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[th3-r4t-k1ng]

Mike Wheeler Power AU

this has been on my mind for a while; i might try and write it myself-

Mike Wheeler who cant die, Mike Wheeler who can see and talk and interact with ghosts.

(Think like Klaus from the umbrella academy.)

Mike Wheeler who is #13 from Hawkins lab but never showed any powers outwardly so the lab gets rid of him via adoption, they figure he's too young to remember anything from the lab anyway, and if he's living in Hawkins they can monitor him just in case powers do pop up.

Except no powers pop up and at 13 they figure 'He's a normal kid with a very active imagination and no powers' and so they drop the surveillance and focus on El (self explanatory), and Will once back from the upside down and has more promise power wise the Mike ever did in their eyes.

Mike grows up adopted by the Wheelers who thought Karen, who was having fertility problems, wouldn't ever be able to give them a second child like they wanted (Holly was their miracle baby after Mike) They 'Love' him, provide for him, try to connect with him; but its hard; He's hard to connect with.

Mike has an 'overactive imagination' and new imaginary friends pop up each week, The Wheelers think he's being rude when he tells them his newest imaginary friend is a older man named Mr. Charlie; Karen tells him to stop making fun of their old neighbour's death. Mike was never aware he passed.

Mike always seems to know things he shouldn't, like how the late Mrs. Johnson had a drug problem or that Miss Read had passed away in her sleep before the general populace knew she was dead.

Ted tells Karen something is wrong with Mike; that maybe they were wrong to adopt. When Mike brings up his dead grandmother who Karen never talks about she agrees, They take him to a exorcist, they take him to church regularly and slowly Mike gets 'fixed'

Mike is 13 when he first figures out something about him isnt quite right.

When he jumps from the quarry El can't catch him and he falls. He finds himself in a barren white space with a tall women who takes him in her arms and promises everything will be alright. He wakes up on edge of the quarry, El and Dustin looming over him, Dustin crying and yelling and El giving him a look he cant quite decipher.

El 'saved' him, at least thats what Dustin thinks; in reality El brought what should have been his corpse back atop the quarry, and she is very confused as to how Mike survived.

El still disappears, and Mike is left alone with no one to help him figure out what's going on. He cant ask his parents, he doesn't trust or know how to contact Owens so he acts normal and focuses on Will. The quarry death incident is pushed to the back of his mind once he realizes something is wrong with Will and from there things progress like canon until he finds El with Hopper.

Mike still breaks down and gets mad at Hopper, then he's reunited with El.

(in my mind El and Mike don't really get involved romantically, when he's with her he's more focused on trying to figure out how the fuck he didn't die and who the lady in white space is.)

(I suppose you could imagine this with whatever romantic pairing for Mike you want, I prefer Byler; however you can imagine mileven if you want, you do you)

S2&3 progress similar to canon; Max & Billy show up, however Mike still plays D&D with Will and doesn't brush if off like he did in the show, its a good distraction from everything else.

Then things start going sideways with the mindflayer, Mike gets overwhelmed with how many people are being possessed; the mindflayer basically pushes the soul out of its body and suddenly Mike is seeing tons of souls that shouldn't be souls, He realizes something is really wrong when he sees double of Will & Billy (possessed body and wandering soul)

Mike can't really talk to the souls of the mindflayers victims till they die, thats kinda of when he realizes that the people he sees are ghosts.

Will & El move, Mike sends letters to El about his maybe powers, he doesn't send letters to Will trying to call daily instead, Joyces job holds up the line, he wont send letters to Will though, focused on trying to figure himself out, and he can never figure out how to write letters to Will well, they always end up too intimate (insert lettergate here lol)

Will & Mikes family assume he's dating El, He still joins hellfire and still plans to go to california. Max still pulls away, deals with Vecnas curse, Lucas & her are still broken up, Chrissy still dies in Eddies trailer starting the manhunt and Vecna arc.

However Vecna targets Mike first; noesbleeds, hallucinations, the whole nine yards. Mike flouts, his bones break and he dies.

