#campfire shenanigans

[bishicat]

a mage and a dwarf walk into a tavern (campfire)... I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere 🤔

[ju-no-yu]

[raycatzdraws]

A Linked Universe meets The Dark Crystal AU! I don't even remember what started it at this point. I remembered that the Dark Crystal and Age of Resistance are things I like, blinked, and woke up three days later with an AU and a bunch of art.

The designs and the story are a wip and for fun so expect a lot of variation! (I have a few different beginnings, ideas for different designs, etc)! :D

In addition to #linked universe I'll be using the tags #the dark crystal lu au and #courage of the dark crystal!

[reluctanttrabbit]

fazbear frights should've been a series about rumors/scary stories told by the people of hurricane instead of like stories about faz goo and shit idk idk

[an-albino-pinetree]

My brother took some neat, if not a little cursed, sky pictures ✨🧡🌌

[scrunckled-idiot]

Imagine if a tiny met Pyro. It would seem scary, but then Pyro gives the little one a cookie. (A real one, not a "cookie" they see through pyrovision)

pyro found someone to share his and engies cookies with <3

[warmafternoon]

Giraffe pfp went "fishing" guys :(

[nitrozem]

I am shocked that there hasn't been a fire in the tiny town yet... 🤔

[artemistorm]

One word prompt: licked

This one is a fun one--it reminded me of a thing I used to do as a kid--lick my hand and hold it up to ward off my siblings.

(1301 words)

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"Let go of the rupee," Legend urged. "You can't get your hand out of the hole unless you let go of the rupee. Your fist is too big."

"NO!" Wind hissed, his hand trapped in a hole in the wall, his fist wrapped around a glowing golden rupee. "My rupee!" His eyes were red and crazed and his entire arm was tensed and stiff as if electrified. It didn't take a genius to tell that the rupee-in-the-hole was clearly cursed and intended to be a trap, one that the strapped-for-cash little pirate fell for.

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"If you let go for just a second, I can use my whip to get it out of the hole for you," Sky pleaded.

"And take it for yourself? I don't think so!" Wind lashed out with his free hand, fingers bared like claws when Sky got too close for his liking. "This is my money. I found it first! Its all mine!"

"Don't touch him and don't let him touch you," Four warned.

"What can we do?" Twilight asked. "We can't reason with him in this state."

"You shouldn't have let him open that cursed chest full of rupoors earlier," Warriors nudged Legend. "Maybe he wouldn't have fallen for the trap if he still had any money."

"I warned him not to!" Legend spluttered. "Maybe you should have been quicker to stop him before he reached his hand into a random hole!"

"Wiiind!" Hyrule sang holding up a silver rupee just out of his reach. "Do you want more rupees?"

"Careful," Time put a hand on Hyrule's arm.

Wind surged forward as much as he could with his arm still trapped in the wall. Hyrule leapt back and dangling the rupee just out of reach.

"Give it to me! I want it now!" Wind made grabby hands and strained to reach the silver rupee. "More rupees!"

"Let go of the other rupee and you can have this rupee," Hyrule said.

"NO! I want both rupees! Gimme!"

"Wind! Let go! You're going to break your arm!" Twilight cried. "Hyrule! Give it to him so he doesn't hurt himself!"

"Yes! Give it to me!" Wind growled.

Hyrule panicked and flung it at Wind who caught it faster than the eye could follow with his free hand. He laughed maniacally and dropped the rupee in his pocket.

“Great that didn’t work. Now what do we do?” Warriors sighed.

“You look rich! Give me all your rupees!” Wind demanded of Warriors. “They belong to me!”

At the back of the group there was a sound of lips smacking and Twilight turned to find Wild idly licking off each of his fingers.

“Eww! Cub! What are you eating?” Twilight grabbed Wild’s hand. His hand and his mouth were covered in green gelatinous substance. “Ugh! Spit that out! How could you be eating at a time like this?! What even is that nasty—”

“Hmph. No’ bad.” Wild said then swallowed. “Tastes like cuckoo.”

“What even is this?” Twilight wiped some of the green gunk off his hand and on his pants. Wild shrugged.

