#ash's 100 followers celebration

[ughscara]

to the ends of shattered realities and back.

|| traversing different times, meeting an individual after another who appeared the same yet was vastly different. your only objective is to kill him. but... would you really be able to? to spite the voice of ‘reason’ in your mind, or due to the familiarity that hovers in the air? you yourself aren't aware, but you embark on this journey regardless. to seek and find out.

a mini event celebrating 100 followers in which i assign a princess for each variation of the eccentric squad individually and, unsurprisingly, write a little something for them that'll be partially based on your first impression of each one from the brief synopsis ~

there are a total of three ‘intermissions’ for each character chosen except for a certain wanderer. all you have to do is send an ask of which one you wish to see and your first impression of them as stated above. i will respond with the actual result and my brief take on your impression of the one you chose :) note: you have to choose one of the bolded words.

event content warnings. this concept is heavily inspired by my favorite psychological meta-horror game titled ‘slay the princess’ — a lot of psychological horror elements, slight gore, obvious massive spoilers hidden in plain sight for not just everyone's lore here ( except 'nushi his is entirely summarized and written by me ) but for the routes i chose from the game as well.

close up banners used for this mini event ( as well as the full illustration used for the header ) are illustrated by the wonderful miko ( user mik0chn ) on twt and no i will not call it x.

event deadline: march 21st, 2024.

• to feel too much is to be hurt, and to feel too little is to waste one's being. there he remained; confined and hoping for someone, anyone, to let him out of the cage he's trapped in. a damsel in distress, he appeared too much like, even as he burned with ashes swept away by the wild wind.

• he was all, he was nothing. a faint melody lingering in the air, words spoken with unmoving lips as all he dawned on at the sight of his savior was a hollow smile. a gaze that was piercing yet reassuring, a smile that was soft yet sickening, and a presence that was upfront yet shielded. too much of a stranger, actions to that of a specter and perhaps; one's worst nightmare.

• stone walls were his cage, chained down to the wall like a prisoner, for he was a perceived world–ender. nonchalance and uncaringness were his strong suit, but to a being who was betrayed — the cunningness and calculated mind of a witch was present, and the drowned desire for revenge was all the more prevalent in every word uttered, every action done.

• hurt and betrayed, lost and shutout — he felt to the brim and it costed him a price, he felt too little; fixating on the desire for revenge only to realize he's stepped down to your level. alive once, dead in another, again and again and again... as thorns continued to cut deep into his flesh, heart shielded by walls too tall and tough to bring down, he'd meet your gaze. still hurting, betrayed, and lost.

#( ❀ ) ── the eccentric's love letters. #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kabukimono #kabukimono x reader #kuronushi #kuronushi x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #wanderer #wanderer x reader

[seresinsbabe]

Number 17 from the fourth smut prompt with Bob? That 100% is something he would do/say 🥹🥹

for you? anything my love

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+! mdni! smut, p in v, fluff

Ash's 1K Follower Celebration

How much you needed this was unreal. A slow, easy morning with Bobby. Neither of you willing to get out of bed unless completely necessary.

Both of you had been putting in extra hours at work lately and it had put a strain on your relationship. Nothing make or break, but enough to put you in sour mood because he was gone before you got up and you didn't get home until he was in bed. It fucking sucked to say the least.

Right now, though? He was hovering above you with his eyes bouncing back and forth between your face and watching himself slide in and out of you. Soft whines were falling from your lips every time a thrust had his pelvis brushing against your clit.

To let yourself fully immerse in the feeling of Sunday morning sex with Bob you'd kept your eyes closed. Letting yourself really feel each thrust, kiss and caress. It had been far too long since you two had anything more than a quickie between shifts.

"Bobby," you whined. Your eyes shot open, spotting the chain with your initial that he never took off first and then his eyes. "What's wrong? Why'd you stop?" You rolled your hips in search of more friction.

Bob let out a soft chuckle. "Nothin' darlin', it's just been too long since I've admired how beautiful you are." Instantly your body heated up, feeling a warmth that made your stomach and heart flutter at the same time.

Lazily you draped your arms around his shoulders. "You are far too good to me Bobby."

He pecked your lips before picking his thrusts back up. With each one came either a soft kiss or a sweet nothing whispered in your ear.

"I love you." You hummed when you came down from your orgasm.

"I love you, wifey."

#ash hits 1k #seresinsbabe 1k celebration #robert floyd #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #robert floyd smut #robert floyd fluff #bob floyd smut #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd fluff #tgm fluff #tgm fic #tgm smut

[afatedstay]

Sometimes, we just need a little push PAC

Sometimes, we just need a little push. A little nudge to remind you that you are the creator of your own life. In this PAC reading, we'll be uncovering what it is that you need to be reminded of in this season of your life. We have three piles to choose from. You can either choose whichever image, card pile, or crystal calls out to you. Here are the card decks that I'm using today: Magical Spirit Oracle, Tea Leaf Fortune Cards, Tarot of the Divine, and Angels for the Modern Mystic. Happy reading!

Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3

🫧 Pile 1 - Citrine

hi pile number one! your leading message today is to protect your energy. learn to set boundaries. perhaps there are people around you that drain you - it's best to limit their access to you. after all, your energy fuels your creativity, life, dreams, and happiness. don't waste your energy on undeserving people or insignificant things. are you having difficulties at work or school? I'm seeing that you're feeling burnt out and tied down to a profession or craft that no longer serves you. unfortunately, no one can save you from this feeling but yourself. you know within your heart what to do, but you're being held back by fear. fear of rejection or abandonment or even failure should not stop you from getting what you want. i'm hearing you're getting in your own way. trust your intuition and follow through. trust that you'll be able to have the discipline to successfully carry out what your heart desires - whether that's traveling, moving out, telling the truth about something you've been hiding for a long time, switching careers or majors, or ending a friendship/ relationship that you know is no longer working! this ten of swords, pile one, shows me that either you or someone close to you is betraying you. if it is a friend, family member, coworker, or acquaintance, you need to sever ties with them. if they are not lifting you up and pouring into you, then they are taking from you. they are stealing your energy, draining you of ideas and dimming your light. and if this is you that's betraying and backstabbing yourself, well, you need to separate from that part of you and sever those ties to the idea that you aren't good enough to follow your heart, not ready yet, not experienced enough, not the right person for what you desire. you are exactly who you're meant to be and you're meant to have everything you desire.

temperance brings back that balanced energy. you're trying to choose between heart and mind, when you need to make a balanced decision between both heart and mind. do some shadow work. journal. find out what it is that is at war within yourself. use both your emotions and your logic.

the angel of discipline is here to tell you to put in the effort. you have the feeling and the desire, but you don't have what you want just yet because you haven't put in all the effort you know you need to yet. what are you waiting for? there will never be a perfect time. you will never be 100% ready. put yourself out there! if you feel like you're lacking in self-discipline, ask the angel of discipline to help give you that motivation and focused energy you need to succeed at your plans. remember: small steps are still steps in the right direction! :)

important themes: good luck, hope, discipline, feel your feelings, blue, green, 3, 47, 17, f, m, e, l, balance, mushrooms, backstabbing, tuesday, travel, family, birds/ doves, mushrooms, festivals, celebration.

affirmation: i am spiritually and energetically protecting myself.

🧸 Pile 2 - Smoky Quartz

hi pile number two! this pile is so into themselves - it's giving inner work and healing! your pile feels so light. the big takeaway for you today is that you are like a phoenix rising from the ashes. the wheel of fortune tells us that what goes up must come down, such is life, and the awakened dead card shows me that no matter how many times it feels like life has kicked you down, you're resilient. you get back up and you do it better. even just getting out of bed in the morning is a display of strength. i'm hearing give pile number two their flowers - they deserve it. and you do! you deserve to celebrate yourself - pat yourself on the back, life is not easy, but you're living it every day.

i'm also seeing tension with family. this could either be immediate family, distant relatives, or found family - those people you chose to be in your life that feels like family to you in every way but blood. i'm seeing a choice you feel like you have to make between what's best for you vs. what's best for your family. what i can say is this - when you're healing like you are, the most important mindset to have is to be selfish in your recovery. this doesn't mean be mean to those who support you, it means choose yourself above everyone and everything else. after all, this is your life, no one else's, and you will never be able to make everyone happy.

i'm seeing that you're going to find that perfect balance between the two things in your life you care most about - whether that's work/ school and family or your desires for your life vs. their plan for you. you will learn what needs to take precedence and then you will prioritize. and you will reach this safe and comfortable balance that you are happy with.

this pile feels so warm and comforting - like the universe is cradling you while you're figuring everything out. just know, the universe has your back and wants to co-create with you, you just have to put in the work too. call on the angel of peace if conflict with others is causing tension and anxiety. let this angel help you find a harmonious resolution. remember: you've got this, and no matter what, you are not alone.

important themes: captain marvel, ocean, lake, river, foggy morning, boomerang, green thumb, spiders/ spiderweb, balance, turtle, resilience, feeling lost/ astray, destiny, peace, communication via phone call, rays of sun, j, o, m, 53, 11, progressive progress, red thread of fate.

affirmation: i honor all of me. my past, present, and future selves.

