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I remember reading this for a long time ago, idk why i have not rebloged it yet :C

this one is so cute and funny!❤️

Challenge Accepted

Cute/Silly Sy for @ms-betsy-fangirl because she's awesome and bought me coffee

The house was dark as Sy slid his key into the lock and it gave him pause. Yeah, it was late, but not that late, and her car was in the driveway so she was home. Pushing open the door, he tried to flip on the light, but nothing happened. There was a moment of dread, cold fear clutching at his stomach, a thousand horrible images of a home invasion gone wrong running through his head until he saw the Nerf shotgun and note on the hall table. Throwing his gym bag down on the floor, he closed the front door behind him.

"Babe?" He asked, but there was silence. Going over to the table, he picked up the note, his eyes moving over the neatly written words in her handwriting.

I flipped the breakers and turned off the wi-fi. My phone and smart watch are off. Arm yourself, what you have is what you got, no reloads.

"Babe?" He asked again, picking up the plastic shotgun and checking the rounds. Two shot system, ten dart clip, five shots total. "Did you forget what I do for a livin'?" He cocked the shotgun, chambering two darts and shouldered it, headed off into the house, keeping his footsteps quiet as he cleared from room to room. "I'm not likin' your chances, babygirl." Heading back up to the front of the house, he rounded up the staircase, keeping the shotgun trained above him as he stepped as carefully as possible, the carpet muffling the sound of his boots. He crested over the stairs...

THWAK!

Sy ducked quickly, seeing the foam dart sticking to the wall with the suction cup right above where his head had been. Too close. Popping up, he pulled the trigger before ducking down again, keeping his back to the half-wall, the two darts sailing out into the darkness. There was no return fire, no sounds at all, and he waited a beat before advancing up the stairs again, sprinting at a crouch to the bathroom and shielding himself with the doorway, chambering another two darts. Four shots left. His heart was actually beating hard in his chest, and he had to control his breathing lest it gave him away.

Reaching over, he grabbed her vanity mirror from the sink, using it to peer down the dark hallway with their bedroom at the end without exposing himself. There was nothing, no movement, but he knew she was almost preternaturally patient. If he didn't end this quick, this could go on all night with neither of them making a move, waiting for the other to blink first.

He kept tight to the wall as he left the bathroom, heading towards their bedroom, keeping an eye out for anything that might give her position away. He was clearing the guest bedroom when there was a thump behind him and he turned, firing off two darts with a twitch of his trigger finger but a slap against the side of his head made his arms drop. Reaching up, he pulled the dart from his scalp and turned, seeing her standing there with a wide smile on her face, the Nerf bow relaxed in front of her. Looking back over, he saw the picture frame with a dart sticking to it that had fallen off the table, the source of the sound, and he sighed, turning his eyes back to her.

"What is it you do for a living again?" She asked, her shit eating grin just getting bigger and he dropped the shotgun, rushing her, catching her squeak of surprise as he picked her up, spinning them into their bedroom.

#captain syverson #writer #reblog #Cute #Funny #Fanfic

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“But the sun doesn’t hurt you.” X'D

Blood Moon Ch.17

News of their engagement spread like wildfire through the rest of his family, Sy getting calls from his sisters-in-law the next day congratulating him along with his nieces and nephews (who were old enough to talk) being very excited that Annalisa was going to be their Aunt. She was a big hit with them, apparently. Annalisa got calls as well, having exchanged numbers with them the previous day during lunch. None of them mentioned or even hinted at their “conditions”, so either his brothers didn’t tell inform their wives (or ex-wife in the case of Jake), or they didn’t want to talk about it over the phone. It would have to be brought up eventually, as Annalisa had been correct, they would notice that she and Sy didn’t age as the children got older.

The idea that what made him turn furry also made him immortal was...something he'd unpack later, but the fact that it meant he would literally be spending forever with his Mate, and she wouldn’t watch her Tovaras age and die while she stayed the same, was a comfort.

“Hey, babe?” Sy said as he lounged in the couch in her office and she hummed in response, not looking up from her monitor. “Annalisa.”

“Yes?” She asked, catching his tone.

“What happens...what happens if a vampires’ Tovaras dies?” He asked, “You said that you knew Markus wasn’t because his death didn’t destroy you. What would’ve happened if he had been?”

“You sure you want to know?” She asked and he paused.

“Yeah.” He said finally.