“Dunno. I bought some off a guy in Wind’s Hyrule. He called it a jellyfish, said it was something you didn’t want to eat unless you were in a desperate situation—and we’ve been stuck in this dungeon for three hours and I’m pretty desperately hungry.”

“Seriously?”

“Do you have any more?” Time asked.

“Yeah! You want some?” Wild held up another green glob with long thin tentacles hanging down. Time made a face and accepted the disgusting offering.

“Old Man, what are you—” Twilight trailed off.

“Ahhh—” Time inhaled sharply. “Ahhh—!”

“You good, old man?” Four asked, turning away from Wind.

“AAAAHHH CHOOO!” Time sneezed mightily with such volume that the sound echoed down the stony corridor. Everyone flinched and jumped, even Wind, who had a fistful of Warriors’ scarf.

Time looked down at his hands where the crushed green remains of the jellyfish dripped from his hands.

“Augh!” Sky gagged and covered his eyes, trying not to heave.

“That’s disgusting!” Legend stepped away from their elder

“Did that just seriously come out of you?!” Four gasped.

“What the hell? Do you have the plague??” Warriors jumped back, yanking his scarf from a startled wide-eyed Wind’s grasp.

Time sniffed the green goop in his hands.

“Hmm.”

Time touched his tongue the green goop. He made a show of taking a long slow lick the length of his right hand.

“No! No! Don’t do that!” Sky squealed and waved his hands. “Ahhh!”

“OHH! That’s just gross!” Warriors looked away and covered his mouth with a gag.

“Is this really happening?” Four asked, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle.

Hyrule watched simultaneously appalled and perplexed and Wind stared in horrified silence.

“Mm. Salty,” Time said licking his lips.

In the back of the group, Wild stifled a laugh and Twilight covered his mouth with his hand his eyes wide with glee.

Time cocked his head at Wind.

“Are you stuck, young friend?” Time asked. He casually approached Wind, the others jumping out of his way.

Wind didn’t answer but bared his teeth.

“Let me help you!” Time reached out a green slimy hand toward Wind’s stuck arm. Wind squirmed and pulled away from Time.

“Don’t touch me!” Wind scowled. “You smell poor.” Wind strained to lean away from Time.

“It’ll just take a moment to get you unstuck!” Time’s hand stopped just short of grasping Wind’s arm. “Oh! There’s something on your face!” He reached for Wind’s face with his green gloopy hand.

Wind screeched and jerked backward, arm suddenly free of the trap. He fell onto his behind then scrabbled away on all fours hissing at Time, who watched him with cool amusement. Wind’s face went blank for a moment, then he blinked confused up at all the other staring heroes.

“What’s going on?” He said, then winced and curled around his arm. “Ow.”

“Here, let me see,” Legend pushed past the agape Hyrule and knelt by Wind.

Time held up his hands for the others to see.

“This is jellyfish,” he said. “It’s not snot.”

“Hehehe I get it. It’s-not snot.” Wild snorted.

“And you’re right. It does taste like cuckoo.”

“I can’t believe it. You really got me, Old Man!” Warriors laughed.

“Wow. I’m so glad that’s not real.” Four shivered.

“Wahaha that’s so funny!” Hyrule burst out in laughter. “I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I know you said that it’s not real, but… I think I’m going to throw up anyways!” Sky pushed past Wild and Twilight and threw up on the ground at the edge of the corridor.

“Hey Wind, how’re you feeling?” Twilight called edging away from Sky.

“He’ll be fine,” Legend said helping Wind stand up. “His arm isn’t broken and there’s no residual damage from the curse.”

“It’s just bruised and sore,” Wind said, inspecting the red marks on his skin where it had rubbed on the rim of the hole.

“I hope you learned your lesson,” Legend crossed his arms.

“I bet you won’t go sticking your hand into any more holes, will you?” Warriors said.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Wind said patting his pocket. “I’m a hundred rupees richer!”

“Wait! No! That’s mine! Give it back!” Hyrule reached for Wind’s pocket.

“Buzz off, slacker. It’s mine! I deserve it for my troubles!”

