#been riding on hyperfixation for the past week
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Yall are gonna lose your minds when I finish this animatic I'm working on. It's based on a rottmnt fic, a lot of you probably know.
#making myself accountable that I'll actually finish it#been riding on hyperfixation for the past week#in a surprising twist of events the fic is not written by dear ol plothooksinc
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Week 3 Masterlist
Week 3 is over and it feels like this month is flying by! Every submission has been a gift 🎁
Check below the cut for submissions for week 3 and please make sure to check the tags, like, and reblog if you enjoyed so others can enjoy too!
DAY 15 - TIME TRAVEL
A Christmas Message by @paperbackribs | Rated G | no cw | tags: getting together, minor angst, first kiss
Untitled by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: temporary character death, accidental manslaughter | tags: time loops, angst, steve harrington's bisexual acceptance, partial fix-it, open ended, steve dies a lot, red thread of fate
if i could turn back time by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: mention of canonical character death | tags: fix-it, light angst, happy ending, first kiss
Blast to the past by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: mild blood and gore, mild horror, monsters | tags: steve harrington whump, time travel, magic, royal eddie munson, steve harrington needs a break
What If? by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: mentions of other relationship | tags: time travel, fix-it, second chance, el is meddling, eddie pov
Wake up every morning to this groundhog day by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: time loop au, pre-steddie
ghosts of christmas future by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | cw: canon-typical violence, s3 torture (not in detail) | tags: fluff
DAY 16 - MODERN AU
sir, this is a wendy's by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: established relationship, proposal, kinda silly
bad boys do it better by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw | tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting
Too hot to be true by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, podcaster!eddie, steve and dustin are brothers, sexual tension
Same Time, Same Place by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, rideshare driver eddie, slightly injured steve, meet-cute, eddie pov
have a happy holiday by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw
Unprofessional by @lingeringmirth | Rated M | no cw | tags: hairstylist steve, rock star eddie, past high school crushes, getting together, inappropriate boners, happy ending
tangled with what i never said by @sidekick-hero | Rated M | no cw
All For His Love by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: brief description of corpses | tags: established relationship, inspired by This Is How You Lose The Time War
We've met before, it's different now by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: mentions/fear of transphobia | tags: modern au, tinder au, transfem steve harrington, transmac eddie munson, pre-steddie, first date, t4t steddie
DAY 17 - PLATONIC STOBIN
teach me your kingly ways by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: referenced sexual activities | tags: established steddie, awkward robin, buckingham
How to define a dingus by @paperbackribs | Rated T | no cw | tags: humour, clueless and pining steve, robin's turn with the braincell, steddie end-game, requited love
Best Part of the Day by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: s4, platonic stobin, ride to school, pre-steddie
Just another manic Monday by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated G | cw: monsters | tags: urban fantasy au, magic au, creature au, background steddie, background buckingham
The Highwayman, The Stableboy, & The Christmas Bride by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw | tags: historical au, minor steddie, crossdressing, a bit silly
connubial bed by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | no cw | tags: established steddie, platonic bed sharing, fluff, banter, eddie being dramatic and using big words, future fic
tis the season by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: road trip, bickering, fluff, one daddy joke
Untitled by @runninriot | Rated T | no cw | tags: best friends steve and robin, established steddie, steve's in crisis mode but robin is here to help
Home to you by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw | tags: chronic pain, ocd, platonic soulmates
Lost in time, lost in space, and meaning by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | no cw | tags: platonic stobin, dr who au, minor robin/vickie, minor steve/tommy/carol, minor buckingham, minor steddie, alien fucker steve
DAY 18 - HURT/COMFORT
sew you up by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: injury | tags: post-vecna, someone finally takes care of steve's bat bite, getting together
a home for the holidays by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw
That First Terrible Step by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: injury | tags: post-s4, eddie munson lives, physical therapy, recovery, pre-steddie, building friendship, caring steve, eddie pov
We got each other (and that's a lot) by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated M | cw: violent imagery, aftermath of injury | tags: steve got vecna'd, angst, trauma, fluff
Never let me go by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | cw: mild kink and bondage, sexual content, panic attacks, ptsd, flashbacks | tags: emotional hurt/comfort, trauma, fluff, whump
i'll remember for us both, if need be by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: hospitals, head trauma | tags: steve's history of concussions, angst, established steddie, hurt/comfort
Come one, come all to this tragic affair by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | cw: minor character death, car accidents, death of parents | tags: established steddie, emt steve, death of steve's parents
DAY 19 - ENEMIES TO LOVERS
that's what friends are for by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: mention of hospitals and injury, mentions of selling and using recreational drugs | tags: enemies is more implied than anything, getting together, canon events happening in the background
sugar cookie daydream by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: baker steve, shop owner eddie, rivalry, flirting
To the victor the spoils by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: light blood and violence, steamy kissing, very light dubcon if you squint | tags: fantasy au, magic au, guard!steve, thief!eddie, sexual tension, flirting, fighting, first kiss
Excitable Boy by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: 18+ only, horror genre, violence, murder, assault (not steddie), mental disorders, biting, choking | tags: murder boyfriends, dark au, outdated terms, rough sex, unsafe sex, dub-con (consensual, but not negotiated), steve pov, obviously out of character, unhealthy everything, happy ending?
Lap Dog by @runninriot | Rated T | cw: implied violence (punching), smoking weed | tags: tommy "the guard dog" hagan, steve "the king" harrington, eddie "the freak" munson, fighting and making amends
DAY 20 - MAGIC AU
an army of bees by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: off-screen violence, implied sexual content | tags: medieval magic, warlock eddie, apprentice steve, established relationship, secret relationship
The Night Creature by @paperbackribs | Rated M | cw: monster au, prey and predator
A flower for a flower by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | cw: sexually explicit language | tags: fantasy au, knight steve harrington, witch eddie munson, repaying debts, open ending
that old black magic by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: fortune telling, witch/appalachian eddie, post-season 2
Elf You by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language, sentient toys | tags: elf on the shelf au, elf!steve, elf!robin, elf!eddie, elf magic, platonic stobin, crack taken seriously, silliness, the magic of christmas
In Thunder, Lightning, Or In Rain by @klausinamarink | Rated M | cw: major character death, mild gore | tags: witch steve, necromancy, rituals, brief appearance of possessive steve
DAY 21 - SNOW
the magic of snow by steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | no cw | tags: snow activities, making childhood memories as an adult, fluff, established relationship
Who warms your soul by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated M | cw: nudity, sexual innuendo, implied monsterfucking | tags: fantasy au, king!steve, dragon!eddie, established relationship, soul bond, bathing together
Taking Over the Neighborhood by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: fluff, neighbor meet-cute, snow, platonic stobin, cat people, eddie pov
stranded in snow by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: hypothermia | tags: omegaverse, omega steve, alpha eddie, angst, hurt/comfort, soulmate au, historical setting, mystery
The weather outside is frightful by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, childhood memories, steve hates the snow, eddie loves it
same old lang syne by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: angst, open ending, post-break up
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sunflower, chapter fifteen
summary: Spencer “distracts” Y/n…
warnings: hyperfixation, kissing, thigh riding, fingering, dirty talk, praise, blowjob (just a tiny one), penetrative sex, creampie, cumplay
word count: 2709
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It had been a few weeks since you and Spencer had officially moved in together. In the meanwhile, he had returned to work, which had scared you a lot, but he reassured you that it would be a while longer before he would return to kicking down doors. It hadn’t removed all of your worries, but it helped a bit.
Sadly, that wasn’t the only thing keeping your mind occupied. The gallery had asked you to come up with 3 new original pieces for the show, so you’d spend most of your waking hours either worrying or working on that.
Although you’d move in with Spencer, you’d still kept your apartment as an art studio. It had been Spencer’s idea, knowing that there wasn’t the required space at his place, the convenience of already having the extra place right next door was too good to pass up. It didn’t really look the same anymore. It was emptier and your work had kinda taken over the space now that you weren’t restricted to a single room as your workspace anymore.
You’d been in here all day, frustrated by yourself, not finding any of your ideas to be good enough. The music was blasting loudly from the stereo, and you were currently just standing there, staring at the process you’d made today, which, in your opinion, wasn’t a lot.
It didn’t really look like anything anymore, that’s how long you’d been staring at it. Kinda like when you repeat a word over and over again, it loses all meaning.
Hearing the volume of the music slowly turn down until it came to a quiet, you turned your head to look.
“Hey, when did you get home?” you greeted, not even trying to hide the weariness that was beaming from you.
“Just now,” he replied, setting down his satchel, moving closer to you and studying the canvases, “it’s coming along great.”
“Urgh, please don’t,” you winced, looking back over it.
Casting his glance back at you, he asked, “have you been in here since I left this morning?”
“Um, yeah…”
“you’ve been in here 10 hours?” his eyebrows shot up, “please tell me you at least took a lunch break?”
“I ate something,” you said defensively, “I didn’t take a break to do it, but I ate something.”
“Okay,” he sighed, now standing in front of you, he plucked the paintbrush out of your hand, “it’s 5 o’clock, you’re done for today.”
Trying to catch it, he held it out of your grasp, “just, one more hour.”
“Y/n, you need a break,” he sat the brush down in the glass of cloudy colourful water that was at your feet, “you need a night off.”
“Yeah,” you laughed lightly, “I would love that, but I don’t think I could relax right now even if I tried.”
Taking your hands, he tugged you closer to the door, “you need a distraction.”
“I need to forget. If it was up to me, I would just like to forget, just for tonight,” you sighed.
“Then let me help you forget,” he pulled you a bit closer to him.
“What do you have in mind? Watch a movie or something?”
Smiling, he looked down at your lips, “we could, but I have another idea.”
“Oh really?” you grinned, starting to get what he was hinting at, “and what would that be, doctor Reid?”
