Boarded-up Houses In Europe today there are around 11 million empty and unoccupied homes, of which 610,000 are in England. Large scale vacancy in cities is often a sign of great upheaval within the urban space.
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I always obey my parents. Don’t jump on the furniture, Don’t tease the dog, Eat your veggies.
They always want what’s best for me and I try hard to be the best daughter in the world.
Safety first, daddy loved to say. Whether we were going to a playground or riding the bus, he was very focused on keeping mommy and me safe from harm. Years ago, he even taught me to safely shoot his beloved rifle.
I think that’s why he moved us out to the country. Our nearest neighbor is on the western horizon and you can only see their chimney when standing on the cliffs behind our house. It’s always so nice and quiet out here. Lonely at times, but very comfortable.
It got even lonelier a few weeks ago when Bucky, our two year old Golden Retriever, got real sick and died. I miss him so much. Daddy buried him at the base of the cliffs and I used to visit his grave almost every day. He was just a dog, though. We can always get another one.
I can’t as easily get a new mommy.
The last time I saw her was three days ago talking with daddy in the backyard. She got real sick after coming home from her monthly grocery run in the city and she slept for days. I really thought she was getting better until she started coughing up blood and her skin began to look like pea soup. Daddy hasn’t let me go in the backyard since then.
There’s a fresh mound of dirt next to Bucky’s. I miss her so much.
For the last two days, daddy has been sitting at the top of the cliffs, watching and waiting. The groceries mommy brought home will feed me for another month, but after that, I don’t know what I’ll do.
I used to pass the time by listening to the radio, but lately, all they broadcast are emergency warnings about some deadly virus spreading across country. I hear them use the term “reanimated” a lot. I turned it off yesterday and am too scared to turn it back on.
I can hear daddy’s deep cough echoing down the rocks at night. I don’t want anything to happen to him. I don’t want to be alone, but I promised him I’ll do whatever he tells me as I know he only wants the best.
I need you to listen to me, Sarah, he told me yesterday. I’m not going to let this sickness get to me like it did your mother. I’ll end it before it gets too bad.
I’m a very good girl, so this morning when he told me, When you see me hit the ground at the bottom of the cliffs, do not approach me when I get back up. You’ll need to shoot me in the head, I cried but obeyed. He also taught me how to board up the house for after that happens.
Prompt: Can you do a Wonder Woman x reader where the reader is her daughter and just fluff and stuff. + Prompt for Wonder Woman could be her finding a gang of street kids and taking them under her wings!!
“I don’t know Clark, if Bruce believes it’s not a great idea, hear him out.” Diana said into her phone, heels clicking on the cracked and aging cement of the London sidewalk. This part of the city had definitely seen better days and it brought Diana sorrow to think back on a time when these boarded up houses and decrepit buildings had once been habitable many years ago.
“We don’t have time for a new plan Diana.” Clark sighed on the other end, thousands of miles across the ocean. Honestly, Diana had better things to be doing than mediating this pissing contest between the two most stubborn men she’s ever met. Sadly, even though she wasn’t a part of this mission she was still heavily invested in the results.
“Just talk to him Clark. Come to a compromise. We only get one shot at this to get this right.” Diana urged. Clark immediately started saying something else but Diana didn’t hear any of that. What she heard was a commotion coming from a nearby alley.
“Just leave me alone Johnny!” A young girl sobbed scrunching her eyes closed and turning her face away to face the brick wall of the alley.
“I’ve got to go, Clark.” Diana mentioned, not bothering to hear his response before hanging up.
Before Diana could think she crossed the street and strode until she towers over the pre teen boy bothering this poor young girl. Diana’s form casted a shadow over the two children. The girl caught onto the change in lighting and stared up wide eyed at the statuesque Amazonian that appeared out of nowhere.
“What are you going to do? Run to your mommy?” He taunted and made a move to yank at the girl’s ponytail but before he could, Diana snatched his hand and lifted him effortlessly with one hand by the scruff of his neck, much like a misbehaving cub.
“Is this boy bothering you?” Diana asked the girl. She nodded and wiped the tears from her cheeks with her tattered and dirty sleeve. Diana turned her gaze back to the boy and gave him a glare that would shake the gods themselves.
“You will leave this girl alone from now on. If I catch you bothering her again I will unleash the full wrath of the gods and will inform your parents of your behavior. Do we have an understanding, young man?” Diana asked. The boy nodded in agreement and Diana set him down. As soon as his feet were on the ground he took off running. When the boy was out of sight, Diana turned back to the girl and kneeled down so that she was at her level.
“Did he hurt you?” Diana asked, looking over the girl for any hint of injury.
“No. Johnny just likes to make fun of me.” She explained in a small voice.
“Where are your parents, little one?” Diana questioned. The girl looked down at her shoes that were dirt covered, three sizes too large, a littered with holes that exposed her small little toes.
“I don’t have any.” She replied, refusing to meet Diana’s gaze. Diana’s heart clenched for the girl. To be homeless in London at such a young age at the precipice of the winter season seemed a fate worse than death. She couldn’t just look away and let this continue to happen.
“Then it’s settled. You’ll come home with me. I’ll set you up with hot food, fresh clothes, a bath and a soft bed in no time.” Diana promised, holding her hand out to the girl in offering. The girl looked up to Diana with fresh tears brimming in her eyes before slipping her tiny hand into Diana’s palm.
“You’re really nice.” The poor little girl commented in a small innocent voice. Diana smiled warmly down at the girl as she stood up straight and started walking hand in hand with the girl out of the alley and towards her warm, comfortable London flat.
