#SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OTL

[sansofhumor]

🧋 mystery drink sans 😊???

You can fit everything you know In a bottle for you to show

[crestfallencrest]

Um I'd love to see like ANY of the prompts with Rita and Estelle, but especially

C2, (purple Is Estelle)

E1, (purple Is Estelle)

Or F1 (purple is Rita.)

... Or F2, or...

(I just love them so much okay???)

IF ANYONE ELSE TARGETS THIS HEALER, THEY WILL BECOME VERY ACQUAINTED WITH FIRE. SO MUCH FIRE. THIS IS A THREAT.

The Prompt [x]

[untamedlobo]

Wolf and Trickster —

Closed starter for @sah1x1s

Peter was out running through the forest the full moon shining bright , the werewolf hunting down scents and sounds when he felt the presence of something .. something that wasn’t naturally there .

He stopped chasing after a rabbit and looked towards the darkness between the trees trying to figure out who or what was out there.

[acetier]

will you be drawing any more of torin and varre? no rush at all, but i am lowkey obsessed with them now 👀

ask and you shall receive, anon :^)

[prxenuntius]

He tried not to flinch as she ruffled his hair, the sting was thankfully short-lived. A soft exhale of air slipping past his lips as her hands moved to his clothing, the cold on his back causing a slight shiver.

"Ah, that's fine." He replied, still dismissive. "I can't let a bunch of randoms talk bull about my friends." He admitted, chocolate eyes finally rising. " They wanted Mikey."

@stiiricidium

"You got hit in the head and you're trying to shrug it off?!" the young girl exclaims, gently moving his hair around to try and see if there was any blood. Once he's cleared of that, she gently lifts the back of his shirt to see the damage. "No blood...You're just gonna bruise really bad, probably. Why'd you do that, Baji? What did they want?"

[orionsstory]

I really love the way you write, so I want to know if you have any idea for a Jewelzie au☺️

OKAY I've been brainstorming this and I haven't been able to come up with much BUT I did come up with something! I call it the socialite au :)

Jewels is a socialite and heir to the Sparkles Dynasty, it's like a fancy high-end jewelry business

Suzie is a struggling theatre actress who also works at a diner to pay bills

They meet when Jewels takes a tour of the theatre before a show later that night. Suzie is tasked with giving her the tour, and the two get along really well. After the show later that night, Jewels comes up to Suzie and basically gushes about how good her performance was.

Jewels is like "you are so ridiculously talented omg?? why are you not in bigger roles you're amazing!"

Suzie is flattered bc she feels like it's the first time someone is genuinely noticing her talent

Jewels giver Suzie her number and tells her to stay in touch. They start texting a bunch and really get along. Jewels starts inviting her along to these high society events (bc they're boring af and Suzie makes everything better for Jewels)

Suzie distracts Jewels away from the crazy world of high society and Jewels helps Suzie make connections and stabilize herself. Both are very grateful for what the other does for them

Anyways they fall in love throughout the way :)

[echoghost1]

All You’ve Ever Wanted Chapter 3

Summary: Not everyone who dies is gone for good. Not everyone who comes back, comes back as a ghost.

Sometimes, if just the right criteria are met, they become something much more powerful.

Chapter Word Count: 1,201

Prompt: Instead of becoming a halfa, Danny became a genie upon his death. He gets captured and enslaved by Vlad who uses him to fulfill all his wishes but Desire eventually notices the disturbances caused by another genie and rescues him. She becomes his mentor/mom.

For: @ghostboidanny

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

You can read on AO3 or down below the cut

The month leading up to the reunion went by in a blur.

Master was meticulous in his planning and going all out for the occasion.

He made sure the decorations matched his old school's colors, the exact colors pulled from memorabilia he had saved from his time there.

He hired an amazing catering company and taste tested everything on the menu before he approved anything.

Another detail was with Danny himself.

Master had taken great care to pick exactly how Danny was going to look, act, and even a fake backstory for him too.

It took hours for Master to settle on how Danny would look. He couldn’t just be a little older, he couldn’t be too big or too small. He couldn’t look too much like his old self either.

He ended up with light blonde hair, green eyes, and a slightly darker skin tone, like he had a permanent tan.