“I’d die.” She said simply, “Not right away, but I...” She sighed, “I saw it happen once, a friend of mine, a member of my coven. His Tovaras, Daniel, died in a car accident before he had a chance to Turn him.”

“Okay.”

“David just...stopped. Everything. He stopped going out, he stopped talking to people, he stopped feeding. It wasn’t just grief, it wasn’t just him being depressed from losing his lover, he was...he was dead inside. We tried to help him, tried to get him to feed, getting him animal blood, human blood from donation drives run by vampires for those who don’t want to take from the source, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He starved to death.”

“Fuck.” Sy said with a sigh, running a hand over his face.

“We had him cremated and his ashes interred next to Daniels’.” She said, “If something happened to you, or if you were still human and refused to let me Turn you, I would suffer the same fate, but I wouldn’t care. You were gone, so I wouldn’t have any reason to live. I’d have died when you did, but my physical death would come later.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what would happen to me if you died.” Sy said and she sighed. “You know, don’t you.”

“Yeah, Kyle, I do. Wolves that lose their Mates go insane, go rabid, and need to be...put down, for their own sake and the safety of everyone around them.”

“Fuck.” He said again and she got up from her desk, going over to the couch and laying on him gently, her head on his chest and her hands holding his sides. He wrapped his arms around her immediately, holding her tight. “I’m not losin’ you. Never. And you’re never losin’ me."

"The rest of your family needs to be told about us." She said, "Preferably before the wedding."

"I know. I want my brothers there when it happens, so they can keep'em calm if one of them flips their shit about it."

"Pete called us monsters."

"Yeah. Yeah, he did. I'm not holdin' it against'im though, he was just worried about his babies."

"I've been called a lot of things over the years, "monster" isn't even in the top ten of the worst of it." She said and his hands rubbed over her back. "The coven will need to be notified of the engagement, as well."

"How's Eugene gonna take it? He gonna be a problem for us?"

"Most likely, but he'll just have to get over it."

“How do you feel about gettin’ married in a church?” He asked and she hummed.

“As long as holy water isn’t directly involved, I’ll be fine.”

“You good with crucifixes?”

“Jesus Christ was not the first, nor was he the last person to be crucified by the Roman Empire. It was basically their execution method of choice as it was brutal, highly public, and sent a message. Crucifixion was nothing special. If I had a reaction to that, I might as well have a reaction to guillotines or nooses. Besides, there are Muslim vampires, Hindu vampires, Jewish vampires, Agnostic and Atheist vampires, and it would make absolutely no sense for them to have a negative biological reaction to a symbol of a faith that they don’t adhere to.” She explained and he thought it over for a moment before making a small sound.

“Makes sense when you put it like that.” He agreed, “Why does holy water burn you, though?”

“I have a feeling that it’s less because it’s “holy” and more due to the belief of the priest that blessed it. They believe that it’s purifying, so it is. Their belief doesn’t work on crucifixes, though, because as I said, crucifixion wasn’t special or unique. There aren’t naturally occurring bodies of holy water.”

“And the whole silver thing? Ma has a silver candlestick that gave me one hell of a burn that I had to hide.”

“Allergy or sensitivity to silver is something that exists in humans. Whatever makes us us gives us that allergy cranked up to eleven. It’s why before the advent of modern mirrors, we had to avoid them. Not because we didn’t have a reflection, but because it was physically painful to be around them, like we were standing too close to an open fire. Modern mirrors don’t contain silver, so we’re good with those.”

“But the sun doesn’t hurt you.”

“Why would it?” She asked, looking up at him and he paused before giving a shrug.

#captain syverson #blood moon #vampire #wearwolf #writer #repost #story

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Winx Club Reboot/Season 9 [2/2]

(and a possible new character)

[Courtesy of @/Cataclysm_Power on Twitter]

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they actually look so good!!

Winx Club Reboot/Season 9 [1/2]

[Courtesy of @/Cataclysm_Power on Twitter]

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update, there is an Super boop and an EVIL boop?! :O

omg, the boop paws are so cute!!

#boop #paws #cute #not art #boops #tumblr boops #big boops

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omg, the boop paws are so cute!!

#boop #paws #cute #not art

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Love it🥰

Blood Curse Ch.2

Pairing: TBD

“I’m sorry.” Melody said, bringing her head up from her hands. “Run that past me again? My ancestor cursed your guys’ ancestor into turning into a wolfman on the full moon?” She sounded incredulous and they didn’t blame her.

