This is where im going to post all of my writing. There will even be things exclusive to this blog than my deviantart account. Everything posted will be written by me! It is not my main blog, but i will be posting on occasion first drafts! Icon of my OC made by: crystallinarose.tumblr.com Tags: sammykhwrites.tumblr.com/tagged/ Poetry, Gravity Falls, MLP, WTNV, Undertale, Original, OC, fanfic, tma, cotl, Main blog: sammykh.tumblr.com My DA: sammykh.deviantart.com/ My AO3: archiveofourown.org/users/Sammykh
The Moon rises, and with it, so does the excitement of the evening. Yngya's flock, as well as helpful friends from all over aid and setting up the party. The decorations are beautiful. Everyone oozing us as everything comes into place. A drink house is built, and drinks start being made.
A bonfire is set up in the center of woodhaven, temporarily taking the place of the statue that once held the Cold Mother, though it would return once the magic the Anon granted wore off.
For now though, the Once Dead citizens of Woolhaven begin to drink laugh and dance as music begins to play. It truly is like the old times, and Yngya takes a moment to soak it all in. She feels the tears running down her face, but she pays them no mind.
Soon all of this would be over, soon everyone would go back to being dead, their spirits damned to haunt their birthplace.
She allows herself a moment to grieve the future, before turning to her flock with a smile. For now, it was time to forget about all of that. It was time to live once more. She deserved one more good night. She deserved to feel joy again, even if it was just for this night. Even if she wasn't promised to feel joy again, she knew she would forever be grateful for this moment.
Perhaps the world really, truly, wasn't as horrible, as hopeless as she felt during the depths of the rot.
"Yin-uh, M-Mother, are you well?" Sariel asks. He cannot look at her, meet her eyes, but he was excellent at noticing her, caring for her. It was much too alien to stand such a distance away, to treat her as a goddess rather than his wife. He knew she was hurt by him, by the others.
Her ears twitched, but she didn't turn her head, focused on watching the excited flock dance and drink and play.
Sariel risked a glance, feeling relieved that she wasn't outright banishing him for his (synonym for ego) to so much as approach her for what he did.
"Look, Sariel." Yngya replies, and she turns to him, and he all at once knows exactly what she's feeling, and falling for her beautiful eyes once again. His heart palpates, and he turns to the party, trying to ignore the ache his rational mind causes. "We're *alive!*"
He turns back to her and she's smiling out at the party, tears are streaming down her face and he wants nothing more than to reach up and wipe her eyes.
They both know he no longer has the right.
"We are." He agrees, nodding. "I'm surprised at how much help we've received."
"It's been so long." Yngya says, finally wiping her eyes. She turns to Sariel. The movement is abrupt, and it catches his attention. He avoids her eyes until she lifts his chin.
His heart stops for a moment, a rush of hopes and denials and grief and desire all at once, before he breathes, his heart kicking into gear once more. He meets her eyes and she's looking at him kindly. It's painful, but he doesn't falter.
"I can't forgive you, not yet, maybe ever." She begins, and holds his cheek. "But thank you, for the wonderful years we had before...our last years. You were a wonderful husband. Dutiful, caring, resolute. I loved you so completely."
He's fighting his own emotions now, and her last sentence twisted itself into his heart. "I love you too." He whispers.
She pulls him in for a kiss. Soft, cold, and tasting of snowberry and regret, they both melt into the kiss.
When they pull away, there's a finality to it. An acceptance. He was still faithful, she was still his Goddess, they were alive, but that was to be their last kiss.
But still, there was a weight lifted off both of them.
"Come, let us join the party. This is our last night to live!" Yngya takes him by the hand, chuckling, leading him into the party.
Fireworks begin to go off, and the two go their separate ways. He goes to dance at the fire, She chooses to watch the fireworks.
A gentle snow begins to fall, as the party goes on through the night....
Hey, kids - I see this post making the rounds again, and I’d like to add some additional thoughts that I’ve gained in the 5+ years since originally making this post:
When I originally made this dumb comic in 2013, I was a Graphic Designer for a Radio Station in Ohio. As of this writing in 2018, I am a Storyboard Artist at Warner Bros. Animation. I am now one of “””the professionals””” referenced in the third image. And let me tell you:
…I am still making things up as I go.
…I still don’t have character turnarounds.
… I have… some worldbuilding done. Not all of it, though. That’s going to be a permanent work in progress.
…Making the comic is the character study/studies.
…I am still convinced I’m not working hard enough.
…You will never, no matter what you do or how far you go, ever feel like you’re completely ready to do something until you actually do it.
Coming at you again from the year of 2022 and working for Disney with an update: it’s all still true. I still have no idea what I’m doing. This is getting ridiculous.
But seriously: the second you free yourself from the expectations of perfection you will suddenly be overleveled for many of life’s challenges.