“That’s not supposed to be the lesson that you took away from this little experience!” Twilight groaned.

“If I help you get it back, will you give me half the money?” Wild asked Hyrule.

Time stepped away up the hall a little ways and poured a trickle of water from his canteen to clean off his hands and he laughed and laughed quietly to himself.

[crosaidi]

finished this lil dnd cowl today! ITS CUTE

[rhokisb]

Dragonlance Campfire Chats

Aello comes back after learning how to properly use her clerical abilities.

Nightshade, Monk: "She's totally gonna hit us with that battleaxe, longbow combo."

Me, the DM: *Rubbing my brow in frustration* "I hope the elf smacks you with her Captain attitude."

Lady Liadrin, Captain of the Qualinesti: "Yeah, you shirtless peasant."

Nightshade: "Santa called, he needs you back up North."

[orcelito]

ok listen objectively kisara and dohalim would be a "straight" pairing but listen neither of them r cishet like OBJECTIVELY just look at them. they literally call dohalim "flamboyant" in canon just LOOK at him. theyre not straight. and i am cradling them in my hands.

[arrolyn1114]

I'm in this picture and I don't like it. 🤣

[yanderenightmare]

would love to hear any thoughts you have of what you think sukuna was like with a darling 1000 years ago, in the past before he became a curse

Ryomen Sukuna

TW: noncon, death of reader, fluff to angst

fem reader

Back when you were both little, Sukuna was just a village clown – a little rascal old farmers would shout at after he’d set their farm animals loose, skipping down the dirt roads with a sun-swallowing grin as they chased him away with their cane in the air.

He was the one with the unruly hair, bruised hands, and scuffed knees who’d steal bread from the baker and set the temple on fire. The one everyone knew to suspect but who managed to slip away somehow, always scot-free.

And you were his little cheerleader. Always hiding your giggle behind two hands, knowing it wasn’t ladylike of you to encourage him.

But he’d pull shenanigans just to make you smile. Often acting scary, playing in the shadows before popping out with a roar, scaring all the other children around the campfire, and getting scolded by the teachers. He’d pout when put in a timeout, running away and pulling you by the wrist to keep him company while the whole village searched for the two of you long into the night.

He'd found a spot for just the two of you. A cavern behind a veil of green, with a crack in the ceiling that allowed the moon to spill in, just bright enough to still let Spiderlillies bloom. He'd make a small fire, and you’d play shadow puppets on the rock. You’d make pine people and play the villagers while he’d put bird skulls on his fingers and act as the village monster.

Your father didn’t approve of him. Especially as the two of you got older with marriage arrangements fast approaching. Like always, it was unladylike of you to run around with the boy who never seemed to grow up.

You’d always loved the same person, but it wasn’t up to you. And soon you’d been promised to someone else.

Sometimes, you wished Sukuna was just a bit different – or, at the least, that he’d act somewhat differently. Maybe then he’d been good enough for you in the eyes of others. In your heart of hearts, you can't help but think that he’s a little selfish for never having tried for your sake, but when he surprises you in the night with those devious eyes and that childish smirk upon his lips, you can never will yourself to say no – let alone keep yourself from smiling and leaping into his arms.

Even on your wedding day, you wondered if he’d come – if only to say one last goodbye. You even selfishly wondered if he’d apologize and tell you he’d wished he’d tried harder, fought, and insisted on being a man who truly deserved you – that he regrets he isn’t the one taking your hand.

But you were a fool.

Maybe it was best he hadn’t, you thought after sitting awhile – a silent tear rolling down your cheek. In your wedding robes with your heart breaking. The maids gush and think it’s just wedding jitters, and you allow them that understanding even though your wedding is the furthest thing from your mind.

Your mother tells you that you’re beautiful, and it’s but a small salve to your aching – but enough to make the tears stop. She wishes you good luck and leaves you with the maids.

It’s only a short moment later that you hear screams. Blood-curdling, dying wails – worse than anything you’d heard in your life.

You follow quickly and find the ceremony in a bloodbath. So many lightless eyes stare blankly toward nothingness, their fine-dressed bodies piled on top of each other on the floor, blood-soaked and ripped limb from limb.

