#with some

[ofduskanddreams]

Truth or Dare, Azriel?

For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.

A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.

Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3

Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.

The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.

He was tipsy.

Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.

There were still four days left of their vacation.

He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.

It was too….

No. 

Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.  

Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.

“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.

“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again. 

“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”

Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.

Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake. 

“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.

Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light. 

His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”

Elain grinned, “I’m in.” 

“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter. 

“Az?”

His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….

“Fine, I’m in too.”

“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.

“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled. 

It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.

“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.

Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.

“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.

“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”

And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”

Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”

Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.” 

He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.

So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.

Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.

Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.

The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.

They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”

Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”

Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”

Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.” 

Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.

“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game. 

“Dare.” 

Just as he had hoped.

“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”

“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”

“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.

“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel. 

Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore. 

Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings. 

Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.

Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.

Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing. 

“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.

“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.

“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”

✦ ✦ ✦

tagging: @damedechance @talons-and-teeth @krem-does-stuff @iftheshoef1tz @thelovelymadone @mmiscbutterflies @shadowriel @foundress0fnothing @sunshinebingo @octobers-veryown @areyoudreaminof @moonpatroclus @separatist-apologist @kingofsummer93 @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @bagelfyre @itsthedoodle @sv0430

#kate's celebratory drabbles series #gwynriel #elucien #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #with some #azriel x lucien #gwyn x elain #luzriel #gwynlain #gwynriel fanfiction #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acotar drabble #acotar au

[sleepsty]

Oh no a cube-shaped man beyond sunflowers on this page, what do I do

#art #traditional art #mumbo jumbo #mumbo fanart #sunflower #idk #I hope I'll have motivation to finish this page #with some #waffle duo

[noose-lion]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @sensitiveheartless

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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I have so many wips, the list is random and in no particular order:

The Drug In You Is Me

Monkey See, Monkey Do

my songs know what you did in the dark

Playing House

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge)

they say there is more to love than a meal

Good Dogs Don't Bite

The Queen Of Flower Fruit Mountain

Selkie Dazai (untitled)

cry a little, cry a lot

skk x kunikida (untitled)

werewolf/vampire skk (untitled)

skksig (untitled)

beast!chuuya but regular dazai (untitled)

Undercover skk (untitled)

Port mafia boss chuuya??? (untitled)

Blood, Snow, and Broken Bone

Everything, Everywhere, All At Once

15 skk vs 22 skk (untitled)

The Package

Ugly Duckling

pillar akaza au (untitled)

dad akaza au (untitled)

Bait Dog

called for war, received a slaughter

book and god au skk (untitled)

The Fox and The Sheepdog

There is no way in HELL I can tag as many people as I have wips

#wip ask game #bsd #fanfiction #soukoku #lmk #shadowpeach #kny #rengoku x akaza #those are just what the different wips are for #its mostly skk though #with some #kuniskk #and #sigskk #too #so yeah #jester's scripture

[mamoonde]

city boy jin ling gets grounded for the summer after getting in a school fight. he's sent to weird uncle wei's raggedy farm in the yiling countryside to 'learn some humility.'

and who else does he see at the farm? the same mouthy kid who got him in trouble in the first place!

also jin ling swears the animals are out to get him. especially the rooster.

jingyi is also extremely bummed that the one time he finally gets to go to sizhui's cool dad's farm, he STILL has to deal with the spoiled jin brat!

sizhui just wanted peace :') and more time with his baba whom he missed. but he knows baba has also been itching to bond with is not-cousin, so.

(if he were honest tho, it'd be funnier seeing them both run around screaming from excited chickens and sheep if it didn't mean more work for him 🙃)

ouyang zizhen is somewhere in here. as like, the neighbor's kid or smth. son of the sellers baba supplies to. or smth.

