#after i unalive some writers

[adkawariatka]

Hi so I am mainly posting my art buuut for a few months I have been thinking about that idea.... You see I am a fan of Danny Phantom fanfiction and have been reading some for almost 2 Years..... I AM not confidend in my abilities as writer especialy that english isn't my first language (for any mistakes sorry). I am especially fan of dcxdp works and I wanted to share:

Because in some concepts ghost are territorial and Jason is somehow touched by death, imagine Danny fleating from ghost Hunters (GIW and his parents) for months and stumbles in his chase into Gotham specify in to crime alley. And there is Jason with some other bats preferably Nightwing and Red Robin in crime alley, meeting over some other case. And then Jason looses himself in The Pit and starts to run somewhere. where? To The place where Danny unaware of The fact that he just crossed line of someone else's territory (because Jason isn't dead but only touched by it and it is hard to sense him especialy for such young ghost as Danny) started to get ready to spend night on some rooftop. So Danny exhausted wounded and sleepy gets hammered by Jason who is in The middle of pit attack over something unalive entering HIS territory. Of course with Dick and Tim hot on his tail and Batman on his way. When Jason starts to attack Danny The present bats of course start to defend him. Meanwhile, Danny Has a melt down over fact that he overstepped on someone else's ground and that super Heroes from Gotham are adamant on making The owner of said ground even angrier at him. And he knows how furious he must be because he wos in his shoes more times that he can count. So he does The only sensible thing. He shouts at The bats to stop and pushes himself before Jason. Making sure he doesn't look in The burning green ice of The other creature he bends his knee. Tuning his head to The right and a little up. So his throat is easly accessible to The other Sharp fangs assuming position generally accepted in Infinite relams as non thretening and humbled. Jason then stops his assalut shocking present heros. Danny takes IT as good sign and starts to talk:

Danny: hello The mighty owner of this ground. I am Phantom, traveler who entered your territory by mistake. I understand your Anger and desire to punish me. My mistake brought you fury and inseciurity for that I am sorry. Please forgive to this humble wayfarer if you wish to penalize me I will gladly accept but please don't be harsh as I am only trying to pass and mean no harm.

Danny isn't first to crossing paths with other relams inhabitants and he learned some culture he is not some rude brat and does knows about Proper apologies. He expects beating or some favour, if The owner does not decide to kill him.... Hopefully. He did stupid mistake after all. He blames concusion and that two days old gun wound. Meanwhile Jason is in shock how this kid in matters of some strange pose and few Words brought him back peace. As are The bats obserwing The scene.

Jason: what did you do?

Danny doesn't lift his gaze. Feeling still some fury and concusion

Danny: I.... -and stops and thinks what he is suppoused to do. Beside stepping on his territory. He wracks his head for other offenses while Jason gets agitated by lack of response

Jason: What did you do!!!!!???

Danny is a little confused but he sees bats starting to creep closer and reading their wepons. Danny is tired and irritated at them. Do they want to get him killed that badly?

Danny: STOP right there! We are in The middle of a negotiations!

Then risks a glance to his listener. He windens his eyes identyfying The creature as touched by death. Someone who died and come back often caused by clinical death but there are sometimes complications. When he focus he can feel all the corrupted ectoplasm in front of him.

Danny: I don't know what you mean touched by death. I know I am trespassing and that you are angry. If you decide what price should I pay.... Do you want a favour? Or... To let out your frustration?

Jason stares dumbfounded and then asks:

What?

Danny: for entering your territory...?

Danny gest a little confused

Jason: what did you called me? What price... Who The hell are you?

Scratch that Danny is totally lost.... As his conversationalist apparently. But he did not survive alone on The run for that long without being a little sly himself. Lifting his head he looks at Jason and allows his own eyes to flash green. He hears curses from bat themed heros.

Danny: Lets do IT that way. I will anwser three of your questions and you will forget about my faults. Do we have a deal?

Jason narrows his eyes and makes a decision this kid knows something about him also Has pit inside him and doesn't wanted to RIP his throat... Yet. He will try. Decides and gives his hand to The kid lifting him up.

Jason:Deal, why did you called me touched by death?

Danny: because at some point you died.... And came back. Its not as rare as you might think. Clinical deaths and all. It happens and leaves permanent Mark on you.

He can see The bats getting closer listening. And even trying to sat something before they get cut off

Jason: How do you know that?

Danny: we can feel it. Inhabitants of Infinite relams have ability to sense others Like themself. Its Like six sense. pretty cool right?

Jason: We as you died too. So you too took bath in lazarus pits. How do you Control pit madness? what are Infinite relams and its inhabitants?

Danny: what? I don't know what this madness or pits are... Infinite relams idą dimension where dead lives on. Its a place that Ghost, old gods, magical creatures and other various beeings calls home.

Jason: do who are you?

Danny grins misheviously and takes view steps back. He now stays closer to The edge of The roof. Thanks to The conversation he could asses The situation and gather his power for escape.

Danny: I am afraid that wos fourth question.... Thanks you for your generosity touched by death. I Hope we will never see each other again.

And then he proceed to jump of The roof. He hears The frantic footsteps and vioces. then flies few alleys away from this territory. He hits The ground hard keeping The invisibility on because he is not stupid to think that its Safe here. His wound got worse. He is hungry cold and hurt badly. He hopes he will survive this.

Soooo that's it. Its only na idea if you want to work on its feel free just let me know if you do because i would love to see what you created. Like i said ealier its my first work, Prompt.... something i don't even know what to call IT😅

#dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost #gotham #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #phandom #fun fiction #writing prompt

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

I just had this thought, what if reader is from the time of when the real writers existed? Dazai would totally be jealous of his real self for being able to unalive lmao. And ranpo and his real self...

Yeah... It ofc wouldn't be possible since that means reader would have to be from the 60's? But I just had this sudden thought lol

Actually, I have an idea for that.

I kind off have a sub-au for Self-Aware BSD AU. "The Sandman" inspired AU.

Reader are Dream.

An eternal deity, Master of Dreams, Ruler of Nightmares, Patron of Artists, Architectures, Writers. The Muse.

They saw them all.

Visible for them and their families, Reader saw their lives and their deaths.

Reader's kingdom is accessible for both living and for deceased. So, BSD Characters up to some interesting encounters.

-Short idea time-

You and BSD Cast are having a tea party.

Y/N: Please, be careful while wishing for something in my kingdom. With powers of Dreams you can achieve many great things, but, at the same time, you can fall from grace by using it.

/Suddenly, everyone is hearing barking from the next room. You rolled your eyes./

Y/N: Not again...

/RL! Dazai Osamu stormed into the room and, somehow, jumped on your shoulders. A small pack of pugs is following him. RL! Nakahara Chuuya is glaring at Dazai from the next room./

Y/N: looking at RL!Chuuya, trying not to move so much, so RL! Dazai won't fall down. Chuuya, how many times did I tell you not to wish for dogs so you can scare away Osamu? with a wave of a hand make pugs disappear. RL! Chuuya still looked pleased, left without the world.

/You look up. RL! Dazai seems pretty content with staying up on your shoulders. He is looking at BSD Cast with slight curiosity. You continue talking to BSD Characters, not paying attention to their shocked gazes./

Y/N: Where were I.... Right, dream powers...

/BSD Dazai raise his hand/

BSD! Dazai: [Y/N], is that..?

[Y/N]: nod Mhm. Our Dazai Osamu. The one, who succeed. slightly clap RL! Dazai on the ankle At least say 'Hello', if you are planning to stay on my shoulders.

/RL! Dazai takes another look at BSD! Gang. Pinches your ear./

RL! Dazai: Dream, why is a redhead in a hat makes me feel so angry?

[Y/N]: sighs Because I overdid it, when Kafka and Harukawa asked for more stories about writers.

/BSD! Dazai is speechless. On one hand, he felt jealous for looking at hos namesake, who succeeded. On the other hand, it was so weird, looking at your double? Prototype?/

/You looked up at RL/Dazai/

[Y/N]: I will tell everyone what is happening later.

/RL! Dazai hopped down on the floor./

RL! Dazai: Waiting for it. Well, see you around. /ready to leave, when he remembered something/ By the way, two lovebirds were looking for you. Want to have a shooting competition and asked you to be the judge.

/You hide your face in both hands./

[Y/N]: If you are talking about Verlaine and Rimbaud, remind them, that they still not allowed to touch any sort of weapon. cover both of your wrists under your shirt¹ If you are talking about Ranpo and Iwata, then I will free in a few hours.

/RL! Dazai nods and, after saying goodbye to BSD Cast, leave. The room is silent./

BSD! Ranpo: barely a whisper I have so many questions... And I am so afraid to ask...

/You smile/

[Y/N]: Don't think about it too much. You will get used to it.

/RL! Oda Sakunosuke barge into the room./

RL! Oda: [Y/N]! Goncharov and Turgenev got drunk and start arguing about plagiarism!²

/You stand up and hurry after the Oda/

[Y/N]: Stay here! I will be back in a few minutes.

/BSD Gang looked at each other. They have a feeling, that their lives will be interesting/

______

¹Real life Verlaine shot Rimbaud in the wrist once. Apparently, Dream also was shot by him.

² Real life Turgenev and Goncharov had a huge argument, that ended in court. Goncharov thought, that Turgenev stole the plot of "The Precipice" for his novel "Home of the Gentry". Goncharov shared his ideas about "The Precipice" with Turgenev, so he had the reason to think about it. Judge make Turgenev took too similar plot points from the book.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[not-poignant]

Is it just me or is censorship all across social media getting really bad lately? Pinterest just removed a whole bunch of my pins for sexual content - they were all fully clothed queer men and women showing vague intimacy, nothing overtly sexual at all. Like one they removed was literally just two men's heads leaning on each other. That's wacko right??? Have I missed something big going on?

Tbh it's been getting increasingly terrible for a long time, anon, it's not a lately thing, it's been since before the Tumblr purge, and it is at least in some part due to the SESTA/FOSTA law that got passed in the USA, and the increasing passing of laws in many countries that are specifically concerned with removing net neutrality and treating all of us like 3 year olds.

It will get worse, not better. And you've probably been missing a few big things! It sounds like you were most directly impacted by what happened with Pinterest, so you've just noticed it. Many of us noticed it around 2018 with the Tumblr purge. Some of us have been impacted by elements of it way earlier, due to Livejournal's Strikethrough which necessitated the invention of Dreamwidth and helped to really get AO3 off the ground. And this was back even before we now have many laws that scare a lot of big companies into removing adult content.

