#ch: tallis

[vilnan]

[tosahobi-if]

When will we get to choose our specialties in the story?

chapter two! the mc isn't at a level where they can freely diverge and choose a field of training at their leisure in chapter one, their fundamental movements are sorely lacking and their dantian is also small – they're of middling talent but they make up for it with the sheer amount of violence they have stored in their body ( ˙꒳​˙ )

[aylaaescar]

I see you in the morning rain

Oh, step inside and lay beside me

Tender, can you close my eyes and blind me?

Oh, give me just a smile

Before I fade to silver

Silver blue for you

another @shepherds-of-haven pair done, this time my own Lyka Layosa (they/them pronouns) and the love of their love, Tallys Ironwood ❤

art done once again by @serahlink, and I can't recommend commissioning him enough! he's wonderful to work with, and I mean, just look at how pretty that is?? I rest my case.

[poopoo-shart]

Made this at like 1 am hghghghgh

anyways i drew these bastards together because they both suck

[rosesradio]

finish ch 6 of the CE revision & added 1100 words to the chapter...

[lovecharged]

the jacksons ( @tkachukmatthew )

tammy jackson

nathan jackson

nathalia 'tally' jackson ( tammy's daughter. nathan's step daughter. )

nathaniel 'nat' jackson ( tammy's son. nathan's step son. )

archibald 'archie' jackson ( tammy's son. nathan's son. )

annabelle 'annie' jackson ( tammy's son. nathan's son. )

gareth jackson ( tammy's step son. nathan's son. )

gwilym jackson ( tammy's step son. nathan's son. )

[larkreadsop]

I had to check the wiki to see if she actually killed Du Feld and it just lists his status as ‘unknown’ so the jury’s still out for me whether I can officially add Stussy to the ‘how are these people assassins when they’re so bad at their jobs’ list but I suppose we’ll see...

[fall3nash2339]

Top artists (I fucking love Penelope Scott but I haven't listened to her since MAY how is she in first)

666 twice I am proud of myself

And my top songs.

I can't believe this

[oracleofsecrets]

And you know what else else.

Castti chapter 3 is way gayer and more tragic than Temenos Stormhail and it’s time some of youse recognized it as such.

listen I enjoy Temenos as much as the next guy but there are Seven Other Main Characters to choose from (and some who also have some Gay momence…)

To avoid loss of biodiversity in the Octopath 2 ecosystem, there needs to be a Temenos Tax. For every one (1) creative work centered on Temenos, there must be two (2) creative works focused on Any Other character (no, Crick doesn’t count for this purpose. I lov him but he is a risk factor). Works focused on women are worth twice as much

[slayfics]

Unknown Pleasures Ch.2

You’ve had a crush on Katsuki Bakugo since joining UA, but will another student change your mind?

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The next school year had finally come, and it was time for Hitoshi to join the hero course. As excited as he was to begin his path to becoming a hero, he couldn't help but feel the universe was mocking him.

It started with his new dorm room assignment. He had been assigned to the empty room on the fourth floor. Which just so happened to be next to Katsuki's room. Then his seat assignment in class happened to be right behind yours.

Which might have been nice, if it didn't mean he had a front-row seat to seeing you fawn over Katsuki every damn day.

It was ridiculous how many times you gazed off to look at him during lectures. Fourty-two times in lecture today, he kept a tally.

Wherever Katsuki went, you were trailing close behind. Praising him, ogling over him, trying to be closer to him. It was painfully obvious to Hitoshi, he wondered why no one else picked up on it. Even worse, Katsuki did little to return any of your affections.

Maybe it wouldn't infuriate him as much if Katsuki reciprocated your affinity. Hitoshi did observe that Katsuki yelled at you slightly less than others and didn't complain about your presence slightly less than others. Be that as it may, it was still laughable compared to what Hitoshi knew you deserved.

Hitoshi winced at the way you'd prance over to Katsuki- books held tightly to your chest, skirt bouncing up and down, big doe eyes looking up at him. Just to have some snide remark thrown at you by the blond. Your smile instantly dulls, your shoulders drop, and your eyes become dreary.

Katsuki dimmed your light, and you didn't notice it, but Hitoshi did.

