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thefvrious · 9 months
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@emptycrypts sent -> lafayette wields  a [ knife ]  at  jameson
the party was boring and jamie was tired of the company, tired of his mother doting over him, gushing. her friends still pinched his cheeks, asked him when he was going to get a little girlfriend and settle down. the truth was that no one was good enough for charlene, and the pressure often cracked jameson. he was strange about certain things -- and most people weren't interested in a coddled mama's boy who had to make sure his back was straight, his smile on tight any time he walked out into public. never know who's watching.
he ventured out into the night for a quick smoke -- just a few hits off a thc vape so that he could ease his mind, steady his racing heart, not give a fuck what everyone said and thought. god, his life was boring. rich boys were supposed to have it all.
he certainly wasn't expecting to be accosted by a petite blonde with a knife.
"jesus! you don't hafta go an' do all that, sugar." he drawled, dropping the vape and taking a tentative half-step back, both hands up in supplication. "that's not a very lady-like way to behave at a summer party."
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gointothevvater · 11 months
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MTLOCWeek2023
Day one: OC x OC
I simply couldn’t resist doing a quick piece with Ceelie and @dolly-macabre 🖤
"So if I took you out to buy lingerie, would you accept?" St. Cecilia leaned against the back of the sofa as she spoke, her lips dangerously close to Dolly's ear. There was no need to whisper with the boys off on tour, but she could never resist the urge to tease. Dolly liked that about her. "Or would you rather  just go by yourself?"
With a smile and a roll of her eyes, Dolly set the magazine she had been reading aside. St. Cecilia graced the cover. "Where the fun in going alone?" she asked, giving a teasing smile of her own.
"True." St. Cecilia leaned in to brush her lips against the soft skin just behind Dolly's ear, and Dolly shivered. "You wanna help me pick out something for myself? Wanna make me hot?"
"You're always hot," Dolly replied. Flattery, she had learned, would get you everywhere with a woman like St. Cecilia Jameson.
"Also true," St. Cecilia said. She pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Dolly's eye before she crossed around to stand in front of the couch, offering the other woman a hand up. Dolly accepted, and St. Cecilia pulled her close, winding her arms around Dolly's shoulders, tangling her fingers into raven-black hair. St. Cecilia always seemed to be the one in control. It was hotter than it should have been. She said, "I wanna take you to Paris. Get the VIP treatment at Galeries Lafayette Haussmann."
The French spoken with St. Cecilia's posh accent had Dolly shivering, and she purred, "Oh, yeah?"
"I went with Pickles once," St. Cecilia was saying, winding a lock of dark hair around her index finger, "but you know how men are. He didn't really appreciate it, you know? We just ended up fucking in the dressing room."
The idea of the two of them together lit a fire low in Dolly’s belly, and she met St. Cecilia’s eyes with her own, saying, low and soft, like a promise, "We could do that, too."
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clansayeed · 4 years
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Bound by Destiny ― Chapter 23: The Spoils (Epilogue)
PAIRING: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Nadya Al Jamil) RATING: Mature
⥼ MASTERLIST ⥽
⥼ Bound by Destiny ⥽
Nadya Al Jamil (MC) has been struggling from the day she moved to Manhattan, but her new job as assistant to the mysterious CEO of Raines Corp was supposed to turn her luck around. Until she finds herself caught in the middle of a war involving the Council of Vampires who secretly run the city. An evil from the birth of Vampire-kind stirs beneath, feeding on the conflict, and finds Nadya bound to a destiny she never asked for.
Bound by Destiny and the rest of the Oblivion Bound series is an ongoing dramatic retelling project of the Bloodbound series and spin-off, Nightbound. Find out more [HERE].
*Let me know if you would like to be added to the Destiny tag list!
⥼ Chapter Summary ⥽
Everything comes together.
note: And with that Bound by Destiny is ended! I’ll start posting book 2, Bound by Circumstance, in a day or so! Book 2 follows the events of Nightbound with some heavy changes to the main plot, but I’ll explain more about that on the post itself. Nadya and the Bloodbound series will return in book 4!
