my word is GREAT and i'll be pulling from How to Fail a Field Practicum!
G
Grease stained his rough knuckles. One thumbnail was split. A shallow scrape brushed the back of his wrist, just deep enough to be pink, not quite deep enough to bleed.
R
“Revenge requires calories. Blood-iron first, then dismantling Jeremy.”
E
“Extremely unrelated to the battery you two are supposed to be fixing.” Cadnos’s voice cut through their bickering.
A
Adiro smirked and leaned against his table with both palms. “Uncle, you flatter me~”
T
“Thank you for that astute observation, Piers.” Cadnos rested one hand beside the damaged battery, carefully not touching it. Nobody with a survival instinct touched a ticking spell battery barehanded.
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The man with the blue eyes stopped at the door and turned fully to face her. For several long seconds, his cold gaze lingered on her face – never lower – before he gave her a polite nod. “See you soon, Miss Vaughn,” he murmured, his gravelly voice carrying over the uncomfortable silence of the bar.
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hiiii long time no see omg, today i bring you a new self insert. tomorrow? who knows.......... (probably more of the same)
anyways i've talked a little about this new f/o before but his name is Esteban Va.rgas, he's from the series Di.visión Pale.rmo (Community Squad in english i think?). been thinking about him nonstop lately so making a self insert was overdue
for now i just have some basic info about her:
her name is Vic (Víctor or Victoria, whatever), uses she/he pronouns, she's in her early 20s attending the Universidad de Buenos Aires and decides to join the community squad as a way to earn some extra cash (she's able to join because of being queer/nonbinary). after Felipe stops hanging out with Vargas as much as before (around the time season 2 takes place), Vargas starts spending most of his time with Vic instead, becoming close friends first and then... you know 💅
lmao sorry i know this is very basic, i'm trying to come up with more lore pls bare with me 🙏
(y reitero para mis seguidores argentinos..... no me perciban 😭😭 esta serie y Ma.rtín Ga.rabal me están haciendo perder la cordura)
Rynna grinned at the sound of Noni squeaking out a spell and pulled the door shut behind her.
“Hey.” Sage leaned very casually against the door, his arms folded against his chest. He looked suspicious enough already, even without the crooked grin spreading across his face.
Rynna stopped but turned nothing but her eyes to face him. “You’re plotting something.”
“Me? No. Never! Do I look like someone who plots things?” But his lips stretched into an even wider grin. His chipped front tooth plucked against his lower lip, tugging it up to make his smile look even more suspicious.
“Thorne, you plot things so often that I’m surprised there’s any plotting left in the universe for the cultists.”
“Bah.” He flopped his hand in front of her dismissively. “You’re so distrusting of me, your own squadmate. I’m hurt. Offended, even. Why, if I was even more offended, I’d have no choice but to–”
“Sage Thorne, if you don’t tell me what you want right fucking now, I’m going to tell the mess hall staff to ban you from butter for a month.”
“Now that’s just cruel.” But his grin never left his face. “Bah, fine. I heard about your little…disagreement with Commander Thane.”
"I'd let you kill me," Moss mumbles, staring up at Astarion, dazed and drowsy with the light of the stars above them reflecting in the blackness of his eyes. He says such odd things, in the throes of passion, but Astarion's certainly heard stranger.
The vampire scoffs, brushing his thumb over the bite marks in the tiefling's throat, still sluggishly oozing a dark red against soft green. He brings his thumb to his lips, lapping away the smear teasingly. "Darling, I'm insulted. I would hope you'd put up at least a bit of a fight."
And Astarion knows he wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance in an honest fight against this behemoth of a man, but naked in the grass, with him languorously spent and content beneath him, the bravado is easy enough to conjure up. He's got the odd druid wrapped around his little finger, after all. He's secured his safety for the time being, and gotten a rather large and intimidating meat shield besides.
"No," Moss says, soft and ponderous. His hand curls over Astarion's shoulder, warm and heavy and big enough it feels like it could crush him so easily, but the touch is so careful it makes his stomach feel strangely quivery. "No..." He repeats, and the starlight reflects just so in his eyes that Astarion can actually catch a glimpse of the faintest difference in color between pupil and iris and sclera, focused on him so intently, so guilelessly. The hand travels down his arm, whisper-soft and featherlight, until it curls around Astarion's and brings it to his throat. "However you like. To die by your hand, to taste your name on my final breath... I know you'd make it beautiful."
His fingers, big and calloused and tipped with thick black claws that could gut Astarion like a fish, thread between digits so slim and delicate in comparison it's almost comical.
But Astarion isn't laughing.
His stomach drops, his sluggish heart–its beats made stronger by the blood he's consumed–thuds, and the world around him is harshly pulled from a calm and distant dreaminess to a sharp and startling clarity that nearly blinds him, as if he's suddenly been dragged into the daylight.
idk if you're still taking promts but if you are; puckbrina, near death experience
Hey :) I am! sorry this took so long, it got a wee bit out of hand!