Steve Jobs famously hated / loathed pornography and was on a mission to literally try and remove it from the internet, and part of that mission was to - as much as possible - make it nearly impossible for apps that have it to get listed in the Apple store. This is partly why AO3 doesn't have an app. This is why Dreamwidth doesn't have an app. This is why the Tumblr Purge happened - so they could continue to have an app. And while some sites don't get targeted, as soon as you do get targeted by the Apple store, it's either 'provide your legal identity to prove that you're the age you say you are' to access adult content or it's 'goodbye adult content.'

We've also had an increasing rise of morally panicked, puritanical TERF-informed anti-shippers who believe that their emotional reactions to fictional content they find troubling are firstly valid moral judgements, and secondly, a valid reason to abuse, bully and send death threats to real people. And these people basically work hand-in-hand (often without realising) with extremely powerful Evangelical Christians who have government influence and a lot of money in the USA and literally work to change laws to make it reflect an extremely puritanical vision they have of the future. You know, the homphobic, transphobic, misogynistic, racist, kinkphobic, bigoted, antisemitic etc. etc. etc. one. (It's highly ironic and tragic that most antis are young and queer and just extremely uneducated).

I'd say people notice based on what impacted them directly. So some of us realised in 2007. Some of us realised again in 2018. And since then there's been a lot of blows from a lot of sites. In a way, Pinterest is joining an already very bloated bandwagon of sites cornered in the manner. The reason why people say 'unalive' these days instead of suicide, or 'r@pe' these days instead of rape is because of Tiktok censors. The reason so many folks moved their adult fanart and art accounts off Instagram, or they've gone dead, is because of Instagram censors. The reason so many adult writers on Patreon are very careful about what explicit words they write directly onto the site is because of Patreon censorship.

After all this, it's possible that Pinterest has a bug and are implementing a new AI algorithm for detecting adult content, and it's just broken. In those cases, reporting and appealing actually often does help. When Tumblr first implemented their algorithm, it wasn't very well trained yet, and like, pictures of fruit etc. were being banned because the AI algorithm was still figuring out what to do. Tumblr was in a rush in order to keep the app in the Apple store (over 70% of their income is from app users, the site would have literally died if they didn't act quickly), and so they ended up with an extremely overzealous and initially broken (and still sometimes broken x.x) algorithm.

If Pinterest is going through something similar, either with the app store or with having to address a sudden legal change, they may be having algo problems, and reporting will help them train the algorithm better.

Trust me, there will be people behind the scenes - staff at all of these websites - who hate the changes as much as you do, even if they can't say so for professional reasons. But even the new owner of Tumblr got pretty close to saying 'it fucking sucks but we have to do it if you want the site to exist' (which honestly made it a lot more...possible to handle the change, because it's not usually the sites you have to hate/resent, but the laws getting changed around you. Also if anyone here is an adult and can do so - please vote!!!)

#asks and answers #personal #i'm missing a lot of history #since i'm talking primarily based on the changes that have impacted me directly #so i know i'm only looking at one slice of the pie #SESTA-FOSTA was one of the most devastating things to ever happen to the internet #and it set precedent #for so many more broken laws like this to come out #they look like they have good intentions on the surface #but they are incredibly fucked / broken #and we are getting more and more #there's some really awful ones on the table in both the EU and the US again right now #please vote if you don't like that this keeps happening folks #it's the only way forward

[groversimp]

You’re a werewolf, and I’m a full moon: Part 3 (last part?)

CW: G0RE, Poly!solangelo, werewolves, angst, crying, sickness (briefly mentioned), arguments, self-unalive mentions.

Sorry for the long wait, I’ve been in a MAJOR writers block for forever.

Three days had passed. Will hadn’t come into your room since the argument. You felt terrible. The only Apollo’s kid who wouldn’t shoot you a murderous glare upon entering your room was Kayla. But even then she’d just give you a disappointed sigh and a sad smile.

Finally, you had enough. You stood up, ignoring the ache in your stomach and the wave of nausea that washed over you. Grabbing onto the bed to steady your shaking legs was not ideal, but it was the best you could do.

You opened the door, a triumphant smile on your face as you held onto the wall- making your way to the main entrance of the infirmary.

You spotted Victoria— a little strange considering medicine was never really her favorite thing— but you didn’t think anything of it. You called her name and she turned to you, a conflicted look on her face.

“Y/N, why are you out of bed?” She tried to grab your arm and pull you back to your room, pain shot through your body and you hissed at the sudden ache. “That’s unimportant, do you know where Will is, Victoria?” She shook her head and pointed towards the door, “he just left with Nico a few minutes ago.”

After some convincing, she gave you some regular clothes, jeans and one of Nico’s Hozier shirts. You smiled as you put it on, it still smelled like him.

You left the infirmary in a bit of a rush, passing Austin and Kayla on your way out, they tried to ask you where you were going but you ignored them.

Finally, you had found your boyfriends. “Nico, Will!“ You called after running to them, breathing hard and quick. “Y/n, what are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting.” Will stood up from the wooden bench he was sitting on, while Nico was sitting on the table in-front of him. “I know, I know- but I need to apologize!” You put your hand on his chest and he looked into your eyes.

Will was just so beautiful. He was golden and he held the world in his perfect hands. If only you could express that to him.. You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bench towards Nico.

Nico and Will looked at you as you sat between them, all of you on the same side of the bench. They shared a worried glance and Nico put his hand on your bicep, lightly squeezing you.

“I-“ Your voice cracked, emotion and stress from the best several weeks come to the surface. You looked down and shook your head, trying to swallow down the fear of confessing.

“I’m cursed.” You couldn’t meet their eyes but the sharp intake of breath from Nico and the hum of confusion from Will was enough to bring the heat of shame to your face.

“My family’s been cursed. It goes all the way back to Ancient Greece.” You looked up, but your eyes were dead ahead, you couldn’t look at them- you didn’t want to because you knew they’d leave you.

“Every full moon, I turn into a monster. I’m a werewolf, like in all of those stupid horror movies..” You laughed towards the end of your sentence, your boyfriends had always liked watching werewolf movies and you’d have to swallow down your disgust with each one.

“Oh..” Will’s voice was soft and guilty. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him and tell him nothing is his fault, but you knew that if you did that you’d cry. And you weren’t gonna cry, not today atleast.

You cleared your throat and tried to muster up a smile, “yea.. It kinda sucks.”

Will kissed your shoulder, but it was Nico who spoke up. “Who else knows?” You frowned and looked towards him, eyes burning with tears. “My family, Chiron, and Mr.D,” you didn’t intend on letting anyone else know- yet here you were.

“Is that why you were hurt?” Will asked, you looked towards him and nodded. “When I’m a monster, I can’t think. I didn’t know what I was doing, all I wanted was to be out.”

Will frowned and cupped your cheek, “you’re not a monster, love.” Nico kissed your cheek and you could feel all your emotions coming out.

You let out a sob and hid your face in Will’s shoulder as Nico and Will gave you hushed whispers of reassurance.

“It’s okay.. You’re okay..” But were you? You didn’t know anything- if you were okay or terrified, if you were man or monster. You couldn’t think.

All the thoughts of “why me?” and “I’m sorry” came out as mumbles from you and Will and Nico only shushed you.

Maybe everything wasn’t okay, maybe you weren’t okay- but you’d figure it out. With Nico and Will at your side.

#pjo #pjoverse #pjo x reader #solangleo #poly solangelo #solangelo x reader #werewolf reader #slight angst

[ananke-xiii]

My ranking of SPN seasons (based only on their PLOT) pt. 2

In my previous post I'v covered the following:

15: Season 14

14: Season 15

13: season 7

12: season 3

11: season 6

Let's continue!

10. Season 13: this season was a HUGE disappointment to me. The first 6 episodes are brilliant, the writing is excellent, the actors gave their best performances, the scenes were well thought out, the pacing is slow but keeps the audience interested. The plot is intriguing: the heroes are mouring the death of Castiel while trying to both find a way to find their mother and to take care of Jack. In the meantime, the audience comes to understand that there's a new player in town: The Empty. It's mysterious, it seems evil, it seems total. I'm hooked. However, after episode 6 the plot sort of changes, it's like the first 6 episodes were a completely different season. By the end of season 12 we were already introduced to the existence of a parallel world and after episode 6 of season 13 we kind of explore more of it. The plot goes in that direction: the heroes must go to the alternate universe to save their mother. However, frankly, it's all very messy and overly complicated. I'm usually super pro AU, different timelines, same characters but from parallel realities and the like, but this time I was not engaged. I felt quite let down by this season (which also ends in a ridiculous battle that, once again, undermines everything that was said&done in season 5 but OKAY!).

9. Season 12: this season is a bit of a mystery to me. The main plot is: find Lucifer, consequently find Kelly Kleine and ultimately find Lucifer's son. So far so good. I like it. Clear, linear yet stimulating. The subplot is Mary Winchester and the British Men of Letters. Now, while I enjoyed Mary's character I utterly hated the whole BML arc. Just hated it. That Ketch? I hate him. I have no rational reason to explain why but I really hoped he would be killed off by the end of the season but surprise! He'll stick with us until season 15. Not amused. To be fair, the BML is not really a subplot, more of a parallel plot in that it has no correlation whatsover to the main plot. Also, some crazy shit happens in this season like Dean and Sam get caught by a super special police force, are imprisoned for like 3 months or something? unalive themselves, come back to life by making a reckless deal with Billie the reaper, and then go back to normal and no mention of it all is ever made. Well, okay writers' room. All in all, I gotta say that I place this season here in my ranking because it has some amazing episodes and the ending is a bomb. So I gotta give credit where credit's due.

8. Season 1: hear me out, I know that for some this is an iconic season and, honestly, fair enough. But, as any other season 1 of the majority of TV shows, the plot is not exactly exciting? Sure, we get to know our heroes and their backstories, but there are no allies, no other interesting characters, the 2 heroes seem to be living in a vacuum. The plot is simple, clean and intriguing enough to keep you watching, but it doesn't exactly keep you on your toes.

