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nihiliensis · 2 years
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Όταν η ντομινέιτριξ σου ‘χει χώσει τη μπότα στο σπληνάντερο
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mybodyisaflowerbed · 3 months
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wip intro ; operation get it right
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about...
genre •/ fantasy, supernatural
setting •/ the world of erapiae, starting in the year amber 98.
overall goal •/ undetermined, ongoing series of short multi-chaptered stories, to be posted on ao3 as written.
narrative •/ third person, alternating pov, present tense. past tense will be used in flashbacks.
target age range •/ 18+
themes/tropes •/ found family, memory, healing, revictimization, breaking cycles, doing what you need to instead of what you want to, dreams and nightmares, childhood and what it means to not have had one, grief/mourning, learning who you are for the first time, making peace with unhappy endings, all kinds of love, platonic soulmates.
content warnings •/ depictions of trauma and mental illness, past child abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation/behavior, violence, manipulation, sexual assault, past dehumanization, suggestive content.
taglist (ask to be added/removed) •/ none yet!
the story...
• centers around a group of six amateur Selhuni; mystics who lead spirits to rest and who tame rogue automatons (excess magick that has gained sentience).
• this group is known as the Lator Amores Selhun.
• as these Selhuni conquer more and more supernatural cases, they begin to encounter more and more mirror images that force them to face their own traumas.
• they are left with two choices; get it right or be crushed under the weight of everything they've experienced.
the lator amores + co ...
• lyssa saulsbury (she/her): a 22-year-old human and dreamwalker. co-founder of the lator amores selhun. brave, assertive, and protective, the role of leader tends to fall naturally to lyssa.
• stitches (they/them): a 23-year-old mimic. co-founder of the lator amores selhun, and the only member to be legally recognized as a selhuni. quiet, stoic, and highly observant, stitches is resolutely devoted to all they care for.
• zellia denia (she/her): a 23-year-old human and a soulsinger. a clever wordsmith with a devil-may-care attitude, zellia's reckless and careless behavior masks a wealth of insecurity.
• faeldil (she/her): a 22-year-old adynamos, descended from an eclectic collection of naga, nymphs, and faeries. though undeniably kind and sweet, faeldil has a clear-headed bluntness and firmness about her that makes her hard to step on.
• silver verniron (he/him): a 22-year-old human with a deep connection to the spirit world. despite his best attempts to remain aloof and cold-hearted, silver cares very much and feels very deeply.
• piggy (she/her): a 19-year-old human and an untamable. though she is unabashedly empathetic and enthusiastic, piggy is far more easily frightened than one might expect - and has not yet been given many chances to mature.
• blaire hawthorne (she/her): a 27-year-old human. a respected occult/supernatural journalist who takes a special interest in the lator amores after some... odd encounters.
• thera gyrhuia (she/her): a 22-year-old human. an aggressive brawler and a self-conscious poet. silver's girlfriend.
• bonesaw mintzdotre (she/her): a 24-year-old human. edgy, tough, and somewhat antisocial. a once-friend of silver.
• vendetta (he/him): the corrupt who is currently inhabiting a corner of silver's mind.
• the girl (she/her): possibly a figment of lyssa's imagination.
• elias seyixes (he/him): a demon. don't worry about him right now.
• snicket (he/him): an annoying, conceited ghost who is, unfortunately, just as knowledgeable as he gives himself credit for.
• teddy longview (he/him): a 7-year-old boy that warrants a sign reading "don't speak to strange children" in his neck of the woods.
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monthly-challenge · 1 month
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Fanfiction Masterlist
Day Thirteen: Begging
Dawn and Mikayla - @thehappybaker
Nathan and Patience - @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover
Lady and the Tramp Inspired - @melliabee
Original Fiction Adynamos: Dawn of Aurora - @tumblingtowardsaburningsun
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face-new237-blog · 4 years
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~Neck kisses~ Oso uparxoun andres pou 3eroun na filane ston laimo, oi gunaikes tha nai to adynamo fulo..