How to create a character for an online or tabletop RPG (also a good guide on creating characters in general)
Royalty/nobility TV Tropes page
Basic character profile
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Random character generators - (1), (2), (3), (4)
D&D Character Building Tool
Character Design Ideas:
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Character Design Inspiration blog
Concept art, fan art, cool art to be inspired by
Character design references and inspiration
Sources for POC character design ideas and models
Create your own character model using HeroForge
For horned characters
Body and hair types guide
Random outfit generator
Naming Help:
Amazing site with an endless amount of naming resources
General advice on avoiding naming appropriation
Hispanic Surnames
Gothic Victorian names
Huge master list for character things in general
Masterlist of names of all types - including but not limited to ancient/old world names, Celtic, African, Northern European, Southern and Central American Native names, Japanese, Chinese, Mongolian, Polynesian, and more
Another name masterlist
How to pick a character name guide
Yet another names masterlist
Creating Background/backstory:
Character Sheet/Development Sheet
Another character development list
In-depth character personality, motivations and traits sheet
320 talents and passions for characters
On writing likes and dislikes that aren’t frivolous
Why you should write non-human characters non-conforming to the gender binary
Stereotypes, tropes, and archetypes
Random backstory generator
Assassin and thief character tropes to avoid
Character Interactions and putting your character into your world/story:
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Characters who are scientists and writing about them doing science
Describing what different voices sound like
Describing skin tones
Writing friendship interactions that are platonic
Why having one character knock their friend unconscious to prevent them from doing something is a bad idea
Advice on shipping OCs with canon characters and what to avoid doing
Sweet Polly Oliver and Sweet on Polly Oliver situations (think of Disney’s Mulan for an example)
How to write multiple viewpoints/juggling a main cast of more than 4 to 6 characters
How to make readers care about your morally gray hero/anti-hero
On platonic OC and canon character relationships
How to avoid Godmodding in RPs
When it’s cheap to kill off a character
Writing dialogue
Things you shouldn’t do to canon characters
Avoiding purple prose in writing and RPs
Slang resources
Dialogue tips
Websites to chart your story/plot/character relationships
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 9/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), The Fox (Cult of the Lamb)
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Existential Crisis, Existential Angst, Fluff, Romance, Stoning
Summary:
I’m following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I’m going to do but I’m going to try to get as many as possible.
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Better late than never, or falling to far behind lol
Day 9: Bones Are Needed
They did it under the cover of night; their excuse was that they didn’t have time. It was true, but the lamb couldn’t help but feel guilty disturbing the resting place of one of their followers. However, famine was on the horizon and they needed a harvest ritual. Just their luck they were short on bones.
Digging up a body was simple due to their power and endless energy. Still, they hesitated when the body was unearthed. They said a prayer to The One Who Waits, before pulling it out of the hole, and kicking the dirt back in. Nobody would even know but them.
They picked up the body and sighed. Time to find a deserted area for the harvest. The One Who Waits would surely appreciate the follower meat in the offering box.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 8/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), The Fox (Cult of the Lamb)
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Existential Crisis, Existential Angst, Fluff, Romance, Stoning
Summary:
I’m following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I’m going to do but I’m going to try to get as many as possible.
Day 8: Teeth
“Ow!” The Lamb exclaimed abruptly, holding their mouth with a wince.
Narinder tilted his head. “What did you do?” He questioned.
“Gh, I bit my cheek again. I don’t know why this keeps happening all of a sudden!” They complained, frustrated.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 7/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), The Fox (Cult of the Lamb)
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Existential Crisis, Existential Angst, Fluff, Romance, Stoning
Summary:
I’m following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I’m going to do but I’m going to try to get as many as possible.
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Day 7: This Death Was Painful
They really should have dealt with the dissent before it became a problem.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), The Fox (Cult of the Lamb)
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Original Character(s), Existential Crisis, Existential Angst, Fluff, Romance
Summary:
I’m following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I’m going to do but I’m going to try to get as many as possible.
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This one got longer than expected, and I might just make it It’s own fic in the future so keep an eye out cx
Narinder has been working on a new ritual; it’s time for the crown to switch brows once more.
Day 6: Ritual
“Lamb, come with me.” Narinder said, gesturing for the lamb to follow him. Curious, and with a pavlovian response to his orders, they followed him to the temple.
“What’s this about?” They asked.
He was silent as they walked, and he paused when they reached the temple. “You are burdened.” He replied, pushing open the doors.
That was… unhelpful.
The lamb followed Narinder into the temple, and saw it prepared for a ritual. Apprehension grew. “Nari, what’s going on?” They asked.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 5/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder, Original Follower Character(s) (Cult of the Lamb), The Fox (Cult of the Lamb)
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Original Character(s), Existential Crisis, Existential Angst
Summary:
I'm following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I'm going to do but I'm going to try to get as many as possible.
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Day 5: Peer into the darkness
The fox grinned down at The Lamb, his offer hung in the air like an executioner's axe.
The lamb shook their head. “No. No I won't do it.” Was what they said the first time he asked. Now though, they needed the talisman. They needed the power to fully ascend to proper godhood.