His age was vaguely late teens early 20’s, he was taller than he used to be but still shorter than Master was.

At one point while they were going through the options, Danny had made himself a red-head but for some reason Master got angry.

Before he changed to something else, he noticed he looked a lot more like his mom.

He wondered if that’s why Master had gotten angry. Not that it made much sense to him.

But since he wasn’t allowed to ask questions, he probably wouldn’t ever know.

Once his look was finalized, and the workers hired for the reunion, Master made sure Danny was seen by the other people working in the mansion.

He said it was to have proof that he existed.

Not that they really needed to do all that extra work. All Master had to do was wish that everyone already knew about him having a personal assistant and poof, they would know.

Then again, he always liked to do things the most dramatic way possible.

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Finally it was the day of the reunion and Danny could tell Master was excited.

“There is something I need you to do later, a wish I’ll need granted and I need you to be ready.”

“Of course, Master.”

“Until then, greet the guests as they arrive.”

Danny nodded and started to head towards the door.

“And one more thing,” Master said having waited just long enough for Danny to have to turn back around to hear the addition. “When the Fenton’s gets here, come get me so I can greet them myself.”

“Yes Master.”

Danny left as fast as he could without running or flying away.

Somehow, in all the lead up to the reunion, he had forgotten his parents were going to be coming. They’d probably bring Jazz too.

He was starting to get anxious but he wasn’t sure if he was scared or excited.

He knew they wouldn’t recognize him with his current disguise but he’d be able to see them.

He’d hope they were doing okay.

That they didn’t miss him too much.

Until then he had work to do.

He walked over to the front door and opened the front doors just as the first guests started to arrive.

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It was hours later and all of the other guests had already arrived when a familiar RV made it’s way up the long private road.

He watched for a bit longer than he meant to before turning to see where his Master had gotten to.

He doubted Master wanted him to shout over the chatter of the guests and the music, but he needed to alert him as soon as possible.

Luckily one of Masters many lessons was finally coming in handy. He looked around to see that no one was paying attention to him and he created a duplicate of himself.

Unfortunately his duplicates could only take on his true genie form, no matter how hard he tried.

A form that couldn’t pass as human even if it had legs instead of the whisp of a tail. 

His blue tinted skin only reminded him of all the breaths he could no longer take. Even if his skin had stayed the same his eyes were now filled to the brim with a toxic looking green light that his master couldn’t stand the sight of.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

That green was the last thing he ever saw, but it somehow felt right seeing them like that. 

The duplicate vanished from sight and floated off to find his master.

Danny scanned the room for his target and locked eyes with him just as his duplicate delivered the news.

With the task completed, his duplicate dissolved into nothing.

Master made his way over to the door just as the Fenton family was exiting the RV.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that the vehicle is just as obnoxious as the driver,” Master muttered in annoyance.

Danny was starting to worry that he was missing some crucial information and it was much too late to get it.

“You know, I suppose now is as good a time as any.” Master said mostly to himself.

Danny readied himself for whatever wish Master was about to make but he didn’t take his eyes off his family.

“I wish Jack Fenton was dead.”

Danny felt as if the whole world screeched to a halt.

He couldn’t have heard that right.

Surely he meant something else.

“I'm sorry Master, I must have misheard you. It sounded like you just asked me to kill my father?”

“No you heard that right.” he said completely nonplussed, “And make sure you do it before he gets inside. I don't want to deal with that kind of clean up.”

“I can't.”

“Can't or won't?”

“Is there a difference?” Either way Danny wasn’t going to grant this wish.

“Either you are physically unable or you are simply unwilling.”

Danny froze.

He couldn’t bare the thought of what Master wanted him to do but it was a wish.

Was he really going to have to grant it?

Could he resist?

“Please?”

Please don't make me do this.

Please just ask for something else.

Please just let me go.

“And so you have wished it, so shall it be!” An unknown voice declared.

There was a woman Danny didn't recognize standing behind his sister. She had long black hair and green skin.

She also radiated power.

The same kind of power he did.

The mystery woman's hands began to glow as she granted the wish. Danny couldn’t quiet tell if she was pointing at himself, Master, or just the mansion in general.