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romios-gr · 4 years
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Λόγοι οσίου Γέροντος Παϊσίου. Ο διάβολος είναι αδύναμος Ο διάβολος είναι αδύναμος – Γέροντα, μου λέει ο λογισμός ότι ο διάβολος, ιδίως στις μέρες μας, έχει πολλή δύναμη. – Ο διάβολος έχει κακία και μί... Περισσότερα εδώ: https://www.elromio.gr/logoi-osioy-gerontos-paisioy-o-diavolos-einai-adynamos/
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dark-lolitaa · 4 years
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Ti niwtheis??
Oute egw dn jerw pws mporw na to ejhghsw s kapoion poso mallon s kapoion p parolo p s agapaei alla dn mporei na to katalavei..
Ti skeftesai??
Auto pali pws to les s kapoion...Xmm skeftomai na pethanw..mallon oxi dn to les, les mia vlakeia gia na allajei to thema k na mhn xreiastei na peis ti skeftesai, authn ghn poutana thn skepsh p uparxei synexeia i perimenei th stigmh p eisai adynamos gia na emfanistei k h tha kerdisei h tha kerdiseis..
Pes m gt dn eisai kala
Ti apantas tr s auto afou k na peis h apanthsh tha einai oti uparxoun anthrwpoi p pernane xeirotera p mprosta sta dika tous ta dika s dn einai tipota
E loipon niwthw keno dm jerw ti einai auto alla sigoura oxi egw dn eimai egw auth edw k poly kairo einai ligoi autoi p to katalavainou
Exw varethei na niwthw skata synexeia, katathlipsh, agxos, kriseis panikou, skepseis gia self harm, aupnies,overthinking
OLA YPEROXAA GENIKA
Thelw na niwsw egw pali na eimai xaroymenh xwris ta upoloipa dn nomizw na janamilhsw gia auta p niwthw s kanenan jana
Ola TELEIA pleon...
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dagkoto · 5 years
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Στον «Πιο αδύναμο κρίκο» της Κύπρου τα «μαργαριτάρια» πέφτουν βροχή! https://www.bites.gr/video/ston-pio-adynamo-kriko-ths-kyproy-ta-margaritaria-peftoyn-broxh
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breakingnewslive-gr · 7 years
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Mέρκελ: Aδύναμο το ευρώ λόγω της πολιτικής Ντράγκι
Τον Μάριο Ντράγκι «έδειξε» ως υπεύθυνο για την πτωτική πορεία του ευρώ η ‘Ανγκελα Μέρκελ. «¨Είναι αδύναμο το ευρώ λόγω της νομισματικής πολιτικής της ΕΚΤ» τόνισε η γερμανίδα καγκελάριος που ανέφερε πως η χαμηλή τιμή του πετρελαίου επίσης αποτελεί παράγον http://breakingnewslive.net/gr/news/merkel-adynamo-to-eyrw-logw-ths-politikhs-ntragki?uid=200102&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr
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jackjakson2229-blog · 7 years
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At maxmag.gr you can read psychological articles from which you can learn ample of things visit maxmag.gr.
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🖊 tell me about your original fiction cause i know NOTHING
Okidoki kiddos buckle in because we’re gonna be here for a while
First off: I started out writing fantasy and it’s my one true love, so i have many fantasy stories that are all connected by Dreemers who travel between dimensions and stuff because why settle for one fantasy world when you can have two or five or ten ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Fantasy (aka the Magical Spiral)
My main fantasy world: Dreemlend, birth world of my main OC (her name is Marin of Yuneth) and a magical world that shifts and changes shape depending on its inhabitants perspectives. I usually picture it as a giant mountain with lots of shelves sticking out from the sides and the people live on the shelves, but if you go to the center of the mountain, you can climb a stairwell to reach the Throne of the God. (Do not do this unless you want to meet Him 😳). Dreemlend was originally created as “the silmarillion but if children got stuck in it like narnia” so its lore-heavy, has lots of magical races, and people fall into it from my other worlds a lot. Also it produced a whole society of dimension-travelers: the Dreemers (Marin is their... head? President? Kind of? She has a cult) This storyline has, at present, five books (i’ve gotten to chapter 8 on the first one 😭) and several one shots and short stories.
