#prompt flood

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 47

Hear me out. Amity Park gets shifted in universes slightly- maybe it’s from Pariah, maybe it was a wish, maybe they did so on purpose to escape something- and they end up in the DC-verse. The thing is, thanks to the media blackout and the shields, no one in the new universe notices. The Amityville Paekers know about outside, can go on the internet and leave whenever they want, but they’ve all become more than a little liminal. More than a little off. Movements too graceful, eyes too sharp, ears too pointed and teeth more akin to predatory fangs. Skin with a soft glow, hair moving as though underwater or being tussled by the wind- bodies seemingly unaging after a certain point. They’re so ecto-contaminated that they’re unsure they can even be counted as human anymore, and it wasn’t like the city wasn’t already practically self sufficient. Add in a portal or two through the Infinite Realms to get supplies to start a few fields or some fish farms and well, they’re pretty good. Sure it’s resulted in them using a mixture of modern and older money and having several extinct plants and animals running around but that’s fine. There’s magic in this world! Actual magic, that they can learn! And use? Oh this makes rebuilding after a sparring incident go so much faster! 

This results in the hero who stumbles across this place to believe they’ve stumbled across some sort of city of fae or elves. 

#Vlad gets a redemption arc through being properly socialized #dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #fae amity au #honestly might have been the outlaws or some speedsters who stumbled across the city #Let's be real Ellie goes out and ends up stealing away clones sometimes too #You can tell who is more liminal by how animated their hair is or if it has white in it #No longer is white hair a sign of age but now ecto-contamination #Usually activated upon death but most end up like revived instantly #the shields made it where the ecto from the portal couldn't leave so it flooded the inside #resulting in everyone getting blasted by ecto 24/7 for several years until they adapted & started producing it on their own

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #139

Maddie and Bruce were cousins and Bruce told her when she was young that if she were ever in trouble that there was a spot at Wayne Manor for her. No one expected it to happen but it did, thankfully the portal was closed. Their basement flooded and they had no place to go as most of the town turned their backs on the Fentons quite a while ago. They all pack up and temporarily moved into Wayne Manor.

Danny gets enrolled in Gotham Academy and goes along to school with Damian who seemed really annoyed with him and his family. This doesn’t last long however as Damian slowly warms up to him. After a few weeks a rouge attacks the school and the two accidentally discovers each other’s identities. Damian figures Danny would eventually figure the rest of the batfam identities so he kidnaps him and takes him to the batcave. Here you can do anything really, maybe he interrogated him or maybe he gives him some training.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #Maddie and Bruce are cousins #Fenton Works floods and they move into Wayne Manor #writing prompt #Damian and Danny eventually become friends #Rouge attacks school #Jazz found out first though #she was helping Alfred clean and found the secret entrance to the cave #my asks are open #all my prompts are free to use

[unforgivenn]

I just absolutely *love* cheerful whumpers. Like come on, those "dark and mysterious" whumpers are good, But there's already a lot of them! What we need now are whumpers who smile and giggle while cutting whumpee's skin. Whumpers who draw cute shapes into whumpee's skin while watching whumpee squirm and cry out in pain. Whumpers who speak threats as if they were chatting about their afternoon tea. There's just something about these whumpers that send a chill down the spine.

"Oopsie Daisy! Did I nick you there? My bad! But don't worry I'll make it up with something even more fun!"

"Absolutely perfect! Let's see if you can hit those high notes again hm?"

"Now, Now no need to be afraid! I promise this won't hurt.. much. But oh! The expressions you make are priceless! You're quite the artist with your pain, my dear"

And whumpee's just sitting there bound, looking at horror with how someone could be this insanely sadistic. And even if they did get out, noone would believe them. Because how could such a sunshine do such horrendous things!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------Please skip the below part if you want to because its just me rambling about the flood that just happened in my area

There was a huge flood in Dubai, Oman, and Saudi. One of my friend's car broke down in the rain. The metros shut down and the water was leaking through people's windows including mine even though I live on the 31st floor!! Water flooded into people's houses and cars were completely submerged. A bus flipped over in the water, and CHILDREN DIED THERE! Bismillah and the fact some of the people keep insulting the children themself is just disgusting. School's were off for about the last 3-4 days. We got a message from the Authority that Cloud Seeding would be done. Who knew it would get so out of hand that a fucking flood happened in a damn desert!

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whump scenario #my writing #whumblr #whumper #whump prompt #my whump prompts #whump idea #whumplove #sadistic whumper #cheerful whumper #creepy whumper #People should do this more #dubai flood #dubai #oman #oman accident #bus accident

[honey-on-your-tongue]

I WANT JAKE SULLY MEOWWWWW

okay uhh just thoughts how vocal he would be like when various positions 😩😫

NO BECAUSE THIS IS JUST CANON OMLLLL

😩😩😩

Jake is a sucker for you. He cannot hold himself back whenever he's inside you. You mere scent has him drooling, and don't even get him started on the feeling of your pussy around his cock.

When you're on all fours, Jake can feel your gummy walls sucking him in. He'll groan and pant, moans leaving his lips with each thrust. He's almost as loud as you, at this point. It just feels so good.

When you're on your back and he's caging your body under his, he'll press down on your womb, making you tighten around him, and this will lead him to whine, soft little sounds that slip from his lips and right into your ear as he kisses the side of your neck.

When you ride him—fuck, when your ride him, Jake is at his most vulnerable, most breedable, loudest point. He'll cry out audibly, the words, “Please,” and “Baby,” leaving his mouth in thick whimpers. He'll throw his head back as he begs you to fuck him, his body will shake under yours, harsh breaths will leave his mouth and desperate little moans will follow the tighter you grow around him.

