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horsegirlwarcrimes · 1 day

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Alright, you have answered me again (SY gets two daemons sounds extremely interesting! The "what the fuck happened to Shen Qingqiu" Peak Lord meeting in this AU is going to have some shit to talk about, huh!) so now I'm moving on to the next in my list of WIPs I'm really super curious about - Scooby Gang Juniors? Juniors fics are so fun what shenanigans are they getting into?

auw im literally dead u r so kind ( ;´ - `;)♡

scooby gang juniors, actual title some 'Never Love An Anchor' lyrics bc thats the theme song of this fic, is actually the first longfic i ever started writing! it has also been a WIP for mmm. four years or so. i started writing it right after watching the untamed for the first time in 2019 lmao, but never finished it because at that point id never written ANYTHING as long as it was gearing up to be (the outline is 20k). i hope to finally finish it and post it some time soon, probs after WINR and the ZZL&YQY fics are done. its probs some of my fav writing ive ever done but never shared with anyone haha

summary: Wei Wuxian may have drafted a ritual for willingly bringing someone back from the dead somewhere in his madness in the caves of the Burial Mounds, but if he did it was never found. In the absence of a convenient literal ghost from the past to help exact his revenge, Nie Huaisang turns to the next best thing: his old friend's son.

Meanwhile, Lan Sizhui finds a man buried deep underground with soft, familiar eyes.

[Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi, Jin Ling, Ouyang Zizhen, and Wen Ning go on a life changing field trip, dodge their worried parents, and dig up some corpses, in approximately that order.]

“When I realized how deeply affected by the Yiling Patriarch Hanguang-Jun was, I began to realize where this slip in righteousness had come from. You see, while I and the rest of the cultivation world believed that Lan Wangji had been in secluded cultivation for three years to move to a new level in his cultivation, or because he had been wounded fighting the Yiling Patriarch, the truth is much the opposite. Hanguang-Jun was in seclusion as punishment, for siding with the Yiling Patriarch at the Siege of the Burial Mounds. All along, these famed enemies had secretly been allied.” Jin Guangyao shook his head, expression deeply sympathetic even as the cultivators of the room began to turn to Hanguang-Jun. Hands went to swords, only remaining undrawn due to the thick tension in the room that had yet to break. Hanguang-Jun stood immovable through it all, flawless as jade and cold as ice. “I believe the Yiling Patriarch must have altered his mind, and had been using his demonic arts to corrupt him as far back as the Sunshot campaign. Now, with the feared patriarch dead, it seems this would no longer be such an issue. But Wei Wuxian left one final plan even after his death, a fail-safe to bring ruin to the cultivation world once again even when he was long gone, and he entrusted that plan to Hanguang-Jun before his death.” At last, his eyes met Sizhui’s again. Sizhui’s mouth tasted electric, the buzz of the room crashing into him in waves even as it narrowed just to himself, his uncle at his back, his father, and the man before him. He inhaled through his nose and straightened, perfect Lan posture and the ribbon on his forehead proudly on display. He narrowed his eyes back at Jin Guanyao and did not drop his gaze. Jin Guangyao smiled, a flicker of amusement, before he regained his expression of earnest concern to address the crowd. “I found proof in the records of the Wen work camps, and writings recovered from the Nightless City. You see, Lan Sizhui, ward of Hanguang-Jun and First Disciple of Gusu Lan, was neither a war orphan nor a poorly concealed bastard, but instead a child smuggled out of the Burial Mounds before the siege.” Jin Guangyao swept a sleeve over Sizhui’s group. “Honored cultivators, I stand before you to reveal the surviving heir of the Qishan Wen Sect. Called Lan Sizhui but born Wen Yuan, the son of Wen Xu and his first concubine. Cousin of the Ghost General, and former ward of the Yiling Patriarch, already beginning the work of reviving the Wen and overwhelming the righteous sects with demonic cultivators.” In the chaos, only one voice cut so bitingly through the noise. Calm and cold and sure, Sizhui latched onto it with all his heart. Anything to avoid looking behind him, at the friends he had lied to. “So you admit it.” Said Hanguang-Jun, unmoving from his spot amidst the Lan. Jin Guangyao blinked wide eyes at him. “I’m sorry?” Hanguang-Jun stepped forward. Even with his name being almost literally dragged through the mud, cultivators still parted around him with automatic deference. “You admit you knew children were being tortured, in your work camps.”

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ahaura · 10 months

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azalea crocus & tigerlily !!! MWAH KEESES 💓

azalea— what is the most recent song you listened to? how do you feel about it? it was extraordinary girl by green day ! i haven't listened to them in a few years so i've been revisiting. im not really sure how it makes me feel because revisiting them as an adult is an odd experience and i was never familiar with the narrative context as a kid so it's... like coming home but aware of the tragedy of the story

crocus— do you have any significant dreams that you remember? what were they about? i do remember some of the dreams ive had over the years. when i was a kid i had a dream that my family and i were camping but there was a zombie chasing us, and the zombie was invisible except for the shoes, and i remember trying to climb into the car before it could get to us. it scared the shit out of me fjdkfsjfdkj

tigerlily— do you have any favorite quotes from any movies, tv shows, books, or poetry? (or from people in real life) OH YOU BET I DO !!!!!

I love you. I want us both to eat well. (Christopher Citro, "Our Beautiful Life When It's Filled with Shrieks")

The girl is gone. She is plumb finished. (Catherynne M. Valente, Six-Gun Snow White)

What / is it they say, heart-sick or downhearted? […] What the heart wants? The heart wants / her horses back. (Ada Limón, "Downhearted")

You'd think she'd stay, but [she] vanishes in a flash. (Little Forest, dir. Yim Soon-rye)

for I will be horribly in love with her. (William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing, dir. Josie Rourke)

Is nothing of mine sacred? (Marjorie Liu & Sana Takeda, Monstress)

I will not allow that I was moved by justice rather than love, for justice is also a form of love. (Susan Sontag, The Volcano Lover)

See ya / see ya / see ya real soon. (Catherynne M. Valente, "Mouse Koan"

Frodo : What are we holding on to, Sam? Sam : That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for. (Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, dir. Peter Jackson)

I love you. I'm glad I exist. (Wendy Cope, "The Orange")

Just like that, she says, and goes. (Ling Ma, Severance)

There is no one like her. (Mary Gordon, Joan of Arc: A Life)

He was far from the lizard of love. (Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse And Other Tales)

Tell her to come home. (An entry in the Iñupiat dictionary for the Alaska Rural School Project from the University of Alaska, p. 1970, referenced for the North Slope and Kobuk River dialects)

Should we go into it together / If I go into it / with you I will never come out (Margaret Atwood, Power Politics)

What if love comes for everyone? (Destination Wedding, dir. Victor Levin)

#inbox #TYSM HEATH!!!! KEESES!!!! hope ur having a good day <3 <3 <3

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lostincoloste · 1 year

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Act One, Chapter Five

The wind howled through the pass, cold wintry air slicing through the world, rattling the windows of the village. Snow danced through the air, sticking to the sides of houses and exposed rock face. While the pass was the safest way through the mountain range on the way to the wall, safest didn’t mean safe. The village was small, more built as a waystation for travellers along the mountain pass, from a time ling ago, when people still travelled this room. The humans that had once built this waystation and the road it sat on had long abandoned it.

Day 8: The wind shrieked and howled, almost doing enough to drown the sounds of the rook that occupied the village. It would take steps, patrolling along the perimeter, not following a schedule or logical progression. The young mother, Elenwe, inside one of the buildings tended to the fire cracking in the stove, was bouncing her baby lightly and praying to her gods that the child wouldn’t cry. She passed him onto his father, gently stroking the fur along the babies chest and stomach, black and blue like her own fur colourations, but with wiry and long fur like his father, Brenin. Her baby coo’d and giggled, and she smiled. The rook was named Korvaxx in her tongue. Human tongue of the region would call it Ice-Fury, or Frozen Menace. The Shaman-Chief of her people, wizened with white fur, said it was punishment for their crimes. They were not supposed to rest in human settlements, but the storm caught them in this village, and now Korvaxx prevented them from leaving. Two of the warriors of her clan had gone out, to scout an escape. They were hunted and Destroyed by Korvaxx. Luckily, whenever the humans had left, they left preserved and dried foods, somehow still edible. Her people had been surviving off rations of that, but they would soon run out.

Beyond the thunder of what I thought was a normal storm, and the pain of the wind shredding through inappropriate for the weather clothing, the only other thing I could hear was the sharp flapping of my cape, or the steam whistle within Castlello piping hard to warm up the little guy’s body. Once again, I thought to myself, that I was going to die because I didn’t listen to my father. I should have packed winter clothes, gloves and a hat. But I thought I knew better. I pined for Lila and her tea, and her warm house, which even my campfire last night was a pale imitation of. I forgot to write the past few days, sorry journal, but it was just so boring, walking and walking and walking, until I came to the edge of the forest, and saw a huge mountain range, nearly impassible except for one tine path carved through. So that’s caught up now. Through the thick fog and frozen mist, I saw something move. I thought it was just a hallucination, but I could’ve sworn I saw a little hairy man scurry away, into the fog. Just a silhouette really. Then, I saw something beautiful; constructed buildings, wood and stone houses built into holes in the mountains beside us. And from one of the buildings, the largest one, emanated a bright orange glow; the promise of a crackling warm fire. As I approached, I heard what sounded like voices, melodic and deep, speaking. But I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Castlello heard it too, as I saw it turn to face the source of the noise; and then open the door at it’s front, and suddenly the voices were loud and clear. I’ll write down what sounds they were making, but it’s all gibberish to me. “Zul nul-uvanin karbuk!” barked one, a deep voice that sounded out of breath, “Iv golevursh zul'akal” replied a different one. A few seconds passed, and the first voice quietly said “Kel n'vulen ush ner'ganin balre” and was cut off by a new, almost old sounding voice, “Fath zulgari zaurlan Korvaxx? Ashke nul!” but they were all silenced by a passionate voice, which yelled “Zuul zhah'goth, nul-sul karnak-nul yishgar!” and then the door of the large building slammed open, a furry little diminutive figure standing in front and looking at me with large eyes.

“Something comes near!” the deep voice of one of the scouts barked out. Elenwe saw a lone figure emerging through the snow, her form shrouded in a dark, flowing cloak that fluttered in the wind like a restless ghost. Despite the harsh elements, she walked confidently forward, her footsteps resolute and solid. Her silhouette was tall and slender, with a straight-backed posture that hinted at discipline and training. The shape of her sword could just be discerned, a long and formidable blade strapped securely to her back. “I think it is human” Brenin said, holding their child and watching the stranger approach, cautiously stepping back from the door. She was coming right for the building they all huddled in. The scout, now in the building, having climbed in through a window that he promptly shut, quietly asked “"Should we tell it to turn back?" and was quickly interrputed by the Shaman-Chief “And risk getting caught by Ice-Fury? Absolutely not!” He spat, his voice thick with fear and attempt to restore his authority. Elenwe fiddled with the rings on her fingers, upset and betrayed by the Shaman-Chief. “I'm going out there, someone needs to save it!” Elenwe shouted, and ignored the immediate reaction of the people around her, catching them all by surprise as she threw open the door into the blizzard, hanging out the door and looking at the human. She hadn’t noticed the small rook that walked beside her, and caught herself in a gasp, doubting herself. The human approached faster, trudging through the howling winds and thick snow, quickly approaching Elenwe and the door, before stopping, and saying something. Elenwe, or any of her people, didn’t understand what the warrior said, but she looked inside, and saw all the people of Elenwe’s clan huddled, and hiding. Then, she pointed to the fire, and then rubbed her arms in an exaggerated motion, Elenwe (And the rest of her clan) took this as the wanderer asking for warmth by the fire, and it was not the way of her people to turn away a stranger in need.

