#spooked Elias

[valerian-insomniac]

Pose is a The Groom of gallagher mansion reference because Elias is a sweetheart.

Sweet boye ⬇️

#a plush in time #a hat in time self insert #spook #the groom of gallagher mansion #tgogm #elias gallagher #prince royal #valentines day

[drvscarlett]

About You Pt6

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

A/N: okay so the draft did not save itself that's why i made a quick edit and just post this one. I hope you enjoy this

Taglist: @spideybv28@randomcuboidshape @mehrmonga @casperlikej @cliosunshine @honethatty12 @randomgirlnumber-13 @sugyomama @ririyulife @skywalker1dream @vicurious28 @khaylin27 @0710khj @its-elias-world @vizzzashley @allisonwoods

2010, Interlagos

"Honey we have to stop meeting like this" Jenson grins as he opens his hotel room.

Y/N immediately wrapped her arms around the British driver. Media be damned but she was extremely worried about Jenson when she heard what happened. She couldn't stop messaging people to ask him if he was okay or what. Even Mark has been worried when she told him what happened.

"Are you okay? You aren't hurt or anything?" Y/N asked worriedly.

"I'm alive and well"Jenson said, closing the door "maybe a little bruised ego from not being able to compete for the championship"

"Oh championship be damned Jense, you almost got kidnapped"Y/N exclaimed

Jenson could only chuckle. He admits he was a bit spooked by what happened but it is what it is. However, he was extremely grateful that Y/N has been worried enough to check up on him and assures that he is okay.

"Just join me for a little drink and lets talk about our day"Jenson suggested "Wine, beer, whiskey?"

"Beer would be fine" Y/N answered.

For all the times that Jenson have gone drinking with Y/N, he knows that her preference was more on wine. He could never forget it because who else than Y/N orders a wine on a bar or a nightclub.

"Tough day?" Jenson wondered

"Not as bad as being kidnapped" Y/N drinks up.

"Touché"

The two friends conversed for the night. Jenson opened up how it felt for him that he isn't able to extend his championship streak. He was not at all disappointed because he performed well and he just missed it out with this race. Y/N is a good listener and became a good support for Jenson.

"What about you? You are in for the big race on Abu Dhabi"Jenson diverted the attention to the female Webber "The big question is who are you supporting"

"I'm neutral"

Jenson looked at her as if she grew two heads. He shook his head as he took a sip of his beer.

"Oh c'mon your brother might win and you are still neutral about it?" Jenson questioned

"Well if you must know my bestfriend is also competing, Lewis is also competing and Fernando is also there" Y/N stated

Jenson raises his eyebrows in a teasing manner. He is not blind and he does not fall for the lies that Y/N is not choosing a side because she is friends with everyone competing. Y/N refuses to take a side because of the 'bestfriend.'

"You know its going to be historic, four drivers vying for a championship" Jenson informs "I think this is the first time that this happened"

"A lot of pressure for those wanting to win" Y/N agrees.

"You are feeling it all Y/N?" Jenson asked.

Y/N could just give out a sigh as a response. She knows that she won't be sleeping well with the whole thing happening. Its bound to happen that someone will not be fast enough and lose. Then there is also the possibility that someone will win the race and be crowned as champion.

With everything down the wire, no one could predict what will happen.

"You have to make a choice you know" Jenson reminded "What if Mark wins, what if Sebastian wins?"

"We can't have them both as world champions?" Y/N joked

"Maybe for different seasons"Jenson offered.

It was impossible for either of the driver to secure that. Given how the things are in Red Bull. They will favor whoever brings them the first championship and then place the other as their second driver.

"Y/N its just going to be much more difficult after this"Jenson straightforwardness sobered Y/N up a little "You have to stay strong and pick a side"

"I don't want to pick a side Jense, they both deserve a championship"Y/N stays firm "They are both incredible and fantastic drivers. If one of them wins, I'll be happy but I know my heart also aches for the one who misses out that championship"

This was the thing that Jenson admired about Y/N. She is supportive and loyal like that, its quite rare in the field. He gave her a comforting hug as they continue drinking their woes away.

2010, Yas Marina

It was early morning of the qualifying day when Y/N received the email. She was very much surprised upon receiving the email because she had to blink a couple of times to make sure that she is reading it correctly.

From: McLaren Racing

Subject: Job vacancy.

"Oh I am so gonna kill you for this Jense"Y/N muttered.

One of the discussions during their drunk night in Brazil was that the possible solution to Y/N's problem is moving teams. Jenson suggested that there might be some vacant jobs in McLaren before the winter season begins.

And now this conveniently timed email that Y/N has been highly recommended by several employees for the position of Press Officer makes one think that Jenson took that advice seriously.

"Are you decent?" couple of knocks interrupted her "Can I come in?"

"Come on in Mark"

Mark has two cups of coffee in hand. He was already dressed and ready for his paddock appearance. Y/N could just chuckle at the role reversal because usually she was the one who is already dressed while Mark is the one begging for five more minutes to prepare.

"One brown sugar shaken espresso with 3 pumps of toffee nuts"Mark recited proudly.

"You remembered?"

Y/N was in glee as she takes in the cup of coffee. It was a kind of morning that really needs a coffee to help her throughout the day.

"No one drinks coffee as sugary like that, only you" Mark snickers.

"I just like my coffee sweet"Y/N defends.

Mark ends up sitting at one of the chairs. Y/N could read how his expression is a mix of confidence but deep down there is some kind of worry that he is trying to hide. It must be the championship nerves getting the best of him.

"You nervous?"Y/N asked her older brother.

"Its my only chance for a championship. It feels different" Mark answered.

Y/N wanted to say that its not true and there will be plenty of more chances in the start of a new season. However,she knew that this is the closest shot that Mark has to the championship ever since he entered Formula 1.

"I spoke to Sebastian last night" Mark brought it up.

The younger Webber immediately looked up with wide eyes. She knew that the two haven't been in speaking terms except when they have to or forced to talk with each other.

"We talked about you" Mark expanded.

"Me? Why am I even brought up into the conversation?"she was confused.

"Same question but it was Sebastian that first approached me" Mark explained "He talked about how win or lose, we should not put you into a bad spot because you are both important to us"

There Sebastian goes again making her heart skip a beat. Its these little things that mainly causes her to feel deeper and deeper for the German driver. Y/N felt really touched that despite the intense rivalry, he still cares.

"And I know I thought about it all night how I'm really making things difficult for you. So thanks for sticking up with me and I'll try to be much more easier to handle" Mark concludes.

"Oh brother" was all Y/N could say before hugging him.

It felt nice for the both of them that they have each other in the sports. Its the same reason why Y/N cannot answer the offer of Jenson to move into McLaren. If she leaves then how could she be there for her brother?

"Seb really cares a lot about you"Mark informs.

"He is just being a good....bestfriend" Y/N rebutted but she seems unconvinced with her own answer.

Mark knew that Sebastian has a big sense of pride. But whenever, Y/N comes to the picture then he will immediately melt. Mark could only chuckle because Y/N has no clue of the chokehold he has over Sebastian.

"Oh I think you are thinking too little about yourself"

"What is that supposed to mean?" Y/N wondered

It was not Mark's business to play cupid. If Sebastian had the balls then he would have asked her without his help. He just gave a grin as he exited the room.

"Don't be late"Mark teased

"MARK WHAT DOES IT MEAN?"

Meanwhile, Sebastian is early to arrive at the paddock to avoid the media asking plenty of questions. He wanted to be stress-free today since he needs to put all his focus to this race because this is his chance to win the championship. He will be damned if he lets this slip by.

At the moment, he is sitting at the cafeteria which seems to be deserted by the crowd. He was enjoying his peaceful breakfast when a man in orange sat next to him.

"How are you feeling buddy?" Jenson asked too energetically for Sebastian's opinion.

"For a man no longer fighting for the championship, you seem more excited than me" Sebastian joked.

"Oh don't tell me you are nervous" Jenson teased "The Sebastian Vettel is nervous?"

Sebastian rarely gets nervous but this is one of those instances that he really feels the nerves getting the best of him. He finds it really out of his character. There is this heavy feeling in his chest that he may emerge victorious or a complete failure after this race.

"Don't tell anyone but you have my vote of confidence" Jenson whispered.

It was a bit of a boost to hear it from the 2009 World Champion, Sebastian gave him a quick hug which Jenson accepts. It was due to this closeness that Jenson noticed the silver necklace hanging on his neck.

A mischievous grin replaced Jenson's face as he knows there was only one person in this paddock that has that necklace.

"That's Y/N, isn't it?" Jenson snickers.

Just like that, the feeling of embarrassment spread in Sebastian's face. He was not embarrassed by the gift but rather he feels a little shy about anyone seeing his little lucky charm. He tucks it inside safely inside of his shirt.

"It is" Sebastian answered,playing it cool "How did you know?"

Knowing the dating history of Y/N and Jenson, he can feel a little green monster forming at his shoulders. Jenson must have been well-acquainted with Y/N that he paid close attention to notice details such as her necklace.