He could feel her magic in the air. The energy surrounding him felt warm like the sun.

He closed his eyes and basked in the feeling.

It had been a long time since he felt warmth like this.

It had been a long time since he felt warm. It almost felt like living.

The moment was over just as quickly as it had begun, but it had brought change.

He opened his eyes and noticed several things.

He wasn't in disguise anymore, but in his true genie form instead.

He was holding his lamp.

And, most importantly of all, he was free.

[coetusmachina]

( ✧ ― @cliff-and-the-kid // continued from here ― ✧ )

Arcee paused, humming as he spoke. Yeah, there was something wrong, and considering how quickly he got her off the comms, she had a feeling she knew exactly what the problem was - the kids had given her enough of them on their own with how much they liked to sneak off behind the bots while they were going on dangerous missions.

She sighed, grabbing two med-grade cubes and a few other things before checking his location and heading out to find him. There was no way that she was going to sit by while he wasn't doing good in any sense. He was her partner, and one thing she takes pride in is taking care of her partners.

[violinist-rachel]

Rachel! Do you play any games? Video games and stuff? Any games with friends :D ?

"My parents never let me play a lot of video games growing up, but my friends would always let me borrow their handheld consoles! I'd play a for hours, usually past curfew, where I'd pretended to be asleep from my parents under the blanket."

"I don't have a lot of time to play them anymore, but I certainly do miss those days."

"...I hope those two are doing alright..."

[cherub014]

Pardon the shitty sketch and any incorrect details but I love your style and I think Marshall is super cute <33

AAAA OMG OMG OMG ????? OH MY GOD IM GONNA CRY THIS IS SO CUTE ????? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA !!!!!!!!!!

HE LOOKS SO PRETTY IN YOUR STYLE WTH THIS MADE MY NIGHT AAAAAA THANK YOU OMG !!!!!!!!!! AND THANK YOU FOR THE NICE WORDS I CANT STOP SMILING ;w;

projecting onto him because this is how i sat for over an hour ngl anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAA

[sae-mian]

happy ffxivswap, @floweramongstthecold!

(maybe i fell in love with nekaia a little bit, but you can't prove it)

[youichi-kuramochi]

FIC: aftershocks — ch. 4/5

by viverella / @youichi-kuramochi Fandom: Genshin Impact Relationship: Zhongli/Xiao Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word count: approx. 7.1k (this chapter) / approx. 21.5k (so far) Summary: Soon after Rex Lapis dies, Xiao coughs up a mouthful of glaze lily petals, and it’s in this moment that he realizes the depth of all the truths he’s kept so carefully hidden within himself for millennia.

CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2 CHAPTER 3 CHAPTER 4 — NEW CHAPTER!

[moecartoons]

What do your ocs (plus matt) do to celebrate Starlight Night/Christmas?

When I started writing this, I had it in my head that Starlight Night was Christmas not New Years so those who know better please bare with me and just imagine I'm talking sense, thank you.

Also this is extremely long since I go into the past, present, and future...

•When Chip was young and still had the company of their fathers, they had nearly the entire week planned out for them. At the beginning of the week, they'd ride a horse and carriage outside of their kingdom to see the untouched snow. They'd visit their 'uncle,' Old King Cole of the main Happily Ever After Kingdom. Gifts would be exchanged, and their fathers would procure more behind their darling child's back. The rest of the week is spent preparing for Starlight Night: decorating the castle, preparing for eve's feast, what shall be worn, handing out clothes and food to those with less in their kingdom.

It's all overwhelming yet wonderful for little Chip. Starlight Eve's feast is delicious and very crowded. Chip is exhausted by the night's end, but curiosity always caused them to wake before the sun and go snooping trough their gifts. They pick them up, shake them gently, weigh them, everything a small child can think to do to guess without leaving a trace.

The day of Starlight Night is calm and quiet, they spend the day opening gifts and having their family's portrait painted until night when they the entire kingdom leaves their homes to watch the stars be reset for the year.

Based on a holiday called Día de Los Reyes or Three Kings'/Wise Men's Day that I celebrated as a child, Chip's Kingdom also celebrates days after Starlight Night. Children would leave hay and water under their beds for the camel-borgs of the wise travelers. In the morning they would find the hay and water gone and a gift left behind.