[READ IT ON AO3]
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Across the city…
He comes up behind, hands on her hips, and graces her tanned throat with familiar kisses. An action not of affection or love but as habitual as hunger and speech.
“Do you really think he’s out there somewhere?”
Valdas tilts his eyes up. Let’s them rest on the portrait.
There’s a reason every statue in every museum around the world is a ghost in marble. The Romans were masters of many things but the key to paint that would last centuries just hadn’t been in their grasp.
And for that same reason Valdas had personally seen to ensuring the canvas would be restored as time wore on. Bolder, thicker strokes on cheeks. A newly discovered blue on her dress. Real gold painted into their wealth.
He rests his cheek on her shoulder. Lets his beard tickle the bare skin there.
“I intend to find an answer; whatever it may be.”
Isseya turns in her lover’s arms and rests their foreheads together. She feels so vibrantly — one of the things he’s always been enraptured by when it comes to her. A single soul in which the pain of the unknown is as harsh as the hope it brings.
“Come,” Valdas coaxes her with an offered hand, “he’s nearly finished and will be ready for us soon.”
“Best not keep the chained beast waiting?”
He stops and gives her an admonishing look. Isseya shrugs; familiar with every emotion except remorse even at this age.
“Best not let him hear that kind of talk, I think.”
“As if the Godmaker has ever cared about the whims of your disciples.”
“He may, now.”
“Because he needs us, Valdas. He needs us. Don’t let old loyalties cloud that from your sight.”
He sighs; doesn’t answer. They leave the portrait hall and venture deeper into the Musea Sanguis.
Hand-in-hand the Trinity walks. What hangs thickly in the air around them is not fear but trepidation.
In the distance a solemn figure reverently returns a forgotten sword onto its claw-like perch. He frowns and adjusts his spectacles — tries to see if the imperfection is a trick of the dim lighting or really exists. Wipes a pocket square over one of the jewels embedded in the hilt just in case.
The couple approaches together with equal looks of bemusement at the man’s compulsions.
“Your trinkets can wait Jingyi,” chides Isseya — like a parent scolding their child, “the Godmaker would be remiss to find he was kept waiting because there wasn’t enough shine in an emerald.”
Though his back is turned the name has an affect on Scholar Jameson — makes him pause and fix himself as if to brush it off like dust on his lapel.
“That is no longer my name, Mistress Isseya.”
When Jameson turns his spectacles are plucked from his nose by her delicate hand. She looks them over with obvious distaste. “It was the name you bore when I Turned you,” she replaces them slightly off-center with amusement, “and I’ll use it as I like.”
Before Jameson can argue, Valdas jerks his head towards the deeper archives.
“Come.”
The vampires walk in stoic silence. With their age and skill it could be as easy as a step in the right direction at the right speed — but there’s an unspoken understanding among them that keeps the pace slow; solemn.
“Have you gathered all that was separated by the Council?” asks Jameson.
Valdas nods. “All but one.”
“But —”
“I’ve seen the lock myself, Scholar. We have five and five is all we need.”
“Do they suspect?”
“If they did we would not be so leisurely, I should think.”
“And the girl?”
He doesn’t hide his reluctance. The falter in his pace is enough — they stop just short of the turn. With gritted teeth Valdas gives a curt nod.
“My Maker and I have discussed her at length. She’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.”
It’s the change of plans that’s thrown the curator of the Musea off his usual balance. For years — and without the Trinity’s help or involvement — the same plan has been underway. First slow and small only to build with time before things would inevitably (and when the time was right, not before) come crashing down.
Jameson doesn’t do well with change. Never has.
They round into the alcove and Valdas wastes no time approaching the Onyx Sarcophagus. Places his palm flat on the heart of the thing and brushes away from of Vega’s leftover ashes with his thumb.
“My love — the keys.”
Jameson watches with an intellectual interest as his Maker procures a small leather pouch from her jacket.
“The Master and I are grateful for your help this last fortnight. We are truly lucky you accepted the young Lord Lafayette’s invitation.”
While Isseya busies herself with the pouch Valdas turns; gives Jameson a mocking smirk with pity in his eyes.
