#begininng

[jamearts]

Inktober 2024 - Day 01

...There was a lizard and his drawings. Yep, it's that time of the year again, i'm not following a specific prompt too. Jimmy Basil-Lisk © ME My linktree: https://linktr.ee/jamearts

[overthinkingmoth]

I really disagree with the idea that "hua cheng hates everyone but Xie Lian" because it's more that we just hardly ever get to see him interact with someone he doesn't have personal beef with.

like the people in ghost city seem to genuinely like him. he's known to provide protection to ghosts being hunted by cultivators. he literally *ripped out his eye* to protect a group of random humans. he's not an evil demon king with a soft spot for this one guy. he is genuinely kind to people who aren't Xie Lian sometimes, especially people who exist outside heaven's sphere of "respectability" ie ghosts.

is he rude and abrasive? yes, but there is a difference between being nice and being kind. are his morals dubious? yes, but so is heaven; hua cheng just doesn't try to hide it. Hua Cheng is completely sincere and is transparent about all his actions both good and bad which contrasts him from the cover-ups and false politeness of heaven

[eclown4hire]

Drawing a penacony character per day, starting with Aventurine!

[redrobin-detective]

I have the absolute angiest idea for a fic that I will not write because I’m already half in tears just thinking about it. Only click the readmore if you want to see me dribbling into an emotional puddle.

Zuko’s lightning injury from Azula during Sozin’s Comet was just a bit worse. Katara finishes the Agni Kai with furious tears in her eyes because she knows that the blow was lethal. There is nothing mortal hands can do to save him. But Agni is at his highest power in a hundred years and he knows Zuko’s destiny is to lead the Fire Nation out of war. He cannot die here. A sunbeam concentrates on him while the women fight and suddenly Zuko sits up, perfectly healed with a streak of gold in his hair, bright as a sunbeam. Distracted by her brother’s miraculous recovery, Katara subdues the Fire Princess.

The war is over, everyone lived and there is much celebration.

Until Zuko is hurt during an attempted assassination just a few months after his coronation, not enough to be fatal but enough to add more gold to his hair. That’s when the others realize that the spirits gifts to do not come without cost. Zuko lived to be crowned and as the literal embodiment of Agni’s will on Earth, it is his duty to help pull the Fire Nation back from the brink. But age and injury will slowly sap away his humanity until he will return the life he was given to the sun.

Everyone is devastated. Sokka especially does not take this well. He was just starting to move past Yue, starting to imagine a life in the Fire Nation alongside Zuko. And now he’s going to lose a second love to the spirits. Zuko is hurt but understanding of the distance his friends, his love, give him. He is well used to losing the things he loves. Ever since he died and was reborn, he’s felt different. The gold streaked hair is the most obvious but his eyes take on an extra golden hue. His firebending is now effortlessly powerful and suddenly he has to work on tamping down the raw power he feels under his skin.

Every day that passes, every new golden hair that appears, he feels a little less human, a little more ethereal and he tries to be strong and grateful for the time he has. Mostly, though, he’s scared. Every evening at sunset, he prays to Agni for one more day, just one. He has to settle this trade agreement, he has to help celebrate Toph’s birthday, he needs to hear the swipe of his swords cutting through the air just one more time. Zuko is living on borrowed time and is determined to make the most of it.

One day, Sokka returns, storms into the Fire Palace with steady, tear-filled eyes. He didn’t get time with Yue, he had no warning when she was suddenly taken from him leaving with regrets of what could have been. But Zuko is still here and Sokka will not waste any more of those precious, dwindling days. He pulls his love close, tucking golden fringe out of his eyes. Sokka cannot promise or expect forever, all he wants is here and now.

Assassinations and injuries still happen, sometimes severe enough that Zuko is unconscious. He wakes up during those times in the Spirit World, more gold appearing in his hair as he waits and wonders if this is the last time. Sometimes he sees his familly in the Spirit World. Sometimes he meets them in the wrong order. I want a scared, suspicious Sokka trapped by Hai Bai in the Spirit World eyeing the Fire Prince who’s older, calmer, has streaks of gold in his hair and looking at Sokka with such soft, loving eyes. A younger, grieving Iroh meets a burned, golden haired spirit on his spiritual journey who offers tea and advice. He feels a new wave of grief for this nameless man he will not place for many years. I want Aang to yell after Azula’s lightning, to rage at an older Zuko for letting it happen, for letting Ba Sing Se fall. All Zuko can do is apologize and hold his friend close and pray they both wake up. While Aang sleeps in the iceberg, sometimes he hears whispers of a friend, warm as a candlelight. If he were able to open his eyes, he’d see love and attentiveness and hair so gold he barely looks human. Zuko, at the end of his life, tells Aang just at the beginning of his that they’ll see each other soon.

Years, decades pass and Zuko’s black hair is almost entirely replaced by gold. He’s having a hard time staying aware and present in the physical world. He’s done so much good, helped save the soul of his people, raised a fine, generous Fire Lord to carry on his legacy. The work Agni saved his life for is done. His last day on Earth is a joyful filled with love, friends, family and contentment. He does not pray for one more day because he knows he will not get it. The sun sets that day and so too does Zuko, disappearing into the fading sunbeams.

