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Links to specific works/updates for said works: Bloodied Fields - A novel involving the phenomenon of being able to return from the dead Diary of Adrian Roth - A Totally Normal Guy's writings about his new city, releasing monthly E.L. Wallace - Everything regarding this one of my D&D characters Teague Cavan - Everything regarding this OC of mine, a vampire Under Steel - A Marvel fanfic, with the concept of Black Widow becoming Captain America

[Date redacted] I've finally settled into my new place- real lucky to find somewhere with such cheap rent, especially on short notice. Yeah, I'm a little further from where I've found work, but I can't really complain. The other options were more expensive, and later openings than I wanted. And after everything- well, let's not focus on the past. This is meant to be a fresh start. In a new city. I'll need to make new friends, sure. But that shouldn't be too hard.

The first time you die, you think that's it. You're done. Nothing but whatever comes after. But then, you see what you can best describe as some sort of raven. It has too many eyes, some sort of glow from where there's feathers and flesh missing. And it stares at you. You're not sure what it wants. It doesn't speak. It doesn't make any sound at all. Then when you finally move- because for who knew how long you didn't think you could- the raven takes flight. Even its wingbeats are silent. It pauses after moving some distance away, turns back to you as if it wants you to follow. So you follow it.

You're not sure how far it leads you- there's nothing in this space you've found yourself. It's just an endless void. You're not even sure how you're walking, whether or not there's actually a surface beneath your feet. Eventually, something comes into view against the blackness you've been traversing. It's not until you get closer that you realize what it is. It's your body. The raven perches on something invisible nearby. You stand staring at yourself for... You don't know how long. The raven doesn't move. It doesn't preen. Even when you look toward the raven, it does nothing. Nothing else shows up, no explanation is offered. You finally crouch to place a hand on your body-

And you wake up in it, coughing and in pain. There's people fretting over you, exclaiming about the fact you've woken back up. Your family is grateful, friends relieved.

He was only mildly worried about the state of his clothes after they were removed, vaguely registering the temperature of the space was actually comfortable rather than chilly. It was appreciated, actually, even if he was quickly distracted by tentacles wrapping around his limbs, letting out a soft grunt as he instinctively adjusted to ensure his own balance- regardless of whether or not he actually needed to. Erskine wasn't going to worry about his balance for much longer, with more tentacles approaching him.

He took a sharp breath as one wrapped itself around his cock, starting to stroke with a languid pace. That was more likely the reason he shivered rather than because of the temperature- paired with one of the others that had approached prodding at his ass. That one, at least, felt as if it was coating itself with some sort of lubrication. It would make this more pleasant. One of the others that had approached took advantage of the one pressing itself into his rear to slide into his mouth, cutting off any noise he would have made. He had expected it, more or less. Perhaps a little more build up, to be honest, but this was about what he expected.

For now, the tentacles were maintaining an easy pace, slowly working their way further in. It was nice enough to lull him into relaxing further, swallowing around the tentacle in his mouth- enough that he came. It didn't deter the rest of the appendages, the one that had been wrapped around his cock withdrawing for the time being. The ones in his mouth and ass, meanwhile, increased their pace. His hands twitched in response, Erskine gagging as the one in his mouth got more zealous with its thrusting- It didn't last long, the entity apparently starved for this form of release as it filled him.

He was sure no one would notice him slipping away from the main gathering, finding somewhere quieter. Somewhere to be alone with his thoughts. He had grown proficient in slipping away from gatherings unnoticed. Teague wasn't sure he was proud of that skill anymore. He also didn't want to be bothered right now. He wasn't going to be good company.