💡 Pile 3 - Amethyst

pile number three! your energy in this pile is giving very much bad b*tch! some of you must've forgotten who you were, but that's okay. it's time you remember you are that b*tch. it feels like some of you have lost yourself and you may feel like you haven't been in alignment with yourself for a while. and that's okay! life is about following different paths and experimenting. it's okay to get distracted and wander for a while.

maybe you forgot your purpose in life or got "lost" in a different path, desire, person, or mission. but this is how we learn. by experiencing and getting to know all the things we are not, we discover and evolve into who we are meant to be. i'm seeing that through this period of your life that you feel stuck or lost in, there is a man appearing that will be watching over you and making sure you're taken care of. this can be romantic for some of you, or perhaps parental for others. i'm seeing a man who may have passed looking down on you as part of your spirit team for some of you. it could be a father figure or older brother. someone who was (or is) a leader in your life - as seen by the emperor card.

the queen of coins could be your higher self, there to support and guide you gently in the right direction. she represents being grounded and teaches you how to navigate this world and help yourself. wow, pile number three. above all, you are not alone in this lifetime. you have people surrounding you in the physical and spiritual realms that are there to remind you of who you are at your core. you are bright and limitless.

there are no limits to how much you can create and manifest for yourself in this lifetime. if you feel you're stuck in a rut or there's a block in your energy (i'm hearing artist or writers block) - reach out to the angel of possibility to fill you with inspiration.

important themes: leaps and bounds, greatness, achievement, growth, shedding light on secrets, balance, finding love, feeling at home within yourself again, following your heart and your intuition, grounded, anchored, darling, calliope, muses, hercules, writing, journaling, love, love, love, self love, self trust, glowing, 13, 27, 24, l, i, f, k, s.

affirmation: i am remembering a lesson of my soul. i am returning home.

i hope you enjoyed this reading; if you did, leave a like! 🥹 my dms are always open to anyone who'd like to talk, and my suggestion box is open to anyone who'd like to leave a suggestion for my next reading! (and tips are open too for anyone who feels like it haha) have a lovely and wonderful day/ night whenever you're seeing this~ 🥰 - Tiff ♡

#pac reading #pac #pick a pile #tarot #oracle #pick an image #spotify #explore #Spotify

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Pulled Beneath the Surface

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Eddie's beginning to live his dream with his band, but you're not sure his dream includes you.

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Angst and more angst. Swearing. Argument.

A/n: This is entirely angst. I'm sorry. But I like how this one turned out. Let me know your thoughts! Thanks for reading <3

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Heavy. A heavy and impenetrable weight sat in your chest, but not an unfamiliar one. You dragged it step by step through the cold summer rain, the unrelenting wetness soaking down to your skin.

Beneath the rumbling clouds and the smell of dew, you walked along the sidewalk with your work bag over your head. Trying to keep your breaths even, you counted the cracks lining the concrete. But even as you counted over 100, your throat still ached raw, your teeth digging hard into your bottom lip.

You thought, I love Eddie. I do. I do. I do. The words rang through your head again and again, tumbling upside down — as head over heels as you had once felt for Eddie. A feeling you couldn’t pinpoint losing, wandering off from view sometime in between the sleepless nights and lonely mornings.

But your silent declaration of love for him only served to reassure the stinging in your eyes. You turned the letters over in your mouth, trying to see whether you still believed them. 

If asked an hour ago when you’d gotten off work, waiting for Eddie to pick you up, you would have agreed with those loving words through an optimistic grin. 15 minutes ago, when that familiar anger pulled on your body in every which way, you would’ve said “fuck him” as you began walking home, disappointed that this time hadn’t been different. 

And now… you weren’t all too sure of anything beyond that weight in your chest — how it pressed down on your lungs, into your heart. When had you picked it up and held it so close?

But letting it go, giving up its heavy comfort, made you want to dig your fingernails into your soaked bag. Your body wanted to seize onto it, let it promise you safety and happiness while it dragged you down further and further. 

A harsh breath pushed past your lips, your teeth clenching as goosebumps ran along your skin. Your wet hand uselessly tried wiping the rain from your face.

Last month, you’d tightly smiled when Eddie had blown off your date night for another rehearsal before Corroded Coffin played a real gig out of town. Their first. You celebrated with them after, though you’d ended up driving the van back after they passed out amongst their equipment.

Then he’d taken extra shifts at the music shop without telling you. With his excited eyes and half grin, he’d explained that he just wanted the best for the two of you. That he’d take you on a fancy date with the additional money. It went toward replacing his guitar strings when they’d snapped last week.

You didn’t know where he was now. Only that he wasn’t with you.

Staying up late for Eddie had been easy at first — reading, watching TV, listening to his records as the moon crept across the sky. The hope of having a few hours together before bed kept you awake, but you wound up in that empty bed alone most nights. Switching off the apartment’s lights one by one, leaving the place in vacant darkness, you couldn’t wait any longer. Work the next morning dragged you to the bedroom and pulled you from it the following day before Eddie woke up.

And those feelings that came with? The ones that arose silently and painfully when he wasn’t looking… you convinced yourself that it was because you missed him. Just wanted him to include you in his dream for his band — and his life.

You had believed his apologies at first. That pained face and those familiar hands reaching out for you left you defenseless to his touches, to just how sorry he was. Then it’d been arguments, frustrated fights that lasted too long. Now, the words “It’s okay” came easier than anything. But they began to taste like ash in your mouth and coated your teeth.

You never saw him anymore.

Nearly an hour later, water soaked your shoes as you stepped inside your apartment. Your tired body, your exhausted mind, couldn’t be bothered to shower off. Not when you were already drenched to the bone. So you focused on the rough towel you used to dry yourself off, feeling it scrape against your skin with each swipe, before getting into fresh clothes. 

As your hand grabbed a sweatshirt off the bed, one that you’d worn around Eddie so it smelled like him, you felt a pang inside as you went to the closet to grab a fresh one.

Not books, TV, food, or any other distraction helped keep your mind quiet — your thoughts mostly consisted of what you’d say when he eventually got home. Part of you hoped you’d be in bed by that point. But sleep evaded you, leaving you in a loneliness you’d been getting used to. So you were awake, gaze unfocused on the opposite wall from the couch, when keys pressed into your apartment’s lock.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to look at Eddie when he came in, mumbling something under his breath. His shoes stopped short as he said, “Oh. What are you doing up?” A slight gruffiness rumbled beneath his words.

Biting back a sigh, you eventually dragged your eyes up to his. At one point, the way his eyebrows scrunched together would’ve made you happy as you traced a finger along the creases. You just watched his face twist as he saw your shoes still leaving a puddle near the door, your work clothes hanging off the back of a chair.

His hand rubbed down his face, over his clenched jaw. “Shit…” he swore under his breath before walking to the couch. You let him pull you close to himself, your body instinctively leaning into that comfortable heat of Eddie. 

Your mind, though, fought the tightness in your throat and the urge to draw away from his grasp — mostly just to avoid a fight. You barely registered what he said as he began his rambling apology.

“We were practicing at Gareth’s when Dustin and the others came by. He needed help with his- whatever, not important. I’m so sorry, babe. It just…”

Slipped your mind? Were you that easy to forget?