The second fantasy world is... actually not named, but it appears in a trilogy called the Writings of Telkan (a name that will crop up again). The main storyline takes place in the Southern Mountains of the largest land mass, and the central character is a girl with some form of amnesia who wants to leave her secluded village to explore the world. Marin features heavily in this story as a traveler from “outside” who brings news and excitement to our MC’s quiet village life. This story I’ve probably worked on the most, since i started it over twelve years ago, and has had the most rewrites (currently on third draft—when i remember to write)
Third fantasy world is Aggamori, which is another trilogy (the third book features a young man named Telkan, who is... writing stories. You can guess which ones 😎). Aggamori is a wild, dangerous land full of old magic and vengeful gods. Marin shows up to guide the protagonists through various trials and tribulations, and also for fun! Because who doesn’t like killing dragons (insert father i crave violence) Aggamori is special to me since it features one of my versions of the World Between the Worlds: in this case, a valley full of pools and carpeted in white flowers that fills up with mist when the portals are active). Started the first book on this one waaaaaaay way back, so my writing style is rather different now and imma have to rewrite a lot of it. The first book was spun off of some Narnia OCs i had, the second was based on the time I went to Medieval Times in South Carolina, and the third is based on a trio of siblings i knew (was infatuated with) as a kid.
And lets not forget Morovai! Morovai is an ancient world almost as old as Dreemlend that was heavily inspired by the Shannara books by Terry Brooks. Morovai features so many elves. Just—all the elves. Do you like elves? YOU WILL NOW 😤 lol I don’t know how many books are in this series, but probably at least five if not seven. I have outlines written for the first three books, and a rough timeline, but i haven’t had the energy to make any rough drafts yet.
Last of the main magical worlds is: Paravur, inspired by the Tales of Goldstone Wood by Anne Elisabeth Stengl. Paravur is technically connected to the Writings of Telkan world, but they are not close enough to be considered the same... planet? Land mass? (Magical bodies of land that may or may not be mirror dimensions of each other) Paravur has seven books featuring princes and princesses and thieves and witches and DEATH AND VIOLENCE 😈 Also has one of my storylines involving lookalikes based on Skandar Keynes and Harry Treadaway. Started first book, got to maybe chapter seven, got super depressed, same old same old 😔 I have synopses for the first five i think.
Now one little universe I’m slowly building is the Light’verse ( because two of the three stories have light in the title) I think this one qualifies as magical? The setting is like, 1800s america western, but with some magic. Wizards and rifles and that kind of thing. One of my most recent stories, Fever Dreams (click the tag down below to see what I’ve published so far!) takes place in the Light’verse. None of the stories are really connected to each other (two are character dramas, one is a spiritual journey), but they all have similar aesthetics and perhaps cameo characters 👀
Science fiction (aka the Futuristic Spiral)
Where to begin, where to begin...
one thing you should know about me is that i love cartoon and comic superheroes. Like. OBSESSIVELY. My favorites are Batman and Spiderman, but i also adore the Avengers and justice league. I specify cartoon and comic, because live action aren’t really my thing (i do like a lot of the mcu, but i wasn’t especially inspired by it). The CARTOONS on the other hand.... oh baby ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
So my first superhero-centric world was, I think, Spiret, which is an alt version of the Avengers earth from Earth’s Mightiest Heroes cartoon (2010). The main characters in Spiret (at least, four of the five planned books) are a family called the Unknowns (who were originally based in the EMH universe until i moved them to Spiret). The family starts out with seven orphaned siblings who grow up and get married and make. So many babies. Just all the babies. And by the third generation create an entire army of super humans. I have so many docs just full of names and power lists and uniform colors and family trees (had to start doing this to avoid cousin marriage lol)
Spiret is what i like to call my “base world”, in that a lot of shenanigans that leak into universes start out on Spiret. It’s a huge hub of technology and scientific research and also portals. And death and destruction, because it creates its own villains, too! There are five main books in the Spiret storyline (the first one is more like a prequel and has a completely different cast from the later books) and then each book has a sequel-side-story trilogy that focuses on specific characters.