"Mate, when are you going to ask her out? It's been ages" Jenson asked.

"Excuse me?"

Sebastian was not expecting that. He immediately downed a water to hide his surprise.

"Don't tell me you still haven't made a move even after everything?"Jenson asked.

Jenson knew that Sebastian was someone very dear to Y/N. He had spent enough time with Y/N o figure out that its always the Webber family, Sebastian Vettel, Red Bull, then everyone else. That was how the list of priority of Y/N goes.

"She doesn't like me like that" Sebastian lies even though everything from that drunk confession still replays in Sebastian's head.

"You know what, if you win the championship then go and ask her out" Jenson challenged.

"Now you are putting even more pressure on me"

"C'mon now!" Jenson was exasperated "I'm not even accepting any cash prizes, just name your first child after me for being a good wingman"

"I'm gonna ignore you now Button" Sebastian's nonchalantly ended the conversation.

"Sebastian you can win the championship and the girl!" Jenson convincingly shouts.

Sebastian just gives him a shrug as he continues to eat. He smiles at the thought that maybe he will try Jenson's advice.

Victorious Vettel and a missing team mate.

Congratulations to the amazing drive of Sebastian Vettel which made him victorious from the four-way championship. He also boast two records with one being the youngest WDC champion and the other being Red Bull's first driver champion.

While celebrations are happening, it was evident that there was the absence of the Webber siblings. Mark Webber was seen congratulating Vettel the minute that they stepped out of the car. However, Mark wasn't seen after that and even in the parties. Also absent was Y/N Webber, dubbed as Sebastian's bestfriend. She was spotted in the Red Bull garage but she was absent as well during the celebrations.

Is there trouble brewing with the Webbers against the new world champion?

Seb: Hey, where are you? I have been looking for you everywhere Seb: Y/N are you there? sent by 8pm Seb: I'm going to the club with the team. I hope to see you there sent by 9:34 pm Y/N: Hi Seb! Congratulations with your WDC!! You know that I always believed that you will be a champion one day! I'm really really so happy and so proud of you. Y/N: I'm really sorry if I couldn't be there. I fainted around lap 45 but not to worry, its just my sugar levels. My phone went dead last night and I wasn't able to reply and congratulate right away. I'm really sorry. sent by 11:22 am Seb: Hey, I'm glad to hear you are okay. I just woke up from a massive hangover. I wish you have seen the party Seb: BTW, I have something to tell. Are you still at the hotel? sent by 2:06 pm Y/N: Oh, me and Mark took an early flight back to Melbourne. Parents were a bit worried. sent by 5:44 pm Seb: Okay see you. Y/N: What do you mean see you???? Seb: :)))))))))))))))))

It might be the high from winning the championship or maybe its the alcohol in his system but Sebastian was sure of his decisions.

Clothes are haphazardly thrown into the luggage while he conducts a quick sweep of the essentials he might need. He sent a quick text to everyone that might be needing him. As far as he knows, he has some time off before resuming with his media duties and such.

He is going to Australia.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel angst #sebastian vettel fluff

[donnabenevientosimp]

Donna with wendigo s/o who gets hurt after meeting her family

Tags: description of violence, gore, blood all the good stuff, fluff, comfort, reader is a protective wendipuppy for Donna, reader is based off of two forms of Elias Ainsworth, gn!reader, Donna's scar is based off of the one I drew

Based off of these suggestions, this one got long bc I couldn't help myself 😂

To put it plainly, you are a wendigo. You were able to use magic to take a human appearance. You had the skull of a wolf, with slight corkscrew horns belonging to that of a goat's, the cheekbone of your wolf skull curved downward, adding an illusionary second set of horns. You had glowing Y/C eyes that were medium sized dots, the sclera of your eyes pitch black. You had fluffy, well kept, black fur with white hair that seemed to flow over half your face and down to your mid shoulders. You had wolf ears and a large fluffy tail as well, bones curved around your chest and hips, you had humanoid wolfish hands and digitigrade wolf legs. You allowed yourself to remain in your true from around Donna, a dollmaker who was also a Lord. She found you one day in the snow, you were tired from wandering the forest for weeks, in search of food. She took you in when no one else would. She taught you how to live as a human, you learned of your magical abilities living with her. She drew how she saw you in human form and detailed it with beautiful colors, ever since then, that picture was used as the reference for your human shape you took. You were attached to Donna almost instantly after she saved you. Once you two started talking, well you talked at first and she wrote her responses on paper which you didn't mind. Eventually Donna started opening up more and more as time slowly went on, you realized she was very shy and timid in nature, no thanks to her past. You slowly started falling for her, how could you not? She was a beautiful, kind and creative soul. She loved people and things in her own special way, and boy did she love hard. You always were mindful of your height and horns, choosing to shrink your height a few inches so you wouldn't ruin the beautiful mahogany wood that was her manor. You didn't really know how to interact with Angie at first, finding her intriguing but knowing she acted like a child, that was all you knew. You never knew how to handle children, so you merely played along to what Angie wanted to do.

As your bond with Angie grew, Donna noticed and started falling in love with you even more. You and Donna have been together for almost a year, but she had never once shown you her face. You would always bump the front of your mouth to the side of her head gently as your special way of kissing her head. Donna found it endearing, knowing that you knew she preferred your original form. She would always softly squeak whenever this happened, being caught off guard in a good way and it also still flustered her because she was still trying to learn that she is indeed lovable. Donna had decided to show you her face, she sat you down in the living room and wrung her hands together. "Donna?" You said softly, taking her hands gently. "Whatever it is, I'm always going to stay here, with you," You said and she nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. Donna slowly took her hands away and raised them to her veil, clutching it tightly out of nervousness. She slowly brought up her veil, revealing beautiful pallid skin, a dark purple scar that twisted and curved, taking most of the right side of her face and stretched out to her nose. You merely sat there, admiring her dark grey eyes and her face, your tail thumping against the couch and mahogany floor. "You're beautiful," you breathed out softly, completely in love with her all over again. "How could you say that? I'm a monster," Donna said softly and you slowly stood up to not spook the already uneasy woman. You gently knelt down in front of her, cupping her cheeks as you looked her in the eyes. "Donna, I've fallen in love you all over again. That portrait does nothing to capture the beauty before me," you said and tears welled in her eyes at your heartfelt and truthful words. She saw the way you looked at her, now clearer as it wasn't behind her veil's obscure view. Donna noticed the way your tail was wagging and hitting the floor and nearby table. Donna smiled at that and your tail sped up, seeing her beautiful smile. "I love you Donna, and I'm happy I got to see your face. If you still wish to cover it, that's okay with me," You said and Donna nodded. Donna then pressed her lips to your teeth where your mouth would be. "I love you, Tesoro, thank you for being so sweet and understanding," Donna said and you nodded. "Is it alright if we cuddle and tomorrow...I can introduce you to my sister and nieces?" Donna asked and you nodded, taking your human form. "I would love nothing more, my love," You said with a smile.

Donna had gently peppered your face with kisses to wake you up. You tiredly opened your eyes and smiled at her. "Good morning, my heart, did you sleep well?" You asked and she smiled and nodded. "I did, how did you sleep?" Donna asked. "Perfectly, I had my heart held close to me all night," you said and she blushed and kissed you. "Let's get dressed for the day, I will phone my sister of our arrival and then we shall head out," Donna said and you nodded, kissing her once more, knowing she would put the veil back on soon. After getting dressed and Donna calling her sister, you set out for the castle, Donna holding Angie in one arm as her other arm looped around yours. The three of you arrived at the castle in about 15 minutes thanks to the shortcut Donna knew of. The door was opened by a maid who ushered you in and you entered with Donna. The maid brought you to the main hall where a very tall woman sat in a large chair. Her very presence made you stand on edge, she was very powerful, someone you knew not to cross, ever. On her left stood two young women, one with yellow eyes and brown hair, the other with red hair shaved on the right side and she had a gold eye and a blue one. On the woman's right, stood what you assumed was the eldest daughter, she too had yellow eyes like her mother and sisters, but she had blonde hair. "Donna, it's so lovely to see you," the woman smiled, fangs glinting in the light. "Alcina," Donna said with a small nod, leading you to sit on the couch across from the tall woman. You sat down next to Donna. "Alcina I would like you to-" "You're my sister's paramour are you not?" Alcina cut Donna off causing you to growl lowly at that. "Oh? You aren't human," Alcina smiled. "Don't speak over Donna," you growled protectively. "Love, it's okay," Donna said and you growled softly and huffed. "I won't tolerate anyone, let alone your sister, speaking over you," you huffed and she smiled behind her veil, putting a hand on your thigh. "Alcina, yes? Donna hasn't told me much about you except that you're a Countess. Whatever that is. My name is Y/N, Donna's partner," you said and she nodded. "These are my daughters Bela, Cassandra and Daniela," Alcina said, gesturing to each of her daughters. "A pleasure to meet you three," you said with a smile. "Wait, aren't you going to-" Angie's mouth snapped shut due to Donna's powers. "Angie, hush," Donna said. "Now that introductions have been done. Tell me, Y/N, how did you meet Donna?" Alcina asked. "Tsk, Alci," Donna chastised her sister but you stared Alcina in the eyes, knowing you were challenging the powerful woman but you couldn't care less, she insulted your love. "She took me in when I was near death and nursed me back to health. I stayed with her as I had nowhere else to go," you said. "I see, has she shown you her deformed-" you stood up, growling at her loudly as you dispelled your human shape. You grew in size, smoke coming out from your mouth as you snarled at the woman. "Her what now?" You said, growls emanating from deep within your chest, your voice deepened from the size of your body. "Donna's sister you may be, but I will not tolerate you, her supposed sister, talking about her like that. You have no right to speak Alcina, you reek of blood and death. I am not talking about the scent of dead maids either. You yourself reek of death, a corpse like you should keep their mouth shut when they don't know their place," you snarled. The daughters hissed at you and you looked down at them. "You three are all bark and no bite. I could eat the three of you for a light breakfast," you cackled, your eyes glowing brightly, a tinge of red in them.