You didn’t say your thoughts to him, instead resting a hand on his. “It’s fine, Eddie,” you said, the words coming out like a choking lie. “Let’s just go to bed, okay?”

Without waiting for his response, you stood up, pulling from his grasp. Quick steps followed after yours, his voice turning desperate. “I’m sorry. I’ll make this up to you-”

“Do you promise? Like last time?” you muttered, referring to any of the other occasions and nights alone he’d promised to make up to you.

He let out a sigh. “I know. I’m sorry. The band’s still trying to get on its feet, and we’re close. I know it.”

“So that means I come second every time? Or last…” You sat down on the bed, leaning back on your hands as you stared at him. He’d only taken a few steps into the bedroom, his fingers clenching and releasing over and over again.

“I-” he started, his breaths coming a bit quicker. “I’m doing this for us, for you. Today was just… I don’t get to see Dustin and them much anymore. I’m trying to spend my little time with them. You’re always around.”

“But you aren’t, Eddie. That’s the problem,” you finally spat out, your heart beating wildly in your chest. It only pounded against the weight that sat there. Shaking your head, you hated the confused look he had. “I mean, when was the last time we kissed? Talked about something other than errands or your band?”

A scoff. It made your blood boil. “I can’t talk about my band anymore?”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a frustrated groan. When you opened them, you kept your gaze on the floor. “Do you miss the point on purpose?” A long pause as you fought the words coming up. “If you keep missing what’s right in front of you, it’ll be gone.”

His voice rose, his hands gesturing through the air. “Christ, stop talking down to me! I swear, you-”

“Do you still love me, Eddie?” You asked him, looking at him with a face void of anything but the exhaustion pulling you down. 

Your question caught him off guard, judging by the way his face fell, but you’d been thinking it for a bit now. In those silent moments, the air around you two buzzing, your leg began to shake. It felt like your whole body teetered on an edge. 

“What are you talking about? Yes, I still love you,” he said, his voice a little quieter now. Maybe he’d found the point, or just understood the severity of the argument. “Babe, what is this about? What…”

He crossed the space between you and reached for your hand, capturing it in his. He squeezed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it back. His rings felt painful pressed against your fingers, the pressure no longer comforting.

“When was the last time we said that to each other?” you whispered, watery eyes staring over his shoulder.

He squeezed your hands again, desperately. But you didn’t move. “We don’t need to say it every day to prove that we love each other.”

“What do we need then?” When he didn’t answer, you asked, “Cooking each other dinner? Spending a night together? Picking me up when you said you would?”

Tears began to fall freely from your eyes, your breaths becoming ragged. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his body once more. You could feel wetness coating his cheeks.

“Eddie… I don’t know how much I have left in me.”

Before you could process your own words as they tumbled from your mouth, he began another apology, a shakiness coating his words. “God, I swear I’ll make it up to you. I know I’m gone a lot, but this is-”

You stopped listening, just finally squeezing his hand back. Maybe it was your tired heart or the unbearable weight threatening to drag you into the ground, but you let him apologize again and got ready for bed

In the dirty mirror, both of your faces look tear-stained and drooped, eyes bloodshot. But you fell asleep in that creaky bed next to Eddie, holding onto his false promises like a prayer.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson stranger things

[blueiskewl]

The Long Lost Temple of Artemis in Greece Reveals More Secrets

A long-lost temple dedicated to the Goddess Artemis that was finally discovered in Evia, Greece after 100 years of archaeological research is revealing more of its secret treasures.

The temple was discovered by a team from the Swiss Archaeological School and Greek Archaeological Service after they worked out that ancient directions to the site were wrong.

They switched their dig from the ancient city of Eretria to a site at the foot of a hill near the small fishing village of Amarynthos.

They were looking for a legendary temple to the Goddess Artemis, one of the most widely venerated deities of Ancient Greece.

Several ancient sources mention the sanctuary of Artemis Amarysia. The main public documents (decrees, treaties), engraved on steles, were displayed there. The festival Artemisia was celebrated every spring by the Eretrians to honor the goddess.

On this occasion, a grand procession of 3,000 armed warriors, 600 horsemen, and 60 chariots made the twelve-kilometer journey to the sanctuary. The festival attracted citizens of the cities of Euboea but also representatives of other Greek cities.

Following painstaking work, the team of archaeologists discovered a stoa, or gallery, that could have formed part of the temple, and began excavating in earnest in 2012.

Amarysia Artemis temple was finally discovered in Evia, Greece

Their analysis proved correct when the team finally cut through the gallery walls in 2017 to reveal the core of the sanctuary of Amarysia Artemis.

The team has since uncovered buildings ranging from the 6th to 2nd centuries BC, including an underground fountain, and, crucially, inscriptions and coins bearing the name Artemis—the guardian goddess of Amarynthos.

These confirm that the site was the destination for the annual procession from Eretria by local worshippers of the goddess of the hunt.

Further excavations by the Swiss School of Archaeology in Greece (ESAG) and the Ephorate of Antiquities in Evia brought to light the existence of two successive temples and a rich deposit of offerings.

The first temple, built around 650 BC, was destroyed at the end of the 6th century. A second, more monumental temple was rebuilt shortly after around 500 BC.

Rich offerings were deposited on this occasion; the excavations brought to light over 600 objects, including ceramic and bronze vessels, painted terracotta figurines, gold jewelry, silver, faience, glass and semi-precious stones, orientalized seals in the shape of scarabs, as well as weapons (including a helmet and a shield).

The Swiss Archaeological School in Greece says that remains in the sanctuary attest to the site’s deep history. The earliest structure dates back to 3000 BC. Sanctuaries are sacred spaces usually consisting of an altar, a temple—the house of the deity—and annex buildings, delimited by an enclosure. The sanctuary of Artemis Amarysia is no exception to the rule.

In addition to the monumental portico excavated in recent years, two altars related to the successive temples have been uncovered. Animal sacrifices took place on the altar, as selected parts were burned to ashes as offerings to the goddess. Such rituals performed at Amarynthos by the Eretrians were meant to attract the goodwill of Artemis.

The ancient site of Eretria, Evia

The excavations indicate that the foundation of the temple of the goddess Artemis at the edge of the fertile plain east of Eretria is connected with the fortifications found at the border of the ancient city.

Excavations of ancient Eretria began in the 1890s and have been conducted since 1964 by the Greek Archaeological Service.

Today it is the home of the Evia Ephorate of Antiquities, and it boasts an archaeological museum—the most significant in Evia—and an ancient theater dating back to the 5th century BC that hosts Ancient Greek tragedies and modern plays.

The most important site that has been discovered there is the Temple of Apollo Daphnephoros. Artifacts found at this ancient site are displayed at both the Louvre and National Archaeological Museum in Athens.

However, some pieces have remained in place at Eretria, notably the terracotta centaur from Lefkandi, dating back to the 10th century BC.

#The Long Lost Temple of Artemis in Greece Reveals More Secrets #Evia Greece #greek temple #ancient temple #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeologist #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient greece #greek history #greek art #long reads

[13leaguestories]

February 2023 Forecast

I am writing this with my back and neck in horrible pain. Worse way to start your morning is to get up, stretch, and then pull something. I feel bed ridden.

"T, are you done with your break?" No idea. Define break. My brain is slowly coming back to me so good news is I'm not quitting lmfao. My brain almost had me in the first half ... and most of the second. When I do return though, I'm implementing a new writing process called "write what I want to fucking write when I want to fucking write it."

"T, did you need to add all those expletives?" No. But you know how a lot of folks be like 'as I get older I'm going to curse less?' I'm the opposite. I curse more. It makes me feel all tingly inside.

Alright, welcome to the second best month, purely because it's my birthday month, that's literally it. You know I share this month with both my brother and my father, plus my parents and my brother's anniversaries. Like, the shortest month is basically the busiest for my family in terms of celebrations. Why did they do this? I don't know, no one uses sense in this family besides me.

MOVING ON! Bout to enter into a All My Woes episode.

Superstition S3

Still on break. Do not ask me when it's coming back. Because I'm going to do what I should've done (and what you guys thought I do already) and actually write a good bit of it. I'll probably put up a poll asking if you guys want to keep the bi-weekly schedule or if I just update it as the episodes are complete.

