#Annnnd there goes the fire works

[hermeticbridgetroll]

I can tell the foot ball has started because my neighbor is already screaming his head off.

[icicledream-archive]

speaking of new weapon types in splatoon i REALLY want a splatana shaped like a scythe and if we ever get it i would one trick it

[hermesserpent-stuff]

another radio script for Billy

The Whizz radio intro tones-

Billy Batson then starts speaking through a slightly crackly radio as Fawcett is a city someone lost to time, given its connection to the Rock of Eternity.

Welcome to WHIZZ Radio: Where we give the latest news, truths, and views of Fawcett City. Brought to you by your host, me, Billy Batson.

Today we’ll begin with our community news! Atlas would like to thank the people of Fawcett for their influx of offerings. We will all find a little more endurance this week. Captain Marvel also expressed thanks for the offerings left at his shrine and will continue to try his best for our city. 

Tonight is the new moon; a good time for spells of renewal, fresh starts, and seeking a way out of the darkness. Keep an eye out for candle sales so you can perform your renewing rituals at a reasonable cost. Beck’s Storehouse is running a sale on all black candles and as always a percentage of their sales goes to the local soup kitchen. Be sure to make a pit stop there before midnight tonight. I know I will!

Onto traffic! Currently, there are still delays on Mainstreet, but the fissures to Hades have been sealed up. Major thanks to Persephone. There are no other traffic delays to report.

Heres the weather! There has been a lot of Milfoil flowers springing up from Cap’s lightning strikes lately. Watch the skies for oncoming war. There will be a thin fog tonight, watch out for strangers lurking in the mists. Only go home with those you are sure are your friends and family. Spirits might pretend to be the people that you know. 

Right into the Capes and Crooks news bulletin. Dr. Sivana is still missing and will likely stay so for a while. Arson Fiend is back on the streets. Double check your fire insurance and keep an eye out for the pryokentic man. He has a tendency to go for businesses not insured by Sheild & Stone Insurance despite being fired from said company after his first arrest. You’d think hed stop showing company loyalty after the checks stopped coming, but nope! That dead hoofer seems set on getting everyone to sign up for Shield & Stone. Wild. 

This radio program is brought to you by Eloise’s Herbs and Verbs. A shop for all your cooking and spell-casting needs. If there's anything you need from Sunday dinner to Wednesday night curses, Eloise has you covered. Don't get your materials from the chain stores, get it from a local. Grown with care and sure to work every time.

*Little jingle*

Welcome back to the program. Time for our daily sister city’s segment. 

Annnnd….  

*sarcasm fills Billy’s voice*

I, Billy, your host, has been told that I need to apologize officially to Black Adam and state clearly that, my, Billy Batson’s, opinions do not reflect the opinion of WHIZZ radio. 

Im sorry for calling Black Adam a kook and someone bearing a grudge unbecoming of a king and calling him a ancient man-child.

There. Happy?

*indidstict producer noise*

Perfect. Onwards and upwards. 

Kahndaq continues to thrive despite the work of the UN and lack of response from the Justice League. Queen Bee has attempted to launch an attack on their northern border. Black Adam was quick to remind the world that while an ex-champion out of the good graces of the Wizard, he is still a champion with his own patrons' support. 

He threw a tank fifty feet and none in Kahndaq died from the attempted raid. The Justice League has expressed some worry over this feat of strength, but this reporter would like to remind people that Superman has been tossing robots for years. To me, it seems like a bunch of floy floy. 

Fawcett still stands with Kahndaq and recognizes the country as sovereign while most of the world sees it as illegitimate. Hold in there.

Adam has not been seen in Fawcett for a week. Which is good. Means he's focusing on what he's supposed to instead of harassing Cap like a stalker. Good for him. Maybe he actually going to anger management. Good for him!!

Guest speaker- interview or!! Opinion peoce- billy raving about anyone. Anyone. Good or bad.

Now its time again for Billy's opinion of the day!  

So!  Id like to take a moment and chatter about our other midwest hero, Flash! He’s been around town a few times and Im sure everyone heard about his big charity race with Supes! 

He’s a lot like Cap in how he helps out around his home town and he’s a great listener.

Just listen to this recent Facebook post by Nancy; ‘Flash recently helped my son find his way home. Joseph got turned around on the opposite side of town, without any phone battery. He was so nervous about trying to find any help, as most of the stores on the street were closed. Flash saw Joseph trying not to cry and helped him on his way home. Was nice enough to tell him what to do if it ever happened again. Real sweetheart, he is officially our family's favorite hero.’ What a story.

He also comes to help when Mercury gets in a racing mood, which is always nice. It helps keep drivers and random runners from randomly getting whisked to the racing stadium. 

Please dont forget to donate to the Flash drive that Central City is hosting tomorrow to help feed their speedsters. All that running makes them real hungry!.

*Mercury intro* 

Ah hello Mercury!! Here, a few viewers sent in a few gifts for you as thanks for yesterdays warning.

*chimes* 

 New mail? Thank you, Mercury! 

*shuffling papers*

Ah! Keep an eye out for a Victorian-looking child with an orange cat and pointed black hair. Klarion is back in town and may wish to cut a chaotic deal with you. Hopefully, he’s listening in. hey, Klarion! I didnt forget about our dinner plans. Please meet me at the Waffle House at 5. Please please dont forget that we planned to hang out because you got distracted with making chaos. Thanks pal! 

With that, our show comes to an end.

Do good, and good will follow.

And keep an eye on the sky for lightning!

This has been Billy Batson, signing off!

[cray-cray-anime]

duo names and trio names for rottmnt

no srsly this haunting me. We got only officially disaster twins for leo and donnie and recently PB&J for mikey and donnie (and I think chaos duo). The couple I tagged before is

Fire buds for raph and mikey

And flashy classy compadre for leo and mikey

But i wanna hear

EVERYONE'S

And there isn't a post here on tumblr as far as ik

Tho there's twitter

Buuuuut ya guys know why that ain't an option

Edit: I'm a dumbass who forgot edits anywhooo

Ok i am thinking now perhaps to shorten mikey and leo duo name.

I was thinking flashy fiends ooor classy compadre

Tho the ee sound in flashy classy is fun and compadre has Spanish origins that would match leo! (Plus compadre is just a fun word)

Alsoooo heard of tidepod duo which I thought was reference to the "eating tidepods" which ...they might do (esp mikey).

Also one I kinda into is portal rivals ! Both do portals aaaand probably reference the competitiveness b/w them in that episode w the waiting for those mobs

Buuuut now I'm thinking competitive compadre (if its not obvious, I like alliteration)

Onto the others!

There's a couple I heard that is just adorable!

Raph and mikey as sunset duo! It even goes w the rise theme!

Even cuter, donnie and mikey as smarts and crafts!

Annnnd someone ik irl suggested leo and raph as fire and water! Cos leo is def more chill and go w the flow guy and raph is more firey anger and passion plus it goes w their colours!

Edit2: Even tho I heard of the brawns and brains for donnie and raph, which both like sorta works but also kinda cliche and may not be the best rep of their duo. Tho I honestly think there isn't much moments w those 2 specifically. Both are kinda serious at times. Maybe the no duo or no no duo XD cos they shut down each others bs

Edit 3:

Hmmm I don't think flashy fiends or classy compadre are getting traction BUT i still definitely think fiends and compadre are going to be good in a duo name (or trio)

SOOOOOO I was thinking there's been w other turtles like "brains and brawns" or "smarts and crafts" soooo what if for leo and mikey it's like "the heart and head" tho that may sound like donnie and mikey.

OOOOOOOR "laughs and smiles" cos they seem the most likely to mess around and be positive (tho ofc the others do too, but not to the same extent)

Edit 4: now trio names added. I say because there desperately needs to be one for donnie , leo and mikey.

All I can think of for leo, donnie and mikey is the little brothers trio or chaos and disaster.

Cassandra and april are for sure badass. And think they need a duo name cos I can see their dynamic so well. We've seen BOTH of them literally LAUGHING while they're in danger or fighting. Like the daredevil twins.

Tho I'm running low on tags. Like oops. Perhaps should do post 2 for this.

[gnomeyflamingo]

✮ Meeting Mr Banks ✮

It’s another morning in the Atherstone household. Alejandro has a free day again (like seriously he only works 3 days a week) which comes in handy for chores. Brielle is off to work and I’m hoping she gets her final promotion soon.

Acco: “F-Fire. Fired. Fanatic. Fraud. Fantasist.”

Alejandro: “Wow those are big words Acco! And you’re so good at pronouncing your F’s now. What a clever little man you are! And you completed your last cognitive milestone too!”

Acco: "Yay milestones!"

Acco: “Mummy! Mummy is home! I love Mummy!”

Brielle: “Come here sweetheart. How I missed you today, lemme give you a hug and a kiss.”

Atreo: “Stop being gross Mum.”

Brielle: “And the airplane goes WOOOOSH!”

Acco: “Sparkles! Pretty sparkles!”

Brielle: “That's just the rest of my energy leaving my still feeble body sweetie.”

Alejandro: “Ariella? You have important news you want to tell me in person? Okay I’ll be-”

Atreo: “Take me with you. Mum's spending quality time with Acco, it’s disgusting.”

Alejandro: “Can Atreo come too? Great, we’ll be there in a loading screen.”

One loading screen later...

Landon: “Hi, Alejandro is it? Glad you could come. Ariella hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

Alejandro: “Uhm okay... And you are?”

Landon: “I’m Landon Banks, nice to meet you in person at last! Don't worry, I've only had good texts and calls about you, your reputation is pristine."

Atreo: “Hey Asmara, you want to play or hang out or-?"