When you give him head, Jake just about loses his mind. He'll blubber out anything he can, mewling at you, holding onto your hair as you take his thick cock down your throat. He'll moan lowly, bite his lower lip in an attempt to shut up, but he always fails, ending with you hearing more of those wonderful, guttural moans.

When he fucks you bent over something, he'll purr at the sight of your pussy all spread out for him. He didn't know Na'vi purred, but he found out soon enough, and the sound will rumble out of him as he fucks you. Then, the little reverberation will be drowned out by his gasps and whines, and you'll only hear it again when you lay your head on his chest after you two are fucked out.

When he hoists you up and fucks you with your back against a tree, he'll cry out, groaning and grunting, whimpering softly as your pussy drips down his cock and covers his balls in your slick. He'll gasp, mewling, “Fuck, baby!” as he ruts into you.

Jake is always at his loudest when he comes. When his hot load spills into your cunt, or your mouth, or onto your breasts or face, he'll shudder, gasping, moaning, “Goddamn. Goddamn. Goddamn,” over and over. He'll whine out your name, and he's accidentally called you ma'am once or twice when you were on top. And hearing himself say that makes him immediately blush, his ears folding back even as he keeps coming, even as he continues to moan for you.

Jake Sully is one loud sucker. And every time he gasps and whimpers and moans into your ear, it's a reassurance that only you can get him to show that honest, vulnerable side of his.

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise

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Blog masterlist

#avatar jake sully #jake sully x reader #avatar smut #jake sully smut #jake sully #reader insert #flood my inbox #inbox is always open #inbox <3 #spam my inbox #inbox prompts

[jolee]

Oh fuck I didn't realize it was femslash February. Send lesbian art requests and I'll try to do as many as I can this month

#preferably fandoms i know or my ocs #but not required you can ask for anything as long as jts lesbian #if i get flooded with em no guarantee ill be able to do everyones but ill try #prompts/scenarios appreciated a lot too

[httpiko]

idk I just started drawing and I ended up w this. Also the Irisu Syndrome OST fucks. It is great to listen to when you need to be all melancholic n stuff.

#utatane piko #piko utatane #vocaloid piko #piko vocaloid #piko art #ros' art #I was following a prompt I swear #but then my brain went off in a wintery direction #or smth... #anyways it has been raining so much some areas are flooded #(not where I live thankfully. but it does rain inside my house a little bit) #and the other day the power was cut for 4 hours lmao #and it's going to keep raining. everything is so humid orz

[lindalofbroome]

...he slid the bell tree stick from his belt and raised it high. He lifted his other hand too, fingers spread, making himself as large as he could. The silver beast recoiled, very slightly. Yes, Rye thought with grim satisfaction. This is not how prey behaves, is it, serpent? THE THREE DOORS The Golden Door Ch 25 Now or Never

probably the most confused serpent in the world

#roddacember 2023 #roddacember #lyn's roddacember prompts #postlyn #postlyn art #emily rodda #roddaverse #the three doors #rye of weld #sonia of weld #dirk and faene are also there if you squint lol #sea serpent #kobb #bell tree #// #i was actually planning to do the harbour flooding but then it was like. how am i gonna do that interestingly and quick #in a way that is not the same to the sholto comic i did #and then i thought of this scene 👀 so i changed #also tumblr user rye of weld i summon you it's your boy he's here

[kittlesandbugs]

Title: Breathe dammit Pairing: Chargestep Warnings: RETRIBUTION SPOILERS.  Big fat ones for the end of the book.  Also near-death experience, but not for the POV character (Ortega).  Chucking the whole thing under a cut to be polite for people who haven’t gotten there yet lol. Word Count: 647

Prompt:  @sidestepping prompted: write the car crash or the hospital waiting from the point of view of Ortega, or, alternatively, any of the main cast dealing with your Sidestep being injured.

"She's not breathing!"

The paramedic's words freeze your blood in its veins, sick dread heavy like lead in your gut. 

no

no no no not again, not ever again, you just got her back, you can't—

Feet moving before you realize, shove the medic out of the way, only halfway done cutting through her layers. You fall to your knees beside her, finish the job. 

What is that orange…? Spiraling out of central stripes in a pattern you can't recognize. 

Not important now. 

Hand over her heart, flesh still warm but no movement, no flutter that you've wanted to feel since she came back into your life. 

no 

no 

nononono

"Sir you have to—" 

"I'm not losing her again!" You shrug the hands away, normal strength of a person no match for your modded muscles. 

Remember the training, elbows locked, thirty compressions. Eyes locked on her too-slack face for any sign of life. Tilt the chin, mouth to mouth, breathe the life back into her. 

Once. 

Twice. 

nothing

"C'mon, Ry…" 

Compressions again, harder this time. Like you can force your life into her. Should have been yours taken so many times, this is why, this is why, to bring her back again, rip her out of death's grasp again. 

"Breathe, dammit…" 

One breath. 

Two. 

She gasps, sucks air like a fish, and relief makes it easy for the paramedics to shove in again. They strap her to the gurney, mask to her face, compression bag assisting her breathing, lift her up, wheel her to the ambulance. 

You stumble to your feet, follow after them, push your way in after them before they can shut you out and leave. 

"Sir, you can't—" 

"I'm a Ranger. Charge."

Flash the badge from your pocket. Been a long time since you've had to pull that card but it shuts them up and you settle in beside her. 

You wipe sweat slick hands on your ruined sweats and gesture to the mask bag. 

"I'm sorry." You're not, but it eases the glares. "She's my…" Can't say girlfriend, she'd yell at you, and it'd be so welcome you almost do. "May I…?" 

