#I Choose Dare

[stars-and-darkness]

many thanks to @garglyswoof & @morningstargirl666 for tagging me in this game. the rules are to repost an older fic, so i’m gonna share the funniest thing i ever wrote in my life:

I Choose Dare

An ode to how Aang, under the power of a mighty temptress, was forced to grow a beard.

Oh, and the birth of his first child, too, he supposes.

tagging anyone who wants in <3

What international peace summits include for most of people is a lot of arguing, too much pomp, enough politics to make one's head ache, a needless amount of balls and banquets ... the list is both endless and ever-expanding.

What international peace summits include for the six of them is finally reconvening after far too long separated, tearful hugs, and doing activities very few outsiders could imagine the people of their status and influence doing; pranking dignitaries, playing board games, sparring, or, as they were doing now--playing Truth or Dare.

It was Sokka's idea. Well, the alcohol was Toph's, after she reminded them that the reason they haven't played the game in so long was because dares like kiss x person and truths like who do you have a crush on? lost their charm when they all started dating and/or marrying each other. She thought booze might spice things up, so what, sue her!

The kids were all asleep, it was the last day of the summit, all important decisions were made. People being hungover tomorrow morning wouldn't change anything!

Her friends, being her friends, had to ruin it of course.

Fangirl failed her first. She didn't say anything, but as the night progressed, she made it perfectly clear she wasn't getting drunk.

Sweetness only had a small shot glass. She said it was because someone needed to stay sober and responsible. Boooo sobriety and responsibility!

Sparky outright refused to drink. As a reason for this travesty, he named his young twins, which was just a hit below the belt, but Toph saw right through him. He just didn't want to draw attention to the fact that he was a first class lightweight.

Only Sokka and Aang stayed in her corner.

A few rounds of the game passed with relative ease, until the bottle (a fine firewhiskey Sparky gifted her for her twenty-sixth birthday, now empty through the united efforts of Fan Girl, Sweetness, Snoozles, Twinkles and herself) landed on her ... and Aang.

Twinkles's heartbeat spiked. Toph felt great satisfaction at the fact that, in the fourteen years since they'd met, she'd trained her boyfriend well enough to have him anticipate he was about to be wrecked.

"Twinkles, my love," she said, in an unbearably sweet voice, "truth or dare?"

She felt him swallow. "Dare."

The grin that spread her lips truly was terrifying. "So you chose dare."

"I did."

.

"I dare you," her smile widened, "to grow a beard."

"Toph ..."

"A beard," she continued. No one else dared breathe.

Aang gulped again. "When ... when can I shave it?"

She grinned again. "Who said anything about ever?"

"Toph, please," he whispered, weak. "Please."

"All right." She wrecked her brain for an idea. Long ago, when she was a kid, her governess would read fairy tales to her every night before bed.

Inspiration struck.

When she spoke again, it was in a throaty, mystic voice. "You may free yourself of this curse with the birth of your first child," she announced. "Should you attempt to rid yourself of the beard sooner, you will have wrought upon yourself the fury of the Greatest Eartbender in the World."

No pleas would rescind her judgement. No amount of begging, groveling, scraping.

Toph Beifong was unmoved.

.

"Avatar Aang!" said King Chinou, the squinty-eyed monarch of a minor Earth Kingom city-state. "Your appearance is ... unexpected."

Aang wished he could say the king meant his arrival was unexpected; that would let him pretend for just a while longer. But Chinou had invited the Avatar himself, and therefore there was no confusion about what he meant.

It was Aang's physical appearance that was so off-putting. The abomination on his face has been there for months now, and everywhere he went, the reaction was the same. People stared. People laughed, and then pretended they weren't laughing, because who would dare to make fun of the Avatar, right?

Toph-monkey-feathering-Beifong, that's who!

(Spirits above, he loved her.)

He resisted the urge to scratch at his chin. The terrible thing was awful and hot and itchy. No one in their right mind would ever voluntarily have one.

