#The Moment You've All Been Waiting For!

[romancemedia]

Penelope reveals herself as Lady Whistledown to EVERYONE!!! (3x08)

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 8

Day 7: Transformation.

Content warnings for chapter: Body horror? Descriptions of transformation/mutation, gore, vomit.

It was dark, very dark. He couldn't feel his legs, he couldn't feel his arms, he couldn't feel his body.

He couldn't feel his skin and flesh melting and falling off his bones, but he could see it. He could see his tendons snapping and shredding. The cartilage on his body dissolved. He didn't have the vocal chords to scream.

But all of a sudden, he was whole again. There was a nagging, burning sensation in his skin, all over his body.

The set of the Aftermath Show formed all around him, the coloured lights, that familiar couch. Bridgette was next to him, what a relief. However, she was looking away from him. He reached over and gently cupped her cheek so she could face him. He quickly regretted that move. Her face was horribly distorted, skin stretched in ways that shouldn't even be possible. He quickly jolted away from the nightmarish girl.

Big mistake.

A pair of hands roughly grabbed at his waist from behind, it was Duncan, with the same horrid facial distortion.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to scream so loudly. He wanted to run, he wanted to get away. Duncan's grip around his waist only increased as he tried to escape. Someone grabbed at his right leg. Owen. Another grab at his left leg. Tyler.

Nightmarish versions of his friends were crawling out from behind the props on set, they swarmed him and pinned him down.

He couldn't move. Bridgette and Gwen held his arms tightly.

He looked ahead, past the empty rows of seats, to the double doors, the entrance to the entire room.

There was a loud banging noise coming from behind those doors. He struggled in the grips of his friends, his fellow castmates, his allies.

Bang. Went the double doors again.

Bang. He knew they wouldn't hold.

Bang. The doors gave way and flew off the hinges.

A large, humanoid beast was hunched over at the entrance. It looked too much like him. It's wild blonde bangs obscured it's scaly features, it's long, thick tail swayed behind it. It approached slowly, and the ground shook with every step. As it got closer, he could make out more of it's features. The curved nose, the cleft chin. Those were all of HIS features. The beast was towering over him now, the distorted versions of his friends held him firmly in place. It opened it's jaws to reveal rows of sharp teeth and leaned in closer. He sobbed and closed his eyes as the jaws slowly closed in around his head and the beast's saliva dripped onto his hair. He accepted his fate as the jaws snapped shut.

Crunch.

Geoff jolted upright with a frightened scream, tears streaming down his cheeks.

His skin still burned. The nightmare was over, why did it still burn? The scream had startled Ezekiel awake, and he was staring at his blonde companion with wide eyes.

Geoff sobbed as he frantically rubbed at his arms. It was so hot, he felt like he was boiling alive.

"Z-zeke, what's going on?! What's wrong with me, man?!..."

Ezekiel didn't know what to do. He held onto Geoff's arm firmly to keep him grounded.

Both of Geoff's legs ached harshly, but that ache spread all throughout his bones. He whimpered and gasped through his tears as his entire body trembled. Ezekiel stared in horror as scales began to burst through Geoff's soft skin. They were covering his entire body. Geoff felt his bones stretch and grow, he threw his head back and planted his palms firmly on the ground as he wailed loudly. He tried to get up, but he hunched over in pain and fell to his knees.

It hurt. It hurt so bad. He just wanted this to stop.

Zeke watched as the boy grew taller and wider. His eyes were fixed on the horrific display in front of him.

Geoff felt his spine elongate and protrude from his lower back into a long tail. His nails formed into claws, his teeth sharpened, his ears grew pointier, jagged ridges grew and ran along his back and new tail. His hair almost reached past his neck now.

He screamed and clawed at the ground, the scales were still growing all over his body where smooth skin once was. His stomach churned furiously, the pain was making him nauseous.

Geoff kept his eyes screwed shut, but tears still poured down his face and dripped onto the ground.

Ezekiel was easily dwarfed by Geoff now, the boy was nearly twice as large as he had been just an hour ago.