More threats were coming over the horizon. Who knows if the next being they fought would be as hard to kill as the ones in the old faith.
They had too much to lose now. Too many people relying on them for peace. For safety. The sacrifice of one vs the many.
They met the fox’s hungry eyes. The creature was salivating at their continued hesitance. He needn’t say a thing, they sought him out after all. They knew what he wanted.
“Isn't there anything else I can give you?” The lamb asked.
The fox laughed. “I'd ask for your life, but seeing how well that ended for your God, I'm not inclined to ask.” The Lamb's glare confirmed that answer for the fox, and he laughed again. “Ratau, or nothing, Lamb.”
They took a breath, fidgeting. Were they really going to go with it? Betray their oldest friend? The one who's treated them like one of his own? The one who they consider a father figure? Just for power? Was this really what they were going to do?
Their heart pounded. Would he hate them for even considering?
The crown melted into their hand, forming a sword and looking up at them, offering an alternative. They stared back at it, and they could feel the fox’s mood shift.
They’d killed gods. What was this fox but a former god, one who likely stepped down when the old faith took over.
They tightened their grip on the sword and looked back up to the fox. They had a third choice. They were going to take it. They smiled.
“I make my own choices now, fox. I'll change the deal. How about your life for the amulet? Either I kill you and take it, or you give it to me, and I spare your life.”
The fox growled. “That isn't my terms, little lamb.”
“Isn't it? A life for power. A sacrifice. You know exactly how persistent I am when I have a goal. I think you know just how much stronger I am than you. Otherwise you would have asked for my life.” They were slightly bluffing. They didn't know if they could take on the fox or not. But they were prepared to die several times trying.
They pointed the sword at the fox. “Well, are you going to risk opposing me? Or do you want to live to eat another day?”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Original Character(s), Existential Crisis, Existential Angst
Summary:
I'm following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I'm going to do but I'm going to try to get as many as possible.
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Day 4: Lose Your Head
“Hey, Nari. Nari!” Narinder startled, fur poofing at the unexpected voice. He looked around for the lamb, not seeing them. “Over here! On the bed.”
There, Narinder spotted their head resting on the bed. Without their body. Their collar lay next to them. It was an unsettling and unusual sight. “Lamb...where is your body?” He asked, hesitating to approach.
“Haa, yeah that's the question isn't it?” They replied sheepishly.
“You lost your body...” Narinder deadpanned.
“You know that saying, ‘I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached to me’?”
Narinder sighed, rubbing his face. “You want me to help you find your body?”
“Please?”
“How the hell did this happen!?” Narinder asked, exasperated.
“Well, I was trying on new fleeces, and I wanted to get a better look at myself...”
“And...?”
“...And I may have heard a commotion outside and reflexively went out to go see what was going on...and too late did I realize I couldn't see, as my head is still on the bed...”
Narinder sighed. “You owe me for this, lamb.” He growled, grabbing their head by the horns. “Show me which way your body went.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism, Original Character(s), Existential Crisis, Existential Angst
Summary:
I'm following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I'm going to do but I'm going to try to get as many as possible.
Day 3: Rise From the Dead
Noon had lived a long life. From his harrowing past in the land of the old faith, to being invited to join the Lambs cult, to living the rest of his days in relative peace.
He was old. Ready to pass on to Death’s domain.
It was right after the morning sermon that he felt his heart give out. He swayed, everything going numb and his vision going dark. The last thing he heard was the shouts and sad murmurs of the others before everything went dark.
Then, it was bright.
Noon sat up and looked around. Was this the afterlife?
He walked forward, bone dust soft under his feet. He felt no pain. It was truly peaceful. But it was so...empty. Quiet.
Where was his family? His friends? Anyone?
His heart would race if it still worked. He ran into the empty quiet, shouting.
Was this really how it was?
He didn't know how long he wandered. Days? Weeks? Years? He didn't envy the former One Who Waits for being stuck in this emptiness.
A tug! That was a tug he just felt on his soul. Something was calling to him! It felt...like the Lamb!
He ran towards it, shouting praises.
The return to his body was violent. He threw up black bile as he heard the Lamb complete the sermon.
Noon trembled, haunted by his time in the afterlife. Someone was speaking to him but they felt so far away.
There was nothing...nothing there. To die and come back ....an endless loop....Is there to be no rest?
He was being ushered away, and he vaguely noticed the world moving.
He was laid down.
Was life to be the only rest he would get?
He dreamed of the big empty afterlife, and beautiful crystals.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism
Summary:
I'm following the prompts by Stycu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I'm going to do but I'm going to try to get as many as possible.
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I highly recommend listening to Heart Heart Head by Meg Meyers before reading this drabble.
Day 2: Heart
Narinder left.
The world felt off, and at first The Lamb couldn't determine why. They thought that he was acclimating. They thought he was happy. They thought he...he loved them.
Their heart was racing. It was aching.
