#but we're doing it anyway. and it's going to be insane

[wanderingwolfwitcher]

The Witcher savored the silence, save the crackling of the fire and the falling rain outside as he prepared their supper steadily, stirring the cooking pot he had set up over the fire, adding the ingredients of the stew. Working like this here in a cavern was nothing so new to him... but it felt surreal to be doing so on an island holding an eldritch cosmic entity, a cult and a lost city below. There was never a dull moment in the life of a Witcher, at least, however long one tread the Path. Destiny always found ways to pull the rug out from under him. Still, for the moment he felt relatively safe, their preparations made, as well as not having exposed himself to the corrupting power of many eldritch artifacts. When Sabrina squeezed his hand back and spoke up again, he stopped what he was doing and turned his viper eyes to her dark pair, surprised by what he heard. Something almost approaching regret. He couldn't say he was expecting that out of her. He was good at reading people though, with his experience and mutated senses, able to tell far more often than not when someone was lying... and knew her better than most. She didn't seem to be lying... especially in the state she was in, at present, vulnerable from the close brush with the Leviathan. He should have felt anger towards her... might again yet, but in that moment, their shared, complicated past felt thousands of miles away. At last, finding his words, his deep, grim voice returned to her just as honestly.

"Won't lie and pretend I haven't wanted to kill you. Deidre's blood is no less on your hands than it is on mine, with that Black Sun nonsense Eltibald and Stregobor cooked up... the Council you served enforcing it. Will pay them both a visit in Kovir, one day, loose ends I will tie up. It was all an excuse to grasp for the power of a Princess, destroy her life and drive her into insanity in pursuit of her magical mutations. Mages have always coveted mutations like the ones Alzur created, envious, why they destroyed our schools. And yet destiny bound you and me together all the same, no less than it did me to Deidre. A destiny I betrayed. When I heard Henselt put you to the fire and stake after your firestorm, I did not feel the relief and satisfaction I should have, only coldness. Yet all that is the past. Can't be undone, only learned from. I learn my lessons the same way as everyone else. The hard way. We have far bigger fish to fry anyways... of late. Saving the world, doing what a Witcher does best, is leagues more important to me than any hatred I feel for you. We're too old to waste vital time on the past, just now."

Eskel returned his attention gradually to his cooking in the wake of his words, before the crimson haired Sorceress pitched in to help with her magic, and as it had been with warding up the cavern, between them they cooked the meal in little time at all. Once it was prepared, he began to dig in, taking out his bottle of Mahakaman Spirit and White Gull as well, sipping it between bites, the welcome warmth burning in his throat and chest. For now they would eat and she would recuperate, and when they were ready they would wage war on the occupants of the island. Search out the answers they required. Likely he would have to kill most or all of them... the more he thought about it, the less likely it was there was anyone who lived on the island that hadn't been corrupted by the power of the Great Old Ones... the flesh of the Leviathan they had devoured. It would make things simpler if true, if not easier. Still, he was going to make damn sure that was the case, first. It was not a cat, bear or viper medallion hanging from his neck, last time he checked. He would hold on to his sanity and professionalism... all the more important now, considering the nature of what they were up against. When she spoke again, his eyes returned her way, jaw tightening a bit, and nodding his agreement. Speaking again between bites of his meal and sips of the hard drink. Thinking ahead, to their course of action when she was ready to move out.

"And make sure that damn cosmic octopus thing remains sleeping and imprisoned down there. Kill the Leviathan, if possible, or it will just keep trying to wake its master and father. We know it can be injured now, at least, back there with your portal. If we pull this off, would be best to magically reinforce whatever is holding Cthulhu and the Deep Ones in R'yleh. Alert the Arl of Skellige to make this island and the surrounding waters off limits to future visitors. As many precautions as possible. Even if we slay the cult here, and miraculously slay a Star-Spawn... you can bet there are others in the world, biding their time. We'll need to warn people, spread the word on these cults."