He hands the bag over after a brief glance to the other. You follow their instructions carefully, so carefully, eyes glued to every rise and fall of her chest. 

She'll pull through right? 

She's so stubborn. 

Too stubborn to die, right? Always too stubborn. Just needed a little help to get her feet back under her. 

The ride is over too quickly and not fast enough and they take it back from you before you can move, wheel her out, you barely catch the words "respiratory failure" and "multiple complex fractures". You limp after them, your own injuries starting to catch up with you, but it doesn't matter.

All that matters is she pulls through and you have to be sure. 

You're arguing with a nurse in the hall outside the operating theater when a heavy hand falls on your shoulder. 

"Ricardo. You need to stop."

Wei. You almost wilt as you turn.

"But she almost— I can't—" 

"She's in the best hands this city has to offer. I'll stand watch now."  Hard eyes soften as he pushes you a few steps from the door, towards another nurse waiting to take you for examination. "I won't let anyone— won't let anything happen to her. I promise."

Anyone?  Hollow Ground? But he doesn't believe in… What is he… ? 

The nurse almost manhandles you into the wheelchair, interrupting your thoughts, and you spin to call back, "You'll let me know when she's out of surgery, right?" 

"Yes. Now get yourself taken care of." 

"You'll let me know if anything… if she gets…" The words die in your throat, you can't even bear to think about that now. 

"I will. You need to rest."

"I… okay."

The nurse wheels you away and you suddenly remember.

What were those orange markings? 

#kitbug writes things #fhr #retribution spoilers #chargestep #ricardo ortega #sidestep #riley owens #fhr flash prompt #GUESS WHAT NERDS #this starts the flood #i have been sitting on this since... december 2021 LOL #we have some catching up to do now that retri's out #anyway plz enjoy

[miamierre]

ANDDD piarles + 45 for the soulmatism 😘

45: Vampire and Hunter

Charles can smell him across the room. Or—he can smell what’s on him, anyway. There’s a scar from where his crucifix had burned him the last time that aches a little at the smell of the gold-plated iron: a perfect mark between his shoulderblades, deep enough that it’d actually left an indent in Charles’ skin he’d only noticed after, crawling into his coffin for the night. The scent of it had burned his nostrils the whole day through, but he’d paid it no mind.

No one fucks him like Pierre does, hunter or otherwise.

“Charles,” his voice calls, sounding strained from where he must be perched. “Are you here?”

“Yes,” Charles answers back immediately, and regrets it for a moment when he realizes just how desperate he sounds. His brothers keep telling him he has to cut Pierre off if he’s not going to feed on him, for a multitude of reasons Charles chooses to ignore, but it’s little moments of self-awareness like this that make him recall the warnings. It is unhealthy to be so attached to a human, Arthur had offered. Also, he is a hunter!

Two good points. Charles should not be so fond of a human, let alone a hunter of all things—he is a vampire, and has been a vampire for hundreds of years. There have been many beautiful human beings that have crossed his path, his bed.

None of them are like Pierre, though. Pierre, whose footsteps come stumbling forward unevenly, weight off-balance. The moonlight pouring through the window of the abandoned barn they always meet in is almost like a spotlight, the way it illuminates his forbidden lover from almost total darkness. For a fleeting second, Charles wishes he could see him in the sun.

“Charles,” Pierre says again. His voice has gotten softer with proximity, but is just as strained. A few more steps and Charles can tell that he’s drunk. Hence the stumbling. “Charles, my Charlo, my love—” he lurches forward and grabs hold of Charles, burrowing his face in the cold crook of his neck as he takes a shuddering breath.

“Pierrot,” Charles murmurs in reply, closing his arms around Pierre’s now-trembling body in an embrace he hopes can at least seem warm. “What has gotten into you? Are you okay?”

With a low groan, Pierre extracts himself from the embrace and instead presses his warm, alive hand to Charles’ cold, bloodless cheek. “My love,” he repeats, voice impossibly softer, “they know.”

“Who knows? What do they know?” But even asking the question feels ridiculous, because from the despair in Pierre’s voice, there’s only one answer. He hopes to whatever higher power that created his species that that isn’t true.

Pierre chokes on a broken little sound. “My brothers,” he whispers. “I don’t know how, Charles, but they—they know.” He takes another big, shaky breath. “About you and me.”

Charles has been running from vampire hunters for centuries. There is nothing he has not done to survive. He’s loved and he’s lost, he’s torn humans limb-from-limb, he’s sucked the life out of all things great and small. But here, in Pierre’s devastated arms, fear strikes him in his beatless heart for the very first time, like he’s being staked here and now. It’s not just any hunters that know of his existence. They are Pierre’s brothers. His brothers. Charles has brothers, and he’s been harboring a fantasy for too long that he’ll get to introduce them to Pierre someday: that maybe they’ll welcome him into the fold, that they’ll understand why Charles is in love with him and keeps him by his side, why he’s never once drank from him no matter how sweet he smells.

But that can never happen. It can never happen because his brothers are too old-fashioned to accept a human into their lives. It can never happen because Pierre is a hunter, and even though Charles knows he’d never kill a member of his family, the rest of his coven do not.

And now, it can never happen because Pierre Gasly’s family of vampire hunters now are aware of his existence, and for as boundlessly as he loves the man standing before him, he cannot extend that love to people who pose an unspeakable threat to his own family’s safety.

“Oh, Pierrot.” It’s all Charles can say. His brain will kick in, eventually: there will be a plan to turn him, even with his hunter blood, and there will be a plan to run away with him, and there may even be a plan to leave him behind the way he’s left so many other lovers through his life. But as Pierre collapses back into his arms, crushing his warm, blood-hot face against his ice-cold cheek, Charles can’t think of a thing right now but this: the thrum of Pierre’s pulse in his ears, the surprising strength of his human body, the memory of where they’d been only a few nights ago.

