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"Can I have a seer of hope classpect from homestuck moodboard with Lollipops, jellipens, sanrio and unicorn plushies, gold and pastel pink and purple colors, clouds and angel wings? -anon requested
#seer of hope#homestuck#gel pen aesthetic#angel wing aesthetic#cloud aesthetic#sanrio aesthetic#unicorn plush aesthetic#lollipop aesthetic#anti harassment#proship#proship safe#request fill#proship edit blog#[assignment passed back... /requested finished]#proshippers please interact#moodboard#antis dni#hate will be blocked
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Unicorns paper tests!
#mine#origami#unicorn#pink#i used the materials I plan to use for my dragon but in a different color (here pink; my dragon will be green 😌)#that way I can see how it behaves when folding but I don't waste too much color#and also it's just fun to vary hehe#overall this paper has been a delight to fold with no matter what I do with it#i think I have decided to go with the dousing it in mixtion + gel pen method#(that's the one right facing unicorn)#of course this might get modified still lol but at least I know I can fold fine with it!#this ism't necessarily my most careful.folding or finest sculpting (sorry ladies 🦄)#since these were.for testing but still I might as well have fun#and I like my testing tradition of using unicorns#my favorite model to.fold definifely.was the right facing ome btw#i wasn't too sure abt the feet long mane but it looks really.cool#i like the more.purplish model.too (hoof fluff!)#but it was whatever to.fold#that might also have been the diagram like I said i love the collectiom the long maned one was in#the third ome was forgettable sjfjjfjf#i really.just needed a third unicorn#anyway model.attribution#right facing one: kyouhei katsuya#short legged one: oriol esteve#pegasus: do ba huy#(using the spelling on gilad's origami)#which is also.where you can find soirces for these if you wanna fold them! and reference pics etc#anyway enjoy :D
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So I'm officially on winter break now, semester 1 of second year at art school/ uni finished up Friday just gone- so now I have more time for my own art and illustration..
Here's a little something to get me in the mood to draw over the winter break..
A flaming half stallion and half unicorn I drew the other day 🐎🦄����
#unicorn#stallion#flames#fire#elemental#mythical beings#mythical creatures#traditional art#traditional illustration#pen and ink drawing#markers#coloured pencils#gel pen#posca pen#my artwork
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Unicorn Gel Pens
Smooth and smudge free Luxor unicorn gel pens come in assorted pastel colours. These are made from high-quality plastic body, offers comfort holding with elegant designs. Used for writing, artwork,projects, and creativity.
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🌸 Glitter Unicorn Gel Pens 🌸
#kawaii#kawaiicore#kawaii babe#kawaii fashion#pink#pinkcore#pastel#pastelcore#cute#cutecore#stationary#pens#pen
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Rollercoaster
Thank you to @starsarewithinme for the <100 words drabble request for Trystan, Carolina/Rollercoaster. It's a ton of silly fluff, but I hope you will enjoy it!
Book: Crimes of Passion (Post Book 2)
Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)
Words: Uhm. 1,400. (Only 1,300 more than 100! lol)
Rating: Teen
Category: Utter Fluff
Summary: Trystan offers Carolina a penny for her thoughts... then he wishes he could give them back.... just a little.
A/N: Participating in @choicesnovchallenge | Fireworks Night
There was much that Trystan Thorne admired about Carolina Rose. If asked to list the qualities and attributes he found most endearing, he would demand at least a week’s time to capture them all, knowing he’d still come up short when his time reached an end. Her natural beauty, incomparable sass, and sheer audacity were the first things to pique his interest. But, the more he came to know her, the more he knew her mind was the most fascinating thing about the woman who owned his heart.
She was brilliant... but not in a way that can be learned from books, but in a manner that is only earned through life experience. Sharp, intuitive, and quick-witted... she had a knack for knowing just what to do, just what to say, regardless of circumstances. Facing down a serial killer? Cutting a bigot down to size on the subway? Making him smile after a grueling day? Tending to an injured kitten outside her uncle’s bar? Carolina always sprung into action before he could even take stock of the situation, leaving him more awestruck each time.
It’s no wonder trying to read her mind had become one of his favorite pastimes, whether they were at work or at play. Sometimes, she’d catch him staring at her intently as she poured over the details of a case, stared out a window, or bopped around her apartment, dancing to music only she could hear. He’d often ask what she was thinking, and he could now guess with about fifty percent accuracy – something he was immensely proud of.
But recently, Carolina’s therapist all but ordered her to find little ways to reduce stress in her everyday life. And this time, it was Trystan who sprung into action. He ran to a corner gift shop, returning with a vast assortment of colorful gel pens, retro stickers, glitter glue, and notebooks festooned with images of unicorns, rainbows, and cartoon cats.
“What on earth is this for?” Carolina chuckled as Trystan scratched his head.
“I don’t know, exactly,” he admitted. “But how can anyone be stressed in the presence of glitter, unicorns, and adorable kittens? We’ll find a way to put it all to good use.”
And, of course, Carolina did. Popping in her earbuds, she’d pick the most insipid pop songs she could find, typically from Trystan’s playlists, and doodle whatever came to mind. Soon, the pink and lavender pages of the notebooks he gifted her were filled with Carolina Rose originals. Every time she did this, she was so happy and at ease that Trystan forgot about his mind-reading hobby. After all, seeing her so content warmed his heart. But some days, like today, he was curious.