"What are you?" Alcina asked, now standing up. "A wendigo," you replied. Her eyes widened as she looked at you, then at Donna. "A w-wendigo...," Alcina said in shock and slight fear for her sister. "They're harmless Alci, unless they feel I've been threatened. They're quite the protector too," Donna said, you felt her eyes on you. Your tail thumped against the floor as your heartbeat picked up at her words. You'd be blushing if you were in your human form. Your ears twitched as you heard some rustling outside the castle grounds. You heard the sound of metal clicking, the flash of a memory of a gun being cocked before it was shot and a bullet hit you. You immediately transformed, your two vines of thorns sprouted from your back as your stomach hollowed inward and your rib bones grew thicker and outward. You grabbed Donna, pulling her and Angie into your hollowed stomach, your ribs moving to shield her as a gunshot rang out. The bullet hit you, then another and then four more. Your blood dripped onto the tile as you snarled, your vines swishing slightly around the air. "Get them," came Donna's soft command and you sprung into action. You gently pushed Donna down to use the couch as cover. You launched your body forward, crossing the distance between the hunters and you within seconds. Multiple gunshots rang out as you slashed away at the hunters, killing each one. You made sure they suffered before killing them. You then transformed back to your usual form, staggering your way to the castle. You got back to the main hall, breathing a sigh of relief as Donna wasn't hurt. Donna immediately stood up, noticing the extent of your wounds and started shaking. She walked over to you but you fell down, face first onto the tile floor as you blacked out.

Waking up you saw Donna lying on you, her hands clutched your fur tightly. You gently brought your hand up and brushed your fingers through her hair. You felt your mouth watering and immediately moved the two of you so you hovered over her. Donna woke up and looked at you, only to see your mouth open, salivating as you were whining. You clamped your jaw shut and moved to the corner of the room farthest from Donna. "Donna, are you alright?" Alcina came into the room and your head snapped to her. A low growl left you and you shook your head. "Alci, I need either Sanguis Virginis or fresh meat, now," Donna said and Alcina looked at you. You were scratching at your skull and growling. Alcina realized how much self control you have to not attack her sister, to instead stay near her as her presence comforted you, but even then you couldn't get near her. "Please...don't want to hurt Donna," you whispered. "Bela, bring me fresh meat now!" Alcina yelled and you heard buzzing pass by. You heard buzzing and saw a swarm of flies take shape in front of you to reveal Daniela. Daniela hugged you and you growled and whined. "Not safe...Firefly," you whined, your tail wagging slowly. "Unlike Donna, we can regenerate our limbs in an hour or so depending on how much was taken. In Donna's case it would likely take a week and she'd be unconscious for it too," Daniela said and you nodded, hesitantly reaching a hand out to her. Daniela smiled and grabbed your large hand, nuzzling her face into it. Your jaw unhinged itself, large amounts of saliva dripping from your mouth as you looked at Daniela. Bela entered the room and saw your mouth hung open, saliva dripping down to the floor as Daniela smiled at you and held your hand. You brought your other hand to cover your nose and mouth and started backing away into the corner as much as you could. "Am I not unsightly like this?" You asked and Daniela shook her head. "You're still the person I fell in love with, Tesoro. Your hunger is a side effect of your body healing, we know this," Donna said and you nodded. "Bela, hand me the bottle carefully," Daniela said and Bela walked over to Daniela and handed her a large wine bottle. "I'm going to open this and hand it to you, okay? Can you control yourself for a few seconds after I open it?" Daniela asked and you nodded hesitantly. Daniela removed the cork from the bottle, your senses were flooded with sweet wine and the delicious tinge of iron in the wine as well. You realized it was a blood wine and your tail thumped aggressively as you growled lowly, wanting sustenance. Daniela slowly held it out to you and you gently grabbed it from her before blocking her from getting closer with your large tail. You poured the wine down your mouth, swallowing each drop that came. Your form immediately changed to the one you were used to taking with Donna. Your jaw snapped back into place with a loud crack but it didn't hurt. You walked over to Donna and inspected her for wounds, finding none you nuzzled your mouth against her head gently. "I'm fine, Tesoro, you didn't harm me. I know you wouldn't," Donna said with a loving smile. You nodded, taking your human form, smiling at her. "I would rather tear my heart out than hurt you, love," you smiled and she blushed and kissed your cheek. "I believe we've had enough excitement for one day. Let's head home?" Donna said and you nodded, gently kissing her before handing her veil over. "Well, you passed my tests little wendigo, I approve Donna," Alcina smiled. "I wasn't going to stop loving them if you disapproved Alcina," Donna smiled before putting her veil on. "Let's go home, my heart, I think we're both overdue for some cuddling," You said with a smile and she nodded eagerly.

#donna beneviento x reader #wendigo!reader #alcina dimitrescu & reader #bela dimitrescu & reader #daniela dimitrescu & reader #this got away from me #this got long #oneshot #wendipuppy reader for Donna

[tokillamockingbird427]

random thought cause, why not:

i like to think logan & hesh pull out their phones/tablets to record anything just for the fuck of it. doesn’t matter if its on a mission or anything, they are pulling out any electronics they have on them just to record. fight? expect to see 2 phones up or a phone and a tablet up in the air. people arguing? same process. the only difference whenever logan and hesh are doing this is hesh is jumping up and down excitedly or has a face of pure joy(smiling or lightly giggling, this really depends on the how big the situation is) while logans stone faced.

since logan & hesh are probably the only gen z’s in the team besides the main 7(5) (everyones a fucking millennial…), i feel like whenever they do this they get shocked ass stares or laughter by the rest of the ghosts. do they record with shame? hell no, if anything its with no hesitation and so casually you need to do double turn to process what you’re witnessing. whenever they do this you can tell the difference between whos a millennial and whos gen z, especially since if you include rorke & elias, the oldest member is 53.

(the blackmail they probably have has to be INSANE.)

bonus:

hesh snatching logans tablet from where ever the man has it on him to record something cause 1) his phones dead or 2) he forgot it somewhere.

(logans using his own phone(if he has one besides his tablet) or hesh’s phone that hesh hasn’t realized he has cause logan put it in a different case that he stole.)

(i also forgot to give credits to a reddit story that inspired my last ask(i was rereading it for the 10th time and thought i gave credits, sigh.), but i will say that reddit story was sad though :( (i cant find it sadly). also, i decided that i will write the mama walker ask ! not sure when exactly cause well, yea…but i know its gonna be long as hell. (looking about like…7k-11k words or more if i dont get writers block or plan it out well.))

—🎧anon

Oh pleaseeeeee, this is hilarious. You seen that clip from the new Mortal Kombat where it pans over a lot of the characters and Johnny Cage is just filming whatever the hell they're staring at? It's that. And it's glorious.

Logan and Hesh realize the Ghosts think it's funny so they start pretending to record random ass things so the ghosties will get confused and come over to ask what's up. Logan and Hesh take the bit one step further by "recording" random ghosties to see how they react.

Merrick does the "Celebrity vs paparazzi" hand thing, Keegan will freeze up and look like a spooked deer, Kick will just start "posing sexy" (It's not sexy), so on and so forth with goofy variations for all of them.

The Johnny Cage behavior in question Via Brian Rocha on tiktok

Fun fact: In Ghost Stories (Ghosts opening mission) you can see people recording the rods as they're falling on San Diego.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #hesh walker #task force stalker aka the ghosts #beloved anon #🎧 anon

[dcartcorner]

*sobbing* siimooon my beautiful curious climbing child!! who has never done anything wrong ever!! if u Vast spooke him and he ends uo like elias istg if u de-climb my baby if you hurt my baby if you hurr my baby if you hurt my baby(ricky when i catch you ricky when i catch you ricky ricky when i catch you-) and dear god, if peter gets eyebags like eliAS IM SOBBING ALREADY NOOOO I THOUGHT THIS WAS FLUFF BUT YOUNTRICK EE ME AND ITS SAD AND THEY GET SPOOK3D

-knifecat face-

(it's okay, it's just little scares. the spooky boys will be just fine ^^) (or will they?) (aha no, no they will) (unless...)

