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sablegear0 · 4 months

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Another chapter of "Asymptotic" is up! Enjoy your (mildly angsty) teen satosugu romance. In this chapter: the lads go camping, sort of.

#sable's fic #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #ao3 fanfic #link in post #asymptotic #also entitled:#fellas is it gay to conceptualize your best friend as an unapproachable mathematical constant

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askelectrochromic · 9 months

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A new chapter of "Prussian Blue" is up!

Sorry for the long delay. This one unfortunately will likely be followed by another hiatus. I have other projects on the go, and I don't have a deep backlog after this chapter. But it felt like the right time to out this out there. So, not dead, just busy!

(Fun fact; PB as planned has gotten much larger than I initially intended it to be, and for a while I pondered splitting it into two separate chaptered fics. Thus, while I usually reserve flashback chapters for context at the beginning of a larger piece, this one instead marks an unofficial intro to "part 2" of PB, as the greater story will begin to move in a slightly different direction. Hope you enjoy!)

#sable's fic #prussian blue #electrochromic #ao3 fanfic #link in post

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ramblings-from-the-ether · 1 month

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Come to think of it, Ramsey in the Prohibition AU would probably have a swell interaction with Wick Sable from Lackadaisy.

They're both businessmen and Ramsey's eye for value would probably catch Wick's (and maybe Mitzi's) attention, probably to appraise business prospects and alcohol.

#epithet erased #epithet erased au #fic idea #epithet erased ramsey #ramsey murdoch #wick sable #lackadaisy #lackadaisy crossover

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friedwormeater · 1 month

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the only thing I've ever known; sable ward x mikaela reid

A/n- this is my first fic don't yell at me too hard.. but yell at me a little bit !!

Ch 0: Prologue, October 3rd

“Whaaat? There’s no way you’re telling me that made sense!” Mikaela looked at her friend and said as they walked home from the movie theater. Staying up to go to the midnight showing of Donnie Darko was Sable’s idea, which Mikaela happily funded. Knowing her friend was without a job and having her ask her parents for movie theater money at the dead of night probably wouldn’t have gone well.

“Not perfect sense.. I’d probably need to see it another time, but I got the jist!” Sable prided herself on usually being able to understand movies like these and being able to help explain them to Mikaela if she’s lost halfway through the movie, but this one threw both of them for a loop.

The Greenville movie theater was doing a ‘31 days of Halloween’ event, where for each day of October they’d have a midnight showing of a different horror film, each one promising to be scarier than the last. Sable felt like this was her calling, staying up late and indulging in fantastical gore and prolonged misery on the big screen. Everything felt like it was falling into place for her, spending time with her best friend, Halloween right around the corner? A scary movie every single day? Things were finally going her way.

Mikaela speaks up. Breaking her friend out of her thought bubble.

“…Could we maybe do our radio show tomorrow? I’m still exhausted after my shift at Moonstone.” Mikaela’s face almost seemed to droop, she had no idea where Sable always got so much energy this late at night. Going to these midnight showings and discussing their thoughts until the wee hours over the shortwave had become a quick tradition. The radio was usually in Sable’s attic, but the two had brought it over to Mikaela’s house, specifically a large closet in her room so her roommate doesn’t hear them yapping.

Home wasn’t always a good place for Sable and being able to stay at Mikaela’s place and talk about something the two were interested in was the perfect way to take her mind off things.

“That’s fine!” Sable smiled and looked at her friend. She had really wanted to pick her brain about the movie, but she bought the tickets and popcorn plus a large soda they shared so Sable wasn’t going to argue. “I guess our esteemed listeners will have to go without their favorite guest speaker..” She playfully added, shooting her friend a sly little grin.

‘Guest speaker?’ Mikaela’s face curled a bit with agitation, she’d been on All Things Wicked This Night just as much as her counterpart, Mikaela stopped and turned to Sable, getting ready to argue but… as soon as she saw Sables curt, cute smile, the annoyance bled out of her. Mikaela’s face softened, as she stared at her friend solemnly, the cool night breeze surrounding them as they took their break from walking.

The pair locked eyes for what was only a few moments, but to them it felt longer, they stared and analyzed each other's faces for a moment. An anxious feeling rising from their stomachs, it had felt as though the earth stood still, that everything else had fallen off the face of the planet and the only thing in each other's existence was each other.