“Sounds batshit, doll, but it’s true.” Sy said. He had shown up at one point and was leaning against Walter’s desk while Walter sat on the short couch he had in his office with Melody.

“Trust me, Melody.” Walter said, “If someone did to my daughter what Albert Marshall did to that little girl, I would put a bullet in his head and call it a day. Consequences be damned.”

“Okay, then.” She said, dropping her head back in her hands.

“The man was a monster, so the girls’ momma cursed him to be monster.” Sy said, “I don’t think she expected it to get passed down, though.”

“Yeah, probably not.” Melody said, picking her head up again. “Fuck.”

“Yeah.” Sy said.

“I’m not saying I believe you guys, because it sounds pretty fucking unbelievable, but I—earlier I felt...something.” She said, “And when you came into the room, I felt it again.”

“Your blood cursed ours.” Walter said, “It feels the curse.”

“You’re takin’ it better than your relatives, though.” Sy said, “Last Cartwright witch I met tried to kill me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“New boot in Iraq, just outta Basic. He got transferred to my command. First patrol we ran, he shot at me. I told the brass it was an accident and pulled some strings to get’im transferred.” Sy explained briefly and she blinked at him. “Yeah. He was probably told that if he ever ran across someone like us, shoot first and ask questions later. We sorted shit before his transfer so he knows that not all of us are rabid beasts, but ya know.”

“Right.” Melody said and looked over at Walter. “You have a daughter?”

“Faye. She’s twelve.” He said, “Her mum and I are divorced and Angie has primary custody. I have her every other weekend and on school holidays. “ He shrugged, “When work allows.”

“Does she—don’t tell me your daughter...”

“Only hits the men.” Sy said, shaking his head.

“Oh thank god.” She said with a relieved sigh, her eyes closing briefly. “So, wait, that means you two are related, right? I mean, distantly. Obviously not directly, you obviously grew up in vastly different environments.”

“Second cousins.” Sy said, “We share great-grandparents. My grandma, his great-aunt, moved from the UK to the US, settled in Texas, got married and had babies. His grandpa, my great-uncle, stayed in the UK. We have another second cousin, August, whose grandma, our great aunt also moved to the US and settled in DC.”

“How the hell did you guys find each other?”

“One of them mail in family tree things.” Sy said with a shrug, “It’s how I found Walt, and a few weeks later August, who’s got some shady government job, rung us up.”

“O-okay then.” She said, “I mean, wolves pack together, right?”

“Never thought of it that way, but yeah.” Sy admitted. “Actually, hold on. Walt, can I use your phone?” Walter made a gesture and Sy went around his desk, punching in a number and putting it on speaker.

“Walker.”

“Hey, Auggie, it’s Sy.” He said, “I got a...well, we got a Cartwright witch here.”

“Are they still alive?” August asked immediately and her brows jumped slightly.

“Yeah she’s still alive, ya donkey!” Sy said indignantly.

“Hi there.” Melody chimed in.

“Why is she still alive?”

“Because we’re sitting in the middle of a goddamn police station and we ain’t fuckin’ animals.” Sy said, “Thought we should give you a heads up, bye.” He hung up the phone, almost slamming the receiver down. “Donkey.”

“He seems...nice.” Melody said and Walter snorted, laying his hand on her back and rubbing slightly. “Sy, Walter said...he said I “made it quiet”. What does that mean?” Sy explained the growling they all constantly heard and she gave a heavy blink. “Well that sounds like an aggressive form of tinnitus.”

“Ya get used to it.” He said with a shrug and she pushed up from the couch, going to him. His hands clenched at his sides at her approach, but he shook them out. Laying her hands on his chest, his jaw clenching at the contact, she closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. All tension suddenly left his body and he pressed a hand to Walter’s desk to keep himself upright. “It’s gone. Fuck, I didn’t realize how loud it was until it stopped.” Leaning into her, he rested his head on her shoulder. “Shit.” Her hands came around to press into his back, moving over his t-shirt. “It’s so fuckin’ quiet.”

“Glad I could help.” She said, her hands still moving over his back in soothing motions and he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. A sigh deflated his chest as he held her and one of her hands went to the back of his head, her nails moving through the dark stubble covering his scalp.

“Shit.” He sighed, holding her tighter and Walter got up from the couch, going to them. She looked at him as his hand laid between her shoulders and he leaned in, resting his forehead against hers, his eyes closing.

