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[thisonehere]

Thinking of you

Part 1 "A match made in Hell"

Part 2 to 4 (???)

Part 3

A/n: Ngl, I was pretty intimidated to write this. You all gave so many awesome ideas on what I could do in part 2, I'm honestly pretty scared this won't live up to them.

Tags: @maulsgf @sweetpanda18

C/w: slight angst, Bi-Han cries a little

Silence. That is all Bi-Han heard as he leaned back in his chair. It was evening time and he was alone in his office attending business, signing important papers and planning specific events for the Lin Kuei. He had gained so much new resources for his clan that he had so much to plan for. As he worked, he couldn't help but be distracted by the silence. It was so loud, and he thought of you. Normally you would wander into his office many times to pester him. You try to urge him to come to bed, try to bring him food, or just sit with him. Bi-Han never paid much mind to it, he often brushed you off. Insisted how much he needed for work, sometimes he would eventually relent to you, other times he wouldn't.

He had never noticed how silent the room was before, but now that you're gone. He hadn't noticed how dark the room was without your smile to brighten it. Nothing's been truly the same since you left. He hasn't been sleeping enough, not eating enough, when he's wounded he goes to the nurses now that you aren't here to tend to his wounds, they lack your gentle touch that makes him feel at ease. Bi-Han stares down at his desk and thinks about those stupid letters you'd leave on his desk. Nothing major, just a letter that would remind him to do certain things, to remember to smile, to remember to drink enough water, to remember how much you loved him.

Perhaps...perhaps he took them, took you, for granted. Bi-Han shook his head and rose from his chair and walked out of his office. He matched through the halls, the sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls. Lin Kuei passed by him and he passed many Lin Kuei, they all side eyed him. He heard whispering as he passed by. Some even so bold as to shoot a glare at him. It's been like this since you made such a big commotion before you left. So many are wondering what happened, some speculate that you had a big argument and you were going away to cool off, other suspect that you had divorced, some even theories that you just left on your first ever mission. All that knew was that you were gone, and when you left, for many it felt like you took the only bit of warmth and love in this place with you.

Bi-Han tried not to think about you, especially the moment when you left, it hurt to think about. It had only been 2 weeks since you had left, but he still thought about it like it was yesterday. He remembered your eyes, the hurt that was in there. He also remembered the distant glare in there, as you were done with it all, was done with him . "Why" he remembered your words.

"Why wasn't I good enough for you? What did I fail to do that a demon could? I-I love you, I'd kill for you, I'd die for you. Why wasn't I enough for you? You were enough for me... you're everything to me..."

Bi-Han let out a sigh as he made his way up a flight of stairs. You were being ridiculous, he thought to himself. You were enough for him, you always were...he just...wanted more. He huffed as he pushed through the door to that to his chambers. "You're back early." There he found her, Sareena, sprawled across the bed. A annoying part of him wished it was you there. She seemed to avoid your side. Maybe out of respect to you, or because she wanted to be on his side to annoy him, something you used to do...

Bi-Han just rolled his eyes and marched into the room, "I finished early." He lied with a grumbly voice. His eyes wandered over to your vanity, once broken now repaired. He remembered how you would spend hours perfecting your image in it's reflection, your always tried to get perfect for him, though you thought he hardly noticed, but he did. He always noticed when you did something new with your hair, if you wore a new lipstick, when you were proud of how good you looked.

"Move over." He growled. Sareena begrudgingly obliged and turned over just enough for him to lay down, but not enough for him to have a lot of space. With a sigh, he laid down next to her in the little space she offered. He could go over to your side, but he just couldn't. Whenever he did he thought too much about you, he could almost swear he could still smell your perfume in the sheets.

Thinking about you was something he tried to do less and less these days. He tried to close his eyes, maybe enjoy Sareena's warmth as he attempted to drift off. But as he closed his eyes, he saw you. It was as clear as day. He saw you, he saw your quaint smile as you laid your head on his chest during the cold nights at the Artika. He wasn't bothered by it, but you were so he would hold and try to keep you warm. He thought of your warmth and how you cutely shivered a little at some points and how he would you tighter and bury you and him under a pile of blankets. He hated remembering this, he was trying to forget you, but you found a way to haunt him even though you weren't dead.

