#⋆˙⊰ writing. ：undecided.

[salvatoraes]

new tags 002, damn ya'll this man has a lot of verses lmao

[salvatoraes]

one minute the plane is bringing them towards the retreat & the next it's plummeting to the ground. stefan was so panicked, he was so sure he wouldn't make it. imagine him dying from a plane crash with a bunch of people he didn't know ? how tragic. he knew he shouldn't of done this, he's not one for retreats anyway. but ... saying no to his father's request was never an option. he looks out the window, watching them head first towards the ocean and some sand of a beach quicker than anything he's ever seen before. brown eyes are wide as the plane gets closer & closer to the ground. panic rises in his chest as he tries his hardest to breathe through the mask he had on.

that's the last thing he remembered, trying to breathe through his mask as the plane was going down. now, he can feel hands on his chest & lips to his own. he's barely conscious but he feels it. suddenly — he's coughing up water, eyes opening rapidly. above him is a redhead, someone from the plane he recognized. she was giving him CPR & she must be good at it cause he's awake now. " i'm ... okay. " he chokes out, blinking a few times. " thank you. " voice is low, raspy from the dryness in his throat.

@salvatoraes , the wilds / yj au — closed starter !!

THE WIND GRAZES JESSIE'S CHEEK, pushing orange strands to the side as she's looking down at the boy lying with his back flat against a broken piece of the plane. Jessie isn't sure if he's alive, but she leans down to press her palm against the boy's chest to attempt CPR. The rest of the passengers have already been wandering the island in distress, and Jessie found this guy floating through the ripples. "C'mon." Jessie murmurs, thumping her palm. It would figure if he died on her watch, it would already add to their incredibly fucking shitty day. First the plane crash, now her playing doctor when she's clearly unqualified.

Her basic CPR class did not prepare her for the real thing by a landslide, tilting his head back and blowing into his mouth, then pressing against his chest once more, repeating the action in bursts to try to get some kind of air into the boy's lungs. Jessie tries again, mouth to mouth before rising on her knees to put more pressure against his chest.

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

Star AU (inspired by fanart)

Roksu blankly stares into the sky.

He has nothing left. His parents were dead, his uncle sold him, and even the slavers and slaves have passed away beneath the cliff, leaving Roksu at the top, alone. There was nothing to do but stare at the rising sun. It looked beautiful, he knew.

The leftover stars still linger in the sky brightly. He could begin to walk back to civilization at any moment. The stolen cloak sits heavy on his small shoulders, the weight of living pressing down on every inch of him, making every breath struggle to reach the air beyond his lungs. The cold air dried out his throat and made him want to hold his breath but he kept inhaling, in order to exhale again. All to keep living.

He did not ask, 'why me?'

It was a stupid question.

Things happened. Even the slaves in the carriage that went over the cliff knew that. It was simply bad luck. He didn't get dealt a good hand, but that didn't mean he would give up. Frustration burns his heart yet it fuels it all the same, like how the constant combustion of a stars core keeps it from collapsing in on itself. He lived through that frustration, and for that he was grateful.

He's seen many on his same position fall and succumb, sooner or later than himself. Like watching alternate versions of his life, some more and less prosperous. Hes one of many that have tried and failed, but since he is still alive, he must keep trying. Until he fails and dies, or until the day he succeeds.

The stars retreat from the warm glow on the horizon, subdued in that light. He wonders, how do they do it? They get hidden every day, but every night they come to rise again, bright as ever. They'll never reach the brightness of the sun, but in their combined effort, they shine in such a beautiful and unique way.

He reaches up towards those retreating stars and looks at them from in between his fingers. If he could hold on, would they keep shining? Let it shine in his palm, safe in a cage of small pale fingers, allowed to shine whenever and wherever.

Closing his fingers into a fist, he lets himself imagine that he caught one of those stars. Pulled it from the sky and held it gently. Would it be warm? Or hot, too hot for him to hold and burning his flesh in his arrogance? He lingers on that thought and looks at his closed fist, skeletal bones poking through his skin to reveal knuckles and his skinny wrist.

His hand is about to retreat when a light flashes behind his fist. He quickly pulls it back to see a bright and colorful light streaking across the sky. It screams in its decent and he can hear violent pops with flashes of purple and red overtop a luminous white.

A shooting star.

A star?... no way, he didn't make it fall— could he?

He pulls his cloak to himself and runs in the direction as it's falling. His bare feet pad quietly and quickly against the unforgiving dirt road until it gives way to grass and rocks. He holds the cloak to himself with one hand and his breathing grows heavier with each step, a pain twinging in his side and making him wince, but he pushes his feet forward still.

The star shines brightly above him, like a guiding light, and the star is loud in the way that everything around him grows quiet in comparison.

He nearly trips when he steps into a hole in the ground and his ankle twists, but he just touches the grass with his palms and pushes himself forward, running faster when adrenaline pumps into his veins at the striking pain.

He has questions but his eyes trail the star and its long tail. He has no mind outside of the shooting star which he follows. It screeches and he wonders if it will be a monster, ready to close its jaws around his neck. The bright star and its tail dips closer yet to the ground and he holds his breath as it soars downward suddenly.

He hides behind the lone oak tree on the hill as the star crashes into the valley.

He holds his breath. Inching closer to the tree, he presses himself against the bark and grips the cloak with an impassioned hand. In the crater is a white lump.

There's no room for regret. Not now.

The white lump is as bright as the star, making it difficult to see properly, but he doesn't need to worry long as it stars to dim rapidly.

The white turns to grey turns to black, and the colorful lights disappear in the wind. The morning glow reflects off the dull black lump and makes it colorful in a different way, with oranges and a rising pink.

Roksu's eyes widen at the sight. His heart beats heavily in his chest, burning from running so quickly. It pounds at the questions running through his mind.

Did he make it fall?

Will it ever glow again?

Is this his fault?