#idk what else happens #i just know there would be lots of Shenanigans of the 'city boy tries farm life' flavor #with some #coming of age teen feels #junior quartet #mo dao zu shi #crossposted on twt #mdzs au #mamoonde fics

[claracivry]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games (Movies), Hunger Games Series - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sejanus Plinth & Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth/Coriolanus Snow, however way you wanna look at it Characters: Coriolanus Snow, Sejanus Plinth Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Coryo nearly died like three times in a month and falls apart for a bit, Sejanus is there for him, Vomiting, Crying, all the fun stuff Summary:

When Coriolanus and Sejanus are on the military on 12, Coryo had a bad nightmare and his friend is there for him.

Whump, nightmares, Snow POV, Sejanus being an angel!

#my fics #abosas #whump #coriolanus snow #sejanus plinth #with some #coriolanus x sejanus #vibes in there #would love to hear your thoughts #:)

[starlooove]

I did forget about the respectability politics and copaganda but also whatever character y’all made up for Jason ORPHEUS HAD IT FIRST!

#remember that post that was like #ask a Jason stan what they like about him and not a single one of those words will have been said or alluded to in a dc comic w #well #guess what Orpheus said it first thing #with some #coonery sure #but it’s coonery of the TIMES guys

[randomlyjay]

🤗🤗🤗

#this is jay #with some #sneaky hugs!

[queenburd]

some ramblings about rawts and rtaos under the cut ft @misspelled-magic

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 4:51 PM ok. have some thoughts now: some of the issues here might be coming from the fact that the narrators want to put Stanley and the Narrator into their roles within the Parable. where is this instinct coming from? is it just a sense of superiority? just the superiority thing wouldn't warrant all this effort. like, it makes more sense that they'd just try to get their Stanleys back. hm. also, the narrators are out of their own Parables. hm. yeah, as it is, Leigh's narrator doesn't feel like he has the right motivation to be a major antagonist. like... it feels like it has to be more personal?

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 4:52 PM straight up, i have no interest in pursuing this tory. this has literally become whump for whumps sake. so im checked out already

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 4:52 PM but like. it's mostly a punishment from the other narrators. that this bitch thought he was so much better than them [4:53 PM] honestly its just to hurt a person, which is what most of them were doing to their stanleys anyway [4:53 PM] which was the whole point. like. theyre not LEARNING. [4:53 PM] but you know. sunk cost fallacy.

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 4:53 PM god the narrator is consistently a idiot in every single variation.

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 4:54 PM i just heard my guy rear his head like "HEY" like. babe. you are also an idiot. in a funnier way.

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 4:54 PM he's an idiot (affectionate) (I adore this feature)

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 4:55 PM honestly i think i just keep like.... i dont know how to describe it but its obviously a theme underlying a lot of these ideas [4:56 PM] the theme that "maybe this one narrator was the one that went wrong. that broke his design. a narrator is not supposed to BE this way. he's not supposed to CARE like this." and the repeated challenging of that idea. [4:59 PM] and repeatedly, the theme is left unresolved. it's left open ended. because hes ONLY going to the places where there are narrators who could never compromise with their Stanleys. the call Stanley puts out will NEVER be answered by any other Stanley who got out just fine with his Narrator, because they never had REASON to interact with this Narrator. [4:59 PM] we dont know if there are any of those out there. [5:00 PM] the answer I keep trying to go with is "does it matter? this is how he is now. this is the person he wants to be. and it's a good person." (edited) [5:00 PM] but i dont think my mind is resting.

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 5:00 PM mmmmmm. see, the idea of what if other narrators changed because of what they saw with Stan's narrator-- I LOVE that idea.  i feel like that would need to happen for it to be narratively satisfying. because like... to me, the Narrator and Stanley have to be together-- even when they are the worst versions of themselves, they are codependent. and honestly, I feel like the Stanleys that were hurt would be in the minority

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 5:34 PM i might be remembering how things work wrong, but i dont think that most iterations of the Narrator and Stanley would know about the pod be defualt-- so in those instances, the Narrator (stan's) would just be able to show them to the pod? and then these other iterations of the Narrator and Stanley don't experience the thing where the Narrator gets stuck in the Parable?

