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polizwrites · 9 months

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WIP Update - 19 Jul 2023

Another pretty darned productive writing week! I touched 6 fics (4 WIPs & 2 new works) for a total of 3795 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Chapter 2 of Finding Something Fresh - Beta!sub!Bucky and Omega!Dom!Steve are figuring out the parameters of their relationship

There Would Be No Courage Were It Not for Hope - Tony being Bucky’s guide to queerness in the 21st century - bonus Pride Parade Float!

Where Will He Be Tomorrow? - No Powers AU - Natasha & Tony BroTP with exploration of gender.

Music to His Ears - Rock Band AU - Bucky discovering Tony’s band

Once Bitten, Not Shy - Tony and werewolf!Steve post-hookup

On Tumblr I posted:

On the Edge of Disaster - CA:CW retelling/fix-it

I have 17 semi-active WIPs 😬 with my current deadlines being the July Break Bingo, which ends 31 Jul and the Tony Stark This or That and Hot Bucky Summer events, which both wrap at the end of August.

See below cut for what I’m working on/planning to work on - arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc. As always, feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects or any other WIPs I’ve got out there. Interaction really helps feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2500-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

WinterIron Pride Prompt Party [WI_PPP] (Ends 15 Jul)

I didn’t get any more fills in for this daily prompt event hosted by the WinterIron Discord server, but I did a few self-recs to qualify for the Halfway badge (15 fills). I’m working on getting the fics posted to Ao3 - here’s my Masterpost

July Break Bingo [JBB_23] (Ends 31 Jul)

Signed up for a 3x3 card for this all fandoms, no minimums bingo event (@julybreakbingo ) because of course I need more prompts! 😁😬 I’m aiming for a blackout with three fills and four WIPs with another idea or two to work on. I’m playing a bit fast and loose with a few prompts, but I hope y’all enjoy anyways!

* A1 - “I can keep going” -filling this with Chapter 3 of Technicalities (Stucky professort/student AU) which is a crossover with my ACB Mutual Pining and SVB Experiment squares -- A bit of manual labor brings Professor!Steve and Student(but not Steve’s student)! Bucky closer together. It’s coming in at 1305 words and will post on 7/26.

* A2 - “I think I’m losing my mind.” Filled this with What Happens in San Francisco… in combination with the Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF208 Reporting the Scoop] and a SVB adoptable: Celebration Sex. It will eventually get posted to Ao3.

* A3 - Word: Advantage or Antonyms -- Flling this with Chapter 3 of A Sugar-Coated Pill (WinterIron Omegaverse Sugar Daddy AU) which is coming in at 1341 words and will post on 7/21. It’s crossing over with my HBE "How Did You Meet?” + High Stakes Op and TSTOT Omegaverse prompts, along with my WIB AU: A/B/O square. Bucky and Tony continue to make a good team, then sugar baby!Tony asks Bucky for a favor.

* B1 - Location: Train Tracks - combining this with my BBB Never the Fall that Kills You square for an angsty Winter Soldier fic - it’s sitting at 104 words and fighting me a bit at the moment. 😬

* B2 - FREE -- Will probably combine with this or next week’s Flash Fiction Friday.

* B3 - Pining/Longing/Being Needy - filling this with Chapter 4 of A Sugar-Coated Pill where Bucky has a bit of a problem, and Tony offers to help. It’s crossing over with HBS Week Nine (”Where do you want me?” + In My Lap), and ACB Mate-Induced Heat - the chapter is coming in at 1395 words and will post on 7/28.

* C1 - Location: Art Studio - Filled this with Teacher, Teacher, Can You Reach Me? which posted this morning. I combined this with my SAUB AU: Teacher and TSB Dares/Bets squares and TSTOT Best Friend prompt for a Tony & Rhodey bro-fic that is also a SteveTony meet cute. It came in at 1604 words.

* C2 - Moving In/New Home - filled with Starting Something New,

* C3 - Mutual Pining – maybe use this as an excuse to get my Centerfold Stucky fic finally started…? Plan B - combine with Technicalities - Chapter 3

Hot Bucky Summer [BBE_HBS] (Ends Aug 33)

Another @buckybarnesevents event, this time with weekly smexy prompts. My goal is to complete at least two fics/chapters per month for this challenge and have actually filled/will fill three of the 4 weeks for June and July so far.

Week Eight - “How did you meet?” + High Stakes Op - see JBB Word: Advantage or Antonyms above

Week Nine: FREE – cheating a bit and going back to the Week Three prompts.: (“Where do you want me?” + in my lap) - see JBB Pining/Longing/Being Needy above

Week Eleven - “Give me a color”+ Green/Red/Yellow -- This works well with the upcoming Chapter Three of Finding Something Fresh - Beta!Sub!Bucky and omega!Dom!Steve work on pre-scene negotiations. It will cross over with SVB Comforting Insecurity - it’s sitting at 254 words at the moment and will post either 8/11 or 8/16.

Week Twelve - “Who’s My ___”+ Good Boy - probably will fit with the future Chapter Four of Finding Something Fresh - crossing over with SVB Tied to A Bed. This chapter would post either 8/18 or 8/23

Week Thirteen - FREE WEEK - “Bossy” and “Bondage” are two suggested prompts - I can probably do something with either/both of these. 😁

Tony Stark This or That [TSTOT_23] (Ends 31 Aug)

Excited to see this event (hosted by @tstot ) come back! When you sign up, you get a card with 10 prompts in pairs - so to complete the card, you create five fanworks. I’ve got some good stuff on my card - and a few prompts where it’s hard to choose between them! Banter vs ‘bots, Best Friend vs Mutual Pining – I may just have to flip a coin! 😁

* 1a - Love Letters brainstormed with @somesortofitalianroast and Meg during the @buckybarnesbingo Discord party and will be combining this with my BBB Fireplace prompt for a 1980′s No Powers WinterIron fic where they discover that someone’s writing them both the same love letters.

* 2b - Best Friend - see JBB Location: Art Studio above (posted this morning)

* 3b - Omegaverse - see JBB Word: Advantage or Antonyms above (to post 7/21)

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep)

I’ve got thirteen completed fics, three WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see JBB Mutual Pining above

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - planning to fill this with Chapter 2 of Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole - a Bucky POV remix of at least the first part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right), which is current sitting at 52 words. I’m expecting at least one more chapter, possibly two, depending on how far I want to take the remix.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

* July Adoptable - Mate Induced Heat/Rut – see JBB Pining/Longing/Being Needy.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have four fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps and Bucky Barnes bingo!

* B4 - Natasha Romanoff - Maybe add on to my Card Sharks drabble, where SamNat & Steve conspire to create a polycule with Bucky? this idea crosses over nicely with my BBB KINK: Seduction mission square

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have eleven fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Along with crossfilling against my other bingos, I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes, Alpine loves Tony and Blind date. (Tony POV remix of A Sugar Coated Pill?)

* I2 - AU:A/B/O - will pull this into Chapter 3 of A Sugar-Coated Pill - see JBB Word: Advantage or Antonyms

* N1 - Bucharest – I think I can fold this into a future chapter of My Love is Vengeance - where a young!Tony and a recovering!Bucky have been kidnapped by Hydra, who still thinks Bucky is the Soldier.

* G2 - Eye contact during sex - will be working this into Chapter 5 of A Sugar-Coated Pill, where our boys finally get down to business. It’s up to 671 words and will post sometime in August.

* G4 - AU: College Students – looking to expand Beaten to the Punch with some backstory on Bucky and Tony as science camp counselors to fit with this square - will also cross over with my WFB Volunteering Together square.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

* July Adoptable: “What happened to you?” I may browse through some whump prompts for this & see what vibes with my BBB & TSB bingos.

Stucky’Verse Bingo Round 1 - [SVB_R1] (Ends 22 Dec)

Five fills, two WIPs and a couple of ideas - I need to review my card for potential crossfills and other idea sparks.

* A4 - Fairy Tale Curse - this seems custom-made for a continuation of Beyond the Beast 😁 Nothing written yet, other than some Vague Ideas.

* B3 - Tied to a Bed – see HBS Week twelve 😁

* D4 - Edging - will probably use this for Chapter Four of Technicalities

* D5 - Trust Issues - Posted Chapter 2 of Finding Something Fresh last Friday. Bucky & Steve are working out the next steps in their relationship. It came in at 943 words.

* E4 - Experiment - see JBB “I can keep going” above.

* Adoptable - Things Have Changed – this might fit nicely with my Centerfold idea… :: ponders::

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

I’ve got nine fills, four WIPs, and a couple more Vague ideas.

* B4 - Shapeshifters - wrote . A Shift in Their Relationship as a crossover with the WI_PPP prompt Dragons are Gay. This came in at 404 words and will be posted to Ao3 before this event is over.

* U1 - Never the fall that kills you - see JBB Location: Train Tracks

* U3 - Fireplace - see TSTOT Love Letters above

* C2 - Yelena Belova– The plan is to use this prompt in the next chapter of Peresmešnik, (aka Three Avengers and a Baby), which is currently sitting at 1100 words (400-ish of which are mine).

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment. 😕

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* Y1 - Gentle Sex -see WIB Eye contact during sex above

* Y2 - [image: IW Bucky with the good hair] A Flash Fiction Friday prompt [#FFF198 What Comes Next] was a perfect match for an idea I’d already been playing around with to fill this square. Getting Prepared -(updated title = Preparations) an A:IW missing scene set between the time that T’Challa and Okoye come for Bucky and the moment he sees Steve again. I will post it to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

* Y4 - Forgotten Things - using this for Chapter 4 of You Can’t Stop It With a Gun - it’s sitting at 116 words at the moment.

Tony Stark Bingo Round 7 - [TSB_R7] (ends 15 Feb)

One fill and two WIPs already, with a couple of ideas in play.

* S1 - Galaxy - possibly use in final chapter of Never More to Go Astray ?

* S4 - “Are you there yet?” -see WIB Eye contact during sex above

* T4 - Dares/Bets - see JBB Location: Art Studio above.

* R4 - Playing Games - filled this with last weekend’s TSB Discord Party Round Robin – my part came in at 327 words and it should get posted by the end of the week.

* R5 - Doppelganger/Evil Twins - this will probably cross over with my Stony AUniverse AU: Crack square as I have a semi-silly idea for it, inspired by seeing a T shirt of mine in a mirror.

Stony AUniverse Bingo [SAUB_R1] (ends 15 Feb)

Another brand-new bingo I’m helping co-mod! Got my card and square swaps sorted, and have several crossover WIPs and ideas already!

* S2 - AU: Crack - see TSB Doppelganger/Evil Twins

* S3 - AU: Wings - see ACB Established Relationship

* S5 - Accidental Baby Acquisition - see BBB Yelena Belova

* T1 - AU: Fantasy - CoffeeOwl shared a really cool dragon!Steve/indebted!Tony prompt in the ACB Discord server that I may be playing with for this.

* N1 - AU: Spy - I want to expand on/add backstory to Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight from the Stony Drabbles challenge earlier.

* Y3 - Teacher AU: see JBB Location: Art Studio

Warm and Fluffy Bingo - [WFB] (no end date)

I got my card from @warmandfluffybingocards back in February but really hadn’t done much with it - however, I’m picking it back up for some crossover possibilities!

