#THE BIGGEST OF OOFS

[waterlogged-detective]

When i am no longer exhausted/caught up on everythinf i want to finish (ie tomb colonist party etc) what if i did a really garbage danganronpa au. But like. Without all the uh. Without the really horrible parts of danganronpa.

Which really means i give my guys super high school levels, theres murder, and monokuma is there

[obsidian-hollow-archives]

[skindyedblue]

Who has two thumbs and gets to have an unexpected CT scan of their brain today?

Yeah, so that'll be fun.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

"So, I have a feeling you're not going to like this question, but I need an answer," Edwin said, cornering Charles into the bookshelf. "I've looked everywhere but I can't find any books in our library about it."

Charles raised an eyebrow. "Shoot," he said simply, not expecting anything too bad.

Edwin bit his lip before leaning closer to Charles and lowering his voice. "What exactly is a...handjob?"

[gunpowdercarousel]

Ngl, the fact that the Daggerheart website uses AI art is a pretty big turn off.

It just looks cheap.

[iristial]

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP THE WORLD IS HEALING 🫂🫂

Zero One cast mini reunion and an obligatory henshin pose group shot (feat. LuPato alumni Shogo Hama and Ryo Yokoyama)!! 💛💛

[ashes-in-a-jar]

I've been listening to Breaker Whiskey...

[reallyhardy]

i miss doing fun makeup looks 😭😭😭 need this eczema flare up to bugger off fr

[abloomingperiod]

enough | kim seokjin

"god, you're annoying."

it's the first thing seokjin hears as you make your way to the car.

by the time you find his face under the black cap, you remind yourself to buy him more of these. you absolutely love the black cap and white tee look on him.

and he knows it, which is probably why the little shit is wearing it right now.

"happy to see you too, wife." he responds. he's got the smuggest expression on, which only gets worse as he notices the way your lips curl upwards after his response.

it's late at night, and even though seokjin just got back from his own tight schedule, he still insisted on taking you home.

"you should be laying in bed by now", you interjected through the phone. "without my hardworking wife? not happening", he shot back.

to say you don't like his mannerisms and ways to show how much he cares, is a lie.

and he knows that, because every time he pulls something like that, you can't hide the smile smeared on your lips.

because that's the effect seokjin has. and you don't event try and deny that.

as you sit on the passenger seat and let out a deep sigh, he watches your eyes close. when they reopen and find his, he shoots a cheeky peck at you, his right hand finding your thigh and softly caressing it.

"tough day?", he asks, to which you slowly nod, "like the freaking trenches", you sigh.

his hand reach for yours and kiss the back of it. "don't worry, i got you now", he says whilst restarting the car. you smile at his words, and caress his hand back.

"i need my bed to get me."

"rude of you to put your bed before your husband, but i'll let it slide 'cause you look like a mess."

"oh and I'M the rude one?" you interject and playfully hit his chest. god, his broad chest.

focus. you're too tired.

"let's just go, i can't look at this building anymore."

"as you wish, ma'am." he gives your thigh one last light squeeze and starts driving home.

as you guys keep making small talk about your day and updating each other about your work's latest gossips, you can't stop but notice the way seokjin keeps looking at your face every time you stay silent.

"are you gonna be offended if i fall asleep?" You question him.

he lets out a small chuckle. "the plan was to get you home, wash those pretty legs, massage your shoulders and put you to bed, but since you don't want it, suit yourself."

"well, i didn't know that was the plan." you playfully respond, your eyes opening more then an inch for the first time in a few minutes.

"some people like to call it a surprise, have you heard about it?"

"if it's every week and a half, it's no longer a surprise."

"woah, are you really complaining about being constantly treated well? really?" he scoffs and giggles, faking being offended by your words.

you smile at him. one thing you can always count on, is seokjin's ability to make every moment you have together feel lightweight - even if your shoulders, back and eyes insist on being heavy.

"sorry, sorry... please punish me." you mock, and the look on jin's face is worth every sore muscle in your body fighting against the urge to rest against your seat. his eyes are wider than ever as he reaches yours, and his mouth, completely shut. "i'm just messing with you." you playfully respond.

he looks back to the road, and lets out a soft, small chuckle. "well that's too bad", and you hit his chest for the second time - which, again, doesn't help your case.

god, you feel lucky.

after a few seconds of comfortable silence, you say:

"you really don't have to do this", you return to your first subject of the night. "the company pays for my transportation, you know that."