Closing the distance, he kissed you, slowly spinning you around so that your back hit the wall. As soon as you felt the hard surface against your spine, the kiss grew more passionate. Letting your tongue slip past his lips, the two of you just stayed there for a while, making out like horny teenagers.
Running his hands down your body, they came to rest on your hips. You then felt one of his legs nudge your thighs apart, making room for it. His tall stature made it come to meet your covered center.
The contact made you inhale sharply. Glancing down, you watched how his thigh steadily moved against you. Squeezing your hips, he moved them for you. Biting back a moan, you looked up into his eyes with a rapid growing hunger, though it died down ever so slightly as you saw the half-finished paintings over his shoulder.
“Spencer, they’re staring at me,” you whined.
Removing the contact his leg had given you, he grabbed your hand, “then let’s go.”
Kissing your cheek, he picked up his bag and dragged you with him out into the hallway, quickly locking the door behind him. You giggled lightly as he pulled you into the other apartment, all giddy with anticipation.
Throwing your arms around him, the two of you stumbled towards the bedroom, ending up almost falling as the bedframe hit the back of his knees.
Whispering against your lips, he slipped his hands under your shirt, “let me help you forget, just for a moment.”
Sitting down, he pulled you with him, landing your thighs securely on either side of one of his. Gliding his palms down to hold on to your hips, he pushed you down, rocking you over his leg.
Letting out a moan, you weaved your fingers throughout his hair. Arching your back, you blinked your eyes heavily at the wonderful spot he managed to put pressure on. Your pulse was heavy, you could feel it clear as day, and not just in your chest.
One of his hands let go, only to snake around to the front of your pants, working at the button. You reached down to practically rip off your shirt. Once it was over your head, you went back to kissing his sweet lips. Hearing your zipper open up, you felt his long fingers dip down into your panties.
“Just focus on me, baby,” he whispered against your lips as his fingertips found your clit, “don’t think about anything else,” buckling your hips in his grasp, he reached further down, feeling just how turned on you were, he slowly sank a finger inside of you, “just this,” he exhaled, visibly enjoying the small gasp that escaped your lips.
Slowly moving it in and out, he didn’t do the motion many times before your body was screaming for more and he happily obliged. Adding another one, he started trailing his lips down your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and the occasional nibble on his determent way down towards your tits.
“How I make you feel,” he sucked down on the soft skin of your left boob, latching on to it, making you roll your hips, “the way I’m touching you,” he nibbled his way over to the other one.
Curling his digits slightly, he started moving them faster, putting special attention to that spot that made all of the hair on your body stand up.
“That’s good, Y/n, just focus on that, you’re such a good girl.”
He’d never said that before. If you didn’t already have goosebumps, you sure did now. Incoherently moaning out his name, you tightened your grip on his hair and let go. Letting your head fall back, you closed your eyes.
Slowing down his motions, he removed his hand from between your legs and swirled his tongue over your nipple. Peaking down at him, he pulled back and breathed against your skin, “fuck, don’t look at me like that.”
“Why?”
“Because it makes me want to do some very dirty things to you.”
Sliding down his body, you landed on the floor, “oh yeah? Like what?” you crept your hands up his thighs and undid his trousers.
Jaw slack, his breathing picked up. There you were, on your knees in front of him, tits out and pants undone. It wasn’t like you hadn’t blown him before, but it wasn’t often that you got the chance, he always wanted to focus on other activities.
Pulling him out, his cock almost sprung free of its restraints. It was almost painfully hard, the tip glistening with precum. Pumping it a few times, you leaned forward, just to lick it.
Inhaling sharply, he tried to answer your question, “I, um, what?”
Blinking up at him, you smile, “see? It’s hard to find the words when someone’s mouth is on you,” taking him a fair bit past your lips.
“I don’t know wha-,” you kept going down till you couldn’t take anymore, but still you kept trying, determent to go down all the way, “holy fuck,” he cursed, getting the wind knocked out of him. Trying your best to swallow it all, you were flush up against your fist that was still holding on to the base of him.
You moaned around him, loving the way you made his brain turn into mush. Bopping up and down, you felt a few tears gather in the corners of your eyes and drool drip down your chin.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, he groaned, “you’re way too good at that, you gotta stop,” and reached down to pull you off with a pop. You felt a small string of spit come into contact with your chest.
Holding onto both sides of your face, he bent down to give you a hungry kiss, pulling you up to your feet. His hands let go of your cheeks and slid down to yank your pants off all the way. Pulling back, his eyes were dark, “get on the bed.”
Quickly wiping your face with the back of your hand, you sat down on the mattress in front of him, eagerly waiting for more.
Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly, or too slowly in your horny opinion, shredded off his clothes. The pace at which he worked at the buttons was just cruel. “Turn around, Y/n.”
Doing as he asked, you kneeled facing away from him but still looking over your shoulder, not wanting to miss the show.
Now completely naked, he stood right behind you and kissed your shoulder. Grabbing onto your hips, he lifted them up, making you clutch onto the bedsheets for support. Pushing back towards him, he whispered in your ear with a smile, “you ready?”
Running his dick through your folds, teasing you, you almost gasped, the words flowing out of you, “yes, yes, yes!” wiggling in his grasp.
And with one fell swoop, he entered you at once, filling up every inch. With a small whine, you arched your back against him.
“There you go,” he cooed, running his fingers up your back, “look at you taking my cock so well.”
Going slow on the way out, till just the very essence of him was still inside you, he snapped his hips, stuffing you once more, “such a good girl for me.”
Moving his hand down around your waist, he palmed one of your jiggling boobs. Pinching the nipple, you moaned, feeling yourself already dangerously close you another orgasm. The joy of getting to suck him off had given you more pleasure than you realised.
Reaching down, he rubbed your clit, “fuck, that’s it, baby. Cum again. Let me feel you.”
Your legs were shaking, and both them and your arms gave out as he fucked you through your orgasm, sending you crashing down onto the mattress. Ascending down with you, you felt his hot breath against your ear, “fuck, I love you so much.”
Slowing his thrusts down, he never fully stopped. His weight on you after that orgasm felt amazing. Lazily reaching a hand back to touch his side, you mumbled into the pillow, “I love you, I love you…”
Turning your head, you couldn’t quite see him, but fuck you could feel him. Keeping his face close to yours, he fucked you slowly, clawing you back from the high, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Hearing by his noises that he was close, you slowly turned around, first bringing your knees up to the side, turning your lower body. Propping himself up on his forearms, he made room for the rest of your body to turn. Finally seeing his face again, you couldn’t help but smile.
Tangling your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp, you brought him down for a small kiss. Both of you were deprived of too much oxygen to keep it going for long. Tugging at the roots of his hair a little harder, you saw his eyes roll back and he let out a low groan. Letting his hips buck free as his orgasm rushed through him, pumping you full of his cum.
Panting, he stilled inside of you, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your hips, trying to help yourself to another orgasm. Overly sensitive, he pulled out with a wince.
Reaching down to finish yourself off, he gently smacked your hand away, replacing it with his own. Sitting back, he admired the mess he had made between your legs, running his fingertips through your folds, pushing every last drop of his hot load back into you as it tried to escape.
“Spencer, please don’t tease, I wanna cum again, please make me come again.”
“Then be a good girl and spread your legs,” he breathed out and as soon as you did, you felt him plunge two of his fingers into you, “that it? You like that?” swiftly picking up his pace, pushing hard onto your sweet spot, creating the most filthy wet noises you’d ever heard.
Adding his other hand to join the party, he used it to toy with your sensitive clit. Eyes locked on your pussy, it was only when you crept up on the end that he glanced up at your ecstasy filled face.
Writhing around, you tried to say his name, anything to let him know how close you were, but it wasn’t very coherent through all of your moans.
“Shh, I know, baby, I know, just relax for me, I’ve got you, you can let go.”
Coming down a third time you felt delirious. As Spencer laid down next to you, also exhausted, you grinned over at him, “thank you for distracting me, Spencer,” turning, as he welcomed you into his arms.
“Anytime.”
Laying a few kisses on his clavicle, you informed in between them, “and just so you know, you saying good girl? You can do that as much as you want in the future.”
He didn’t say anything, he only started laughing. Confused, you looked up at him and asked, “what?”
“I’m sorry, it’s not that, I will definitely remember using it, it’s just, um, I kinda read a book of yours on the metro home today…”
“What book was that?” you asked, not recalling any book you owned that would even be remotely interesting for Spencer to read.
“That book you read some time ago, got all flustered about me knowing about it… Hearts aflame by Cherry Vixen…”
“You did what?” you didn’t know whether to laugh or yell.
“I fell over it in the moving process and thought it might be fun… I mean, it inspired this, so I think it was fun.”
Shaking your head, you chuckled and laid your head down again, “I can’t believe you read that… is that why you called me a good girl?”
“Well, it was mentioned in the novel 78 times, so I thought it increased the probability of your liking it. But I’ve wanted to say it for a long time, just, didn’t want to do anything you weren’t into…”
Looking up at him again, “I don’t think you could do anything wrong, Spencer. If it’s you who’s doing it, I’d most likely be into it,” and then kissed his lips sweetly.
Nuzzling his nose into yours, he whispered against your lips, “good girl.”
Feeling a shiver run down your spine, you shuttered, “okay, maybe don’t use it outside of the bedroom unless you want my mind to melt,” that only made him giggle and pull you further up on top of him, “I am being serious. Do you want me to jump your bones again? Is that what you’re trying to do?”
“What, did you think we were done? Oh, Y/n, I promised you a distraction, to make you forget. I won’t stop until you have turned into puddy. We’ve got all night for that.”
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Back Together
Part 31
Pairing: Soap x Ghost
WC: 4.6k
Synopsis: Oh shit he's remembering things
Warnings: Brief mentions of past torture and rape
The car ride felt like a lifetime. His mind was hyperfixating on the memories of being so pissed off he could barely think, the screams he remembered turning his throat sore while dogs tore apart his body, Ilya doing the same thing with his knife. He only wished the man had stopped at his body, instead he’d kept going until his mind had fallen apart as well. Every thought pounded in his head, his eyes shut tight against the light filtering in through the window while Ghost drove. It all played on repeat, drowning him in a sea of pain and misery.
