#IM SO INSANE IM SO INSANE IM SO INSANE THIS FIC IS SO GOOD

[vivisols]

VIVIAN… VIVIAN I COOKED, MY cooking has FINISHED!! I’m soooo tired but I DID IT, WAHOO

OUGHHHHHHH ANON I JUST FINISHED READING IT FOR LIKE THE 6TH TIME…. WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW MUCH I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ITS SO GOOD!!!!!! SO SO SO GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED EVERY WORD OF IT ADKJHSKJBSJHBAHJBS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ YOU COOKED SO HARD I LOVED IT SO MUCHHHHH!!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE MASTERPIECE THAT IT IS!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I LEFT A LOT BIGGER OF A COMMENT ON THE ACTUAL FIC BUT AAAAAAAA IT WAS SO CUTE SO GOOD SO YUMMY IM OBSESSED!!!!!!!!!! IN SO MANY WAYS THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I SAW FOR Y/N AND VANESSA AND JUSTMDNCBJHDFBJHBDCJHBCSHJBSC I CANT PUT HOW MUCH I LOVE IT INTO WORDS 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!! AAJJHSNMHD JHSCBJHSAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

THE FIC

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

gukgak specifically from my typing (man w/ three jobs & a creeping sense of dread)

[liauditore]

cw// implied character death, double life nonsense

because you are love itself.

[fourtyforever]

doodletober day 10: for the big double digits I had to do something special, which is why this doodle is for the epic hunger games maxiel au to the victor belong the spoils by @powerful-owl. ive just recently read this for the first time and ohhhhhh my god. my fucking god. I'm pretty sure its changed me on like a molecular level. like I very nearly had to take a day off classes the day I finished reading it. Much longer blab about it due for sure but for now have this:

[crossthread]

No jokes here. The Navy’s best pilot and the Navy’s best admiral. Between them, eight air-to-air combat kills and five stars. These were men who commanded respect with or without your approval. This was the picture of ruthless competence.

Debriefing (& Other Stories) • part 2 of Easier Done Than Said by @compacflt

[victoronnie]

my tycutio vampire/werewolf one shot taste the iron on his lips is now on ao3!

drew a scene from it, had a ton of fun working on this

[mitskikissme]

My very rushed love letter to @rowdyknives fanfic what it means to love her. hes such a talented writer no jokeee

[remapped-soul]

would've, could've, should've

It's late enough that no one cares where Pecco is going, why he's racing through the padock, almost panting as he tries to stay close to the walls where the shadows lurk. He wouldn't know what to answer anyway.

He has a sprint to win the next day, a race on Sunday. A championship to focus on. He's made too many mistakes this year, he can't afford to lose focus now. And yet, here he is, almost running as if he's chased by hounds, hands curled into fists in his pockets. He switched the Ducati red jacket for a nonedescript one, a hat to cover his eyes. He doesn't think he's doing anything wrong, he just wants to talk. A conversation has never hurt anybody, and they'll be teammates next year. It's his duty to pave the way, to make sure he'll get a third championship, and a fourth. He's not Vale, but he still wants to be great.

He spots the motorhome as he rounds the corner, getting closer, closer, heart jumping in his chest with every step. Up the stairs, stomach tight. He knocks, and prays, prays no one answers. He just wants to talk. Pecco shouldn't be here. He knows this, and yet--

The door opens with a click, and Marc blinks at him, hair wet, dripping in his eyes.

"Pecco?" Marc asks, squinting. "Is everything alright?"

Pecco nods, frozen in place. He presses his tongue against the back of his teeth, trying to think of something to say, but words elude him. He shouldn't be here, but he has a duty to fulfill. He's seen the way Marc rides when the bike listens to him, a hound chasing its pray. If Pecco thinks too long about it, he'll get scared. He can't. He wants next year to be good, for him, for both of them. Sweat drips down the side of his face in the humid Indonesian night.

Marc leans against the door, crossing his arms over his chest. Pecco follows the movement with his eyes. Marc doesn't take his eyes off of Pecco. "Can I help you?"

Pecco shouldn't be there. "Can I come in?"