* N4 - Affectionate Teasing – see JBB Moving In/New Home above

* O5 - Volunteering Together – see WIB AU: College Students

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joyffree · 8 months

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Title: Dangerous Obsession Series: Vice City Author: Bella Di Corte Genre: Mafia Romance/Romantic Suspense Release Date: August 18, 2023 Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs

I'm in love—well, some would call it obsessed—with a mythical family. Technically, they're not a myth, because they do exist. But seeing one is like seeing a wild lion out on the streets of New York. Rare. Except when they're making the papers.

I know something about that. I work for Vice City Times, a newspaper that reports on, and caters to, the criminal organizations of the world. And in our world, the Fausti family is considered royalty among killers, thieves, and generally anyone who usually does business in the dark.

Because they steal hearts—while they’re still beating.

Being the investigative journalist that I am, I followed the crumbs until they led me to Nazzareno “Naz” Fausti.

It was my dream to go undercover, meet them, and write an article detailing everything I discovered. I never planned to witness Naz stealing a heart right from its chest.

Mine.

My name is Ava Gerardi, aka Pepper Nash, and I’m writing my own story.

#DangerousObsessionRelease #DangerousObsession #NewRelease #AmazonRelease #KindleUnlimited #KURomance #ViceCity #MafiaRomance #RomanticSuspense #MustRead #BellaDiCorte #DangerousObsessionBellaDiCorte #EnticingJourney

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years

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I need Faust and Faith's reunion after he's done touring 👉👈 No pressure or anything. I just miss them a lot!

I always miss Fausty boy! I have some other prompts I wanted to incorporate into this one, but it was getting too long. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: 18+ mentions of public sex, mature language, anti-religious overtones, mentions of blood, violence, death, and drug use.

Summary: Faith goes to her first black metal show and asks Faust about the black circle.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

The duelling guitars screeched through twin stacks of speakers and filled the auditorium with malfeasance. Faith had never witnessed such a carnal reaction. As she watched from the side stage, the crowd below opened into a whirling pit of black-clad showgoers, pushing, jumping and banging against each other. The drums kicked into a blistering rhythm, and her attention turned toward the man she barely recognized with white and black makeup painting his face like the ghost of a demon.

Faust punished his drumkit with expert precision, his arms blurring in the chaos of their first song. His black hair swung as he banged his head without missing a beat. Horned and studded limbs spilled over the metal barricade, tongues lolled, and eyes lit with blissful fury. The singer's growls seemed to rise from the depths of hell, a monster shrieking at its thralls for more destruction.

Even with earplugs in, Faith felt the music blowing back in waves, shaking the column of her throat and turning her brain to mush. She dared slip one plug out to hear the true volume and quickly stuffed it back in when the intensity struck.

During the ambient interludes between songs, the crowd roared still. A few hundred people raised their hands, praising the men on stage. It reminded her of church, how they would let their eyes roll back, chanting the hymns and facing their palms skyward. This was no church she had ever set foot inside. The walls were painted black, the floor sticky from spilled beer, and its congregation made her gathering's displays of loyalty seem demure. The air reeked of salty skin and malt embedded in the paint from nights like this.

Faith saw people wearing shirts with Faust's band logo on the front, and a burst of pride warmed her belly. Though she was remarkably out of place, there was an odd sense of welcome. She could run headfirst into the crowd and get swallowed up and spit out like anyone else.

When they finished their set, Faust retired his drumsticks to a holder, chugged an entire bottle of beer and took a brief bow to the crowd before walking off stage. Faith bounced as he approached and scooped her off the floor, smearing her face with paint from around his mouth. When he set her down, his lips were partially visible through the now grey muck.

"How was it?" Faust asked.

"You guys are amazing. That's was so cool, babe!"

"Ah, you're just saying that."

"No, really! I can't believe how crazy they went for you!"

Faust sneered playfully, though their reception had been one for the books. "Probably 'cause half the crowd are friends of ours."

"Doesn't matter. You still kicked ass."

Faust's smile was unbreakable from a show well played and seeing his girlfriend waiting for him at the side of the stage. He led her to the green room as stagehands and managers nodded them through and let her dab the corpse paint off her face in the bathroom. Faust sopped up the sweat in his hair with a towel and changed his stage clothes before Faith returned. His bandmates soon joined them, and the chatter was unintelligible. People from other bands came in to talk and congratulate the young group on their first cross-country tour, and soon the back was filled with people hanging VIP badges from their pockets.

Faust pulled Faith from the bedlam before the room grew too hot. They made their way to the main floor and the rows of merchandise tables. Faith couldn't help but feel privileged to have access to the other side of the tables where Faust told her she could stash her coat and purse while a lineup of fans waited to purchase t-shirts and albums. Admirers pulled Faust away several times to take photos and shake hands. Faith watched in awe as people took turns posing with her boyfriend, who stayed looking stoic in his half-melted face paint. Her boyfriend. People from all walks of life wanted proof they'd met him, asking him to sign album covers and tour posters.

When Faust broke away from the clamour of excited metal fans, he took Faith's hand and pulled her through the crowd to a stairwell guarded by security. He flashed his tour badge, and the guard permitted them to the balcony where a few other musicians sat in a less crowded area.

"Come on, let's go outside. I need a fucking smoke," Faust said.

They went through a set of metal doors to an outdoor balcony where two men leaned against the railing, passing a joint and chatting. One spotted Faust, and a smile cracked over his face.

"Hey, Faust. Great show, man. We watched from the balcony. You guys were fucking killer," the man passed the joint to the drummer.

He hauled a significant bout of smoke into his lungs, then expelled it into the night air, handing it back with a nod.

The man refused. "Pass it to the lady."

"She's good," Faust said.

"I'll take a hit," Faith countered.

Faust glanced at her, brow raised high. "You sure?" He chuckled.

"Yes. I'll be fine."

Faust handed her the joint and turned to his fellow musicians. "Thanks. Glad you guys enjoyed the set."

As Faith inhaled, the other man turned to her and offered his hand to shake. "Hey, I'm Janne."

"Faith," she mouthed around a lungful of searing smoke.

"This is Yosh," Janne gestured at the man who'd initially offered Faust the joint. "Good to meet you."

"Is this your girlfriend, Fausty?"

"Yeah. She's my girl."

"Aw, that's cute. Didn't take you for the relationship type, to be honest. You like this scary son of a bitch?" Yosh asked.

Faith giggled as she looked up at the towering man dressed in black while he lit a cigarette. "He's not that scary. At least not to me," said Faith.

"Good man to have by your side at a show. You might get trampled down there."

"This is actually my first show."

Yosh choked on a hit and coughed, "really? And you came to a black metal show? That's ballsy."

"Well, it's not really my thing, but I wanted to see them play. I came from out of town just to be here tonight," Faith said proudly.

"Oh, right. You guys are from the green belt, right? Or should I say, the black circle?" Janne tittered.

Faust's eyes grew stony. "No. I'm not part of that shit. Bunch of fucking posers."

"We were just talking about the church fire there a couple weeks ago. You guys are known for that, aren't you?"

"I don't know. Guess so," Faust shrugged.

"They said there was a body found after they put out the fire, and it was nailed to some pieces of wood...like a cross or something. Can you believe that shit? How metal is that?"

Faith swallowed. She had heard the news break the day after the fire before they announced the unidentified body and after Faust had surprised her at the bus stop. They had prayed about it in church the following week and set up a collection to bulldoze the wreckage and reconstruct the chapel even bigger than before. Her mother was so stricken from the news that Faith had to spend a night at her parents' house consoling her while her father bad-mouthed the city's youth.

Bunch of heathen Satan-worshippers in this town. If I'd have known how disgusting some of these people are, I'd have never moved us out here.

Faith, her sisters and their mother all huddled on the sofa watching reruns of Full House while Stan stood hard-backed at the front window, peering out every few minutes as if the culprit might attack them next.

Oh, Stan, you don't know who did it. You can't point the finger when the police haven't even updated the community. Give the embers a chanced to cool. Besides, it's places like these that need the most help. We'll raise the money. I just hope to God they catch the people who did this.

All Faith could think about as she ate her sundae next to her sister was what she was doing the night after the fire. While the fire department was busy putting out the flames across town, she was pressed against a brick wall getting fucked by one of the heathen Satan-worshippers her father despised. She tried not to connect dots that had no business forming any kind of picture. Faust's appearance had been a coincidence.

I'll tell you who did this... It's that damned black circle. They've done it before, and they'll do it again.

Faust waved a hand in front of Faith's face, and she flinched from her reveries. "Babe? You there?"

"Oh, sorry," she laughed. "Kind of zoned out."

"Wanna head back inside?"

Faith didn't realize she was shivering until Faust rubbed her upper arms. "Sure. Yeah, let's do that."

"One puff of a joint, and you're on another planet, huh? Good seeing you Janne, Yosh... We should tour again."

"Yeah, man. As soon as possible. We're always on the road. We'd love to have you out for as many gigs as you guys can handle."

Faust nodded and clasped hands with both men before urging Faith along with a palm on her bottom. Once they made it inside, he snuck his fingers under her skirt and pinched her hard enough to give her a jolt but not to hurt.

"Faust!"

"What? No one's looking. Hey, you wanna check out our tour bus?"

Faith went to the balcony railing and saw the next band setting up their gear. She pointed below and turned to Faust. "Won't we miss the next band?"

"You actually wanna stay and watch?"

"Uh, yeah! This is my first show. I wanna see all the bands."

"All right. We can stay up here or go to the floor. But I'm warning you, it can get ruthless down there."

"I want to go down. It looks fun."

"Then we have to go now. We'll try to get right up front where you won't get swallowed in a circle pit."

"Really?" Faith gasped. "Like, right up front at the barricade?"

"Sure, why not? If you want the full experience. I'll stand right behind you and make sure crowd-surfers don't land on your head. Then after, I'll show you the bus, and...I dunno...Probably fuck."

"Oh my goodness, Faust. Yeah, right!"

"I'm serious. I'd fuck you right here if there weren't people around."

Emboldened by his suggestion, Faith whirled around and stared up at him with her brows lowered. "What's all this about the black circle?"

Faust scoffed. "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard it mentioned before and that you're part of it. I just wanna know. Is it some kind of gang?"

"Do I look like I'm in a fucking gang? No. It's just some dumb shit they made up in high school."

"They as in your friends?"

"It's stupid and means nothing."

Faith stood in place. "Well, they're saying that church burned down because of your friends. Aren't you afraid someone might ask you questions?"

"I'm not afraid of shit because I've been on tour this whole time."

"Faust—"

"What did I tell you about the twenty questions? Now, do you wanna go watch the show or do you wanna keep talking about irrelevant shit?"

Dissatisfied with his response, Faith clammed up and followed Faust to the main floor. They wriggled through the tightening crowd and got upfront before the lights lowered, and a gust of smoke covered the stage. Ominous chanting heralded in a band dressed in black hoods. Faith watched, awestruck, but in the back of her mind, thoughts of the black circle fermented, giving off a foul smell she couldn't ignore.