“So quiet.” He whispered. The growling had started to come back but it faded again as he stayed close to her, taking in deep breaths. There was no anger, none of the red hot rage that was constantly boiling just beneath the surface, threatening to break free if he didn’t maintain control. There was...peace. He never let Angie see that side of him, never laid a hand on her, or even yelled at her, but she could see it, could feel it, some primitive side of her brain reacting to his Beast. It had ended his marriage.

“Your office door is locked, right?” She asked and he nodded. “Okay, good, wouldn’t want someone to walk in and see this. It’d destroy any shred of professionalism or respect.” Walter chuckled slightly, Sy huffing a laugh against her neck.

“We ain’t makin’ ya uncomfortable, are we?” Sy asked.

“No.” She said, “Surprising, seeing as I just met you two today.”

“Uh, Lieutenant?” There was a knock on his office door. “Your cousin is here. Your other cousin.”

“What the fuck is August doing here?” Walter asked, pulling away from and Sy gave her some respectful distance too as Walter went to the door.

“I swear, if he tries to draw on you darlin’, I—”

“I’ll be fine.” She reassured him and Walter stepped aside to let him into the office. He stood a couple inches than Walter, shoulders wide and build powerful. A neat mustache covered his upper lip, offset by the heavy stubble covering his jaw. On anyone else, it would look ridiculous, something out of a 70’s adult film, but it suited him. His eyes hardened when they fell on her, the pale blue going icy, but she didn’t back down, meeting his eyes with her own. He wasn’t the first man she faced with a top notch death glare, he wouldn’t be the last.

“Easy, Walker.” Walter said but he pushed past him, heading for the desk with purpose. Sy pushed her behind him, putting himself between her and potential danger.

“Get out of the way, Derek.” He said, standing in front of him.

“Not until you take a fuckin’ breath, August.” Sy said, “She ain’t her family.”

“She’s a Cartwright.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t even know about that whole mess until an hour ago.” Sy said.

“Melody’s parents died when she was little.” Walter said, echoing what she had told him earlier, “She was adopted by another family with no connection and was ignorant of her family history until we told her.”

“Bullshit, she has their name.”

“Changed it when I turned eighteen and I dug up my adoption record.” Melody said from behind Sy, “I want nothing to do with my adoptive parents so I sure as hell don’t want to carry their name.”

“She didn’t know, Walker.” Walter said, “She didn’t know. The daughter shouldn’t be punished for the actions of the mother.”

“And the sons shouldn’t be punished for the sins of the father.” August said, his jaw clenching.

“You’re right.” Melody said, “You, all of you, had nothing to do with what happened. You had nothing to do with what your ancestor did, just like I had nothing to do with what mine did. You can hate me all you want, but I didn’t put this on you.” There was a pause where he did nothing before he gave a single nod and took a step back.

“I’m movin’, but if you try anythin’ we’re gonna have problems.” Sy said and August nodded again, watching as Sy stepped aside. They stared at each other for a moment before she extended her hand and August looked at it before placing his hand in hers.

“Nice to meet you.” She said and he nodded, shaking her hand. “Now, I can try something with you that I did with the others. I did it without realizing it to Walter, and Sy was a successful experiment, but if you’d like I can turn down the volume of the...growling. If you’d like.”

“She made it quiet, Auggie.” Sy said, “I can actually fuckin’ hear myself think now.”

“You can do that?” August asked.

“Sy said earlier it’s because my family gave you the curse, so I can control it. Kind of. I can’t...to be honest I don’t know what I’m doing or how I even can, but...but I’d be willing to try with you. It worked for Walter, it worked for Sy, but again, I won’t do it without your permission. Seeing as you have...issues with my birth family.” He just stared at her for a long moment, as if weighing his options.

“Do it.” He said.

“I think—I’m going to have to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked and he nodded again. His gaze was unwavering as she stepped in close, reaching up to lay her hands on his chest and he pulled in a sudden breath, his jaw clenching as his hands came up to hold her shoulders.

“Easy.” Sy said cautiously. Melody closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Whatever she felt made her brows knit together slightly.

“There’s...resistance.” She said, “I can’t—with you two it came forward on it’s own, but with him, I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Whatever,” August sniffed, “You—”

“Wait!” She said, cutting him off, her brows jumping. “There!” His shoulders suddenly slackened and his breath left him in a rush.

“It’s gone,” He said, “It’s quiet. It’s been so long I—I forgot what the quiet sounded like.”