#ask #tma #elsewhere au ask #for anyone genuinely concerned and or curious though #i do intend to keep it as much fluff as possible #for my own sake #i'll leave the true angst up to anyone else who wishes to explore the au

[constellationandcompendium]

Song - Pic - Saying Tag

Introducing: Elias Al-Karim

Thanks for @sunset-a-story for the tag and the welcome to the community! It was really interesting reading about their OC Reeve.

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

It only makes sense to start with Elias, one of the main characters of It All Falls Down (a book which could also be entitled Elias’s really bad, very not good week).

Song: Gasoline by Two Door Cinema Club

This song has Elias vibes on many levels, shadowy aesthetic and all. It could be interpreted as Elias’s struggle to become a better person, to break away from his past (and addiction), his habit of stumbling across things he shouldn’t have, and also his big “theme”, his difficulties taking responsibility for his actions and their consequences. 

I especially love the lines:

I keep my distance from the sparks and gasoline I’d start a fire all the same

Pic:

A cheeky picrew of Elias!

(Picrew link: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1533508)

Saying:

I’ve ended up with two lines here, one dialogue and other POV narration. The first is when Elias is approached by the ‘spooks’ as he calls them, right at the start of the book.

“We’ve become quite interested in you.” “I can’t imagine why.”

Here we see a fair amount of his character. He’s guarded, probing for information, and a little of his relationship with authority (not good). He’s also a little sassy, which I love, willing to stand up to people he sees as a threat. 

The other line is:

He’d rather deal with the crumbling brickwork and broken lift, than be accepted but living a lie.

This is Elias at his core, a man trying to find himself and his place in the world, wanting to break away from a troubled past but not truly being able to bring himself to because without it - who would he be?

No-pressure tags for some of the lovely folks who have welcomed me here! @hyba @emberlyric @mthollowell-writes @th3rdrealm @lonsdalewrite @chayscribbles

#writeblr #tag game #wip: iafd #original character #Spotify #Elias

[elysiumxii]

cont from here w/ @okajibana ft kang & bunny boy elias cuz i told u i'd do it

With a soft sigh Elias tugs the zipper on his fluffy hoodie a little higher up over his chin, until the cool metal sits against the underside of his nose and still he gives a shudder at the damp chill in the air as he sinks down deeper into it's fluffy embrace. His trainers pad through puddles as he trudges through the dark streets, planning on heading home, having left his friends some time ago at the arcade a few blocks back.

He's not a foolish bunny, Elias knows quiet streets could be dangerous at night but perhaps he was spurred by a little naïve belief that these were only really the woes of mortals. They were, after all, their own biggest threat. The familiar didn't have to worry about muggers with knives because he had magic, what he hadn't considered was that gang members and the desperate were not the only creatures that came out at night.

It's cold and he is eager to get home, there was blankets and ramen waiting for him! So he carries on, head lowered before he feels something at his back and his feet stop. Glancing back he lifts his face up and out of the hoodie and his eyes scan the quite, dark street behind him. Maybe he'd imagined it . Even those with magic could get spooked by the dark. It isn't until he turns back, intending to pick up the pace, that he notices movement ahead of him.

Slowly his eyes widen as he watches the figure step closer to the orange beam of the street light, still obscured by the darkness that seems to cling to him, but the voice is no less clear. Deep, rumbling, and with an almost mocking cruelty to it. His master? Elias takes a shuffled slide back of one leg as he realises this man, this... thing, knew exactly what he was.

He doesn't have a master, he's an unbound familiar and there was no one who he could call to swoop in and save him. "Don't come any closer... or I'll call him" he tries to yell back and sound assured, but his voice is a little high pitched and panicked. He can only hope his bluff works. The bluff of a powerful sorcerer, willing to disembowel to protect his precious familiar. He wishes...

#replies;elias #okajibana

[undinegeist]

I fly all the way to the hotel, on the bus, through the cow-riddled fields I can’t see in the dark, until I’m flying through the lobby, already all the way up in his room in my head…until the valet stops me, tells me I need to check the front desk.

It’s not my thing, but sometimes shit gets broken…I always enjoy dealing with that sort of stuff, insist they come to me personally.

“What’s broken this time?” I act the bored chaperone part to get us off, but inside I’m almost always thrilled.

“Nothing.” He looks spooked. “He just left the key. Said he needs you in his room.”

“Is the pool open?”

“The pool?” His eyes widen; his accent slips, revealing he’s a little American in little England.

“Yeah. Is it?”

“It’s…it’s very cold.”

“Isn’t it heated?”

“We…we could heat it.”

“Cool…please, will you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Thank you.” I give my sweetest smile, all poison viper.

- xx -

“Hey.”

“Hey.” He hugs me, dressed less like a rockstar in something like yoga pants, knit sweater. “What took so long?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmmm. What about the pool?”

“They should be heating it up as we speak. Why the change in scenery?”

“Come check out the balcony, it’s sick. What did you have to do to get it done?”

“Sweet talking.”

He scoffs. “What did you really have to do?”

“Drop my knickers.”

He laughs. “Really.”

“Just had to say I wanted it…didn’t even have to say it was for you.”

“That hurts.”

“I know…couldn’t argue with him though, I like being boss.”

“You are always boss.”

“In all but name, not that I mind.”

He throws open the door, and wow: it is sick.

The view is all countryside, which means except for a few pinpricks of light in our vicinity, there’s nothing for miles and miles…and then there’s the tub, tucked in one corner, filling with water, about halfway.

“What took you so long?” I’m only teasing him as I test the water…it’s warm.

He doesn’t answer, so I turn to face him, to find that he’s flushed, unusually.

“I had to make a call.”

“Bugging Elias again?”

“Almost. Although…we can talk about that later.”

“Cool…are we inviting anybody up?”

“No?”

“Are you asking?”

“I thought it could be just us…I really don’t wanna deal with anyone else right now. Oh, and, uh…I had to give over both our keys so we could have this room free of charge. Do you hate me yet?”

“I could never hate you…especially not for this.”

“I was worried for about two seconds. What’s up with the tour schedule?”

“They set tonight’s show to two days from now, and I called down to the label so they can fix the dates on the rest of the tour.”

“Cool. Tell me what they change it to when it comes through?”

“Always. Now, who’s going first?”

“Ladies?”

“Fuck you.”

He laughs, takes off his shirt, jumps right in…getting covered in goosebumps where he’s out of the water.

I take pity, slipping out of my shorts and going in just my shirt, reaching to hug him.

“How are you always so warm?” He wraps himself around me the rest of the way, and I don’t make him let go, though it feels strange.

“The heat’s in my blood?”

“I was born someplace warm too, and I haven’t got that.”

“Luck of the draw, baby. Maybe yours was a cold year.”

“Is that how you think it goes?”

“Could be…or maybe it’s just a matter of choice.”

“Hmm. What’s that thing around your neck?”

“Secrets.”

“Secrets come in silver now?”

“Haven’t they always?”

“Yeah…”

It’s actually the ring, though now isn’t the time the way I thought it would be…I look up, up at the sky, and then we’re quiet, until my phone rings in my shorts.

“Shit…”

“Could be the front desk.”

“Wanna bet on who broke what?”

“Nah…you always win. Taking me for all I’m worth.”

“I don’t need a bet to do that.”

“My point exactly.”

- xx -

She rolls her eyes and slips halfway off the tub, bending to reach her shorts…I’m sure she’s about to fall over, so I reach to hold her waist…her underwear’s black, watersheer…how the fuck am I gonna tell her?

“Hi?” She’s already sliding back in next to me, careless as fuck, always.

“Oh, cool. Thanks. Take the…yeah. Oh, yeah…that’d be great. There’s no need to…yeah, slide it in. Thank you.”

“Slide it in?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Dirty fucker.” But she’s distracted. “They’re bringing the keys to the pool…wasn’t sure they’d actually do it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t think they heat it usually, and it’s up on the roof, maybe uncovered? They probably had to wake millions just to get it ready.”

“Or three people.”

“I’d hope for none.”

“You’re too nice.”

“You’re not too bad yourself.”

“Underneath everything else.”

“Yeah…”

“So…do you wanna go up now?”

“Yeah, might as well. Need to put on something else…don’t want to get a call about wet streaks in the hall.”

“I’d take it for you.”

But she’s gone, beelining for the closet, where I left her backpack…I stare at her as long as I can before making my way out of the water, closing the tub so we don’t have to start again, get undressed.

- xx -

She throws open the glass door, stripping immediately, jumping in before I can even get all the way out of my clothes.

“Is it cold?”

“No…stop being a pussy.”

“Fuck you.”

“Come over here and do it yourself.”

I give her what she wants, jumping into the water…it is warm, thank fuck.

She swims closer to me, reaches a hand out to play with my hair, laughing at the way it looks…I do the same to hers.

