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canisalbus · 28 days

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You mentioned before that the people who would have access to Machete's bedchamber would likely already know about Vasco. How did that come up in your mind? Did they get caught in the act or was the subject broached with enough trust? How did those people handle it? Sorry if this is a bit vague but I thought about it today and I'm very interested. :)

I think it just has to be the case, I can't imagine how they could manage to hide the fact Vasco is bunking with him from everyone, for years and years. Machete doesn't live alone, he has staff and servants who do his housekeeping and run his errands. Even if Vasco didn't stay there for any extended periods of time and snuck out the back door to avoid attention, I'm assuming at least the people who do his laundry and change his sheets would eventually detect that some sort of funny business had happened. But the number of people who are in on it is still very very small and tightly controlled. His assistant Vittorio definitely knows and helps to manage this situation, so does his personal doctor, and on top of that maybe a handful of most trusted high-ranking emplyees, which he has vetted extremely carefully and pays handsomely for their discreetness and prudence.

#or something along those lines surely there has to be a way for this to work people have had secret affairs since the beginning of time #if you hire someone #or more likely promote someone you know who has worked for you for years and has proven to be trustworthy and unlikely to betray you #and there's a very high risk that that person will find out your secrets it's better to bring them to their attention yourself #in a controlled setting ahead of time #instead of waiting to see if/when you're caught and not knowing how they will react #right?#and his private quarters are indeed private you don't go snooping in there without a good reason and an official permission #answered #anonymous #Vaschete lore #Vasco hanging around there often probably isn't an immediate red flag it's a big house and people can have friends and guests #plus at the time it was generally more common and accepted for two men to be close friends and openly attached to each other platonically #it's sunday morning and I'm awake trying to piece together the practical logistics of #maintaining an undercover long term relationship between two 16th century statesmen

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intotheelliwoods · 5 months

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Pre-orders have arrived! <- Come get your boy!

Closing the listing on late Sunday the 19th! Shipping should start no later than December 21st, assuming theres no overseas shipping delays, and assuming they keychains dont get lost to transit hell!

#ell becomes an etsy seller arc #2al merch #a perfect buy if you want your keychain like 2 days after christmas LMAO #rottmnt #rise leo #leonardo hamato #probably going to be rbing this a few times till sunday #want to make sure everyone has a chance to get their hands on this guy since this is probably going to be the last batch #(I might keep making keychains but it would not be this design)#(looks at sprout keychain..... hmmmm maybe. if demand is high enough)#also this is going to help me so much #so I can figure out how much demand I actually have for my shit #oh my gosh #I cannot for the life of me tell how many of you are going to want to buy something so #preorders it is #at least then after the preorders I can gauge how popular my stuff would be and can plan more accordingly without preorders then

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jenderenvy985 · 9 months

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Sparkle on! It's Sunday! Don't forget to put your fingers in his ass

#jerma #jerma985 #hatsune miku #sparkle on #sparkle on!#it's sunday!#fingers in his ass sunday #fingers in his ass #jerma green screen edit #mmd #i learned how to edit green screens for this #i also learned mmd for this #i have so many regrets #inspired by that one post with sans and nagito and jerma going “sparkle on! it's sunday! don't forget where to put your fingers!”

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brewed-pangolin · 2 months

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Y'all, I'm not gonna lie. The comments, love, and reblogs I've received for my most recent Captain fic have me on the verge of tears. (No, I'm actually crying. Omg)

Captain MacTavish is incredibly difficult for me to write. I attribute that to the fact that he's been in my head for 15 years and to convey my interpretation of him from my mind to the screen involves a skill I've only begun to grasp.