AN: I decided to set this in the book 5 future AU because I’m obsessed with that reality. This takes place when they are around 19. I hope this is kind of what you had in mind!
Near death experience
It's the worst day of his life. That phrase runs through his head far too often these days but this day surely takes the cake.
He senses something is wrong before he see's anything. One minute his senses are full with the sights and sounds of the battle, scarlet hand members filling the town square, the next a chill runs down his spine. Smoke impairs his vision as he scans the crowd, catching sight of Sabrina moments too late.
All of the cliches are true; the world really does go silent and he see's her fall in slow motion. The talons of a 20 foot, vibrant red dragon slice through her skin like its made of paper and the world stands still. Hes too slow, his brain can't seem to comprehend whats just happened. He's frozen in place.
It's Daphne's piercing scream the spurs him into action, his body moves before his mind can catch up to it. Daphne leaps in front of her sisters crumpled form, taking over her fight without a moments hesitation. she drives a spear into the monsters front leg, all the while dodging the streams of flame that pour from its mouth.
"Get her out of here!" Daphne yells to him, not taking her eyes off the dragon.
He doesn't need to be told twice. Daphne taunts the dragon with her spear, leading it away from Sabrina. He scoops her up as gently as he can, shes completely limp. Her back is warm and sticky, slick with her own blood. He flaps his wings furiously, holding her firmly against his body, as they leave the battle behind them.
He dodges arrows from the army bellow and weaves through the treetops. The wind whips his face, cold and hard, roaring in his ears. The only thing that matters is that he gets her out of here.
He starts his descent as they reach the mountains, though not visible to the naked eye, their base is there, hidden by protective spells.
Its something between a castle and a fortress. It shares many qualities of a castle but with none of the grandeur.
He flies directly over a tall stone wall, past a water tower and right over the mote, landing in front of a set of heavy oak doors.
The doors have been enchanted to recognize the scarlet hand resistance and automatically swing open with a creak to grant him access.
He adjusts Sabrina in his arms and hurries down a corridor and pushes through the doors of medicine wing with his elbow. His eyes dart around, searching for the medics on duty, they land on Nurse Sprat and Bunny Lancaster.
"Gonna need some help over here!" he calls to the two women.
Nurse Sprat comes hurrying over, Bunny hot on her heels. Puck lays sabrina down gingerly on a white stretcher and rolls her onto her side.
"What happened?" Nurse Sprat asks sharply, already examining the long wound running along Sabrina's back.
"Dragon claw" he says shortly " Can you fix it?".
The two women share a worried glance.
"I think it's best you wait outside" Bunny says, not answering his question.
"Wait just a minute, I'm not going anyw-" he protests but Bunny cuts him off.
"That wasn't a request, boy" .
"I'm not leaving her" he insists, his voice wavers slightly with emotion.
"Don't be stupid, child. There's nothing you can do for her here" Bunny puts a hand out and an invisible force slams into him, pushing him towards the door.
"Now, I suggest you get out of here so I can focus on my patient".
The door slams in his face.
Puck paces the corridor alone for what feels like hours. A combination of panic and frustration continuously rise in him until they explode out of him, resulting in him driving his sword through an innocent wooden chair.
He feels so completely useless, he should be in there with her.
Eventually Daphne appears, looking exhausted and filthy.
"How is my sister?" she demands.
She has the hardened face of somebody who has had grow up before properly getting to experience being young. Although only 16 her eyes look older. Older and sadder. Only people who know her well can still see the optimistic, trusting girl she used to be. That girl doesn't make many appearances anymore.
"I don't know, they won't let me see her".
Daphne visibly deflates, allowing for a rare moment of vulnerability. With her back to the wall she slides down to sit on ground, her face buried in her hands.
Puck considers trying to talk to her but decides against it. Knowing the Grimms means knowing when to back away. He resumes his pacing.
It takes another 2 hours and 37 minutes before they are allowed in to see her, he's counted every one of them. 2 hours and 37 minutes could easily be an eternity as far as he's concerned.
Nurse Sprat pulls Puck and Daphne aside before letting them in. She has a very somber expression on her face.
"We've done all we can for her but I need you to prepare yourselves. The dragons talons contain a very powerful poison, she's got quite a fight ahead of her".
Puck and Daphne exchange an anxious look.
"Is she going to wake up?" Daphne asked.
Nurse Sprat gives them a pitying look.
"There’s a good chance she will".
The fact that she might not seems to linger in the air, unspoken between them.
As they take their seats beside Sabrina's bed, Puck notices tears running silently down Daphne's face.
"Marsh-mellow, your sister is one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. she's not gonna let something like a little dragon poison take her out". It's as much to convince himself as it is to comfort her.