The small creature that opened the door to me caught me off guard. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen, small, and covered in blue and white fur, with a animalistic face with large expressive purple eyes. They appeared to be wearing garments made of thickly bound leather and fur patchworked together, in a sort of Great Kilt style. The ones who carried weapons, which appeared to be carved clubs, also had leather plates of some sort on their shoulders and legs. “Thank you for saving me…” I muttered to the little creature, but she simply cocked her head at me. She couldn’t understand what I said, and I began to panic. I had to convey what I meant somehow; and clearly I’d have to perform the action. I looked inside, at the various little creatures in there, with varying fur colours (Most shades of blues, greens or purples) and saw them huddled around a fireplace. To the one at the door, I gestured to the fireplace, and made an exaggerated gesture of being cold. She nodded, and held open the door, nodding at the fire. I almost rushed in, but then realized that might seem like a threat. Castlello didn’t seem to want to come in, instead preferring to guard the door. It’s choice. I instead slowly walked in, keeping my hands clearly away from my sword, before kneeling down at the fire, dwarfing in size the few that were here. They seemed…. Not quite frightened, but not excited or awed.

The stranger entered the building with a quiet, purposeful stride. He long, tattered purple cloak billowed out behind her, and her personal guard, a mini K’letor. The demon seemed loyal to her, and a quiet whisper crossed the room as she walked, calm and confidently. The warriors of this tribe watched her curiously, enviously. She walked with her hands nowhere near her weapon, such was the confidence of this warrior surrounded by strangers. The chain and ball at her belt rang out with every step, barely visible through her outfit. She crouched down by the fire, near the young ones. Elenwe almost smirked, her nose twitching in effort to maintain her solemn and serious look. The young ones were scared, but also trying to pretend not to be, but the air was thick with the anxious smell the young ones give off when anxious. The stranger was nearly shaking, and Elenwe noticed that underneath her magnificent purple cloak, they were wearing what looked like thin clothes. Not suitable for this weather, or travel. She wasn’t experienced with humans, and without being covered in fur that changed colour and markings as one aged, humans were hard for her to guess the age of. But wearing thin cloth like this, and passing through this pass? The stranger may carry a fearsome sword and control one of the demons, but based on that one choice, (or mistake, Elenwe thought to herself) told her enough about this human; she was young, inexperienced, or unprepared. More likely, she thought to herself, all three. She looked to her own child in her partner’s arms, and then looked once again to the stranger. She sat near the fire, eyes steely but darting around; hunter’s eyes. Always alert for danger.

The novelty of the stranger wore off after a while, and soon food rations were being passed around. The tribe passed a portion to the stranger, and without much of a reaction, she passed it on to the child next to her, watching her. Elenwe frowned a bit, still examining the stranger, now from her alcove with her partner and child. Brenin and her shared a look, and Elenwe quietly asked Brenin to grab the spare materials. As he left, Elenwe’s eyes drifted to the Shaman-Chief, whose look was angry, nearly quaking with the rage within him. The gods wouldn’t punish them for helping a stranger, and she knew that he was only trying to protect them all, but the fact that his authority was undermined, something that had never happened before, was eating him up inside. Elenwe stood up a second after the Shaman-Chief began to move He was lunging towards the stranger, and Elenwe instinctively got in between him and the young stranger, the sudden movement waking her child, who gasped with the sudden movement. “Elenwe! This stranger needs to go! For all we know she’s calling Ice-Fury!” He said to her, his voice nearly a roar. But Elenwe stood her ground, leaning forward in a challenging stance “Since when do we abandon people who need our help, Vrakkis,? If the gods are already punishing us, then they will destroy us for doing that!” Elenwe completed her challenging of the authority of the Shaman-Chief by calling him his adult name, instead of his title. There was a muffled gasp, and shock passed through the people of her tribe. Vrakkis bristled, and opened his mouth to say something, before wind whipped into the building like a bull through the weak wood, nearly shattering the door off of it’s hinges, and the ground shook. They all knew what that meant. Ice-Fury was back. Elenwe nearly caught a self satisfied smirk on Vrakkis’ face, as if this proved the stranger was calling the demon. The stranger, who was watching this whole event unfold, jumped to her feet, hand instinctively on her sword. Then, she said something in their language, broken, and in the wrong tone for what Elenwe presumed was a question, “Ice-fury?”

I stayed with the little furry people for a while, warming up. They tried to pass me food, but I had my own and it looked like they were hiding out the storm here, and had children. Such as this one, with soft green fur and big brown eyes that stared at me the whole time I sat there. He was kinda cute, in a weird way. These people had delicate, animalistic features, and most of them wore jewelry on their person, whether on their fingers, wrists, ankles, or sewn into the clothes. There had been a slightly uncomfortable quiet in the house since I arrived, with murmurs quietly at the edges of the room. The children who had once stayed by my side had long since fled to their parents, or what I assume was their parents. The one who held the door for me nursed a baby, and I caught her eyes glancing between me and an angry looking one covered in white fur and cloudy grey eyes. What happened next was like a blur to me. The old one lunged towards me, but the mother that had let me in placed herself between me and the old one. She placed herself in a defensive stance between myself and the old one, and they spoke to each other in their language, the old one barking out something that barely sounded like individual words, and more like a series of barks, yells and roars. She leaned forward, and I noticed she was actually larger than him, and more steady on her feet. He almost seemed to deflate as she did this, and she spoke clearly and calmly to what I assumed was their chief. When she finished what she said, I could feel the room get quiet and tense, and I nearly thought the wind breaking down the door was some sort of magic chief had, before I recognized the familiar sound of a rook’s footfalls, and the sounds they make. They’d been repeating a word, almost spitting when they said it, and I was about to bet that it was this thing they were referring to. I looked at the mother and the chief, and asked “Korvaxx?” and they both looked at me like I’d grown a second head. Then the roof got ripped off. Giant icy claws more accurately tore through the roof, the biting wind stinging as the snow war hurled at me like tiny daggers. I had found Korvaxx. I widened my stance, hand instinctively falling to the chain at my hip, before I thought and realized what was more important than defeating this rook. I glanced behind me, and saw a house beuint into the overhanging crag. I pointed, and shouted “GO!” a few times. The people were frozen in shock, until the mother realized what I was attempting to communicate. She shouted in her language, and the ones I had identified as warriors barked out a response. They quickly organized themselves, the non-warrior adults quickly gathering essentials and children, while the warriors strode to the sides, distracting the rook with stones thrown from slings that barely did anything. I was about to join them, help guide the rook away, when I noticed the rook had it’s glowing blue eye on something; a mop of green fur that was partially buried by the snow. It was the kid that was watching me, and the rook lunged toward it, it’s icy claws reaching out. I wasn’t about to find out why it was after this kid, with a sharp ring, my blade was off my back and at my side, and I threw all of my weight into a swing with the blunt edge, up and diagonally, which smashed through the icy claws and smashed a chunk off the hand of the rook. It let out a bellow, the sounds of cannons firing in it’s voice, before the storm whipped up, snow blinding everyone. But my ears picked up the sounds of it’s footsteps, backing up like a wounded beast, disappearing fully into the blizzard. I reached down, scooping up the child below me, pulling him from the snow and holding his shivering body to my chest. The warriors watched it flee, then looked at me.

The purple cloaked savior pushed through the door behind the warriors, carrying one of the children. Elenwe couldn’t believe they had lost him, and she rushed forward to take him from the stranger, who lightly let him down in front of Elenwe. The child didn’t even really look hurt, more confused and cold. Vrakkis’ white face stared at Elenwe and the stranger, before rushing forward and hugging the child. It was his own grandchild. After all. He hugged for a while, before sharing a quiet whisper, and gently nudging the child to the fireplace where someone was trying to start a new fire. The cold that Ice-Fury had created left them all shivering. Elenwe worried that some of them might not get warm enough this time, the surprise attack had taken them by such surprise that many were in their indoor dress, nearly naked, and had signs of forstbite. She looked to the stranger, who was wearing a grim frown, and Elenwe could see the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She was devasstated by the attack too, terrified of what could’ve happened to the tribe. She cast a look over all of them, and then turned to the door, and quickly left.

I couldn’t just leave these people to this, they clearly hadn’t found ways to fight off rooks at all. The kids, the baby, were all in danger. I went outside, and found Castlello digging itself out of a pile of snow. I would’ve normally chuckled, and in hindsight it’s pretty funny. But all I felt was rage. I would not let a rook devastate these people, or take any parents away from children. Good thing I was a skilled hunter, and have the type of rage that makes me intensely focused. It’s not hard to track what is essentially a moving building surrounded by a magic blizzard. It was stalking the perimeter of the village, and I quickly caught up to it. I yelled, getting the thing’s attention. Unlike other rooks, this one wasn’t a castle, but a massive Rook constructed of ice and snow. The Rook's body was made of jagged ice bricks, while its spindly legs and arms are crafted from frosted, gnarled tree branches. It towered over me, easily thrice my height, it’s lone eye glowing with a chilling blue light. I rolled my neck, cracking it, and dropped my hand to the weapon at my belt.

Elenwe had followed, sneaking behind the stranger. She originally intended on stopping the stranger, but she had moved too quickly for Elenwe to keep up in the snow, and she dared not cry out for fear of Ice-Fury. The blizzard worsened, and she heard the stranger issue a challenging cry, and the scene came into Elenwe’s view. The wind howled, kicking up flurries of snow that danced around the combatants. Ice-Fury’s body was entirely ice, with a lone sickening eye that locked onto the stranger like a wolf looking at food. With a sudden burst of speed, the demon lunged at her, it’s ice claws slashing through the air, but the stranger was faster, and sidestepped the attack, hew purple cloak billowing behind her, looking less like a human and more like a savior from the stories. There was a glint, a spark at the strangers side, the ball and chain at her side sparked. The demon roared in anger, and unleased a blast of icy wind at her, and she responded with a wide swing of her ball and chain, the crackling energy of her weapon dispersing the blast before it could even reach her. With a fluid motion, she spun the chain around her, and flung the ball at the demon. The ball struck the beast’s icy body with a resounding thud, causing it to stumble backwards on it’s tree legs. The stranger took the opportunity, and charged forward, her massive sword held high. The demon swung it’s massive arms, but the stranger was too quick, darting in and around with blinding speed. Then, with a cry that Elenwe could swear pierced the heavens, the stranger leapt into the air, her cloak behind her like the wings of an avenging spirit, and brought her sword down in a mighty ar. The blade sliced cleanly through the demon’s icy body, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The snow and ice exploded around her, sending flakes swirling in every direction. She landed gracefully on the ground, her sword blade resting against the settling snow. Her eyes scanned the area, ready for anything else that might try her. But she never saw Elenwe, who by now had scurried back to her tribe, ready to regale them with the tale of their savior. No longer a stranger, now the Fury-breaker.