Followers started asking them what was wrong. They tried to say it was nothing, but they couldn't even feel numb.
The days continued to pass and the pain only grew. Their thoughts consumed by worry, concern and heartbreak.
Who else could love him as he had. Who else could understand them like he had. Who else could pin them to the wall and kiss them so deeply the world would fade away.
It was a month after he left them that they fell to their knees in the temple. All they could do was scream at the agony and anger. It was all too much. It hurt too much. They were alone again.
Their hand dug into their chest. It hurt less than the pain in their heart. Screaming, bleeding, they felt the cracking of their ribs as they reached further in. Their tears came out as blood. Finally their hand grasped their wounded heart, and in a quick motion, pulled it out.
Gasping, they watched the heart beat uselessly in their hand, the pain easing.
Finally, numb.
They dropped it on the floor, center of the temple. Breathing.
Days passed. It was easier to seem okay. Their followers no longer worried. They no longer cared. He had been right, they all were a means to an end.
He was right about many things. Perhaps he was right to leave. They were living fine without him.
They realized how much he still consumed their thoughts. They had pulled out their heart, but they couldn't do it to their mind. They didn't care. But he still haunted their thoughts and dreams. They felt so hollow. It was easy. It was fine.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder
Additional Tags: October Prompt Challenge, Tags May Change, Cannibalism
Summary:
I’m following the propmts by Stychu-stych on Tumblr this month. This is gonna be a collection of drabbles based on each prompt! Not sure how much I’m going to do but I’m going to try to get as many as possible.
Day 1: You Are Who You Eat
The dust cleared.
The lamb was panting from the exertion of the fight, grinning. They were victorious.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Lamb/The One Who Waits | Narinder
Characters: The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), The One Who Waits | Narinder
Additional Tags: inspired by the TROD AU, Bondage, Teasing, the bell is used as a gag, Semi-explicit sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Light Bondage, im just so feral for these two, ambiguous genitalia for the lamb, They/Them Pronouns for The Lamb (Cult of the Lamb), sex in a tree, lamb has a fear of heights, Scar kisses, Neck Kissing
Summary:
During a long crusade, Narinder decides it's time for some much needed stress relief of another kind, and decides to give the lamb a small lesson in patience.
context of the inspired fic not needed, but it helps lol
(i also highly recommend reading @bamsara's fic)
In response to my dad's sexist Boat Shopping story.
A woman goes out looking for a boat. She's of age, and excited to start sailing. She wants something reliable and steady. She's seen women with cheap boats and shakes her head. She sees women with holes in their boats and shakes her head. She searches the boat stores, looking around and browsing, and they all tell her the same thing. "Our boats are the finest in the country. Ours is the best."
"How do I decide?" The woman thinks.
She asks around. "Where did you get that boat?" She asks the woman trying desperately to patch the holes in her boat. "I got it from the shop around the corner. They said they were the best, and the boats looked sturdy and safe. I spent all I had, and I can't afford a new boat now"
She continues on, and finds a woman with a boat split in two. "Where did you get this boat?" She asked.
"From the shop down the street. They told me their boats were the best. They told me it would take some time to make, and I saw the woman who went to the shop around the corner, so I decided to wait a couple years. As soon as I put it in the water it split in two, I nearly drowned."
The woman moved on, seeing more and more women with faulty boats. "Is it even possible to find a new boat that could hold me?" She wonders. She thinks about the boats in her mother's life. She had many faulty ones as well, but there was one that she had for a long time.
"I want a boat like my mother had."
She asked her mother where she got her boat. "Why, I got the boat from the shop around the corner, this one has treated me well."
"Hmm" The woman thought. "That first girl must have chosen the wrong one."
Still, she remains wary, looking for other women with good boats. She finds a woman with a boat so sturdy, it holds her children. "Ma'am, where did you find your boat?"
"From the shop around the corner. If you know how to pick them, you can float just fine. Not all boats are bad."
The woman nods. She understands it's possible to find a boat that suits her.
An older lady approaches the woman. "Be wary of the boat place across the street, I got a boat from there, and when I took it out with my children, it sank, taking my children with it. "
"Is there any place that makes perfect boats every time?" The woman asks.
The old lady shakes her head. "I've seen woman come out with good boats from both stores. But I've seen a lot of bad ones as well. Best not buy a boat at all."
The woman thinks hard about where she wanted to go to get her boat, and goes to the shop around the corner and looks over the boats. She had seen more good ones come out of her. There are many shapes and sizes, beautiful ones and ugly ones. She checks them for holes, and for unstable support.
Finally, she thinks she picked the perfect one. She was careful not to choose an expensive one, so she wouldn't spend all she had on it as well. She tests the boat, and it floats flawlessly. She smiled. "Is this boat a good one?" She asks the boat maker.
"Indeed it is, it's made just for you." He grinned. "It's good, sturdy, and will hold up your kids."
She did her best to pick out the perfect boat.
