#eventually ....

[lilbitofsomthin]

Curly Talks AU part 7 ✨

Featuring Curly actually getting to say more than three fucking words :D

Still have more parts planned so stay tuned!

[dontcallpanic]

The absolutely incredible @teencopandthesourwolf who wrote something so deeply amazing I'm still recovering, tagged me to do the WIP Wednesday. Diolch yn fawr iawn cariad!

So happy Thursday, here's something small from the post apocalypse au where Stiles has a radio show and Derek realizes he's in love with the idiot while road tripping across America with his dad. Or something like that.

I do have funnies to share at some point but you can have some drama for a change instead. This is how Derek meets the Sheriff.

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"Where is my son?"

Before Derek can so much as blink the man - the Sheriff - is in his face, the long barrel of a pistol jammed beneath his jawbone.

"I won't ask again," the man says deadly quiet before he sucks in a deep breath and roars into Derek's face. "Where is my son?"

Derek flinches back instinctively but he can't go far, the wall is at his back and the gun is shaking where it's digging into his throat. Despite this Derek still manages to stand tall, pushing back as a wild, feral grin pulls at his lips.

"I don't know where your fucking son is," he growls out, pitching his voice low and menacing. "But if you don't get your gun out of my face, I guarantee you'll be in no position to find him."

And he means it, every word. He would even welcome it. He can feel the bloodlust singing beneath his skin, the ache to his jaw and the itching in his teeth. He wants to feel the flesh give beneath his bite. The satisfaction of the kill.

Give me a reason, he thinks - begs. Give me one fucking reason.

The sheriff's wild, searching eyes rake across his face, looking for any sign of deceit or weakness where there is none to find. He reeks of alcohol and desperation and the stench assaults Dereks senses, forcing themselves into his awareness like a desert storm. In this moment, the Sheriff is not a man who can be reasoned with and Derek feels his claws itching at his fingernails, his snarl growing deadly. He should rip him apart. He wants to rip him apart and put him out of his misery, but something deep inside him makes him hesitate, recognising with bitter familiarity, the recklessness of a man who has nothing left to loose but hope.

The second he feels the Sheriff loosen his grip on his shirt, he shoves the man roughly away, knocking the pistol out of his face with a snarl.

The gunshot echoes across the street as a bullet slams into the stone beside his head, but Derek is already clear, holding up one hand to stop the response, even as he hears the tell tale snick of at least five people thumbing the safety off their weapons.

The Sheriff staggers, intoxication making him unsteady on his feet but the hand that levels the pistol at him holds unnervingly steady.

"Tell me what you know," he demands and his voice is surprisingly firm and resolute. There's no tremor. If it wasn't for his heightened senses, Derek would be doubting his initial assessment.

All around, he can feel the watchful eyes pressing in on them. The whole town seems to be watching now. The chances of the Sheriff leaving here alive, should he choose to shoot Derek, are non existent.

"I don't know shit," Derek spits, taking a step forward, fingers reaching to curl around the gun at his hip. It's grounding and familiar and it gives him the illusion of still being human.

"Bullshit," the Sheriff spits back, jerking his pistol to the side to add emphasis to his words. "That's his dog."

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As always the biggest thanks go to @greyhavenisback (look!! It's Muttley!)

And then Very gentle no pressure whatsoever tags to @violetfairydust @patolemus @gege-wondering-around @novemberhush

Sorry If you've already been tagged!

[twstinginthewind]

"This is probably the loudest party that I've ever been to! Let's rock all night!"

For @tixdixl's Wishmaster's Concert event (and including assets by @ramshacklerumble and @the-trinket-witch), I have the honor of bringing the one and only Kalim al-Asim to the show! He's more than ready to party all through the night, and still have enough energy to have an after party back at Scarabia afterwards!

Groovification: LOCKED (for now!)

Set home: "WISHMASTEEEEEEEEEEER! WOOOO!"

Transition 1: "The dances here are nothing like what I'm used to, they're WAY less structured. They're so fun to do!"

Transition 2: "Did you see the drum kit that Her Draconian Majesty have? It's more like a full percussion section!"

Transition 3: "Haha! Yeah, Cater gave me this removable nose ring. I think I look really cool with one!"