There is grief butt also gratefulness that they had so long, time they did not expect to have. The sun gleams in the sky, lighting the way for future generations. He laughs with Yue over silly things, mostly Sokka and welcomes each of his friends to the Spirit World. And when a new, bright eyed Avatar enters the Spirit World and finds an old man with kind eyes, an old burn scar and long flowing golden hair, they know that they are in the company of a friend.

[joelletwo]

Shounen kanji....... few years..... omfg so fucking true i guess

[ottawarealtor]

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[foulbearobservation]

god's sleepiest soldier always sprawled across the couch with her head in cam's lap or settled on her knees at cam's side with her head pillowed against cam's thigh. cam's nails scratching at bea's scalp as she soothes her towards sleep, cam placing fingers in bea's mouth when bea moves to say she's got things to do.

"the only thing you need to do right now is be a good girl and *rest* for me, baby"

she's god's sleepiest little soldier I love her sm,,,,, just a sleepy little guy who is used to pushing past her limits until camila talks to her in that voice then suddenly she's putty in cam's hands

[ssweeterthanfiction]

Glimpse of Us

summary: routine became something finnick cherished. but course, the capitol must ruin everything, including his love. but he will still find a way to get her back.

finnick odair x fem!reader

content warnings for the whole story: descriptions of death, torture, starvation, and everything described in The Hunger Games, mentions of suicidal thoughts, implications of S/A

mood board + playlist

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Chapter II

Finnick woke up the next day with you wrapped in his arms. He wanted to believe that you were both back in four, wrapped up in your own sheets, the soothing sound of waves gently moving against the shoreline,but you weren’t. 

You weren’t in Four.

You were in the Tribute Center, and today was the first day of training. 

He gazes down at you and gently shakes you to wake you up. 

"Wake up, angel...”

You stirred, your eyelids fluttering open as the haze of sleep gave way to reality. You sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as Finnick pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Training starts soon.” Finnick said, getting up and stretching his arms.

You nodded and stood up as well. 

Finnick took you into his arms and kissed your forehead. “Come on…let’s shower and get ready so we can leave” 

Nodding, you take his hand and follow him to the bathroom. Once you guys finish, Finnick hands you your training outfit on, after a quick breakfast, you both head to the training center. 

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The doors to the Training Center slid open with a low hiss. Finnick heard your breath hitched for just a moment as you took it all in, again. 

 The air hummed with an unnatural chill, the scent of polished metal and sterile cleanliness permeating the space.

Tributes were already scattered across the room, sizing up their surroundings and, more importantly, each other. 

Finnick stepped in beside you, his presence steady and calm, though you could feel the tension simmering beneath his carefully composed exterior. His fingers brushed yours briefly, a silent reassurance before his mask of charm slid firmly into place once he took note of the Capitol elite watching.

“All right,” he says, his voice low but laced with a playful edge. “Time to show them we’re more than just pretty faces.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. 

Walking through the room, Finnick felt it all coming back slowly. The high ceilings, the gleaming equipment, and the stations scattered around like an elaborate playground for survivalists, just like how it was ten years ago, only this time you were surrounded by “experienced killers.” And this time he has you. 

He has something worth living for. 

“Let’s start slow,” he murmured, his voice just for you. “No need to show off too much just yet.”

“I know the drill,” you replied, giving him a small smile, “Brush up on survival skills, and then see if I can…hold a spear again.” 

Finnick’s notices your change in attitude, “Hey, let me worry about the weapons, you focus on survival skills, those are more important.” 

He watches as you shake your head, “No…No I’ll be fine. I can do it” 

“But angel you don’t have to-“

“I can do it Finnick.” 

He looks into your eyes, searching for any uncertainty, but then nods when he can’t find any. 

He then watches as you walk over to the small wilderness area, once he sees that you’re all settled in, he heads over to the combat area, picking up a trident as he begins his own training. 

You were never much of a fighter. Finnick knew that from the begininng, even when he first met you.

The fighter was your District partner, Kael. Finnick felt bad, Kael was 18, this would've been his last year in the reaping bowl. When he had first met you and Kael in the Training Center, it was clear that Kael was the natural warrior. He was the one who stood taller, who took to the weapons as if they were extensions of himself. The fire in his eyes made him the kind of tribute who could go far in the Games.

But you, on the other hand, were different. Finnick had watched you, your movements cautious, thoughtful—almost like you were always assessing your surroundings before making your next move. He had seen it before in other tributes, the hesitation, the doubt. But there was something about you that made Finnick see more than just that. You weren’t a fighter, not in the traditional sense, but you had an unyielding resolve. And that was something that could keep you alive. And that was something Finnick loved about you.

Finnick could still picture him clearly. Tall, strong, but with a certain vulnerability that he didn’t show others. He had always been the protective one, always the first to step forward and take on the dangerous tasks. He knew Kael would do whatever it took to keep you safe.

Kael was already in position, his stance strong and confident, his eyes narrowing as he took in the weapon Finnick had handed him. He had the natural build of a fighter, quick with his hands and ready to engage in combat at any moment. Finnick could see the fire in Kael’s eyes, the willingness to take on anything that came his way. It was that kind of resolve that made him a contender.