Mikaela slowly raised her hand to Sable’s cheek, holding her face so softly. Their heartbeats raced in their tired state, Mikaela had kissed plenty of folks before, either when playing spin-the-bottle or past boyfriends… Kissing them felt like a favor, like something she was doing more for the other person instead of herself.

Sable had never been touched like this before. Not so gently, not even her own parents would hug her or even give her a pat on the back. Mikaela’s hand warmed her cold face, her warmth spread throughout Sable’s very soul, everything was right at this moment, everything else could fade away… but something was wrong.

Mikaela closed her eyes slowly, leaning in. Sable’s heart felt like it was about to pop. She turned away from her friend, looking off to the other side of the road. Mikaela snapped back to reality, pulling herself back and removing her hand in embarrassment and quickly putting them into her pockets, away and out of sight from Sable. “That’s alright.. I understand..” Mikaela stammers, attempting to regain her composure.

“No.. Mikaela, wait.. I’ve never…” Sable holds her hands together and looks down at her shoes, face rosy and pink as she continues. “..I’ve always wanted it to be at a time when..” She trails off, sounding like she had more to say, before raising her hand and pointing across the street. “..At a time when there wasn’t someone staring at us..”

Mikaela’s head shoots in the direction Sable pointed to, expecting some creep to be perving out on them but.. to her surprise it was her roommate Julian, waving to them from across the street.

She waved back over to them, Sable looked confused, then she clocked them. She had seen Mikaela and Julian hanging out before and working together on school projects, but never really bothered to ask about them and just assumed they were friends or… Sable swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth as a terrible thought brewed in her mind… Were they dating? Either way, they were all headed back to their place now, Sable tailed the two tentatively while they caught up.

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lemm-moxx · 13 days

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Small collection of weird little oc writing experiments and art (AGAIN THERES A LOT OF TEXT UNDER THE READ MORE BEWARE)

mmmmmmm nonsense writings

I remember seeing the soil slowly flood the grave, it felt like watching watching a man drown. He was dead already of course, but in that moment. Looking at magnus' cold still slowly disappearing face, that's when he really died. Beneath the soil. Would that be me some day? Would i too die under the meaningless embrace of dirt for a company that didn't even know my middle name? The grave was shallow, and the coffin poor. It was an insult to call it a coffin really, more a crude spikey construction of nails and scattered drift wood. It was the same gray as the rest of the place. At least it was decent weather considering the universe being a barren wasteland. The sky stagnated as a dull grey tinted by a blue. The wasteland was quite bleak, the land bumped up and down from the dirt hills stretching to nearby off to the horizon, it felt like they would go on forever if i tried to explore. Of course I didn't, i was too afraid. Elanor called it the company graveyard, and with 30 years of working here, I believe her. ------------------------------------------------------------ FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY [Sable Pri psyc eval No. #2] [[TAPE BEGINS]] "I remember the first time there was a death at work. The grave was in a unmonitored uninhabited universe. I apologise but I don't remember the number it has in the system. i aware it was delegated the company graveyard due to the institute's long term possession of the universe. The grave was shallow, approximately five to eight feet deep. I don't believe anyone talked. The body was rolled into the ditch, we filled the grave, and went home. Normally according to company policy's regarding on work deaths we would send the ashes to family with some kind of lie but magnus- [Mr Pri proceeds to stay silent for 1 minute and 10 seconds] I apologize, i wasn't on a first name basis with Mr Tiug. It's inappropriate to call him that- Due to Mr Tiug's lack of family, we followed protocol and buried him in the company graveyard as i stated prior. Ms Elanor Blaidd was promoted to M.E department head soon after the burial, and three years later due to her retirement i took her place as the head of the Multiversal exchanges department. That is all."

[[TAPE ENDS]] [Mr Pri then became uncooperative and vague with answers when further prompted with questions by Mrs L.L Dreamuur, the institute hired psychiatrist]

#i had a horrific day lemme post oc shit #digital art #art #utmv #utmv oc #YOU GET NO CONTEXT #ACTUALLY #Magnus Tiug was the m.e dept head at the time of sable joining. sable witnessed his death first hand #that's all the t.u.a lore for today piss off #i need to write a full fan fic at some point for something huh #oc garbage #my art #T.U.A #Writing garbage #cw death #cw blood #tw death #tw funerals

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candycoloredwolf · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Lackadaisy (Webcomic) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sedgewick "Wick" Sable/Dorian "Zib" Zibowski Characters: Sedgewick "Wick" Sable, Dorian "Zib" Zibowski Additional Tags: Vampire Wick, Horror, Eventual Romance, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Gore, Blood Drinking, Blood, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Animal Death, Major Character Injury, Slight Internalized Homophobia, Im bad at tagging tings but I think thats everything?? Summary:

Sedgwick Sable is what anyone would describe as a sophisticated, law-abiding gentleman. He's the owner of a successful company, he's financially well off, he's polite and courteous as they come. He's everything many wish they could be.