Home after login: "The stands where they sell souvenirs are designed to set up and pack back up in all in one night, just like traveling merchants. They'd be right at home in the Silk City markets."

Tap 1: "Almost everyone here today has on so much black, but the music is so lively! I think the dress code should be a lot brighter...."

Tap 2: "I can't believe Sebek was never in a conga line before this. I would have thought Lilia would have made sure he knew how, but maybe it just never came up."

Tap 3: "As usual, I'm not allowed to have any of the food here, since Jamil isn't here to test it. Which is a shame; the smell from the kebab truck is driving me crazy."

Tap 4: "I have had the privilege of being at a lot of concerts in my life, but this is the first one I've been to with a pit. It looks like fun!"

Tap 5: "🎶WE FLYYYYYYY THROUGH THE FLAMES IN THE NIGHT! NEVER WILL WE GIVE UP THE FIGHT🎶 Something something something something 🎶WE SHALL CARRY ONNNNNNN!!🎶"

Tap, Groovy: LOCKED

Taglist below the cut; ask to be added or removed!

@twst-the-night-away @oseathepebble @ice-cweam-sod4 @hythlodayus @cyn-write @thehollowwriter @twstchaos @the-trinket-witch @gloomyeiscue @tixdixl @boopshoops @valse-a-mille-temps @candiedwrath @comingyourlugubriousness

If you've read this far I think you're cool.

[sevenwishesonshootingstars]

Long Awaited Wish: Descent of Our Beloved Star (3)

Part 1, Previous

I took a little inspiration from the carnival event that's coming up. Not sure how in character this is, but I hope it's believable enough.

Fontaine. Built to be a spectacle, and it certainly was. It, too, was decorated ornately in its white and blue and gold. People wandered about in their best clothes under blue and gold streamers drawn across the street lights. Children running around dressed in their most festive clothes, ready to celebrate and play.

You weren't sure why you were told to go to Fontaine next when Sumeru was literally connected to Natlan, but the quest said to. Paimon said to. The mail said to. They were adamant that you go there next. A letter from Lyney asking you to be there for his and Lynette’s performance. A letter from Furina inviting you for cake tasting and trying the various desserts at a carnival the Spina de Rosula was putting together. A letter from Neuvillette notifying you of the festival and asking if you would attend. A letter from Navia asking you to go on the rides with her.

Maybe it was because you'd taken a break. It'd been two days since you finished the Natlan part of the festival. You didn't know it, but they'd grown anxious. Furina had even needed to be reassured it was not her fault that their Star had not yet come, that you didn't dislike the nation because there was no longer an archon or because there had been a “fake archon”, as she had whispered to herself.

By the time you arrived in Romaritime Harbor, the former archon and the iudex were waiting for you. Although he was technically the one in charge of the nation, and she hadn't been archon in months at least, it was only fair she got to be there too. After everything she did for Fontaine, she deserved to be right by the side of the guest of honor just like he was.

“Traveler!” she exclaimed in an energetic and joyful tone, finally true after years of faking it. “Welcome! As you can see, we've put together a grand celebration!” She picked up her pace, running ahead of her former coworker and grabbing the Traveler’s hand so close to being yours, if she can wait just a little longer. 

“‘We?’” Neuvillette repeated with a questioning look as he approached behind her, though he meant nothing by it. “You know what I meant,” Furina replied with a wave of her hand as if swatting away the notion she didn't contribute.

She turned back to you, grinning. “I'm sure you've heard already, but there's going to be an absolutely marvelous magic show tonight in the Opera House,” Furina began eagerly, determined to invite you the Traveler before he could. “Though it's not exactly my spot anymore, what if we sat above the stage together and watched?” 

“Or we could sit in the front row just as we did at the first of these magic shows you attended,” Neuvillette offered, seeing very clearly what she was trying to do. Furina gave him a look as if telling him to shut up and let her have this since he's officially supposed to be the one showing you around for the plan to work. 

“You mean when someone died on stage?” you muttered to yourself awkwardly, glancing to the side. You didn't see it, but his expression seemed to get a little tenser.

Furina laughed aloud, pulling the Traveler closer to her. “They don't want to sit in the boring front row when they can sit above the stage with me!” He sighed in minor exasperation, though he was a little amused too. “You're not the only one who gets to sit above the stage. In case you've forgotten, I still do.”