After Spiret we have the Yedi Apex, which is another superhero-based system. Yedi means seven, so there are seven planets, and they all produce superheroes. Somehow. I dont know why, maybe it’s in the water? The main story i have set in this universe is called Wings of Shanauvii and features a young lady who wants to join a superhero organization only to discover that it harbors dark secrets ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) also there are several hot bois with long hair because i have Needs 😌 I’ve got several short stories i plan to set in this universe, but i haven’t done much work on them. WoS has multiple chapters written! That need editing! (I am tired 😔)
Connected to both Spiret and the Apex is another world I haven’t named yet, but the stories in it focus on a government spy and her family who engage in espionage shenanigans and cause problems on purpose. Tentatively calling it Covert Chaos. This one is kind of important since it features one of my biggest crossover events: Fear’s Shadow (including characters from Apex, Spiret, Heritas, and Dreemlend. Because of course it would have Marin 🧙‍♀️)
Now let’s move into space!
The Heritas Sphere is a universe populated by multiple inhabited planets and lots and lots of space stations! And royalty! So much royalty 👑 It was originally envisioned as “dreemlend meets Star Wars”, so it has: dense lore and children coming from another world tropes combined with space battles and religious sects and wise old mentor characters. (My other ocs are bereft of wise old mentors and make oh! So many stupid mistakes as a result)
this series is probably my biggest in terms of content and characters (which is what happens when you have a gazillion planets to pull from), and has a planned nine books that cover a time span of about 20 years. It features a cast including and not limited to: little girl with big gun, exiled prince with back problems, cunning linguist who’s technically an illegal immigrant, redheaded heartthrob, older mentor dude who got deep frozen and slept through an entire war, at least one Galadriel expy, multiple escaped slaves, psychic brothers, a bunch of bio-engineered identical queens, a really really nice dude who wants to marry one of the queens, and a super strong man with violent healer children.
Also the space pirates. They’re like cockroaches. We can’t get rid of them 😔 also also! BIG HONKIN METAL RINGS called edifices that rip open holes into other dimensions. Now we are thinking with portals 😎
Heritas has a sister-galaxy called Adynamos which is another space fantasy setting. All the planets are named after Greek and Roman deities and there is a fair amount of magic that gets tossed around. Also old gods and new gods and very angry vengeful gods. Also space ships! I have two stories set in this universe: Dawn of Aurora and Fugitive’s Quest and both of them intersect with Heritas at some point. Because I do love me some crossovers 😎 fugitives quest features my bois (and favorite victims) Bruce and Buck Oliver. They must suffer 😌
I should also mention Telikos Terra which has six stories at the moment (more to be added no doubt). This one is kind of different from my others because the first book is an alien invasion story, the next four are the aftermath, and then the last one is several hundred years later and involves genetically enhanced child soldiers. This universe is possibly another sister galaxy to Adynamos but not necessarily Heritas—i need to review my mythology for this 🤔
(I should probably note at this point that some of my most reoccurring tropes are: super soldiers, child soldiers, and super powered child soldiers. also human trafficking)
Which leads into my next story: Kitten and Hound! Right now this exists as a couple one shots with my ocs Kitten and her bodyguard/attack dog Hound (they are both humans) who travel through the galaxies hunting human trafficking rings and rescuing victims. They make cameo appearances in other stories and bring joy wherever they go (lololol Hound can light things on fire with his hands and is very fond of fireworks)
Oh! There is a small dimension that features the planet Anacrost and has a story inspired by Lois Lowry’s The Giver and also a story about a refugee vessel lost in space. Plus the cockroach pirates. This one got old gods and refugees of the great cataclysm and backstory for some of my favoritest bois, so it takes place near the beginning of the timeline. I think, all told, it has seven stories in it? I need to take a census 🤔
Last of the big ‘verses: lets talk about Niobe. Because all roads lead to Niobe 😌 this story centers around the planet Niobe after it’s invaded by an alien race of super humans. They oppress the regular humans, lock them into slums, and siphon off the planet’s resources for mysterious yet undoubtedly diabolical reasons. The main character is a halfbreed human who is trying to protect her little brother from superhuman mad scientists. She fails, there is much angst and drama, my friends ocs come rushing in to make things even more chaotic—father, i do believe I crave violence 👀 this story takes place at the end of the timeline. Very heavily inspired by the Spiderman Unlimited tv show and Half Life 2 (post apocalypse babeee)
I think those are my major universes, not counting all the one shots and short stories and standalones and fanfic (which may at some point be integrated into the larger verses). And the were-watcher saga that may or may not be a story within a story (undecided)
Feel free to ask questions about any of them, I like talking about them (obviously lol) if you find one in particular the piques your interest lemme know and maybe I’ll finally have the energy to work on it 😖
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WhumpTober2020 No.29
I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR
Reluctant Bedrest
(had a whim. thought: why not upload my remaining whumps from 2020? what have i got to lose?)