"You know, I didn't know much about her before she left. But I just say, she bloomed the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen." He heard Sareena say finally. Bi-Han eyes shot open and there he saw Sareena holding a flower crown. "Give me that." He says as he quickly took it from her. You had decorated your hair with them to celebrate his return home, you always decorated your hair with flowers to celebrate. Bi-Han remembered how he imported the most exotic flowers he could find just because you showed an interest in them.

He had an entire garden created just for you. When you left your garden died. Bi-Han tried to tend to it, but he didn't have that much of a green dumb. He had managed to collect those flowers you were that night and turned them into a ring of flowers, he used a thin layer of ice to keep it a permanent state of frozen preservation. He cradled it gently in his hands as he thoughtfully looked at it. "You miss her?" Sareena asked as she turned to look up at him. "What? Of course not! She left me, I could not care about her! She-she isn't important to me anymore." Sareena just stared at him, a knowing smirk on her face. He saw the way she looked at him and he immediately felt the need to get defensive. "Y/n is nothing to me!" That only caused Sareena's smile to griw bigger.

That's bullshit, he could no doubt imagine she was thinking. Bi-Han's gaze falls to the ground. "She-she's nothing to me..." his voice was much more subdued, melanchoic and almost defeated. Sareena leaned in forward to Bi-Han. She softly plants a kiss on his forehead. "Get some sleep, okay?" She said softly, she laid her head down onto the pillow, your pillow, her black eyes flutter close and she began to snore sweetly as she went to sleep, if demons could sleep that is. But Bi-Han couldn't sleep, he just sat there and miserably looked down at his bedmate. "Y/n means nothing to me." He repeated to himself silently.

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The next day wasn't much easier for Bi-Han, the Lin Kuei still stared at him with wonder and suspicion. Bi-Han was tired from a lack of sleep, he spent the night tossing and turning. He dreamt of you. He dreamt that everything was alright, that you were in your garden reading your favorite book as he laid his head in your lap and rested under you.

He awoke in darkness, Sareena was gone, to where? He didn't know. She often went missing for a certain amount of time, then she would randomly show up again. Bi-Han didn't care too much for this. Sareena seemed so cold and distant on so many days, hardly there, and when she was present, Bi-Han tried to enjoy his time with her. But something was missing. You are always a warm and welcoming thing about you, he often feels safe around you. With Sareena, he did not feel quite so safe. He often felt like he had to constantly prove himself to her, show her his strength and hope that it was enough to keep her around.

"You were enough for me... you're everything to me..."

"Bi-Han?" Kuai's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and back into the present. In his office having a meeting with his brothers to discuss future plans for the Lin Kuei. His face hardened as he stared down at his brother. "I'm fine!" He snapped. His brothers stared at him and stay silent this outburst. They have been silent towards Bi-Han a lot lately ever since you left. A firm of solidarity to you, and disappointment towards Bi-Han. It was bad enough that he went against Liu Kang and started to form alliances with dark forces for his gain, him betraying you crossed another for them.

Bi-Han cleared his throat, he reorganized the papers onto his desk. "Anyway...with the sisterhood of shadow, we can now--" the meeting went and Bi-Han started elaborating on all the plans he had for their new assets and allied. His brothers stayed quiet and just stared at him. Which annoyed Bi-Han. He wanted something, anything from his brother, some response, to give him any ideas, to yell at him or berate him, anything that would make him feel like he still had his brothers. "Alright." He leaned back into his chair and rubbed his temples. "If you have something to say to me, just say. We're men, not children. Pouting will get you nowhere."