After I destroyed the Rook, I was surprised to find it was really unlike any I’d fought before. It fell apart, and there really wasn’t any internal mechanisms to speak of, other than a stone that had to be the Rookstone. I noticed it was about the same size and weight at the pommel stone of my sword, and I had an idea, to try when I could camp. Then, I made my way back to the house with the people. It seemed like I attracted trouble, and so I wouldn’t be staying. My best chance was to just push through the snow, now much more manageable without the Rook making a storm. I opened the door to the building, to a waiting audience. The old one and the mother were at the front. When I opened, chatter went silent, and they all repeated a word, a few times. Then the mother help up a hand, and they went quiet. “Thraxxikor” she said, the same thing they were all saying. I figured out they were calling me that, like some sort of nickname? Or title? But they all said it with reverence, and eventually they passed forward a garment, the old one giving it to me. I realized it was like what they wore, but larger for my size, and sewn in with many, many pieces of jewelry, crafted from metal, wood and bones. I took it, and it seemed like they were expecting something, so I put it on on top of my lighter clothes. It was warm, and comfy. They seemed pleased with this, and so I nodded. And turned towards the door, and saying my thanks. I also mentioned that my name is Niamh, not Thraxxikor. I know they wouldn’t understand it. Then, I left. I found Castlello struggling through the deep snow. Eventually, it found it’s way to the packed snow that I figured had to be some sort of path, and walked beside me. It almost seemed like it was upset, perhaps that I didn’t let it protect me in the fight. I figured it would get over it. We travelled a few more hours, until the light of the brazier turned red, and dimmed. By then we were through the worsts of the pass, in a lower mountainous section that was jagged and craggy, but not snowy. I figure I must’ve somehow messed up, this didn’t feel like a mountain pass that was traversable, but it is what it is. Then I set camp, and noticed that in the pockets of the garment was a preserved gourd of some sort, and when I opened it and tasted the liquid inside, I understood it was a gift. The honey sweet, berry and botanical flavors of an alcohol danced across my tongue. This was delicious, and to be saved.

The stranger left, as Elenwe predicted. Avenging and protecting spirits didn’t stick around when they weren’t needed. After Fury-Breaker left, the storm began to get better, and for the first time in days it seemed like things would be okay. Then, it felt right, the time to name her child had come. She turned to Brenin, and held her arms out for their child. “Niamh, I think we can call him Niamh.” It was one of the last things the spirit had said in the human tongue it spoke, and it felt right to Elenwe.

#colostle #creative writing #writing #solo rpg #writeblr #amatuer writing #female writers #writblr

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girlwithfish · 2 years

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took half a gummy my d8 tolerancehas gone down or lately ive just been getting so clapped from any edible at all i grt soo high easily now nd more tired fast nd also have been getting more anxious than like having a good time But um im trying to speed read gower's lovers confession and then my ling readings nd then im gonna make a pasta dinner maybeee if i have the energy nd then play sdv or do smth fun tnte...

#had another bad moment. oh i will fill ojt my dbt worksheet tnte bc i had another spl*tting episode woooooo

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0ct0b4g3l · 6 days

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haaay ignore the fact ive been gone for so ling since im more active on twitter . here are some bagel drawings YAY ! YIPPEE !

#trigger warning blood #how do tags work HELLP . HEEELLLLPPP

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imhavingdifficulties · 2 months

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ode to fish lady, for my childhood

im depressed everyone. allow ke to explain why. i w

okay. i went to the store. fish lady looming st me through the window. like i mean her HEAD IS IN A TUB OF GLASS. there is a little bit of seaweed in there

kind of like thom york in that

music video. where he looms like hes suffering greatly for no apparent reason and his face starts to annoy you

her face is disgruntled i know shes judging me bc i have a toohat on and shes got a fish head and like. i dunno. life isnt fair. ive got a bunny rabbit in here thats my child self's bunny, who is lost amd chases stars on the street. and hes my favorite he reminds me of easter and things making sense when i was small

i glare at this bitchass fish lady. and i also motice that she has very large boobs. like you could be wrapped in them

anyways i broke eyecontact (after she looked away first cyz im not a pussy) and i got my fuckin. salami. and all my little college student snacks to tife me over and eat like a little rat.

i miss how id eat snacks with my best friend in the park, when we were in higschool. things were simpler. wed sit on the grass and construct the toys in the kinder egg candy. wed roam the city and wed get tired and wed want to talk at night and wed call through the day, about how we felt, what our lives were,

wed flirt and wed hurt each other.

i go up to fish lady who turns out to be the cashier. i think cashiers hate me. this fact is exacerbated by the fact that i always find a way to look as fucking clueless as possible. she glares at me but tell me to have a nice day

i like her. little bit. ive got my back on my back and i take it off and go inside. i feel like a kid today. i feel like lost like how i did when i felt more, most, everywhere, exploding, incessantly growing out of my own skin. i still felt like a little shell when i was in highschool like that. like so small.

my hat is sagging behind me as i walk

its dragging on the damn sidewalk

is salami a good enough replacement for kinder eggs.

do i get out of gnawing on salami what i got out of the kinder eggs??? do i care enough? if i got a kinder egg now. im pretty sure that it would be less nice as it was before with my best friend ever,

lately ive been wrenched away, a little sideways. where stuff aint the same, where im unavoidably growing

this salami is making me think different

when i was little i loved things that were perfectly ordinary. exactly right. i loved it. i followed , with t shirts over long sleeves so i felt just right.

with my bunny just right. things in line. with a fiery attitude that somehow countered all that. isa, my sibling being too nice

and then i GREW AGAIN. so suddenly to make me cry! theres an owl ina tree calling softly for my past self. the owl that everyone loved. it was everyones owl. and jow how am i in new uyork with a new ideneity i dont even know, without myself but clearly uanging on to a past version of me.

and im in new york and im jn new york and i wish i had a ling top hat that dragged on the ground with my star chasing bunny and my kinder eggs and my long sleeves my scooter my toys, my isa.

annd now isas gone

and im quite sad

and im sitting out . on the edge of the morning, typing to myself . wish i could say rains bangin on the window but really theres not the sound of honking and my roommates sleeping, and the vents working and , ill wake up again in three hours,

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incorrectfmaquotes · 3 years

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Ed: I wonder what sand tastes like?

Ling: It tastes bad.

Ed: How do you—

Ling: I answered your question, that’s all you get.

#edward elric #Ling Yao #fma #fmab #Fullmetal Alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #incorrect fma quotes #source: unknown #i look thru other incquotes blogs to find material for this blog #ive been thru some rwby incquotes #and a lot of what others have put for nora is what i would put for ling #and ive loved both of them for a long time and that was the first time i realized their similarities #also while im here in the drafts #i thought i was a simp for nora before #BUT OH BOY THIS VOLUME?#THE SIMPING FOR NORA VALKYRIE HAS GONE UP TO 11 #i know this is an fma blog but ive been obsessing over her so hard it makes me wanna talk abt her over multiple blogs #sorry the regular fma content will now resume

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sanity-is-a-joke · 4 years

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I just want my head to be empty.

I could do it, I should do it.

I’m overstaying my welcome, wasting time. It’s been dragging on, days melting together. I’m so tired. I want to sleep. To sleep and never wake up. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.

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wangxianficrecs · 2 years

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Fic Finder

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1. Welcome back, I know you're just back but I'm really searching for this threadfic for literal days. So, the plot was Wei Wuxian was some deity and Lan Wangji asked him for something (probably defeating Wens) and Wei Wuxian asked for Lan Wangji's firstborn in return. So, after Wei Wuxian fulfilled his deal, Lan Wangji took him to his tent and slept with him and when Wei Wuxian got pregnant, he left.

Then Lan Wangji went to his shrine and kept giving him pregnancy related things in offerings and removed any alcohol he got. Soon Wei Wuxian got irritated and confronted him and later came back with Lan Wangji to Gusu. Later, he gave birth to Lan Yuan. Please please help me find it. It was really so good but I forgot to bookmark it 😭😭 ~ @wei-aixia

FOUND! Twitter threadfic: to save the cloud recesses from the wens, lwj makes a deal with the yiling patriarch: defeat the wens and protect gusu, and lwj will give him his firstborn. by Elissa | yiling laozu apologist@cerbykerby on AO3 as cerbykerby.

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2. Welcome back!!! I didn’t realize how much I used your page until you were gone. I hope you had a great break. Can I ask for fic finder help? I’ve been looking for months now and at this point I think I’m crazy.

Someone is trying to kill jin ling so everyone is trying to figure out and protect him. Spoiler alert, it ends up being a woman and she has a voodoo doll of Jin ling, but wei ying switched the hair or something to her brother so she kills him instead. That’s all I can remember, I hope you or somebody knows this fic. Thanks!!!

FOUND! my eclectic muse by Tahto (M, 39k, zhuiling)

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3. Welcome back! There’s this fic I’ve been trying to find for the past few days and it’s been killing me 😭 Features wwx raising a-yuan in lotus pier, imprisoned and he can’t speak. Don’t think anyone outside of lotus pier knew he was still alive after the siege. Eventually, he gets a-yuan out who escapes to gusu and joins him later on as well, 99% sure it’s complete too.

FOUND! on restitution by glitteringmoonlight (M, 99k, lan sizhui & wei wuxian, jin ling & wei wuxian, wangxian, my bookmark)

And here’s another you might like: ❤️whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, jin ling & wei wuxian, wangxian, jiang cheng & wei wuxian, adorable juniors, my post) - this one has wwx and jc reconciliation, fyi

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4. Hi! Your blog has always helped me discover awesome fics and find new favorites, and though ive been looking for this one fic for a while ive never thought to ask until just now!! So if your fic finder series is still open... Im looking for a fic where wwx met lwj when he was dead as a spirit or something and they get to know each other better. Lwj confesses that he likes/wanted to kiss wwx?? and then when wwx reincarnates as mxy, he kisses lwj in front of the juniors (who are verry shocked) saying it was the test and he would've done it earlier if lwj just told him. I swear it was called something like "you shouldve told me" but i searched for it far and wide to no avail. Maybe its been deleted, but if you happen to know what it is.. I would really appreciate it!! Thank you! <3

FOUND! ❤️ asymptotic by chinxe (T, 27k, Wangxian, my post)

OR MAYBE! The Cruelty of Fate by Procrastination_Sensation (T, 16k, wangxian, my post)

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5. Hi!!! I was hoping you (or your followers) can help me find a fic! I think I saw it on your blog somewhere or maybe saw a summary but all I remember is it’s a time travel fic where Wei Wuxian spends most the time trying to get Lan Zhan’s memories of the future back so he could have his husband with him Thanks!!!

FOUND! An Arrow Through Time by syrus_jones (M, 167k, wangxian, WIP, my bookmark)

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6. hey, I hope you're still doing the wangxian fic finder. I'm looking for a wangxian fic, it was abo, alpha lwj and omega wwx. it started with wwx as a doctor at a hospital, where he met a-yuan who was admitted due to appendicitis. wwx felt a connection to him, but because a-yuan was admitted under a fake name (a-li I think), he didn't realize that a-yuan was his child. he thought a-yuan had died, when he left the lan clan to escape his stifling life there. I hope someone can find this! thank you!

