#Thread || Pestering Questions

[mantleoflight]

Echo watched him, observing his response and the response of his wounded darkness. He seemed both tense and pleased with himself. Was it triumph at her decision to withdraw her deepsight? Or smugness in knowing he had something she wanted? His question, however, made her cock her head.

"Transactional?" she said, tilting her head. She thought back to all the adventures she'd had, all the missions she'd gone one and he had a point but... "Isn't everything?" Echo asked, looking up at him curiously. "I mean, that's how everyone gets what they want if they can't kill you for it. And everyone wants something, don't they?"

She looked up at him, leaning on her knees. "Oh, I don't expect you to do anything to help me," she said, grinning with a shrug. "I expect you to do stuff that will help you. Again, that's what everyone I've ever encountered on your side does. Always out for number one while convincing others to worship at your feet. Well, maybe not yours but definitely Oryx, Xivu's, and Savathuns."

Echo let her voice drift before fixing her gaze on him again. "No," she said simply, "But I don't know who you serve. I know their name, I know they're considered an enemy, but I don't really know who or what they are." She paused, cutting herself off as if she were about to say something that might get her punted across the room.

So, she let the words die on her tongue and instead chose a more tactful thought.

"Which begs the question," she continued, sitting up a little straighter. "Why do you serve them? What did they do to earn your loyalty?"

Echo watched as the Disciple approached, his yellow eyes fixed on her as her blue optics fixed on him. He was tall and regal, as proud in his posture as she was scrungly. It was like a raccoon meeting a duke or something! She grinned at her own mental comparison as she made her own notes on the gargantuan figure.

Fire engine red covered his elegant body, though it was marred or maybe accented by the web of black scars that threaded across his shoulders and thighs. They almost looked like roots or veins and gave him a more ominous look. She'd need to ask him to pose for her some time so she could draw him! Get down the lithe figure that booted so many guardians across the way.

Echo leaned back on her haunches and laughed lightly. "Coward? Ha! I just wanna know how you did it! As a hunter, I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'live today, fight tomorrow'. Cowards yield and run away, then grovel when they're caught. We've got an Eliksni stuck on Europa who fills that category. Nah, you fought and got away with your life. That's a skill anyone with a brain should use!"

The exo paused and looked up at the Disciple's rectangular head and held out a friendly hand. "Name's Echo, and you?"

[purposefully-lost]

I can't remember if vamp Vi properly explained the dynamics of his family to Charlie?? I'm sure he'd leave a lot out just because it's terrible BUT, I'm writing a thing and I need to make sure he knows dGKCJCJ

Vic is at least 400. He kidnapped Bianca in the early 1900s, but he's had other children with other women, including Nick. Usually, he kills his "wives" off after getting what he wants, but he let Bianca stay to raise Vi because the little boy was nothing he'd handled before with all his extra mutations. After Vi hit adolescence, instead of killing her, Vic had her locked up in a room for most of the time after. She's let out to eat and if he wants to parade her around a bit (she's too broken mentally to be threatening to him), but otherwise Vi hardly sees her. He spends a lot of time outside her door just talking about the few moments he gets to be outside the manor. -- He's kept on a SHORT leash. If he was watched in the og verse, he's being fully surveilled here. There's little he does that his dad doesn't know about, and he wants Vi well behaved because he's more of a trophy than anything else.

Vi's probably told Charlie the last bit in very gentle terms, only because he figured their relationship wouldn't last. He may have phrased it as "I have a helicopter parent" rather than a full on crazed father dhDHDJXH

they need to kill Vic so bad dhdnDNDN

[snapghoul]

✨ More head canons (maybe? Sorta?) ✨

The Daggers socials

Note: I had to make fake a instagram account and post because I love this idea, I spent so much time on it.

✩ Tyler convinced Jake to start a YouTube and Instagram for the Daggers. It took him a few months of pestering but his brother eventually caved and shockingly Cyclone agreed (mainly for footage in case Maverick did something stupid again)

✩ The Dagger YouTube immediately got to a million subscribers in a matter of a month because Tyler promoted it on his and everyone immediately jumped on the band wagon. And the naval aviator enlistment has went up a few percentages.

✩ They don’t do live streams in the jets because when you’re going mock nine it’s a little hard for the go pros to keep connected. So they post recordings of exercises and informative videos on flying. When they do go live it’s Q&A inside the hanger.

✩ Bob is a fan favorite, there’s a Bob comment thread on each video, the longest one has 500 replies just says Bob. He, Fanboy, Halo, and Harvard do videos on WSO (back seating) explaining what they do and why they’re important.

✩ Rooster is more popular than Jake and it pisses him off, but mainly because everyone thinks Bradley is hot which he can understand the appeal. People love Maverick when he’s around because the man does crazy shit and the fans love when everyone panics and tries to out fly him before he locks on— they never do.

✩ Hangman is the certified yapper, he talks through most of the videos even when he’s not supposed to. Coyote and Rooster try to curb it sometimes but it rarely works.

✩ There are compilations of Phoenix and Hangman arguing/bantering mid flight with poor Bob in the back and most of them cut to Rooster with a unamused face. There’s also some perfectly cut scream ones. Those mostly consist of maverick scaring the others by appearing out of nowhere when flying.

✩ Tyler and the Wranglers watch the videos on their down time and even get some questions if they’ll ever collab.

✩ They do exclusive merch drops every two months, over half the profit goes to a new veterans association each drop.

[itsnotmeep]

LOOSE THREADS

This is my first time writing sorry for the mistakes and it is unedited with that please enjoy:) Gojo x reader (angst) ARRANGED MARRIAGE

PROLOUGE Red strings of fate, it is funny how a string as thin as a loose thread of clothing can connect two individuals forever. People romanticize the idea of a soulmate, finding comfort that there is someone out there who is molded to fit them. Yet they forget that love is the worst curse of them all and fate is cruel. When both are in play and the strings are tied it is inevitable that tragedy will loom near.

“Hey Megumi, what's up with Gojo and (L/N) sensei?” the pink-haired boy asked. Immediately catching the attention of all the students who were taking a break from sparing with each other.

  Panda who was previously showing off his new hand bands then added “ Yeah, even I don’t know”, then with a mischievous grin on his face “ Is something sneaky going on between them? Surely you would know, you knew them the longest right”. His question would be answered with Maki wacking him on the head.

“Stop with the conspiracy theories!” Panda began rubbing his head and Maki continued rubbing her chin. “Their dynamic is interesting though, he is unusually cold to her.”

“Cold is one thing but imagine my surprise when I caught him secretly asking Shoko sensei to check her after she came back from her mission. Men are always so weird” Nobara shared, murmuring the last phase to herself. 

“Whoa you were withholding that precious information from us the whole time. Are you serious?” exclaimed Itadori, withholding information himself. 

He recalls meeting the (h/c) sorcerer the first time after his “death.” In which Gojo sensei had put her in charge of him but never acknowledged her in the process simply stating “they will watch you” without an introduction. Before continuing to explain the curse toy as if she was never there in the first place. Yet the observant boy also caught his albino teacher take a long glance at the (h/c) sorcerer as he was leaving and she was making herself comfortable on the couch.

Nobara comments would open up the floodgates and before long the two first-years and three second-years would pester Megumi non-stop. The boy could only sigh, realizing that it was a subject in which he wouldn't be able to escape.

“It’s complicated, they are married” and with that the whole field erupted. 

( FLASHBACK )

They would first meet on a spring day, when (y/n) was just a young girl at the age of 7 and Gojo at the age of 8. The albino boy was well known in the community, not only coming from one of the major clans but his birth had also shifted the plain of the cursed world, beginning the age of stronger sorcerers and curses.

(l/n) clan was relatively new, emerging as a formidable clan roughly 2-3 generations ago. While other clans prided themselves on their offensive abilities, the (l/n) clan specialized on binding and trapping curses. So when (y/n) started showing signs of a curse technique of being able to manipulate threads and traps like that of a spider, she immediately became the pride of the clan. With her cousins and older siblings falling behind, she was branded with the future.

Further emphasize when the Gojo clan reach out to orchestrate a meeting between their youngest and her. This was a key way in which the (l/n) clan could establish themselves and without a second thought agreed, sealing (y/n)’s and Gojo’s fate.

Enamored would be the word that (y/n) would describe her first meeting. She could recall it vividly. The morning was hectic with her mother and aunts festering her, making sure her hair was done and her clothes were proper. Followed by her uncles checking on her and her father watching over constantly. What dampened her mood the most was when the head of the family, her grandmother, would call her over, nagging her continuously about the importance of the meeting. What was so special about meeting a boy? She had made many male friends, so what was the problem?

The ride there only made her annoyance turn into anger.  The sunlight was hitting her face a little too much, not only making her feel hot but irritated as no shifting could prevent the sun from hitting her. Her half tied hair was too tight and she could feel the urge to itch her hair, but doing so would ruin it. There was also an itch right on the back of her neck, where the tag of her dress seemed to be.