“But ya can't see the stage from directly above it, can you?” she sing-songed, pulling the Traveler, who followed just as eagerly. He followed behind both of them, leaning forward between the two. “Yes, well the magic show is tonight, not this very moment, so you’ll live if you’re not clinging to them every second.”

“Buzzkill,” Furina scoffed. “It was officially decided that I was to escort them—” “ Of course you were, you're the one who made the decision,” Furina interrupted with something almost like a pout. “But fine. I'm still tagging along though. You can't get rid of me so easily,” she teased.

“I would never,” Neuvillette muttered, half in response to her own joke, half sarcastically. He stepped forward between Furina and the Traveler to be at their side while Furina simply went around behind his back to be on the other side.

You blinked at the screen. They were oddly insistent. Why was it such a big deal? And why did you need an escort to begin with? Did everyone suddenly decide you needed divine supervision lest you somehow fuck up the festival across nations?

The two blue hydro users led the Traveler to a waiting aquabus. Neuvillette sat on one side, crossing his arms and one leg over the other. Furina was about to pull the Traveler over to sit next to her oh how she wishes it was really you until the man cleared his throat. She huffed and her arm fell away from the Traveler.

The Traveler gives an almost apologetic smile, but still happily goes over to sit next to him. He smiles and gives a nod to Elphane, who nods back as the aquabus begins to move. “As much as I hope you enjoyed your time in Natlan, it's a pleasure to have you back in Fontaine. I hope you'll enjoy the festivities,” he said. “Even more so than you did your time there.”

“Hm,” you mumble to the screen. Part of you is tempted to just use a waypoint to get to the Court of Fontaine as quickly as possible, just wanting to figure out what was going on, but you didn't want to interrupt him. Especially when he seemed genuinely happy to be talking about the various activities that had been put together. 

Furina would occasionally interject with her own insights, usually recommendations. You tilted your head, smiling at the screen. Something about this calm moment before a celebration felt sweet. A soft breeze, a whiff of fresh baked bread, and this moment had the same feeling of comfort. It almost made you forget how strange it was.

The rest of your time in Fontaine was filled with leisure. Walking around the Vasari Passage, being gifted even more free stuff. NPCs stopped the trio, asking if they (the Traveler you) wanted to try this or that. Little activities with various citizens of Fontaine. Getting to play that tabletop rpg with Clorinde. Seeing Sigewinne and even Wriothesley walking about for the day, the melusine putting a few stickers on the Traveler’s face and sneaking one onto Wriothesley’s back as they were walking away. Getting to see Freminet and being gifted a clockwork penguin of your own, which could be put in the teapot and allowed to waddle around.

The three of you stopped at the Hotel Debord to each have a slice of the limited 16 slices per day cake that Furina loved. For a moment, you found yourself wondering what was so good about the cake. Everyone said it was great, including Neuvillette who was a surprisingly picky eater, at least when it came to moisture, so you couldn��t help but wish you could actually try some yourself. 

You could, if you just accept their offer.

The Spina di Rosula had put together a carnival full of rides and games. You were even actually given the choice of which rides you wanted to go on and what games you wanted to play out of all of them. Both Furina and Neuvillette made a few suggestions on what they thought you’d enjoy, some of them being surprisingly accurate. Ultimately they let you lead the way. 

And of course, given who was running the carnival, Navia came to say hello. She waved the trio over to an enormous rollercoaster, letting you all skip the line. Interestingly enough, none of the npcs seemed to mind. Navia insisted that the Traveler, the closest they could get to you for now, would sit next to her because the two of them “had them all day.” The Iudex was going to sit this one out—maybe his old man-ness was getting to him after all the excitement—but Furina insisted and pulled him into one of the carts next to her, ignoring his protests.

A giggle escaped you, and apparently that was enough to make a rollercoaster seem like the greatest idea ever, because there were no more complaints. The ride, from a gameplay standpoint, was not dissimilar to one of Natlan’s spiritway challenges. There were loops, tunnels, drops, and switching tracks for the carts to go through. You found yourself grinning during the whole thing. 