@fallesto

Sabrina took his words to heart, her eyes reflecting the flames in the fire as she nodded solemnly. They shared a quiet moment, the crackle of the fire and the patter of rain outside the only sounds in the vast cavern. She felt a warmth from his hand that seemed to chase away some of the chill that had settled into her bones. His grip was firm and comforting, a reminder of their shared history, of battles won and lost. In the quiet, she resolved to be more cautious, to listen to the wisdom that Eskel had gained over his long years fighting the darkness. She knew that she had been reckless, driven by her curiosity and desire to help, but she also knew that she could not change who she was entirely. Her nature was to seek knowledge, to push the boundaries of the known world, but she would do so with more thought for the consequences. Her hand tightened around his, a silent promise to be more mindful of the risks she took.

“I should have hired you in the past, to do more work for me, instead of everything that happened between us, I know deep down you hate me, and you would wish to kill me if not for fate, I understand it, but at the same time, I am who I am, and after all of this, maybe too much knowledge, is a bad thing, given how the northern lands have burned, witches are done in courts, and magic is not what people want anymore.”

She sighed as they sat there, the warmth from the fire began to dry their clothes, and the gentle scent of roasting meat filled the air. She would move her finger to bring forth the supplies, some rations to eat. The meal was simple, but it was hot and filling, a balm to their weary spirits. They ate in silence, their thoughts turning to the tasks that lay ahead. The cultists, the monsters, the very fabric of reality that seemed to be unraveling before their eyes. It was a heavy burden, but one they both knew they had to bear. As she nodded and would agree with him, Sabrina felt the weight of his words, and she knew that he was right. She had been too eager, too willing to dive into the abyss without considering the consequences. Her eyes never left the flickering flames, as if seeking answers in their dance. She had to be stronger, for herself, and for those who might still need her, which now was done to one person, him in a twisted way of fate being cruel. The warmth of his hand in hers was a reminder of the bond they shared, a bond forged in blood and magic.

"We'll face this together.” She said. "We're a good team, you and I. We need to keep it that way, we destroy the book, and all the cultsits."

[lsunstreakerl]

For the kink prompt,

Not the most 'out there', but, a classic, cockwarming! (i just think it fits max and charles very well - "I love you and i want to get you out of your head so you can have some peace and quiet". But, i also think it fits max and danny very well too - "you are freaking the entire garage out with your bullshit so you are going to be quiet for the x amount of time until you become normal again")

but, if you did want to get freaky with it; tentacles, pet play (i'm taking kitten max to its logical conclusion), somnophilia, omorashi, knife play, to name just a few

So, I've written most everything on that list, somewhat including cockwarming- and I decided to go for knifeplay!

friendly reminder this is clearly a kink prompt fill so it's going to be explicit. in the case of this one it's also violent. 1k words, Max POV

pairings: max verstappen/martijn garrix

relevant heads up: uh, yeah. violence, post apocalyptic universe, gunplay, knifeplay, bloodplay.

"You're being a cunt, by the way."

Max snorts, tossing the dirty rag into the sink.

"Right, because being neat is undesirable now."

Martijn shrugs, shoving his dirty knife back into the sheath on his hip.

"You don't like to leave a mess, mate. It's cute, sure, but like– live a little, yes? Have some fun with it."

Max wrinkles his nose, sticking his head in the pantry to check for snacks.

"The rest of the world is still normal, Martijn. Maybe I would like to be well-adjusted when we get out of here."

Martijn laughs, loud and abrupt as he grabs a bottle of gin from a cabinet.

"We're not fucking getting out, babe. And you rigged up the most insane death trap I've ever seen outside the house, so I wouldn't call you 'well adjusted' either."

Max rolls his eyes, spotting a container of stroopwafels in the back– those are definitely coming back with them.

"Well, until I eventually snap and go as insane as the rest of you have, let me keep pretending."

Martijn leans over, plants a disgustingly wet kiss on the side of Max's face, even as he attempts to shove him away.

"Awww, of course."

------

It's been two and half years since their borders got locked down overnight, and Max has lost count of how many people he's ended up killing. Somewhere after 30 it got blurry– and it doesn't matter much anyways.

He's stretched out on the couch, watching Martijn methodically disassemble their guns to clean them. His fingers are smooth and confident, dancing over the rifle barrels like he used to on the turntables.

Max is bored. And also horny.

He sighs, watching Martijn's eyes flick up to his, eyebrow raised.

"I'm bored."

Martijn starts reassembling the rifle, soft snaps and clicks from where he's sitting on the floor.

"Where is that my problem?"

Max drops his head back with a groan.

"Remember when I was rich and famous and got whatever I wanted?"