“Soap?” Ghost’s voice cut through the waves and he glanced over at the man. There was a worried look there but he stayed focused on the road for the most part if only to ensure they didn't crash into the median.
“No, you don’t get to do that. Not to me, not right now. Christ Ghost,” he shook his head and looked up at the blue sky, anger pulsing through his mind. “We can talk when I get back, but you don’t do that to me, never again.” And then he’d left him standing there on the tarmac, staring after him and for what? To go spend weeks in a snow covered forest and even miss Christmas with his family for yet another year. He remembered being upset about it, leaving Ghost behind and being unable to finish their conversation, he knew he had wanted to stay then and discuss what it was Ghost was never supposed to again. But the anger and the need to flee some act he’d felt was committed against him outweighed those feelings nearly tenfold, a sense of almost betrayal at Ghost’s actions. And his family he’d known would be upset he was missing again for yet another year. He remembered thinking that there would be other Christmases, other holidays he would be able to see them, other days. There nearly hadn’t been.
The Scotsman looked down at his hands and answered quietly, “You aren’t going to ask me what happened Ghost? In there I mean, with command.”
He saw a shrug in the corner of his eye before Ghost rumbled out, “Figured you’d tell me if you wanted to. Whenever you were ready.”
How could this man have warranted anger like he’d felt, the hurt that had coursed through him nearly as thick as his blood? How could Ghost make him hurt so bad when his patience, his loyalty, and his friendship seemed so undoubted now? The man hadn’t left even for a day at the hospital, he’d been there every fucking second. Why couldn’t he just fuckin remember? He poked and prodded at the mesh that kept his memories from him, the voice in his mind, the dead man, begging him to stop but his begging fell on deaf ears as he kept trying.
His fists clenched, the tendons in his hands sending pain up his arm before he finally got his mouth around to answering Ghost, “They showed me the video, the footage of when I was taken. I remembered some things you know.” He could barely see it, just the slightest hint of his shoulders lifting beneath his shirt that gave away the tension he so obviously felt, “Apparently the video from that reporter made it out somehow, I saw you break the camera so thanks for that one I guess.” His mind was still bouncing around from thought to thought, bringing him back to the memory as he asked, “Why haven’t you ever asked me what happened in that factory? In between the videos I mean. What Ilya didn't show the world?”
Ghost swallowed, he could see the bob of his throat even through the thick fabric of his balaclava. It took a second before the big man finally answered, “You never asked me what happened when I was held captive. Didn’t want to make things worse for you I guess. Wouldn't want someone poking around where I didn't want them.”
Soap nodded quietly, opening a fist to run his finger over the scar on his palm, the memory making it ache before he said quietly, “They locked me in a room. No light, pure baltic, had me soakin wet. Left me in there til I was half dead with the cold, till I couldnae feel anything on my body. Not until they came back anyway, then they’d shoot me up with something that felt like fire inside ya. Warmed me up too quick, I wanted to tear my own skin off my body, couldnae stay still even when they were beating me for it. Made my heart race and my head pound but they needed me to be able to feel. Otherwise what was the point, you know?” Blue eyes shifted to the man who was silent, catching a wince in those eyes. “They waited too long one time. Don’t know what they were planning to do but they cut the tape on my feet so I kicked one of them in the nose. I never saw him move after that. I was almost out, almost free, had the other big bastard knocked out but they hit me over the back of the head with something.”
There was a pause, a lull in the conversation while Soap tried to reign in the fear of retelling his memories and Ghost remembered the man that he and Konig had found dead. “We saw him dead when we were clearing the factory.”
Another quiet moment prevailed, both of them taking in the silence as the truck rumbled beneath them. There was a slow nod from Soap as he continued, “Yeah that was Alexei. Ilya told me I killed him before he put the screws through my hands.” He swallowed hard, fingers reaching up to pull at the black mask he’d slid back over his face when they'd gotten into the truck, pulling at the hem to ensure his face was still covered. A hollow comfort he’d found in the black fabric. “By that point I couldn’t remember barely anything though, I was losing myself I think. When the camera turned off he stuck a metal rod to my back, burned the fuck out of me I don't even remember how many times. The worst part though? It made me hungry. How do you smell your own burning flesh and get hungry, Ghost?” He felt a sob trying to claw out of him, but forced it back down, blinking a couple times to clear his eyes before he ended up bawling in this man’s passenger seat.
The man beside him cleared his throat before answering, “They were starving you Soap. The mind will do anything to keep itself alive.” Eyes burned him until he finally looked up, catching sight of the hazel depths he wished he could live in for the rest of time. He’d be safe there, that he knew for a fact.
Finally the Scotsman managed a nod, “I guess. It was then I really started forgetting I think. I couldn’t remember anyone, their faces. The team’s faces. I didn’t have anybody to keep me going then, I just knew I was going to die alone and I didn’t want anyone to see that. I knew that I wasn’t me, if that makes sense.” He glanced up to find Ghost giving him an understanding nod and a voice in his mind whispered, ‘He knows better than anyone else ever could.’ There was a feeling that made it very clear the voice was speaking the truth, only Ghost knew what he was feeling right now. “After they stopped the recording, when the gun went off Ilya,” the name drew a shiver from him still whenever he spoke or heard it. “Ilya left me with that man you found me killing. He- He uh,” the words refused to come out. No one had been privy to this information yet, not a single soul on the hospital staff and not even command when they'd been pressing him for information.
There was another strangled sob in his throat that he disguised as a cough as the memory lit up his mind. “You don’t have to tell me if you aren’t ready Soap,” fucking Christ why did he have to be so patient. It made him weak, made him feel fragile when all he wanted was to feel like a force of nature again. To be the man he'd seen in that footage earlier, unstoppable even on the brink of death, “I’m sorry that you had to go through that, all of it. Especially alone.”
The words had his chest tightening before he sniffed quickly, wiping the tears before they spilled. He wasn’t going to cry, not now. Soap knew that he had to be able to recount his experience, and no one made him feel safer, like he could tell them without judgment, than the man beside him. Memory of anger or not, he knew Ghost cared about him enough that he wouldn’t feel ashamed the second he said it. “The man you and Konig found me with. When Ilya left he, uh, he raped me, Ghost.” There it was, and when he looked up he saw an even expression staring back at him. Hands tightened on the steering wheel turning his bare knuckles even whiter than they already were. “More than once.” His stomach twisted painfully at the memory watching the Lieutenant’s reaction and fearing the worst.
Ghost only gave him a quiet nod and answered, “I’m sorry. We should have been there sooner and I’m sorry for that.” The emotions licked at the edges of the dam, threatening to spill over. Threatening to cut straight through the thick walls he’d been steadily building.
When he turned his eyes back to the road the shame still burned. Admitting that another person had violated him, and another man at that, made his skin crawl, the memories surging around him not helping in the slightest. "It wasn't your fault. I killed that one too but you already knew that." He saw Ghost nod, glancing up when the truck turned sharply into the parking lot of an apartment complex. He still didn't remember the place, his brows furrowing as he tried to recall the information. "What's this?" He turned a questioning look towards Ghost.
The big man gestured with a nod, "Your apartment complex. You live right up there." When Soap turned his eyes up, looking at the place with even more confusion, the big man asked, "Do you not remember it?"
His head shook and Soap answered, "This place doesn't look right. Doesn't feel like home. Are you sure?" Blue eyes shot to the driver who gave him a quick nod in answer. Soap sighed and shrugged, "Maybe I'll remember when we get inside then." He opened the door and headed for the stairs, hand digging in his pocket for the set of keys he had. Ghost was right behind him as he climbed the stairs slowly, a woman passing by them and giving the both of them a weird glance before hurrying past not wanting to get mixed up in whatever they were doing.
Soap stopped when Ghost cleared his throat, turning to watch the man glance at the door he'd passed. He stared at it for a long moment before surprise found his eyes, "Oh! Oh right. Sorry." He slid his key into the lock, trying to turn it though it stuck, not wanting to respond properly. A sheepish look found his gaze as he glanced up sideways at Ghost muttering again, "I'm sorry," pulling the keys out of the lock they fell to the ground. "Shite, I'm sorry," his voice was beginning to wobble, the emotions of the day threatening to drown him once more. He reached down picking the set of keys up and trying again, and still the door stayed stubbornly locked in front of them. "Fuck, I-I’m sorry."
"It's ok Soap, let me try," the large hand reached out for the keys which the Scotsman readily handed over. When the key still wouldn't turn even for the big man they glanced at one another. "It's alright come on," Ghost motioned for him to follow as they headed back down the stairs to the office on the first floor.
A skinny middle aged man opened the door when the Lieutenant knocked. "Um, what can I do for you?" He was looking between the both of them obviously confused as to why they were at his door right now.
Ghost lifted the keys in his hand, "Doesn't work." The man's brows furrowed and the Lieutenant clarified, "Apartment 307, key doesn't work. Last name MacTavish"
The landlord's brows rose then, seemingly surprised, "You mean the young man from the news? John MacTavish? He's dead and his lease was up. No one ever came to collect his things so we gave someone else the lease."
Hollow, that was how he felt. Not even his name could break through that shell that he'd been building to protect himself from something like this. Blue eyes fell to the ground, missing the heat of anger that flared in Ghost's eyes before the big man asked, "So then where are his things? What'd you do, throw them out?"
The man answered quickly, seeming to fear his demise at the behemoth standing in front of him, "N-No sir. We sold them to a second hand store down the road. The furniture was still good and they agreed to take the personal items as well so they just came in and cleaned out the apartment. Clothes, furniture, everything."