“Little one, as long as I am breathing I swear to you on the gods you will never live another day on the streets.” Diana promised the girl. The girl stopping in her tracks in the middle of the sidewalk and held up her delicate curled pinky up to Diana.
“Do you pinky swear?” She asked. Diana chuckled at the girl’s sweet innocence but ultimately interlocked her pinky with the girl’s. It would seem a ‘pinky swear’ meant more to the child than any amount of promises to the gods.
“I pinky swear.” Diana affirmed. The girl nodded once and started leading Diana in the direction that they were previously walking, chatting a mile a minute and asking a thousand questions about her new home.
I appreciate y'all being like “omg pls stay safe at home and out of the flood” but like that’s not the kind of person I am man. I literally snuck past police today to get on campus and then basically broke into my workplace to help profs save stuff in their labs from the water. I’ve been helping my neighbors pull their cars out of the flooded parking lots and tomorrow a postdoc and I are going out and helping people evacuate with his boat. I need to help I can’t just board up in my house because that’s the safer option when people are stranded out there
This episode was all about the legacy inherited from the past, and the legacy the Winchesters will leave for the future, because everything about this episode was about the fact that those are not the same thing.
Even the title, The Memory Remains, hints at the fact that even if we think we’ve moved on, locking the family secret up in the basement and pretending like it might just go away without actually addressing it and dealing with it isn’t a tenable situation.
For Sheriff Bishop or for Sam and Dean.
Back during s8, after they first discovered the bunker and their status as “Legacies” of the Men of Letters, Dean used to be so gleeful announcing the fact to anyone and everyone. Prometheus, Aaron Bass, pretty much everyone. It was something he was proud of, based on his experiences in 8.12 with Henry. Plus heck, for the first time in his life, Dean had a proper HOME, someplace safe and secure he could truly call his own (or so he thought).
He and Sam have scoured the archives of that bunker over the last four years, used its resources, and hosted such illustrious house guests as God himself. But now, after meeting the British branch of the Men of Letters, Dean’s a lot less inclined to claim that Legacy status with them. Whatever they may have been in the past, he doesn’t really care for what they are now.
Same for Sheriff Bishop. He hadn’t thought there was anything wrong with his family legacy until his father died and left it to him… and he discovered the literal monster in his basement, and what was expected of him to carry on the family legacy.
His family had essentially owned the entire town of Tomahawk, employed most of the residents at the meat packing plant, and the rest of them at every other shop and restaurant in town. But Bishop couldn’t bear the idea of carrying on his family’s legacy, of sacrificing people to Moloch in exchange for their wealth and power. So he stopped. Just bolted up Moloch’s prison, boarded up the house, and hoped the god would starve to death without him feeding it.
Sort of like Mary thinking she could just walk away from hunting. Even little Asa Fox had said that to her in 12.06:
Asa: But if you retire, who’s gonna save people like me?
But then Mary died, and her children were drawn into hunting because of it. They hadn’t known that it was also their legacy, left over from the deal she made with Azazel in 1973. And she hadn’t known that her chance to get out and try to have a normal life with John meant that she basically got her ten years before everyone would be dropped into hell. She hadn’t wanted that life for them, but by making that deal she guaranteed they would.
Now she’s back, but she doesn’t really get that Sam and Dean have made their own legacies. They’d never known they were picking up hers until long after they’d made it their own. But to Mary it doesn’t look that way. It looks like they just picked up where she’d left off. And she wanted to end that legacy for her family.
But it also parallels to Sam and Dean themselves.
Sheriff Bishop’s half brother inadvertently rediscovers the family secret after Bishop had kept it hidden for more than twenty years, and having always been the “outcast” from the family (as the illegitimate brother), he finally saw in Moloch a way to have everything his brother hadn’t even cared about, and had been selling off bit by bit.
He learned about his family’s legacy and bought into it hook, line, and sinker, bastardizing a much beloved Winchester family slogan and making Dean blink in shock in the process:
Pete: And hell, I’m a Bishop. That’s what we do, right? Hunting people. Killing them. The family business.
The legacy Bishop had tried to bury, because he hadn’t known any other way to end it, was dug up started up all over again.
Thanks to Sam and the Colt, Moloch is now dead, and Bishop’s left with his dead half brother to deal with. He tells Sam and Dean he’ll deal with it, because it’s his legacy.
All the while back at the bunker, the MoL had been meticulously examining every inch of the place, pawing through Dean’s personal possessions, and Ketch took one of Dean’s oldest and most treasured possessions, his picture of Mary. And they’d been looking for the Colt, not getting how closely Dean (and now Sam) have been tied to the history of that gun dating all the way back to that moment Samuel Colt handed it to Sam in 1861. That gun is a part of Sam and Dean’s legacy in a way that’s NOT part of the MoL.
But going forward, what would they want their legacy to be? Would they be remembered? (well, there’s still the whole Supernatural book series and its fans, and the fact that it’s the Winchester Gospel, and a musical was written about their lives, and there’s fans of the books who continue to write fanfic long after the books stopped publishing, and they’re online now and nothing ever gets erased from the internet…)
But in a real, tangible way, this goes all the way back to 3.02, when Dean told Lisa he wasn’t sure what he was leaving behind in the world besides his car, and she replied that he’d saved Ben’s life, and that was definitely something big to leave behind. Sam replied with nearly the exact sentiment now; that the people they saved were their legacy.
Dean learned in 2.20 what it would be like in a world where all those people he and Sam ever saved had died instead, if they weren’t there to hunt them, and it’s been nearly ten more years of saving people since then on top of that.
