#art based ficlet

[mrmagnetwgd]

The second piece after the Hall of Gods is complete! I'll be honest, I mostly used this as colour theory practice but the story was in my mind near constantly so without further ado...

Background that only some of you care about but I promised to provide after the Hall of Gods:

Eret doesn't remember Foolish- doesn't recognize the man who tells stories of their past and doesn't flinch away from an alabaster gaze. To be fair, Eret hardly recognizes themself anymore.

They've been a lot of things as far as they /can/ recall: a soldier, a traitor, a king-- but now they're simply a person. The museum curator of the SMP and all it's history. It's how she had found the statues that now round the large central chamber of their museum. She recognizes them as the totem's work now, having seen so much of it as of late. Even so, he can't be quiet sure they see the resemblance between the marble figure they had created and themself (even if something in the back of their mind screamed to remember). Eret didn't remember being a god. She wasn't even sure she would have wanted to be one.

For now though being a person, just "Eret", was good enough for them.

Foolish recognized Eret on sight, heart and soul reaching out to their oldest companion, the one he had feared he lost to him. True, they had changed quite a bit but the god would know them anywhere.

He doesn't mind the changes and he takes their apparent amnesia in stride. Memory is a fickle thing, especially for those who lived as long as they have.

He will be honest in saying that his sculptural depiction has been a bit grandiose when compared to it's inspiration but that was how he had always seen her and in their absence that mental image had only solidified. As a god, Eret had always been larger than life. Radiant and unapologetic in a way she had lost somewhere during their time apart.

Perhaps that was why when they sketched them he couldn't bring himself to add the glasses they used to hide their eyes. Perhaps that was why his art strayed back to the time of lavish outfits and a halo of stars.

And if the changes made his model pause, brow scrunched up as if trying to recall something just out of reach, he didn't mention it.

If certain pieces of art he created prompted familiar quips and a closeness he had missed for far too long, then it was worth drawing from memory...

[kraftykelpie]

Cody? On my blog? On your dash? It's more likely than you think

[meroshrine]

behold greenflower but theyre in my ninjago movie au

Lloyd found a stick bug and wanted to show it to Brad (he doesn't know Brad is scared of insects)

[onthewaytosomewhere]

so earlier thanks to @hgejfmw-hgejhsf i saw this lovely piece of art by @papiercranes and well it may have been inspirational and ...

well i may have done a thing ... a smutty fic thing

thanks to @priincebutt for making sure it wasn't a complete mess even tho ur on vacay 😘

[ladisgarde]

x

[simonsquest]

Sketches under the cut. All Simon. Some Requiem stuff.

[madelee]

Short lil' fanfic my dears

An impression of a shifting dynamic.

They learn as they become closer… Zim is at least.

His current state made it hard to heed Zim’s uncharacteristic plea— a plea born from newfound... empathy.

The Setup. All ready. Gripped tightly waiting for use.

Zim’s expression hardened, a rare seriousness taking over his usually overblown demeanor. 

“You can’t harm it, Dib.”

“YOU were the one that annoyed ZIM with your annoying— 'no harming others just because they bother us' –ANNOYINGNESSES!”. His voice was laden with the weight of never ending didacticism, of pesky moral codes THE DIB had been trying to drill into his head. 

“YOU said that we have to respect others 'Integrity', even if they’re… inconvenient.” Zim used that voice he knew Dib hated for mimicking him.

“—I’m NOT sounding like that… I —”

Dib’s face twisted with frustration, carelessness flaring up. “THIS IS DIFFERENT, ZIM!” 

“You can't understand this!” Belittlement. He promised to stop with that. “Understanding this creature could lead to... incredible discoveries!”  –Dad

Zim stepped closer. Eyes narrowing. His voice cold. intense. 

“Zim does understand.” Take me seriously

“You are the one that CORRUPTED Zim… with your pesky and RIDICULOUS human-morals.   Zim knows, if they apply to those dirty children, they apply to this…crypthingy too!” 

Overblown, clearly displeased with those newfound considerations 

Dib’s frustration grew, his words cutting deeper and deeper with each refusal to yield. 

Certainly going too far. Zim didn't understand...!

Zim, despite his own little history, stood firm, clutching at new principles like fragile lifelines. 

Now of all times?!

And then. Unexpectedly. 

in a moment both pivotal and precarious.  Zim uttered the words that shifted the WORLD between them.

“IF YOU MUST STUDY SOMETHING!  ZIM, would let you… study himself.” mumbled almost timidly. he DID understand 

Dib’s eyes widened.

breath catching as the implications sank in.

A loud clink sounding in the silence

Tool falling to the ground, forgotten. Unimportant. His hands lose. Shaking.

The air thick. 

Dibs gaze shifting. Something long and distant.   His eyes unfocused, but present. 

Always present. 

On Zim.

Zim was always so relentlessly defensiv about any investigations. Any exploration. Denying Dib again, and again.  