Yet, ever the gentleman, Hitoshi kept his distance since you had turned down his advance. Instead, he watched as you kept at your chase to win over the chihuahua's affection.

Until.

It was late at night. Late enough for you to be in trouble for being out of your room and on the boy's side of the dorms. Hitoshi heard your yells along with Katsuki's, followed by the slam of a door.

He tried to ignore it and tell himself it wasn't his business but he couldn't stand knowing you were in pain.

Hitoshi stood up from his bed to open his door. You were just passing his room and froze at the sound. Your eyes locked with his, they were puffy, red, and your face was damp with tears.

"You alight?" he asked. A dumb question he knew, but where else could he start.

"Me? I'm fine, you don't have to worry about me, general studies," you said with a weak smile and wink despite your disheveled appearance. Then your face caught a mischievous smirk as you said far too loudly, "Wow Shinso you finished your room up nicely."

He knew. He knew what you were doing, but- he didn't stop you as you padded into his room.

You wanted Katsuki to hear. You wanted to use him to make the blond jealous.

Why couldn't he stop you?

He wanted to be closer to you, but not like this.

"You really do like your music, don't you?" You asked, hands behind your back as you spun around his room reading the posters. "And... cats?" You asked with a teasing smile picking up a plushie cat on his bed.

"That was a gift," he said slightly embarrassed rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's cute, kinda looks like you. It's got that dead look in its eyes," you said playfully jumping up to sit on his desk.

Hitoshi didn't give into any of your teases though, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he observed a few tears still forming in your eyes.

"I'm not the kind of girl that likes to talk," you said looking down to pet the stuffed cat.

Hitoshi nodded in understanding. He should have stopped there. Asked you to leave if you didn't want to talk. But- you stalked into his room. You were in his space. You asked for this.

"You know... you have options if he isn't treating you right," Hitoshi said boldly.

Your eyes snapped from the cat to his, taken off guard by his bluntness. You tried but no witty remarks came to mind, as Hitoshi stepped a bit closer.

"He doesn't appreciate you. Doesn't notice how you go out of your way for him, how your eyes light up when you see him, how you wait for him to acknowledge you. But I do. You give it away to him for free, but I would earn it, work for you, value you. Why don't you give something else a try?" Hitoshi suggested as he stood directly in front of you.

"Shinso, you don't understand," You muttered before new tears formed.

"I know- I don't know the whole story. What I do know is you're here crying because he made you cry. Aren't you tired of this?" he asked inching even closer, and gently wiped away a tear. "He was stupid to let you walk away," he said, eyes resting on your lips.

You knew you should leave. Your crush on Katsuki ran too deep, but Hitoshi's words played in your head like a song you'd been dying to hear, and you couldn't find the willpower to move away from him. "You're making a mistake," you spoke softly, heart rate increasing as he neared even closer daring to close the gap between you both.

"Let me," he whispered, closing the gap, lips pressed to yours.

You had time to pull away but didn't, it felt so nice. The affection you longed for so needed, the soft collision so wanted. Your hands moved on their own fingers interlacing with lavender strands. Pulling him deeper in.

The lavender was so pleasant.

Thank you to everyone that hyped this enough to inspire me to make another chapter.

sinners: @unofficialmuilover @maddietries @fiannee @derangedmango @reneinii @zanarkandskylines @abadbitchblogs @deluluforcarlos55

[tradgedyinwaves]

Touch - Ch. 10

READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS!

-This chapter is very heavy, but we’ll get you home, yeah?  -I’ve never written an action scene and action isn’t really my strong suit, so be kind please.  -So many military inconsistencies and just overall incorrect military vocabulary. I’m sorry. 

tw: hostage situation, torture, sensory deprivation, sexual harassment/abuse, battlefield type elements (ie: explosions, gunfire, little bit of murder)

Food was deposited in your cell again and while you were concerned with being poisoned, you were also starving and would be unable to fight back if you didn’t get some calories into your stomach. You ate the packaged items as you stared at the hot pasta, the granola bar turning to dust in your mouth as you grabbed the water and chugged down half of it. 

You didn’t stop counting though. When you reached 190,000, two days had passed since you’d been taken. You restarted at one, using your finger to drag through the grime on the wall and create another tally just above the top of the cot. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, able to see large shapes. 