There’s only one thing left standing. Splattered in red blotches and black markings you don’t recognize. It breathes like a beast but stands atop the carnage as though the kills were all for sport.

But somehow… despite the second eyes, you knew that face.

“Sukuna…”

He turned, and you saw the other side of him, a deformed mockery of his once so pretty face. His eyes had gone red, glowing like a wolf in the wild – four of them, you counted now. They all blinked at the same time when looking at you.

You flinched, looking back at the slaughter of your village. Breath shivering. “What have you done?”

 “I’ve ensured no one's left to stand between us- no one to take you away from me- no one to tell me I’m not good enough-”

That isn’t his voice. Those aren’t his words. This isn’t the man you know – not the one you love. Sukuna isn’t a murderer. This was… this was a demon.

You ran. Slipping in your drapes as you pushed yourself forward, heart in your throat with lungs bursting your ribcage. You make it out into the moonlight before he has you pinned in the dewy midnight grass.

He growls something, but you can’t hear it. There’s too much blood rushing past your ears, hot and deafening, as you shake your head – eyes squeezed tight while you claw and kick at the thing that has you pinned.

“Get away- don’t touch me-”

Two of his arms grab your wrists and push them down flat by your head. The other two grab your face – not entirely softly, but much softer than what you’d expect from a monster. 

“Are you gonna tell me I’m not good enough for you too?” His words waft onto your face, warm with the breath that feels so familiar – a taste you’ve swallowed so many times before. 

But it just can’t be him, you deny. “I don’t know you- I don’t know who you are-”

It angers him. His hands strengthen their hold, and you wince as he leans in closer with a sneer. “Sure you do. I’m that village pest you waste your precious time on. The one you can’t be caught with during the day.”

You shake your head again with a cry. “You lie. Sukuna wouldn’t do this. He’s not cruel- he’d never hurt me-”

“You hurt me!” He argues with a roar, cutting you off sharply.

There's a heavy pause.

His lips ghost yours with teeth, making you whimper caught beneath him before he continues kissing you with his words. “Whispering you love me during the night, with your hands and legs wrapped around me like a brazen little whore, before you go and marry someone else in the same fortnight. Who’s the cruel one?”

“It wasn’t my choice-” You deny then, finally acknowledging it’s him but still not daring to open your eyes.

“Tch-” He scoffs callously, bitterly disappointed and judging you just as viciously. “Is that how you console yourself?”

The hands he’d held your face with slipped down your neck, stroking your skin with streaks of wet blood and hot tears, traveling down the dip of your attire with fingers curling around the fabric before tearing it off you.

“Maybe you can seek refuge in that now, as well.”

You killed yourself that same night after he’d had his way with you.

You’ve been dead a thousand years now.

Every year, on the day of your death, he plants a Spiderlilly by his shrine to honor you. Sometimes, he gets the urge to rip them all up, but he just ends up shouting instead.

He can barely remember your smell, your warmth, your face, the size of your hand in his. But still, not remembering the exact feel of you just makes missing you all the more painful.

[annie-creates]

I deserved it

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x reader

Genre: angst

Words: 1000

Note: This story is inspired by this amazing song so I'm very greateful to the person who used it for an Agatha edit. Please be aware there's a talk of scars in case it makes you uncomfortable.

When Agatha Harkness entered your apotheke on the outskirts of your town, you thought it must have been a mistake. She would never step into a mile radius of yours willingly. But she wasn’t alone, she had a young boy with her. A kid who was a little too excited to get on the path of death for your liking, but at the same time it intrigued you. It was clear Agatha herself didn’t really want to be here, but once he told you about the coven list, you understood she really didn’t have much of a choice. If she wanted to find the witch’s road, she needed a coven with you in it.

Against your better judgement, you came to the meeting point, other witches already gathering. Quite a weird group in your opinion, Agatha must have been desperate. You couldn’t fathom she’d choose any of them willingly. That’s how you got yourself into the shenanigans of trials and tests, each one crazier than the one before. You weren’t all exactly friendly with each other either, most of you having some old beef with Agatha. Which at least didn’t leave you alone in your reservations towards her.