But we all have skeletons in our closet, and Wick is no acception. Though, his might be a bit more... bloody than some would expect from a man of his standing.

For years, Wick has done what he can to numb the urges that claw at the back of his mind, drowning them in copious amounts of alcohol in hopes that they'll finally fall silent. But when those desires finally take control, Wick starts to question just how in control he is of his own mind and just how human he really is.

His only saving grace? Dorian "Zib" Zibowski. A jazz musician at Wicks favorite speakeasy and his long-time companion. With Zibs help, Wick starts to come to terms with who or what he really is, and just how deep his feelings for Zib really lie.

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy fanfiction #lackadaisy fic #dorian zibowski #sedgewick sable #zib x wick #zibwick #my writing

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theroseandthebeast · 4 months

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Yuletide Recs, Batch Five

16 recs for The Queen's Gambit, Red Eye, Sable, Severance, Sherlock Holmes, Silo, Singin' in the Rain, Some Like It Hot, SurrealEstate, Tenet, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Watchmen, and Worlds Beyond Number

something beautiful, Beth Harmon/Jolene

Jolene remembers the first time she looked at Beth and thought her best friend was pretty. No, not pretty. Beautiful.

Sunk Cost Fallacy, Lisa Reisert/Jackson Rippner

The Keefe job gets cancelled. What's a guy to do?

No Straight Roads, Gen, Sable + Original Characters

Five paths taken, six masks cast. Or: On a particularly windswept morning, a young girl comes a-knocking on Sable's door.

O, Lazarus!, Helena Eagan + Helly R.

Losing oxygen slowly as she hangs in the elevator up from the severed floor, Helly’s fractured mind confronts itself.

Double Tongued, Irving Bailiff/Burt Goodman + Burt Goodman/Burt Goodman's Husband + Irving Bailiff & Irving B.

Irving's falling asleep – he almost misses Burt leaving forever. Can his outie make it up to him by reuniting them, one last time? Or, MDR decide to test the Overtime Contigency Protocol on Irving before the Waffle Party, and the code detectors are only equipped to handle certain types of ink.

Indispensable, Gen, Sherlock Holmes + John Watson + Mrs. Hudson

Holmes' gift attempts have fallen through, so he offers a letter instead

her dust was very pretty, Gen, Original Female Character(s)Juliette Nichols

Dore was six when she told Missus Park that she wanted to be her shadow. “You want to work in recycling?” “I don’t want to shadow garbage,” Dore said, nose wrinkling at the thought. “Your art. Art that stays.” Missus Park repeated the words silently, then her mouth dropped open in understanding. “You mean tattoos.”

Working Honeymoon, Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood/Kathy Selden

If you weren’t getting married, you didn’t get to go on the honeymoon. Wasn't that how it was supposed to go?

That Wondrous Thing, Cosmo Brown/Don Lockwood/Kathy Selden

2 + 2 + 2 = 3. This math works. Really it does.

Girl Talk, Gen, Jerry "Daphne" & Sugar Kane Kowalczyk + Jerry "Daphne" & Joe "Josephine" + Jerry "Daphne"/Osgood Fielding III + Joe "Josephine"/Sugar Kane Kowalczyk

Sugar wants to know if she should be saying "Jerry" or "Daphne" and, since Joe and Osgood don't seem to agree and can't be relied on to tell her which is right, she goes to get it right from the horse's mouth. The horse needs to think about this for a bit.

did we get there yet (somehow), Luke Roman/Susan Ireland

It shouldn’t be a surprise, is the thing. Luke’s always been attracted to smart, competent women. It just hadn’t occurred to him to look at Susan that way until now.