You, on the other hand, stood a little off-center, still figuring out how to hold the spear, your fingers awkward as they gripped the shaft. Your movements were more tentative, cautious, as though you were unsure whether you could trust the weapon in your hands. Finnick’s gaze softened slightly. He didn’t blame you. You hadn’t been trained for this—survival had always been your strength, not fighting.

“Kael,” Finnick said, his voice calm but firm. “Let’s see what you’ve got. Show me your stance.”

Kael smirked, his eyes glinting as he raised his spear into position. He was quick, every movement sharp and purposeful, his weapon cutting through the air like an extension of himself. Finnick observed, nodding to himself. Kael had potential—he was a natural. But there was something about the way he moved that made Finnick uneasy. It wasn’t the fight he was concerned about. It was the recklessness.

“That’s good,” Finnick said, but his voice held an edge. “But don’t get too cocky. Always be aware of your surroundings. You get lost in the fight, and you’ll lose yourself in it.”

Kael’s grin faded slightly, but he nodded. “Got it.”

Finnick turned his attention to you, who was still adjusting the spear awkwardly, looking like it might slip from your hands at any moment. “Alright, let’s see you try,” he said, his tone gentle but insistent.

You looked at him for a long moment, your hesitation palpable, before you stepped forward. You raised the spear, trying to mimic the position Kael had held, but your grip was too tight, your stance too rigid. You looked like you were about to snap the weapon in half.

Finnick moved toward you quickly, stepping into your space before you even had a chance to notice. He gently adjusted your hands on the spear, loosening your grip just a bit. “Relax,” he said softly. “You don’t need to choke the weapon. It’s an extension of you, not a threat.”

You exhaled, a little more relaxed now, but still unsure. “I don’t know how to fight like this.”

“I know,” Finnick said, giving you a reassuring smile. “And you don’t need to. You just need to know how to survive. If you don’t get the spear, you’ll find something else. Use the environment to your advantage. It’s not always about being the best with weapons. It’s about being smart.”

The training felt like a blur. After brushing up on your wilderness skills, Finnick tried to help you relearn how to wield a spear...but you just couldn't bring yourself to. And he didn't blame you.

Now you were both in bed, the start of the games was approaching quickly.

He stroked your hair as you both watched a crappy Capitol sitcom, enjoying the feeling of you against his chest.

"I talked to Haymitch after training today.."

You perk your head up, "Yea?"

He nods, "Mhm"

"So...does Katniss want either of us to be her allies?"

"He said that she's considering you, that she found you...fascinating while you were working on making fish hooks, but the deal breaker is the fact that you're with me.."

He watches as you get a look of surprise on your face.

"What did you do?"

He laughs, "What makes you think I did something?" he says in a playfully offended tone. "I was just my perfectly charming self"

You roll your eyes, "Oh...I see what you did then"

"Now angel..." he says as he rolls you both over and holds you against the bed. "What do you mean by that? Hm?"

You smile and laugh, "Well...not everyone can handle your 'perfectly charming self' like I can"

He smiles and plants a soft kiss on your lips, which you happily return.

When he pulls away, he takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side. He then moves back to kiss you with all the love in the world...

The rest of the night is spent wrapped up in the silk sheets of the bed, with the sounds of soft moans, whispered "I love you"s and then the most gentlest aftercare.

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The next morning, you both wake up a bit later since President Snow so graciously allowed the last day before the games to be one of "leisure and peace" before everyone went in to get their individual training scores.

"So...what should we do for the...5 hours that we have free?" Finnick says as he buttons up his shirt.

"Mm...do you wanna go to the gardens for a little while? They aren't far from here"

Finnick smiles and kisses your forehead, "That sounds perfect to me."

So, after packing a bit of food and after a short walk, you both arrive at the Capitol Gardens.

The air was fresh, almost too sweet, and the flowers seemed to dance with colors you’d never seen before. It felt like a dream, a place where time moved differently, where nothing mattered except the sound of birds singing and the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind.

You both wandered through the paths together, your fingers brushing occasionally, the peace of the garden like an intoxicating haze. Finnick found a quiet alcove with a small, tranquil pond surrounded by willow trees. He sank down onto the grass, pulling you down next to him. For a moment, you both just sat there, forgetting about everything and instead stared at the shimmering water, breathing in the calm.

"It's so...pretty out here" you say, running your hand against the blades of grass.

"Yea, it is...but not as pretty as you angel" he says, kissing your cheek.

You smile and lean your head against his shoulder, the quiet intimacy between you two almost feeling like a dream. The Capitol, the Games, the Capitol citizens—all of it felt so far away in that moment. There was only the gentle breeze, the soft murmur of the water, and Finnick, here with you. In this bubble, nothing else existed.

But that bubble was quickly burst once Finnick looked down at his watch. "We better start heading back.." he mumurs as he stands up.

As you both made your way back to thr Tribute Center, you both heard a sound neither of you were fond of.

"Well if it isn't the Pearl of the Capitol and the Capitol Darling..."