After Chip's kingdom was destroyed, they simply stopped celebrating Starlight Night, going as far as to try and forget it was occurring. They once slept the entire week away. They of course never went into the town and no one ever came to visit them, so they were, sadly, left in peace.

Once Chip meets the Cybersquad and starts coming out of their shell, they still struggle with holidays. It all depends on how they're feeling that year, they may stay in their cottage or go to town for an hour or two. I think the first year will be the toughest, as the Cybersquad would probably come visit them if they can, and they won't answer the door.

• CV doesn't really recall what Starlight night was like when she and Talos lived with their parents. Now the holiday is sort of a struggle for the two since they can't really afford presents for the other. Talos usually tries to make up for it by building the prettiest tree he can out of what is lying around on Discardia. It'll light up and everything.

He tries to save up so they can have a particularly good meal that night, even skipping a few that week himself. He's not a fabulous cook, but CV loves it so that's more than enough for him. CV will try and get Talos a gift, usually clothes, so it's hard for him to feel guilty about the snelfus being spent on him. Clothes are very useful!

The two hang out outside their hut on Discardia and watch the stars reset, feeling as if they're a part of Cyberspace for once.

CV is surprisingly into Starlight Night once Talos is better and they move out of Discardia and onto Radopolis. She loves decorating, everything is flashy and covered in tinsel once they can afford it. Talos still likes building a tree for her. Maybe King Dudicus even asks if they can display it in the middle of Radopolis. A crazy tree made out of junk seems very in par with the Cybersite.

CV is a terrible gift-giver. She has no experience, she's 11 [or 12 at the time probably], and thinks ugly Starlight sweaters are the funnest thing in Cyberspace.

• Teddy used to hate the holidays. They usually mean more work for him. The closer it got to Starlight Night, the more frantic his parents became in getting him onto adverts for the season. Now if he hears someone humming a Starlight tune he'll either have to leave or will loudly chew them out, depending on how he likes you as a person.

Teddy's career usually takes a month long hiatus, beginning just a few weeks before and a few weeks after Starlight Night. He's not fond of snow, he can deal with the cold, but not snow. On Starlight Night's Eve, he'll order a ton of food for him and Ms. Kenzie, having a mini feast with just the two of them. They watch the stars reset from inside, as opening the doors or window will more than likely bring in singing.

Once Teddy finds himself making friends, celebrating Starlight Night is a little difficult. He hates having to explain that he hates the songs and having to ask if they can skip that part. The Cybersquad are more than understanding, though, and besides there's plenty of other stuff to do. Teddy does eventually express want of being outside when the stars reset, so the gang get him some stylish, sound-proof earmuffs for him. [Inez's idea, Jackie picks them out, and Matt tests them out.]

•Starlight Night is awesome for Matt, he loves Cyberspace's holidays.

Christmas is a bit more difficult. Thankfully he's still just a kid, so he gets away with not getting his parents gifts. His Ma usually put his name on a share gift for his Pa, a new tool or watch. Something useful, practical. He knows all his gifts, whether addressed from Santa or both his parents, they're really from her.

He and his Ma decorate the tree after thanksgiving, and he'll insist on helping with the lights on their home. His Ma won't let him. Every year his father complains that no one's going to see all this crap, even if they have visitors.

Every other year, family will visit, it gets a bit hectic, but he really enjoys when there's too much to do rather than not. Again, his mother tries not to let him help out too much, especially in the kitchen. Not only does she want him to enjoy his winter vacation from school, but he's just a baby in her eyes still, he shouldn't be handling a stove. The rest of his family tends to disagree.

The trio get into a tradition of making snowmen of one another if there's enough on the ground. They're usually terrible and get a good laugh all around.

Something always seems to go wrong the very day of Christmas. It feels like a curse to Matt. Parents always choose the worst time to get into a fight, don't they? They'll choose to stay, instead of locking themselves in their room, since it's such a special holiday but that's somehow worse. The silent anger. The awkward air.