Ghost was staring hard now, and when Soap looked up he could see the rage just barely contained there. Rather than let it burst out on the man he tugged at the dark shirt he was wearing, getting the attention of those hazel eyes and muttering, "Let's go Ghost." It was hard to control the tears welling up now as he turned and headed back for the truck. He was so tired, he'd been through PT, an interrogation by his own commanding officers, and now this shit that was all just snowballing at this point. When he finally made it back to the black truck, leaning against it for a moment to rest his leg, everything was starting to spill over.
When the other man came around his shoulder, worried eyes looking down at him he couldn't take it anymore. He shot forward, arms wrapping around a thick torso as his body shook with quiet sobs, hiding his face from the Lieutenant, hiding his shame and his fears and his tears. They flowed freely now, unstoppable as the dam shattered inside him. Everything he'd had to deal with, every emotion he'd been subjected to since his capture, every ounce of pain that ripped through his body every time he fucking moved found its way onto the black shirt Ghost was wearing. The scent of pine enveloping him in a cocoon, protecting him from the rest of the world as arms wrapped hesitantly around his back. The big man was unsure still, worried he might just make things worse but when Soap's face pressed into the valley between his pecs and his body came flush with the other muscled frame they both sank into the touch. "Hey Johnny it's ok shh."
That nickname should have made him flinch, should have made him want to get away, but it didn't stop at the first four letters of his name. 'Johnny.' Memories surged from behind the fraying mesh that had been holding them at bay. Pouring into his mind with cruel intent. 'Johnny, we're Johnny. Only Lt calls us Johnny.' The dead man spoke in his mind and not even the well of his tears could stop him from sputtering out, "Only you call me Johnny, Lt."
Face still buried he felt arms pull him closer, a chin resting on the top of his head as the man whispered an answer, "That's right Johnny. No one else, just me." The Scotsman could only manage a nod, the sobs retaking their hold on his stuttering breaths.
------- (Ghost POV)
He was barely holding it together. Ever since he'd squatted behind that door listening to Soap's panic attack through the door he'd barely been keeping hold of his own emotions. Never, in a million years, would he have thought that this man, this Scotsman he'd once been so exasperated by, could take over his mind so completely. This man, his Scotsman, could bring him so close to the emotional edge that he was nearly tipping into the boiling volcano that were his feelings. Soap was clinging to him so tightly it was nearly squeezing the breath from his lungs and all he could think was, ‘Fuckin finally’.
Ghost couldn't believe it, the Sergeant was actually touching him. Seeking comfort in the embrace that had been glaringly absent until now. His own arms were wound tight around him, providing the safety and comfort that Soap was so desperately searching for. Nothing could have pulled him away from this moment. Relief was washing over him while he finally got to touch him again after fearing that he’d never get the opportunity to do so again. He only wished it was under better circumstances, that this wasn't merely a bandage for the open wound that he knew was in Soap's heart right now.
It wasn't until those sobs finally faded, and the salty tears that were soaking the front of his shirt were beginning to dry that the face buried in his chest finally pulled backwards. He lifted his chin, glancing down into azure hues he'd once feared that he'd never see again. "Better Johnny?"
There was a slow nod before the strained voice answered, "Much, Lt."
"Then let's go get your stuff back," they separated slowly. Soap had to take a moment to regain his balance with his stiff leg before he headed around the truck to the other side. They both climbed in, the Lieutenant reaching forward to turn the radio on quietly knowing that the Scotsman had always preferred it to the quiet of riding.
He felt eyes watching him, for once it was him who a hole was being bored into. “I remember some things Ghost,” there was a quiet glance in the direction of the other man before he gave a low grunt, questioning what it was. “I remember that I nearly died when we fell out of a plane,” he nodded along quietly letting the Scotsman recount his memories in his own time. “I remember the city where we found Suheil. You and I, we were partnered up together. I killed a kid in the stairwell,” he saw the eyes fall down to his hands, both of them remembering the child they’d seen hiding underneath the stairs. “But we saved Konig,” a bit of the light came back in his eyes, “We saved someone at least. So we do save people?” The azure eyes found him again and Ghost gave another quiet nod, feeling a bit of relief when he saw the Scotsman take a deep breath.
When the truck pulled into the parking lot the big man parked and turned to look at Soap in the passenger seat. “We do save people Johnny, and you’re not a bad man. You gave that boy a quick death, it was better than what he was going to get otherwise.” The Scotsman nodded slowly, still sorting through the memories that were coming back before he cleared his throat and nodded towards the store, “Come on, let’s go get your stuff?”
The store was small, and for the most part devoid of other patrons. The young girl behind the register didn’t even look up when they entered, not until the two men neared and her eyes blew so wide he was afraid they were about to pop out. She blanched at the both of them until Johnny asked, “Hey did you pick up some things from an apartment complex recently? Furniture, clothes, some personal things?” The poor teenager was eyeing them both now, gaze flicking back and forth between them. Completely unable to answer the two men both wearing balaclavas like they’d just come straight from a bank heist or something.
It wasn’t until an older woman came out from the back that someone actually spoke to them, “Oi! Can I help you two with something?” Both of their heads turned to find her as she walked their way, “Well? Can I?”
Ghost looked down at Soap, staying quiet now that the Scotsman seemed to be feeling a bit more like his talkative self. “Yeah, I’m trying to find my things. The apartment complex down the street sold all my stuff to ya and I was wondering if ya could help me find it.”
The woman glanced between the both of them before asking, “You mean the apartment they hired us to clean out cause that kid didn’t renew his lease?” Soap gave her a quick nod in answer, “We’ve sold just about everything already. The furniture some university kids got and the clothes went to one of those homeless shelters, doubt you’ll ever get either of those back.”
His face fell, Ghost could see the light that had been reignited beginning to dim again and it hurt him deeper than he ever thought it could. In that place that he still wasn’t sure was real, the soul that lived only when Soap was around to make it so. It was that dying light he could see in his eyes that finally had Ghost speaking up, “What about the pictures and things? The personal stuff that you took.”
It took her a moment as she tried to think and then she gave them both a shrug, “I’m not sure really. I’m sure some of it is still back there but I haven’t been able to do inventory yet this week.” Soap took a step back, eyes casting down to the floor so lost in his mind again Ghost knew he’d have done anything to stop his racing thoughts. The woman got around to it first though, “If you want you can go have a gander lads. Please, just don’t steal anything, yeah? We sell things to people who need them ok, we barely make ends meet as it is. You promise you won’t steal anything and you’re free to go have a look.”
Azure eyes lifted to her and the Scotsman gave a quick nod, “Thank ye, ma’am. I appreciate it, I really do.” The light returned and he felt at ease once more, giving the woman a quick nod as well as she led them into the back where countless things were strewn about haphazardly.
They both moved slowly into the backroom as the woman disappeared with a cart of things to fill the shelves of her small store. Ghost looked around at everything and then gestured towards the other side of the room, “I’ll take one side, you take the other?”
Soap gave him a slow nod, “Aye, sounds good to me Lt.” And so they split up, one of them going one way and the other heading off to the far side. They cleared the room not unlike they swept through buildings when they were training. It was careful and methodical, both searching for anything that might have belonged to the Sergeant before being ripped from his apartment indelicately.
He was rummaging through a stack of books when the one next to it fell over. Hazel eyes widened, “Fuck,” he muttered quietly as he began to restack them neatly like they had been arranged before he’d messed them up. When he turned to pick one up though he froze, staring down at a sketch of himself, well of his mask anyway. His hands froze, hovering over the sketch and feeling a sense of deja vu, like he’d done this before. Seen drawings he wasn’t supposed to have seen.
It took a few moments to compose himself before he reached down to pick up the sketchbook that was sitting open to the world now. He swallowed hard, flipping through the pages slowly. Every single one was of him, standing on the tarmac with his helmet on about to ship off at General Shepherd’s command. In the downed helicopter while they were fighting for their lives and those of the rest of the team stuck inside with them. When they’d found the missile container and had to report it to that traitorous American bastard. He flipped through them with greedy eyes, heart racing in his chest and feeling emotions finally after holding them at bay for so long now.
He’d almost lost this man completely, and he had lost a part of him in that factory that he doubted he’d ever get back. Ghost had refused to let himself think about it until now, until Soap had cried into his chest shaking in his arms. That had nearly broken him then and there, but this? This was breaking him, cutting through him so easily he didn’t even feel the tears on his face until they were soaking into the balaclava and falling onto the pages.
He flipped to the last page, staring down at his face, eye black still covering his eyes and scars drawn so prominently. It was before they’d gone after Graves when he’d first taken off the mask in front of Soap. He lifted a clenched fist to his mouth, shoulders hunching as he fought to control himself. Soap had nearly died, he had lost himself in that factory and he hadn’t been able to stop it, hadn’t even been able to comfort him. And now here he was lying to the poor man, hiding their relationship and their fight like an idiot.
“I felt like I was intruding on your privacy so I stopped drawing.” The Scotsman’s voice was quiet behind him. It was Ghost’s turn to feel like a mess though, voice caught in his throat and refusing to turn around to meet the eyes he knew were on him now. Soap came into view at his side then, fingers running over the drawing lightly before he turned to look up at him. “It felt wrong to draw your face without your permission, Simon.” A strangled sound ripped out of his throat then, it was the first time he’d heard his name come out of Soap’s mouth since he’d been back.
The big man turned slowly, afraid he might do something hasty if he wasn’t careful, afraid that he’d end up hurting Soap even more than he already had. He didn’t have to make the first move though, that was what Soap was good at, he always had been. Arms slipped around his torso and his reaction was immediate and instinctual. Ghost pulled the masked face against him, his tears soaking Johnny’s shirt this time.
“I’m so sorry Johnny,” he felt like he was losing himself in the scent of sandalwood and trying to drown himself in it. It’d been absent for so long he had been certain he’d never get to breathe it in again. “I missed you so much sweetheart.” His fingers curled into the muscle of his shoulder, hanging on for dear life as he tried to ground himself with the weight of the man in his arms.
