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circusmothman · 1 year

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“I’m sure you’ll love it there! We got a big house with lots of cool stuff, I got tons of toys we could share, and dad has like a billion books! We could even play outside in the garden.”

March - “Fresh starts”

Aaaaand I’m back with the third part of the monthly OTP prompt, and of course I had to squish it in the last day hhhhh. Also for those who noticed, I have not made a dedicated drawing for February but me and @ulqlume let our Vday collab count for that one since it was one of the offered themes. I do intend to still make something for one of the other February prompts though when I get the time.

But yes the theme I chose for this month ended up fitting perfectly for one of my favorite AU’s of these two. Namely, the Mercy AU. This is a massive canon divergence AU in which Indrel and Mircea (Atrax’s true birthname) meet during childhood, which then results in Mircea being adopted by the Velastryl family and growing up with Indrel in his homeland. This scene is in fact them sitting in the carriage on their journey back to Kharasta. Indrel is super excited about having made a new friend, while Mircea is still internally quite nervous about the whole thing but trying to appear positive.

The two meet while Indrel and his family were visiting Mircea’s home kingdom, Cania, during a diplomatic business trip. Indrel was exploring the city with his mother when he smelled blood and followed the trail to find the young spiderling hiding in an alley. He was able to coax Mircea to come with him to have his wound taken care of, and within the next few days plans were made to take the boy back home with them. As Mircea himself claimed to be an orphan. In truth Indrel’s parents knew there was more to that story, but Shade (the mother) had quickly grown attached to the boy and had quite a few concerns regarding his state. It took a long time of living with them for Mircea to finally open up about his past and reveal the truth of who he was and what happened to him, but by that point he had become a full part of the family and was surrounded by all the love and support he needed.

This AU is basically just a very self-indulgent “good timeline” that removes the majority of the trauma Mircea suffered during his life. Unfortunately the early childhood damage prevails and still affects him, but the worst of what happens during his story and leads to him becoming Atrax, has been avoided. Although that also means that the Mircea of this story and good ol canon Atrax are honestly like night and day in terms of behavior. But I love em both equally regardless and it’s that affection that drove the making of this AU that just gave him a far better life from nearly the start. In canon however that meeting never could have happened as the two of them were actually born almost a thousand years apart, and instead Indrel showed up in Aizsaule while Atrax was at his worst and managed to pull him out of that pit over the course of many lifetimes and a lot of persistence. But whether canon or any of the many AUs we have for them so far, these two always become quite inseparable and enrich each other’s lives considerably. They are just meant to be and we love them for that <3

#hollow knight #hollow knight oc #my oc #friend's oc #hk indrel #hk atrax #hk mircea #spoodermoffs #Mercy AU #otp prompt 2023 #also look at how heccin cute the baby spooder issss <3<3<3

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klonoadoortophantomile · 1 year

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wip =3

#im supposed to be working on an incredibly overdue essay rn but shhhhh it doesnt matter . lucinda time <3 /silly #oh yea this issss me n my friend gizmos oc =] he designed her btw #wait looking st this now. i should probabky make her hove finger thingies less Sharp that looks a bit off #this is kinda different from how i normally sketch but i had fun with it #kinda messy/unclear in some spots but thats okay i know whats meant to be going on ill probably clean it up when renderinf #scribbles

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yutadori · 1 year

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also even though saturday was mildly horrific tuesday was somehow WORSE????? it was my head supervisor, this guy i've worked with before who scares me, and this girl who i hadn't met yet and it was so bad oh god it was so so so so bad an absolute nightmare so that was the first time i worked during the day and it was surprisingly dead .__. which SUCKED because there was FOUR of us..... i wanted to end it all so bad like every time i made a drink at least ONE person would be watching me like 👁️___👁️ and if it's my head supervisor who's watching me then okay i get that because she's a supervisor but i don't know why my other coworkers were staring at me !?!?!?! i get it was DEAD but we're allowed to go on our phones if it's dead and there's nothing to do!!!! anyway it was mainly the other girl who was watching me alongside my head supervisor and idk if it's because she was told to but . they would correct me whenever i made a mistake which was fine and that's what happened during the prev shifts but idk why i felt so TENSE and bad about this time??? anyway i felt like an idiot the whole time and what ended up killing me in the end was when i was making a drink for the customer and my head supervisor was watching me but also kinda talking to me and i just had to pour a little bit of tea into the cup and then seal it with the lid. i forgot which tea it was and i looked down at the label on the cup and i was JUST about to reach for the correct tea when the SCARY GUY reached out to tap the tea container somewhat intensely and was like 'it's this one' and i almost DISINTEGRATED ON THE SPOT HE SOUNDED SO MAD ???? and i looked at him and i couldn't tell if he was side-eyeing me or not because he turned away kinda fast and i was just ???