“It’ll come back.” Walter said, “She turns down the volume, but it’ll come back. It’s only temporary.”

“Still.” August sighed, “It’s quiet. She made it quiet.”

#blood curse #august walker #walter marshall #captain syverson #fanfiction #reblog

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Aww hugs to Walt!!😭🥰

Blood Curse Ch.1 (?)

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Melody Cartwright (OFC)

(possibly also Sy x Melody and August x Melody I haven't decided yet. I also don't know if this is going to go anywhere so temper your expectations)

Walter walked down the hall from his office, paper cup of coffee in his hand. Getting called into the Captains office first thing should have worried him, but he was too tired for that. Knocking on the door once to announce his arrival, he pushed open the door, his eyes immediately going to the woman sitting across from the Captain. She had long, curly dark hair gathered in a thick braid down her back which was to him as she sat in the chair.

"Lieutenant." His Captain said, "Thanks for coming to see me this early."

"Of course." He said, "Everything all right?"

"Absolutely." He said, "I'm calling in the senior officers for a one on one meeting before making a general announcement. Walter, this is ADA Melody Cartwright, she's our new liaison with the District Attorney's office." She stood at that, turning to face him, and he was momentarily struck by the purity of her blue eyes.

"What happened to Frank?" Walter asked, turning his attention back to the Captain.

"Frank retired, Ms. Cartwright transferred from Port City to fill the vacancy. She was the DA's liaison to Organized Crime there." His Captain said and he looked at her again.

"It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant." She said, extending her hand with a professional smile. Reaching out, he took it, but as his skin touched hers, a small buzz went through his palm and there was a enraged snarling in the back of his mind. She must have felt it too, a flicker of confusion crossing over her features before she pulled her hand away, shaking it slightly.

"How long did you work with Organized Crime?" Walter asked.

"Five years, before that I was a Prosecutor who worked with anyone who needed me." She said, clenching and unclenching her hand.

"Something wrong with your hand?" He asked but she shook her head.

"Must be dry in here, you shocked me pretty good."

"That's just my electric personality." Walter said and she snorted, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"That was terrible."

"I know, I'm sorry." The snarling in his mind was getting louder and he felt the muscles between his shoulders stiffen. "Is that all, Captain?"

"Yeah, Walter, that's it." His Captain said.

"It was nice meeting you, Melody." He said and she gave him another small smile.

"You as well, Walter." She said and he left the office, heading to his own and closing and locking the door when he was inside. His heart was pounding, his muscles spasming, and he sat down heavily in his chair, breathing through the urge. There was only one reason why his Beast would be reacting the way it was, and it made sense given her surname.

She was a Cartwright witch, a line whose progenitor had cursed his to transform into a ravening beast on the full moon. His ancestor had deserved it, but the curse made it all the way down to him and his male relatives, and only the males. Due to this, it had passed over his daughter from a previous marriage, thankfully. Angie despised him enough. Punching a number into his desk phone with a slightly shaking hand, he put it on speaker and it rang for a bit.

“Sy.”

“Derek.” His voice was tense, the mans name said through gritted teeth.

“The fuck happened?”

“Cartwright witch.” He said simply and he gave a sigh.

“Fuck, man. Breathe. She do anythin’?”

“New ADA.” He said, “It reacted to her. Don’t think she knows.”

“Walt, man, you gotta breathe. You can’t go shiftin’ in the middle of the station, it’d be a bloodbath.”

“I know.”

“You ever run into one before?” Sy asked and Walter shook his head but then remembered the other man couldn’t see him.

“No.” He said.

“What makes you think she’s in the dark about it?”

“The fact that she didn’t try to kill me the moment she saw me?”

“That’d do it.” Sy said and there was a knock on his office door.

“Lieutenant Marshall? It’s Melody. Are you—are you okay?”

“Fuck, that her?” Sy asked.

“Yeah.”

“She must be feelin’ your Beast tryin’ to push to the surface.” He said, “Get rid of her.”

“I’m fine, Melody!” He called back, but he knew he sounded anything but.

“Lieutenant Marsh—Walter, I know we just met but...I can tell you’re not. Can I come in?”

“No!” He snapped, a growl to his voice.

“Walter, breathe.” Sy said, “Get her away from your door, she’s makin’ it worse.”

“I’m—I’m fine, Melody.” He said, carefully controlling his voice, even as the snarling in his head grew louder, “Just a bit of a headache.” There was silence on the other side of the door before the lock clicked back on it’s own and she pushed into the office.