Soap’s fingers rubbed into his back slowly before he whispered back, “It wasn’t your fault, Ghost.” A soothing noise came from the Scotsman before he whispered again, “I missed you too, m’eudail.”
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I'm thinking angsty -kinda. Day 6 Gods and magic
Viggo had noticed an oddity as of late when it came to his dear Hiccup Haddock. He would come back later and leave earlier. As though he always had some place better to be. Viggo had noticed almost immediately. He knew how important freedom was to Hiccup. He had the heart of a dragon and as much as he loved him he couldn't cage that. It hurt Viggo when Hiccup started to pull away physically. Viggo tried to seduce him back to his bed which worked for awhile but not forever. Hiccup didn't become cold simply grew distant. Hiccup started taking more trips that lasted longer and longer. Hiccup seemed unsure about something and then he didn't show.
The trip Hiccup was on was only supposed to last a month and when it was over they were supposed to meet at an island that was quite peaceful. The were supposed to meet on a beach that had good memories for both of them. They had many passionate rendezvous on this beach in particular. If you looked closely enough there was a spot in the woods where there was only dirt due to Toothless trying to keep himself entertained by drawing in the mud. Viggo waited for both dragon and rider until the sunset. First he checked the other beaches then the forest then the letter itself before finally resigning back to his ship.
Hiccup apologized in the form of a letter a week later saying the weather had delayed him. Not even landing on the deck and handing the letter to Viggo, but shooting it at him with an arrow that landed between his feet. If Viggo had to guess as to why he didn't land it was because he didn't want to give Viggo the chance to seduce him. That was one of the last straws for Viggo. He was getting to the bottom of this one way or the other.
Viggo was confused, until these last few months their relationship had been going swimmingly. It was pure bliss between the two of them. They were in pure sync and ruling well together. They had started new businesses that benefited both of them that would advance both of their trading. These new businesses would open new trade routes and opportunities that didn't rely on dragons for both riding and killing. Viggo started to wonder if Hiccup no longer wanted to be with him or if he found another partner. Viggo thoughts grew jealous and spiteful. Viggo scanned the days in his mind before Hiccup had grown distant. Searching for an answer anything that could help. After days of hyperfixating he turned bitter knowing the fault didn't lay with him.
When he finally saw Hiccup again the guards had to alert him to it because it wasn't a day they were supposed to meet. Viggo figured it was because he had missed the last two because he had stopped bothering after Hiccup missed the last six. Viggo didn't give him permission to land. Merely scowled and gestured for him to give him a minute. Hiccup seemed confused by this. Hiccup knew as long as he came with peaceful intentions he was usually allowed aboard. However Viggo was bitter and Hiccup didn't know. So Viggo simply did what Hiccup had done. He shot an arrow with a letter tied to it close enough for toothless to catch but not close enough that it would hit him. Viggo made sure none of his men tried to shoot making sure they understood his shot was only a warning. Having his men shoot at Hiccup would be going too far at the moment. Hiccup was shocked and didn't react but toothless caught the arrow with ease. This having been the way to communicate earlier on in their relationship without anyone getting hurt.
Hiccup urged Toothless to fly off seeing and feeling the tension in Viggos face and in the air. The letter said '-two days -the island we were supposed to meet at-at noon'. Toothless gave a supportive growl. Toothless had known Hiccup was looking forward to seeing Viggo again especially after all they had just gone through these past couple months. The dragon hoped his human could figure it out and change things for the better.
Hiccup was confused but respected Viggo so he stayed away. He waited for Viggo on the beach like he asked. Usually Viggo was punctual but he actually arrived an hour late on the dot ironically enough. Viggo walked off his hips each board creaking under his feet. Viggos feet landed on the sand and he sent the ship the signal to wait for him. Hiccup's heart was hammering in his chest. He had been excited but with Viggos expression the way it was he wasn't so sure. They stood in silence for awhile with Toothless not leaving Hiccup side. Hiccup took the first steps gently grabbing Viggos arm
Viggo barked out "What changed Hiccup?!" Hiccups eyes widened
"Nothing!" saying it out of pure reaction "Nothing has changed I want to be with you." Hiccup cupped Viggos face
Viggo turned his head away "Something changed and it wasn't me" Viggo shifted Hiccups collar if only to confirm his worst fears. Under his collar was a red mark. Viggo scoffed and reached for his flare and began walking to a place that would make it easy to see.
"Viggo please talk to me" Hiccup wasn't sure what to do
"That mark on your neck says enough"
"On my neck?... Viggo please its not what you think!"
"Then prove it" Viggo began to walk again. Hiccup mind raced with ideas, so he pulled as hard as he could on his tunic using all his weight. Normally nothing would have happened but they were walking on sand making standing unstable. Viggo landed on top of Hiccup with both their backs facing the ground. Viggo quickly got up to avoid crushing his dear Hiccup, but Hiccup secured his hands around Viggos waist with a gronckle like grip.
"Hiccup my dear"Viggo struggled to move "Let go I don't want to hurt you!
YOU ALREADY HAVE"
Viggo went limp. He could feel a wet spot on his back.
"I'll let go if you promise to stay and listen, so that I can prove to you its not what you think" Viggo nodded and Hiccup let him go. Hiccup got up and lifted his shirt. Before he could say anything Viggo noticed adorning his chest and arms were marks of gods. Thors hammers, Freys boat, and most prominently a cat of Freya right over his chest.
"I had a dream about asking the gods permission to be with you to make sure I could be with you no matter what." Hiccup held Viggos face once again this time Viggo kissed Hiccups palm. " I also realized I hadn't told My father about us. That's why I was late last time. It took me longer than I thought to... curve his wrath. He hasn't exactly heard good things about you before. "
Viggo nodded in understanding. Hiccup explained that once he got his fathers approval he went to the gods. He had to make a giant hammer for Thor, A boat for Frey, a staff for Odin so on and so forth making a ring for Freya to bless after making a statue (Freya had not been in a good mood apparently)
"A ring to bless and her blessing to marry you" Hiccup had tears in his eyes
"Hiccup-" Hiccup flung himself into Viggos arms
"Viggo Grimborn you ruined my proposal. I expect you to propose next time ok?" Hiccup was crying into his tunic but Viggo couldn't care less. Viggo hugged hiccup griping on to him as though hes was going to fall through his arms like how he often fell though the sky.
" I promise I will and I promise I will do it right. " Viggo grabbed his face to look him in the eyes "I will get the gods permisson too, but I want to do it with you, so that we don't have to part again" Then he kissed him. Viggo kissed Hiccup as though a red death were about to eat them that very moment. It was messy but so very happy and neither wanted to stop. They came up for air once they had to, breathing heavily once they did. Toothless bounded over and slurped at them both until they were in hysterics. Viggo confessed because he had almost cut the most important person out of his life and broken his own heart.
"I cut our relationship myself because I was afraid you already had. I've been cheated on before and I didn't want this relation to end like that one. I promise when I propose I will do right by you."
And he did. Together they went on tour to the best temples in the archipelago. To get permission and blessings without leaving each other's sides. Everyone around them thought it was insufferable but knew it made them happy. They learned to talk to one another no matter what. They both knew they over though things and worked on it and were patient with one another. Thankfully 'Will you marry me?' is a very easy question to answer.
The wedding was grand uniting people of warring ideas. With both people and dragons in attendance. There was magic in the air no one could deny it and the thought that Viggo and Hiccup would every split just a funny story told at the wedding nothing more. The wedding was held on a Friday to honor the goddess Freya the goddess of marriage. So that no one not even the gods could split up Viggo and Hiccup.
I had the chance to turn this so angsty but I wanted a happy ending. Do you want me to publish the angsty one too? I wanted to push through 1.5 k words for you guys because the last two were on the shorter side. No beta, 1661 words. Did this idea come from the fact that I researched what Viking weddings are like for Vigcup a month ago and I learned Vikings had weddings on Fridays for Freya and that's it? YES
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I want to check up on you. Is everything okay? 🫂
Hi Planky, thank you for this! Sorry if I've made ya'll worry with my relative inactivity, I've been meaning to make an update post for awhile.
I'm doing alright, nothing bad personally is happening besides maybe work being extremely busy and burning me out (winter at a ski resort and all).
But above that, I'm not sure why but I just haven't been checking up on Tumblr as much as of late. Plus I kinda accidentally slipped out of my wrestling hyperfixation for a bit and fell back into an old one, so I'm mostly just trying to ride this one out so I can return to my normally scheduled programming, haha 😅 I haven't even watched AEW for the past week or two so I haven't had much to say and have honestly been avoiding spoilers until I catch up on my recordings.
As for any fic updates I haven't gotten as much progress done as I'd like but I will say Chapter 7 was started, with one scene nearly finished, and I was working on that secret fic on the side. I won't abandon them! My mind just decided to play with some other ideas for a bit I guess.
But again, I appreciate the check up. I hope you're doing alright too! (As well as all the other followers reading this. Hugs 💜)
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Back to Books!
I really fell off the reading goal bandwagon after, what, January? Let’s blame the ADHD for that hyperfixation fizzling out. But! I’m back to reading now. I’ll call it a combination of long car rides, a need for background noise while cleaning and doing tasks on my own, and a desire to be a good example to my new students.
So what have I read in the past month? (I’m no particular order, and it might have been more like 6 weeks…)
I finished:
The Ramona Quimby Collection by Beverly Cleary - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Technically this was 8 books (?) I have read all the Ramona books in the past. I think my favorites are Beezus and Ramona and Ramona’s World, so the start and end of the series. It’s interesting to see Ramona and Beezus grow up through each book. These books bring back a lot of memories for me. I give them a collective four stars.
Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
An absolute classic and a masterpiece. Picked this one specifically because I want to read it to my third graders. Absolutely beautiful. If you haven’t read this one, do it! The full cast recording was pretty good. (As a kid I think I had the tapes with E.B. White reading it himself, which was also fantastic if you can find it.)
Redwall by Brian Jacques - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
An old favorite. Brian Jacques was a wonderful world builder and this is the one that started the series. Four stars, with one just for the full cast recording. Jacques was the master of those!