Martijn hums softly, and the sound of the metal against the floor has stopped.

"Yes, you were very spoiled."

"I wonder who the champions have been, without me."

There's a rustle of fabric, and then Martijn is in his field of view, looking down at Max judgmentally.

"No one that could've won against you if you were still there, that's for sure."

Max grins, eyes scrunching.

"You say the sweetest things. I do miss the adrenaline though, mate, it is hard to replicate that."

Martijn scoffs, and then there's a heavy weight on Max's hips, arms pinned to his side by strong knees.

Max jolts, but–

There's cold gunmetal in his mouth, a slight sting at his throat.

Martijn leans down by his face, and Max feels the knife's edge against his throat push in– there's a warm trickle of blood beading down his neck.

"Really? Nothing gets your blood pumping anymore? Not when you're fighting for your life, or sneaking into someone else's base, or antagonizing me?"

Max swallows– the unforgiving ridge of the barrel presses hard into the roof of his mouth.

He's hard.

Martijn coos at him, rolling his hips down.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Martijn doesn't move the gun, but Max feels the point of the knife trace down his neck, drag lightly across his collarbones before digging in near his shoulder.

"You enjoy feeling like you're about to die."

Max tries to swallow again, drool pooling in the bottom of his mouth. He makes a pained noise as the knife sinks deeper into his shoulder.

Martijn grins down at him, but his eyes are fixed where the knife is in him, and Max feels him brush his thumb through the wetness that's starting to drip down his arm and chest.

Martijn brings his hand back up, tongue flicking at to lick at the red smearing on him. Max's hips jerk, and Martijn's still fucking smirking.

He slides down so his thigh is wedged between Max's legs, and then he's pulling the barrel of the gun out of Max's mouth, tossing it onto the floor nearby.

He yanks the knife back out of Max's shoulder as he cries out, holding it against his throat again.

"You want to get off, yes? Bored little cunt, so needy here all the fucking time."

Max tries to buck up, but the sweet slide of friction is accompanied by the sting of metal digging into his throat–

If he wants to get off against Martijn's leg, the knife is going to cut him.

He moans, trying anyway.

"Please, want to get off, please Martijn, leave a mark–"

Martijn laughs, sliding the knife down to cut across Max's collarbone. The sharp sting, the hot well of blood Max can feel dripping down him–

"Yeah yeah, go ahead. Maybe I'll put my name on you, a little return to sender."

Max drags his hips against Martijn's thigh. He's close, head fuzzy with the gun and the knife and the blood, Martijn's words ringing in his head.

"Please, please please–"

The knife digs deeper as Martijn shoves his thigh higher, and then Max is coming, making a mess, head dropping back.

There's the sound of a zipper, and Martijn is dragging his fingers across the blood from Max's neck and shoulders– followed by the slick sound of him jerking off, right before Max feels splashes of cum on his chest.

"Fuck, you're pretty like that."

Martijn's fingers come back down, smearing blood and cum together as Max shivers in the aftershocks.

"I mean, really, what would you even do if things went back to normal? You'd be so pathetic– nothing gets you hotter than this."

Martijn's fingers slip into his mouth, and Max laps at them, tastes the bitterness and the metallic tang all at once.

Martijn coos.

"It took you a little longer, but you're just as crazy as everyone else, aren't you?"

Max blinks up at him, tongue licking the last of the mess off Martijn's fingers.

He's right.

[peachcitt]

ladrien june fic sneak peek

hey everyone!! it's ladrien eve and i'm feeling festive<3

you'll have to wait for all the juicy ladrien stuff until tomorrow (i'm only human), but here's a sneak peek of a beginning section of the first chapter that's a little more telling on what the vibe for this june is all about

without further ado, enjoy!

If anyone asked the worldwide sensation and pop idol Ladybug what she was doing in the fifteen minutes before the final show of what was supposed to be the single most important tour of her career so far, Marinette suspects they would never believe an answer like, “fighting my way through an anxiety attack in my dressing room because my last minute replacement manager claimed to be an angel and told me I might die from demons if I tell anyone my real name in the same sentence.” And really, who would believe that?

Marinette had responded initially with laughter. “Did Alya tell you I was watching superhero anime again?” she had asked, and Tikki, her self-proclaimed guardian angel and temporary manager during Alya’s unfortunate surprise cold, had simply walked up to her and clasped her hands.