After the headlining band opened with pyrotechnics and the frontman tossing a skull of pig's blood over the crowd, Faust took Faith around back, where the tour buses formed a barrier between the street and the venue. He led her inside and turned on the light to reveal the interior in a state of disarray. Beer bottles overflowed in the sink, ramen noodle wrappers littered the floor, and spiked leather decorum hung over seats and tables. There was a shredded porn magazine, its contents pinned to the wall and drawn over with a black marker, breasts shooting fire and snakes slithering out of places that made Faith blush.

"Sorry about the smell. Touring always has a distinct odour of unwashed balls and puke."

Faith tried not to touch any surface until Faust showed her to the back lounge area, where they sat and looked at each other in prolonged silence. Faith reined in a smile while her boyfriend sat back and studied her face.

"I'm glad you came. Sorry that it's probably more chaotic than you expected."

"It's okay. I'm having fun."

"You sure? I know it's not really your scene."

"You're my scene," Faith said.

He reached for her hand. Faith thought he meant to hold her, but he tugged her closer instead, straddling her over his lap. His hands came up under her skirt and over her ass while they kissed. Faust pulled away as she rocked her hips forth and placed his hands on her hips.

"So, how's school?"

"You're really asking me about school when we haven't seen each other in weeks?"

"What? Is there something else you wanna do?"

"I think you know what I want."

"Yeah, but I want you to say it."

Faith peered down the hall, past the bunks, toward the front of the bus. "What if someone comes in?"

"Not like my band hasn't walked in on you sucking my cock before."

"Oh my gosh, don't remind me."

Faust darkened, pulled air through his teeth. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course, I missed you. How is that even a question?"

He tilted his hips up and let Faith drop when he relaxed. She tugged his shirt up to appreciate the trail of hair leading down from his navel.

"What did you miss the most?"

"Your big, throbbing heart," Faith giggled. "I missed cuddling with you and going on walks together. Waking up with you beside me. Your cooking."

Faust pulled her down for a hug. "All right, all right. I get it. You wanna fuck, just not in the bus."

"Do your bandmates fuck girls in here?"

Laughter burst from his mouth as he rocked Faith back and forth. "They fucking wish."

The couple chuckled until another silence proceeded. Faith saw the fiery look in Faust's eyes, the appetite for her body that never tapered, his joy from having her there on his tour bus. Yet, all Faith saw was a building on fire, flames flickering behind his green stare. She smothered the thoughts with a kiss Faust took for permission to explore under her skirt again. Maybe she could kill her suspicions by reminding herself how much he loved her, the lengths he would go to protect her.

Voices yelled outside the bus, distracting Faith but not Faust, who rolled beneath her hips, oblivious to the arousal shooting through his groin.

"Yeah, come on, baby. Pull my cock out and sit on it for me. It'll be quick."

"Faust!" Someone shouted outside of the bus.

Faith pushed on his chest and perked toward the sound.

"Where the fuck is that asshole? First, he fucks off for an entire day, loses his phone, makes us cancel a show, and now the prick can't be dicked to help load out because his bitch is here? Getting real fucking sick of the bullshit, Ola."

"Mordy, chill out, man."

The bus door opened, followed by a waft of cigarette smoke. Boot tread hammered across the floor, and Mordy swayed through to the back, scoffing when he saw Faust with his girlfriend perched on his lap.

"You wanna take apart your drumkit, or are you just gonna let it sit in the way of everyone's gear? Oh, sorry, should have known you were too busy to be fucking bothered."

Faust lifted Faith off his thighs, and she bounced on the sofa as he shot up and stared Mordy down. The bass player didn't flinch.

"What? What're you gonna do, Faust? Punch me out? Good thing it's our last show. Wouldn't want your personal business getting in the way of the biggest tour of our fucking lives so far."

"You don't know shit, so I suggest you shut your mouth."

"No, I'm not gonna shut my mouth. Someone has to stand up to you, and none of these pussies will. Go load out your fucking gear, man!"

Faust smelled whiskey on Mordy's breath. He was far too sober to start a fight with the bass player and nodded, shouldering past him. Mordy crashed into the wall and cursed as the drummer stomped off the bus, leaving Faith fidgeting with the edge of her skirt and unsure if she should follow. Mordy scoffed at her and exited the bus after Faust, shouting until she no longer heard him.

When Faust returned, Faith stood up and wrang her wrists. "Should I leave?"

"We're both leaving," Faust muttered as he tore open the zipper on his backpack and scrounged up his clothes and stage effects to stuff inside. He ducked into the small fridge and took four bottles of beer, sticking two in the holders of his bag and pocketing the other two inside his leather jacket.

"Come on. We're out of here."

"But, neither of us have a car, and we're far from home," Faith said.

"Call a cab."

Outside of the bus, guitar cases and boxes of merch waited for loading. Faust opened a tote, wrenched open a steel moneybox and took some of the cash inside. He found Faith's coat and purse and passed them to her before kicking a hole into the plastic container. Mordy and Ola noticed this as Faust walked away with Faith in tow.

"Hey, asshole! What do you think you're doing? You can't just fucking take off with the merch money!"

Faust turned around, grabbed his crotch and flipped them off. "Suck my dick, fuckbags. Find a new drummer."

#faust x faith #valter skarsgard fanfiction #fanfiction

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chantealalune · 4 years

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Love Like Yours Fest @lovelikeyoursfest

Day 1 Catch-Up: Start of Something New

“Fool in the Rain”-An Asra x F!mc Laura short story

Asra hums and drums, slouching over the top of the counter with a sleepy Faust around his shoulders. Eyes closed and face smushed in his hand he groans, “My love, is anyone really going to come in today with this hurricane going?” As if on cue, a loud clap of thunder roars outside. “Danger Air!” Faust squeaks.

I smile to myself as I continue tidying up the shelves and displays along the walls, “It is raining harder than usual that’s for sure,” picking up one of the moonstone orbs, a carefully buff a smudge from its surface “But we still have a few charms and ritual kits ready for pick-up. I would hate to keep anyone waiting out there if we were to be away.” Satisfied with the presentation of the items I turn to face him.

“You’re welcome to go rest upstairs though. I don’t mind at all.” I saunter towards him and gently rest my forehead against his. He closes his eyes and pecks the tip of my nose making a thoughtful sound. I flush a bit and laugh softly.

“I know,” he sighs happily pulling away to look at me “but I always loved waiting out storms with you by my side. It reminds me of the first time we met.” he gently squeezes my hand.

First time we met?

“I thought you told Nadi and her sisters that we met when she first came to Vesuvia and I was pushed into your booth.”

“Well technically that’s the first time I saw you, but we actually didn’t talk or ‘formally’ introduce ourselves then.” he clarifies looking up at the ceiling.

“Yeah, you were probably too starstruck. And here I thought Muriel was the shy one.” I smirk coyly as he blushes.

“What?! No! I mean- how was I supposed to say anything when the famed goddess next door was suddenly on my table.”

“I only kid. Anyways if we didn’t ‘meet’ then, when and how did our first meeting go?”

Asra looks to the side while using his free hand to scritch Faust’s chin, “Hehe..yeah, it’s kinda a funny story. Er, a bit of a long one-” “Crimes with Asra!” Faust perks up, dodging Asra’s hand. “Faust!” he feigns betrayal.

“Haha, what? What does she mean? Oh gosh Asra, what did we do?” I give a loving, skeptical look and squeeze his hand.

“Oh no no! You didn’t do anything at all I swear it was all- well.. like I said it’s a bit of a funny story.” He smiles sheepishly looking at Faust for some grain of mercy.

“All right then,” I let go of his hand, “how about I get us some tea and you can tell me at the table” I smile as I walk through the warm yellow glow of the kitchen entrance next to the opening of the counter.

“Yes please!” He all but sprints after me. Immediately pulling out the wooden chairs for us to sit in. Faust slithers down his arm and into an empty Prakran fruit bowl for a nap.

I gently rouse the stove salamander and place our copper kettle over the ignited flame. As the water heats up, I pour my favorite Chai tea blend into two mismatched clay cups. Taking out the last of the week’s cream and some ground hazelnut for fix-ins. A few minutes later our tea is brewed and ready. I hand Asra his cup before placing mine and sitting down, rubbing the top of Faust’s head.

“This is really nice, thank you.” He takes a sip, giving a satisfied ‘mmm’ of approval “Oh, but before I start- please let me know if you’re feeling any headaches or pains. I know, I know you are ‘infinitely stronger’ now and you haven’t had a spell like that since the night at the fountain but you know I’ll always worry.” he warns somberly.

“Of course, thank you.” I reassure and pat the top of his hand before comfortably leaning back into my chair and taking the first sip of my drink. It’s nice and spicy, perferct for the cooler weather.

Asra takes another quiet sip before going into the story, “When we first met it had been about a year since Muriel left the arena and him and I moved to the woods. We lived off the land okay but going to the markets for things was inevitable. So I had been selling charms, masks, readings, y’know the usual crowd drawers. Like I mentioned to Nadi I had set up my booth behind the shop once and that’s how I met you,” We smile cheekily at the last bit.

“After that first time I saw you, I just- I couldn’t get you out of my head. I had to see you once more at the very least just to know it wasn’t a dream. So from then I would constantly hang around the back or within the streets just hoping to catch another glimpse of you. Maybe even work up the nerve to talk to you. It worked eventually, we would see each other as you would come and go to the markets. Sometimes you would come and look at the wares I had that day” he smirks mischeviously, “Really I think you were scoping out the competition and got distracted by my charm. I certainly did with you, at least.” I giggle

“Oh shush, you... You said the shop was originally my aunt’s, didn’t she see you at all? Did I ever say anything?”

“You didn’t of course, you have always been the same friendly flirt. Honestly, I think we were both excited to find another student of magic around our age. Even your aunt didn’t say much. She never did.” he looks to his tea with a sad smile.

“Why? What was wrong with her?” I say through a slow sip.

“I don’t think you ever told me the full story, but there was certainly talk around town. When you came to Vesuvia, it was to take care of your aunt. She was becoming increasingly sickly and could barely manage the shop anymore. In exchange she promised she would teach you everything she knew about magic, when she was up to it of course. You didn’t mind though, you always said you were excited just to live here. You guys were very close, but I digress. She saw me enough from the bedroom window, always with a stern look and intense gaze just like yours. I always thought it was intimidation or that she was sizing me up. Now that I think about it though, she was just waiting.”

“For what?”

“One of us to make the first move, I guess” he laughs.

“I guess I can relate, I’m waiting to hear how our first meeting went. All this build-up and you’re starting to sound like Julian.”

Asra playfully rolls his eyes smearing a hand over his face “Oh please, that’s the last thing I want. Don’t worry, though, I’m almost there.”

“Okay..”

“So anyways, your aunt did scare me off just a bit. I thought she was going to tell you something- she didn’t of course. But I still made it a point to rotate my selling grounds, going to different markets every other day. On top of that I even sort of demoted myself to something like a ‘door to door snake venom salesman’. What a sight I must’ve been, huh? A disheveled, gaunt, 17 year old kid and his snake selling crude twig charms and sigils for some coins to buy the morning’s bread- or sometimes yesterday’s. It was rotton work to put on that ‘mysterious vagabond’ act for hours everyday but it brought food to the hut so it didn’t matter.