This was finally happening. Zim let him.  

Then suddenly— zeroing in.  

A predator to its prey.  Mad gleam, sharp edges.   The corners of his mouth tense with an overwhelming smirk. glee

Forgetting himself. again  His facade cracking... spilling free.     Tendrils grasping on his edges. Intensely. again  Dark eyes never wavering.  Big and black. Warm browns. gone 

Taking it all in. into... the black pits. Manic. Bordering on madness. Nothing new  

Getting kinda old Dib~ 

Ever true to himself.  Cruel in its intensity.  Staring Zim down. down. down... 

taking them both into the abyss 

"Yes" he whispered.   Followed by some incoherent mumbling. 

Ever true to his character.   

"You would let me."  A fact. Simply stated. Finally  Gaze never wavering.

Unyielding.

"We’re getting ready. Now."

.

.

.

.

 They settled on 'ZIMS arm only'. 

Zim wouldn't go down without a fight. a compromise still  

Dib didn’t really care.

"I'm gonna bind your arm" 

A pause. Awkward.

"So uhm, you can't pull away” He's wavering again. Shrill on the edges.  Voice breaking cracking... embarrassingly.   But there was no time for being hindered by such trivial things.   Embarrassment, being too much, it being too much. And never enough...   it all blurred together anyway.  

A scalpel glinted under the harsh lights. Dib’s hands steadied, driven by purpose. The first incision was slow, deliberate. 

Alien skin parting with a sickening ease. Child's play  Pink, unnatural hues.  Inhuman and oh so beautiful. 

Just like me 

Zim winced, but remained still, pride and pain mingling.  Afraid. 

Don't let it show 

Face stoic.  Cheeks discolored, giving it away, still. 

Just as excited. Just as overwhelmed.   

Praise tripping on Dibs tongue, "you're doing so good "  He was mumbling again.  

ever true to his character   Voice soft. unsettling.  These words were a lifeline, a twisted form of praise that Zim always soaked up, desperate for any form of validation.

From Dib    Dib.

Blood glistened, pooling around the wound. Dib’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of curiosity and something darker still.  

His hands moved with precision. Cold and efficient. He felt so hot 

Something perverse 

Obscene and only for them 

Opening up, like the void.  

Pink and bleeding. Spilling. Quelling and overflowing. 

Oh the Sweet release 

[frankenjoly]

early morning prompts: bramcraft + peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them 👉👈

Upon entering the room, Bram closed the door behind him as swiftly and silently as possible, then moved towards the bathtub at the center in a very similar demeanor; waking up Howard might be his objective, but he wanted to do it in a certain way and no other.

Such way was not exactly new and got demonstrated once he was close enough, for the vampire leaned in towards his sleeping partner inside the water, not minding how some strands of his own hair got wet in the process. How could he, when sinking his entire face to wake Lovecraft with kisses wasn’t exactly uncommon and got him even more wet? That time, though, he opted for getting his arms inside the water instead, carefully lifting Howard’s upper body to start leaving soft kisses all over his face with utmost affection.

“My dearest,” He said, still between kisses even after sensing him coming back from the slumber. “would you join me for dinner? Then either to bed or back here.” Both worked for him, since it was more about getting to sleep snuggling together than where they did it.

“Of course.” Bram didn’t have to pull away to notice the smile on Howard’s face, but he did so anyway because he never passed up a chance to take a look at it.

(Also on ao3.)

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Oh God oh fuck (is listening to a song that ALWAYS makes him imagine an animatic again)

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

his eyes were daygobah green

[mferret9]

Omg I LOVE this!!! It’s so sweet and funny. I didn’t even think about the potential for a fall pun hahaha that made my laugh. Love them communicating and being soft with each other. Thank you so much for sharing this, I am so touched my art inspired such a beautiful ficlet! ❤️

Ficlet- Get Up

Based on art by @mferret9

Notes: Sorry it's only a ficlet and not a full one shot. I haven't had a lot of energy lately. Hope you still enjoy!

Timeline: Season 3, Blitz and Stolas are dating. Currently on a date.

"Stols look! It's that coffee place I wanted to take you to. They're finally open!", I yell and grab his lanky as fuck arm, pulling him toward the door. He chuckles in that hooting way that makes my lips crack a smile and I flash one back.

There aren't many decent coffee places in Pride, and I think I've been to almost all of them. But Stolas hasn't. And it's fall. I want to get him some seasonal shit. That's what couples do, right? Seasonal shit?

Stolas ponders the menu as he does. He ponders a lot. Is that just a bird thing? Or do all Goetia ponder? I don't think I ponder. I think, of course. But never ponder.

"Darling?" He asks, snapping me out of my racing thoughts. I blink and look up at him, "uh yeah?" He chuckles again, "I'm not sure what to get".

I pretend to ponder. My hand rubbing my chin.

"Ya like pumpkin spice?" I ask him. Of course he does. He's kind of a basic bitch.