He gave King Chinou a neutral look. "What is the reason you've summoned me, Majesty?"

The king snapped out of his trance soon enough, and the work began.

Three days later, after an oddly tense dispute between two rival merchants of cabbage was settled, Aang all but collapsed into bed.

He and Toph didn't exactly have a permanent address. He was a nomad, after all, and Toph wasn't particularly attached to any single space. They lived everywhere: the Air Temples, her metalbending academy, random inns all over the world, the Fire Palace, Sokka and Suki's house ... wherever they found themselves. This particular lodging was an outpost of the Beifong family.

Yeah, Aang thought, fingering the satin sheets under him, it shows.

"How was the lovely King Chinou?" Toph asked. He could hear the grin in her voice.

Chinou may or may not have banished her from his territory after she called him a spineless fuck-faced beetle-tapeworm.

The context, she'd impassionately tell him every time he tried to pull the story out of her, didn't matter.

Aang let out a long groan. Toph chuckled.

"He had me settle a dispute between two cabbage merchants. And one of then just kept giving me a side-eye, like I'd killed his mother or something!"

"Well, I have some good news for you then," she said, turning onto her side and promting him to face her.

"Oh?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "You'll finally be allowed to shave that abomination off your chin."

"Urk?" He didn't recognize the sound he made. "So ... you changed your mind?"

"Well ... not quite yet. In nine months."

Aang frowned. "You'll ... change your mind in nine months?"

Toph rolled her eyes. Sokka taught her to do that a few years ago, and she hasn't stopped since.

"No, Twinkles, I'm fucking pregnant."

Aang sat up. "Are you messing with me, T? Because I honestly can't tell."

Toph rolled her eyes again. Her hair, silky and inky black, was unbound, spilling down the pillow. Her sleep clothes were his own clothes, so loose on her small form it seemed she would slip out of them at any moment.

She reached up and took a hold of his hand, pressing it to her abdomen.

Aang didn't hesitate to call some water to himself from the vase on his nightstand. He never had Katara's talent at healing (or any other part of waterbending, really), but as the water beneath his palm glowed and he could feel a small, impossibly small, heartbeat.

There was a baby in there.

.

His baby, their baby, their own baby, to cherish and love and protect.

His throat was closed up. He couldn't say a word. But then Toph's small hand squeezed his, and he knew no words were necessary.

After several hours and many death threats, most of which had been directed at Aang himself, the tiny little Gyatso Beifong came into the world.

He really was minuscule, with his Dad's steel-grey eyes and a tuft of his Mum's inky-black hair atop his otherwise bald head. He had two eyes, two ears, one nose, ten fingers and ten toes. Aang should know. He'd counted them all, over and over again.

He'd seen babies before--there was Hope, back in the Serpent's pass, a multitude of newborns and toddlers whose parents sought the Avatar's blessing, and, in the recent years, his friends' own children.

But, watching the sleeping bundle in his arms, a bundle that had been screaming relentlessly up until half an hour ago, and Aang took him into his arms and out onto the balcony, he decided he'd never really seen a baby before, because surely this absolutely flawless, perfect, tiny human being was the standard to which all other babies aspired.

Toph was asleep in the bedroom just beyond the balcony doors. All those death threats were exhausting business, after all. Oh, and childbirth too, he supposed.

"Hello, Gyatso," he whispered, tickling his finger over the baby's stomach. The giggle that burst out of his mouth melted Aang's heart. "Who's the cutest boy ever? You are!"

Gyatso didn't answer verbally; he was, after all, just a newborn.

"And I am so, so glad to finally meet you! Yes I am! Yes I am!" Truly, Gyatso's laugh must've been the purest, most perfect sound in the world. "And not only because I can now finally shave this monstrosity off."

[jeeaark]

I'm curious, can I ask who is your Rook romancing?