“One fall it was incredibly stormy, just like this kind of weather except it wasn’t even letting up. I mean, it went on for days. Of course no one wanted to stick around the markets long enough to buy whatever I was selling. And I couldn’t go back empty handed so I just wandered around the city all day, going up and pitching to anyone who bothered to answer. Still, no one bought anything. I was tired, hungry, cold, soggy, wet, hurting, you name it! I felt so defeated and I knew Faust wasn’t exactly comfortable at the time. It was already too dark and still pouring buckets to try and make it back to the forrest on my own so I knew I was going to stay the night on the streets again. I was starting to walk back to the borders of the city, that way I wouldn’t be too far from the forrest. But I stopped in my tracks when I saw the shop. I though ‘maybe this one, maybe they’ll be willing to buy something, or at least maybe I can stall enough to get out of the damn rain for a while’ but when I tried the door, it was locked. Even after I knocked, too. That did me in, I felt so silly and alone. At one point I even slumped to the ground against the door. Knees to my chest and arms encircled tight as I tried to keep me and Faust warm. I probably looked pretty pathetic but I didn’t know what else to do.” His voice begins to quicken pace as he remebers the desperation of the situation. I put my cup down and take his hand in both of mine.

“Oh, my love, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, it gets better. After a few minutes of moping while watching the rain. Faust noticed the window we were sitting under was open and-”

“Asra Alnazar! You broke into my shop!?!” I cry accusingly.

“No! It was Faust! Yes, you Faust! As soon as she saw the window was open she cried ‘warm for Asra!’ and slithered in too fast before I could catch her” Faust hisses at the snitching before recoiling herself tighter to face the wall.

I start to giggle and pet her gently.”Oh Fausty, that is absolutely something you would think of. No wonder you and julian got along so well.” She slithers out of the bowl and closer to me to spite Asra, who can’t help but smile and chuckle.

“I tried to stop her, Laura, I really did. But she had already made her way to the ground and was drying or warming herself up on one of the rugs. I called and called for her in an intense whisper but to no avail. You know how she gets. I even tried to levitate her back but she was too determined and I was too weak to focus. So I- I did go through the window. BUT ONLY TO GET FAUST! I swear.

“And I mean, you’ve seen me. I’m not like Muriel or Ilya but when I was younger I was pretty lanky so getting in was actually really hard.”

“You fell on your face didn’t you?” I prompt dryly

“Hahaha, yeah I actually did and it hurt too. I fell on a bag of sharp twigs and wood floor for magician’s sake!” He woundedly admits.

“Of course as soon as all this happend, We heard footsteps running down the stairs. I jumped up and grabbed Faust as we tried to unlock the door but I was panicking too much to undo the spell. That’s when we whipped our heads around and saw you glaring wided-eyed from across the room with a ball of glowing energy in each hand. I swear I have never been more scared in my entire life. I don’t think I’ve seen you more scared or surprised in both of your lives. As soon as you saw Faust though, you relaxed a bit and you remembered us from the market.”

“Did I say anything?”

“Yeah, the first things you said were ‘Who the hell are you?!’ and then when you saw Faust slither out of my arms again and to your feet you picked her up and said ‘Oh, hello! it’s just you guys’ And well from there the rest is history.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest is history’ ? What else happened?! What kind of a story teller are you?” I tease.

“I mean you asked what I was doing and I explained the whole situation, we laughed and I offered to leave but before I did you grabbed my sleeve and stopped me. You told me that I was not allowed to go back out there until I was full dry, I had some tea and rest, or the rain stopped. You gave me, fresh shirts to wear that you said belonged to your aunt, but they fit decent. Then you made us some tea and let faust warm up by the stove. We ended up talking practically all night, about ourselves, magic, Vesuvia. and-”

I lean over the kitchen table, to kiss him. Slowly and lovingly with one hand supporting his chin. The warmth and spiciness of the tea lingering between us as we pull away. “And the rest is history.” I smile before we lean into each other again.

#love like yours fest #asra x mc #its your story now #asra alnazar #asra x laura #faust #the arcana asra #the arcana faust #the apprentice #the arcana apprentice #the arcana game #the arcana

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know-the-way · 4 years

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Do you think Faustus actually ever loved or possibly still loves Zelda?

same anon from the love question: just want to clarify that I’m not coming from a place of mal intent. I just like your opinions and I’m curious what you think ♥

Thank you for clarifying because I do tend to be on the defensive for ~*reasons*~, so I appreciate it. 😅

To answer - I really don’t know. I think it depends on your own personal definitions of what love is and whether or not Faustus even has the capacity/comprehension of such a thing.

Nick tells Sabrina in part 1 that witches cannot love in the way mortals do, but we know that isn’t altogether true. Hilda, Ambrose, Sabrina, Edward... they all showed a great and unrestrained capacity for love of both their romantic partners and each other as a family. Zelda, too, of course, but I take particular notice of how reserved she is to admit or express it as freely as the other members of her family (the reasons I think why that is are below).

The companion novels I’ve referenced before really emphasize how much of an anomaly the Spellmans are in the witch community for their devotion and care of each other, so perhaps Nicholas was speaking for the majority when he said witches “can’t” love. But I’m of the belief that, given the evidence via character development of so many “hardened” characters thus far (Prudence, for example), that it’s not so much that they can’t, it’s more so that they aren’t supposed to.

The novels also make clear that the line about the Dark Lord being a “jealous lord” is very true. Witches are taught to serve and be devoted to themselves and no one else, save for Lucifer. Thus, I think that’s part of the reason why Zelda struggles to express the love she has for her family at times... because, as dictated by the religion she’s built her entire life upon, she’s not really supposed to. (There’s actually a passage in the novels where Zelda is wrestling with the “sin” of loving her family more than Satan.)

Love is a nurtured human quality... so if you’re never taught it or shown it... you won’t really know how to cultivate or recognize it yourself.

So... back to Faustus. Prior to the end of part 2, he was as devoted a servant of the Dark Lord that you could find. If their unholy texts directed him not to love another besides Satan, well he certainly wasn’t going to do it. He views it as a useless emotion that gets in the way of his divine destiny (this sentiment is also confirmed in the novels from him). However, there are moments of equal curiosity to me in both the show and books where he allows the potential sabotage of his perceived “destiny” for Zelda - letting her handle Sabrina for resurrecting Tommy, for example, or allowing Hilda back into the Church of Night, despite aiding the False God in laying claim to Sabrina’s soul (imagine a Catholic priest reversing the excommunication of a Christian who knowingly aided a Satanist in claiming a soul... would never happen, or at least not without extreme backlash). Literally no other character can or has swayed him on anything... only her.

Does that equate to love? Well no, in my own personal definitions, it does not. But it does demonstrate that Zelda means something to him. That he would allow her to maneuver him at all suggests that her presence has value to him and that the worry of losing her can, at times, outweigh his own personal ambitions (to a point, of course).

There are several references to his conflicted and confused emotions about Zelda in the novels, too - ex. he says she is “very special,” considers himself “dear to her” (which is highly debatable of course, like boy maybe you THOUGHT), and “likes her because she is unconquerable, but is afraid of her for that very reason, too.”

Could he have loved her in the past? Maybe. But would he have been aware of it or accepted that’s what he was feeling when he’d be taught his whole life not to love (that it was a sin to love someone)? I doubt it.

I think, based on what we’ve been shown thus far, the safest thing to say is that he had affection for her, though I’d probably throw in a bit of unhealthy obsession with her in there, too. Hence, him flying off the handle and placing her under a mind control spell. If he couldn’t have her (if she remained “unconquerable”) then no one else would. Imo, that’s not love. That’s fear. (And how he handled that fear was cowardly.)

As for the future - well, both he and Zelda have broken themselves free from the chains of Satanic tenants and rules now. They don’t have to deny themselves of love or from loving others. Hecate seems like a goddess in favor of love and affection, so points to Zelda for that. The Eldritch Terrors... remains to be seen, but I’d take a guess they aren’t campaigning on the idea of love. However, since they are meant to be the darkest forces in existence... perhaps their torturous effects on the mind will make Faustus re-evaluate what he had in his life prior to all of this and he’ll try to mend what’s been broken. With a fuckton of atoning and explaining and groveling and “penance.” Perhaps for the first time, he will be forced to feel emotions in order to navigate the labyrinth of madness he’s unleashed. (Or maybe he’ll tumble further down with it, we don’t know!) But if there is any mystical force more powerful than darkness, it’s love. (*whispers* which I think is what Marie is there to teach them all, so good luck getting through your wife’s girlfriend, Fausty) (if she and Marie stay together, that is) (which tbh... ehhhh, not sure if they’re gonna make it) (but will enjoy the ride) (ahem) So we’ll see.

(More than you probably asked for, but I do not possess a concept of brevity, sorry m8. 🙃)

#spellwood #faustus blackwood #chilling adventures of sabrina #zelda spellman #for those who don’t understand

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broken-clover · 5 years

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Goretober Day 3- Amputation

Hiiii! Happy Goretober and happy national boyfriend day! How ironic. Well, we’ll get to that later!

Since this was another topic that’s a repeat, I tried to do something a bit different. This is short, but I actually kinda like it? I think it turned out nice.

Finally getting into Guilty Gear, hello to Dr. Faust! Plus a certain old friend we haven’t seen in quite a long time.

Additional content warnings for psychosis/psychotic breakdowns, I’m not sure if that’s quite correct but I don’t want to accidentally trigger anyone by accident.

Faust couldn’t contain the venom in his tone as he snarled at the figure staring down at him.

“You’re supposed to be dead.”

“Perhaps so, Faust dear, I suppose I am.” A sickly-sweet voice echoed back at him. “But do you really think you’d be able to get rid of me that easily?”

The doctor shivered in the evening light, from the brisk fall air and from the sheer hatred burning within him. His expression was hidden away behind his bag, but from the way his hands twitched, Faust looked ready to lunge to his feet and strangle the man across from him at any given moment.

A pair of round glasses shone back at him, the eyes hidden beneath hardly visible. A long, snake-like tongue slipped in and out of the man’s mouth, licking his lips like he was starving. Despite being far less dressed than Faust was, he didn’t shiver in the cold. He merely stood tall, restlessly tapping the blunt end of his long blade against the ground.

“Such a shame, I thought you’d be happier to see me again…”

Faust’s glare hardened. “How many times do I need to put you into the ground, Baldhead?

“Kihihi! That’s for you to decide, don’t you know?” The man replied, shoulders shaking with laughter. “How many times do you have to make me come back?”

"I don’t want you here.” He’d just been walking back into town. Things had been calm and normal. Why did it have to end up like this?

“You say you’ve changed, but you don’t really mean it, do you? You still get that adorable little glimmer in your eye, I can tell you just want to take that pretty scalpel and dig it into some poor kid’s ribcage, don’t you?”

“You’re full of it. I don’t need to take this from you.” He snapped.

“You can shut me up whatever you want, Fausty-boy.” Baldhead tossed a pair of gardening shears between his hands, eventually tauntingly offering it out to him. “You’re just too chickenshit to do the job yourself.”

“I can shut you up some other way. That’s how I’ve always done it.”

The mad doctor rolled his eyes. “If that worked so well, then why am I still here?”

Faust didn’t answer. He couldn’t think of an answer. But he didn’t want to give Baldhead the satisfaction. “I’ll just keep doing it. It’ll keep working.”