“Sorry, I picked the lock, I—” She was cut off as he crossed the room, pushing her against the wall and making the shelves clatter. Her fear spiked in the air and he resisted the urge to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze.

“Breathe, Walter!” Sy said through the speaker, his tone urgent. “Fuck! I’m on my way over to the station! Don’t do anythin’!”

“No!” He snapped back. If he was having this reaction, Sy would only throw gasoline on the fire. Her hands pressed to his chest to put some distance between them and a shock went through him, making him jerk. The snarling turned into a roar and he felt the bones of his hands start to pop and shift.

“Easy.” She whispered, her hands sliding over his chest through his sweater. “Breathe, Walter.” Taking his hand, she pressed it to her own chest, taking deep measured breaths. “With me. Breathe with me.” He could tear out her heart, it would be easy, simple, let the change come, rip through skin and bone. Feast on it while it was still warm and beating. Let her blood coat his fur, hot and thick. “Walter.” The roaring cut off, the crashing silence making him flinch. “Breathe.” She pulled him into her arms, tucking his face into her neck and he breathed. His hands slid over her suit jacket and he breathed. His arms moved to encircle her waist and he breathed.

“How did you—how did you do that?” He asked, his voice thick.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, “But I could feel...something building inside me and it just...came out. Now, you want to tell me what that was, exactly? You looked like you were going to tear me apart."

"Why didn't you run?"

"You would have chased me." He would have chased her. He would have hunted her.

"You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"About your family?"

"I don’t talk to my family."

"The Cartwrights?"

"Stevens. Cartwright is my birth surname, legally changed it back when I turned eighteen. Parents died when I was little, spent some time in the system before I was adopted. To say my adoptive family wasn’t the best would be an understatement so I went no contact."

"Walt?" He had forgotten all about Sy on the phone.

"I'm here." He said, his face still buried in the curve of her neck. "I'm fine. She made it quiet."

"They gave it to us, they can control it. If, ya know, it doesn't kill'em before they get the chance." Sy said.

"Walter?" Melody asked, and she tried to pull back, but his arms tightened around her, keeping her still as he pressed his face further into her neck.

"You made it quiet." He said, the low growling that was a constant in the back of his mind since his first shift utterly silent. Sy had turned it into white noise, ignoring it. August listened to it, giving into it more than they did. "You make it quiet."

#blood curse #walter marshall #captain syverson #writer #fanfiction #reblog

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Mrs Delight - working at playtime co

really wanted to draw Mrs Delight. love how she is a big puppet in the game. though it was really cool.

art (c) Hardsara

Mrs Delight (c) Poppy Playtime / Mob Entertainment

#mrs delight #poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanart #poppy playtime chapter 3 #cartoon #anime #anime art #art #game #game art #colorful #drawing #digital art #fantasy #fantasy art #horror game #illustration

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poppy ver 2 - working at playtime co.

just imagine her as another poppy doll, just another dress and bangs X'D and not me not dubble checking that the sketch is right before finishing lineart. i just gave her a dress in my style.

art (c) Hardsara

Poppy (c) Poppy Playtime / Mob Entertainment

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanart #cartoon #anime #game #gameart #art #illustration #drawing #cute #cute art #fantasy #fantasy art #colorful #colorful art #fashion #doodle #digital art #lolita fashion #poppy ver 2

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poppy - working at playtime co.

it's just her exept human and as a short person wearing cute fashion :3 finished watching gameplay of chapter 3 while drawing this and it was so good!

art (c) Hardsara

Poppy (c) Poppy Playtime / Mob Entertainment

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime fanart #cartoon #anime #game #game art #art #illustration #drawing #cute #cute art #fantasy #fantasy art #colorful #colorful art #fashion #doodle #digital art #lolita fashion

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Mommy Long legs as a playtime co employee, Childcare look

gonna make one for when she snapps but with bussines clothes X'D

art (c) Hardsara

Mommy Long legs (c) Poppy Playtime / Mob Entertainment

#poppy playtime #mommy long legs #kissy missy #drawing #art #illustration #game art #game fanart #poppy playtime fanart #digital art #anime #anime art #cartoon #colorful #cute #cute art #fantasy #fantasy art #fashion #doodle

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Kissy Missy as a playtime co employee

can't wait for chapter 3 to come out next week :D

art (c) Hardsara Kissy Missy (c) Poppy Playtime / Mob Entertainment

#poppy playtime #kissy missy #art #illustration #drawing #doodle #anime art #anime #cartoon #colorful #fantasy art #fantasy #digital art #fanart #fashion