Coffee Meeting: 11 o'clock, Gen, Susan Ireland & Zooey L'Enfant

Susan has a mysterious coffee meeting on her schedule.

pull up if i pull up, Neil/The Protagonist

A safe house in the sea of time. (You’re trying to remember if Neil was smiling the last time your eyes met.)

and in the daylight, you're crossing all your wires, John Connor/Cameron Phillips + John Connor & Derek Reese & Kyle Reese + John Connor & Sarah Connor + John Connor & the Specter of His Future Self

No one’s ever died for him, here.

Across Vistas, Dan Dreiberg/Laurie Juspeczyk/Rorschach

Laurie and the boys take a roadtrip across the country to see her mom.

Charted, Gen, Ame & Suvirin "Suvi" Kedberiket & Eursulon Toma + Grandma Wren

All stories started somewhere, even if that somewhere is far from here.

#yuletide #yuletide 2023 #the queen's gambit #red eye #sable #severance #sherlock holmes #silo #singin' in the rain #some like it hot #surrealestate #tenet #terminator #the sarah connor chronicles #watchmen #worlds beyond number #fic recs #fic rec

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claryxjackson · 7 months

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OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2023 ➣ born in the wrong century

lucy sable + buffy the vampire slayer

taglist: @richitozier, @foxesandmagic, @lizziesxltzmxn, @phoebestarks, @lovehermioneforever, @jewelswrites-ish, @kiara-carrera, @heavenlysurf, @decennia, @stanshollaand. @ocfairygodmother, @raith-way, @lucys-chen, @daughter-of-melpomene

#och2023 #my edit #fic: dead lucy #i need to think about her more #lucy sable #tw ocs #teen wolf ocs

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samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires · 7 months

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BELOW THE SURFACE: CHAPTER TWO: Cyanide's Touch

Below the Surface: A 2023 Lackadaisy Fanfiction...now posted here, there, and NOW on Tumblr. Enjoy!

TW: poisoning, blood, vomit, violence and gore: If you are uncomfortable with these things, SKIP AHEAD. While the gore and blood is at the end, I will mark it accordingly.

---"Too many of us treat guns with genial familiarity. Guns should give us the heebie-jeebies. They are killing machines. That is all they are. We should dread them the way we dread cancer and cyanide and electric chairs." - Author: Kurt Vonnegut Jr.---

"His voice means to deceive you...my voice just wants to lead you...Below the Surface."

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A night of witnessing poker playing and other gambling games increased his headache.Yet Mordecai Heller still remained by Asa Sweet’s side for that night. All these rich people, wasting their time and wealth on betting games. Occasionally, Asa nudged him into a game or two.

“I’m uninterested in such a rambunctious activity, Mr. Sweet,” Mordecai told him in a flat tone, and Mr. Sweet would only reply with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders, before returning to his gambles.

“Aw, really? I thought you were the type of guy to be exceptionally good at gin rummy~”

Mordecai’s ears flicked up slightly, turning his head to face the Savannah cat in front of him: Silas Tueuse, French actor.

“I can assure you, I would rather not.” He remarked in disdain, trying to keep himself up to be professional, yet somewhat polite. “Besides: I am not one to lose myself over such antics.”

“Aww, what a spoil sport.” Silas inched closer to the tuxedo cat, his own ears flicking upward, and his tail fluffed up. Mordecai looked into his yellowish green eyes, and his frown deepened. He watched the Savannah cat breed carefully and very closely. He watched his neck length, brown and highlighted hair, seeing how much it bounced as Silas moved and turned his head.

“That’s what I keep telling the boy,” Mr. Sweet chuckled, giving Mordecai a gentle nudge. Mordecai suppressed the urge to roll his eyes yet again, but despite that, he couldn’t help but to give an unnoticeable smirk at his boss’s remark.

“I can always help loosen you up~” Silas offered, leaning back in his chair, his legs opening slightly. Mordecai had a close–mouthed grimace curl onto his lips, his ears flattening against the back of his head. He and Mr. Sweet shared uncomfortable glances of the innuendo Silas proceeded to practically shove into their faces.

“I like to decline that, very much.” Mordecai cleared his throat, turning his head away. Silas shrugged with his right shoulder, leaning back more.

“Your loss, then.” He ran his tongue on the top row of his canines. He turned to face another hotel member, now chatting away. This hotel member was named Roberto, a quiet and shy type of man. Silas was trying to flirt with him and get him out of his shell, in order to do unholy things.