Throne of Ashes

Working on updating the demo with Makaio's finished demo and some bug fixes for the other routes. Nour is next and Ozara will be following them on that upload schedule.

Insight

Because unlike its cousin, For the Crown, Insight is not 100% dead, it's more like on life support. But I'll be updating it with the new UI that I have to bring it in line with the others. Also an additional chapter will be added so now the demo will end at Ch5.

Future T here. I've already updated it with the new UI and the first bug fix. A bigger one is coming so still, if you find any bugs, hold off on sending them in. Bug reports make me depressed and you guys don't want to see that, right? RIGHT?!

Horizon: Sea of Stars

Per my "do what ya want" lifestyle, yes, Tierra has done it again. She has said fuck it to common sense and those two friends out of ten that said don't do it, and she went and made a new project. I blame eight friends who inspire me in the most negative ways because I never blame myself. Never blame yourselves, you're never toxic, it's those around you. (That's a lie, do not quote me. My god.)

This is a scif-fi project (because I needed to have the holy trinity of the best genres out there to make myself feel complete (jokes on me I still feel empty)). The MC is like Phoenix MC in some ways where this is not exactly 100% self-insert friendly, there are a few traits included and mindsets that you as the reader can't change. 6 romances, 2 males, 2 females, and 2 nonbinary. 5 of the 6 are aliens. And art is on it's way with two of the characters already done. I have art of the alien species as well because I know how difficult it can be to picture an alien based off of descriptions alone. They will be included in story to further help.

This is me just telling you guys, I'll post all of the info of the book itself with the demo like I normally do. Especially when I figure out where I want the demo to stop at. It's still pretty much in alpha mode with only one chapter done and even that is still seeing edits.

Also if any of you have got this far and know an artist or you are someone who can do really nice colorful covers and are good with backgrounds then tell me because I'm still searching for a cover artist.

. . .

There is also now a Light Mode on some stories. If it's not there then it's being worked on. Don't look at Superstition, it's not there.

Alright, I think that's it. I'm going to go lie down and scream at the heavens about my neck.

Future T again. My neck is better but if I look over my shoulder it's like "naw girl, stop that."

#monthly forecast

[moral-terpitude]

congratulations on the second of many 100’s! “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.” with Tommy please?!

🖤 thank you so much! For some reason, I’m writing about Christmas in this one 😬

This was wrote for part of my 200 follower celebration that you can find more info about here!

Christmas Eve

The fire crackled as she had tossed and turned on the couch, content under the warm blanket until finding a comfortable position with her forehead pressed against the worn leather cushion.

She had been fairly asleep before hearing the repeated and, whoever it was they thought to it be, silent, blowing out of the candles on the tree. A quick huff for each one. By the end she could have told how many candles were on the tree if she’d had been counting.

Mrs. Shelby was awake by the time her husband tried to place the pillow under her now dented curls, and turning to face him, he looked caught like a small child trying to wait for a glimpse of Santa.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, averting his gaze, and ashing the almost extinguished cigarette into the ash tray on the coffee table, “I didn’t want to wake you.”

She smiled rising with a stretch and into the waiting arms of an apology, a kiss to the forehead and circles rubbed into the small of her back by once worse calloused hands.

“It’s okay, Tommy. You don’t even know where I have all the presents hid anyway, you would have had to wake me at some point.”

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky fucking blinders #peaky fookin blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #fanfic #ava’s asks #Ava’s200

[blackbird-brewster]

CM Femslash Fic Recs: JJ/Emily

Master List of Jemily Fanfic Recs :

My faves + fics submitted by my follower As always, please check tags on each fic before reading. Don't forget to show your love in the comments section. Let's celebrate the femslash authors in our fandom!

Short-Form (Under 1000 Word Count):

[Ride] by w00t4ewan Rated: E || WC: 821

[Mother's Day] by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 715

[Scratches] by phoenix_falls Rated: T || WC: 701

[A Private Meeting] by aryas_zehral Rated: M || WC: 644

[Darwin] by phoenix_falls Rated: G || WC: 831

[Let Me Down Slowly] by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 1059

One Shots/ Shorter Multi-Chap:

[A Call in the Dark] by phoenixprentiss Rated: T || WC: 1034

[turn the world to gold] by sunshineandguns Rated: E || WC: (WIP)

[If You Need Me] by w00t4ewan Rated: M || WC: 3958

[Gravity] by w00t4ewan Rated: E || WC: 4846

[Ashes and Wine] by Phoenix_Falls, w00t4ewan Rated: T || WC: 8367

[Anytime, Anywhere] by MJDuncan Rated: E || WC: 2227

[Lover Undercover] by MJDuncan Rated: E || WC: 8792

[Steps] by Phoenix_Falls Rated: G || WC: 4670

[A Little Fantasy] by trancer Rated: M || WC: 3921

[Unrequited] by happyjemilyinparis Rated: (Unrated) || WC: 5610

[This is Me Trying] by happyjemilyinparis Rated: T || WC: 5294

[EXILE] by happyjemilyinparis Rated: (unrated) || WC: 3582

[As It Seems] by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 6200

[Rainbow Connection] by phoenix_falls Soulmate AU || Rated: G || WC: 4068

[True Colour] by phoenix_falls Soulmate AU || Rated: G || WC: 3698

[Lost Girl] by pandorabox82 Rated: T || WC: 3198

[What Matters] by soul_wanderer Rated: M || WC: 1179

[Morning Cartoons and Middle Names] by vhsrights Rated: G || WC: 2635

[again tomorrow (a penelopiad)] by ninthwave Rated: M || WC: 5720

[My Whole Life Long] by phoenix_falls Rated: G || WC: 3973

[What We Need] by velutluna_ithil Rated: M || WC: 9000

[The Disposition of Emily Prentiss] by w00t4ewan Rated: G || WC: 2855

[Mile High] by thelarkascedning Rated: E || Part of: [FBI Femslash]

Long-Form (10k+ Word Count):

[Psychopathology] by Shayne Angst || Rated: T || WC: 205,357

[Fooled Around (and Fell in Love)] by w00t4ewan Slow-Burn Rom-Com AU || Rated: M || WC: 176,120

[Take My Hand and Show me the Way] by MJDuncan Slow-Burn || Rated: E || WC: 155,770

[I Might Just Take Your Breath Away] by GravelyHumerus College AU || Rated: E || WC: 103,045

[Caged] by Phoenix_Falls, w00t4ewan Angst || Rated: M || WC: 37,521

[Head Full of Doubt] by w00t4ewan High School AU || Rated: T || WC: 24,775

[dying is easy (living is harder)] by sunshineandguns AU || Rated: M || WC: (WIP)

[Tamed] by Pictureswithboxes Domestic Fluff || Rated: T || WC: 39,924

[The Echo] by phoenix_falls Soulmate AU || Rated: G || WC: 14,420

[Dreams, Schemes and In-Betweens] by phoenix_falls Slow-Burn Fluff || Rated: T || WC: 43,412

[100 Ways to Say "I Love You"] by phoenix_falls Fluff || Rated: M || WC: 39514

[Blackbird] by MadameCissy Freeform || Rated: (Unrated) || WC: 27576

Collections/ Series:

[everything was beautiful + nothing hurt] by sunshineandguns Rated: T || WC: 3780 (WIP)

[A Series of Unfortunate Events] by w00t4ewan Rated: T || WC: 4065

[A Journey Through the Silent Chasm] by w00t4ewan, Phoenix_Falls Rated: M || WC: 12,488

[Tumblr Drabble Collection] by w00t4ewan Multi Femslash Pairings || WC: 14,924

[FBI Femslash] by thelarksascending Multi-Fandom WLW Series || WC: 60,074

[Domestic Jemily]: A Collection of Jemily Fluff Open, Unmoderated (Anyone can add to this collection)

[FIC RECS: Temily Tara/Emily] || [FIC RECS: CM Femslash Pairs]

[Master List of My Jemily Fics] || Master List of My Temily Fics]

Updated: 26 SEPT 2022

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jemily #cm fic #cm fanfic #cm fanfiction #fic recs #cm fic recs #cm femslash #master post #my post #ao3

[danieldeepwebs]

ashe winters is an internet micro celebrity known for literally never leaving her room. one day she posts a photo of the general outside and her 100 followers lose it

#u cant be locked up like that and not be Online #i also think her room is super decked out goth cave but im too lazy to draw it

[adastrafanfic]

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Ad Astra News - 7/2 - 7/8

State of the Archive

Okay, so listen up. This is important.A lot of people coming to Ad Astra have never been a part of the Ad Astra community back when we were still running on eFiction. They're new authors from AO3, especially, who are used to a certain kind of culture and looking for alternatives to AO3; that culture is often far more passive in its consumption and less interactive in general. While AO3 is an incredible resource, it's not really a fan community. That's not meant as a disparagement; AO3 serves its intended purpose (maybe even too well) of being a place where everyone can safely archive stories. It is not, though, a social platform, nor was it meant to be.