Maybe you were getting used to the oddity of it all because at this moment, you’d forgotten any earlier discomfort.

Eventually, the ride was over, and everyone got off. The sun was making its slow, warm descent as the always full moon rose to look upon the festivities. With nightfall announcing it was about time for the magic show, all four of you took the aquabus over to where the Opera Epicles was.

True to their agreement, the Traveler was led by Furina to her old spot. High above the stage, her and the Traveler sat while the curtains parted. There seemed to be a theme with this show, with Lyney even dedicating it to “our Star” as Lynette nodded along. They were even wearing different outfits, decorated with constellations and draped in the night sky. 

What followed was a cutscene full of tricks, showmanship, and knowing looks at the camera. The two made things disappear, reappear, going back and forth between each other, turning it into a dance of magic and wishes. They put their whole hearts into it, their deep desire for a connection to be made, a wish to be granted, a shooting star to streak across Teyvat’s sky. It was for you, and for a moment, you almost knew it.

When the twins bowed their heads and the theater erupted with applause, Furina jumped and cheered in a moment before slipping away with the Traveler. Neuvillette saw, his eyes following their disappearance, but he made no comment and continued to clap for the sake of a convincing and welcoming balance.

The two exited the Opera Epicles, taking a stroll under the stars, under your gaze, until they looped back around to the Fountain of Lucine. She took their hands in hers and faced them with a smile.

“Thank you for coming,” Furina said earnestly. “I know you’ll be going to Sumeru soon, but I had a great time with you. I hope when the time comes, you’ll remember your time here.”

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taglist that's not really a list because it only has 1 person:

@desirabletravel

[kaattlin]

i’ve been making a lot of fake comic issue covers lately—i swear they don’t all look like this

nightwing | batgirl | red robin | robin | spoiler | signal | oracle

[alesshi]

Ranma's in love with a guy 🤭

[mo-mode]

The Biblically Accurate Trio in TLT

[thepeacefulgarden]

And if that's too much, take it breath by breath.

[thereweredragonshere]

Little guys round 4

[dead-end-drunk]

Next

[classycookiexo]

[turtleofthehollow]

I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

[deikshen]

Shen Jiu—father of a little Shen Yuan—who never joined CQMS after saving Qi-ge's life, both father and son rogue cultivators now. Shen Yuan is a curious child who quickly turns into a nosy teenager, and Shen Jiu enjoys spending time doing small cultivation jobs, helping his brothel Jiejie, and having a peaceful life with his son.

Over time, Shen Yuan grows large enough to be indistinguishable from Shen Jiu. Just a little bit of their eyes and expressions can differentiate them at a glance. The Meimei in the brothel who don't know them for a long time often refer to them as the Cultivator Twins, and that is a bit of the reputation they have. They are not important enough to attract the attention of large sects, and their low profile keeps them working without problems. Shen Jiu is in charge of making talismans, fighting monsters, and making medicines!! Shen Yuan transcribes manuals, compiles bestiaries, and sells information. Almost any time it comes to gathering plants, herbs or mushrooms, or working with some beast, Shen Yuan will be there to do it!

Eventually and under some circumstances, Shen Yuan ends up poisoning himself with Without-a-Cure- He swears it wasn't his fault!! It was an unforeseen accident, it could happen to anyone! But his cultivation base is damaged, and the only person Shen Jiu knows to help with the poison and create a treatment, is the Peak Lord of Qian Cao, Mu Qingfang.

However, Shen Jiu refuses to introduce him as his son!! He even refuses to get too close to the sect of his own. What's more, even so, he urges Shen Yuan to show up at Cang Qiong Mountain, impersonate him to the Sect Leader and demand that medical help be provided.

... Shen Yuan doesn't believe it will work. But apparently, it really does! Because Zhangmen-shixiong turns pale when he sees him, and he orbits around him as if he wants to hug him, but without making any sudden movements. Shen Yuan does his best imitation of his father, being sullen, hostile, rude and demanding, and it works beautifully. He is sent to receive medical care. Mu Qingfang prepares tonics and medicines, and he will need to visit Qian Cao Peak once every three weeks to have his meridians cleansed.

And, while in Qian Cao, Shen Yuan meets Luo Binghe.