The amount of grown ups in the car made the ride stuffy and her aunt was leaning too close for comfort. They could have taken another car but her grandma had insisted that everyone could fit. Instead the car consisted of her grandma and the direct blood line which included her dad, aunt, uncle, older brother and herself. Her mom, younger sibling, significant others of her aunt/uncles and cousin were left at home.

The moment her uncle had announced they were at the Gojo estate the little girl slammed the door open, wanting to feel the breeze hit her. Hoping that it could even help the itch on her scalp. It wasn’t so long before a maid came to greet them and they were slowly led around the estate. 

Before she knew it she was faced with a room filled with elders, following what had been instilled in her. She immediately greeted everyone with a bow and introduced herself after her family. “Hello, my name is (l/n) (y/n), second born to (fathers name) and first granddaughter of (grandmother's name) . It is a pleasure and honor to meet you”. 

“She is well-mannered and her cursed energy is good,” one remarked.

“Her face is a little chubby but hopefully she will grow into her looks” another added.

“A little short though and somewhat short legs don’t you think” continued the other.

The elders continued, some even came close to personally examining her themselves looking at her fingers, touching her hair, pulling her skin. It wasn’t long before the oldest spoke up “That's enough, maid please escort her to the garden. I think we made a decision. It is time for the grown ups to talk” The oldest one walked up to her and patted on her head telling her “Why don't you go have a snack?”  She bowed and followed the maid not before seeing the elders whispering into the ear of another maid.

The garden was stunning, filled with blooming flowers with a pavilion sitting in the middle. Within the pavilion was a floor table with 4 cushions to sit on, although the flowers were beautiful. What caught her eye was the traditional snacks decorated the counter. With the hell she went through she deserved a snack and instantly took a seat and started snacking.

“Aren’t you eating a little fast, the food isn't going to run away from you” before she could snort out a reply, she was faced with cerulean eyes seemingly inches from her face. His close proximity made her heart slightly race and a blush to creep on her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His eyes were the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her life even today nothing had outshine them in her mind. His eyelashes were so long and framed so beautifully that it was as if Michelangelo himself had meticulously worked to place each one perfectly on him. 

Taking that moment of distraction the boy had flicked her forehead snapping her out of her trance. “ So you’re the girl they were talking about huh. All this talk but you are weak”. (y/n) was flabbergasted wanting to yell back but started choking on her food. The boy's laughter filled the air as the girl continued to cough, reaching her hands out for tea to smooth her throat.

As she finally settled herself the boy took a seat across from her. “You’re not so great yourself for the boy who changed the world, you ummm… look like a blind white rat.” The boy’s face shifted taking a dark turn, (y/n) felt her hands become sweaty fear and nerves slowly overtook her as she wished to have just ignored him.

All before his expression changed to one of teasing “ Your interesting, no one had the nerve, names is Gojo Satoru”

“(l/n) (y/n)”

“Whoa you have fat cheeks kind of like a hippo”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

The banter continued on for an hour, Satoru teasing the girl and the girl arguing back. Having grown up surrounded by those who feared him, the girl's openness had drawn her to him, giving him the breath of fresh air he had needed.

What the girl didn’t know was how his eyes had captured her, her whole being had captured him. He wasn’t sure if it was his need for some company or her pure beauty. He would never tell anyone but from the moment he first saw her in her dress, hair slightly messy from the breeze, stuffing her check with food he had felt the need to go towards her, like an invisible string railing him to her.

It wasn’t long before (y/n) noticed how Satoru didn't eat any of the snacks but just moving them around. “Why aren’t you eating any of these” Satoru would answer by throwing one of them at her “What is your problem” The boy laughter rang once more “You should have seen your face”

After calming down he replied “They always serve these treats, the elders like them so a variety is always served here” The little girl looked at the table noticing how the treats were not ones that were sweet, it made sense the elder preferred savory and delicate flavors. It made her recall all the times in which her dad or mother would tell her things were too sweet. For a 7 year old it made her feel bad for him because she could imagine living a life without ever tasting anything as sweet like cake or cookies.

Recalling how she had kept a piece of chocolate in the small pocket of her dress, she pulled it out. (y/n) had originally planned to eat it after they left the estate.Yet thinking about the possible sad life of the teasing boy made her give it to him.

Reluctantly reaching out her hand she said “Here try this”. Satoru looks at her hand curiously before reaching forward and taking the candy. Without sparing a second, he opened the wrapper, sniffed it and put it in his mouth. The sweetness coated his mouth and he was in love. With his mouth filled, he asked “Do you have anymore?Give them to me now!” 

The girl slightly giggled before saying “You should say please, and no, I don't have any more but next time I can bring some. I assume you haven't tried much sweet stuff huh. I can bring a bunch of new stuff next time we meet.” (y/n) had failed to notice the blush that her giggles had painted on Satoru’s face. 

In her naiveté, she noted “Wow you must have loved the sweet dearly because your ears are red”. It was met with a rice cracker hitting her forehead.

The conversation continues with her describing all the desserts she could think of and how he should try them. The boy listened longingly and told her to bring them next time she came. Fully aware that he could easily order a maid to get them for him. Yet he had wanted her to come back and the promise of sweets was just a plus. 

Before long (y/n) fathers voice rang out calling her. She hastily got up but not before promising to bring cookies next time she saw him.

“Don’t forget your promise alright?” he put his pinky out looking into her eyes.

( FLASHBACK END )

“WHAT HOW LONG WERE YOU GONNA KEEP THAT BOMB OF INFORMATION FROM US?” Itadori exploded

Panda followed, “I thought we were friends.” dramatically, putting his paw over his chest.

“MEN ARE TERRIBLE! Why would he treat her like that? my opinions on Gojo sensei are dirt now” Nobara added.

“Yeah, I knew that Sensei definitely had a problem but isn't this much” the pink-head exclaimed disappointed.

“Look guys I don’t know what happen for sure but it's complicated” Megumi said

“Yeah we shouldn’t speculate, plus being a sorcerer is already challenging in itself, we knew when we signed up.” Maki shared.

Although they all had much to say, Maki's voice resonated and they ended the topic. Speaking of the devil, not a minute later they heard the voice of (l/n) sensei. ”Are you guys done training? I brought some snacks to enjoy” All the students felt some pity for the older women but found some spirit and shouted at her thanks as they cleared their stuff and meeted her. As they walked to the snacks, Megumi walked in the back with the teacher. He had known her for 10 years now and couldn’t help but feel protective for the women who had shown up through the years to help him.

“You okay Megumi”

“Yeah let's go eat” the dark-haired boy mumbled. 

Thats the end i planned for this to be a series but im not sure yet. Once again sorry for the grammer mistakes it hasnt been edited

[dorcas4meadowes]

could you do a luke fic where an apollo kid reader teaches him how to play guitar?(and maybe sing together) also i love your works🫶

Taught Strums

Pairing - Luke Castellan x Apollo!reader

W/c - 1.5

Master list

A/n: you are so sweet ml <33

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Attempting to engage a handful of demigod children proved to be tedious. It was more tempestuous than a quest ever could ever be. You were exceedingly grateful for your students' inherent abilities to produce music, but it sounded as pleasant as a group of seven could on untuned guitars.

This was the most demanding part of your mornings, seeking out gratitude amongst the ringing noises. You woke with the desire to teach and would leave feeling mildly accomplished, but mostly drained. You loved your siblings, but they had demonstrated to be rather difficult.

You moved your brother’s grip to grasp a chord and allowed a gentle note to caress your ears.

“When can I learn a song?” He asked, strumming gently against his instrument.

“You keep this up and maybe by the weekend.” You replied with a soft smile.

“Really!?” The small blonde you assisted, beaming at his success.

You wouldn’t admit to favourites amongst your siblings, but the Solace boy raised your spirits.

Your sister called for your assistance and you were once again whisked away to help, oblivious to the eyes that remained on your applicable frame.

Your boyfriend was at the dining pavilion playing a distracted game of cards, his gaze gently on you. He watched you lean forward, the beads around your neck slipping over your shirt, his sight set on an additional emblem that graced the thread around your neck and his. Few campers had nostalgic pieces adorned to their threads, Annabeth had her fathers college ring, a few of the demeter kids had resin pressed flowers, but you and Luke shared a small stone carving a Lyre. It represented your gift, your love and the ever dreamt of Elysium. The charm is a constant affirmation of who you belonged to and who he would seek out in the depths of Tartarus.

“Luke,” Chris gestured, having to repeat his name to gather his attention, “your play man.” He mindlessly set out a card and let his gaze return back to your attentive grasp, soaking in your warmth. He couldn’t help but dismiss the meaningless game when you were near, he was like a moth to a flame, your fire slowly making his other priorities melt.

“Dude just go.” Connor took the pile of cards back and began to shuffle them, a few of them floating on the ground.

Luke didn’t have to be told twice and let the invisible guide between you tug him to your presence, to your sweet smile and gentle hands. His inherent nature was dependent on you, he was forever reaching out.