Until they opened the door again and blinded you. 

Despite never being able to find him before, Moses’ compound was easy to locate. Well, the one in the UK anyways. Of course, it was a trap and the 141 knew this. It was too obvious. But the issue was in finding where they were keeping you and what the actual trap was. 

Another video dinged on the laptop, immediately garnering everyone’s attention as they huddled around the small screen. 

The lens was dirty, being wiped clean by Moses’ sleeve. As he backed away with a wicked smile and a small knife dangling from his fingers, he revealed you behind him and your current situation. Tied to a chair, cloth in your mouth and tied around your head. That wasn’t what had the team concerned. It was the rivulets of blood that trailed from the clean, shallow cut across the front of your throat. 

“You boys better hurry up. I might decide that I prefer her dead. She does look so pretty covered in her own blood.” Moses came to stand behind you, lifting your head and pulling your hair back from the wound on your neck. “Do you think they’ll come to save you, precious? I think they will. Too bad they won’t make it.” Your eyes opened wide as you found the camera, shaking your head in a panic. In your mind, if you died, they would move on. But you couldn’t bear the thought of a world without them in it. Then the screen cut to black. 

“Fuck, he’s going to kill her just to get under our skin,” Johnny anquishly moaned out, his fingers pulling at the cropped mohawk on his head. Simon’s fingers slid over the other man’s, gripping them tight in his fist and pulling them away from the delicate hair. “We’ll find her and we’ll end this,” Simon grunted, looking down at the sergeant. 

“Alright boys, let’s get our girl back.” 

The slice to your throat stung, burning as your blood now dribbled from the wound as it dried up. You’d expected to be sent back to your cell, but was instead taken to another room. Two women stood in the back, holding garments of clothing and medical supplies as you were shoved into the room and the door locked behind you. 

They were silent as they cleaned you up, getting a bandage on your throat and unzipping your pretty dress just to shove you into a scratchy beige shirt and black cargo pants. Ones that matched every other person you’d seen in this camp. They wanted you to blend in, harder to find that way, you supposed.  

When the door opened again, it was Moses. Leering at you as he came to circle your weak body, hand on his chin with the other on his elbow as he inspected you. “You clean up so nicely, my dear. Though I will miss that pretty dress of yours, made these look oh so delectable,” his words only cut through the static in your head when his hands groped your breasts from behind. Your elbow then met his ribs only for his fist to come down on the back of your neck and force you to your knees.

“Little bitch thinks she can fight,” your captor growled, lifting your chin just to let his fist collide with your temple. Two more hits to the side of the face and you finally crumpled on the ground as he dusted off his pants and made for the door. “Leave her here. She can die with her beloved boys,” he commanded the other women, who scurried behind him as he sneered down at you before slamming and locking the door. 

At least, you could see where you were now as you started counting again.

The sky was dark, not a star in sight as the clouds covered them with their looming grayness. Coming up from the back of the compound, they split into three groups; Price with Johnny, Simon with Kyle, and the third team of specialists to extract Moses. It was quiet and they were silent as they took down the scattered guards. 

With the path cleared, Ghost and Kyle slipped into the darkness where intel told them the cells were. Price and Johnny disappeared into another building that could possibly be holding you, while the third team slipped out into the darkness in search of Moses. 

That’s when the first boom rocked the earth. “Bravo-6, do you copy?” Simon’s hushed whispers filled the silence of the cell they were standing in. “Soap, the hell was that?” Price’s voice cut through the static of their radios. “Detonation. He’s going to blow the compound with us in it.” 

Another boom rocked the ceiling and then the entrance to the cells collapsed with Simon and Kyle inside. Coms were suddenly cut as the building Price and Johnny were in shuddered with another boom. 

You felt it too and were suddenly very much aware that you needed to get up and try to get out. You tried the door, tugging on it but of course, it was locked. You started banging on it when the next boom came and you wondered how many buildings had been taken out already as the one you were in shuddered and a wall blew out next to you. Taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself, you scurried out the hole the explosion created and headed for the stairs, taking two at a time. 