She takes it out on the water, happy, until she gets into the middle of the lake, where cracks begin to form. She tries to cover up the cracks, but more keep forming until she is exhausted, and there's no way she can reach the land in time.
The news comes out of the woman the next day. She drowned when her boat sank in the middle of the lake. "She should have known better." The article reads.
"Of all these perfect boats to pick from, she chose the one that was unfinished." Said the boat maker in his interview. "It was damaged, it had no support. She really should have considered the structure of the boat. Not all boats sink, you just have to find the perfect one." The boat maker grinned. "It's her own fault she drowned."
Worldcat is my bestie and my one true love!! Not only does it tell you what library a book is at, but it also price compares different used book sites against each other for easy view! It's how I got Tarot For the Master for $10!!
Oh, and since I have your attention: z-library (books and textbooks) and sci-hub (gatekept scientific journal articles.) I just ripped a textbook for class off z-library and snatched a required reading from sci-hub. Life is good and education should be accessible at every stage and station of life.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Glass Scientists (Webcomic)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Hyde/Dr. Robert Lanyon, Dr. Henry Jekyll/Dr. Robert Lanyon
Characters: Dr. Henry Jekyll, Edward Hyde (The Glass Scientists), Dr. Robert Lanyon
Additional Tags: Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Spanking
Summary:
Lanyon found out about Hyde, and Henry's told him everything. It's time for Lanyon and Hyde to 'talk' out their remaining issues.
"You know he's too busy to fuck you."
Lanyon glared, Hyde smirked.
"Just saying." Hyde added with a shrug to rub it in. "You're better off moving on to someone else."
Lanyon was silent a moment, thinking before he spoke. Hyde raised a brow as Lanyon looked him over.
"You're him, right?" Lanyon asked finally. "Technically speaking. Same body and mind?"
Hyde rolled his eyes, and turned to hide the blush that was beginning to warm his face. "How are you still not getting it? You both had that long boring drunken talk all about it. You even cried, that was funny."
Lanyon gave a small smirk of his own, earning a glare from Hyde. "So you were watching."
Hyde fidgeted, this conversation not going remotely as planned. "So what? I only thought it would end in drunken sex, not be a snoozefest the entire time." Hyde stood up to glare at Lanyon more directly. "Fuck this! We all know how much you hate Mr. Edward Hyde!" He sneered, shoving his hand into Lanyons chest. "Because I'm the worst parts of him. You can pretend all you fucking want but you have never made your hatred for me a secret!"
Lanyon stumbled back as he was shoved, and caught Hyde's wrist before he could be shoved again. Lanyon smiled, further pissing off Hyde, who began trying to yank his hand out of Lanyon's grip. "That was before I even met you. Do you know how frustrated I was only ever hearing about you? Seeing only the damage you caused and never anything else?"
"Yeah? Well that's cause I hated you back! You just existed to ruin my fun, of course I would avoid you as much as possible!" Using Lanyon's grip on his wrist as leverage, he pulled the man closer. He grinned his best Spirit Of London grin, "I very much enjoyed torturing his psyche enough to let me out. I even sent him waking nightmares after you convinced him to sell me out!" Hyde felt his anger spike as Lanyon only laughed, and he raised his fist. Lanyon caught the hit before it could land, spun and pinned Hyde to the wall, smirking.
"What's so fucking funny!?" Hyde seethed as he struggled.
"Now that I know you, and who you are, I just realize that I was jealous. You were in his will, Rachel always spoke the world of you, and I only chose to see the destruction, that you thought you could do whatever you wanted, and fuck up anything Henry ever worked for. Now I know that it's much different. You have never had to deal with any consequences, have you?"
Hyde settled, fists clenched beside his head where Lanyon held him. He smirked. "That was Henry's job to deal with."
"Precisely what I thought." Lanyon said, moving his head closer. "It's time someone taught you a lesson." He said with a low tone into Hyde's ear. Hyde swallowed, his heart pounding as his anger was ripped from him in favor of a heat reminiscent of the night Lanyon first met him. He looked up and met Lanyon's piercing eyes, and pushed forward, pressing his lips to Lanyon's. The kiss was rough, but passionate as Lanyon reciprocated, pinning Hyde with the rest of his body as Hyde's heart pounded harder. He didn't have a chance to speak as Lanyon pulled away, and yanked him from the wall by his wrists, shoving him against the work desk. Hyde pushed himself up against the desk to protest but was pushed forward, forced to bend over the desk. Lanyon leaned over him keeping one of Hyde's arms pinned behind his back, his breath tickling the back of Hyde's neck, eliciting a shiver. "Would you like to pay for your crimes Edward?" He whispered, "Or would you like to continue talking this out?"
Hyde squirmed under Lanyon, panting as he tried to keep up with the anger, and the arousal. Lanyon held him in place, waiting patiently for an answer. Hyde scowled as the urge to tell Lanyon to fuck off became a sole urge to tell Lanyon to fuck him . "Do your worst." Hyde consented with a snarl. Fucking was way more fun than talking anyway.