“Hi Luke,” a few of your siblings chorused, your head turning at his arrival.

“Bad time?” He asked.

“Just a minute,” you replied, turning to your sister. While you assisted the girl your siblings instantly flocked to Luke, asking questions about swords and fighting, the real world and about anything that came to their small minds.

As to your promise you salvaged him from your pestering - loving - siblings, explaining that practice was to be finished later, leaving them with a guitar’s neck in your grasp.

“Where to, ‘Lucy Gray’?” he asked, his calloused hands finding yours.

“You’ll see.”

The sun followed wherever your feet trailed, an ever glowing halo making your skin warm to the touch, Luke forever in the palm of your hand. You led him towards the lake, just to where the stones met the lush grass and blanketed at the base of an Oak tree, a seat woven from the flora and roots.

The plants saved you from your troubles and moulded around you, sculpting against your body and Luke’s alike, your guitar resting in your lap. Your eyes flickered to the splash of Naiads who retreaded under the rush of waves, the women’s tails snapping against the tension of the water, and letting it ripple against the tide. You turned your gaze to Luke, who’s never left yours. Your boyfriend had a tendency to stare, his mind would buzz and his head would tilt a little, but you couldn’t sustain contact for as long as he could, so you turned to your instrument.

The notes your fingers strum were pure and resonant and echoed through the stillness. Your fingers pulled across the strings with ease while you let a soft hum leave your lips, a whisper to the passing breeze.

You had a gift, distinguishable from your siblings. Children of Apollo had a tendency to lean towards the liberal arts, but you could manipulate sound like none of your siblings. The gift came after a rather uneventful evening in Olympus, Apollo was feeling bored and after your generous offerings he decided to grant you with the ability to hypnotise through your music. Your art tempted people, it made them forget their own names, it was a temporary trip from their troubles and had them craving your sound, fumbling under your voice.

Luke was not immune to your gifts and he adored them greatly. With you beside him he could appreciate his surroundings, the music pushing his stresses into the background.

“Can you sing?” He asked, his tone gentle. This was his request any time an instrument was in reach.

You smiled at his question, he still made you feel needed after years of people’s pleading. Your fingers smoothly eased between chords and began to play a song which plagued your mind, the lullaby which kept you at ease and proved your love is yours, all yours.

Moon a hole of light

Through the big top tent up high

Shinin’ down on me

The words rolled off your tongue with ease and were sent directly to Luke, slipping through his entire body. You fingers continued to toy with the strings and he continued to lean towards your presence, becoming completely in awe with you once again.

My baby, here on earth

Showed me what my heart was worth

So, when it comes to be my turn

He felt as if the words were crafted for him, each strum and pluck had him in mind, that the choreography of your fingers embraced him. It felt that way at least.

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

You lingered on the last note and then changed your grip and speed, confusing the brunette. Your hands trailed up the instrument then stopped looking over to him, setting the guitar beside you and nearing closer to him, resting your legs over his and pulling the instrument into your grip once more. You pushed the head in his direction which he graciously took then plucked at one of the strings, a painful sound from his flicking.

“Here.” You took his hand and settled it above the strings, his arm resting against the pure wood waiting for instruction. Your fingers climbed over his and delicately plucked at the string closest to him, pulling at it in a repeated manner. Once he grasped it you leant over to his other hand to linger between a few frets, the pattern continuous and difficult for his feeble fingers.

“Mhm, just like that,” you praised, your words lightening his view. He continued to pluck the strings and move his other hand, occasionally forgetting his next move which he picked up easily.

Once he became comfortable with the pattern he noticed your hands underneath his, playing a more complex tune. The two sounds - out of time - familiar to him.

You had shifted so you were practically in his lap and spoke “Ready?” To which he nodded, he would always be ready for you. You started, him following sourly after you, you slowed a little gaining motion with him.

“What is it?” He asked, his fingers messing up, his lips letting out a soft hum.

In your response you sung the chorus in time lowly.

I heard he lives down a river somewhere

With six cars and a grizzly bear

He's got eyes, but he can't see

Well he talks like an angel, but he looks like me

He smiled sweetly, still out of pace, but his dimples showed for your accomplished work. His soft curls fell over his gaze, obstructing him slightly, but he didn’t mind, he enjoyed the simple pleasures as your hands brushed against one another, his lips buzzing a soft sound.

I heard you sold the Amazon

To show the country that you're from

Is where the world should want to be

You both choked out verses and let your voice guide his. He was not a child of Apollo - his voice cracks were questionable - but it was sweet being amongst one another with no other priorities.

When Luke’s fingers became numb he relaxed into your side, his curls tickling your neck and soft breath hitting your skin. You continued to toy at the strings and drifted between a piece you’ve been working on and trying to memorise.

You were a ballad and he was dyslexic, your relationship was a constant blur.

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[mondaymelon]

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“...That’s the briefing. Any questions?” Sango uncrossed her arms, glancing up from the paper she was reading off of. It was a chilly evening at the Bantan Sango Detective Agency, and you regretted not bringing an extra layer of clothing with you to work.

You sighed, your exhale turning white in the frosty air. The sky had already blended black, tiny pin pricks of bright stars resembling white paint scattered on a midnight canvas hung like a dusty backdrop. The days had been growing colder of late, and the maple leaves that loosely clung to the trees now blanketed the cobblestone streets. “Typical of you to hand me over to some tiring task right before the festival… that other guy, genius detective Shikanoin Heizou, why not ask him instead and spare me the trouble?”

The brunette’s expression grew strained. “You know I don’t talk to him anymore. Besides, he quit a long time ago. He works for the Tenryou commission now, and I hear that quite the skilled man. Wherever he is, he always finds a way to boast about him, I suppose…” Her voice trailed off with an exasperated groan. “It doesn’t matter. Are you going to take the job or not?”

“Do I really have a choice?” Judging by her scammer-like smile, you already knew the answer before you asked the question.

“Nope.” And just like that, she thrusted the manila folder of information into your arms, several pieces of paper flying out of it in the process. “Have fun, I’ll see you at the Halloween Festival later!” She sprinted away before you could even get in another word.

As expected. Sango was rather stone-faced, yet she only grew more and more animated as you got to know her. You didn’t know exactly what happened between her and that redhead detective, but you weren’t one to pry for details the other wasn’t willing to provide. Besides, you still had Ryuuji to pester for help… not. He had long since gone home for a weekend vacation.

“This is why I’m miserable.” You shook your head, reluctantly glancing through the information in the files given.

[ 48 missing people.

No attacks on children. Prime targets seem to be young adults regardless of gender.

Only three bodies have been retrieved.

Bodies are drained of blood. Puncture wounds in neck. Inscriptions on body...

Last event was Oct 24. Tanaka Oda, aged 24. Inferred to have gone missing at night. Had gambling problems but otherwise was a clean slate. ]

“Shit, this sounds like something from a legend… couldn’t these just be wild animal attacks?” You examined the photos, spotting the sunken eyes and dry flesh. “Ah, but unless it was an 8 foot tall bat… and the runes. How the fuck would a bat write? The work of a cult, maybe? Human sacrifice has been a thing before, and that would certainly explain the markings on the corpses, would it not…?” You didn’t have enough evidence to come to conclusions now, nor the sufficient amount of sleep. You had never exactly been the most intelligent, which made you question why Sango had even assigned this case to you in the first place. To give it to the least capable detective in the workforce must’ve meant that it must be an insignificant mystery, right? Then it’d only be a while until all the threads came unraveled. That, at the very least, provided you with a sense of comfort.

That sensation was a fleeting one, shattered by the shrill cry of a woman in the distance. High-pitched. Terrified. You snapped your head up, hastily shoving the evidence in your arm and sprinting towards the sound. It happened again, a broken cry piercing through the misty night. Smoky tendrils swirled in the air and curled around your ankles.

Where had the civilians gone? There wasn't a soul in sight. There were no lights in the windows. Food stands were left unattended as smoke rose from their stoves.

You pulled out into a clearing. There she was. She couldn't have been more than twenty years of age, her paper-white skin contrasting with the pink on her cheeks. Her kimono was strewn, creased as if someone had grabbed her with force. You could see the blood seeping from the bite wound on her neck. Her skin was icy cold. Her pulse had gone dead.

No. Not a wild animal.

This... A word, one spoken in storybooks, flashed in your mind.

There wasn't time to dwell on it. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribcage. There was someone. In the alleyway. They had seen everything.

"Huk...!"

He made a sound, then his body crumpled to the ground.

His inanimate corpse glowed with a sinister energy. Lines of foreign words circling around his arms and chest blazed forth, shining a deep red against the black night. A tongue you couldn't comprehend. A forgotten, ancient language that had long since been buried.

His body gave a spasm, shaking. It was as if he was a doll, and his joints creaked and groaned as they bent in upon themselves. Where his heart should have resided instead was a crystal-cut ruby, quivering in the open air. His eyes bulged, and then they were no longer there, bursting into a fountain of red. Then, he stilled.

