#NEW CHAPTER YALL

[yunuen]

the line is covered in jellyfish (NEW CHAPTER) ship: jayce/viktor summary: Jayce and Viktor survive the Arcane, a blizzard, and the silence between them. Slowly, they put themselves back together—piece by stubborn piece. word count: 50k (5/7?) teaser: When Viktor finally asks why Jayce stayed behind inside the Anomaly with him, Jayce stares at him as though he’s supremely disappointed by the question— as if Viktor has betrayed his own brilliance by asking something so irredeemably stupid. “How could I not? We’re partners.”

Partners, Jayce calls them. Not for the first time, Viktor wonders: Partners in what? New Chapter - Read from the beginning

[playedcrowd5610]

Can you post the next chapter of Adopticons?

Ask, and you shall receive!

"Rumble and Frenzy can't let Ravage and Laserbeak have all the fun now, can they?''

[praetorqueenreyna]

lovely and lonely, Tamlin/Lucien, Chapter 16

(Read on AO3) (Start from the beginning)

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2 years after the curse

“I’m worried about him,” Andras said with a frown.

Lucien knew who he was talking about. “I know. I am too.”

They were the first two in the dining hall. Slowly, as the dinner hour approached, the other sentries and servants would trickle in. The table, which in the past would be filled to the point of bursting, would now seat a little over a dozen warriors. The meals that had once been boisterous and joyful were now somber. The empty chairs in between clusters of fae produced a silence so loud that they found themselves whispering. Tamlin could make the table smaller, but Lucien suspected that he didn’t to punish himself. To remind himself of what he had sacrificed, and how little they had accomplished.

After Veer’s death, many more followed, like wheat before a scythe. Once a week, the wolf sentires in the human lands were slain. Tamlin felt each and every death, and knew each one was in vain. Most of them were killed by men, others by their own bravery or foolishness. Zahra, one of the first sentries that Lucien had befriended, had gotten entangled in an abandoned tripwire and suffocated when the wire had wrapped around her neck. Lucien had hoped that the constant bad news would dull him to the pain. Instead, he felt each report of another friend lost as heartbreaking as the first.

If the sentries were dispirited, Tamlin was devastated. He barely spoke anymore, not even to Lucien. He spent all his time in his office, doing Cauldron knows what, because he refused to let anybody else in there. Lucien spent every night in Tamlin’s bed, alone, hoping that his High Lord would snap out of it and come back to him. The flowers around the manor were brown, the ivy that crossed over the walls wilted away to nothing. Spring Court was dying, along with its High Lord.

“Can’t you talk to him?”

“I’ve tried. He won’t listen. I barely see him.” Lucien folded his arms on the table and laid his head on them. Although their relationship was a secret from the rest of Prythian, all of the sentries knew about it. Andras was supportive, even if it meant that Lucien didn’t share his bed anymore. It was overwhelming, though, having all of them turn to him in Tamlin’s absence. As if his closeness to Tamlin meant he held the ability to counteract his martyr complex.

“Make him listen. When the rest of us are gone, he won’t have anyone looking out for him, aside from you.”

Lucien lifted his head with a frown. “Don’t talk like that.”

Andras shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

The other sentries began to trickle in, stalling any further conspiring. Tamlin entered the hall, gaunt and haggard. He sat at the head of the table, to the left of Lucien. He met Lucien’s gaze and smiled, and that hadn’t changed. Lucien smiled back. His hand reached out under the table, and Tamlin met it with his own. His grip was strong and sure, however much else about him had faded away.

Their evening meal began each night just after sunset, when the warrior serving as bait for the curse would leave the human realm and begin the journey home. If they survived. If not, Tamlin would inform the remaining guards, and they would bow their heads in mourning before the meal. That day’s sentry had lived, and was on his way back to the manor. He would arrive within the hour, greeted by the meager remains of the noble guard he had once served.

The meal appeared, just as decadent as ever. Alis and the others in the kitchen coped with the constant losses by continuing to make elaborate dishes that could have fed Tamlin’s full contingent. Both Tamlin and Lucien had spoken to them, gently reminding them that they didn’t need to make so much food. Nothing changed, and they figured it wasn’t hurting anybody, so they let it continue.