Mattimeo by Brian Jacques - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Sequel to Redwall so I had to follow up with this one. More lovely world building, fun characters, and amazing performances.
Taggerung by Brian Jacques - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
My favorite Redwall book. I love all the characters and the plot, and I get songs from this stuck in my head! Absolutely gorgeous.
Coraline by Neil Gaiman - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A modern classic, in my opinion, but I had to stop listening to it until daytime. Something about listening to it at night on my own was too creepy! Neil Gaiman’s voice is one I could listen to no matter what he read.
The Losers Club by Andrew Clements ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
A new (to me) book by a favorite author! I really connected with the main character, who is a book lover to the point he gets in trouble at school for reading when he’s not supposed to! I so relate! The story was really fun and had a great message. I might do this one as a read aloud for my kiddos. Alec (the main character) is in 6th grade, but I think my kiddos could understand. It has a list of recommended books at the back, many of which I have not read (yet!)
I’m currently reading:
High Rhulain by Brian Jacques - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Another good Redwall book. I like the character and all the riddles. This one is a comfort read. It gets stars because I’ve read it before.
A House with Good Bones by T. Kingfisher
Just checked this one out from the library and then thought, “Oh! I haven’t done a reading update. I should do that!” I’ll let you know how it is. It looks a little spooky!
Not sure if I’ll dig out my tracking blanket project, but I at least wanted to share these. I want to teach my class to share what they’re reading and how they feel about books, so like I said, I’m setting a good example.
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Get To Know Me
Who dis? It's me! Been a hot minute, hasn't it? This year has been a pile of dung up until now, if I'm being completely honest, hence my absence from Tumblr and most social media. I had an accident in December and have been feeling like dirt ever since. But: I'm back now! Mostly thanks to my beloved @johaerys-writes and the amazing @mogwaei who tagged me for this game. Thanks to you two! ❤ It's been a please reading your posts.
And now: Let's dive in!
Share your wallpaper: I'm a very boring person who has her own artwork as a wallpaper on her phone (talking about this study I did last year). XD It reminds me that (every once in a while) I do create something that I actually enjoy without any self-doubt or regret, and I like that.
Last song you listened to: "Eyes Closed" by Ed Sheeran. I'm a very basic person, lol.
Currently reading: Let me check Goodreads real quick... Yeah, I'm reading far too many books at the same time again. So here's the top 3 of books I'm reading and enjoying the most atm:
The Blacktongue Thief by Christopher Buehlman
Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon
Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
There's also a bunch of fanfic I need to catch up on but my mind has been all over the place.
Last move: "Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves". My P&P podcast party had been invited to a preview 2 weeks ago and we had a fun time watching that movie.
Craving: Time off. I've been working non-stop for the past 8 months or so (with Christmas being the only exception) and I'm feeling super drained right now. Luckily, there are a few short trips coming up in April and July, so there is that!
What are you wearing right now: Basic black jeans and a white knitted sweater. It's spring but it's still flipping cold in my apartment. Ooph!
How tall are you: 168 cm or 5'5 feet (I guess?)
Piercings: Just the two for my earrings. As I said, I'm *very* basic. :')
Tattoos: Currently I got two but I plan on getting more later this year. Gotta save up some money first.
Glasses? Contacts? I got 3 different glasses (transparent, gold and brown frames) and contacts because I like to switch things up.
Last drink: I'm currently having some coffee with oat milk aka The breakfast of Champions. Or so I keep telling myself XD
Last thing you ate: Chicken wrap with lots of cheese. It was amazing.
Favorite color: My taste in color(s) shifts constantly but I'm currently obsessed with green in various tones. I keep getting back to like a warmer green because it makes me feel very cozy. But I also adore a good color combo of orange and violet/lilac or yellow and dark blue. It depends on my mood.
Current obsession: Truth be told, because of the current state of my mental health, I have a hard time being obsessed about anything. It's not like I can't enjoy things (I know that that feels like and I don't want to get back to *those days*) but there's not hyperfixation that lives rent-free in my head. And you know what? It feels terrible! I miss the feeling of being utterly obsessed about something. I crave that level of excitement, honestly!
Unrelated Obsession: Okay, I guess this means non-fandom obsessions. I do have one of those! A short while back, I read a book by the title "Genghis Khan and the Making of the Modern World" which was fascinating. I loved that it was not Euro-centric and instead focussed on the achievements of Genghis and his successors. I've been gobbling media with the same or similiar topics – including finally playing "Ghost of Tsushima" which send me reading up on the Mongol invasion of Japan. It's been an intriguing ride!
Any pets: I'm too allergic to have cats, dogs, and other animals and I hate it. I want a little doggo so badly... 💔
Do you have a crush on anyone: IRL? Not anymore. I used to have a crush for most of last year but since he started ghosting me a few months back, I decided to focus my attention elsewhere. I'm *done* with dating and have been for the past couple of years. As for fictional characters... I have to go with Solas, although (as I mentioned) my excitement has died down somewhat. I still love that boy to death but I'm not as obsessed as I used to be.
Favorite fictional character: How dare you make me chose one?! I have a trillion fave characters and they're all precious to me ;_; No, I will not pick one because I truly can't!
The last place you traveled: I went to Cologne, my hometown, three weeks ago, but I assume that doesn't count as traveling. I think my last real vacation was in 2019 when I travelled to the Leipzig Book Fair. Oh my... 😅 (And I was wondering why I felt so drained all the time, lol. Dang... what a reality check. This hurts!).
That's it! Hope you enjoyed the read :3
Time to forward some tags. As always, please feel free to join in or ignore the tag: @serial-chillr @faerieavalon @thebookworm0001 @ohmypawsandwhiskers @pikapeppa @oxygenforthewicked @fiadhaisteach @noire-pandora @ellie-effie. Sending all of you lots of love. I hope you're doing great!
Until next time, lovelies! <3
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I'm so concerned that I'll NEVER finish a novel-sized anything.
I mean, technically, I have. I've finished about 23 novel-sized things. It's just that most of them are shitty and the one that wasn't shitty was still... not very good. A very long process, this. But the idea is, I would like to end a story and have that story be good all the way through. This is the dream. Doesn't matter how good the ride is if it terminates in a brick wall.
So my BioShock hyperfixation has been gradually winding down for the past... oh, two months? I have managed to ease my fall by sliding down the fireman's pole of "adjacent interests." Anyway, I'm heading toward a drawer period with this story--totally normal for me. Having a hyperfixation for a literal fucking year is the weird part. Just six more weeks and it will truly be that old. Unfortunately, it's a sign that nothing is quite right in my life, but at the same time, I ain't wastin this fuckin impetus, ok
Now consider this.
A Summer for Saya. TMNT fic. Leorai. Exceptionally cursed. I've known how it ends for years. I have easily written about 150,000 words just trying to get the thing to the finish line. I end up skidding on my face into a compost pile EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.
At this point I've formed a goddamn complex about the dumb fucking thing. And by forming a complex about Saya, I've formed a complex about Uprising. I'm terrified I won't complete it correctly or worse--at ALL. There's a reason I haven't posted much of Uprising: I do not want to get hamstrung by feeling like there are Expectations. It's Expectations that get me most hung up--no matter how I try to push them out of my mind.
I know very well what I must do: ease up :) Relax :)) Think about what's gonna be fun. Forget everybody but myself. Turn on the good music (or none at all). Go to a strange, new, and/or comfortable place and write with a coffee and a biscotti. Follow my excitement, my passion, whatever interests me. Go re-read some old comic books. Just read some books full-stop. Try to get excited about it. And so on.
It's at times like this that I remember a scene from Rick and Morty in that stupid-ass "Get Schwifty" episode, where Rick tells Morty that he has to stop worrying because that just fouls up the creative process. Granted, the final product is, "Take a shit on the floor," which may be a sort of wisdom in its own way, but I can't even take the goddamn shit. It's impossible to trick myself. I have no idea what to do. I am my own worst enemy.
One of the problems that hit me with Saya was that its drawer period came RIGHT AT THE END. Just right there at the climax. I was just done. We needed space from each other. And every time I come back, I'm just not able to get back into the right headspace.
So right now I feel like I have got to try and finish Only Man before the drawer slams shut or I may hit the same horrible, impermeable wall. My biggest fear is that it'll turn into a forever wall. This forever block. My own ability to screw up my own creative process so goddamn badly that nothing ever ends and I'm just writing and writing forever.
It may be good for me on a private level, but I'd love to share my work someday, you know? I'm proud of these things for a goddamn reason.
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#CalmWriMo Final Weeks (Wrap-up 19-31)
Hello it's been a while, hasn't it? So this is the final actualization of this month event, and as you can see for the date is December already... my bad.
In this case there was supposed to be an actualization the past Sunday 26th and another one marking the finish line on Friday 1st. That didn't happened however, I got a lot of things keeping me busy this past weeks and at the same time I didn't have quite the energy or the motivation so in the case of progress I didn't have a lot to show you...
But after all that I did wanted to do this post, marking the progress of this month dedicated to build and reach certain goals but, in spirit of the same tag #CalmWriMo, doing those at my own pace and with as much calm as I wanted.
So here's my late and final actualization of this journey into this month writing and selfcare goals. First blog here for reference.
Writing Goals.
I did have some notorious progress into the writing of the Eternal Throne, I wasn't able to write everyday as I was looking forward to do but I did manage to write 11 out of the 30 days.
Tracking this progress in my spreadsheet I manage to have a final word count of: 18,362 marking the progress of this month alone to 2,240 words
I didn't catch up with all the request and tag games I had in my backlog because of having to be too much hyperfixated in certain scenes I wanted to edit and a particular scene I wanted to finish before releasing.
I did reorganize the archives, and they're feeling quite cozy lately. It's great to see the new organization, and that I no longer need to scroll down to find certain things as well as how the Archives thematic feels just as I intended since the beginning.