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 5:36 PM hes only ending up in Parables where the relationship is so deteriorated that that iteration's narrator would never give Stanley a chance at freedom

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 5:37 PM ohhh. he's has to go to parables like that [5:37 PM] is there a particular reason that's going on?

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 5:37 PM yeah, the idea is he doesnt know if hes ending up where hes NEEDED or if he is literally the outlier [5:38 PM] hence. gestures again. the theme.

Misspelled-Magic — Yesterday at 5:38 PM ahhh [5:38 PM] thats gonna hurt

May “Knife Bird” Sparrow — Yesterday at 5:39 PM yeah, thats why he has such a shit time of it and why its like "this is going to hurt no matter how he looks at it" [5:39 PM] "so he doesnt. look at it. he just does what he has done for years: he helps Stanley." [5:42 PM] because yes, there is a codependency to the narrator and stanley, on the whole, they do NEED each other, but here he is, on his own, trying to make the best of it, and watching these ones who have their stanleys and treat them as so lesser, and there has to be a point where the line gets drawn. you can say "they need each other" all you like, but if one of them never treats the other like a person, then.... a good person on the outside is going to object.

#repeat and write this story #with some #reset the actors on stage #The Sparrow Parable #Parable Actors

[verybadatwriting]

Runaway

ReaderxAvengers, ReaderxPlatonic!Daisy Johnson

Summary Y/n’s burnt out.

Warnings: Creepy fans, cursing, running away, negative self talk, and negative ‘other people talk.’ (What do you call that??)

Gn!reader

Word count: 563

“Hey Y/n.” Steve said, “Today’s a High Intensity Interval Training day. You can grab something to eat after. Then Stark has a charity event he wants us to attend. Can you try to dress nicely this time?” Before you could answer, he left for the gym. You followed close behind.

“Y/n? Ah, there you are.” Stark sighed when he saw you were still wearing sweaty workout gear and finishing breakfast. “Ugh, you’re gonna have to finish that quickly. We leave in an hour.” You left the rest of your breakfast on the table, since you obviously weren’t gonna get a chance to finish it.

Two hours into the event, which felt like a bunch of people telling you to sit up straight and smile for the camera, you managed to get a moment alone. Away from endless reporters and creepily obsessive fans. You leaned against a column and pulled out your phone to see if your friend, Daisy Johnson, wanted to hang out next weekend.

Naturally, that's when the Watchdogs, anti-inhuman fanatics, crashed the party. You, along with the countless other super powered individuals, were easily able to subdue them. During the fight, one of your ‘fans’ attending the event managed to snap a pic of a wardrobe malfunction. The pictures spread like wildfire online. 

Nobody at SHIELD or on the Avengers seemed to care. They were too worried with what they found on one of the anti-inhumans. It was some space-alien-tech. Didn’t really matter to you. Not when your whole public image came crashing down and was replaced with a new one.

After they solved the problem of the Watchdogs and their alien murder weapon, all attention turned to you.

“Y/n!” Stark yelled, “How could you?! This will take ages to sort out! Why didn’t you make sure nobody saw?!”

“You think I wanted this?” You shot back, “You think I said to myself ‘Ya know what I really want right now? A photo of me leaked across the whole internet.’ No! I fucking didn’t! Steve, back me up here.”

“It’s your responsibility to properly represent the team.” Steve said, “And you’ve completely failed at that.”

“See?” Stark cried, “For God’s sake, Y/n, when Steve and I agree, you know it’s bad. Do you know how much this will cost us?”

“Only my reputation.”

​​

In the morning you were gone. You left your room nice and tidy. You took things of sentimental value, money, and clothes. The rest was in neat boxes by the door. You left a note on your bedside table.  It took three days for the press to get ahold of the news. Just from observing the clips on TV, the Avengers seemed distraught. The countless missed calls and unanswered texts to your phone confirmed it.

The one person you felt bad about leaving was Daisy Johnson. She’d helped guide you through joining SHIELD, albeit mostly online. You sat on your cheap motel room chair, staring at your phone. Her number was ready to call. Sitting there. You instead decided to text her, just to let her know you were alright.