FOUND! Against all Odds by gayatridoes (not rated, 253k, wangxian, WIP)

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7. Hi Mojo! I love your blog. I've found so much great reading material here, it's amazing! I hope I'm doing this right. Sorry if I'm not. I'm looking for this fic where Lan Zhan tries to change public opinion about Wei Ying by having him sell his inventions and by telling everyone one about all evil stuff Jin Guangyao did to prove Wei Ying's innocence. It was set just after canon. It would be amazing if you could help me find it. I've been searching for days. Thank you so much! [Grrr, I know this one, but I’m drawing a blank.]

FOUND! I'm Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea (T, 17K, wangxian, my post)

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8. hello!! i was wondering if you knew this fic in which wangxian meet again after years of not seeing eachother. wwx has a-yuan and lwj finds out a-yuan is his son. it was mpreg i believe and i think lwj worked in art or something like that. thank you!!

FOUND! Family Pictures (Or: “Mark Rothko is very, very dead, Wei Ying.”) by belleweather (M, 38k, wangxian)

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9. Welcome back! Could I submit something to the next fic search post? It was a fic where LWJ was injured & everyone thought he died. He's actually just unconscious & LXC hid him somewhere. WWX gets taken into the Lan sect to heal (I think) & no one's allowed to tell him that LWJ is alive. LQR feels bad about it, but follows LXC's orders. Then, there's a scene where WWX is sneaking into Qinghe and happens upon LWJ (who just woke up) & WWX faints. I think WX end up going on a mission together after.

FOUND! If I could Go Back in Time by ariwrites (M, 122k, wangxian, jiang sibs & wei wuxian, nielan)

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10. hi mojoflower, this is a wangxian fic search request. wangxian reincarnate in every life and the moment their eyes meet they recollect all previous memories. lwj had made a promise to wwx that they would be together in every life. and they mostly are? i think? this life, wwx is a fashion critic and lwj is a model and while on runway as their eyes meet they recollect it all. afterwards wwx goes to lwj all excited and after sometime finds that in this life lwj is already married to another guy and tells wwx tht he cares about his current husband very much. of course wwx is devastated...it was supposed to be a multichapter fic, and i dont know what happened after this. ~ @earthytones-olivegreens

FOUND! the sum of us by baobeijuns (G, 3k, wangxian, WIP of ficlets)

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11. OMG QUEEN, YOU ARE BACK AND I DIDNT NOTICE IT UNTIL NOW DDKDMDKDMDK IM SO HAPPY [Hee hee hee] I'm truly glad that everything is better now, at some parts, and that you can have treatment for your migraine too!!

Also, do you know certain fic where LWJ becomes a calamity and WWX a god?? I've read it before reading TCFG and now I'm craving for it again hahaha ~ @nia-rarita

FOUND! Somewhere Sits an Empty Throne by Siamesa (E, 20k, wangxian)

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12. Hi there I'm looking for a fic with modern Cultivators with Wei Ying and Lan Zhan partners in the professional sense. A curse befalls Lan Zhan on the job and it seems its about 'fuck or die' and wangxian issues, but its actually a gender change curse and Wei Ying is surprised cause he never knew Lan Zhan as a anything but man and Lan Zhan says that he wanted it so and that he is satisfied with the result and he's keeping it. ~ @krysaniar [Oh, boo, I was so confident this was Brilliant Mistake by brooklinegirl, but that’s not a lwj mpreg.]

FOUND! The alternative factor by greenfionn (E, 6K, wangxian) - stealth trans lwj gets bottom surgery via curse

NOT FOUND! what to expect when you’re expecting the unexpected by la_muerta (E, 17k, wangxian)

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13. Hello! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? I've been looking for it but I just can't find it, so I thought maybe you would be more successful than me. Okay, so the fic is wangxian and what I remember from it is that it's set in the CR arc when they are teenagers, and it goes as normal about WY trying to get LZ attention, but then WY misses class because he's on his period and LZ gets worried and then they become friends and then boyfriends and eventually Wei Ying gets pregnant bc he was using a type of tea to avoid pregnancy but it failed, and then they were to be married, and that's where the chapter finished. It was an unfinished fic if that helps. You are my last hope, so good luck! And thank you beforehand, have a great day c:

FOUND? I think you are looking for Unable To Stay Away by Waterrain (E, 23k, wangxian, my post)

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14. Hi Mojo 👋! You are an absolute godsend, I love your finder posts and fic recs! Am hoping to get some help with a fic I thought you had prev recced (but either I'm not using the right terms/tags or I made up the rec 🤦‍♀️), it's canon divergence from nightless city, where lwj gets injured. Lxc believes that wwx killed him (I think due to jgy??) and so retaliates only it turns out lwj is alive and wakes to find out lxc killed wwx. wwx comes back as in canon but I think (not 100%) that alot of it is lwj distancing himself from his brother.

Fingers crossed that rings a bell with anyone 🤞 thank you for all your hard work!

FOUND! kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, lan sizhui & lan wangji & wei wuxian, jin ling & lan jingyi & lan sizhui, wangxian, my post)

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15. hi! for your fic finder, there’s single dad wangji modern au with ‘headfirst’ by ocean vuong featured in it when wwx is poking through lwj’s bookshelf, help? i’ve looked through all my bookmarks and o can’t find it lmao ~ @jesuisnilunnilautre

FOUND? one of these perhaps?

ghost in your arms by DizziDreams (T, 12k, wangxian, my post)

when we’re full of stories to be told by fakeplasticlily (M, 45k, wangxian, my post)

Where's Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 65k, wangxian, my bookmark)

or maybe

say it's here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 69k, wangxian)

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16. Hi there! Here's one for your Fic Finder, since you're doing those again :) I'm looking for an arranged marriage fic -- one of those "the Jiangs arrange for WWX to marry LWJ during the burial mounds era to try to avoid disaster for him." (It's not a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke, although I love that one.) The part I specifically remember is that Jiang Cheng was especially worried for WWX. JYL, WWX and LWJ were all pretty okay with the situation but Jiang Cheng was upset that even as time went by WWX wasn't returning to the sword path and didn't seem to be getting any healthier, because JC didn't know about the missing core. ~ @mikkeneko

FOUND? one of these perhaps?

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, wangxian, my post)

❤️As It Should Be by kuro (M, 37k, wangxian, my post)

An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, wangxian, niewangxian, my bookmark)

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17. Hey Mojo, for the next Fic Finder, can I find a fic set in Cloud Recesses, I’m fairly sure it’s a time travel fic, because Wei Wuxian starts treating Jiang Cheng with more distance but still care and respect, and Jiang Cheng is worried because he’s finally acting like his mother always wanted him to, and Jiang Cheng is terrified that his mom has finally managed to take away his brother. ~ @any-mouse

FOUND! Regrets by antebunny (G, 38K, wangxian)

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18. Hey do you know a Wangxian fic I think one or both of them were like witches, I don't remember but I remember the tweet had like fanart where they were kissing each other, it was modern I think. I can't find the tweet and I don't remember the fic either.

FOUND! if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 24k, wangxian, my post)

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[My ko-fi.]

#wangxian fic finder #wangxian #mdzs fic finder #wangxian fic rec

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akuutaguava · 2 years

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FUCKI I CANT POST ANYMORE SHIT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU TIMBLR AND THE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY

SHIT IM ACTUALLY NOT GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT WRITING WEIRD THOUGHTS

Ahahahahaha im gonna have to rant on insta i hate life good bye

Better idea: type on this post and this post alone lets see how chaotic this gets

I am queercoding rn

IVE BEEN FEELING HUNGRY THE WHOLE DAY TODAY AND THE MOMENT I CAN EAT I DONT WANT TO WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS

actually sobs ive seen so much i want to reblog

I hate this godamn limit whatthefuck

Now people will go back to this random post and can’t see my posts popping up every two minutes

FUCK YEAH CASAVA CHIPS :D

My thoughts need to be documented even when i cant post on here

This used to be a post abt me talking abt killjng peoples dogs but who knows anymore

SOMEONE HMSSAVE ME AH

I HAVE A LOT OF ACCOUNTS THAT I NEED TO POST ON WHATTHEFUCK

SHIT THESE CASAVE CHIPS ARE SO GOOD

Bussing bussin frfr

I hate the people who made me not be able to type anything here today shie, apollo, ghoul im talking to you guys /j okay dw

Tempted to go bald and really embrace the mental illness

My mandarin caused havoc on like seven people today lmao

It got everywhere holy shit

Actually about to fucjing cry i hate nkt being able to post shit whathefuck its only been a day but WHY

Found out one of shed eerans songs is like the most famous song in the world and i actually want to end my life oml

Im going to play bsd mayoi to distract myself from this sad fate

AXTUALLY SOBBING TUMBLR CAN YOU STOP PLAYING AND JUST LET ME POST SHIT

FUCK YOU TUMBLE

just kidding haha only joking ily bbgorl

Phobic? You think im scared

Parents will be like don’t do drugs and then make you want to do them

Boutta die im talking abt liking hot evil dilfs what has my life gone to without tumblr

Physically pained

Mentally drained

JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO SNEEZE BUT I CANT I ACTUALLY HATE THIS

Gender? Isn’t that a spice?

ACTUALLY FML MY COMPUTER IS 12% IM GOING TO CRY AL MY CLASEES REQUIRE A COMPUTER TODSAY FUYCKM

yet another day with a substitute who hates my guts for no reason (she has a reason)

im probably going to go home i feel actually so sick rn

WHATTHEFUCK I JUST SAW A MEME MY TEACHER SHOWED US IN IT WAS SHAKESPEAR GOING “i put the lit in literature” THATS IT IM JUMOING OUT THE WINDOW

art = are

dost = do

doth = does

'ere = before

hast = have

'tis = it is

'twas = it was

wast = were

whence = from where

wherefore = why

nay = no

twas over yonder

LMAO FUCK TOU SCHOOL I’M LEAVING

OUT OF THAT HELL HOLE :D

Actually so happy i don’t need to do science now fuck yeah

GAH I FEEL LIKE SHIT LMAO

Im pretty sure everyone thinks im skipping fuck you guys im not

THE CICADAS ARE STILL HERE FUCK

I hate the invention of long hair we should all just cut off our hair my ling hair sucks

Stopped to say hi to the ants :D

What a great lifw we would have if we were all just… orbs floating through space

Now is not a good time to be walking on a bridge over a highway

We made it off the bridge without commiting ded :D

I hate walking slow holy shit

Time to go die in my bed because i can’t really post on here anymore and that makes me sad and want to die

IHATEYOUIHATEYOU GO DIE IN A HOLE

AHIT AHIT SHIT AHIT SHIR MMY PARENTS WANT TO WATCH BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HOLU SHIT THEY WILL ACTUALLY HATE IT AND ME AND EVERYTHING AND MAKE ME SELL ALL MY MERCH HOMY SHIT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE WHATTHEFUCK SOMEONE HELP

I need another post for that but tumblr is a bitch

ACTUALLY FUCK I SLEPT FOR LIKE FOUR HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING STUDY FOR TEO TESTS HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCK SOMEENE AHHH NI U HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO POST HERE WHATTEHECUKDS

I WOKE UP AND I ACTUALLY FEEL SO SHIT LIKE I FEEL LIKE NOTHING MATTERS AND THERES NO POINT IN LIVING SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS HEADSPACE

BRO THE ONLY THING THATS BEEN KEEPING ME GOING TODAY IS WAITING TILL 12 AM SO I CAN FUCKING POST SHIT I JAT THIS APP

I ALSO CANT EVEN FUCKING MAKE DRAFTS AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO UNALIVE

dont mind those last posts, anyways three more hours until you guys get mass chaos :D goodbye for now and i’ll see you when i can actually fuckin post

#this is a threat #feel threatened #stellas gone mental

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I’ve been having EdLing brainrot since ive rewatched the series so here, have a slight AU that i may or may not write a fic about.

