#Feel free to ask me about them

[drpoisonoaky]

Whos more possesive azula or katara

katara for sure she’s super jealous, azula is just clingy

[queenofhearts7378]

“So this is Jake's fault, right?” Randy asked.

Danny made a noise of agreement as they continued running down the hallway, red flashing against their eyes and alarms ringing through the air.

And okay, it wasn't really Jake's fault they were being chased by a killer robot after breaking out of some holding cells.

Ever since Jake had turned 16, he'd been getting more duties outside of New York, really stepping up into his role as the American Dragon. NYC was still his home, his main area of protection, and the main capital of the magical community; he wasn't leaving anytime soon.

But occasionally a smaller community would reach out, asking for help with bigger problems they couldn't handle and he couldn't answer over the phone or e-mail. So Jake began traveling (through mundane or magical means), and solving the problems in person.

And occasionally dragging his out-of-town friends along with him.

Which is how the four of them ended up here: in an off-the-books government facility in Horrible, Arkansas, and made up of the same branch as the GIW.

(Danny had groaned out loud in his and Rand's cell, thunking his head against the bars when he heard that.

The agent that was interrogating them gave him a weird look.

“He's from Amity Park.” Randy said solemnly, patting Danny’s shoulder.

The agent went white so fast Randy honestly thought he was about to pass out before fleeing the room.

“Wow,” Randy said, “Y'all's city really is a curse.”)

The four of them had literally stumbled onto the grounds, got searched and had most of their stuff taken away, and thrown into holding cells where agents would periodically come to interrogate them on how they found the place and who else knows about it.

Danny had phased them through the back wall as soon as they were left alone, and accidently ran directly into a wall of weapons that fell on top of them both. Randy only got a sore shoulder, but something zapped Danny and he hadn't been able to transform since.

Which was when the alarms went off.

And when they discovered that the facility used killer robots as security and were all too happy to shoot a couple of teenagers.

Now they were running for their lives trying to find their stuff and their friends without getting shot by the robots or the agents.

They skidded around another corner, and Danny grabbed open the nearest door, throwing it open to check for their stuff.

Instead they were met with two startled agents in the middle of grabbing their weapons.

Randy didn't waste the chance and spun around Danny, landing a kick in the first man's diaphragm and then bringing his knee up just as the man bent over to gasp for air.

(The ninja suit let him be faster, stronger, more bouncy, and protected him from hard hits. The lessons and training of 800 years worth of ninjas were pressed into the fabric enabling him to fight when he had never done it before. He still had training though. He spent hours in the Nomicon practicing the moves and katas his brain knew but his body didn't. Following the footsteps and marks the Nomicon drew out around him, mirroring the poses the illustrated samurai and dragons went though. And lately, following along next to the First Ninja as he performed the moves next to him, occasionally fixing his posture, as Plop Plop chattered nearby.

Being the Ninja wasn't all cool flips and awesome weapons. Even without the mask, Randy was still a ninja.)

Danny took the chance to leap onto the other agent's back trying to get his weapon, throwing the man off balance right as he tried to shoot Randy.

The shot went wide and hit the wall, leaving a faint scorch mark on the white plaster. Randy dived under the shot, rolling forward right past the agent. He kicked his leg out, catching him in the back of the knee, right as Danny yanked the weapon out of his grasp and leapt off the agent's back. Between the teenager using him as a springboard and his leg giving out on him, the agent hit the floor hard. Danny didn't give him the chance to get his bearings and swung the weapon, clocking him over the head.

He swayed for a minute before hitting the ground. He wasn't unconscious but he wasn't getting off the floor anytime soon.

Randy and Danny high-fived before fleeing back out the door.

“Randy, that was awesome!” Danny exclaimed as they checked the other doors for their stuff. “I didn't know you could do that!”

“I know, I know, I'm the Bruce McCheese. Hold your applause,” Randy bragged as he opened the last door in the hallway to reveal yet another supply closet. Running past Danny, he punched him in the shoulder, “I'm still a ninja without the mask Casper.”