Second blog planning has been rough but I still have hope into it's development.
Gaster ☝✌💧❄☜☼
Self-care goals.
Now with the progress of the Archivist trying to be kind to themselves.
The sleep schedule recovery mission had their ups and downs but I would say now is more stable that it was a month ago which is great.
I did go back to running each week successfully (yay!) out of the 5ish weeks of the duration of this event I did go for this exercise 4 out of 5. Mixed results with each but the habit is back on track, after so many months without being able to be consistent so that's great.
My health was 'good?'. As the sleep schedule it has been a bumpy ride, but at least I'm better now. I would not get into details but before this month started I was really concerned about that regard, now finally I can say that at minimum it doesn't concerned me that much anymore.
So that's all I have to say. Thank you to the ones who keep up with this journey and for those in the future who just pick their interest. This archivist is very grateful for your visit and they hope to see you soon, take care and don't forget: Memento Mori.
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ive only been on your page for five minutes and im already in LOVE! your f1 au is so smart and so chefs kiss literally so good. love it when two of my hyperfixations meet each other. gojo in a merceydess racing suit? yes slay. geto as his only rival? even slayer. nanami as a toto wolff kind of team principal? slayyyyyy. genuinely so good. also what team do you think geto would be in? feyrari??? anyway love your work and all that mwah kiss kiss
im so glad you like it because its rly just a bunch of overpaid men going vroom vroom in their ugly cars and in an act of giving into indulgence and bein a glutton, i placed the 2d men into it, creating this universe is not only specifically for me (and like 3 anons) but im forcing everyone to look at it too.
bask in a gojo that's ten times more of a nuisance, a competitive menace with no filter and absolutely no fear. who would not bow to stress or loss, well, because he never loses. and even when the pressure and temperatures rises, that racing suit would not be able to shield him from the heat of bahrain, or the hot tar of a race track below his feet, steaming, smoking with dark, inky lines the tyres leave behind, and especially not in your gaze staring at his form, tall and proud and that of a god, so inhuman, he floats above the rest, he who doesn't need history books because he's writes a new one all on his own.
from the moment his balaclava is pulled over his head to when he pulls it off, he thinks of everything but his own life. its why you worry when your cold hands aren't enough to snap him out of it, theres always the next race, the next win, the next time his car crashes into a barricade and you spend those few weeks nursing his injuries, a broken finger, stitches over his ribs, the soul crushing realization that he wouldn't see your face again. and you don't think about a vivid image like that, a past gojo who promised you that he'd be more careful, "i'll always come back to you," strong forearms wrapped tight around, so suffocating is his love, he lets you in slowly, warily, it's a lot to ask for, to see him as a person, so much so that he drives himself to the brink of death in lieu of it, bringing you along for the ride.
this gojo is more important, the gojo in front of you now, white strands of hair clumping together, he pushes them back, a beautiful face greeting you, one that turns red from the exertion, the warmth, the adrenaline. but you don't mind it, not when you kiss him just to be sure he's still here, that it's his heart pumping as fast as the rest of the drivers who zoom past, they have to keep up knowing they could never, but they try. it doesn't matter, gojo's thirsty, for more than just sponsored energy drinks and evian water. on your tip toes, you lean in, chasing after the fastest man alive.
and i can't begin to dissect geto suguru. how do you define driver like him? by skill? by wins? or is it just that he embodies all the best parts of what it means to drive; hunger, desire, chasing after something he can’t put a name to but he hopes to find it beyond the chequered flag, to rise above everyone, unlike gojo, geto drives for himself first. in scuderia red, one that’s burned into the minds of people. a red that calls for attention, that angers a raging bull. the colour of champions. a little darker when he bleeds from his nose, seeping into the grooves of your fingerprints when you press a towel to it, he looks up at you in contempt, who are you to touch him. and a little more vibrant when he strips off, bare and naked, he leaves it puddled on the floor and forgotten, would rather wear the marks you scratch into his back, down his chest, feel it sting, feel it hurt so good.
and it fits doesn’t it? that gojo breaks rules and drives for a team that moves forward, and that geto keeps to tradition, to its roots, what is racing without ferrari, all that prestige, the legacy he makes for himself when he comes into this sport with nothing, having to prove himself over and over again, breaking a sweat, and leaving his best friend behind for the songs they sing in the stands, for the taste of champagne. he steps onto the podium in monaco, in monza, in mexico, and a bright smile breaks over his face. completely different to the one he gives to you in the secluded corner of a pit garage. your chin in his grip, he tilts your head up, "you’re going to have to do better than that," he whispers, when has he ever needed a good luck charm, but he thinks otherwise now when it looks as good as you, when the taste of you alone sends sparks up his spine, setting his heart afire.
#not all the cars are ugly...the ferrari this szn fucks#and im biased but i wanna take a bite outta that papaya orange car#someone said 'what if geto was a r*dbool driver' okay do you hate me?#'even slayer' made me laugh hehe#formula one au#ask#anon#f1 au#pls im thinking abt team principal nanami having to deal with gojo and coming home to release all that anger and frustration on you
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I am going to bite your guys school. Heck yeah, let’s go adoption! And love that your best friend is chill with you guys being a sys. We Stan them being so mindful of boundaries here. Eughh, we feel you on the cis white boys. They need to STOP. Like, EW. I’m glad you’re all okay!
We’re actually pretty good. I’m making TikToks on our Sys acc, and I’ve been in front for the past few hours, chilling and having energy drinks (the white monster drinks are so good, and this is coming from someone who doesn’t like energy drinks). School has been… eventful for us. We don’t like it; very tiring but winter break is in three weeks! We’ve also been extremely hyperfixed on BATIM and Ride The Cyclone too; Sammy found out that it Kins from both RTC and possibly BATIM, so that’s all cool. Sammy also found out that they’re a Butch and cupioromantic too, so that’s been really neat. We’re also writing our story ideas and poetry. But yeah, that’s us!
I send my greetings to Bun, FWhip , and Grian! So does Sammy! Hope that they’re all well too!
— Delta/LL! Scott 💚
Hfjfne tought we answered this already oops-
But thats super cool! Sorry if this reply is minimal i actually dont know what else to say 😅
-Grian (hope you guys are doing good today btw!)
#On a side note i dont think we mentioned our friends is also our cg and that we're planning to live together-#grian.txt
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may i ask when will you be able to post barbie girl?
hi, honey bee !! 💕 I got quite a lot of asks about this so I thought I should address it dndjdjd I’m so sorry, but I have no idea 🤧 tbh I have no interest in nct anymore, I haven’t really gone on this blog in like 2 months aside from that one life update I posted, and I’m totally booked with work, social events, music festivals, and traveling until the end of the year :’) and I really think my writing skills have deteriorated 😵💫 I tried writing a bit of it during one of my train rides and it was absolutely horrible, I had to delete it 😭😭 my writing peaked with sweeter than honey and pussy blocked and now it’s regressed to my bts fic writing days 💀
also I can only hyperfixate on one thing at a time and it’s been genshin these past few months jajsjsjssj I finally got moon to play and she reached AR 45 in a few weeks 😎 we’re still working on peer pressuring lana into joining but it takes forever to download the game sndjdjdkdk
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Last weekend in pathfinder, we learned about Xanthadon’s Fungal Kyonin Archers, went…TO THE LIBRARY, had an unexpected meeting with Calio’s master, killed another Crone Queen, got a powerful ex-Technic League wizard to join our cause, said wizard revived a child whose haunt we saw back at the beginning of the campaign, then we went to the Cold Forge to face our next Crone Queen. Who burst in riding on the back of a modified Annihilator robot from Numeria, so that’s not going to be an issue *at all*
@scarlet-the-girl
This is going to be a short one because I hyperfixated on a different pathfinder campaign and didn’t write more than the summary above for last week’s game and now I need to write *this* weekend game down 😂
We started out with Xanthadon proudly showing off her Fungal Kyonin Archers, who she made in Aenland’s image, ecstatic that they had killed one of Treerazor’s lieutenants. She quickly read the room that no one else was celebrating their victory. Aenland wasn’t sure how to take the fungal archers—he shoved his way into the crowd of them, looking for familiar faces. He saw a single member of his hunting party amongst them, but the rest were strangers—some likely from hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years before he’d been born. Xanthadon revealed that she gave them the choice to become this—they were all warriors that fell in battle, and she reached out to them in the Boneyard and gave them the opportunity to return to a semblance of life to fight back against the elves’ greatest foe. Some refused her—but most did not. She made no secret of who she was, or if the Demon Lord she represented. She claimed anyone who agreed to her deal knew what they were getting into, they weren’t stupid. Aenland was angry, feeling she had manipulated people who were in a corner who would obviously choose a chance to fight back one last time. But at the same time he didn’t feel like he could entirely blame the people and wasn’t sure if he was right to condemn them and take the choice away from them, when he himself chose to serve Baba Yaga in exchange for a weapon to wipe Treerazor off the face of Golarian.
Xanthadon told Aenland to think on it, then the fungal elves became a mass of writhing fungus again, and she sunk down into a sinkhole where Treerazor’s lieutenant had once been. Nestian warned us to stay back—there were spores in the sinkhole that would make an unfortunate host into another of those fungal husks. The sink hole closed itself, and we discussed what to do next. Aenland still wanted to help break the Demon Lord’s hold on Xanthadon—now more than ever, perhaps, in the hopes that he could undo what she had done to his kinsmen. The party decided to gather a sample of the spores to see if they could be researched and possibly be used to make an antitoxin or something later. Calio, being particularly resilient to poisons due to his partially undead state, collected the sample.
The party reconvened at the clocktower, got themselves disguised as upper class citizens, left their Dragonkin companions behind, and then went TO THE LIBRARY.
On the way they ran into a Winter Witch patrol, but Calio talked their way past, claiming to be members of the ruling class going to the Royal Library to conduct research. He provided his forged paperwork, and the patrol bought the lie and let the party through.