like my supervisors told me it's okay if i'm not fast and if i look at the label multiple times and idk that was just so weird because he was so intense about it??? and it's not like !!! we were rushing or anything it was literally just one customer?? and idk ive only worked with him twice but i feel like he already doesn't like meeeee like he talks with the other employees like ^__^ but when he talks to me it's very blunt and he only speaks to me when absolutely necessary and it just feels so bad i hate being around him i feel like he wants to take me out (negative)

#he intimidates me so bad . and i was telling my friend about it and how he and the other coworker were talking a lot during that shift and #she said to try and ask them basic safe questions and the thing issss i would try but he seems like the type who would just give me short #answers and then not ask me anything because he just wants to end the convo and idk if the humilation is worth it u__u #i dont want to be besties with him i just dont want to feel like pissing my facking pants whenever im around him #like if he snaps at me one day i WILL cry that's for sure #anyway when he did that that's when i went to the restroom for like the second time in two hours and idk why my first #thought was to fake vomit when i could have just told my supervisor that i had cramps or something....#i was literally there for TWENTY FIVE MINUTES BECAUSE I WAS SOOOOO SCARED TO GO BACK..............#oh god and when i went in that day i was getting my apron and he just walks up behind me and is like 'can you sweep after you #clock in' and im just like what ???#like are you not going to give context or be like hey like he literally just walked up behind me and said that and i was like um okay #anyway . praying to god i dont have to work with him again #or if i do i hope it's with someone i know besides my head supervisor because i dont feel #/that/ comfortable with her yet #sun texts

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notjanine · 2 years

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i’ve finished seven books in the past seven days, am i getting a good grade at going thru a breakup, which is both normal to want and possible to achieve

#i only left my apartment once in a week which issss #i’m not like SAD sad i just feel uhhhh Guilty (bc he didn’t want to end things)#and like i’ve lost a friend (bc he said he’s gonna need a while to recover so i’m not gonna send him any sick memes until… idk awhile)#but also maybe that isolation instinct was mostly just the post-semester crash lmao #but ANYWAY #i got up early and went for a hike this morning and had my breakfast by a little pond with a charmingly horrifying name #and then i’m going out with friends tonight and tomorrow and this weekend so

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kurouzus · 11 months

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man im really sad. one of my friends might have to leave town and im trying to find something to give him to remenber me by if he does and its making me sad.

#he issss my only friend in town Lol #i have Acquiantsncesdnfje fhowever the fuck you spell thst word #but i dont really have friends.#im giving him my old cds this was already planned way before this though. i jjst kept forgetting to bring them #hes a sucker for just tiny things.#maybe i'll look through my buddyfigbt card collection and find one that reminds me of him. like i said he is a sucker for that kind of thing #fcbf tw

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batlove · 1 year

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need to find out this girl's name but the classes we have together end this week ...... im so sad

#she's always w a big group of friends #so trying to find smth to talk about is impossible #i can't do this shit when there's like 10 other people around its so embarrassing #but i want to know who she issss

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flovverworks · 1 year

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this isnt gonna be a spoiler post but im halfway thro ch14 and just? the characterizations in this series always has me ssoooooooooooo.......the decision to switch the povs.......as much as i miss akira...........i said this on twt but i am Terrified for when they introduce the rustica n faust pov

