Reach out, Edric, offer thebond of your dragonheart to your sister. If Meghan does the same, then together you may live on. Rule wisely together and listen to your hearts.
For@whumpawoman Angstpril; prompts are Whumper-Run-In,Panic Attack, and maybe even Revenge.
This arc is a collaboration with @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump , Damiel is hers and in this universe, they’re married to Ira. Also - this is a piece of writing I’m very proud of, and I hope that you like it.
Cw panic attack, referenced captivity, referenced lady whump, referenced death of a loved one. Not much whump, yet big on the angst.
Emma is pulling at Isaac’s hand, and he almost has to jog to keep up with her short legs. “Your uncle is an old man, Emmy,” he says, half joking. He’s not old, but he can’t walk fast. Not since he’s had a bullet lodged in his hip, in the night that cost him everything.
“But I can see the playground already! Can I go? Please?“
He can see it, too. A big wooden pirate ship, some swings, a handful of other adults and kids wrapped into warm clothes on this sunny day in late fall. It’s just some meters, he tells himself. It’s safe. Still, it takes him some seconds to force his fingers to open and let his niece’s gloved hand slip out of his, as she races off. There’s something to the way she runs. Despite the childish joy to her movements, the somewhat clumsy way she sets her feet, he still thinks of Sophie. Sophie, who can’t be here, who has never met her niece, and whose laugh he misses every single day. The last thing he’s seen her do was run. Run by his side, to safety, to freedom. It had been so close. They could’ve been together. They should be.
They aren’t. He’s alone.
On the playground, Emma has reached the pirate ship and is already climbing up, gloves dropped on the ground, hands and booted feet steady on the small climbing grips. Sophie and him have always wanted kids. They’d talked about it often enough, before they went to bed. Two, at least, one boy and one girl, maybe. He wonders, if they’d ended up with the light brown curls Emma shares with him, or maybe more of the straight black hair from Sophie’s side.
While they’re not as showy as my succulents, these emergent Alternanthera reineckii stems have the cutest little flowers–the clusters aren’t the flowers; each tiny white spike is an individual flower!
Lol appaerntly there are novelizatins of the Resident Evil movie that try to explain why Angie is Nowhere To Be Seen by saying…..lol…….that Alice killed her???????? As though that???? explains anything/????? as though that doesn’t make what we do see make zero fucking sense at all??? lol??? like, you’re supposed to be filling in the gaps, not stuffing them with dynamite and exploding them. literally nothing makes fucking sense if Alice killed Angie. like come on, people.
I drew a friend’s Sole Survivor, the wonderfully complex Maria Gutierrez, with her LI Cait! Do yourself a favour and read her series A Full Bottle and Bones to Break!
Hayden stood up, wrapping his arms around both of them, standing there as a family would after bad times, just comforting each other. After a while, Brooke looked up at them, giving both a little smile as she felt her tears dried by a gentle hand.
Brooke: That book has all their knowledge, all their potions, everything.. Perhaps there is something in there that can help you, help El and Lene.. -she looked at Vy.- Can you teach me to read it? I would love to learn, and that way maybe all their evil doings can be used for some good?
She would love that, to take all their shit, and make it into something good. She also knew it would have infuriated them to no end which made her a silly amount of happy if she was honest.
River: Ooh … They kissed you … -he shook his head- Give them time. I know from Vy that a kiss is something sacred. Perhaps it felt ashamed.
River decided not to confess to his son that Emil looked rejected. He had already figured out Emil had feelings for his son, though he wasn’t sure if it was love, devotion, loyalty or all three. He brushed his son’s back, pulling a blanket. Letting Flynn rest. He was sure Emil would return. He tried to locate the phoenix he sent after the dragon and chuckled.
He almost pulled away from his dad when he touched him, afraid his magic would somehow lash out and hurt him when it seemed it didn’t though he calmed down some again.
Flynn: I don’t know… I don’t understand, it’s never been like this before… -he sighed, struggling to not break down and cry, his mind trying to understand what was happening to him. - It’s like the magic I could once control has grown out of my control all of a sudden…
He looked at Emil, who was on the ground… his dad had said he was high from his energy.. and he could only guess he had taken on a lot of it. It scared him though, to see him on the ground like that…
Flynn: It doesn’t hurt.. not now, but it hurts when it builds.. and.. -he hung his head.- it happened once before, but I thought it was just a reaction to everything.. I’m sorry dad, I should have told you..
Chris walked over to Emil, watching him while he let the two of them talk, he could feel the energy in the dragon, putting a hand on their shoulder to help them calm down a little.
Chris: If Brooke has always borrowed your energy to hide you.. perhaps you never got used to your full power?