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happy you love it :D <3

finished old sketch of wolf Sy, inspired by "feral instincts" / "alternate instincts" by @catierambles

#alternate instincts #feral instincts #captain syverson

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

finished old sketch of wolf Sy, inspired by "feral instincts" / "alternate instincts" by @catierambles

#feral instincts #alternate instincts #writer #art #drawing #fanfic fanart #cute #cute art #wolf #fluffy #captain syverson

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

ehheehe sherlock and sy as vampires, in your style of writing has me gigling like a school girl.

sounds werry intresting. don't over think it, pretty sure it will be amazing nomather what you chose as long as you are happy with how it turns out :D

please don't over work yourself, alot of hugs!! ❤️

So a while back, I had a story called "Nephilim"

It featured a Vampire Sherlock, Sy, and Mike and an OFC whose grandfather was an angel, therefore making her the entitled Nephilim.

It also made her blood lethal to them, as vampirism is rooted in the demonic, so any concentration of Angelic blood would literally burn them from the inside out.

I went too smutty too quickly, comments were made ("at least he got what he wanted") which gut punched my already flagging confidence about the story and I scrubbed it, deleted it from my blog. I still have the chapters in google docs, though.

I'm thinking about revisiting the concept, doing Walter, Sy, and Mike with the OFC and having them meet under different circumstances.

I'm messing around with it in my head, but I dunno

I haven't been in the greatest place mentally lately, so it could just be flailings.

#writer #vampire

[fantasygalaxycrystal]

Alternate Instincts Ch.18

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

Warnings: talks of past severe injury involving surgery and near-death

August sighed as he looked over the information that had been sent to his phone, scrolling through the hospital and accident reports.

“Fuck.” He said, pulling up his contacts and calling Geralt. He felt like they should know, but he didn't feel like repeating himself.

“Hey.” Geralt said when he picked up, “Stephanie and Mike are in the house and I don't feel like seeing Mike's ass.”

“Didn't need to talk to her anyway. I'm putting you on speaker.” He said, backing into a somewhat quiet corner. “Sy, Walter, come here.” They headed over to him, leaning on their pool cues. “I have Geralt.”

“What's up?” Sy asked.

“I had someone look into Stephanie's accident when she was a teen.” August said, “He just sent me the hospital and police reports about it.”

“Why would you do that?” Walter asked and he shrugged.

“Old habits.” August said.

“What did he find?” Geralt asked.

“It was a lot worse than she said. A lot worse.”

“She said she got banged up, lotsa internal bleedin'.” Sy reminded him.

“Markus, her chest was crushed, both lungs collapsed, as well as the lacerated liver that she told you and Geralt about.” August said.

“Shit.” Sy said.

“There was a fault with the passenger airbags, they never deployed.” He said, “Her friend that was driving got off with cuts and scrapes, comparatively.”

“How many times?” Geralt asked, “How many times did she code?”

“Three.” August said, “She coded three times on the operating table. She didn't get one transfusion, she got several, she kept bleeding it out.”

“Fuck.” Geralt said.

“They were going to call it after the third time, but then her heart just started beating on it's own again and her vitals stabilized.” August said and there was a pause.

“The last transfusion.” Walter said and he nodded. “I bet you all a tenner it was wolf blood.”

“It didn't just make it so our wolves recognized her, it saved her life.” He said, “She recovered in record time, the doctors that worked on her called it a miracle in their reports. Hospitals have to track and keep records of where they get blood from, especially if they're used during procedures, just in case the recipient has an adverse reaction. My contact tracked down the last transfusion bag number, got the name of the donor and I cross referenced it with Council records.”

“Wolf?” Sy asked and he nodded.

“An Alpha, runs territory and a pack up in Spokane.” August said, “Donated during a high school blood drive.”

“Well now we know for certain.” Sy said, “Shit, though. We almost lost her before we had her.”

“Let's settle the tab and go home. I need to see her.” Walter said and Sy nodded, heading for the bar to pay the bill.

Stephanie and Mike were in the living room when they got home, their hair wet from a recent shower. Geralt was sitting on the other side of her on the couch, his hand wrapped around her knee, thumb moving back and forth over her skin bared by the shorts.

“Hey.” She said, smiling as she saw them, “Did you guys have fun?” Her smile fell, though, at their serious expressions. “What happened after I left?”