Ad Astra is, by contrast, a community. When you're over here archiving your stories frantically, distressed by what's happening with OTW, you're stepping foot into a place with a very long history that has been kept alive by a relatively small number of people who love it. Who have paid for its survival for years, even when we were broke and literally scraping change together from the core community to keep afloat. Even when we were quiet. Even when we lost two of our own to death by illness. And even when it felt hopeless. We have been, for almost fifteen years, a circle of people -- sometimes larger, sometimes smaller, sometimes just a few die-hards -- telling each other stories and celebrating each others stories around a campfire. This is what you're coming into. So I need you, the new people, to understand that you aren't owed this space. We invite you (general you) into it, and we will gladly -- joyfully -- fold you into our community, but you aren't entitled to this. If you want it to survive, if you want the efforts of those of us who have poured incredible hours of time and money and effort into this just so we could offer it to you for free to continue, then do your part to keep it alive. Celebrate your fellow authors. Write comments. Write recs. Talk on the forums, join a rewatch, host a rewatch. Join the weekly challenge. Get involved. (And, you know, follow my tagging rules and stop trying to sneak around them. LOL! I see you. If it's not useful for universal search filtering, it doesn't belong on the archive and I will cull it with glee. XD) Any fan community starts and ends with its people, not with its platform. I know you like the platform. Now come and celebrate the people, and let us celebrate you, too. Thanks.

Weekly Challenge #10

For this challenge, you get to take a look at a 'turn right' AU. Or left. Or backwards. Pick a canon moment or a moment in the lives of a character, one of your OCs or even just in the universe and explore, in 100 to 700 words, what might have happened if it played out differently. If a different person stepped in front of the disruptor fire. Or if someone had a nightmare and backed out of that assignment. The sky's the limit; interpret however liberally or strictly as you like!

If you post it to the archive, add it to the Weekly Challenges collection with the tag Weekly Challenge: One Reality Over and post a link here in this thread so we can go see!

Challenge ends at 11:59PM Eastern on Friday, July 14th!

Also, a special shout-out to Beatrice_Otter, who was a total MVP this week by compiling about 90% of our Stories Archived section for me while I kept settling in to my new job. For real, she was amazing and thank you so, so much for the help, Beatrice.

Stories Archived

Star Trek: Discovery

by lah_mrh A Light in the Darkness - T - Michael Burnham, Saru, Philippa Georgiou Know You Better Now - T - Ash Tyler/Christopher Pike Yours If You Want It - T - Ash Tyler | Voq/Christopher Pike

by nonelvis It's All We Know Now to Never Go Back - Explicit - Gabriel Lorca/River Song The Winter Festival - G - Gabriel Lorca/Katrina Cornwell War Games - T - Gabriel Lorca/Ash Tyler A Quiet Empire - T - Gabriel Lorca/Michael Burnham

by Pixie Fear of Falling - M - Gabriel Lorca/Katrina Cornwell Soldier or Musician - G - Hugh Culber/Paul Stamets, Sylvia Tilly I can feel the flames on my skin - T - Gabriel Lorca/Katrina Cornwell Dracarys - G - Katrina Cornwell/Phillipa Georgiou

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds

by lah_mrh Waiting It Out - G - Christopher Pike & Una Chin-Riley | Number One by StarryEyes2000 Extra Scenes, Codas, and Other Stuff (SNW Season 2) - T - Ensemble Cast Captain Honorary Dad - T - Christopher Pike, Ensemble Cast

Star Trek: The Original Series

by IDICdreads What If We Could - G - Spock/Christine Chapel There is no pain. - T - Spock, James T. Kirk, Leonard "Bones" McCoy Oh, the places you'll boldly go! - G - Ensemble Cast

by jamaharon Please - Explicit - Spock/James T. Kirk Mating Season (So to Speak) - T - Spock/James T. Kirk Hot Springs - T - Spock/James T. Kirk Care - G - Spock/James T. Kirk Leaving the Table - G - James T. Kirk/Leonard "Bones" McCoy

by lah_mrh Tea and Sympathy - G - James T. Kirk & Spock

by SLWalker Cinderella in a Party Dress - Teen - Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace - M - Montgomery Scott (Mirror)

Star Trek: Alternate Original Series

by daraoakwise If Only In My Dreams - T - Leonard "Bones" McCoy (AOS)/Montgomery "Scotty" Scott (AOS)

by StarryEyes2000 Dating Advice - T - Leonard "Bones" McCoy (AOS), James T. Kirk (AOS), Spock (AOS)

Star Trek: The Next Generation

by baktag To Boldly Go - T - Data & Guinan

by intothisshadow [Graphics] Star Trek TNG Wallpapers - G - Beverly Crusher, Deanna Troi

by jamaharon Earl Grey, Hot - G - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker Death Letter Blues - G - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker Wild, Wild Young Men - T - Worf/William Riker Odysseus to Telemachus - M - Thomas Riker & Kyle Riker Cat Puberty - G - Data, Geordi La Forge, William Riker Mood Indigo - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Conjoined - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker, Thomas Riker/Worf Parallels - G - Guinan, Ro Laren Live - M - Deanna Troi/William Riker Phantom Pain - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker A Bridge of Brass - T - Thomas Riker & William Riker Haptics - G - Data/Geordi La Forge Changes - M - William Riker/Data Starlines - E - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker Noli Me Tangere // Touch Me Not - M - Deanna Troi/William Riker The Enterprise Gets a Sex Change - T - Ensemble Worf's Warlike Battle of the Arms - T - William Riker/Worf Five Times Riker Staked His Claim + One Time Worf Staked His Instead - Unrated - Deanna Troi/William Riker/Worf Five Times Riker Didn't Want to Have Sex + One Time He Didn't Have To - E - Deanna Troi/William Riker Absent in the Spring - T - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker

by kimaracretak the tidings from our fading sun made me wiser - T - Deanna Troi/Ro Laren

by Pixie Lefler's Law 17 - T - Robin Lefler/Sito Jaxa

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

by jamaharon Just Doing His Job - G - Elim Garak/Julian Bashir

by kimaracretak the sky stirred - T - Winn Adami

by LordRobertBruceScott Star Beagle Adventures Episode 1: The Eye of the Beholder - Teen - Pel, original characters

by Pixie Meet Cute - G - Elim Garak/Morn

By sixbeforelunch Soldiers Were Children Once - T - Quark

Star Trek: Voyager

by nostalgia Where No One Can Hear You Scream - Mature - Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay

by Pixie Morale - G - Tuvok, Tom Paris Kindred - G - Kathryn Janeway & Tuvok, Kathryn Janeway/Tuvok,

Star Trek: Picard

by jamaharon The Drowned Girl - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Head Like a Haunted House - T - Jack Crusher/Borg Queen Safe and Sound - G - Geordi La Forge, William Riker Nothing Heavier - T - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker/Deanna Troi Boys Don't Cry - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker

Star Trek: Prodigy

by Pixie Limitless - G - Kathryn Janeway, Tuvok, Gwyndala, Jack Crusher

Expanded Universes

by DavidFalkayn Bellerophon: Into the Unknown - Mature - Ensemble Cast Opening Moves - Mature - Multiple Relationships The Big Dance - M - Ensemble Cast

by Gibraltar The Plebe - NR - Liana Ramirez

#st:dsc #st:tos #st:aos #st:tng #st:ds9 #st:voy #st:pic #st:prodigy #trekfic #star trek fanfic #star trek fandom #ad astra fanfic