Literally me gushing to my moots under the cut because I can't hug all of you

@greatstormcat @esteljune @soapsgf I swear, I want to kiss you all on the forehead for your kind words. And to unlock something, that's a compliment that requires a bear hug. Love you all. 💛

@crashandlivewrites your tags had me howling. I will never write either Soap without a running mouth. (Even if he does have a rubber cock in the ass) Legendary hug. Love you 💛

@efingcod yeah, no, this didn't just shatter me completely. Not at all. (falls to the floor) Comments like these from a mutual who I consider to be a friend mean more to me than you'll ever know. Thank you, E. Love you 💛

@valkyri from one long-time Captain MacTavish lover to another, this means the world. I wanted to convey a more erotic atmosphere between the two and tail back a bit on the overall smut. And if I interpret this correctly, I was successful. Thank you, darlin. Love you 💛

@crashtestbunny don't tempt me. I just might 😈💛

@astraluminaaa @devcica @homicidal-slvt @shotmrmiller @glitterypirateduck I swear, I write just for you. Y'all never fail me, and I'd give you the moon if I could. 🌕💛

I understand that this is a very particular kink and that it is not shared with everyone, and I'm okay with that. To those who have reblogged, liked, and commented, from my very core, I give you my heart. I know I'm not like the more eloquent writers within this fandom, but this fic has been sitting in my head for years. All it took was International Women's Day and @glossysoap to will it into existence.

Thank you all for your love and support.

Happy Super Soap Sunday. And as always...

Stay Thirsty Soap Sqaud 🧼

#soap squad™️#super soap sunday #moot gushing moment #i had to #yall have no idea how much your love means to me #gonna go cry some more while i do my taxes #the brainrot of Captain MacTavish #spreading the love

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parabolizacja · 20 days

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LOAssumption practitioners upon the slightest pushback against their community and beliefs. I wasn't even being mean exactly, just expressing my frustration. And yes, while my method is based on assumptions on the end of the day, it is still different from mainstream most popular LOA usage that you think of when you hear "LOA" that's why I'm making the distinction

My tags:

vs LOA fanatics

Why are you so fucking fragile? Just assume I don't exist lol or go shift yourself to a DR where I don't exist

Also the use of the word "bitch" for some random woman on the internet... Really telling on you. You could have at least got off anon and maybe used an account that wasn't an empty burner one lol But you're a fucking toddler so not a surprise

#Anon I hope you get fucking run over by a a car no joke #You're vile #But other than this post I won't be responding ❤️#Proof 1 that this community is a cult #Can't say shit at all #Otherwise some braindead loser gets all huffy and puffy and comes into your anon box lol #And Question Of The Day: which part of my tags indicated I'm jealous?#Projecting much?#Because “angry”? Ok you're already overdramatic and whiny I can understand how my slight frustration could be taken for genuine anger by yo #But I don't shake and have an increased heart rate and go off the rails while typing anything on the internet lolll #Did you feel anxiety in your stomach writing this anon? did you? 🥺#(i'm also almost sure those are the same person bc I got sent anon on Saturday and this person responded on Sunday #their account is completely empty and seems as if it was made recently)#(+ no one else got all angry and bothered literally no one else has cared so far)

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martyrbat · 1 year

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[ID: an uncoloured drawing for a panel next to the publicized version. They're both from the comic Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #194. In them, Batman is shown from the waist up. He's looking at Jim Gordon, who's off panel, with a penitent expression after being accused of something he secretly did do. He has his palm pressed against his chest and is blocking the bat emblem as his other hand is clasped ontop of it. In the initial drawing, there's a halo floating above his head as well as several tiny hearts mixed in with the lights that surround him. In the publicized panel, the hearts and halo has been removed and two speech bubbles have been added. He's in front of a terra rose background and is starting to say, “Jim, I don't even know what you're...” But Jim cuts him off, saying, “Stop it. I'm tired of this.”

The third photo is a description of the drawing from the artist's (Seth Fisher) website. It reads: This is another page that the DC editors changed: no halos or hearts around Batman, no matter how (disingenuously) contrite he is. In the final edition, the halo and heart in the center bottom frame have been excised.]