Instead of the tall woman in whitespace Mike ends up having a flashback to the lab; he sees himself with El and 01 and the other numbers; #13 tattooed on pale white skin. He sees his adoption after the scientists determined he had no powers. He sees one of them burn the tattoo off him before he's adopted by the Wheelers.

He wakes up in a pool of his own blood knowing more about himself then he ever has, he understands himself better now.

Then he gets shipped off to California.

(This is a rough draft, this has also been eating away at my brain for the past few days. I will be writing more, and refining it. If you wanna use this to write something please do, then tag me, i wanna read it. Also expect more little bits from this AU. I have gotten very attached)

Theres a second part now

[achilleanwizard]

Hello?? Please share some of that fic I need to read about Alexander's million dollar budget bad cooking

That is such a good idea! I'm saving million dollar budget cooking for a day when my brain wants something to write

As for the egg white fic, this is all I have so far. I don't know what else to do with it. Warning that it is pretty old, and unedited.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to put that many eggs in?” Ortega asks, leaning over your shoulder to watch as you stir the cupcake mix.

“Yes. I do know how to read, you know.” You hate it when she hovers like this. “It said three white eggs.”

She goes quiet. Julia Ortega is never quiet.

“What?” You turn your head to see her trying not to laugh. Uh oh.

“You mean egg whites.”

“Yeah? That’s what I said.”

“Egg whites are the clear part. You didn’t put the yolk in too, did you?” Now she’s definitely grinning at you.

Oh. That… does make a little more sense, now that you think about it. You were wondering why they wanted you to separate the eggs. Not that you’re going to admit that out loud.

“Don’t worry about it. We already have enough cupcakes to feed an army.” She reassures you, and kisses you on the cheek. Which you promptly rub off.

That only coaxes a chuckle from her, but at least she’s not right behind you anymore. No, now she’s suspiciously close to the chocolate.

“Hey!” You abandon your mixing bowl in favor of following Ortega. “If I can’t eat any until Daniel gets back, then you can’t either.”

“I’m not the one who ate all the sweets we were going to use for the decorations.”

“That’s not my fault.” You cross your arms. Those mini chocolate chips had practically been begging you to eat them. “No one told me anything about baking cupcakes until a few hours ago.”

“It’s your birthday.” The same one she coaxed out of you all those years ago. “Did you think we would just forget about it?”

“Yes.”

“Tough luck. Now help me put frosting on the rest of these.”

Well, there are worse punishments.

[getindumdums]

Hiya! I’ve recently started watching 87 tmnt (out of order, but so far haven’t run into any issues with that), and I was wondering if you had any specific episodes you’d recommend? Whether it’s because it’s got really good writing or it gives a good understanding of a specific character or it’s just generally enjoyable - whatever the reason may be, I’d be interested to hear. So far it’s been a really fun time and I’m excited to keep watching!

Ohhh! Ok. So let’s see… you definitely want to watch the 1st season, it’s only 5 episodes. I think I’m gonna recommend too many here… But!

Splinter No More

The Big Blow Out (has my favorite Brains and Brawn moment) though you may need to watch the previous episode or two since this is a season finale and you might be a bit confused

(Enter the RatKing, Enter the Fly, Return of the Fly, Invasion of the Punk Frogs, Leatherhead Terror of the Swap, 50 Foot Irma, Casey Jones Outlaw Hero, Yusagi Yojimbo, Michelangelo Meets Mondo Gecko, Raphael Meets his Match (Mona Lisa), Slash the Evil Turtle from Dimension X, all seem like good episodes since you see these characters in other iterations.)

The Making of Metalhead (I really like this one)

Take Me To Your Leader, The Four Musketeers, Leo vs Tempestra, Leonardo Lightens Up, Beware the Lotus

Splinter Vanishes

Cowabunga Shredhead

The Big Cufflink Caper

Donatello’s Duplicate, and Night of the Dark Turtle (also the episode with Triceratons)

Dirk Savage Mutant Hunter, Combat Land, Invasion of the Krangazoids, Shredder Triumphant

I love a few of the Red Sky episodes like Cry H.A.V.O.C! And Cyber-Turtles! But they do attempt more of a serialized story here. So I would watch from the beginning.