"ah, you always say that, y/n", he looks at you in a rather annoyed gaze. you wish you could complain about it, but he is right. you do always say that. "you think i would do it if i didn't want to? you know me better than this." he says. even though his words might seem rough, his tone is reassuring, and rather loving.

as he parks your car in the building garage, you notice his quick pace as he unbuckles and makes his way out of the car until he stops at your door, opening it and reaching for your hand. you take it with the biggest grin ever, and start walking over to your apartment. then he adds, "besides, it's a 20 minute trip. if i can't pull my ass up and bring my wife home from work with a 20 minute trip, I shouldn't even be married."

for a few seconds, his broad shoulders standing in front of you along with his words make you rethink whether or not you were joking when you talked about being punished.

as you enter the elevator and its doors closes, he reaches for your waist and pulls you close by his side, plump lips resting a light peck on your cheek. "i'll always come and get you, got it?", he asks.

you rest your head on his shoulder, not being able to maintain with your prideful posture after his words.

"got it", you repeat, and return the kiss on the new found pillow under your head.

after a few seconds, you notice, "but i gotta say: you really suck at basic math..." he cutely furrows his brows down at you, and you clarify, "it took over an hour since you told me you were going."

at that, he smirks and retorts, "that's what surprises are for, pretty girl."

now, you're the one who furrows.

"just get inside", he adds.

when you arrive to your place, suddenly, you feel as awake as ever.

warm candles light up around the dining table and there's food waiting for you. you can't help but notice the wine you love, side by side with a few white roses decorating the table. there's soft music playing in the background, and the soft, warm voice of your husband saying "i'm sure this counts as a surprise, though" behind you.

"...you didn't."

"i did."

"you- honey, i... baby??? you didn't have to- i..." you look at him with the biggest, loveliest eyes ever, and seokjin is pretty sure he forgot his own name for a few seconds right there.

"ah, come on, this is nothing! don't act like this is the best i've done to this day!" he complains with that trademark loud tone of his.

next thing he knows and feels is you jumping onto his arms, your asses being saved from the ground only thanks to your husband's strong torso. "woah! easy, tiger. we gotta eat first", a light laugh leaving his throat.

before your eyes meet, seokjin expects anything else. an annoyed look, a light hit coming to his chest one more time. hell, even a mean joke about the whole thing.

but what he doesn't expect is the absolute and utter love he finds looking directly at him.

"kim seokjin."

"please, this is just dinner... really it's nothing there's no reason for that it's not like a fancy restaurant or anythi- i didn't have the time to set everything for a restaurant by the way and you seemed very tired and I know for a fact you wouldn't wanna go ou-"

he keeps going on and on about everything he can find to downplay his actions to you. because that's a curious paradox of seokjin: he's got the confidence of a king - until he finds your big, round eyes looking at him like that; like he's the only thing existent in the world.

and you shut him up in his favorite way. your lips touch his, your hands hold his jaw and a tiny bit of his hair, and you kiss him, you kiss him and you kiss him like it's your first kiss all over again.

"this is everything", you peck his lips again, "this is great", then you peck his nose, "i don't care about a fancy restaurant, i love this", and you finish landing one on both cheeks.

"don't lie to me, you love to go out." he tries to argue, but though his eyes are closed, and you feel his arms going up and down your waist.

he is just as whipped as you are.

"i love being with you. regardless of place." you say as you take off his cap and slowly caress his hair, ear and stop on the back of his neck, his eyes fluttering open and lips reaching for your cheek. "plus, you have the social skills of a cockroach."

you regret immediately. your husband lets out the loudest groan you've heard in a while and you can't help but hide you face in his chest before he tries and dramatically push you away.

but he doesn't.

he doesn't even try.

he doesn't move an inch away from you.

he laughs.

he laughs and kisses the top of your head, a fun, yet loving "you're so annoying" leaving his throat as he walks you both to the table. "i was gonna ask for a kiss for all this, but now, i don't think that'll be enough."

he motions you to your seat, and places both hands on your shoulders, slowly massaging them like he promised earlier.

"mhm, i wonder what could be enough..." you mumble, eyes closed and limbs relaxing against his fingers.

"from you? i don't think i'll ever get enough." he responds, and even though he says it as a cheeky pick up line, you can't help but bite the smile growing on your lips.

he finishes his quick massage with a soft peck on your shoulder blades, and stops his face right next to yours, lips projected and waiting for a peck.

but you kiss him like you miss him. like he's been away for ages, like you just found him after searching and searching, and your hands hold his round cheeks close.

because you, too, can never get enough of him.

and you can't imagine a life where you will.

you pull away, and he's already grinning, and you whisper, "you spoil me too much".

to which seokjin chuckles, because he couldn't disagree more.

to him, you deserve every single bit of love, romance, cheesiness and surprises the world and its entire humanity can give.

and that's why, he simply responds, as he sits down in front of you,

"it's been less than a year." hands finding yours and caressing your knuckles. "you haven't seen nothing yet, wife."