#happy sad boy sunday !!!#this counts because he's getting broken up with and because im sad bc they removed the halo and hearts #included the link to the website on the word too :3 in case any of u wanted to see his unpublished work too #deleting a big ol rant that no one cares about but basically:#hate seeing how much creativity and personality gets edited and removed despite it being the artist's job & how you have rememberable #and remarkable art. i get the editors got an important job but at the same time at what point do you allow art and personality to exist #just to make comics more fun to read/look at instead of basing everything on a capitalistic stoic reputation that #youre responsible for creating?? turning batman into a symbol of unwavering compassion and empathy and the reminder theres always stars #even on the darkest night if you remember to look up. him going from being a symbol of hope and humanity to being a character #that cant fucking have a heart or visual compassion out of fear they cant market him more or ruin that fragile reputation.#they make editing decisions based on it as a product instead of it as a character/story or an artform and god does it show.#happy sad boy sunday bc shutting down artistic freedom and expressionism for capitalistic reasonings is making me want to shoot myself 🥰🥰#c: batman: legends of the dark knight | i: 194 #crypt's panels #batman #posts from the crypt

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kaeyapilled · 11 months

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kid kaeya sitting quietly on a pew during mass in the favonius church feeling so distinctly alienated from everyone else in there that it borders on despairing

#yknow?#what are our thoughts on how religious the ragnvindr family was btw i need to know what you think #i cant picture them going to church super often. ljke take jeans family for comparison they were definitely in there more frequently #but yknow maybe every sunday? or every special occasion. do mondstadtian holidays include mass too #unclear tbh all of the ones we know about just include day drinking and singing #but there HAS to be more solemn/serious holidays. where youre supposed to go to church #they're catholic coded after all #barbatos died in the cross for our sins etc. ok enough. can you imagine though #Is Venti/Barbatos Jesus-Coded?#this was NOT MY ORIGINAL POINT uhhhhh #yeah kaeya and the gods man. kaeya and religion #kaeyaposting #kaeya alberich #my posts #this post is projection but only mildly because kaeya has such worse relationship to going to church #like im normal about it i just remember sitting in church camp while everyone was having a Moment With God and thinking #(not feeling god's presence at all) Man ... what the hell am i doing here..

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possibilistfanfiction · 11 months

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post top surgery bea was so !!!. so many feelings, just like when you first wrote about it a few months back. would love to read more if you’re ever feeling inspired. maybe ava observing her feel even more at home in her body?

[idk how many ppl love this headcanon but it's rly lovely? to me at least lol. so a little gentle mama s & bea pov for u]

you've gotten better at caring for your children in different ways as the years have gone on — fostering passions, listening carefully, allowing them to expand into who they were meant to be, within and beyond the order. you've fought a holy war with so many of them — some you have lost forever; some have come back, in one way or another. love, god's love, the highest form of grace, is full of grief and sorrow, and you know that better than most.

but — 'you're sure you've got it?'

you fight back the urge to sigh because ava's eyes are big and earnest and you're reminded of when they were nineteen, and terrified, and so so brave. 'yes, ava. we'll be fine in the brief amount of time you're gone.'

ava nods, more to reassure herself than you;.she's just going to get groceries — a task you had bullied her into, mostly to get her out of the house for a brief moment — and beatrice has mostly slept on and off this past week. it's a joyful time, so deeply, but you know also that seeing beatrice in pain, even for the best reason, is hard for ava. perhaps, you admit, hard for all of you.

but beatrice smiles when ava kisses her forehead, pausing the season of some reality tv show she and lilith appear to be quite invested in that, reluctantly, you have watched enough of at this point to follow along with something slightly more than disinterest. she smiles still when you sit down next to her on their big couch in their sundrenched living room, and you feel peace settle in your soul the way you really only do when you see your children happy.

'okay,' ava says from the door leading to the garage, 'text me if anything happens.'

beatrice rolls her eyes, the soft smile still on her face. 'just make sure to get the proper chocolate.'

'that was one time.'

beatrice laughs. 'bye, ava.'

'love you.'

'i love you too,' beatrice says, then turns to you when ava closes the door softly.

'you are feeling okay, right? i've known you for too long for you to lie to me.'

beatrice touches your wrist gently, in some kind of thanks. 'i'm feeling good. sore, but they took my drains out yesterday so i finally got to shower.'