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There’s a bunch of other episodes I want to see like Raphael Knocks Them Dead, Back to the Egg, Adventures in Turtle Sitting, Michelangelo Meets Bugman, Enter Mutagen Man, What’s Michelangelo Good For, BugMan, Planet of the Turtloids part 1&2

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I’ve referenced The Ninja Sword of Nowhere, Raphael Turtle of a Thousand Faces, and I plan to reference Donatello Makes Time, sort of in a future chapter

@iztarshi @snoftshell-snurtle @yellowhollyhock @pumpkinpie59

In case you want to add some ideas!

[only-shadows-dwell-where-we-are]

Redwood Psychiatric Institute Masterlist

Collage made by me

Rowan Murdock is a young journalist investigating into an old psychiatric hospital on the outside of town.

The next thing he knows, he's waking up in the very same Redwood Psychiatric Insititute. He's told he is a patient there, and his name is actually James Lawton.

Rowan - or is it James? - is forced to grapple with everything he thought he knew, to try to figure out the real thruth for himself. No matter how terrifying the truth may be.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Please note - I don't write about any of this stuff with the intention to hurt or trigger those suffering from different mental illnesses. As someone who has had their struggle with mental illness, I write these kinds of stories to show the very real fear of institutionalisation and the stigma that is associated with it. If it triggers you, please just don't read it. This is just my way of coping and writing a story that I enjoy writing.

Taglist:

@jazatronasmr @onthishamsterwheel @bumpthumpwhump @bloodsweatandpotato @whatiswhump @jancameforthewhump @dream-whump @ratking-whump @inkstainsonmyhands12 @halstead-shaw13 @sparrowsage @sowhumpful @whatwhumpcomments @caspersdelusion @sowhumpful @everythingsscary

[githjanken]

related to that last post i’ve been wanting to write something original that makes me feel the way my favourite media makes me feel, and the more i figure out the mechanisms behind things i enjoy in media, the more i can reverse engineer something.

which might be a weird way to approach writing but man, sometimes you just gotta kickstart the process by just letting the concept brainworms form their own brainworm ratking or whatever

[serpocalypse]

Been a bit since my last proper post, and returning with another au.

Now showcasing : one of the first aus that started the spiral that would eventually be the 61 seri

A simple swap au [art by @savbugsnax] of a now happily ended group rp campaign.

This seris does not have a doctorate, money, or a social safety net. This man crawled onto the expedition boat and scampered off into the woods when found. While eventually becoming social enough to join town, he remains both reclusive and 'odd'.

He has a pet snaquiri who is named tipsy topsy, bound around his hip by a segment of camping rope.

This au is actually connected to a secondary au and one of my first horror aus for bugsnax. 'RATKING'.

Swap seris here goes too far during a late night binge on the beach, and finds himself falling apart while wrapped around by numerous ropes (all holding different snax), the struggle of the myriad treats trying to separate and pull apart leaves a snaksquatch like amalgam wandering the shore, covered in blue mold like furr and buzzing in a hive of multiple agonized broken shapes. Cracked glass, candy shards, ripped umbrella paper, and a half-voice rising from the harmony in the panicked chaos. 'Snnnaqiri-s' this rat King has never been properly depicted, but I think some of my more in depth writings do him justice.

[wishamongtheflowers]

Sanctuary

Built through materials and wishful knowledge I made a place where I'd feel free. An old asylum left to rot now, is a home for me. The ghosts I see here seem to enjoy the new doors to close and windows to open. I respect them by leaving some parts untouched by my hands. It's nice to have some paranormal company out there in the forest.

I yet wonder if I'm truly safe and free. Am I human? Is there a fine line I crossed to lose everything I knew.

I'm still the singer.

I still sing. Even now.

Through the pain.