“It’s because you want it, I know you do. Did you see the look on your own face when that little assassin boy nearly figured you out? Ah, I finally thought I’d get the chance to have some fun~”

“Shut up, you foul excuse for a person. I’m not a monster.”

“What a sick, twisted little monster you are. You know what the worst part is? You won’t even admit it. You act all charming and quirky and innocent and pretend you’ve never hurt anybody in your life-”

“I’ve never said that!”

“It’s not always about the things you say, you know...ahaha, I’ve wasted so much time already. I’m going into town tonight, Faust, care to join me? I’m sure there’s plenty of innocent blood to be shed.”

“I’m not going to let you do that.” The doctor finally got to his feet, staring eye-to-eye at the person who destroyed his life, a perfect mirror image of his own face.

Without even saying it out loud, Baldhead sneered at him. “You like to pretend that you and I are something different. Aren’t you passed that sort of naivete? I am you, and you’re me. One in the same.”

Faust could feel his blood boiling. Without realizing it, he ripped the shears from the man’s grip and buried the sharp end into his abdomen, pushing in as hard as his arms would allow.

“Ah-” Baldhead made a breathless sigh, apparently just as surprised as Faust. Rather than wail in pain, he began to laugh. “FINALLY! Finally, you do it! I knew you had it in you, Fausty-boy!”

“SHUT UP!” Faust didn’t know what he was trying to do. All he could feel was the sheer burning hatred as it seared through him, screeching for blood to be shed. There was plenty to be had in the growing red stain that seeped out through the mad doctor’s clothing.

Baldhead tilted his head backwards, panting and drooling. “Hehehe! AHAHAHAHA!! MAKE ME! MAKE ME!

In one smooth movement, he tackled the man to the ground. Faust tore the shears out of his abdomen, and used the other hand to stuff it into the madman’s mouth. The pink flesh was slippery and wiggly, but he fought to yank it out to its full length until it strained from the force.

“I’ll shut you up. forever.”

The sharp blade sank into the muscle tissue, severing a chunk with a spray of blood. His hands and the man underneath him shook, making the ensuing cuts sloppy and crooked, hacking into whatever it could in an attempt to finally sever the ligaments and rip the whole thing out by its roots.

He cackled madly as he chopped and chopped and chopped, hacking away at the flesh while blood gushed out and soaked his hands.

“YOU’RE NOT ME!! YOU’RE NOT ME!!”

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Illyria National Hospital Medical Report: File #443097961

Doctor on call: Dr. Burton Goethe

Patient Name: John Doe (Identity Unconfirmed)

Description: Patient found unresponsive somewhere in the woods outside of Tivoli, bleeding heavily from the mouth and abdominal area. Locals alerted to the sound of illegible screaming, presumably the patient’s, but no Gears, animals, or other people were present at the site. Patient found with a pair of pruning shears, stained in blood. Additionally, upon further inspection, the patient’s tongue appeared to have been roughly cut out, and a two-foot tongue-like structure was found gripped in his hand.

Current analysis suggests some form of psychotic break, as the patient amputated his own tongue for unknown reasons, and appears to have stabbed himself at some point prior. Patient is currently in a stable state, albeit still unresponsive.

More to be added later.

#blood tw #gore #amputation #writing #goretober #goretober 2019 #guilty gear #Faust

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soft-magician · 5 years

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Apprentice Rose!

Two headcannons for your muse that you’ve never told anyone:

1. She was abused by her older brother when she was younger, and a lot of her scars are from that. (She keeps them glamoured 99% of the time since she doesn’t like to talk about it.)

2. She has Asperger’s.

Three things your muse likes doing in their spare time:

1. She adores stargazing. There’s a small balcony at the top of the shop that she uses for this. She’ll drag blankets and pillows up there and form a blanket nest to snuggle with Orion and stargaze.

2. She loves cooking! Even though she’s really, really bad at it she still enjoys the process.

3. She plays a tiny bit of guitar, just the basic chords and enough to play a couple simple songs.

Name seven people your muse likes:

1. Julian (After all she’s dating him and Asra)

2. Asra (After all she’s dating him and Julian.)

3. Portia (Cat-loving gossip buddies!)

4. Nadia (Shit-talkers and judging the courtiers together)

5. Mazelinka (These two are always having to get Julian out of trouble, and they often walk through the forest together gathering herbs.)

6. Belladonna (Next door neighbor to the shop, good friend to Rose and Orion’s favorite person to annoy for treats.)

7. Muriel (She likes him, but is very confused by his hatred of her, especially when she has no idea what she’s done to upset him.)

Two things your character regrets:

1. She regrets not taking her sisters with her when she fled her home, although she left them in the very safe hands of her mentor.

2. Some small part of her very much regrets not leaving the city with Asra when the plague was spreading. At the same time she’s glad she stayed, even if it meant her death, because if any small thing was changed in the events leading up to the present, then her relationship with Julian and Asra would be incredibly different.

Two phobias your muse has:

1. She’s terrified of the dark. Not too much of an issue considering she’s got much better vision then humans, but it still scares her.

2. She’s afraid of being left alone. If she wakes up alone she panics for a few seconds before she can calm herself down.

Tag 10 people!

I was tagged by @ozbert-mcdeadinside

I tag:

@fausties

@nyasra

@willowwish64

@asrasabs

@queengiblet

#rose #lol ive had this in my drafts for like a month #oopsies #i dont have full-blown aspergers like a lot of my family #but enough that theres a hint of it in me #and a lot of rose's traits/personality comes from me #but just blown up a bit

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hopefuldreamerpatrol · 5 years

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https://books2read.com/u/4jDXDD The Beautiful Years Part III By @annierosewelch #ReleaseBlitz . Link to #BuyNow in bio. . Book Description: . There was one secret that I kept from my wife. . The Fausti famiglia was one of the most infamous and powerful crime families in the world. Their rule spanned the thickness of history books. . And I was one of them. . I was the estranged son of the most ruthless man in the monarchy, Lucious Leone Fausti. Only a murderous technicality kept me out of his reach, but there was never any doubt that I belonged to him. I saw his reflection in every mirror. The darkness that lived in his eyes lived in mine. . My dangerous lineage had been hidden until my wife, Scarlett, the curious farfalle that she was, started fluttering around the sleeping giant. She awakened the monsters of my past, and they would stop at nothing to claim what they felt belonged to them. . Using my wife as a pawn in their game to lure me in? Wasn’t going to happen. They underestimated this monster they had created. I’d sacrifice it all to keep the woman I called mine safe—even if it meant my life. . La mia parola è buona quanto il mio sangue. My word is as good as my blood. . Book III in a seven-part Mafia Romance saga. . . . #bookworm #bookaddicts #ebooks #kindle #bookaholic #iloveromancebooks #ebookstagram #greatreads #bookish #currentlyreading #indieauthor #bookclub #booklovers #epicreads #inlovewithbooks #MafiaRomance . Organized by: @buoni_amici_press https://www.instagram.com/p/Btn-lrinw_q/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1i1pabo2ose53

#releaseblitz #buynow #bookworm #bookaddicts #ebooks #kindle #bookaholic #iloveromancebooks #ebookstagram #greatreads #bookish #currentlyreading #indieauthor #bookclub #booklovers #epicreads #inlovewithbooks #mafiaromance

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polizwrites · 1 year

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WIP Update - 26 April 2023

Back on track with a satisfyingly productive writing week - I touched 6 fics (5 WIPs & 1 new work) for a total of 2281 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) - Chapter 1 -- A WinterIron –>Stuckony hookup fic featuring Identity Porn, and mild Dom/Sub play.

An Arranged Insult - No Powers/Flower Shop AU Stucky meet-cute

A Moving Target - Bucky & Steve & Clint (and Tony) firing range shenanigans drabble.

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Stucky and Avengers bingos.

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2300-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Twenty fills with two bingos and 3 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - Leaning toward the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with for awhile: a Modern No Powers AU where Bucky’s high school crush (skinny!Steve) is a model in a softcore porn mag.

* G3 - Music -- used this for the Stucky Bingo April 2023 Round Robin - a College AU featuring mutual pining and meddling friends. I contributed 348 words to the 1733 total.

*O1 - Identity Porn - Posted the first chapter of Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) It’s a WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt : Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn It came in at 2192 words and crossed over with my WIB Praise Kink, BB_C4 Rich and ACB April adoptable Submission squares and is going multichapter. Chapter 2 will fill my BBB KINK: “Please let me come” and WIB Edging squares and is up to 357 words. I would estimate another 1.5-ish k words to wrap things up …?

* O4 - AU: Supernatural - got inspired by a dream to start a Stucky fantasy AU (magician!Steve/ensorcelled!Bucky) that @bill-longbow is collaborating on with me. We’re currently sitting at 1640 words (984-ish of which are mine). I really need to pick this back up & get it going 😬

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics – Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts –> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession. I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁 I’ve got 715 words in so far and may try to crossover with something from my new BBB card!

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 3 fills completed and three WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play. Need to get moving on this as well!

*A2 - “Don’t leave me, please.” - maybe combine with SB Adoptable -Remix own fic?

* B2 - Crossover AU – this might be a good excuse to resurrect my Star Wars Stucky/Stuckony AU - Never More to Go Astray …

* B3 - Mistaken Identity - I’m planning a third chapter of my Tony/Rhodey Western AU Decision at Sundown based on the ficlet I wrote to fill the “Wet Your Whistle” FFC23 prompt. The expansion will make both this square (and probably the fic itself) more explicit. 😁

* C1 - Babysitter AU - Started working on a collab with MagicaDraconia16 - tentatively titled Peremesnik (aka Three Avengers and a Baby). This will crossover with my ACB Babysitter square and will involve Steve, Bucky & Tony kidfic shenanigans. Chapter 1 is sitting at 2205 words (my part - roughly 1400 words) with another 500-ish already in chapter 2 (300-ish are mine).

* C2 - Accidentally in Love - using this and my BB_C4 Omegaverse square for chapter 2 of Making All Things New Omega!Sex Worker!Bucky falling for Alpha!Cap!Steve (and vice versa) during an assignment. It’s up to 1460 words and I’m probably ending the chapter here and add one more to finish the fic it up.

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Sam square, especially if I combine it with my SWB Steve Rogers square.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

Signed up for this event over at @buckybarnesevents - you get a four-square card featuring ideas for AUs. The prompts can be used as stand-alones or combined with each other or other events. Thanks to crossovers, I have two fils and WIPs for the other two squares!

* C1 - Omegaverse - see AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

* C3 - No Powers – Posted An Arranged Insult this morning - thanks to some brainstorming help in the All Caps Bingo Discord server, I paired this with my Bucky Barnes Bingo square AU: Flower Shop for a Stucky ficlet based on the meme “How do you say ‘fuck you’ with flowers?” - it came in at 679 words.

* C4 - Myth - thinking I can combine this with the SB Supernatural AU square idea above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got nine completed fics, four WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

* April Adoptable - Submission -- see SB_R4 Identity Porn above.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* B2 - Miscommunication - combined this with last week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt [FFF195 Filled with Clarity] for Truth and Consequences - a TFatWS compliant Sam & Bucky Sam POV ficlet. It will get posted to Ao3 sometime in the next month or so.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers – see AvB Dog Tags above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* I1 - Edging - using this with Chapter 2 of Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away), my WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV WIP based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt : Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the drafted Chapter 7 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all. This chapter is coming in at 2988 words and will post May 5th.