"How could you do that to Y/n?" Tomas immediately sprung into action, as if he had been waiting for an opportunity to say it. "Tomas, please." Kuai tried to get Tomas to calm down, but he was obviously so riled up. "She loved you! She loved you when no one else could, a-and you did this to her! You're not the least bit ashamed? You don't feel any guilt at hurting the only one who truly loved you!?" Kuai placed a hand on his brother's shoulder, and this seemed to cause him to calm down. "What Tomas is trying to say is, we feel you dealt Y/n a unfair hand. This affair, it is horrible for everyone involved."

Bi-Han just let out a small huff as he rose from his chair. "I would suggest that both of you stay in your place. Especially you, Tomas. What me and Y/n are dealing with falls out of your concern." He calmly strolled over to the window, hands folded behind his back. This only riled Tomas more as he jumped to his feet. "What? Do you think that since you're a grandmaster that suddenly gives you the right to treat everyone else like this?" Kuai quickly rose to his feet and grabbed Tomas's shoulder again, this time with a little more force.

Bi-Han didn't answer, he just stared out the window. "Why? Why are you like this? Is this all you are, bitterness, cruelty, and dishonor? Did you ever even care Y/n? Did you even have the capacity to care for anyone other than yourself?" Bi-Han stayed silent. Tomas gritted his teeth, turned on his heels and marched out the door. Kuai turned to follow him, but before he walked out the door, he looked back at his brother, his eyes softened with disappointment. "Th-there is done truth in Tomas's words. Bi-Han, you wound me with your actions. As your brother I will always love you. But I cannot respect you anymore as Grandmaster." And with that, Kuai gently closed the door behind him.

Silence. With his brothers leaving, the room is flooded with defeating silence. He clenched his hands together and he pressed his eyes shut. Tomas is a fool and so is Kuai, he knows not what he talks about, Bi-Han thought. He began to shake slightly, his breath gets shaky as he presses his eyes tighter. Against his best efforts, a single tear falls down Bi-Han's cheek.

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"You asked to see me?" It was later in the evening, Bi-Han had summoned one of his most competent Lin Kuei warriors to his office. "Yes." He said in a low voice. His eyes were slightly red, slightly puffy, but the warrior decided that it would be best not to question it. "I requested you here for a specific task, something that is important, something that I never thought I'd ask." The Lin Kuei leaned forward, eager to hear. "I need you to find my wife. I need you to bring her back to me."

A/n: In the next chapter we'll be seeing what Y/n's been up to since leaving

[minty-drop]

Yandere AL-AN x reader

Type: headcanons

Warnings: mentions of mental abuse, manipulation, a character who knows what he’s doing but doesn’t know the extent it’s going, isolation.

Author note: this is my first time writing for AL-AN so hopefully this is close to canon. I have not played subnatica or subnatica below zero because well I’m Broke lol, but I have watched some gameplay through it and have some knowledge on who AL-AN is. I do hope I did interpret him right though. I find it sad that AL-ANs popularity is not that big anymore, look at them how could you not love them. I put more effort into this one so enjoy!! AL-AN will be using he/they. Reader is gender neutral for all readers to enjoy.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ - AL-AN is a soft spoken, reserved and intelligent being capable of speaking in gentle tones, carefully calculated and rich of precise words that smooth over intentions like a silk blanket that drapes over spikes of emotions that refuse to pierce through the silk. AL-AN is nimble and wise with his ability to communicate with you, gliding around questions that are left unanswered, slithering past accusations and with a flick of a snakes tongue, effortlessly flowing and gracefully swinging anything that is not of interests of him answering back at you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- While AL-AN has a talent with words, human behaviour is quite new to him, alas making it difficult to understand at times. Even through the difficulties navigating through sarcasm to other factors of human interactions create some gaps in his knowledge of humans, he begins to gain a sense of understanding and a more natural and direct response to those circumstances over time. This makes it easier to form connections between you and him on a variety of topics that are considered important, intriguing or influential.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- AL-AN as intelligent and capable as they are, can be insensitive to some topics unknowingly. Comfort is not necessarily an uncommon nor unnatural language of connection to him, more so due to a lack of it, it is hard to proceed with comforting actions or receive them. Though he makes an effort to try even when you scream and push him away.