“Is it time for a cut?”

“Maybe…it’s getting a little long.” She slips her fingers around the edges, brushing my neck.

“What should I do next?”

“You know I’ll always say grow it long…but you should ask people again, it makes them feel like they’re part of the show.”

“I should grow it, just for you.”

Her eyes get distant, and that scares me so much, I start to slowly lose it, though I try not to show it.

“You’ll look great no matter what you do, J.”

“Maybe we should match.”

She laughs. “Last time I grew my hair long, I almost died.”

“Why?”

“It hurt…but the worst of it was that it became unbrushable.”

“I’d brush it if you let me…”

Her eyes are still drifting, distant, colder than the night air…until she stops, turning to look at me, swimming closer.

She stops inches away, and then wraps her arms around my shoulders, even as I get mine around her waist…

“I got you something…it’s…fuck, it’s so cheesy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“I’ve just said one of the cheesiest things of my life…that’s just us.”

She nods, slipping her fingers away; I hold her against me halfway, as she reaches behind her to unclasp the necklace she hadn’t been wearing earlier, taking it in her hand, before slipping something out of it.

“I know you’ve got tons of metal, so I wanted to get something different…the colors are boring, but still…”

She slips it into my hand, and I turn it over, accidentally pulling her closer, her fingers going across my back, along my neck…it’s a ring, black pink woven together, unlike anything I have.

“It’s…it’s great. Where…where did you get it?”

“Some country mall…I wove it myself. I used to have one of these a while back and because I was a hopeless useless romantic even when I didn’t want to be…I thought if I ever found someone I really liked, I’d make them one…and it couldn’t be metal, because that hurts, and it’s bad enough that you’re…that we’re doing whatever this is.”

“This isn’t bad.”

“Right now…but it has been. And I know I’m fucked, that I’m not easy.”

“I’m not, either. I don’t mind. This…no one’s ever given me anything like this…thank you, Y/N/N. I love it.”

It feels like barely a second, until we’re kissing, her breath mixing with mine, the two of us tangling together in the water…we stop, for barely a second, just long enough for her to slip the ring on my finger, and then I’m lying on my back on the pool steps, and she’s making her way over my chest, up and down until she’s down, just enough…I don’t know how, but she’s always ready, reaching into her shorts for a condom, sliding her tongue hard enough that I feel dizzy, lost…we don’t even talk, I couldn’t anyway; I only have to slip my fingers over her arm for her to slide up, slide in, legs around my waist, hair everywhere…I slip my fingers around her hips, sliding her underwear all the way down, slipping in slowly so I don’t hurt her…she pushes down, though, the rest of the way, and then we’re pressed chest to chest, and I’m kissing her.

“I love you so fucking much.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t need to…she bites my shoulder, and I come…finish her off, until we’re both on our backs on the steps, and I’m all the way under her, the only way to chase away the cold.

#american satan #johnny faust x reader #johnny faust #andy black x reader #andy biersack x reader #andy black #paradise city

[bees-of-chaos]

I think jon would lose his shit if he ever found out that there was a podcast just about all his pain and suffering that people listen to on the daily to feel good and get a little spooked

can you imagine someone telling him

yeah jon there's cute merch about the dread powers that have haunted you your entire life

yeah people ship you and Elias there's a ton of fanfics about it

oh and what's it called you ask?

The Magnus Archives

Idk I think he'd like spontaneously combust if he heard that

#no hate to anything mentioned just thought it would be rlly funny #like me fucking sitting in bed playing candy crush kicking my feet twirling my hair #listening to him talk about how eighteen people spontaneously all murdered each other #thinking haha silly archivist jon the archivist my silly little boy #going through a literal fear apocalypse was one thing #this is a whole fucking another #then again isn't that basically just what the web did #instead of me it was annabelle cane laying in bed kicking her feet twirling her hair listening to the silly archivist #thats canon #bees shitposting #jonathan sims #the archivist #tma #the magnus archives #magpod #I dont care how many walls this breaks its funny

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted Snippet: TMA x Malevolent crossover

Tim opened a book he shouldn't have, and now has the last remaining god in the universe stuck in his head.

In the process of dealing with that, he was marked by the Desolation - a Fear entity, based on rage.

He's turned - reluctantly - to the Magnus Institute for help.

There is a lot going on here.

Tim feels out of his league.

Maybe he is.

But he's unnervingly certain that he could still burn it all down...

(As always, snippet is unedited, tenses are screwy, etc. Still fun!)

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Bouchard is waiting for them. How about that.

The old woman looks disappointed. 

“Thank you, Gertrude,” says Elias. “Tim, if you please - right this…” He stops.

Stares.

“Interesting,” he murmurs.

“Are you sure you want to handle this?” says the murderous old bat.

“Yes, it’ll be fine. He’s not a danger,” says Bouchard.

He’s lying. You are.

Tim is not in a position to respond to that, but he wants to. With something. Probably sarcastic.

Except… Bouchard’s look.

“Jon,” says Bouchard, suddenly. “I will need to see you after this meeting. All right? Clear your schedule. It’s going to be a bit of a thing.”

Jon looks absolutely spooked. “Sure, of course, Elias. Right.”

“You’re not being fired,” says Bouchard, almost gently.

Lara “Gertrude” Croft looks highly suspicious.

“Right,” says Jon, glancing back and forth.

Then he flees.

Aww, Tim thinks. “That guy needs a movie night,” he says out loud.

Gertrude blinks at him.

“You know. With friends? A bit of beer, or something? Snacks? Everybody cozy in socks? Bras off?”

She stares harder.

“Right. Maybe you need one, too,” says Tim.

Bouchard clears his throat. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” Tim gives her his brightest smile.

She does not respond.

Well, now she’s a challenge.

Tim, warns Yellow, who could mean anything.

Bouchard waits, holding open his door.

Tim walks in.

Bouchard’s look has not changed. Thoughtful. Penetrative. He gestures to the seat across from the desk, and sits behind it, fingers steepled.

“You really make a guy sweat with a look like that,” says Tim.

“I’m glad to hear it,” says Bouchard like that wasn’t creepy. “And please - do call me Elias.”

“Sure,” says Tim.

“So you’ve had an adventure of some kind since I last saw you,” Elias says.

“Yeah. That old bat out there tried to kill me for no damn reason.”

She was rather aggressive, says Yellow.

Elias grants Yellow a little nod - not quite a bow, but a distinctly respectful movement.

Tim can feel immediately that it worked - that Yellow liked it, responds to it, maybe is weak to it.

Manipulation. It was manipulation.

Tim frowns a little.

“I must apologize for her, not that I have any control over her, really,” says Elias Bouchard. “The fact is that when it’s time to stop her, I’m going to have to kill her - but she makes a marvelous distraction in the meantime, doesn’t she?”

Tim gawks.

Yes… I see your point. And of course, she’s done so since before you claimed this body, am I right?

Tim gawks more, this time at himself. Or the one in his head, anyway.

Elias does that little bow again. “I see you don’t miss much.”

No.

“I am mindful of it.”

I’d guess… in the neighborhood of two centuries?

“Very good! Yes. I’m surprised one such as yourself would be aware of such mortal lifetimes.”

More manipulation. Because Yellow responds like a cat petted along its spine, arching its arse in the air.

I’ve had to pay attention to such things. Human bodies are… regrettably fragile.

Tim frowns this time, feeling the anger rising, trying to push it down. “Hey, old guys. I’m still here, you know,” he says, and can’t help himself, because "so young" feels like it must be branded on his forehead right now, guaranteeing he’s ignored. 

“Yes, and that is a perfect segue,” says Elias, smooth as fucking butter. “I don’t know what happened yesterday. I know Gertrude came back with her memory altered; I know whatever you got involved with raised a sort of… fog through which I could not see.”

Tim stares. “You were watching?”

“I watch everything I can, Mister Stoker,” says Elias, as though this is perfectly normal. “That is how I serve my patron. But I could not see what happened.”

Tim doesn’t care to tell him. Elias just rubs him wrong.

Chaos. That’s what happened.

“Fair enough. Unfortunately, there is one thing I do see: Mister Stoker… you have been marked.”

I had a feeling you could see that, says Yellow.

Tim feels… bad?

He hunches a little. It’s not a familiar feeling, this. He's not even sure "bad" is the right word.

“This does place me in an awkward position,” says Elias. “You have, in a manner of speaking, been claimed by a patron other than mine, and they tend to be… possessive.”

Yet you have not thrown us out, says Yellow warmly (because the manipulation seems to have worked), and Tim frowns just a pinch harder.

“Naturally. I’ve never seen anything like this - which means, I fear, that you are practically catnip for me.”

And the two old assholes laugh, and Tim has almost had enough.

(But should he have had enough?)

(Wouldn’t he be more patient with this nonsense, normally?)

“Right,” he says. “So. What do we do? Because Yellow here thinks we should hide, and I know fucking well that won’t work.”

“I have to agree with you, Mister Stoker.”