Carolina’s smiles had been punctuated with delightful little giggles, but when he peeked over her shoulder to see what she was drawing, he couldn’t make sense of the abstract loops and swirls. She caught him staring at her over his latte and removed her earbuds with a smirk.
“Yes?” she asked playfully.
“Nothing,” she swore she saw him blush. “I’m just....”
“Just what?”
“I’m wondering what you’re thinking of. You seem so happy this morning.”
“I am,” she grinned, shutting her notebook. “I’ve been doodling all the things I want to do with you.”
“Oh... really,” he smiled lasciviously with a raised brow.
Carolina tossed her head back in laughter. “Keep it in your pants, Thorne. These thoughts are as PG-13 as the Hello Kitty notebooks you gave me.”
Trystan sheepishly pushed a shiny silver quarter across the table, then placed it in Carolina’s hand.
“What is the saying? A penny for your thoughts? This should buy me at least twenty-five of yours. Now I must know... what is it you wish to do with me,” he grinned.
Carolina jumped onto his lap, eagerly pointing to the various drawings. She pointed to a pair of ice skates, telling him they’d be going to Rockefeller Center, Wollman Rink, and Bryant Park very soon. Then she tapped on a sketch of a picnic basket she planned to fill with treats to share. Some waves along a beautiful shore, with a blanket made for two, were just how she imagined their trips to the beach next summer would be. Then, her excitement doubled.
“And this! This is the best of all!”
“What is it?” he asked.
“The Cyclone. At Coney Island... have you ever been?”
“Uhm... I can’t say that I have.”
Carolina clapped her hands with delight, a squeal befitting a thirteen-year-old escaping her. “Good!” she beamed. “Then I get to take you on your first ride! I found myself a Cyclone virgin!”
“A Cyclone... virgin? What exactly do you plan to do with me? Offer me as a sacrifice?”
“Trystan,” she reprimanded. “Given our history, can we refrain from talking about sacrifices?”
“Duly noted,” he smiled. “But what about the Cyclone?”
“I told you! We’re riding it! I figured we could do that as soon as Luna Park opens in April. Then, we can head over to Jersey and go to Six Flags. We’ll start with El Toro and then move on to Nitro and Kingda Ka. The following weekend, we have to go to Hershey Park! Their coasters aren’t as scary, but they have so many! And I don’t care what anyone says, Storm Runner is still enough to scare the crap out of you! We’re going to have....”
She came down from her reverie long enough to notice the pale expression spreading on her boyfriend’s face.
“Trystan? Is everything all right?”
“Yes. Sure. Fine.... it’s only November.”
“And?” she asked, perplexed.
“That gives me four, five months to prepare. Are their classes?”
“Classes?” She giggled. “For riding rollercoasters?”
“No... classes to get over my fear of riding rollercoasters.”
“Trystan Thorne! You’re not telling me that you, the former prince of Drakovia, are afraid of... rollercoasters.”
“It’s a little detail we hid from the public eye. It would have brought great shame to the family. However, I assure you, I am not afraid. The more appropriate word would be horrified. I am absolutely horrified by rollercoasters. So, needless to say, I have to end up with a girlfriend with a rollercoaster fetish.”
“I wouldn’t call it a fetish,” she laughed. “But I do love me a good coaster.”
“Right... so, are their classes?”
Carolina looped her arms around his neck. “Trystan, I’m teasing you. But if you’re really frightened by them, I’m certainly not going to force you to go on with me.”
“But if it’s something you’re looking forward to, I want to do it with you.”
She placed a quick peck on his cheek. “And that means so much to me, but it’s OK. We can double date with Luke and Ruby. She loves a good coaster as much as I do, but Luke, not so much. So we can be all badass and you guys can hold our purses or something.”
“Great,” Trystan sighed. “I’d like to at least try. Don’t they have kiddie coasters I can start with?”
“Sure, but we probably surpass the height limits. They are kiddie coasters, after all.”
“Damn!” he spat.
“It’s really all right, babe. There are plenty of fun things we can do at amusement parks without putting you on a rollercoaster.”
“Are you sure?”
“Very!”
“So, tell me about these fun things,” he asked, wagging his brows.
“Well, there is the merry-go-round.... the bumper cars....”
“Oh, I excel at bumper cars. You are going down, Detective Rose!”
“HA! I learned to drive on the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, baby... we’ll see about that!”
A big smile spread on her face as she pointed to a page virtually covered in an explosion of glitter.
“And, of course, there is this. The fireworks at the end of the night. We’ll watch together with a delicious treat in hand. It can be popcorn, cotton candy, ice cream.... what do you think you’ll want?”
“If I’m snuggled up with you? Then I’ll already have my delicious treat.”
“Aww, you’re the best, Trystan,” Carolina teased. “Even if you are a rollercoaster wuss.”
“I’m sorry, Carolina, but no one is perfect. Not even me.”
“Nope,” she said with a bop to his nose. “But you come damn close.”
Carolina was surprised to see him take out his phone; his attention shifted away from her.