He didn't move again.

Silence. Suffocating. There was something building in the back of your throat. You could taste the bitter bile on your tongue.

"F...Fuck."

Two bodies, cruelly bent and misshapen. The woman in the clearing, the blood pooling from her wounds growing cold. Her face was an almost ashen gray, and her dead marble eyes stared blankly into the sky. What was there to look at?

Then, the man. Twisted arms hung morbidly from his frame. His bloody, mangled sockets lay bare as they gazed at nothing at all. His bloodied body slowly dissipated as ashes in the wind. It was the smell of iron.

You exhaled a shallow breath. You could feel the tremble of your hands as you held them over your mouth. Shit. Shitshitshitshitshitshit. You wanted to scream, cry. You shouldn't. You couldn't.

Droplets of crimson lay scattered on the ground. A trail of blood.

Blackened remains of the cursed. A trail of his ashes.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛʀɪᴀʟ.

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[mimicha-arts]

SGDLR Audiobook, Ep 33

The audiobook and new arcs are my blessing. I really love the 5th story and the final scene just knocked the ground out from under my feet. It's so sweet, so sweet. I really wanted to write it down and keep. Basically this post is a copy of my thread from twitter for the archive.

Friendly reminder, I'm not a native speaker, there is also no subtitles. I'm trying my best, but I can't hear everything and probably made mistakes. Please keep in mind, I wrote it just for reference.

For context: The client in this arc is Nannan. At the end of the case, after some time Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang come to the amusement park where they meet Nannan. The three of them have a rather funny convo, Nannan is also very cute, I think he’s a little bit not able to “read the room” <'D

In the end, Nannan asks why they both came here today, and Cheng Xiaoshi first says that they are just taking a walk, but a little later he answers more honestly - that his parents also took him to this park when he was a child, that’s why he and Lu Guang came here.

He feels awkward talking about it. But Nannan, who was also abandoned, understands Cheng Xiaoshi. Nannan even asks Cheng Xiaoshi “did he find anything” - Cheng Xiaoshi shakes his head negatively, then Nannan replies “neither do I”. And says that he still remembers that day he was abandoned, right down to what color his mother's dress was. It can be said that they understand each other, their traumatic experience very well. The final scene: Afterwards, Nannan leaves. Cheng Xiaoshi looks at his back, standing still, until - Until Lu Guang brings the lollipop to Cheng XIaoshi’s face, pokes at his cheek with it. Cheng Xiaoshi: What are you doing? Lu Guang doesn’t move, still holding the lollipop in his hand, his face doesn't express anything. After Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't receive any response from Lu Guang, he takes the lollipop from him, indignantly pulls off the paper wrapper and puts the lollipop in his mouth. Surrounded by soft morning light, Cheng Xiaoshi almost sees Lu Guang‘s smile. But before this smile is captured, Lu Guang hides it. Lu Guang: There aren't enough memories from the past, let's make some new ones He doesn’t wait for Cheng Xiaoshi’s reaction. After these words, he starts walking away without turning his head towards Cheng Xiaoshi. Cheng Xiaoshi didn't expect Lu Guang to say that. He freezes in place, doesn’t know how to react. Until Lu Guang turns to him, looks at him - by the narrative, at that moment they are both drowned in tender sunlight. Then, Cheng Xiaoshi thinks - that’s right, to make new memories. Cheng Xiaoshi moves, walks towards Lu Guang, walks towards “new memories.” Cheng Xiaoshi pesters Lu Guang with questions. He asks about where Lu Guang has got the lollipop. Then, assuming it isn’t from the nearest kiosk, asks again - does it even open or not right now? Lu Guang doesn't give him an answer. It all ends with following: Cheng Xiaoshi: Do you have more (lollipops)? Lu Guang: No Cheng Xiaoshi: Then I'll buy you one. Lu Guang, embarrassed, raising his voice: Don’t! Stop talking! Cheng Xiaoshi laughs back.

[problemchildtm]

The Prophecy

Derek Morgan x fem BAU!Reader

Hurt/comfort

A/n: I feel like the beginning is a bit rushed but I'm overall happy with how this came out :)

Warnings: swearing, self deprecating thoughts, angst, lmk if I missed anything!

“I can’t do this anymore, we’re done. I’m sorry.”

That was the text you came back to after chasing an unsub for what felt like forever. You’ve been dumped via text before and it sucked. Your ex didn’t even have the decency to call. It wasn’t surprising. This guy was just the next thread in a string of terrible relationships.  

You weren’t hurt over the loss of the relationship, more so by the method and the lingering impression it left. You’d been scrambling to find love and in your efforts, you came to a realization: Love wasn’t meant for you. How could it be when every time you thought you found love it was ripped away without a second thought? The guys that were interested in you were awful and the one that interested you was forbidden. It was common knowledge that inter-team relationships were a no-go and even if they weren’t it’s not like the object of your affection shared your feelings. It was just your luck that you fell head over heels in love with one person you couldn't have. This only furthered the loveless thoughts and it didn’t help that you and Derek grew closer by the minute. He was always hyper-aware of you and it was no different tonight. 

As the final things related to the case finished, Hotch encouraged everyone to go back to the hotel and rest up before the morning flight. That was when the gravity of your prior thoughts hit you. You were tired of being hurt. The pain was etched on your face and, of course, Derek noticed. Unluckily for you, Derek was your bunk buddy for this case so there was no escaping his inevitable interrogation. He didn’t pry on the drive to the hotel, rather let the radio ease your mind. He didn’t even pester you when you got into the hotel room. You thought you were safe when he left you alone before and after his shower but you weren’t that lucky. “Is everything okay with you? You seem off.” Sighing you gave in, deciding lying wasn’t worth the trouble. “I just got dumped” Furrowing his brow he asked, “When? I didn’t see you answer your phone at all.” You opened the conversation between you and your ex and handed Derek the phone. “There was nothing to answer, he never called.” Derek looked angrier than you. Sensing this wasn’t the time to insult your idiot of an ex, he went to comfort you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“I think I’m gonna die alone” you stated. Taken aback Derek questioned your thought process. Your nonchalance quickly shifted as months of pent-up feelings resurfaced. “I meet someone and it’s like catching lightning in a bottle then it’s gone again. No one worthwhile has liked me like that and I’m not getting any younger,” you explained. Derek, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out how someone like you could think that. He kept trying to convince you that you were wrong but you wouldn’t budge. You were stubborn, it was something he liked about you in most cases. The back and forth continued and you were growing more annoyed by the second. You couldn’t get through to him at all. He left no room for you to talk down on yourself and to make it even worse he insisted on maintaining eye contact the entire time.

Sighing in frustration you tried to look anywhere else. “It’s like… there’s some invisible prophecy damning my love life to an eternity of barrenness.” If it weren’t for the embarrassment of the situation pulsing through your veins you’d have the courage to look up at him. “That’s oddly poetic,” he replied absentmindedly. After a short wave of silence, he continued his thought. “The failure of your past relationships doesn’t mean you’re doomed romantically you know.” You couldn’t help but scoff at his comment. “Derek please I got cursed like Eve got bitten.” Derek opened his mouth to respond but you kept talking before he could. “I know it sounds pathetic but I’ve always told myself a lesser woman would’ve lost hope after being crushed time and time again. Yet at the same time, a greater woman wouldn’t beg for happiness.” 

The outside world's sound couldn’t be louder as the two of you sat awkwardly. Derek wanted to speak up but whenever he tried, the words got caught in his throat. On the flip side, the quiet only egged you on. After the near breakdown you just had there was no going back. In truth, it felt nice to get everything off your chest. The self-deprecating thoughts had plagued your mind for some time and the act of bottling it all up was beyond exhausting. Regardless of the relief, you couldn’t help but feel ashamed. People go through worse daily and the case you quite literally just finished was a testament to that. Exasperated, you continued. “And I sound like an infant crying about something completely made up. I’m just so afraid I sealed my fate and will never find love.” Tears began to prick your eyes despite the efforts to compose yourself. Maybe it was the stress of the case catching up to you. Maybe it was the irony of venting about your failed love life to the man you were currently in love with. Either way, the dam was beginning to break. Just before the waterworks started you managed to get out a final plea to the sky: “Please, I don’t want money, I just want someone who wants my company. Let it once be me. For fucks sake who do I have to speak to about if we can redo the prophecy?” 

Teary-eyed you glanced at Derek and saw a look you couldn’t decipher. It was easy to see the sympathy laced with sadness buried within his brown eyes, but there was something else. If you didn’t know any better you’d say it was a look of regret. That glance turned into a full-blown stare. The tension in the room was palpable. Derek finally decided to cut it. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about yourself like that.” Confused you stared at him, hoping he would continue. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asked unexpectedly. The staring continued for a beat until you could gather your thoughts. “You don’t have to do this because you feel bad for me. I don’t need or want your pity date.” In signature Derek Morgan fashion he laid the charm on and said, “I’m offended you think I would ask you out for any reason other than me wanting to.” The previous confusion only grew after his statement and even more so after you agreed. You hoped for some acknowledgment of the situation or a confession but it was nothing. After you said yes to his invitation, he wiped away the remaining tears on your cheeks, kissed you on the forehead, carried you to your respective bed, and then climbed into his own. The situation kept you up for who knows how long. 