* N2 - Praise Kink - see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn

* O4 - Steve Rogers - possibily chapter 8 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’), where Bucky’s worlds start to collide. It’s up to 944 words and Discoveries are Being Made.

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

Am still trying to match up squares to crossfill, but have 1 fill, five WIPs and a couple more Vague ideas already.

* B1 - AU: Medieval/Fantasy - see SB AU: Supernatural above.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye - Dredged up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP You Can’t Stop It With a Gun. Chapter 3 was already in progress and is now up to 548 words.

* U5 - AU: Flower Shop - see BBB_C4 No Powers AU above.

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* C2 - Yelena Belova – see AvB Babysitter AU

* C4 - KINK: “Please let me come.” See SB Identity Porn above - Chapter 2.

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion. Not quite sure where to take this next at the moment. 😕

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

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On other creative fronts: I have a Frankenstein’s Monster Stuffed With Character figure in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June so am pretty well booked up through early summer.

That said, if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts for birthdays or other celebrations later in the year, check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 100!). These soft stuffed figures are mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

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Title: King of Roses (Fausti Family, #8)

Author: Bella Di Corte

Genre: Mafia Romance

There’s no place like home, and after so many years of dodging trouble and fighting for our lives, there was no place I’d rather be—putting down roots in our small town, living the life I’d always envisioned for us.

After my husband decided that he wanted the same, we knew it would be a transition worth making, even if we had to break ties with his powerful family. But when monsters have a taste of blood, nothing will stop them from having another, no matter how long it takes or how powerful your family is.

It was now or never, and for the last time, I’d fight to the death to follow the alignment of my stars. They always led me home, not to the man the world called a Beast, but to the man who had always been my King of Roses.

Book VIII in an eight-part Royal Organized Crime Romance saga.

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ill-skillsgard · 3 years

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is faith dealing w being away from fausty? I miss them so :(,, I hope you’re well love xoxo

Warning: 18+ Mentions of sex/phone sex, mentions of alcohol and drug use, violent threats, non-consensual touching, brief mentions of rape.

Note: I missed writing Faust stuff so much over the holidays. He’s definitely one of my favourite secretly soft boys. I can’t wait to get back into the swing of writing. Thank you to the lovely anons who haven’t given up on this pairing yet! I will try not to go 2 months between posts for these guys.

Summary: Faith starts to miss Faust so much while he’s away on tour that she goes to his apartment to spend the night in his bedroom. However, her plans are interrupted by the people Faust warned her not to hang around.

Faust x Faith Masterpost [x]

Faith awoke in a sweat, chest pumping hot torrents of blood to her head as the ceiling came into view, the walls containing her after a flight through a nightmare faded into obscurity. She rolled onto her back, her flimsy cotton nightgown sticking to her dewy skin, and tossed the comforter from her top half. Streetlamps and passing cars cast geometric blocks of light on the ceiling, illuminating the dust motes floating by her face. Faith breathed in and out, shaking her head free from the gripping terror of unconsciousness.

She had dreamed of receiving a phone call from Faust in the middle of the night, and when she answered, he explained to her in a laconic, matter-of-fact voice why they shouldn't continue seeing each other. He was too busy to maintain a relationship with a girl who's path would never intersect with his goals. She was too young, too naive, too proper. Too this and too that and in no way matched him. The terrible sinking in her chest returned as it had in the dream, but she dismissed the sensation. It was all a silly dream, a manifestation of her worst fear. Faust loved her and would never break up with her—least of all over a phone call.

The cellphone next to her pillow came to life, vibrating a couple of times before she found it and squinted at the bright screen. Faust. She sat up, and her lungs froze, the cavernous hole opening up under her skin. When she answered, voices and loud music came through like warring radio waves.

"Hello?" She whispered, not wanting to wake her dorm mate.

"Faith? You there?"

"Yes," her voice crawled from her throat, no louder than a rasp. She cleared her airway and said again, "Yes."

"Aw, are you sleeping, babe?"

"No," she whispered.

"Hm? I can't hear you. Hang on, let me find a quieter place."

Faith swung out of bed and left the dorm to go to the shared washrooms where she could speak. She entered a stall, put down the toilet seat and sat atop the cold plastic, waiting for Faust's deep voice to tickle her ear again.

"You there?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"That's better, yeah. I can hear you now."

Faith squeezed her knees together, his voice like warm liquid flowing into her stomach. She sighed, relieved.

"Sorry, I know it's late for you. We had a really late soundcheck, then I was in the green room until we went on. I didn't forget to call."

Faith nodded, smiling, though Faust couldn't see the respite his words gave her after the unpleasant dream that had jarred her awake.

"It's okay. Where are you again?"

"Utah, probably a couple hours behind you. We're out of the venue now."

"How was the show?" Faith asked.

"It was good—big stage. Couple hundred people, but maybe a quarter of them were there for us. We sold a lot of merch, though."

"That's great, babe. I'm glad you're having fun."

"Yeah," Faust sighed. "I miss you, though. Can't believe there's still another three weeks of this."

Faith leaned her head against the stall's metal barrier, reading the scandalous notes engraved in the chipped paint. "I know. Seems like forever."

"You're still good to come to our last show?"

"Yes. I told my parents I'm going to a friend's cottage for the weekend."

"But really, you're getting on a Greyhound and coming to see me."

She closed her eyes and giggled. "That's right."

Faith wondered if she should tell Faust about her bad dream. She knew what he'd say to her: it was just a dumb dream, and he would never break up with her, so she shouldn't let it bother her so much. She accepted this assurance without bringing it up.

"I'm in my bunk now," Faust told her.

"I'm in the bathroom," said Faith.

"Wish you were here, though. It gets so boring sometimes, driving from place to place, listening to these dumbasses argue over the shower."

"It's the same here. I've started taking showers at midnight just to avoid the headache and bargaining. These girls all have the same night routine. There's always a line-up to use the shower."

"Mm," Faust grunted. "Yeah. Stupid."

A moment of silence passed between them. Faith savoured his soft breaths coming over the line, wishing she could feel the warmth behind them. She craved his scent, the smell of his shampoo, the distinct mentholated freshness of his deodorant. She wanted to stroke his face, and touch his biceps, inspect the hair underneath his arms until he told her she was weird for finding such things fascinating. She wanted to feel the twin ruts coming to a peak below his navel, leading down to his groin where he'd snatch her hand and berate her, ultimately relenting and letting her stroke the soft skin underneath the band of his plaid boxers.

"I wanna touch you," she whispered.

"Fuck," he drawled. "Me too, babe."

"I had a bad dream you called me in the middle of the night to break up with me... then you actually called. Do you think that's weird?"

Faust scoffed in that indignant way he always did. She pictured the corner of his mouth snagging, his brows descending at such a silly thing.

"That's kind of weird."

"I hate not being able to sleep next to you."

"Don't worry, babe. I'll be home soon. You can get through the next few weeks."

"Yeah, but... Do you miss sleeping next to me?"

"Oh, definitely. I really miss you hogging the blankets, pushing me to the edge of the bed, punching me in your sleep."

"I don't do that!"

Faust snickered. "Yeah, you do. But it's okay. I'm like way stronger than you. I can move you like nothing."

"Don't remind me," Faith groaned.

"Don't remind you of what? How strong I am?"

Faith made her voice small. "Yes. I can't think of that kind of stuff right now."

"You can't think about me overpowering you?"

"Sh. Quiet."

"What? Don't want to think about me pinning your arms above your head with one hand while I finger you? S'that what you don't want to think about?"

"I hate you," she said.

"Hate it when I pick you up and fuck you against the wall?"

"Yes."

"So...You're definitely not thinking about my cock, then? You haven't been playing with my pussy while I've been away? Pretending your fingers are mine? Or using that toy you bought to fuck yourself in your dorm when your roommate isn't there?"

"Oh my gosh, Faust. Please."

"You don't make yourself cum to the thought of me eating out that pussy? You don't miss my fat cock stretching out that poor little slit? Making you bounce on it? Sucking it until I cum buckets down your throat?"

"Faust," she whispered. "You're bad."

"Answer me. Do you think about riding my cock every night before bed? Rub yourself against a pillow between your legs?"

"Yes, I think about it all the time."

"Can you do me a favour?" Faust asked. Faith agreed before hearing the terms of said agreement. "Tomorrow, I want you to go to all your classes without wearing any panties under your skirt."

Faith's cheeks burned from his request. "What if it's windy and it blows up my skirt?"

"I don't really care," he said. "Know what? Never mind. Scratch that. This isn't a request; it's a command. I want you to take pictures while you're in class to prove you listened."

"I can't! Someone will see."

"Think I give a fuck? Sit in the back if you have to."

"I'll try," said Faith, toying with the sleeves of her nightgown.

"That's my girl."

They spoke for a few more minutes until Faust's bandmates flooded onto the bus, yelling and searching for the drummer who'd stowed away in the bunks. Faust said his goodbyes, made sure Faith understood her instructions for tomorrow, then said goodnight. She heard his friends mocking him in the backroom, calling him pussy-whipped, listened to him threaten their lives and giggled.

"I love you," Faust said, loud enough that anyone around him might hear. His unabashed affection filled her to the brim with warm fuzz.

"I love you, too," Faith replied, then looked at the phone screen until he hung up.

Later in the week, Faith started having trouble sleeping. Even if she filled her days with activities, studied into the night, ate properly and read before bed, her mind swam with anxiety. She told Faust about it, but he had no solution other than to stop by his place to grab one of his hoodies to sleep in, maybe one of his blankets if she missed him so much. Delighted, Faith accepted the suggestion, and Faust texted his roommate to leave the apartment door unlocked for her. She made her way over after dinner one night and walked in on Faust's roommate hosting a party.

The apartment was in disarray—worse than she'd ever seen. Beer bottles and cigarettes overflowing the ashtray was commonplace, but now there were grease-stained pizza boxes open on the floor, salt stains on the rug from people coming in and out from the balcony. The sofa pocked with several more burn marks, the dishes hadn't been washed since Faust left, and the entire living room reeked of stale food and smoke. Not only that, but she'd come in at the precise moment the music transitioned, and every eye in the place went to her.

She recognized half the people in Faust's apartment from other parties—Anika, the most familiar face that turned in her direction. The tall, blond girl smiled and pushed a guy's hand off her shoulder before approaching her. The metal music picked up, drowned out the silence, and Faith relaxed when Anika hugged her.

"Hey! I didn't know you were coming!" Anika exclaimed.

"I wasn't... Well, I didn't know anyone was here. I just came to get some stuff from Faust's room."

"Oh, cool. How is Frosty? I haven't seen you guys since Halloween!"

"He's good," Faith said, voice tapering off when she saw a pair of malicious eyes grilling her from across the room. "You know... Just touring."

"Yeah, I heard. That's awesome. Hey, you want anything to drink? We have beer in the fridge," Anika said.