Finnick felt you hide behind him as you both turned around. Standing in front of you both were a group of Capitol citizens that Snow had sold you and Finnick to many times before. Their eyes locked onto you the moment you stepped into view, their smiles widening with that familiar hunger.

Finnick fakes his classic smirk. "Hello gentlemen...lovely to see you all."

One man steps up to the front and grins creepily, "And lovely to see you two as well.."

Finnick could just feel his skin crawl, but he knew the drill, charm them.

“Oh, what a tragedy. The lovely Pearl and the Capitol's darling… back in the arena. Again." He sighed theatrically, shaking his head as if the very thought broke his heart. "How will we ever survive without you two?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm. "It’s such a shame that you both are going back into the arena. You’ll be missed… by all of us.”

Bullshit. "We'll miss you all too" Finnick says, his smirk never faltering.

“You two were such a beautiful pair,” another one said, flashing a fake pout, his eyes glinting with mock sympathy.

You kept standing slightly behind Finnick, the tension in your body clear despite the mask you wore. Finnick could see your eyes flicking to the ground, but you didn’t step back. You couldn’t. Not here. Not with them.

Another man in the group chimed in, "What a shame. The Capitol’s brightest stars, and yet they have to go back in the arena... Seems like such a waste of good talent." He pauses dramatically. "What will we do without our favorite little toys?”

Finnick felt his patience stretching thin, but he didn’t let it show. This was a game, and he was very good at playing it. "Well, we’ll be sure to miss you too,” he said with an exaggerated pout.

Somehow, you both manage to get away.

"Are you okay?" he says quietly as you both walk back into the Tribute Center.

You nod and lean against him, "With you here, I'm always okay"

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Individual training went by in a flash, Finnick showed off his trident skills and you ended up showing off your poor spear skills. Just from your demenor, Finnick knew you weren't expecting a high score. he gently put a hand on your knee, a comforting touch that grounded you.

Finally, once both your prep teams arrived to the 4th floor, the scores went live.

“Finnick Odair. Eleven”

A murmur swept through the room, though no one seemed surprised. He was Finnick after all.

Then came your turn.

“Ten.”

The room fell silent for a heartbeat. That was much higher than you expected.

Finnick’s hand tightened on your knee, his thumb brushing against your skin, he could tell you were afraid. “You did amazing,” he said quietly, his voice filled with pride. “They’re scared of you now.”

“Great,” you muttered, your chest tightening. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for you. “Let them be scared. It’ll keep them guessing. We’re in this together, remember?”

You nod and intertwine your hand with his, hoping that no matter what you would both stay together.

Shortly after, your prep teams whisked both you and Finnick away. Thankfully, they had given Finnick more coverage this time, only leaving his chest slightly exposed. He hoped that they would've given you something with more coverage too.

It wasn't long til he saw you, and when he did, his breath was taken away.

You were in a breathtaking dress that was made from shimmering aquamarine and silver fabric that ripples like water with every movement. The fitted bodice is adorned with intricate beadwork resembling waves, scattered with pearls and silver sequins, while the flowing chiffon skirt cascades like seafoam, fading from aquamarine to silvery white at the hem. Your hair was styled in loose waves, accented with tiny pearls and seashell pins, and you had on a delicate pearl necklace with matching earrings, you looked like a mermaid.

He wraps his arms around your waist. "You look gorgeous, angel"

You smile, "And you look very handsome"

He smiles and kisses the side of your head. "Let's go knock 'em dead."

Finnick went on stage first. He knew exactly what to do.

"Now Finnick...I understand that you have a message for somebody out there- a special somebody." Caesar says, laughing. "Can we hear it?"

Finnick smiles and nods, he decided to recite a poem he had written for you, and as he read the last lines, he could hear all the women swooning in the crowd. "My love, you have my heart. For all eternity. And if- if I die in that arena my last thought will be of your lips."

He knew what he was doing. He knew that a ton of women were thinking it was about them. But no. The words were for you.

Only you.

When you went on stage, Finnick watched as you gracefully handled the interview.

"Now, our Pearl of the Capitol...we will miss you so dearly!"

"Oh...I'll just miss you all so much! You've been so good to me for- for all these years! It's so hard to say goodbye!" you said as you wiped away a few forced tears.

You then joined Finnick up on the podium, and after Johanna's breakdown and Katniss' dress reveal, Finnick thought nothing else could be as crazy as anything that just happened.

Until.

"If it weren't for the baby.."

You and Finnick both shared a look of suprise and shock. And it seemed like the audience shared that shock as well, because it didn't take long for them to start shouting "Cancel the games!"

Amist all the chaos, everyone standing joined hands. And Finnick hoped that Snow was watching. And he hoped he was pissed.

The lights suddenly shut off and everyone was ushered off the satge., You and Finnick walked off the stage hand in hand, the sound of the crowd fading into the distance as the door closed behind you.

You both made it back to the District four apartment suite.

After getting into comfortable clothes, you both stood in the middle of the living room. The realization that the games begin tomorrow hittting you both like a truck.

Finnick pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest.

You both felt a huge pit in your stomachs.

“Tomorrow,” you whispered against his chest, your voice trembling.