Lanyon began unbuckling his own belt with his free hand, and pulled it loose, ignoring Hyde's impatient squirming. He set the belt next to Hyde's head, just in view, as he then worked on undoing and pulling down Hyde's pants.
Hyde let out an anticipatory whine, giving no more fucks as he succumbed to lust.
“Not yet.” Lanyon said, earning a huff from the man under him. “I’m not going to just give you what you want. You’re going to take your punishment, and get what i’ll give you.” He grabbed the belt, and traced it over Hyde’s bare ass, a warning.
Hyde squirmed, “Get on with it you prat- ah!” He cried out as the belt was struck across his ass, and he felt Lanyon rub the sting away, before landing another strike, eliciting a hiss. “C’mon, you can hit harder than that.” Hyde taunted, smirking. As requested, the next hit had him yelling out. “Ah, hahh, shit.” Hyde panted, free hand gripping the edge of the desk.
Lanyon chuckled. “Just so you know, I do intend on wiping that smirk off your face.”
“I’d love to see you try Robert.” Hyde snarked, and cried out again as the belt cracked against his ass again. “Ghh! Hnn~”
“I see you looking in the mirror, Is he watching?” Lanyon asked, rubbing the sore spot, loving the way Hyde squirmed under his hand.
“Heh, you bet he is. Ghh, Bastard’s enjoying every-every second too.”
Lanyon leaned down again, “ Good .”
“Mmn, no-not fair! You-you both can't gang up on me like this! Gah!” Hyde cried out again at another crack of the belt.
“What is he saying?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know- Gahh! Shit! Ow! Okay!” Hyde cried out as Lanyon landed three consecutive strikes.
“Indeed I would.” Lanyon mused, as Hyde’s free hand rubbed his ass.
“He said...hhh, he said it's really hot to see us like this. You and your strong hands holding me down while I do nothing but squirm and shout." Hyde was blushing furiously as he spoke.
Lanyon set the belt down to run his finger through Hyde's wild hair. "Good boy." He praised.
"Excuse me?!" Hyde protested, his blush deepening, and his squirming resumed in ernest. "You do not get to treat me, The Spirit Of London At Night, like a dog ! Ow!" Hyde's tantrum was interrupted by another strike of the belt, and further resulting complaints were met with more.
Lanyon knew he wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, his own arousal growing uncomfortable. "Enough of that." Lanyon ordered, striking again when Hyde continued to rant. "You know what, I'm going to strike you until you admit to being a good boy for me."
"Fuck you, like tha-Ah! Like that would even-OW! Shit, it's not going to work! Shit !" Hyde tried to resist, but the quicker hits just increased the pain, and soon he could barely stay in place on the desk, Lanyon even having to restrain both his arms to keep his hand from getting in the way of the belt. Hyde began to grimace, and yielded soon after. "Fuck, okay! Hhh okay I'm..."
Lanyon set down the belt, "Go on~" he prompted, smacking with his bare hand when Hyde hesitated too long.
"Ghh, i'magoodboy." Hyde mumbled, turning away and mouthing 'Not' to Jekyll.
“Was that so hard?” Lanyon purred as he pulled Hyde up by his arms, looping his belt around them to keep Hyde restrained. He leaned into Hyde's ear. " I know I am~"
Hyde moaned, and Lanyon pulled him close, wrapping an arm around Hyde's waist.
Hyde squirmed as Lanyon ran a hand up his shirt, feeling along his skin resulting in a slight ticklish sensation, and couldn't help but tilt his head as Lanyon began sucking a hickey into his neck.
Patience was an omitted word in Hyde's vocabulary, proven by needy noises and failed attempts to buck his restrained hips. "Too fucking slow!" He complained, tugging at the belt holding his arms behind his back, and fighting Lanyon's grip. " Get on with it!"
Lanyon tsked, "Forgotten who's in charge already, have you?" He asked as he unbuttoned Hyde's shirt idly.
Hyde hissed as Lanyon bit into his neck, the actions going straight to his groin. "Fuck!"
Lanyon began grinding against Hyde's ass, teasing while also indulging his own arousal. He groaned into Hyde's neck, taking in the moans and impatient grunts up close. Once he was sure a dark bruise (that no doubt would last a week) was formed on Hyde's neck, he pulled away, and began dragging him to Jekyll's bedroom, leaving his trousers and underwear. behind.
" Finally!" Hyde muttered despite making Lanyon have to drag him and throw him into the bed. Hyde grinned, laying on his side, as Lanyon began to remove his clothing, looking the man up and down hungrily. "...I agree, he should give us a little show."
Lanyon smirked, and slowed his movements, letting his sleeves fall into the crooks of his arms, showing off his shoulders as he unbuttoned the shirt and his cuffs. He shrugged out of the shirt, facing Hyde as he folded it, and set it aside. "How are your arms?" He asked, unbuttoning his pants and leaving himself bare.
Hyde rolled his eyes. "Fine, it's my ass that needs attention."