Asmara: “Huh? Oh hang on, let me turn on my hearing aids again. Mum and Landon have been offkey serenading each other all day, so I turned them off. What did you say?”

Atreo: “Want to play?”

Asmara: "Yeah sure!"

Ariella: “And then Landon appeared into our household and there was this instant spark. After the divorce, I thought I’d never find love again but the Watcher has blessed me.”

 Landon: “They’ve blessed me too."

Ariella: “Aw, you’re gorgeous.”

Alejandro: “I’m so happy for you!"

Asmara: “Melrose stop it, of course we have free will!”

Atreo: “Free will is an illusion my long lost twin sister. It’s just the Watcher-”

Asmara: “No! I wish I was still in that coma so I didn’t have to listen to you.”

Atreo: “I can just push you off the cliff... Again!"

Landon: “Are we going to tell him?”

Ariella: “Ahhh yes I’m so excited, let’s say it together!”

Landon and Ariella: “WE’RE ENGAGED!”

Alejandro: “AHH! Congrats!”

Landon: “And we would love you and your family to attend the wedding tomorrow.”

Alejandro: “Yes! We’ll be there!”

MEANWHILE... The next morning in El Selvadorara…

Camille: “I’ve come back for you Dominique. I’m sorry for abandoning you my love, but I’m here now to take you home and give you the proper funeral you deserve-”

*stares in confusion*

“What?! Where… Where did your urn go?!"

Arnessa: *laughing maniacally* “Annnnd that concludes my daily morning ritual of laughing at my enemy’s urn. Good riddance Dominique. Your widow is next.”

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❧ Back to the Legacy Archive

[shurisneakers]

shut in [epilogue]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: anxiety, ptsd, swearing

Word count: 4k

A/N: annnnd we’re done :)) thank you to my resident bully @midnightsunfae for really getting this fic off the ground and helping with the planning. ily upo and thank you to everyone who’s read this series over the 5 months it’s been going on. it’s meant the absolute world to me :’)

Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

Your fingers tapped rhythmically against the table, an indicator of the nervousness that was building to a crescendo in your chest.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asked, hand placed gently on your forearm.

You nodded, eyes downcast. If you looked at him, you wouldn’t be able to find it in yourself to follow through with it.

“I am,” you said quietly, swallowing to get rid of the lump in your throat.

“Okay,” he confirmed, letting his arm drop gently.

Ten minutes to go. You took a sip of water nervously. The glass had already found itself shifting back and forth on the table in search of the perfect place. It was a fruitless quest anyway.

The door was painted a dark green, steps leading up to it from the pavement.

“Are you sure he won’t mind?” you asked quietly, standing a stair below him in apprehension. Neither of you had contacted him or sent a message, just showed up at his place exhausted and covered in a thin layer of dirt.

“I know he won’t.” Sam raised his fist to knock thrice, a pause before knocking two more times.

A code.

He turned around slightly, checking to see if you were fine. The longer you stood out there, the more afraid you were of someone spotting the both of you, putting an end to your life before it even began. You had a feeling that paranoia would continue for a long time.

The door swung open, revealing a tall man with blonde hair leaning against the doorway with one arm. There was a nick above his eyebrow, an old scar that hadn’t faded over time. Even though his other hand was concealed behind the door, you could tell that he was holding something by the way his muscles were clenched. Years of training wouldn’t disappear overnight.

"Sam." Surprise overtook his face in a second. "You're alive."

"Don't sound so happy, I can't handle it." Sam rolled his eyes, an affectionate smile on his face. "This is Y/N, we need a place to stay."

“It’s just been a while since I heard from you, man. Coming from a hit?” Riley didn’t think twice about moving aside, scrutinising dried blood on your person as you walk past. “Nice to meet you, I’m Riley.”

It was a cane in his hand. Sam’s mention of his limp flashed in your mind.

You gave him a small wave and a quiet re-introduction of yourself, following Sam into the house.

“You could say that.” Sam paused, a hand on Riley’s shoulder as he says something out of your ear shot to him.

Riley’s face turned stoic immediately, a nod of his head and a deep exhale soon following. “Stay as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” You pressed your lips together in a straight line with a corner quirked upwards, a half smile of sorts.

���Bathroom’s down the hall, to the right.” He pointed out the direction. “I’m getting you some food. Gumbo still your thing, Wilson?”

“Anything other than peanut butter.”

Riley was a blessing you could have never prepared for; knowing exactly what you both would need and anticipating emotions you had no idea you’d be feeling. For someone who had guests show up completely uninvited to crash on his couch, he was ready as ever, given that he had been through the same thing a while ago.

It was difficult. Fuck that, it was one of the hardest things to go; not pretending like everything around you would fall into soon and that you would be fine because you had to. You had worked too damn hard for you not to be.

But you knew things weren’t going to be fine right off the bat and it would be foolish to think it was.

“Sam, look at me,” you commanded gently, but there was an edge of firmness to your tone. You were sitting on the bench near the entrance of the park.

“I’m sorry, things were going good and I thought-” He shook his face that was hiding in his palm, elbows resting on his knees.

His attacks didn’t come nearly as frequently as yours. It was easy to think that he had no trauma just because he learnt how to deal with it better.

“Look at me, Sammy.” It was just a walk in the park, a stroll that should have lasted twenty minutes tops. You had been on that trail before for the same purpose but something triggered him today, someone’s gaze who lingered too long on the both of you.

He clenched his fists, lifting his head to meet your gaze.

“Breathe with me.” You exaggerated the movements to have him follow, a system the both of you had come up with when anxiety attacks used to hit at random. A temporary solution to an aftermath that would go on for hours, days even.

It took him a few staggered breaths to get there, finally falling into routine with you. He could feel his heartbeat slow to what it was but the pit in his stomach wouldn’t subside for a while.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” you reassured, still making sure he was breathing with you. You were nervous too and your eyes were still darting about to survey your surroundings, but he needed you at that moment. “We’re safe. We’re okay.”

“No one’s here,” he mumbles, interlacing your fingers and bringing it to his forehead to lean against your hand.

“We’re okay,” you repeated, giving him the space he needed. “We’re okay.”

“Will someone be joining you?” The waiter prodded softly. If it wasn’t your incessant tapping at the table, the clammy palms and constant checking of your watch was a clear giveaway that you could use a bit of kindness that day.

“Yeah, any minute now.” You smiled at her. She simply nodded, refilling your glass of water before leaving you alone.

You looked at your watch and sighed.

Seven minutes.

Things were fine. Things were good.

Sam and you were… undefined. Labels almost seemed too constrictive for now and it wasn’t like the both of you didn’t know what the other felt. It was kind. It was soft. Sometimes you kissed his cheek when the sunlight bounced off his face while he watered the succulents and the smile he gave you was addictive. Other times he snaked an arm around your waist and leaned his head on your shoulder while you watched the street from the kitchen window.

It made you happy, and so you tried to force away the stem of doubt that creeped into your heart.

Riley had introduced the concept of movie nights and the occasional mob movie would make it in there just to poke fun at. He showed you around the city, inviting you to go grocery shopping with him at the farmers market, the best places to get a glimpse of the music scene or to subtly point out potential date night spots.

He was a genuinely nice guy, and if you thought Sam was fun to hang out with, you were not prepared for the both of them together. You could tell why Sam adored him.

“Y/N, I don’t know how you stayed with him for all that time and didn’t murder him in his sleep.” Riley glared at Sam who had once again left his collection of music CDs strewn around on a couch. It was all in jest; it was well known that Sam found an anchor in music that kept him up late at night for a sense of calm.

“It was a close call sometimes,” you added playfully, giving Sam a grin.

“You weren’t exactly easy to survive with either.” He scoffed. “How many times did we watch Megamind in a row? Eight?”

“You wouldn’t stop watching Die Hard,” you accused, arms crossed over your chest. “It was payback.”

“You made the rule saying we couldn’t watch things more than twice in a row and you broke it first.”

“I’m gonna go,” Riley interjected. “But y’all keep at this. I heard it’s good for your soul.”

“Stay there,” Sam demanded, pointing to where he was standing a second ago. “You’re gonna be play judge since you started this shit.”

“I really don’t want to.” He shook his head, staying put nonetheless, amusement clear as day on his face.

“The laundry.”

“The dishes.”

You both narrowed your eyes at each other. His argument didn’t hold a match to yours.

“You know what, I was wrong,” Riley announced to no one in particular. “I’m pretty sure you guys would kill each other under any other circumstance.”

The smile on your face faltered but you straightened it back out with a clearing of your throat before firing a comeback.

It was barely a second, almost unnoticeable. But Sam caught it.

Four minutes.

Almost time.

The tapping became more intense, and the rate at which you pulled out your phone to check the time increased.

Fuck, this was a bad idea. How were you supposed to behave with him after all this time?

Something was wrong. Something was off.

Sam wasn’t blind to it. He could see it under the smile you eased into at game night, the complaining when too much food was ordered for three people to eat, the good natured teasing when he rolled over to your side of the bed at night to steal your blanket.

Something was eating at you, gnawing at you from the inside.

His suspicion was confirmed when you whispered at 2am one night to what you thought was an asleep partner that you wanted to move out. Find a place of your own.

His stomach dropped instantly but he didn’t so much as move a muscle.

“I need to get out. I need to have a life,” you sniffed, doing your best not to wake him up as you traced circles into his skin lightly. “I don’t know what it’s like to be independent. I won’t know unless I figure it out myself.”

The air had a chill to it and it was one of the times you had asked him to sleep in the guest bedroom with you instead of on his own, knowing that it was one of those nights where you could use a little extra warmth.