“What was that? I couldn't hear you over your ego getting in the way!” Danny laughed as he turned the corner, only to catch a metal leg in his stomach. His back hit the wall and his stolen weapon went flying away from him.

“DANNY!” Randy screeched, knowing he wouldn't get there in time as the security bot charged up to fire.

His feet and hands moved before he could think about it.

‘Separate - Gather - Free’

Randy could feel the energy pool through him, starting with his feet (“Your stance grounds you,” First Ninja said, “It centers you. It's the most important part of using the spells.") and surging upwards through his body in a way he's never felt while in the suit. Randy could feel the air thicken in his palms and he thrust out his hands just as the energy hit his palms and the top of his head.

“Ninja AIR-FIST!”

He could see the ninja magic hit the security robot and smash it into the wall. All the energy that had surged through him faded out, leaving Randy feeling like he just played Grave Puncher for two days straight.

He swayed for a moment, exhaustion hitting him like a brick, before he stumbled over to a gob-smacked Danny.

“Since when could you do that?” Danny asked as he scrambled to his feet.

Randy braced himself against the wall, “Uhhhhhhhhh……now I guess?”

Danny looked at the dented wall, then back at Randy. “Can you do it again?”

“Nngh….think I'll pass out if I did.”

“Alright, last resort then. And I still can't go ghost.”

Randy groaned. “Man we are shoobed.”

“We just need to find the others…..and our stuff.” Danny crouched down in front of Randy. “Alright hop on. You look like you're about to pass out now.”

“Pretty sure it'd just slow us down.” Randy said, even as he wrapped his arms around Danny's neck.

“Dude it's like I'm holding a couple of grapes. What are you, 80 pounds soaking wet?”

“Screw you too.” He dug his heel into Danny's thigh, “Giddee up. I think I hear the others breaking things up ahead.”

Jake and Adrien were indeed in the next hallway over, both transformed and absolutely wrecking anything they came across.

“Hey guys!” Chat grinned at them, impaling the last security bot with his staff. “We were looking for you!”

“Yo Ribbons! What happened to you?” Jake flew over to hand them their backpacks.

“Turns out Mister Ninja over here can use his ninja magic out of the mask.”

Jake blinked at them, “You can do that?”

“Apparently,” Randy said as he slid off Danny's back, “if I want to feel like I went ten rounds with a hoard of robo-apes.”

“Oof.” Jake shook his backpack at them as Randy pulled on his mask. “Well we found the main computer room, stole a bunch of hard drives that I'm going to give to Spud and Tucker, and Chat broke like, everything in there with a Cataclysm so no need to worry about cameras.”

“And we found out what they are called.” Adrien chimed in, “Beings Under Government Surveillance. They had a sign.”

“Bugs?”

“B.U.G.S.!”

“No wonder the GIW are such pests!” Danny and Adrien said together, high fiving. Randy snickered at the pun.

“Yeah, you're all comedians, can we go? The missing fairies are running loose and I've got to figure out if they need to move, or if they'd be fine with some more magic barriers around their town.”