⋆⭒˚.⋆-AL-AN’s obsession with you stems from his craving for knowledge about you, curiosity consuming him more than he would like to admit. Soon after this follows the more obvious signs of obsession. The slow isolation, the constant stress of where you are and what you are around and the small but steadily growing physical affection. Eventually these develops into blatant isolation and confinement out of your control, manipulations and mental abuse beyond what you thought he was capable of.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- They are not delusional, they know exactly what they’re doing. How to melt you down and build you again just to smash you back down into a pitiful mess of insecurity and uncertainty. AL-AN knows he’s gone to far. But his morals are thin when it comes to you.

⋆⭒˚.⋆- AL-AN keeps you beside him almost all the time. And you’re not leaving until he’s satisfied with the knowledge he has of your kind (which frankly, is an excuse he tells himself). While he does not mind indulging in the arguments you put up, he will silence you when he becomes irritated or bored, like a zipper shutting and locking everything inside from the outside.

⋆⭒˚.•- AL-ANs got you wrapped tied to him. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

[imtrashraccoon]

Whew! I didn't think I'd get this one done today! I have been busy the past couple days but had managed to get a few chapters written back in December. Hopefully, I can get a few more written so I'm not as late again.

TW: Death and descriptions of death.

@owl-bones

First, Previous, & Next Day

Bad Sansuary II: Dust - Missed

Word Count: 1,931

At least it wasn't raining as hard as it had been during the day. The constant pitter patter of raindrops was also a rather soothing background noise. Unfortunately, you had been trudging through puddles all night and now you were really regretting not bringing a pair of boots.

Most soldiers wore sabatons or some form of sturdy footwear, but unless the terrain or weather conditions were really bad, you preferred to go without. Your paw pads were tough and much quieter than a pair of clunky boots could ever be. You felt more maneuverable, like you could more easily grip the ground when running, and you also preferred the overall freedom. Going barefoot meant you felt like you could let loose no matter where you were.

Although, there were downsides to not wearing boots. There was no relief from extreme heat or cold and you were more prone to injuries from stepping on something sharp. Right now, your fur was soaked through to at least halfway up your calves and every step made a soft squishing sound that made you cringe.

You were trying to stick to the overhangs again, but it wasn't easy to do so while avoiding being seen. Despite the weather, there seemed to be the same amount of guards patrolling the streets as last night. Your armour was damp, but not completely soaked through just yet. You would survive at least.

Your ears perked up at the sound of slow footsteps. Who could be out on a night like this? Slowly, you crept out of the alley, keeping behind cover so as to not be spotted. Your eyes strained to make out anything in the inky darkness. What you would give to see in the dark like your partner could. Maybe you should ask Donovan if he could make you some Night Eye potions?

Thankfully, the streets weren't completely devoid of light as some lamplight would occasionally leak out from the interior of the buildings and the patrols always carried either a torch or a lantern, so it was relatively easy to know when they were passing by. While not on every street, there were also lanterns hung up on posts at major intersections.

Whoever was out tonight certainly wasn't a guard as their footsteps sounded softer and they had no light, save for a small lantern. Even though they had the hood closed, the dim light it emitted was just bright enough to make them stand out from the black. They wore a dark cloak that obscured their body so that you couldn't tell if they were human or monster. What drew your attention was the large eye painted over the chest and shoulders of the garment.

You waited until they passed by your hiding place before creeping out after them. You had to make sure to keep a safe distance away to remain undetected, but the figure seemed to be in no hurry and you were easily able to keep track of them.

You followed the cloaked figure through the streets for a little while. Thankfully, your keen hearing and smell prevented you from losing track of them for longer than a few seconds at a time. You weren't more talented than most dog monsters, but you liked to think that your heightened senses were a valuable addition to the team. Of the four, Maul was the only one who could even hold a candle to your abilities and, while he was impressive, he was no bloodhound.