How did this happen?

What should he do?

That last one makes itself particularly known at the front of his mind, but he comes up with no answer.

The lump shifts in its spot in the crater. Roksu clamps his hands around his mouth to smother his sharp inhale.

Is it... alive?

Every fiber in his body understands that he should be running away, hiding, anything to get him away and out of sight from this strange thing that emerged in their world. Except that isn't what he does.

He watches the rising back of the lump.

It's breathing.

The back falls.

He leans further into the oak of the tree and looks closer at the weird thing.

It inhales. The back falls.

... is it hurt?

He bites his lip and digs the fingers he has pressed against the tree into that stiff bark, waking up to the sting of his flesh being bitten and scratched.

When the black lump- about the size of a crouching man- doesn't move outside of the small movement of inhaling and exhaling, Roksu gathers his courage and leaves the safety behind the tree.

He makes sure not to trip as he steps carefully down the steep hill. His ankle throbs painfully.

The sun is over the horizon now, baring its light down against the star in the crater.

Managing not to trip on a dislodged rock, he skips the rest of the way using gravity and winces when his foot gives out at the last second.

He exhales, breathing heavy. Pulling the cloak against his collar, he stands up and continues moving toward the star in the crater.

The star's back rises and falls steadily. It seems to be sleeping. That may be for the best, Roksu thinks to himself.

He reaches the edge of the crater, more wide than it is deep, and steps lightly into the exposed dirt. It digs into his feet painfully, still holding a residual warmth. Even if it's a little hot, it isn't enough to be burn him, so he keeps going.

The star, the creature, rouses slightly as he approaches. His mind wants to stop but his heart encourages his continued approach.

He steps up to the star, creature, about a few feet away. It's bigger than he thought it was and smaller than he assumed it'd be.

... Should he kick it?

Thankfully he doesn't need to do that, as the star inhales deeply and shifts upward, small bits of dirt falling off its back as it rises.

Black eyes bear down on Roksu.

The star looks like a man. No, a teenager approaching manhood, with short black hair and eyes that reflect the night star, devoid of stars.

The lump was actually the teenager's own cloak, curled around his black attire and black boots.

Roksu looks up at that young face and blinks. This... is a star?

It didn't fit his expectations, but the appearance also oddly fit the name, 'star.' He knew that he wouldn't be able to think of a star without thinking of this teenager again after this.

Roksu's reddish brown eyes meet the onyx eyes. They burrow into each other, trying to dig up answers, yet both finding none.

The onyx eyes blink first and look away from the intense gaze of the kid. It, he, begins to observe his surroundings instead.

Roksu quietly stares at this strange being who emerged from a blistering star.

The star looks back at him.

"안녕하세요?"

Roksu listens to the strange words of the star and finds it extremely funny.

"I don't speak Star, sorry." Still, he puts effort into his response. Even if it was extremely likely that the star wouldn't understand him.

"... 무엇? 나는 당신을 이해할 수 없습니다."

Roksu nods. Yes, there is a language barrier. That means the star won't know he is the one who pulled him, it, from the sky.

He points at himself to get introductions started.

"Roksu." The star blinks at him, then slowly points at himself, unsure.

"... 최한."

"Choi Han," Roksu repeats. The star nods. Roksu points at the star and says it again. "Choi Han," then points at himself. "Roksu."

The star licks his lips and repeats it. "Roksu."

He nods, accepting the attempt. Now they have been introduced. That's a good start. Who knows, maybe 'Choi Han' means 'star.'

Roksu's head falls and he notices his bare feet, one swollen and still throbbing immensely. Hopefully it wasn't a serious injury and he could still walk on it.

Wiggling his toes and finding them painfully functional, he decides not to worry about it.

Choi Han is too busy looking at Roksu's long red hair to notice. He looks awestruck at its color, which made a little sense. It wasn't a terribly common color, and his shade of red was actual red, not closer to orange or pink. The dirty and scrappy nature of it wasn't flattering but neither were his equally scrappy clothes. The only thing saving his appearance was the slaver's cloak that he stole.

Though, maybe the star would be awestruck by any shade of hair. Who knows what a star is used to seeing, anyway.

Roksu takes advantage of Choi Han's dazed state to grab his hand and pull. He doesn't budge from his spot- weighing more than the thin Roksu- but it gets the message through.

"Follow."

The star is pulled.

Roksu climbs out of the crater and struggles to not think about how much his foot hurts. He had already ran on the injury and now he was going to walk all the way back to civilization on it, too. He might as well be asking to get his entire foot amputated.

Still, he hides the pain, hiding the way he favors one side as he walks, thinking instead about how to teach someone how to talk and read their language. Could Roksu learn how to speak star? It seemed that there would be a lot of work to do in order to communicate.

As he's pondering that, he tugs on Choi Han's hand, intending to face the hill he had come from.

An arm slips under his legs and the hand in his grasp falls away without any effort to hold onto his shoulders.

Roksu stiffens like a log.

Choi Han smiles at him.

"내가 널 안아도 괜찮았으면 좋겠어."

He frowns but swings his feet in the hold. Now he doesn't have to risk making his injury worse, but he has to be carried by a star. It felt shameful to make such a being do manual labor.

Even if it's shameful, Roksu slowly relaxes into the sturdy chest, wrapping an arm around the star's neck. His other arm points up the hill.

Choi Han gleams, resembling a twinkling star, and Roksu turns away from that happy expression. What a weird guy-star.

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"The prophecy! Your majesty, the prophecy for the next decade has been delivered!" A priest runs into the throne room and all but collapses to his knees, bowing his head to the red carpet.

King Zed grips his armrest. It was good and bad news to receive a prophecy. A prophecy meant that a significant event would be occurring. Since the priest said it was estimated to predict the next decade, that meant that the event would spell out the fate of the next ten years.

It did not predict anything past that.