During canon, Ed and Ling had a thing going on. Wasn’t a proper relationship, but they were each other’s for a while, and it was real and they loved each other, even if they didn’t exactly say it

After the promised day, they go their separate ways. Ling goes to become the Emperor of Xing and Ed recovers and helps out Al like they do in canon.

And for about two years everything goes as canon. Ed lives in Resembool with the Rockbells and Ling is emperor. They write sometimes, but Ling is busy (trying not to focus on his lovesickness) and Ed travels a lot (never to Xing, it would hurt too much, seeing the person he loves but can never be with)

Their letters have heavy romantic undertones, always flirty and promises of a future together that neither of them truly believes in.

Until one day, Ling can’t handle the loneliness anymore. A king’s duty is to his people, but a greedy part of him want Ed and Ed alone. The rest of the world could burn for all he cares, as long as he has Ed with him.

So, he talks with Mei in secret and drafts a document. He trusts her with their people

The Emperor goes missing, not even Lan Fan knows where he went.

Word travels quick and soon Ed knows about it

Obviously he gets extremely worried and decides to start looking for Ling

Doesn’t need to search for long, Ling catches him at the East City station. Ed was starting his search there and Ling was on his way to catch a train to Resembool

Needless to say, they hold each other and kiss and just pour out their feelings that they left unspoken for the last two years.

They decide to run away and explore the world, leaving both Amestris and Xing behind.

Sightings of the Fullmetal Alchemist reduce and no one knows his whereabouts.

Al is extremely suspicious of the two situations and decides that the two of them probably got their dumbasses together and are living happily together

After a year, Mei is crowned Empress of Xing and everyone mourns the death of the old Emperor, gone too soon :’(

Cue fun shenanigans of their close friends hearing about them and having a wait a second type reaction

yes thats all i just want older edling exploring the world, nothing tying them anywhere, just two free souls learning about the world around them

#edling #ed x ling #linged #ling x ed #ling yao #edward elric #ed elric #fma #fmab #mangahood #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemis brotherhood #fullmetal #fma au #edling au

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quazartranslates · 3 years

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH4

**This is an edited machine translation. For more information, please [click here]**

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Chapter 4: Resurrection Overture (IV)

The man who had made Chen Baiqi feel depressed for so long yet suddenly had come back from the dead abruptly opened his eyes and grabbed her, asking eagerly, "It's a long story. I'll elaborate later. Where's Ning Zhou? Is he back yet? I want to see him! Right now!"

Chen Baiqi's face changed. Ning Zhou had come back, but he’d left again. First, he went to the Holy See in Neverland. Now I'm afraid he’s gone to Purgatory...

The sound of an aircraft came overhead. The two people looked up and watched the small aircraft land beside them. Before landing, the hatch was opened. Al, an executive officer of the Court who was familiar with Qi Leren, jumped out of the aircraft and landed firmly beside the Qi Leren: "Why are you here? Are you not dead?"

"Dead, affected by a special-magic-resurrection-tool, and alive again." With this, Qi Leren remembered Maria's entrustment and asked Al, "Is the Prophet in the Courthouse? Ms. Maria asked me to give him something."

Al and Chen Baiqi looked at each other in disbelief. Chen Baiqi pondered and asked, "Ms. Maria?"

"I saw her... soul? Or the remaining consciousness? I don't know what it was... but it should be her," Qi Leren said.

Al looked solemn. "I'll take you back to the Courthouse first."

Qi Leren nodded, followed Al on the aircraft, and then turned back and told Chen Baiqi: "I’ll be back soon. You tell Ning Zhou that I’m fine… I, I have something to tell him."

The hatch was closed, and the aircraft carrying Qi Leren took off from the beach. Just now, the huge movement had attracted the nearby pedestrians. Fortunately, this area was relatively remote, and the Court issued martial law in the area before the onlookers gathered. Chen Baiqi was also politely asked to leave. She was familiar with the executives of the Court and left the beach while talking about the situation just now.

Looking at aircraft flying farther and farther, Chen Baiqi gave a long sigh. Until Ning Zhou wrote back, she really couldn't contact him.

After many days, Qi Leren once again came to the Court. After the aircraft landed, he was directly brought in front of Si Ling, and Qi Leren was deeply impressed by the Court’s acting chief executive—mainly because he was flamboyant looking and had long hair, and his eyes were still those unsettling snake eyes. Although Si Ling had always been very polite to him, Qi Leren always felt that this was for Ning Zhou's face and that Si Ling didn't really like him.

It should be said that Si Ling didn't seem to like anyone.

After seeing Si Ling, Qi Leren told him about Maria's entrustment but did not say what it was.

"The Master Prophet is sleeping. When there’s no major business, we try not to disturb him." Si Ling said, "You can give us the item and when the Prophet wakes up, we will give it to him."

On the way back to the Village of Dusk, Qi Leren had almost been robbed by an unknown great god. He flatly refused: "I can't violate Ms. Maria's trust. This thing is very important. I must give it to him personally."

Si Ling smiled—let's just call it a laugh. In Qi Leren’s eyes, none of his facial features moved, only his mouth raised: "I'm afraid you don't understand what kind of existence the Prophet is. I’ll give you a simple example: Remember when you went undercover with the Slaughter Secret Society? At the last minute, when the Lord of Slaughter’s believers fled everywhere we sealed off the whole enchantment of the Village of Dawn, but it was still too late and we let two believers escape. Why was it so late? Because even if it was such a thing, we had not awakened the Prophet but had indirectly borrowed his strength. Otherwise, no fish would have slipped through the net.

"If you want me to wake up the Prophet in advance, you have to prove to me the importance of that thing," Si Ling said.

Qi Leren fell into hesitation. Should he tell Si Ling? In fact, he was very clear: if even the boss responsible for guarding order in the Twilight Township couldn't be trusted, there was no one to trust in the whole Twilight Township, or in other words, this human camp had been completely finished. Although he didn't like Si Ling's attitude, intellectually speaking, he understood Si Ling's actions.

"Okay, but I can only tell you alone. The less people who know, the better," Qi Leren said.

Si Ling thought for a moment and agreed to his request. Al shrugged aside and went out, closing the door for them.

There was only Qi Leren and Si Ling left in the office.

"Now you can say it." Si Ling folded his hands on the table, as if he would listen carefully.

Qi Leren looked at the "Scepter of Hell" in his item bar. It didn't even have a description. The description that should have followed the name was three question marks.

Qi Leren said, "Maybe you haven't heard of this thing, but it's very important. On the way here, I met an unidentified person who tried to cheat it from me. This thing is called the 'Scepter of Hell'..."

"...Fuck!" Si Ling jumped up from his chair, one hundred thousand percent surprised, "Say that again?!”

Si Ling’s reaction was too big; the teacups on the table were overturned and the hot water flowed all over the table, but he didn't feel a thing at all, staring straight at Qi Leren as if he meant to take it from his item bar personally.

Qi Leren was shocked and said, "The Scepter of Hell."

Si Ling took a deep breath and covered his forehead: "This thing is in your hands..."

"To be precise, it’s in Ms. Maria’s hands, I’m only responsible for the transfer," Qi Leren corrected.

Si Ling called Al in: "Convene all the deliberation members immediately and hold a meeting in 20 minutes. I’m initiating an urgent agenda requesting to awaken the Prophet."

Al looked at Si Ling with a face of confusion, then at Qi Leren’s face of innocence, nodded, and turned away.

"You wait here, I'll take you to the Prophet in half an hour." Si Ling seems to be sure that this proposal would be passed. He picked up his coat from the back of the seat and strode to the door.

Once again, Qi Leren looked at his item bar. So, this was really something very important? Si Ling had walked so fast that he didn't even have time to ask... Forget it, knowing too much wasn’t a good thing.

Fifteen minutes passed and people came one after another to the huge conference room. Most of them were wearing the uniforms of the Courthouse. One of them smiled at Si Ling: "Boss suddenly called an urgent meeting. Is it because of the holy light that arrived just now?"

A blindfolded woman handling cards said faintly, "The light came from the direction of the Holy City, and the breath should be the Holy Nun."

"Hasn't her Lady the Holy Nun already fallen?"

"It’s normal for field-level master’s consciousnesses to remain in the world."

"That’s true. Is it related to the sudden collapse of the Holy City’s field a few days ago?"

"Ah, I feel certain that something big is going to happen..."

The people in the conference room talked quietly.

Five minutes passed and only one seat remained empty. Si Ling impatiently knocked on the tabletop with a pen: "Where is the Illusionist?"

The middle-aged man sitting next to him said, "I entrusted him to perform a task, I'm afraid he won't be back until tomorrow."

Si Ling said strangely, "How can the work of the heresy-judgment section be handed over to someone of his discipline?"

The middle-aged man replied: "The people who believe in this Utopia are very special, very good at illusions, and they are suspected to have been demonized. Several executives who had dealt with it before couldn't cope with it. Let him be a visionary."

Si Ling nodded: "Let's have the meeting now. The urgent agenda should be attended by the special envoy of the Holy See. However, since Mr. Ning Zhou has left the Holy See, the Holy See has not yet decided on a new special envoy, so everything is simple. I will submit the meeting to the Holy See later.

"Just now, someone brought a message from the Holy Nun back from the Holy City, which is of great importance. It is necessary to inform the Prophet immediately. The specific content is not convenient to disclose. Now vote." Si Ling’s slender vertical pupils passed over everyone's face.

……

After the meeting, Qi Leren was led by Si Ling, who looked solemn and resigned, and walked towards the Court’s underground. He didn't expect it to be so big here, and there was snow and ice everywhere. Even the elevators were made of ice, carrying them to the endless abyss.

The elevator stopped, the translucent ice door opened, and there was deep darkness ahead, but with their arrival the bottomless and chilly darkness lit up, and a dazzling white light lit the underground ice palace like an invisible sun. Right in front of it was an empty corridor with ice pillars that would need four or five people to reach around them on each side. They were tens of meters high, making one feel that this wasn’t underground but rather as if they were on a planet of ice and snow.

In this cold silence, Si Ling walked forward with Qi Leren.

It should be very cold here, Qi Leren thought, because the air he exhaled quickly condensed into a cloud of white gas. It was strange that his body didn't feel cold, making him wonder whether there was something wrong with the temperature here or with his body.

At the end of the corridor an underground church, which was as tall and majestic as a castle of ice and snow, suddenly appeared in front of him, which was more magnificent than the church on the site of the Vatican. Perhaps it was due to the material. It looked like a giant cathedral. Standing in front of the door, Qi Leren and Si Ling were even less than a quarter of its height.

"Is this a church?" Qi Leren asked.