“And I really gotta talk to the Nomicon. It's wack they didn't warn me about this.”

~~~~

Later in the Nomicon:

First Ninja stared at him in disbelief, “You did what.”

[zepskies]

WIP Tag Game

Oh fun! I love these. Thanks so much for tagging me, my lovely @venus-haze 💜

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Lost on You (Soldier Boy x Supe!Reader)

Echoes (Beau Arlen x Reader)

Don't You Forget About Me (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Lost Time (Russell Shaw x Reader)

At least, these are the ones with actual working titles. 😜

No pressure tags: @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanbrainrotwritings @artyandink @tofics @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior and anyone else who wants to join in! (You can reblog this or make a new post.)

[trohpi]

the struggle of being a rarepair shipper is real. like, what do you mean my favorite peter pettigrew ship is between him and susan bones’ mom, aka amelia and edgar bones’ sister, aka a character with no canonical name or personality?

[tragedry]

what would your feelings be on an Ashler soulmate au?

if you were to ask me about my feeling on an ashler soulmate au, my reaction would be:

but if you were to ask me on a deeper level, my feelings for this au would hold so much love and grief given that in this au the universe itself saw two immensely different characters with very different upbringings, and yet somehow still found something between them that's strong enough to actually link their souls together. (personally, i adore how despite their differences, ty and ashlyn seem to have more in common as the webtoon progresses, and that their initial mistrust is only from how little they knew of each other at the start, thus proving that the longer they spend time building their relationship, the stronger their loyalty and devotion becomes)

the idea of their souls resonating with each other is immensely beautiful (the whole 'he is half my soul as the poets say') and also incredibly tragic given how they were so close to losing each other at the end of the first season..

and i think in this au, ashler would still face so much pain before they could get their happy ending!

so yeah, the first meme still applies lol

[animerose96]

WIP Title Game

Tagged by @midwinterhunt

So I don't technically have a folder, but I do have WIPS in my Google Docs so here are their titles

A Wolf Never Forgets

Joining Whitebeard

Injured- Post Marineford

Tori as an undercover Marine

Sabaody Incident

Rescuing Ace

We Were Always Meant to Say Goodbye

Untitled

I don't know who to tag but maybe @kestrelsparverius (I know you got tagged once already shush) @skeletibbyart and @blinded-and-bloody will have something interesting

[the-noted-collector]

Isle of the Guiding Lights/The Fisher-Fisher Zee Beast

Inspired by @violant_apologists's post, here's some world building I've done with the setting of the Neath and the Unterzee.

It's got body horror stuff so. Under a readmore. Also deals in imposter/mimic monsters, for anyone who might be freaked out by those.

The Isle of the Guiding Lights/Savior's Cove

A isle often glowing alone on the waves, a last hope for many ships who find themselves lost on the Eastern Zee. No matter which direction you approach, it always seems like there's a large chapel dominating the small fishing town where the zailors are conveniently able to dock. No, no, their ships aren't missing, they're simply in for repairs. Now, aren't you all hungry? We insist you stay a few days, surely you could use the rest. We'll gather supplies for you all in the meantime. No, no, don't worry about it. We're glad to prove.

There is spare room in the chapel for the zailors. Of course there is! We would hate for the guests to be left out in the cold and danger of the turning time of the isle. Simply head down the stairs, there are plenty of spare beds. Don't ask where any of the tenders have gone. It will not go well for you.

Tomorrow, there will be a feast. Enough food for everyone, and aren't you simply starving? Certainly sating yourself matters more then questioning where the locals have gotten the lovely portions of crab and pork from. The bread is still warm from the oven. The fruits are a delight, juicy and sweet. The juices of the meal drip down onto your plate. The locals insist not to waste it, they even have a couple of extra buns with each meal to lap everything up. You ignore how some of their tips clearly apply to thicker liquids then the meal produces. After all, it's food. It's good.

Later, you learn the ship has been damaged. Bad luck, they say, that the beasts got to it. There's questions of a explanation. The locals avoid answering for a while, but it's at the banquet of lunch that they decide to share that dangerous beasts surround the isle. Odd things that you've never heard of. The locals suspect they nest deeper in the isle-there's a underground river leading to a lake that's otherwise landlocked-but it's too dangerous to them to go to it. They don't know how to kill the things, so they do their best to simply keep away. They don't often attack larger ships, you see, so they had assumed yours would be safe. Quite unfortunate that they were wrong.