But the bunker? They could find a way to make that THEIR legacy instead of a legacy of the Men of Letters. They claimed it just like they claimed Baby as theirs when they were kids. The monster might still be lurking in the basement there still (or at least the Men of Letters bug is still lurking under the library table), but they’re working on a way to kill that evil old god of sacrifice too.
So I’m currently preparing for a hurricane, and I’m anticipating that I won’t be able to post any art for quite some time.
I felt bad knowing that there’d be a hiatus, and I didn’t want my followers to be too upset with me, so here’s some WIPs for additions to my undertale roster that I tried to squeeze in between me boarding up my house and doing other things in preparation for the storm. I wanna finish up the roster because I recently got invited to participate in an undertale themed charity artbook. I plan on finishing up Omega Flowey, maybe adding some effects to Hyperdeath God, and I’m also gonna draw the Royal Guards and Bratty and Catty (saving the best for last).
So, yeah, later today you’ll be seeing a post detailing the stuff about the hurricane, and more about my hiatus.
As I will never get to drawing the end of the old blog and people have asked I’ve written down a condensed ending, here is the end of Ipsywitch.———————————————————————–
The scavenging party slipped back into the boarded-up
house as dawn light crept across the land, bounding excitedly down the secret
stair way to the waiting assembly amidst the guttering candles.
They cantered pridefully to the large robed
figure stood at the waterside, the one who found the book trotting up to him
with a toothy, unfriendly smile
“Where is Lady Ipsywitch?” she demanded.
Escher looked sternly at the restless deep-pony,
shifting erratically on it hooves in front of him “My wife is sleeping, no one
is to wake her”
“The book is for her! We sought it on her
command!” It snapped, the other members of the search party looking around from
behind her, heads weaving gently like predatory birds with their lidless
“She must sleep! I can wait!” He stamped his
heavy front hooves and snorted, the unblinking seaponies backing away. Escher
held his head high in a victory that lasted only a moment as he realised they
had not back away from him. The pleasant warm spiced scent of the red haired
deep-pony filled the air as she slid passed his side, rubbing herself against him.
“They lady must rest” She purred in a voice
like silken razors “bring me to book”
They presented the scorched tome and placed
it upon the pedestal in the central chamber, Starry-Eyed Surprise flicking
slowly through the pages of the book, occasionally pausing to trace a split
hooved claw over a name and follow its line of descendantcy, she muttered and
pondered, slowly a smile widening across her face.
“Yes, this will make things much easier” She
turned to the hooded assembly “We know who carries our blood here. Go! Seek and
find them! bring them to the faith brothers and sisters!”
There was no cheer, this was not a cheering
crowd, as one it lowered its many heads in submissive agreement.
Mares and stallions of the hooded
fellowship made their way into the town undercover of night, they sought names
from the lists, speaking in beguiling and seductive words until the followed
into the jewellery shop and down a secret door to a subterranean world, the
watered down deep-pony bloodlines being bolstered and crossed with the
seaponies from the caverns depths, the groups number slowly swelling as under
the influences of the deep-ponies the Shoggoth now fully grown set to work dissolving
through the rock and stone, following narrow fissures and seems it worked to
underground waterways and streams, cutting narrow passages to wide paths as the
fellowship gathered more blood to its numbers, those beckoned and seduced into
its halls that were too weak in the line and beyond other use served to feed is
Over time the town grew weary and worried,
too many missing, too much terrible singing and noise from boarded up
supposedly devoid of life, worried pleas for help eventually made their way to
the highest levels.
When the guards broke through the door the
house was empty save for strange decoration and allot more food than a handful
of ponies would have needed, an exhaustive search eventually found a trap door
hidden under a grain sack in the cellar. Forcing it open revealed a stairway down
to a cave in the living darkness below, too far down they realised something
hand shut the way behind them, and now the ground was moving under their hooves
as many eyes opened across the walls.
By this time the party had made its way
down river and cave, avoiding daylight here possible all the way to the coast
where the Seaponies that had made the journey with them slipped into the estuary
and made their way out to sea as the others waited behind; they would make the
descent into the dark reef a mile off shore. Everything was in place now all
that was needed was to wait.
On the night of the first full moon the waters
around Whinniesmouth boiled and churned. From the deeps the black reef pushed
its way to the surface, driving massive carved stone edifices above the
waterline for the first time in millennia. The black temple of ancient basalt
breached the surface, surrounded by monumental stone rings encircling it, sea
water gushing and streaming from the arches exposed to the air after untold
Scales glistening silver in the moonlight
the seaponies spilled onto the land.
A leaping, trashing tide that swelled up
ramps and shores, crashing onto quays and docks they came in an enumerable
throng. Terrified ponies stampeded inland from the coast pushing past bleary
eyed slumberers awoken by the panic, the crowd tormenting around a procession
of robed figures that made its way calmly towards the shore, a brace of heavy
guards in armour spearheading the path clear for the smaller cultists all the
way to the sea front where they stopped and waited.
The tide of aquatic monsters subsided at
this spot, the waters calming unnaturally as beneath the waves and unearthly
song seeped it way, heralding a cadre of seapony sirens decked in monstrous
jewellery, their arrival preceding a monstrous crustacean that clambered
ponderously up the cobbled ship ramp, moving smoothly, barley jostling a pale
seapony sat in the throne of shells mounted atop is hideous back, the beast
stooping to allow her dismount. Four heavy set and smoothly scaled deep ones
plated in silvery armour flanked her side as she approached, the now kneeling
procession of cultists, de-hooding herself before them Ipsy stood at the fore,
alone. The smooth skinned Pathaela Laei observing the group coldly as around them
the seemingly endless flow of seaponies of every sort steamed onto land. Lowering
her head the sea pony priestess rubbed her cheek tenderly against her
daughters, uttering a warm greeting in their monstrous elder speech.