Geoff was breathing hard, he still felt so damn nauseous. It was unbearable.

He gagged and turned away from Ezekiel before vomiting on the cave floor.

Great, now his throat burned as well.

There was a loud thud as he collapsed onto his side, he felt so weak. He panted and wheezed as he stared up at the stalactites far above him.

Ezekiel rushed to Geoff's side and pressed his cheek against his chest with a whine.

There was no response from Geoff.

The boy wasn't human anymore.

Aside from his chest, belly, and inner thighs, he was covered in smooth, slightly shiny scales. All along his spine and his long, thick tail, there were rough ridges. His ears were also long, pointed, and covered in smaller scales. While his leg had healed, the scars on his chest remained. His hands and feet were now clawed, and his hair was long and wild.

Geoff simply couldn't find the words to speak, so he gently pulled Ezekiel close for comfort. Ezekiel stayed still as the blonde boy held him.

After a few minutes of complete silence, Geoff spoke up.

"I really need some new jorts."

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[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

(As always, more can be found in the tags <3)

[amid-fandoms]

the one thing that i desperately want from this tour (and probably won't get tbf) is outtakes. if they're gonna be hard launching, please just open up with a screen full of clips from your life together but at one point a clip we're familiar with continues onto a part we've never seen before. at one point there's scenes you'd never have posted ten years ago, six years ago. at one point the pinof 1 tackle isn't cut off so abruptly

[nyssasatelier]

Speed paint of my Penelope design :

Who should i do next?

[addaxbones]

In theaters (addaxbones youtube channels) near you this September 6th with this great Cast

[flywolfwriting]

tmitde Ch 15

When Rosie hung up the phone she immediately got to work. She didn't start cooking right away; dinner needed to still be warm when they all arrived and unless Alastor decided to drag their daughter out of the theater - which he wouldn't, if he wished to avoid a scene - they wouldn't be home for two hours at least. That gave her time to straighten up the place.

Rosie kept a tidy home, but she took the time to dust and sweep, then checked all the locks on the doors and windows and drew the shades. She made sure all their emergency knives were in place, well hidden but easily accessible for those that knew where they were.

She didn't want this to end in violence if for no other reason than should it do so, they would lose Charlie forever, but she also knew Alastor would choose to protect them no matter what and if Lucifer was going to be difficult, he was going to be dead.

Once she finished she checked the time again and decided it was close enough to start on dinner.

She had just barely set the dish on the counter when she heard voices out front. Rosie quickly set aside her hot pads and apron and stood in the kitchen doorway, looking down the hallway to the front door. It opened.

The first one through was a small man she hadn’t seen in person but knew through newspaper photos and the odd television interview when she was out with a beau. He was far shorter in real life and far paler than the grays and blacks of print made him look - though that may have been due to the hand still firmly clamped on his shoulder and the thunderous expression of the man attached to it. Charlie was right behind him, eyes downcast and appearing thoroughly chastised. Rosie pursed her lips and folded her arms. The girl’s night was only just beginning.

As if sensing the disapproval Charlie looked up and caught Rosie’s eye, and quickly looked to the side. “I already got it from Al,” she mumbled sourly.

“And you’re going to keep hearing about it, young lady. Get your butt in here and set the table.” Rosie turned her gaze to the pair of men stepping aside to allow the girl to pass. She looked over Lucifer, who flushed under her gaze, before raising a brow at Alastor. “Well? Where are your manners? Are you going to introduce us?”

Alastor’s expression soured further. “Rosie, this is Lucifer. Lucifer, this is my wife, Rosie,” he said stiffly.

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[starrythomas]

The World Goes On, Chapter Twelve

Robert breathed in stale air and thought, I have got to get out of here.

[she-karev]

Getting Back Together (Japril Season 17 Reconcile Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Jackson Avery x April Kepner

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 7

AN: Don’t worry Japril fans this is the moment you have all been waiting for so buckle up and enjoy the ride. Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: Jackson and April finally talk about their feelings for each other and they both acknowledge what went wrong in their relationship and decide to try again.