7. Season 10: oh my, oh my. Season 10. WELL. I have to confess that I hated this season with a passion. This is where I was tempted to stop watching Supernatural. I'll tell you why but first, the plot: Sam and Cas try to save Dean from the Mark of Cain. The subplots? Cas trying to bring angels back to Heaven (?), then the whole Castiel/Claire arc, then again Castiel vs Metatron, the mini and insignificant arc centered on Cole... Many, too many for my taste. The effect is that all these subplots are smoke in the eyes to cover for the total absence of creativity to solve the Mark of Cain plot. HOWEVER, however. Since I hated it with a passion, I've decided to watch some episodes again and to read some meta about it. And I gotta say, I was not paying attention. Sure, the plot is what it is and I won't change my mind about it, but ACTUALLY what happens in this season is that the REAL plot is characters' development, specifically Dean's and, to a lesser degree, Cas's. It also makes more sense if you understand that the whole season is about the Dean-Crowley-Cas love triangle. If you get that, you will enjoy the season. I didn't and, as a result, I didn't quite like it. But I gotta be honest and say that the writing for this season was pretty good. Finally, like season 7, this is a connecting season, it prepares us for season 11 where the real prize is. So, in retrospective, I think it deserves ranking number 7 because it didn't give us anything substantial in terms of events but the characters grow a lot after this season so good for them (and for us).

#supernatural meta #spn analysis #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #crowley #spn season 10 #spn season 13 #spn season 12 #tv series #ranking #supernatural

[ragnvdnir]

─── should the day ever come that we are not together, you will continue to shine like gold, in my memories.

SYNOPSIS (story); after losing his beloved years ago, zhongli was continuously frozen in time. his body was in the present while his heart, mind, and soul was stuck in the past of his golden days. what would he do if he caught a glimpse of his beloved in the present? that same features and mannerisms. would he stay still or finally melt the glacier around him? or, a tale about how a god loved you, a mortal human, and how he lost you as secrets were kept.

SYNOPSIS (chapter); he now goes by the name zhongli in the present. he lives as a funeral parlor consultant. everything was the usual like the day he lost you centuries ago. but wait... is that you in the far distance!?

CHARACTERS; zhongli / rex lapis x gn!reader

WORD COUNT; 1.4k

WARNINGS; none atm, just reincarnation as the concept

NOTE; i know i said that i am in a break because i have been experiencing writer's block, but i just remembered i have an unfinished draft of folklore's prologue in my docs so i decided to challenge myself and finish it. here it is! i cannot guarantee if i can write the next chapter since writer's block is still here. i'll try to finish this story as soon as i can since i am inlove with the plot in mind and i have a lot more of ideas stocked. i hope this chapter's alright though :"DD

TAGLIST; @zuyoo

NOW PLAYING; the lakes by taylor swift “i want auroras and sad prose. i want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'cause i haven't moved in years, and i want you right here.”

Liyue, The Harbor.

Present,

A glorious and normal day in the harbor: shouts of the merchants filled the place, the little kids running around and playing, animals resting, and so on.

If you were to look back at the Liyue Harbor years ago, you would have concluded that this land has been cultivated… a lot. Liyue constantly grows under Rex Lapis' lead. However, it all changed when the Exuvia fell from the heavens… unalive. After that, the citizens of Liyue believed that their Archon had already passed away. Nevertheless, they continued with their lives as if nothing happened.

What they don't know is that he still lives. He's well and alive. He breathes in and out. He continued his life as a mortal, for years and years.

But,

He is frozen in time.

While his dear land and people continued to change, Rex Lapis stayed the same. He remained in the past. The feelings and sorrows remain in him. Everything remains in him.

He is frozen in time as his crestfallen heart longs for someone. He still spends his days hoping that he would get to find a glimpse of them. Hoping that every misery that happened in the past is all a lie. Praying and wishing that this dear someone would come back to him.

Immortality is a curse.

It is a curse that he will forever loathe. Immortality is a curse because you’ll eventually outlive someone within a short time. It maims the most when you watch them with their skin young and clear and then transitioning from there to having wrinkles and gray strands.

An immortal might have been a mortal's whole life but to an immortal's infinite days, a mortal is just once a part of their world.

But to him, It's not like that. Because he stopped functioning the day he lost the one.

He prayed to wake up one day where he's just a normal human who wakes up beside his beloved. Kissing their lips and swooning over their unmatched beauty that rivaled the stars. He prayed to go back in time where only both of them matter. He wished to go back to that spring as their love bloomed along with the blossoms that even glowed in summer.

That summer love...

He continued to reminisce. Those good old days never seem to fade away from him. He remembers everything all too well. He remembers every memory. But… every memory is not a happy one.

There are some memories he wishes he can’t recall burn it. And there are some he never wants to forget that he wants them pinned in his heart. Those are the good memories he wishes to keep as a secret for it is too sacred that he only wants to share them with the person who’s in that memory.

Being too intelligent and having a memory is also a curse if you turn the tables around. It’s a weight of pros and cons. He loathes it. But he also cherishes it.

He, who lived for the hope of it all.

“Mr. Zhongli!” A call from reality made him go back to his senses. He looked around to search for the one who called him. Then, he spotted Hu Tao waving at him. He cleared his throat before he smiled at the young woman.

“Director Hu, How can I help you?” He greeted her warmly as the girl sat across from him.

“Mora for your thoughts?” Hu tao grinned at him and showed him a penny. Zhongli only shook his head at the girl’s antics. He brought the teacup close to his lips and blew it to lessen the hotness of the tea before sipping a little and turning towards Hu Tao.

“Not necessarily, I was just simply thinking about what I should do for the day. How about you, Director Hu? You seem ecstatic today.” He observed how the young woman seemed livelier than the normal days. Zhongli thought something must have happened that resulted in her mood today and it was getting on his curiosity but he doesn't want to push her to admit what it is if she doesn't want to. But of course, It is Hu Tao.

“You noticed! Aiya! Today is indeed a good day! I got myself a pretty friend!” Hu tao cupped her face. She was gleaming with excitement and it made him smile. He was happy for her. After all, people mostly avoid her because of her business tactics. They find her weird.

Some put up with her despite her silliness like Zhongli, but those people can only be counted on fingers. Zhongli sometimes questions her actions but he brushes it off and still cares for her. So, hearing that she got herself a friend was a big deal to her.

“That’s nice, Director Hu. I am ecstatic for you as well.” He replied.

“Really? You know what, you should meet them! They’re fun and nice!”

“Ah, It’s fine—”

“Then it’s all set! We’ll see you at Wanmin Restaurant later when the cloud strikes at golden hour!” Hu tao stood up and ran off somewhere before he could decline her offer. Zhongli could only sigh at himself and continued sipping his tea.

‘I have no choice, I guess.’ He thought as he stood up from his seat and went back to work in the Yansheng Funeral Parlour. ‘Let’s just get this done.’

—

“Mr, Zhongli! You came! Yay!” Hu tao exclaimed as she was seated on a stool in Wanmin Restaurant. The man merely nodded at her and took a seat beside the girl. Then, he turned towards her.

“So, what is your friend like?” Zhongli started as he browsed the menu. Hu tao sighed knowingly and swung her foot.

“Well, they are fun to be with! They are a jolly and a curious person. A person that is naive in a good way! I am sure you will like them.” She snickered as she covered her mouth while her eyes stared at him with a teasing hint on it. The man could only close his eyes and shook his head at her.

“Oh–! That's them! My friend!” Hu Tao stood up from her chair and waved at the person who was approaching them with a grin.

Zhongli turned towards the direction she was waving at. There, he saw a person with a sequined smile plastered on their face. The person waved back at the excited Hu tao. Seeing this, she shook his shoulder. “Mr. Zhongli! That's my friend! They're pretty, right? You're starstruck, hehe.”

He was starstruck? No, his world halted from revolving.

The ever man who never lost his composure was now having his soft lips parted as he gaped at the sight of the person. His eyes glowed. His heart beating after being buried dead.

The man who was once frozen in time now melts. The glacier ice that surrounded him defrosted as the person neared him every second as if they're the summer sun that changed his forever winter upside down.

As if being drowned for a long time, his breath hitched as the person now stood in front of him.

'That face…'

This caused him to stand on his feet as he gaped at the sight. His eyes blinking in disbelief and lips opening as if trying to say something but no words came out. He was baffled. His mind was in a labyrinth of questions and emotions.

“Hu Tao! Hello—” The person was cut off when Zhongli approached them and raised his hand as he let his fingers touch their face as salt water managed to cascade down a line on his cheeks, leaving a tear stain on his sculpture-like face.

“This face, my dearest love…” His voice shook along with his fingers that caressed their face. A crystalline tear. An eye that tells a lot of memories. The palm of a freezing hand. A heart that cried out.

“(name)?”

Zhongli whispered longingly as his tapestry mended. He was breathless. He came back alive. He was now once frozen. The time passed by for everyone else and he won't know it because by heart, mind, body and soul, he was still there, right where he was left.

Now that a familiar face that he forgot despite his great memory showed up, what would he do? Will he just let the time pass by them again or will he wake up in the daylight after shutting down for centuries as the golden days ended him?

“You're finally back..”