Tim rolls his eyes. “We’re all on first-name basis here, I guess. Tim.”

Elias does a little gracious nod - but it is not the same one he gave Yellow.

Tim knows the difference.

He’s angry.

“Fascinating,” Elias whispers, then - Tim can tell - focuses on Yellow again. “Will you forgive some prying? What is your actual name?”

“You don’t have to tell him,” says Tim.

I know. I’m weighing whether his aid is worth whatever price he extracts.

“I assure you, whatever ‘price I extract’ is going to be observation-based. That is, after all, what I’m all about.”

Weird.

Very weird.

Because Tim thinks Elias just lied.

There’s no reason for it. He can’t see any difference in face or body language.

But he’s sure Elias lied.

The anger bubbles, slowly simmering.

And Yellow… doesn’t seem to see it. I’ve had… various names.

Elias is looking so damned intense. “I would love to know. It might even help me refine my current thought on how to give you some… support.”

“I don’t know that we should trust you,” says Tim.

And is ignored.

Are they trying to make him mad?

Maybe they are. Maybe it’s test, two assholes playing a game, to see how he handles his weird, growing rage.

Tim licks his lips and barely keeps the lid on.

I see no reason to hold this back, Yellow decides.

“Yellow,” warns Tim.

I have been called Hastur. I have been called… the King in Yellow.

So that’s where the name came from! “Ah-ha!” says Tim.

Elias’ eyes light up like he just won the lottery. “Phenomenal,” he whispers. “Lord of Carcosa. Regaled in a gown of yellow, twice as tall as any man! Majestic, he glides over the ground to take his throne in lost Carcosa, for he is the king that was and shall be!”

Tim actually rolls his eyes. “Really? Fucking really?”

But that is not Hastur - Yellow’s - reaction. Yes.

“Well… I am, I will not lie, deeply honored,” Elias lies, and does a proper bow.

“You can’t be buying this,” Tim snaps.

Tim.

“No! He’s lying! Don’t you see that he is?”

What I see, Tim, is that he’s playing the game, as am I - and which you will have to learn if we are going to survive.

Oh, and now Yellow’s reprimanding him?

The metaphorical lid is beginning to bounce on the pot of Tim’s anger, clanging, jarring out of place with rising rage.

And Elias sees.

Tim knows that he sees.

Elias is enjoying this.

Rein it in, Tim tells himself, because this isn’t like him, this isn’t usual, he’s a patient man, he’s dealt with shit like this from shitty managers all in the past, this isn’t new, this… he doesn’t have to… he…

“Your self-control is extraordinary,” says Elias, softly. “I’m very impressed, Tim. And I appreciate it. I don’t particularly want to be burned - so I thank you.”

And that time, he wasn’t lying.

He did that on purpose, Tim thinks, struggling, because Tim was an idiot and revealed he could tell when Elias lied, and that smooth son of a bitch has already adjusted tactics.

Tim.

“What?” Tim snaps between clenched teeth.

Please.

Well, fuck, what was Tim supposed to do with that?

They’re both waiting to see what he does with that.

If I give in now, Tim thinks to himself, as clearly as he can, I’m destroying me, for no fucking reason, because Yellow won’t trust me anymore, and Elias won’t help. So come on, you. Pull it together.

He breathes slowly. Deeply.

Shuddering.

“You are remarkable,” says Elias. “I wouldn’t have guessed - forgive me.”

He is, says Yellow, as though he somehow fomented this himself.

“I think I hate you both right now?” says Tim.

“Fair,” says Elias. “And I apologize for putting you in the position we have - quite unintentionally, I assure you. I had not intended to make you feel in any particularly unpleasant way.”

Again - he’s telling the truth now.

Elias, Tim realizes, is a fucking dangerous piece of work.

“Okay,” says Tim.

You have an idea? says Yellow.

“I do. This is, of course, based on research and memories from those in my line going back some thousands of years. If I understand correctly, your current vulnerability is largely based on… well. Your host’s mortality.”

That isn’t… fully accurate.

“As opposed, let’s say, to possessing a body closer to what you had before?”

There are no bodies here closer to what I had before.

“What if one could be created? How would that affect your situation?”

Tim has no idea. “What, give him his own body? Separate us?”

There’s a long silence.

“So…” Tim prompts.

I need to… consider this. You say it as if there were a possibility of such a thing.

Elias’ eyes lid. It’s like he knows he’s hooked a fish, and can take his time reeling it in. “Well. You no doubt feel the… stored power of this place. That is because we collect artefacts. This particular hobby is not a new one. I may - theoretically - know of some deific flesh, carefully preserved in crystal. And I may - theoretically - know someone who could potentially use it to craft you a new body.”

“Why would you go to all that trouble?” says Tim.

“Because it will be an amazing thing to watch, and as things currently stand, you won’t live long enough to… ah. I apologize.”

“Scratch your itch?” says Tim, dry. “Get you the fuck off?”

“Something like that,” says Elias, who isn’t so easy to ruffle.

I need to think about this.

“Of course you do. Might I suggest you stay here until you do, though? No obligation, no payment - well, beyond watching you, which I will be doing anyway, no matter where you are.”

“Creepy,” intones Tim.

Elias shrugs like a prince.

Tim wants to hit him.

Keep it down, he tells himself. You’re not the rage. You not the… whatever the fucking wrath monster god thing. You.

And what would we benefit from it?

“Protection,” says Elias. “We are not, of course, impervious to invasion, but we are far safer than a hotel, or an apartment, or, gods forbid, the street.”

We aren’t alone, are we? says Yellow suddenly, and Tim can feel the fear lift its head, feel it spike right through all the smugness and preening and ego.

“No,” says Elias, almost gently. “Three agents I can see followed you here - two of the Corruption, who would devour you with mold, worms, maggots, disease; and one of the Desolation, who… well, to be frank, I don’t know what she’d do, given that you, Tim, are marked - but I assure you, she is not here on a mission of mercy.”

“You didn’t notice? I didn’t,” says Tim, softly.

I didn’t. Fuck.

“The offer remains.” Elias looks back and forth between Tim’s eyes.

He’s looking at them both. That’s what he’s doing. He even knows which fucking eye Yellow’s claimed.

We shall stay, says Yellow as though the favor being given is them gracing this place with their presence. 

Tim realizes with a shock that he isn’t sure his opinion is any good right now.

He’s too angry.

It’s not his rage.

But it’s… spilling into everything.

Tim has never felt unsure in his life. This is… a horrible feeling.

He wipes at his eyes, surprised to find them wet.

“Come.” Elias stands, not revealing whatever he thinks of this display, and heads for the door.

Are you all right?

Yellow… seems to mean it?

Can Tim trust that, either?

Yes. He knows he can. Whatever else is wrong with him, he knows he’s reading other people correctly, including Yellow. “Not really?”

I will do what I can for you once we are alone.

“Alone,” Tim scoffs.

Comparatively.

“Sure,” says Tim, and follows Elias Bouchard deeper into his spooky Eye palace.

#tma #malevolent #tma fic #malevolent fic #tim stoker #elias bouchard #king in yellow #kiy malevolent #fic in progress #wip #amwriting

[asterz-playz-official]

[Unwinding AU]

So after getting his heart completely shattered and stomped on by an evil magic infodump, Michael magic-mirror’s his way into storage and finds the web table shattered and splintered into pieces, wrecked beyond repair. There’s an axe on the floor near it, as if whoever had chopped up the piece of furniture had been spooked by something and run.

(OH ok so Jon must’ve gotten confused and tried to destroy the table cause he thought someone in the institute had been not-them’d. (Definitely thought it was Michael cause of the “stretched-out appearance” thing) and thus wound up releasing the thing. Or something, idk

Elias isn’t exactly gonna be thrilled by the fact that his golden boy is being attacked by a dangerous creature. Or maybe he is. He’s like that.

So while Michael’s standing in artefact storage, confused in a hundred different ways, Jon’s fleeing from a fucked-up creature that doesn’t have any face of its own.

Obviously, Jon's not a tactical thinker or planner, and isn’t exactly great when forced to make quick decisions, at least not at this point. Many of the doors are locked, and he winds up just getting turned right back around and finds himself in front of artefact storage again.

The thing’s laughter is still echoing down the hallway, and he remembers he’d dropped the axe in the room, so he ducks in to get it.

…running right into Michael, who’s startled, but very relieved to see him. Meanwhile, Jon’s just like “wait what???? How are you here?” Cause he still thinks michael’s the creature outside, an idea that is shattered almost immediately by the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

Michael is incredibly disturbed by the way the thing outside sounds, Jon’s entire worldview has been turned on its head, and there is a fucked-up not-person moving very fast towards their location.