Words: 1588

April 30th, 2020

April Kepner waits outside the hospital on the bench that is all too familiar to her. It’s the bench where she and Jackson sat and talked after a patient of her’s died. It was one of the last blissful moments they had as a couple before they received devastating news about their baby. It’s a bench that shows her what they had before all the turmoil and grief tore them apart.

Now she’s sitting on it hoping that things are different now, better. She hopes that once she finally acknowledges her part in their marriage falling apart the last of Jackson’s resentment will vanish and they can finally be on the right path. She hopes they can stop with the games, and they can find a way to move forward to what they can be.

“Hell of a day huh?” April sees Jackson come out of the building and approach the bench to sit at the marked spot six feet from her, “I mean just when you think you’ll have a somewhat normal day something comes along and smacks you in the face.”

April nods knowing the feeling as well, “How’s Amber? How’s DeLuca?”

“DeLuca is stable, luckily the knife only hit his spleen, and they had to take it out, but he should recover. Amber is with him right now.” Jackson leans back tired, “She was a wreck but thank god DeLuca made it otherwise I’m afraid of what would happen to Amber if it went another way.”

“I know.” April says in sadness, “When I thought you had died in that fire it felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest and stomped on.”

Jackson remembers when the ambulance blew up and he was able to walk away unscathed. After that he was confronted by April who hit him on the chest. He figured out that it was because she was mad at him for thinking she could live in a world without him in it.

“It was the same for me.” Jackson confesses, “When you were in Jordan, and I heard gunshots over the screen and it turned off. I never felt so useless and stressful than I did at the moment when I thought you had died.”

April looks at Jackson in thought understanding his resentment toward her when she chose to go back over staying with him more and more.

Jackson chuckles lightly and it catches April off guard, “Why is our timing always so terrible?”

April looks slightly amused by that question as it’s something she asked herself for years now but let’s Jackson continue.

“I mean I know it’s kind of been our thing and at this point it became somewhat funny but at some point, it was infuriating.” Jackson leans forward with his elbows on his knees, “I mean I want you at the same time you don’t want me. You want me at the same time I don’t want you. We get hitched the day you were supposed to marry another man. I start to believe that there’s a higher power right after you marry Matthew. And even with Harriet we had her when our marriage was falling apart.”

“Well, that last one worked out pretty well in my opinion.” April states with Jackson nodding.

“Yeah, she is the one good result from our horrible timing.” Jackson grins at that thankful for being a father to his little girl, “But still it makes me wonder if maybe, just maybe our timing could be right for once and we were meant to find each other over these last few months.”

April looks surprised by that as she expected it to be her to make that proposal first, “…I lied that night, when I said the kiss meant nothing. The truth is I said it to save us from the pain and hurt we caused each other when we were together. I was afraid we were gonna repeat Montana again.”

Jackson nods, “I get it and I felt the same way too but I’ve felt this pull towards you that didn’t go away not really. I mean even after you married Matthew, and I was with Maggie it’s…it’s like there was always some kind of force pulling us together and I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve tried to convince myself that it was old feelings reigniting, but the truth is those old feelings never went away, not deep down anyway.”

April licks her lips feeling butterflies in her stomach at this confession she has wanted for years now, “I feel the same. When I thought that kiss was just a distraction from reality for you I felt worse than I did the morning I got those divorce papers. I think that alone tells me that you are a part of me and it’s never gonna go away. And I don’t want it to.”

Jackson looks up at her with wide eyes at this as he feels them getting closer and closer to a future where they finally work as a couple and as a family.

“And…I know our relationship started to die when I left for Jordan.” April acknowledges to Jackson’s surprise, “When I saw Amber crying in your arms over DeLuca while he was in surgery, I think I got a glimpse of how you felt when you thought I died too. And I also saw the torment Amber felt when DeLuca left her, and it broke my heart seeing her like that. I saw the agony in her you must have felt when I was overseas, and I also saw the pain you felt when your dad left…and when I left.”