In the chaos of the last trial Teen got hurt and you all rushed outside to tend to him in the calmer surroundings. Everyone seemed desperate to find something to help, but surprisingly most of all Agatha, who pushed Jen to come up with anything that would help. You stand by his side, calling to your healing powers your hands starting to glow.

„Don’t touch him!“ Agatha screams at you, the cruelty in her voice taking you back.

„Do you want him to live or not?“ You spit back after the initial shock, masking your hurt expression.

In the mean time Jennifer makes her makeshift potion, slowly healing his wound. You take a few steps back, still hurt by the refusal of your help. You watch as they take him to sleep, opting to help Lilia with setting up a campfire instead. She notices your sudden quietness but doesn’t comment on it. The day has been hard on all of you.

“He might get a scar from this one,” Alice comments as she and Jennifer return, leaving Agatha looking after the kid.

“I bet he’ll find it pretty cool,” you answer halfheartedly.

“Do you guys have any magical scars?” She asks, stirring up a friendly conversation. “You’ve already seen mine.”

“I have these from the bounds,” Jen admits showing her wrists with lines that were hardly visible now.

“Look at this,” Lilia shows the side of her neck. “It’s from a vampire… right before I knocked out his other tooth.”

That gets everyone laughing and you must chuckle a little. What a weird group, and yet you kinda did click together. Maybe the choosing wasn’t completely random after all. All covenless witches, renegades who didn’t fit into the society of the outside world. You hear Agatha’s steps before she sits down by the fire, an opportunity they can’t pass on.

“Do you have any battle scars Agatha?” Alice asks lightly.

“Check this out,” she unbuttons her sleeve rolling it up. “Knitting needle right to the elbow.”

“Wow,” Jennifer admires. “What about you Y/n?”

You slowly look up at her, being a little lost in your own thoughts to follow the conversation too closely. You debate yourself for a minute with a loud inhale and exhale, deciding to also share a little piece of your troubled past. So you open the first few buttons of your shirt. There, in the middle of your chest, lies a deep pink scar.

“Oh my god, where did you get that?” Jen asks surprised.

“Well… a long time ago, I had this… person. And I wasn’t able to protect someone very dear to them… so she promised to cut out my heart and never forgive me,” you admit, your eyes glossing over as you remember the painful memory.

“Wow that’s cruel,” Alice whispers taken back by your dark story.

“I guess I deserved it,” you shrug, suddenly feeling colder.

The other women shake their heads clearly disagreeing but it’s not their place to argue with you on your self-esteem and worth. Agatha stays quiet, remembering the day she almost cut your heart out for the loss of her son. Even now, decades later she couldn’t understand how you could fail the one time she really needed you, and it only strengthened her decision that she can’t trust anybody when it comes to important stuff.

You get up after a minute, too lost in your own mind to entertain the ladies. You walk through the forest, immediately missing the warmth of the fire. Were you a good person? Reliable? The people in your life now would surely say yes, the witches on the road didn’t know you enough to judge, and Agatha would definitely have a different opinion. So what’s the right answer? Could you even believe in yourself? If not, how could you ask others to?

Your mind travels back to earlier today when Agatha forbade you from helping, rather entrusting Teen’s life in the hands of a stranger than yours. Did she really think so little of you? That you’d hurt the kid? The answer came walking behind you, subtle rustling of leaves revealing her presence. With a spiteful feeling you think she came to make sure you didn’t poison the boy or something.

“You know, this road is like Switzerland…” Agatha waits for you to turn around and look at her. “So I won’t attack you here… If I don’t have to.”

“Oh what a relief…” you scoff, folding your hands over your chest.

“But don’t expect the same courtesy when we’re outta here,” she warns you. “I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“Wouldn’t imagine anything else,” you sigh.

“You were right you know?” she adds, already on her walk away from you. “You deserve much worse than just a scar.”

[an-albino-pinetree]

I would be the gayest redneck little shit.

I’d be unstoppable/j

@thescarletnargacuga I did it ✨ I didn’t know if you actually wanted to be tagged sdjh