It's later that you realize how...odd the hosts look. Their accents is what ticks it, first. It's nothing you recognize. It sounds like they learned the language second hand, at the very least. Certain words fail to carry. Their clothes, perhaps, are the next most obvious. They have clothes from this time, make no mistake, but they don't quite wear them correctly. Their coats are crooked, their cravats are tied in zailor knots rather then anything more proper. It covers their necks quite well. What it doesn't cover are the glints that shine off their cheeks in the light at dinner that night. Nor does it hide the hunger you can see in their eyes. A few have gone missing. The hosts do not comment on this.

The repairs and supplies continue to get delayed over the next few days, with various excuses from your hosts. Meanwhile, your numbers continue to shrink, due to 'the beasts' supposedly at the island's center. You have other ideas. You've heard your bunkmate screaming at night from nightmares. They call the hosts monsters. They had been one of the first to vanish, and when they first returned you simply thought them mad. The hosts said that they just needed to recover, have some rest. They've refused to be alone since. You're beginning to believe that perhaps they really did see something. And with your hosts continuing to keep their secrets, you make a plan.

That night, after dinner-fish filets so thin as to see through, yet with enough juices to taste as good as any steak-you grab your gun and go upstairs. You don't know where your hosts stay, nor what they do at night. You do know what you plan to do. You go to your ship. It has holes in the sides, torn open by whatever is in the waters. You do not see any of your oh-so-benevolent hosts here, so you decide to go inside. The ship's cargo has been entirely taken, and the place appears gutted. If you weren't angry about your situation before, you're furious now. You march back up and off the ship-at least, before you are stopped on the dock by a local. They wear the same, placid smile as they ask what you're doing. You respond by trying to shove your way past.

The key word is, try.

The local fixes you with a stare as they easily stop you. Even as you pull out your gun, they stay entirely still. You're stopped from firing by a noise from the zee behind you. Before you can process what it could be, you find yourself falling off the dock, straight into the water.

You aren't attacked, not immediately. Not before seeing the creature, at least. A deceptively humaniod face meets your own. The skin is tinted with green and peligin, and the eyes aren't dissimilar to a Drownie's. What isn't, however, are the set of razor sharp teeth that try to bite into your shoulder. You hardly swim out of the way in time. The spikes erupting from the creature's spine cause you a nasty cut on the cheek as you try to go over and catch it's neck. And that isn't the only thing that catches you by surprise, as you fail to see legs on it, instead getting a tail coiled around you, holding on. The pain is only added to by the feeling of zee water flooding into your lungs, your breath having long since left you.

The last thing you see, as it begins to swim away, is one of your hosts diving into a water. They transform before your eyes into a larger one of your current captor. There's a light, bright and enticing, on the end of a lure coming from it's forehead. Your world goes black as your captor shifts you to into it's arms, and starts to swim towards that light. Like a moth to the flame.

Actual lore time;

• The Isle of the Guiding Light is always found in the Eastern Zee, even if the exact position changes with the currents. It is always far away from any other land.

• The isle hosts a custom zee beast I've made, called the Fisher-Fisher!

• There is only one way for a Fisher-Fisher to be made; infection of a human. All current Fisher-Fisher folk are former zailors from most of the former cities, and some other places in the Neath.

• The Fisher-Fishers have two (possibly more, if I make more) varients; smaller, less flexible hunters and larger lures. The hunters are often 10-11 feet in length, and stay in the water almost consistently after transformation. They are able to shift to a more humaniod appearance, to a extent. But it's never enough to look human enough to approach, or even walk on land. So most don't bother to waste the energy on trying. The lures, on the other hand, can get much larger, roughly 23-24 feet long. They also have a lure of light on their foreheads, similar to a anglerfish's. They also have the ability to infect humans. They maintain fake fishing towns on the isle, often with light towers or chapels to lure in lost ships.