Michael tries to get Jon to tell him what the hell’s going on, but jon just says something to the effect of “there’s no time”, and asks michael to get them out of there. Michael says he doesn’t know how. (Which actually isn’t a lie, by the way, because he’s genuinely unsure if Jon’s going to be okay in the weird hallways he’s got going on.) But Jon misinterprets it as stubbornness or some shit and is like “Just make- a- a door, or something- Just will you please get us OUT of here before it-”

It’s back, and they’re out of time. Hoping very much that this’ll work, Michael finally takes Jon’s arm and pulls them both into the strange mirror/door thing, out of the reach of the thing that definitely is not a person, nor has it ever been, and through the spiraling hallways they go, until Michael finds the right way out and they both go tumbling through, falling out into the catacombs under the institute.

Both of them are very much freaking out, though for slightly different reasons, and Michael finally takes the opportunity to properly get the information about what the shit that thing was and why it was chasing jon.

Jon basically says “I have no clue, I thought it was you”, (ouch), and proceeds to try and explain his reasoning, (EXTREMELY ouch). And michael’s just. Genuinely gutted, obviously, because… yeah… but he thinks he might understand what the thing Jon’s talking about is. Saying something like “If we’re both some kind of monster, then I suppose I should perhaps… be able to destroy it.” (OW)

So when the creature’s footsteps sound from somewhere down the hallway, Michael’s hand gently reaches out and pushes Jon into the mirror, telling him to run down through it and out the door at the end, just before the mirage-ish shimmer of the mirror dissipates and Michael is left standing there, facing the strange creature.

Just him, and another monster.

The not-them tries to turn around and run, but while its elongated form may make it faster, he doesn’t have to walk to get to wherever he’s going.

It isn’t easy to fight. Not as easy as he’d thought, at least. The thing’s appendages seem almost to move just out of the way of his slashes every time he tries to catch it with the sharp, knifelike fingers he so despises. It won’t stay still. It won’t stay the same shape.

And it won’t stop talking.

It seems to know exactly what to say. Everything it can think of to get him to falter, to wobble slightly, to give it an opportunity to try and sink its own claws into him. The way it was talking- it was as if it knew him.

He was losing.

This wasn’t getting anywhere, it was just going to end up killing him.

It wasn’t trying hard at all to win, either. It was just… faster. Smarter.

Laughing.

…Pathetic.

A red wave of anger and frustration flooded through him… and his eyes focused.

He swung, it dodged, and-

…stuck itself through on the talonlike blades of his left hand.

It gave a screeching roar of pain and anger, and slammed a misshapen fist into the side of his head, dropping him to the floor as spots danced in his vision and the world seemed to blur.

“So you’re the archivist, then… is that right?”

Michael tried to get up, stumbling back- only just getting missed by her swing as she tried to tear through his torso.

“Honestly, I thought Elias had better taste. What was he thinking? An archivist marked by the spiral? And not only that, but-” the thing cackled cruelly, in the sound of a thousand different voices. “-YOU! Of all the people… of all that he could have chosen, he decided to take the poor, distressed, loving little Michael… What… is he just going to use you as a funnel for power? Or are you his test dummy- oh, that’s perfect…” laughing “…Ohh… you poor, wretched little thing…” Its voice has a singsongy tone to it now… but it’s shifted into a mockery of his own now, sending a chill through him as its face twists itself to resemble a grinning, grotesque version of his face. “You’re just Magnus’s toy… don’t you know he’ll use you… just so he can wiiiinnnnn……”

The creature cackled again, and made a lunge for him, and he didn’t move.

Its claws were heading right toward him. Going to kill him.

He stood there. Seeing it approach as if in slow motion. Moving frame by frame by frame… and he just stayed and stared.

He almost didn’t notice the hall shifting until the thing gave an eardrum-shattering scream and was gone.

And standing just behind where it had been, holding a book in his hand… was an old, wizened-looking man.

Michael looks at him as he smiles and extends a hand towards him.

“Hello, Michael… congratulations on your… new position.”

——————

Supplemental:

So I’m thinking that when the worms were worming, Michael was like “oh shit where’s sasha” and managed to get her out of artefact storage before she could get switched.

And I mean just before.

If he’d gotten there even a little bit later, she would have been gone.

End supplemental.

#the magnus archives #tma #michael shelley #michael tma #tma au #tma unwinding au #unwinding au #Jonathan sims #jon tma #the notthem #the stranger #not-sasha technically but like also not actually #sasha james #Sasha tma

[rottingglitter]

i just practically got THROWN back into my tma hyperfixation

Here are my thoughts

• jon is so very dear to me

• martin you sad little guy

• jane prentiss is my wife

• tim you grumpy fuck

• I forgot how little Elias really shows up (I’m up to episode 67)

• I remember I used to cringe at Jon’s paranoia in season 2 but now I heavily resonate with it as I’ve come to terms with the way my brain is

• the fanfiction. /pos

• jon being ace is so dear to me

• episode 65 Binary spooked me so bad I don’t remember THAT??

• for the love of god SOMEONE PLEASE give Jon a hug or at least some antipsychotics

#the magnus archives #tma #martin Blackwood #jonathan sims

[blumedicangel]

When the light faded Elias would appear standing on an exit teleporter inside a metal cage, inside the RED bases workshop.

It would be empty at first, the only light being a fixture above him, but then, after a few seconds a garage door would open up behind the Medic, and out would step Dell full dressed although looking rather tired. Once there eyes caught, Dell would stare blankly for a moment, then snort and come over to look at his trapped guest.

“So, a cat huh? N’ here I thought some pretty boy Doc stole my wrench.” Dell teased, taking a seat in his desk chair and scooting over to sit in front of the cage.

Elias had just finished up his nightly routine, having gone back to his quarters and laid down. Next to him on the bed sat the wrench he had take, hugging it close to him along with a very cherished cat stuffie from his childhood. However, he didn't remain comfortably in bed for long. Lights flashed and the doctor found himself in a cage, laying on top of a teleporter. Scrambling to a stand, he scowled and looked around, obviously spooked. Putting the wrench down, he stuffed the animal in his hoodie pocket, looking to give whoever did this to him an earful.

Unfortunately, his confusion didn't last long. As the Engineer strolled in, his look changed to anger, scowling and tilting his head down. Ellie was not pleased in the slightest. "Stole? Please. I took it as compensation for wasting my time." His British accent was THICK, he too being absolutely exhausted. The worst part of all of this was that he was barefoot, in the large hoodie his sister had gifted him, and undergarments. That was it. His glasses had been abandoned in the teleporting, so things at farther distances were blurry blobs. "I assume you find this hilarious, you git."

[stereax]

I know the details might be messy if some of Pettersson’s salary is retained by the Canucks and/or a third team, but what do you think a trade to the Canes would look like?

To clear the air first: this anon sent me this ask BEFORE the extension went down. I just have a little backlog and a pounding headache. Everyone who's still in my inbox, fret not, you WILL get answers, I promise.

So clearly Petey ain't getting traded no more. That being said, let's speculate under the cut what a Petey to CAR trade could have looked like. For science!

Science under the cut, woot! Okay, so. First off. No way Vancouver trades Pettersson before the playoffs at its current state. Teams expected to be Cup contenders do not trade off their star centers in the middle of the season. Much more likely would have been a trade prior to or during free agency to send his rights to Carolina. (Petey is still an RFA at the end of this season, so his rights are easily flipped.)

Now, what would that trade look like? Pettersson is a franchise player. The price tag on him should reflect that value. We know Carolina's offer was "overwhelming", but Sebastian Aho (the lesser) was not involved in any such offer. So, here's my guess.

I think the talk started with Nikishin and Necas. Nikishin, if you don't know, is widely regarded as Carolina's top prospect, an LD who plays in the KHL and whose rights are thus indefinite. There's no guarantee he would ever come stateside, however, which drops his value significantly. If he does, though, he is touted as NHL ready from the jump. Necas is a center who often plays wing and has been a Cane for several seasons now, scoring 71 points last season. I mostly know him from Canes twitter always going "can't spell Canes without Necas" whenever he does anything. Annoying.

As "untouchable" as Nikishin is claimed to be, this alone doesn't get it done at all. There was almost certainly at least one first-round pick involved, probably multiple, and perhaps a few later-round picks or lower-tier players and prospects as well.

So could it have been Nikishin's rights, Necas, CAR 2024 1st, CAR 2025 1st? Maybe. Maybe a second in there too. But there's another intriguing piece available, one that could certainly blow away Allvin and co. And no, I'm not talking about Kotkaniemi. He's kind of a bust and we all know that.

What if the overwhelming part of the offer... was Svech?

Okay, I know. Svechnikov is one of the Canes' best offensive players, a premier power forward when he's healthy. Emphasis, however, on "when healthy". Dude gets hurt. A lot. In the last five seasons including this one, he has played over 70 games only once and has not broken the 70 point mark. It's not great. That being said, if you can keep him healthy, you have an offensive dynamo. There's definitely a level left to be unlocked there.

Would Waddell move one of his best forwards for Pettersson? Who knows. Go big or go home, right? Zito did the unthinkable two years ago with the Tkachuk trade, selling a 100+ point winger and a franchise defenseman for Tkachuk, and see how well that ended up for Florida. (And how badly for Calgary.) Could Waddell have tried a similar trade?