Ipsy spoke back in the old tongue briefly,
her words earning as much a look of surprise and joy as that unblinking smooth
face could show, turning back she beckoned Escher to approach, the basket held
gently in his teeth, its contents peering curiously over its rim with huge
Pathaela gave a delighted cooing noise as
she beheld her granddaughter for the first time, nosing the filly gently.
All around them in their isolated bubble of
ritualistic greeting the world was going to hell, some ponies fleeing, some
fighting, none were succeeding against the seemingly endless horde of underwater
horrors that swept over the land in a glistening silver tide.
Warnings: This contains graphic sexual interactions. Read at your own discretion.
A/N: I’m really getting into AU lately, so don’t be surprised if that becomes a theme in my writing!
From the moment she entered the world, the heiress was destined for something greater.
Her hair was snow white, and it grew in soft glowing curls. Her skin was like honey, but her temper was not as sweet. Her mother had fled the land when she was still a small baby, but the effect that it had on the family was detrimental. Her father didn’t know how to take care of a little baby girl, instead opting constantly hand her off to nannies. The result as she grew was a tumultuous relationship with her father. She was often scolded for running into the gardens and hiding from her maids. Only once did she venture out further…
The little girl ran as far as the garden walls. When she reached the tall iron gates, it didn’t take much for her to climb up and over them before again taking off into a sprint the woods.
This particular tantrum between her and her father had been rather bad; bad enough for the little girl to once again try to get as far as possible.
She blindly ran through the woods with tears streaming across her face. She should have listened to all the stories as she came to a stop, completely lost. The woods were no place for a pampered little eight year old heiress. They were notorious for holding all sorts of dark creatures with sharp teeth, red eyes, and a thirst for blood. The books that were read to her told of evil creatures looking for exactly what she was, small, scared children.
Too far from home and with no sense of direction as to how to get back, she fell to her knees and let out a heavy sob. Only minutes before, she’d give anything to get away from her father, but now all she wanted was to be back inside the safe cream walls of the palace.
It was then that she noticed how quiet the air was around her. She sniffled once, and then peaked out between her fingers.
She was kneeled in a clearing where no trees or brush stood, and the sun peaked through the tree tops, bathing her in jagged light patches.
The birds had stopped their chirping, and the only noise was that of wind through the trees. It was then that the creatures started emerging, but they weren’t anything that she’d heard about.
None of them had red eyes, or sharp teeth, and none of them looked like they wanted to eat her. They hesitantly exited into the clearing; none of them had seen a human in one hundred years, and she was a sight to behold. She was beautiful, even for a child with her flushed cheeks and watery eyes.
Some of them came from the trees, their forms slowly emerging like molasses from a jar. She watched in awe as the empty clearing filled with gorgeous beings. Some were brown like the bark of the trees, with rough skin and patches of feathers sprouting from their joints. Others were as green as the leaves on the trees, with flowing hair that moved in the wind like ribbons.
And then, there was one that stood out from the rest, not because he was more outrageous than some of the other characters, but because he was completely, and utterly normal. He looked like any other human save a few other features. His hair was ash toned, and it reflected the light of the sun with how glossy it was. His skin was golden from what seemed to be years in the sun, but he still looked young. His clothes were soft white, and they hung of his shoulders in billowing robes. A crown made of the freshest, and most beautiful flowers the girl had ever seen adorned his head. She caught a peak of the tips of his ears; they were slightly pointed, but that was the only sign that he wasn’t as human as she. Other than physically, he exuded power and magic. An aura hung around him in a bright, but warm light. The girl couldn’t take her eyes off of him.
A quiet murmur had begun to build between the creatures, but with only a small lift of his hands, the woods became silent again. He approached her slowly. Even though he oozed power, his steps were small and feeble, as if he were afraid to touch her.
The creatures stayed silent, watching their master with wide, doe eyes.
“Who are you?” He asked. His voice was deep and raspy.
“(Y/N),” she squeaked out. All she wanted was to break his overbearing gaze, but a force held her there. He seemed appeased by her feeble appearance, confident that she wasn’t capable of harm to his small kingdom. He realized that she was small like the younglings, and bet that she was new to the world. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different about her. He felt a sudden strange urge to protect the small thing. Her looks almost held a perfect mix of woodland and human, but the observation was fleeting, and he brushed it off.
He squatted down in front of her to get on her level. When he brushed the stray hair out of her face, the softest of winds seemed to caress her skin too. Her tears began to dry, and a sense of calm washed over her. Just as he was unafraid of her, she was sure he wasn’t out to hurt her.
“Why are you here, little one?” He asked. His speech was thick and accented, like he hadn’t spoken English in a long time. She wondered what his tongue sounded like when he spoke to his own kind.
“I- I ran away. I got in a fight with my daddy. Then I keep running past the gates and… and I got lost,” the wild look returned to her eyes and she frantically looked around. The feeling of being completely lost hit her again, and the panic returned.
He shushed her with a soft sound and ran a comforting hand through her hair. He was so kind to her and soft, something she didn’t experience often at home. She leaned into his touch. Whatever magic this man possessed, it was good for calming down terror. Her heaving breathing slowed once more.
“We’ll get you home, don’t you worry,” he took her hand, and helped her to her feet. The silence in the woods had turned to a murmur again, but the beasts were no longer afraid.