“You have to listen to me, Marinette,” Tikki said, her palms somehow reminding Marinette of skipping rocks and the idea of perfume. “I am being truthful; there are demons amok with only your name to guide them, and I have been sent from heaven to protect you.”

Marinette had wanted to laugh again. But Tikki had looked so sincere about it, that she’d unfortunately felt herself start to believe something extremely absurd.

want a little bit more before tomorrow? if you become a monthly subscriber to my ko-fi, you can access an entire 1/3 (which amounts to almost 600 words!!) of tomorrow's chapter right now, and, you will also have access to all future sneak peeks for the entire month!

for just $6 or $8 you can see me build this fic in real time throughout the month; sounds pretty cool huh? if you're interested, you can find my ko-fi here <3

anyway, happy ladrien june eve everybody!! see you guys tomorrow :^)

[wishfulsketching]

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[piromina]

OVERANALYSIS OF THE BURNING SPICE UPDATE TRAILER BECAUSE YOU KNOW I HAVE TO

we open up like this. pretty ominous words ... and you wonder which one is the demon and which is the god. burning spice and golden cheese seem to be very similar, possibly the most parallels that one could draw from the ancients and their respective beasts.

And then we get this shot. Obviously it's showing the soul jam, but there are also some things behind it. One resembles a snake ... APOPHIS ANYONE? this has THE most Egyptian mythology symbolism ever. if golden cheese represents ra, which makes one hundred percent sense considering her kingdom and wealth and radiance and all that, and the fact that she resembles a falcon, then the snake on this wall HAS to represent apophis. it can't not. heck, in some versions of the story apophis was A FORMER SUN GOD. like crk def knows what they're doing.

there's also this tiger character ... nutmeg tiger I'm pretty sure? something like that. they seem to be under the influence of burning spice, as well as all the creatures around them. they seem to be at a higher "position" than all these other guys, though. maybe a willing host?

and there is this. this is really interesting. the fact that Golden Cheese is the one to say this is very intriguing. as far as we knew, the ancients had no knowledge that the beasts even existed until pure vanilla's trip. he wrote the letter to dark cacao, and it was all "you won't believe this - but the place called BEAST-yeast has BEASTS in it!!!" and dark cacao was equally surprised. they didn't know. they thought they were the first ever wielders of the soul jam. but golden cheese ... seems to know a bit more than she lets on to the rest of the group. and a bit more than us. what the heck is the spice swarm?

also, the return (and release) of smoked cheese!! man I missed this guy. he seems to be working with golden cheese in this shot, but then what was his little deal at the end of the first teaser about? it does make sense, though, that he would try to at least be against burning spice - his entire goal is to get the soul jam because he thinks the current wielders aren't worthy - but to me it seems like he might have his own third side in this battle. he'll probably convince both sides he's working with them, knowing this dude. he wants the power of abundance and destruction, a second half he knew nothing about, the ability to make a change in the kingdoms and the lives of everyone in them.

and these two images are probably the most interesting of them all. they seem to be part of some sort of ancient papyrus or prophecy or something like that. golden cheese is yelling about the "great destroyer." could it be possible he was some sort of legend in their kingdom, a prophecy just waiting to unfold? could golden cheese have known about this threat since the beginning? could the beasts' corruption have been inevitable from the start, written in the stars ... and could the witches have known about it?

[ghostly-cabbage]

We need to talk about the worst thing about making AUs....

The fact that then when you inevitably think about crossovers you don't want the crossover with the canon you want it with your specific AU. Your brain worms, your circus, but THEN WHAT?

