#pre death

[vincent-woods]

a portal in the sky opened and out fell one 23 year old Vincent Woods. He landed on his feet and looked around. Where was he? This wasnt his woods...

(Past vincent joins the roster!!)

[kingbaguette]

I drew the dead lion boi pre-season 4 special

This is inspired by @stariikat ‘s design! They’re very talented, go check them out.

(I actually used their art as a reference, it’s probably obvious, sorry if it looks too identical to the original)

((Holy shit- This post blew up! This is the most attention I’ve ever gotten for my art, so this is amazing! I’ll try to post more art like this from now on))

[miss-conner3]

Do you have any pics/sketches of pre death Ando and Lamb?

I think it would be cute just to an older ando with his baby brother just trying to survive.

Your fic has brought this desire out of me.

¿How did you guess? (ovo)

Here's a quick sketch I made when I had a simple idea. I might finish it, but we'll have to see.

I'm also glad that you liked my little fic. Thank you very much (>w<)/

[evermorethecrow]

just wait till the masses discover cryptid chu has mummy issues

[fantasticgothicpeachsludge]

Dick & newly(ish) adopted Jason: *accidentally set the kitchen on fire*

Dick: We need an adult!

Jason: Dick, you are an adult!

Dick: We need an adultier adult! Get Bruce!

[crispycostumes]

things we know about pre-death Noah's personality

He didn't have a sense of humour but he occasionally said things that were funny. Whelk was his longest living friend outside of his own family and as much as i loathe to say it, he probably had a good idea of this. And on that note:

Whelk was his only real friend

He was loyal

It is implied he made Whelk laugh with his unintentional humour

There is evidence that the quest was his as well as-

something he did for fun ("it had been a game, a treasure hunt. A play for glory")

He didn't really care how the quest went

He had a girlfriend who cheated on him with Whelk, it's unclear if he knew about this or if he cared

He skated

He was on the Aglionby swim team

Adele described him as energetic, cheerful, and animated

He was very boisterous and a shithead to a degree that Blue thought she wouldn't have liked him when he was alive

Noah Czerny was a "stereotypical" aglionby boy. The gangsey probably wouldn't have liked him if he was alive and their age,, (and maybe readers wouldn't either)

[divinerulerluvr]

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Summary - As you panic about being closer and closer to adult life, you figure you should do something spontaneous.

Pre-death Tate Langdon x fem!reader

Warnings - smut, language, drugs (cocaine), alcohol, no condom sex.

Words - 1.4k

A/N - Let's ignore the logistics of pool sex for a minute here because i think it's hot and its fictional so ignore chlorine or, ya know, science and enjoy it, you horny bastard. Also, coke causes aggression so dont say this is ooc.

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Sitting in my backyard, the only light source was the lights from the fancy pool my parents had installed earlier this summer. Beside me on the other lounge chair is Tate.

It’s late at night and my parents had gone off for a business trip. They’re both lawyers and they often leave me alone here. And since I’m an only child, I spend most of my time alone or with Tate.

I chug back the rest of my beer, this one being the fourth of the night. Tate’s favorite album of all time, Nevermind by Nirvana, plays softly. Today was my seventeenth birthday and I had been having panic attacks all day about how dreadfully close I am to being a legal adult.

“I never do anything fun. I’ve basically wasted my prime teenage years,” I vent to Tate, leaning over the small patio table and snorting a line of the cocaine I had chopped up. I let out a heavy exhale, rubbing my nose.

“You still have a full year, though,” Tate replies, taking the credit card from me and crushing up his own pill to snort. He leans over the table, doing what I had previously done. He leans back, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

“Yeah. Three hundred sixty-five days left of my supposed “best years” left,” I chuckle dryly, looking out at the illuminated pool. “You do a lot of fun shit,” Tate replies, his blonde hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“You drink, you do drugs, you party--”

“One party. One party and I hated it,” I interrupt. A smile spreads on Tate’s lips. “You’ve been to a party,” he corrects himself. “I mean, are you even a virgin?”

“No,” I reply almost hesitantly as I grab my fifth beer and start drinking it. “See? Your life isn’t boring. You just think it is because it isn’t like the movies,” Tate says, grabbing what I believe to be his fourth beer.