“Tomorrow,” he echoed, his lips brushing the top of your head. "I'll protect you angel. You stay by me the whole time and I'll protect you."

Tomorrow would be the start of the arena. The Games. But tonight, for just a little longer, you had each other.

A/N: im going to sleep now im so tired omg. ANYWAYS NOW THE STORY GETS TO KINDA REALLY START HOORAY!! also PLEASE IGNORE THE HORRIBLE GRAMMAR MISTAKES. ITS 2:20 AM CURRENTLY AND I DOZED OFF WHIKE WRITJNG THIS😭😭

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[miundy-again]

How did bodysharing work for Chara and Frisk before Chara was revived.

Not so good at first. Chara was not taking so well to be stuck to another human, as you can imagine. Chara is pretty harsh in their thoughts and Frisk pretty stubborn, so. It was ok but a little bit chaotic during their time in the undergound and after. Even if in the underground Chara had some moments when they tried to be supportive in regard of Frisk's distress, in their own way. To Frisk, Chara was mostly helpful and they truly believe they wouldn't have make it without their presence and voice. Once on the surface (and that took various attempts), Chara kinda mellowed out in the years living alongside Frisk so they started to appreciate them more. Frisk was pretty chill with voice-in-their-head-Chara from the begininng, and after going out of the underground they just couldn't remember the time when they were alone, so having Chara tagging along always felt pretty normal to them.

They stayed like this for more than 10 years before stuff happened and Frisk decided to go back to be able to revive Chara.

I did not say yes !

[thunderstruck9]

David Rayson (British, 1966), In the Begininng, 1996. Oil on board, 182.5 x 152.1 cm. Royal College of Art, London

[tw1l1te]

In your opinion who do you think in the chain in most flusterable to the guide showing skin and being flirty?

OOhhhhh This is gonna be funnn~

Based on my personal headcanons and others' fanfics I've read, I think that Sky, Hyrule, and Wild would be the most flustered at our guide being flirtatious and showing more skin than they're used to.

However, that's not to say they're the only ones, the others are just better at hiding it.

Let's take it from the top!

Warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE, NSFW

Minors do NOT interact

Sky

Our cute sleepyhead is beet-red. Absolutely in flames.

It was supposed to be a quiet, typical morning in Skyloft. He would get up and make some tea and look at the Sky before meeting up with the rest of the Chain.

But of course you decided to go on a jog that morning, wearing nothing besides a sports bra and shorts, as you tended to overheat during exercise.

Being so exposed in any of their eras was unheard of, so of course it was a sight to see, particularly for Sky.

The way your chest bounced with every movement, pearls of sweat dribbling down into the crevice between your breasts. He wondered what it would taste like on the tip of his tongue, licking each bead of salty sweat.

The way your hips moved in tandem with your jogging, expertly keeping up with the movement of your legs. Hips that he would grip while he rammed his cock into you, hitting the spongy spot every. Single. Time.

The way your face was pink and rosy from the slight chill in the air, but also running for so long, nearing exhaustion. Your tear-brimmed eyes looking up at him as you took him entirely in your mouth, whimpering at how full you felt.

You suddently waved at him, smiling and yelling something you taking a shower.

You threw a wink over your shoulder at him as you left him behind

Was that an invitation?

Hyrule

He wasn't sure if he loved or hated Wind's era for this.

Going on Tetra's ship for a side quest was the last place he expected for something like this to happen but... he wasn't complaining. Hell, none of them were.

You saunter out from under the deck, wearing nothing but a "string bikini" (as you call it)

Hyrule.exe has stopped working

Wars had to snap him out of his staring, as he was starting to drool

You walk up to him and sit down, looking out onto the ocean

"Eyes up here, Fairy boy."

He fumbles around trying to come up with an excuse while you double over in laughter, he was too in shock to process anything

Once he calms down, you both continue looking out onto the expanse of the horizon, sun begininng to set

He tried to ignore the way the sun illuminated your body, all the small scars and curves in your body highlighting your features

"You know.... I wore this lil' number particularly for you, Rulie. Seems like you like it." you whisper, nipping lightly at his ear.

Before he can respond or formulate a thought, you get up and hold out your hand

"Care to go for a swim, Fairy boy?"

You were gonna be the death of him.

Wild

Wild liked to think he was pretty good at keeping his composure, after all, he was a stoic knight in his past life.

That's not to say he doesn't show emotion, he's so much more open know and genuinely laughs and smiles ever since he woke up from his century long slumber.

So when all of you returned back to his era, he was ecstatic to show you around more, as last time you dind't get much of a chance to.

What he didn't take into account is that you would be sharing a bed with him.

Sweet goddesses, he wasn't gonna be able to sleep for days.

He was right

The first night cam around and the Chain setup their sleeping mats on the lower level of his home, shifting some of the funiture to make sure they all fit, while you went under the stairs to change

Wild was anxiously pacing upstairs, biting his finger nails.

This is fine, its fine! There's nothing weird about two friends sleeping next to each other, if that's what you can call your situationship with him and the seven older boys. It's fine! It's only a night- oh sweet Hylia you were wearing the shortest nightdress he's ever seen-

You yawn as you stretch, one of the straps falling off of your shoulder.