“Hey, what are you doing? “
“I’m looking into books on how to overcome silly fears. I’m getting on those coasters with you, Carolina. After all... you deserve perfection.”
@choicesficwriterscreations - Tags on reblog.
#choices fanfic#playchoices#choices stories you play#crimes of passion#trystan thorne#trystan thorne x f!mc#trystan x carolina#crimes of passion choices#playchoices fanfic#rollercoasters
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who’s excited for marius to have a terrible, terrible time! you are, surely! thank you to @moosefries for beta reading the fic, and @transbot-brian for the original idea! I hope you enjoy what I’ve done with it! as always, this marius angst fic can be read here on ao3, or below the cut of his very post! if you enjoy it, I would love to hear your thoughts!
“So, how are you feeling?” Marius asked, pulling out his notebook and pen. He liked having the notebook, it made him feel professional and important.
The man fidgeted uncomfortably, digging his nails into his leg.
“Bad. Really bad,”
Marius put on his Sympathetic Face, and started scribbling something in his notebook.
“And why do you think you feel this way?”
“It hurts, it hurts, and it makes me do things I don’t want to do,”
Marius looked up from his careful drawing of a flower. The man was rocking himself gently, and beginning to cry.
“What is ‘it’?” Marius asked with interest.
“Who are you, anyway? And why are you asking these questions? Go away,” The man’s voice cracked with emotion as he spoke.
“What is ‘it’?” Marius asked again.
“Go away, go away, go away,” he repeated like a mantra to ward off Marius, clutching his head with both hands.
Marius stood from his plastic chair and reached out to touch his hand comfortingly, but the man stood with a sudden surge of energy and with a scream of animalistic fury he pounced on Marius, shoving him prone on the dirt. Marius yelped in surprise and instinctively held up his arms to protect himself as the man raked his fingernails across Marius’ arm and sank his teeth deep into the flesh of Marius’ left shoulder, drawing dark blood almost immediately as Marius cried out in pain. Marius punched him with his metal arm and he reeled back, preparing to strike again, when his head abruptly exploded, showering Marius with gore.
Wiping his eyes blearily, he looked up to see Jonny casually holstering his gun.
“It was just getting interesting!” Marius whined. Jonny rolled his eyes.
“What were you even doing, anyway?”
“Getting friendly with the locals!”
Jonny surveyed the mutilated corpse, and Marius, soaked in blood.
“…Right. Well, we’re done here, time to leave,”
“What, already? Can’t I talk to someone else?”
Jonny glanced over his shoulder.
“Good luck with that.”
Marius followed his gaze, and saw the village ablaze.
“I see,”
Jonny offered him his hand, which Marius took, pulling himself up. Marius tucked his notebook into a coat pocket and dejectedly trudged after Jonny.
“You know, no-one’s going to take you seriously if you use that pen.”
Marius uncurled his metal fingers and looked down at his pink unicorn gel pen. At some point it had smashed, and he let the shattered fragments of plastic fall through his fingers and into the dirt.
“Oh,” Marius said quietly.
***
Back on the Aurora, Marius rolled up his sleeve and gingerly poked the bite mark. It had stopped bleeding and seemed to be healing alright, if a little slowly. Marius sighed, running a hand through his blood-soaked hair. He needed a shower, but his shoulder throbbed slightly with pain, and his eyelids were heavy. Maybe just a quick nap first. He removed his monoggle, kicked off his boots and undid his belts, then crawled under the covers of his bed, drifting quickly into unconsciousness.
***
When Marius wakes up, it is dark, and it is quiet, and something feels… off. The silence is not calm or comforting, it is tense, and apprehensive.
Something shifts in the blackness. He stifles a whine of fear and tries to stay very still, hoping whatever it is, it hasn’t noticed him yet. In the far corner of his room, a long, thin shape detaches from the darkness and slithers towards him, a hundred legs moving and skittering across the ceiling. As it approaches, it becomes more distinct. It is segmented and chitinous, nearly twice as long as he is tall, and as thick as his head.
Marius tries to keep his breathing even as it curls its head off the ceiling and lowers towards him, mouthparts clicking ominously. He whines in fear as a feeler brushes lightly against his face, and as though he has grazed a tripwire, it lunges for him with terrifying speed, its jaws clamping around his shoulder with vicious force.
***
Marius cried out as he awoke, his legs shaking as he climbed out of bed. He could see the room clearly; he hadn’t thought to turn off the light when he went to bed. No monsters, insectoid or otherwise. He sat down heavily on the end of his bed. There had been a stabbing pain in his shoulder since he woke up, and he pulled his sweat-soaked sleeve up. There was no new injury, of course, only the bite of the man from earlier, but it had swollen and was tinged slightly with green. He probably should have disinfected it. He rummaged through the loose pills in his coat pockets and pulled one out. He squinted at it. It was probably a painkiller. He put it in his mouth for safekeeping and wandered to the kitchen. His hands shook as he poured out a glass of water, and downed the drink and pill in one go.
“I thought I heard someone sneaking around,” Ashes said from behind him and he flinched, nearly dropping the glass. He set it down by the sink and turned to see Ashes, who was leaning in the doorframe with an inquisitive smile.