MASTERLIST | NEXT

END NOTE; ill update when i update ig😭 i really want to write but like writer's block is staring at me and i am busier in school since i am in my graduating years already 🥹🤌

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[wrathfulmercy]

Similarities I found in towl about the way I write Rick part 1

Obviously these are all just my opinions and interpretations but I wanted to share them since I write Rick since 2019 now and had all these things in my head before the series even released. Beware! Spoilers for episode 1 underneath the cut! And tw: heavy topics and long text

- Rick mentions his father was a farmer (what I didn’t expect cause I always imagined him being a sheriff or something too) and that he got disappointed by him as he bluntly lied into Rick’s face. He did it to protect the family in his point of view, but Rick was shocked and hurt by the dishonesty. I always imagined Rick’s father as someone who drastically damaged his general trust and “helped” develop Rick’s trust issues and lack of self esteem cause when he couldn’t trust his father, he wonders if he himself is someone to trust or who will sooner or later be like his father and lets people down. (To be fair I imagined his father as a strict asshole xD but that’s just overdramatizing it for writing purposes and cause it fits to my rick)

- At the beginning of the episode Rick tries to kill himself or at least has suicidal thoughts he doesn’t go through with. I always imagined Rick as someone who struggles or struggled with some kind of self harm (simply because I feel so similar to him that it would fit) and that for him it was more or less a blessing as the world fell to change his auto aggression into external aggression he could let out on the walkers or someone else. Many of you know I studied psychology and know a lot about it from myself as well and in the past self harm was often mistaken with suicide attempts in treatment. It’s not the same! People who self harm often don’t want to die, they self harm because they want to keep themselves under control so they don’t kill themselves. Self harm and suicidal tendencies are not the same! Some people self harm to feel alive again, to feel themselves again (that’s why mindfulness in therapy is such a big topic), to control their overwhelming feelings or to feel the pain in a physical way instead of the emotional way (cause you can somehow control physical pain by treating it - a wound for example that’s why many people who self harm take extra good self care of it - but you can’t control emotional pain. I describe Rick often as a control freak and even if I think that in this scene his suicidal tendencies were indeed real, it showed definitely a part of him I always expected while others often told me like “what Rick? Never would he think about suicide or self harm”. Oh yes he does. He likes the pain and thrives from it cause it makes him feel alive. Thats why he goes absolutely savage without a second thought cause he can let it out there and fight like a monster and it doesn’t even bother him cause he only feels alive then. You can even see how his look changes and he comes back to life after he cut himself and realizes what he was doing. Great acting as well! Cause often you end a dissociative moment where you could easily unalive yourself by inflicting pain so you come back to reality then and often you can’t even remember how you got there. Thats why people who blame others for suicide cause “it’s selfish” are absolutely in the wrong too cause no one in the right mind would do it if they would be able to think that far in that moment. You’re not cause you’re in an absolute exceptional circumstance where your brain chemicals are not working anymore. Pain or the caused adrenaline after it can help bringing it back. Sorry for the Ted talk.

- he writes (love) letters to Michonne and I always imagined him as a reader and writer who likes poetry and wouldn’t only write beautiful letters but also nice poems for the ones he loves. He’s a romantic and I’m glad they showed that. (And yes again I feel so connected to him that since I write, I thought he has to write too haha)

- He admits to Michonne in the dream sequence that he’s late and I always imagined him as an over sleeper due to his insomnia and someone who sometimes is a bit tardy. Even if he tries desperately to be a morning person to get things done, he needs a lot of strong coffee and some time to pass before he functions and talks properly (and yes he loves staying in bed all day). He’s still super reliable and will always be there when you need him, but it might happen he is a bit late 🤣 and the insomnia and nightmares from his ptsd? Also well represented.

- In my head he always was a sweet tooth and a junk food lover and surprise: we got the pizza quote and how much he loves that xD

Bonus:

Also do I have to mention how I imagined the crm working with the ranks and everything years ago with my partners already? Also the A and B thing? My first verse for my OC Alex was the crm and I created her when I first wrote Rick in that world, imagining a character like her fitting there perfectly and teaming up with him. How funny that Thorne exactly fits that badass female character and how she is played by the love interest actress of the face I used for Alex. 🤣 damn I was so close with getting her actress right as well.

#hey welcome to my Ted talk about Rick which could easily be a book #tw self harm #headcanon #tw suicide #spoilers #this is obviously just my interpretation don’t come at me! #but in the past I always hold these headcanons back cause I was scared people come at me for it #but now I always love to read them from others so I thought I might share mine #also if my writing partners find other similarities please let me know I love when we find these together #man this is way too long and nearly embarrassing #that’s why I never do this xD #sorry to everyone reading it 🤣🤣🤣 #tell me to never do it again and I won’t otherwise you get that every week now

[number5theboy]

god i feel like i've sent so many asks to you but you have a very nice logical way of putting things into words so have another ask i guess:

i cant wrap my head around the writers intentions for reginald. s1 was so reliant on him being incredibly smart and working behind the scenes of everything, and to extent this carried onto s2. but if his plan for the kids all along was oblivion and the seven bells then why:

did he drug and brainwash the kid with the most destructive ability when he knew that even specially trained soldiers couldnt match the guardians. i guess this is a bit of a meh point as viktor didnt need his power to stand on a star but still...

did he purposefully stunt the umbrellas but let the sparrows develop to a higher level of expertise with their powers. if he needs to fight the guardians, and thinks they may die in the process, then fully train your soldiers instead of handicapping them.

did he let five get so arrogant and out of control to the point where he ran out of the house at thirteen never to be seen (by reginald) again. the second he loses even one of those kids his entire plan falls apart, youd think hed have a tighter hold on things.

did he try to keep the academy after bens death. related to the above point, maybe he does have a way to reach five (televator?) but ben is still dead and i imagine dragging a dead body into oblivion would be difficult. ben would have been a rotten corpse by the time reginald finally took the umbrellas to oblivion, not in a fit state to be transported to a battleground through a thin walkway. plus the siblings would probably get suspicious at this point, maybe even back out completely.

did he even stop at 7. i get that he doesnt like kids and at a certain point theres too many to control, but dude needs a backup plan. he lost 2/7 in a scenario where losing even one means total failure. also, it was always a possibility that someone could die in oblivion, so why kill klaus and only take 7 in the first place.

did he unalive himself in s1. if he needs to operate the machine in oblivion for this to work, and hes stunted klaus to the point where he doesnt even know how to summon ghosts... what was his plan... what was he going to tell klaus in the day that was... what could klaus have even done at that point. (and he was 100% dead bc klaus found him in the void)

whats the point of freezing abigail on the moon, and sending luther to protect her, if your just going to rewrite the universe entirely... full offense to reg but luthers mission was entirely pointless.

if you can rewrite the universe.. bring back your old planet... why stay on earth.

ik this is a lot and i dont expect you to have the answers to any of these but s1 set up so many questions and we're 3 seasons in and theyve only been added too and contradicted? i feel like having a villain with understandable motivations is a pretty big part of a successful story. and reg is so complicated, and the implications that he does have feelings of guilt or affection towards the kids (giving viktor the violin that his dead wife left him, talking to luther under his favourite tree and the almost affection when he finds out luther found his unopened packages, everything about retraining klaus in s3)

again, sorry this is so long and out of the blue, i just want to idk vocalise how stupid this set up feels, like the writers are backing themselves into a corner they dont know how to get out of..

Anon, I can Ockham's razor all of this really quick for you: the writers did not fucking know about Oblivion or the seven bells or anything remotely like that when they wrote Season 1. That's why everything seems stupider in retrospect now. I wish I could offer some deeper explanation to your very eloquent and valid questions, but sometimes the answer is just 'this is a show written season by season by different writing teams that clearly do not get enough time to go back and study the existing canon in order to craft a coherent narrative, which is why everything is off the rails now'. I often mourn the show we could have had if Season 2 had properly built on what was set up in Season 1 instead of going full light entertainment.

I think that Reginald is an incredibly compelling character anchored by a truly great performance by Colm Feore, but also that they keep using Reginald whatever way fits them best depending on the season, and by this point it has become jumbled and contradictory, which is such a shame.

I really would love to discuss your questions, but it would always circle back to 'this makes no sense anymore because there was no overarching story plan by that point in time that would let the writers know about bloody project Oblivion'. I'm with you on the fact that this set-up feels stupid. It's becoming really difficult to care about consistency in the story if half the things happening each season are forgotten by the writers in the following.

#Replies #Anonymous #Negativity #i guess #i hope this isn't disappointing i just have no real talking point here because it is so clear that the bells are a retcon #if that's the right word #they were inserted back into a narrative that didn't originally contain them is what i'm trying to say

[puckluckie]

Jumping on the grimy AU bandwagon (X, X, X, X). For those unfamiliar, the idea is to spin the wheel on this AU generator and write some flash fic.

I was feeling kind of stuck on my kinkfest fics, and I wanted to shift to something different for a little while. I’m hoping it will help the fest fics feel fresh when I shift back.

This was an interesting exercise, because I’m not an extremely grimy writer by nature, so it was fun to push my brain in a different direction. With that being said, please be aware that if you choose to read on, there are definitely a whole host of problematic themes within, including but not limited to dubcon.

In a world where humans live in an uneasy alliance with vampires, it’s advantageous for a hockey team to have a good vampire on their roster because vampires never get hurt. Unless something ~happens to them, they can play as long as the league rules allow.

The NHL only allows one vampire per team, and the Pens haven’t had one since Jagr (take your pick on what happened to him… maybe the league says that vampires can only play for X number of years or have to rotate to another team after X number of years, maybe he decided to move on, maybe something else). Competition for talented vamps is high because they’re so valuable.

Evgeni Malkin was never able to make an escape to the US, so he tears it up in the KHL for a few years until he gets turned. Anti-vampire sentiment in Russia is extreme, so not only can Malkin no longer play in the KHL, he’s lucky to get out of Russia alive (or unalive, as it were).

The Pens are desperate to have him (either they didn’t draft him or they no longer have any claim to him now that he’s a vampire). Teams have been known to throw in all kinds of sweeteners when attempting to get a vampire under contract. When young players show a lot of talent and are clearly headed for the NHL, they are often kept pure to offer as gifts when negotiating contracts with vamps. Their status as a player doesn’t change, but the vampire gets to decide what to do with their virginity and their blood.

Sid has been destined for greatness since he was a child, so he’s known his whole life what that might mean. Still, there’s some part of him that hopes that now that he’s played for the Pens for a few years, he’s proved himself to be too valuable to be given to a vampire. There are stories all across the league of it going horribly wrong (or, as some rumors have it, horribly right) — of players being bled dry or injured or even turned. Maybe the Pens won’t want to take that chance with him.

But Malkin’s the best vampire prospect to come along in years, so of course the Pens offer Sid up on a silver platter. When it comes time for his first night with Malkin, Sid goes in with a lot of bravado — it’s not like he hasn’t known this was coming. But he’s scared. He doesn’t want to get hurt, he doesn’t want to die, he doesn’t want to end up a vampire himself. He wants to play hockey. He wants to see his family again. Malkin is freshly turned. If he does choose to drink from Sid, will he even know when to stop?

Once they’re left alone, Malkin looks at Sid, and his eyes go black. He starts to touch Sid and take off his clothes, and when he puts his mouth on Sid’s skin, Sid can feel the scrape of fangs. It’s clear that Malkin understands little to no English, so Sid tries not to be too ashamed when he starts whimpering, begging, his heart pounding in his chest: Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t change me. Please don’t kill me. Please —

His cock, underneath Malkin’s hand, is hard. Malkin opens his lips over Sid’s throat.

Humans and merpeople have been at war since before before the longest memory of the oldest story. Of course, the mer can’t reach humans on land and humans have only ventured so deep into the ocean, so most of each population are entrenched far inland or in the depths of the sea. However, skirmishes along the coastlines are frequent.