'well i came at the perfect time, then.'

beatrice huffs a laugh. she shifts a little, sitting up more, and there are freckles all along her shoulders, muscles toned and visible without a shirt on, a blanket over her legs. 'i — uh, i have to let my skin breathe for a few minutes, is it —' her brow furrows — 'is it okay?'

you have known her for so long, seen and still do see so much of yourself in her, and so you understand. 'of course it's okay, beatrice.'

she nods, just once, and then reaches to undo the tight surgical binder. you had read all about top surgery diligently after she had told you — with a nervousness in her voice that had made you ache — that she had a date scheduled for her procedure, even asked one of jillian's surgeon friends to explain the details. you know the expect the bandages over her regrafted nipples, the stretch of the new scars across her chest. there's old scars along her abdomen, but these are different: these are imbued with joy, and care, and a becoming that is so quietly holy you feel blessed to witness it. the deep breath she takes in, the way her shoulders relax and she smiles when she looks down at her chest — it is all you have ever wanted for any of your children.

she looks over at you, a little shaky, a little unsure, and so you offer her what you know she needs, after so many years. 'these were the results you were hoping for, yes?'

she swallows, but it's still impossible for her smile to fully slip. 'beyond what i had hoped for, honestly. it's hard — it was hard to imagine, just how much better i would feel.'

'i'm quite happy for you.'

her smile grows — less shy, more certain — but then her brow furrows in a way you recognize by now that means she's been sitting on something for a while. 'are you — are you ever disappointed?' she pauses, then clarifies quietly, 'in me?'

when beatrice was recruited to the order years and years ago, you recognized quickly that she would be more than fit to run it in your stead. she always had been: brilliant, organized, kinder than you could ever hope for. generous. forgiving. devout. she hasn't changed at all, only grown brighter in her faithfulness.

'i am so proud of you, beatrice. profoundly.'

beatrice sniffles, and you turn toward her fully.

'you have been a beacon for god's love the entire time you have known you, through a great deal of pain. i'm proud of you for finally starting to give that love to yourself.'

as you expected, she does start to cry; it's not uncommon even though she still tries to pretend it's a rare occurrence.

'i'm deeply sorry if i have ever made you to feel that way, especially after you renounced your vows.' you worked with her to bring ava back; you won a war; you walked her down the aisle. 'i am in awe of who you have become, beyond what i ever could have hoped for you.' you look pointedly to her chest, flat and tender and, in the ways you have learned matter most, beautiful.

she wipes tears and then huffs a laugh. 'you haven't,' she says, 'made me feel like that. not since i was brand new at the order and couldn't properly shoot a pistol, at least.'

you laugh fondly, remembering how horrible a shot she had first been, too tightly wound to breathe through the kick properly.

'i've just been in my head, a little. it happens when i'm high.'

you raise a brow, just for fun, and she seems to realize what she's said, blanching.

'not that i've ever been high, ever, other than, you know, pain medicine after surgery or injuries. not once, not one single time.'

'it's still a sin to lie. you know that, right?'

beatrice eventually laughs, happily. 'ava's not particularly subtle, is he?'

'neither is the smell of weed.'

she laughs even harder.

'i wasn't always a nun.'

she calms, quiets. 'thank you, for being a really wonderful mother.'

it fills your chest unlike anything else — ava and their halo; mary and lilith finding their way back home; your new girls getting to train in peace — and you squeeze her hand. 'thank you for being a really wonderful daughter.'

she nods, another layer of peace settling against her skin. when it comes time, a few minutes later, for her to have to put her surgical binder back on, you help with gentle hands.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡#i could go on & on about how trans care can definitely be lifesaving but also the nuance of like....#it doesn't need to Save Your Life for u to want to feel happier & better & more at home in ur skin!#anyway love them #again so so so normal during pride abt found family lol #i have a rly angsty prompt fill coming up like tomorrow or sunday but to tide us over this is v tender

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moeblob · 1 year

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sobbing at every heart event ...