“Marius, you’re covered in blood. You can’t go to bed like that. Have a shower,”
Marius shrugged vaguely, avoiding eye contact. Ashes waited for a few moments, then, apparently realising Marius didn’t have any intention to move, gently took him by the arm and tugged him behind them as they led him to the bathroom in their room. Marius walked resignedly to the shower.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off first?”
That had not occurred to Marius.
“I won’t look,” they reassured him quickly, turning their back on him to prove their point.
Marius sighed slightly and took off his bloodstained clothes and stepped into the shower, turning it on. He stood under the spray for several long minutes, zoned out and watching the red-tinged water swirling down the drain. The water was warm and comforting, and though the bright bathroom light hurt his eyes, he felt safer.
Though he felt too exhausted to do anything, eventually he picked up the soap. He knew he would feel better if he was clean. Slowly, lethargically, he worked the shampoo into his hair, carefully untangling his bloody, matted hair, and gently scraping the dried gore from his skin.
He turned off the water and stepped out, immediately feeling the chill on his skin. He dried himself off and the towel came away tinged red. He noticed Ashes had taken his dirty clothes and left him a pair of his own pyjama trousers and a t-shirt that was presumably theirs. He dressed quickly. The t-shirt was huge on him, nearly reaching his knees, and the text on the front read ARSON IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER. He breathed a small laugh and walked through the door connecting the bathroom onto Ashes’ bedroom. They were sitting in their bed, looking at him, presumably having been waiting for him. Marius felt slightly guilty for taking so long.
“It’s late, you should sleep,” Ashes said.
Marius shook his head.
“Why not?”
Marius shrugged, staring at his hands and biting his lip.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
Marius nodded slowly.
“Do you… do you want to sleep in my bed?”
Marius looked up, briefly making eye contact with Ashes. Their look was one of concern, and the offer seemed genuine. Marius nodded, and Ashes patted the bed next to them. Marius slipped under he covers with them and allowed Ashes to pull him towards them, hugging him from behind. They fell asleep quickly, but despite how much safer Marius felt with Ashes, he couldn’t stop staring into the foreboding darkness, unable to shake the feeling that something was looking back.
***
When Marius woke up, something felt out of place. The world was slightly fuzzy around the edges, and it had taken on a sort of dreamlike quality. Was he dreaming? He didn’t think so. Though he had washed, he still felt distinctly unclean.
Ashes had him in a tight, suffocating grip, and he squirmed out of their hold. They were still asleep. Marius wandered back to his own room, and it occurred to him that his shoulder wasn’t hurting. The painkiller should have worn off by now. Probably it had healed, like usual. Maybe… maybe he’d check though, just in case. He pulled up his sleeve.
He thought it might have faded a little more, but it was still there, and still slightly green. The swelling and gone down, though, and when he gently poked it, he felt… nothing. He frowned, and prodded it harder. Nothing. He pinched the skin next to the wound so hard it bled slightly, but he still couldn’t feel anything. It, and the skin around, was completely numb.
He took deep breaths to choke down the rising panic. The wound was infected, and it had been well over twelve hours but it hadn’t improved, when it should have healed in a matter of minutes. Okay. So the logical solution here was to cut out the infected part his mechanism was struggling to deal with, and let his mechanism handle regrowing his flesh. Easy.
He walked to his doctor’s surgery. It was covered in a thin layer of dust - when was the last time he had used it? No matter. He lay on the table, pulled up his sleeve, and picked up a heavy meat cleaver. He ran the tip along his skin gently, feeling for the numb sections. He choked down a whimper as he realised he would have to cut off his entire left arm to remove the infected region.
He lined up the blade carefully.
-he screamed as he lay in the dirt, alone-
He breathed a deep, steadying breath.
-Byron cried out in horror at his missing arm, gone forever-
Marius raised the blade.
-he was alone, and afraid, and without his mecha, in a war-zone-
He let the blade fall, swinging it down.
-Byron crawled desperately, one armed and bleeding out, maybe if he could just reach KISMET it would be alright-
The blade clanged uselessly against the metal of the table, leaving him unharmed, and Marius dropped the blade and rolled off the table and onto his feet. He curled up on the floor and quietly cried. He couldn’t do it, he- he wouldn’t do it.
He breathed shakily. That was fine. His mechanism would handle it. It was fine. He stood up and rinsed the blood off the shallow cuts the sharp blade had left. They had healed almost instantly, and there was no trace they had ever been there. He noticed with a stab of guilt that a few spots of blood had got on Ashes’ t-shirt. He should probably give it back.
He wandered vaguely back towards Ashes’ room.
Something large flicked past him in the corner of his vision, and Marius thought he caught a glimpse of iridescent insect shell. He grabbed it in his metal hand and crushed it, with a squelching crunch. Just a normal octokitten. Dead. No shell, just a bloody mass of bone fragments and oozing flesh.
He dropped it in horror. Why… why did he do that? He hurried away.
“Marius! Good morning! I was wondering where you went,” Ashes said.
“Hey,” Marius said awkwardly, trying to muster up some of his usual cheerful energy, and failing. “I, uh- I came to give your shirt back.”
“Nah, keep it. It looks cute on you,”
Marius didn’t know what they meant - it didn’t fit at all, and he thought it wasn’t particularly flattering, but, well. He wasn’t going to argue.
“Are you alright?” Ashes asked.