“Uch…” Mordecai pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt a gentle pat on his arm from Mr. Sweet, and it somehow eased him for the given moment. The rest of the night was still rather loud, but eventually it all ended. Silas brought some poor unfortunate fellow along to God knows where, and the office had been emptied, aside from Mr. Sweet and Mordecai.

“Well, they certainly got their money’s worth.” Mr. Sweet spoke up, leaning back in his chair and sorting out the dollars he had. He lit up a cigar, intaking some of the smoke, then exhaling out his nose.

“I have yet to commiserate with the fools and how they spill out their wealth over a simple game of gin rummy.” The tuxedo cat finally brought up.

“Ah, don’t act like you don’t enjoy a round of gin rummy.” Mr. Sweet chuckled, pulling out his cigar from his mouth. “You’re quite good at it, you know.”

Mordecai’s ears flattened further on his head, eyes narrowing more. His sharp and cold glare softened, just for a split second, before shifting back to the cold and stoic gaze he always harbored. “...I don’t play gin rummy much anymore.”

“Painful memories, eh?”

“Very much so.”

“Understood.”

There was more silence, aside from Mordecai taking out his pocket watch and flicking it open to notice the time. He rolled his eyes and flicked the lid of the pocket watch shut with a loud click.

“Son, there’s been many things going on in the shadows of St. Louis.” Mr. Sweet finally sat up fully, turning to face Mordecai.

“Isn’t there always, Mr. Sweet?” Mordecai cocked a brow, putting away his pocket watch.

“Not like this…amongst us rum–runners is something dangerous…more dangerous than usual.” Mr. Sweet leaned forward, gesturing with his free hand. “I’ve had too many employees rush into my office to tell me that my hotel residents are dying in their rooms.”

Mordecai faltered, blinking once, twice, registering the words his boss had spoken. “Dying?”

“Killed, it doesn’t matter how: what matters is that they’re dead. Unmoved. Complete cadavers.”

“I understood that part completely, Mr Sweet, you needn’t explain a thing.”

“...do you remember Mrs. Smitt?”

“Quite well, in fact. She was the kind and feeble elderly woman who came in to spend the night here after her daughter’s baby shower. That way she could hop on a train to return safely to Detroit.”

Mr. Sweet’s eyes dulled: “...she’s dead.”

“...excuse me?” Mordecai paused again. “...she’s dead?”

“Staff found her with a slit throat in a pool of her own bloodied water in the bathtub.”

“Christ…”

“It was one of the grizzlier murders…like something you would’ve done on command.”

“When was the murder, sir?”

“Two days ago, eleven–thirty pm, sharp. ”

“I was right beside you while you were busy playing roulette.”

Mr. Sweet gave a hearty chuckle, clapping the other’s shoulder. “I’m well aware. You never left my side during nights like those.”

“It’s my job, after all.” Mordecai gave a single, firm nod. Mr. Sweet gave him a genuine grin, and Mordecai’s expression finally broke out into a small smirk. It quickly faded into a nonchalant expression as he gazed forward. He pursed his lips tightly, keeping himself silent. The news of murder circulated in his thoughts, turning cogs in his head as he began to wonder who Marigold was dealing with…

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The poor man had no idea what hit him.

Roberto stole each kiss from Silas, being lured away into a pool room, tucked away into a further corner of Hotel Maribel. Silas giggled at Roberto, stroking his chin as he pressed him against the pool table.

“Ah, damn…” Roberto let out a shudder, feeling Silas’s hands rove across his chest. Silas gave a crooked grin, baring his sharp fangs.

“You like that, don’t you?” He chided, bringing his lips closer to Roberto’s neck. Roberto let out a shriveling moan, leaning into the bite.

“Y–yes…” He admitted softly, gently. He hastily gripped onto Silas’s top, but Silas guided the hands away.

“Nah–ah–ah…not until you had a drink. Just one more: for me?~” Silas stroked Roberto’s chin, then strutted away to shut the double doors, then sauntered over to a drink cart. Roberto slumped against the pool table, letting out a small, unheard whimper. Silas kept his back turned, hiding the fact that while he was pouring Roberto his favorite gin, the Savannah Cat slipped in poison. No…

…he poured in cyanide. Yet Roberto was too blinded and a bit too drunk. Silas hummed a haunting tune, slipping the cyanide bottle into his pocket, then swung himself around, holding Roberto’s whiskey and giving it to him, gently caressing his shoulder.