He called to a spirit that stood regally by itself a few feet away. It drifted towards them in a manner that flowed like water, and the girl concurred that this was a water spirit. It’s beauty was ethereal, but it stayed silent.
He leaned down again to meet eyes with the girl.
“This is my friend. She’s going to help you get home now, okay?” He gave a squeeze to her hand. Her only response was to hold tighter on to his warm hand and glance back and forth between him and the spirit. She didn’t want to be away from him, alone with another strange creature.
“You’ll be okay, I promise. But next time, don’t run through the gates, okay? There’s no way to assure that you’ll end up here again. There aren’t as many nice nymphs like me,” he smiled and winked, and she swore the air grew warmer.
She nodded, and reluctantly let go of his hand.
“What’s your name?” She boldly asked.
She vowed to never forget his name, and gave one last glance back as the water spirit guided her away.
Twenty feet from the gate, and the being stopped but urged her onwards.
“Thank you,” she said before slipping back to the iron gates and climbing back into the garden.
She was rushed by maids of all sorts, some worrying over her well being, other tutting about her ratted and torn clothes.
“How on earth did this happen?” One mentioned. “And your tiara is gone too. You must be so careless. We’ve all been worried sick, especially your father. What a trouble maker. What would your mother say?”
They ushered her back to the mansion, but the girl was able to spare one last glance to the rich green of the woods. The spirit was no where to be seen, and the smallest hint of sadness crept into the girl’s bones.
Years later, she wondered if it had all been a dream, but something about the golden man stuck with her for a decade. Many times, he was all she could think about at night. She’d wake up with dark circles, wondering why the night was so fitful.
The name of the man and details had faded over the years, leaving her with only an image and questions.
Most days, her father caught her gazing wistfully out the window, past the gardens and into the deep woods. He never said anything, but the look on her face worried him. She held a longing that he’d only ever seen in one other person. He was afraid that one day she would hop up and leave forever.
She grew to be the most beautiful maiden in all the land. Her unique features caused suitors to visit from all over the land, but she quickly grew bored and dismissed them.
Her maids and father grew concerned for the girl the older she got. She didn’t go outside to run through the gardens anymore. The urge to run had consumed her again, but she had duties as the heiress of the estate. She pined away her days in the window seats, or reading fantasy novels.
One day, she came down for breakfast more cheerfully than normally. Her father, although surprised, was pleased at her sudden mood change. What he didn’t know was that she had a plan.
“I think I’ll go out to the gardens today!” She exclaimed with a smile. “I’m sick of being boarded up in the house, and I’ve been so down lately.”
“I think that’s a splendid idea.”
After breakfast, the girl snuck back up to her room and made the final preparations for her escape. She knew that she was in line to take her father’s land, but she didn’t want any of it. She didn’t want the money, the arranged marriage, or the life of living behind walls.
No one batted an eye when she went outside with a small bag. They probably thought she brought a picnic outside. She only packed the small essentials, happy to get away from the stifling dresses, and fancy foods.
She paused at the gate and gulped deeply, looking up at the iron. She no longer has any need to climb over the iron, having snuck the key.
This was all banking on the hope that everything had been real, and that none of it had been a dream. With one last heavy breath and look around, she entered through the gates.
She vaguely remembered the man saying that there was no guarantee that she would would make it back to the same kingdom. She wondered if the bad creatures actually existed, and she had just been lucky.
For hours, she blindly walked. She knew it didn’t take that long the first time and her chest started to fill with despair. She chose to keep going, knowing that she would never be able to find her way back. After the sun was finally dipping beneath the horizon and the forest began to grow dark, the girl fell to her knees.
Tears filled her eyes as quickly as the despair did. She was completely and utterly lost. This had all been a mistake. When she finally collected herself enough, she looked up and found herself in a clearing.
The place felt familiar to her, and it hit her. This was the same clearing she had stumbled upon ten years earlier.
The clearing was empty with none of the fantasy creatures that she remembered.
With a gush of wind she fell backwards, her limbs flailing.
The clearing stayed empty expect for one creature. He looked the same as the very first day that she saw him, but this time he didn’t seem calm or happy to see her.
“Who are you?” He bellowed. She cowered back. He was still as beautiful and powerful as she remembered.
“(Y/N)!” She yelled over the howling sounds. The wind was swirling around her, whipping her gossamer hair. Instantly the wind stopped, and the air was silent again.
She peaked open her eyes to glance at him. His arms hung limply at his sides as he gazed down at her. Memories were slowly trickling back into her mind.
“You’re name is Taehyung! Right? I was here ten years ago. I came back,” she crawled forward.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped.
“I had to leave. I couldn’t stay there,” she pleaded. His expression softened a fraction when she said that.
“That’s why you came the first time, isn’t it?”
She didn’t speak but chose to nod her head.
“When you can’t go any further, that’s when you find us. People don’t find us because they want to. They find us because they’d be lost forever. Whether you would have been lost in the forest, or your own life, I don’t know.”
He didn’t mention how he thought that a different power brought them together. Truthfully, the girl had never left his mind either, but he didn’t bring it up.
“Oh,” she breathed. He reached his hand out to her to help her off the ground. When his warm skin met hers, the heat of one million suns blossomed through her body. She gazed at the magical creature in wonder. He seemed just as affected as her and quickly slipped his fingers from hers.
“You should know that you’re different from the others. Your family,” he mused. His hand boldly reached to stroke her silvery hair. It through her back to the first time they met, and she leaned into the warm cup of his hand.