(Here. They’d been here, in this barn, buried in the old, dry hay as Pierre made the sweetest love to him that he’d felt in over two hundred years.)

“I am so sorry, mon ange,” he whispers defeatedly, hot tears spilling down his cheeks.

Charles swallows thickly. “I am too, my love. I am too.”

#katie you BETTER be asleep!!!!! #anyway here. have my romeo and juliet-vampire-iarles #(me inventing new words and phrases like a maniac) #not tagging piarles directly anymore btw i have flooded that tag so badly LMFAO sorry to piarles enjoyers who are not HPCU fans #10 x 16 #fic #romance prompt meme #ask reply #singsweetmelodies #AU tag

[underclerysclock]

Newsreader tag game: which news story in the show do you personally find the most interesting? For me it's the Challenger disaster.

#flood warning #the newsreader #watch this flop because the fandom is tiny #yes that last reblog prompted this post

[starcrossedsoulmates84]

My first (but probably not last 😉) submission for this week's @galladrabbles prompt: Flood from @celestialmickey

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As awkward as he felt walking down the aisle, Mickey couldn’t help but be flooded with all the memories he and Ian had shared over the years. Some were good, some were bad, some were fucking awful, but if they had led him here, maybe even the awful ones had been worth it. 

He felt a thrill of anticipation as he looked in the eyes of the only man he had ever (or would ever) loved, and when he saw that reflected in Ian’s eyes, he could only smile. 

“I, Ian, take you, Mickey…”

It was everything he’d ever wanted.  

#galladrabbles #gallavich fanfic #ian x mickey #wedding fic #weekly prompt: Flood

[puppetmaster13u]

Random 1am idea, but y'know what could be a fun crossover?

Lethal Company and Subnautica.

And it can fit so many extra crossovers within it too.

#lethal company #subnautica #prompts #subnautica crossover #lethal company crossover #get scrap and supplies from bases both above water and below #hope no storms start or a leviathan wanders near #flooded bases to explore for supplies #meet ur quota & find architect things for bonus cash #etc etc

[fishofthewoods]

Angeltober days 3-5

These are my drawings for days 3-5 of @ultrainfinitepit's Angeltober!

Day 3: Honey

This one went through the most changes from sketch to finished product; I ended up going with a medieval-beekeeper inspired thing with a huge eye instead of the basket face. I didn't have much time for this one, so it's quite rough even in its final form, but part of my goal for this challenge is to get more comfortable posting "unfinished" or "bad" art. Even if the drawing isn't great I'm gonna post one for every day (though maybe several days late...)

Day 4: Sacred Heart

I had a lot of fun with this one! I knew pretty much from the beginning what I wanted to draw--this is my OC Mariana, who I could write a whole essay on and probably will someday. The original sketch was in fountain pen, which was fun to work with since I couldn't erase anything; I'll probably use it for rough sketches again since the messiness is a good way to get ideas down.

Day 5: Horn

This is another one that didn't change much from the first concept, though it took me a while to get there--at first i had NO idea what to do, until I thought to work with some other interpretations of "horn". I'd have liked to spend more time on the final product for this one; maybe I'll revisit it someday!

#lich says shit #angeltober #my art #art style consistency?? never heard of her #I'm definitely not Super proud of all of these but I want to get better at just drawing Something every day and also get more comfortable #with posting bad art or art that i'm not happy with #Because i don't usually have time to do a whole full drawing but I really love sketching #I'll probably try to keep doing daily drawings after october--maybe I'll just recycle other inktober prompts idk #But i might be making a sideblog for that so I don't flood everyone's dash with messy sketches #oh who am i kidding. look at my posts boy

[weirdstrangeandawful]

TW: floods

It's nearing flood season back home so brace yourselves for some flood whump!

Swept away in a flash flood

Slowly rising waters. Everyone just waiting for the water level to surpass the retaining wall or recede.

The manual labour of sandbagging (filling the bags, loading the bags into the bed of a pickup/carrier/cart, human chain to unload the bags and place them, depending on how serious sometimes beating the bags to pack them in)

The emotional whump of losing one's home or just waiting, not knowing whether or not you'll lose your home

Evacuation whump

A lot of people don't realise it but floodwaters near cities and other populated regions are almost always toxic. For example, they get into someone's garage where there's paint cans and maybe herbicides? That stuff's now in the water.

Electrical fires. There is a very specific pain of watching a house burn when it's quite literally surrounded by and maybe submerged in water.

#whump #whump prompt #environmental whump #floods

[marchtooctober]

"The storm will traverse Berlint and nearby cities. Heavy rain with sudden gusts is expected to last until tomorrow dawn. Everyone is advised to stay at home and refrain..."

The morning weather news is on television as Anya watched with a satisfied grin.

"I don't have school today. I don't have to do re-see-tayshun! Bond! Our today's mis-shun is to play all day!" She said gleefully, pumping her fists.

"Borf!"

"Anya, you have school off today because there's a storm outside. That only means you have more time to study and memorize." Loid said as he put on his coat.

Anya turned to him with a shocked face then protested.

"But today is no school day! A one-time chance!"

"No. You can play when you're done studying for your recitation."

"I will study later. I'm still watching cartoons." Anya muttered and scooted closer to the tv.

"Really, you-!" Loid said in exasperation.

He put a hand over his eyes then grabbed for his umbrella.

"Do you really you have to go today? It's raining hard outside!" Yor said in a worried tone.

From the corner of their rooms, Yor appears with a raincoat in hand.