Marius shrugged noncommittally and mumbled something unintelligible. His skin prickled with discomfort slightly. He didn’t think he wanted to be here anymore. His head ached and he couldn’t think straight, he didn’t want to talk, or answer difficult questions.
He walked out and wandered down the corridors of the Aurora, not sure where he was going, taking random turns and not paying attention to where his steps were taking him. He was probably going to get lost. Maybe he wanted to get lost.
Rounding a corner, he came face to face with Jonny.
“You’re so stupid,” Jonny said, but the words didn’t quite line up with his lips. “You’re so stupid and useless. What is the point of you?”
Marius backed away, trying not to show his fear, and failing. Jonny looked at him with what might’ve been concern, as he came closer.
“You’re so fucking stupid,” he said, voice full of disgust. His lips were out of sync with the words, and Marius didn’t know what this was but he knew something was very, very wrong, and he bolted. Jonny didn’t try to follow.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,
It felt like it was coming from everywhere, echoes getting louder and louder with each repetition. Marius ran faster,
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID, STUPID,
Marius stumbled to a stop and clamped his hands over his ears, curling up in a ball on the ground.
Jonny touched his shoulder lightly.
“Marius?” he said, voice concerned and confused. The chanting stopped as abruptly as it had started. Marius lowered his hands cautiously.
“Marius, are you okay?”
“‘m fine,” he said unconvincingly, standing up and forcing a smile.
“Marius, what’s going on?”
Hurt him, a voice in the back of his head said. Hurt him so he won’t bother you anymore. Marius wasn’t sure he wanted to do that, and he backed away.
“Why are you acting so weird?” Jonny asked, backing Marius into the wall.
“Leave me alone,” Marius half-whispered.
“Marius-“
Marius punched him with his metal arm, and Jonny let out a shout of surprise. Marius wanted to stop there, wanted to run, but as though driven forward by some unseen force, he walked to where Jonny had been knocked to the ground, and punched him. Again and again his fist rained down on him, bones audibly breaking beneath every blow. When he finally pulled back, Jonny was a bloodied mess, and dead. He hadn’t meant to do that. Marius ran.
Once he felt far enough away he could pretend it wasn’t his problem, Marius slowed to a walk. What was going on? He looked at the black and silver metal of his hand, still soaked with quivering blood and gore. He supposed hurting people was what they did.
As he walked, the shadows seemed to become starker. From every crack and crevice, black, shifting liquid dripped, and the dark edges where wall met floor gently oozed their darkness across the floor.
Marius tried to go back, but all along the corridor in both directions, the blackness streaked down the walls and pooled on the floor.
That was… definitely bad. Marius tried to walk faster but his feet skidded out from under him and suddenly he was lying on the floor, at eye level with the shifting darkness, that he saw now was not liquid, had never been liquid, and he desperately stumbled to his feet to get away from the slithering, skittering horde of thousands upon thousands of tiny black insects, crawling over every surface. They swarmed towards him and began to crawl up his legs and Marius ran, but there were more and more until he was wading through the thick carpet of insects that were up to his calves, his waist, his torso, and then they were swarming onto his face and his scream was muffled through the insects that filled his mouth as soon as he opened it, and as he choked his vision slowly went dark.
***
Marius woke up lying on the floor in the middle of the corridor, which was as clean and empty as it had ever been. Had he passed out? He touched the back of his fingers to his forehead. Warm, but not enough to conclusively say whether he had a fever.
A murmuring approached and Marius scrambled backwards as something that wore Tim’s coat and carried Tim’s gun rounded the corner. It was not Tim. It looked, in many aspects, like Tim, but its face was like it had been carefully wiped clean, with only the slightest dark indents where its eyes should have been, no nose, and no mouth. The murmuring of soft, indistinct, overlapping voices seemed to come from the air around it, the sound increasing in volume as it approached.
Marius’ breathing was laboured as he stumbled to his feet. There was a slight shift in the tone of the whispers and suddenly dozens of voices whispered Marius over and over, blurring together into a wall of sound, and then Marius was running again and the thing that was not Tim reached out a hand that seemed far too large and heavy for the body that housed it as it staggered after him, as though drunk.
“Marius, you’re sick,” a distorted voice said, as though they were speaking through several feet of water. Ashes reached for him, their skin melting from their bones. The hand that gripped his shoulder was skeletal and dripped a thick, fleshy liquid and Marius flinched back and tried to run again, but then he screamed in agony as bullets began to slam into his body, the thing that was not Tim aiming its rifle carefully, and then a bullet tore through his brain and then there was nothing.
***
Marius drifted through the void, his body no more corporeal than smoke. He floated apathetically as his mind seemed to unspool and reform, elaborate, intricate shapes collapsing into a knotted mess. The blackness shifted around him, as though the pitch was something alive, the fabric of space stretching and twisting as it breathed, a pulsing heartbeat releasing gentle shockwaves from his chest.
There was something wrong here. Gossamer strands tangled with the fabric of his being, and spores drifted on the breeze. As he began to awake, the fragile space folded up within him, the abyss as much a part of him as his own body.