The next morning everything was almost normal. The only differences being the lack of weight on your shoulders and the onslaught of affection from Derek. It’s like he completely ignored or forgot what happened the night before. It felt nice to be liked by the man you loved but something was wrong. The day continued in the same fashion until you received a text from the center of your uncertainty: “Can I pick you up at 7 tn? You sent a quick reply and went on with your day, all while trying to ignore the anxiety bubbling within. Before you knew it, the time read seven o’clock and there was a knock on your door. You opened the door to find none other than Derek Morgan looking dashingly handsome, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The sight made a lot of your worries momentarily disappear. They came back when he started talking. 

He stood there for a second, silently admiring you. The admiration was followed by a breathless “You’re beautiful.” You thanked him with a smile and started walking outside when he stopped you. He took a deep breath and began talking. “Before we go, we need to talk about the hotel room.” You grimaced at the mention of it and he noticed. “I know it’s hard but I need to get it off my chest. First off I wanna apologize for leaving you hanging after you confided in me. Honestly, I didn’t know what to say; more like there was so much I wanted to say but couldn’t and I for damn sure wasn’t going to mess this up before it really started. I know my indecisiveness probably left you feeling a lot worse than you already did and I’m genuinely so sorry for that. The truth is I’ve liked you for a long time, way before Keith or David.” You cut him off with a giggle. “You mean Kenneth and Daniel?” Rolling his eyes he responded, “Whatever their names are they didn’t deserve you, and they definitely had no room to make you feel as though you were unloveable because you are.” He took a pause and you filled it. “How are you so sure that I am?” You asked gently. “I know you’re lovable because I’m in love with you. I’ve loved you for a year and sat back because I thought you were happy with those boys and now that I know you weren’t I refuse to give up on the possibility of us. Let me be the one to change the prophecy. I’d rewrite every damn word of it if it meant I had a chance in hell to be loved by you.” Lost for words, you lent up and kissed him while he happily reciprocated.  

You don’t know how long the two of you stood there but you do know that the date went amazing as did every other date that followed. It was pretty safe to say the curse had been lifted and whoever wrote the previous chapters of your love life completely flipped the script this time around. 

[writingcrustacean]

Of Threads and Mannequins

Pairing: Usopp x Fem Reader

Warnings: Mannequins. Usopp being a love sick fool.

Note: I, personally, am not a Usopp girlie. However, I think he's absolutely adorable! And the thought of him love drunk? Ugh, yes, too cute. Also, this turned out to be MUCH longer than I anticipated? Was also supposed to be Sanji originally, but it just fit Usopp more - in my opinion. So yes, at the very least, there will be a part two. Maybe more. Dunno.

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It was your tinkling laughter that drew him towards you, watching you in awe. The way you twirled in the sand, your soft yellow sundress flaring out around you. He could just barely make out the way the spaghetti straps were tied off at your shoulders or the small, delicate pink flowers you had tucked away behind your ear. You were barefooted, with a matching pastel yellow on your toes and a wide smile gracing your lips. Your eyes were closed as you threw your head back, basking in the warmth of the sun.

He was pretty sure he hadn't died yet, but that didn't explain why an angel like you was living amongst men like him. Either way, Usopp was enchanted. Spellbound. Entranced. Your joy and beauty were unrivaled by any women he had seen before, probably after, too. 

Snap.

Usopp hadn't realized he had taken a step closer, or two, or however many. Not until his foot connected with a long-forgotten tree branch, pulling you both out of your own fantasies. His head shot down to the branch, and his mouth opened in surprise. You, however, only cocked your head as you turned to look at him. When he looked back up, he met your gaze and found himself sinking into it's depth. The way your eyes sparkled and shined reminded him of gems, precious treasures worth millions—maybe more. 

“Shishishishishi!” The sniper heard behind him, freezing at the laughter of his captain. “Hey Usopp, where'd ya go?”

The long-nosed pirate turned his head, glancing over his shoulder in the direction he could hear his captain barreling towards him. He called back with an ‘over here’ before turning his attention back to you, only to be met with disappointment. He could see where you had been standing, your footprints etched into the sand. But it was like you had disappeared into thin air, as those were all that had remained of you.

— — — — — — — —

The town on this island was full of life. Small children squealing with laughter and excitement, men and women chatting along the streets. Bright colors painted on the buildings, flags fluttering in the wind. It was like this part of the world was untouched by the cruelty of the outside, a haven of sorts. The only one in his group not seeming to enjoy the lightheartedness is Zoro. But then again, when was he not grumbling about something if he didn't have a tankard in one hand?

“So, tell us again about the girl you saw?” Robin's calming voice questioned the sniper, her eyes barely glancing over at him.

He wanted to wave it off, having already rambled about you for the umpteenth time while Zoro and Sanji rolled their eyes at him. They were probably thinking something about how he made it up, even though he swore up and down that it was the truth. You were an angel, soft and gentle and warm and free. 

Zoro scoffed, “Something about a yellow sundress and spinning.”

Usopp glared at him; however, Robin's ‘hmm’ caught his attention. “What?” He asked, turning his full attention to the dark-haired woman. She didn't respond; she just stood there, staring in a direction off to his left. “Robin, what is it? What are you looking at?” He pestered her.

“Huh,” Zoro murmured, once more gaining Usopp's attention. He, too, was looking in that direction. 

Finally, Usopp gave in and glanced at what caught their attention. And there you stood, in the window of a quaint little shop, while a gaggle of children surrounded you. Your smile lit up your face, and your mouth opened in what must have been laughter. What faces of the children he could see all stared up at you, eyes twinkling and with matching smiles. Of course, you would be good with kids; it only made sense.

Robin and Zoro both shared knowing looks before walking past Usopp, towards the shop with ribbons and tape measures and fabrics lining one of the shelves next to your group. That pulled Usopp back into reality, shocked and confused by whatever they had planned. “Wait, no! You guys! What are you doing?”

Panic was written along his figure, shaking hands and quivering lips. His crewmates said nothing, did nothing. They just continued walking towards the shop.

The tinkling of a bell alerted you to the new guests, and you turned to them, dipping into a small bow to greet them. “Welcome to Ribbons and Rosettes! If you find anything you fancy, please let me know.” Your voice was sweet and warm, seemingly caressing Usopp's skin and swallowing him whole. And your voice was like music, better than that of Brook's creation even.

It was when your eyes caught ahold of him that you hesitated, your smile faltering for just a second. But you were quick to move past it, turning your attention back to the awaiting children that only began to chant your name—or so the three of them guessed, at least. It was confirmed when a smaller girl with blonde pigtails and pink ribbons gently tugged at your dress, calling your name to gain your attention. Usopp was frozen, watching as you knelt down to the girl so she could whisper something in your ear. The smile on your face was small, soft, and gentle. And the look in your eyes was soothing and relaxed. 

Eventually, a mother came by with a bag in hand, ready to drag her two kids back home. They trailed behind her, waving frantically over their shoulders towards you. Soon, the other parents collected their kids, each waving just as enthusiastically towards you as they left. The only one left was the one with pigtails, whom you had scooped into your arms and toted over towards the sales counter. Your coworker, maybe your boss, took the girl from you and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Robin and Zoro strolled around the tiny little shop, hiding snickers behind their hands at the dumbstruck look on their friend's face. And you, they were certain you noticed the way his eyes followed after your every movement, drinking you in from head to toe. Admiring your soft curves, your glittering eyes, your carefree smiles.

“Excuse me, miss…?” Robin's voice called from over one of the mannequins at the back of the shop, eyes locked on you as she waited for an answer. It took you a moment to realize she was calling for you and not Rosette herself, the owner of the shop. After you told her your name—though you were certain she must have overheard at least one of the kids earlier—she turned her attention back to the mannequin before her. “This shop, what all services does it offer?”

“Ah, Rosette, she's a dressmaker; she specializes in dresses but can make just about anything. I'm actually wearing one of her creations!” For emphasis, you did a small twirl, the skirt of the dress dancing around your figure for the second time before Usopp's eyes. “But she also offers various supplies for anyone looking to make their own clothes. I mostly just help out with keeping the store in running condition.”

Rosette rolled her eyes at your side, the little girl giggling in her arms. “Don't let her fool you. That piece in front of you is one of hers. Taught her everything she knows, ever since she was as big as this one.”

Robin scanned over the dress in front of her, a floor-length skirt that was ruby in color. A slit to about mid-thigh on the right side, loose and flowy in nature. The material was soft as she ran her hand along it, letting it slowly slip between her fingers. Not a stitch out of place, the lines even. Upon further inspection, she noticed the pattern on the underside of the skirt. Intricate swirls and waves in a shade of red just barely darker than that of the rest.