“Even when we were in there I couldn’t stop thinking about whether this thing between us was just because we were forced to stay together. You said it wasn’t, and I know that but I can’t help but think-” Your voice cracked. “Would you come back to me if things were different?”

He didn’t answer, even though he knew what he wanted to say with all the certainty in the world. Your fingers continued to draw on his skin. He continued to let you.

Sam didn’t even bring up the conversation that morning, or that week. Instead, he held you a bit closer whenever he could and gave you the space to hopefully open up to him on your own time, letting you know that he’d be there to listen.

It took a while. You both were in the middle of watching a movie that wasn’t Die Hard when you told him that you needed to talk to him about something. The hesitancy in your voice and the fixation your fingers had with the hem of your sweater was painful to witness.

He understood, of course. He always did. That you needed to experience what it was like to live, not survive. That decades of living with other kids, living under an abuser, living in a safehouse for months, was restrictive and suffocating and you needed to find what made you happy.

And so did he. It was something both of you had to do eventually, exit the bubble you had been staying in under such ardent protection for those two months.

Riley was wonderfully supportive of it, vowing to find you the best apartment that New Orleans had to offer. You didn’t doubt it.

His place had been colourful and bright and everything you could have asked for after the monotone walls you were used to. But it wasn’t yours.

A few weeks later you had moved out. Sam left a lingering kiss on your forehead, a sign to say that he’d be here whenever, whatever.

You made a Shakira joke. He laughed.

A completely fresh new start. If you failed now, it was all on you.

And what a terrifying thought that was.

It had been four months since you had left Riley’s apartment behind.

Four months since you had seen either of them.

The cafe was starting to feel too small for this event. Too intimate, too-

When the bell above the cafe chimes, something at the back of your mind instantly wakes up, sending you on high alert.

“Y/N?” he called out from behind you.

You knew he’d be early.

“Sam.” You breathed out, standing up to face him.

Video calls didn’t do him any justice. He had a particular glow to him, an aura of confidence that wasn’t there the last time you saw him. His beard was neatly trimmed and the smile that tugged at his lips the minute you caught his eye was beautiful.

You didn’t realise how different he looked until the time apart. Months of makeshift workouts and peanut butter as your only source of protein had done a number on him. You remembered him being leaner, and what you now realised was the constant burden of fatigue on his face.

“You look good.” An understatement escaped you, but he did.

He had a deep blue shirt on that hugged him in all the right places. Months of seeing him only black and grey had you damn near drooling when he wore other colours after you got out.

Not that you were staring, but his biceps had definitely made a wonderful return.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Sam sent you a smile that instantly put you at ease. “Independence looks good on you, sweetheart.”

You gave a small laugh, gesturing for him to take a seat. Should you have hugged him? Shook his hand? Kissed hi-

“It’s been a while,” he politely interrupted your overthinking. “How are things going?”

You let out a small breath. It was a big question, one that you had answered over text and call a few times but it was different now. He was in front of you now and you couldn’t bullshit the way you used to on call occasionally.

“Weird,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to do with myself now that I have all this time.”

“It takes some gettin’ used to.” He nodded in agreement, leaning back in his chair.

A lot of your time went into trying new hobbies. Knitting, pottery, drawing- anything that you could get your hands on. Things didn’t always catch on, some discarded just after the first week. Others stuck, bringing you bits of triumph every time you moved forward with your newfound skill.

“You still seein’ your therapist?” He flashed a smile at the waitress who filled his glass of water.

Ah, yes. Dr. Bishop had been one of the first people you sought out.

“Yeah.” You took a sip of water. “See her weekly.”

You still had money left over from all the hit jobs that you had done. As much as you wanted to leave every inkling of that life behind, you needed the cash to live. You had enough for the time being, but you knew that eventually you had to start working; if not for the money then for the peace of mind.

“How’s that goin’?”

“She thinks I talk in elaborate metaphors. The gang’s what I call my toxic family, he was my abusive father, stuff like that.”

There were moments where you thought you saw someone you knew standing at a corner, vendors giving you icy looks from across the street, footsteps outside your door that seemed too damn loud. But nothing ever came of it.

“Thanks for the tip, by the way.” You extended a smile to him in appreciation for the idea.

“Worked with my therapist, figured it would be the same with yours.” He shrugged casually. It wasn’t like you wanted to lie to her, and you weren’t. But some things were better left in the dark.

“But I think it’s helping.” You exhaled deeply, eyes downcast. “The nightmares are reducing.”

“That’s a lot of progress.” The corner of his mouth quirked upward in pride.

Several feelings erupted from that look, some that you’d spend the whole day revelling in if you didn’t force yourself to move on.

“How about you?” you diverted the subject back to him. “How’s Riley?”

“He says he misses ya.” Sam laughed. “Says he can’t handle me alone, that he needs you back to save him.”

“What have you been doing to that poor man?” you teased, easing back into your seat. “He was fine when I left him.”

“He’s got a fancy new job now and it’s been going to his head. Needed a little humbling.”

“You’re not going too hard on him, are you?” Even though you knew he wasn’t, it was fun to make sure.

“Nah, I’d say it’s just about the right amount.” Sam grinned and you felt the familiar flutter return to your stomach. “I’ve been doing good. Working on getting my license.”

“Oh yeah, how’s that going?” You were thrilled when he said he was going to look into becoming a youth counselor, knowing that it was something he had been genuinely wanting to do for ages.

“With my background, or lack of it, it’s a little trickier than I thought it would be,” he divulges a bit more seriously. “Riley’s been pulling a few strings and I got a few contacts but it’s gonna take some more time.”

You bit your lip, worry rising for him. He deserved it, he earned it. It fucking sucked that it wasn’t going to be an easy, direct path.

“We’ll figure it out,” you said quietly, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his in reassurance.

The contact brings with it a small spark. You wondered if he still felt it.

“Yeah. We will.” He sent you a soft smile at your action, not making any effort to move it. “You been on any dates lately?”

You let out a snort at that. “Loads. Have fellas lining up at every corner for me.”

“I bet.” He’s more bold, a bit more open than he was in the first month when you both got out. “How many of them do I have to fight off?”

“I’d say six as a rough estimate.” Your expression mimicked one of consideration. “I hope you’ve been getting your hours in at the gym.”

“I’ll kick it up a notch,” he promised, hands raised in surrender.

“You better. We’re supposed to go for laser-tag.” A dumb callback to a joke he made on one of your last days there.

“Or paintball.” He remembered. It made you unnecessarily giddy. “I added an escape room to the list too.”

“Hilarious,” you fired at him, rolling your eyes slightly but the happiness on your face proved otherwise.

His laughter died down eventually, paving the way for the comfortable silence that lingered between you both. Your eyes fell down to where your hand still held his, biting your lip to conceal a smile.

“Y/N,” he called out, pulling your gaze back to his. “Jokes aside… how are you?”

You let out a breath at his question. You knew it was coming.

“Riley found me an apartment,” you murmured.

Sam looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”

“It’s a nice place. Lots of sunlight. Quiet too.” You toyed with your fingers. “But it’s about an hour away. More if you consider traffic.”

Sam set his phone down gently on the bedside table, indicating that you had his full attention.

“I don’t want you to think I’m abandoning you, because I’m not. I wouldn’t, I just-”

“Hey,” he interrupted calmly, twisting his body to face you. “I don’t think you’re abandoning me. If this is what you need, then you should do it.”

“I don’t know if this is what I need. I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never been-” the frustration in your voice only increased as you went on. “-I don’t even know if this is going to work. What if I hate it?”

“Finding out what you hate is just as important as what you like, I think.” He watched you toy with the fidget square he had gotten you. “And you know that if you don’t feel like it, then you can come back here at any moment.”

“I know.” It was a comforting thought. A safety net.

“But would this make you happy?” That caught you by surprise.

It wasn’t something you had thought of. You thought of the negative consequences, the devastating effects it could have on you, how it could be the worst possible decision you’d ever make.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, a new anxiety setting in. “I guess we’ll see.”

You liked the neighbours who played the piano way too loud at 2am, the really terrible coffee at the therapist’s office and the feeling the paper plane on your dresser gave you when you occasionally looked at it.

You didn’t like how hot the apartment could get, especially during the afternoon, or the guy who sold magazines down the street who cursed at everyone for no reason, or the gentrified Indian food they served at the mall.

But Sam was right. Figuring out what you didn’t like was just as beautiful a journey as figuring out what you did.

“I’m happy.” You breathed out. “Or I'm working towards being happy. But it’s there.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. Simply slipped his palm under yours to lift your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m proud of you.”

If anyone could feel the heat that rose to your face they would probably think you had a fever.

The fear that you had, the one of what things would be like if you weren’t forced to survive in a confined space together, had begun to fade the minute he called out your name that day.

It was Sam. Your Sam.

You shake yourself out of your train of thought with a small smile, making a move to gather up your belongings without letting go of his hand for a second.

“Well, c’mon then. Those paintballs aren’t going to shoot themselves.”

“Are you saying this is a date?” There was a smirk on his face that wasn’t there a minute ago.

“Would you still consider it one once I annihilate you?” You tilted your head in a challenge.

“That would never happen, first of all.” He scoffed. “Second… I was thinking that maybe we could do something normal for a change.”

That had you more interested than the prospect of adventure sports. You had enough of it for a lifetime, frankly speaking.

“Lead the way, Cinnamon.” He only rolled his eyes at the nickname, sending you a vaguely threatening look. You just laughed.

“This place got good coffee?” He looked around at the establishment and its patrons.

“One of the best.”

“Then I don’t see why we have to go anywhere else,” he offered and you nodded, relaxing back into your place with the same sense of warmth in your heart that only intensified with his proposal.

