face claim | The Heist (first introduction) | The Trunk | The Dream |
Michael series on Ao3
Trevor and Algamoth
face claim (sorta) | First Meeting | Captive |
Tyr and Crew
First story (featuring Brennan) | Manhandling | Rescue (ft Malichi and Kai) | Caretaking (ft Malichi and Kai) | Prank Wars (ft Brennan, no whump, just slice of life fucking around)
Kaipo and Promise
Western (to be written into full story)
And then these two random blurbs with characters that are to date unrelated to the rest of the universe
Here is my general writing tag that includes original fic and fanfic, where you can also find fics that I've written and posted to other blogs and then reblogged to this one
And my Ao3 accounts:
deepwoundsandfadedscars // shrapnel
And here are some Fic Rec lists I've made:
John Murphy (the 100)
Poe Dameron (Star Wars)
And finally: My 'Whump Music' playlist on Spotify!
The first look at Tyr and Brennan against Allison and Remy (follow up to be written)
Prank Wars with Tyr and Brennan (not whump, just slice of life fun)
These two stories feature Malichi taking care of Tyr (with appearances from Kai)
Manhandling with Tyr
First Meeting of Trevor and Algamoth
Captured (Trevor and Algamoth)
Western AU musings with Kaipo and Promise
First Introduction of Michael
And these two stories are random OC’s, just little blurbs with random names thrown in, but I might as well have all my original writings in one spot <3 (the Michael mentioned in the polyship one is not the same Michael from my main group of OC’s)
The brick buildings on each side of the alley frame the grey sky, raindrops falling like tears on his bruised and broken skin. If he squints against the drops he can see the shattered window high above, the one he made a forceful exit from and now lies amongst the shards that fell with him. His chest burns and his legs are bent at angles they were never meant to reach and his shoulder is definitely not right either. It's hard to breathe.
Maybe it's for the best. He wasn't going to become anything anyways, he doesn't think anyone even realized he was missing these past three days.
He's just glad it's over. And if he dies he hopes it's before those bastards get down here to drag it out. If they're coming at all, even they probably didn't care where he wound up.
Just as he goes to close his eyes and surrender to the darkness he catches a glimpse of a black and red cloud darting out the window and dropping to the ground under the dumpster next to him, hiding from the rain. He can't even turn his head to look at it, but he knows who it is. A voice like a growl echoing from the depths of a chasm prods its way into his mind.
“You saved me, human.”
He chokes for a moment, trying to laugh but the pain and his current lung capacity not allowing for it.
“Why would you do that?”
“Wh-why wouldn't I?” He manages to cough out.
“You don't know anything about me, or even what I am.”
“Far as I could tell you were a creature in pain and held against your will,” he coughs again and closes his eyes, “couldn't stand by and do nothing.”
The shadow is quiet for a moment and without being able to move his head to look, he's not sure if it's even still there or if it left. Finally it speaks in his mind again, low and gentle.
“I can save you.”
His voice is just as quiet when he whispers in response, “what if I don't want to be saved?”
The creature hums in his mind. “What if I gave you a reason to be saved? What if I could make you more than you are?”
He mulled it over. He was already nothing, anything would be an improvement in his life. But it wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.
“N-no.”
“You are kind. You are worth it.”
The creature almost seemed to read his mind-
“It's cause I am.”
He choked again at that, his breath faltering as he gagged on something at the back of his throat. He couldn't dislodge it and breathing became even more of a chore.
“I can save you.”
His chest tightened and his lungs burned for oxygen.
“_I can save you, just give me permission. Just think _yes.”
He couldn't breath, the last bubble of air escaping with a mouthful of blood. As much as he told himself he didn't deserve to live, he didn't want to die, oh god he didn't want to die please just save me do whatever you need to do I just don't want to die-
He couldn't remember opening his eyes, but as he felt his chest stop seizing, his lungs giving up on drawing in air, he saw the black and red cloud, the creature he had saved in that shitty little apartment, come flying out from under the dumpster, casting a shadow over his vision before forcing itself down his throat. His vision dimmed further and he could feel himself slipping away. He was certain it wasn't going to make it in time.
He heard that voice in his mind again.
Sleep, Trevor. And I will take it from here.
His last thought before he lost his grip on life was that he had made a big mistake.
Algamoth felt Trevor slip unconscious finally, leaving him to get settled in the human's body. It had been so long since he'd had a human host and it was going to take some getting used to, that was quite certain.
As he connected himself to Trevor's nervous system he was hit by an overwhelming amount of pain. Not a single nerve returned a positive signal, every one of them alerting him of pain and damage to their body.
He was tempted to cherish it. He hadn't felt pain like this for centuries. His amorphous form only felt pain from very specific sources and until recently he hadn't felt it very often, if at all. This was different though, this was nearly tangible and if he stretched or curled certain muscles he could make the pain even worse. A dull throb from broken fingers turned sharp as he makes a fist, a searing heat from the entire chest region as the muscles strung taught over the bones of the ribcage. The ribcage that was meant to protect the heart and lungs, now resting still within him.
It had only been a matter of seconds but he knew he needed to fix that fast. He restarted them and then moved outwards, mending cracked ribs and broken skin along the torso, setting the shoulder back in its socket and then setting bones in the legs and fingers. Bruises and scratches littering his face and arms faded away along with the last of the pain and Algamoth sighed with Trevor's lungs. Their lungs.
He opened their brown eyes and sat up, spitting out the last of the blood that had pooled in the back of their throat. He felt a little lightheaded before he noticed the puddle of blood that had mixed with the rain water around them. Right. Blood loss. Unfortunately that was something he couldn't immediately deal with. He could speed up the process, but conjuring new blood out of thin air was beyond his capabilities.