ALL OF THEM

but er...

I'll tell you who they wished they were sandwiched in-between

Let's just say their favorite weapon was the mage's gambit orb that could rotate between the power of dragon fire and purple storm bird.

[reunitedinterlude]

summer phantasy: the album

tracks 5-8 (x)

[vilochkaaa]

doubts.

(there's gonna be some oc rant below this comic‼️‼️)

Octavian's longtime childhood dream was the ocean - a cold, vast expanse of water that holds mysteries that even the most experienced scientists have yet to discover.

This interest was instilled in the boy by his father, who worked as a marine biologist like many members of his family. In general, his father himself dreamed that octavian would join him in the future, seeing the spark in his eyes. but here was the only factor that ruined this future. octavian's mother. she was a strict, unapproachable woman who wanted to push her son into "more significant business that could bring income and success". (it's amazing how they got together with her husband and how they're still not divorced...) It was necessary for her to set her son on the right path, she wanted to give him a future that she thought was better and good for him.

Since most of the time she was engaged in the upbringing of her son, while his father was lost in endless expeditions and explorations of the Gemstone Sea, it was she who contributed to the fact that Octavian gave up his dream, compelled by the fact that a more serious and promising a great future profession is just what he needs. a lot of money, a good post - is it really possible to give up all this?

Since then, Octavian has followed the path his mother wanted to set him on, wanting what she herself had - a job with important paperwork in a corporation. Thus the young man became what he is now - a logistics manager in one of the most fundamental corporations in Ferngill - Joja.

But in the end, during this "small" business trip that led to the valley, Octavian began to have doubts about his path again. Doubts that slowly turned to a sense of betrayal of himself.

The betrayal of that small, naive boy, who had read all the books on marine biology and his father's scientific notes with incredible enthusiasm time after time.

maybe it's time for a change?

[thoushaltnotlive]

'''Why choose''' but it devolves into a progressively more and more intricate polycule where nobody is quiet sure who is dating who anymore. Except one person who's dating everyone.

(They are all have varying, but strong levels attraction to everyone by the end.)

[slutforpringles]

Huh who could've predicted that the best candidate for the job was the one Red Bull fired in SIngapore ........ 😤😤😤| via

[nerevar-quote-and-star]

In English, we say, "Toxicity."

In TES, we say, "Do the right thing. Paarthurnax deserves to die."

[clairedaring]

Last time, the heaven decided your fate. So that's why you're facing all of this again. But today, you can choose it yourself. If you want to suffer and remain in this cycle, just return to the body. But if you wanna get out of this cycle, you can walk out that door.

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.09 // 1.11

[pfhwrittes]

for ✨♥️🗡 anon.

a little drabble for the retail hell au. all fluff, no TWs needed i think. female!reader. "love" used as a pet name and john calls the reader a "good girl".

pairing(s): john price x female reader, simon riley x female reader (or even john price x female reader x simon riley if you squint)

600ish words; barely edited again.

-- it’s been a slow start to your shift on the checkouts. your manager for some reason has overscheduled the team, so you’re drifting between the customer service desk which is already covered and the checkouts which is fully staffed. truth be told, you're a little bit confused. you’ve never seen this many people working on front end. you make another slow circuit from the checkouts, offering to take carol off for a break if she wants to, and up to the customer service desk where you chat with megan for a few minutes before a customer wanders over with a bit of receipt paper.��

you’re on your way back to the checkouts when john gestures you over to join him and simon where they’ve been watching the checkouts discreetly from the end of one of the aisles. 

“y’look bored as fuck” simon states matter-of-factly when you join them. john rolls his eyes and sighs at simon’s bluntness before shooting you a small smile.

“what he means to ask love, is if you’d like to do a job for us?” john’s still smiling at you and you’re very briefly distracted by the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. you wonder if he knows you’ll say yes to anything he asks if he shoots you a smile. probably not. he’s got most of the store a-flutter for his blue eyes and old-fashioned charms as it is. 

you twist the bottom edge of your gaudy orange apron between your fingers as you fight against your initial reaction of yes sir, anything you want! and the more sensible approach. 