He raised his hand up to flag the server, the same girl who had been helping you out since you got there, asking for two menus.

The smile he sent her was infectious. It was good.

“Sam,” you began quietly. “I missed you.”

His eyes softened, the sunlight reflecting in it making it shine like dravite. “I missed you, too.”

“Ready to order?” The waitress stands beside you with a notepad.

He looked at you and you nodded with a smile.

Things were different. You were different.

And he still came back to you.

--fin--

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[justlookatthosesausages]

Inktober 2022 day 31 🦌 "Farm"

Annnnd it's the last drabble of this Inktober adventure! Thank you so much to everyone who supported me. We'll end this crazy challenge (some of the words were impossibleeee lmao) with some sweet Kristanna. Buh-bye!

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Anna settled in his lap, and Kristoff was so much taller than her with longer legs that she felt comfortable already, like in a cocoon. She loved sitting here, she could feel his soft and strong arms around her, his chest in her back, and sometimes she would nestle her head right below his chin, and be lulled by his breathing. 

Everything about Kristoff’s natural warmth and care was reassuring her. It placed her in such a state of rest that she gained confidence in her skills.

“Okay, you’re ready?” Asked the blond’s voice above her, and it resounded in his chest. 

Anna responded by a hum, and wondered if she were about to fall into sleep right then in his arms. The night had fallen, and they were both sitting in the straw, Sven sleeping a few meters away. Actually, it felt like the whole farm had stopped living to listen or observe the couple. The only light on them was the dancing and warm orange flame of the lantern on the floor, and the subdued source was soothing.

Kristoff took he lute and brought his arms above Anna, and placed her hands on the right places. The redhead loved how gentle he was in his moves. He cut and lifted ice blocks the size and weight of her body all day, and yet he was so caring at evenings when they spent time together. 

“So… Your left hand goes there, and your right hand- Yeah, you got it.”

Anna was so excited about starting that she had took the same posture than Kristoff when he played lute to her. 

“Your hands are smaller than mine, so I’d suggest that you shift your wrist a little bit more to the right… Like that.”

He was so delicate in his moves that Anna almost forgot she had to actually hold the lute to play. She focused again, and firmly took it in her hands.

“Let’s start with a simple chord.”

“Which one?” Asked Anna, pinching a cord and another and wondering what he meant.

“No, not cord. Chord.”

The redhead turned an overly confused face to him, and he found it so cute it was hard to not melt right away or mock her. 

“There are four strings, and you can make multiple notes with them. If you play some at the same time, it makes a chord. I’m gonna show you.”

Kristoff put his fingers in parallel with each of Anna’s fingers, and showed her what to do. He noticed that she was very focused, and it was adorable.

His fingers slid across the lute frets, leading the princess’ fingers in the process. “Like that. See?”

“Okay. Lemme try.” Smiled Anna.

She did the same thing that he did, but it turned out catastrophic.

“You’re putting two much strength on your hands. Be softer.”

Anna nodded below him, and started over. It was a bit better, but regrettably still bad.

“Yeah, you need a bit more practice”, winced Kristoff with a chuckle.

“Why is it not working? I made the same movements than you!” Pouted the princess.

The mountaineer smiled and kissed the hair on the top of her head to calm her down. “You’re still learning, it’s normal. It takes time.”

Anna agreed, but groaned a bit. “I don’t have time. I want to know how to play now.” She muttered.

“Why the rush, though? I thought you wanted to wait for us to have our hike next week to learn the lute. You said a camp fire would make it perfect.”

Anna lifted her eyes from her fingers she was looking at and turned to him with a smile.

“I still think it will. But I just learned that Elsa knows how to play the piano. I want to make a duet with her. I mean, I’d love to.”

Kristoff held her closer and returned her smile. “You’ll sound wonderful together.” 

Anna’s eyes filled with relief and love. “You think so?”

“You’re a fast learner, I know that.” Assured Kristoff with a soft gaze. “Come on, let’s try it again.”

[softpadawan]

Liveblogging Jedi Fallen Order pt. 2

In the time between this post and the last, I have learned that the Mantis is basically a luxury yacht. And you've got this filthy probably-smelly scrapper Jedi on board with no idea how hard it is to get oil stains out of potolli weave fabric. It's Pretty Woman set in the GFFA

Greez in the galley, making food, having a crisis LOLOLOL

Ah, we meet Merrin! I wasn't expecting such a thick accent (why did I think she would sound like Buffy Summers? And why is it that the Nightsisters have accents but the Nightbrothers don't?) 🤔

I'm actually surprised there's anyone left on Dathomir, but everyone forgets the Nightbrothers I guess.

Damn that looks like Maul's lair. Wait, is that a GRILL? Was Maul a BBQ fiend? Is that why he looks like a bottle of extra spicy Tex-Mex rib sauce? 🍖

NO NO CAL, DON'T TALK TO STRANGE OLD GUYS IN HOODS IN SPOOKY DARK PLACES. THE SAME THING WILL HAPPEN TO A KID NAMED EZRA IN ABOUT 11 YEARS AND THAT DIDN'T TURN OUT WELL EITHER

Greez calling Cal "weirdo" again hehehe

Cal used Push... IT WAS SUPER EFFECTIVE!

I like how Cal periodically runs his hand through his hair in idle moments. Yeah, dude, we know your hair is perfect 🙄

STUMBLING UPON SOME HIDEOUS GIANT RAT-THINGS EATING A DEAD STORMTROOPER, JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE GFFA LOL

Gather round, kids, time for another one of Greez's cockpit talks *sits crosslegged on the floor*

I hope Cal knows to keep his ankles together and clench his sphincter when diving feet-first into water

Perfect hair, even when wet (of course)

I don't know what the actual gameplay is like, but in this video, Cal has a new poncho every time he visits a new location. Are there tourist shops on Dathomir and Kashyyyk where they sell ponchos? Is Cal picking up a new one every time he goes somewhere? Is this a souvenir side quest?

HANG ON TO THOSE VINES, TARZAN

Cal performs the Zeb Orrelios Double-head Knock Maneuver™ on the Walker pilots LOLOL Maybe it's a Lasat move and Cal learned it from his Master. Bonus: "I can't believe that actually worked."

CAL CACKLING AS HE AND BD-1 TAKE CONTROL OF THE WALKER LOLOL I FEEL YOU MAN, I'D BE LAUGHING TOO

The fact that Cal didn't scream and shit himself when Saw Gerrera suddenly appears on his windshield is proof that this is pure fiction.

Cal: What are you guys doing? Saw: Pissing off the Empire. Wanna help? Cal, with approx. 47 current missions, shrugging: Sure why not

OH GOD THESE WALKERS DON'T HAVE AIRBAGS OR SEATBELTS OR ANYTHING AND WE'RE GOING DOWN, HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTT, BD

Annnnd this is how Cal gets roped into the rebellion!

Cal freeing Wookiee prisoners just like Ezra does 10 years later 🥲

YIKES that Purge Trooper sounds just a little bit too horny to see a Jedi 😳

Holyshit that special attack move is incredibly sexy, I love it when one dude just rolls across the back of another dude. Just bros being dudes fighting to the death

Oh fuck OH FUCK CAL WATCH OUT THERE'S A SECURITY DROID RIGHT BEHIND— *Cal gets lifted up and tossed like a candy wrapper* I swear it sounds like he grunts "OW DAMMIT" when he lands* Where are your Jedi instincts man? Lol

Cal awkwardly accepting thanks from the free Wookiees is so cute

I love it when he smiles. I am so in love with this guy it's embarrassing.

HOLY SHIT CAL DON'T GET SET ON FIRE, IF YOU LOSE YOU HAIR I WILL FORCE CHOKE THE EMPIRE MYSELF—

Boy, with all this ruckus Cal's causing on Kashyyyk, it's only a matter of time before Biggus Dickus hears of this.

Saw's speech is putting tears in my eyes, god stop it man

Is... is anybody going to put those fires out??

"I'm a very positive guy. I'm positive that if I die, I'll be very upset." I LOVE YOU GREEZ

Second Sister, in a haughty drawl: Cal Kest— Cal, if he were me: AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Stop scr AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! Stop screaming I just— AUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!

I actually like Trilla more than I thought I would

Oh hohoho she's getting Cal pissed off, I like that. "What would Jaro Tapal say if he could see his Padawan now?" ...maybe I've been reading too much smutfic, but that sounds like a line straight out of a smutfic. Now I'm imagining Cal bound spread-eagle and [redacted] [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

Cal, fiercely: I won't let anyone touch them [young Force sensitive children] DAD CAL WILL PROTECT EVERY KID IN THE GALAXY TRILLA DON'T TEST HIM

Cal sure does squeeze through a lot of tight spots. It's cute when BD hops off his back and onto his shoulder or arm

Are... are all Purge Troopers this horny about killing? Is it a requirement? "Must be this psychotic and horny to qualify"?

OH SHIT NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN CAL IF YOU LOSE YOUR FKKN SABER AGAIN I WILL COME THROUGH THIS SCREEN AND yessss remember Jaro's teachings! Good boy (I feel like I'm raising this kid lol)

Squeezing through passages yet again. This boy has more in common with Ezra than he'll ever know LMAO Kanan now has TWO duct-spelunking gremlins to deal with. Everyone say a prayer for Kanan Jarrus

"I don't care if they're a Jedi, a Wookiee or a Bogling, I'm going to destroy them!" Props to the stormtrooper for using a non-binary pronoun for Cal until he learns his preferred one LOL "We may be evil fascists, but we won't stand for misgendering our enemies!"

