#bet you didn't see *that* coming

[joshbruh10x]

Hi I swear I'm not dead, art is just not arting rn. Anyways HAVE THE GAYS

[umilily]

can't believe i managed to cut that without causing a landslide

[onesaltyerik]

Father Blackbird chapter 21! Ender King mentioned? Redza mentioned? Philza mentioned? Mentions of mentions? Many mentions!

Preview:

Was he alive? 

After all these years, was he still out there? 

“Well you see,” the Arena Master gestured to him. 

“He was the spittin’ image of you.”

[slightlyunconventional]

More with Kaz stifling and worried Inej! Pretty please

sorry it took so long to get to this! but here we go, another fic from my writing hellhole:

flowers (a.k.a. k/az b/rekker is annoyed at his allergies, and also is lectured on not stifling)

"-hahH'GNKT! gGNKTtch!"

Kaz strode ahead with two downward bobs of his head. The group exchanged glances as he walked forward, his uneven gait forceful and determined with frustration.

"So... any idea?" Jesper asked no one in particular.

"He's been doing that ever since we got off the boat," replied Wylan. He turned to Inej. "Is he allergic to anything here, possibly?"

Inej shrugged, though concern was evident on her face. "Only thing he's sensitive to is dust, as far as I know."

"You don't think he'd come on a job sick, do you?" inquired Nina.

"Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him..." Inej replied, turning to her, "but I don't think that's what this is."

Jesper was absently spinning his guns in his hands. "He's probably allergic to people cooler than him," he said with a shrug. Nina snorted.

"Or people without bad haircuts," she added.

"It's not that bad," Inej protested, earning a skeptical look from Jesper.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, love."

The group continued walking through the green plains of Shu Han under the mild summer sun. The beaten path was lined with flowers in bright shades of yellow and purple, and there were stretching expanses of fields and farmland in every direction.

"Do you think he actually knows where he's going?" Jesper whispered to Inej.

"Of course he does, don't be stupid," They glanced around at the vast nothingness around them. "Well, maybe not... but I trust him."

"Yeah, you might be the only one. I don't see an inn with a merch anywhere around here, do you?" Jesper said, rolling his eyes. He called ahead to Kaz, "My legs are tired. Kaz, are we ther-"

Kaz bent double with a heavy sneeze, cutting off Jesper's complaining.

"-haAH'kKISCHhiew!" He clicked his tongue in disgust and sniffled thickly.

"Wow, bless you," Jesper said in surprise. Kaz scowled and kept walking. "Saints, what's his issue?" said Jesper.

"Just leave him be, Jes. He'll come around," Inej said softly, "It's only a matter of time before he has to let his guard down."

The group looked back up at Kaz, just in time to see his shoulders lift and head tilt back before he ducked forward with two harshly stifled sneezes.

"heHh'GNNKT! 'NGKTt!"

He appeared to pause to catch his breath for a moment, then resumed his angry stride.

Nina kicked at one of the clumps of flowers by the path with her boot. "D'you reckon it's these?" she asked, looking at the bright yellow blossoms.

"I don't think so, 'cause then Wylan would be-" Jesper started.

"No, actually, I took my meds this morning," Wylan replied, "so he could well be allergic to these flowers."

Inej whirled around to Wylan. "Do you have any of your meds on you?" she asked. Wylan shook his head.

"Sorry, I left them back on the boat. I can go get them if you want?"

"No, no, don't. It's too far back now," Inej replied, "Thank you, though. I'll go speak to him myself."

Inej sped up slightly and caught up with Kaz. Jesper, Nina, and Wylan just shrugged at each other.

"Kaz," Inej said as she reached the dark-haired man.

"What," he said flatly, not even looking at her.

"Are you... okay? We noticed your, uh, predicament from back there."

"Yes, I'm fine," Kaz snapped. Clearly, his nose disagreed, as he quickly drew in a sharp breath and then sneezed again within a second.

"haH'KNNTtch! heh-hehH'GNKTt!"

The pair was stifled haphazardly into one gloved hand, and he appeared faintly winded after the outburst.

"You shouldn't stifle them like that," Inej said.

Kaz glowered. "I didn't ask for your input," he said with a scowl, "I do what I wahhih-! ...huhH'GKKTtch! hH'gNNKt! Huh..."

"My point still stands. You'll do yourself no good pinching your nose like that."

His face was still slack with the need to sneeze. Right as his breath caught, Inej said, "Dont-"

"hehH'gGNKTtsch!"

"-stifle it," she finished with a sigh, "You know you're just making it worse for yourself. Stifling just makes you sneeze more, we both know that."

Kaz rolled his eyes and swiped a hand under his nose. The touch immediately made him gasp and he bent forwards with a messy, uncovered sneeze.

"haHH'ISSHHhiew!"

"Now that was a real sneeze. Bless you," Inej said.