“Drink up,” Silas hummed, “we don’t want you to get parched~” He planted one last kiss on his mouth, then strutted to get a pool stick. He got a chalk cube, chalking the cue slowly, deliberately, gears shifting in his head as he heard the ice clink against the glass when Roberto took a drink of the gin, the gentle gulp or two. Silas’s ears flicked at the sounds, and he grinned deviously: the cyanide would later take place…

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“Peekon?”

Mordecai’s eyes snapped open, and his head whipped up. When did he fall asleep…? How did he let this happen? He was scolding himself…until he realized and felt the gentle draping of a jacket over him. He met yellow eyes and slit pupils, his shoulders dropping at the sight of Serafine. He gave a deep frown, sitting up slowly in his chair. He massaged his temples with his fingers, muttering something incoherently.

“I thought I locked the door.” He then brought up.

“Ya didn’t…I guess dat you felt too tired.” Nico chimed in. Mordecai stared at the Savoy siblings with dulled eyes. He gently took off the jacket, realizing that Serafine was wearing only her red undershirt, with her necklace of bones dangling almost elegantly…in a haunting manner. Ah…said jacket was hers.

“Which is rather indecorous of me, considering the current work location and time.” He handed it over to her, though a glimpse of gratefulness flashed through those olive eyes of his, before quickly fading.

“Mmh, you an’ your fancy words…don’ you get a bit tired of keepin’ all dat up, chér.” Nico gave a quick eye roll. There was a gentle clink of a mug on Mordecai’s desk, with a nice scent wafting into the trio’s senses.

“...did…” Mordecai stared at the mug of tea, his favorite, no less: Earl Gray. He eyed it skeptically, pursing his lips tightly.

“We listen, chér. No matter how much talkin’ you do, we listen .” Serafine slid the mug over more, just slightly. Mordecai blinked.

“...that’s rather unusual, coming from you and Nico.” His fingers curled around the handle of the mug, and he brought it over cautiously. “...no pranks? No Winchester sauce poured in as one of your practical jokes?” He raised a brow, smelling the fragrance: it was the usual, subtly citrusy scent, and his shoulders noticeably dropped. He felt relaxed, at least a bit more. Though he is going to be fuming if he finds that damn sauce in his tea… again. So reluctantly, he took a sip…and it tasted good. He was in pure shock. “...my apologies. I assumed before I found out.”

“No apologies, we don’ need any.” Nico shrugged it off. Mordecai took another sip, and he sighed, setting the cup down and he took off his pince–nez, rubbing his eyes with two fingers.

“...what are you doing here, anyhow? Don’t you have to attend your cult with…your chicken.” Mordecai used hand gestures. Nico and Serafine shared a fit of laughter, ringing through the tuxedo cat’s head.

“We’ve been stuck wit’ Mr. Sweet, jus’ like you, chér.” Serafine then slid her arms through the sleeves of her jacket, now adjusting how it felt.

“That’s rather unfortunate.” Mordecai deadpanned.

“Someting we can both agree on.” Serafine raised her brows slightly.

“A shocker.”

“Oh don’ tink dat you’re better than me.”

Both of them gave each other withering glares, with Nico staring with a somewhat wide–eyed stare. Serafine cracked a genuine grin, her eyes squinting: showing that she was thoroughly and honestly enjoying the banter she and Mordecai had going on. Mordecai gave a smirk, raising his own brows out of surprise.

“Hm. I wasn’t the one who carved a loa into someone’s chest.” He held a hand up. Serafine flicked her knife out, pointing at Mordecai as she watched his eyes narrow, and his tail fluff up in alarm.

“...hm. You learned a ting or two.” Nico hummed. “Dat’s a start.”

“Mhh, I suppose.” Mordecai swished around the tea in his mug. The office was quiet, now…despite the literal embodiments of chaos known as the Savoys standing directly in front of him. He couldn’t help but feel enlightened…barely.

The three heard footsteps, rushed, panicked even. Mordecai quickly moved to answer the door, and noticed how Mr. Sweet was now in front of him. There was an uncanny look of urgency in his boss’s eyes, and that meant something awful happened. Mr. Sweet put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a bit.