However, most 'significant events' regarded wars and famines. The length of time would be how long the war would last, or how long the famine would stretch before it broke. So, whatever the prophecy said, it would definitely be a big deal.

"Speak."

The priest shivers at the cold tone of the king. He lifts his head and bangs it against the floor to gather his wits and remember the words of the prophecy. It wasn't hard- it was incredibly profound, both alike to other prophecies and nothing like any prophecy they've received before.

"I will now repeat the prophecy, your majesty. It reads,

"The boy which falls a star

holds many burdens,

Speaks many lies,

And possesses a great truth.

A war, six stars that wish to take the sky,

The red crown which fights to subdue.

Ten years of darkness, nigh.

Bleed, oh boy of red, to lay the earth with

Crimson Tides, save the pitiful ones and give rise to the star of Night."

The priests low voice slowly rolls over the prophecy's words. The king listens and taps his finger on his armrest.

"... Call the Crown Prince."

The attendant waiting by the door hears this and promptly leaves the room. A brief silence is broken by the low timber of the old man sitting on his regal throne.

"Priest," The king says. "What are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts... Your majesty, I believe we must find the boy who felled a star. He will play a key role in the future, I'm sure of it."

"Then how should we go about it?"

The priest hesitates.

"Do we summon all boys to the palace and ask them if they've felled a star? What age range should we expect a boy to fit in?" The king mildly pokes holes in the priests answer. "A seven year old is as much of a boy as a fifteen year old."

The priest bites his tongue, and the king continues.

"When does a boy become a man? Should we exclude mature children and include lousy adults?"

The king tsks. This is why he called for his son to come here. Speaking with the priest is no good.

"Royal Father," a teenager roughly the age of seventeen enters the throne room and bows politely according to his status. "You called for me?"

"Yes. Alberu, listen to the prophecy for the next ten years and tell me what you believe our next action should be."

A prophecy is a huge deal, but the king comments on it as if it is no more than a small squabble that occurred in the town square. The crown prince also doesn't blink at the news.

He approaches his father and stands off to his side, looking down at the priest, who still has his head in the red carpet.

"You may speak," Alberu prompts the priest.

The priest repeats the prophecy again word for word, willing himself not to stutter in the presence of the two most influential figures in the kingdom.

"Mm." Alberu hums. "That is a unique prophecy."

"Why do you say that?" The king inquires. Alberu speaks minimally, as if answering on paper rather than to his father.

"The prophecy mentions a specific individual. It even goes as far as to list traits and achievements of the boy, as if asking us to find and accompany him in his path. Within seven centuries and hundreds of prophecies, none have spoken about a single person."

"What do you suppose we should do?"

"Find him. We should look from twelve to seventeen year old boys, particularly twelve year olds whose birthdays are near to pass. We don't know if the boy has felled a star yet, so we should leave a few months to give him that opportunity."

"We should look through the entire kingdom? That would take years."

Alberu smiles at the king, as if calmly correcting his father's words. "We have a few years at best to find the boy before the worst of the war is upon us, so we should do our best, Royal Father."

"That's right." The king nods. He stares down at the priest, who sweats cold. "Then, son. What if we don't ever find the boy?"

Alberu's smile remains on his lips, undisturbed. "Then we should do our best to support him, even if we don't know who he is."

"Correct."

Alberu lets his eyes fall on the sweating priest. Even if the priest is trembling, Alberu doesn't feel pity. It wouldn't make a difference.

The king waves a hand and the priest, as if sensing it, stands up and exits quickly with a rushed bow to pay his respects to both the current and future rulers.

With him gone, Alberu elaborates. "You'll be focusing on boys with red hair, won't you Royal Father?"

"That is obvious."

At that, the crown prince closes his eyes. He can't help but think, 'would it be so easy to find such a boy?' The description was both sorely lacking and extremely specific. He didn't know what to think about the prophecy's intention.

"Do you think we'll find him?"

Alberu smiles at that, opening his eyes and staring at the large door which shut behind the priest.

"We will. Definitely."

Somewhere, a fifteen year old boy with a red crown of hair and a newly fallen star begin to make their acquaintance.

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I posted this to ao3! It's got 7 chapters now <3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64101292

Fanart this fic idea was inspired by vvvvv also while I couldn't find the artist I did find that this isn't Cale! It's Diluc fanart from Genshin Impact-- which makes the shooting star in the sky make more sense..............

COUGH I'm still sending this out even though I did a fanart inspired fic from a different fandom than mine-

@fictionalcreator ~

[itsgoldleaf]

All primed and ready to go for @codywanfirstkissbingo!!

(Honestly I’m the most impressed that I thought of 3 titles without having a breakdown 😎👍)

[ghostlysoaps]

Creature/monster AU

Soft warning for mature language and themes

Soap is staring at him. This, in and of itself, isn't unusual. It's like their very own game of cat-and-mouse. Watching and waiting to get caught in the act, diverting their attention only after the other catches their gaze to keep. The switch occurs, and then it's up to each of them to decide how much blatant attention is enough.

Ghost grits his teeth under the relative safety of his mask but doesn't take his eyes off the road. He can't afford to with the headlights off even if he sees better in the dark than most – not with the loops and curves and potential threat hunting them.

"Are we going to talk about it?" Soap eventually asks, an hour and some into their mad dash to safety.

Ghost wishes he could parrot the question back at him while replacing the last word with "what.” It wouldn't work, he knows that. Playing the fool isn't Ghost’s strong suit and Soap wouldn't care to indulge him anyway. Not with the way his leg is bouncing, ears flicking, gaze as piercing as a knife between the ribs. A bloodhound who's caught a whiff of wounded prey. 

"No," is what he says instead, short, concise and brokering no room for argument.

"I think we should."

But then, Soap would argue with a brick wall on the off-chance he could win.

"Drop it, Sergeant."

Soap's face twists, canines flashing as he gives himself to irritation, eyes flashing gold.