Oh, yeah, to understand this crossover you need to go read this entirely different fic/series? Girl help 😭 you can't do that

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i cannot find the post/tweet atm but that post that's like "[a] falls first but [b] falls harder isn't about [b] loving [a] more, it's about [a] getting so used to their (apparently unrequited) feelings it becomes the dull press of a bruise, versus [b] getting hit with a Feelings Realization Truck and immediately going completely insane about it. if they don't get to marry [a] TOMORROW they're going to start BITING PEOPLE" and i put tags like "this is tedependent. to me" and i am STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS. RANDOMLY AND UNPROMPTED. trent falls in love with ted first: and the love stays, but it becomes a low, constant white noise in his life, a background hum he can almost tune out; it's a candle flame burning gently in his chest, warm and constant but it still burns when he touches it. the dull press of a bruise. the resignation and acceptance that these feelings will never be returned, the love that asks for nothing and just enjoys being near him. meanwhile sometime in post-canon fix-it land or something ted's minding his own business when the anvil of Wait, Fuck, Am I In Love With Trent?? drops on his head with a loud BONK and he wakes up with a metaphorical goose egg and the revelation that wait, fuck, he IS in love with trent. so trent's over here with the slow, soft violins, fine with his little gay tragedy, because it doesn't feel so much like a tragedy when he's surrounded by a community he genuinely feels accepted in, and he's okay with the fact ted will never want him like that. and then in the next room ted is BARELY restrained from simply kool-aid-manning through the wall to propose to him on the spot. he's gonna start biting people and shaking them around like a dog with a chew toy if he doesn't get to kiss trent crimm on the mouth STAT. no but silliness aside really i can't stop thinking about that feeling of just accepting what the future has in store for you, that you'll never have what you truly want, that there's no hope, but getting to a place where you're okay with that, and then the love of your life/guy of your dreams suddenly is like "okay so i've thought about this long and hard and it turns out i'm like, mega in love with you. thoughts??????" i think ted has no idea trent's in love with him in this scenario btw. he's just hoping for the best. trent's his close friend and soooo beautiful and wonderful and maybe they could go on a date? (vibrating bc he cannot say he wants to spend the rest of his life with this man on a first date even if they have been friends for years) . what does trent even do with that. also if ted proposed to him he'd say yes

[theygender]

Just discovered the term les4les. Are we really trying to make biphobia cool again

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[boycritter]

hate how angry and upset i get over normal things with good intentions behind them. can we just be fucking normal for once.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

am I the only one who finds myself getting more attached to bucktommy and Tommy himself the more people push against it or

[hauntingofhouses]

mizutaigen is literally like. the first "toxic" m/f ship i've ever cared for. cuz like usually my taste in m/f ships is basically "unhinged baddie" x "badass wifeguy" *

* (see:yen/geralt. trevor/sypha. adolin/shallan. kataang but katara is sane and they're literally so wholesome like theyre traumatised kids in love who are each other's emblem of hope in a war-torn world! so basically they don't count. anyway. i'm rambling.)

and to that end my friend called mizutaigen yaoi-adjacent and im like. yeah you're right actually cuz like hell yeah non-binary mizu and bisexual taigen rights and all the gender fuckery in the show in general

but also like.

theres just SOMETHING else about mizutaigen that just GETS me. like there's a special secret sauce like the pheromones in that one sephora lotion attracting spiders and i am the silly spider!!! there's just something about it!!! it's not even the enemies to lovers trope cuz i personally am not even usually into that (obv it's fine if you are. but yk.)

so as i keep rotating these thoughts around i thiiink it's the fact that, yknow, theyre so similar. like i honestly truly think they could be besties in another universe: a kinder universe where taigen was not taught to hate. a universe where mizu was not born a girl in a deeply misogynistic society or half-white in a xenophobic homogeneous society.

yeah now that i think about it that really just might be THE secret sauce!!! like the fact that they COULD be perfect and happy together, if only things were different, if only they werent themselves.

smth v bittersweet about that's just driving me insane and makes me want to root for them to overcome all those obstacles, to say "fuck all that" (re:the world and all its fucked up shit) and find each other in the end. to eventually become each other's fav person and confidant. who obv still bicker and tease and insult each other all the time but they dont really mean any of it and over time it just becomes a running gag between them and no one else has to get it because it's just between the two of them.

[ejsuperstar]

Stardew valley men tier list

S: Shane, Linus, Krobus I think, Gunther

A: Elliott, Willy

B: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

C: Me, Alex???? (He's someone one of the 3/4 people I have hearts with in my new save and idfk know how I do not care for him)

That's it that's all the men

There are no more men in this game

[rosykims]

thought abt solas as eurydice again

[just-a-little-anxious]

I need more friendships in media. Not 'haha we're besties' type of friendships, but 'I can't live without you', 'I feel safest when i'm around you', 'you are everything to me' type friendships

[every-sanji]