“A moment.” Tamlin laboriously rose to his feet. His movements were stiff, and Lucien could practically hear his joints creaking. The sentries froze, alarmed by the change in routine. Tamlin tried to give them a reassuring smile, but it came out more like a grimace. Andras shot Lucien a questioning look, and Lucien shrugged his shoulders. He had no idea what this was about.

“The past few years have been hard on us,” Tamlin said. “We have lost many good warriors in a vain attempt to meet the terms of the curse. It’s hard not to blame myself, to see their deaths as futile. I’ve come to realize that we have been given an impossible task. The curse was never meant to be broken.” Tamlin closed his eyes, the admission a physical blow.

“Tamlin…” Lucien started. He didn’t even know what he could say to make things better, but he had to say something. He was silenced by a hand on his shoulder.

“With this in mind, I have made a decision,” Tamlin continued, his voice growing stronger. “I will no longer send you over the wall.”

Incredulous muttering broke out at the table. Lucien was too stunned to speak. Andras was the first to make his voice heard above the crowd.

“You can’t do this,” he demanded. “If we stop, Amarantha wins. Prythian will belong to her.” You will belong to her, was unsaid, but clear in Andras’s stricken expression.

“I’m not giving up. I’m just refusing to play by her rules.” An edge of authority, a reminder that Tamlin was their High Lord, silenced the murmurs. “We will continue to fight, and work to find a way to break the curse on our own. I have made my decision.” He sat down and began to eat, wordlessly declaring the matter closed.

“You could have talked to me about it.” Lucien tried hard not to sound accusatory. He was sure he had failed. He stood in Tamlin’s rooms, arms crossed over his midsection, feeling strangely fragile.

“You would have tried to talk me out of it.”

“Yeah, because it’s a terrible plan. It’s not even a plan. It’s the opposite of a plan.”

“Lucien…”

“So what now? We sit and wait for forty years until she takes you away? Takes all of us away?”

“Lucien—”

“There’s still a chance of breaking the curse. We still want to do it. Why—”

“Lucien, enough!” Tamlin snarled, loud enough that the paintings on the walls shook. He whirled around, eyes wide and claws out. Lucien flinched; Tamlin’s fury had never been turned on him like this. “It’s not going to work! It was never going to work! I can’t keep sending you out there to die for nothing!” With an animalistic roar he slashed at the wall, tearing the wallpaper to ribbons. His chest heaved as he grappled with the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

“Tam, please,” Lucien spoke softly as he reached out and took one of Tamlin’s clawed hands in his own. The High Lord didn’t resist when Lucien pulled him in, cradling him in his arms and resting Tamlin’s head on his shoulder.

“I can’t keep doing this,” Tamlin sobbed, his voice muffled from his face being buried in Lucien’s neck. “They’re my family, and I’m sending them away to die. With them gone, I’ll have nothing. I might as well surrender to Amarantha now.”

Lucien ran one hand in calming circles on Tamlin’s back, desperately wishing there was a way to fix this. “It’s okay,” he lied. “We’ll figure something else out. We’ll break the curse another way.”

Nonsense words of comfort. Still, when Tamlin tilted his face up for Lucien to press gentle kisses against his nose and eyelids, he could almost believe it.

[garugakiller262]

MEREOLEONA IS A FUCKING GOD!!! SHE EMPOWERED BASICALLY EVERYBODY!! B

[cybermellon]

krisp

[time-woods]

all the storyboards/ thumbnails i did for the recent chapter ! really proud of the last 3- went a bit overboard with the bgs there . .

[sherurose]

Armand and Daniel's adventures in 'The story of Daniel, the Devil's Minion or the Boy from Interview with the Vampire.'

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 51!

almost the last fic rec list of the year, can you believe it? like last week, i haven't cross-referenced this list with previous ones, so apologies for any potential double recs!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

before the night fades | MilenaDaniels/@milenadaniels| 8.6k | T

EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night. this fic is one of my favourite outsider povs ever! it does such a wonderful job of capturing our 911 characters as well as fleshing out a lovely cast of ocs <3

chicken alfredo | EiraLloyd/@unlifeira | 4.6k | T

when Helena laughs at the idea that her son is now able to cook well, Buck ropes Eddie into proving her otherwise. this captures the buddie dynamic so so well <3 also made me hungry lol

do you want me (or do you want me dead) | carpediaz/@sofa-king-lame | 2.3k | T

The one where Buck finds out Eddie wears reading glasses and loses his fucking mind over them, and Eddie knows exactly what he's doing. eddie in reading glasses is a VISION holy shit buck is so relatable in this. i love the silly fun!!