"Well... It's an emergency patient so I have to go." Loid replied.

In truth, he's supposed to have his day off too but a few days ago, he was assigned with a side mission to intercept a courier with contraband goods. It wasn't a very pressing mission but today might be the only chance to stop them.

And it also just happened that there's a storm today. While Yor and Anya were granted the day off, he was deprived of their luxury and can only sigh in self-pity.

"I'll try to come back soon. Thanks for the coat." He said and took the raincoat from Yor.

"Are you taking the subway or tram? You're not planning to drive, are you?" Yor asked, still worried.

"No, I'll take the subway. By the way, Yor. Can I ask you to help Anya study for her recitation?"

"H-Huh? Are you sure?"

"It's just anatomy memorization."

Then Loid turned to Anya.

"Anya! Study with your mother after watching cartoons. I'll be checking on you when I get back."

"Okey dokey." She said absentmindedly, her eyes still on screen.

She was too invested on watching the tv and her father's words barely registered. Loid couldn't help but twitch his brows in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'll help her study. Be careful out there." Yor said.

"Okay, I'm going now."

Yor watched the door close with a thud before walking over to Anya.

"Anya, let's study once you're done watching, okay? I'm going to clean up and wash the dishes first."

Upon hearing her mother's voice, Anya whipped her head and raised a hand with a salute.

"Okey dokey!"

Yor headed to the sink and started washing the dishes. From time to time, she would be distracted by the low grumbles of the storm.

"Loid sure has it rough. I hope he doesn't get sick later. ..." She quietly said.

The city hall called the day off due to the harsh weather and thankfully, she has no killing to do today. Today is hers to spend leisurely. There's nothing much to do but a little cleaning here and there. And of course, looking after Anya and Bond.

"Mama! Will Papa go back soon?"

"Eeek!" Yor was startled by Anya who appeared beside her.

She was startled enough to crack a plate with her bare hands. It's not completely broken in half but definitely not suitable to be used anymore.

"Aw... I broke another plate. It's the third one this week! Loid will get mad at me..."

Anya stared at Yor with wide eyes.

"Oops! Sorry! What were you saying again, Anya?"

"Is Papa going to take long?"

"He said that he'll try to get back right away. Are you done watching cartoons?"

"The cartoon today is lame. Spywars is better."

Yor glanced at the remaining dishes then turned back again to Anya.

"Okay. I'm not yet finished washing so can you wait me for a bit?"

"I'll take out my bag."

"Yes, that will be good. I'll make this quick so we can start studying."

Anya headed to her room and fetched her things. She carried a book while Bond carried her bag. They seated themselves on the couch. While Anya busied herself rummaging through her notebook, Yor finished washing and put away the broken plate. Once done, she went over to Anya.

"Loid asked me to help you with anatomy."

"Hm, hm. I have recitation for science." Anya answered with a nod.

"Oh, I see... Shall we start? Can I see your lesson?"

Anya opened handed her book to Yor.

"There." She pointed at the bookmarked portion.

"This is... bugs?!"

Yor suddenly dropped the book with a shriek and then came a loud crash of thunder. Anya shrieked in fear and clung to her mother's leg, not sure whether it's because of the thunder or her mother. After a moment, she picked up the book and opened it again to the page of her lessons.

"The teacher told us to memorize body parts of the bug."

"Oh... Is that so?"

Yor could barely bring herself to look. But after a moment, she mustered up her courage to pick the book and sit beside Anya.

"O-Okay, Anya. The i-insect is divided into three parts. Can you name them?"

"The head, thowrox and addowmen."

"V-very good, Anya! You got them all right!"

No wonder Anya got the answers right because Yor was holding the book far away enough for Anya to read it.

There was a long silence. Yor was squinting her eyes while attempting to find something from the book that she can use to ask Anya.

"W-What do I do? Loid asked me to help Anya study but I didn't know that it's about bugs! If only it were parts of the human body instead then I can confidently teach her that... How can I teach her about bugs if I can't even look at her lesson book? B-But I have to do this! For Anya's sake!"

After reading her mother's mind, Anya started wondering if she should still go on. Then suddenly, Yor opened her eyes really wide as if she's about to go for a kill.

"Next one... Ah, let's see... How many legs does an insect have? What is their antenna used for? Do all insects have..."

Yor spouted question after question until she felt dizzy and break into cold sweat. Seeing her mother become visibly uncomfortable, Anya felt bad and took the book away.

"Uhm... I think I'll just wait for Papa to teach me. I... I'm going to study history first."

It took a while for Yor to recover and face Anya.

"I g-guess that will be better. I don't know much about insects at all. Loid will probably help you more. How about I help you with your history lesson instead?"

"Hm, hm." Anya answered with a nod.

For good one hour, Yor helped Anya read difficult words from the reading selection of history book. Anya still find it difficult to understand her lesson, mostly due to the fact that Yor kept on imagining gruesome examples that had almost nothing to do with the lesson and being paranoid about Loid. Despite that, Anya discovered a lot of terms that are new to her that sparked silly curiosity in her.

"Let's take a break before studying again." Yor said and handed Anya a cup of warm chocolate.

"Yey! Chocolate!"

They both enjoyed their drink leisurely. But after a while, Yor began staring outside the window, zoning out. Anya who was singing some random cartoon song, suddenly picked up her mother's thoughts.

"The rain is pouring nonstop. Loid will surely end up getting stuck in the hospital. Maybe he won't be able to come home at all. Poor Loid..."

Anya put down her cup on the table and opened her mouth to speak.

"Mama..."

Yor snapped back and turned to Anya.

"Hm?"