Price and Johnny were working through the levels, clearing the building as smatterings of people ran past them. Innocents. Civilians that Moses had kidnapped to fill the compound. All dressed in scratchy beige and black cargo. In your hurry to get out of the building, you ran smack into Price who grunted, staring down at the apparent civilian that had tried to plow through him. 

“Please don’t hurt me!” You cried, covering your face and cowering on the landing. But the pain never came. Just arms wrapping around you and lifting you to your feet. Fingers and a thumb pinched your chin, lifting your face to meet the man’s eyes you ran into. “They really did a number on you, little bird. Let’s get you home, yeah?” Price’s eyes burned into yours and you couldn’t help the sob that tore from you as you nodded in response. If you’d not literally run into him, you’d have been lost in the sea of civilians trying to find safety.

Getting back to the extraction point had been difficult. An explosion blasted apart a building the three of you were next to and unfortunately for you, you’d been in the path of a rather large piece of wall that knocked you out. When Price, Johnny, and your unconscious body met only Kyle at the extraction point, you were left in the care of Laswell who waited in the helicopter.

Meanwhile, Simon and Kyle were digging themselves out of the cells. The explosions that had followed the one that caved in the entrance had created a small hole big enough for Kyle to get through, but Simon, the massive man he was, wouldn’t fit without making it bigger. So Kyle dug from the outside and Simon from the inside. Finally, when it was big enough, Simon started to haul himself through the hole, only for another explosion to collapse it around him.

God, this is so not the story I'd intended to write, but this is where the muse led me.

Thank you to everyone who keeps supporting this series!

[piyo13sdoodles]

WHAT MY HEART WAS WORTH: CHAPTER 3 by RoadsandBurrows/@a-furious-frog

a fic for @mdzsbigbang - chapter three: 9k words

rated E - WIP: 30k - jiang cheng/jin guangyao - arranged marriage - canon divergence - forced marriage - political alliances - competence kink - rebuilding lotus pier - golden core transfer - enemies to friends to lovers - intrigue - slow burn - everybody lives - jiang cheng and jin guangyao get a hug - hurt/comfort - emotional baggage - ghosts Forced by his father to marry the ferocious Sandu Shengshou, Jin Guangyao must steal the Yin Tiger Tally from under the noses of two of the Jianghu’s most deadly cultivators if he is ever to be allowed to return to Jinlintai. Coerced into marrying the cunning Lianfang-zun by Jin Guangshan’s machinations, Jiang Cheng is trying to keep his tattered sect and his surviving family afloat while weighed down by grief and the burden of his duties as a sect leader. The balance of power in the cultivation world rests on their match, grounded in secrets and betrayal. With the odds against them and everything set to drive them apart, how can these two men ever come to trust each other, much less do the impossible and fall in love? - Chapter three summary: In which Jin Guangyao's first night in Lotus Pier is not what he expected, and Wei Wuxian learns that his brother-in-law-to-be is almost as big of a weirdo as he is.

READ ON AO3 - CH.1 ART - CH. 2 ART

[patchesandco]

"Why didn't you write me?"

"I tried. But it just felt bogus. I'm so different now."

"But we're..." She pointed at her scar.

"Take a look, Tally." He held out his own hand.

The skin was smooth and unblemished. It was a hand that said: I don't have to work very hard, and I'm too clever to have accidents.

The scar that they had made together was gone.

-Uglies, Ch. 2 Best Friends Forever, Scott Westerfeld

[maxarchive]

At the age of 25, Max Verstappen has equalled the victory tally achieved by one of F1's greatest icons, Ayrton Senna.

CH: "Part of him inside will be quite proud of that. I don't think he is one to show huge emotion. He is a very modest guy. He is very understated in many ways. But I think behind the scenes it will mean quite a lot to him. What we're witnessing with Max is the emergence of another mega talent and you can start to talk about him in the same sentence as the greats now. The race he did today was fantastic but for me yesterday was outstanding in conditions that were continually changing. His ability to adapt at all points to the conditions, whatever tyre and grip level he had, was Max at his best.” 

F1 Grand Prix of Canada June 18, 2023 Photo by Dan Istitene

[grogusmum]

💚March Fic Madness - Fic Recs💚

I've joined @the-blind-assassin-12 Alyssa's March Fic Madness! The goal is 63 reblogs/reads in 31 days (I'm not sure that I will get there its been A Month!) and I think I've not put the tag on everyfic ive read/reblogged in March (I'm going to go back to add tags to any I missed).