Hey Daisy. I’m sorry I worried you. I’m alright. I couldn’t handle the stress of being on the team. I probably won’t be back.

You turned your phone off, and went to sleep. In the morning, you took your stuff, left a nice housekeeping tip, and left to enjoy your newfound freedom.

#daisy johnson #marvel #avengers #avengers x y/n #marvel x reader #angst #with some #freedom! #at the end #gn!reader

[bunburrie]

#hey guys #guess whos back #with some #angst #bsd #bsd kunikida #dazai x kunikida #bsd fanart #bsd anime #kunikida doppo #kunikidazai #bsd odasaku #oda sakunosuke #bungo stray dogs odasaku

[personinthepalace]

Happy Wedding Day to Vanessa and Dennis! (June 6th)

song from Galavant :)

#I had no plans to make a new video for today #but I watched galavant for the first time this weekend and this happened haha #also spot the super cursed photo haha #happy wedding day to dennis and vanessa! #did the wedding actually happen? now that's the real question haha #vanessa x dennis #vanessa x dennis video #vanessa wilcock wynn carroway #dennis tyde #tgws video #the goes wrong show #mischief video #with some #mischief movie night in #cornley video #galavant #galavant season 2 finale song #galavant season 2 #mischief theatre #mischief comedy #edits in the palace #videos in the palace #Youtube

[frostbite-the-bat]

I'm going back to sleep after this I only wanted to be up for a short while but I saw the notes on my blorbo house notes

I just want to state that no as far as I am aware I am not a system and the blorbo house is purely an imaginary thing that I made up, that just takes place "in my brain". It could've been any setting but when talking with my friend we made it be in my brain specifically because of things like saying a character is like a parasite in your brain or like you're rotating them in your mind... Just imagining how your blorbos would live in a house together, but it's tied to you specifically because they're away from their source in a safe environment with you specifically.... And also it's in my bio as a way to list some of my Blorbos

I am definitely very much so mental illness and let me tell you I am not normal about these characters I can get quite obsessive over these characters when hyperfixated but I feel like I had to make up a thing for them all so they feel like they're always there and aren't upset when I'm focusing on other things

I'm very happy that I made a post that's a hit with system communities but I'm just saying here to people possibly trying to diagnose me - I am not a system as far as I know, I definitely have undiagnosed things but DID/OSSD is not it because... I think I'd know if that was the case

But yeah, again, the blorbo dream house is a purely made up thing and I'm just mentally ill about fictional characters in Another Way

(I think a part of this is the wording of my post, especially when I said "supposedly exists in your brain specifically" I worded it that way because we were just making this up at first and it was kinda funny that like... I was discussing an AU thingy with a friend when the setting is MY brain like the were talking about a fictional place in another person's "mind". Except not really it's just... Made up. It's like saying your brain is empty except for 2 braincells who just slap each other with pillows, personifying 'two braincells')

#Still it's very mentally ill of me bc I'm like. Oh no they're gonna get sad #I need to let people know they're important to ME and ME specifically or else I'll explode #Also they (the characters) may get sad. #I'm focusing on other stuff and not them now but I'm not leaving them behind!! So... To remedy those feelings BOOM MADE UP THING WHERE THEY #ALL LIVE TOGETHER HAPPILY WITHOUT BURDENS OF THEIR CANON #Like for example I know spamton would get jealous especially with his abandonment issues and in the story for blorbo dream house #He does but he's slowly healing and he knows ah well I'm in a safe place now and there's these Other People #And now I'm like yay I'm not abandoning anyone we're all happy #Also it's goofy to talk about how they'd live together and what they do #Considering some... May not like each other..... #If I may Ment Illness here again for example spamton would NOT like Cathal since he's a TV head robot. #And me having 4/5 robot blorbos in there alongside Gary the gadget guy makes stuff interesting too. He builds those and now he's roommates #With some #Like it's all just made up personal comfort because I like being goofy that way fngmjmnhmhmh not system stuff tho