“I know,” I say with a sigh, my head falling back onto the seat I lay on. “It’s just that I feel so… unfulfilled. Like I need to do something dangerous or spontaneous,”

“Then do something spontaneous,” Tate shrugs, his jawline sharpening as he chugs his beer. He pulls the bottle from his lips, panting from how long he was chugging the drink. “This tastes like shit,” he comments under his breath.

I bite my lower lip, reflecting on what Tate said. Something spontaneous…

Standing from the lounge chair, I look down at Tate who looks up at me. “What’re you doing?” he asks me. A smile spreads on my lips as I shrug. “Something spontaneous,”

My hands go to the hem of my shirt and I pull it off, revealing the fact that I didn’t wear a bra. Tate’s eyes widen, clearly never having seen boobs outside of a porno magazine. He watches with intense attention as I pull off my pajama shorts and underwear.

His eyes rake my naked body, making me scoff softly. “Come on, you pervert. Let’s do something spontaneous,” I say, turning around and walking down the warm cement and walk into the pool. By the time I’m in the pool, Tate had already stripped and gotten in behind me.

Tate studies me for a moment, his dark eyes scanning my eyes and briefly my naked body under the water. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I say, a grin on my lips. He shyly nods, a light red covering his cheeks. I wade through the water to get closer to him, closing our distance. “I lied. I am a virgin,” I confess.

He smiles, his hands running down my back under the cool temperature water. He grabs a handful of my ass, causing me to inhale sharply. We keep eye contact, the tension building higher than ever.

“Tate,” I say in a whisper, our bodies slowly getting closer and closer until our chests are touching. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, his hands pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

Our noses graze and he keeps this tension-filled eye contact with me. He was teasing and I knew it. I run my one hand down his chest, feeling his gently toned muscles. The intro to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” plays and I know how Tate gets when this song plays.

Without hesitation, he pulls me into a deep kiss.

His lips were warm and tasted of beer and nicotine. His hands stay hooked under my ass, his nails scratching my skin ever so slightly. I press my body tight against his, my arousal growing like crazy.

We pull apart, panting heavily as we look into each other’s eyes. “Fuck me, Tate,” I pant. He smiles, licking his lips. Our lips meet again, pure lust and ravenous passion filling the kiss. My nails drag down his back as I feel his hand slowly migrate to between my thighs.

My gasp was muffled by his lips on mine as his thumb grazed over my clit. I buck my hips into his hand, my chest heaving. He moves us over to the edge of the pool, pushing me against the paved wall of the pool.

He uses the hand between my legs to guide himself into me, his dick pushing roughly into me under the water. A weak moan leaves my lips, his hand running up my chest and to the curve of my neck where his hand spans over my jaw.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me. My mouth falls open in a soft moan, my eyebrows furrowed as my walls clench around his dick. My hands grab onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his pale skin.

My legs stay wrapped around his waist, keeping him as close to me as possible. His eyes study my face, his own lips parted as he pants softly. The water ripples around us, the lights in the pool casting a beautiful glow on his face.

“Tate...” I moan, my eyes falling shut as my head falls back. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, causing my eyes to snap open. The stars shine bright in the sky, adding something to the boring, black night sky.

His hand runs up my neck, his middle and ring finger sliding into my mouth through my parted lips. I suck on his fingers, my eyes meeting his lust-filled ones. The loud guitar and drums of the song plays, the more amped the song gets, the more libido Tate gets.

Clearly enjoying the way I suck on his fingers, Tate fucks me harder than I ever thought he could. He was really bringing his best game. My fingers entangle in Tate’s messy hair, tugging at it softly.

He groans, his head falling back slightly. His fingers pull from my mouth, his hand moving under the water and rubbing my clit. I bury my head in the crook of his shoulder, the fresh smell of his skin filling my senses.

His hips continue snapping ruthlessly in and out of me, his pace picking up the closer we both got to finishing. Tate’s lips find my shoulder, peppering soft kisses on my skin before biting and sucking at it to create hickeys.

My arms wrap around his back, holding him close to me as my legs quiver under the water that only reaches our chests. I knew I was close when the world began to spin. If this is what sex always felt like, I understand why people always do it.