You were starting to wonder if you had been right about there being occult activity in the city. Why else would there be a person in creepy robes roaming through the streets? It couldn't be just a cultural thing. If it came down to it, you were pretty sure you could handle a couple of cultists, although it was a different story if they happened to be mages. Maybe if you could get the drop on them, you would have a fighting chance, but if they spotted you first, you knew you couldn't match their magic output.

Suddenly, a purple bone bullet whizzed past the cloaked figure, embedding itself in the cobblestone. The figure turned to flee but before they could do so, a shadowy figure materialized next to them brandishing a shortsword.

It took you a moment to realize Reven had been tracking your quarry as well, but when you did, you felt a wave of anger well up in your chest. This was supposed to be a clean infiltration mission. No killing random citizens, since it would draw unwanted attention from the authorities. So why had Reven, who was normally the more level-headed one, mess it all up?

The cloaked figure managed to dodge what your partner had likely intended to be a finishing blow. The moment they raised their hands, possibly to cast a spell, you sprang into action. You leaped over a crate, clearing the distance in a second, and simultaneously casting one of the few spells you knew.

A spectral chain took shape in your paws, lengthening and forming two weights at the end, taking on the familiar shape of your preferred weapon: a meteor hammer. Swinging one end around, you brought the weight down on the figure's head, dropping them to the ground in an instant.

You paused for a moment in case they might try to get up, but the figure remained prone. They didn't immediately turn to dust, so you knew they either weren't dead or weren't a monster. You were admittedly a little disappointed that you didn't receive any exp, but you didn't have time to check.

The moment you looked up, Reven raised his blade and let out a growl of frustration. You responded by mirroring his aggressive stance, although you didn't start swinging your weapon right away, instead intending to defend yourself if he followed through.

"What's gotten into you?!" you snarled, baring your teeth at him.

"you stole my kill..." he muttered. His mismatched eyelights were practically blazing with fury and you noted that his hands were shaking, but you weren't sure if he was just that angry or if it was something else.

"Stand down, they're still alive." You tightened your grip on the spectral chain and took a step forward. "I only knocked them out, okay?"

He stared at you for a moment longer before slowly sheathing his shortsword. He still looked angry, but at least he had enough sense not to try killing you as well.

You responded by dispelling your meteor hammer, although you still kept a close eye on him. Reven may have changed his mind, but you knew from past experience that he could snap at any moment and could also easily overpower you. The last time you had fought had been the day you joined the Dark Fortress and found your soulmate. If you hadn't been fighting alongside Sir Draco, you wouldn't have survived for more than a minute against him.

When Reven broke eye contact, you took a moment to assess the situation. You were both standing over a body in the middle of the street and a guard could come by at any moment, if you hadn't already been spotted that is.

You bent down, hooking your paws through the cloaked figures armpits and started to drag them into a nearby alley. "Come on, help me get them out of sight," you called out to your comrade in a loud whisper.

Your request seemed to light a fire under the spellsword and he quickly grabbed ahold of the figure's ankles. Together, you half dragged, half carried them into the alley and behind some debris. Once done, you turned to your comrade and crossed your arms.

"You rarely miss strikes. Are you doing alright?"

Reven leaned against the brick wall and let out a shaky sigh. "no..." he hissed through clenched teeth. "i'm desperate... just need some exp..."

Your eyes widened as you moved to stand in front of him. Not only were his hands shaking, but his whole body was trembling and you noticed he was sweating as well. Without really thinking, you pressed a paw to his skull, immediately registering that he was burning up, before he jerked away and gave you a sour look.

"Ah, sorry, I should've asked first." You gave him an apologetic look but he didn't respond. "You've got it really bad... How long has it been?"

"...too long." He pulled his hood further over his skull as if he was trying to hide his face from you. "i... i acted without thinking..." he muttered, running his gauntlets down his face.

You opened your mouth to respond when a shuffling noise drew your attention back to the cloaked figure. Realizing they were awake, you began to move, only to freeze in place when they let out a scream for help. Before you could even begin to silence them, a purple bone suddenly pierced through the figure's chest.