Marc raises an eyebrow as if he's waiting for a continuatio, but when he gets nothing, he steps aside. Pecco follows. The door closes behind him. Pecco is inside. He shouldn't he here. He doesn't want to be here. His brain doesn't register the space. Couch, armchairs, a towel on the backside of a chair. Marc behind him, breath like thunder in Pecco's ears. Pecco must say something. He wants to leave.

He turns. "I wanted to thank you."

Marc smiles, and it strangely resembles a cat. "Did you now?"

Pecco nods, stomach tight. "For helping me." Marc steps closer. "During practice," Pecco continues. "I didn't realise I was low on fuel." It's a lie.

Marc stops in front of him, too close. Too far away. "Things can get confusing on track." They both know it's a lie. "Speed gets to your head." They both know it's true. Pecco feels its song in his veins still.

"Certo," Pecco says, shifting his weight from one foot to another. The movement cuts the distance between them, and Pecco finds himself looking down at Marc. Yet, he's never felt smaller. "You didn't have to do that."

Marc raises one shoulder in half a shrug. "We're going to be teammates next year." He looks up at Pecco, takes another step. "We're going to be riding the best bikes on track." He takes another step, fully in Pecco's personal space now. With all the space around him, Pecco doesn't move, can't move. Marc leans in and drops his voice. "We'll be the fastest on track."

Pecco should leave. "It will be interesting, especially with Jorge at Aprilia. He might win this year--"

"You should believe more in yourself, Pecco." Marc's lips almost touch his ear, his cheek almost against Pecco's cheek. Hands hover over his hips. So close. So far away. Marc smells like coconut. Pecco has never liked coconut.

Pecco swallows. "I am. I won two years in a row. I'm a world champion." And he'll get the third one.

"You'll get the third one as well," Marc laughs. "Jorge loses control too easily." His breath is the only thing that touches Pecco's skin, sending shivers down his spine.

"The fourth one will be more difficult." Pecco closes his eyes. Marc keeps a calculated distance from himodand Pecco is pretty sure Marc is standing on his toes to reach his ear, but he can't move. His nostrils flare with the smell of coconut, almost choking him. He never understood people who liked food-scened skin products.

Marc turns his head. "You'll be riding against me." His lips graze Pecco's ear, making him sway in place. Marc's fingers close over Pecco's hipbones, pressing through his shirt, finally, finally. Pecco shouldn't be here. Doesn't want to be here. He--

"We need to behave, or Ducati won't have any champion next year."

Pecco wants to devour him, coconut smell and all.

Marc smothers his laugh against Pecco's neck. It takes everything in Pecco to stand tall, to not melt against Marc, to keep the distance.

When he speaks, his voice is not his own. "Will you?"

Marc stops laughing, kisses lower. "Mm. What will you give me to play nice?"

Everything. Pecco doesn't say that. "I might let you win."

Marc bites his neck lightly. "What would Dall'Igna say? His golden boy giving up his win for me."

"I have only two. You got eight."

"You brought glory back to Ducati."

"And you're one championship short."

They don't speak his name, but it's like someone dumped cold water over their heads. Marc steps back, removing himself from Pecco. The look in his eyes is weirdly lucid for how out of his mind Pecco feels.

"We should both get some sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow."

Pecco knows a dismissal when he sees one, so he agrees. He shouldn't have said that, and yet Marc got to him. He shouldn't even be here, and yet he is. He doesn't want to leave. "Thank you, again." He wants Marc to kiss him.

Marc leads him to the door, the same unreadable smile on his face. Pecco feels stripped bare, with nothing left to hide. Marc smiles at him. Two seconds ago, those lips were on Pecco's neck.

Marc smiles as if he knows what Pecco's thinking about. "Tell Vale I said hello," he says and closes the door in Pecco's face.

Pecco thinks he understands Vale a little bit more. You either love or hate Marc, there's no in between.

[keirientez]

aug - early sep log

[jacks347]

(Is this stupid enough to be considered a crack fic?? Idk, we're going with it)

To say Hipswitch was surprised to see a woman sitting in his base next to Albus would be an overstatement.

Now, to say he was surprised to see said woman be so...dressed while sipping a cup of tea, that was accurate.