"That was disgusting and unsightly," Kaz said shortly, "I'm... oh, Saints, not again- hahh-hAHH'GKKTtsSCHiewh!"

He snapped forward at the waist with another sneeze, which he evidently tried to stifle but it was too forceful to have been contained between gloved thumb and forefinger. As Kaz straightened himself, he looked positively mortified.

Inej decided to cut to the chase, so asked him, "What's bothering you so much?"

He avoided her gaze with a mumbled, "Nothing."

Inej shook her head. "Obviously I'm not going to believe that. You don't need to be embarrassed about an allergy."

"How do you kn- I'm... it's nothing. I'm fine."

Kaz's nose seemed determined to contradict him. His nostrils flared with a betraying hitch.

"huHh... haEHh-!"

"Don't even try stifling it," Inej said sharply.

He obeyed, lifting his arm to his face and sneezing heavily into the crook of his elbow. "haHHh'KSSCHHUuh! heHH'KTSCHhiew!"

"Bless you, bless you," Inej said, "Now that was more like it."

Kaz huffed at her, sniffling thickly. "You can tell Jesper I do, in fact, know where I'm going."

Inej smiled softly. "Right," she said.

[bobfloydsbabe]

I just reread the first fic I ever posted for Top Gun Maverick, and I can't believe how much my writing has changed since then. It's incredible what a difference a year and a half makes.

[hischierlovebot]

if only one of your favourite teams could win the cup in your lifetime which team would you choose?

Do you know how much this question has haunted my mind??? DO YOU KNOW HOW TEMPTED I AM TO SAY THE STARS????

I can't curse any of teams to sixty potential years of cupless existence. Toss a coin to your witcher between stars and devils and let me weep

[bayleavesfromthevine]

chapter 18 of aspfbp - a fic about a baker who bakes things in a bakery - will actually depict someone baking (!!!) for the first time in three years. crazy, i know.

[corpseveins]

sookie had yet to discover all the secrets and facts about the vampires. by inviting him in she had sealed her own faith. if only she had known that her home could have been her safe haven from him. if only she knew she could withdraw that invitation any time and get her safe haven back whenever she needed it. however, the way he seemed so eager and full with anticipation the moment she invited him in, was the moment she forgot all about the fears she might possibly have over inviting a vampire in her home. if she was to trust him, this would be the perfect opportunity to figure out he was true to his words. " sorry for the mess, i do pride myself on being quite an accomplished southern woman who keeps her house presentable. unfortunately i had not foreseen having any guest this evening. " while he home wasn't messy at all, certainly not compared to others. she still had a standard of pure cleanliness that hadn't been met this evening, which made her somewhat insecure.

his eagerness proceeded to increase when she mentioned her bedroom and needing his help over there. sookie even detected the glimmering reflection of his fang peeking out. while that picture should induce fear, it did the opposite. it excited her. somehow she was capable of seducing this man in a way she had never predicted to be able to. the moment his touch warmed her skin, she took claim of his hands and led him to her bedroom. it was quite a spacious room with a four poster bed and solid wooden closets. she drew him in and closed the door behind her. while she should have returned her attention to him, he attention was drawn to something else. she started to point at it before uttering. " i have been wanting to move that closet for a while now. are you capable of doing it for me ?? " she batted her lashed at him as a request.

eric wasn't quite sure if his words would sway the girl, it was much easier to get an invite inside someones home with compulsion and he was pleasantly surprised when she agreed to invite him in. "thank you, sookie. i would love to come in." a wicked grin curls up his lips as he takes her warm hand and follows her inside. unless the girl revoked his invitation in the future, he would be able to come inside and "protect" her anytime he'd like. he was filled with excitement and desire as he took a few steps into her home, glancing around to scan the home before meeting his gaze with her's once again and stepping closer to her, trying to fill the space between them.

her next words surprised him, this night was beginning to work much more in his favor than he initially expected. the twinkle in her eyes as she looked up at him was intoxicating and it took every ounce of control in his body not to have his way with her already, the desire he had for her in this moment was primal. in just a few moments he could finally have her completely if he played his cards correctly. he just got the invite into her home and did not want it revoked already so he would follow her lead for now. "hm .. you do?" he asked with a smirk. "then show me to your bedroom. i would love to know what you have in mind, i am all ears .. " the vampire told her, fangs peaking out from his lips as his cold fingers trailed up her warm skin. his eyes dropping to her lips - his mind was filled with ideas of his own.

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[ghcstcd]

Team trouble...

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[lgbtlunaverse]

Thinking of the Nie disciple that told Nie Mingjue it was Meng Yao who stayed behind to clean up corpses on the battlefield today.

Nie Mingjue didn't just randomly stumble upon poor lil meowyao eating bread in the novel, he was already looking for him to thank and reward him for his work.

That's what makes it so fun that nieyao's first conflict will end up being about someone else taking credit for Meng Yao's work.