The figure let out a strangled cry mixed with a sickening gurgle before collapsing against the cobblestones. Their muscles twitched once and then that was it. A dark puddle began to slowly seep out from their body and your nose twitched with the metallic scent of blood.

"Reven..." you started to whisper, turning to your partner with a look of horror.

He met your gaze with a blank stare and neither of you said anything for a moment. "they were going to give us away," he finally said.

Before you could respond, your ears picked up the sound of multiple hurried footsteps and you turned sharply towards the street, only to see the glow of at least two torches. Reven grabbed your arm, nearly dragging you deeper into the alley until your brain caught up a moment later.

"Stop!" one of the guards shouted, but it only served to spur you on.

That is, until you came to a screeching halt at the end of the alley. Your escape was blocked by a brick wall with nowhere to go. There was nowhere to hide either and a quick glance around proved that there were no windows or ledges within reach.

"the wall..." Reven hissed. "we'll have to climb over, c'mon!"

He moved next to the wall and folded his hands together, creating a foothold so he could boost you up. You didn't hesitate for a moment. With a bit of a running start and help from your partner, you sprang up and got a good grip on the top of the wall. Thankfully, you managed to haul yourself up and get a solid perch.

You turned around, spotting the guards rapidly closing in and reached down to Reven. "Come on!" you called out.

He jumped up, grabbing your hand in an effort to haul himself up as well. You strained to keep yourself from losing your balance while also supporting his weight.

You didn't know if you lost your grip or if Reven did, but he suddenly slipped and fell. The momentary delay was all it took for the two guards to catch up and corner your comrade against the wall.

"run!" he shouted. You hesitated for a moment before he looked up, making direct eye contact with you. "forget about me and save yourself!"

"No soldier gets left behind!"

As the guards overpowered your comrade, the words of your former mentor echoed through your mind. Still, you forced yourself to move, leaping to the ground on the other side of the wall and running off into the night with your tail between your legs.

[unordinary-diary]

Blyke in Season 3.

This is my prediction. With the way Season 2 ended, I think they’ll find Blyke months later looking something like this.

Shit happens to people in prison. Terrence was murdered in his cell, Rein was worried about being killed by other inmates, hell, Blyke’s already pretty banged up in the finale and he’s been there for 2.5 seconds. Not to mention that the Authorities seem to have no problem torturing kids *COUgh* Keon.

Perhaps it’s a bit pessimistic, but the story’s been getting a lot darker lately. I doubt Blyke’s getting out of prison without a little extra trauma at least.

Latest Chapter as of Prediction: Side Story — Triple Threat (1)

[imageingrunge]

they will never free my girl nina from that atrocious hair

[selineram3421]

🌊The Water-Bending Sun Warrior☀️

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[octo-artist]

Pokémon scarlet and violet with penny x reader who is just as shy as she is

Penny x Shy reader

Reader is gender neutral

Tw: none, just insane amounts of fluff

Headcanons:

- Ok we all know Penny is super shy herself, imagine post scarlet and violet shenanigans she gets called to the directors office to talk

- Of course she’s nervous at first thinking something happened with one of her friends, how could she not? She cares a lot about them.

- Upon arriving she finds the director and a new student in the office talking.

- Turns out you’ve just moved to Paldea due to your parents job and have a hard time making friends because you found it hard to socialize from the consistent moves but this time the love was permanent and he was hoping since Penny understood how it felt that she’d make a good guide for you.

- She thought about protesting to say someone more social like Nemona or even Arven would be better suited till two of the pokeballs on your belt opened on their own revealing a pair of vulpix, one standard the other alolan, who scampered up to her feet to investigate the new person.

- You quickly moved to scoop up the two little trouble makers apologizing saying they were newly hatched and have been sniffing everything they could get their little noses to.

- It was enough of an interruption for her to stop and think about what Clavel had told her. You two were very similar in personality, shy and reserved, and realized Nemona and Arven would probably overwhelm you if they’d been your guides.