"Uhm well, I don't know. I've never had it", he replies and I squeeze his hand and scoff,

"A basic bitch that's never had a pumpkin spice?" I say, then look to the cashier, "One medium pumpkin spice and an extra spicy medium iced chai", I tell her.

She rings us up and I slam down my card before Stolas can even get out his wallet and he blushes. I love seeing him flustered.

"Don't worry, I got it", I tell him and rub the top of his hand, kissing it as my other hand slides the card to the cashier. Ignoring the cashier's looks, she slides it and hands it back as I'm enamored with Stolas's red as fuck face.

"Sir. You can wait for your drinks over there", she points. Stolas giggles and I shoot her a look then pull him over to a table in the corner. Ever since we got together every single little drop of affection I give to this bird in public drives him wild. And I lap it all up like a horse at a drinking hole.

Once we sit I can feel one of his long ass legs shaking under the table against mine and I rub his hand again.

"Something bothering you?" I ask, smug. Stolas squeaks adorably, "You know what you're doing", he replies and I smile wide as he pouts, crossing his arms.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Hold that thought-", I stand up and grab our drinks. Placing them back on the table and sitting back down, He clenches my shirt and gestures to one of those non gendered family bathrooms in the cafe and I chuckle.

I put my hand over his and unclench his hand.

"Lemme just get a sip in first", I say as I put the straw to my lip agonizingly slow. Stolas sighs and stands up. I barely get one sip and am able to put the coffee down when he grabs my arm and pulls me into the bathroom. Locking the door.

I smile and chuckle again, running my hands through the back of his feathered head. Damn he is so pretty. Since it's autumn he's changed to a wardrobe of all sweaters. Today's with cut outs for his shoulders and chest. It's so fucking sexy.

He picks me up and pushes me against the door. Our tongues meet and it's like feeling alive again since we did this two hours ago. I don't know if his magic is stored in his fucking tongue and beak or what but it damn feels like it. His free hand wanders under my shirt and traces along my back spikes and a moan escapes. Fuck why is he the only one that can do that?

His tongue is moving behind my teeth and down my mouth and I'm getting so hard but-

I pull back for a breath, a heavy one.

"Hehe, sorry to interrupt but uh, not really up for bathroom sex right now", I tell him. He bites his beak and nods,

"Okay I-I can conjure a portal in here and we can go home", he replies. Home. He's been calling the palace that when we're together. He didn't used to.

I rub the back of my neck, he puts me down.

"Unless that's-unless you don't want-", He stutters. I bite my lip, say something you idiot.

"Nah Stols I just wanna finish our date okay? We got coffee for a reason let's...go to the park. Get fresh air", I tell him, grabbing his hand.

He nods hesitantly, "O...Kay.." he looks at me skeptically. Probably because I've never backed out of a make out sesh with him ever. But I'm just...not feeling it right now. I don't know. Which is weird for me. I'm never not feeling it. (Except Ozzies but we don't talk about that night).

We walk back to our table, cheeks flushed and of course the whole cafe staring at us now. I grab our drinks and hand him his as we walk out the door.

We walk a good few blocks, sipping our coffees and feeling the crisp air. While it's not like fall on Earth where there's trees with falling leaves, it does get fucking cold. I huddle closer to Stolas at one point and he puts his hand on my shoulder blades.

Then we get to the park and he-stops. I turn around, "What's up?" I ask him. He fiddles with his hands, his nervous tick. Next he's going to hug himself. He does.

"Blitz I just...wanted to tell you....", he starts. I hate confessions. They're always too fucking long drawn out and always more emotional than they need to be. But Stolas is a fan.

"Spit it out sweety bird", I say. Hoping the endearing words lessen the blow.

"Blitz I...I think I've fallen for you", he says. What is this a fall pun? I laugh, "So get up", I tell him.

"What?!" He asks, frowning and his eyes turning sad. Oh no. Not a fall pun. Why is everything puns??? Not everything is puns, Blitz!!!

I put out my hands to hold his but he pulls them away. Fuck.

"Stolas i- I thought you were making a pun. I thought you were being funny", I said. Mistake again.

"You think that me loving you is funny?!" He replies. FUCK.

"NO! I just-AGH!" I stomp away and throw my coffee in a trash can and take a deep breath. Then I take more deep breaths. And more. We've been through this. I can do this differently. I can change.

I turn back and he looks too fucking sad holding himself. I want to hold him. He should be in my arms.

I walk slowly back over to him, he takes a step back and my eyes widen.

"Stolas...I'm sorry. Can we please not misunderstand this again", I plead, reaching out my hand again.

He walks towards me and takes my hand softly, I hold it tight with both of mine and kiss the top.

"I'm an idiot", I start. He nods, I chuckle.

"You're my idiot", he mumbles and I smile, "I am".

"You thought I was joking?" He asks. I nod.