emails i can't send | heartbeatdiaz/@lonelychicago | 6k | T

buck should've known better than to let his email account open and then give his computer to a toddler to play with. i love love love the formatting of this one, with the emails and everything <3 so so good!! they're just french angelfish <3

i took a little journey to the unknown | 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon | 4.3k | T

“I-it’s okay, you don’t have to talk,” Buck says and the comforting warmth is back on Eddie’s hand. The only thought that rings clearly through his head is that Buck’s hand is safe. Buck is going to keep him safe. “Just - can you squeeze my hand if you’re awake?” this is just such a lovely fic. i love the character study elements and the hand holding and just <3

in the dark (with the stars) | tawaifeddiediaz/@aashiqeddiediaz | 13k | M

Eddie’s relationship with food, anxiety and cooking, as told through the past and present. eddie's relationship with food in both canon and fanon is absolutely fascinating to me. i loved this take on it so much <3

last first kiss | songbvrd/@songbvrd | 3.4k | GA

Buck tries to say goodbye. Eddie isn't ready. frankly i think the best promo i can give this fic is exactly what i said in my comment here, which is "tim minear better be taking notes" because wow it's just that good <3

lucky boy | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 1.9k | T

In which Buck and Eddie are so bad at being in a secret relationship, but instead of show-typical angst, fluff! secret relationship buddie, the gift that keeps on giving <3 exactly the fic i needed on a cold early bus ride this week!!

platonic co-parents don't kiss like we do | thelikesofus/@thelikesofus | 7.1k | M

5 times other people see Buck and Eddie kiss + 1 time they really mean it. i love love love all these different types of kisses <3 the loveliest buddie fic from the perspective of the firefam!!

take what the water gave me | Daisies_and_Briars/@cal-daisies-and-briars | 20.7k | M

New transfer to the 118, Eddie Diaz, has a secret. And upon getting to know his coworker, Buck, who is also hiding something, he begins to suspect their secret is the same. He's wrong. i've been devouring every little snippet of this fic i've seen on tumblr and i was so so excited to see the full thing land in my inbox! and wow did it not disappoint. such great worldbuilding and such a fantastic characterisation of eddie <3

the bunkroom fic | exvichan | 11.5k | T

The Station 118 bunkroom has witnessed a lot over the years. Private conversations, spats, occasions of affection, joy, and anguish. It’s seen pranks, and games, and camaraderie. It’s even been privy to an unfolding love story or two. It holds the memory of each of these moments. the 118 bunkroom my beloved <3 i love these little moments so much, especially the conversations between the firefam!!

the wayward son | brewrosemilk/@gayhoediaz | 56.9k | E

Eddie misses his son, grows a mustache, pines after his best friend, and becomes a regular at a gay sex club. That last part is either an indulgence or an inevitable, somewhat self-destructive conclusion to several decades worth of compulsory heterosexuality and catholic guilt. Don’t ask him which. i can't even capture the vibe of this fic in just a few lines but holy shit is it brilliant. the most incredibly writing, great characterisation, and also just very hot stuff. an immediate bookmark and new favourite!

[thekendallkathryn]

🎀 princess soobin 🎀

[hauntingofhouses]

We all already know Mizu and Akemi are narrative foils. But you know what? Lemme just say it, here's what I think:

Taigen and Mikio are foils.

Not necessarily to each other as individuals in the way that Mizu and Akemi juxtapose each other, but mostly in the contrast between their relationships with Mizu.

I've covered specific parallels between Taigen and Mikio in other posts I wrote; but as the number of parallels I'm noticing between them keeps piling up, I'm compelled to just compile them all in one post. So! This is, thus, the post in question.

First of all, let's look at their similarities.

1. Their status in society is the same. They are both samurai who lost their honour and have dreams of reclaiming it.

2. They are also both diligent as they strive to achieve this goal, they both care deeply about their work, but here as they begin to contrast, as the work in question and way they go about their goals is different:

For Mikio, his work is in taming and rearing horses; in order to prove himself, he must tame Kai—a willful and strong horse—and present it to his lord. For Taigen, his work is in sword fighting and martial arts; in order to prove himself, he must kill Mizu—a willful and strong swordsman—and present her dead body to his lord.