"Mama... Papa is-"

Before Anya could finish her sentence, a lightning flashed qnd another clap of thunder which was louder than the first, came rolling. It made Anya flinch and hold on to her mother. Yor was just as surprised and put up her hands in defense. She couldn't bring herself to hug back, afraid that she might hug too tight and accidentally hurt Anya.

"Mama! Scary! Bwaaa!" Anya started wailing with teary eyes.

"Shh, shh... There, there..." Yor said softly as she patted Anya's head and soothed her back.

Bond who was also terrified, walked towards the two, whimpering.

"Mama! We must take shelter or the thunder's gonna hit us!"

"Huh?! But we're already at home, Anya. There's no need for us to take shelter."

Yor continued comforting Anya until she calmed down. Anya felt nice being held gently. As she was being soothed by her mother, an idea struck her. Anya's eyes suddenly glinted and sparkled with excitement.

"Mama! Let's build a fowrt!" She said, looking at Yor in the eyes.

"Fowrt?"

"Fowrt! The one where people hide under attack! It's got a roof like this, and wall shield like this, a-and..." Anya explained with a mix of frustration and excitement.

"Oh! A fort!" Yor said, finally getting what Anya is saying.

"Hm! Hm!" Anya nodded along enthusiastically.

As Anya read her mother's mind again, she only found out gruesome narratives of her mother's memories. Completely different with what Anya had in mind.

"I want to... make a fowrt with blanket and pillow."

"R-Right! We make fort out of pillows and blankets!" Yor replied in realization of her contrasted thoughts.

Then as Yor leaves her seat, Anya suddenly remembered that her mother always want to keep things neat and might not approve of building a mess.

"Nevermind... I just want to stay like this..." She said, holding back.

"No, Anya! We don't always get a chance to have fun like this! Let's make a fort!"

"Really?! Can we?!"

"Of course!"

And so they build a fort. They set aside the low table along with Anya's bag and lessons beside the tv. They placed a large blanket over the chairs that they prearranged. Pillows and smaller blankets filled the large gaps and spare mats were spread on the floor. After some time, everything was finally set.

"We're done, Anya!"

"We did it!"

"Borf!"

All that was left is for them to take shelter. But before that, Anya quickly fetched first her stuffed toys.

"Mr. Chimera and Agent Penguin will also join us."

"Wow! That's great! Go and enter the fort, Anya."

"Yay!"

Just as she was about to, Bond's ears perked up and the door opened. Loid has just come home, damp from head to toe.

"Papa!"

Loid went in with tired steps.

"I'm ho- What happened here?! Everything's a mess!" He asked, surveying the area with distress.

His eyes then found Anya.

"You!"

"Wah! Papa is mad!" Anya says in horror, hiding behind Bond.

"Sorry, we were having fun instead of studying..." Yor said and took the dripping raincoat from Loid and took it to the bathroom to be dried later. She quickly rushed back.

"Don't be mad at Anya, Loid. We actually studied a bit earlier but Anya got scared of the thunder. And she couldn't concentrate anymore. Can you let her off for now?"

Loid turned to Yor for a moment and then back at Anya. He let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. But you'll have to study with me later before dinner. Study or else I won't let you watch Spywars."

"Okey dokey!"

"Go ahead and play."

Anya more than willfully complied and went back to the fort while Loid went for a warm bath. Yor prepared a new batch of warm drinks merrily, finding herself in relief now that Loid is finally home.

"Here's coffee with milk to warm you up."

"Thanks, Yor." Loid says with a gentle smile.

Yor also handed Anya another cup of warm chocolate. All of them sat on the floor, with Anya situated inside the fort. Loid and Yor sat on the sides by the entrance and Bond lied down near Loid.

"So how was the patient?" Yor asked.

It took him a moment to respond.

"About that..."

Anya's senses perked as she read into her father's mind.

"The targets did not come at the drop off point. Who would've thought that even illegal dealers would yield to the bad weather? They must be the most uncommitted people I ever have to deal with. In the end, team charlie took care of them and I barely did anything."

Anya stared at him, wide eyed and surprised with what she discovered.

"The patient was fine after all. Nothing serious." Loid finally answered.

"That's a relief then."

Loid contentedly drank his coffee and breath in its aroma. He thoroughly enjoyed the coffee that he was disappointed when he already consumed all of it to the last drop. He wanted another cup but he doesn't want to be rude to Yor by disturbing her. So he did not ask for more to also avoid an acidic stomach.

"Papa." Anya suddenly called out.

"Yes?"

"Come inside the fort!"

"No. Just stay and play there. I need to prepare lunch." Loid replied.

"But it's fun here, Papa!"

He took their cups and put them in the sink. He scanned the fridge to look and see what he can make for lunch. After short contemplation, he chose to do sautéed vegetable with beef. Although he had started putting out ingredients, he couldn't help but cast a few looks at the fort.

"They should have fixed the blanket a little more to the front in order to make a curtained entryway. The pillows also need a better side support. In order to make a sturdy fort..."

Anya was able to pick up her father's thoughts. She quickly thought of a scheme to make him join in. She apologized to her mother in her mind and with a sneaky move of a hand, Anya jerked some of the clothespins.

"Bond! Cover me!" She whispered to Bond.

Making sure that her parents are not looking, she then tugged at the blanket to make it fall off.

"No! My fowrt is now in shambles!" She shouted dramatically.

Yor stood from one of the chairs and put down the cooking magazine she was reading to recover Anya from the mess. Loid also walked towards them, leaving the half peeled onion.

"Anya! Don't worry! I'll save you!" Yor exclaimed in a hurry.

"Just what are you doing?" Loid asked.

Anya is finally out of the blankets.

"Papa! Can you fix the fowrt?"