"Oh, does it?" Lanyon asked. "I can find another belt."
"You know what I mean!" Hyde protested."Stop fucking around and fuck me already!"
"Hmm, once again Edward, you are forgetting that you're completely at my mercy." Lanyon mused as he undressed completely and walked over to the bed, grabbing Hyde's arm to position him so he was laying on his back on the pillows. Straddling him, Lanyon pressed his lips against Hyde's once more, his hands trailing over Hyde's torso. Hyde returned the kiss with fervor, moaning as he tried to get Lanyon to move his hands lower, pushing his hips up to no avail.
"Do you really think you deserve to get what you want?" Lanyon asked, breaking the kiss and pinning down Hyde's hips.
Hyde glared, a whine escaping him. "I deserve whatever I want!"
Lanyon chuckled, rubbing Hyde's thighs. "How about this, I give you what I think you deserve, and you just lay here and take it until I'm ready to let you cum."
"Ha! I can handle anything you can do to me!" Hyde boasted, grinning.
"Can you? I guess we will have to see." Lanyon mused, before caressing Hyde's cheek. Just looking into his eyes reminded Lanyon just how much he fell in love with them. "Beautiful." He murmured, leaning down.
"The fuck are you get-Mm!" Hyde's protest was cut off by Lanyon's gentle kiss. Lanyon's touches turned soft and gentle. The blush on Hyde's face brightened and he squirmed impatiently. He gave a few muffled protests that Lanyon ignored, so as an attempt to get Lanyon to be rough with him again, he bit at Lanyon's lips.
Lanyon hissed, jerking back at a particularly painful bite, holding his lip, and Hyde smirked. "Get on with it if you don't want to get bit." Hyde snarked, pushing his hips up.
Lanyon only chuckled, and grabbed Hyde by his hair to force his head to the side. Hyde let out a pleased little moan, only for it to turn into a frustrated whine as Lanyon began to kiss at his neck, leaving gentle little pecks along the sensitive part of Hyde's neck.
Hyde gave a frustrated groan, tugging against the belt holding his arms together and trying to turn his head. Lanyon only licked along the sensitive stripe of skin.
"Lanyon!" Hyde growled, impatience only growing, and his squirming shifted into struggling.
"Do you want me to stop?" Lanyon whispered, kissing Hyde's flushed cheek.
Hyde glared. "No, I want you to give me more!" He snapped. "I want you to have your fucking way with me, manhandle me, something! "
Lanyon brushed a strand of hair that stuck to Hyde's cheek, out of his face and around his ear, before kissing along Hyde's jawline.
"Hello!? Are you even listening!?" Hyde protested, continuing to struggle until Lanyon had to pin his shoulders down to avoid a collision between shoulder and lips.
Lanyon shoved down his frustration, used to the easy compliance he'd get from Jekyll. Instead, he just smirked down at the pissy man beneath him. "You expect me to give you what you want for misbehaving?" He asked in a low tone, smirking at the shiver that went through Hyde. "If you think acting up will give you what you want, then you're wrong. If you want something from me, you beg for it. And even then, I may just continue doing what I want."
Hyde opened his mouth to snap at Lanyon, but was foiled by the shot of arousal he got from Lanyon's words, and a moan escaped instead.
"That's more like it. Now be a good boy and take what I give you." Lanyon ordered, before moving to kiss at Hyde's collarbone.
Hyde huffed through his nose, lying still for only a moment as he tried to keep his anger in place, and to fight the thoughts asking why Lanyon was even being gentle with him in the first place. He glanced at the mirror, and knew Jekyll was thinking the same. It seems they both expected rough play, and were trying to figure out why.
Hyde flinched as Lanyon moved lower, kissing at his ribs, and Lanyon paused. "Did I hurt you?" He asked.
Hyde shook his head with a pout. "I wish you did." He huffed. "Instead of stopping yet again. Spare me the welfare checks and hurry up! I've been hard for ages and you're taking your sweet fucking time!"
"So you are enjoying the soft treatment." Lanyon mused smugly, as if he couldn't feel the occasional twitch as he ran his hands over Hyde's body or licked at one of Hyde's sweet spots. Same body, same sensitivities.
Hyde's reactions may have been different than Jekyll's, but the way Hyde turned away from Lanyon and mirror after every soft moan that escaped every time Lanyon pulled a gentle shiver from a soft touch here, a light lick there.
Jekyll was ticklish, so it made sense that Hyde was too.
Lanyon teased at Hyde's ribs, the man below's argument dying as he squirmed, subtley trying to move from the ticklish sensations as Lanyon went over them.
Finally, just before Lanyon moved to kiss at his hips, Hyde had enough. "Stop!" He shouted, Lanyon sitting up at the shout to meet the furious eyes. "What the fuck are you even doing!? Stop being so gentle, and-and soft and ghhh it's driving me crazy! You're taking forever! You're supposed to be rough, make me bleed! Bite and scratch and beat me! Why the fuck do you insist on dragging this out when you can get us both off and be done with this!?" Hyde ranted, jerking furiously against his restraints.
