#moonlessnight125

[whumpshaped]

For the 5 sentence fic thing

"Get some sleep kid, you deserve it."

"Get some sleep kid, you deserve it."

"No, I need to be up and working, Leader needs my—"

"Go to sleep, Whumpee," Caretaker said in that gruff tone of theirs. "Leader can do without you for a few hours."

Despite their greatest efforts, Whumpee's eyes were fluttering closed. They hadn't slept in days. But they had to stay up... they had to...

"Good night," Caretaker whispered. "I'll be here."

[skelesass]

My first thought when I saw your wesker art

No see this is just canon

[graceashcroftfbianalyst]

You know what you must do. Pass the sacred text along to Emily.

(Riverclan best clan fight me)

oh i assure you i already have, she's already on the fourth arc <3

( riverclan IS goated )

[xdragonsofavaloria]

Starter for @moonlessnight125

Ever since she had walked into this world, full of monsters to hunt, to kill. Even though she couldn't use her magic much, Misericordia found that she really liked the monster hunting--so much that she decided to join for the hell of it. One day, she looked for Selena, her cat Abraxos trailing after her, her lips curved into a huge smile. "We must go find this Rajang," she said once she found her, slamming the wanted poster of the horned monkey. "I want it."

[agent-ashley-graham]

nightmare (closed)

@moonlessnight125

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Ashley offered a hug. "I don't know how I can help, but if there is anything I can do please let me know alright for now all I can really offer is a shoulder to cry on...though sometimes that's enough."

[deaths-herald]

Closed starter for @moonlessnight125 (River)

Azriel was someone who had seen many people and entities throughout the thousands of years of guiding souls to their rightful afterlife. It was also not uncommon for to provide safe passage to those seeking to pass through certain portals.

Once in awhile she would have someone completely new that would show up to one of the many portals she worked and they stood out to her.

"Don't think I've seen you here before. Are you seeking safe passage or are you seeking the afterlife of your choosing?"

[coffinshared]

@moonlessnight125 — continued from here.

Quynh gives a laugh — brutal, cold, hollow — as she watches the creature (and it is a creature) react to the sound of her voice alone. She’d almost forgotten she could have that effect on people. Well, not forgotten, per se. This whole thing is new to Quynh, going down a dark route and never looking back, but it feels far easier for her. Maybe she should’ve done this from the beginning; it was the others who had it wrong, and she was right, and…

“Aren’t you going to respond?” Quynh asks, almost teasingly. She remains silent, eyes scanning the horizon. As long as she can keep herself alive, the immortals won’t dream of her, won’t be able to track her down. She’s betting on surviving, even if water is her domain, not the mountains. “I really would’ve thought you’d have remembered me. I’m in the B.S.A.A.’s files, most certainly.”

[superboyandtheinvisiblegirls]

@moonlessnight125 — cont. from here.

Ada bit back a smile as the teen startled. She’d made a career out of showing up where people didn’t want her, but this time, she felt obligated. (It was foolish. Sentimental, really. Leon… what happened in one or two or three nights didn’t make them a couple, yet here she was, defending the honor of a man who knew her as an elusive blur.)

“I never miss my mark,” she stated, heels clicking on the floor as she circled Siren. “As I said, I’m not going to waste time with introductions. You’ve likely heard of me at some point before.”

Ada skimmed the room. She couldn’t see anything visibly amiss, but she doubted any spy worth her time would leave files lying out like that. She’d have to dig deeper, but that was alright; Ada had always liked a challenge.

“Leon Scott Kennedy. You’re investigating him.” No one had to know what Ada did in her downtime — stolen kisses, Leon murmuring her name over and over and over again, Ada refusing to kill him — and technically, this was just business. Messing with an ally of Ada’s was a quick way to make an enemy out of her. She swallowed hard. Ada didn’t want to disparage her on-again off-again boyfriend, but that was the language of spies. “He’s a good man, but trust me, he doesn’t deserve your time or your efforts. The DSO views him as their Ken doll. I view him the same way.”