Sid’s community of selkies consider themselves neutral, being both part human and part creatures of the sea. Unless they choose to get involved, both the humans and the mer leave them alone.

One day, Sid is in his human form because (*spins wheel*) he’s visiting human friends on land/he’s in love with someone on land/sometimes his fur just gets itchy okay, and he likes to feel the sun on his human skin. As he’s returning to the rocky beach near the ocean where he hid his pelt, he’s kidnapped by a group of warrior mer and dragged out to sea. He begs for his life, insisting that he’s a selkie, not a human. “Look human to me,” they say.

To Sid’s surprise, he isn’t killed but instead brought to some sort of prison far from land. It’s built from a ship that the mer had captured from humans long ago and Sid learns that it connects to/sits on top of structures underneath that are part of the mer colony. There are other people there, and most of them aren’t in great shape, but they’re fed and clothed and supplied with fresh water. Some of them even seem to be acting as guards, and it’s one of those who take Sid below deck and throw him in a cabin.

The next time the door to his cabin opens, Sid is shuffled into a room with the other prisoners, where they’re given some fish or seafood to eat (Sid’s a selkie, so it’s just fine with him). There isn’t much conversation, but Sid tries to ask the person sitting next to him a few questions.

Why are the guards working with the mer to help keep them prisoner? “So they don’t have to do what we have to do.”

And what do we have to do? “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Sid does find out. He’s taken to another room on the prison ship, one that sits at sea level, that has an underwater entrance that flows up into a basin on one side of the room. The guard has him strip and sit in a chair in the middle of the room, with his feet/ankles bound to the floor and his hands tied behind his back. He’s left alone, and it’s clear from looking around the room what its purpose is. There’s a pallet on the floor with more restraints, and a number of other implements with obvious uses.

And the thing is —

Sid has seen merpeople. As a seal darting through the water, he’s seen them fucking and pleasuring each other and themselves. He’s seen the way the secret slits in their tails spread open, revealing frilled openings to deep clefts or any manner of hidden cocks. Some are long and thin like eels, some are fat with multiple heads, some defy easy description. Sid’s not even really sure if they each have one type of reproductive organs, or if every one of the mer has every kind of cunt and cock it’s possible to have. He’s always been a little curious.

But not like this.

Still, maybe if he cooperates, he can convince one of the mer to help him escape. He already feels the phantom-limb loss of his pelt, and he’s terrified about what might happen to it if he leaves it too long on the shore.

Before Sid can think about it much more, one of the mer pops up in the basin that connects the room to the ocean outside. He has a long face, full lips, and warm eyes that rake over Sid’s body hungrily. His teeth, when he smiles wolfishly, are pointed.

Sid sets his jaw and spreads his knees.

Even though the NHL likes a hard-hitting game, outcry over the injuries caused by unbonded alphas finally forces a change in policy. All alphas must be bonded in order to play.

It’s a minor emergency for the Pens, whose brash captain, Geno Malkin, doesn’t have a bondmate. “Don’t want one,” he insists. “I’m not hurt anyone.” And while that’s technically true — he’s never inflicted the kind of injury that’s the root of the problem — it doesn’t change the rule. Bonding levels out an alpha’s pheromones, and it gives them an outlet during rut.

So the team has to find an omega for him, and they find — Sid. Geno first meets him in a conference room, where all the interested parties sit down to review and sign the contracts. He looks young, almost too young, in an ill-fitting suit and an expression on his face like he’s trying to imitate everyone around him. “Is he even legal?” Geno blurts out.

Sid’s businesslike demeanor flickers for a moment, and he shoots Geno a withering look and says, “I’m almost twenty.”

It probably should have been a clue.

But Mario steps in and smooths it over. They’ve thoroughly vetted Sid, and he’s definitely legal with no skeletons in his closet. That — plus the fact that he’s got an ass that won’t quit and knows a lot about hockey — is good enough for Geno. He just wants to get this all over with anyway. He signs.

They have to fuck to bond, of course, but it’s pretty quick and perfunctory. It probably should have been another clue when Sid looks at Geno after it’s over and says, “Is that the best you can do?”

Geno chooses to ignore his tone and take it as a flirtatious, sexy challenge, because no, that hadn’t been his best work. Little does he know that he won’t get the chance to prove himself any time soon.

Because when they move in together, it’s a nightmare. For Sid, the arrangement is a means to an end. He’s furious that he (and other omegas) can’t play in the NHL, so he found a way to get close to people on the inside. In fact, he couldn’t imagine that it would turn out so well, that he’d be bonded to a team captain. And he starts pestering Geno about it endlessly.

The thing is (as Geno tells him), Geno is there to play hockey, not make political statements. He’s from Russia, for fuck’s sake, and he has lots of family and friends there. His parents are there. If he ever wants to see them again, he can’t be seen publicly advocating for omega rights. Some of his charitable contributions go to omega-rights organizations, but he can’t go any farther than that.

So Geno’s stuck living with this surly omega who’s alternately trying to wheedle his way into getting on the ice and practically hissing and spitting at Geno from the corners of the room. Geno asks if he can break the bond and the contract — and sure, of course he can, it’s technically possible. But he can’t play until he bonds to someone else, and the team will have to start over with finding a suitable omega, doing background checks, negotiating contracts. It would really be much better to wait until the next offseason, unless Geno really can’t handle it.

Geno sighs. He can handle it.

It’s all settled into a strained truce until November, when the Pens have a three-day break in their schedule with no travel. Like he usually does, Geno plans to use it as an opportunity to pause his suppressants and have a quick rut (because long-term use of suppressants without allowing a rut isn’t good for medical, hand-wavey reasons). He doesn’t plan to involve Sid at all. He’s gotten through plenty of ruts just fine on his own, after all.

Still, he gives Sid a heads-up, and Sid just snorts and says, “It’s really fucked up that the NHL plans it so you knotheads don’t have to go more than three months without rutting out, and I can’t even get on the ice.”

Geno sighs. “It’s not for rut.”

“Isn’t it?” Sid asks, arching an eyebrow.

“No,” Geno snaps back, but with less conviction than before. It’s just how the schedule works out a few times a year. Right?

When Geno starts waning his meds, he can’t help but notice the signs in Sid, the way he’s twitchy and flushed, eyes bright and feverish. He’s going into heat. Geno can smell it.

“You don’t suppress?” he asks, aghast.

Sid’s glaring daggers at him, but there’s something else there now. A different kind of molten darkness that Geno’s never seen before — not to mention the way his gaze keeps flickering down to Geno’s shoulders, his mouth, his groin. “Of course I’m on suppressants, but we’re bonded now.”

“Oh.” Geno hadn’t thought of that. Of course his rut would trigger a heat for Sid, and vice versa.

When he refocuses, Sid isn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’s staring at the way Geno’s cock is starting to chub up in his shorts. “Yeah, so now I’ve gotta go into heat because you’re so hard up for it that you can’t go more than a month or two without knotting your fist.” His eyes snap up. “And if you want to knot anything else, you’d better make it worth my time.”

(With the caveat that “rich men are bad people” doesn’t feel much like an AU...)

The ritual occurs when an NHL captaincy passes from one player to another. The outgoing captain publicly claims the new, marking him as next in line. It is the responsibility of the team to determine the venue and the audience. Some ceremonies are small and intimate, with only a few witnesses. Some are exclusive, invite-only affairs. Some have a limited number of tickets that sell at exorbitant prices.

Sid wasn’t surprised when his own claiming ceremony was one of the largest in history. Super Mario passing the mantle to Sid the Kid called for something extravagant. Five thousand tickets were printed, not even a full third of the capacity of the Igloo. It drove prices sky-high. Sid couldn’t say that he’d looked forward to it, but he knew all along that it was an inescapable stop on the path to living his dream.

It’s worth it, in the end: Sid enjoys years of success as captain of the Penguins, bringing home multiple Stanley Cups, not to mention a host of personal accolades. He’s a few years past thirty when Evgeni Malkin is drafted, and it’s more than another year after that before Malkin is there with the team. Sid knows what people have been saying — the Pens will always be in the mix as long as Sid is playing, but team is aging, the window is closing — and then Malkin gives them a shot in the arm. They’re serious contenders again.

Off the ice, Malkin is quiet and reserved. Sid, being the consummate captain, goes out of his way to make Malkin feel comfortable, to get him acclimated to the team. Malkin gets better at speaking English, comes out of his shell. Becomes part of the beating heart of the team. He and Sid grow closer.

Their romance starts the season before Sid retires. It’s clandestine, and it’s real. And very, very forbidden. The Captain’s Claim is one thing. To actually be in love with a man? To desire him? That’s something else entirely.

As Sid’s playing career draws to a close, it’s abundantly clear who will succeed him as captain. At the start of his final season, there’s a meeting with the team brass, Sid, and Geno, and there’s a Malkin jersey on the table with a C on the shoulder. Geno’s face goes stony, and he shoves it back. “Don’t want,” he says shortly, then he storms from the room.

Sid watches him in shock, then he turns to Mario. “I’ll talk to him,” he promises.

When he does, Geno says that he doesn’t want to go through with the ceremony. He loves Sid, and he’s not going to let the team make a mockery of them by having them fuck in front of a crowd of thousands.

Sid is shocked. No one knows about them, he assures Geno, and Mario would never do that if he knew the truth. It’s just a tradition. He tells Geno that he’ll talk to Mario to see if they can do a small ceremony with as much privacy as possible. Geno reluctantly agrees.

When Sid does approach Mario, he flatly declines, telling Sid that they’re going to sell out PPG and the claim will take place at center ice. Sid is shocked. “You knew this was coming, Sid,” Mario tells him. “Your Captain’s Claim is going to bring in more money for this organization than any other ceremony in history. And it’s going to be Geno, or it’s going to be someone else.”

And Sid wants Geno to be captain. No one deserves it more than him, and he knows that deep down, Geno wants it too. So they’ll just have to do it. There’s no way he’s letting some ridiculous ceremony stand in the way.

Sid is Zhenya Malkin’s biggest fan.

It’s easy, once Sid falls down the rabbit hole of social media and gossip blogs, to learn more than he probably should: what restaurants he’s been spotted at, where he lives, and the rumors that while he’s obviously on suppressants, he uses an exclusive, high-end alpha service for any breakthrough heats.