***
Marius awoke on the floor. It was dark, and he was alone. The metal floor was cold beneath him, and he could feel the dried blood pulling on his skin as he moved. His joints ached; how long had he been lying there? He stood with a grunt of effort to investigate his surroundings. He was in a smallish rectangular room, a few metres in each direction, or he thought so, anyway. The lines seemed to twist and blur as he looked at them, and his head throbbed painfully.
There was a soft click and a door he could’ve sworn wasn’t there before opened. Marius cringed away but there was nowhere to run as a creature with too many teeth and and mouths in places they shouldn’t be clicked its many jaws together menacingly, as though expectant. Marius tried to punch it but it dodged easily. It grabbed him and dragged him through the doorway.
There were so many colours and lights twisting and shifting and Marius’ head spun as he tried to remember which way was down and which way was away from the thing that still gripped his flesh arm in a vice-like hold, then it was lifting him off the ground and his back slammed onto a metal examination table.
Marius screamed and thrashed as he was pinned down, his wrists and ankles strapped in place, and ripped his metal hand free as though tearing tissue paper. It was no use though, as a shadowy, many-limbed creature that smiled hungrily at him and stared with a wide-eyed unblinking gaze clambered on top of him and held down his hand with an iron grip, and wrapped its hand around his jaw so Marius couldn’t move his head at all. His cries of fear were muffled by its long, powerful fingers, and Marius squeezed his eyes tightly shut, whimpering into the creature’s hand. It held him there for a very long time.
Eventually, he was allowed to move again, and the creature dragged him back to the room, and Marius whined in fear as a lock clicked shut and he was left alone in the dark once more.
***
“Did you get what you wanted from the scan?” Brian asked. He was slumped against the wall, exhausted.
“Oh, yes!” Raphaella chirped. “It’s so interesting! I think I’ll probably need a blood sample to be sure of what we’re working with though.”
Brian groaned in frustration burying his face in his hands.
“I don’t want to help you restrain him again,” Brian said. “I won’t do it. I won’t.” Brian dropped his hands and glared at her. “Did you see the way he looked at me? He was terrified, Raphaella, he looked at me like he thought I was going to hurt him. No. I won’t help you.”
“Aww, did someone flip your switch?” she asked condescendingly, as though talking to a child.
Brian shoved her away harshly when she tried to check, but not before she noticed with some surprise that he was still assuredly in ends-justify-means.
“Stop bickering, what does the scan show?” Ashes said, tapping their foot impatiently.
“The results look consistent with a fungal parasite affecting the brain, though I cannot identify the species,” Ivy said thoughtfully.
“Yes! It’s fascinating! We should study its effects on him!” Raphaella’s wings fluttered slightly in excitement.
“How do we make him better?” Ashes asked.
“I’ll make him better eventually, we might as well have some fun first though!”
“How. Do we make him. Better?” Ashes growled, shoving her against the wall by the throat.
“I- will tell you- if you let me go-“ she rasped, struggling to breathe.
Ashes let her go and her knees buckled slightly, leaving her leaning against the wall.
“I don’t know.” she admitted quietly.
“What the hell do you mean, you don’t know?”
“We don’t get sick! Our mechanisms are supposed to handle it, this isn’t supposed to happen, this is never supposed to happen! We don’t know what this is, or how it’s powerful enough to resist destruction! There’s a lot we can try, but I have no idea what will work. Our advantage is our immortality - so we can just cut away or even incinerate the areas of highest concentration without worrying about damage to Marius, but that won’t get all of it. Maybe his mechanism will deal with the remaining lower concentration areas, but maybe it won’t! It didn’t the first time, why should it now? What else are are we supposed to do? Inject him with huge volumes of anti-fungal medicine and hope his mechanism doesn’t destroy that before it even reaches the fungus? Burn his entire body until all that’s left of him is his arm, and pray he grows back correctly? I don’t know, Ashes! I don’t know what to do!”
Raphaella stopped shouting and breathed shakily.
“What if we go too far? What if he dies for real?” She let herself slide down the wall until she was sitting on the floor at Ashes’ feet.
“I don’t know what to do,” she said again, a damp sheen forming on her eyes.
“I heard you could treat fungal infections with a course of anti-fungal medication,” Brian said reasonably.
“With this level of fungus? Good fucking luck,”
“Then we cut away the most infected regions first, then give him anti-fungal medicine. And if that doesn’t work, we can try more… aggressive methods.”
Raphaella exhaled heavily.
“Okay,” she said, pushing herself up to standing. “Okay. Are you going to help?”
“Yes, I will assist in whatever will directly result in Marius getting better.” Brian replied.
“Good.”
***
Again came the click that heralded the return of the creatures. Marius scrambled back into a corner, trying to get as far away as he could, but there was nowhere to run as they entered. Dozens of disembodied hands pinned him against the wall and he screamed as a being made of spikes inserted a long, thin finger into his flesh arm. He felt a spreading coldness as it drew back. He struggled weakly as the coldness spread through him and his vision gradually grew dark.
***
Ashes cradled Marius’ limp body gently as they carried him to Raphaella’s vivisection table.
“Could we not have sedated him the first time?” Brian asked irritably.
“I uh, didn’t think of that,” Raphaella admitted. “His mechanism will probably destroy the sedative soon anyway, it won’t last long.”
Ashes laid him down on the table carefully.
“How are you going to do this?”