Jackson swallows the lump in his throat as those old feelings come back in small doses. He has learned not to be resentful towards her during that difficult time in both of their lives. However, hearing her finally admit her part in causing their marriage to implode finally wipes the slate clean.

April continues with apologetic eyes, “I put you through that and I am sorry.”

Jackson sighs and takes a moment to process before responding, “Look at first, I was resentful but eventually I understood why you left. My dad left me because he was a coward who couldn’t handle his family legacy, but you left because you ran away from the pain and the grief that was tearing us apart. You needed to deal with Samuel’s death on your own and learn how to stand on your own.”

“I did…” April admits before starting her next speech, “But I didn’t consider that you needed me as much as I needed you.”

Jackson moves closer to April as she continues, “When Samuel died you were this pillar of strength for me you helped carry me and made sure I wasn’t left alone to grieve. It made me think you could handle a year without me, but I was wrong because we were each other’s pillars” April moves closer to Jackson until their right next to each other with their masks on, “And I want us to be that again.”

Jackson can see she is serious and needs to speak up for her sake, “April I’m not looking for an apology for what happened or anything.”

“I’m not.” This surprises Jackson who sees the hopeful expression on April’s face, “We’re past the point of apologies when it mattered the most. But were not past the point of promises.”

April looks at Jackson in the eyes, so he knows she means what she says next, “If we do this again I promise you that I am not gonna leave you when we need each other the most. I’m done running away from my problems, from now on I am gonna run towards my joy. You and Harriet are the biggest and best joys of my life I will ever have on this earth. And I promise I am not gonna take it for granted again.”

This promise from April causes Jackson to feel like he is centered for the first time in years. For the first time he feels like he has everything he needs right here and right now. For the first time he feels like letting gravity do it’s job and give in to this magnetic connection he has felt towards April since the night of their boards.

He makes this known by intertwining his hand with April’s and she responds. They look at each other with love and hope in their eyes before Jackson speaks his part.

“You know Karev asked me last night if I wanted this time to be different between us, better than what we had last time. And I do.” April grins behind her mask finally feeling like everything is falling into place.

“I really want this time to be different April. Me and you. I missed having you in my life. You and me it just…it feels right.”

April brings herself closer to him laying her head on his shoulder that she used to do, “Ditto.”

Jackson snorts at this and grins at her, “Ditto? That’s your response?”

April chuckles, “I didn’t want to ruin the moment so don’t do it either all right?”

Jackson smiles laying his chin on top of her red head, “All right.” He does so by keeping quiet as well as she. For now, tonight they enjoy this moment of theirs that they have yearned for so long. They enjoy what will hopefully be the start of something new and better.

[flowerflamestars]

Hello! I hope you had a good holiday season! If you don't mind, I was wondering about Amren and what she is doing in Effloresce. I can't remember if Summer heist happened yet. Her boss, coworkers, and boss's totally-not-love-interest have fucked off to coerce human women to help them. Amren knows laws. She knows there will be consequences. She finds out about the Archeron ties to the city. Someone's going to tell her about the contract that will kill the ruling class of Night. She is the only rational one left on the ruling council.

Hi, thank you! I did- if a very, very busy one :)

If there were an emotional scale for the IC charting from Azriel at one end- having a centuries late break down, genuinely contemplating murder, off the rails, wings on fire, carnivorous shadows CHAOS- Mor would be dead in the middle- bristling with some kind of SOMETHING and concerned but not like. enough to do anything differently- Amren would round out the other side.

She's watching this all happen and gently yawning.

She's infinitely old.

(hello, thing that irritates me beyond belief in canon. She's old and otherworldly and!! why would that only manifest in mild grouchyness?? WHY)

We're pre-theft (which, ho boy, is going to be a fun one), but post almost everything else. Amren has been waiting out whatever stupid thing she knows Rhys will do, busy being a time bomb with a mate who?? doesn't know she's his mate? ridiculous, thinks Amren.

The thing is, she likes the Night Court. She also, at times, cannot help but look upon all these creatures around her like they're very small, brightly colored bugs and she's a hobbyist entomologist on her third aperol spritz watching them buzz flowers she planted, or occasionally die running into windows.