"I wasn't", he looks at me with...fear? He continues, "What...do you think about that?" He asks.

I stay silent a moment. What do I think about that? That you love me?

I think it's amazing, I think there's no one I would rather be with. I think, I love you.

"It's Aight", I smile and he hits my back, "Blitz!"

"Okay okay I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I put my hands up in defeat. "Stolas we've been dating for two years of course I love you", I tell him, staring up at him. Hoping he can see the adoration in my eyes.

His eyes spurt into hearts, I love it when they do that.

"You do?!" He asks again.

"Of course I do, you silly owl", I pull him close and squeeze him tight.

"Then why didn't you say it?" He asks. "Why didn't you?" I reply. He chuckles, "Touche".

We hug for little while longer then walk back to my apartment. I still had a whole fanfic to read to him of my new horse OC that I made named Mooncake. Named after Stolas, of course. (And the time he made me mooncakes for a solstice).

Stolas loves Mooncake (I knew he would) and we end the night with a Rom com he licked I mean picked, and cuddles (initiated completely by Stolas and not at all by me).

Okay byeeeeeeeeeeee.

[sweetsuo]

Hiya. I was wondering if you could do Suo, Ren Kaji, and Umemiya from Wind Breaker with a s/o who has a secret tattoo? Like they have a tattoo on their arm or leg but they always had it covered up with something not to hide it just because the clothes their s/o normally wears covers it. With a gn!reader please

Howdy! I sure can ovo. I tried to encorporate the prompt as much as I could without it being repetitive or the sole focus. Also in umemiya's, i mention a skirt of fabric, but there is a youtube short (here) i based the performance off of and figured that it was more just like a draped fabric?? I couldn't think of a more appropriate word so I'm sorry if 'skirt' is a little too gendered ;v; i can always change it. Also have no idea where to put the 'read more' so here's to hoping it won't mess up too much fjdksfj

𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

Hayato Suo x gn!reader.

drummer!Ren Kaji x bandmate.gn!reader.

Hajime Umemiya x dancer.gn!reader.

genre. [SFW]. Ficlets with Fluff~. Suo finds a secret of your past. Kaji is your bandmate. Umemiya attends one of your performances.

cw. in suo's - mentions of physical fights. drummer!Kaji. in umemiya's - pole dancer!reader. probably spelling errors dlkfj.

wc. ~2k.

𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐨

Summer was always sweltering. The humidity, the heat, the sun relentlessly beating down from above – it all made for a horribly sweaty time. When choosing your outfit, you went for something a little more revealing from your typical. A tank top and some shorts. Simple and generally not enough to garner you stares. That is, if you didn’t have tattoos. Some of the more rural areas still affiliated tats with the Yakuza or delinquents. Luckily this town was pretty open minded. 

You only had them on your knees, but still tried to cover them up with foundation and longer pants. It was illusory – the type to make it look like you had joints of a ball-jointed doll. On the left knee was a crack in the ‘porcelain.’ It was all intended to be a cover up from a past fast. One you were not too excited to be reminded of, but still was part of your history.

“My, what do we have here?” Suo’s saccharine voice tore you from your memories. 

He sat beside you on the rail of the bridge above cascading waters. You feel his cool gaze linger on the ink. It hadn’t been long since you started dating. You hadn’t really done anything yet to warrant him seeing your tattoos, either. He wasn’t the type to judge based off such superficial features yet somehow the paranoia remained. Would he judge you?

“This is lovely. The blending is superb.” His smile is as soft as his touch along your knee. He admired the art. It took a lot of skill to make skin resemble the texture of porcelain. 

You straighten and bend your right leg in response with a grin, “Thank you! The girl who did it was really talented!” Your partner nodded in agreement; his gaze filled with loving intrigue. Enthused, you chattered on, “Said it’d be painful, especially at the back of the knee-“ You twist your body and gripped the rail to show him the pit of the knee, “but nothin’ could be as painful as getting my knee kicked in-“ An arctic chill ran up your spine. Confused, you pause in your chipper yapping. “Uh... Hayato?” 

Suo leaned, grazing his fingertips along the inked-over scar of the left knee. Silence took over as he stroked the area with delicate care. His smile faded, leaving behind an eerily flat expression. Suo was the chill dominating over the heat. “Is that what this is from?”

“Happened when I was stuck in KEEL a while back. Before I moved over here. Got the tattoo to cover up the scar.”

“Ah. Would you happen to remember who the troglodyte is that did this?” The vitriol of those words passed through such a polite smile as he peered up to you.

“None of that.” You pursed your lips and teasingly flicked your hand at him, “No vengeance seeking on my account.” He opened his mouth to make some sweet excuse only for you to interject, “I did whack them with a pipe so I wasn’t too fair either.” You shrugged off the incident. Enthusiastically, you motioned to your knee, “Plus I got a pretty rad tattoo out of it. The past is the past.” You leaned against him, resting your cheek on his shoulder. 