"It was wearing my face while trying to coax ye into dicking it down, Ah'd say there's plenty to discuss."

"It was trying to get me close enough to wring my neck."

"Och, aye. Strange way t'go about it." The glower he levels Ghost with burns against the side of his face. "Sure there's nothing you wanna tell me? Might've helped dislodge that stick up yer arse if you'd let it–"

Ghost swerves abruptly, takes them off the main road to rest beneath a canopy of trees, on a path too overgrown to count as one, cutting Soap's questioning in half as the man yelps and slams a hand against the window to steady himself. The car slows to a stop and then one of Ghost's claw-tipped hands are on Johnny’s face, digging deep divots into the fat and muscle around his chin and jaw. He uses it to shake Soap's head from side-to-side. Not scruffing, but a show of displeasure nonetheless. One familiar to wolves. 

When Soap opens his mouth to protest, Ghost gives in to the urge to slot his thumb inside the warm cavern and draws a shallow line across it that quickly wells with blood.

"One more word," he snarls, "and I'll cut your tongue right out of your fucking mouth."

Soap stares at him, all wide-eyed and stricken, for a moment, just the one, before his lips stretch into a smirk around the digit in his mouth. He seals his lips over it, hollows his cheeks on a mean suckle, and then nips it with too-sharp teeth the moment Ghost pulls it out as if burnt, causing that lopsided smirk to broaden. 

"Shouldn't threaten me with a good time, sir."

"You're off your head." 

"I can smell arousal, y'know," Soap says, redirecting the conversation with all the gracefulness Ghost shows in his driving. "But not on you, can't ever smell anything on you. Drives me up the fuckin' wall." Soap shakes his head with a laugh, glances at Ghost from under his lashes. He's still smiling. "Sirens... now they don't need pheromones to get in yer head and root out yer darkest desires, an' they don't resort to shape-shifting into a specific guise unless there's a chance it'll work on their target."

"It didn't."

"I could tell by the bullet ye put through its heid. Dinnae even hesitate for a second."

Ghost's fingers flex at the reminder and Soap's eyes flit to them momentarily.

"You've a cold heart, Lt."

"Told you that already," Ghost rasps.

"Why me?"

And it sounds like begging, those two words, spoken in a beckoning call of their own, pleading for a truth Ghost is refusing to admit to anyone, least of all himself.

"You're attractive, Soap, that's all there is to it."

Soap deflates, sinking back into his seat with his face turning towards the window. Shoulders slumped, ears pinned back, as if he were a puppy expecting praise and finding a boot hurtling towards his side instead. It's jarring. Not wholly unexpected, but hell if it doesn't drive a blade straight through Ghost's aforementioned heart – something serrated and hooked sawing through his sternum to tear at raw nerves.

He should leave them there, within the rapidly growing chasm of distance he'd longed to create since Soap first bumped a fist against his shoulder.

"I knew it wasn't you."

It's the thinnest sliver of an olive branch, incapable of flowering with how slight and insignificant it is.

Soap takes it nonetheless.

"How's that?"

"Because your attempts at flirting are as bad as your jokes."

Johnny, incandescent with rage, comes back alive as if electrocuted and with slew of profanity to boot. He rants at Ghost for a solid half-hour, all ire and with no regard for propriety or rank, dressing him down as thoroughly as any drill sergeant back at basic. Anger is a good look on him. Joy is too. Emotions of any kind as long as they're far from the empty vessel Ghost had glimpsed before.

He lets out a breath he can't remember holding as Johnny’s voice steadily washes away the memory of blood in the sand and dimmed, unseeing eyes, blue as the summer's sky, staring unblinking ahead.

[salvatoraes]

[ SMS : CARRIE ] : damn, that's why i'm glad i have no friends with kids. [ SMS : CARRIE ] : what are you reading? [ SMS : CARRIE ] : i mean, not particularly but i also wouldn't mind it.

[ SMS : @salvatoraes ] staying with lacey for the weekend and her kid keeps waking up and crying [ SMS : stef ] can't sleep with the noise so i've been reading instead [ SMS : stef ] do you wanna talk about it?

[dragon-susceptible]

Which of the elves should be absolutely terrified of spiders. It's obviously not Rayla, I mean she reacts with fear to the giant magical spider in canon but she reacts with that fear to anything capable of murdering them like that.

I'm gonna make a poll but put your answers in the notes too, I wanna keep writing tonight and I'll have to make a decision to keep going.

Also be sure to put in a note if you think Corvus should be arachnophobic too lmao.

Edit to add: Rayla was not at all surprised by the existence of a giant magical spider stalking them. She had a whole saying prepared. What if Moonshadow Forest, with all the implications it's like Mirkwood, also has Mirkwood's spider problem? It's infested with giant people-eating spiders, from the size of a dog up to the size of a horse, or even Lujanne's illusion spider

Puts a different spin on their fears, yk.

[sunfloweraro]

Sky’s still got it

Sky plays a certain soothing tune on his harp to help Bunny get some rest. It works a little too well.

Tags: @thatonecrazysidekick and @tiredgaytheatrekid

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Sky began to pluck the strings for one last song, his eyes slipping shut as he thought of his beloved back home, often troubled by nightmares after her journey, similar to the ones that plagued him. He would sit by their bed after a bad dream of hers, once he had comforted her and wiped her tears away with his thumb, and he would play her this song. Zelda would never fall asleep in the first play-through, rarely the second, but by the third, soft snores would always escape her despite her insistence that she wouldn’t be able to sleep again that night.

As Sky played the final note, letting it linger on the air sweetly, he opened his eyes, slow and calm. All around him, the Zora had fallen asleep, either leaning against each other or curled up on the floor. Four had drifted off against the railing, his relaxed features making him look much younger than he normally did. Time leaned back against the wall of the Domain, arms crossed and chin lowered to his chest, fast asleep.