#stardust speaking !#read figaros first part-ch and had to put down my phone n stare at the ceiling for twenty minutes #its about the same feeling of writing 'likely to die' on tien. its something that was Kind Of There but seeing it written out ? unreal #havent reached brads just yet but hes SO cool....................#my friend told me a bit about his part when the ch released n im just. hes so so cool #ive said this ebfore #but mhyk charas fall into that category of So Canon that i v much struggle to write #the way theyre written n the way theyre portrayed n the way they react to things #lord #so glad kait n faty accepts whatever akira bs i throw at them #still thinking about cain in. ? ch12??????????? figaros gonna haunt me for another billion yrs its SO unfair #vauge spoilers but figaros convo w mitile n rutiles dad. rutile & tiretta. lord #also one of my fav part in 2nd anni was the whole 'yeah theres wizards who had their spouse die n then remarried n they still have their #magic' cuz i highly prefer that kind of view on relationships #multiple soulsmates. loving multiple ppl in ur life. stuff like that. im always so relieved when stories goes to that #so in the same way having tiretta n figaro like e/o but also not commiting cuz they cant trust the other issss so great imo #shakes the northern wizards #i have more tiny things to talk about but ill save it for when ive finished ch14 i lov brad. i rly rly love brad

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zemheri-x · 1 year

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#this is so bad but I’m only just paying my friend back for a meal months later 💀💀💀#not tryna go into 2023 with my old debts #and I will not be like this in 2023 #NOOOO #eurgh #it won’t let me check the details #and I don’t wanna send it anyway #just cause it’s New Year’s Eve whyyyy #I’m gonna send it anyway cause it’s not a lot #oh look who it issss #the consequences of my own actions lol #and my indecisiveness

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bigfishthemusical · 2 years

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okay I was trying to find when the next cricket wave is supposed to be and this is the only article that keeps coming up. I think Land Shrimp is both the funniest and worst phrase I could read ever

#i just want to know about my friends (enemies) the crickets!!! i don’t care that people are eating bugs!! augh #but like they are a cyclical animal and they are due to come back next summer I think. at least that’s how it feels. it’s been like 3 years #since we last had a cricket year. not looking forward to it but I Need to know when it issss

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dizscreams · 11 months

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Romantic headcanons with lil ol hobie

Absolutely 🫡

Romantic Headcanons with Hobie Brown — ★

I don’t think you guys would go out for dates I think a lot of the time it’s hanging out in each others room

Like he’s strumming his guitar and you’re studying or drawing whatever JUST YES

I think he’d definitely prefer that than taking you out to a fancy restaurant or smth like that

Maybe even movie nights?

Random thought but a little self care night 🤭

Maybe face masks (which he was reluctant to do but you made him anyway), painting each others nails, etc etc

Not really self care but him helping you dye your hair!!! Can’t get that thought out of my head

OMG SHOPPING WITH HIM!! You dragging him shopping and he acts like he doesn’t wanna be there but he actually kinda likes helping you pick out stuff

Don’t even get me started on you making him carry all of your bags or you showing off to him in the dressing room 👀

UGH OMG I HAD A CUTE THOUGHT!! One time he watched you do your makeup and he wanted to learn how to do eye liner

So you taught him one day and he likes doing eye liner every now and again

Maybe you were on his lap and did it for him one day! (He wouldn’t let you do a full face of makeup on him though 😔)

Likes picking out jewelry for your outfits

If you guys are opposites I can see a lot of playful arguments about each others music tastes

He definitely likes at least one song you showed him but wont admit it cause he’s stubborn!

If we’re gonna talk about physical touch I’d say he likes it just definitely not in public

Maybe a hand on your shoulder sometimes but other than that I’m not sure

In private though he’s always leaning his head on your shoulder or putting his head on yours

Likes to tease and make fun of you

Jokingly ofc he’d never let it go too far

He issss in a band so ofc you’re going to almost every performance of his

Veryyy protective when it comes to his job and you

Doesn’t like letting you come to fights with him or trying to help cause he’s terrified you’re going to get hurt

If you’re also a spider person you guys make a rlly good duo

He’s just a really laid back guy in general so he doesn’t raise his voice at you

Maybe on accident a few times but he always apologizes ofc

He’s respectful 🫡

OMG RANDOM BUT NAPPING TOGETHER

WHEWWW imagine you both got done with a fight and you just need to rest so you take a nap together! Or if you’re not a spider person then you both had a hard day and wanted to take a nap together

I don’t think he gets jealous thaaat easily. Like someone would have to be THROWING themselves at you and he’ll step in.