Faith felt awkward standing in the middle of the front hall, while groups of people occupied her boyfriend's apartment. She realized she had very little dominion and shrank into herself until Anika pulled her into the kitchen. The blond pulled out two cans of domestic beer and handed her one, noticing Faith's unease.

"What's the matter?" Asked Anika.

Faith wondered if Faust knew about all the people in his apartment, if his roommate had asked him if he could have a party and invite all the people Faust talked shit about—the people he warned her not to hang out with.

"Uh, nothing. Just feels weird being here without Faust," said Faith.

"Aw, it's okay, girl. We party here all the time."

Faith questioned the verity of Anika's claim. She couldn't recall them having any big parties there since she started dating Faust eight months ago. Faust didn't like too many people in his space. Whenever they partied, it was always at someone else's house or out in the bush around a fire.

The same pair of blue eyes had Faith in a stranglehold. She cocked her head, and Anika noticed her attention locked on a man with fine blond hair touching his collarbone.

"Is that—?"

"Sven? Yeah. You probably remember him from that time we went camping."

Faith wished to turn in on herself, abandon the can of beer Anika had given her, grab what she needed from Faust's room, and leave. Anika sensed her discomfort and placed her thin hand on Faith's shoulder.

"Don't worry, he won't bother you. He has a girlfriend now."

"He's a creep," Faith muttered.

Anika shot Sven a look over her shoulder, and he turned away, pulling on a beer and wiping his mouth. Faith remembered the stench of his burnt hair in the fire, how Faust had punched him and dragged him through the dirt toward the pit where he held his face in the flames. Sven complained about the scratches and scrapes on his arms and legs from Faust dragging him the entire way home after they cut the trip short. The same tension that pierced the atmosphere in the van while Sven took the front seat and Faust held her hand in the back seat was the same strain she felt now as he stole glances at her. His wispy mustache had grown back along with his eyebrows and pale lashes.

Faith felt a pang of guilt in her stomach but dismissed the feeling with a swig of beer and Anika's encouragement. Faust would get angry with her if he knew she felt even an inch of remorse over what happened. Sven deserved what he got, and that's what she kept telling herself throughout the night as she drank a couple more beers with Anika and took a hit off a joint someone offered her out on the balcony.

A few of Faust's friends asked her about him, and it filled her with pride knowing everyone there knew who she was, who Faust was. She told them where the band was that night, where they were slated to go next, that they had sold out of merchandise and had to place an emergency order and have it shipped to the next venue. After a few hours, Faith felt the tug of exhaustion creeping over her shoulders and told Anika she had to head out, though she'd already missed the last bus and had little money in her bank account for a cab. Faith considered asking someone for a ride back to campus, but nobody seemed sober enough to trust behind the wheel.

Instead, she went to Faust's bedroom and shut the door and all the noises behind her. In his room, she took in a deep breath, and then another, filling her senses with the comforting scent of pine, stale air and the boyish aroma Faust carried with him. She went to his closet and brushed a hand over the black t-shirts and one of his leather coats. Next, Faith opened the third drawer in the lowboy and pulled out a hoodie that had shrunk in the wash and didn't fit Faust anymore. She often wore it when she came over, but he refused to let her take it home until now. She slipped it on over her blouse, smoothed it over her skirt and wrapped her arms around her ribs. The hood still smelled of Faust's hair.

Without thinking much, she arranged the objects on his dresser into an organized system rather than a mess of pens, splintered drumsticks, guitar picks and snack wrappers. She shovelled the waste into the garbage can under his desk, made his bed, fluffed the pillows, cleared the dirty clothes off the floor and kicked it all into the closet. If there wasn't a party going on right outside the door, she'd have done his laundry and took the dirty plates and forks to the kitchen sink. She did what she could without having to set foot outside the bedroom, and by the time she finished folding the clothes in his dresser into neat stacks, it was far too late for her to go anywhere.

Faith took off her panties and skirt, changed into a pair of his pyjama pants and sat on his bed with her hands folded, wondering if Faust would care if she spent the night in his bed. The fluffy pillows called out for her head. His comforter promised visions of them together again. She considered texting him to say she was staying over, but there was a knock on the door as she went for her phone.

She lifted her feet off the carpet and tucked them under her thighs, balled herself as small as she could until whoever knocked got the hint and walked away. The knock came again, and Faith's throat tightened.

"Yes?" She called.

The door opened, and she expected to see Anika's blond head poking in, but it wasn't her. The person was blond, but the face was not smeared with white foundation, nor were the blue eyes overlined with charcoal black. Sven stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked.

"What are you doing in here? This is my boyfriend's room. Why wouldn't I be here?"

"Sorry," said Sven, opening his palms to show he meant no harm. "I wanted to talk to you for a second. Is that okay?"

"I don't see why that's necessary."

"Mmkay, well, you don't have to be a bitch about it. Your boyfriend is the one who almost burnt my face off."

"Well, you were being weird. You're being weird now by coming in here. You should probably go."

"Sucks when he's not around to intimidate everyone that ever wants to start a conversation with you, huh?"

Faith pressed her lips together. Was he threatening her? She wasn't sure. He kept his distance, though his eyes ricocheted off the valuable objects in the room. The Gibson guitar hanging on the wall, the vintage RD bass in its stand just below, the electric drumset next to the desk, Faust's five-thousand-dollar computer, and finally, her. Faust's prized possessions all in one room.

"What do you want to talk about?" Faith broke the silence, sweating.

"I wanted to apologize for acting like an idiot back in the Summer. I was really drunk. I shouldn't have said that shit."

"Okay, well, thanks for the apology."

Sven gestured at her, pale eyebrows high on his freckled forehead. "And?"

"And what?" Faith asked.

"Aren't you going to apologize to me?"

"I have nothing to apologize for."

"You can apologize on behalf of your psycho boyfriend. That’d be a start."

Faith scoffed, heated by the insult. When it came to Faust, she never wanted to hear the negatives. It reminded her of her father's disapproval, filled her with useful venom. "Sorry, if you want an apology from Faust, he’d have to give it to you, and I don’t think that’s happening any time soon."

"Wow," Sven said with a click of his tongue. "And I thought you were a nice girl."

"I am nice, but right now, you're in my personal space, and it's making me uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she noticed Sven's knees wobbling. He was drunk. His beer breath filled the room. Faith shifted closer to the wall, clutching her crossed legs, silently begging for him to leave. He took a step closer, and she gasped.

"Relax, I'm not gonna do anything. Jesus, you chicks watch too much TV, thinkin' every dude is a rapist or something."

"Whatever you say, man. Look, if you're done, I think it's time you leave."

"Why? You going to sleep?"

"You just shouldn't be in here. If Faust were home, you wouldn't set foot in this room or even think about talking to me."

Sven threw his head back and laughed. "Just because he caught me off guard once doesn't mean I'm afraid of him. He can suck my dick, and so can you."

"Get out," Faith said.

"Hey now, hey... It's all good. Christ, I'm just trying to mend bridges, but you're being a total bitch when I'm here apologizing."

"You just told me I could suck your dick. You're literally insulting me to my face. I've asked you to leave, and you're not!"

Sven pushed air through his teeth, teetered closer to her and sat down on the foot of the bed. Faith's body froze, her limbs stiff as boards as the man laid on his back. His face was a foot from her.

"If it weren't for your boyfriend, I'd be on tour right now. I'd be the one selling out venues and merch, signing shit and having people ask me to take pictures."

"It was your fault."

When the words floated from Faith's mouth, his forehead crinkled, and he shot up. She gasped, scrambling against the wall like a cornered rodent.

"Fuck you! Stupid fucking slut! Faust is a way bigger piece of shit than I am. Ask anybody! Everyone knows how much of an asshole he is. Nobody actually likes him. They're just afraid of him because he threatens to kill anyone whoever disagrees with what he says."

The venom roiled in Faith's stomach, blistering up her neck and filling her mind with violent static. Her hands shook as adrenaline pumped into her veins. One more minute alone with Sven and she thought she might lose control of herself.

Sven got off the bed and went for the bass. Faith hissed at him not to touch it, so he leaned over and spat on the finish.

"Get out!" Faith cried. "Get the fuck out right now!"

The music outside the door must have drowned out her yells, for nobody came looking for her. She stood up on the bed, back pressed against a poster. Sven grabbed at her ankle, but she kicked and slapped the top of her foot against his forearm. He laughed and swiped again as she danced away.

"LEAVE!"

"Make me!"

"I'll fucking call the cops on you!"

"Do it, bitch. I'll knock you out and do what I want before anyone even realizes I'm in here."

"Help!" Faith hollered. "Rape! Rape! He's trying to rape me!"

"Woah, woah, calm down. I didn't say that—"

The venom boiled over, shot up through her esophagus and escaped her mouth in panicked screams. Stunned by the banshee shrieks ripping through the air, Sven backed toward the door, feeling around for the doorknob while Faith screamed her face red, blood vessels popping in her eyes, throwing explosions of stars across her vision until he left the room and she dropped onto the bed, crying. Faith felt around the bed for her phone and called Faust.

He answered on the first ring.

"Faust," she blubbered.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm coming home right now."

"W-what?"

"Look over at the computer."

Faith wiped the snot from her nose onto the hoodie's sleeve and glanced at the desk where the computer monitor stood. "Huh? I don't understand."

"See that light right beside the monitor? Wave at it."

Faith lifted her hand. She squinted at the blue dot belonging to a small camera set up between a speaker and the monitor.

"I installed a Bluetooth camera before leaving for tour. Don't trust people to not go into my room and touch my stuff."

"You mean—?"

"I saw everything. Heard everything, too. It's motion-activated."

Faith paled at the thought of Faust watching her cleaning his room, the way she'd caressed his clothes on her face and huffed his scent before Sven came in.

"What should I do, Faust? He's still out there."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of it."

"Should I call the cops?"

"No, don't call anyone. Don't say anything. I said I'll take care of it."

"Okay," she whispered.

"Faith, I'm serious. Let me handle this," his voice was stern.

"What're you gonna do?"

Faust went quiet for a moment until she motioned at the camera. He sighed. "I can't tell you right now."

The adrenaline depleted, and Faith let out a sob. "I need you, Faust. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared, babe. I got you. I'll be home as soon as I can, but I need you to be strong. Don't talk to anyone about what happened until I get there, understand? Nobody. Not your friends, not your parents, don't write it in your journal or breath a word. I promise I'll make it better."

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Its 7:46 pm dark/chilly/egg salad sammies

Welcome to “8 Questions with……” I love the United Kingdom when it comes to talking with actors,actresses and directors. From Darren James King to Kelly Goudie,I admire them quite a bit,even the one actress who turned out batshit crazy,I love talking to them. They have such a different perspective on the business and how they approach their craft. There seems a little more joy in the art of film making in the UK which I will admit confounds me since there isn’t nearly the amount of productions compared here in the US. You would think its more of a dog-eat-dog world in the UK when it comes to getting parts and jobs but I have never really sensed that and that holds court when I was talking with our guest,Hannah Paterson. Hannah was one of the actresses who responded when I went looking for interviews to celebrate Women in Horror Month. I found Hannah to be quite charming and delightful as we talked about her new film “I Scream At The Beach!”,a horror-comedy that just dropped on theater screens. This will be Hannah’s big screen debut but the lady has been working for over 20 years at her craft….in other words,she’ll probably going to kick ass in “Beach”. I am very pleased that Hannah agreed to do this interview and actually,I am grateful to all my UK guests who have taken the time to chat with a small blog based in SE Michigan. So let me get out of the way so Hannah can answer her 8 Questions…..