Fandom: Fugitive’s Quest
Characters: Bruce Oliver, Buck Oliver
Word count:  725
Status: One-shot, complete
Warnings: Implied/referenced torture, implied/referenced child abuse
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Buck lays unconscious for three days.
Bruce knows this because he hasn’t left his brother’s side since the medics brought him in. He sleeps in a chair with half his body draped over Buck’s to hold his brother down when the nightmares hit.
Buck has a lot of nightmares.
By the time he settles into REM sleep, Bruce is sore from bruises carpeting his jaw and torso and upper arms. His left hand has a lovely ring of teeth marks, courtesy of Buck’s finely-tuned preservation instincts.
In a previous life, Bruce had locked Buck alone in the barracks for several days simply for bruising him during sparring sessions. He does not have that luxury now.
He has lost too much to push his brother away.
On the third day, Buck’s eyes blink open for a few seconds before drifting shut. The head medic states that he’s close to waking up. Bruce nods wearily and squeezes his brother’s limp hand. He considers leaving for half an hour to change his (bloodied burnt) clothes, but he can’t risk it. Buck might wake up and panic at the sight of so many strangers. He might go berserk again and injure the medics.
He might kill himself. Bruce can’t afford to assume he won’t at least try.
His waking is gradual. His breathing shifts into the rapid pattern that Bruce associates with their childhood in the barracks, his fingers flex and skitter across the sheets, and he lets out a deep-throated groan from time to time. Most of his injuries have been treated and morphine has been administered at regular intervals, but apparently his little brother has acquired a high tolerance for painkillers.
D----- Prodigy and her sadistic experiments.
Bruce gently cups his brother’s hands to still their nervous motions and watches as heavy lids lift. For several minutes, Buck studies the concrete ceiling cast in shadows from the single lamp in the corner. His hands tighten momentarily around Bruce’s, and then he looks over and makes eye contact with his brother for the first time in five years.
His fingers go rigid. Bruce holds his breath, staring, not daring to make a move and shatter this fragile peace.
Buck grimaces. “You.” His voice clips, ragged around the edges. All screamed out..
Bruce nods once. Terse, as usual. The accusatory tone always puts him on edge.
“The hell…” Buck’s voice trails off. He twitches his hands away and rolls his head to the side so he doesn’t have to look.
Bruce relaxes into his chair and crosses his arms across his chest. He feels… defensive. He’s used to the feeling around Buck. Having to justify his actions, prove his worth as the leader. Hard to do when Buck’s never been the worshipful younger brother. Even less so now after everything Bruce has done to him.
“I’m… alive.” Buck sounds surprised.
Bruce grunts in acknowledgement. His throat thickens with words that won’t come out.
“I…” Buck’s eyes flick back to him for a second before skittering off across the shadows of the room. “I don’t remember much.”
A small mercy. From what Bruce knows of Prodigy’s methods, Buck’s lucky to be speaking, much less remembering anything.
“You’ll have time for that later,” Bruce forces out.  “You need to rest right now.”
Buck stiffens. “You gonna hold me down again?” His tone is harsh, but his throat works nervously as he swallows. Bruce knows that particular tic of his: he’s afraid.
“I won’t have to if you stay put.” He points a finger at Buck, who scowls grotesquely amid the fading purple of old bruises. “I am not chasing you down again.”
“Never asked you to,” Buck spits out.
Bruce bites back the snarl that rises all too readily and stands. “You better be right there when I come back, or I will get the restraints out.”
The sound Buck makes at that--like a cornered animal, certain of death--is completely involuntary, and Bruce freezes in his tracks, biting his tongue until it bleeds. One day--one of these d--- days--he’ll learn to think before he speaks.
“Just. Stay still.” He pauses in the doorway, shoulders hunched, fire low. He can feel Buck’s eyes boring into his back. Measuring. Calculating. Wary. “Listen to me for once in your g--d---- life.”
Buck whispers his name as he leaves. He forces himself to keep moving.