[vampirecatboy]

thinking about regency au and plunking Kilian down in it

he's already a noble so he'd technically fit right in, but he's also French so what the hell is he doing in Regency Great Britain (semantics honestly, i have Irish and Scottish nobles, i'm not going for accuracy here)

i'm thinking he knows Rhys, they've met previously, and of course they have a rivalry going, very gay, very charged

they each try to teach Kira how to use a sword, very like "oh you're holding it wrong. here let me wrap my arms around you from behind and take your hands to show you the proper grip"

they probably each do that in front of the other to like, try to make the other jealous and be like "oh look Kira likes me more" meanwhile Kira is just like, internally dying because two gorgeous men are basically using him to get to each other and oh god he's a virgin no one's ever touched him like this his heart can't take it

anyway the wip is nowhere close to a place where i can introduce Kilian

unless......

#stuff and things #comin back swingin #with some #regency au #insufferable love triangle #we got irish nobles we got scottish nobles we got french nobles #we got a man in regency era wearing a royal navy uniform from the 1820s #we're not here to make sense #we're here to have men bicker and pine and stare at each other from across the room with such fire in their eyes #we're here to have FUN

[thecollective-npcs]

time / location : top floor of tower, after fortune leaves

status: closed to @daydreamxrs​

Part of him couldn’t help but wonder if this all was a nightmare that Fearmonger had designed. Between getting shot by one of the villains there to help them, and then being left behind with Fortune Finder and whoever in the hell his gunman had transformed into, he couldn’t help but wonder. The sharp pain piercing through his chest every time he tried to take a breath though, along with the blood that shot up his throat at each attempt. was telling him otherwise. 

As Fortune leaves him, and the other villain begins pressing into the bleeding holes in his chest, he can feel himself start drift in and out of consciousness. He can’t believe he’s going to fucking die here, he thinks bitterly as he continues to struggle for air. After everything he had been through, and with so much he still wanted to do, he doesn’t want it to all end here. And he can’t help but think about Dylan as those thoughts plague what senses are still with him. She had to have thought the same, when she was trapped in that warehouse with Clint, even as she fought tooth and nail to survive. 

“H-hey...” he rasps after a moment, when he feels like he isn’t able to fight to stay awake for much longer, looking up towards the villain still with him, he scrambles to think of some message to have him give Arya- because fuck... he didn’t want to leave him like this, not with everything else he’d been through....

His thoughts and the half sentence he began are soon cut off though when he sees Cas of all people followed by Nightingale rush up to him. Nightingale’s features seem frozen in the same stoic expression he’s always seen them have, as they assess the injury and wave off Sebastian, letting him know they were taking over. 

“I won’t be able to fully heal him, not with the bullets still in him,” they say to both him and Cas as they examine his injuries. “I can keep him stable- but that is all.” 

He can barely register everything Nightingale is telling him between how difficult it was in general for him to focus on anything in that moment other than fighting off the urge to sleep, and Cas. There are a thousand things he wants to say to him too, if this was really going to be it for him, but apparently Nightingale seemed to think otherwise as their hands soon fall gently on his chest. 

“Fortune... went to roof... Hourglass took Dimitri there...”, he says to Cas as Nightingale begins to unfasten the top half of his suit, peeling away the blood soaked fabric where it clang to his bare chest. 

#daydreamer #daydreamer 04 #mindmaster #with some #nightingale

[ladyjuxtaposition]

Going to make my favorite vest again for the Halloween season. Spider webs galore! In the meantime, the prep work continues.

#ladyjuxtaposition talks #and makes #and creates #a women’s vest #with some #spiderwebs #printed on cotton fabric #for the #Halloween #halloween season #I am excited to make this #it’s going to be wicked #in a good way #garments #dressmaking #pattern #sewing patterns #fashion #spider web #cotton fabric #prep work #WIP #progress #ladyjuxtaposition #photo by ladyjuxtaposition #the prep work continues

[ravenkings]

#making big purchases on my phone gives me anxiety ngl #i think i find it less trustworthy for some bizarre and irrational reason #twitter