He walked past Chris towards the two. Everything felt muddled, hazy in their mind. Emil couldn’t breathe right and their heart raced in their chest. Was Emil going to die? River noticed something off with the dragon who was starting to heave heavily as if trying to breathe. The dragon leaned against Flynn, trying to catch their breath. The pain on their body worsens with each breath. Yet everything felt overwhelming, every sensation blinding them, elating them. What was wrong with them? They felt so out of the body.
River recognized those symptoms and walked to the two. He touched his son, feeling the electric energy coming from him. It was subdued, but still very powerful. He looked for signs his son was wounded and saw the straining marks of pain and an overcharge. His eyes fell on the dragon first and he waved a hand in front of him.
River: Don’t worry, they’re fine, -he assured his son- He appears to be high as a kite on energy and having an anxiety attack over it. Doesn’t seem like they’re overdosing.
He turned to his son and released him from the dragon on fell on their side covering their head with a groan. He helped Flynn up, seeing the tell-tale signs of an overcharge. The veins on his skin, the marks from electric burns, the wild eyes, and frantic breathing. He brushed his cheek.
River: You overcharged… We need to get you home. Get you checked by Vy. How did this happen? Does anything hurt?
The kid yelped, clearly surprised to see River there.
Kid: I saw… something fly off with him that way!
He pointed towards the mountains. River quickly grabbed his phone, messaging Chris that he needed his help to find Flynn. Though, he could feel in the air, the magic, so powerful. So, rushing out of the building, River summoned the phoenix familiar, freeing her into large shape, he flew with the phoenix towards the mountains, following the trail.
Flynn: It’s okay now Emil.. thank you.. are you okay? Please tell me that didn’t hurt you and make you worse.
His body was still shaky, but for now, the magic seemed calm. He was glad Emil was there, that way, he hadn’t ended up hurting everyone at school. In the back of his head, he couldn’t help but imagine them not wanting him back if this was to become a thing.
Flynn: Grampa?
Behind Emil he noticed Chris standing, wondering just why he was there. Had he felt it too, was it that bad.. had he hurt Emil that much? It felt like his mind had been half fried, he couldn’t quite put his thoughts together properly.
As he felt he could control it, for now, he gently pushed against Emil’s shoulders, as a sign, hoping that whatever he had done with his phone would result in something, he was sure they had taken it earlier, but he wasn’t sure.
He tried just thinking this was enough, as he had a feeling he was actually under Emil’s control now, at least talking did not seem an option, maybe it would come back, but for now, he had his control back, he could feel it…
Emil started feeling lightheaded, as the energy seemed to wane. Flynn was getting control over it. But despite this Emil didn’t stop, they savored the taste of Flynn’s lips, how sweet they felt and they pulled back, gasping.
Emil: Flynn?…
They gently brushed their face, pushing his bangs away from his eyes. The moment River had gotten the message he had instantly ported into his son’s dorm, only to find him and the dragon gone. He could feel the static energy in the air, enough magic to fill a whole batch of glimmerstones. Cursing and in panic from the message he got, he found one of the roommates.
So, I’m going to stay anonymous here, but I write fanfic. I am also asexual, and though I never described myself as asexual or any of the characters in my fic as asexual, I somehow wound up with a pretty fair-sized ace following for one fic. Can people recognize their own kind through my writing? Is it just because I’m writing what I want to see [emphasis on romantic and platonic relationships rather than sexual ones] and it attracts people with similar desires? I don’t know. Regardless, like I said, decent-sized ace following.
I noticed that two of my most, for want of a better word, loyal readers had become friends through the fic, and I was like, “Hey, that’s cool. Maybe I can introduce more people each other with my fic, spark more friendships,” so I made a Discord server for my readers.
And within the first week or two of the Discord being up, someone nervously came out as ace.
And almost everyone else online at the time raised their hands and said, “Same here.” And one person said, “I’m not asexual, but I’m dating someone who is, and we’ve been happy together for years.”
And, I just went back to make sure, the woman who came out started crying. She wasn’t expecting that level of support, and she certainly wasn’t expecting a whole group of people–masculine, feminine, nonbinary, cis, trans, different races, different countries, different romantic orientations [including aro], ages ranging from early teens to late twenties, hell, even people who didn’t ship the couple from the fic and were just there because they liked the idea behind the story–to be just as asexual as she was. She was so goddamn happy. It was an incredibly beautiful moment, and I was so fucking floored by the realization that I’d helped facilitate that.
So amidst all the hate and the bullshit, don’t lose hope. Don’t think of yourself as less valid. Don’t forget that you can find happiness. Pride month is all about accepting and embracing who you are. And anyone who spouts that same bullshit rhetoric that has been used in biphobic and transphobic and even anti-lesbian arguments throughout history? Well, they’re missing the point entirely.
We’re here. We’re QUEER. Get FUCKING used to it.
And for the love of all life on Earth, please support each other. Don’t put down your fellow queers. There are more than enough people outside of the community who do that already.