He pushed off the ground, getting long gangly legs under him as he stood before leaning on the dumpster. He damn near saw stars twirling around his head as his vision tilted.
“I am so not used to this,” he muttered to himself. He turned his attention inwards, reaching for Trevor in their mind as he stumbled towards the mouth of the alley. The humans conscious remained asleep, barely reacting as Algamoth brushed against it.
“Sleep well human. We will have much to talk about when you wake up.”
A continuation of this fic, I’m thinking this is a couple months later or so. It’s 675-ish words, but I’m throwing a read more in here to make it less of a nuisance (sorry mobile users)
Trevor wakes suddenly, gasping and choking. Water streams down his face and something pools in the back of his throat, viscous and inhibiting his breathing. His shoulders and chest burn, the muscles stretched to a ripping point as he hangs suspended by his wrists, his toes just brushing the ground. If he stretches just right he can take a bit of weight off the shackles on his wrists, but not enough to give any relief.
He gags and spits out what he can, some of it splattering red on the floor while the rest clings to his lips.
“A-Algamoth..” he whispers. His throat burns and his voice is hoarse, evidence of the sheer amount of screaming he has done over the past twenty-four hours.
Algamoth remains silent in his head. He can feel the demon is still there, a puddle of smoke cradled in the back of his skull just above his spine. He hasn't moved or made a sound since the shackles were snapped onto their wrists and Trevor grew more concerned with every passing hour. “Algamoth please, I need you right now.”
Quiet thoughts pop into his head unbidden, as though they aren't his own but it doesn't sound like the strong growling voice of Algamoth.
Weak. Shackles. Powerless.
“Al?”
Here…
Trevor inhaled to speak again and choked on the blood that gathered too quickly. He was reminded of the night he met his demon, the injuries he sustained that night that Algamoth had healed apparently effortlessly. If Algamoth couldn't even speak in their head properly, there was no way he was going to be able to heal their body. Not in their current situation.
Trevor tipped his head back to get a look at the shackles restraining him. They were shiny and heavy, nearly an inch thick of pure silver it appeared. Spiraling glyphs etched the face of them, a faint blue glow emanating from them.
“Silver? Or spells?” Trevor asked aloud. A sudden spasm shook him from fingertips to toes, rattling to his core as he realized he was freezing.
All. Silver. Spells. Cold.
Trevor hung his head, clenching his teeth together and his eyes shut in frustration. Without Algamoth he was useless, how was he supposed to get out of this?
The door in front of him banged open, bouncing off the bare cement wall. The woman that stalked in looked bored until she realized he was awake and glaring at her.
“Aw, our little host here is awake finally!” She turned her head towards the door and raised her voice in a sing song call, “Allison! He's awa~ake!”
“Remy, be a dear and get him started for me, will you?” Another voice called back.
“With pleasure,” the woman said with a wicked grin. She grabbed a thick coil of tubing with a mean looking needle on the end of it, attached it to a bag hanging from a short IV stand and stepped close to Trevor. She turned the needle this way and that, letting the light glint off of it. “I've heard you talking to that demon inside you. You sound like you've grown attached to it.”
She shoved Trevor hard in the chest, causing him to swing from the chain of the shackles and scramble against the floor with his toes, trying to stop the movement.
“Don't worry though, we'll fix that.” She said, tangling her fingers in the thick hair on top and pulling his head back to expose his throat. Before he could even exclaim the needle was sinking into his neck.
She gave him another shove as she let his head flop down again. He winced, feeling the foreign metal object invading his skin and piercing muscles. The pain from everything was overbearing, from the weight on his wrists and shoulders, the ache of his chest and now the essentially impalement of his throat, it was too much and his vision started going black.
Just before he passed out he briefly noticed the bag attached to the tube, slowly filling with his blood.
4, 5, 20 and 21 for Trevor and Algamoth? 👀 Either choose which u prefer for each or all for both
Thank yooouu I love these two and need to write more of them, and oh man these were questions I hadn't put thoughts into before this!
4. Do they have an accent or dialect?
Neither of them really do, Trevor would have a generic north american accent (What I would call a normal accent I guess, but obviously that's going to vary from person to person lol) Algamoth doesn't exactly have an audible voice (that he uses, at least) as he primarily speaks directly into others minds, where he sounds like a growly lower pitched version of the person he's speaking to. When he's driving the body, he uses Trevors voice but can alter it to the point of mimicry
5. Do they like to sing? Are they good at it?
Trevor likes to sing but is not good at it. Algamoth doesn't necessarily like to sing, but with the mimicry abilities, he can sound like any of the best singers
20. Light or heavy sleeper?
Trevor is a light sleeper but he can tolerate a lot. He's lived in a lot of situations where he's shared living spaces or thin walls, so he's used to sleeping through stuff that isn't his business. Algamoth doesn't require sleep in his own form and kinda just does whatever when Trevor's asleep
21. Do they move around a lot while sleeping?
Trevor rolls like a rotisserie chicken while staying in the same spot
I sat down to do some writing because I have more asks from the emoji game last night, but I wound up playing with this Spiderverse Picrew instead 😬 so here, have some of that instead
Trevor (we'll pretend Venom is Algamoth), Rook, and a character that as yet hasn't appeared on this blog ❤
I was playing around with this picrew this evening and made some Michael and Trevor 🥰🥰 I don't think I've shared what either of them look like asides from what's described in stories, so here, have a gander at these two (Trevor on the left and Michael on the right)
(Every time I make Trevor I try to find a way to incorporate Algamoth, which to date tends to be a black cat if the option is given lol)