Suddenly, the mannequin twitched, and Robin gasped, pulling away from her admiration. Usopp and Zoro both turned to look at the sound of her panicked noise. Though for Usopp, it was quite a struggle. The mannequin took a handful of steps, making small twirls here and there. The skirt moved gracefully with its dancing, showing off just how well made it truly was. And then it was back in its spot. There was no noise to be heard, not until a smack rang throughout the storefront, Rosette's hand making contact with your upper arm in light annoyance. Then came peals of laughter, coming from the angel herself—or so Usopp told himself.

The three pirates turned to look at you, all sharing similar looks of shock and wonderment. “Sorry, sorry! I just figured, ya know, if you're going to look at it, you might as well see what it looks like in action.” Your grin was broad, shrugging your shoulders lazily. You had to have been purposefully ignoring the glare Rosette was sending your way; you had to not care about the way she pursed her lips in distaste.

“I think our captain might like you,” Robin hummed, a hint of playful amusement playing at her smile.

[amiableness]

Peek of Threads pt 2!

i've been gone for ages so i thought it might be nice to show you guys a bit of part 2 for threads! love you all! 💌

The initial week of classes slipped by with surprising ease. Transitioning back into the rhythm of school life after an extended absence proved challenging, yet the thought that this was your final year served as a guiding light through the adjustment period.

Sirius had been notably absent since the night he abruptly departed from the common room. Whenever your paths crossed, he shot you a steely, inscrutable gaze before swiftly veering in another direction. It was a departure from his usual demeanor. Typically, he relished in pestering you, delighting in the opportunity to provoke a reaction.

"What's going on with him?" Lily inquires, clutching her books against her chest, her gaze following Sirius quizzically as he slips into the Potions classroom behind the rest of the boys.

"I'm not sure." You reply to Lily, opting for honesty, though you choose not to disclose your recent encounter with him in the common room. Somehow, you sense that she might blow it out of proportion, and it wasn't worth the fuss.

As you step into the classroom, you resist the urge to scan the room for Sirius. Instead, you swiftly locate the first available seats and pull Lily along with you. A sigh escapes your lips, prompting Lily to glance at you with a furrowed brow. Your off-kilter mood doesn't go unnoticed; she sensed it when she looked at you this morning.

She goes to open her mouth to question you about your state, but Professor Slughorn interrupts.

"Good morning, class! I trust everyone's prepared to discover their partners for today." Professor Slughorn greeted, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he caught the annoyed sighs drifting through the room. He couldn't help but chuckle inwardly; he had indeed mentioned last class that they would all be assigned partners, but it appeared that a few students had conveniently forgotten.

Your attention wavered as Slughorn continued to announce the pairs, your thoughts consumed by the enigma of Sirius's recent behavior. It grated on your nerves, his uncharacteristic silence leaving you bewildered. Sirius Black, of all people, never one to shy away from confrontation, now seemed to be actively avoiding you. The realization gnawed at your insides, fueling a growing frustration. What had gotten under his skin so much?

"Lily Evans and Sirius Black," Slughorn announced, the words slicing through the air with finality. James emitted a groan before Slughorn could even finish speaking. Your gaze darted to James, registering his reaction, before instinctively shifting to Sirius, who sat beside him. His eyes were already fixed on you.

“Y/n Y/l/n and Felix Scalding.” As your name is called, you reluctantly tear your gaze away from Sirius, only to find yourself meeting the gaze of a grinning Felix. A ripple of amusement passes between you and Lily, who nudges you with a knowing look. Felix had harbored an unyielding determination to win a date with you for as long as you could remember.

As Professor Slughorn concludes his announcements, he instructs everyone to find their assigned partners and take their seats. The classroom erupts with the scraping of chairs against the stone floor and a low murmur of conversation.

"I'd suggest switching partners, but I already know your answer would be no." Lily quips with a smile as she gathers her belongings. You simply shrug in response, acknowledging the truth in her statement.

"Perhaps not this time." You retort before making your way to the front of the classroom, leaving Lily chuckling behind you.

You’re halfway to Felix when Sirius stands in front of you, blocking your path, “You’re going to ask for a new partner, right?”

"No, thankfully, I'm not stuck with you." You snap back, a hint of irritation in your tone. Sirius narrows his eyes at your retort. Suddenly, someone bumps into you, causing you to stumble and inadvertently collide with Sirius. His quick reflexes kick in, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady you by your hips. The unexpected touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through you, leaving you both momentarily off balance as you stagger back.

"The guy is bloody obsessed with you, princess." Sirius spats out, his voice tinged with frustration as he glared down at you.

You met his gaze evenly, unflinching. "I'd hardly call having a crush being an obsession." You retort, your tone laced with defiance.

"He's gonna spend the entire time flirting with you." Sirius snaps, his eyes darkening as he locks onto yours. The intensity in his gaze mirrors the agitation you witnessed from him during that tense encounter in the common room the other night.

"I can handle that. Can you?" The words escaped your lips before you could fully process them, surprising both Sirius and yourself with their sudden sharpness. You waste no time, brushing past Sirius without a second glance as you make your way toward Felix.

[fictarian]

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

✧.* Am I seriously writing this at 1 in the morning, just because of a random burst of energy? Yes, yes I am

✧.* Anyways, WELCOME TO THE FIRST PART OF THE NEW SPIDER NOIR SERIES RAHHHH

✧.* This isn’t a request, but an idea that I came up with on my own (surprisingly)

✧.* Ok so, you guys remember that one Tarzan scene where he’s teaching Jane how to vine swing for the first time, and she really enjoys it, and then the two swing around each other until they’re really close and are abt to kiss?

✧.* BRO. YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT I’M ABOUT TO WRITE.

✧.* Here’s Spider Noir teaching their lover how to swing for the very first time, and the fun experience suddenly turns very tender and intimate 💔💔💔 (reader is gender neutral 🫶🏻

When you looked down from the large building you stood atop of into the bustling streets below, you began to question yourself— why did you ever ask Peter to teach you how to swing?

Sure, it looked fun when Peter did it as Spider Noir. When you were watching from a distance. On solid ground. With absolutely zero chance of falling onto the pavement and dying. “Peter, are you sure this is safe? Surely it’s too windy to be doing this… right?” You asked, pulling your eyes away from the ground far below and instead focusing on Peter.

He was right at your side, delicately holding your wrist while he slid one of his spare web shooters on it. Peter lifted his head up, and you could just tell that he wore one of his signature, cheeky smiles under the mask. “Of course it’s safe, darling. I do it everyday, after all.” Peter reassured you with a soft chuckle. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to second guess doing this, especially with how much you badgered me over the past couple of days to teach you.”

You grimaced, all of the times you pestered Peter about this matter returning to your mind. “Of course not— I was just making sure the conditions weren’t hazardous so that you could keep up with me.” “Still as feisty as ever, angel. Even when you’re scared out of your mind.” He stepped away from you after a moment, hands on his hips as he looked towards the buildings ahead.

“Remember what we said?” Peter asked, and you nodded your head while glancing down at the web shooter. “Swing, release, repeat.” “Atta girl.” Letting out a nervous sigh, you turn towards the the city before you. ‘I can do this…’ You thought, pointing your wrist in the direction you wanted to swing. Right as you were about to press the button, Peter stopped you by placing his gloved hand gently on your shoulder.

“Doll… you know you don’t have to do this, right? If it truly scares you that much, I won’t stop you from shying away.” A smile began to form on your face from your lover’s reassuring words. “I know. But I want to.” You told him, stepping closer to the edge. “Uhm… you’ll catch me though if I fall, right?” That got a chuckle out of him, easing your nerves just a bit more.

“Of course I will hun. Now come on, you got this. All it takes is a leap of faith, and soon you’ll be cruising through the city.” Peter encouraged you, taking a step forward along with you. “I can do the leaping part, but right now, I have little to no faith in surviving this experience. But having faith in the web snapping? Absolutely.” “If you don’t swing now, i’m going to pick you up and swing myself.”

You scowled at him, biting back the snarky comments that were beginning to form in your throat. ‘Just a leap of faith…’ Aiming to the closest building, you pressed the button of the web shooter and a web string shot forward, sticking to one of the large windows.

You gave the web a little tug, biting your lip while grasping the string of web with your other hand. Letting out a shaky breath, you ran forward before you could have any more doubtful thoughts and jumped. Your breath quickly morphed into a scream, and your grip on the thread turned knuckle white.

“Don’t forget to release and aim for the next place you want to swing to!” Peter called from above, shooting a web of his own and swinging after you. You were too scared to even yell back. But you weren’t too scared to think. You waited until the last second (mainly because you didn’t want to lose the only support you had for even a second) before releasing the web you hung onto.

Peter was by your side in seconds, ready to catch you if need be. “Look to where you want your web to hit, honey. I know it’s hard, but you have to do it for me, okay?” You managed to nod your head, lifting your arm upward while free falling over the city. Quickly pressing and holding the button, another web shot out and (thankfully) stuck to the place where you wanted to swing.