Suo kissed the crown of your head, leaning his lips upon the roots in thought. He chucked, surrendering to your charms, “Fine, fine. I’ll stand down." He checked his phone for the time, "Shall we go have our tea?” 

“Of course!” You hop down with Suo’s assistance. You didn’t fully believe he’d stand down, but that would be a problem for another lovely summer day.

𝐑𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢

“Ren~! Are you excited? I’m excited.” You practically leapt from foot to foot in the band lounge room. The walls were lined with posters, tour promos, and thumb-tacked notes from bands of years past. Photos of band members in that exact location were hung to immortalize the bands that made it big. You toyed with the corners of handwritten notes, more than overjoyed to read the words of encouragement from bassists and singers alike. 

“Mhm,” He leaned his head against the back of a couch, hands patting on his thighs as he mentally ran through the setlist as last minute practice. 

So far, it was just you and him in the room. Sugishita, Hiragi, and Kiryu all went to grab drinks before the show. Two years after graduation, the band was made. Never got too big – it was mostly a hobby after all. But tonight was a big night. With some pulling of strings and pleading Suo to smooth talk the venue manager, the band was able to play a night in a well known spot.  

“D’ya think it’ll be more underground?" You questioned, "Never been to this venue before even in my groupie years so I'm not sure of the crowd's vibe."

“Dunno. Heard it was popular because of the blacklights, mostly.” Kaji answered cooly, "Probably a lot of different people."

“Blacklights? Is that why everyone made these?” You pull at the collar of your shirt. Everyone from Bofurin met up on the old rooftop the night before and drew on black t-shirts with bleach and highlighters. You certainly didn't cry upon recieving the gift. Ofcourse not!

The only thing was that it got hot on stage and the last thing you wanted was to sweat through all the sweet words written by your friends, so you modified the cut. The sleeves were cut off (no writing was on them!) and you slit the side seams so it draped on you like a tank top. But then, a different thought popped into your head. Maybe that wasn't the only thing.

“Oh shit.” 

“Hm?” Kaji leaned forward with a tilt of his head, “What’s up?”

“I have a tattoo.” 

“Eh? You do?” His brows furrowed. Not from anger - he never gave a shit about tattoos. He even had a few neck pieces nowadays. He’d seen most of your body by this point and never noticed a single line of ink.

Pretty gray eyes narrowed as he investigated you, “C’mere. Lemme see.” He motioned you over and you happily obliged. You took the opportunity to straddle his lap. He pat your exposed skin, trying to find this hidden gem along the canvas he thought he memorized. 

“It’s here-“ You twisted, holding open the slit of the shirt to show your ribs. 

A crease lined the center of his brows, “Nothin’s there.” 

“It’s UV ink.... there's gotta be a light around here to show you.” From above the couch was a metal pull string to a blacklight. With a yoink, the amethyst light glowed. You heard the doorknob turn followed by Kiryu popping his head in.

“Ten minutes ‘till start-“

“Kiryu before you go again, flip that switch!” You motioned to the light switch next to the door. 

The pinkette gave you a mischievous grin, obliging, “No backstage funny business. Hiragi will have a heart attack on stage.” He shut the door with a wave, leaving you and your red cheeks illuminated by the blacklight. 

As soon as he did, Kaji’s eyes widened. In UV ink, you had a ribcage tattooed on with flowers peeking through the bone. His thumb grazed the skin, eyes wide in awe. 

“That’s hot.” He mumbled. Strong, calloused fingers pressed into your flesh and pulled to see more. You enjoyed the attention, almost cursing at Kiryu for the time announcement, “Have you always had this?”

“Mhm! I got it when I was a teen. Too scared to get in trouble, though, so figured hiding it with invisible ink would work perfectly.” You looked off to the side, “All in one session. Don’t recommend.” 

“That why you could barely move that one month?” 

“Please don’t bring that up again, I was embarrassed enough when Taiga accidentally five-starred it and I cried on the roof. Shit hurt during healing!”  You shared a laugh from the past shenanigans.

Kaji took the sucker out from his mouth and pulled you in for a kiss. The remnants of his lolipop lingered between you and him.  He snorted at your pout when he pulled away.  Free hand cupped your cheek. The corner of his mouth turned up as he asked, “Let’s get a light for the bedroom.” 

𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

You took a deep breath in. Your fingers wrapped around the hand loop. With a tug you make sure it’s firm in its place along the pole. Tsubaki had convinced you to join her at the club for some extra cash some time ago. At first you weren’t sure if you were cut out for it. You could do exotic style, but flow and contemporary were where you felt free. You were assured it wasn’t a problem. “Diversifying style is what keeps people coming!” is what she said. 

You also had tattoos. Your body was etched with botanical sketches of ferns, ivy and strawberry leaves that wrapped around your form. From your ankles to your shoulders and wrists. This was not a problem for the club, either. With the mix of your aesthetic and your style of dance, you were known as a faery at the club. This led you to develop a regular audience who enjoyed such stylings. 