Cordova, I'm getting just a liiiiiittle bit sick and tired of your obsession with ancient artifacts. Your name henceforth will be Jedindiana Jones.

Ba-GONK? Really? A droid named Ba-Gonk? HAHAHAHA

OH SHIT HE'S LIGHTING MY BOY UP LIKE A CHRISTMAS TREE WHAT NONONO

OH GOD WHERE'S BD IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HIM I'M GONNA AAAAA CAL CALLING FOR HIS LITTLE BUDDY I'M SCARED AND FURIOUS

Cal muttering "these jerks" as he takes the restraining bolt off BD 😭

IS THAT THE HU Cal: Hey, I recognize this band. I RECOGNIZED THEM FIRST

Sorc Tormo, no relation to the Grandmaster of Sakaar I'm sure LOL Ooh what is this, a gladiator scene? Are we gonna see Cal in a loincloth? (wishful thinking)

OH HELL IT'S ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE MUTANT CROCOFROGS FROM THE FLORIDA EVERGLADES, AND THIS ONE IS ON MIAMI BATH SALTS

This scene would have been 9000% better if Cal were in a loincloth and knee-high gladiator sandals, just saying

Annnd the Mantis arrives in time to save Cal! Hoo boy Cere, you got some splainin to do

Greez, having another crisis: This is fine. Everything's gonna be fine

Aww Greez waking Cal up again for a chat 🥺 Cal don't be mean, Greez just wants to know what's going on :( CAL SAY SOMETHING, GREEZ IS POURING HIS HEART OUT TO YOU "You two are the best thing that ever happened in my life" GAWD I'M WEEPING PAPA GREEZ

Sometimes a family is a crusty old pilot with a gambling addiction, a traumatized former Jedi, and a masterless Padawan with more scars than happy memories

"That's a game term." "I know what it is." 😂

"I'm busy. I gotta figure out what to cook next." Getting some STRONG Italian grandma vibes from Greez

Hoo boy ANOTHER horny Purge Trooper (wtf is he wielding? It looks heavy and cumbersome) Purge Trooper, orgasmically: YeeEEeess! FIGHT MEEE! Cal: Not until you buy me dinner

"Electrohammer Purge Trooper". Sounds like a mixed drink or a funky novelty dance from the late 90s.

Ninth Sister is going to make strawberry-ginger jelly outta Cal and spread him on her morning toast 😳

Cal's boots are gonna be so caked and crusty after sliding through 10km of Kashyykian mud, Greez is gonna have to hose him down before he lets him in the ship LOL

GIANT VENUS FLY TRAPS oh boy Cal narrowly escaping getting vored again

Hollllyyyy SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT GIANT BIRD IT'S THE SIZE OF A SHIP Cal: What is that thing? Is is a bird? Yes. Is it a plane? Also yes.

I love Cal's little baby Padawan voice (Why couldn't they have made FPJ's Kanan/Caleb sound like that? Instead we got a Padawan who has a 3 kids, a mortgage, and a receding hairline.)

Hurt Shyyyo bird uh oh! We need Dr Bridger here STAT!

Awww Cal has a way with animals, too. I'd love to see him and Ezra bonding over their connection to animals.

Kanan seeing his partner and his Padawan bring home yet another injured animal: YOU ARE RELEASING THIS ONE GO BACK INTO THE WILD, UNDERSTAND? NO MORE ANIMALS ON THIS SHIP Cal and Ezra: But Kaaaaayyyy...

I KNEW HE'D BE HOPPING A RIDE ON THAT BIRD SOONER OR LATER (🎵 I believed he could fly 🎶)

OMG when BD runs it's like a cockatiel puttering across the floor at 100 mph HAHAH I would die for that droid 😢

Ooh costume switch in this play. Cal looks fucking hot in the Inquisitor uniform

Aww Cere and Greez have dinner lunch ready when Cal comes in, I love seeing families eat in the GFFA

God this is the most uncomfortable dinner ever. Cloud City dinner with Vader doesn't even come close

GREEZ HAS BEEN SALTING HIS FOOD FOR A SOLID MINUTE JFC IT'S INEDIBLE NOW

Cal don't be an ass, Cere is pouring her heart out to you... I forget that he's just 18 sometimes 🙄

(I just found out that Debra Wilson is playing Cere, no wonder she was so familiar to me. Also I love her)

"This Cordova guy's really putting some wear and tear on my ship." SEND HIM A BILL, GREEZ, I'M SERIOUS

"Dathomir. The one place in the galaxy we don't want to see any closer... and the one place we're trying to get to, Mr Frodo."

Oh HELL dead Nightsisters, this is even worse than when Maul called them up from the grave in Rebels, these ones are still juicy

In a situation like this, you can only do one thing: THE MONSTER MASH

And this is where I've gotta call it a night. I hope my losing my mind has been entertaining

[poptod]

Pull the Stars Out of the Sky (And Gift Them to Me), pt. 11, (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Thunder for the God.

Notes: this is it! the final chapter. I wanna say thank you to a few people cause I rarely ever respond to comments directly, mostly cause i never know what to say, but @diasimar, @edteche2, @moon-stars-soul, @crewman-penelope, @hah0106, thank you so fuckin much for your comments!! it really kept me going while i was working and really motivated me. im rly worried this last chapter is gonna disappoint but i gotta post it at some point! WC: 1.7k

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A feast was held. Of course it was––the only way Egyptians knew how to celebrate was with plenty of food, plenty of booze, and lots of sex. Already people wrote songs of your exploits, performing them as they waited for you and Ahk to appear in the courtroom now filled to the brim with the people of Memphis. Clashing drums and lutes accompanied by harps and singing voices all came from behind the walls, but the room Ahk prepared himself in remained mostly quiet, occupied only by you and himself. Piye was busy tending to the citizens with the help of Gyasi, who offered his services in helping the now-blind vizier.

"I never thought to see this day," Ahk said softly, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His outfit, which had taken about an hour to get on (plus makeup), left him the striking image of the Pharaoh you had first met––drowned in gold, in gemstones, reeking of rich, spoiled tastes.

"What, that you'd be attending a party in your own honor?" You asked with a chuckle.

"No," he said, turning to you, "I didn't think I'd see you willingly stand beside me."

"I didn't either. I hated you."

"Rightfully so," he mumbled. "I'm sorry, again, for how I treated you."

"You could've been a lot nicer while kidnapping me."

"I know. But you're happy now... right?"

"Yes," you said, grinning. "What would you do if I wasn't?"

"Abandon everything," he said with a careless shrug. "Run away with you. Leave it all behind."

"Even with a feast outside those doors?" You asked as you stepped closer. He took advantage of that, pulling you in by your waist and smiling when your chests met.

"Well, I might have to go to that first. But afterwards, I would go anywhere for you. Do anything. You are mine, now," he said, growing soft as his lips brushed against your temple, "and I have fought long to prove it."

"I think you belong to me more than I belong to you," you chuckled.

"Perhaps you're right," he said, swaying with you to the muted tunes of harpstrings. "I don't mind either way as long as you love me."

"I do," you mumbled.

"Say it," he said, parting from you to look you in the eye. His hand came up to your face, stroking the soft skin of your cheek as he gazed into you, searching for words he had longed for all this time. "Please."

"I love you, Ahk."

There he went again––tears down his face, dripping into and caught by the smile that spread across his rosy lips. He leant in to kiss you, still wet with those salty tears, but you happily returned his affections.

Until his kiss grew deep, devolving into him biting at your neck again, pressing himself against your body till your back inevitably hit a wall. He sandwiched you there, running his hands from your chest to your hips and back up to your face.

"Now then, your people wait for you. Don't disappoint them by not showing up," you warned him, but there was little resolve in your tone, already torn up by the blush pervading your cheeks.

"I'll be quick," he muttered against your skin, followed by a laugh when you groaned.

"But you can also do this later, when you can take your time," you said, but couldn't stop yourself from smiling even as you tried to push him away.

"I can do it twice."

"Ahk!"

"Call my name again, love," he said, drawing away from you with a shit-eating grin.

"We can do this after," you said as you fully pushed him away. "Even during, depending how the evening goes."

"I like how you think," Ahk said, offering his hand to you with a cocked chin raised high. "Ready to go?"

You nodded.

The doors before you opened, and a short walk up to the throne led you to overlook the crowd, scanning over every citizen's face whose eyes fell to you. Without a word spoken from you or Ahk, silence fell in the hall crowded past the brim. Torches flanked either side of the long room, illuminating the moving heads, as well as marking the searing smoke of meat and the plates of food presented out on the many tables.

It was not unlike the feast for Amun, but this time the only human images standing on a podium were you and Ahk. No more golden statues. Now what remained was the Pharaoh in all his glory, glowing as though blessed with an ethereal light, sheer silk with sewn gold cascading from him like a comet trailing the sky.

Once most everyone's attention was on the Pharaoh, he spoke.

"I know that much of my rule has not been through peaceful times," he said, meeting the eyes of every listener. "I thank you all for your patience with me. We have seen the rising of my brother's empire, and it has ended in ruin––we have seen the death of three Pharaohs, myself included."

A quiet laugh murmured through the crowd. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Piye sticking to the wall by themself. You jogged over, whispering a beckoning, before taking their hand and personally leading them up the pedestal.

"I am sure you have all heard of what I've done. The events that have come to pass. Whether or not you have the whole of the story, or any true part of the story, is what worries me. I want all of you to know why I did what I did––why, exactly, I am not a heretic. You deserve that much."