To review, the Tkachuk trade was:

To FLA: Matthew Tkachuk, 4th round pick

To CGY: Jonathan Huberdeau, Mackenzie Weegar, Cole Schwindt [prospect], 1st round pick

Could the Pettersson trade have been:

To CAR: Elias Pettersson, 4th round pick

To VAN: Andrei Svechnikov, Martin Necas, Alexander Nikishin [rights], 1st round pick

?

Who knows. But what's certain is that it spooked Petey enough to re-sign in Vancouver.

#stereanswers #stereanalysis #elias pettersson #vancouver canucks #carolina hurricanes

[eliaskahtri]

A Tale of Two Cryptids || Elias & Mona

TIMING: Current LOCATION: Along a hiking trail PARTIES: Elias (@eliaskahtri) & Mona (@thunderstroked) SUMMARY: Elias has the best day of his life, Mona's day is less so.

The fox trotted along the path, vigilant in finding any traps before they could possibly find her. She’d been traversing the trails that most of the humans did in the hopes to avoid such things, but that also came with a risk. Lucky enough for her, most humans were loud in their footsteps which meant she could typically hear them before she’d even come into their view. Of course, that wasn’t always the case, but she could be quick when she wanted to be. It was unfortunate that her form was not reflective of a typical fox, but one that had seen some kind of tragic event, as one photographer put it. Becoming one of Wicked Rest’s new cryptids hadn’t been on the itinerary, but it had happened anyway. It was only a matter of time before the photos and word of where she was got back to her family, and she knew that, but for now, she would stay put. Until her sister knocked on her door, she would assume she was fine. 

Still, despite the measures to keep herself safe, the town had other plans. The sound of a twig snapping– the movement of leaves. The fox stayed put, gaze narrowing. She looked around slowly, yellow eyes scanning her surroundings. And then– the flash of a camera. The fox took off, sprinting in the opposite direction from which she’d come, crashing through brush and thorns. She could feel them on her coat and it hurt. She wanted to stop, wanted to find somewhere to check herself, but she could hear them behind her. 

And unfortunately for her, there was somebody in front of her, too. The fox skidded to a halt, hackles rising. 

As usual, Elias found himself letting off steam the best way he knew how; hiking. It had started as a rather uneventful hike, but he found that an uneventful hike turned out to be a good thing in a town like Wicked’s Rest. He was finally experiencing the changing of the seasons. Being from California, it was rare for him to see such sights. It was exhilarating. The changing of the leaves, the crispness that was often associated with autumn, he finally understood it. He took in a deep breath, smiling to himself. Then, a crunch of the leaves alerted his attention off to his right. He glanced over in the sound’s direction, suddenly alert. He learned not to brush off animal sounds in these woods anymore. One too many encounters with strange or dangerous creatures, thanks very much. He saw a fox. Nothing out of the ordinary–

That’s when he came face to face with a fox with a strange pattern and coloring to it. Blue and white mixed with the usual orange fur they were known for. It also stook up kind of funny, as if it were in a state of perpetual shock. He stuttered backward as the fox came skittering to a halt in front of him. He blinked. Once, twice. “Uh.” He uttered out, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to figure out what to do in this situation. “You look pretty cool…” He then added, deciding that the fox deserved a compliment. He stepped to the side, feeling bad for catching the fox unaware. “Wait a second…” Elias stared harder at the fox, he had seen this fox before. But where…? “Ohmygod,” Elias spoke in a rushed tone, suddenly excited beyond belief. “They labeled you a cryptid in town!” He exclaimed, quickly pulling his phone from his pocket as quickly as he could and pulled up the list of cryptids the club in town had compiled. A blurry picture of a fox running had been posted not too long ago. “Look!” He showed the phone to the fox, as if it could possibly be interested in what Elias was showing it. He felt a little silly, but for some reason, the fox wasn’t leaving. “I’m Elias! I’m a friend, I promise!” He exclaimed in a softer voice, trying to visibly calm himself down to not spook the creature any more than it already was.

He was talking, and he was complimenting her. If she weren’t so annoyed, she might be pleased with his words. If she hadn’t been running away from the very kind of person that he was turning out to be, she might have said something kind to him after shifting, explaining that oh, the fox disappeared. She could probably still do that, he seemed enamored with her memory, thanks to the blurry photo now displayed on his phone towards her. 

It was concerning that if she were any regular fox, that this person might think it’d be able to understand show and tell. A little funny, too. 

The fox backed up a few more steps, gaze sliding over the phone. Sure enough, there was a photo of her, blurry with her two tails nearly fading into each other to appear as one. If they were going to take photos of her, they could at least take better ones. Then again, she couldn’t take photos worth shit, either. 

He claimed he was a friend, and if she were fae, he would regret his promise. She would hold him to it. The fox glanced around, uneasy by the idea that she should put any kind of trust into somebody who might also be hunting her. Whether it was visually or physically, she couldn’t be sure without more information. 

However, before she could process much else, the sound of footsteps— loud, crunching forest debris, made her flinch in unison with the guttural growl that filled the air. Or perhaps growl was the wrong word, as it was more of a grunt than anything. The fox looked towards the noise, peering through blending foliage, trying to make sense of the yellows and greens to get a good look at what their new company might be. 

To say that Elias was shocked that the fox hadn’t run away yet would be a vast understatement. He put his phone back into his pocket, half afraid the fox would try and bite it or something of that nature. “Yeah, it’s not a great photo, but it’s a photo.” He muttered to himself, afraid to make sudden movements if he spooked the creature. He wasn’t one to take photos of things. He was more of a “live at the moment” guy.

As soon as he heard the loud crunch, Elias began to turn around. Once he heard the growl, his eyes went wide. Not again, he couldn’t help but think. Every time he tried to have a nice hike in the woods, something bad always happened. He loved hiking. He’d be damned if something else happened in the woods while he tried to have a good time, dammit. 

Then, he saw it. It was hairy, it was big, and it had giant feet. No, could it be…? Elias took a step back from the creature, afraid to say anything in case he ruined the moment. This was the apex of his life. Nothing got better after this.

“Bigfoot!” He hissed out in a quiet voice, pumping his fists in the air as if this were the most exciting moment of his life. 

The stranger pocketed his cellphone and the fox felt a pang of regret, mostly because she could have lunged at him and at least have broken it. Finding photos of herself on forums and poster boards was beginning to frustrate her, if only because the information might get back to her family. Wicked’s Rest was far away from Busan, but she couldn’t be too careful. 

Her concentration broken, the fox flipped her attention back to the noise that entered the clearing alongside them. As it came into view, even she had to admit, she hadn’t quite expected it. The stranger was pumping his fist into the air and exclaiming. Was he stupid? 

The fox backed up a few steps, hackles rising. Electricity bloomed over her fur, but to the stranger beside her, it’d come across as nothing more than static. She wasn’t sure who or what bigfoot was, but he did have big feet, and it looked like he could stomp on her if he really wanted to. 

The monstrous creature took another step forward and the ground shook beneath her, or maybe it was all placebo– the fox really couldn’t be sure at this point. Most of the time, she lacked the fight response– at least, not when it served her. The flight was strong, especially now, and the fox took another step away from the bigfoot, eager to put more distance between herself and it. The stranger was on his own. 

The fox had already been replaced with the biggest moment in Elias’s life. Bigfoot was bounding around in the forest and had the opportunity of a lifetime! With shaky hands, he pulled his phone back out of his pocket and attempted to snap a picture. He kept staring at the creature as it took notice of the pair. “Oh! Blurry.” He snarled to himself, then looked up to see Bigfoot himself heading straight for him. “Oh, shit.” He muttered before nearly dropping his phone. 

He took a step backward, then another. The fox had already started to run away, and Elias was obliged to follow in its very smart footsteps. He turned around, summoned all the training he had ever put into running and booked it as fast as he could as the Bigfoot bounded toward them. “This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me!” He shouted as he began to run at full speed away from the surprisingly fast Bigfoot. 

Out of all the things that could have been real, Bigfoot! While he should have been uniquely horrified in the situation he found himself in, he was over the moon. “I mean, actual Bigfoot! In Maine!” He shouted out as he continued to run, feeling the large footfalls of the beast becoming lesser and lesser. Thankfully, it seemed to not have that much interest in chasing after himself and the fox. The fox started to veer away from him, and he veered the other way. After running down the path for a considerable amount of time, he finally stopped after feeling confident enough that he was safe. 

Elias looked down at the blurry photo of the Bigfoot and smiled. It may be blurry, but he knew what it was. 

Elias saw fucking Bigfoot.

#A Tale of Two Cryptids #threads #thunderstroked #t;thunderstroked

[dcartcorner]

*counts on my fingers* now i may be no good at maths, but i feel like there is only one child left that has get to get scared by the eldritch and honestly? my heart already broke to 100 pieces seeing the eye&lonely scare elias&peter, i dont like where this line of thought is leading me-

>:) -cackles evilly-

it simply wouldn't be fair if simon didn't get to be a little spooked as well.

#ask #tma #elsewhere au ask