“Well, I’m no professional, so like this!” Raphaella said cheerily.
“What?” Brian said. “Hey, wait, WHAT THE-“
Thud.
Raphaella’s axe neatly severed the top of Marius’ head from his body with a wet crunch, and she threw it in the bin. Blood spurted everywhere like a bad horror film, and she was quickly soaked up to the elbows.
She looked up to see Ashes and Brian clutching each other’s shirts in shock. They let go quickly when she noticed. She smiled encouragingly at them and scooped out the rest of his brain with her hand, cutting it away from the base of his skull with a butcher’s knife.
“Hold his sleeve out of the way,” she told Ashes.
With some trepidation, they did so, revealing the green, festering wound. Raphaella carefully lined up the axe, then swung.
Thud.
Marius’ left arm fell to the ground, twitching slightly. Setting the axe aside, she drew some powerful anti-fungal medicine from a vial into a syringe, then carefully injected it into his remaining arm.
“And now, you wait,” she said. “It’ll probably be a while before he’s healed enough to wake up. I’m going to play with chemicals.” With that, she walked out, taking the arm with her.
Ashes and Brian watched her leave.
“You should get some rest,” Ashes said. “I’ll stay here.”
Brian considered disagreeing, but Ashes’ tone brooked no argument.
“Thank you,” he said, and left.
Ashes settled into a chair, and waited.
***
Marius woke up in Ashes’ bed. He knew it by smell, he hadn’t dared open his eyes yet. He curled up slightly, burying himself under the covers even more, and exhaled slowly. His head felt clearer than it had in a while.
He dared to experimentally crack an eye open. As he had thought, he was in Ashes’ bedroom. The world around him seemed sharp and defined, far from the swirling colours he had been growing accustomed to.
“Marius!” Ashes said, entering the room. “You’re awake! How do you feel? Better? Are you okay now? Is it over?”
Marius swallowed uncomfortably. He felt better, yes. He did not feel okay, not at all. Was it over? He hoped so. He really, really hoped so. He looked at Ashes, hoping his eyes would convey what his words could not.
They reached for him, and he flinched away. Their hand froze mid-air, and after a moment they withdrew, a look of hurt on their face. Marius felt a pang of guilt and grabbed their hand, gently tugging it. Ashes looked at him questioningly, then, seeming to understand, slid under the covers with him.
He rested his head on their chest, and Ashes wrapped their arms around him. For now, they were together, and they were safe.
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hi Donnie, just got my nails done but they told me that the nail polish I picked wouldn’t work with the design I asked for??? So I took matters into my own hands with a white gel pen :) and a slightly steady hand
(Sorry for the bad lighting, and don’t mind my unicorn and pegasus covers :D) the good thing is that my nails are like a dry erase board with the gel pen so I can change the design daily :)
-Ender
Those are cute... I've never really thought of using a gel pen- Hopefully it sticks
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—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS
Got tagged by @fl0pera. Thanks dearie!
Alfred "Alfie" (or Al if you're Wolfie or me) Dubois
ANIMAL: Cat
COLORS: pink and purple
MONTH: January
SONGS: "Burning" by Lewis Capaldi
NUMBER: 1
PLANTS: Sunflowers
SMELLS: Flowers (except roses)
GEMSTONE: Pink Quartz
TIME OF DAY: 3am
SEASON: Spring
PLACES: A greenhouse
FOOD: Chocolate mousse
DRINKS: Vodka
ELEMENT: Earth
ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: Capricorn
SEASONINGS: Cayenne pepper
SKY: Starry
WEATHER: Rainy
MAGICAL POWER: Potion making
WEAPONS: None
SOCIAL MEDIA: Simstagram
MAKEUP PRODUCT: ALL OF THEM!
CANDY: Tic Tac
METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: Train
ART STYLE: Surrealism
FEAR: Anything wedding-related
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Unicorn
PIECE OF STATIONARY: Glitter gel pen
THREE EMOJIS: 🩷🌻🌟
CELESTIAL BODY: The Moon
I tag (if you wanna): @igotsnothing @ezra-trait @adelarsims @void-imp @theosconfessions @mattodore @pralinesims and whoever else wanna do this.
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i almost bought at the dollar store this little three ring binder with a cute unicorn and some college ruled paper and gel pens. i ended up deciding against it bc i didnt want to overspend and figured i probably wouldn't end up using it. i had the briefest like delusional flash of myself being someone who writes fiction on paper and then transcribes it to a word document later. i know full well i would never subject myself to such effort.
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HOLIDAY FLASHBACK
Urban Decay All Nighter Waterproof Longwear Liquid Foundation in 0.5 & 1.5
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Anastasia Beverly Hills Clear Brow Gel
Lorac Behind The Scenes Eye Primer
Urban Decay 24/7 Glide-On Eye Pencil in Demolition
Lorac Mega Pro Palette 4 (Mocha, Mahogany, Unicorn, & Lotus)
Urban Decay Naked Basics (Naked 2 & W.O.S.)
Nyx Jumbo Eye Pencil in 604 Milk
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KVD Beauty Alchemist Holographic Palette (Amethyst)
Lit Clearly Liquid Glitter Base
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What if I made a story about a little 14 year old detective boy who wears an edgy trench coat and all black turtlenecks and jeans and dress shoes, and has a bunch of little business cards he hands out to any clients and who wears black shades. He's also trans.