The sorrowful grieving.

The madness I keep in a locked box where a ratking is held.

I'm such a fine line. I can't even explain my own thoughts to myself.

I've lost myself the moment I had died.

And all I can do still is sing. Sing a song of grieving, groveling in every lyric to which comes through with vengeance of rose's thorns. I bleed so I can write the song so he can hear.

He always loved my voice. I'd get praised for anything with my voice. No matter how elegant or grotesque I get him entranced. I can still feel the need to hear his praise.

Alas, he's gone. His memories specifically. I hold them and keep them warm so I can return them when he wishes. I check on the memories often. Tending them with love, care, and understanding.

I wish he'll return. It's not in my hands, it's all in his.

[clemencie]

2/21/23 - 2/28/23

1. Madvillainy - Madvillain

Been writing a verse to Sickfit which I most likely won’t keep but I find it surprising I’ve yet to hear anyone rap over that beat. Honestly it’s probably better that way.

2. Cold Cuts - Subjxct 5 & Wiki

Can’t get enough. “My Life” stays on repeat. One of the only songs over 5 min. that I have to play over and over again.

3. Half God - Wiki

4. Wiki93 - RATKING

5. Renaissance Man - MIKE

6. Thousand Knives - Ryuichi Sakamoto

My real proper introduction to his music. Really liking what I hear. Can already tell this guys discography is gonna be vast and a treasure trove for samples.

7. RICHtual by Maat Petrova of FEMMAGIC

Had a friend recommend this to me. They said they listened to it every morning as it’s basically just an album of affirmations over instrumentals. Not really my thing but I can see it being empowering for some.

8. Illmatic - Nas

Just felt nostalgic on the bus and had to revisit some songs. I’m not a hip hop scholar but I really don’t know many other rappers around that time that had multisyllabic rhymes as complex as Nas. “Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages”.

Notice how he rhymes “prosperous”, “cops could just” and “hostages” while internally rhyming “dangerous” and blamin’ us”. Really cool stuff when you color code the rhyme scheme like that.

9. Posseshot - Posseshot

Melbourne hip hop. Unashamed to say I love it. Certain songs will never get old.

[goqmir]

i spent hours and hours of my brainpower and life working on this today and holy shit everyone i think i COOKED. i created a bottom-up (thank u for reminding me of that term @ratking-usurper it really grounded and focused my thoughts on this) setting for my custom set that not only uses color pairs and color trios in interesting ways that id like to tentatively tout as never-before-seen in a set but furthermore successfully accomplishes my goal of at least thematically (if not mechanically!) de-emphasizing the allied color pairs and emphasizing the enemy color pairs. i think i fucking did it everyone i think i did so good. im not gonna share my notes yet because 1) theyre still cooking and im not done with some of the rough descriptions yet 2) im tired and literally have what seems to be approaching a migraine with how much thought ive put into this today (basically 12 hours of on and off work) and 3) i decided to write all this out in fucking. PAINT 3D like the dumbest yoshi ALIVE so i need to figure out how to put it into actual real text instead of a fucking .jpg on my computer. but just know i am proud as fuck of the interesting things ive been able to accomplish with the magic the gathering color pairs today

now that ive gotten a very very solid start on the custom mtg set by designing out with wren some interesting mechanics and color pair archetypes, i need to determine like, the flavor and place we're in here. we designed the theory and theme of the set (based around 5 keywords each given to the enemy color pairs, with the allied color pair archetypes kind of scrapped together with what the colors cared about, to create a set designed to showcase the enemy pairs at the forefront) but like. i need to design a world now or at least some basic ideas like where we are and who is here. and thats hard

[northern-passage]

Hi kit how are you? :chinhands:

I can't remember if this was asked and I don't have the energy to fight with tumblr search but about what age did mc leave for Black Iron?

i've never said an exact age, but in my head the hunter is between 25-27 and was about 10 or 11 when they were recruited, while their sibling was about 4 or 5. give or take a few years 🤷

[mrs-veilmont]

Hi!! I love your blog so much! Can you tell me ur favorite mcl blogs?