And next to Sky, Bunny had slumped, his breathing deep and even as Sky had hoped it would be.

“Still got it,” Sky murmured to himself, pride glowing within his chest at having knocked out both their normally serious Smithy and the Old Man, and at having helped Bunny get some rest after such an eventful day.

“That ye do.” Sky jumped, raising a hand to his chest when he realised it was only Twilight, leaning against the railing of the stairs, staring down at him with a fanged smile. “Sorry, we didn’ mean tah scare ye.”

It was then Sky realised Wild stood across from Twilight, his slate out as he attempted to capture an image of Time, conked out against the wall. He snapped a couple before Twilight grabbed him by the back of the shirt and dragged him away.

“That’s enough. We need tuh wake ‘em up”—Twilight jerked a thumb back at the sleeping Zora—“and get this lot in bed. We’ve a busy day ahead of us tomorrow and the last thing I wan’ is to listen to the Old Man bitch about ‘is sore back.”

Sky couldn’t help but snort, raising a hand to his mouth to stifle the sound. Wild had no qualms with bursting into laughter, quickly achieving their task of waking the Zora with their sensitive hearing. Grumbles were sent his way, and they received a half-apologetic wave before they dispersed.

“Ah’ve got this one,” Twilight said, already crouching by Time. Rather than shaking him by the shoulder to wake him, Twilight carefully picked up Time, carrying him effortlessly in his arms like Time was a toddler who had fallen asleep at a family gathering. Sky couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the thought, turning back to Bunny and Four.

“How strong are you feeling today, my dear Champion?”

“We both know these two will weigh about the same,” Wild shot back. “Your choice.”

Rolling his eyes, Sky pushed himself to his feet, dusting off the front of his pants, a force of habit from the many times he had been knocked down on his quest that he couldn’t quite shake. He passed his harp to Wild to be stored in his slate for the moment. “We both know while our Smithy is small, he’s all muscle. I’ll ask again, how strong are you feeling?”

“In that case, I’m taking Bunny.”

“Ye jus’ wanna cuddle ‘im.”

“Perhaps,” Wild said as he scooped Bunny up into his arms, cradling him close like Hyrule and Twilight always did. “Oh. Oh, I see why you two want to carry him all the time. He’s so soft.”

Twilight grinned a fanged grin. “That ‘e is. Be careful with ‘im, yeah?”

Where he might normally take the words as offensive, Wild merely nodded, as if the weight and warmth of a real, breathing creature on his shoulder gave something to Twilight’s words he never heard when he was handling an item. “I will,” he promised.

“In the case,” Sky said, not at all upset he missed out on carrying Bunny when it meant he got to ensure his close friend slept somewhere comfortable and warm. He gathered Four in his arms, grateful he had thought to consider Four’s strength rather than assuming their Smithy would weigh next to nothing with his height. “Shall we?” Sky asked, holding Four closer, smiling when Four leaned his head against Sky’s chest in his sleep, hands reaching out to grasp at the front of his shirt.

“Let’s.”

[ogcalesgf]

windbreaker | suonire, vampire au!

a silly little au with the idea that vampires can’t enter human’s homes unless they’re verbally invited.

but it’s human! nirei who often forgets that he has to always ALWAYS invite vampire! suo in his house to get him to come in.

it was the xx century, and nobody really is scared of non-humans anymore, so they now happily coexist with everyone without having to hide their races.

co-workers turned lovers suo and nirei has been dating for a while now, with their friends rooting for them after painstakingly witnessing the unbearable years of pining.

but there’s just one thing that nirei couldn’t get the hang of.

he always ALWAYS forgets to invite his boyfriend in his house.

other races, and not just vampires, have their own certain rules they abide by. being non-humans, the laws of nature decided that they have to have some sort of restrictions on them unlike people who only has the law and justice system to follow through.

now, to the matter at hand; nirei, not really being used at the thought of suo being a vampire, often forgets to invite him in his house. they’ve not been dating for long, while friends for almost five years— it’s only been six months since they started dating.

the thing is, in those six months, heck— in those six years, they’ve never really went to each other’s house until suo proposed that they live together at nirei’s convenience.

nirei, elated at the idea of seeing suo in his normal days and not just at work, agreed to live together. but, it was suo’s idea for them to live in nirei’s apartment, since the blonde would be a lot more comfortable in his own space.

for whatever reason, the rules that a vampire must be invited in someone else’s house for them to be able to enter is only invalid once they’ve both have ownership of the house. and since they’ve only started dating, nirei doesn’t have the heart to share the ownership with suo, since his grandmother has strictly given it to him as some sort of emergency home.

“aki-kun, i want you to keep this place as your home. the one where you rest in, when you’re tired of it all, or if you wanted space and a room to breathe after a very stressful phase in your life. don’t sell, nor share the ownership with just anyone.”

it was understandable for suo, so he didn’t ask for anything like that. if anything, the topic only came up when sakura asked him about it, then suo and nirei had a conversation about it.

“akihiko, i asked to live with you, because i wanted to. and i did say it was on your own convenience, so i don’t want you to feel that you need to be forced to do something, okay? we can just postpone the plan if you want to.” suo said with a rare genuine smile as he pats nirei’s head.

well, needless to say they still went along with it. so now, nirei has this problem of—

scenario 1:

“— and then, sakura-san jumped like a cat! kiryu-san was filming the whole thing and tsugeura-san was so confused—“ nirei stopped halfway in the living room as he turned to see a chuckling suo right outside the doorway.

“aH! come in, suo-san! i’m so sorry!!!”

scenario 2:

while nirei’s tiredly sitting in front of his dressing table, doing his night-time skin care routine, his phone pings.

his eyes widened at the message.

leo 🧛🏻💝

aki-kun, i hope you haven’t forgotten about me. though, i did say i was going to take a while parking the car.

he scrambled on his feet to back to the apartment’s entrance.