He'd never seen the demon bring back anyone who wore so many layers. Hell, now that he was really thinking about it, he hadn't really seen Albus bring back anyone at all. From the headscarf covering her hair to the skirt that brushed at her ankles and all the fabric and layerage of jewelry in-between, Hipswitch was getting warm just watching her.

The woman turned, smiling politely at him. She was rather pretty, warm brown skin with dark green eyes. Not necessarily someone he'd consider Albus’s type but everyone had their exceptions. "Hello there. You must be Hipswitch." Her voice was quiet and flowed like honey. She reminded Hipswitch of the ladies of the church in town, always speaking softly with inviting smiles. Definitely not Albus’s usual type. What, had he really gotten that bored?

"That I am. And who might you be?" Hipswitch took a seat across from the odd duo, eyes darting between the two in bewilderment. Albus huffed out a laugh, wrapping an arm around the woman's shoulders. "This is Faith. She a, ah, friend of mine." The woman, Faith, rolled her eyes with a small chuckle. "Mm, sure, friend. Let's go with that." She hummed as she took a sip of her tea.

Hipswitch nodded slowly, still going back and forth between them. It was very strange but he couldn't say he didn't appreciate the change. Hell, he welcomed it. Faith was polite, she was far more dressed than he expected, and she seemed very sweet. It almost brought a tear to Hipswitch's eye. "Well it's very nice to meet you. I've gotta say Albus, she's certainly a might better for you than the others from the whore house."

There was an audible beat of silence before it was broken by both a roar of laughter from Albus and a rather impressive spit take from Faith who was now coughing like mad as she tried to regain her composure while Albus was nearly doubled over in hysterics. Hipswitch was left rather confused, not exactly understanding why what he said had caused such a visceral reaction. "Did I say something wrong?"

The statement only made Albus laugh harder as Faith finally recovered, her cheeks flaming red and her face a heavy mask of embarrassment before kicking Albus in the shin. "Stop laughing! I've never been so mortified in all my life." She dropped her face into her hands, shaking her head before pulling herself back up. "How do I put this lightly..." Faith mumbled as Albus’s laughter finally petered off. "Oh Switchy, Faith is a sister paladin." He corrected, making Hipswitch raise an eyebrow in confusion. "A what?"

"A nun." Came a surprised voice, making Hipswitch jump as he turned to find the source of it. "Hey Doc, how long have you been standing there? Almost gave me a heart attack. And how do you know that?" The doctor leaned against the doorframe, staring at Hipswitch with a wide-eyed expression between shock and horror. "When Albus came on I decided to do some research on the medical practices of New Tennessee. Maybe there would be something there to help better treat Albus if I needed to. And well, most of the information was from or about the sister paladins. They're the main form of healthcare, they're essentially priestesses who learn medicine to take of the knight paladins. But they're known to treat anyone who comes to their temples." The realization slowly dawned on Hipswitch, his eyes widening as it did. No wonder she reminded him so much of the women of the church, she was one of them! Oh he fucked up. He fucked up bad.

"So, in case you missed it in that grand fucking speech, you just called a nun a hooker directly to her face." Albus clarified, though he really didn't need to. Faith sighed, the initial embarrassment fading into a kind of indignant rage. "Can I slap him?" Albus snorted a laugh, flashing a sly grin at Hipswitch. "Oo, watch out there Switchy. She's got a mean backhand and I'm almost willing to let her do it. You kind of deserve it." Hipswitch wished he could disappear. "I-I am so sorry ma'am! I would never think of implying you would be that kind of woman, I just assumed-" He spluttered an embarrassed apology, making Albus burst into another round of hysterical laughter as Faith cut him off with a shake of her head. "Don't apologize, I know you didn't mean it. You worked with what you knew, I can't blame you for that. Though I do still want to slap you. And you do kind of deserve it."