Thank you!!! Well, there is sooo many blogs I really looove, I am sure I can never stop adding names in this list.

Very first people I saw here, I like their blogs so much, they have their own unique style <3 @magic-belodie @idolcandy @melodyalanaroster @teaparti @tellmeburrito @airheadcandy @maybewecantstopmiley

@sandlermewatson My friend from OUR POOR SERVER���All this years couldn't separate us, I like her style of using her blog~

And I love interacting with them sooo much!;~ @one-last-puku (especially with picrew ones)

@louis-ratking (you never miss any of my posts and that's so cute:'))

@castielhereforyou (we have same vibe;;))

@marchiveeee (her amazing writing👌)

@black-parade-phantom (has greatest humor, an adorable Castiel stan✌)

[th3-r4t-k1ng]

More Power Mike AU

so this is a lose idea of how the party (+ others) find out Mike has powers.

El is the first to find out, she knows something is up when Mike is relatively unharmed after he jumps, Then Mike tells her about it straight up trying to get help from the only other powered person he knows.

Will, Jonathan & Argyle find out together in the van ride back to Hawkins; Mike gets shot and he dies in the back seat of the van after giving Will vague instructions not to bury him, Mike later comes too it while the cali crew is stopped to bury the agent and he explains.

Nancy is next to know, because Vecna knows and he torments her by torturing Mike repeatedly in the vision shes showed.

Max finds out next, or well, her ghost does. after Vecnas attack that lands her in the coma her soul can roam around and Mike sees her, She sees Mike. (Once she wakes up she still retains the knowledge that Mike sees dead people)

In my mind Lucas, Dustin and the others would have either been filled in by the Cali Crew mentioning how Mike died in the back of the pizza van; Or Argyle mentions it speaking directly to Mike in front of the rest. Or they find out in what would be season five, they'd be told right at the start, Maybe then El starts 'training' Mike, trying to awaken secondary powers like telekinesis and stuff.

My brain child isnt that developed yet, and im rewatching stranger things to try and cobble together a fair amount of canon stuff too.

(previous part)

[ratkingsbread]

Hello my fellow Danganronpa fans I would like to start opening up x reader request for well Danganronpa sadly I will only do x readers :( I don't write : lemons 🍋 but I do write fluff ✨ I don't really use Tumblr often. And I'm pretty snail pace slow 🐌 so it might take a Little longer to upload but never fear I will try my best to stay on track with uploading 👑🐭💖 you can request any and all Danganronpa characters and don't be scared to request more than one 💜. Have a good day/night and RATKING OUT 👑🐭✨

[achilleanwizard]

“I Know You”

Fandom: Fallen Hero, Chargestep

Word Count: 1552 (AO3)

Warnings: Cursing, Mild violence

Notes: I wanted to try my hand at writing a fight scene. From a randomly generated prompt (x) : “I know you. I know where you live.”

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You made a mistake. You got too cocky. Too impatient.

There must be some sort of silent alarm you missed. Or the plans you’d plucked from that security guard’s mind were faulty. You should know by now not to pry sensitive information from the new guy.

Can’t think about ‘what-if’s’ now though. Not while you’re busy weaving through marble statues, gaining some much needed distance before you slide behind a large sculpture, narrowly missing the next bolt of lightning.

It’s more to catch your breath than anything. Your armor is specifically made to handle Ortega’s electricity, and you’ve had plenty of time to get used to how it handles. This light show of her’s is little more than static shock to you.

“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, you know.” Her voice bounces off the high ceiling. Not trying to hide then, but if she’s the distraction, then where are the rest of the Rangers?

A quick scan tells you they’re not in the building, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. The Ratking can keep an eye out for any other threats, while you deal with the menace in front of you. Her mind might be an invisible void, but you’ve had a lifetime of practice. Another telepath might not be able to trace the exact path she’s taking to get to you, but then again, you’re no ordinary telepath. Not anymore.