And I'm sure that Nie Mingjue's actual opinions on plagiarism are a lot more nuanced, all we really get from him in this scene is "well you shouldn't kill someone over it!" which leaves a lot of room for what punishments he thinks are appropiate. But I bet that it isn't occuring to him in this moment that the only reason he knows Meng Yao at all, the only reason he got such a capable deputy, is that he noticed someone was taking care of the dead and cared enough to want to know their name. And then the Nie disciples didn't lie to him. The disciple he asked could have said "it was me, Zongzhu" to rise in the ranks himself, but he didn't. He went and asked others, who all also could have taken the credit, but they didn't. Someone saw Meng Yao working and decided to be honest about it and that simple decision is the catalyst for Meng Yao becoming Nie Mingjue's deputy.

Meng Yao can't just work hard to get results, others have to acknowledge that work. If they don't, it's as if he didn't do anything at all.

[gallawitchxx]

for the @galladrabbles prompt MINE by @jrooc

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“Sorry, there must have been a mistake,” Ian says, holding up a lopsided ceramic hand with the middle finger raised. “This isn’t mine.”

The pimpled teenager folds their arms across a paint-splattered apron. “I’ll have to go look in the back.”

“Thanks.” This is the last time he lets Debbie pick the family outing.

Ian looks at the naughty pottery and laughs, trying to picture the artist.

As if on cue, he’s approached by a guy better fitted for a porno than a kid’s craft store.

“Ey! Careful! I worked hard on that!”

Suddenly, the mix-up doesn’t seem so bad.

[moderndaypandora]

I love every "Death set Dream up with Hob on purpose" headcanon, and I love "actually I was planning to throw Chaucer at you but I can wing it pretty damn well and, once I heard Hob call me stupid, I knew, yeah that's going to be Dream's boyfriend". It takes a village (or an older sister) to get Dream a boyfriend.

Now, I'm picturing the entire Endless family blindsided when Dream comes to a family dinner like "I GOT MARRIED! LIKE TWO MINUTES AFTER THE LAST DINNER--" "That was a literal century ago?!"
 "-- YEAH. WE'RE DOING A VOW RENEWAL."

Not a single sibling clocked this. Not even Destiny.

Destiny, out loud: it was an unlikely path in my book, so I didn't give it much attention 
Destiny, in his head: honestly I started speed-reading/skimming through Dream's love life paragraphs because watching him crash and burn and cause massive body counts just seemed so... repetitive and predictable?

Death: knowing our brother, I was carefully managing my expectations and was just glad he was still doing the century meetups last time I'd checked. Good for him, managing to stay with somebody for a century, that outstrips his last relationship by ... like 7 decades.  Kind of offended I wasn't invited to this wedding, kind of not planning to say anything?

Desire: At this point, I stick my fingers in my ears and go "lalalalalala" whenever I hear anything about Dream and want, either him wanting or somebody wanting him, because Death said I had to stop making fun of him for how disproportionate his Yearn to Act Ratio was, and any ammunition I can't use is just ... irritating. I figured if anything really changed, my twin would tell me about his descent into misery.

Despair: He was less miserable, but I assumed it was a fluke and he'd return to his normal equilibrium eventually. And it's not like my twin let me know he'd managed to successfully want AND obtain something?

Destruction is Sir Not Appearing In This Picture.

And Delirium had more important things to think about than her brother's sad love life, like would flying fish fired out of confetti cannons be considered birds until they landed?

Meanwhile all denizens of the Dreaming are never not aware that Dream is happily married, because the weather has been perfect for years and the throne room stained glass is some variation of Hob and Dream being lovey-dovey.

Lucienne: If I see them necking in the stacks ever again I will be forced to take action, and Lord Morpheus is aware of that fact, but we haven’t had a library flood in 103 years, so overall we’re pleased.

[its-kapi-wara]

Young Rayla discovering who she will end up dating in the future:

[telluricdog]

kingisle whenever they need to coax older players back: HEY YOU PERSON WITH A WALLET!!! REMEMBER DRAGONSPYRE?!? REMEMBER HOW SAD THE LAST ACT MADE YOU FEEL? HERE'S SOMETHING REFERENCING DRAGONSPYRE!! ISNT THAT YOUR FAVORITE?!

[immunetoneurotoxin]

SURPRISE.

Chapter 11 of Incendiary is COMPLETE at 11,180 WORDS. breaking the record as the longest chapter in the entire story. I will be posting this chapter tomorrow (Sunday, 10/27) at 2 PM CST!

I haven't updated this story since March of this year and only a few days ago did I get the itch again to write some more of this story. I'm back in the saddle for this one, and will ride the wave as it lasts. This chapter was a bitch and a half to write, there's a lot of Pyro backstory, and a LOT of angst. BUT... it is probably my favorite by far.

Keep your eyes peeled tomorrow!