#stardew valley #sdv shane #farmer koi #as someone who grew up thinking i would be fine with death at 18 #as someone who struggled so hard with connecting with others because everything felt suffocating #being able to tell shane that im happy hes here is like telling myself that and hoo boy im crying #the things id love to hear and the things said to me being options in the six heart event #really impacted me #as someone who related to no after plan in the four heart event because i still dont even have a real plan in life #just wow the flashbacks to being unhappy in school the thoughts of being condemned in sunday school #and the fact you can tell him its a sin as a reason to not roll off a cliff is just enough to remind me of how much that hurts #as if im so bad you have to try guilting me into living... gosh #shanes heart events are therapy for me to actually tell someone i relate to YOURE STILL HERE AND THATS GOOD #like does concernedape know how therapeutic its been to tell shane the things i wanna hear #anyway sorry for the possibly depressing tags that is why i kept them in the tags #watch me go back and just delete all the tags but yeah this has been emotional to see from a diff perspective #im so used to being shane that its wild to see what it might look like and its kinda crushing me

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hwanswerland · 2 years

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seongsang @ idol radio for @woosansang our boys aggressively saying some more sweet things to each other

#yeosang #seonghwa #ateez #ateezedit #atzsource #fio.gifs #the world ep 1 #tuserjazzy #when you made me your set i had to think of this immediately #but no time to make it #so a bit later than i intended to #beloveds continuing to be dorks <33 #anyway i know how you're stressed and all atm #so pls hopefully like this as a momentary distraction of like 2 mins from work or smth idk <33 #just like rb this whenever youve decided to me active on here again like no pressure #lol idek when you'll see this but when i post this it makes sense to wish you a relaxing sunday at least <33 #now to the me being me part of any given set that involves hwa #i would apologise for the length of this but im not even sorry #i would also try to like. stay focused here but #1) i cant and 2) you dont mind me going insane #even though this isnt even close to the point of this so i do feel kinda like i have a stupid lizard brain or smth #but like #this hwa omg #i had so many thoughts about him when i made this bruh #at least i could focus on yeo for the colouring because man #i would like to alternatively title this as 'how to be ys'#i know i say these things often but i like REALLY mean it this time #even though i'd have the same reaction as him lol cringe and laugh is such a mood #but still #BAJSDGAJZDHGHIUSDHAISDHS maybe its the hormones or smth

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shortsighted-owl · 1 year

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Inspiration Fuck-it 7S Sunday

Tagged by all these amazing talented individuals for Fuck it Friday, Inspiration Saturday, 7SS: @comaboybuck @alyxmastershipper @bigfootsmom @jobairdxx @putijeansdiaz-ronordmann @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @rewritetheending @mellaithwen @thosetwofirefighters @elvensorceress @achillesbuck @buddierights @hippolotamus @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @rogerzsteven @ajunerose @monsterrae1

Some more 6x12 ‘Sleep outside your door’ coda, and a little cover/moodboard

They're approaching the door when Chris stops for a second, face shuttering. It makes Eddie's heart flip, and immediately he runs a hand through Chris' bedraggled curls. Feels it flip again as Chris allows his father to comfort him.

He may be chasing the arrow of time but he is glad his son knows he can turn to him still.

“We did this. Me and Buck. When you’d been shot.” Chris says, eyes glancing up behind his glasses to meet Eddie’s.

Now That.

That pulls Eddie up short.

Chris continues. “And again, after…”

He doesn't need to name it. Eddie knows. A locked door, a baseball bat, a single phone call.

“We would check on you, just to make sure you were there, that you were okay. Sometimes, I'd be in bed, and I could hear Buck pacing back and forth.”

Somewhere deep down, he’s sure he remembers being so high on his meds, so bone deeply tired, and hearing the high squeak of his door hinges, the muffled steps of socked feet, a small hand on his cheek, larger fingertips on his wrist.

“Dad?” Eddie's hand grips the handle tighter as Chris starts. “Are you scared? In the hospital, you weren't in Buck’s room. You only went in with me, and even then, You didn't look at him”

Not judgemental, just stating. From the mouth of babes.

Eddies throat clinks as he tries to swallow. “Yeah Chris. I’m terrified. But… But we’re allowed to be. We almost lost our Buck.”