“what’s the job?” you ask, flicking your eyes over to simon who as always looks like he’d rather pull out his own teeth than be standing on the shopfloor. despite his gruff manner, you quite like simon. he’s funny underneath the front he puts on in front of customers and members of management he doesn’t respect. 

“babysittin’” simon fires off with a completely straight face, folding his massive arms across his chest. you get the impression that he’s trying to look more imposing that he already does. all it does is pull the slightly dusty black polo top he’s wearing tighter over his massive chest.

“babysitting?” you repeat dumbly. you fidget with your apron again and turn your attention back to john hoping that you don’t look as flushed as you feel. 

“i was hoping you wouldn’t mind givin’ simon a hand in the warehouse today, love.” john explains. 

“‘specially considerin’ your prick of a manager’s fucked up the schedule.” simon adds with a scoff. “man couldn’t fill out a rota even if the only thing he’s gotta do is sign his fuckin’ name on the top.”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at simon. he’s right, after all this isn’t the first time your manager has mucked up the schedules, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. he spots the way you tamp down on your smile and his lips tick up in a brief smirk in response. 

john reaches up to scrub his hand over his beard and your attention is caught by the way he purses his lips. you miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he clears his throat and you look away hastily to look over at the checkouts. 

“so what d’ya think then? gonna give us a hand? hm?”

you nod quickly, aware that carol is glancing over and shooting you a dirty smirk that you hope john and simon haven’t seen yet. 

“good girl. follow us then.”

and well, who are you to disagree when john places the flat of his hand on your lower back just above the apron strings and simon becomes a long line of warmth at your side as they walk you towards the warehouse.

[velvetvexations]

[sophsun1]

Queer as Folk – 2.11: The Wedding

[dandeleon]

awesome post of assigning gravity falls characters as ds/3ds models :3c

☆

FIRST!!! dipper & mabel! :D

Blue & Pink DSi for Dipper & Mabel respectively! :)

Which would be cool and great. However.

mabel would ALSO fit perfectly for a new 3ds⬇️

(for those who do not know the new 3ds had removable backplates! which essentially means it is very easily customizable! which is like. perfect 4 mabel its like her sweaters she can change the backplates to her liking)

if u wana go w this idea i say dipper & mabel will both have 2 be new 3ds' bc yknow. Twins n allat :)

so heres some backplates i found that i think fit dipper ^_^

i would also choose some mabel ones but basically any if them suit her tbh

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next!

stan & ford!

both a Burgundy DSi xl!

now u may be thinking

"hey leon ur fucking colourblind those are not the same colour"

Correct! :) i wanted them 2 both be similar colours bc, yknow, twins. & for some reason i found an image of the burgundy one but the colour is wrong????? idk why its wrong but it makes a perfect substitute for the 6 fingers thing i think :) make him a ds colour that doesn't exist! yahoo! (just like that one fake green xerneas 3dsxl or whatever tf)

also another reason i chose the dsi xl 4 them is bc the dsi xl was the funny old man targeted one LOL

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next! mcgucket!!!!

Silver DS

this one i dont rlly have much of an explanation for its just vibes tbh. og ds is a fuckin doohickey of a console so i think the vibes line up p well :)

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next: pacifica!!!

Purple new 2ds XL

the purple/silver colour scheme + the fact that the new 2dsxl is fuckin expensiveeeeee i think it makes a p good fit 4 pacifica :)

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final one for now bc i ran out of image space: bill

Transparent Yellow 2ds

he gets the stupid cheese wedge bc i dont ljke him

(note: i love the 2ds but the yellow one looks like piss so thats why bill gets it)

(i have more of these so perhaps ill add them in a reblog later......)