He wouldn’t be starting fights or drama honestly I think he’d just wrap an arm around your waist and walk away with you

I think he’ll go on random tangents about stuff he’s interested in or even abt stuff he doesn’t like 😭

You’re just listening to him like “yeah totally” because he’s talking so fast

He’s proud of your guy’s relationship and he’s caught himself talking about you a lot to his friends

He tries to shut up before they say anything but they’re already teasing him

BUT ID SAY OVERALL he’s just a really chill dude who likes spending time with his partner :)

All I can think of rn so I hope you enjoyed! and ty for all the requests I’ll be working on them all day <3 🫡

#dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobart brown #spiderpunk #spiderpunk x reader #spider man: across the spider verse

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werewolfpdfs · 2 years

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you know. i could be like the angst is getting to be too much. but it’s justtt the right amount of caleb being happy to string me along ajdhdjdjdkkd

#shaking his shoulders YOU ARE GOOD YOU ARE LOVING YOU ARE SMART YOU ARE IMPORTANT #honestly tho he issss getting better like i rlly can’t imagine initial caleb making a tower for his friends with personalized rooms #mostly because initial caleb didn’t have friends

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bleuu-moon · 3 months

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no masters or kings

prologue.

note: here she issss!!! finally after putting it off so many times because i’m a shit bag lol. me 🤝 combining my unhinged obsession with price, ghost and zombie media and making it into my dream fic <3

pairing: john price + simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

tags: zombie apocalypse au, slow burn-ish, smut, poly relationship (price + ghost share you gahhhh). she/her pronouns used, but no physical description of reader. word count: 1.5k warnings: 18+ mdni. mentions of blood, gore, death and violence.

Everything hurts, aches and burns.

You’ve been on the move for days, constantly moving forward on a desperate search for salvation, refusing your body of any sort of rest it’s crying out for. Your exhaustion makes the rough, solid, wooden floor seem like a California King. Your rucksack like a memory foam pillow. Just grateful for the relief you feel for not being on your feet anymore.

The rain batters against the old cottage’s roof and windows. Luckily, this time, you managed to seek shelter before the incoming shower got too heavy, only leaving your clothes slightly damp in its wake.

Darkness fills the room you’ve comforted yourself in, too dark to see what occupies inside, only able to make out the silhouettes of randomly placed heavy furniture.

You know it was stupid to just assume it was safe, it was something your father had scolded you for in the past. However, with the knowledge that the area was sparse for dead ones, and with the door being firmly bolted with a dated, rusted lock, accompanied by nothing but the smell of damp and dust in the air, you figured that the possibility of running into other survivors inside, was slim.

So, after a hard knock on the frame of the door, and no movement as a result, you claimed it your sanctuary for the night.

You shiver into your utility coat, pulling your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to create any sliver of warmth. However, with the dampened fabric that sits on your skin, it only makes the chill in the air even more prominent.

A fire, even a shitty half melted candle would have been accommodating, but with your lack of resources, the function of your own body is the best option you have.

The more your body shivers, the grip on your knife tightens, as you lie slightly next to the door, just behind where it swings open. Barely something you could call a strategy, but something that gave you somewhat more of chance at a defence.

An advantage of some sorts, just in case someone decides to slaughter you before you have chance to wake up.

After what seems like hours of your mind being unable to forget the bitter cold that nips at your body, and the ache of hunger that rattles in your stomach, you drift towards sleep. Thinking back to the days when you would spend your evenings in front of your parents’ log fire and the hot chocolates that warmed your hands, sounds of laughter and music filling your ears.

You think about that time at the camp, the intense heat that tingled on your face as fires raged through the tents, vehicles, people. Screaming and wailing erupting into the air as you raced towards the woods—

It grips at your throat, forcing you to be unable to breath. It feels like you’re choking on your own air. Chest becoming tighter and tighter with each gasp, anxiety consuming you even in your unconsciousness.

Images flash around your mind, those of bodies, some burned, some deceased, some both but still walking. Snapping teeth and hands make their way towards you, belonging to those who you once considered friends, family.

Your father. A face so familiar yet so unrecognisable, it’s him, but not really. Eyes glazed over with milky white, blood pooling from his mouth and nose, snarling as his frame lunges for you. You want to run, need to run, but you’re frozen with fear. Just as your feet are about to step back, his large body falls on you pinning you to the ground. You fight, and fight and fight, pushing against anywhere you can, but it’s no use.

And only thing you have the strength to do is scream—

Click.

Your body jerks awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open.

It’s a sound you’ve heard before, one that you never forget.

“She’s awake.”