With all these incredible writers, I am reccing every one! As always, mind the warnings

Adrift by @morallyinept ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6 (Frankie Morales)

The Producer @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist (Dieter Bravo)

Are You Sure You're Ready For This by @missredherring (Marcus Pike)

Drunk Text by@kteague (Frankie Morales)

Fluffbruary: 13 by @oonajaeadira (Jack Daniels)

The Sweepstakes: Frankie Morales epilogue by @katareyoudrilling

The Sweepstakes: Dave York epilogue by @katareyoudrilling

Joel, Interrupted by @iamskyereads

You Were Marked: Day One @handspunyarns (Din Djarin)

Baker's Dozen Ezra part 2 @avastrasposts

Day 10: Comet by @nerdieforpedro (Din Djarin)

Uneven Odds ch 1 and ch 2 by @theetherealbloom (Din Djarin)

Darkroom Din Intro Crit Solargrams Knock Before You Enter** The Bar Is Set High Overdeveloped** Muse Get Away With** Letting The Light In by @honestly-shite

You Brought Poison Flowers Chapter 1: Larkspur Chapter 2: Yarrow Chapter 3: Lettuce * Chapter 4: Echinacea Chapter 5: Onion * Chapter 6: Cherry * Chapter 7: Maple Chapter 8: Beet * by @ohforficsake (Joel Miller)

Lush by @the-scandalorian (Din Djarin)

We Had Today by @deadhumourist

He With the Dark Curls, You With the Watercolor Eyes by @hellishjoel (Frankie Morales)

The Lack of Kenergy by @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist (Dieter Bravo)

G.O.M.E.R. by @disgruntledspacedad (Frankie Morales)

Threefold by @insomniamamma (Ezra)

She Made Me Feel by @nerdieforpedro (Din Djarin)

Hunters Gambit Part One (501 AS) | Part Two (501 AS) | Part Three (501 AS) Part Four (501 AS) by @chaoticgeminate (Frankie Morales)

Bright Lights ii and iii by @ezrasbirdie (Dieter Bravo)

Silent Affection by @kteague (Frankie Morales)

E. + "Are you sure you're ready for this?" by @missredherring (Ezra)

Not My Stars ch 11 by @keldabe-kriff (Din Djarin)

Able by @ladamedusoif (Joel Miller)

final tally 51

Thanks to all you beautiful, brilliant writers!

It occurred to me that I should include the 4 fic I posted this month -

Class of 1974 Taking Chances Part 3 All In (Javier Peña)

Please Mister Please (Joel Miller)

November: Mourning Moon (Frankie Morales)

Posting tomorrow: IRL Part 3 (Javi Gutiérrez)

[studentbyday]

it's okay if the things i look forward to each weekend can be something as mundane as changing my bedsheets. i really love the feeling of clean sheets and it's even more gratifying knowing that my sensitive skin thanks me for it. 🥰

🪨 Weekend Habits:

morning routine x2 ✅✅

change bedsheets ✅

all the laundry ✅

physio exercises x2 ✅

skincare x2 ✅✅

night routine x2 ✅✅

wind down for 30 mins before sleeping with the light on (e.g. spacing out/meditate/journal/yoga/dealing with the things that distracted me while studying) x2 ✅✅

water meter:

S:💧💧💧 Su:💧💧💧💧

🎒 The laundry list of school stuff I want to finish this week 😭:

finish psyc ch 3/4 ✅

finish psyc ch 4/4 ✅

psyc lab ✅

finish phar M6 sec 4/5 ✅

finish phar M6 sec 5/5 ✅

start reviewing for psyc final ✅

so i finally tallied up the pages of notes i have to reread for each subject and i have what feels like an insane amount of work this coming week (and possibly also the week after?), so i'll be signing out of tumblr and probably won't be back until things get less stressful... hopefully things get less stressful soon bc as i'm writing this, i'm trying so hard to stay calm. 😣 it will get better. by the time i come back, i will be better and school will be over. 😤 much love and take care, especially if you're nearing the end of term! 💗🫂 it will be okay.