Lanyon caressed Hyde's cheek, keeping it in place despite Hyde's petulant attempts to bite him. "When was the last time you were cared for? Really cared for."
Hyde switched to confusion, surprising Lanyon by thinking about the question. "Wha-what do you mean? I don't need to be cared for, I can care for myself!"
"I'm sure you can. You're a capable man. But I mean really cared for."
Hyde found himself unable to answer, and he squirmed in place, unable to look at Lanyon nor the mirror.
"Not even Jekyll has treated you this gently, has he? I know that man is terrible at caring for himself, so I know it must extend to you."
Hyde began to fight to sit up as a new emotion grew suddenly, and he glanced at the mirror to see Jekyll failing to hide his guilt and shame. "I-I don't..." Damn his tongue. Too many things too feel at once. He snatched his frustration back to glare back at Lanyon. "I am a creature of the night, I don't deserve soft treatment!"
"Mm, see, that's where I disagree." Lanyon hummed, helping Hyde sit up while staying straddled. "I think you need someone telling you they forgive you. That you deserve kindness. And a gentle touch." Lanyon wrapped his arms around Hyde in an embrace, and resumed gentle kisses to Hyde's neck as he spoke.
Hyde was stunned. He didn't know how to react other than a soft shiver as his neck was kissed. His chest tightened and he squirmed in Lanyon's arms, but had no protests left. It felt...nice. Hyde found himself relaxing despite his constant arousal.
Lanyon drew out several more moans from Hyde as he continued the gentle foreplay a bit longer, before finally giving in to his own need, before grabbing the lube and spreading Hyde's legs.
Hyde bucked his hips impatiently, "Yes yes finally! Please just let me cum." He begged, though trying to sound pissed. It wasn't fair how nice it felt to be touched so gently. Even as Lanyon began to work him open, instead of just shoving himself in like Hyde was quite used to.
Hyde actually cried out sensitively when Lanyon flipped him over and pushed inside him, and leaned forward to press gentle kisses onto his neck. To say he was lost in pleasure would be an understatement. He was so used to one night flings and rough, kinky sex. He wasn't used to...feelings, and gentle touches, and how much he didn't want to admit just how good it felt.
His climax came slow, but it lasted longer than Hyde expected. Next thing he knew he was waking up in Lanyon's arms, untied and wrapped in a blanket.
Lanyon stroked Hyde's hair as the man came to. "You okay? You were crying by the end there." He asked, smiling when Hyde grumbled and actually snuggled closer.
"I don't cry."
"Sure you don't."
"But it...may have been...a decent time." Hyde said, sounding like the words physically burned to say.
Lanyon chuckled. "Next time we can go rough if you want. I know that you might like it better that way."
"I mean...once in a while...maybe, we can...do it likethisagain.." Hyde admitted.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
TMA Bad End inspired by the in character Q&A with the crew being fed to the fears.
Spoilers for mag200
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People have been going missing. Very few have almost went missing. They talk of a man who tears apart your mind with a single question. A creature with too many eyes that stare into your core leaving your secrets bare and open for seemingly the world, then leave you to a fate you're lucky to escape from. Fed to your worst fear.
Martin follows, the survivors become footprints in the dirt as he searches for the first man to go missing due to the fears. Went missing under Martin's nose. One bathroom break was enough for the Eye to claim Jon where he lay recovering from the knife wound, healing him but forcing him to feed it and the other fears as punishment for sending them to a fearless universe.
Jon is...hungry. It's all he feels, and knows. If he were able to speak in any way other than a question, he would say how much it hurts. How much he wishes to stop. But he cannot. The Eye kept him from death, and in return, kept him. Used him. A vessel.
Martin cries at every horrific aftermath. At every new Avatar Jon helped create.
At night Martin regrets. Should have let Jon destroy their world, and the Entities. Should have waited for another option. Should have burned the tapes that made Annabelle's web and destroyed the gateway to other universes.
During the day, Martin plans. Martin follows, and Martin hopes. He made a promise.
The Archivist waits.
A year has passed in this new universe, and the Eye is pleased with the progress.
Martin arrives, alone and defiant.
The Archivist grins, sublime and all-seeing. The Archivist tries to Look at Martin. Martin avoids looking back.
"You cannot bring me back." The Archivist laughs, fearful, euphoric. "It's much too late. Jon has become me, and I him. Your plan won't work Martin." The Archivist says, calmly. "Look at me."
Making eye contact was a mistake. If looks could kill, except now it can. Martin screams, clutching his head as everything he knows, everything he thinks and feels and hopes and plans and sees and fears is taken from him.
The Archivist laughs again, fed. Victorious. Tears fall from his human eyes.
Martin wakes, Jon is missing.
Martin stands. Vulnerable, but more hopeful than ever. Unafraid. However much of Jon was left, was enough to spare his life.