The air is knocked from your lungs as a man’s voice hits your ears before you can fully grasp your surroundings, groggy from the sleep you’ve been ripped from. You don’t see him, only the barrel of the gun that’s being held in the direction of your head.

“Don’t speak.” He spits, before you could even master up the courage to talk. His accent is heavy, Scottish. You watch as he nudges the gun slightly to the side. “Sit up.”

His orders are snappy, full of seriousness that makes a lump form in your throat. For a moment, you feel so numb you can’t move, but when he growls at you to move, it kicks your arse into gear. Obeying his orders, you gulp as you quickly rise from your place on the ground, leaning your back against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest.

Moving helps you get a better look at the man behind the gun. He seems a similar age to you, even though he’s wearing thick garments covered with a heavy packed tac-vest, his muscular build is obvious.

His blue eyes are piercing into yours, before they flicker down to the knife that still resides in your hand, nodding his head, signalling you to discard it. You hesitate, feeling uneasy about giving up the only thing you have to defend yourself, but his eyes narrow, brows pulling downwards in frustration.

Usually, you’d try to put up more of a fight, but something irks at you. The gun he easily holds in hands isn’t like one you’ve seen in person before, its bulky, long, like something from an action movie. The vest that wraps around his body is heavily layered and stocked with what you can only assume is ammunition.

He wasn’t just someone who managed to get their hands on big gun, he was someone who knew exactly what to do with it.

And with the understanding of that, you slide your knife towards his boots.

“Look, I—"

“Check her bag.” He cuts you off, seemingly speaking to someone else. Someone you were unaware of.

Another man appears from the side of you, surprising you as he stomps his way over and grabbing your rucksack off the floor.

Like the other, he’s similar in age, and dressed in the same intimidating attire, except he's slightly taller and sporting a very worn cap on his head.

“How'd you get in here?” He asks firmly, unzipping your bag. He sounds southern English.

“I—um, picked the lock.”

He only hums at your response, raising his brows momentarily before beginning to dig through the contents of your sack. There’s harsh silence as he does, an overwhelming feeling of being a deer in some headlights as your eyes flicker between the two men.

“I didn’t know it belonged to anyone.” You’re finally able to look around the room, now that daylight is allowing its contents to become visible. It’s barely filled, derelict and tired, only a few pieces of tatty furniture scattered around. “I was just looking for somewhere to hold up for the night.”

They don’t reply, only a look from the man who’s searching through your belongings, as other remains still, gun still pointed towards your face.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Only if you give us a reason to.” The man in-front of you snaps.

“There’s nothin' in here…nothin' useful anyway.”

The rucksack ends up beside you again, landing on the floor with a thud.

"Am curious.” The Scot sounds prying. “How've you manage to survive this long with a shitty knife and an empty rucksack?”

“I—”

You stop yourself. Gulping down the lump that has seemingly formed back in your throat. You don't know these people from Adam, they're strangers, and strangers, especially in this day and age, meant fucking danger. Those who are left aren't people that you can be open and honest with, letting all of your vulnerabilities lie bare, it only gives them opportunities to use it against you, and then they take, and take, and take.

But, what do you really have to lose? The worst thing that could happen is they think you're lying and it ends with a bullet hole in through skull. And when you think about that, it's not even really the worst thing.

“I’ve only been on my own for a couple of days. I was in a camp but we—” You look down at the floor. “—it’s gone now.”

“Gone?”

You nod gently, eyes still burning into wood in-front of you.

“Another group, they came, and they just destroyed everything…murdered everyone. There's nothing left.”

“Where?” The man to your left quizzes, your eyes meeting his. His intense glare has been replaced by something that resembles sympathy and concern.

“Near Burnsall, about a mile down the river, on the golf course near it.”

The two become silent, you watch as they both turn to each other. Eyes saying more than words, a mute conversation unravelling between them. You become on edge, your mind starting to work overtime, thoughts tripping over thoughts, wondering if they were about to end your life, change it, or make you wish that they chosen the first one. And once you see the Scot shake his head at whatever the other was getting at, you become even more alert.

Suddenly, you jerk as he lunges towards you, his gloved hand wrapping harshly around your bicep and hauling you to your feet.

“Well, looks like it’s your lucky day…ya comin' with us.”

#captain john price #simon ghost riley #price x reader #ghost x reader #price x female reader #ghost x female reader #apocalypse au #price x reader x ghost

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