[junebluues]

urge to get back into writing fanfics is sooo crazy but my ao3 account unfortunately my irls know about it. so i would have to make a new account. or post on anon…

[canarydraws]

Darkness Falls

Recently Lucéena got a bit of a rejuvenation in the form of dying. Yea I know how that sounds, let me explain. Looong story under the cut

After some adventures, the party had been given a week’s worth of free time to do a bit of shopping and get some much needed rest. So we all split up. We all had errands we wanted to run, including Lucéena. At first she’d gone shopping you know, nothing exciting. But then she decided to go back to the Shadowfell portal we’d discovered earlier in the campaign, and after a bit more deliberation, she decided to jump through alone. Not the smartest move on her end lmao.

Quick little recap, the last time the party had been in the Shadowfell was when we’d been hired to steal two magical simulacrum (that weirdly looked like our warlock of the party) from the Queen of Shadows, accidentally drove her insane in the process, and left with guards on our tails. We’d also learned the realm was suffering from a curse that was turning it’s inhabitants into stone and Lucéena had also met her biological dad in the castle. While her feelings on him are… mixed at best she was still concerned enough about his well being that she wanted to check in on him. Time doesn’t run at the same rate between realms. Every hour in the Shadowfell is roughly 4 in the material plane and the party kind of had their hands full with other things. We haven’t had the chance to return since we made that huge mess and time in the Shadowfell was juuuust starting to reach a point where Lucéena was concerned with what was happening. She though this bit of down time would be the perfect opportunity to go in, send a messenger to him and leave without going to the most dangerous parts of the Shadowfell or endangering/inconveniencing her friends.

Unfortunately… she hadn’t predicted the Shadowfell queen to be waiting on the other end with warriors by her side. After a brief exchange of words combat started and it became painfully obvious Lucéena was outnumbered and outclassed. She was chased up the tower this side of the portal was housed within and after fucking up her attempt to hide, the queen found her and used command to make her fall out of the highest window, straight to her death.

Cutting back to the material plane, the others had realized Lucéena was missing and after sending spells not going through and asking for guidance from a powerful wizard friend, they eventual did figure out where she’d gone.

Once through the portal they saw signs of a struggle but no one was around. They eventually climbed all the way up the tower and then looked out the same window Lucéena had fallen out of and saw her laying there, dead. They quickly ran to her, but by now it was long past due for a typical revivification to work. And then just as they were beginning to discuss next steps, the queen showed up and she started puppetting her body into fighting them D:

While this was happening the dm and I had an aside and to help the part out we’d agreed that I’d come back as my last campaign’s character: my stupid beloved cleric/ranger, Zachriel. I’m not sure how helpful it was, but it was fun interacting with everyone as the dumb guy they got to play with before! After the queen was defeated I even had the weird opportunity to try and resurrect my own character with raise dead! Only it didn’t work.

There was a presence blocking the magic. One that was celestial in nature. That was all Zachriel was able to tell about it and Eclipse, our main cleric, was all out of spells. At this point, our warlock Fenix pulled himself aside, and reached out to his patron. He ask them to heal her, to “put her back” and he would pay any price. His patron heard him. Upon that request, Fenix cast true resurrection on Lucéena and disappeared in a flash of white-hot light…

…and Lucéena opens her eyes. Both of them. As part of true resurrection, the target of the spell receives outstanding rejuvenation. Any missing limbs/organs are restored and any disease present at the time of their death is cured. So upon the spell being cast Lucéena’s scarring was healed and her damaged eye was replaced with an orange-pupiled one, just like Fenix’s.

Fenix’s spell not only brought back Lucéena. All of the people that had been turned to stone were bright back as well! We could hear people down the halls, confused, wanting to know what was going on. And for the first ever time in the Shadowfell we could hear a full city of people outside.

[thelioncourts]

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[pixlokita]

*Michael being nice to his Brother*

William: Who are you and what have you done with my son?

Michael: fatha, it’s me… Michael.

William: is it, though?

Michael: ^^

[leojfitz]

i finally booked my flight for cologne!

[theirloveisgross]

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[zeawesomeness]

Sorry for not posting anything for a while. I've realized I'm now suffering a delayed major burnout, so oop—

In the meantime, I'm just gonna take it easy. Hopefully, when I feel up to it, I can start posting parts every day again. But overall, I'm trying not to push myself too hard again until I feel better.