In the parallel above, not only are Taigen and Mikio contrasting each other, but Mizu and Kai are placed in comparison as well. And of course, Kai is Mizu's horse, and represents her. Which is why, when later, Mikio sells Kai off, it represents the way he is tossing Mizu (and their relationship) aside.

From there, the rest of the details of their character begin to contrast and juxtapose each other more clearly. So let's look at those differences, shall we?

Their backstory:

Mikio was a great samurai who was banished. A somebody to a nobody. Taigen was a fisherman’s son who rose to the top. A nobody to a somebody.

2. The first time we meet them on-screen:

Mikio is an adult. An older man. Mizu's superior in age. He is Mizu's to-be husband. A love interest. Taigen is a child. A young boy. Mizu's peer in age. He is Mizu's bully. An antagonist.

3. Their maturity and growth:

Mikio is mature, but stuck in his ways. Taigen is immature, but capable of changing and learning.

4. Their overall attitude:

Mikio is generally relaxed, easy-going and unfussy. Taigen is uptight, irritable and severe.

5. How they talk to and conduct themselves around Mizu:

Mikio is aloof, soft-spoken, and serious. Taigen is obnoxious, brash, and sarcastic. Mikio is quiet, speaking only when spoken to, even when Mizu turns to smile at him and shows openness to be near him. Taigen is loud, talking while others are silent, even when Mizu turns from him and shows no interest in conversing with him.

Mikio doesn't show much of who he is to Mizu throughout their marriage, despite their growing affection. Taigen openly shares his traumas and life story to Mizu during their brief alliance, despite their mutual antagonism.

6. Their external vs internal selves:

Mikio is calm, gentle, and considerate on the outside. Taigen is hot-headed, rude, and selfish on the outside. Mikio is cowardly and deceitful on the inside. Taigen is brave and loyal to a fault on the inside. Mikio tells Mizu that he wants to know and see all of her. But he scorns and betrays her, the woman he loves. Taigen tells Mizu that he wants to duel and kill him. But he endures torture to not betray him, the man he hates.

9. Their hair, a symbol of their honour:

Mikio's topknot is untied by Mizu during their spar. This humiliation occurs in private, the two of them alone in a rural location where no one can see them. Taigen's topknot is cut off by Mizu during their duel. This humiliation occurs in public, the two of them being watched by many others in the Shindo Dojo.

10. Their power dynamic with Mizu:

Mikio believes he is Mizu's mentor. He teaches her to throw knives, how to ride and care for horses, and about the tactical benefits of using a naginata. Taigen believes he is Mizu's equal. He views Mizu as a samurai like himself who received all the same teachings he did, and who possesses the same values.

11. Their perceptions of Mizu:

Mikio sees Mizu's feminine side first. He sees her as sweet and gentle, but also clumsy and incompetent. Taigen sees Mizu's masculine side first. He sees her as terrifying and deadly, but also strong and skilled.

12. The way they approach sparring with Mizu:

Mikio only spars with Mizu once. As the fight progresses and she is beating him, he tries to put a stop to it. When she teases/provokes him, he starts taking the fight personally and seriously, finding no enjoyment in it. Taigen spars and brawls with Mizu all the time. No matter how many times Mizu beats him, he doesn't back down. When Mizu challenges him with a chopstick, he is eager to compete with her and gladly rises up to the challenge.

Mikio and Mizu's one and only spar is a friendly match; Mizu is smiling and having fun while he grows increasingly frustrated. Taigen and Mizu's last-seen spar is a playful wrestling match; both him and Mizu are having fun and laughing.

Mikio cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, so he scorns her and walks off, avoiding her thereafter. When Taigen cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, he follows her to observe her moves and continues training in hopes to eventually beat her. After being bested by Mizu once, Mikio leaves her and sells the horse he'd previously gifted to her. After many times losing to Mizu and fighting alongside her, Taigen commends her and admits she is better than him.

13. When Mizu pins them down in a friendly spar:

Mikio sees Mizu's whole face objectively. Taigen stares at Mizu's mouth and eyes.

Mikio gets angry when she kisses him, throwing her off of him and snapping at her, calling her a monster. Taigen gets aroused, apologising, so she pulls herself off of him.