"You can just fix it again with Yor."

"I think you'll do a better job than me. The one we made wasn't stable at all and it was shabby. Maybe she doesn't like it. I should've done better." Yor said, feeling sorry for the collapsed fort.

"No, uhm... The fort wasn't that shabby..." Anya butted in, hardly making Yor feel better.

"Huh? Okay... But after we eat lunch." Loid gave in.

"Yes!" Anya cheered.

Loid went back to cooking lunch and Anya spent her time helping Yor with disassembling the chairs and blankets. Anya was so excited for her father to rebuild the fort that she barely chewed her food when they ate lunch.

"Chew properly or you'll choke your food." Her father scolded her.

"Rm'kay." Anya answered before grabbing for her water.

"Don't talk while eating."

Later on, Loid did as requested and fixed the fort. He did some rearrangement and turned the previous design into a more comfortable one with a sloped blanket roof. With the use of additional chords, the blanket was tied to the metal railing of the couch and to the high edge of the dining chairs. Loid also arranged the pillows meticulously to create makeshift walls.

"Yey! So cool!"

"It looks much better than before! Good for you, Anya!" Yor said, praising Loid's work.

"Now go in with your chimera and penguin. I'm going to cook."

"Papa! You must join us too!" Anya protested.

"Didn't you hear me? I need to cook something to eat. Enjoy your playtime while it still lasts."

Out of nowhere, a lightning struck again. Anya who was able to shake off her fear while building the fort a while ago, clung to Loid for hear dear life.

"Bwaaa! I'm so scared!" Anya wailed and acted way more scared than she really is.

As if it was an automated response, Loid scooped Anya up and held her close. He's unaware what Anya is about to say next.

"Papa! Mama! I'm very scared... Can you join me in the fort?"

"No. You go and play with Bond instead." Said Loid.

"T-That's right, Anya. We will just get in the way of your playtime." Added Yor.

"Let's stay together..."

Both Loid and Yor were caught off guard by Anya's words. They stared at her for a moment.

In Loid's mind, he's thinking whether it's really necessary for the mission to play along. Perhaps, he was dismissed early by Handler for this purpose? But more than that, he's imagining how uncomfortable it would be for the three of them. Meanwhile, Yor is contemplating at the possibilty of accidentally crushing Anya in her arms. Is she worthy to let herself have a growing attachment with someone else besides Yuri? Their hesitation put Anya in tears.

"Please...?" Anya said pleaded, almost devoid of all pretense.

In an instant, Loid and Yor ceased thinking and just felt for Anya. They regret feeling the way they did just now realized how they should be showering her instead with care and affection that a child should receive.

"Then, shall we go in?" Asked Yor.

"Okay, after you." Said Loid.

Yor went in first, then shortly followed by Loid with Anya still clinging. The fort is big enough for the three of them but also small enough to keep them close together. Yor made space for them and Loid put Anya down in the middle before he settled on the side. The extra space at Anya's foot was occupied by Bond.

"This is nice!" Anya said delightfully.

She took her parent's hand in hers and squeezed them tight. Loid and Yor were surprised at the sudden action but returned the favor nonetheless. Bond also snuggled closer to Anya's feet.

"It's always great to stay at home in this kind of weather." Yor also commented.

"Right..." Loid agreed.

"Good night!"

"It's afternoon, Anya."

"Good afternoon nap!" Anya corrected herself.

"Sleep tight, everyone." Added Yor.

The Forger's fort is filled with warmth and peace that surprisingly, Loid and Yor were quickly lulled to sleep. Everyone is asleep except for Anya who is too happy to sleep.

All she wanted was to be with them. Can she be blamed? She is living with the constant fear of abandonment and she'll take every chance she gets to spend time together with them. She's bearing not only her own secret but also theirs. To both Loid and Yor, this family is a means for themselves but to Anya, this family is everything to her. And always will be.

Just like the fort, this fake family will be broken down once it served its purpose.

But as long as nothing gets discovered, Anya will keep on holding to the hope that the Forger family will remain forever.

"I'm so lucky to be a Forger..." She mumbles as she finally drifts off to a sweet slumber.

#here's a rainy day fic despite my growing hatred for the rainy season #finally done #spy x family #sxf #sxf fanfic #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #noticed how i keep referring Loid and Yor as “her father/mother/parents”? #i want to give anya what she deserves #btw #probably by the time you finished reading this #stay safe everyone #should i put this on ao3 or not? #even tho it's short hahaha #I'll make a poll after this for prompts #to keep me up #because the flood has already entered our kitchen

[inbabylontheywept]

Leviathan

The veil between life and death shattered. Davlin’s astral form had a mere fraction of a second to brace itself before it fell into the lightless depths of the everafter. 

There was no splash to mark his arrival, just that same shock of cold he’d felt all those years ago. He tried to push the memory aside but fragments still drifted past: The shattering of the ice, his hair drifting lazily around him, the crack of a rib as his mother desperately tried to restart his heart. 

His heart restarting. 

He opened his eyes. His hair bobbed around him again, silver now, but as buoyant as it was in the memory. He’d never spoken with another necromancer long enough to learn whether death itself always had an aquatic theme, or merely his death. He could make out the glimmering forms of fresh souls in the shallows around him. Experience told him that those souls were useless as minions. Most were too fresh to realize they were dead, least of all forget who they were. 

He’d have to dive deeper for that. 

He pivoted in the space, bracing his legs against an intact part of the barrier and kicking off into the void beneath. His speed didn’t dissipate the way it would in water. If anything, it always seemed to gradually accelerate, like there was something at the bottom pulling every soul towards it. He didn’t want to consider what that thing could be.