“please come in, hayato! waaah, i’m so so sorry!!” nirei whined, hugging him tightly.

“no harm done, my aki. let’s go?” suo laughed as he entered the apartment while holding nirei.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

a lot of similar cases has happened, and if anything, their friends have now anticipated the stories that suo tells them at lunch. of how nirei often forgets to tell suo to come in, and how it happened.

it baffles them how each week, there’s a new way that nirei forgets to let suo in on their shared apartment. and they started betting on it after a month, courtesy of kiryu, of course.

“are they really betting on how i would forget, instead of being good friends to remind me of letting you in?!” nirei groaned as he pouted, while suo laughs at him, ruffling his hair. then he grumpily turned to his boyfriend.

“and you always enable them, hayato-kun! why don’t you remind me before i go in, anyways!?” he said, frustrated.

suo just chuckles before brushing it off. “we should get our lunch before it’s time to clock in, aki.”

it frankly doesn’t bother suo. he’s of course, initially shocked. he first thought, maybe nirei was just testing him or something along those lines, but then, he realized that his lover has nothing but trust on him.

it was the first time that a creature, much less, a human, has trusted him to be able to follow them into their home. after all, one of the prideful traits showed by humanity after co-existing, was to remind the non-humans of their restrictions. and so, it was a first for suo to encounter a human who doesn’t “let him in”.

his aki is really something.

and it was quite cute, really. nirei was always so apologetic about it, in a way where suo always feels pampered with his aki’s affections. he always is pampered by nirei in his own way, but nothing beats the attention that nirei gives when he’s fussing over suo because of his worries. nirei can be quite shy on a daily basis after all, and in these moments, suo could see that he can be quite bold.

his friends also doesn’t take those moments badly, as they see how nirei loves and trusts them all. because similarly to suo, kiryu who is a fae, also gets forgotten by nirei every time they have to work together in his apartment.

or how sakura, an oni, is always invited to a sleepover way before the suo and nirei started dating (which may or may not have caused a snappy suo). or how nire trusts tsugeura, and sugishita with his life— one time that the company trip they had was a literal disaster and they were in charge of saving nirei.

and nirei himself, admitted it that he kind of just expects everyone, especially his dear friends, and lover, to just share his space with him.

and so, everyone in the office, really adores the tiny little human nirei who just trusts his non-human friends so much!

it actually started as a short prompt of nirei just forgetting vampire! suo by the door whenever he yaps on their way home, and everyone gets a good laugh about it. but now we have this 🥹

[that1notetaker]

@jundsthoughts I have a friend who I can absolutely rant the hell out of my stories and concept ideas and we basically gave the supposedly simple fic, a whole life with kids and a job. Now it has to pay taxes and shit. This means it might take longer to prepare for and write...but on the other hand, I decided I'll post the second chapter anyway, and If I need to rearrange things, I can just do that. Have this in the meantime plus a snippet :)) How does it sound to you so far?

[salvatoraes]

taggies 002

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me looking at suguru’s tattoos going this, too, is a subtle sign of masochism —

[bunnakit]

"I'm glad you're alright." Tharn said as if he hadn't just had a knife buried in his stomach.

Fear and dread pooled in Phaya's stomach, a subtle tremor rolling through his body at the gentle touch to his cheek. Only a few hours ago he'd struck Tharn, accidentally sure, but he'd still done it and now here he was cradling Tharn's tired, bleeding body to his own after being rescued by him once again. How many more times would the cycle repeat itself? Why couldn't Tharn understand he wanted to keep him safe too?

As Tharn's thumb stroked further over his cheek a swell of emotion in his chest threatened to break down the barriers of his ribs. His touch was impossibly gentle and Phaya could almost feel the concern in the soft glide of his fingertips.

Phaya lingered in the moment just slightly, grounding himself as he took in the gentle pressure of Tharn's hand against his hip, traced his eyes over the droplets of sweat clinging to Tharn's brow, tried to ignore the scent of iron in the air. The adrenaline still thrummed in his veins but he no longer felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin from it.

Instead of speaking he hugged Tharn closer, keeping the pressure off his side but gently grasping the back of his neck and pulling him to his shoulder. He just wanted to feel Tharn against him for a moment, feel the rise and fall of his chest against his own and know that he still drew breath. He closed his eyes tight once he was sure Tharn could no longer see him, swallowing down the choking lump in his throat. The idea of Tharn dying to protect him brought a physical pain to his body, a sharp sensation that ran from fingertip to fingertip and head to toe.

Phaya felt him return the embrace, his fingers curling into the back of his shirt, and he felt himself force down a soft sound that threatened to crawl forth. He knew they were dancing around things, knew Tharn was holding back for some reason, but relationship or no he loved Tharn. He'd suspected for some time, but this drove the final nail home like a jagged stake through his heart. He only hoped his embrace comforted Tharn half as much as the reverse did for him.

"Phaya! Tharn!"

Phaya glanced up, curling his fingers tight in Tharn's shirt before they each pulled back slightly, never severing the connection between them. He felt Tharn's fingers against his elbow, curled his own fingers around Tharn's shoulder, and found comfort that neither of them seemed inclined to separate anytime soon. He felt like his entire being was tethered to Tharn in the moment, like if he let go for just a second either Tharn or he would cease to exist. He wasn't sure which he was more afraid of.

His eyes finally focused enough to identify the new arrivals.

Yai.

Yai was safe, Yai loved Tharn, Yai would protect them. They were safe now; he should let go of Tharn, explain the situation, and help Yai and the others. Instead, he offered the smallest nod to assure Yai they were both alright before he pulled Tharn closer and buried his face against his neck. He took solace in the moment of relative peace, in the sound of Tharn's gentle breaths and the warmth of his body molded against his front.

Phaya couldn't let this happen again, couldn't let this feeling of holding his entire world between his palms slip from his grasp.