14. Mizu's blue meteorite sword is a reflection of her soul. She believes most are undeserving to face it, let alone hold it. And on that note:

Mikio is the first person (chronologically) that Mizu fights against using her sword. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) that Mizu fights against with her sword. Mikio is the first person (chronologically) to ever hold her sword, as she passes it to him, letting him wield it. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) to ever hold her sword, as she passes out, and he picks it up and carries it for her.

15. Then, last but not least, in Fowler's fortress, when she is drugged and in pain, she hears Ringo's voice in the dungeon. She then follows it to an open cell:

Mizu first sees Mikio as a hallucination, the sight of him haunting her and causing her to lose her grip on reality. Her eyes glow a surreal blue to represent this. Her Mama appears then and says Mizu's name accusingly.

Mizu then sees Taigen, but he is real, the sight of him a relief and grounding her back to reality. Her eyes return to their normal blue colour to represent this. Taigen looks at Mizu weakly and says her name softly.

Then, later, when facing Fowler, her revenge awaiting her, she instead chooses to follow her conscience (represented by Ringo's voice in her mind), putting aside her vengeance for a time, in order to save Taigen.

So that's basically all the ones I've noticed so far, but even then, I feel there's already so much that forms a contrast between these two.

What makes it especially incredible about these juxtapositions is that Mikio was Mizu's husband, the man she had fallen in love with, the one person she had ever been intimate with, the man who made her begin to accept herself, to put down her desire for vengeance and instead live a life of peace and happiness.

So for Taigen to have so many parallels with him... Do you see what I'm saying here!

Not to mention that Mizu clearly already has some burgeoning attraction to him, as indicated by how she thinks of him when asked about her desires. And Taigen clearly has shown interest as well (see: him getting a boner after their spar, him holding her hand and telling her, "We're not done yet.").

And on the topic of speculating future possibilities of this relationship, this post by @stromblessed has pointed out yet another parallel between Taigen and Mikio:

Mizu promises Taigen to meet him for their duel in autumn. Mizu fell in love with Mikio and duelled him during autumn.

With all that said, I do believe Mizu and Taigen's relationship is definitely hurtling towards something. But whether they will actually end up together in a sustainable relationship and have a happily ever after? Well, that is a whole other story; we'll just have to wait and see.

[detectivekirigirislays]

people compare damianya and twiyor and battle out which one has more development but people need to realize that damian and anya had a long way to go to establish a proper friendship with one another while loid and yor were already married SINCE DAY 1.

chapter 96 was necessary for damian and anya's friendship because it literally shows that anya has now a better understanding of damian's point of view and is now actually SEEING HIM FOR WHO HE IS. chapter 96 may definitely be the literal foundation of their friendship (and blossoming romance perhaps). i did notice that she started understanding more about the desmond family's situation during the meeting of donovan arc and the other chapters where she comes face-to-face with his family members, but this chapter just highlights on how much she's ACTUALLY OBSERVED damian and his family and how this actually affects him. she sees his loneliness and sympathizes with that.

besides that, loid and yor had their own moment to shine throughout the arc where they "fought" over having gripes, and chapter 86 was one of the most prominent chapters to show how much they've developed in their marriage. this chapter imo was definitely a changing point in the relationship of loid and yor because without even realizing it, loid is COMFORTABLE WITH HIS FAMILY. he is comfortable WITH YOR. and as much as he tries to fight this feeling, his body reacts differently, and who can really deny how their body actually feels? surely loid can't. also, this also helps yor with actually opening up to loid about how she wants loid to rely on her more, and i think it was so comforting that yor willingly offers herself to be a supporting pillar to him because she acc observes that he works so hard for them.

i could go on for hours about chapter 86 and 96 honestly 😭

[feyhunter78]

Among The Sun

Description: The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. Emperor Miguel and his armies have scoured the land, and now they have set their sights on your kingdom. Will you fall to the Demonborn's blade, or will a strange connection between you and Miguel turn the tides of fate? Ch 2

The castle is abuzz with gossip and fear, words passed along in secret, gates closed, doors bolted. You press your back to the wall, the heavy curtain hiding you from the servants passing by. No one will tell you anything, simply bid you to dress and make yourself presentable as if there was to be a banquet, or a ball, not a potential siege.