Ahk spoke as though conversing with an old friend, something you were sure made his approval rating amongst the populace skyrocket. He continued that tone of voice, that familiarity, as he recounted the long events of the past few months, from your appearance in the castle (which he labelled as a gift from the Gods), to Ma'at herself locking Amun into the sky. They all listened closely, believing every word of their loving Pharaoh.

"I did what I did to protect myself, my people, and my friends. They were necessary evils. But now I have Ma'at's blessing, and I take my rightful place as your Pharaoh," he said with a growing confidence that boomed in his projected voice. "I am Ra's Son once more."

An eruption of cheers and shouts burst your ears, and you grinned from ear to ear, glancing to your side to watch for Ahk's reaction. He was smiling as well, prideful as he deserved. Piye held their own small smile as well.

Instruments came back in full swing, humming and thrumming with the vibrations of the tall chamber. Though at first they were the melodies of many songs, playing one after the other without pause, they converged into a tune that filled your head, seeping into the thoughts of every listener. You paid little attention to the words they sang in perfect harmonies till a word caught your attention––your name. Looking out across the citizens of Memphis, of Kemet, you realized they were singing about you.

The fire that reigns on the burning King will never yield to the sword! The spells that remain pour down in the rain as the Nile boils in the sea

What wonders they bring! This thunder for the God, Amoke and the hundreds that sing the name of the God, Amoke

Pray to the earth for a saving grace As the magi searches the planes The dead, they seek The living antique a God of his own who can't rest on his throne Call to the name of the holy

We sing to thee! Sunset for the God, Amoke Sing praise for thee! Thunder for the God, Amoke Thunder for the God, Amoke! The beauty of the God, Amoke!

Your mouth hung open as you watched them sing, ignorant to Ahk, who was now smiling at your shocked expression.

"... and so will you be remembered," Ahk murmured, his arms wrapping around you as he came up behind you. "A God for all of time.”

“My Amoke."

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You had access to great temples––to places of worship hundreds of years old, intricately detailed spells shown on every wall, bases of golden statues littered with flowers and offerings. Instead you stuck to your tiny altar, hidden away in one of the smaller storage rooms not in use. Ahk didn't quite understand it, but he allowed it happily, and left you alone to your devices.

The only item standing on your altar was a tiny statuette in the form of Mahjur. If Ahk found out that was who you were praying to, you weren't sure what he'd do, so for the time being you kept it secret. Besides that, it was nothing more than a table you set incense and tiny plates of food and water on.

It was the only light in the room––the tiny rushlight, the lit incense drawing smoke into the air. Layers of it fell above your head, knelt low in respect of the God who had helped you.

Physical feeling fell away, and in that moment, your forehead pressed to the table, you realized the many prayers you'd sent into the stranger of an underworld were being answered at last.

A single, high note rang in your head as the image of open, glowing eyes pierced your thoughts.

"Is Ahk ssssafe?" They asked in a whisper in your head that you could barely hear.

Yes, you thought, keeping your eyes closed to maintain the connection.

"... you haavvvvve.. other questionss... correct?"

Amun is an all-powerful God, yes?

"Yes."

How did we escape him? How did we hide away? Why did he not pluck me from the sky? How did we survive the ire of a creator God?

"Ahk hasss cccertain experiencess... with Gods. He issss ssssmart. He isss untraceable by annnny Gods' mmagggic."

How? You pleaded.

"He hass died annnnd come back. He issss... undead. No longer human. Nnnnot entirrrrely."

You swallowed thick, forcing yourself not to open your eyes from surprise.

And Piye?

"A mmmmagi. Invvvvissssible. Too... absorbed innn the world.. to see," they hummed, glowing eyes still probing your thoughts.

... and me?

There was silence for a moment, and the eyes blinked, but remained within your head.

"You... are not.. hhhhuman," they whispered.

Your eyes flew open.

What?

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If you want to hear the song I wrote about in this story, I actually recorded it and you can find it here.

[shirtlessfelix]

Can I ask for Dweety-birb annnnd my love Felix with a totem hunter s/o? By that I mean, like during a trial, they always manage to cleanse totems and avoid exposing the team. I just imagine them seeing Felix or Dwight about to break apart Haunted Ground and s/o just ✨shhmmacks✨ their hand away like 'bby no, that's a bad one. Smooch, smooch' Headcannons work for me!

Yes, you absolutely can ☺️Shame I don't have a Dweety-birb or Felix to do this for me, I can't help but touch every bone I see O_O

Dwight, Felix x Totem Hunter

<300 words each

Both of their partners are experts in the field of hex-cleansing and can tell right away whether cleansing will work out in their favor, or end in certain doom...

Dwight: As the survivors' resident locker gremlin, Dwight is lucky that he had Nancy to teach him to heal himself in one of his many hideaways. Naturally, he's always on the look-out for totems, especially when he sees the fiery glow of cursed skulls across the trial grounds. He immediately rushes to it without a care in the world, eyes on the prize, Dwighty!

Just before the hex is broken and the fire is put out, he's pushed away from it, scared half to death already until he looks up to see his S/O's wide-eyed face. They tell him not to cleanse that one: "Not that one, it's Haunted Grounds..."

And he'll look at them nervous as if to ask how they knew, even though he is very aware of their skill in differentiating one hex from another. He's partly insulted at the blow to his ego (Come on, I'm not an idiot), but mostly relieved that his partner found him before he put the whole team at risk.

So, he goes off and finds an unlit totem. Not as exciting, but much more worth it to him. Later in the trial, he musters up the courage to take a hit from the killer's mighty club for his S/O, and immediately runs into a faraway locker to heal, always grateful for Nancy's advice.

Then, he steps out with a loud and pained scream.

He'd been caught in the Iron Maiden.

Felix: He's been carrying around a map for the whole trial, using it sparingly until the very end because he would most definitely prefer to escape death. Before the final generator is repaired, he runs around and cleanses any totems that have not been cleaned. There's one left to break when the last generator pops, and he makes his way over to it swiftly.

"No-ed, no-ed, I'm breaking your no-ed..." he sings to himself until he hears footsteps running towards him, and a hand slaps his away from the hex. He'll argue with his partner and try to cleanse it again and again, but they won't dare let him do it. "But what if it isn't Haunted Grounds, hm?"

His S/O will assure him that it is, and that if he breaks it, poor Bill won't make it out. Then, in the distance, they hear his agonizing scream, and Felix's eyes dart between his partner and the totem. They pull him away from it and towards the exit gate, where Bill is desperately running from the killer. Maybe his partner will take the hit so Bill can escape.

"Yeah, um... thanks."

[lea-andres]

ACCIDENTAL UNFOLLOW SORRY BUT PART 4

At this point these serial murders have gotten to a point where GUN decides to handle it and Rouge is put on the case (well she was already helping Shadow who is working as a cop in this AU at this point and she's offering her assistance) Starline is QUAKING and also put on the case. He finds Mimic on the scene hiding and he just makes Starline deal with Rouge this time, while he keeps others distracted or deals with the cameras this time.

While she's working with something and the room is empty, Starline takes his chance and stabs her multiple times, GUN does try to solve this case but it eventually becomes cold. (Mimic and Starline trying not to panic and keep their cool meanwhile)

The Hotel is eventually shut down due to all the murders, cause who the hell wanna stay at a murder hotel?

Some folks idiots buy the hotel property and turn it into a University, they use a lot of the hotel base which made construction faster. some of the younger cast attend the Uni. Including Jet (for a sports scholar), Bean (who had just got his life together after therapy and doing good) and Matilda (who secretly is here for the dark history and wanting to try and find her brother's spirit).

Jet is going down a rough path and getting worse, mostly becoming insanely envious and jealous of someone that keeps outdoing him. He becomes desperate to try and beat this student, he doesn't eat or sleep unless forced, he only trains and focuses on beating this student and becoming the best and to succeed. When it's the day of the big race, he's a wreck but enters it anyway. While doing some practice rounds, he does show that he's improved tremendously and gotten faster and his peers thinking his work had paid off... and then it happens. Jet has a horrible crash, a deadly result of his high speed and the tired and overworked state he put his body through. People were expecting him to get up, no matter how injured he got, he would always try to get back up... he didn't get up. He didn't move at all. This accident left Storm and Wave a mess and the relationship between them is rocky as a result of Jets death.

Bean meanwhile had been doing very well at the school and was very happy, he had recovered in a mental hospital and his adoptive dads (bark and nack) were doing better too. He even had friends and a girlfriend, Matilda, in this canon... which is what made the tragedy even worse.

A fire broke out a the university and Bean got trapped inside. first inside a room but then got pinned under burning debris. He eventually succumbed to the combination of burns and smoke inhalation. Nack did attempt to go in to save him, being able to squeeze through unlike Bark but he was dragged back out.

The death has left their relationship extremely rock, Bark being extremely depressed and stuck in his own bubble of grief while Nacks trying to keep it together-

annnnd that's everything-

i picture sometime after all of these events, the remaining cast attempt a séance in order to find closure... yeah it goes quite a different direction-

😭😭😭😭

Ooh, a séance!

[fairymint-archive]

🌸, 🌻, annnnd 🌵 (for any of your fandoms).

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

more for myself, but I wish to be more easygoing and spontaneous, writing wise. Maybe saying it aloud here, again, will help that come to fruition. Worrying too much kinda stagnates my chances of putting content out. lack of content, lack of interest. Plus it just makes writing a chore, don't want that.

🌻 = a character I wish to write with

Anything pre-established, basically! Or, adjacently pre-established works too. Almost all of my muses know each other (or can), and a similar deal with mooties if that's okay with them. Gotta love a sense of community~ To be known is to be loved, haha. It'd even be cool for someone to recognize my muses. Fandom bias wise, Animal Crossing and Fire Emblem are the big ones ofc, lmao.

🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom

lmao it's kinda hard for me to dislike characters, since i'm highly critical anyways! I understand why people dislike chars, but often can't feel the same.

That said, I don't really dislike any Animal Crossing characters, ever.

Kitty has an IC dislike for King. K. Rool, and most strangers, but it only goes so far; Look at what happened with Xander! Tried to hate him, worked in the opposite favor.

[fromchaosfromscience]

Can Three Idiots Beat Pokemon Infinity (Part IA)

Juuuust gonna let Key’s copypasta’d commentary take over from here, this is what it says on the tin, kiddos! 

TAKE IT AWAY, KEY, BEFORE I KILL YOU

Mmmkay. 

Key here, and this is the beginning of what will probably be one of the biggest mistakes of my life, but here we are.  And Ethan, let it be known that if you edit any of my commentary to make it into dick jokes or otherwise anything that will make me regret not just posting this part on my own blog, I will burn down everything you love right in front of you.

So anyway, it should be noted that we’re going into this fangame completely blind.  I know a FEW things about it from its description, that it’s full of fan mons and alternative/regional forms, which I personally take to be a good thing.  I actually enjoy Fakemon when they’re done properly, which most... nine times out of ten, they’re done well because the Pokemon community is fucking insane when it comes to designs.  I don’t know anything else about this, though, so let’s go ahead and jump on in.

We decided via vote what the player character would be in terms of gender and name.  8)  And yes, it’s a huge inside joke.

Moseying right along (and ignoring Raven’s agonized screams in the distance)...

After waking up in the woods, apparently with no knowledge as to how I got there or what the actual fuck is happening, I’m taken to a little place in a nearby town to rest - and taken back to early 2000s while I’m at it because that music is DEFINITELY from the Pokemon Colosseum series.  I kind of love this already, but let’s get on with the adventure.  I read the note left by Wormwood and head up to his lab.

...Hold up.  Is that a regional variant of Marill?  ;A;  I ALREADY WANT IT. 

But alas, we are just here for our starter, and so the toughest decision of ANY Pokemon game goes underway.

Annnnd it looks like the three starters are actually regional variants of Bulbasaur, Charmander and Squirtle!  Ethan is harassing me as I type this to choose Squirtle, so of course that’s not happening.  =D  Eat shit, Ethan.

Charmander it is!  Our first companion on our journey!

Fire/dragon!  Not bad!  :T

Also she has a timid nature!!  Which isn’t bad on a standard Charmander!  No idea if it’ll be worth anything on THIS Charmander, but we shall see.  =D;

And I have to say I’m liking this plot so far.  Like, as cliche as the whole AMNESIA thing is, still, it’s... more interesting than what I’d expect from a mainline Pokemon game these days.  Lmao sorry that’s a little harsh, but moving right along, we’re off to get answers about wtf we can’t remember coming to this tiny island region in the middle of bumblefuck.

On the way to the light house to talk to Professor Thorn, I’m given a quick TL;DR from prospective rival Teal on the Egho Council, who are apparently standing in for gyms in this region.  Cool cool! 

Now given that the Nuzlocke hasn’t started yet, and won’t start until I’m given pokeballs or able to buy them, I take this time to grind Azure up a bit.

And it’s in this battle that I learn her ability is actually Competitive, which... is pretty insane, to be honest.  Hot damn.

......welp.

Guess that means potential death time is now.  =D;;  And because Ethan is a complete dick, he just told me that yes, this does indeed count and the Nuzlocke begins now.  Azure please don’t die.

A couple of trainer battles later though, and I have her at level 7 and I’m feeling pretty good about it.  Annnd our first encounter is...!

A Rattata. 

You know what, I can work with this, it’s fine, I thought to myself going in.  Oh, you’re going to heal with an oran berry?  Well, I’ll just knock you down to red again.  Oh, you’re going to growl at me?  Well, that just sharply raises Azure’s special attack.  So not bearing that in mind at all, I’m just going to attack with Ember like an idiot and kill it.

Yeah.

I botched the first encounter.  :I  I COMPLETELY FORGOT about Competitive and wasn’t paying attention, yes, I am an idiot, cast your tomatoes forth, all tomatoes and shame be upon me.

MOVING ON.

We get to Merchant’s Ridge, where another trainer battle awaits, and a fresh new encounter and hopefully... redemption?  =D;;

Yes!  A pidgey!

please don’t kill it please don’t kill it please don’t kill it

AND AFTER ONLY *ALMOST* KILLING IT, we have found redemption!

No really.

We mosey on over to Searidge Town, but not without being given an Old Gadget and free heals from Lucy, and battling a foolish old sailor who thought HIS inferior boring regular pidgey was a match for REDEMPTION.

It was not.

Very nice town we got here!  And after some exploring, I come across this guy who gives me a... very interesting little tidbit.

....Does this mean what I think it means?  HM.

We get to Stonedust Trail, where we run into none other than...

Ekans!  Who quickly becomes our third member, Scaley!

And after Redeem has a near death experience with poison - that’s quickly amended with Antidote because Professor Wormwood is an absolute angel - we hurry on.

But not without a run-in from...

Oh christ almighty here we go.

Starly, a match for REDEMPTION?  Kiss my ass.  I send out Scaley to intimidate the Patrat she’s carrying, but its bite does a little too much damage for my liking, so I send out Azure to finish the job.  I also end up keeping her out to face down Teal’s Squirtle, whose typing I can only assume is water/flying, but Azure is fire/dragon, so I assume she’ll be okay taking neutral damage from any water moves.

The Squirtle ends up using a move called Nimbus Fist, which doesn’t do a whole lot of damage, but it DOES lower Azure’s accuracy so it turns into a pain in the ass to deal with.  The good news though is that Azure’s special attack gets pretty juiced up from taking enough Nimbus Fists that her ember is enough to whittle off the last remaining bit of health Squirtle has left.

So thankfully, no deaths!  =D;  Y...yay.

I think I’m about played out for the time being, so yeah, I’ll be continuing this in another part.  :T  Pray for us.  No really, pray for us.

- Key

[madeofsplinters]

Playlist Notes: “Playing With Fire”

@taxxxon suggested that I should write liner notes for my fic playlists (we were talking about pop music and how easy it is to project whatever context you want into a song, but conversely, how hard it is to then get that context across to another person who’s projected something different into the same song or who simply doesn’t care for it)

So, here goes - liner notes for the official “Playing With Fire” playlist

Listen along on: [Spotify | YouTube]

This is a whole series, but I decided to make a playlist for the whole thing, rather than one playlist per fic. (If you haven’t read the fics, these liner notes will probably make no sense; this isn’t a playlist meant to represent the Vader/Tarkin ship generally, but a playlist describing what happens to them in this very particular fanfic series.)

In This Moment - Adrenalize

Make me feel like a god Adrenaline and sex

This is mostly just a song that I added, partway through the playlist making process, because I wanted a few more songs for texture/pacing that were just straight-up songs about kinky sex. But it’s also a good summary of where the characters are emotionally, near the beginning of the series (like mid-”Do Not Be Prey,” or the first chapter of “Holding Vader’s Leash”) - craving intense sensory experiences, fascinated by each other, but both insisting that it’s nothing more serious, that they’re only using each other for this bizarre kind of pleasure.

Kim Boekbinder feat. Veronica Varlow - Sex Magic

Come put your magic inside me

This is actually the first song that ever went on the playlist - I was listening to it on repeat while I was working on “Do Not Be Prey.” The elastic, expansive, not-quite-concrete way it deals with bodies, while also being undeniably physically lustful, is perfect for the weird way that Vader deals with sex in this series. Plus, it’s a bop? The only reason it stopped being the opening song is because it’s a poppier song, and I felt like it didn’t quite prepare listeners for the LARGE AMOUNT OF ANGRY METAL that comes immediately afterwards :D

Liv Sin - Devil’s Plaything

In this flame that burns inside If you get too close, it’ll burn you alive

This is the part of “Holding Vader’s Leash” where we get a little deeper into Vader’s feelings - terrified of intimacy and of the way he could harm someone he cares about, because of how messed up he is inside, and pushing Tarkin away consequently.

Halestorm - Vicious

I'm not gonna break I can take all that you can give

If there was one song that sums up the kink dynamic Vader and Tarkin have in this series, it’d be this one - gleefully cruel, self-assured, convinced that one can handle anything one’s partner dishes out. It’s also, in a way, Tarkin’s answer to the previous song. Vader might be scared, but he’s not - he’ll risk it all, accept the consequences, and trust that he’s tough enough to survive.

Stitched Up Heart - Turn You On

I can't wait to watch your ego bleed And all the pain you feel will set you free

Here we’re transitioning into “Sea Life of Scarif” with another Song About Kinky Sex Just For Pacing Reasons. Not much to say about this one, except that the “Are you awake?” at the beginning is funny to me, given the number of times Vader rudely wakes Tarkin up in the middle of the night in this fic...

Halsey - Control

I can't help this awful energy Goddamn right, you should be scared of me

Annnnd suddenly we’re switching genres. This is such a good Anakin angst song, I’ve seen it on playlists about him before. Each successive fic in this series really cracks open Vader’s inner turmoil even deeper than the one before it. Everything about this song is appropriate and good and I can’t list all the reasons here, but I’ll mention just one - which is that “who is in control?” is as good a way as any to summarize most of the conflict between Vader and Tarkin in this story.

Digital Daggers - In Flames

And I know your devils I know them by name When you look my way Oh I'm not afraid

“Sea Life of Scarif” is also the fic where the whole dynamic collapses into tenderness, eventually. This song is Tarkin’s answer to Vader’s fear and vulnerability - forming a question/answer pair with the previous song like a stripped-down, more romantic version of “Devil’s Plaything” / “Vicious.” These disaster boys may yet hurt each other, but they know they’re where they want to be.