Tagging: @the-likesofus @buddiefication @amberlyinviolet @chaosandwolves @leewithme @mumucow @indigo2831 @loveyourownsmiilee @fiona-fififi anyone who wishes to share their work!

#Blame my PhD work for how slow this is going #plus i am KNACKERED #buddie #buddie wip #911 on fox #owl wip #owl hoots #6x12 coda #Fic: sleep outside your door #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #6x12 #seven sentence sunday #fuck it Friday #inspiration saturday

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soccerpunching · 7 months

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Thinking about how Fei and Saru both have hero complexes always make me think that the reason they were the two leading figures of Feida is because they grew up enabling these complexes on each other. So much that the passion they had for doing what's right (for fighting for SSC's right to live) leaked out to the others. The other SSC chose to follow Saryuu Evan who was vocal about what they deserved and would make direct actions for the cause and they looked up to Fei Rune who would sacrifice everything that he had for them just to give them what they deserved.

Hero complexes can easily turn into charisma when focused and endowed with actions. Honestly, if the SSC did not have the knowledge that their time in the world is limited and that they can't even be given the same treatment as everybody else given that small time they have, I don't think destroying some buildings would even be part of their movement. Theyre kids who just wanted to live and be accepted, lead by a pair who had had enough of the neglect and possibly abuse that the world inflicted on them.

#i still hate what theyre trying to say in the show abt how removing their powers would save them. LIKE. WHAT IF I KILL YOU #cant have a non ableist show in this house #i dont care abt el dorado. hope they explode #if you think my opinion on this is highly political. youre not going to be ready w my takes on fifth sector & the kind of shitshow it is #-> honestly im not ready either. bcs that would be a long essay that i prob wont finish. just like the kageyama one #ive been writing the kageyama one since i joined the fandom months ago & im still not done. theres a lot to cover #i'll be back later. i hate adulting sm. cant even enjoy my sunday #inazuma eleven chrono stone #inazuma eleven #fei rune #saryuu evan #simeon ayp

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125storejuice · 6 days

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#about to eat some microwave noodles and microwave burrito in bed #i am very excited #hows your sunday night going??#the anxiety is so real :c

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driflew · 1 year

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it’s six sentence sunday. i do have six sentences, yes, but ive decided instead of posting them, im giving you the entire piece theyre from w incredibly minimal context

woe lamplight role swap be upon ye. we talked abt this in the server and then a few days ago i circled back to it w some friends and fleshed out the details more. god Martyn, paladin Ren, 1.7k words written in a frenzy before my DL session yesterday. this one’s treebark + very late in the theoretical Complete Storyline that exists between me and like three other people

Something is wrong. That’s the first thing Ren thinks when the shield starts to wither, the vines in front of him turning a sickly yellow-grey-black. Usually when Martyn finishes a fight, he simply calls his plants back, but this is… It’s as if someone cut the chord between Martyn and the shield.

But Martyn would defend Ren with everything and more, so if it’s started to die, something is wrong.

There are still voices outside the shield he can hear. Someone is laughing, and the sound comes through the thick vines.

“Holy shit, since when could you…?” someone says. His voice is harsh and tainted with a sadistic sort of glee that makes Ren’s skin crawl every time he hears it.

The vines at Ren’s eyes start to clear, and he grabs at the top, trying to pull himself up. He shouldn’t draw attention to himself, but he wants to see Martyn is okay, that Ren was simply cut off…

Ren doesn’t see Martyn. He peers over the shrinking wall for that familiar blond, but he doesn’t see it. The bandits, or whatever they were, don’t pay the vines any mind at all. They’re gathered nearby, standing over… something.

“I’ve never seen— did you see how much blood—?” another voice. Martyn’s shields are always so thick, the crumbling that overtakes them is much longer than any one off vine. Ren’s stomach turns as the vines crumble past his chest. What does that mean? Why is there blood? It can’t be Martyn’s, though, surely they’d notice if the blood was a god’s.