At the library Calio claimed to the receptionist that they were studying a means of countering ‘those filthy druids’ who had once created the pockets of summer in Irrisen, as a means of countering them for their ‘glorious leader’ should the need ever arise. He was informed of where the fiction and non-fiction sections were, and told if he had his papers in order he could show them to the guard at the restricted section if he required access there.
While Calio looked around, Nestian and Aenland spotted Keisuke browsing the non-fiction section in his human guise of Dren Fielder. Calio decided he was going to do talk to him. Aenland stalked off in another direction to go talk to Wuso, who they’d seen reading at a table elsewhere, and Nestian and Edeya went to the lower level of the non-fiction section to eavesdrop on Calio and Keisuke.
Calio approached his master casually, careful not to seem too intent as Edeya had also spotted three Grimm guarding the non-fiction section and Calio didn’t want to draw their attention.
Calio greeted Keisuke, apologized for not contacting him when they first arrived but he’d been running around like crazy dealing with Crone Queens. Keisuke pointed out that he should be careful what he says, glancing behind them, and Calio remembered the Grimm. He began speaking telepathically to Keisuke instead, pretending to begin reading a book over his shoulder.
He mused how amusing it would be to take control of a Crone Queen, and Keisuke noted there was one in this library. Calio agreed, sounding eager to try taking over the plague-bearing former queen. Keisuke warned Calio to be careful not to get on Urgathoa’s bad side, as the Crone Queen was up to something their patron would likely take interest in. Calio assured him that he’d been very diligent about staying in her good books.
Keisuke asked if Calio needed anything of him in particular. So Calio but the bullet and asked Keisuke about Nestian’s mother and her Eidolon. Keisuke seemed genuinely confused for a moment, then frustrated noting ‘so that’s who it belonged to’. He admitted he HAD taken the Eidolon—he was using her to power something in the Nonagon which he wanted to show Calio—and Nestian’s mother WAS in danger, but he denied it being *his* fault she was in danger. Calio at the very least believed him that he hadn’t known the people he was targeting were related to Nestian specifically—it hadn’t been done out of spite, just a very twisted coincidence. That didn’t make it better, especially because Keisuke had every intention of continuing with what he was doing since he’d already gotten this far. But at least Calio knew it wasn’t a purposely targeted attack, which told him where he stood in relation to Nestian and Keisuke.
Keisuke invited Calio to visit the Nonagon again, and told him he’d send him away with another one time pass to enter his realm safely. He had something he wanted to talk to Calio about, and something he wanted to show him. Calio agreed.
Keisuke noticed a rare tome on the bottom shelf—one that would be worth a pretty penny to a collector. He suggested that Calio could steal it if he wanted to. Calio agreed that he kind of wanted to steal it. Keisuke looked away for only a moment, and when he looked again the book was gone. The kitsune—usually the one being called The Thief—was impressed by his protégé’s quick fingers. Calio just noted that one of their shared patron Norgorber’s concerns is with theft—so he’d made sure to learn a thing or two.
Down below, Nestian and Edeya realized quickly that Calio must be conversing with Keisuke silently and that they wouldn’t be able to overhear their conversation. So instead they began searching for books that might help on other subjects. Eventually the two of them wandered over to Aenland and Wuso’s table to wait for Calio.
Aenland had talked to Wuso, and learned that she’d found a passage in a book that seemed to suggest that she needed a particular poison to counteract the spores of Xanthadon’s Demon Lord. Aenland looked over the poem she had been studying, and surmised that she needed a Cayden Cailean worshipper to brew it for her. And so the first half of the puzzle had fallen into place.
Calio returned to the party, and told Nestian he would share what he’d learned from Keisuke later.
For now, he wanted to focus on how to get into the restricted section.
He suggested he sneak through the bars using his Spirit Walk ability, with Roscoe in his bag of holding. Then he could release Roscoe to stick a crossbow to the halfling guard’s head and tell him if he makes any sudden movements he’s a dead man.
Aenland agreed with this plan, with the condition that he’d be outside with an arrow also trained on the halfling so once Calio made to leave he would still have to remain in place and quiet. Calio agreed. He handed over a potion of invisibility to Aenland, then used Spirit Walk to become incorporeal. He walked straight through the bars and into the halfling’s guard station. He released Roscoe, dropped his spirit form, and threatened the man. The halfling was terrified of the necromancer, and handed over his keys—although he did have the gumption to ask how Calio intended to leave this place alive after he made it downstairs. Calio told the man he had his ways—then he warned him that they had another arrow aimed for his head and if he made a single stupid move, he wouldn’t live to regret it. With that he put Roscoe back in the bag and used his second use of Spirit Walk to vanish back through the wall. He opened the gate and let the rest of the party through, locking the gate behind them in the hopes that it would keep the guard from calling backup once they were downstairs and no longer directly intimidating him into compliance.
The party made it down to the basement and stopped when they saw they were going to trigger a trap: a symbol of death was on the wall—it wasn’t a threat now, but they knew if they had to fight in the next room it would become a death trap. Edeya disabled it.
Calio identified the sound of a haunt coming from beyond the door—the sound of many women screaming. He surmised that the haunt in question was going to summon Banshees. He and Nestian suggested that Edeya stand back. Calio would be unaffected as virtually everything a Banshee could do was either a death effect or negative energy. And Nestian and Aenland were hardy.
So Nestian opened the door.
The party fought four Banshees and four giants. Calio made each member of the party immune to the banshees one-by-one with Oracle’s Vessel, leaving the Banshees completely defanged. The same happened to four wraiths that appeared soon after, as their negative energy attacks also fell under the effect of Calio’s curse. Calio ripped the guard’s heart out when he ran downstairs, and Aenland took out the woman from the front desk—who was actually a summoner.
While they did this, Nestian went toe-to-toe with the next Crone Queen, using his hearty constitution to keep from catching her virulent plague, and swiftly dispatching her.
Calio ended the fight by forcing the last remaining combatant sorcerers to bow to him as their new god, casting Overwhelming Presence to momentarily appear as the shadow of an unholy fusion of Norgorber and Urgathoa.
Afterwards the party looted the place—retrieved Zernebeth’s spellbook, Calio retrieved a book Keisuke was seeking, and they found information on the whereabouts of one Caigreal—Jadrenka’s mother, the Warden of Artrosa.
Upstairs they found one of the three Grimm that had been in the fiction section trapped in a time lock, and there was evidence of fireballs having gone off. He hadn’t stuck around, but Keisuke had lent his protege a hand and kept the three powerful guardians from joining the fight downstairs.
With that out of the way, the party returned to the clocktower to reconvene with the Dragonkin and return Zernebeth’s spellbook to her. They waited around for the requisite hour, and then Zernebeth said she had one thing she needed to do before she was ready to leave with us.
She went to go see Denya in his room. She took out the diamond she had told Calio she had prepared for this moment, and crushed it as she cast her spell, with no explanation given. As the Wish spell completed, Denya’s son Dominik was resurrected. Denya was crying, and hugged both his son and his old friend who returned his family to him.
With that done, Zernebeth was ready to help us in earnest.
We made our way to the Cold Forge. There, in the entryway we found no living things—and no immediate threats. Only a sign that said ‘no living creatures beyond this point’
With that in mind, Calio decided to send Roscoe to investigate the next room—as an undead thing Calio figured he’d not set off whatever might be in there.
Roscoe opened the door—and came face-to-face with four Daemons.
The party sprang into action. Talsune flew forward—and Calio got shot with an empowered Disintegrate as a result of getting too close to the warning sign. However Talsune and Calio managed to together obliterate the nearest Daemon. The rest fell like dominos, given almost no chance to act before the party was upon them. Not even their bad luck aura could keep the party from wiping them out.
Nestian opened the next door, and the party saw a room full of strange, elemental-infused machines. Amongst them were also more Rune Giants.
And in the back, astride atop a modified Annihilator Robot from Numeria, was the next Crone Queen.
#pathfinder#PF weekly#yes I’m a week late cut me a break *pouts*#It’s the first time in like 28 sessions that I’ve failed to make an update within a week#I was busy hyperfixating on a different campaign okay >_>#(all offense is exaggerated for comedy)
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[ID: A sequence of 3D renders following a couple of characters from basic block-out through the larger of the two having been sculpted. The one sculpted is a chunky scorpion-like creature. The other character, still just approximated with deformed spheres and cylinders, is riding the scorpion's back in a chair. End ID]
As of a week ago, when I got permission from @nicholaskole to borrow these adorable characters (admire the original art here), I've joined yet another animation challenge! Because these buddies look like they'll be entertaining to watch move at semi-high speed and the Endless Engines challenge was announced at a time I was susceptible to its allure.*
And as of this afternoon, I finished the first full step: sculpting the scorpion. Next up is retopo and rigging (again, just of the scorpion to start), so that I can get the base animation done and have less unknown about my timetable to a minimum viable product to submit for the challenge.
Nobody asked, but since I am somewhat delaying the completion of the dino project by hopping into this I felt like explaining myself past the read more.
*My justifications for taking the bait of this challenge are as follows:
1: I had just had to pass on two game jams in the span of a month.
2: Had also just accepted that Bellicosaur no longer has any tasks left that are good for streaming.
~ 2a: I'm needing to do lots of test renders to check the interactions of displacement and transparency.
~ 2b: Everything is incredibly repetitive and I want to enter flow state/hyperfixation but that means not talking and not even doing anything visually interesting.
3: Therefore I'd just checked my standing To Model lists for something easier on my brain for a stream project (with these buddies ranking high since Mr. Kole first posted their WIP) when the Endless Engines Q&A stream notification pinged.
4: I might get to teach some kids about animation soon and (if I'm granted enough time to cover project workflow) it would be good to have started a project recently if for no other reason than battling imposter syndrome.
#endless engines#endless engines challenge#and my personal project tag for this is#enthusiastic entomology#nicholas kole#blender#3d modeling#3d wip#wip art#cj gladback
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