“There are many forces beyond even us that govern this world, Jingyi, but luck is a nonexistent façade.”
Isseya upends the contents of the pouch into his waiting palm.
Jameson frowns; confused. “You mean to say…”
“The Godmaker’s reach is vast,” says Isseya instead, “vast enough to cross even oceans.”
They watch in silence as Valdas plucks each key from his hand and slides it into the tomb’s bespelled lock.
Five keys of black iron — rusting with time and disuse. Each identical to its siblings on the surface but buried with a different curse within. Five keys of six Council heads.
Obtaining them was the tricky part — impossible for a lone pursuer but the Trinity is never alone. Even apart… never alone.
The first taken by chance; welcoming a weary soldier to the decadence of a soirée.
The second slipped from beneath the breast of a careful and ancient nomarch during a chaotic ballroom.
The third key stolen from the bedside of a hedonist in the throes of passion the night before a trial.
The fourth taken moments before the knife severed head from neck in this very room.
And the final, the fifth, taken with great risk and golden opportunity when all were gathered to herald change.
Could they have simply taken the keys from their owners in violence and bloodshed; yes. Even Sayeed couldn’t have stopped them were they bound by the determination of their unwavering loyalty. But there’s a game to be made in conspiring in secret.
And it’s been so long since they’d played.
Valdas slides in the final key and steps back. Watches with his lover beside as the metal begins to glow with witchfire — strong enough to kill if the set isn’t made whole.
Strong enough to hold back even the most powerful of them all.
Then a spark. A flickering light and the heavy lock bursts into flames that burn like the warmth of the sun against their faces. Valdas turns away with covered eyes. Isseya watches; entranced.
But the flames aren’t satisfied with just the lock; begins to spread outward to the chains link by link. Catching one after the other until the coffin is wrapped in tendrils of flame licking against the polished black surface but unable to burrow inside.
When there’s nothing left to consume; when all the links are shriveled into ash, the witchfire vanishes without a trace.
The hollow silence of the Musea is choking — stealing away the breath from their undead lungs. And then…
c r e a k—
As the coffin opens the Trinity drops to one knee — Jameson behind them catching his glasses before they fall to the carpet in his haste to bow in supplication.
The thud of the lid echoes deep in the marrow of their bones.
Valdas, the eldest of them all, is the first to look up. Takes in the appearance of his Maker with a smile of familiarity.
“Good to see you again, Augustine.”
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ctxrover · 6 years
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A Marvel Character Sorting
I know, I know. These are done to death. But most just sort the main Avengers or the Cinematic Universe characters. I hope not to do that.
Right. Let’s start with the Avengers:
Gryffindor; Clint Barton, Janet Van Dyne, Carol Danvers, Brian Braddock, Cassie Lang, Danny Rand, Vision, Mar-Vell, James Rhodes, America Chavez, Jocasta.
Hufflepuff; James Barnes, Steve Rogers, Luke Cage, Patsy Walker, Scott Lang, Teddy Altman, Monica Rambeau, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson.
Ravenclaw; T’Challa, Bruce Banner, Stephen Strange, Peter Parker, Hank Pym, Tony Stark, Jen Walters, Amadeus Cho, Billy Kaplan, Jericho Drumm, Kamala Khan.
Slytherin; Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanoff, Dane Whitman, Jess Drew, Daisy Johnson, Jessica Jones, Tommy Shepherd, Simon Williams, Eli Bradley, Kate Bishop.
Right. Now onto the X-Men:
Gryffindor; Sean Cassidy, Scott Summers, James ‘Logan’ Howlett, Piotr Rasputin, Alex Summers, Caliban, Sam Guthrie, Barnell Bohusk, Hisako Ichiki, Laura Kinney, Idie Okonkwo, Sooraya Qadir, Dani Moonstar, Longshot.
Hufflepuff; Bobby Drake, Jean Grey, Jean-Paul Beaubier, Jamie Madrox, Alison Blaire, Anna Marie Darkholme (as alternate realities give her), Kurt Wagner, Julio Richter, Rahne Sinclaire, Clarice Ferguson, Nate Grey, Nathan Summers, Megan Gwynn.