You breathe out. The one person who hasn’t seen you yet was Hajime. Guilt saturated your chest. He’d ask when you were performing, and you would say during his patrol time.  You knew he wouldn’t judge you. And yet the thought of him watching you was nerve wracking. What if he didn’t like your art? Both your tattoos and your dance were integral to you. What would happen if he didn’t think you were good enough? No. No thinking of that now. 

The music began. You stepped forward once before lifting into the wind. The sheer fabric of your skirt trailed behind you as you take the pole in your hands. Transitioning from flag stance to a windmill, your leg hooked the pole firmly and propelled you around once more. The final piece of your short performance was to elongate and stretch your body, hand reaching for the crowd as you bend just slightly back. A single leaf curling out from a stem.

Your eyes opened upon the applause of patrons. Scanning the crowd, you froze upon seeing him. Umemiya was clapping, pride and awe reflected in the depth of his eyes. Your chest tightened. 

A soft landing and a bow later, you were on your way to the dressing room. Your hands pressed into your cheeks to comfort the bite of embarrassment. Your mind ran with words to explain your avoidance. You asked the world for a moment to think, and the world said absolutely not. Hot hands grab yours without mind to the sweat on your palms. 

“Your dance was beautiful! You are beautiful!” His voice filled the hallway and drained your head of rumination. “Just like that one painting – ” Hajime pulled the backs of your fingers to his lips as he thought. He was a beauty with his nose scrunched with concentration.  “When you reached out..... Creation of Adam!” Something hitched in your throat, eyes wide and mouth agape. Umemiya’s words continued to cascade over you, “Your tattoos made me think of the one with the lady on the swing, too – because of all the flowers.” 

“The Swing?” You ask, too dumbfounded to even contemplate your prior pity party. You felt your insides warm up from such high praise. “Do... do you like art, Hajime?” 

“I like you,” Umemiya’s gaze entrapped you in their intensity, “I never really got into it before, but I saw that you had a lot of paintings and books about the arts and dance so I did some lookin’ up about it.” He laughed, “I like the ones with gardens in ‘em.” He thumbed at a sprawling ivy vine curling at your wrist. Adoration bloomed with his words. 

Your lip trembles and you shove your face into him to cover up the sniffles. A gentle kiss planted onto your temple, “Sorry if I upset you coming here. Tsubaki said she was dancing tonight so I came with some of the guys for a drink.”

“Figured she did this,” You muttered into his shirt, “I should be the one whose sorry. I should’ve been upfront. I was just-“

“I get scared, too. Don’t even worry about it. I would’ve waited for you to be ready,” The warmth of his voice soothed your lingering nerves. His chest jerked with a huff, “Tsubaki was just scheming.”

“Glad she did.” 

[aahorrorfest]

Welcome to Ace Attorney Horror Fest 2024!

Welcome, and thank you for participating in this special Halloween mini-event for Ace Attorney Fandom! We’re inviting fans to create all things spooky, scary and judiciary featuring characters from the mainline Ace Attorney Games and/or the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.

Whether you are an artist, writer or other fan creator, you are invited to submit to our AO3 collection. Works will be highlighted and promoted on the last week of October, but you can submit anytime from September 1 to November 15. There will be a suggested prompt list for each day (in the last week of october) based on different subgenres of horror.

Submit to the collection here: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AAHorrorFest24.

Frequently Asked Questions

What types of work are allowed for this event?

Written works (ficlet, fic, drabble) and visual art are accepted for this event.

Is there a required length for written works in this collection?

This is a low-stakes (insert vampire joke) event, and we want people to be able to participate even if they are feeling low-energy or don’t have a ton of time to write! Any work will be accepted. Very short, bite-sized drabbles will be just as welcome as sweeping epics! Poems are also welcome.

What topics and themes can I write about?

You can write about any themes, topics, or characters you like, as long as there are some horror themes involved. Genres like horror romance and horror comedy are totally fine, but there should be some evil force/monster/existential threat/killer. An example of a work that’s allowed: Two characters have witty banter while they fight zombies. An example of a work that’s not allowed: Two characters have a normal conversation in a coffee shop. No zombies are present. In general, please make sure you are tagging your works appropriately. However, if there is some reason you want to keep an element of a fic a secret (e.g. not wanting to tag “bad ending” because you want that to be a surprise), you can use the "Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" tag.

Can my work contain ships?

Yes, content featuring ships is allowed.

Can I submit works anonymously?

Yes!

We have a Discord server for event participants to chat, get to know each other, and share ideas and inspiration. This server is 18+ due to the mature themes inherent to horror. Please reach out if you'd like to join.

[ahllohehn]

HERMITS AND THE OLYMPIANS MASTERPOST (07/31/2024)

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Hermits and The Olympians/Emperors of Olympus is a Hermitcraft/Empires SMP based Percy Jackson AU based off my art and headcanons!