Because that’s the thing: Malkin is living the life that Sid had always dreamed of himself, but hadn’t quite been able to achieve. He’s an omega playing in the NHL.

It’s not really stalking to read publicly available information about your hero, right? And it’s definitely not stalking to go to games, or even to the practice rink. Lots of people do that, and stand in the autograph line afterwards. It’s not like Sid is one of those people who’s there to get something signed to sell. He’s a real fan. Besides, Malkin doesn’t even do the autograph thing as much as some of the other players. It’s totally hit or miss.

When some of Sid’s friends are looking for a new place to go for dinner, it’s also not stalking for Sid to suggest one of the restaurants he’d read online is one of Malkin’s favorites. The comments underneath the post had said that the food was really good. He ignores his friends’ skeptical looks when he says that he’s always wanted to try sushi. It’s not like Malkin is even there anyway. And so what if Sid grabs a takeout menu and starts stopping in every week or so. He’d ended up liking the sushi more than he could have ever imagined.

And look, the reason Sid has the alpha pheromone spray is because he works late shifts sometimes, and it’s not always safe for omegas to be out alone at night. It’s a safety precaution. It doesn’t last very long, and he doesn’t think that it would fool anyone who really scented him, but it’s enough to mask his natural omega scent and get home.

The confluence of everything is a coincidence, really. Sid is starving after his shift, so he’s darting into the sushi place less than half an hour before it closes to pick up something to take home. Because it’s late and he’s heading into a more populated part of the city, Sid had spritzed himself down with he pheromone spray before leaving work.

When he reaches the restaurant, Malkin is walking out as he’s walking in.

Malkin’s nostrils flare as he gets close, and his head snaps sharply in Sid’s direction.

Sid is too shocked to do anything other than nod as they pass. He arrives at the host stand short of breath, his pulse rabbit-fast. Had he — had he actually caught Malkin’s eye? That’s something that Sid has imagined, obviously, but never considered to be an actual possibility. After all, Malkin’s an omega, and Sid is an omega…

Who smells like an alpha. It’s the pheromone spray. It has to be, doesn’t it?

So Sid starts going to more games, more practices. He stands in the autograph line after every one. He gets sushi two or three times a week, and tries putting himself at other places Malkin’s been rumored to go, other restaurants and stores and bars, which he normally hates to navigate as an omega on his own. And he does do all of it alone, because he knows now that he’s crossing a line.

He orders a case of pheromone spray online.

And it’s working.

One day, when Sid’s sitting on the glass at practice and Malkin is standing on the other side, lined up and waiting to do a drill, Sid watches him take a deep breath through his nose, then another through his mouth, pulling the air past his tongue. The next week, he drives along the autograph line, and he looks Sid right in the eye and breathes in deep as he takes a puck from his hand to sign.

The first word he says to Sid is at Giant Eagle, the one that Sid has started shopping at even though it’s nowhere near his home. When their paths cross in front of the frozen meals, Malkin nods at him and says, “Hi.”

Sid responds in turn, playing the part of the confident alpha. He doesn’t pause or break stride, and he hopes he’s not imagining the weight of Malkin’s eyes on him.

He’s not even sure exactly what he’s going to do if this all — turns into more. He can’t hide the fact that he doesn’t have a knot. But he daydreams about catching Malkin at the start of a breakthrough heat, when he’d be so delirious that he might not care that he was getting fucked with a knotting toy instead of the real thing, and Sid has plenty of those. He jerks off furiously thinking about it.

One night, everything seems to be falling into place: Sid’s stopped by a bar that Malkin is known to frequent, and he’s actually there. What’s more, it looks like he’s approaching Sid, who feels flushed and shaky with nerves.

Malkin buys him a drink. “I’m see you around, yes?”

It’s obvious that he’s trying to chat Sid up, but Sid just feels — strange, more than he can blame on being nervous or half a beer. Eventually, he apologizes, saying that he might be coming down with something.

“I think — maybe heat?” Malkin suggests.

Shit. “No, I’m not —” Sid starts, but Malkin cuts him off with a look.

“You think I can’t tell?” he asks.

Sid stares at him in shock. “But I — I tried to —” he argues, but he’s slicking up and his head is spinning, and there’s no way he’s not going to start catching the attention of every alpha in the room soon. “Fuck, I need to get out of here.”

“Where you live?” Malkin asks.

And that’s how Sid ends up gagging around his favorite dildo while Malkin shoves the knot of it past his lips.

#strolls in late with grimy AUs #I meant to be done with this last week sometime but then life happened #stuff I wrote

[shieracarter]

Something I'm intrigued by and very confused about is how does the Hawkman (2002-2006) run and the Blackest Night/Brightest Day events fit into the most recent Hawk canon?

The Metal series established that during the 20th century, Carter and Shiera were married and were involved in discovering the secrets of the Dark Multiverse. Carter then went into the Multiverse and disappeared, later to be brought back as the Dragon of Barbatos. After that was concluded, the story of the 2018 Hawkman run started.

Shiera died sometime after Carter disappeared and was then reincarnated as Shayera in Thanagar (and I guess one could include the Hawkworld storylines, with some retcons and adjustments, in this timeline?). Carter, while still being lost in the Dark Multiverse, was also reincarnated as Katar, who ended up dying fighting Despero. As we know, Carter and Shayera were then reunited in the last Hawkman run.

Kendra, for her part, was born/reincarnated as the other half of Shiera on Earth, was apart of the Blackhawks, was involved in the Metal event and became a member of the JL.

THAT'S THE NEW POST-REBIRTH CANON! Now on to the old one...

There was no Dark Multiverse storyline so Carter and Shiera only died when they were merged with Katar's soul in the Zero Hour event.

Then in the JSA (1999) book Carter is brought back from the "nether-realm" where Shiera's soul was also trapped before she reincarnated in Kendra when she tried to "unalive" herself.

At least 2 other circumstances that don't add up with the new canon are the meeting between Shayera and Carter in the Hawkman (2002-2006) run, where Shay initially mistakes Carter for Katar and Shayera's death in the Rann-Thanagar War (2005) series. Keep in mind that before Rebirth, Shiera and Shayera were 2 separate people while now they are reincarnations of one another.

SO when did the whole story with Kendra and Carter actually happen? In a parallel universe, while Carter was stuck in the Dark Multiverse? Is it not considered canon anymore? Do the writers get to pick and choose if they want to acknowledge it?

#hawkman #hawkwoman #hawkgirl #dc comics #me: how confusing do you want canon to get? dc:...yes #the savage hawkman story got retconned (thank god) so was this also retconned? then why is kendra mad at carter for “”leaving“” her? #does kendra have a daughter in the new canon? did she ever tried to unalived herself? #no one is gonna answer me but if i'm missing something pls let me know #text

[yugiohio]

I'm rewatching all of the TOS movies. Right now I'm on the search for Spock and I think I can say for sure that this MAY be my favorite classic Trek movie. It's between this and Undiscovered Country. Saavik best boi, let's start there. David and Saavik are forsure flirting and I'm like...yeah sure okay we're doing this I guess. They cute or whatever. I think they're still monitoring Genesis and their captain is honestly the most annoying person one could know. This man can't even say the word 'risk', he simply cannot tempt fate or some such scary nigga shit. I love that the plot line of Admiral Files His Nails Laying Down chasing after the Enterprise is almost immediately dropped after Kirk'n'crew make it out of space dock. One thing this movie and TWOK shows is that there are definite consequences to Kirk's actions and that he's made quite a few enemies over the years. That tracks.

Baby Spock going into pon farr isn't actually real, we all imagined it. The Enterprise is a bad bitch, you can't kill her even if you input self destruct codes from three high ranking officers. The first time I watched this I didn't pay attention to the fact that Uncle Fester killed David Marcus. That's wild. Also the fact that intergalactic battles sometimes come down to one on one first fights is kind of endearing, sometimes you really gotta put the hands to somebody for them to understand where you're coming from. Kirk is no stranger to this, he has punched almost every kind of creature in the known universe.

I. HAVE. HAD. ENOUGH OF. YOUUUUUUU.

I'm kinda high so I can't remember if they explained just how Baby Spock's nonexistent pon farr was affecting the planet's weather? Also did Kirk just fuckin destroy Genesis planet?!?! Bro why you be fuckin up????? He really came to retrieve Spock's body and destroy a miracle planet and he already retrieved Spock's body. Yet another time Kirk has not notified someone's next of Kin when they've passed. PRIORITIES JAMES T.! PRIORITIES !

It's nice that McCoy feels sentimental about having Spock back but you would think that if he truly cared for his friend he would cut the space bigot act. Also Spock was bout to knock him tf out one time (he was basically feral but whatever it counts, it was his true feeling) for calling him slurs, I refuse to believe he still talks to him like this. Anyway Elder Elder Sarek is kinda hot don't judge me just pray. I reeeeaaaaallllyyy wish the writers had at least tried to work Uhura into the script. They couldve cut back and forth to show how she was keeping Starfleet from finding the Enterprise, Sarek granting her diplomatic immunity, her asking questions about what exactly they'll do when they get Spock back and then Sarek just dumping exposition all over the place. It would have WORKED. Cut the fake, not real pon farr scene and you have room for at least one (1) of the scenarios I just listed. Anyway fuck them writers for that.

McCoy accepts the danger because what tf else was he gon do??? Just live with Spock's consciousness inside of him?? No one man could handle that big juicy katra, free my king from your human shell Leonard. The ceremony and the subsequent resurrection of Spock just hits me straight in my heart I can't even lie. Sarek wouldn't say that Kirk purposefully sacrificed his ship and his son as that is an illogical conclusion, Sarek knows these are things that happened because they had to (or not if Kirk had just like not).