Almost immediately you were jerked forward, and a half gleeful and half terrified laugh escaped your lips when you realized you weren’t falling any more. “P-Peter, look! I’m doing it!” You shouted over the wind, letting out another laugh as you released the web before shooting out another one. Peter let out another laugh, now swinging at your side. “I see that honey! Keep going!”

He watched with pride as you swung from building to building. Not effortlessly, but who cares? You were doing it! Peter felt his heart flutter from each ecstatic laugh that escaped you, and how your eyes crinkled when you did. It was the little things he loved about you— both the good and the bad.

Peter never once stopped staring at you, not even when the two of you were rapidly approaching a bridge. When his web stuck to the bottom of it, he didn’t bother shooting another one. Peter hung to his web, gently swaying due to the wind as he watched you with eyes full of adoration and love.

The full moon took its place behind you two as it lit up the night sky with its bright glow, setting the mood even further as you swung around Peter under the bridge, only then noticing how his eyes— or rather, his goggles— followed you. Your smile softened, and you held onto your current web as your circles around him slowed with each one that passed.

It didn’t take long until you were at a complete stop, hanging onto your web right in front of him. Peter reached towards you, his gloved hand gently caressing your face before whispering “You’re absolutely breathtaking, darling.” You leaned into his touch, his words only making the butterflies in your stomach worse.

With your free hand, you reached towards his face and gently grasped the bottom of Peter’s mask, pulling it up just enough for his lips to be exposed. “I love you, Peter.” And after those words were said, you leaned forward and gently pressed your lips against his. A heat began to rise up Peter’s neck, and he didn’t waste any time to tenderly kiss you back.

The moon seemed to glow even brighter during this intimate moment, outlining yours and Peter’s figures and casting a shadow onto the ground below you. You two took your time, only breaking the kiss when both of you were out of breath. And even then, neither of you fully separated. Peter’s nose lightly bumped into yours, causing you to quietly giggle against his lips.

God, what a night.

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[lavampira]

only place I call home

prompt: ockiss24 — day 2: rain [@ockissweek] pairing: swtor ocs; cadrien tirai/minaiph (min belongs to @hythlodaes) word count: 1k

The first morning back on Dromund Kaas, it rains.

And not just a simple shower, but a downpour that spatters heavily across the balcony, thunder rumbling through his bare feet as Cadrien stands beneath the awning. He’s heard others complain of it endlessly over the years. Too dreary with all the rain, too humid with its untamed, sprawling jungles, too dangerous should the spires fail, but to him, it’s home.

A home where Min and he have finally returned.

Cadrien sips from a steaming mug of tea, taking in the rhythmic sound and flits of energy through the Force as a crack of lightning strikes a distant spire. It reminds him of a conversation with Jaesa as an apprentice years ago, how beauty can be found in the Force, too, that it isn’t all that the Sith say. That the manner he perceives as a Miraluka is no less than the way others may see and experience awe.

But none of the morning’s beauty comes close to capturing his attention like the vibrant figure that materializes behind him.

Familiar hands easily wind around his bare waist, palms rough from a life honed in battle yet gentle as they slip across his skin. Equally familiar lips press to his nape with a breath that ghosts down his spine, and he tilts his neck in anticipation of another kiss there, but instead, those same lips meet the gnarled scar of his shoulder.

“You know, it’s much too early,” Min says, his deep voice still thick with sleep. “We could still be in bed for another few hours.”

Cadrien resists the urge to laugh. “You could’ve stayed if you wanted, Min.”

“The problem with that is you weren’t there to keep me warm. You left me, cold and alone, to brood in the rain.”

“I’m not brooding,” Cadrien grumbles.

A quiet breath huffs against him as Min shifts, draping a soft fabric around both of them. A blanket, Cadrien thinks distantly, one that he must’ve dragged off of the bed in his drowsy search for him. The idea threatens to pull his lips into a hint of a smile, and he can’t suppress it once Min hooks his chin over his shoulder to rest, comfortably fitted as if he belongs there, always, like every slope of Cadrien has been shaped for him and him alone.

“It’s… peaceful,” Cadrien adds, leaning into the taller man. “I’ve missed mornings like this.”

Min hums. “It has been a long time.”

“Too long.”

Bitterness seeps into the low rumble of his own voice, more than he intends. Min assuages him with a sweep of his thumb on his abdomen, still holding the blanket around them, careful not to jostle his tea, but a comfort all the same. Cadrien reaches for the arm around him, giving a grateful squeeze before threading their fingers.

At least when Korriban had fallen, when even the remnants of the Dark Council had bowed to Zakuul’s reign, they still had each other. The Claws had stood in defiance and were hunted across the expanse of stars both charted and uncharted, so much time wasted to the pride and foolishness of others, but their partnership has always been their greatest strength, and so they still live.

Min draws him from his thoughts with a kiss that finally meets the slope of his neck, his lips curling in a smirk against his tender skin. “Now you’re brooding, Cade.”

“Perhaps,” Cadrien concedes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. We’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

“Then tell me about home,” Min says, slipping into that genuine curiosity that always brings him back to two boys among Korriban’s sands, one trailing after the other with an endless supply of questions. Once it had pestered him, but Cadrien has grown to love it more with each day. “What is the rain like to you?”

Yet another familiarity, this one. A habit they’ve forged in seeking the galaxy in each other’s view. Cadrien pauses with his mug halfway to his lips, considering the words to paint the visual for him. Min is patient, rubbing small circles into his skin with his thumb, as he grants him that time. Rarely so patient with others, but always with him.

“Faint, but… flickering. Brief flashes of the Force with each drop. The lightning is brighter, but more distant.” Cadrien ducks his chin, the dangling jewel on his mask brushing his temple with the motion. “You drown it out, though.”

“Me?” Min blurts with a startled laugh.

“You’re the brightest, most vibrant part of everything, Min.”

It’s ridiculous, really, how his heart races in his chest. Cadrien has sworn his love to this man a million times over by now, and the same in turn, but still, his admission leaves him raw, so exposed under the gaze he knows has found him, even if he can’t see it. And yet, never has he felt more safe than he does with Min’s arms around him and his heart in his hands.

“Get rid of this,” Min demands as he reaches for his mug, leaning away only briefly to set it aside somewhere, anywhere. “I need to kiss you now.”

Cadrien fully laughs this time, low and rough, but turns to face him more fully. A moment barely passes before Min crashes into him, palms cupping his face as their lips meet. The blanket flutters away from them, faint from their residual touch on it before it vanishes, his entire perception nothing but the glowing man in front of him. His own hands reach for Min’s hips for purchase, letting one slide beneath the hem of his shirt and up his warm torso to feel for the jagged scar that once saved his life.

Min’s urgency melts with the touch. It’s a simple understanding, their mutual devotion and how far each would go to ensure that the other continues to breathe, and the fact that they can savor this moment on the world where they built their names together is a reminder of the worth. There’s no need for rush when they have the rainfall and thunder crashing around them, and their languid touch with each kiss, and the promise of more mornings like this one, an entire future ahead of them together.

[the-stanley-parable-roleplay]

Roleplaying Etiquette

Don't control other people's characters without permission. If your partner reveals things that only you, as the writer should know, don't make your character magically know them unless your partner said it was alright. .

Your character might have powers that interfere with others directly, or you might interact with characters who are supernatural or powerful. You should discuss things with your partner before you harm, kill or alter their muse - however keep in mind that if you don't want powerful muses to affect yours, then you should reconsider interacting with them. It's also not okay to demand someone else change their muse for your sake if you know beforehand that they're powerful or evil. .

Please read everyone's rules before you interact. Some people don't like roleplaying with non mutuals (terminology below), others are selective, etc. It's common courtesy to check first. .

Tag your triggers or state on your blogs that you don't tag them so others can decide whether or not to follow. However, it's polite to tag flashing images, irl blood/gore, nsfw posts, insects and body horror. . DON'T censor the word! It does not help and only fucks up people's blacklists. Writing tr*gger or tri//gg//er or other variants will show your posts to everyone anyway, so please write the entire word NORMALLY for the blacklist. .

Consider sending an ask before you reblog an ask meme from someone. Some people prefer you reblog memes from the source (the blog who posted it) instead of from them. .

Mun =/= Muse. Don't get angry at people for what their characters write. If you feel uncomfortable with how a character is treating yours, you can change your interaction or bring it up, but don't take it as a sign that your partner secretly hates you and is trying to hurt you through their writing. .

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Don't start drama. Don't vague people, send hateful or impolite anons, don't pass around call outs or feel like you have to make a statement or pick sides if you see arguing on your dash. Roleplaying is not activism. If someone is trying to get you to turn on a partner or side with them, it's better to just step away. .

Don't pester people for replies. You can send a follow up message asking if someone's still interested in continuing a reply, but if you harass someone to answer you by repeatedly spamming them with questions or making them feel guilty for not replying immediately, they will likely not want to write with you anymore. RPing is a hobby, not a job, and your partners probably have lives outside of writing.