The Dark Element - The Dark Element

She lives in me And she lives in you, it is true It's in our nature So let her burn

Now we’re on into “I Will Not Let My Body Belong To The Dead,” which is the story with all the fun Sith Temple weirdness - so here’s a little ode to the Dark Side. In particular, the way it personifies the Dark Side in female form (as “your dead heart queen,” no less) is very appropriate for the way the Sith temple’s consciousness appears to Vader.

September Mourning - Overdose

There’s something inside me that dies to be near you Something alive in me wakes when I feel you

Meanwhile, instead of paying attention to the mission, Vader is consumed with his desire to experience physical touch again, even if it’s medically questionable or way too much for him to handle at one time.

Valerie Broussard - Deeper

I'm kicking all the doors down I swear I'm gonna pull you out 'Cause your demons have been screaming loud

Honestly, I’m not sure I’m completely satisfied with this half of the playlist? These songs might not all be in the right order. But anyway, this fic is also about Tarkin having to confront how damaged Vader is and how much help he actually needs, despite his invulnerable facade. He is, of course, undeterred - even when his way of being undeterred by the challenge crosses over into enabling Vader a little.

Three Days Grace - Fallen Angel

I was right beside you when you went to hell and back again And I, I couldn't save a fallen angel

Same as above, really.

Evanescence - Good Enough

Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand I can't say no to you

I’ve been told that Vader has only two modes - cartoonishly invulnerable, or horrifically vulnerable. This song is the latter. At this point in the story, Vader craves what Tarkin can do for him so strongly and has so little regard for his own boundaries or safety that they have to get medical intervention before he accidentally kills them both. It’s a whole thing! Not having boundaries is a whole thing. It’s romantic and yet very, very bad. I don’t know.

Skillet - Feel Invincible

I’m made of fire Who can stop me tonight?

And it wouldn’t be in character if it wasn’t immediately followed up with something from the cartoonishly invulnerable side. (Sorry, I LOVE this juxtaposition, I don’t care if I’m the only one who loves it.)

This song has a lot to do with what Vader and Tarkin both see in each other. Tarkin is a badass in his own right, but he’s even stronger when he has Vader (a dude who’s literally “earthquake powerful”) at his side. And there’s nothing like a person who genuinely cares for him, as he is, to make Vader brave.

(This is also technically supposed to be a Christian rock song, but I advise you not think about that very hard.)

Kesha - Godzilla

While everyone else is running and screaming I just love being with you

This is not a song I associate with any particular fic in the series; instead, it’s the song I picture playing while the credits roll, & it’s been the conclusion of the playlist since before I’d even started to write anything else beyond “Holding Vader’s Leash.” This is the secretly sweet, goofy, monster-loving heart of it all.

[moonlighttheravenqueen]

I like you / ben hargreeves x reader

~~🖤Request🖤~~ Can you do a Ben Hargreeves x reader where Ben and y/n are lock in a room by Reginald. Then, they get into an argument and play fight and end up kissing. Thx❤️🥺❤️

@kennahargreeves8 I had to much fun making this😂 but I hope it's what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!!🖤

It's not surprising that klaus of all people were in some type of mess, it's late and dad doesn't exactly like when we're out late because of how much ben and I would sneak out when we were young, but we were kids, this is different right? What could possibly go wrong?

"Klaus isn't far from the academy so we should make it back on time before dad notices." Ben threw on his jacket. Ever since we were younger, I always had a crush on him but I was chicken to say, and the reason was that I was scared he would say no. "If anything goes sideways I'll use my powers to turn off the electricity." I said slowly closing the door, ben made this tracking device that can tell where exactly klaus Is, and yes klaus is the one who has one because we won't find anyone loudly singing everybody wants to rule the world in a alleyway.

I wasn't even looking down at the ground when I tripped, I expected to slam my body on the floor but when I opened my eyes, ben was holding me. I honestly didn't want it to end, his hands gently on my waist, the warm feeling of his chest being so close to mine felt so safe, "Are you okay?" He saids still holding me. I pulled myself together, "Yeah! Let's keep looking, it says he should be right her-"

"Working 9 To 5! WHAT A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING!" I guess that's his way of singing, I quickly shut him up, "What's going on!? And why are in a alleyway?" Ben said annoyed. "Ohhh, okay so I met this guuuy don't remember his name but, we went a bar and sang some karaoke which was amazing by the way, annnnd then I called saying hey I'm having fun you guys should join!" Klaus smiled. Me and ben looked at each other not surprised, we did start laughing but klaus was really confused. "C'mon, let's get you home before dad notices the three of us are gone." I helped holding him up, "are we like the three musketeers!?" Ben just said to him.

We managed to get in the house but I heard dad's footsteps, "quick ben! Cover his mouth and take him to the couch!" I whispered. I put my hand on the light bulb, causing everything to look completely dark. "Y/N! Where are you?" I could hear Ben's faint whisper. I tried follow where is voice echoed from. I thought I was touching the wall until the lights came on and I realized that it was ben's chest I was holding, I let go so fast I didn't even notice. "What the hell do you two think you're doing!?" Dad was definitely mad this time, I should have came up with a plan for after I did that, "Dad! It's not what you think! it's was dark and I wall it was the wall!" What is giving the point of me trying to defend ourselves, "I've heard your excuses a million times! Go upstairs and stay in the room together until I say you can come out!" We both said yes and went upstairs.

We sat on the floor, I thought it was going to be a lot worse, that was until the door locked so now we can't leave, "Nice plan Y/N," he winked, "Hey! I didn't think it was going to back fire like that! All you were doing was playing Marco Polo without being in a pool!" I say winking back. He was kinda shocked by it. "Oh? So that's how you wanna play? Then fine, let's go!" He started tickling me on my weakest points, we wouldn't stop even if I pushed him, "Ben! S-S-Stop!!" I could barely even speak. I fought back and pushed him backwards, he fall face up, causing me to be on top of him. His face was red and I'm differently sure that mine was too, "Y/N.....I....Ugh screw it!" He then kissed me, honestly I wasn't expecting him to do that ever! His soft lips touching mine, hands laying on my hips, and that amazing feeling of being safe.

We stopped for air, "Wait, You like me ben? I always thought you saw me differently, I do like you a lot! But I was so scared of telling you when we were younger because I didn't know if you felt the same way about me an-" he cuts me off by placing his finger on my lips, "Yes I have, I always have. Now stop talking and kiss me princess." I laughed and kissed him again,

I feel asleep on his chest and completely forgotten about being locked in, but we really could care less. He kissed my head, "Sleep well my gorgeous princess."

[readaroundtherosie]

To go along with that ask about m/m book recs, what about f/f?

I was really hoping, when I got that last ask, that someone would bring this up - so thank you! I haven’t read as many as I have m/m, but I’m working on fixing that this year. As such, I have a list.

f/f sci-fi fantasy books i’ve read:

- The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon: a multi-POV epic fantasy novel. A stand alone built on an incredible world with DRAGONS and a slow build f/f relationship

- Nevernight by Jay Kristoff: an overall brilliant series; kick ass characters, in depth world building, a plot to RUIN you, and a bi main. f/f happens in book 2 

- Gideon the Ninth by Tasmyn Murr: the entire experience of reading this book is kind of an extened “what the fuck is happening??” but also it was great because necromancy in space and lesbians

- King of Scars by Leigh Bardugo: You can’t really read this one without reading all of the other Grisha books first, but it’s excellent, and Nina, our bi queen, is here for you

- Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare: Like I mentioned in my m/m post, The Dark Artifices covers all of your bases with the expansive cast of characters. it’s so. freaking. good. 

- Beauty Queens by Libba Bray: a hilarious satire in which a plane full of beauty queens goes down and they’re stranded together on a deserted island. Or so they think.

adult or YA books with f/f relationships that i’m very interested in reading:

- Seven Blades in Black by Sam Sykes

- Steel Crow Saga by Paul Krueger: this one just has all of the things, and i’ve heard nothing but the absolute best about this book

- Labyrinth Lost by Zoraida Cordova

- The Abyss Surrounds Us by Emily Skrutskie: pirate fantasy duology that I’ve been meaning to read for literal years and that I hear great things about all the time

 - The Weight of the Stars by K Ancrum

- Ash by Melinda Lo: a loose lesbian retelling of Cinderella (but actually all of the characters are bi or pan, so, bonus!) 

- Girls of Paper and Fire by Natasha Ngan

- Girls Made of Snow and Glass by Melissa Bashardoust: feminist Snow White retelling

- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone: Super short! Will punch you in the feels! Enemies-to-lovers! Apparently, it’s amazing!

- The Long Way to a Small Angry Planet by Becky Chambers

- Once and Future by Amy Rose Capetta & Cori McCarthy: a pansexual main character of middle eastern descent in a genderbent sci-fi retelling of King Arthur, and on the whole, the book has so much LGBT+ rep! It’s only a duology and book 2 comes out a little later this year. 

- The Diviners by Libba Bray: these books are chunky, but I hear the rep i these covers a lot of ground. The final book comes out in February too, so it’s a great time to jump on board!

comic rec:

- Lumberjanes by Noelle Stevenson (and many other excellent people): these are so cute and fun! and there’s an on-page f/f relationship. Highly recommend the series.

- On a Sunbeam by Tillie Walden

- Monstress by Marjorie Liu

annnnd that’s all I’ve got for now (i’m sure i’ve forgotten some). Please feel free to add to this list as well, I want all the recs!