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WhumpTober2020 No.30
NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM
Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury
Fandom: Fugitive’s Quest
Characters: Bruce Oliver, Buck Oliver
Word count:  552
Status: One-shot, complete
Warnings: Child endangerment, implied/referenced child abuse, violence, blood
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Buck crouches behind his brother and grips his rifle tightly with both hands as bullets whistle over their heads and strike the crates behind them, shattering the wood into splinters that pelt their sides and backs. He has made many regrettable decisions throughout his short life, but this probably ranks in the top five.
He’d asked to see what his brother did when he was summoned by the Matron. Missions, Bruce had said bitterly. Horrible ones. Not the kind you want to go on.
Buck had, in fact, wanted to go. Had petitioned for it. Bargained for it. Made the Matron laugh condescendingly at his desperate pleas and Bruce smack him when they were alone. But he’d gotten his way in the end.
And here they are. And it is, indeed, horrible. There are people trying to kill them and dust making his eyes water and the smell of gunpowder and smoke heavy in the air. He wants to vomit but his throat is too tight with fear to force even a single sound out.
Bruce reaches back to grab his arm and his heart almost leaps out his chest.
“We’re moving,” Bruce hisses, and Buck jerks out a nod.
During a lull in the gunfire, they dart across the aisle and behind a stack of shelves. Their plan--what bits and pieces they have of it--requires moving toward the back of the warehouse, away from the soldiers firing into it, and slipping out through one of the windows in the back office. Their ride has likely been ambushed as well so they’ll have to figure out how to evade the soldiers on foot.
If they live that long.
Bruce dares to glance around the corner of the shelving unit and curses. “They’re moving toward us,” he snarls. “We can’t stay still too long or they’ll catch us. Come on!”
He grabs Buck’s arm again and hauls him deeper into the maze of shelves. Voices shout and bullets eat up the ground around their feet. Buck screams involuntarily, sheer terror like ice water in his veins, and shoves his brother down with his whole body. They grapple for a split-second when they hit the ground, Bruce on top. He gives a strained gasp, as if the air is suddenly forced from his lungs, and something wet splashes onto Buck’s face.
Then they’re behind another set of shelves, gasping for breath, their guns lost in the scuffle to find cover. Buck swipes his face, disgusted at the thought of getting his brother’s sweat on him, and finds his fingers damp with blood.
“Bruce--”
“Quiet!”
Buck looks at him, panicked, and spies a ragged hole torn into the right sleeve of Bruce’s jacket. Blood trickles out and slides down the fabric, pooling on the concrete beneath them. Bruce meets his eyes grimly and gives a short, tight shake of his head.
They don’t have time to worry about injuries when every passing second could mean discovery and death. The heavy boots of their pursuers draw close to their hiding spot.
Buck grits his teeth and nods. Bruce motions with his hands, wincing when it tugs at his wound, and makes the sign for “burn.” Then he releases a deep breath, brings his hands up to hide his face, and steps out from behind the shelves.
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FebruFluff2024
@monthly-challenge
Prompt Thirteen: Begging
Fandom: Original Fiction Adynamos: Dawn of Aurora
Rating: Teen (implied violence)
Characters: Caterrina Jeyhicus, Aldrian Inglorian
Pairings: Caterrina/Aldrian
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He finds the first sign of trouble when he enters the bathroom and finds her voluminous skirts crumpled on the floor next to the bath. Of his wife, however, he sees no sign.
“Cat?”
A muffled gasp from the water closet. He unlatches the door slowly, in case she needs to cover up, and peers inside.
“Oh... Cat.”
She’s sitting in a heap on the floor, dressed in chemise and drawers and petticoats, her hair a wild, ragged mess on her shoulders. Red tear stains streak her face, and her hands are bloodied and bruised. Aldrian’s heart goes out to her. He kneels down and crawls toward her. She shuffles back from him, choking back sobs.
“Cat? It’s just me.” He holds out a hand the same as he would to a skittish horse.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “Please don’t be mad.”
“Of course not,” he answers automatically, but inside his mind flies in a hundred different directions. What has she done that has herso afraid?
“It’s quite bad,” she continues, wringing her hands. “Please please please don’t be mad—“
He puts a hand on hers. They quiver like a leaf in the wind.
“Caterrina. I promise. I won’t be mad. I’m worried.”