Amren knows things.

She's been waiting for Feyre to reveal some kind of SOME interesting Archeron intrepidness. For Rhysand to look at just the right record. For Feyre to try to go to the bank alone.

(For Azriel to pick up a crystal pitcher and physically start bludgeoning Rhys)

She IS rational, but like. Her goals aren't really...other people's goals. She's interested by what's happening. She has some serious thoughts about the current regimes long term trajectory. (Amren comes SWINGING into the Effloresce narrative.)

What's different, is that she's Night's second.

She's old enough she doesn't really make promises. But when she does, she keeps them. She's going to protect the Night Court, for the best possible future of the Night Court.

[muffinlance]

Little Zuko v the World, Chapter 45: Politics-Bending, With Guest Lecture by Long Feng

Long Feng kindly smiles upon all those commenters wishing for Long Feng to get his comeuppance. 

Latest Chapter || Read from the beginning

Summary:

Zuko finds Aang a month into his banishment. They’re both 12. Expect not-a-kid-person!Zhao, gratuitous saving from pirates, badass Yue, and some solid Appa/Zuko bromance. It is the hole in your life you didn’t know needed filling.

Book Two updating daily. <3

Other ATLA fics || Original works

[rowarn]

what would u say if i told u i just thought of another fic idea for simon......but this time maybe including soap and gaz......in a lil au maybe.............

[causticsunshine]

wanted to share the sentiment here too but didn't feel like rewriting the whole thing lmao so here are some Thoughts i had last night on twt regarding my weird relationship with my art whilst being in fandom:

i know i've definitely talked about this kind of thing in the past but it's been a very recent development that i actually understand what's been going on with me and why i've picked up this habit of letting a fandom i'm in / a piece of media i'm really into fully dictate my creative drive. like, just because i'm very interested or invested in something, it doesn't mean i necessarily feel inspired by it or inspired by it for the duration that it holds my interest, and forcing myself to create relative art or fic or what have you for the vested interest(s) has both dampened my desire to be creative as well as my imagination. i know a lot of people can be super into something or a few random things at once and that can keep them going for ages without them running out of ideas, but in my case, things that hold my interest aren't always synonymous with my creativity and i'm just now learning that despite how obvious it seems!

i also imagine i'm not the only person who functions like this but i personally haven't seen it spoken about very often (if it even needs to idk), so i wanted to bring it up / talk about it a little bit :)

[magicalboybasil]

Magical Boy Basil Chapter 10: Page 5

The way to any boy's heart is clearly a desperate necktie grab. I mean we have hand grasping, we have blushes AND some heavy implications regarding Aaron's relationship with his familiar on this page, heck yeah.

[daisywords]

wip intro: The Long, Long Way to Kaminatra

An unlikely duo is conscripted to escort a princess with a target on her head to her coronation in a foreign city

hijinks ensue, the plot does some twists, etc. etc.

Adult/general, alt-world low-magic fantasy, light on the romance, heavy on the adventure and shenanigans

Featuring (from left to right):

Sahl: the weirdest human alive

Edrio: our tour guide through the narrative. Literally just some guy going through a really weird time

Zafiyah: the princess; more to her than meets the eye

First scene under the cut:

Chapter 1: A Stranger in the Dark

Edrio jerked awake to the clang of the cell door. He threw his hands up to shield his eyes from the blinding light, the shackles on his wrists sliding down his arms. 

So this was it then. They had come for him at last. He got to his feet, determined to at least die with dignity. He would face death, look it in the eyes. He squinted through the torchlight to make out the faces of the guards. There were two of them. Oddly, they supported another figure between them, a pathetic, wet rag doll of a person who dangled limply from their grasp. Without a glance at Edrio, the guards threw their cargo into the cell and slammed the door. 

Edrio nearly called after them, but stopped himself. If they weren’t here to escort him to his execution, he certainly wasn’t going to invite them to reconsider. As the guards disappeared around a corner, the last remnants of torchlight faded, and he was left completely in the dark. 