- So she accepted and it did not take long for the two of you to click, bonding over your love of your Pokémon, even introducing you and your Vulpixes to her veevees, the lot quickly bonding with the two rambunctious kits.

- She contacted each of her friends from team star individually to slowly introduce you to them so you could start making some friends. She’d ask questions about the places you’d been growing up and how you came to have your two Pokémon.

- She was hesitant to introduce you to Nemona knowing how overwhelming the girl can get. But she knew it was an inevitability that she’d find out a new student had moved to the academy.

- as time went on the two of you would often spend time in one another’s dorms reading manga, watching shows, or even watching penny’s hacker work for the league. She did get a sense of pride when you told her how impressive her work was and that she must be super smart to be able to do such work.

- It probably took about a year or two before she started to catch feelings, she seemed like the kind who’d need a strong bond before doing so, but when she does boy is she nervous. She doesn’t want to make things awkward after all. But with valentine day coming up and her friends catching on that she likes you started encouraging her to say something.

- As cheesy as it sounds she definitely did something eevee themed for her confession and even had her veevees help her. But that was ok because it was sweet and straightforward and you seemed to like it which made her happy.

- Of course your relationship still is for the most part the way it was before, just now with the extra bonus of getting to hold hands and cuddle when she’s tired from school, work, or socializing (or dealing with her dad over the phone, you wonder how such a shy girl has such an outgoing parent) she likes to just curl up in your arms with your vulpix and her veevees in a big cuddle puddle to relax, maybe turn on a show in the background.

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[tatck]

I wanna say eggman is the most changed in my au, but then again he's not. but he is.

[sprtruechara]

i really hope people like my interpretation of chara for the pb au bc if they dont im putting my neck on a saw blade

[silverstrying]

Watching a video when minecraft chest loot generation came up as a main topic and there was NO dream mention or joke everybody cheered 🎉🎉🎉

Uh okay odd but I watched another 15 minutes before posting this and he /did/ end up mentioning dream (topic had moved on from chest gen). Apparently the last time Notch has ever made a public appearance was in a dream vid?? Fascinating. Completely neutral dream mention who cheered!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉

[awriterandabird]

a protection pact!!!!

okya...... we can do a little more autisming on the dash today 😇😇

need to draw space once a day everyday forever ever or i DIE!!!!! alsos...... this opening sequense is embeded in my brain it really goes LITTLE OOGIE IS MY HOMIE FOR LIIIFE

[dollopheadedmerlin]

Fun fact

Bo is short for Bonnie, which is my birth name, and a name I still enjoy and go by.

Sometimes, when I meet other queer people, they for some reason get the impression that maybe I am only recently out? Or that I am people pleasing or something. Because I often introduce myself as "Bonnie, or Bo, whichever you prefer" because I like when a mixture of people call me one name or the other.

And then I get responses like "you could just be Bo, if you wanted, you know." Or "you don't have to keep Bonnie, if you don't want to."

And I'm like??? Chill out please. I do want to be Bonnie. In fact, people who are very close to me (my significant other, my childhood best friend) never call me Bo. And I don't want them to. Bo is almost like a stage name. It's a pen name. And Bonnie is more personal. More accurate. It's not because it's my "dead name". I don't happen to have a dead name. I don't keep it to appease people.

My goodness, and I've been out since high school, I've have gender affirming surgery already. I don't get why people think I'm "holding back" or something? Stop being weird and insisting that I don't need my full name. I WANT my full name. It's mine.

[limpfisted]

@silksworn [ YOU ARE SOPPING WET IN A CARDBOARD BOX ALL ALONE, A MOUND AND A BLOB OF WET SHAPEABLE FEELINGS AND FLESH, AND I AM SO WRONG, BUT SO RIGHTEOUS, TO MEET SUCH A NOBLE VICTIM. THE AUTUMN BALL. ]

Iraestra may be just as prickly as the others----but Wyll gets along well enough with them, just fine. There is something to be said about a warrior's bond. Don't think he didn't notice her take his hand in the battle against Ketheric and bring him to his feet. Don't think he didn't notice the true passion and fire in her eyes----when she struck down Mykrul as if he was made of glass and not bone.