Patience. You can’t afford to mess this up again. Just wait a few more moments and— there!

Sidestep as she throws a punch. Counter with one of your own, right in the ribs. It’s not nearly enough to stop her, but it gives you a second to jump back. Reassess. Start sliding to the left, trying to lure her right where you want her.

“Not much of an art enthusiast, are you?” You tease, but it doesn’t have the same effect with your voice distorter. Sounds more like a threat than light banter.

“I didn’t know you were.” She frowns. It’s almost imperceivable, but you know her too well not to recognize the slight confusion written on her face. “Is that why you’re doing this?”

You scoff. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” As if you’d reveal your motivation to her like this. Or at all.

“I would.” She’s starting to smile now. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“In your dreams, Charge.”

“No, if this was a dream, you’d have the armor off.”

…What?…

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ !!! The Rat King chitters in your ear, and you’re barely able to duck and avoid that right hook. Parry the next. Take advantage of that opening and— Shit!

The kick to your chest would’ve sent most other people flying. Lucky for you, your armor cushions it just enough to give you some distance. Just enough space to maneuver around her.

She turns with you, of course. This dance between you has always been too evenly matched.

“What’s the matter?” Her fists are raised, and she’s still circling the floor with that smug smile. It almost looks like she’s waiting for something.

Stalling for time, maybe?

“I could ask you the same thing. You’ve barely scratched me.” But the insult falls flat. It always was a challenge to get under her skin the same way she far too easily gets under your’s. Time for a different approach. “Are you waiting for your little friends to come save you?”

That can’t be true. If Herald knows about this then he’d already be here. He’s definitely fast enough, even if he stops to change into the suit. As if he ever takes the damn thing off. And if this is a planned ambush, you’re certain at least Argent would be here as well. You don’t like being in the dark like this.

“Maybe I just wanted you all to myself this time.” She sends a wink in your direction, still not bothered by your words. You, on the other hand, are paying close attention to her footwork.

“You never were very good at sharing.” …Shit. That was a little too personal. Better pull back a bit. “Don’t you think it’s time to retire and give someone else a chance to hog the spotlight?”

She’s laughing now. Not the fake laugh she sometimes uses to throw the enemy off either. It’s genuine. And unnerving because of it. “Maybe you don’t know me that well after all. Not like I know you.”

“You know nothing about me.” You spit out, willing your voice to be harder.

“But I do.” Her hands lower slightly. Another trick to let your guard down? “I know where you live. It’s down by the pier, right? Fancy place with a nice view of the ocean? Now I know how you got the money to afford it.”

You take the opportunity to press the attack instead of answering. Throwing punches where you think her suit is weakest. Where it would cause the most damage. Or at least enough to get her down.

Because it’s impossible, right? She can’t know where you live. You’ve been so careful, haven’t you? She’s bluffing, that’s all this is. Pure coincidence.

It feels good to drop the banter. Let your fists do the talking. Punches like a kiss to her cheek. A desperate grapple that both of you are too stubborn to submit too. A heavy hit to your solar plexus that leaves you just as breathless as the night you spent in her bed.

You’ve kept up with your training, and unsurprisingly, so has she.

All you need is a second. Fake right, and go left. Take a swing at her jaw to distract her from the kick that shortly follows. You aren’t expecting her to grab your leg and twist until you’re forced down. Hard.

Oh, you’re definitely going to feel that in the morning, but you can’t focus on the pain right now. You have just enough time to activate the jump jets before she can really pin you down. You can only win this fight if you’re still standing.

But she doesn’t advance. Just stands there and looks at you with those deep brown eyes.

“Please, let me help you.” And your name is soft as honey on her lips. Gentler than it has any right to be. Not after everything you’ve done to her.

But you can’t let it affect you. Can’t let her confirm that it’s you. Not yet. You still have plans.

A stuttering laugh erupts from you as you rise from the floor, vocal distorters making sure the nervousness you feel doesn’t bleed over. “Is that who you think I am?”

“Don’t bullshit me. I followed you here.”