He edged away from the door, skirting the perimeter of the cramped cell to avoid stepping on the new inhabitant. He eased down the wall, pulling his knees in tight. There was no sound from the other side of the cell, not even of breathing. He held his own breath to be sure, but still, nothing. 

Maybe it was some kind of sadistic ritual, throwing a corpse in with a condemned man for his last night alive? To remind him that he, too, would soon be a corpse? As if he could forget. 

Well, if that was their game, he wouldn’t play it. He stretched out his legs, adjusting his chain to get as comfortable as he could. He couldn’t see the corpse, so he simply would not let it bother him. He would show no fear. When death was inevitable, fear was purposeless anyway. 

Edrio had nearly dozed off again when the corpse emitted a low groan. Oh. Not a corpse then. “Hello?” he whispered. 

There was no answer. 

“All you alright?” he volunteered out loud, voice cracking from lack of use. 

Silence from his guest. Edrio sighed and scooted over, feeling over rough stone floor until his hands found cloth. 

The stranger was wet through, but not dripping, as if they had gotten soaked several hours ago and hadn’t had the opportunity to dry. He patted the bundle of rags, finding the shape of a bony knee. He found his way up to the torso, feeling for any obvious wounds. The stranger groaned again. The voice sounded male, from what he could tell. 

Edrio felt his way up to the stranger’s neck, which seemed uninjured, and up to his head. Without warning, teeth snapped at his fingers. Edrio jerked back with a yell, his flailing hands rattling his chain. He brought his bitten fingers to his own mouth and tasted blood—the bite had broken the skin. 

“What was that for?” he snapped. The stranger only hissed and snapped his teeth. 

Edrio retreated, deciding that if the stranger was well enough to bite, he would probably survive the night. And he didn’t seem to be mortally wounded, from what Edrio could tell in total darkness. 

He sucked his bleeding fingers, wishing he had something to disinfect the wound. Not that it mattered. A beheading would do him in much faster than an infected bite. 

Unless they weren’t going to bother with a beheading. Maybe the stranger was rabid. 

“Do you understand Garalá?” he asked. 

Nothing. 

“Ursesh?” he tried. 

The stranger mumbled something faintly. 

“Do you speak Ursesh?” Edrio asked in his clumsy Ursesh. 

“Get away from me,” the stranger spat. That was a yes. 

“Can’t, I’m afraid,” Edrio replied, rattling his chain for emphasis. 

The stranger said nothing. A distant rattling rang from somewhere further down the hall. In the days Edrio had been here, he had become accustomed to the mystery prisoner who would stir up a racket whenever it seemed to strike his fancy, every few hours or so. One had to pass the time somehow. 

After the cacophony of rattling chains and echoing, monkey-like screeches had subsided, Edrio listened again for the stranger, but could hear nothing. It was eerie, knowing that someone else was there in the dark, but sensing only emptiness. He felt prickly, as if the stranger were watching him, even though he knew he would be equally blind. 

“What are you in for?” Edrio ventured. 

The stranger spewed a long stream of words in Ursesh, most of which Edrio was unfamiliar with, and all of which were clearly foul. 

Edrio sighed. Just his luck to receive a companion to break the utter monotony of his last days, only for him to be as close to a feral dog as it was possible for a human to be. He rested his head on his knees and tried to fall asleep. But for someone whom he could neither see nor hear, the stranger was awfully hard to ignore. 

[deus-and-the-machina]

xenoblade 1 is interesting because when I first played it I had really mixed feelings. mostly I think because it had been slightly overhyped for me. there were so many videos with masterpiece in the description and people saying it was their favorite.

there was a lot that first turned me off during the story (namely the way it handled its female characters made me frustrated at multiple points) and also how they handled the revenge arc because I have very very specific taste in revenge arcs and I just dont think it landed for me. 

I think I appreciate it a lot more now that im fully deep into the series. I do like a lot about it, from its gameplay to its environment to a lot of the little cast interactions, to just shulk existing. yeah. yeah its alright