She looks up and meets his eyes for a second before bursting into tears. As she continues to babble nonsensical apologies, he crawls closer, accidentally mussing her petticoats, and draws her into his lap. She curls up, a tiny kitten-like bundle in his arms, and sobs into his shoulder.
“Shh, it’s fine,” he murmurs. He slides a hand under her mass of hair to gently massage the tender skin of her neck. “I’ve got you.”
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Caterrina serial killer au 🤔
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30 Days of Romance (No Kissing Edition)
@glass-expanse i actually had kissing in this one (forehead kiss) before i caught it and replaced it with a different affection gesture XD
Day 10: Stitches
Fandom: Original Fiction Adynamos
Rating: Teen (implied violence, suggestive elements)
Characters: Caterrina Jeyhicus, Aldrian Inglorian
Pairings: Caterrina/Aldrian
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Caterrina returns to their bedroom after her afternoon walk to find Aldrian’s uniform ensemble dumped in a heap on the closet floor. Her husband and his cohort are nowhere to be seen, so she picks the clothes up with a sigh and begins to feed them into the laundry hamper. A loose seam catches on her hand and she pulls the offending garment out to examine it.
The entire left side of his undershirt has been ripped. There’s no blood on it, thank goodness, but she can fit her hand through the hole. Seamstress pride will not allow her to leave it alone.
Her basket is in her hands in short order and she sits upright on the edge of the bed, pins in mouth, sewing delicate tiny stitches with one precise movement at a time. Surprisingly, she finds herself reveling in the familiar repetition. Once upon a time she sat in white walled back rooms for hours every day, weaving and sewing long sheets of cloth until her eyes blurred and her fingers cramped and her neck screamed to be relaxed. Now she is in an airy chamber on a velvet-covered bed with open balcony doors letting in fresh air, the low hum of insects in the garden below, and a soft garment rotating slowly in her hands. No pressure exists for her to meet a quota; she thinks only of the joy of the action, the sense of doing something well for the sake of doing it.
She pictures Aldrian sliding on the shirt, buttoning it up, not even noticing the neat precision of her stitches. The thought brings a smile to her face, and she hums a few notes from the opera he took her to the week before. They sat in a small box high in the corner with little glasses held to their eyes to see the stage (or at least she did—Aldrian only used it for propriety’s sake), and the music! Oh such music! It sings still within her chest. She tries a few bars out loud (her voice is very bad), and it echoes not unpleasantly.
The door swings open and she looks up, expecting to see Brista or Aine. Instead, Aldrian strides into the room, jacket already half off and fumbling to remove his gloves. He greets her without looking.
“Good afternoon, my lady, I hope your walk was—“ His eyes land on the bunch of fabric in her lap and he pauses, confused. “Is that…?”
“Oh!” Caterrina flutters her hands in a nonsensical way to explain. “You ripped it somehow. I wanted to fix it before washing.”
Aldrian stares as if dumbfounded. Caterrina sits frozen under his gaze. Is he upset? But why should he be? She only did it because he needed it done.
Because—her face flushes with sudden warmth—she wanted to make it easy for him. She wanted to help.
“I thank you,” Aldrian says at last. He continues his path to the closet and, from the sounds of it, strips on his way. She refrains from telling him to please place his dirty garments in the hamper, not around it. It feels too much like an unnecessary reminder.
He emerges a moment later in a loose robe, an odd thing to wear so early in the day. She takes a surreptitious peak as he pauses to adjust it and notes the broadness of his chest under the thin cotton. He's so very strong. She used to be afraid of it, but his strength is only used for gentleness. She doesn’t flinch at all when he sits down next to her and watches her with curiosity.
“You do that well,” he observes. “You have a surgeon’s hands. Have you considered training for medical?”
“Um. A little.” She whips the stitches faster. Butterflies dance in her stomach. “I don’t like the blood.”
“You bleed every month.”
“That’s… different. My blood is… well… mine. It’s supposed to bleed.”
But normal people aren’t supposed to, goes unsaid between them.
He sighs and stands up, then unexpectedly leans down and lays a hand against her cheek. Her heart jumps.
“Thank you,” he says again, and she wants to—
Well. That wouldn’t be proper. She murmurs a reply and doesn’t dare look at him as he slips into the bathroom.
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