#continuation?

[sirmichaei]

WIP: post-canon/divergence fic. mike begins to realize he’s stuck in camazotz, for real this time.

[duskbound]

"Let's get those scratches treated..."

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

It seems like a lot of y’all are still liking my nightmares fics or are just finding / reading them, and I do have some old ask prompts so I’m thinking of bringing the series back? Is that something anyone would be interested in? Let me know if that’s something anyone wants to see or if you have any ideas cuz I want to start writing again

[mordenheim]

Fictober 14, “Some people call this wisdom.”

"Stay down, boy."  He sneered down at the young man lying face down in the mud.  "Stay down and just die, you have nothing left anyway."

The young huntsman struggled, pushing himself upwards to face his assailant.  His one remaining arm sinking into the thick, sucking mud as the cauterized stump of the other leaked thick blood and ash  He spit at the monster's boot as he struggled on.  "Never, you monster.  I don't know when to quit."

The vampire knelt down on the side of the road, his black horse standing still and silent at is back.  He chuckled softly, some hint of respect for this dying mortal who was squirming through the mud towards him.  "Some people call this wisdom.  Knowing when to quit."  

The beast gazed down into the youth's eyes, his mind forcing its way into the young man's psyche.  He could see his cruel upbringing, feel the fear, the rage burning within him.  Above all though was a tiny, glowing ember of pure hatred.  Not for him and his kind, but for his master.  His father, who had left him here to die.

The vampire suddenly darted forwards.  The young man clenched his eyes shut, ready for the sharp sting of fangs at his throat.  In a moment, he felt not pain but relief.  A cold, hard arm hooked beneath his own and around his back, gently lifting him from the mud.  The creature lifted the huntsman with ease, setting him astride the back of the black mare before leaping gracefully into the saddle at his back.

"Some people call this wisdom.  I call it weakness.  You my boy, have something special."  He spurred the dark mare, causing it to rear and turn in place before bolting back down the road towards the vampire's castle.  "We have much work to do, you and I."

[paintthestarrysky]

@hand-of-vengeance

He was blushing, the pink growing darker with every step over to her.  If he wasn’t careful he was going to topple over.  

Eleria let him help her draw the wet shirt up and over her head, ignoring the puddle beneath their feet.  Water was easily cleaned up, especially on the bathroom floor.   It could wait for a bit, right? 

It was clear as she dropped her skirt to the floor that even her underthings had gotten soaked, the white fabric not concealing anything. 

Stripped down to nearly nothing she lay her hands against his jacket, looking up into his eyes.  “May I help you?”

[ladyramora]

More Healer!WoL and Zenos

Healer!WoL x Zenos continued

You arrive in the Azim Steppe with a flash of violet teleportation magic. Zenos falling face forward to land at your feet, dead weight.

He grunts, rolling over to the best of his ability. Still weak from near death. He struggles to merely roll to the side. There was only so much healing magic could do for such a mortal wound. He should be dead. He would have.

You stare down at your hands, feeling the brunt of your magic denying your will. Your lip curls, fingers digging into your palms. Fate. Mayhap he had been fated to die. He surely deserved it.

Yet you could not allow it. Be it your enemy or your friend. You couldn't let him die.

Foolish sentiment. You question your own decisions. Why had you done it? He was not like Haurchefant. Their eyes different shades of blue. And yet...

And yet when he looked at you, blood spilling from his lips. Calling you his friend. Your face twists, heart aching with old festering wounds.

Haurchefant.

Haurchefant.... If only you had tried harder. If only you had saved him. Damn the consequences. You would give anything to have him by your side.

Instead...

You stare down at your feet where Zenos lay, panting and glaring at you.

Instead you have him.

"You would dare to take mine choice? Such a noble hero you are. Sparing the life of your enemy." Zenos rasps with a half healed throat, leaning back against the wall of the cave you had teleported them to. Blood coats the curve of his neck, disappearing under the collar of his bulky armour.

Your lips quirk, head tilting. "No longer your friend, am I?"

Zenos's laugh sounds more like a cough, hair slipping from behind his ear to cover his face. His eyes are closed, head tilted forward. "You would consider me as one of your companions?"

He chuckles roughly. "What would you have us do? Embrace and let bygones be bygones? No." Zenos shakes his head, hair like spun silk in the fading light. "You live for violence. Just as I do."

Your hands curl into fists. Teeth grinding. "You know nothing of me."

Zenos looks at you, smoky blue eyes vibrant under the fan of his eyelashes. Staring like he could see through you. His smile all knowing. Predatory as if you were still prey to him.

But no. You take a step forward, towering over him in his lazy recline. You were the hunter now.

Zenos looks up at you, head tilting back to bare his throat. "What now, hero? What would you have of me? Hmm? I am at your mercy." He raises his arms, shrugging his shoulders.

You swallow, biting at your lip. You really aren't sure. Why had you done this?

Zenos chuckles, eyes half lidded as he regards you lazily. "Will you kill me now? Feel the warmth of my blood on your tongue?"

You make a face, turning to leave the cave.

Zenos calls after your retreating back, "Gather some provisions, won't you. I'd hate starvation to be the way I truly die."

You huff out a breath, not looking back.

- - -

You bring him food.

He inclines his head, smirking. "Ah, the mighty hunter returns. Am I to be next on your list? How... exciting."

Did he really need to talk like that? Purring at you like some kind of big jungle cat?

To make matters even more unnerving...

Zenos watches you.

Every move you make.

Every time you glance up, he is staring back at you. Well, two can play that game.

You meet his eyes every time. Waiting for him to say something. To earn your ire. But he says nothing. Only watching you. Smiling in that satisfied lazy way.

It puts you on edge.

[enjoliquej]

Based on @allieinarden ‘s hilarious representation of this http://allieinarden.tumblr.com/post/157175391764/yesterdaysprint-boston-post-massachusetts

It tickled me so much I had to do an aftermath pic and here it is. A donut boy trapped in prison for making aged jests to crowd.