Faith got to her feet stiffly, fixing the layers of her outfit and narrowing her eyes at a still laughing Albus. "I think I've seen enough of Maya for one day. I've got to pick Kerano up from school." She leaned down to poke a finger into the warrior's chest. "Don't make me come back out here to check up on you. Had me worried sick for nothing." Albus’s laughter faded as he lightly smacked her hand away. "Gods, yes, I know. I won't, I promise." She nodded with a satisfied huff before turning to the doctor. "I'm glad I could help with your research, you know how to reach me if you have any more questions." "Of course! Thank you again, Sister. It's been very insightful having you here. I should go continue to look over those notes." He turned and headed back into his office as Faith turned to Hipswitch. "And you." Hipswitch gulped, expecting the worst. Maybe that slap Albus had warned him about. "Maybe actually talk to someone before assuming they're some kind of common hooker. I take my faith very seriously and even if I didn't, I'd be far outside of his price range." She smiled warmly before turning on her heel and heading for the door. "See you again boys!"

Albus’s head dropped back onto the couch with a snort. "Outside my price range, she's crazy." He muttered. Hipswitch quietly got up and moved closer to punch Albus in the chest, making the demon wheeze out a breath as his head snapped up to glare at him. "Fucking hell, what was that for?" "For not warning me! I made a damn fool of myself in front of a nun because of you!" "Well, she's not really a nun, she's a priestess." "Regardless! She's a woman of faith and I disrespected her in the worst way possible!" Albus waved his concerns off. "Ah don't sweat it. Give it a week, she'll be laughing over it. It was damn funny." "You're actually the worst, you know that?" "Oh I am well aware Switchy. You're not the first to notice." Hipswitch could only roll his eyes. Why did he have to care about this idiot so much? "Okay but tell me one thing." "Whatcha got Switchy?" "Have you actually slept with her?" "Would you be jealous if I said yes?" "Albus..." Albus chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "Sorry Switchy, this is one time I don't kiss and tell. That's up to you to figure out." He confessed with a shrug. "Out of all the escapades you've rambled on about, this is the one you keep quiet about?" "Faith is different, okay? She...she deserves to not have her story told. So I won't." He defended. Hipswitch sighed in defeat, stepping back. "I'll never understand how your head works." "Good, I don't either. So looks like we'll both be confused."

(...idfk how to end this so this is what you get. Yes I made this entire thing because there is a non-zero chance that Hipswitch would assume Faith is a hooker the first time he met her and that was so damn funny to me)

[seepingfrommyskin]

“I don’t belong with you, I never did.”

hi yes my first time posting my art here and I come bearing fanart for @hella1975 ‘s amazing atla fic The Art of Burning, you can find this specific scene in chapter 28! if you haven't read it yet I highly recommend.

(click for better quality)

[vexanillion]

Fourteen years old, and all alone in the world.

this fic RUINED ME HOLY CRAP. Read it now 🙏

[yellowheartz]

Not hating on Kuboyasu Aren, like don't get me wrong, that's gang and I love him.

But I think that if he did achieve his dream of being able to marry a lady and have a family, there would be a lot of loopholes in his relationships.

Like, yes, he's a very respectful dude and he'd probs treat the woman like the only girl in the world but let's say they had a fight, right?

Dude wouldn't know the first thing to do, 50 outta 50, he'll apologize because "that's what a man should do" but what if he felt wronged as well? Either way, whether he apologizes or not, there would be a little toxicity at least, surrounding his relationship with his lady, like please do yall get me? 😭

Istg, I'm not hating, he's literally my fave character, but if he really ended up with a normal girl and lived a normal life, there'd surely be problems, most likely if he had a daughter.

[candyskiez]

I'm not a super big ekurei shipper but I have to admit the fact that Dimple can possess Reigen while he's unconscious and yet Reigen will be fully present anyway is Very compelling regardless of your explanation for it. Dimple was very specifically trying to wake Reigen up and used most of his power to do so? Hell yes, love it. Reigen being very atune to spirits because of. Well. The past four years. And going WHAT THE FUCK and waking right back up only to immediately go "oh. It's just dimple." Fascinating scene idea. Looking directly at it. So much potential for a fascinating missing scene there. Ekurei is growing on me at alarming rates. Help.

[messrsrarchives]

i need a job that is okay with the fact my body doesn't work or that i can't talk to human beings normally or that i can't walk very far oh and also i might just have a seizure or that my heart might give out or that i can't do maths and oh also that my migraines will happen randomly or-