[triplexdoublex]

I don't think he's going to go public with another girl for a long time after this and he will probably have some trust issues bc of the way Megan so easily tarnished his image. Not to mention how he's probably not going to introduce anyone else to Casie for a very long time. I noticed colson does alot better with relationships that are out of the media and kept quiet. For example when he's dated some insta girls like Chantel, Sommer, Sahara when they break up they are done done, they don't get back together, they don't stay friends or anything and it's usually messy bc the girls like to be petty on social media but his relationships that he had kept quiet he usually tries to stay with them for a good bit and then tries to work it back out even if it's only to stay friends like with Halsey, and then that girl that whent on a podcast talking about she did anal in the back of Logan Paul's car with him, even Remi LaCroix they dated and said in a podcast recently that they are still friends and I have caught both dub and ash still liking some of her stuff on Twitter and still following her, then colson liked something of hers on Twitter in like 2019, even his hookups that are kept on the down low he has kept that Katie girl as a friend's with benefits for yrs before they stopped and then kiki she was with him since 2019. I feel like it's alot less pressure on not only the girl but on colson to so they can just kind of be like a normal relationship and move at their own pace and not be judged if they do decide to breakup and stay friends

I’m trying to find that old interview where he was asked if he rather date a regular girl or a celebrity and he said 100% a regular girl because he had a celebrity girl and she always wanted to call the paps when they went out and he hates that shit. He really just does need a down to earth low profile girl to treat him right . Mod too!

[howlyourmelancholy]

hi ash! hope you're doing well <3

congratulations on 100 followers 🌷

for your celebration could i get a moodboard based on wrath with sirius black? maybe like a arranged marriage trope?

feel free to ignore if you feel uncomfortable or the request doesn't interest you xoxo

thank you! 🍂

ahhh thank you so much for joining in, love!! <3

no lie you're so quickly becoming my fav person here. thank you, thank you.

here you are, i hope you like it. <3

#💌 asks #💌 asked and answered #willows-lane

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (03/09/23)

there's a jump serialization round coming up soonish with 3 new series so there's gonna be a few ending in the next couple weeks, starting today with fabricant, and then tenmaku and do retry in back to back weeks. wish it was ichinose instead of tenmaku but oh well

blue - finale/completed

Anime

Pokemon Horizons Ep20

didn't like this episode at all. I was excited for horizons since ash FINALLY got retired and we were getting a female protagonist. when I saw roy I was worried riko would start getting pushed to the sidelines in favour of him, since he's just ash 2, and this episode was a lot of that. they had a contest between riko and roy and riko was winning easily, until plot armor had to come in and hand roy the victory, she could've won but hesitated seeing roy being so into it. and then they battle kabu and a gym trainer, only for riko to throw the match she coulda easily won, against the trainer since she needed to win it. and then we had all these lines from kabu telling her "hey maybe you could do something else you don't need to do battles just cause you're a trainer" it's just like I said months ago. it's just extremely lame and cowardly but I guess I expected too much from the pokemon anime

Atelier Ryza Ep10

last week I said they may have been deviating from the game but they're back on track in this one. tho the game still didn't have lila and empel going into the woods, unless I completely missed that when I was looking at the playthrough last week. anyway, lots of cute ryza faces in this ep so that was good. considering where we are, and where the anime is gonna end, I wouldn't be too surprised if they announced another season for like summer or fall next year, to cover the rest of the game, but we'll see

Zom 100 Ep6

nice ep, idk if it'll happen but I hope akira kills the boss guy next episode would be a nice point to stop before the recap on the following week

Manga

Fabricant 100 Ch36 (Finale)

it's finally over. tbh I kinda forgot it was gonna end this week but it did. honestly shoulda given it a 4 like alien's area but it got to run a bit longer and approach the topics it wanted to cover more so I gave it a lil bump. just like the score says it was just alright. it clumsily tried to ask the question of "what is an ideal human" or "what is it to be a human" in general and came to it's own answer

the art wasn't bad but also nothing to write home about, the characters weren't that likeable or interesting for the most part and when the threat of cancellation started looming the story felt very rushed, not like it was much better before that when it was just "monster of the week". anyway it wasn't bad overall, unlike ichinose I didn't mind reading this every week and wouldn't mind seeing the author come back again in the future

Blooming Love Ch12

cute chap, it's funny seeing the mcs' friends conspiring together to look out for them and ending up going on the same date as them (even if they haven't realized it yet), expecting them to become a slow burn b romance plot but also wouldn't be that surprised if they just stayed as comedic relief like this til the end

Dandadan Ch119

the big battle is finally over so we get the good ol big feast celebration to break up the tension. it was also cute seeing the romantic tension between okarun and momo from that note she left him back in the training arc. also my guess is that the cliffhanger is just gonna be to wrap up the storyline for that youkai and she's gonna leave momo alone so we can continue the story without any loose threads

Tenmaku Cinema Ch20

as expected, the movie's good but it has a lot of issues since it's an amateur production, but it's still nice to see hajime's (and the author's) love of movies recognized. it's a shame that it didn't last longer on the jump battlefield but oh well. looking forward to the finale next week

Akane-banashi Ch76

good chap, highlighting how much akane's grown over the series and her peer's opinions of her, it sucks for my man here to come to this realization but it had been a long time coming

#silver talks animanga

[anonymous-dentist]

To celebrate 300 kudos on You’re Dead, and 100 followers on this blog, here’s a pre-canon one-shot! 

:)

 -

Quackity is woken by a furious knocking on his front door. He groans and picks up his alarm clock off of the side table to check the time, frowning when he sees that it’s only two in the afternoon. 

“Wh’the fuck?” he murmurs, almost halfway back asleep. 

He is not meant to be awake right now. The world around him moves slowly as he falls back onto his pillow, the clock dropping to the floor as his grip on it loosens. 

It’s a luxury, sleeping alone, and it’s one he normally can’t afford. But Schlatt is out of town on “business” arranging some matters regarding next week’s election, so Quackity is alone in their bed. Their very, very nice bed. 

And then he hears it, a barely-audible whisper from outside that wakes Quackity right the fuck up and has him scrambling out of bed to check out the peephole, because it can’t be him. It can’t. 

But it is. Quackity has to get on his toes a bit to be able to see out the peephole on his front door, but there’s a dead man outside with Quackity’s name on his lips as he smiles nervously and shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet. 

“Quackity,” the corpse whispers, voice urgent. His eyes dart from the door to down the hallway and back to the door, irises a sickly milky white. 

What. The fuck. 

Quackity will blame the exhaustion later, he knows, because he’ll need some excuse for when Schlatt finds out that he actually let his political rival into his apartment. But Quackity unlocks the door, and he cracks it open and looks up at Wilbur Craft in disbelief. 

“What the actual hell are you doing here?” Quackity asks. His voice is painfully rough with sleep, and his eyes are drooping, but he tries to make himself as intimidating as possible as he asks, “How the actual hell are you here?”

“Hm, funny story. Can I come in?”

Quackity doesn’t get a chance to protest before Wilbur is pushing his way past him and into the apartment, shivering as he passes through the doorway. Quackity barely even fights it. When Wilbur’s hand brushes his, Quackity recoils from just how cold his skin is. His walk is stiff, and the way he sits on the loveseat is stiffer. He winces as his joints creak like a rusty door’s. 

Wilbur Craft has been dead for three weeks. Quackity was at his memorial service, both him and Schlatt went as a way to get some clout back after Schlatt’s utter embarrassment in the recent debate. Schlatt gave a speech, very moving. Quackity was moved. The audience was moved. Their numbers are up in the polls, and, with the election in only a matter of days, it was good. Wilbur’s death, however tragic, was good for them. Not enough to win, but enough for Quackity to be able to pat his partner on the back and hold his hand and tell him that there’s the next election, baby, I know you’ll win that one for us. 

But Wilbur Craft is not dead. Wilbur Craft is sitting on Quackity’s very nice antique loveseat covered in dirt and ash and- feathers? He really is his father’s son. 

Quackity annoyedly shuts the door and methodically locks it, keeping one eye on Wilbur and one eye on the locks. There are four, and they need to be done in just the right order to make sure that they work properly. 