He usually feels better while cleaning up the boxes and wrapping paper. It's soothing. Hot cocoa in front of the TV with his Ma while his Pa goes out to the farm to work and blow off some steam. Yeah, Christmas is nice.

[dragonsongmakhali]

♖ - spring outfit ♗ - summer outfit ♘- fall outfit ♟- winter outfit

4 seasons of Makhali!

[hashtag-bitch]

" you got a spare moment to help me with my hair and makeup Ma'am? " to Velvette from Euphoria

"Doesn't Val's people usually do that shit for you?" She could but at the same time she felt like this shouldn't be left to her... unless Euphoria just preferred having her do it which was good taste on their part. / @heartsbitten

[paintedscales]

ooh scifi or treasure hunt AU for the first meeting AU prompts?

Sorry I kept this sitting in my inbox for so long. Busy with FFXIV Write and Fluff-/Kinktober shortly after I received this. But! I don't like things just sitting in my inbox, and I don't delete them because they've been sitting too long.

Thank you for the ask, even if maybe you forgot you sent it to me! ♥ I still appreciate it, and I apologize that I took quite some time getting to it. I chose Treasure Hunt, though, since it appeals more to me! :>

First Meeting AU Prompts

This is definitely...definitely an AU that probably only appeals to me and my partner... I decided to take Nomin and Estinien and put them in mine and my partner's original world setting of Ryne (pronounced like 'rye' with an n at the end, not like the Ryne we know from ShB with 'reen'; it was kind of a funny happenstance when we saw her name and looked at the world we made).

Nomin and Estinien were made into world-appropriate counterparts. So...for a little added context for some people that read it and may be interested in this particular piece:

Nomin is a belocian -- an underground race of demon-like individuals who have evolved and adapted for living in near- to total darkness. She is of the Kyrlesh, a branch of belocian who have bioluminescent markings that can never be quite dimmed to being 'off' unless they're dead. As such, she does still have horns and a tail, but considerably less obvious scales like the Au Ra, but she does have taloned digitigrade feet and shark-like skin around her hands and feet.

Estinien, after some deliberation, was made into a Myrian elf within the setting. Typically, they're more magically and technologically focused elves, having allied with the off-worlder humans to advance their pursuit of technology to even greater heights. I would have made him an Iliean, the woodland and more traditional and in tune with nature counterpart to the Myrian, but it felt off a bit. For me personally, anyway.

Enough rambling. Sorry. Without further ado:

Word Count :: 1,241

The Western Divide…it was a bustling community filled with all sorts of colorful characters ranging from the towering orks, to the diminutive and animal-like mueme. With ships docking at the ports, bringing in and exporting all kinds of goods, the locals had often come there for all kinds of hard to find things that rang them up a pretty couram. Today was no different. Today was still filled with the murmur of crowds, the shouts of shop criers and advertisers, and the scents of all kinds of street foods being cooked fresh for potential patrons to purchase and eat.

“Maps! All kinds of maps! Maps for the mystical lands of Arcis, ooh! Or perhaps you want to stay more close to home for your treasure hunt! We have treasure maps for Edelith and Arvendor!”

This brought the belocian woman walking down the cobbled walkways to a halt. She turned her head in the direction of the stall owner, who seemed to have been attempting to sway some passersby to have a gander at his selection. Walking over, she peered over the maps on display, her eyes narrowing at the different pieces of vellum that showcased varying levels of cartography and routes to what could be caches of treasure.

“What’s your most valuable map for Edelith?” the woman asked, flicking her bright blue eyes up at the stall owner.

“Oho~?” the ulowan man’s cat-like ear flicked with intrigue at the question, as a smile found its way onto his lips. Leaning forward, he examined the woman before him, measuring her up and scrutinizing her. He noted the bow upon her person, the polish of it having worn after most likely a good deal of time and travel. “It’s not often we get too many belocians making their way to the Western Divide. I’m going to guess that you can certainly hold your own with that bow of yours…”

“Hmph…” the woman allowed a small scoff to leave her lips as she looked back down at the maps. She then reiterated: “Edelith map. Most valuable one.”