“What do you mean?” She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re an Inbetween, a phenomena that can’t really be explained. Not part of this world, nor fully human either. I had a sneaking suspicion the first time we met. Beauty that is ethereal, a temper unmatched, a spirit I still can’t quite put my finger on,” he continued. Her eyes snapped open and she gazed at him in wonder with her milky eyes.
“I’m one of you?” She questioned. Something inside her clicked into place. This all felt right; it was the reason she could never shake the memory of this place from her bones.
“Almost,” he smiled warmly. She felt a strange swell in her chest. Then the glass shattered.
“You’re upset,” he stated.
“I don’t belong there, but I don’t belong here either. What am I supposed to do?” She mourned.
In that moment, Taehyung acted on an impulse that he never thought he would fall victim to. For so long, he ignored the soft spot he held in his heart for the girl, but he was done with such control. The hand that had been softly stroking her hair slid to the back of her neck and pulled her to him. He wanted to prove to her desperately that, yes, she did belong. as long as she was with him, she belonged.
When their lips collided, the universe halted for a moment. And then, every supernova exploded into dust. The heat that suddenly appeared fused their bodies together, and she could see the light through her eyelids.
He pulled away after a short second, much to her dismay. They looked at each other as if seeing the other for the first time.
“What was that?” She whispered.
“I don’t know,” his thumbs came to caress her soft cheeks. “But I think I’d like to experience that forever.”
He leaned in again, recapturing her lips with his. To his satisfaction, she responded with as much vigor as he did. The feelings that had been growing for the past decade suddenly swelled, and the two reveled in each other’s bodies.
“Where are the other creatures?” She questioned while he worked on her neck.
“We’re alone, at least for now. They don’t come unless I call them,” he explained.
“Good. That means I have you all to myself,” she tugged him as close to her as space would allow. She had never felt like this. She never knew she could. He only let a soft sigh at her words, continuing his assault of her glowing skin.
For her whole life she felt like a caged animal, pacing at the fence. Her body felt completely free from any restraints, and it felt as if heavy shackles were finally dropping off one by one.
“Taehyung. I want you,” she spoke shyly. As he moved his lips further and further down her chest, she tugged at the golden strands on his head. His hands weren’t doing much other than holding their heated bodies together, but she didn’t mind. The embrace felt good to her untouched body.
“Good,” he gave a light nip to the skin above her breast. “Because you can have all of me. Forever,” he laved his tongue over the small hickey. She threw her head back, letting out a long sigh. All of her nerves were on fire, alighted everywhere he touched her.
In one smooth movement, her dressed was ripped from her body. She never expected a nymph to be so strong, but it created a sharp spark in the pit of her stomach. She had never before noticed the rippling muscles in his arms, now on display because his white garments were mussed.
He ascended on her once more, kissing and licking and nipping at any piece of skin that was exposed. He took a moment to lay her down in the soft grass, and positioned himself to lay over her and between her legs.
His crown of flowers was crooked to the side, and he looked utterly adorable as he gaped down at her. With a small giggle, she removed it from his head to replace it on hers.
“Wow, you’re so beautiful,” he smoothed his hands up and down her bare waist.
“You’re quite the sight to behold as well,” her hand cupped the side of his face lovingly.
“Can I take care of this?” He asked as he fondled the strap of her undergarments. She nodded. He treated her like the finest porcelain, caressing her body with the lightest feather touches. Everywhere his fingers touched, light and warmth blossomed across her.
He delicate removed the rest of the fabric from her, and she shivered as the grass tickled her naked body. She tugged at the white robes on him, pulling it off of his shoulders before placing delicate kisses there. He got the signal and snapped his fingers. The material began to dissipate into the air around them, turning in golden light particles that floated through the warm summer air.
The both of them were bare for each other, their skin reflecting the sun that shone through the leaves.
She couldn’t help herself as her eyes flicked downwards. Even with her less annoying suitors, she never gave her body to them. Nothing could ever replace the space that Taehyung filled in her mind. She’d been waiting for this for a long time now.
He was fully erect, thick and long with precum already leaking from the tip. As he moved towards her, it bobbed against his stomach and she gulped. She knew how this was supposed to work, but he was big. She had no idea how he was going to fit.
He saw the nervousness in her eyes and kneeled down between her legs again. He took her in his arms again, placing soft kisses all over her cheeks and eyelids.
“I’ll go slow, okay?” He pulled a fraction away from her. There she could see his chocolate brown eyes with flecks of golden shimmer in them. They were so warm and ensuring that she trusted him with all her heart.
“Just look at me,” he cooed. She calmed herself with a slow breath out and held his eyes. They were deep and inviting, and she didn’t find it hard to keep the contact. While she focused on him, he carefully guided himself to her puckered entrance. He pushed past her slick folds, pushing the head of himself into her warmth.
The immediate pressure on the most sensitive part of him made his teeth clench, and the vein popped out of his neck. She was not so much in pleasure. Her head fell back as she let out a loud cry. Already, she felt as if she was being ripped in half. Her core rapidly pulsed around him in both protest and lust. He quickly pushed her arms to the grass to hold back her clawing hands. He desperately fought for control over himself and the current situation.
“Taehyung!” She cried. “It hurts! You don’t fit! It hurts!”
“Just a bit farther, love,” he gritted through his teeth. What she hadn’t notice through her flailing was that every single movement caused him so slip a little further into her. The result was him already almost hilt deep inside of her velvet walls. “You’re doing amazing. You feel amazing,” he added.
The tears that had begun streaming down her face halted their production. She wrenched open her squeezed shut eyelids to look at the nymph above her. His head was tilted back ever so slightly, exposing the veins in his neck. His mouth was open slack and his eyes were shut lightly. Only then did she really realize the impact she was having on him.