(Please do not use the tags for other PJO AUs as I use them to specifically label what's based off mine.)

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Seperated by art/doodles, headcanons/discussion, fanfics:

# 1 MUMBO PORTRAIT # 2 GRIAN, PEARL, SCAR & MUMBO ART # 3 HaTO FAN CREATION GUIDELINES # 4 GEM, CLEO, DOC PORTRAITS # 5 ETHO & BDUBS THANK YOU CARD # 6 STRESSMONSTER THANK YOU CARD # 7 CAMP EMPIRES FIRST APPEARANCE; BAD BOYS DOODLE # 8 OUTDATED CAMPERS GODLY PARENT SUMMARY # 9 CHIBI MUMBO THANK YOU CARD # 10 GRIAN CLOSE UP # 10.5 WATCHERS CAMEO??? # 11 BDUBS & SCAR; DEMETER CABIN'S HONORARY CAMPER # 12 RENDOG PORTRAIT # 13 MUMSCARIAN / RE: AU SHIPS # 14 IS THERE A CANON PLOT? Answer: I stick with what is canon to me, but I do not force others to follow so. As I am too lazy to do an actual plot. # 15 CHIBI STRESS & MUMBO # 16 BDUBS..? # 17 ETHO PORTRAIT / 1ST AU FICLET # 18 I JUST THINK THEATER KID ARES KID REN IS FUNNY # 19 JOEL AND LIZZIE; SOULMATES IN EVERY UNIVERSE # 20 ORACLE GEM...? # 21 oh snappers! (LOW QUALITY ETHO DOODLE) # 22 AT THIS POINT, DIONYSUS, ARES, AND APOLLO SHOULD FIGHT TO THE DEATH TO SEE WHO GETS CUSTODY OF REN # 23 SKIZZ & IMPULSE PORTRAITS / HEADCANONS # 24 ZEDAPH PORTRAIT

# 25 Camp Oracle’s Journal; Hermits and The Olympians # 26 GRIAN - THE DEATHLY ACTIVITIES MANAGER # 27 ISKALL & TANGO PORTRAITS # 28 KERALIS & XISUMA'S PERSONALLY MADE CAMP PIN # 29 I REALLY LIKE MAKING FUN OF REN /AFFE # 30 I ALSO REALLY LIKE INCLUDING MARTYN INTO THE MIX /AFFE

# 31 TREEBARK ARE MY BOYFAILURES # 32 RENDERED CAMP LOGOS (PNGS IN DISCORD SERVER) # 33 SHELBY & SCOTT PORTRAITS # 34 ETHUBS MY BELOVEDS :) # 35 INTRODUCING: GIGGS # 36 RE: CAMP EMPIRES AND CAMP HERMITCRAFT DOUBLES # 37 LET OLD MEN BOND LIKE OLD MEN (ETHO & TANGO) # 38 OFFICIAL HaTO DISCORD SERVER ANNOUNCEMENT # 39 MYTHICALSAUSAGE PORTRAIT # 40 XISUMA PORTRAIT # 41 HaTO FIRST COMIC SHITPOST # 42 FALSE, KERALIS, & BEEF PORTRAITS # 43 WELS & HYPNO PORTRAITS # 44 MUMSCARIAN FIRST MEETING DOODLE # 45 WHY IS WELS AN ATHENA KID? # 46 HOW IS GEM THE ORACLE # 47 HaTO SECOND COMIC SHITPOST (PRIDE MONTH) # 48 DESERT DUO ANIMATIC; INSPIRED BY BEAN'S TRAITOR SCAR FIC

# 49 MARTYN PORTRAIT / HEADCANONS # 50 IF SCAR WERE TO BE APHRODITE'S.... # 51 REN VS JARS # 52 LIZZIE PORTRAIT # 53 HaTO SCAR & GEM EMOTES # 54 HaTO CHIBIS BOUQUET DOODLE # 55 GRIAN AND HIS SON # 56 KATHERINE ELIZABETH PORTRAIT # 57 MUMSCARIAN MATCHING ICONS FOR PRIDE # 58 HOW ARE YEAR ROUNDERS GETTING EDUCATION? # 59 SHINY DUO MATCHING ICONS # 60 AROACE PEARL (PRIDE MONTH) # 61 BISEXUAL CLEO (PRIDE MONTH) # 62 CAMP CUDDLE SESSIONS # 63 TREEBARK COMEBACK # 64 When Does a Man Become a Monster?; Hermits and The Olympians