“Not one for conversation, tsk…” the stall owner tutted, shrugging his shoulders, his tail twitching with some annoyance. He leaned over and dug around one of the crates behind his stall before pulling out a rolled map and slowly handing it over. When the woman reached for it, he pulled it back. “Ah-ah… I need to warn you that this one will certainly test anyone’s skills and tenacity. Only buy it if the risk of death or being seriously injured is something you understand.”

The woman furrowed her brow, pursing her lips. She then nodded.

“I understand. How much?”

“Fifty arunta, take it or leave it.”

Fifty?

The woman paused for a moment, reaching down for her money purse.

Did she even have that much?

Opening the pouch, she counted through the coppery couram, the silvery argens, and the paltry golden arunta mixed in with some occasional paper bills of rehalds poking up from the bottom. Digging around more, she pulled out a small wad of rehalds and counted them. They were as good as arunta in other places.

“Ah…I don’t accept Sanctum’s mode of payment, I’m afraid,” the stall owner said, noting the paper currency.

Drat.

“I’ll take it.” A masculine voice made the woman startle momentarily before she looked up at a Myrian man with silvery hair. When the woman turned more to take in the elven man’s appearance, she frowned with a slight furrow to her brow. She noted the lance strapped to his back, and the scars that dotted whatever was available to see of his arms.

“I was about to buy that myself,” the woman huffed, the natural markings upon her skin and horns starting to glow cyan with her rising annoyance. Her tail flicked back and forth, further indicating that she was not too happy with this unknown man swooping in to take this purchase right from under her nose.

“My eyes and ears tell me otherwise,” the Myrian man replied with a smirk as he took up his own pouch of coin and started counting up what he had. He soon placed the whole pouch on the stall counter, the owner of the stall placing the map aside momentarily and eagerly counting up the golden coins. There were some rounds of argen and couram set aside and then handed back to the elven man, and all that the woman could do was gawk at the transaction that took place before her.

Once the map was in the elven man’s possession, he tucked it away in his coat. He turned heel and walked off without another word. However, the woman was not going to have any of that as her tail stiffened and she marched forward with indignant purpose after him. She could feel how the muscles in her back and arms stiffened with the feelings that welled within.

“Hey!” the woman called out, weaving between people after the Myrian man. However, it seemed he was more than content ignoring her. “Hey! Stop!”

Finally, the man stopped and gazed back to look at her. His steely gaze was piercing, and the smirk that adorned his face before had disappeared. He looked more displeased with the fact the woman was following along after him.

“What is it?” the man asked.

“I’m coming with you on the hunt for whatever that map leads to!” the woman declared. “You can’t just buy it out from under me and then walk off expecting me to simply leave it alone!”

The elven man narrowed his eyes down at the woman.

“And if I refuse your company?”

“That’s too bad. I’ll keep following after you. I’m going to hunt for whatever is on that map, same as you.”

The Myrian man clicked his tongue, placing his hands upon his hips. Sighing, he shook his head and then looked at the woman. He struggled with denying the woman coming along. After all, he did buy the map out from under her, as she mentioned. He should have expected this.

“I’m supposing you won’t leave me alone otherwise…”

“I won’t.”

Letting out a resigned sigh, the man shrugged.

“Very well. I suggest you keep up, then. I won’t hesitate to leave you behind if you show yourself to be a burden.”

The woman perked up, the markings upon her body flaring momentarily with the joy she felt in that moment. Grinning, she assuredly responded, “you won’t have to worry about me. Even if you try losing me, I’ll just track you down. Don’t put it past me with honing arrows at my disposal.”

With a slight scoff, the smirk returned upon the elven man’s lips.

“I see. How annoying.”

“You can thank my brother.” The woman adjusted her bag and walked forward to meet the man at a more amicable distance. Jabbing a finger up at the man, she presented her own smirk toward the man and asked: “if we’re traveling together, I’d hate to just call you ‘the swiping asshole from the market.’ What should I call you?”

The Myrian man gave the woman an incredulous look. His chest and shoulders rose with a more silent sigh this time around. “You can call me Estinien.”

“Estinien… Es-tin-i-en…” the woman iterated, getting a feel for a name upon her lips and tongue. Nodding to herself, she then introduced herself: “I’m Nomin.”

“A displeasure to meet you.”

“The feeling’s mutual!”