[vaguely-concerned]

...you know with a fandom that has lasted 30 years I'm sure I'm not saying anything new here, but 'right after his best friend from when he was thirteen (who he newly reunited with and asked to sleep over at his apartment. For Reasons) seemingly flicked his nipple (!!???? mark I have questions) to set him up for a prank and then cupped the back of his neck with rough affection in a deeply homoerotic way' sure is an incredibly specific moment for the camera to deny us access to fraser's expression fhksjafhas

(especially with the pattern over the many many times we see a woman hitting on him where his face will be clearly visible, with his expression placidly (one could be forgiven for starting to suspect tactically) uncomprehending/confused or uncomfortable. though we see him speak of specifically victoria for the first time turned away from the camera -- from behind, and only getting the faint reflection of his face in the window, to much the same effect. I think I might be on to something here.)

[slay-the-heroine]

"Do you not know if you're "important enough"? Do you know who you are?"

The Narrator:

She tilts her head and grins at you.

"I'm a hero!"

"But assassination is when an important political figure gets killed or something, right? I don't know if I'm important enough to call my murder "assassination.""

"Uh, anyway."

The Narrator:

To be fair, she is important. In a bad way.

Voice of the Prince:

Would this be an assassination, then?

The Narrator:

I'm going to ask you this, and I want you to answer honestly: Why in the world would that matter?

"Other than that, I... Don't really know. I've been here for a while."

"Nobody deserves this. I'm getting you out, if you'll let me."

The Narrator:

What? No!

"Wait, really? Oh, thank the heavens- you really know how to keep a girl on the edge of her seat..."

The Narrator:

You're making a huge mistake.

Voice of the Prince:

This is the right thing to do.

The Narrator:

You walk up to the chains binding the Heroine to the wall and give them a tug.

The Narrator:

They're large and heavy, far too solid for you to even imagine trying to break them apart.

"Wait, you don't have the key? Sorry I assumed you were my warden."

Voice of the Prince:

I'd hate to have to do to something painful for the sake of freedom.

The Narrator:

This entire concept will be painful if you do anything to aide in her escape. She isn't supposed to leave. There is no key, and no way to free her.

"Did you see a key when you came in? Or anything?"

Voice of the Prince:

There wasn't a key, but we could use the blade as a last resort to get her out.

- - -

The Narrator:

You attempt to make your way out of the basement, but the door at the top of the stairs slams shut. You hear the click of a lock sliding into place.

Voice of the Prince:

What? Someone locked us down here too?

The Narrator:

You pull on the door, and beg whatever is on the other side, but get no response.

The Narrator:

You're here to slay the Heroine, and you won't leave until the task is done.

- - -

The Narrator:

You make your way to the bottom of the stairs. This would have been so much easier if you had just taken the blade like you were supposed to.

Voice of the Prince:

We tried to get it back.

The Narrator:

You should've gotten it in the first place. Now look at the mess you're in.

"I... heard the door slam. Is someone else here?"

The Narrator:

Her eyebrows furrow, and her voice rises with panicked confusion.

"If it weren't for these chains, I'm sure some old door wouldn't be a problem."

The Narrator:

She lifts her shackled hand, and dons a determined look on her face, before she starts to bite at the base of her thumb.

The Narrator:

Her face expresses pain as she only barely breaks the skin. From behind you, a sound startles you. The clang of bouncing metal.

The Narrator:

It's the blade from upstairs. You're not sure how it made its way down here, but if there's a time to strike, it's now.

Voice of the Prince:

She didn't hesitate to hurt herself to be free. It'd be better to use it as that last resort I was talking about.

The Narrator:

You won't like what happens if you do that.

>>>

[vigilskeep]

one thing abt visibly chasind morrigan that’s super interesting is that it makes your ability to ask if flemeth is really her mother actually makes sense when it’s startling how fereldan flemeth looks and dresses when you’re brought there