Daphne lets out a watery laugh, she slumps in her chair.
"I hope you're right, Puck".
Sabrina looks terrible. Her skin is pale grey and beaded with sweat. Puck absently takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He wants her to know he's there, wants her to fight her way back to him.
Eventually Daphne succumbs to her exhaustion and falls asleep curled up in her chair but Puck doesn't tear his eyes away from Sabrina. Somewhere in the irrational part of his brain he believes that nothing bad can happen to her while he watches over her. So he watches the shallow rise and fall of her chest until his eyes sting.
He takes in every part of her appearance as though hes trying to commit her to memory. The freckle just bellow her jaw. Her golden hair tucked behind unusually small ears. Her long fingers. Her eyelashes.
Just this morning she was sticking her tongue out at him as she climbed out of his bed. She'd thrown on one of his sweatshirts and sneaked back into her own room. She was so full of life, just this morning, a lifetime ago.
Now she might die with him never having told her he loves her.
He's sure she knows. Well, He thinks she knows. He hopes she knows, but he's never said it. Where he comes from vulnerability is something to take advantage of and showing somebody yours is like telling them where to hurt you and handing them a weapon. He can see now that he's been a coward.
He's never told her that he loves her and now he might never get the chance.
He's reminded by every beat of his own heart.
Beat.
she might die.
Beat.
she might die.
Beat.
She might die.
She isn't exactly his girlfriend. The word girlfriend doesn't feel like enough to describe what she is to him. Its not big enough. She's probably his best friend, his partner in crime, his favorite person to tease. She's the first person he goes to when he has a problem and the first he turns to when he needs help to create problems. She is home and safety and danger all wrapped up in a 5 foot frame.
He trusts her with his life and it's about time he trusted her with his heart too.
He stands up and leans over her, running a hand through her hair. He presses his lips to her ear and whispers so quietly it can barely be heard at all.
"I love you, Sabrina".
He promises himself he'll tell her again if she wakes up. No-, when she wakes up.
Eventually the sound of her shallow breath lulls him into an almost hypnotic trance. He watches her chest.
Rise.
Fall.
Rise.
Fall.
He doesn't know how long he's been staring, probably hours. The first orange rays of sunrise are lighting the room before a rasping cough cuts through the air.
"My eyes are up here, jerkface" Sabrina's voice is weak and hoarse.
Pucks face snaps up to look at hers so quickly he can feel his neck twinge. But he doesn't care, the feeling of relief coursing through his body is dizzying and his eyes start to sting with hot tears. He can't seem to find his voice.
Sabrina's eyes close but she chuckles dryly.
"If I had known all it took to shut you up was nearly dying, I would have picked a fight with a dragon years ago" she jokes weakly.
He discreetly wipes his eyes on his sleeve.
"Yeah, well, don't expect this kind of special treatment every time" its meant to be a joke but his voice doesn't sound right.
Sabrina opens her eyes, looking at him with mild concern.
"That bad, huh?" She asks.
"You came pretty close to croaking" he confirms "Gave the Marsh-mellow quite a scare".
Daphne lets out a rattling snore, as if in response to him.
Sabrina nods almost imperceptibly. Her eyes are beginning to close again.
Its now or never. Before she slips back into sleep.
"Oh, and by the way, Grimm" he starts casually "I love you".
thanks for the tag, @leahnardo-da-veggie! glad to see you back, and hell yeah for learning norwegian!! learning languages is hard (rest in peace, my duolingo owl) so kudos to you, friendo!!
this snippet comes from afterlight recovery services, because despite me working on tea leaves and dead lies today, i can't stop thinking about my ghost hunting zombie crew.
Three zombies settle in the fridge. Two crouch on the ground; the other stands listlessly, staring at the ground. They slowly lift their heads as the door opens, staring at the crew.
The crew stares back.
Silence.
After several long seconds, Live leans forward and whispers, “This is freaky, right? It’s not just me?”
The target, a middle aged man in the tattered remains of a suit, lets out a low gurgling sound deep in his throat. The other two zombies let out guttural groans, sounding like a macabre choir, and the sitting zombies push themselves to her feet.
“Ah,” says Live, lifting his bat again. “There we go.”
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thanks for the tag, @theink-stainedfolk! let's grab a line from how to fail a field practicum!
Cadnos nodded. “Good. Davenport sees the spell rhythm. Piers sees the physical fault. Both matter. Anyone who tells you maintenance is either-or is trying to sell you a repair bill.”
He turned the battery with a brass-handled probe. The ticking skipped, sped up, then settled into something worse.
“Theory,” he said, “says this battery should not explode.”
A tiny spark crawled down the side of the casing and snapped against the table ward.
“Applied work is what lets you keep your eyebrows.”
No one laughed.
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