Shit. That explains a few things. It wasn’t any alarm or security guard, it was that god damn van you brought along for the bigger art pieces. Shit!

Was that why the rest of the Rangers weren’t here? Were they at your apartment looking for clues? Ransacking your base? Was Ortega only here for distraction after all?

You’re both tired, but you still send another flurry of blows her way, not caring how desperate it makes you look. You’re screwed no matter what, but at least you can end this. Quickly.

All it takes is a single mistake. A pause just a few seconds too long, and you hear a crack! as the final kick hits home. Broken bones, if you’re lucky. Whatever it is has her falling to the floor, but you can’t be sure for how long.

She’s still breathing. Still conscious enough to move into a more protective position, in case you decide to start kicking again, you assume. Unfortunately for her, you have another plan in mind.

It’s almost second nature now, reaching out towards the nearest statue, planting your hand on a marble ankle, and willing the nanovores to eat through the already weakened structure. You don’t look when it comes crashing down.

You can hear her though. Heavy breathing and the sound of rock scraping against tile. Sounds like you were right, it was just heavy enough to pin her down, but not enough for it to be lethal. As much as getting her out of the way would help your plans… you still can’t do it. Still can’t deal that finishing blow. Still can’t stand to see the damage your own two hands have caused.

But you can look at her. One last time. You owe her that much.

“You should’ve trusted me.” She says. You try to ignore the fresh blood on the corner of her mouth as she speaks.

“Trusted you?” You take a step closer. And then another. She’s usually taller, but not now. Not when you have her on the ground like this. “I gave you everything, and look where that landed me.”

Everything that mattered. Your body. Your heart, if such a wretched thing ever existed inside of you. Even if it had, it’s long since broken. Fractured like the crumbling sculpture on top of her.

“Don’t bother following me. I promise you, you’ll never find me again.”

The last thing she sees of you is the corner of your cape. Not your face, not your back, nor any piece of armor. A frail, fluttering thing, gone as easy as an ocean breeze.

You’re very good at keeping your promises.

[nosignalformiles]

@fantasies-n-fairytales

The Ratking was full of its usual evening crowd. Not the only pub in Wellspring, but the only one that wasn’t yearning to be a restaurant, hadn’t yet given over its snooker tables and dart board to more dining space. Finch and Aaralyn had been there a few hours, wandering over in the early evening twilight to waste a night, all the while Finch loudly planned how they were going to hustle people at darts.  Wynn’s training had paid dividends in the strangest ways, but that good aim and eye went right out the window as his blood alcohol level rose.

“When I win, you want I should write my order down so you get it right this time?” Finch held the dart up, attention nowhere near the board. “Cause right now, I think I’m sitting pretty and bout to walk this fucker home.” He stuck his tongue out at her, as all good dart players would, a tried and true intimidation tactic, and, without a single glance back, loosed the dart.

It turned out the bellowing yell of a large sounding stranger, was a sobering sound. Finch froze up, wide eyes locked with Aara’s as his mouth tried to catch up to what had happened, eventually asking, “How bad is it?”

[melodyalanaroster]

@chinomiko Appreciation Week

So, I’m sure by now, we all know that My Candy Love is coming to an end with Episode 15 of Love Life. Chino is ready to move on to her other projects, such as the one she’s working on with Rowan and Melinda... And, that’s okay. All things must come to an end at some point...

My Candy Love is her baby and her baby has grown a great deal in the past decade.... She has received a lot of hate because of what has happened with it, which was never excusable... Well, now it’s time to show her some love.

Which is why.... 04/18/21 through 04/24/21 will be celebrated as ChiNoMiko Appreciation Week!

You can create edits, write sweet notes, make drawings, etc. for her. You can also post it to Tumblr, Instagram, and Discord. I know she’s not in the Otome Haven Discord Server, but we will try to make it visible to her. 

If you have any questions, please let me know, or contact @aloy97, @idolcandy, @louis-ratking, @magic-belodie, @crossyourdamnfingers, @multifandommochis, and @ohquenon