"No, this is a tomb," Si Ling answered.

Qi Leren eyed him with puzzlement, and Si Ling looked intently at the church door. The vertical pupils like those of cold-blooded animals showed obvious respect and an indescribable helplessness.

"You will meet the Master Prophet in a moment. No matter what he says, you don't have to be surprised," Si Ling said.

"I’ll try my best." As Qi Leren spoke, he couldn't help wondering if the Prophet had the ability to see the future, or else why he was called a "prophet"?

The door of the church opened slowly in front of the two. The people who opened the door were two tall ice sculptures. They opened the huge door silently, and then went back to the sides and stood quietly. If Qi Leren hadn't seen them move with his own eyes, he wouldn't be able to see the difference between them and the other ice sculptures.

Behind the door was the inside of a cathedral, just like an ordinary church with rows of pews, but there was no statue of any religious figure at the forefront, but rather a frozen pool. In front of the pool was a wall as tall as a mountain, with a relief of the Vatican mark on it. Qi Leren had seen this pattern on Ning Zhou's collar, symbolizing that God's authority would suppress demons in hell forever.

No matter how you’d look at it, it was a church. Why did Si Ling say it was a tomb?

Just when he was about to ask, Si Ling led him to the middle of the pool. The thick ice could completely withstand the weight of two people. Qi Leren even suspected that the whole pool had frozen into a large piece of ice.

Si Ling drew a cross on his chest and a faint light came out from him. Suddenly there was the sound of ice cracking at his feet. Qi Leren got a fright and quickly lowered his head—the ice at his feet had already cracked, revealing the blue water under the ice! Before Qi Leren could react, they fell into the freezing cold water together!

With a bang, Qi Leren felt that he had fallen into water, but when he hurriedly inhaled he found that he didn't choke on water, but instead smoothly sucked in a mouthful of air. The water was not as cold as he had imagined, and he had no discomfort except the feeling of floating with his feet unable to touch the ground.

The bottom of the water was faint blue. Somehow there was an ice lotus floating with light blue light, which made this mysterious water seem like a dream. At the bottom of the pool, there was an ice coffin that had sunk to the bottom of the water, and a figure could be seen vaguely through the ice.

Was it the Prophet? Qi Leren felt an “alarm” in his heart when he saw the Master Prophet who had been "sleeping" for a long time. Suddenly there was a bad feeling...

The ice coffin never opened, but there were countless silvery white spots in the water which condensed into an illusory figure. He was dressed in a white holy robe and his appearance was that of a young teenager, just like an inexperienced youth, but when one looked into his eyes, they would suddenly forget their own judgment—because he was like a "God" who had come down from religious murals, not a person with joys and sorrows.

"I didn't expect to meet you again so soon, Qi Leren." The Prophet did not speak, but his "voice" echoed in the waters, ethereal and otherworldly.

"We’ve met?" Qi Leren asked, puzzled.

The Prophet suddenly showed a sly smile—at this moment, his holy and alien temperament was swept away and the part that belonged to divinity was hidden, leaving the part that belonged to humans, which made him come alive in Qi Leren’s eyes for a moment.

He said in a lively and cheerful tone: "Of course, we lived together for seven whole days. You were very shy about taking off your clothes and showing me. We also discussed makeup techniques with each other. Although your mouth was reluctant, your body honestly painted me very beautifully with makeup. In fact, I really want to wear women's clothes and walk around the Courthouse, but for the sake of everyone’s hearts, I still only show my students a reserved appearance..."

"Master Prophet, please try to keep your mouth shut for the sake of the Courthouse and your personal image, okay?" The last two words are almost squeezed out of Si Ling's teeth.

The Prophet, who had revealed himself as soon as he opened his mouth, resumed his divine smile: "No."

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captain-apostrophe · 3 years

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I saw that no one chose [2]Shakespeare for your prompt fics. I admit I have gone overboard (because I love Shakespeare), so you can do whatever you want. Choose one, pick whichever sparks joy or completely ignore this. Here goes

1. Richard ii - A III. 2 let us sit upon the ground (jgy having a breakdown before the Guanyin temple scene)

- A IV. 1 Alack, why am I sent for to a king, deposition scene (JC convinces WWX to surrender himself instead of WQ+WN and a trial at Jinlintai ensues)

- A V. 5 I have been studying how I may compare/This prison where I live unto the world (WWX in the burial mounds)

2. Jin Ling as Hamlet (because his uncle murdered his father, see)

-A III. 1 Good my lord,/How does your honor for this many a day? (...) Oh, woe is me,/T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see! (WWX as Yílíng Laozu tries to push LWJ away)

3. Much Ado About Nothing (JC/Beatrice + Huaisang/Benedick - A III. 2-3 either one of the trick scenes)

4. Romeo and Juliet A III. 2 Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,/Take him and cut him out in little stars,/And he will make the face of heaven so fine/That all the world will be in love with night/And pay no worship to the garish sun. (XY & XXC)

5. A Midsummer Night's Dream - based on this Sam Rockwell scene from the 1999 film https://youtu.be/1TiNAYpVVr4 (some kind of reincarnation au vibes, where XY and XXC are amateur actors, and playing the suicide scene knocks something loose in his head)

- A III. 2 “Puppet”? Why so?—Ay, that way goes the game. fight scene (the juniors idk who the smallest in height is, but Jin Ling does seem to have a similar fiery temper; a night-hunt gone wrong maybe because of some interfering spirits)

6. Titus Andronicus - A II. 4; A III. 1; A V. 3 An if your Highness knew my heart, you were.—/My lord the Emperor, resolve me this (XXC discovers SL's mutilated body before it's turned into a fierce corpse and he kinda snaps)

7. MacBeth - A III. 4 banquet scene (jgy sees the ghost of NMJ)

-A V. 1 away damned spot (LXC in seclusion)

8. The Taming of the Shrew (instead of throwing him in the Burial Mounds, WC takes WWX with him and psychologically torments him with the same tactics as Petruchio; plot-twist: instead of being tamed, WWX kills him, because I hate TTOTS)

9. Othello A III. 3 (Othello/NMJ; Desdemona/LXC ; Iago/JGY; Cassio/NZH)

- A V. 2 It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. - Oh, the more angel she,/And you the blacker devil!(...) I have another weapon in this chamber, - Oh, Desdemona! Desdemona! dead! Oh! Oh! (...) Soft you, a word or two before you go.-I kissed thee ere I killed thee. No way but this,/Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (to DESDEMONA) I kissed you before I killed you. Now, killing myself, I’m dying while I kiss you again. Kisses DESDEMONA, dies (established relationship; JC realizes what NHS did at Guanyin temple and all the scheming before and is driven to murder)

10. Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead "Two ELIZABETHANS passing the time in a place without any visible character.bThey are well dressed—hats, cloaks, sticks and all. Each of them has a large leather money bag. GUILDENSTERN’s bag is nearly empty. ROSENCRANTZ’s bag is nearly full. The reason being: they are betting on the toss of a coin. (...) It would have been nice to have unicorns."+" Do you ever think of yourself as actually dead, lying in a box with a lid on it? (...) Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, Where’s it going to end?" (JGY and XY in the afterlife, but they don't know it)

-"We could play at questions. (...) Yet he sent for us. And we did come." (JGY +NHS)

Now that's what I call a prompt! It was fun to have so many to choose from and to look at the different parallels you drew. I might be doing another, but this was the one that really caught my eye. Hope you like it!

(also on ao3 if you prefer to read there)

[gen; Lan Xichen; references to Macbeth; guilt and sleepwalking and blood]

- Spot -

In his sleep, Xichen walked.

There was nobody to see it, secluded as he was, and he himself was not aware. He only knew that he was tired every day, as tired as if he'd risen from his bed and paced back and forth for hours on end. The weariness felt fitting, though. He didn't deserve to sleep well.

He tried not to think about it. He spent a lot of his time now trying not to think about things; sometimes he succeeded.

Each night he went to bed at the prescribed time and lay staring into the darkness. Despite his weariness he always struggled to fall asleep - and the sleeplessness seemed to perpetuate itself. The longer he lay there, unsleeping, the less likely sleep became. Sometimes he didn't sleep until the room was turning grey with the approach of dawn, and sometimes he didn't sleep at all.

But when he did sleep there was no rest in it, and this was why: he would rise without waking and walk circles around the boundary of the home that had become a prison.

"Yet here," he mumbled, on one such night, words slurred and changing from dull to desperate and back again. "A spot!"

He wrung his hands together. He paced. If one were to look they might notice, as the months of his seclusion turned to years, the wearing of a path around the boundaries of the rooms: from door to bed, from bed to desk, from desk to door and around again. And again. And again.

"Hell is murky - out, damned spot! Who would have thought a man would have so much blood in him?"

He held up his hands as though to stare at them, though of course he saw nothing - or if he dreamed, perhaps in the dream he saw the stain of the guilt that lay upon them. Certainly the image of it haunted his waking hours. He was supposed to be spending this time in meditation, this seclusion, but each time he closed his eyes he saw his sworn-brother again and felt the hot spray of blood over his hands.

"No more of that," the sleepwalker told himself, soothing. "No more of - oh, but here's the smell of the blood, still! What perfume could sweeten this? Will these hands never be clean?"

His distressed cry rang out like a bird's call through the night. There was nobody to hear it. The elders of his sect slept easily with the weight of their decisions.

"Wash your hands," he said. His tone was gentle, as if he spoke to another, one he wished more kindness on than he would in waking choose to offer to himself. "Wash them and put on a clean robe. Look not so pale. He's buried! He cannot come out from his grave! Wash your hands."

There was no water in the wash-bowl but he knelt at it anyway and, as if enacting some elaborate mime, scrubbed at his hands. Come morning the skin would be red and raw - but there was nobody to notice how his hands troubled him now, and he did his best not to wonder why.

It didn't matter. What did he need his hands for? Let them ache. Let the skin crack and the joints swell. All his hands were good for any more were a weight when they sat folded in his lap, when he stared at nothing and feigned serenity.

"To bed now," he told himself then, rising with freshly-aching hands and eyes still unseeing. "Come, come, come - what's done cannot be undone. Dawn approaches. To bed."

And on the next night, and the one that followed, and on and on, he would rise to repeat the performance: pacing, scrubbing, muttering. Murmuring in distress but providing, too, the consolation that there was nobody else to offer.

Perhaps one day he would believe that he deserved forgiveness.

#prompt fill #fic-iversary prompts #the untamed #fanfic #lan xichen #as lady macbeth #cap' writes

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whump-town · 4 years

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Psych 101

Defiance • Struggling • Crying

(Warning for language, torture, drugs, and just bad guy things)

The Hotch telling the team he loves them while being forced to shoot Garcia story

Waking up in his pajamas, strapped to a wooden chair, and surrounded by his friends… Reid doesn’t know what’s happening but he knows it’s not good. “Guys,” he whispers, fear creeping up his sternum. He peaks over his shoulder, leaning forward to see down the line of people. Morgan is to his immediate right, beside him his Garcia. On his left, it runs Emily, JJ, and Dave. “Morgan?”

The older agent lifts his head, eyes peeling open slowly. He can feel the sedative still working through his body but as awareness creeps in, his mind clears. “Reid,” he croaks, rubbing his chin against his shoulder-- his bare shoulder. He looks down and frowns when he realizes he’s sitting in boxers he’d worn to bed and nothing else. “Kid?”