It doesn’t take much longer for me to orgasm, either.

With a weak moan, I get sent into orgasmic overdrive. Shivers run through my body as my nerves catch on fire from the feeling of it. I bite onto the soft skin of Tate’s neck, feeling him cum inside of me.

He fucks me through my orgasm, overstimulating me as I finally fall down from the high. Both panting, I pull my head from his neck and look into his eyes. He smiles softly, his cheeks red from his orgasm.

Tate keeps his hold on me, still inside of me as we calm down from the sex. The song crescendos out and the next song begins. “I love it when you’re spontaneous,” he comments, making me laugh softly.

“Yeah. It’s not too bad,”

[sxwnlke]

"I love you Tate Langdon!” Pre death Tate!

A/N: Hey so this will be my first story on here! I’m sorry if it’s gonna be so bad lmao. I’m horrible at writing. I always write what comes into my mind so i promise, it will be bad. Anyways i’m doing this cause i’m bored lmao. And please don’t judge lmao.

Warnings: None, just fluff and horrible writing lmao.

It was a snowy Thursday night. You and Tate were sat beside the fireplace drinking hot chocolate. Tate looks over at you. "Hey Y/N!” Tate says. "Yes?” you look over at him. "Wanna go outside?” he asks. "Tate, it’s cold outside” you laugh. "So? I wanna make a snowman and have a snow ball fight!” He smiles. "You’re such a child” you laugh. "Okay come on then!” You both sit up and put your jackets on. "Race you!” You say. You and Tate both race each other. You win and Tate pushes you in a playful way "How dare you win!” You both laugh.

You make a snowball and you throw it off of Tate’s back. "Hey!” He turns around. You both giggle and you guys start having a snowball fight. Tate then walks over to you and he pushes you to the ground. "That’s very rude Mr Langdon!” you say giggling. "Yeah.. what you gonna do about it?” Tate laughs. You stand up and you attempt to push Tate to the ground but he grabs you by the waist and he pulls you close to him. "Hah you failed!” Tate laughs and you roll your eyes. He holds you close to him and the snow starts to fall down. He then starts to lean in and you do too. You both kiss each other. "So romantic!” You say laughing and Tate smiles.

"Do you want to make a snowman?” You ask Tate. "Of course!”. Tate makes the bottom of the snowman and you make the middle of it. "Let’s make the tallest snowman ever!” Tate says. "I don’t think that we will manage that” You laugh. You both put the bottom and the middle of the snowman together. "You go make the top part and i’ll try find some rocks and i’ll get a carrot!” You say to Tate and he nods.

You finally come back with some rocks and a carrot. "Wow you took long” Tate jokes and you roll your eyes laughing. You hand him some rocks and you both make the eyes and mouth. "Should we make him smile or frown?” Tate asks. "Smile of course!” You giggle. “Want to do the carrot?” Tate asks you. "Let’s do it together!” You smile. You both put the carrot on together and you both admire the snowman. "Wait! we forgot to do the 3 rocks that go on the body” You say. "Oh yeah! i’ll go get them since you got them last time!” Tate says and you nod.

While Tate goes to find some rocks you draw a heart with the snow on the ground and you write in the heart "Tate + Y/N” you smile at it and Tate finally comes back. "Hey baby! did you get the rocks?” You ask. "Yes i did! Tate smiles showing you the rocks. You both put the rocks on and you both high five each other. "Look at what i done while you were getting rocks!“ you point at the heart and Tate smiles "You’re so cute Y/N Y/L/N!” Tate kisses you on the lips holding you by your waist. You kiss him back and you both break the kiss. "We should go inside now!” you say and Tate nods. He holds your hand and you both walk into the house. You both warm each other up and then you both sit on the couch. "Wanna put on a movie?” you ask Tate. "Sure! which one?” He asks you. "Hmm.. how about home alone?” You ask and he nods. Tate puts it on and he covers you both with a blanket. He puts his arm around you and you lay your head on his chest. "I love you Tate Langdon!” You say kissing his chest. "I love you too Y/N Y/L/N!!” he kisses the top of your head and you both cuddle while watching the movie.