And he has a detective partner who's a little 14 year old detective girl who wears a fuzzy, sparkly purple sweater, a white blouse, and a pink skirt with pink boots, and has a notebook with unicorn and cat stickers and an array of gel pens and she uses them to take notes and she wears pink shades. She's also trans.
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|| Minho & Min-Ji ||
He had only intended to bring his own copy of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ and a few packagings of strawberry-shaped gummy treats he’d preferred to snack on lately, but still somehow Minho found himself hauling multiple shopping bags stuffed full of just made purchases along the way, all unintended but absolutely irresistible once the stores he got them at were spotted. Assorted variety of fresh donuts were what he was excited for the most - maple glaze sprinkled with sea salt, chocolate with almonds and coconut, sprinkles and peanut butter, marionberry and chocolate drizzle and many other flavor combos more. Then venti cups of caramel apple spice from Starbucks for each to sip on with the donuts. Also, dragon fruit and papaya bubble tea for later. And as if that was not enough, he’d also picked up knickknacks his dear fae friend might like, or rather what Minho thought she might like - Pandora’s baby Yoda bracelet charm, a Chanel’s multicolored fabric backpack that reminded him of Min-Ji as soon as he’d seen it on the shelf, a set of unicorn themed makeup brushes and two pairs of matching heart-shaped pale mint reading glasses, no actual prescription for them because neither really needed it, only a demand to look fashionably cute for the book club they were both participating in. Of course, he’d also grabbed a handful of bookmarkers, colorful sticky notes to jot down thoughts on them while reading and a set of glittery gel pens to make the experience even more fun.
It was why Minho was always fashionably late everywhere he went to - he could simply not stop himself from preparing bribery to buy friendship and affection with, even when it was not needed or the last thing he should do. Crippling insecurity compelled him to always have a shiny, interesting offering in his bag, just in case everything else failed. He could not stand being disliked, it was the worst thing ever and had to be avoided at all costs. So even though he could rest assured with Min-Ji because their friendship was already well-established, he nevertheless continued with his old habits, albeit with much less pressure to impress and with more incentive to just make the other happy.
Dropped off where his friend lived in Descray, never driving the fancy cars he owned because he’d never actually bothered to learn how, Minho juggled the bags he carried to pull his phone out and announce himself to Min-Ji first, before he came knocking on her door. As soon as he heard the subtle change of the tense sound coming from the phone’s speaker which signaled that the person on the other end of the line had accepted the call, he shot out a greeting in a sing-song tone very complimentary to the language they both spoke well. “Hellooooooo, I have arrived and I am walking up to your apartment building. Come out to help me, my hands are full. I’m afraid I’ll drop our drinks.” He sobbed, but then his cries for help were interrupted by a gasp of delighted surprise. “Oh, oh! There is a squirrel climbing one of the trees down the street. So cuuuute! Come out quick to see!”
@min-ji-min
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🌸 Glitter Unicorn Gel Pens 🌸
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Thank you @birbfeedersart, this was very fun! Tagging @lessnoiseandmoregreen 💚 and my dearest @sofairycakes💜
This or that
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises (I always used to think I loved sunsets, but then after getting up at 5am for the past two weeks, I’ve realised sunrises are another level entirely.) // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror (Both subvert cultural norms in different ways and require suspense of disbelief, but I gotta put horror above sci-fi just because I don’t always have the energy to think that hard about it)// pen or pencil (I love to sketch, but pens are just so much easier)// pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones (Okay, now listen, I chose my tumblr url over a decade ago-) // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future //
This or that - fantasy edition
spell or curse ∙ abandoned mansion or haunted cemetery ∙ vampire slayer or ghost hunter ∙ phoenix or griffin ∙ wrist bite or neck bite ∙ fairy godmother or evil stepmother ∙ herbs or potion (..What are you making your potion out of if not herbs? Oh wait, alchemy.)∙ ghost or wraith ∙ dragon scales or werewolf claws ∙ druid or mage ∙ elf or hobbit (ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY--) ∙ divination or necromancy ∙ wand magic or hand magic ∙ centaur or unicorn ∙ dark fairytale or disney-style fairytale ∙ sword or bow & arrow ∙ siren or water nymph ∙ garlic or silver ∙ talking animal or walking tree (You really just boiled down the whole Tolkien and C.S. Lewis beef into its simplest form) ∙ demon trap or crossroads pact ∙ enchanted fairy forest or mermaid lagoon
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🥰💞 @missathesiren tagged me in this choices game (she is awesome so if you don’t follow her, then what are you even doing with your life 🤦🏼♀️)
hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots (exception is my unicorn converse 💗💗💗) // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colors or neutral earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future //
No pressure tags (but if you don’t do it I will bite you 🐶🐶🐶 jk)
@cutthroat-coquette @nerdy-narcissism @anotherboredaustralian @thebeardiswriting @un-father @pure-hell2 @ilovedogsokay @squishy-metal-princess @tyjrose @541asval @thepeculiarsub @sins-n-bliss @hufflewitch @shockvaluebimbo @adadtoremember @carkysrina @begreedy
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