Please introduce yourself and tell us about your current project.

My name is Hannah Paterson and I live on the south east coast of the UK. I played the lead role of Emily in “I Scream on the Beach!” which had its world premiere recently at the Horror on Sea Film Festival and is playing at some other festivals throughout the year. The film is a comedy horror that plays tribute to the slasher films of the 80’s. The plot revolves around my character trying to solve the mystery of her father’s disappearance, while all around her, her friends are being killed off.

When did you decide you wanted to become an actress and and why? How did you start your journey to your goal?

I’ve always taken part in drama and acting classes, I was a member of the same youth theatre for 20 years and studied drama at university. I used to put on plays at home with my sister and cousins, and always made sure I had a leading role in them! I love the idea of being able to be someone different every time and bringing life to different characters. I recently came back to acting after a little while away, and I must confess I’d forgotten how much I love it!

How hard is it to find quality projects in the UK? How would you describe the movie making business right now?

All my training is theatre based, and that is where all my previous work has been. I Scream on the Beach! is my first screen project. I think there is a wealth of quality projects in the UK at the moment, particularly within the micro budget horror industry. A lot of the films shown at Horror on Sea were micro budget, and it showed what amazing work can be done with little to no money.

What three things do you like about horror films?

I like being scared! I don’t have a particular favourite sub-genre of horror, just as long as I get at least one decent scare. I think it’s either important to have characters you want to follow or, if it’s a comedy-horror like ours then perhaps characters you can laugh at/with and generally I just like how the genre can be quite broad – you can really take any genre and add horror to it.

I love how any setting can be a horror film. Be it your classic haunted house, spooky carnival or something a bit more left of field like an office building.

What are three big differences between shooting a straight drama/comedy and a horror film? Do you prepare differently for your roles?

Our film was comedy/horror but we tried (for the most part) to play it fairly straight – even though it’s pretty ridiculous in every single way. I guess you’re less likely to get covered in blood in a drama or straight comedy – I was very stained after making I Scream… I also imagine you wouldn’t have to do quite so much running and screaming in a straight drama film. That would have made Dirty Dancing a rather different film!

Another thing that is definitely different is that you wont be acting against a hoard of mutant donuts or a killer trouser press in a drama film. Horror is just such a diverse genre it wouldn’t be totally unexpected!

Have you been “killed” onscreen and what was the experience like? Are there any roles you would pass on due to subject matter or are you game for anything?

I haven’t been killed on screen, but I would definitely like to be! I was on set for most of the screen deaths in I Scream on the Beach! and it looked like so much fun! I do get quite a lot of on-screen injuries including (spoilers) getting stabbed with a pencil, strangled and having my achillies tendon ripped out… I don’t think there are any roles I’d pass on, I’m pretty game for anything! It would be great to play something completely different to myself, which is something I’d like to do in future projects.

What scares you?

Clowns and people in masks or costumes freak me out a fair bit. I’m deathly afraid of the dentist, and I’m not massively keen on spiders. Despite sounding like a massive wimp though I still can’t get enough horror!

Which three directors would you like to work with and why?

This is a hard one! I’d love to get on the set of something by Mike Flanagan, Jordan Peele or Michael Dougherty – I would happily just be in the background drinking coffee or something mundane. There’s a bunch of micro-budget directors that I’d love to work with though – most of whom had work shown at Horror on Sea. Three to definitely check out, and who I’d LOVE to work with are Michael Fausti, MJ Dixon and Tommy Lee Rutter.

What three things about you would surprise people you know?

I know all the lyrics to the musical Hamilton, I could be off book tomorrow if I was cast.

My favourite author is Stephen King

I really, really like Christmas themed horrors (Michael Dougherty’s Krampus is a favourite of mine)

The cheetah and I are flying over to watch your latest film but we are a day early and now you are playing tour guide,what are we doing?

Well first of all I’d take you to the seaside and serve you the classic British favourite fish and chips. My town is a traditional British seaside town so it has all the attractions. After we could talk a walk on the longest pleasure pier in the world! Or if that wasn’t your thing we could do a location tour of I Scream on the Beach! which was all shot in my hometown. A trip to Canewdon might be in order which is reported to be the most haunted place in the UK and a hotbed for witchcraft in the 16th century. We’d finish the night by going to a local independent cinema which shows cult horror films once a month.

I like to thank Hannah for taking the time to do this interview with me. Needless to say I will be keeping a sharp eye out for “I Scream At the Beach!” so I can review it and share my (and Paladin) thoughts on it. It sounds like a lot of fun,doesn’t it??

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WIP Update - 19 Apr 2023

Was on holiday - so am combining totals & such for those two weeks: I touched 7 fics (4 WIPs & 3 new works) for a total of 2609 words.

On Ao3, I posted:

Flying the Flag of Freedom - a Pirate AU featuring Steve & Bucky & Sam.

Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou - a post-TFatWS canon compliant Bucky & Sam missionfic

I have 15 active WIPs with my current deadlines being the Stucky and Avengers bingos.

Seek & Destroy Collab

After reading @psychiccatpanda‘s amazing Morguna and the Green Queen, I got the itch to explore the Soldier’s POV and talked Faustie into collab’ing with me! We’re working on a new part of the series, and I’ve contributed about 900 words towards the 2300-ish we have so far. Going to see if I can squeeze any of my BBB squares into this fic.

Stucky Bingo Round Four [SB_R4] (Ends 31 May 2023)

Seventeen fills with one bingo (FINALLY!) and 2 WIPs with a couple of other vague ideas.

* B1 - Mutual Pining - no specific idea, but it’s so On Brand for me I’m sure I’ll come up with something! (maybe the Centerfold fic idea I’ve been toying with)

*O1 - Identity Porn - Surrender (But Don’t Give Yourself Away) is in progress - a WinterIron –>Stuckony Steve POV fic based on the following 3 Prompts –> Summary game prompt : Praise Kink, One Night Stand, Identity Porn It’s crossing over with my WIB Praise Kink, BB_C4 Rich and ACB April adoptable Submission squares and is going multichapter. Chapter 1 is coming in at 2148 words and will probably post on Friday. I would estimate another 1.5-ish k words in a second chapter to wrap things up ...?

*Adoptable1 - Remix one of your own fics – Finally cracked this thanks to another 3 Prompts –> Summary game: Wings, Transformation, Confession. I’m planning a Bucky POV of part of Take What Was Wrong (And Make it Right) the obvious title - Half of the Flesh and Blood That Makes Me Whole. 😁 I’ve got 283 words in so far and may try to crossover with something from my new BBB card!

Avengers Bingo Round Four [AvB_R4] (Ends 2 June)

This time around the card is a 3x3, so am looking at writing different pairings for my two favorite Avengers - Tony and Steve. I have 3 fills completed and two WIPs, with a couple more ideas in play.

*A2 - “Don’t leave me, please.” - maybe combine with SB Adoptable -Remix own fic?

*B2 - Crossover AU -- this might be a good excuse to resurrect my Star Wars Stucky/Stuckony AU - Never More to Go Astray ...

* C3 - Dog Tags - seems like a good Steve/Sam square, especially if I combine it with my SWB Steve Rogers square.

Bucky Barnes Connect Four Alt-Juniverse Event (BB_C4)[ends 30 Jun 2023]

* C1 - Omegaverse - see AvB - Accidentally In Love above.

* C2 - Rich – see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn above.

* C3 - No Powers -- thanks to some brainstorming help in the All Caps Bingo Discord server - I paired this with my Bucky Barnes Bingo square AU: Flower Shop & wrote up a Stucky ficlet based on the meme “How do you say ‘fuck you’ with flowers?” An Arranged Insult is coming in at 679 words and will post next Wednesday.

* C4 - Myth - thinking I can combine this with the SB Supernatural AU square idea above.

All Caps Bingo [ACB_R1] (Ends 30 Sep 2023)

I’ve got eight completed fics, four WIPs and will be pursuing the One Fill, One Bingo Challenge for Row 5.

* B2 - AU: Fugitive - I posted Flying the Flag of Freedom on the 7th - it came in at 1132 words.

* I1 - Mutual Pining - see Stucky Bingo Mutual Pining.

* N4 - Deserted Island - Posted Not Having Fun Down on the Bayou as a combo with a Flash Fiction Friday’s prompt [#FFF192 Sea and Sun] It’s Sam & Bucky missionfic shenanigans and came in at 355 words.

* G1 - Isaiah Bradley - Planning to add more to The Fist, Defeated. (possibly present day)

* G3 - Established Relationship - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* G4 - Babysitting - see AvB Babysitting AU above.

* O3 - Pararescue Sam Wilson - may try to squish this into an expansion of A Rising Star - a previous Flash Fiction Friday fill.

Sam Wilson Bingo [SWB_R3] (Ends 15 Oct 2023)

I have two fills and one WIP - I need to work on cross fills between this and the All Caps bingo.

* G3 - Joaquin Torres - see ACB Pararescue Sam Wilson above.

* O2 - Steve Rogers – see AvB Dog Tags above.

WinterIron Bingo - [WIB_R1] (Ends 16 Dec 2023)

I have 1 fill completed and two WIPs for this brand-new bingo event that I’m helping mod! Still getting my thoughts together on what to match up with other cards, but think I’m going to try to combine my B column squares for the Iron Soldier badge (complete a bingo with a single work). – Alpha Tony Stark, “That was not my intention.”, James Rhodes,Alpine loves Tony and Blind date.

* I4 - Identity Porn - this will go along well with the in-progress Chapter 7 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) where Bucky meets Tony and they find a way to keep his identity a secret after all. This chapter looks to be coming in at 2961 words and I hope to wrap the fic up in another chapter or two.

* N2 - Praise Kink - see Stucky Bingo Identity Porn

* O4 - Steve Rogers - see Stucky Bingo - Remix Own Fic

* O5 - Gentle – use this poem as inspiration?

Bucky Barnes Bingo - [BBB_R5] (Ends 10 Jan 2024)

Just got my card last week and am still trying to match up squares to crossfill, but have several of ideas already.

* B1 - AU: Medieval/Fantasy - see SB AU: Supernatural above.

* U2 - Clint Barton/Hawkeye - dredge up my year-old Winter Soldier/ young Clint WIP You Can't Stop It With a Gun

* U5 - AU: Flower Shop - see BBB_C4 No Powers AU above.

* K3 - Magic - Aro!Bucky sickfic idea?

* C2 - Yelena Belova -- see AvB Babysitter AU

* C4 - KINK: “Please let me come.” See SB Identity Porn above - Chapter 2.

* C5 - Marriage of Convenience/Pretend Couple - next chapter of Lady Natasha's Consort and Lord Steve's Companion

* Y3 - Alpine - see WIB Iron Soldier combo.

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On other creative fronts: I have a Fourth Doctor Who Stuffed With Character figure in progress. I have multiple commissions from the Hall of Heroes Comic Con to work on and am prepping for a con in June so am pretty well booked up through early summer.

#writing stuff #WIP Update #wip wednesday #shameless self promo

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