“Taehyung,” she cooed, reaching to stroke the skin on his hipbone. “You can go deeper. It’s alright. I’m alright,” she soothed. In actuality, it hurt like hell, but the satisfaction she gained from his pleasure outweighed the pain.
He let out a strangled moan and sunk the rest of the way into her. She had to bite back the cry that bubbled in her throat, instead digging her fingers into his hips. The both of them had a thin coat of sweat glazed over their bodies, and the summer heat didn’t aid either.
Taehyung slouched down to hold her tight against him and bury his face in the crook of her neck. He placed sloppy kisses on the junction of skin, content for the moment in simply being connected so intimately to her. That deep satisfaction didn’t last for long though.
“(Y/N), love, can I move?” He choked out. The burning pain between her thighs was slowing fading to a dull ache. She no longer felt as if he was hurting her, but a fullness took its place.
“Yes, I think so,” she murmured. The feeling was different now, and she was unsure.
Taehyung placed his hands on either side of her head, anchoring his feet to slowly slide his hips back and then forward again, creating a slick popping noise in the quiet clearing.
“Oh!” She released, her hands suddenly coming up to wrap around his torso.
“What is it? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly. He whole body froze and he stilled inside her.
“Yes… That felt… Good,” the end of her sentence was capped off with a breathy moan.
“Good, that’s good,” he huffed. He smile broke out on his face, and she swore it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. He was sunshine, surrounding and cocooning her in light. He leaned to place a kiss on her forehead and then eyelids. He pulled his hips back again, pushing into her slowly before finding a smooth rhythm.
Each thrust of his hips pushed her into the grass, and he enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce back with his force.
The friction was delicious and she let out another breathy moan. His hips stuttered at the glorious sound spilling from her rosy lips. He swore he never saw something as beautiful as the sweaty, pink, half-girl beneath him. The thought only spurred him on and he gave a particularly harsh thrust into her. The sound of euphoria echoed out of both of their lips: his because he reached new depths, hers because he brushed against a spot she didn’t know about.
“Taehyung! Right there!” She urged him on. The sweat dribbled down the side of his face, and she eagerly craned her neck to lap at the small droplet. He was salt and sunshine, sweet and bitter all at once.
For just a moment, she allowed her gaze to slip down to where the two of them were connected. The sight almost made her eyes roll back in pleasure, the both of the slick and pink from one another. Her nails scratched softly at his tanned skin, earning her a soft whimper.
While his one arm held him up, muscles bulging, his other snake down between them to find her clit and rub long, hard strokes over it. Her moans became sharper and she mewled, the feeling almost too much. He was careful not to touch her sensitive bud directly, keeping the hood over her most responsive cherry.
The result of his touches and thrusts had her vision blurring, and she fought to create a coherent sentence.
“I think,” she gurgled. “I think I’m close,” her hand absently and weakly pushed at the fingers that stroking to intensely over her most sensitive area. He brushed her hand away like a fly, eager to get her there before him. The searing pleasure was too much for her, yet her body yearned for more of it, more of the aching satisfaction that seemed just over the horizon.
“Come on, (Y/N)-ah. You’re almost there, baby. You can let go. You can let go.”
And she did. She let everything go: every pent up emotion, hate, feeling. They oozed away with her orgasm like water disappearing down a sink drain.
Her whole body convulsed with the waves of pleasure as she let out a harsh shriek. The feeling of one million burning suns spread through her bones and tissues. Such warmth and happiness flooded her veins, and she continued to make small sounds as the pleasure worked its course. Her hand pushed harder at his fingers that still worked lazily over her clit. Her swollen, well-fucked heat was sensitive and she stopped his ministrations.
Her gave a few, last strokes before coming undone. For a moment, her and Taehyung were one being as he let himself dissolve too. His body plastered itself to her, his hips weakly rutting into her to prolong the pleasure. His breathing came out in short, husky moans as he too lapped at the sweat beads on her neck. He stayed enveloped in her for as long as he could until she made a small sound of protest at his heavy form. He rolled off of her, quick to pull her body back into him.
The flower crown now laid crooked on her head, and he gave her a warm smile before fixing it.
“You can stay with me,” he whispered, breaking the silence. The offer was bold, and even Taehyung was surprised at his bravery. “With us. We’d be happy to have you,” he leaned in and kissed her forehead.
“Okay,” she agreed.
White ribbons wove themselves from the soft greenery they laid on, cocooning them together into a warm bundle. She knew in that moment that she had never been more loved or safe.
“By the way, I think this belongs to you,” he produced an old, rusty tiara from somewhere around him. The small crown, still adorned with crystals sat daintily in his hand. She took it from him, examining it for a minute before tossing it back as far as she could.
“I don’t need that anymore. All I need is you,” she snuggled into his side.
Summary: There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden and Negan just found some gems.
Word Count: 2,802 words
Warnings: Language..no surprise there. Not much for this chapter. Some hints at daddy kink. Let me know if I need to add any. Will get explicit in the future. This will be slow burnish.
Author’s Note: First foray into fan fiction. Not sure what I am doing, but this won’t leave my brain alone. I got this idea when I started thinking about how I would like to spend my days post zombie apocalypse and the movie Blast from the Past kinda popped up in mind. I’m not meant for roughing it. It’s been 12 years since I have written anything. @negans-network thanks for the encouragement. Here’s goes nothing.