Spock and Kirk reuniting, nobody move nobody touch me. The needs of the one, outweighs the needs of the many...I have been and ever shall be your friend...ship? Out of danger? Jim. Your name is Jim. *sobs* Everyone is so happy to see him but all he can do is look at Jim. Sorry I love this movie a lot and you'll have to pry from my well moisturized unalive hands

#star trek the search for spock #tsfs #star trek #tos #spock #james t. kirk #leonard mccoy #bones mccoy #uhura #chekov #sulu #scotty #the enterprise #starfleet #text post #this has been in my drafts for an entire year lmao #i still feel the same #i fuckin love tsfs #it was great and we should talk about it all the time #i lied its only been in here since april but same thing its fuckin November bro fight me

[kudosmyhero]

Daredevil: The Man Without Fear #3

Read Date: November 23, 2022 Cover Date: December 1993 ● Writer: Frank Miller ● Penciler: John Romita, Jr. ● Inker: Al Williamson ● Colorist: Christie Scheele ● Letterer: Joe Rosen ● Editors: Ralph Macchio ◦ Pat Garrahy ●

HERE BE SPOILERS

Reactions As I Read: ● opening right up where the last issue left off--with Elektra jumping off a snowy cliff and Matt jumping in after her. ● his hair is a really pale red in this series… more strawberry blond than ginger or auburn. ● daaaamn… that was cold, Elektra. literally and figuratively. ● at least he got his sunglasses back. somehow. ● he's pissed. get 'er, Matt. get 'er! ● "Is there anything she's bad at?" I dunno… empathy, for starters. ● did he just unalive that guard? that's a biiiig drop. ● the guard made an "uhnnff" when he landed on the grand piano… but that could have just been air being forced from his lungs on impact. that's what I'm going with. ● nope, never mind. he's speaking. it's wobbly, but it's speech. ● Elektra looks like she'd be at home taking calls for the Ghostbusters. ● tighty whities ● wha? damn she's got a nerve ● i suppose Foggy gets to clean all that up ● "it smells like sex in here" - Foggy, probably ● Elektra hears voices? huh. I mean, not surprising. ● "Got you--" are ya sure about that, buddy? she's already taken out half your crew. ● "I <3 NY" - ha! ● Stick! ● "It's bad enough you failed me. I won't have you joining the enemy. I'll kill you first. So stay away from Elektra." - totally heard that in Scott Glenn's voice ● ?! Matt--*sputters*--you think Elektra is an angel? oh honey, you're gone, aren't you ● at least Elektra has some remorse for what she's doing to Matt ● "You're everything I need, Elektra. Everything I've ever wanted." ● "I killed five men last week. Actually, one of them was a woman." ● pretty much sums up what I know of these two's relationship ^_^ ● she's trying to explain, Matt. you just don't want to hear what you don't want to hear. ● ok, she's gone. for now. ● gasp is that… ● …is that… ● KINGPIN!

Synopsis: Elektra is falling from the cliff. She crashes through the ice and into the water. Matt jumps in after her. He is trying to find her underwater, but cannot. He rushes to the surface to get a breath. As he does he can hear Elektra laughing as she speeds away in her car. Matt gets home, drenched and pissed. Foggy tells him where she lives.

Matt show up at Elektra’s mansion. There is a party going on and security is tight. Matt manages to sneak through the grounds and gets into Elektra’s room. He feels all of her first place trophies for swimming, track, aikido, kendo, karate… Matt starts down the hall and a dog charges him. He kicks the dog and then kicks a guard through the window. Beneath the window is a room of glass where the party is being help. Elektra is playing the piano. The guard crashes through the glass ceiling and right onto the piano. Elektra never stops playing. The guards take aim and fire up at the window where Matt is standing. He takes off running. Matt is upset with himself for breaking the rules again. Matt is shot as he makes his mistake.

Matt is back at his apartment. He is cleaning up his gunshot wound blocking out his senses to keep conscious. When he stops the bleeding and lets the world back in, he realizes he isn't alone, and it isn't Foggy. Foggy is at the door locked out. Matt says to give him a minute. Twenty minutes later Foggy is sitting at the door and Elektra walks out. Foggy walks in and the place is a mess and Matt is sitting on the floor with a smile on his face.

Elektra is in the city. She sees a group of 5 gangbangers who she overhears them bragging about what they've done to innocent women. She lures them into a dark alley. The block off the way out and she begins to undress. She promises not to scream. Two of them go to hold her while another pulls out a knife to cut off what little clothes she has left on. She kicks him in his junk and knees him in the jaw, snapping a vertebrae and killing him instantly. The others attack but eventually she kills all of them.

Elektra and Matt are training together, falling more and more in love. Matt can’t even concentrate in class. One night Stick wakes Matt up and threatens him. Tells Matt to stay away from Elektra, that she is dangerous. Matt doesn't listen though. Unfortunately, not long after, Elektra's father is killed and she must leave Matt. He doesn't understand, he only knows his heart is broken.

Don Rigoletto is meeting with his men. They are complaining that they are being out competed. Rigoletto refuses to murder children, or cater to unholy perversions, nor will they flood their streets with crack cocaine. He is upset and sends his men away. Wilson Fisk comes up behind him and begins to give him a massage as Rigoletto tries to relax. Kingpin then snaps his neck and takes his place ready to become the Kingpin of the city.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil:_The_Man_Without_Fear_Vol_1_3)

Fan Art: Daredevil Elektra Commission by NeerajMenon

Accompanying Podcast: ● Dave's Daredevil Podcat - episode 12

#marvel #marvel comics #my marvel read #podcast recommendation #podcast - dave's daredevil podcast #comics #comic books #daredevil #matt murdock #fan art #fanart #elektra #human disaster matt murdock #scott glenn is perfectly cast as stick #wilson fisk #kingpin

[ladywren7]

WIP Ask Game!

It took a while, but here it is!!

Also PLEASE DO NOT STEAL/COPY MY IDEAS I will scream and send my mutuals to get you, good? Good.

Rules are as follows: post the barebones plot of your wips in a new post and let people send you an ask with the title that intrigues them the most, then post a snippet/tell them something about it! Then, tag as many people as you have wips. Thank you for the tag @kitepiper !!

Current WIPS

A lil something I call Besties<3, Omega basically has a play date at Hera's house hehe.

What Mission? I'll just say that this is the first of its kind. It includes a certain type of writing I've never really tried before, but idk if I'll be posting it.

I had one with a Sabine called No Okay Day where she has to take a mental health day but I'm gonna scrap it because it's not really going anywhere and tbh it doesn't make sense lol

And @raganbridger I'm slowly but surely getting the prom fic done!! I know it's been forever since your prom but I'd still like to try and get it done! Hope you don't mind, we'll see how it goes!

Continuation WIPS

The next chapter of A Mother's Love (A Bond That Cannot Be Broken) is on its way! It's called I Will Always Fight For You. I'll just say it includes Eleni having to defend Hera because some idiotic man had he audacity to speak

I am very happy to announce my lovely friend @midnight-raven and I have begun working on The Family In The Center of The Ring again!! A new chapter is coming soon!!

Layouts for future fics

One for a star wars Melanie Martinez's K12 AU. I have most of the characters figured out, some plots for chapters which are also songs, events, plot points, and some other stuff! Will I ever write it? Who knows, but you can ask me about it!

Russian Roulette. Inspired by my sister's version with svtfoe but she let me use the idea so yayyyyy. It's a pretty messed au where everyone in the crew (except Chopper surprisingly) wants to unalive each other after getting either cursed or possessed I gotta figure it out lol. I have everyone's motives, the teams, the way they try to unalive their target, basically everything but the end and beginning lmao

I do have a Sabine au bbuuuttt I want to keep that one secret so yeah international superspy hehehe

That's all I have so far, I really need a new wip in the mix because I'm getting writers block again and I'm getting bored...ah!! Feel free to send asks, thank you for the tag!

Tagging with no pressure!(and no knowledge if y'all have already done it or not lmao): @webtrinsic1122 @midnight-raven @laughingphoenixleader

#thank you for the tag #writing #fic wips #star wars fan fiction #random rants with a fangirl

[jaydonsjam]

Trigger Warning: suicide is mentioned in this post. So we move on to more Marvel HORROR! I think I’m in love with Tomb of Dracula. My favorite artist out of all of the books I’ve read from this era, Gene Colan returns (From Strange Tales, Doctor Strange [Vol. 1]) and while I love what he did with Doctor Strange, I think he fits a horror book just as good if not better. Whew, that was a run-on sentence. The way he’s able to use shadow and light is amazing and really makes you feel like you’re reading a horror comic. Everything about the art, I love. I didn’t realize that three writers rotated between these first 6 issues so that’s a good sign. The amount of reading involved in these issues really engrossed me and I honestly think they work way better for these horror comics. But again like I said with the Werewolf post, I can see the amount of reading turning off some people which is fair. I will say the first two issues are probably my favorite. I think they build dread so well before we even see Dracula in the flesh. We start off with our protagonist Frank Drake and his girlfriend Jeanie with his friend, (who is the former lover of Jeanie) Clifton Graves venturing to Drake’s ancestral castle of Count Dracula. Drake is convinced by Graves that he needs to venture to Transylvania because they can make a lot of money by turning it into a tourist trap. Unbeknownst to Frank, Clifton wants to be with Jeanie and means to kill his friend to take the castle for himself.

I think Jeanie was the least interesting out of the three but I liked that she got turned into a vampire by the Count. My favorite moment comes at the end of issue 2 when Frank is forced to stake Jeanie in the heart and it was actually a really powerful moment and after that, I was all in on Frank as a character. Clifton becomes Dracula’s familiar after he awakens him by taking out the stake (that was driven into him by Abraham Van Helsing.) And I have to say that Clifton from issue one seems like he’s going to be a great antagonist and he ends up being a good “bad guy”.

Dracula is a fantastic villain. He betrays anyone and is very intelligent, he’s definitely the bad guy you want to see get his comeuppance. I will say one negative is the fact that several times (because he can’t die anytime soon) they repeat the same outcome with a character shooting an arrow at him and he just turns into a bat and flies away. At least they changed it up in #6 where he uses Lenore (another vampire) as a shield when they shoot an arrow at him, instead killing her and it was a great moment. He’s an evil bastard for sure.

In issue three we meet Rachel Van Helsing and her “mute servant” and strongman Taj. Rachel has a great line and is the reason and motivation for Frank to not unalive himself when she finds him after he’s distraught for killing Jeanie. She’s a badass vampire hunter and Taj might be my favorite character. It leads to an interesting idea that Frank (a descendant of Dracula) and Rachel (a descendant of Abraham Van Helsing) teaming up to hunt and kill Dracula.

They introduce a black mirror in #3 that can be used as a portal into other dimensions and for time traveling. I liked that device and it adds for a cool moment in #4 where Dracula pulls Taj into a demon dimension. I liked that in issue 5, Dracula was smart enough to “save” Taj when they are attacked by the dimensional demons so that Count had someone to “feed on”. Something I initially loved was Dracula is able to jump through a mirror again and ends up in Abraham’s time after he had already slain Dracula. They have a confrontation but are interrupted by the heroes and I feel like, there could’ve been a moment shown between Abraham and his granddaughter, Rachel but it’s kinda ignored and they just go through the mirror again.