“Oh fuck me!”

Reid and Morgan lean forward, catching the eyes of the very pissed Emily Prentiss. Well, it’s not hard to put two and two together here. She’s clearly not pleased about her dressing arrangements either. She’s got a shirt on even if it’s twisted beneath her and showering the ling of her underwear.

She gets over it fairly quickly when she’s able to see everyone. No, not everyone. “Where the hell is--”

They flinch as a sudden light comes on overhead. It’s bright and a broken kind of yellow tint that sinks into everything. More importantly, it puts Hotch right in front of them. He hadn’t been spared in the clothing of choice either. His green boxers are rolled up his thighs, his legs limply splayed out. The white shirt he customarily wears to bed is sitting on the ground at his feet. Having been pulled off to attach the heart monitor leads to his chest.

“Fuck… Hotch?” Emily mumbles. They’re all grappling to take this to the best of their abilities. It’s bad enough they’re tied down but… There are two bags of something clear hanging above Hotch’s head. It’s snaking into the back of his hand and judging from the light trail of drool and just how limp he remains while they sit up and become aware, it’s not good. “This is gonna suck.”

A large door hidden by the shadow of where the light doesn’t go, the UNSUB steps in. “You can say that again, Agent Prentiss.”

The power in the tone and statement are fairly lost as Garcia comes in, held by her elbow in the UNSUBs tight grip. “Honestly, your professionalism sucks complete--” Garcia stops when she sees them. She pales and her gaze nervously shifts between them until it lands on Hotch. A wall comes down and she scowls at the UNSUB. “If you’ve touched a hair on my bossman’s head, I’ll--”

The UNSUB pulls a gun from behind him, tucked into the back of his pants, releasing Garcia and stepping to Hotch. He presses the metal to Hotch’s temple, pushing Hotch’s head upright and smiling when Hotch remains limp and leaning into the metal. He smiles, “you’ll what? Huh? You’ll kill me?” He grips Hotch by his dark hair, lifting his head and making sure the other’s can see. “You can try but it won’t be before I kill him.”

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he releases Hotch.

They wince when Hotch’s head falls back and cracks against the table behind him. A sickening crack filling the air before Hotch breathlessly grunts in pain.

“Sit down,” the UNSUB points to a spare chair. It’s like he isn’t even bothered with her. He doesn’t say a word or even give her anything to bind herself to the chair with. His first and fatal mistake.

The UNSUB goes the tray pushed up against Hotch’s chair. It’s a sophisticated setup and surely someone’s noticed this equipment is missing. It helps that he has to be trained for some of this. So many bread crumbs… someone has to catch on.

From her spot Emily can see everything the UNSUB is doing. Watching him produce a needle and a bottle of medicine, her heart leaps. “Hey!” Emily shouts, her mind reeling as the UNSUB draws the clear liquid into the syringe. “What are you doing,” she kicks out at her chair. She’s not sure what that is or who he’s going to give it to but she knows it’s not good.

The UNSUB’s face darkens but he doesn’t look up from what he’s doing. “I’d stop all that nonsense, Emily.” He glances up at her, “one too many milligrams of this stuff and I’ll stop his heart. Now,” he says, “we wouldn’t want me to miss calculate would we?” He smiles when Emily stops. He pulls the syringe out and presses it into the port on Hotch’s hand. “Wakey, wakey Aaron.”

They all watch in silent horror as the medicine takes effect.

Hotch groans, shifting as he grows more and more uncomfortable. The heart monitor doesn’t sound off through the room but that doesn’t mean they can’t watch Hotch’s heart rate get dangerously high. His hands tremble where they remain in the binds, his face pinching in pain. He makes a soft choked noise and his chest stops rising with his breathes. His head falls limply to the right.

Dave curses in Italian, the sound of his deep voice enough to make the other’s flinch. “You bastard! You’ll kill him!” Dave falls silent as Hotch’s eyes crack open, his pale chest heaving as a thin layer of sweat spreads over his skin. “His vascular system is compromised! He can’t take too much stress,” Dave says, much of his previous fight gone as just how off Hotch looks. “His heart can’t take it. You’ll kill him.”

The UNSUB disregards Dave entirely. He steps up to Hotch, cupping his cheek and directing Hotch’s empty gaze to himself. “Are you with us, Aaron?” His cheek is cold and damp against the UNSUB’s palm. His bloodshot eyes are far off and unfocused.

Hotch feels a million miles away from his body. Through half-lidded eyes, he can see Reid. He feels an instant relief as he slowly recognizes each person before him. The team’s here, he sighs, everything’s okay.

“Aaron,” the UNSUBS calls again. Slowly Hotch’s eyes move over and look at him. “There you are. How do you feel?”

Hotch shivers, trembling as his body works through the drugs in his system. He’s not present. His mind is clouded by the number of drugs in his system. What he knows is that he can see the team before him and the man beside him is his therapist: John. While his heart beats so fast that it makes his chest ache and his body feel eerily cold, he trusts John and the team.

“My mouth’s dry,” he slurs softly. He struggles to bite down against the need to whine out the statement. To make it clear just how uncomfortable and poorly he feels.

The UNSUB nods his head and steps back, grabbing a bottle of water and carefully moving it to Hotch’s pale, chapped lips.

The whole display-- the soft, nearly kind way that the UNSUB is treating Hotch is startling. It’s even more unsettling.

“Look at your team, Aaron.”

Hotch’s heavy eyes move over to them. He’s told John a lot about them.

John smiles at the team, eyes moving over them one by one. “I want you to tell them how you feel,” John directs. “Tell them the truth,” John whispers, a malicious grin spreading across his lips. “Tell them how much you hate them. How you hate the team and everything they stand for.”

Hotch’s face pinches in confusion. He shakes his head. “No,” he groans, weakly pulling at the ropes keeping his arms securely bound to the chair he’s occupying. He lets out a soft sob, unable to control his emotions with the pain and exhaustion wearing him down. The drugs doing their job. Something has to be wrong. “I don’t hate them.” He shakes his head, voice cracking, “don’t. I don’t.”

The UNSUB grabs him by the back of the hair, jerking his head back.

Hotch lets out a soft whimper when the back of his sore head hits the chair. Tears flow over his cheeks, his confusion evident in the clear fear in his eyes as he looks at John. “Please,” he rasps.

Seeing Hotch’s tears, Morgan’s anger overflows. “Son of a bitch,” Morgan curses, hitting his hand against the arm of his chair. “Leave him alone!”

The UNSUB points the gun at Morgan, a silent threat. The two holding eye contact until Morgan bites his tongue and averts his eyes.

John turns his head back to Hotch. “Yes, you do, Aaron,” he croons. He trails the gun down Hotch’s naked chest. “They left you after Foyet,” he reminds Hotch. “They let Haley die.” He pushes the gun against one of the scars on Hotch’s chest. One left by Foyet. “Tell them, Aaron.” His temper is making itself known as he digs the gun’s tip into Hotch’s side until he grunts. “Tell them how you hate them!”

Hotch can’t manage to force any words out. He just weakly shakes his head, crying. He doesn’t understand what’s happening. It’s all too much. He’s cold and he doesn’t feel well and he doesn’t understand why no one’s helping.

“Tell them!” The UNSUB shouts. He draws back and hits Hotch across the face. He’s quick to move, aiming the gun back at the team when there’s a unanimous wave of outbursts.

Dave’s voice cuts clear the best. “Listen,” his voice wavers. His eyes are darting between Hotch and John. “Why are you doing this? You’re clearly upset. What---”

The UNSUB points the gun at Dave, deep voice burning in his chest as he grits out, “don’t.” He steps away from Hotch, attention diverted. “He needs to say. He needs to admit it or he’ll never get better!” His entire body shakes as he bites out that last word, making them jump back.

He shouts in fury, throwing his head back. “Fine,” he comes back down and looks down at them. “I’ll do it myself.”

Walking over to Hotch he carelessly rips a knife through the zip ties holding his bleeding wrist down. With a sharp pull that rips the IV from Hotch’s hand, Hotch let’s out a stifled shout. “Up,” he commands, pulling Hotch onto his feet with a rough arm looped under Hotch’s shoulder. They stand in front of the others for a moment. Hotch sways and leans into John, too weak to hold himself upright. John takes his time moving his gun down the line until he settles on Garcia and with a smile says, “come here.”

Garcia stands, looking to the others for some guidance. She’s choking back a sob when Morgan starts to thrash, hitting and making as much noise as possible. “No!” He cries, “no, baby girl. Come back here. Sit down! Don’t go to him! You stupid son of a bitch, if you hurt her I’ll kill you!”

The UNSUB it too delighted with his new plan to ever validate Morgan when a response. “Kill her,” John whispers, taking Hotch’s weak shaking hand into his own. He wraps Hotch’s long fingers around the hold, guiding it upright so Garcia’s at the end. “Go ahead, Aaron.”

Hotch can’t even hold his arms up. His body screams in agony as he stands and he wants to pull away but he can’t. He doesn’t know what to do.

Garcia sobs. “Oh please, sir.” She can’t even bother to wipe away the mascara running down her face. “I love you, Hotch. I’m your friend.”

Hotch’s knees give out from beneath him. John wraps his arm around Hotch’s hip and holds him upright. A single tear falls down Hotch’s cheek, as he wracks his mind for what to do. The obvious choice is to shoot Garcia. He thinks. Shooting Garcia… no, that’s wrong. He’d hurt and he doesn’t want to hurt Garcia. She’s never hurt a soul in her life.

With a shaky sigh, he knows what to do. He pulls in a breath and pushes with all his strength up onto his legs. Arching his back he throws John off and from there’s practiced ease. Two shots mid-center.

“Hotch!”

The world spins as he remains in place, his head blurring. His eyes have already rolled into the back of his head before his body hits the ground. Body pushed past its breaking point, the cocktail of messy drugs in his system, and hurting he starts to seize.

Garcia struggles to get them out of the chairs, torn between Hotch and the team. The team she needs fast access to. Besides while seizing she really shouldn’t touch Hotch to much. Pushing into the rescue position she has to leave him to get the others.

“Time,” Emily calls out to Reid.

“Fifty-four seconds. On average, most acute seizures stop at this point.”

But Hotch’s doesn’t.

The first thing that Dave does when he’s free is lift Hotch’s head from the floor and place it in his lap. Working his hands through Hotch’s cold-sweat soaked hair, he whispers to him in Italian. Soothing him through it. “That’s my boy,” he says, his own eyes tearing up as Hotch whimpers and cries. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

“One minute, thirty-seven seconds.”

Hotch’s seizure stops exactly thirteen seconds later.

Gently patting at his cheek, JJ leans over his shoulder and calls his name. Trying to rouse him. “Hotch,” she calls.

Emily leans down, roughly pushing at his cheek. “Get up, Hotch. You’re not quitting on us yet.”

Hotch groans, moving his head away from her hand. “Not,” he grumbles, opening two bloodshot eyes and shooting her the best scowl she can manage at the moment. He looks around at the other’s gathered around him. Each going through a different stage of working off their anxiety. Morgan is sitting back on his thighs, rubbing two hands down his face and Dave is mumbling a prayer to himself.