He remained in his pose, weightless, the only reference for his speed being the occasional blur as he whipped past a fragment of soul. Any one of those pieces would’ve made a good enough catch for a simple husk of rotting meat and bone, but the vessel he’d prepared above required more than figments of thought and feeling. 

It required a Leviathan. 

He wasn’t sure how many people, ever, had known that such things existed. The fragmentary references to it that he’d found were literally antediluvian. Part of him wondered if the deluge had been called down to suppress the knowledge of them specifically, or if it was just one of the many sins that needed to be buried under mountains of water. 

He saw it. Not the thing directly, that was still miles beneath the surface, but the whirling accretion disc of souls it was in the process of devouring. He forced mana into his palms, expelling it in shaped spikes of heatless force, and was surprised to find how much effort it took to begin slowing his descent. The pull that he’d felt towards the bottom was changing, and he realized that this may be the source of the afterlife’s gravity.

The cloud rushed up to meet him, and he was surprised at the vastness of it. Even the ancient tomes hadn’t described the monster's feeding zones as this vast, but he supposed a lot of death had happened since the age of the First Men. He barely had a moment to prepare himself before he ripped into the sea-glass tinted cloud, explosions of false memory jolting through him with every touch. The outer ring was a kaleidoscope too chaotic to even interpret, a cascade of sunsets, deathbeds, and quiet moments in ancient fields, but as he neared the center, the memories all became common: Water filling lungs, a starless, cloudless sky that rained without end, cities filling like basins, men climbing mountains only for the floodwaters to crest the peaks. Death, again and again, and again, by water. For so much of the disc to still be souls from that era, the amount of death that the flood had brought must have been incomparable. Almost as many people must have died in that one cataclysm as had lived in all the years after. The memories filled his mind like water had filled his lungs, pushed him out to the point that he wasn’t sure if he could be after this. How would he tell which of the people in his mind was him?

The cacophony broke, and his mind, now freed of the endless stream, returned to its default shape. He was Davlin, the drowned boy. He was Davlin, the curious man. He was Davlin, the greatest necromancer since the dawn of the Sarkics. He was Davlin, and he was now the first person in twenty-thousand years to look a Leviathan in the eye. 

He was surprised to see that it could stare back. 

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected at the center of such a maelstrom. A gaping maw perhaps, some thoughtless hunger, but if the outside of the shell was a galaxy of whirling souls, the inside was a starlit sky of eyes. Bands of silver metal ranging from thicker than his torso to thinner than a hair swiveled endlessly, each studded with countless legions of unblinking perfect orbs. The cloud seemed to be weaving itself into this alien metal, melding without being consumed. What he’d mistaken for hunger from the thing was really a sort of perfect concentration, like it was building a house from splinters. Building a God from the ashes of a million forgotten souls.  

The countless eyes all swiveled to look at him, as if more perturbed by the last thought than by his physical presence. He braced impotently for the pressure of its attention, knowing his best efforts would amount to nothing. 

Not a God. 

Three words that could crush a mountain. The cloud was nothing compared to this. Chaos was tolerable, something you could dissolve into, lose to. The mind here refused to accept him into itself, even as it crushed him from all sides. There was nothing he could do but feel the pressure of a psyche that covered his own like ten fathoms of water. Death would have been a release compared to this weight. 

His memories reacted with the ones of the thing. However impermeable the boundary between him and it remained, there were no secrets to be hid from such a potent vice. He wouldn’t have known half of these memories himself, without the pain to remind him of their existence. Pain always had such a fascinating ability to dispel ignorance. 

He reached for the Leviathan,  anything to escape the agony of the deep. His pain was echoing into it, like a mirror reflecting a mirror, and he struggled to find more than dim reflections of his own suffering. 

It took him too long to realize that not all of the pangs were just echoes. The surprise of it would’ve taken his breath away, if it hadn’t already been forced out of him. It knew what it was like to be crushed like this. To have oceans laid atop it. It knew it atomically, with the memories of the countless drowned it contained, but there was a holistic knowledge to it as well. This ocean of souls hadn’t always hung over it. They were its own flood, a tidal wave of death that had followed the tidal waves of water. 

When the ancient Gods had imprisoned the souls of the damned here, they had imprisoned this thing with damned souls. Each one another pebble on a mountain it could never dig itself out from under. A relentless diet of pain and anguish and water that rose on and on, without meaning, without end. What exit could there be from death?

Davlin knew the answer to that. 

He sank his fingers into the fabric of the world and ripped. Hairline cracks pulsed through the void around him, before the pressure of dead souls was too much for even the laws of nature to hold back. The little hole he was used to punching grew into something greater, like a hole in a dam, and neither he nor the Leviathan could resist the current that pulled them out. 

---

Davlin awoke to a ruined body. He was prepared for that. Death corroded life, and being submerged in it that long-

He was lucky there was anything left to him at all. 

He rolled over to look at the masterpiece he’d made. Fangs and claws and scales. His fleshweaving was enough to make the thing look seamless, but after his journey to the depths it looked awfully trite. There was nothing to it. Wherever the Leviathan had gone, it wasn’t there. Probably too much soul to fit. He’d have needed another twenty years to make a body that could fit something like that. 

He took a ragged breath, tasted blood on the exhale. He’d picked a pretty enough spot to die, at least. The mount of sacrifice had a beautiful view of the emerald sea. 

He felt a drop of rain strike his cheek and looked up at a starless, cloudless sky.

#fantasy #dark fantasy #creative writing #necromancy #thalassophobia #cosmic horror #flood myth #The Depths #hell is an ocean #this was originally based on an HFY prompt about why you shouldn't try necromancy #I literally don't know where else I could post this