“I’ve heard he’s coming from the West, that he set fire to the River Atraites, that his men—his armies of demons marched upon the flames.” One says, her voice hushed and filled with fear.

“No, he is coming from the East, the mountains bowed to him and allowed him passage through.” Another whispers, stronger but still afraid.

The Conqueror, the Ravager of Lands, He who deals in blood and war. He would be arriving soon if the rumors were to be believed, and you are no fool, you believe them.

You don’t know much about the Conqueror, your only information comes from rumors or war reports, neither of which are helpful. The rumors come from pleasurehouses, fanciful tales of the emperor storming in, scouring the establishment and searching for a woman with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. If one cannot be found, he is said to destroy the place, leaving terrifying claw marks and scorched bodies in his wake. If one can be found, the rumors say her cries of pleasure can be heard throughout the town and that she emerges from the encounter with only faint pleasant memories.

The war reports tell a different tale. They speak of him as merciless, tearing through men as if they are parchment, his armies moving as a perfect unit, no breaks, no faults, only skilled, relentless ruin. He is said to have claws and fangs, some say he has horns like a ram, and his eyes glow crimson. He is a terrifying sight to behold, half monster, half man, an abomination that has set half the continent ablaze.

You wait until their footsteps pass then slip from behind the curtain, hurrying down the hall to the throne room where your father, mother, and three brothers are set to gather. Instead, you stumble upon a horrid scene. Your father and brothers lie on the marble floor, bloodied and unmoving, your mother is draped over your eldest brother’s body, wailing wretchedly.

“Traitors to the crown, they have done this.” She shrieks, clinging to his body.

You’re frozen, staring at the carnage before you. True, you had no real fondness for your eldest brother, the gap between your ages was too far to bridge, but the others at least made an effort.

“What—what are we to do? Mother, you are queen, the Conqueror will be here, he will offer you what he offers every other window, you must be prepared.” You tell her, rushing to her side and attempting to pull her from your brother’s body.

She refuses to budge, shrugging you off. “I will not, he will not come here, we have nothing to offer.”

Your kingdom is not small, in fact it’s quite large, a port town, but your mother is right, it holds nothing that the Conqueror doesn’t already have. He has already captured the agricultural kingdoms, the larger trade kingdoms, and those who boast their stores of wealth and gems. His own lands that far-flung empire that declared him ruler after a bloody and horrid event, is rich in resources, the soil, and cities still boasting the remnants of Arcana. It is a wealthy and powerful force, wielded like an obsidian sword by the Conqueror.

“You do not know that, please, either we stay, and you take up your crown, or we flee to the ships.” You’re tugging on her arm, already formulating an escape route. But would you make it in time?

Your mother says nothing, only continues to weep and holds out her hand for her fallen crown. She has made her choice; she will doom you both to die here.

Your kingdom has fallen, the gates forced open, the crowns of your father and brothers thrown to the ground, their bodies lying beside them. There is no time to clean the throne room, you’ve received the reports, the Conqueror is mere minutes away.

The emperor is cruel, monstrous, a vile, wicked man who care only for conquest. You have heard the rumors, the whispers as his armies march across the lands, leaving death and destruction in their wake. And now he would be coming here, to give your mother the very same choice he gave to each former queen. Bend the knee, pay tribute, or watch your kingdom burn. Dozens of kingdoms have refused and burned, but your mother is not a warrior, she weeps over your father and brothers, laments their loss as your kingdom crumbles around you.

When the Conqueror comes, you fear the choice she will make, fear the rumors of the horrors that await those kingdoms gifted to the murderous emperor. You do not wish for your land to become a territory of the ravager, a sacrifice to the blood-soaked demon, Miguel the Conqueror, the Relentless, the Merciless, but you fear your mother will have no choice.

Miguel is bored, his fingers tangled in the hair of another whore as she moans, her face shoved into the pillows as she helplessly tries to fuck back on him. He has her bent over the bed, thrusting mindlessly as he starts out the window at this kingdom’s castle.

She is skilled, he will not deny it, but Miguel doesn’t simply desire skill, he desires the woman from his memories and dreams.

He lets out a long sigh and closes his eyes trying to picture you, his soulmate, his horizon, with your soft skin and stunning smile, the lilt of your voice, your tantalizing smell. He groans as the image forms, crystalline fractured fantasies, flashes of you, snatches of memories.