“Nothin', babe.” Sy said, “You're fine.” He pulled her to standing with his hands wrapped around hers, pulling her against his chest. “You're fine.”

“Sy?” She asked, pulling away to look up at him. “Geralt was broody, more than usual, when he came inside, now you guys are looking like someone died. What happened?”

“Nothing, love.” Walter said, coming over to lay his hand on her back. “Just...happy to see you.”

“Coulda fooled me.” Stephanie said.

"You almost died." August said and she looked at him.

"We talking about Jordan?" She asked but he shook his head.

"Your accident." He said, "You almost died. Getting wolf blood saved you, Steph, got your heart beating again. They were going to call it, stop resuscitation efforts, but you came back."

"They told me it had been rough." She said, "But didn't give me details besides what I told you."

"You almost died." He said again.

"It don't matter." Sy said, "It was twenty some years ago, it don't matter. You're here, you're alive, you're safe."

"The past doesn't matter." Mike said, "Just the present."

“Using my own words against me?” She asked, trying to push down the panic rising in her throat.

“Worked for me.” Mike said with a shrug. Geralt pushed up from the couch, pulling her from Sy's arms and into his own, holding her against his chest.

"You're alive." He whispered, tucking his face into her neck.

"You all didn't know me back then." She said, "Mike was in kindergarten."

"Doesn't matter." Geralt said, "I could have lost my Mate before I found her."

"Our Mate." Walter said and Geralt wove his fingers in her hair, tilting her face up to him and kissing her, his eyes closed.

“Your guys' reaction is freaking me out more than anything else.” She said when he pulled away.

“Sorry, doll, it's just...” Sy stopped with a sigh, “We almost lost you. I told you, if you hadn't survived, we wouldn't have a Mate. Our Mate would have been dead before we knew she existed."

“But you did survive.” Mike said, “And we do have a Mate, and I have my Alpha. So the fact that you almost didn't doesn't count.”

“Post-nut clarity?” Sy asked.

“I have transcended.” Mike said and her snort turned into a laugh despite herself. She suddenly gave a squeak of surprise as Geralt ducked quickly, throwing her over his shoulder and heading for the stairs.

“It's bedtime, I guess.” She said.

“Not even gonna fight it?” Sy called after them.

“Nope! Lesson in futility! Goodnight!” They heard his room door close a moment later and Sy snorted, shaking his head.

He smelled like wood smoke still from the fire he had built, his skin warm, his chest hair slightly coarse as he held her. He had kept his boxer briefs on when he got undressed, wanting closeness more than intimacy.

“It really rattled you, didn't it.” She said, looking up at him from her spot on his chest.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“The others, too.”

“Wolves are usually Mike's age when they find their Mate.” He explained, “I came to terms with the idea that I didn't have one a long time ago. I think the others did, too.”

“Then I showed up.” She said and he hummed.

“The fact that I do have one, but she almost died long before I found her. It...” He sighed.

“Almost only counts for horseshoes and hand grenades.” He cracked an eye open, looking down at her with an arched brow. “Something my dad used to say.” She shrugged.

“Used to?” He asked, “When did he...”

“Oh, he's still alive.” Stephanie said, “As far as I know. He and mom got divorced when I was sixteen and Jack was in college. Haven't seen him since.” He just hummed again, his brow furrowed in a scowl. “What?”

“He abandoned his child a year after he almost lost her.”

“I guess he hated mom so much that he didn't like us, either.” She said, “We weren't kids. Jack was almost Mike's age, so it's not like mom could stop him from contacting us. He just never did.” His scowl just deepened. “Geralt, it was almost twenty years ago. The man hasn't been in my life longer than he was, even before they got divorced. He was in the Navy, so he was deployed a lot. Mom didn't feel like following him from base to base, so we always stayed put. I saw him maybe a few months out of the year, got calls on Christmases and birthdays if I was lucky and he remembered.”

“You're his child.”

“He didn't care.” She said and he sighed. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Where's your parents?”

“I don't have any. No Tracker does.” He said it so simply that it made her sit up a little. “Council takes in orphan or unwanted pups and trains them to hunt Ferals.”

“That's���”

“Hunting Ferals is dangerous. Best if there's no one to go home to, or question if they go missing.” He said and looked at her when she held the side of his face, her thumb moving over the high of his cheek.

“You have me.” His hand slid over hers, holding it to his jaw.

“I know.”

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