His scouts had found the seemingly abandoned house in the
middle of nowhere a few days ago and swore up and down that they had seen a
girl going in through an upstairs window. When they tried to climb the fence
surrounding the property, they were shocked, literally, that the electricity
still flowed through it. The short wall of burned walkers around the perimeter
made a lot more sense though.
How the fuck was that
fence still electrified?
Negan could see the house boarded up, a flat roofed car
port, and a large dilapidated barn but nothing to suggest any kind of
inhabitants or fucking technology. This place looked like it had been abandoned
long before the world turned to shit.
He had been hiding in the trees beyond the fenced in yard.
He hadn’t seen any sign of life all day. Every now and then a walker would
meander through. Lucille took care of them easily. He was about to give up for
the day. He didn’t want to be out at night especially when he could be balls
deep in one of his wives and then tucked into his comfortable bed.
Well hot diggity dog.
Those fucking morons were actually right.
He saw her. She climbed out the second story window,
lowering a basket on a pulley attached to the roof. The pale skin of her arms
and face practically reflected the sunlight. Her long dark hair was in a ponytail.
She scaled the lattice on the wall until she could easily jump to the ground.
She grabbed the basket and seemingly without a care in the world walked to a cluster
of trees. She scoured the ground and every now and then picked up something up
and dropped in her basket.
When she was done scavenging in the dirt, he watched her
climb back up, pull the now full basket up and go back inside. He walked the
perimeter of the fence and found what he was looking for. One tall tree with a
branch over hanging the fence.
Roots spread under the mud Drags the steel sprawl out towards the sea Pile these cold souls so tight they’ll hardly breathe Flames will walk the earth Let them roam They don’t need what can spend so easily Make this wretched mass work for their gloom Flames will walk the earth And nothing will change Pack ourselves so tight we can’t breathe On their grief We cast our roots deep The grid extends its reach Things don’t look good As we feel the ground wake Nothing will change Flames will walk the earth And nothing will change
I’m glad you specified the show canon, as the comics canon completely contradicts the A:TLA Urzai dynamic. (And no, I won’t go into that, because I don’t fancy frothing at the mouth right now.)
First of all, Ozai was an abusive parent, but that does not necessarily mean he was an abusive husband. Although it’s not out of the realm of possibility, Ursa never acts frightened in Ozai’s presence or recoils from him in any way. She is free to chastise Azula, Ozai’s favorite, without hindrance and never shows Ozai any special deference or submission. There is even evidence that Ozai cared about her as far as he was able. There’s this shot that @exfirelordozaipointed out:
Ursa when Lu Ten was reported killed in action, and Ozai after Ursa is banished forever, standing in the exact same place.
Then there is Zuko’s admission in the “Ember Island Players”:
I told you, my Father hasn’t come here since our family was actually happy. And that was a long time ago.
If Ozai wasn’t sentimental about Ursa, why would he board up his leisure house at Ember Island and never visit it? He didn’t want to be reminded of his wife because it was, at some level, painful. My guess is this: Ursa and Ozai, while perhaps not in love, had a certain amount of affection for each other and maybe even shared political goals at one point. Ursa is shown to be on board with the Fire Nation’s conquest of Ba Sing Se and is never shown expressing doubt at the rightness of the cause, nor does she shirk at regicide, albeit to spare her son. But with Lu Ten’s death, followed by Azulon’s snubbing of Ozai and demanding that Ozai sacrifice Zuko, Ozai’s resentment at being passed over for heir, combined with his ambition, drove him toward murder of his father, banishment of his wife, and exile of his son. Once Ursa left, any trace of compassion Ozai might have had left with her, and both her children were left without a loving parent–until Iroh came along for Zuko.
“So you found the spell what do you want from me?” Klaus
asked furiously. He’d been called to the boarding house, pulled away from his
watch over you inspecting his art, to deal with inferior creatures that seemed
unable to function without him.
“Bonnie isn’t powerful enough to use the spell.” Elena said defensively,
stepping in front of Bonnie when Klaus bared his fangs at her.
“Well I’ll have someone find you a stronger witch.” He
snapped before vanishing leaving them to winder where he was keeping you.
“You look different now.” Klaus smiled when you jumped and
turned away from the painting in front of you.
“I don’t want this spell lifted, I don’t want to lose Elena
and Jer… Aunt Judith.” Your fingers reached out to brush the paint and he
gently caught your hand.
“You never could keep those hands to yourself.” You looked
up at him as he swallowed and twisted his fingers into yours, before you got
uncomfortable enough to pull away, he dropped you hand and hurried over to the
corner of the room.
“I managed to save your flower for you… when we first
settled in Fell’s church you said you’d never seen something that could rival
the beauty of the sun setting over the sea.” He pulled back the panel that had
stood against one wall, revealing a large pot of dirt with the same flowers
that grew around your window pane at home,
“Aunt Judith thinks it’s odd the flower seems to grow just
for me.” You muttered, forgetting to fill in the vampire on what it was you
meant but he seemed more engrossed in watching you finger the delicate purple
“I named it after you, it has become very popular.” He
smiled at you and moved away, leaving you with the plant.
It was my Christmas wish to see Mulder & Scully’s house in the snow. Snow is actually quite rare in this part of Canada, so chalk this one up to a holiday miracle!
I hope these photos conjure visions of Mulder & Scully snuggling next to the fire. And you know Mulder chopped their Christmas tree down right from their own damn lot, that he looked sexy af swinging that axe! 😏
Sending these pics along with a big thank you for everyone that makes this fandom great. I’m so glad to be a part of this awesome community of Philes on Tumblr. All my best wishes for a fantastic holiday season!
Happy Holidays, Tumblr! xo Mel (& Mulder & Scully)