Terminology:

OOC - out of character

IC - in character

Mun - the writer

Muse - the characters

Starters - a drabble or a sentence that invites interaction

Ask memes / inbox memes - prompts you can send people via asks

Magic Anons (also spelled m!a or magic!anons) - Anonymous asks that put a "curse" on your character (i.e: muse turns into a cat for 3 days) You can ignore it if you don't want to do it

Mutuals - people you follow who follow you back

Selective - Mun will only write with people they select

Semi Selective - same as above but more lax

Private - Mun writes with only very specific people

Reblog karma - you are expected to send an ask if you reblog an ask meme

Passwords - some people ask you to send a specific word or phrase into their inbox to prove you read their rules

OP (ie this muse is too OP) - over powered

Fade to black - suggestive roleplay that doesn't involve any sex scenes and instead skips to the next scene

Exclusive shipping - you only ship this character with another character and don't allow any other ships for that muse

Dropping threads - ending a thread without continuing it

Soft block - when you block someone and then unblock them, which unfollows them from your blog

Mun =/= Muse - The Mun is not their characters and does not advocate for everything their muses do

[my-cabbages-gorl]

Chapter 3 of Bewitched is up!

For those of you following along, Beckoned, chapter 3 of Bewitched is up!

Bewitched is an ongoing aged-up Zukaang multichapter fic.

In the last ten years since the war, Zuko and Aang’s friendship as world leaders transformed into something unexpectedly intimate. Now that Zuko is of traditional marrying age and under pressure to find an appropriate wife and secure an heir, Aang opens the door to the unspoken between them.

Rating: Whole fic is Explicit, this one is T to M, somewhere in there hahh

Tags: angsty betrothal exploration, unrequited love, Romance, Explicit Sexual Content, Aged-Up Characters, Post-Canon, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Aang's 22 & Zuko's 26 ***

Golden sunlight sprawled itself restlessly across Aang’s tangerine-clad form- seated, for a moment, atop the crimson clay tiles of the palace roof. Hidden above the eaves, he flattened a palm against the shingle beneath him. If a thread connected them now- cutting through the ceiling- they were still so close. Was he pacing, wading through the pooling regret over what they’d done? Was he reviewing the capital city plans, snapping back to resuming his obligations as if this were any other morning?  

It was the not knowing that labored Aang’s breath. 

Resting his elbows atop his knees, he shut his eyes against the light of the invasive new day- blaring formidably against his attempt at a moment alone with the crisp memory of Zuko- stripped of duty and fully surrendered.  

He pressed his fingers gently to his lips, inhaling a deep drink of morning air and with it, the truth. He opened his eyes to a blurry Fire Nation sunrise- a magnificent kaleidoscope of rosy copper glittering through his tears.  

Being the Avatar meant making the right decision- or trying at least. In the aftermath of a reckless choice, his shoulders sagged with the weight of responsibility. Like a melody that pesters its way into every silence, one question plagued him mercilessly.  What have I done? 

Finish reading on Ao3

[writtentragedies]

INDIE, SELECTIVE / PRIVATE (MUTUALS ONLY) MULTIMUSE BLOG FOR CHARACTERS FROM SUPERNATURAL, RESIDENT EVIL, THE WALKING DEAD & MORE. Low activity / Slow replies. Written by Bibis, 26, she/her. Minors DNI.

GUIDELINES / HEADCANONS / MEMES.

Muse List:

Supernatural: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester // Resident Evil: Leon Kennedy, Ada Wong & Jill Valentine // The Walking Dead: Carl Grimes & Beth Greene // Game of Thrones - asoiaf: Robb Stark // MCU's Iron man: Tony Stark // Prison Break: Michael Scofield

Affiliated with: @lockedtowers / @cautionsissued

Credit / Mobile friendly guidelines & stuff under the cut.

Hey! You can call me Bibis or Bibi, I’m 26 and roleplaying has been a hobby of mine for over ten years now. You might’ve stumbled upon of of my blogs in the past, I used to write Tony Stark under the url heroofiron & Robb Stark under the urls direwolfofwinter, wintersking & unbeatenwclf. Currently I only have one other rp blog (orangeshinigami) and that’s where you can find me when I’m not on here.

So let’s get the fun started–

DISCLAIMER

I do not own any of the characters portrayed here or anything on this blog other than my writing.

CREDIT

icons - lanadelrph, baseicons, huntforgifs-blog, luluxaj, aerialdive, thehollowedartists, avasgraphics - icon border: fleursourceold // icons + background images used on the theme + pinned image & divider: lockedtowers (pngs used on said images: cavalierfou ); icon border: b1gtimerush

character banners: lockedtowers - vines used on the banners: Ladesire on deviantart

Header / promo template / dash icon: poohsources

DO NOT:

Pester me for replies. I am slow, very much so, I have chores & other hobbies + I’m going through some pretty rough stuff irl now so I may be offline for days upon days sometimes. If we’re mutuals, feel free to ask for my discord though, I’m willing to rp over there too!

Force a ship on me. That’s happened before and it was an extremely unpleasant situation. I like writing intricate stories, exploring many kinds of relationships and not just romantic ones so if shipping is all you care about, I’m not the right blog for you. That doesn’t mean I won’t ever write shippy things, I just like to do some plotting first, work on building the bond between our muses, that’s much better than just instashipping.

Follow me or approach me to write with you if you’re under the age of 18. Most muses on this blog are from horror franchises so mature themes will be present here almost on a daily basis and interacting with minors when I write this type of characters would make me uncomfortable.

Godmod. Some mild stuff is fine but if we’re writing a scene where a fight is taking place or something, don’t severely hurt or kill my character without plotting that with me first, that would be just rude.

DO

Send me memes! It’s the best way to start interacting with me since I don’t post starter calls that often. And even if I haven’t reblogged any prompts, you can still send me things. I love getting random asks! Just always remember to specify which of the muses I play you’d like a response from. :)

Plot with me! I consider myself to be pretty creative and I just love coming up with a bunch of AU’s!! Crossovers are also something I adore, so please don’t be afraid to message me to plot.

Send me asks about my portrayal + personal headcanons. I do intend to post character bios, headcanons soon but like I said before I’m slow, so that might take a while. If you have any questions about anything regarding any of the muses I play on here, feel free to ask though! I’ll be more than happy to reply.

Interact with me ooc! ooc interactions are just as important as ic ones to me, I like befriending my rp partners as that gives me so much motivation to reply to threads and such! I promise I’m super friendly. <3

ADDITIONAL INFO:

So this is sort of a horror-themed blog so things like blood and violence won’t be tagged, if things do get a little too explicit however, I will be tagging the posts as “[insert trigger here] cw”, smut and the like will be tagged as nsfw and put under a read more. Let me know if you ever need anything specific to be tagged & I’ll do my best to have everything tagged accordingly.  

I do some formatting and usually add icons to my replies. But if you don’t do that, it’s fine, I don’t really care about that and I will still write with you so no worries!

I write some characters from video games here and I know some people prefer to use rl faceclaims for those while others just use screencaps from the games to make icons. I'm okay with either, really and will adapt to my rp partner's choice regarding that when we're writing together. 

My Resident Evil muses are heavily affiliated with my friend's ( cautionsissued ), since we've done lots of plotting together for them. So her muses Chris, Claire, Carlos, Mia, Rose and Sherry are my mains. But if you write one of those characters too, don't worry, I still will rp with you, it just won't be set in my main/default verse but in a different one. I'm always open to plotting and starting new au's as stated above, that being said-- never let me having a main for a certain character discourage you from writing with me!

I tend to get a little carried away while writing replies sometimes, but never feel like you have to match the length of said replies! Quality over quantity always. :’)

That’s about it, thank you so much for reading these!

[kjscottwrites]

OKAY HERE WE GO here's the official final accountability thread for my WIP 🍄 Cavernous 🍄

If all goes well, (and barring final surface level copyedits and proofreading) this will be the last round changes I'm making before publishing. My life is literally in a bunch of cardboard boxes all over the house at the moment as I've just moved across the country so I wanted to make a visual checkpoint to share to keep myself on track in the chaos so that I can finish this sooner rather than later.

This will be my first time self-publishing, and I know there's a learning curve and a lot of work to do still, so I don't have a ballpark release date just yet, but stay tuned and apologies in advance for taking a stop-and-start pace with this one. I'd like for this book to turn out as polished as possible.

My writing partner / editor on this project (i.e. the other half of the KJ moniker) is going to be doing some passes on chapters or parts of chapters I'm having a hard time cracking - mostly dialog reworks. I'm extreeemely excited to see what she cooks up. I won't reblog this every time I finish a chapter, but every once in a while, and if people seem interested I'll elaborate about my process for each bit! Feel free to ask questions! (Or pester me if you notice I've gone a long time without making progress lol)

Thanks for following y'all <3

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