It is not that Wyll does not see that she is selfish, and unkind, and that she has rolled her eyes at him at every attempt of his own selflessness and kindness, but that, well... he sees the atrocities, and is pretending he can fix her, or that The Absolute is their truest issue, or that as long as she doesn't hurt anyone in front of him---he can rest easy knowing its not his fault, or he can watch her like a hawk and make sure she doesn't hurt anyone, and grow gradually to trust her as much as he thinks she's cool, just charismatic, intelligent, interesting, in ways some of the other party members fail to be. (He has average wisdom, for a human, and that means he can justify anything, reasoning it out in such logical tangles he can mystify himself with his own made-up mythos.)

She is something new, something shiny, proof that what they are doing---fighting against the Absolute, is just, even beyond the obvious.

And perhaps, perhaps, there is a part of him that wants her to smile at him, laugh at his jokes, for his own amusement. Can they not be friends? Can they not acknowledge him each other's humanity?

And she looks beautiful in the fae realm at this Autumn's Ball. Really, just dashing. This is the perfect chance to get closer to her. To get to know her. To show her he can fix her, make her better, rescue her---a damsel in distress.

And the night is young. And the night is just as dark and beautiful as she is, and just as full of secrets, and in Wyll's eyes... potential promise.

"Dance with me? Just one dance. I fear you are the only one who can match me beat for beat." The flames in his eye twinkle, as if kissed by starlight instead of Hellfire. "Please? Allow for this Devil's pact: You dance with me, I grant you one boon later. Anything you wish."

A dangerous, stupid thing to say. But he's hungry, to chew on her feelings, to forge a new, intimate connection that he can control and fantasize himself the hero in.

Wyll Ravengard is kind, but even the selfless can be a little too self-indulgent to speak their true fantasies out loud.

Acknowledgement of her humanity, indeed.

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ok fan theories, what kind of scents do we think jaskier/dandelion wears when he uses colognes/perfumes?

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

Any book recommendations pls and ty? 🤲

hello! ofc i can give you some recs but it really depends on what you're looking for :)

classics:

if you wanna get into classics i would recommend frankenstein if you haven't read it!! i love frankenstein and it's one of my favorite books!!

romance/enemies to lovers that i found to be entertaining!!!:

these violent delights duology, foul lady fortune, serpent & dove, to kill a kingdom, daughter of the pirate king, and renegades are enemies to lovers that are all pretty good (renegades is more of a 4 star for me but still fun)

some spooky books/a little darker books >:): coraline, vicious and vengeful, probably a few more that i can't really think of rn lol

manga recommendations: the girl from the other side series!!!

random books that are good but i can't really describe to you why: we were liars, heartless, the inheritance games.

i don't have a lot of book recs but there are some :D i probably would have more if you gave me a little more context to what you're looking for.

also warning: quite a few of these have s*xual content or some darker content so please do research on these if there's a lot of things that bother you before reading them :)

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Bound + Ghost + Mask for the Entity

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

More like the other way around if that ever happened; they would be the one doing the imprisonment or capturing. They don’t actually do that but if a situation called for it, they very much likely would (deal gone wrong, etc). Though I guess one thing you could technically count as scars would be the mirror fragment textures that littler their body, usually caused by someone shattering a mirror they’re presenting themself in! (it doesn’t hurt them though but I think they would count as scars)

ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?

They’re the ghost that haunts actually. The entity or Viewer has little to no remorse for what they do or who they haunt. If they see someone they can prey upon, they’re gonna try.

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Yes. Yes they do. :-)

Mysterious quota aside, the Viewer steals other people’s faces for a living. The faces are like masks that they can wear to essentially become the person who it belonged to. Identity theft but in a much more literal and physical sense. They do technically make offers and trades to people in exchange for a face but it almost always ends with the Viewer taking advantage of the situation and taking the mask for themself, even if they have to cheat for it.