“...there’s another victim of homicide, Mordecai.” He kept his voice lowered. Immediately, Mordecai let out a small noise of disturbance, then he gave a firm nod, pulling out his M1911 and gripping it tightly. Serafine’s head whipped to face the other two, as they rushed out of the room. She followed with curiosity eating at her, quickening the pace with her brother by her side.

“How did this happen?” Mordecai kept himself collected, being led by Mr. Sweet.

“Nobody knows what exactly happened…but there’s…” A look of disgust crossed Mr. Sweet’s face. Mordecai bit back the urge to grimace, but he continued forward.

“Peekon, what’s goin’ on?” Nico walked by the tuxedo cat, and Serafine wasn’t too far behind.

“Murders have been going on in the hotel. It’s becoming apparent that we are a target to this predator.” Mordecai took a sharp left, and the faint smell of vomit wafted into his nostrils. He let out a growl, ears pinning on his head as he reared back, bringing his arm to his nose and mouth, turning his upper body to face the other direction as he halted in front of closed double doors. He was missing the scent of his tea now.

“Ugh, what crawled up an’ died in dere?!” Serafine let out a quiet retching noise, suppressing a gag. Mr. Sweet swallowed thickly, then shoved open the doors to the secret pool room. When he showed the Marigold Trio what was causing such odors, it was apparent now. Crystal clear, and it made Mordecai’s stomach twist into knots.

(TW: blood, vomit and gore below!)

“What the hell?!” Serafine backed up, jerking away violently as she hit the back of a lounge chair. Nico reached for her, his ears pinning against the back of his head. His eyes were widened. The horror scene in the pool room. Blood splattered on the floors, but that’s not all. A pool stick was stabbed into Roberto’s right eye as he slumped against the wall. Vomit was on the floor, nearby his feet, and bits and pieces of bile caked the corners of his mouth. His mouth was open, as if he was trying to gasp for air before he was killed. His face was slightly tainted with blue and purple, due to suffocation. Cartilage from his stabbed eye stuck out and curled around the pool stick in a disgusting fashion, occasionally dripping blood or sloppily falling onto the floor in pieces.

(TW: blood, vomit and gore warning over!)

“Son of a…” Nico trailed off. Then, his brows creased as he tilted his head to the side: confusion crossed his face. He had no clue who was going this far to take such measures to massacre people like this. Serafine looked concerned more than she had ever seemed: her brows were angled, she dug her heel into the ground and planted herself. Mr. Sweet was tapping his foot rapidly, sweat beading his forehead over the situation and how there was, yet again, another murder in his hotel…and for the first time for the elaborate triggerman, hatchetman, ferocious shadow of Mr. Sweet, Mr. Mordecai Heller…

…his gun slipped out of his hand and hit the floor, and the world went silent and deathly still.

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spicywarl0ck · 1 month

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So this is not Dragon Age related at all, but I dared to come out of my shell because I got inspired by playing DbD with my friend @fiannans and I ship the new survivor Sable Ward so hard with Mikaela Reid! it was a perfect opportunity to combine my long wanted want to write f/f again, and to try something new at the same time. So here is a snippet, and it's going to be a small 2 chapter work that won't reach more than 3K probably x3 Pairing: Mikaela Reid/Sable Ward Fandom: Dead by Daylight Rating: T (eventually turning E in chapter 2)

She’d never forget the terrified look on Sable’s face when she felt the icy chill of the fog dragging her away.

Her hand had reached out for her long-time friend, a silent scream on her lips as she realised she’d never be able to utter the three words haunting her mind for so long. She got dragged away without ever getting the chance to say ‘I love you’ to the person meaning the most to her.

And now it was too late.

Mikaela woke up alone in an unfamiliar place, scared and haunted by the worst horrors and nightmares. Sable would have enjoyed it here. She’d enjoyed facing the most gruesome killers each day, fighting them match after match.

There was no mercy at this place, where either survival or death was the only escape. And even that didn’t last long before everything started again.

It was an endless loop, trapping her and countless other souls within this wicked game. They’d never get to go home and never be able to say their final goodbyes to their families and friends.

I love you. Mikaela thought about those words often, always seeing the haunting face of Sable whenever she got a moment to think for herself.

How long had it been since she disappeared that one Night on Halloween? She didn’t know the answer. The people might have forgotten about her, and maybe even Sable had moved on by now.

She’d give everything to see her again, even if it would be just a second.