# 65 BOAT BOYS MATCHING ICONS # 66 WHAT DOIN'? CAMP HERMITCRAFT EDITION # 67 "I'M A CHILD OF DIVORCE" GESTURES TO ETHUBS # 68 MORE ETHUBS HEADCANONS CUS IM GAY AND SO ARE THEY # 69 DO NOT ANGER THE NON-ZOMBIE WOMAN, MR. ETHO # 70 NATURE WIVES # 71 I COMPLAIN ABOUT THE HEPHAESTUS CABIN'S ABILITIES # 72 TREEBARK MATCHING ICONS # 73 OLI PORTRAIT & HEADCANONS # 74 IT'S NOT ME IF THERE'S NO ETHUBS # 75 WELCOME TO HERMITCRAFT: GRIAN TEXT ADVENTURE # 76 GEM'S ORACLE CAVE TOUR

#77 THE BOYS (+ GEM) GO SHOPPING FOR SUITS #78 PEARL CHARACTER CARD #79 Camper Files; Hermits and The Olympians #80 STRESS PORTRAIT #81 CUBFAN PORTRAIT #82 FWHIP PORTRAIT

#83 PIXLRIFFS PORTRAIT #84 RANCHERS #85 WHY DO I HAVE SO MUCH TREEBARK IN MY INBOX? #86 IDK HOW SAD I'M SUPPOSED TO MAKE SCOTT #87 LONG TIME, NO NATURE WIVES? #88 AREN'T WE ALL A LITTLE SILLY FOR GRIAN SOMETIMES? #89 I HOPE YOU ALL KNOW I JUST BE SAYING ANYTHING ATP

# SECOND MASTERPOST LINK

OTHER HaTO Related Links:

HaTO Roleplay Blogs Masterpost by gem-the-oracle HaTO Archive of Our Own Series HaTO Discord Server

[kursed-curtain]

Got so excited over this fic reading that I decided to draw while reading!! (Done from memory, I'm still in the shape of things!)

Is this fanart for myself or for the audio... Let's say it's both!

Podfic: "You Can Count On It" by Kursed Curtain

Just a goofy narration, guaranteed to include at least two tongue stumbles, of this sweet King's Quest ficlet by @kursed-curtain, who was promised a recording back in January and has been so patient.

Original text found here:

[regulusrules]

Guide for: What Tags to Add to Your Fic

Do you guys have the same problem of how when you're about to post a fic and reach to the tags section you're like .. what r werds 🫠

It's also why some works don't get any visibility even though we're blessed by god almighty for no algorithm in ao3

And I kid you not, I found some of the best goddamn fics out there by sheer coincidence because they weren't tagged right and they remain overlooked because of this fact

So here's a small classified guide for you!

This post is solely based on observation, the ao3 tag search, and my own personal system for tagging! I am not, by any means or sorts, an ao3 fandom moderator, but someone who's read nearly 30 thousand of the fics out there and struggles to read the rest

General tags for any fic

For fic forms: Art - Fanart - Digital Art - Drabble - Short - Complete - One shot - 5+1 Things - Poetry - Podfic - Songfic - Text Fic - Prompt Fic - Case Fic - Ficlet - RPF

For plot: Fix-it - Pre-Canon - Canon Era - Post-Canon - Canon Compliant - Not Canon Compliant - Everybody Lives/Nobody dies - Everybody dies/Nobody lives - Alternate Universe: Modern / Canon Divergence / Historical / College / Fantasy / Soulmates / Royalty / Powers / No Powers / Roommates - Kid Fic - Sickfic - Future Fic - Reincarnation - Time Travel - Plot What Plot (PWP) - Epilogue What Epilogue (EWE) - Slow Build - Missing Scene - Flashbacks - Crossover - ANY triggering topic you are writing about (eg: death, rape, violence, suicide, etc)

For vibes: Hurt/Comfort - Comfort - Hurt No Comfort - Humour - Fluff - Domestic Fluff - Fluff and Angst - Angst - Light Angst - Heavy Angst - Angst with a Happy Ending - No Happy Ending - Happy Ending - Whump - Crack - Cute - Humour - Dark - Sweet

For relationships: Slow burn - Romance - First Kiss - No/Mild/Explicit Sexual Content - Specific kinks (eg: Praise Kink) - Smut - No Smut - Feels - Getting Together - First Time - Pre-Relationship - Developing Relationship - Established Relationship - Mutual Pining - Pining - Friends to Lovers - Enemies to Lovers - Friends With Benefits - Love Confessions - Unrequited Love - True Love - Forbidden Love - Falling in Love

For characters: POV (insert character name) - Pining (character) - Hurt (character) - Jealous (character) - Worried (character) - Protective (character) - Dark (character) - BAMF (character) - Possessive (character) - Caring (character) - Top/Bottom (character) - Good/Evil (character) - Oblivious (character) - Manipulative (character) - Soft (character) - (character) lives - (character) dies

For tropes: Christmas - Sharing a bed - Weddings - Jealousy - Misunderstandings - Secret Relationship - First Meetings - Scars - Aftercare - Arranged Marriage - Kidnapping - Blood - Blood and Injury - Injury - Magic - Panic Attacks - Amnesia - Bathing/Washing - Soul-Identifying Marks - Touch-Starved