#I sense a disturbance in the force.

[trash-ainu]

Personally, I really like the take that Vala/Maia couples weren't really supposed to happen, because views about such pairings would range from "You can't sleep with your boss!" to "This profanity is against Eru's will!"

And I really like this in the context of angbang, because I can just imagine Mairon pacing in circles after the first few times they got together, rubbing his temples and going:

Mairon: This is extremely inappropriate... I am his bloody lieutenant! And a consummate professional. I am a consummate professional. I am—

Meanwhile Melkor would just be like:

Melkor: I hope our love offends God.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Aint no way this man decided to come back NOW

[diushek]

What if Heavenly Demons come from being children of a ascended God with a Demon?

Of course, that would be an explanation for why they are relatively few, so powerful, and why the ones we know the most (LBG and ZZL) have their blood diluted. It is practically impossible for a pure offspring to arise between two Heavenly Demons unless it is direct incest. More than a species, they are a direct result of, who knows, a Blood Demon, where 90% of the Blood Parasites' abilities to heal or attack others could come from + the OPness of an ASCENDED GOD.

So it's not just that they've died out after a long lineage. It's that they've ACTUALLY been few and far between from the beginning. The Heavens know that even if immortality accompanies an ascended God and a demon, and even if they leave behind a progeny of, what, ten children over the course of a century?? there would be nothing but an internal war between the heavens and the demon realm to hunt them down. They have the best of both realms. They ARE part light - part dark. They can give in to the abyss in their hearts or embrace the goodness of the heavens. They can be something horrible or the best thing that ever happened to the world.

They are not the legacy of a dying species. They are not the worn-out result of what time and exhaustion do to the powerful. They are… the result of love. The result of a forbidden love that was perhaps kept secret. The result of an ascended God who loved too much, a demon who renounced the evil of their spirit, they are the children of those who betrayed who they were and who they believed for their family.

They are the legacy of something beautiful.

They are a legacy of love.

Imagine Shen Qingqiu, married to Luo Binghe, FINDING OUT ABOUT THAT.

[thebeigelunatics]

SLOW HORSES (2022 — ) 🐴✨

[electric-plants]

listen we can be boring and just take this to mean “always been” as in post the archon quests OR we can make a bunch of headcanons instead such as:

1) they all meet up so much it feels like they’ve been doing it forever

2) these two were just fucking pretending they don’t know each other throughout the entire archon quest

3) alhaitham was being pedantic with “at the akademia” and despite being personal friends they fully separate their working selves and consider each other strangers in work matters

4) they’ve been meeting up as part of the friend group for forever but never actually talked to each other until this moment making it Extra Awkward™️

and literally so many more like the pathways this has opened up in my brain ughhh

[chancheols]

Very normal about this.

[iamumbra195]

If Ashlyn Banner was a character in a typical magic manhwa she would be the cool mage that remained isolated in the tower for over a decade without any sort of human contact until they were forced to due to the MC’s stupidity or in her case, Aiden’s shenanigans.

She would subsequently be roped into the chaos against her will, all while trying to figure out how to properly interact with real people after all this time and trying to protect this rag-tag group of people with varying backgrounds from certain death.

Aiden would be the crown prince who hated his position and responsibilities after the war so much he decided to become an explorer. It was a risky business with so many unexplored magical lands so it was right up in his alley but his parents only agreed to let him go if he brought his cousin Ben with him as a companion. Ben would be the powerful knight who was heavily traumatized and rendered mute during the war, working on finding himself once more while he and Aiden explored the world together.

Tyler would be the promising young knight who's trying to gain some prestige in order to take care of his family. Taylor would run the repair shop their dad left them but struggled to find a lot of customers due to the stigma that a woman couldn't possibly be strong enough or smart enough to do good repairs. The repair shop was incidentally right across the flower shop Logan's parents ran while he studied something with math or science at a fancy school and occasionally came by to help.

And the Crane Cult are the Big Bad™ that are using a blood sacrifices to call on the power of a higher being or something like that. And they wear bird masks of course.

Ashlyn vs Maverick in a magic duel, when?

Kinda Part 2: Here

[dreamaze]

[OFF THE RECORD] > how to impress rouse your lead guitarist (tr. cr.)

[im-a-goner-foryou]

Nicee

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

eddie comes out as a trans woman and stevies internally like. uh oh.

and then eddie's like yeah im still pretty butch tho so i don't think im gonna like. femme it up too much. and then stevies like oh thank fuck. i mean you do you and i always love and support you but if you went Full Femme you'd literally be nancys twin and i wouldnt have the strength to withstand robins bullying if she found out i ended up dating a carbon copy of my ex

[favesgrave]

hey so what kind of effect would having only half of your soul revived when the other half is left behind in the departed realm cause

[drlettuce]

Arthur: Gwaine does Merlin seems chipper to you????

Gwaine: umm I guess??? Why do you ask sire??

Arthur: it's weird it's like he seems nicer

Gwaine: Merlin always nice tho

Arthur: no like nicer than usual

Gwaine: well if it helps I heard he's courting someone

Arthur: Merlin???? Courting someone???? And what maiden would ever want Merlin?????

Gwaine: well sire if you should know many maiden has fallen for Merlin's charms and in fact I heard he's courting isn't even a maiden

Arthur: what??? Who is he?!?!

Gwaine:well I heard he's a king

Arthur:a king ?!? And where on earth would Merlin find the time to court a king ??? What else??????????

Gwaine:well I heard he's blonde has blue eyes and his signature color is red

Arthur: Blonde??? are u sure because as far as I remember my father told me I was the only blonde noble men

Gwaine: well oh sire I'm Afraid I said too much perhaps i should stop

Arthur: Gwaine don't you dare I'm am your king and you will answer me right now!!!!!