(disclaimer: none of this is from the novel, i haven't read the novel, i just like doing character studies of them and rotating them in my head like a skyrim loading screen)

[yellowmagicalgirl]

What if Victim was also studying Minecraft, and accidentally brought a version Gold back? And what if the Color Gang + TSC and TCO found Gold when trying to bust out of Rocket Corp, and Gold takes them back to their dad's house so everyone can lay low, only to find out that King adopted Purple?

What if Purple is scared that now that King has his bio kid back, he won't want Purple anymore?

And what if Gold thinks they've been replaced, but as upset as they are about this, they suspect that they've come back wrong?

(Meanwhile King can't quite remember a time he was happier because even though he's harboring a bunch of fugitive sticks he now has both his kids and he never thought he'd ever get to have this.)

[banana-pancake5]

Haven’t posted art in a tad bit so here’s some doodles from that comic I was working on (Sadly, I have yet to continue working on it ;-;)

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello Tumblr Peeps👋😃 While have thought about writing this for a while, even tough I wasn't 100% sure, if I was gonna make it happen, I decided to finally write about a Demon (in particular) from Demon Slayer (aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba)...

*This fanfic will mention cis (who are assigned female at birth (Afab) who identify as a woman) and trans women🍡 Ofcourse this fanfic will contain atleast 1 long paragraph...

🌕🏀Akaza's Offer🏀🌕(Akaza x Female Reader)

Genres: Undecided (Warning ⚠️: Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Blood and Gore, Mentions of Harassment, and language)

You have been going into the forest every night to pick some berries, even tough people in the village (especially your family) were quite upset that you keep berry picking at night time. One morning when you came back from berry picking, one of the villagers scolded you harshly as the villager yelled, "Don't you ever listen to us, (Female Reader Name)! Why do you even go out at night, just to pick any type of berries that you want to pick?! We keep telling you that there are demons that come out at night that kill people, especially woman and children! Keep that up you're going to end up wishing you never went berry picking at night after any demon gets done with you!". You then replied, "Whatever! I'm not scared of anything! I'm especially not afraid of any demons, that are here at night! Berry picking relaxes me! And the lady I checked I'm (any age that's 18 years old and over) And besides, even if I turn into a demon or a demon does kill me, who would miss me, besides you!".

The villager than shouted, "Aside from me, I'm sure your family would! You should be grateful your parents gave birth to you, young lady!", before the villager went back inside the house to do some chores. You then mumbled under your breath, "Since when did I ask my parents to give birth to me? Has anyone ever asked to be born in the history of humanity? All my family misses me for is for me to repress my true self and for me to not be anything that they don't want me to be!", before you decided to go berry picking, earlier than usual, just to find some peace and quiet from your entire village, in general.

You were so happy that you went berry picking earlier than you usually do. Infact you were wishing inside your head that you would be earlier with berry picking more often. Having some alone time is definitely your kind of way to have some harmony. And with berry picking being your most favorite activity, it adds to your happiness.

When night time came, the full moon was out, and you're still berry picking. You heard noises in the bushes, you looked at the bushes that there was movement in and you were just unphased, as you continued berry picking. Minutes later you went to look at the same bushes that sudden moves were made in, you noticed a demon coming out of the bushes with bright pink hair, with markings on his face (that makes his face look similar as a basketball), neck, chest, torso, stomach, and waist, with yellow eyes with blue sclera and pink eyelashes and unusual pupils, while wearing a what appears to be a short, sleeveless dark purple-pink haori that looks like it was cut off where his waist was with his chest exposed, and a pair of white baggy pants.

"I found a woman this time? Listen, lady! Don't you know that there are demons out there that kill people, mainly woman and children? You shouldn't be out there at night! And I'm a demon, myself!", the demon complained out of concern. You then commented, "First of all, I'm not afraid of the danger that could happen to me! And second, if you're a demon, yourself and demons eat mainly woman and children, howcome you're not attacking me and eating my blood and organs then?". The demon who got annoyed with your comment, then answered, "It's because it's not on my nature to kill woman! I don't eat woman that way! I don't care, if you're a cis woman nor a trans woman, I refuse to harm any woman, no matter what type of woman they are!", before he continued, "My name's Akaza, by the way! And why are you even in the forest at night, especially during full moon, knowing there could be a demon out there? You realize that another demon was out there would have killed you on the spot, in my presence or not, right?", as if he's giving you the warning to leave the forest, while you can and not to come back at night time again.

"So what, if a demon does plan on killing me? It's better than dealing with people in my village! Don't get me wrong, aside from that one villager (caring villager's name), it seems like you're someone who cares despite of you being a demon, it's just that everyone else I had ever knew act like they care or believe they care, when really, everyone else just wants fund every reason to scold me and make me close up with my true self, only acting like they care, even though I get the impression that they don't and I feel like I'm an outcast of my village honestly... As you can tell, I don't have many friends! And besides, berry picking is the only way I can get peace and quiet, plus I won't have to hear complaints non stop!", you responded. Akaza was surprised about your lack of concern with his warnings about demons being the reason to leave, as he acknowledged, "I see... You're a loner most part, I take it?". You replied, "Ofcourse I am... Besides it's better that I go berry picking, regardless if it's the dark or not, than to risk loosing my cool and getting in a fight with someone, because they got on my last nerve and provoke me... I don't need to risk beating the shit out of some jerk for messing with me, by being an asshole to me!", before laughing a few seconds, then you continued, "Anyways, my name's, (Female Reader Name)... It's a pleasure meeting you, Akaza!".

While Akaza was watching you continue to pick berries, he asked about if you had ever gotten into any fights before, which you admitted having a few incidents about beating someone to a bloody pulp for being jerks and bullies, so after the last fight you had, you nearly killed a man, because the man wouldn't stop harassing you and he tried to hit you first. You even told him that even.if the man started it you, still got in trouble for it to the point you got the worse scolding of your life (especially from your family) and the only one who was on your side was (caring villager's name), which was when you decided to make some time to pick berries, considering you love eating berries, it became the only way for you to have any privacy, and you pretty much rather keep out of trouble. After you told him about this part of your life, he felt bad for you and gets why you feel the way you do, he also became impressed with the way you talk about your fighting skills, which gives him an idea that will change your life forever.