Mother of- he's done for. He's so done for.

You make your way to his bed, crawling up to the side closest to the wall. Peeking over your shoulder, you look at him, his face illuminated by the candle on the nightstand.

"You getting in bed with me or what?"

[odxrilove]

it's it's good tho i love it so much kogami is my man btw

i decided to continue psycho pass because seeing it noted down as unfinished on my anime list broke my soul

[yummyrevivalfluid]

Senku x Artist Reader

Relatively new to the Dr.Stone fandom but I just wanted to share a fic idea I've had brewing in my mind for awhile, hopefully inspire others! Might write it out if I have time :/

But basically the fic would start pre-petrification. Instead of being childhood friends with Senku, you are Yurzuriha's childhood friend which would eventually lead you to meet with Senku. You constantly clash against Senku because of your interest differences.

His love of science just doesn't go with your love of the arts. He doesn't understand why anyone would waste their time with art. Why would anyone waste pencil lead on sketches when it could be writing chemical equations and formulas. This infuriates you. You would rather dirty your hands with paint, let music consume your thoughts than mathematical equations running through your mind. This starts some werid frenemies relationship with Senku.

Eventually Taiju and Yuzuriha get used to this werid dynamic between the two of you. The constant bickering and teasing. Eventually your love of art has you seeking Senku's help. Your grades have been slipping, specifically your science classes. This leaves Senku all smug when you ask him to be your tutor. Of course you knew Senku would never help without getting something in return...

Again, might write it would if I have time...possible a 4 part series.

-Senku x Artist Reader (Bad Chem) Pt. 1

Reader and Senku's first interaction and the begininng of the feud of art and science.

-Senku x Artists Reader (Tutor) Pt.2

Reader seeks out Senku's Help.

-Senku x Artist Reader (The hands of an Artist) Pt.3

-During Senku's stay at Ishigami Village, he realizes he's going to need another craftsman to help Kaseki...

-Senku x Artist Reader (Picture You)

no idea....possible confession.....Chappell Roan song inspired fic??

[cowbok]

Character Analysis: Narinder (The One Who Waits) Part 2

Part 1 Here!!

Alrighty, let's start!! Last time we left it at the begininng of Narinder's jealosy towards his brothers, and the affections the mortals gave them while he received fear and hatred from the mortals.

But before turning on his brothers, he tried to do something about this. He thought "Why do mortals fear me?" The answer was easy. He was the personification of dead. Judge of the souls, the reaper themselves. Of course they would be terrified of Narinder!

So, the curse of action was obvios. What if he wasn't just the God of Death? After all, it was fair! Their brothers weren't the gods of just 1 and 1 thing alone! Shamura was war and knowledge. Kallamar was pestilence and health. Heket was famine and harvest. Leshy is order and chaos.

So why couldn't he be the God of Death AND LIFE at the same time as well?

Of course, Narinder didn't knew about how to create living creatures, not even about the magics that went on the creation of a soul. But he would figure somehow.

It is said that Shamura nurtered this ambition of his. Without truly knowing Narinder's intentions, maybe Shamura knew the God of Death wasn't well received so they wanted to support Narinder as good as they could.

Dialogs of Shamura right here.

Narinder was so close to figuring out the secrets of life, and he manages to created ressurection! Finally, after millenia! He would no longer be just the boogey-man of the mortals folkclore!

No longer feared, but loves just the same as the rest of his siblings as the god of Death AND LIFE. No longer he who lays a soul to rest. But also, he who reaweakens a soul anew.

And for this, for trying to go against the natural order, the bishops had to stop him. Of course, at the time Narinder couldn't understand the gravity of what he was trying to achive, he was just so full of ambition and desire.

So he felt so enraged when his siblings denied him. Weren't they supposed to be different from the brainless gods that slaughtered themselves during the purge? Weren't they supposed to be brothers in arms? That there was nothing they couldn't understand?

It seemed like it wasn't that way. And so, the bishop of Death saw red that day, causing the wounds in our bishops that they still hold to this day.

I like to think Narinder felt some guilt from this. But he never admitted it. Specially not after what happened later.

Chained, trapped into the deeps of the underworld, unable to leave for eternity. How could they? They were his brothers, his family, his only home. The only ones he trusted with his life and they dis this?!

Once again, shunned away, hated, feared, left alone to rot forevermore. The tittle of god meant nothing, for nothing had changed from the time he was a mortal.

The only mercy he was given was the company of the two kittens, Baal and Aym.

I like to make a parenthesis for them. Even after Narinder tells us he does not cares of them i believe he's just being a huge tsundere. The kits talk so higly of Narinder that its difficult to imagine they didn't form some kind of bond over the centuries.

I know he does cares but of course, he loved his siblings and look how they repaid him? He would never be found showing love and appreciation over anyother, ever again...

At least he thought so...

The Lamb

A prophecy of a liberator, the most loyal of the followers of dead.

At this point Narinder knows better than to let himself form a bond with his vessel, its supposes to be just bussiness but...