• The Fisher-Fishers often eat the food they serve to people. As of now I'm undecided on how they get the stuff. Working idea is that they loot the ships in the hopes of supplies. Also, likely hunting other beasts for most day-to-day food. They also eat people when they can. It's sacred to them.

• The chapels are real. They do function. They're to Salt.

• Half-infected individuals do exist. When the process is either interrupted or fails to produce, hybrids are made. In the latter case, they are often killed. In the former, they often escape and run inland whenever they end up. Most do not go back over the water. There is a exception.

[charcuteriecrab]

WIP Ask game!

Rules: Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @silvercap !! hehe thank you!

now this is tricky because i don't have THAT many wip that y'all haven't seen (because I'm impatient and post as I go) but there are a few roleplays I have been doing with friends that we are turning into fics!

Please Don't Leave Me - chreon sicfic (say you love me au)

When the Nights Get Long - chreon re6 au

death island fic - chreon - next segment in the say you love me au

re roleplay 1 w/@aussiepineapple1st - chreon - post vendetta

re roleplay 2 w/@slothelixir - chreon - post vendetta (but mission-gone-wrong style)

re roleplay 3 w/@leon-thot-kennedy - chreon - re 6 au

(can y'all guess who I roleplay as?)

uhhhh as far as tagging goes, I think a lot of my mutuals already got asked, so if you see this and want to do it, pretend I tagged you <33

[kakusu-shipping]

You know when I said I was redesigning my Self Inserts and going in Age Order? Yeah I lied.

Here's a bunch more Redesigned Self Inserts, no longer in any particular order, just who I had the ideas for at the time.

[ashwithane]

my three houses oc

figured it was about time i introduced my fe3h oc here—this is rowan, they’re a commoner from the alliance who ran away from home. they ended up in abyss, where they began working in the library and also joined the ashen wolves house.

(i used a prompt list for these drawings, you can find it here)

they’re a bit of a gremlin and a lot of people find them scary/unsettling at first, but really they’re just a nerd who loves books and is bad at talking to people.

my most recent drawing of them was this one—pov you romanced the library cryptid

[grilledpook]

made some dude x firedd fankids! clones can have children by combining their dna in the machine.

(left)

rome, age 8, he/him. his defect is that his head bursts into flames when he feels strong emotions.

(right)

mica, age 17, they/she/ze. their defect is the same as dude's, but she handles it better due to how often ze does their hair. she's very into crystals and boho fashion and whacks people with zir "banishing crystal."

[otomesanada]

hey fellow princess , about the recent BMP Jp event summary , can you please do it ? pyetty pweaseee, with a cherry on top ? I have been playing this game for about 5 years now (paid and party versions) but since I can't read Jp , I'm missing out on all those continued stories out there . truth to be told BMP is my first otome game and so I have a soft spot for it . My fave boys Are will,Josh, Roberto, hayden , Kuon . Who are your favourite ?

hi, sweetheart! 🥰 i will do it, i will do it!

i understand you so well, i've been playing be my princess since 2017 and i didn't know anything, i just tried to do some routes so i could get their CGs (which is always beautiful, i love it). do you want me to make a summary of kuon’s route too? i finished it yesterday, so it's very fresh the memory! also, if you search for “be my princess 2” on my tumblr you will find some small (very small and very few) translations of random things. (excuse my english, it was awful).

my favorites from be my princess 1 are keith and joshua, from be my princess 2 are kevin and kuon 🥺💖 i love them a lot, they make me so happy and their japanese routes are different from paid, but it's even more special.

[rejectedaffection]

proportions (insert gif of crying emoji disintegrating)

[poor-ciceros-voring-again]

I think I need to make like actual story for some of my more minor tes ocs TBH

Like Quinn, who is ALLEGEDLY the secret child of Syl and Thadon. Everyone just thinks he's making it up.

Or Karasu and Rosephanye, star crossed lovers who worship Daedric princes that HATE each other (Nocturnal and Meridia)

Maybe even Lucien, the son of Niveria and Cicero. Named for the great assassin Lucien Lachance, unable to live up to the name. He hates being an assassin and is instead swayed by Sanguine

IDK I just think I could expand them a lot more

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[capturedrook]

My Starfield OC has been my art blorbo lately, so here's a rare art update! I love them, your honor. My little morally grey weirdo.