Issue three also introduces a new character named Ilsa Strangeway who is trying to find a way to be young and beautiful again through occult or magical means which is where the Black Mirror comes into play. Again, I loved that Dracula played her for a fool and made her into a vampire making her think that she’d be young again but to her dismay, she looked the same. I liked that she was actually horrified by having to kill people to live as a vampire so she asks Rachel to kill her. It was a nice twist and worked well for me.

Issue 6 might be my least favorite for the reason that they introduce a new character “Moorlands Monster” who turns out to just be hairy and disfigured due to a genetic condition. There’s a great moment near the end where he saves Frank and Rachel and they refer to him as a man and not a monster which he thanks them for.

My main problem with this issue is that Dracula leads the heroes to a castle and traps them in a medieval pit and closes the top with a cement lid. #1 he tosses the lid at Taj knocking him out after hitting him in the head but it doesn’t kill him which I found unbelievable. #2 the only reason Moorlands Monster was brought into this issue was to save the heroes at the end, he did nothing other than that. It was a nice theme that you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover but that wasn’t enough for me.

Something that was not expected was Frank confessing his love for Rachel as they thought they were going to die. I don’t know the timeline here so maybe it has been weeks or even months since they’ve been adventuring together but it did come out of nowhere for me. I should’ve seen it coming or maybe they should’ve held off on it for a few more issues.

So overall I loved these issues and couldn’t put this comic down! It’s fantastic. There are some weird, even problematic signs of the times in here a few being, Frank smacking Jeanie, the idea that Taj is Rachel’s “mute servant” (I have a similar problem with how they use Wong in the early Doctor Strange comics) and they call signing for deaf and dumb people. There might be more but I can’t remember it all. Other than that stuff, I totally recommend this series! Thanks if you read this whole post, it’s the most I’ve written on here so far!

(Tomb of Dracula #1 written by Gerry Conway with pencilling and inking by Gene Colan

Tomb of Dracula #2 written by Gerry Conway with pencilling by Gene Colan and inking by Vince Colletta

Tomb of Dracula #3 and #4 written by Archie Goodwin with pencilling by Gene Colan and inking by Tom Palmer

Tomb of Dracula #5 and #6 written by Gardner Fox with pencilling by Gene Colan and inking by Tom Palmer)

#tomb of dracula #marvel #marvel comics #vlad Dracula #count dracula #Rachel van Helsing #abraham van helsing #frank drake #70’s comics

[l0cal-r4t]

Failure : Request

WORD COUNT : 1296

TWS : light blood, non-explicit/mentioned torturous imagery, very mild cursing

Why hello hello there, stanger! If we haven't met before, name's Rat! I'm a writer who's in the thralls of carving out a commission writing and freelancing gig here online! As of late, I've been taking requests so I can add examples to my commissionary page and to spread my name a bit so folks can get to know what exactly I'm all about and my writing style! And wouldn't ya know, this is one of those requests!

This particular request was for a friend of mine who, like myself, is an enjoyer of the Creepypasta fandom! This particular piece is based on their character, Artemis, failing to unalive a very valuable target for their boss, the Slenderman, and getting doled some punishment for their failure. I'll reiterate from the TWs at the top that this piece includes some light blood & non explicit torturous imagery as well as just a twinge of cursing! If you'd like to continue still, then please enjoy! :D

Screams filled the woods in a dark, dreary dusk.. In the fading sunlight, a human shape with features contorted in terror scrambles through the trees. Their face was accentuated by the starkly warm light of the sunset, a shadow covering it intermittently as they turned back to see if they were being followed. Blood dripped from their many open wounds onto the dry leaves and grass as they ran; it looked like they had been nicked by a slew of small knives. Singing burns coursed through their legs, pain and exhaustion weighing them down. They felt as though they were going to topple, keel over at any moment, but they had to keep running. But what had them so rattled? The Archer, Artemis.

Tailing behind this poor unfortunate soul was the cold huntress, Artemis. She was an accursed child from the beginnings of her life but now? She was one of the hunters, the Proxies, of the creature that called itself “Slenderman”. He gave her targets, she brought them down; depending on the orders, she would either end them then and there, or she would bring them back to him for whatever sick aims he had with them. Judging from the screams she often heard after she delivered her prey, death was a sweet mercy. Her noir and ivory pixie cut locks bounced as she tailed her query, golden eyes as cold and emotionless as always. Gripped in one hand was a short bow, the girl’s pale toned hand wrapped firmly around the central grip, and at her alternate hip was a quiver of serrated tip arrows. Those were what had put so many slices and gashes on the fellow she was after; bleeding prey and running them down, outlasting them was a key strategy. If it worked for the wolves it would work for her.

As she begins to gain ground, the yellow eyed huntress pulls one of her arrows from her quiver and knocks it. Closing one eye and focusing intently, she draws back the bowstring. She’s just about to take the shot when suddenly her query had.. disappeared? She grinds to a stop and her stone cold expression gives way to confusion and just a twinge of panic. Where had he gone? Unfortunately for Arte, her prey had managed to slip away from her and was now well on his way to civilization. My, the boss wasn’t going to be happy about that... Befittingly on cue, a wave of churning nausea and dizziness crashes into poor Artemis. He was calling her back.. He knew she’d failed. The compact huntress struggles against the urge to faint, trying to keep herself conscious. But in the end, she falls victim to the Slenderman’s call and collapses unconscious on the forest floor.

What came next was.. foggy and choppy. She’d woken up only intermittently as she’d been dragged back to the abode of the Slenderman, flashes of his tall frame and the trees around her as her body was dragged along the forest floor only to black out a few moments later. It wasn’t until she reached her final destination that she awoke fully once again. A searing shot of pain was what woke her, waking to find herself being dangled above the ground with her master’s towering shadow looming over her. Her wrists were above her head, one of the Slenderman’s many tendrils binding them, and her body dangled below them. She struggles for a moment before her employer looses a venomous chuckle.

“Hmhm, still putting up such a fight even though you know you can’t win, little Hotaru? That you’ve already sealed your fate with your failure?”

Artemis winces at the use of her true name. She’d abandoned that filthy moniker when she’d joined this.. monster as a Proxy. She hated it and he damn well knew it. The tall, tall man leans down, his stark white, featureless face filling her vision. He tilts his head ever so slightly as he seems to watch her.

“I thought you were better than this. You’ve delivered countless rabble to me before, and yet you let this one escape. He was important to our plans, Hotaru, and you let him slip through your fingers. You aren’t fit for the name of the huntress.”

Normally, Artemis could bite back her tongue in his presence; she wasn’t one to sugar coat words but.. he terrified her on a primal level. Her fear of what he might do to her kept her dry, blunt commentary on a leash; something about him, about this conversation, broke that hold. She furrows her brows before she speaks.

“Ya know what, fuck you. I don’t see you hunting down people. You sit around and have all of us do it because you’ve lost your touch.”

Oh my, oh my. Our poor Hotaru seems to have struck a nerve with that comment as the Slenderman recoils in disgust. The edges of his form seem to grow hazy and a heaviness fills the air. The tendril gripping onto her wrists tightens down painfully and a new tendril binds itself around her throat. The Slenderman’s voice booms and echoes, ringing in Artemis’ ears and skull.

“How dare you insult me, you worthless wretch. I gave you a place to stay when you had nothing. I gave you a chance to live when all others wished you dead. I only ask the simplest of tasks of you, and insulting me is how you repay me? You are in need of adjustment, Hotaru Nakamura, and I will be the one to give it to you.”

An unsettling tightness suddenly twisted into the dangling Proxy’s gut. “Adjustment”..? Arte’s body is turned around, her face pushed against a nearby tree. What was..- Before she could consider any further, a strong lashing sensation makes contact with her back. She bites down the urge to react or make noise. In her ear, she felt the hum of the Slenderman’s voice.

“If you will not heed my consequences then perhaps something from your past will encourage you not to disappoint me again.”

Her back is lashed again and again by the Slenderman’s tendrils, a total of seven times. Each time it had grown harder to resist the urge to cry out, but she had managed to keep her wits and her fortitude. Eventually, she’s turned back around and her vision is once again dominated by the Slenderman. Her yellow, slit pupiled eyes were quickly greeted by one of the Slenderman’s tendrils. The black, tapered appendage pushes her facemask down and pries her mouth open. Another tendril manifests and reaches inside, grabbing and pulling her tongue taught in her mouth.

“And perhaps this will teach you to mind your tongue better.”

The tapered edge of the tendril suddenly sharpens and Hotaru’s tongue is cut clean from her mouth. Since her mouth had been forced open, she’s left with no way to stifle the visceral scream that tears from her body. Blood quickly begins to pour from her mouth as he casts her severed tongue into the dried leaves on the forest floor. Shock quickly sets in and after a moment, Artemis’ consciousness begins to wane. The Slenderman audibly scoffs, the tendril suspending her releasing her and allowing to hit the ground; a loud crunching, more than likely some of Hotaru’s bones, filling the air as she makes impact. By this point, she’d already slipped out of consciousness and was now limply pouring blood on the forest floor. Someone would be detailed to retrieve her and she would eventually recover just as all his proxies did. Even if she was a spit fiery pain in the ass, she was a valuable asset to the Slenderman’s arsenal of hunters and for that she would be given another chance.

#📜 // writing #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #tw: light blood #tw: mild torture

[scary-senpai]

I keep a running tally of sketch ideas (and fic ideas, and OG fiction ideas) and I thought about an ongoing joke that is just me failing at pitching ideas / giving feedback to other people in a writer’s room.

Me: I just think we need to spend some time with the zombies for the plot to really work here.

Co-writer: eh?… spend time with the zombies?

Me: yeah, you know, I feel like the pacing’s good, the dialogue is funny, but I’m just not getting their motivation. What makes the zombies tick?

Co-writer: I don’t think zombies “tick.” I think they kind of just stumble around with the single-minded desire to eat brains.

Me: but after a long day of stumbling around eating brains, how do zombies blow off steam? Do they go out back and play a game of catch with their kids? Maybe walk the dog or… I don’t know, I’m just spitballing here, but maybe they get super into jigsaw puzzles—

Me: just give me an undead guy I can sit down and have a beer with, you know? The Unalive Everyman, so to speak.

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