Ravenclaw; Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Ororo Munroe, Kitty Pryde, Doug Ramsay, Terry Cassidy, Shatterstar, Rachel Summers, Lucas Bishop, Emma Frost, Remy Le Beau, David Alleyne, Neena Thurman, M.
Slytherin; Lorna Dane, Warren Worthington III, Jeanne-Marie Beaubier, Betsy Braddock, Jubilee, Xian Coy Manh, Ilyana Rasputina, Tabitha Smith, Shiro Yoshida, Quentin Quire, Hope Summers.
Guardians of the Galaxy:
Gryffindor; Peter Quill, Richard Rider, Arthur Douglas.
Hufflepuff; Sam Alexander, Groot
Ravenclaw; Rocket Raccoon, Heather Douglas, Gamora, Yondu Udonta
Slytherin; Nebula, Garthan Saal, Phyla Vell
Inhumans:
Gryffindor; Gorgon, Triton
Hufflepuff; Crystal, Lockjaw, Ronan the Accusor
Ravenclaw; Medusa, Karnak
Slytherin; Black Bolt, Maximus
Villains:
Gryffindor; Victor Creed, Tom Cassidy, Yuriko Oyama.
Hufflepuff; Max Eisenhardt, Jamie Braddock, Harry Osborne.
Ravenclaw; Nathaniel Essex, MODOK, En Sabah Nur, Sebastian Shaw, Jason Wyngarde, Hunter, Maxwell Dillon, Zebediah Killgrave, Helmut Zemo.
Slytherin; Loki Laufeyson/dottir, Raven Darkholme, Ulysses Klaw, Adrienne Frost, Gabriel Summers, Thunderbolt Ross, Victor Von Doom, Sergei Kravinoff, Karl Mordo, Brock Rumlow, Dormammu, Umar, Stryfe.
Others:
Gryffindor; Peggy Carter, Robert Frank, Heimdall, Toro, Ben Grimm, James Hudson, Eugene Judd, Meggan Puceanu, Doreen Green, Nadia Van Dyne, Miles Morales, Pepper Potts, Faiza Hussein, Misty Knight, Colleen Wing, Melinda May, Volstagg the Valiant, Dum Dum Dugan, Johnny Blaze, Flash Thompson, Jack Power, Rikki Barnes, Sharon Carter, Tyrone Johnson, Tandy Bowen, Valkyrie, Daimon Hellstrom, Sif
Hufflepuff; Chris Summers, May Parker, Frank Castle, (Spider) Gwen Stacy, Narya, Sue Storm, Beta Ray Bill, Marrina Smallwood, Montgomery Falsworth, Ellie Phimister, Ellie Camacho, Everett Ross, Robbie Reyes, Happy Hogan, Foggy Nelson, Jemma Simmons, Jasper Sitwell, Fandral the Dashing, Gert Yorkes, Wong, Katie Power, Robbie Baldwin, Leiyu Yoshida, Singularity, Man Thing, Topaz, Hydra Bob.
Ravenclaw; Odin Borson, Erik Selvig, Moira MacTaggert, Rick Jones, Reed Richards, Michael Langkowski, Phil Coulson, Lunella Lafayette, Michael Twoyoungmen, Jane Foster, Leo Fitz, Hogun the Grim, Bobbi Morse, Mary Jane Watson, Betty Ross, Julie Power, Darcy Lewis, Lilandra, Norrin Radd, Jimmy Woo, The Ancient One, Clea.
Slytherin; Nick Fury Sr and Nick Fury Jr, Blind Al, Johnny Storm, Jennifer Kale, Elektra Natchios, Daken, Maria Hill, Eric O’Grady, Eric Brooks, Jacqueline Falsworth, Maya Lopez, Michael Collins, Lance Hunter, Barney Barton, Nico Minoru, Chase Stein, Alex Power, Pete Wisdom, Abigail Brand, Rachel Leighton, J Jonah Jameson, Howard the Duck, Namor, Angela, Shuri.
I know I’m missing people. I just have to think of my sanity.
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