It has been ages since he had devotion poured into him. And the Lamb, he's so different. No fear or hatred, no prayers to keep him away, but true love. The kind of love the followers of their brother gave them, instead of that rancid fear and horror disguised a respect he used to get.

That's why it comes as such a surprise to our cat that the Lamb refused to be sacrificed. They were their most loyal, weren't they?!?! Once again met by betrayal?!?

It seems Narinder has a tendency to see only his way, tho. Of course the Lamb has all the right to feel equally if not even more offended by Narinder's word.

I would give him, that it seems flesh sacrifices were the norm and that it was a way to show devotion. Judging for the scenes where the bishops get powered up by their willing followers. Narinder thought this natural, without taking into account if the Lamb was or not okey with it

(And that depends on the type of gameplay of each one. Personally, i hate doing sacrifices, so i headcannon my lamb as the same).

But this is about Narinder and how he felt when he thought was, once again, betrayed. The heart of the bishop of death cannot get a fucking rest.

After his defeat, might as well die. Why keep living this life that has done nothing more but to stab him in the back and front over and over again? And what's worse, he's not even a god anymore...

And then... The lamb spares him.

And the the Lamb gives him a second chance. And the Lamb takes care of him, and shows him a new life, and shows him things CAN be different, and the Lamb keeps him safe.

(And depending on the gameplay you choose, the Lamb even loves him, shows still devotion. And the feelings are complicated. The lamb betrayed them but... They still... Love him?)

And it's all so weird. So many conflicting emotions over millenia. But at last... He is free. And he has all the time in the world to figure out his place in this new world.

And that's all!! Hope you liked this analysis. I just needed to take it all out of my system haha (HYPERFIXIATES TOO MUCH ON NARINDER HELP)

The cow now leaves. Bye!!

(Not going to talk about finals where the lamb kills him or keeps him alive to put him in the pillory forever because they make me sad 😔)

[fuckmegentlewithachainsaw]

the way Misha is obsessed with Alyosha... This is so embarassing...like, im at the begininng of second volume and Misha is like lets go get you laid- bro is a problematic bisexual with cuck fetish and foot fetish fr fr

[criistalxxx]

I recently made a post about some albums that I love and that I listened to non stop back in the days. I mentioned how they helped shape me as a person and my music taste but really it was a specific artist that made me who I am and who made me truly fall in love with music. They are who I think about whenever spotifiy wrap comes around and people look at me crazy for how many minutes I listened to music. Its One Direction. Without sounding so cliche they are who I listened to nonstop in middle and high school. I've always liked music but really they are who made me fall in love with it and made me expand my music taste. Made me explore other music that wasn't radio hits and what my parents played. In a corny cliche way they were also my safe haven. My mental health took its first appearance in middle school and they were what I would listen to whenever I was having an episode. I would also sit there for hours on YouTube watching One Direction funny moments. Also of course they are what got me into reading. Shout out to Wattpad, AO3, and all the non English speaking authors who made some of the best soul crushing smutty fanfics ever. I can go on and on about all the ways one direction members inpacted me (and I will), but lets take a break and get into the actual reason I'm making this post right now. I'm going to go through each album and talk about them. I know probably no one will see this but like my bio says this is my personal diary and I'm doing this for me. lets get started and go to the very first album.

Up All Night

On May 25, 2012 One Direction released there debut album titled Up All Night. There was 18 songs on the album making the duration 1 hour and 3 minutes. This album broke many records and went certified triple platinum in my room. Their lead single 'What Makes You Beautiful' was my first introduction to One Direction. It was a fun pop song and I was obsessed with it. I would watch the music video daily and would choose which boy I thought was the cutest with my cousins and who we would date. Keep in mind I'm in middle school when this came out. At the time it was the best album but now that I got taste its not in my top listened. Dont get me wrong there's some bangers on here that whenever I hear them I totally jam out, but it has some of my leaset favorite songs on the album. Either way this a certified classic and if it was playing I would def be singing along too.

Favorites: Tell Me A Lie, More Than This, Moments

Least Favorites: Gotta Be You, Save You Tonight, Another World

Take Me Home

On November 12, 2012 they released their sophomore album Take Me Home. This was also the start of them releasing music in November. This album was what for sure made me fall in love. This was the album where we were able to hear more from my kings Louis and Niall. Just in case you don't know who the members of the biggest boy band of this century let me tell you about them. Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Harry Styles, and Zayn Malik. My husbands and who made me who I am now. In the begininng of their career Louis and Niall were seen as the weaker links but they were also fan favorites so there was a large demand for them to be able to sing more and be apart of the music more. At one point they would turn down Nialls mic and #LetNiallSing was trending on socials. Louis in his recent documentary talked about how they would record vocals for songs only for them to not make the cut. This album we did see more from them but nothing compared to the next couple albums. I also believe this was the first album where Louis got to be apart of the writing process more. Anyways this album is great and screams summer to me. We also got Harry rapping so that was dope.