“Don’t hate you,” he croaks, softly.

JJ reaches down, soothing the tear that runs down his cheek. “We know,” she promises.

He turns his head into her palm. His body feels so heavy and he knows it’s the drugs. “ ‘s good.” But he’s struggling to fight his exhaustion.

JJ presses a kiss to the top of his head. “We love you too.”

Hotch feels his left hand being squeezed gentle before several other voices softly agree. His eyes move around the room until he spots Garcia. With a small grunt, he manages to move his head better to see her. “Sorry if I scared you,” he whispers, throat raw and body rapidly shutting down.

Garcia steps closer to him and he can feel her hand on his, squeezing. “Don’t be silly,” she says. “I have complete trust in you, sir.”

Hotch smirks. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer with Dave’s hand resuming its soothing trip through his hair and Emily and Garcia’s tight grips on his hand. He caves to the drugs and falls into the painless heat. Trusting that when he wakes up he’ll be home.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareua #derek morgan #spencer reid #emily prentiss #whumptowninwhumptober #hotch whump

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kervinredfire · 3 years

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My Other Fanfics in the Future

Well, I made announcements about my 2 Loonatics fanfics-related stories coming soon. So here are my other fanfics that I am making. But before I am going to show you my other fanfics, I like to share what most of them are like. Kervinverse related. If you checked my Tumblr header it's pretty obvious.

As you may wonder what is the Kervinverse is all about? The Kervinverse is like the multiverse but with all different kinds of Kervin. Inspired by Spiderman Into the Spiderverse all the versions of Kervin contained different personalities, stories, almost the same appearance, fighting styles, and special abilities. One of the most signature outfits is the black and red formal suit.

I already made a folder in toyhouse. However, most of it are unfinished and still ongoing.

https://toyhou.se/Kervin619/characters/folder:812137

People think that those stories a self-insert but it is actually not. Me and my other Kervins are the same but they are different the appearance, abilities, and personalities. An example is Denk Ops’s Chris Danger from the WWE games. And note that this is another long announcement for the other fanfics

So anyway, here are my Kervinverse stories that I would really like to share about Wattpad in the future. So are book covers later

KERVINVERSE STORIES (Including crossovers):

Grand Theft Auto Origins: Kervin Made Liberty – Set in the GTA HD Universe. Before Kervin (GTA Online) came to the place called San Andreas, he was just a very young boy who was born in the place called Liberty with his parents. His father Claude who became rich and retired to a life crime and his wife Misty who used to be a prostitute. It was normal and happy life for him and his parents. But when years passed when he is getting older, he slowly starts to realize what kind of broken world he is living in.

Now for those who played the HD Universe of the GTA Games you know every protagonist in the HD universe like Niko, Johnny, Luis, Michael Franklin, and Trevor. As much as they have different stories and perspectives but this story about GTA OC that he was living with full of offensiveness, disrespectfulness, brutal honesty, and others. An example in GTA IV a radio commercial of Babies Overnight that said that someone was not satisfied with the baby it can be disposed of. Although it would be interesting to have that backstory for my next OC for GTA. So, this story may contain a lot of murder and crimes on what led to him going to San Andreas. So, watch out. And for those who have not played GTA Online why his parents are both Claude and Misty is because it was part of the premium edition for free in Epic Games.

Def Jam X Kung Fu Panda: Book 1 Fight for A New Fight (maybe a working title) - After the events of Def Jam Vendetta, Fight For New York, and The Kung Fu Panda Trilogy including Legends of Awesomeness. Set during Paws of Destiny Season 2 in the Kung Fu Panda universe while in Def Jam 2 years later in the year 2005 after Crow's death (Fight for NY still takes place in 2003) Kervin (Def Jam Fight For NY) the new leader D-Mob's crew but also officially known as the Def Jam Crew after Blaze appointed him to take his place. Kervin has to manage every venue, club, and arenas in New York including places that Crow took over. But in Chinese New Year there was something strange that Kervin and his crew got transported to a different universe. Including former members, fighters, and circuit fighters.

Now, this fanfiction sounded really odd. As you may know why I am making crossover fanfic of Kung Fu Panda X Def Jam? Easy. The first one is because this is what would have been my PS2 games if I ever have a PS2. I was thinking of Mortal Kombat or Yakuza for Def Jam but Kung Fu Panda is the only thing I know when I was 7 years old. The second is because back in the days Hip Hop mixed with Kung Fu was very popular. Although Def jam may be a wrestling game martial arts stole my heart in Def Jam Fight For NY. I heard about things like the Wu-Tang Clan for example but the biggest problem for me is that I am not a true fan of Def Jam because I don’t know about hip hop artists. Just only the games so I will be focusing on their video game counterparts in their fictitious manner meaning pretending real-life characters with their real name are fictional characters. So, if there and fun facts in those real-life counterparts I may add them to it like easter eggs. The third is that there are Kung Fu Panda characters that did not get enough love and mostly art. So many recognizable characters like Po, Tigress, Tai Lung, and many more have become the most recognizable characters in the movies. But what about the tv shows like Legends of Awesomeness and Paws of Destiny? One of my favorite characters of Legends of Awesomeness is Peng, in short, he is the nephew of Tai Lung and he is such an interesting character that he deserves a lot more love. While for Paws of Destiny is Xiao because she is such a cute character, so is her personality and the best character to have hugs with. So, what I am trying to say is that I need to start off with the character that is unrecognizable then bring it recognizably. I may also add characters from shorts like student Mei Ling in the future book and it would be funny and to see rogue Mei Ling. 2 Mei Lings in one. Even Su and Master Snow Leopard because are both female leopards with the same appearance and outfit. I may also include some characters from the flash game Tales of Po and may possibly rewrite them in different stories because I love the character designs thanks to Blue Maxima’s FlashPoint. And the fourth and final part is that to make the Def jam games more recognizable. Def Jam in music is not absolutely enough but video games are. The Def Jam games did not bring a sequel after Fight For NY so I might as well make a sequel with interesting and experimental crossover fanfic just like The Loonatics Road.

The Red Fox (Kingdom Force Spinoff and maybe a working title) - The Kingdom Force has 5 members defending the 5 Kingdoms. Luka the wolf who leads in red, Jabari who runs in yellow, TJ who drills in green, Delilah who swings in orange, and Norvyn who strengthens in blue. Each of the 5 drives Kingdom Riders and turns them into Alpha Mech to fight against evil in the 5 Kingdoms. But even if they save the day multiple times the 5 Kingdoms are still filled with more crime and every antagonist came back doing other crimes and evil deeds because they were not arrested or eliminated. That's is when a red fox came along...

I have seen popular fandoms in cartoons that were supposed to aim at younger kids like Lion Guard, MLP, Paw Patrol, and even Bluey. But Kingdom Force is the cartoon that did get enough love. It's like Power Rangers and Voltron but with anthropomorphic animals like Zootopia. However, the stories and episodes in the show is very confusing and give me almost a lot of questions. But I do like the character designs in the show. My favorite hero is Luka who is a leader with and cute cuddly character personality and my favorite villain Envie Fernadez which she has a pretty hot design, name and voice and so is her personality. Reminds me of Sly Cooper but I have not played the game yet. But for the red fox also OC Kervin (Kindom Force) It’s still at work.

APB Reloaded X Zootopia: Anyone Can Be All You Can’t Be: - In Zootopia “Anyone Can Be Anything” But in San Paro “Be All You Can’t Be” Zootopia is a place where vicious predators and meek prey live in harmony. This means that people in Zootopia live together without the prey getting eaten by predators and predators not getting feared by the prey. They almost eat like us, they sleep like us, they speak like us, they walk like us, they run like us, they bathe like us (well almost), and most importantly they use technology like us. While San Paro maybe has a good look to sightsee but this city has a lot of crime. Robberies, bombings, thefts, drug dealing, murders and causalities, vandalism, and much more that we can think of. But that does not mean there is no justice in this world. When the Criminals like the Blood Roses and the G-Kings try to take over San Paro? The Enforcers Prentiss Tigers and Praetorians from come and save the day. What would happen when a human Enforcer meets a police fox and a police bunny? And how did it happen? Only one way to find out.

Now this one is also a Kervinverse crossover story. It focuses on Kervin (APB Reloaded) meeting Judy and Nick. I am trying to find a way on how will they meet each other. But the only thing ideas I know is that it can be a delivery gone wrong, an invention gone haywire or maybe a criminal stole something magical that is transported to a different universe. But I have a lot of strange things in the game like the Christmas events and Halloween events. I like to see any volunteers who play APB Reloaded. And for those Zootopia fans who have not played APB Reloaded you check it here. https://store.steampowered.com/app/113400/APB_Reloaded/

Well, that is it for the Kervinverse stories. Now it’s time for the other stories that I also planned in the future.

OTHER FANFICS:

Alza Flare (Road Rovers Fan Spinoff)- Alza is a black cat born in the place in New York City, USA. He was born inside a pet shop without cat parents since he was born. His parents' status is unknown. Although he did make friends with other cats and non-cats in the shop. But it was a short while until a human customer named Drayson Flare and adopted him as Alza Flare. Alza has been Drayson's pet for 3 years and they instantly became best friends but when during the time when they are about to go home from the park. A terrible accident happened.

A long time ago I watched Road Rovers on my phone just to try something nostalgic and the show is pretty good though although there are some parts that don’t use their powers all the time. One part that caught my eye is how brutal car accident in the episode “Dawn of The Groomer” which gave me an idea of my new anti-villain OC character named Alza Flare. Sadly, he does have an image of him yet. But I will tell you that I will give you an interesting revenge story for him.

The Best Surfer In The World (Surf’s Up Spinoff. Maybe a working a title and synopsis change) - After the events of Surf's Up and Surf's Up 2: Wavemania. There was once a wolf who lives in the place of Chicago Illinois. He quit his own career due to being a rejected member of Hang 5 for being too unstable and after beating J.C. in a tournament years ago and after his early retirement, he spends his normal life as an ice cream man in his own ice-cream motorcycle with one of his own freshest ingredients and swears to himself that he would never in the waters again. Until he met a young Toyger.

Surf’s Up is my first favorite mockumentaries since I was young. It’s like you are watching animals andromorphic animals absolutely existed in the world we live in. It had an interesting story and writing so are the interesting characters. But when I watched Surf’s Up Wavemania. Well, I honestly love the WWE Superstars and Diva came into the movie but the story did not actually surprise me a lot. Even if the movie has a lot of beautiful locations it still did not surprise me enough because it is more like an adventure than a tournament. That is why I am planning to start my fanfiction in a new different approach with a real story and a real rivalry. Starting with wolf inspired and based on CM Punk during the part when he won the WWE belt against Cena in Money in the Bank when I watched it since intermediate school with a little rename change so it won’t be obvious. And of course, my Toyger OC because he would be trained by his own surfing master. Also, I added a Slam City easter egg

Fire Pro Wrestling World Origins: Story of 2 Angels – There is no synopsis of them yet. But I will tell you they are brother and sister with the last name “Angel” The brother who is a pop artist while the sister who joined a motorcycle club. What they both have in common is they both can fight. Their stories about my 2 new Fire Pro OCs will be coming soon. But they are not part of the fighting roads.

Well, that is all for all the future stories with some summaries that I really want to share coming soon. Thanks for following including Wattpad

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