"Hey, (Female Reader Name)! Since I'm starting to know why you feel that way about your village and it seems like most of the people in that village likes treating you like they think of you, as trash, considering you're a tough cookie, there's something I would like to offer you!", Akaza mentioned. You then replied, "What's the offer, then? I'm listening...". "You see, demons like myself can turn humans into demons... Yes, demons like me, kill humans like you... The thing is demons can also turn humans into demons, just as well... There's more to becoming demons then just killing another human... Infact demons can fight other demons, too... Especially while they're training... Obviously, you stay a demon for all eternity, so there's no way in hell, you would be able to turn back into a human and you would very likely have to avoid sunlight, as a demon... You'll be able to get stronger, gain abilities, especially your own demon art, choose anyone to kill, eat, or even turn into another demon... I will even introduce you to Muzan, if you accept my offer to let me turn you into a demon... I usually would have to kill those who refuse my offer, but in your case I will spare your life regardless, if you take my offer or not... Also as much as I would hate to have human friends, maybe we could become friends forever... Not just because you're a woman! It's also, because it seems like there's something we could bond over, if I'm being honest... So, would you like become a demon?", he offered.

You thought about it for a couple minutes before you answered, "Well, Akaza... While it would suck I wouldn't be able to go berry picking, as much when I no longer will be a human anymore, it sure does sound like, I'm going to get treated much better by demon, if I turned into a demon, than I had ever been treated my whole damn life... I'm done with this shitty village! I accept your offer, Akaza! Turn me into a demon, before I change my mind when the sun goes up! I really can't stand my village!". Akaza then, gladly, took you to the Infinity Castle, which, if Akaza was being honest, he was excited about what Muzan would say, but he's also a little secretary frightened for what might happen you, if Muzan doesn't approve. Once the both of you went inside the Infinity Castle, Akaza letted you know to let him do the talking with Muzan.

"Hey Muzan! This woman is quite a fighter just like me! She has beaten people to a bloody pulp and hates most of the people in her village! I will even let you see for yourself what she's capable of!", Akaza explained. "So, this must be the human that you were telling me about...", Muzan responded by looking at you, before he continued, "You must be the lady who nearly killed the man who wouldn't leave you be! I've been watching you more, than Akaza actually believes that I have... I want to see you rise above your true potential! You see, I was the one who sent Akaza to the forest, even though I never told him the reason... So I approve of you being a demon, so I will turn you into another Upper Moon now, (Female Reader Name)...", which surprised Akaza that Muzan watched how your life was and Muzan even confessed the real reason why he sent Akaza to the forest. "So that's what the number on his eyes are for... I will take any ranking, you give me... I'm just glad my life with this shitty village is over...", you responded.

After that night you turned into a demon, especially as Upper Moon (reader picks 4 or 5 or 6), your life has gotten better. Sure, the Demon Slayer corps, including the Hashiras, would try to hunt you down and on occasion a random civilian would be willing to try to decapitate you, however you felt like this is how you wanted to live your life, since you have been more respected, as a demon, than you ever were while you were a human. Even all the other demons who are in the Twelve Kizuki, would even admire your power and your strength, right with your Blood Demon Art, which is why no one fucks with you, while you use it. Although, Akaza does secretly find it hot, when you use your Blood Demon Art for some reason.

While you are okay with working with the other demons of the Twelve Kizuki, you prefer working with, Akaza (who's now your boyfriend), because you really admire on how he fights his opponents and you are grateful that aside from Muzan, Akaza has gotten you out of this toxic village you used to live in, during your life, as a human. Your life, as a demon (in general), is the happiest you had ever been, which both Muzan and (your now boyfriend) Akaza made it possible to get you out of the human life you had dreaded. You somehow, knew accepting Akaza 's offer to become a demon was going to be the best decision you had ever made.

🏀The🌕End🏀

I hope you have fun reading this fanfic about Akaza, Tumblr Peeps🌕🏀This is my first time writing a fanfic about any demon who's from Demon Slayer, aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba... In all honesty, I have this mindset where, if I was to ever write a demon from that particular anime, I would have written about him first, before any of the other demons and I was set on that, which is a big part of why I have written about him the first Demon Slayer (aka, Kimetsu No Yaiba) Demon I had ever written about... I also had felt motivated to finally write an idea out for an "Akaza x Female Reader" fanfic I just wasn't sure when when I first thought of this part of my mindset🤷‍♀️While I'm not big on what he did to Rengoku for anyone who's upset about me writing this fanfic about Akaza, I still prefer him over the other demons in that anime for my own reasons🤔So I like both Rengoku and Akaza... With putting "undecided" with this fanfic, it's my first time of doing that, because I don't know what to choose for a specific genre and I feel there were times I picked out (or may have picked out) incorrect genres for atleast a few fanfics or some fanfics that I have written, so I'm starting to have a fear with picking out the wrong genre and when it comes to the genre parts of any fanfic I write and pick out a genre I thought would fit, but turned out it it didn't fit well, "false advertisement" with the genres was never my intention and I have chosen any wrong genres by mistake trying to pick out a genre🤷‍♀️Yes, I make mistakes, including with picking out genres and I'm trying to avoid any more accidents with picking out incorrect genres... So, if any1 sees me put "Undecided" in the genres, it's because I rather not have people think I did intentionally "false advertise" with the genres, when it was a complete accident with choosing the incorrect genres... I also am trying to be creative with this fanfic about him and trying to get creative in a much better fashion, than with most of the fanfics that I have written about this year (2025), while having with with writing this particular fanfic, as well⭐