“I can’t believe you managed that in one hit.” Someone is laughing. Ren fumbles for the knife at his waist, not that it will do anything. Not that he’ll need it—Martyn is fine. He’s fine, and he wouldn’t let anything happen to Ren.

“How hard did you hit him?” She’s looking down, though Ren can’t see at what.

Martyn will be fine, he tells himself. The vines crumble away at his waist and past his thigh, and he doesn’t bother waiting for them to go any lower. He shoves himself over the shield as quietly as he can, but he’s still too loud.

A bandit turns, and when he does, he steps back to reveal what they’ve gathered around. Ren sees a familiar shade of green fabric, crumpled to the ground. He’s on his knees, though his torso is pitched to the side, so Ren can’t see his face.

Ren raises his knife. It isn’t threatening, not with the way his hand wavers, but he doesn’t care.

“Step aside,” Ren commands, sounding far more authoritative than he feels. The bandit actually laughs.

“What, you’re worried about your friend?” he asks. He’s big, much taller than even Ren.

“Yes,” Ren admits, “Take what you want from me, just… step aside. Let me treat him.”

The other bandit begins to smile.

“You want to treat him, huh?” she asks. “I hope you’re a damn good doctor.”

She steps aside as well, finally revealing Martyn.

It’s not that Ren hadn’t been able to see Martyn’s face before he was slumped over. Martyn simply no longer has one.

Martyn’s entire chest is splattered in shimmering red blood, down in places to his stomach. His body slumps sideways, leaking golden blood into the dirt. The cut looks clean, having cleared his head entirely from his shoulders. Ren doesn’t see his head, but he doesn’t look—hardly sees anything, really. His eyes are stuck on the fact the stump is still dripping, leaving a trail down Martyn’s shoulder and toward his hand, still curled around the withering vine that was once Ren’s shield.

“Martyn…?” Ren whispers.

Ren doesn’t even care about the small crowd. He drops the knife and doesn’t think twice about pushing his way through to Martyn, dropping to his knees at Martyn’s side.

“Martyn, come on,” Ren whispers, pleading, grabbing onto Martyn’s shirt. Somewhere behind him, someone laughs.

“I don’t think your buddy’s recovering from this one,” she says. There’s footsteps behind him, but he ignores them, pulling Martyn against his chest to support Martyn’s weight. The wound is so much clearer like this, though Ren doesn’t dare look—the nauseating mix of gold, red, and green are enough to make something thick and heavy catch in his throat, and he can’t tell if it’s the promise of tears or the return of his lunch.

Martyn isn’t… isn’t capable of dying. Martyn can’t die. He’s said as much a dozen times. Surely he’ll be fine, but maybe he just needs…

Ren looks up, but the day is so cloudy, there’s no sun. Is that why Martyn… got hurt like this? Not enough sunlight to stay powerful? He’s in the soil, but Ren’s eyes are starting to blur so much that he can’t even see if Martyn’s grown roots. Surely he’s put down roots by now. He’ll need them to… heal.

“Aw, I almost feel bad for him,” says someone. Ren doesn’t care who, his fingers tight in the soaked fabric of Martyn’s shirt. “Let’s see what plant boy died to keep from getting stolen, cuz it must be good.”

Ren shoves his face into Martyn’s shoulder. Blood soaks the skin around his eyes, but near instantly water clears it.

There’s a clattering of Ren’s bag being dumped open, but he can’t make himself care. The bag isn’t what Martyn died for and Ren knows it.

Ren wraps his arms around Martyn’s chest, soaking both of them in blood. He’d usually wrap his arms around Martyn’s neck, but…

God, they should have just handed over the stupid fucking bag.

“Aw, what? There’s nothing good in here! Who gets fucking beheaded for a watering can?”

Somewhere behind Ren is the clattering of metal on stone, and Ren’s blood would boil if his veins weren’t already shot through with ice. He wants them dead, but he can’t muster the rage for it.

“This isn’t funny,” Ren whispers into Martyn’s shoulder. His voice breaks on something wet, and he shoves his nose further into Martyn’s body to hide it, “Please, this isn’t funny.”