Favorites: Over Again, She's Not Afraid, and Nobody Compares

Least Favorite: Irresistible, Magic, Truly Madly Deeply

Midnight Memories

This album is so good, like so so so good. It was released November 25, 2013. Its 59 minutes and 31 seconds of nothing but hits. The boys were very happy with this album since they felt like they actually were able to be involved with everthing on this album. Not to mention we got to see Louis and Liam write nothing but the best songs in One Direction's discography. More specifically Louis with 12 song writing credits on the album which btw theres 18 songs on the album. that more that half the album and all of them are straight bangers. This era was the best and most fun era in my opinion next to the take me home era. It was also when they were in their frat boy era were they looked SO good. With the release of this album we got their documentary and also 1D which was a beautiful disaster. This album and the next has my top favorites in their discography so it was very hard for me to choose but here's my favorites and least favorites. Which I want to clarify that I don't hate these songs theyre just the ones I don't listen to the most.

Favorites: Happily, Does He Know?, and Alive

Least Favorites: Something Great, You & I, Little White Lies

Four

Four is there fourth studio album (duh). This is probably my favorite album by them for sure. I kinda go back and forth between this and midnight memories but something about Four just has my heart. If I was trying to get someone into One Direction I will most likely have them listen to this album for sure. It's also probably there more indie alternative sounding album which is the type of music I currently listen to. Theres actually so many good songs on here that it was actually hard to decide which songs were my favorite because I am constantly changing it. 16 songs in total with 57 minutes of play time. This album was released November 17, 2014 and was the last album to feature Zayn on it. I still remember and will never forget the day I found out he was leaving. I was literally in algebra in middle school. I put on my headphones the whole day and became very very very emo. Like I literally went non verbal that whole day and everyone was cracking jokes and all I wanted to do was go home and cry. I did just that actually. Once I got home I went to my room and cried my eyes out like it was a first break up. Anyways this album is so good and in my opinion has only one skip and one song where I can only listen to it for a few more times before it becomes a skip (Once in a Lifetime and Fool's Gold). I also cant talk about this album without mentioning the No Control Project. No Control is a super sluty song written by my king Louis Tomlinson. It features a chorus where its literally nothing but him. Im so serious its just him singing the chorus and I live for it. Louis was always that person in the band where everyone outside the fandom thought he brought nothing to the band and couldn't sing. Which for at one point in his life he honestly believed which breaks my heart cause that's my boy. So you can imagine our shock when we heard this song for the first time. I literally cried and started screaming of pure joy of hearing Louis so much on a song. Please this song around a louis girl and shes crumbling. Anyways we wanted this song to be a single so bad but they never did release this as a single so we did what we did best and make it a fan project. Basically we promoted the shit out of this song and also got radios to play it. It got so huge that it broke records and charted. They still never released it as a single but it was definitely appreciated by them especially Louis. Anyways this album will always be my go to and the last real album with the core 5.

Favorite: Girl Almighty, No Control, Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Least Favorite: Once in a Lifetime, Fool's Gold, Act My Age

Made In The AM

This is their first album post Zayn. It was relased on November 13, 2015 with 17 songs and 58 minutes of play time. Although it didn't have Zayn it didn't feel any different from their last two albums in my opinion. Off topic but not really, I just stopped to check twitter and get a mini break from typing and the song Perfect started playing as soon as I read a tweet announcing that Perfect just reached 1 billion streams on Spotify making it their 5th song to achieve a billion streams. God I love this band. Anyways this song hold my all time favorite song by them, Hey Angel. I would pay any amount of money to hear this song again. Hey Angel is four minutes of everything I love about a one direction album. Amazing chorus, fantastic bridge and a random section that screams sex appeal. Harry during the second verse will always get me. I would love to have been a fly on the wall when he was recording that part. I won't say to much about it just go and listen to it on yourself and come back and agree with me. THE BRIDGE. Like are you kidding. It starts with Liam and its so catchy but then we bring it my lovely Louis and it just gets so much better. like the harmonies and melodies of that part will always get me. I just wish it was longer but it's great either way. I wont lie some of the songs on the album definitly had to grow on me but once they did it was amazing. 10 outta 10 album.

Favorite: Hey Angel, Wolves, Infinity

Least Favorite: If I Could Fly, I Want to Write You A Love Song, Long Way Down

In conclusion this band has some amazing songs and has atleast one song that I truly believe people will like. this band brings me so much joy and I could never thank them enough for everything they did to me without realising it. They shaped my music taste and the awsome humor I have. They are definitely my comfort artist and I will never hide that. Depending on the playlist they will always have at least one song there but whenever I get supre anxious, depressed or whenever I feel an episode coming on, I play their music to ground me and comfort me. Like my first breakup and the second, when I was suicidal, when my nephew died, and when Liam passed are just some of the examples I played their music to help calm me. Except the few times where I related to the songs and I cried even harder but that's besides the point. I love this band so much that ever since I was able to drive myself whenever I was with my younger brother I would play one direction so that way I will have a partner to listen to their music and not complain. I will never forget the endless nights of voting just to get them to win awards, making my first twitter and being there when stan twitter was being developed because of us, reading my first smutty book due to a fanfic about Harry, pretending to be sick during every album release so I could listen to it enough times to get it to number one. Remember to refresh instead of clicking replay. Sit me down and I can talk about them forever. This band will always mean the most to me and I will always cherish them.