“Fuck, mi vida, you feel so good, wonderful, you are wonderful, my empress.” He sighs, his free hand settling on your—the whore’s hip, steadying himself before he pounds into her, picturing how pretty you’d look, grasping at the silken sheets he’s procured for you, whining as he smooths a hand down your spine.

You’d be so sweet for him, clinging to him as he fucks you, your pretty eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted so perfectly. He misses when he would see you in his dreams, when he would hold you for a moment before you disappeared like sand slipping through his fingers. Now all he sees when he sleeps is darkness, exhaustion hitting him like a horse.

“Please, Your Majesty, harder.” She begs, lifting her head from the mattress.

Her voice rips him from his fantasy, and he pulls out, tucking himself back into his breeches. “I asked you not to speak.”

She looks back at him, and he regrets not compelling her. She looks so much like you, the closest he’s found, but he shouldn’t have taken the chance.

He grabs her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “You will remember none of this, only that you did your job and was paid handsomely for it.”

She nods, her shoulders drooping, eyes glazing over as his spell takes hold.

Miguel sighs and arranges her comfortably on the bed before leaving more than enough gold for her rudimentary services.

As he trudges down the stairs of the brothel, he’s met by his advisor, Lyla. She’s still in full armor except for those oddly shaped glasses that cover her eyes.

“It’s time.” She says, nodding towards the door.

Another kingdom to burn or capture, another fruitless search. Have the gods not dammed him enough? Have they not stricken him with this unholy visage, with these demonic powers, with a life of misery and death? You, you are the one he searches for, in your arms he will finally find rest, and if not, he will ensure it is so. There will be no kingdom for you to run to, no lands untouched by him, no bounty great enough to pull you from him, no powers beyond the divine will separate you, and even then, he has always desired to fight the gods.

He will offer this kingdom’s queen the choice he offers all others, waiting as they cower in fear, his eyes searching their court for you. But you are never there, and his anger only grows.

Perhaps this time will be different? Gabi would be fond of this land, would enjoy the flowers and streams. He prays that is a good sign.

TL: @not-aya, @belos-simp69, @deputy-videogamer, @sxnasbitch, @maxi-ride, @minimari415, @syndrlla97, @gejo333, @lady-necromancer

[youkaigakkou-tl]

Random assortment of Yohaji news

Episode 1 preview images and synopsis have been released!

Synopsis: "Cowardly teacher Abe Haruaki is assigned to Hyakki Academy, a school full of youkai. He takes his first steps as a teacher, surrounded by monstrous teachers and students of all kinds! In order to take a class photo with all the students, he looks for the shut-in zashiki warashi, Beniko, but…?!"

Also, Amaaki and Ebisu VAs announced!

Abe Amaaki: Gakuto Kajiwara

Ebisu Isaburou: Ryōhei Kimura

Also, a clearer image of the bonus coasters for this month's G-Fantasy!

[celestisnothere]

Did one for ch251 I NEED TO DO ONE FOR CHAPTER 252

Because WHAT THE FUCK

VERY LONG POST AHEAD!!

HEAVY 252 SPOILERS!!!

LIKE WE DID HAVE SOME ANSWERS ABOUT THE WHOLE ALLEN SITUATION

BUT THE FUCK YOU MEAN "LAVI" WAS THERE?????

IS THAT "LAVI" OUR LAVI?

Like knowing the power Apocryphos has and how that's how Past!Allen became our Allen w/o remembering. It could very much be that it was Our!Lavi and just shared that same fate bc he got hit in the aftermath when trying to save Past!Allen as this chapter just showed us

But also since "Lavi" is just a name Bookman gave to their successor for the mission, it could be they aren't the same Lavi.

BUT it's too much of a coincidence both "Lavi"s had the same name when meeting their respective Allen's so....... The Bookman knew what he was doing when he gave Our!Lavi the "Lavi" name for the Black Order mission, that Old Man.

ALSO if it turns out to be Our!Lavi and just got hit (which would explain why the Bookman spent years finding the "new" successor).

LIKE IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE!

Bc we saw that other!Lavi (to call him something) didn't wear a eyepatch and had a huge scar over the eye that Our!Lavi covers with an eyepatch.

Bc we know form the previous chapter that the Bookman took Our!Lavi as successor when he saw his eye (the eyepatch covered one) bc it had some sort of marking (almost literal words) that marked him as the Bookman Successor.