“I bet you’re wondering why I’m here,” Wilbur says. His voice, at least, works just as smoothly as it did before his death. It’s one of the few things that Quackity likes about him. 

“Yeah,” Quackity agrees. He nods, yawns, fights the sudden drowsy spell that almost leaves him passing out on the living room floor, and makes his way to the uncomfortable leather armchair in the corner opposite the loveseat. He sits, yawns again, and nods again. “Yeah, I am. You’re dead.”

“I am.”

“But you’re here.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

Wilbur’s mouth twists into something resembling both a smile and a scowl. “Well, I don’t know if you know this, but my father’s the one that killed me.”

Quackity blinks. Well, that solves that mystery. Rumors had started spreading as soon as Wilbur’s body was discovered by his kid brother, Tommy, the morning after his murder. Quackity, of course, kept a close ear to the ground. Some people said it was a heart attack. Others said it was suicide; there was supposedly even a note tucked under Wilbur’s body when he was found. With the way Wilbur’s campaign had been going, Quackity was banking on the latter. But Tommy? Tommy said that it was an angel that did it, he told Quackity himself as Quackity found himself trapped in an elevator with both Tommy and… and Tubbo on his way to deliver Schlatt’s condolences to Philza Craft himself. 

Now that he thinks about it, Philza didn’t look too shook up by the whole deal. He just took Quackity’s hand and shook it and thanked him for coming down and told him to leave the flowers with the rest in the corner. Tommy, hidden behind Quackity’s back, glared. 

Quackity likes the kid. He’s funny, even if he’s a little much at times. Tommy doesn’t care that Quackity’s basically married to the guy that tried ruining his brother’s life time and time and time and time again. And, well, Quackity doesn’t mind playing babysitter if it means that he isn’t doing his actual job for a bit. 

An angel, Tommy had said. 

Quackity looks at the black feathers clinging to the scratchy fabric of Wilbur’s sweater and thinks, an angel indeed. 

“So you can’t go to Phil’s,” Quackity surmises. He scrubs his face and sighs, “But why me? I’m your biggest enemy right now, man. If Schlatt comes home and sees you, he’s going to kill both of us.”

And Quackity would not like to go through that again. 

“Technically, you aren’t my enemy,” Wilbur lightly says, head tilted just so. “Schlatt is. I fucking hate that guy.”

Quackity snorts. “Well, that makes two of us. But-” He shakes his head. “What about… what’s her name? Your friend? Niki?”

Wilbur’s face tightens. “We… didn’t leave off on the best terms, I’m afraid.”

Right, so that cancels out the rest of Wilbur’s guild, then. Niki, the bald one, Wilbur’s brothers, Wilbur’s fucking kid. God, what about Fundy? Quackity hasn’t seen him since the announcement of his father’s death. He’s probably with Eret. Probably. (Though Schlatt has been asking about him… something to consider later.)

“How are you even here?” Quackity asks. There are so many other things he could ask, but… well. It’s not easy for someone to return from the dead. “You aren’t some kind of vengeful spirit or anything, are you? ‘Cause I don’t think my landlord will be too happy about a poltergeist shacking up in a no-pets apartment.”

Wilbur sniffs, affronted. “Excuse you, I’m alive, thank you very much. I was just temporarily deceased.”

“Yeah,” Quackity says, giving Wilbur a once-over. “I can see that. But- okay, I know this is stupid coming from me, but you can’t just come back from the dead.”

Wilbur shrugs. He plucks a feather from his sweater and idly twirls it between his thumb and pointer finger, looking down at it intently. 

“Dunno,” he says. “Last I remember, Phil was putting a knife through my stomach. Next thing I know, I’m waking up six feet under in a concrete box.” He snaps his gaze up from the feather, suddenly, and locks eyes with Quackity, who tries not to shrink back. “How was it?”

“How was what?”

“My funeral.”

Quackity looks away uncomfortably. “There wasn’t one. Phil said that you wouldn’t have wanted to distract anyone from the election.”

There was a brief memorial, yeah. It was attended mostly just by the remnants of Wilbur’s guild, his father, his political rivals, and a small collection of hunters that believed in what he was saying about bridging the gap between humans and monsters. But it was brief, less than an hour, and it was held in the community center on Wilbur’s side of town, and the room was cleared out quickly so that the next party could use the room for a nudist book club. It was, frankly, shit. Quackity was stuck with Schlatt smoking a cigar on one side and Tommy clinging to his arm sniffling on the other. Annoying. Heartbreaking, even. 

Wilbur sucks in a long, sharp breath, and lets it out slowly, clearly counting to ten in his head. He taught Quackity this exercise himself, and he learned it from Niki, who learned it from Eret, who had supposedly already taught it to Wilbur but who Wilbur purposefully ignores at every possibility. 

“No funeral,” Wilbur says. He barks out a laugh, startling Quackity, who was beginning to fall asleep again. “Sounds right! Who says I deserved one?”

“Uh, Tommy?” Quackity offers. His eyes widen. “Oh, shit, Tommy. Have you seen him, yet?”

Wilbur’s smile, pointed and unnatural in its curve and length, freezes on his face. 

“Tommy?” Wilbur asks, voice tight. “Ah, no, I haven’t. I’ll… get right on that.”

…Okay, that’s fine. Whatever. Not Quackity’s problem. He’s more concerned with staying awake. It’s not that he distrusts Wilbur, but it’s more that he would rather die than close his eyes around a strange person. And Wilbur Craft is. A very. Very. Strange. Person. 

Wilbur’s countenance changes in a snap. He melts back into the loveseat and spreads his arms out along the back of it, expression turning thoughtful. Quackity rolls his eyes. Dramaqueen. 

“I can’t go back to hunting, now, can I?” Wilbur asks. He doesn’t wait for the answer that Quackity wasn’t going to give before continuing, “I’m legally dead. Even if I’m back now, it’s not like I won’t be a target.”

“You look dead,” Quackity supplies. “Your, uh…” 

He trails off, pointing at his own eyes. Wilbur blinks for a moment before the meaning dawns on him. 

“Ah,” says Wilbur leaning over to grab a photo frame off of the coffee table in front of him to inspect himself in. He tilts his head and runs a hand through his messy hair; clumps of dirt spill out of it and onto Quackity’s nice clean carpet. “I do look a bit corpse-like, don’t I?”

“Seriously, man, what happened?” Quackity asks. 

Wilbur shrugs again and pokes his own eyes one at a time, not so much as blinking in response. What. 

“Told you,” he softly says, deep in concentration doing… whatever it is that he’s doing. “I don’t know. Phil always told me that my mum was a goddess, but…”

Quackity raises an eyebrow. “Tommy told me that your mom was a refrigerator.”

Wilbur’s cheeks redden. “Tommy is also a literal child. Why are you hanging out with him, anyway? Don’t you have an election to corrupt?”

It’s Quackity’s turn to shrug. Guilty as charged. What Schlatt is doing in front of the camera is only half of it. 

“You want the truth?” Quackity asks. He yawns into his fist and shudders. “Schlatt’s behind. He’s going to lose. I think you missed his whole thing the other week.”

“I remember seeing something about it on the news on my way here,” Wilbur says. He gives Quackity a calculating look. “You really let him embarrass himself like that?”

Quackity shrugs again. “So what if he loses? If anything, his ego needs to go down a peg. I love him, but he’s kind of a jackass.”

Wilbur ducks his head with a soft laugh. “‘Jackass’ doesn’t even begin to describe him.”

Maybe so, but Quackity still has a ring on for a reason. (For better or for worse, and no matter what that weird guy at the antique shop says when Quackity swings by to collect dues.)

It’s quiet, deathly so (pun intended, and hilarious.) It’s quiet long enough that Quackity dozes off in the armchair feeling much the thirty-something-year-old vampire he is. Vampires aren’t meant to be awake this early. Oh, he’s going to be fucking useless tonight when he has to go to work… 

He startles awake as a hand presses down on his shoulder. He sits up with a hiss, baring his fangs at an unapologetic Wilbur, who just sticks his hands in his coat pockets and stands there like a useless idiot. 

“I’m using your shower,” Wilbur says. He says it like Quackity has no say in the fact, and, honestly, he doesn’t. He doesn’t think he could actually say no to Wilbur despite how much he would like to think otherwise. “You go to bed. I’ll clear out after I’m done.”

