why is matt holding a knife

nathanprescottz  asked:

26 + 46 with the monsters?

this got Super long but i’m really rusty with writing right now so, excuse the length.

26. “I dare you to go down there.”

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46. “Nobody’s ever gotten past that cove.” “Why?” “Have you not heard the tale?”


Aaron settled down by the campfire, holding his hands out to keep himself warm. If only Nicky had grabbed the generator when Matt was offering it, Aaron could’ve been having a better time without reception right now.

A better time not listening to shitty campfire stories while Kevin downed whiskey from the flask Andrew had given him, watching Andrew pick off each and every marshmallow Neil managed to skewer over the fire.

When his tale was received by even more crickets, Nicky asked, “So, what’re we doing tomorrow? Y’know, aside from finally going back home because Jesus fuck, I don’t think I want to catch fifteen different diseases out here.”

“Trust me, you will,” Aaron muttered, then huffed when Nicky nudged him.

“Don’t jinx it, asshole,” Nicky hissed.

Neil shrugged, then said, “I’ll probably go for a jog tomorrow, look around, get some pictures while I’m at it. I think Kevin needed some for a project.”

“Don’t remind me,” Kevin grumbled, taking another swig from his flask.

Aaron stood, ignoring the way his knees creaked in protest to the sudden movement. “I need to piss.”

“Don’t get eaten by a bear,” was Andrew’s farewell. A middle finger was Aaron’s.

They’d picked a good spot in the park, a clearing past a random cove that was secluded enough that rangers couldn’t easily find them but was safe enough that they could dodge out the moment something went wrong.

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Fic: Act Three, Scene Five - 1/3 (The Vampire Diaries; Stefan/Caroline)

Fandom: The VampireDiaries

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: CarolineForbes/Stefan Salvatore

Summary: “But you? Oh you.” He runs the rest of his fingers through her hair, and reaches up to caress her cheek with the thumb of his other hand, “What you wouldn’t give to be in my shoes.” A post 6x17 fic.

Author’s Note: What’s this? A multi-chapter fic? Really? I don’t even know to be honest. Part one is based off of speculation and clips from the promo for 6x18, but after that it veers off in a different direction. Enjoy?

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Part One: Rising Action


His lips are hot and insistent trailing down the side of her neck.

And in that moment the tiny part of her mind that screams to be heard, the artfully buried voice of reason, of right and wrong, is finally silenced completely.

She just doesn’t care.

Because this? This is exactly what she wants.

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  • Me: I trust the cast of Critical Role. I trust Matt with the narrative he's building. I trust Talisen with his character. No matter what decision they make. I trust them to tell the story that we as the audience and Vox Machina deserve.
  • Person: Why are you holding that knife.
  • Me: because i trust them ........... so much.......