So the years the Bookman spent looking for his new successor, he was actually looking for the same successor and when he saw Our!Lavi as a kid, he actually saw the scar and *realized* that the kid was the successor that deflected all those years ago (since the other!Lavi deflected after meeting nea and wanted to offer himself as his new host).

BUT IF ALL THAT IS TRUE IT STILL DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY THERE'S A 20-SOMETHING YEARS GAP (35years in our current timeline minus Our!Lavi's age) BETWEEN THAT HAPPENING AND THE BOOKMAN FINDING OUR!LAVI AS A 6YO AND TAKING HIM IS AS THE NEW SUCCESSOR

NOR THE ALSO 20-SOMETHING GAP (35years in our current timeline minus Our!Allen's age) BETWEEN IT AND OUR!ALLEN BEING AT THE CIRCUS AS RED (SINCE HE WAS AROUND 5YO IIRC).

Because the whome de-aging only took moments (minutes at most) or so it seemed.

Unless that's what seemed to us and it actually took several years just in stasis for some sort of Innocence wacky explanation.

AND NOW I HAVE TO WAIT 3 MONTHS OR SO FOR MORE ANSWERS?????

EITHER WAY NO MATTER WHAT A WIN FOR ME SPECIFICALLY BECAUSE

LONG HAIRED LAVI IS CANON!!!

ALSO LET ME POST A SIDE-BY-SIDE OF OTHER!LAVI AND OUR!LAVI BC I AM STRAING AT THE SIMILARITIES

And the SIDE-BY-SIDE WITH THE OUR!LAVI LOOK THAT MSKES ME THINKS THE POSSIBILITIES LF THEM BEING THE SAME PERSON ARE VERY HIGH

LIKE AM I BEING CRAZY OR DO THEY LOOK VERY VERY SIMILAR DOWN TO THE FUCKING EARINGS????

[defiledtomb]

Chapter 3 (and a little of chapter 4, hehe) is up on my Patreon! Near 5k words of Leith being a terrible man, taking the healer for dinner, stealing kisses and scheming for justice. Peep a sneak peek below!

He could hear the distant murmur of voices spilling from taverns, the clinking of tankards echoing in the alleys, dancing together with the earthy scent of wet stone and overripe fruit that had fallen from the market stalls. He dreamt, about dancing with her. A slow dance, on a balcony somewhere, her head tucked under his chin, lips against his throat. Tongue, and nakedness, and nothing else. Fuck.

Eventually, he pushed the door open, the creak a reluctant confession, a statement of inevitability. The warmth pulled him forward, the scent of her herbs enveloping him with a calm: the eye of the storm. She was there, hunched over her workbench, a collection of glass vials and herbs strewn about, an artist’s palette. He shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back against her wall. He murmured her name, like a prayer. Like amen.

“You’re here,” she said, like a question, and it tugged on a string tied in his chest.

“You’re there,” an answer.

She turned, her eyes lanterns in the dark, alive and bright, flickering across his features. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He smiled, a little crooked thing, a hook in the corner of his mouth. Caught. “Just the usual hauntings.” The words were gravel in his mouth. He felt like spitting again. Instead, he said, to get it over with, “They’re gone. Riven will never be plagued by Mina’s parents again.”

“Good,” she said, hissing red-hot like a brand. “Screw my oath. May their souls never find peace.”

It never ceased to amaze him, the way she was there, both feet planted on the ground, reliable, sturdy, unwavering. She was good, even when her mood was foul. He felt like she was what he could cling to in a storm. Like maybe, if there always was her, he would somehow survive. And other times, he thought that she was the entire purpose. Of everything. Her, and her lips, and her frown.

[dannypuro]

Chapters: 5/6 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables), Les Amis de l'ABC Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Time Travel Fix-It, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Established Relationship, Cultural Differences, Psychological Trauma, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Miscommunication, Domestic Fluff Series: Part 2 of Something Telling Summary:

Enjolras starts acting weird on December first.

(In retrospect, Grantaire figures he probably should have, like, thought about that a little bit more, but, well, nobody ever said he was smart.)

 AKA, the Something Telling Christmas Fic, wherein Enjolras learns a little more about the 21st century, Grantaire learns a little more about relationships, and they both fall a little bit more in love with one another.