Gwaine ok fineeeeee.......... he's name is Arthur

Arthur:*whispering* fuck he's name is also Arthur how the hell am I supposed to complete with that??????

Gwaine:..........

Gwaine: well I guess Merlin has a thing for idiots

[boxfullaturtles]

Rest for the Weary

A "Made to Suffer and to Love" Vignette

Donatello isn't doing great since his double mutation. He doesn't feel like himself. He feels like a monster.

This was originally conceptualized as a comic. But I don't really have the time to commit to that, and I really wanted to tell this little story. So you get a mini fic instead.

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His family is laughing.

The sight fills him with a warm relief, the familiarity soothing to the tiny lump of worry that has been sitting in his stomach. He doesn’t know why he was worried, he only knows he was and it was about them. He worries about them so much.

But Leo has an arm draped over Mikey’s shoulders and is leaning over him with a broad grin on his face. And Mikey is battering playfully at him with loud sunshine laughter, shoving playfully at his older brother. Raph is looming over both of them with a grin that says he’s two seconds away from scooping them up into his arms. Splinter is shaking his head with a fond smile and April is encouraging their shenanigans with taunts and laughter. They are washed in sunlight, cast in a warm and golden glow, the perfect picture of family.

Donnie grins as he makes to follow them. He moves to step out of the shade and into the sun, only to be pulled up short by a sharp tug on his arm.

He frowns, turning to see what’s stopped him. There’s a thick, steel manacle clamped around his wrist, the heavy chain attached to it stretched taut. Donnie follows the chain back to a sturdy wall where the chain is mounted and his breath catches.

Why is he chained up?

He turns back to face his family, to reach out to them, but there’s another pull and another rattle of metal. His other arm is in chains now. Donnie thrashes, yanking on the chains, skin chafing beneath the cuffs. There are chains on his ankles and then around his neck and he’s trapped, shackled to a wall and his family is only a few feet away in the sun!

There are heavy black bars between him and his still laughing family.

He’s in a cage.

He’s in a cage and his family is right there!

Donnie calls out to them, but his voice comes out in roar, an animal shriek. There are no words, only noise. He tries again, tries to shout his brothers’ names, but again comes the unearthly, horrifying cries. He sounds like a wild beast, a stranger. No one turns to look at him.

His eyes burn and he heaves against the cuffs, straining his shoulders, pulling with all his might.

His family is farther away. They’re leaving! They’re walking away and they’re leaving him behind! He screams and cries, he begs for them to turn and see him. But they keep walking away into the sunlight and leave Donnie alone in the shadows of the cage. He screams in despair, collapsing to his knees on a floor covered in straw. Tears streak down his face as he howls and sobs. He’s in a cage, chained up like some animal, stripped of everything he owns and left to rot here.

He’s alone. He’s been abandoned. He’s a monster. He can’t blame them. He hurts so much. He...he…

Donatello jerks awake with a mournful wail.

The room is dark and big and his cry echos, bouncing back to him without an answer.

He sniffs at the air, shuffling across his nest and twisting his head around to try and see in the dark. There are the lingering scents of his family, of Raph’s terrarium and of the snapper himself. Mikey’s scent is the most recent and there’s a pile of blankets and a pillow on the couch. But there’s no one there now. Donnie is alone.

The nest of blankets and soft things feels cold and lonely. Donnie presses his big, awkward hands over his snout to try and keep the desperate whine of loneliness and terror inside. He’s shivering, each breath he takes comes in as a shuddering gasp, and despite his size, he’s feeling so very, very small. He’s so caught up in the dregs of the nightmare and awful feelings that he doesn’t notice the light patter of feet on the concrete floor.

“Dee?”

Mikey’s voice startles him and he looks up quickly. Mikey’s hovering a foot away, worry on his face, the light from his phone stinging Donnie’s watering eyes. Donnie swallows the lump in his throat and can’t stop himself from shooting a glance from the empty couch and back to Mikey.

“Ah, sorry, I know you don’t really like having to sleep out here so, uh, I dunno, I got kinda sad and wanted to keep you company,” Mikey shrugs with a small smile, “I just ran to the bathroom real quick, sorry if I woke you up…” He shifts, tilting his head, his expression scrunching up in concern, “...are you okay, Donnie?”

Donnie’s not sure how to articulate with his limited ability to communicate just how much it means to him that Mikey is here. He’s not sure how to explain how the nightmare feels too much like something that can still happen, how waking up alone in the dark is starting to become one of his worst fears. He doesn’t know how to say how much his brothers mean to him.

So he just shuffles over a little in his nest and lifts his arm in a silent invitation.

Mikey’s smile bursts into a megawatt sunbeam.

He tosses his phone onto the couch and dives into Donnie’s nest, squirming around until he’s situated himself snuggling against Donnie’s side. When Mikey beams up at him, Donnie makes a great show of rolling his eyes and huffing before he settles back down.

The blankets feel a lot warmer with Mikey laying next to him.

He closes his eyes and lets his breathing fall into a steady pattern. Mikey’s breathing next to him lulls him back to sleep.

And if Donnie wakes up again from another nightmare, this time he doesn’t wake up alone.

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

What's going on futbol girlies?

[willthespy]

im ngl i woke up yesterday to my pjo phase hitting me like a truck so…. i might just go insane someday this week and reread all the books

you might have to prepare for some autism induced fanart!!!

[pynkhues]

just came out if loustat ao3 tag... maaaaan it does look bleak for bottom lestat enjoyers. my feed is literally just "bottom louis bottom louis feminization mpreg abo bottom louis"... and so on ad nauseam

sophie you are my only hope :')

It's certainly a fandom with preferences, haha