“It’s a li—“ starts a voice, but they cut themselves off. “What is that? What’s he doing?”

Ren doesn’t look. Before he can process the questions, he feels a hand on his back, familiar as Ren’s own. It snakes up the back of his neck, finding purchase in Ren’s hair and holding him in place.

Ren knows Martyn well enough to know don’t look. He screws his eyes shut, and somewhere behind him, someone gasps.

“What the fuck!?” “How did—?” “Drop the bag!” “Just run!”

Ren hears footsteps more than anything, but no screams of pain. Martyn’s scaring them off, he supposes—he wishes they’d die, but he’ll manage.

“You’d think,” coughs a voice, quiet and smug and achingly familiar in Ren’s ear, “if they’re going to comment on ‘so much blood,’ they’d at least look long enough to see it’s not normal.”

Ren pulls his head back, but Martyn holds it in place.

“Gimme a second. I’m not decent yet.” Martyn says, “You really don’t want to see me before I’ve put my face on, and growing something like that takes forever.”

“I don’t care,” Ren says, “I’m really mad at you.”

“What? I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes you did.” Ren’s hands cling hard to the fabric on the back of Martyn’s shirt. It’s damp, still. “Apologize.”

“No. What for?”

“I’ve never been so scared in my life,” Ren says, “You made me cry.”

“Thank you for that, by the way,” Martyn says, “Salt water isn’t ideal, but it can work in a pinch.”

For how callous he sounds, Martyn loosens his hand in Ren’s hair, petting his head. He threads his fingers through loose strands, carefully avoiding tugging on any tangles.

“Thanking me for crying is worse,” Ren says, and he almost wants to sigh—only Martyn could get him to stop grieving because he’s annoyed. “You owe me an apology.”

“Hmm,” Martyn says. He moves his hand to the back of Ren’s neck, scratching at the base. It feels nice, but Ren knows what he’s doing.

“You aren’t weaseling out of this,” Ren decides, and this time when he pulls away Martyn lets him.

“You’ve got blood on your face,” Martyn says, as if that’s noteworthy. Ren would hit him in the face if he weren’t so distracted by the fact Martyn had a face at all.

His face is entirely free of blood. There’s a clear line in his neck where he lost his head—everything below is drenched red-gold, and everything above it is as clean as if he’d just bathed. He’s smiling, but his eyes betray that he’s worried.

Ren wants to cry again. Just lost his head, and he’s looking at Ren like Ren is the one they need to worry about.

“And whose fault is that?” Ren says. Martyn hums, removing his hand from Ren’s hair to cup his face. He lets go just as fast, tugging on part of Ren’s cloak to start clearing the blood away.

Ren frowns.

“You’re going to use my cloak?” Ren asks.

“Mine’s too bloody, plus you’re already mad at me,” Martyn explains, shrugging.

Ren wants to smack him. Ren wants to grab him and shake him. Ren wants to take his face into his hands and never let him go. Ren wants…

“I’ve decided how you can apologize to me,” Ren says.

“I’ve done nothing to apologize for! It was those bandits!” Martyn says, arguing as Martyn commandeers his hands. “What do you want me to do?”

“Lean in,” Ren mutters, putting Martyn’s hands on his own face, “You’re too tall.”

“What?” Martyn asks, though Ren pushes closer to him. He tugs Martyn’s shirt, drawing him closer. When Martyn is only a breath away, Ren stops.

“You scared me. I thought I lost you and I was more terrified than I’ve ever been in my entire life. You made me sob, Martyn,” Ren says, “So apologize. Unless you’re still too stubborn.”

“I’m…” Martyn says, and he swallows, and he’s close enough that Ren can feel him breathe. That could almost be an apology in and of itself—Ren will certainly accept the relief in that feeling alone. “I can do that.”

#six sentence sunday #....loosely. this is many more than six #lamplight au #.........also loosely.#we've been calling this one leaflight. tho admittedly sunlight would probs be the name i would use if i published more of this #lew writes #'hey lew how is your work on lamplight going' well it sure is going places #leaflight au

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