Quackity narrows his eyes up at him. “Yeah. Right.”

Wilbur doesn’t say anything in response, simply smirking and turning on his heel to find his way to the master bathroom. There is a second bathroom in the hallway, but Wilbur would never degrade himself to use something like that. Quackity knows him all too well as a result of entirely too many dinners spent watching Wilbur eat Quackity’s favorite foods and talking about politics that neither of them really care about.

Quackity stays put in his chair, watching the hallway and waiting and listening as the master shower turns on and as Wilbur starts singing obnoxiously loud the song that he and Quackity sung together in karaoke the night before Wilbur’s death. Honestly, Quackity doesn’t know what to make of this whole One Direction thing, but he thinks it won’t make it another month before fizzing out. 

But it is two in the afternoon, and he is but a humble vampire. He props his head up on his fist and blinks, and, when he opens his eyes again, the sun has set and he’s alone in his partner’s apartment listening to the television in the bedroom drone on about the sudden upsetting of rookie politician Wilbur Craft’s grave at noon that day. He can also hear humming, faint, also from the bedroom. It isn’t Wilbur, he can tell that much, and he isn’t sure if he’s glad about that or not. 

Quackity groans and sits up, cracking his neck and stretching his limbs out in front of him. The humming stops, and Quackity fights a flinch as Schlatt comes stalking out from the bedroom in his traveling clothes looking only half the political freak he is. Quackity prefers him this way. He’s softer when he isn’t talking business. Sometimes. 

“You’re home early,” Quackity comments. He stands and stretches again, suppressing a yawn. 

“Yeah,” Schlatt says, walking right past Quackity to mess around in the kitchen. “Deal fell through. Hey, you wanna tell me why fucking Wilbur was in my apartment this afternoon when I came home?”

Quackity winces and looks at the floor. “He… I don’t know, actually. He just kinda showed up and took advantage of me. Sorry.”

“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it, sweetheart. Do you know how many secrets he could have found out while you were snoozing on the couch like an old man?” Schlatt asks. 

“Not my fault you’re stupid enough to leave your secrets lying around the fucking bedroom,” Quackity huffs. “I bet he used your shampoo, too, the monster.”

He ignores the half-amused, half-annoyed look that Schlatt gives him and starts trudging to the bedroom to start getting ready for the night. Schlatt follows just a step behind, eyes burning holes into the back of Quackity’s neck. 

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking,” Schlatt says. He reaches out and turns Quackity around by the shoulders, thumbs digging in enough to bruise a lesser man. He’s smiling softer than Quackity has seen him smile since this whole election business started. “After this, let’s go on vacation. You and me. How you feel about Transylvania for Christmas?”

Quackity smiles, but he doesn’t dare touch Schlatt back, not this early in the evening. “What, you wanna take me to meet your parents?”

“Don’t knock mamaw and peepaw,” Schlatt scoffs. “They’ve got a nice coffin for us to stay in. No hotels, no tourist shit. Just us.” He leans in close, saying just what he knows Quackity wants to hear into his ear, “Alone.”

And curse Quackity’s stupid lovestruck heart for believing him. 

#skeleton appreciation day fic #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #a.d.'s fics i suppose #i know literally no one cares about yd!wilbur but he is very special to j my beloved #i don't ever write wilbur either so he's probably off but oh well

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idk if this is a big thing or not or if i’m way behind here but i hit 100 followers recently!! to celebrate, i’ll be posting the Prologue of One Last Summer (Max x reader) earlier than i originally planned!

to look forward to in the next two weeks:

A Wish In The Dark Chapter 8

a super tense and spicy Jason oneshot request

a DBH Connor x reader request

The next two chapters of Through The Ashes!

One Last Summer (dedicated to @house-of-kolchek who is obsessed with our dear Max) Prologue will be posted right before the epilogue of Through The Ashes!

after Through The Ashes is finished, i have a series of oneshots set in the Jason/Sarah universe requested by and dedicated to @kawaiiwitch224 my bestie 💕 i will also be releasing ghostface fic just for her!

#jason kolchek x reader #jason kolchek #house of ashes jason #jason kolchek imagine #jason x reader #house of ashes #house of ashes x reader #the quarry #max brinly x reader

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What’s Out This Week? 12/28

Our final post of 2022! Thanks for rocking with us again this year, and if you actually read these tiny blurbs, Raven says thanks!

Book Of Slaughter #1 - James Tynion IV, Werther Dell'Edera & Dan Mora

The future of the Slaughterverse is laid bare by Something is Killing the Children and House of Slaughter creators James Tynion IV and Werther Dell'Edera in the very first SIKTC one-shot special! From the sidelines to the spotlight, Book of Slaughter follows the white mask Maxine Slaughter... but will her loyalties remain where they are, or will she show her true colors? In addition to being a precursor to the upcoming chapters of both series, this special issue features a sizable guidebook that delves into the deep lore of the Order of St. George!

Cursed Princess Club GN - LambCat

Meet Gwendolyn-living proof that princesses don't always have it all. Although she lives in a castle and her father is the King, Gwendolyn isn't like a fairy-tale princess and isn't conventionally attractive. But one night, she accidentally stumbles upon the twisted world of the Cursed Princess Club, and her life will never be the same. Hexed and cast out, the ladies of the club are just the people Gwendolyn needs to show her that just because she doesn't "fit the mold" does not mean she's any less of a princess.

Double Walker GN - Michael Conrad & Noah Bailey

Cully and Gemma are watching their carefree, childless days come to an end and decide to take one last trip to the magical Scottish Highlands before the baby arrives. What was meant to be a romantic trip soon spirals into paranoia and violence as a bizarre string of murders follows them on their journey. Conrad has returned to his horror roots while continuing to write the celebrated Wonder Woman as well as Midnighter. The time in the mainstream having only driven him further into the surreal and twisted worlds in which he is most at home.

Entangled With You: Garden Of 100 Grasses GN -  Aki Aoi 

A beautiful and self-contained Boys' Love fairy tale set in the deep, dark woods. Once upon a time, Marcel's sister fell in the forest while gathering herbs. Her injuries were grave and Marcel was at a loss for what to do, until a fearsome horned man appeared, offering help-in exchange for a promise. Now, ten years later, Marcel returns to the woods, steeling himself for death. Instead, he finds something quite different: a gentle soul, friendship... and perhaps something more.

In His Time: The Early Stories Of Ernest Hemingway GN -  Jason Novak

In this adaptation of the original 1924 version of In Our Time, cartoonist Jason Novak finds the graphic equivalent of Hemingway's lean, muscular prose - stark, punchy, beautifully composed panels that convey the understated poetics of those early, famously breathtaking stories.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Summer Of Ashes, Autumn Of Dust GN - Gege Akutami, Ballad Kitaguni

Cursed spirits have struck the opening blow at Satozakura High School in an unfolding conflict against the Jujutsu Sorcerers. But while this epic and unyielding battle intensifies, the heroes of Jujutsu Kaisen have other mysteries to solve...such as why Yuji and Megumi see Gojo at a maid cafe, whether Nanami can uncover the secret behind a website that claims to sell dolls that resurrect the dead, and what happens when a blind old man is able to see the scheming Mahito.

MMPR TMNT II #1 (Of 5) - Ryan Parrott & Dan Mora

It's been six months since the Teenagers With Attitude and the Heroes In A Half Shell teamed up to defeat the unholy alliance of Rita Repulsa and Shredder, but a new threat will force them to reunite in the crossover YOU demanded! Between an invasion from beyond, old enemies teaming up with unlikely accomplices, and a threat to the Rangers' powers themselves, will the two teams survive the onslaught, or will they need help from the most unexpected ally imaginable? Longtime Power Rangers architect Ryan Parrott (Rogue Sun) joins forces with superstar artist Dan Mora (World's Finest, Once & Future) to deliver the follow-up to the hit crossover!  

Whatcha snagging to close out 2022, Fantom Fam?

#WOTW #What's Out This Week? #comic #comics #comic book #comic books #manga #Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Jujutsu Kaisen #In His Time: The Early Stories Of Ernest Hemingway #Entangled With You #Double Walker #Cursed Princess Club #Book Of Slaughter