He is a young disciple of Bai Zhan! Cute as a bun, but apparently, he had defeated at least ten of his martial brothers in battle!! So powerful!! Shen Yuan is not surprised to see him sometimes, when he visits Qian Cao for his meridian cleansings; Luo Binghe shines like a wounded sun, and seems to want to get closer to Shen Yuan more and more, always talking, asking, wanting to talk to him. Even if Shen Yuan has to force himself to imitate his father, can't help but smile behind his fan! He's a good, adorable boy!!

The boy is exceptionally intrigued by Shen Yuan, where he comes from, how he became infected with the Without-a-Cure. The boy also seems to be waiting for him, looking at him with barely concealed curiosity, doing meaningless things as if he were waiting for a reaction from him. He pours tea for him and looks at him expectantly, he drops his tray and stands still as if expecting a harsh scolding. But even if he could, Shen Yuan would never scold him! Luo Binghe is a wonderful boy.

Shen Yuan greatly enjoys visiting Cang Qiong just to see him, even if he has to hide his emotions behind his father's mask. Even if he's supposed to be hostile or not too nice. He... He really enjoys the company of the young disciple Luo Binghe. And maybe... Maybe he's considering telling him the truth. He's kind of like, a friend! Right? He thinks he can tell him the truth... At some point. Perhaps after the Immortal Conference Alliance, so that Luo Binghe can fully concentrate on that and emerge triumphant!

(What Shen Yuan doesn't know is that this adorable boy is not a simple young disciple. Luo Binghe was once the Emperor of the Three Realms, a ferocious heavenly demon... who had perished after a fierce qi deviation. Horror! And he had become aware just before Cang Qiong's disciple selection. A cycle of torture repeated endlessly!

But there was no Shen Qingqiu to select him. Instead, he was selected for Bai Zhan by Liu Qingge; Qing Jing's Peak Lord was not even Shen Qingqiu.

... And Luo Binghe is freaking lost. Where is that horrible Shizun of his? He's raised through fights, through steady cultivation, through... friends? Through a good Shizun. He's having a nice new life. It's not like the life he had, but, he thinks, maybe it's retribution from the universe? Giving him what he should have had, not forcing him into a life of suffering and hatred. Luo Binghe is not going to complain about it.

Then, Shen Qingqiu appears. Well, not Shen Qingqiu. Shen Jiu.

Even though he's hostile, there's something... different about him. He's softer. His cutting comments aren't entirely poisonous, and when Luo Binghe speaks, he... listens. He looks at him as if he sees him as an equal, and more than once he found him smiling!!! Behind his fan, yes, but he was smiling!! Luo Binghe doesn't understand. Could this be... the same kind Shizun whose glimpse he managed to get in that other world? Did the universe put him before him, for him, in this world where Luo Binghe is not suffering? In this world, so that Luo Binghe doesn't have so much pain and can instead find peace?

Luo Binghe doesn't know. He only hopes that at the Immortal Alliance Conference, the Abyss won't open up and swallow him up. ... Or just let it happen. Then he can return as a Demon Lord to see if this No-Shizun really still sees him as an equal. If he remains kind, if he continues to smile behind his fan, if his face continues to light up at the sight of him even when he becomes a monster upon exiting the Endless Abyss... Luo Binghe isn't sure what he'll do, but he doesn't think a harem is necessary this time. His No-Shizun alone would suffice.)

(For his part, oh. Shen Jiu has also died and woken up in his own loop of suffering watching the flames of the Qiu estate. And he remembers everything.

This time, however, he welcomed into his the life that Qi-ge had unknowingly given him after a chance encounter, and allowed this life to exist far away instead of joining Qing Jing. He will never go near that cursed sect, nor its demonic disciple, nor all the horrible martial brothers who abandoned him to his fate to be tortured.

Shen Jiu will stay safe. He will survive. It's more than he could do before.

He doesn't mind reliving the past. He doesn't mind sneaking away. He will stay alive, and he will keep his son safe, no matter what he has to do.)

[olrinarts]

1/?

FINALLY, AFTER WRESTLING WITH THIS FOR AGES

have the first 5 pages of 'Fittings', which is a... 'short' comic that won't leave my brain

i have a lot of headcanons about the significance of fibrecraft and clothing and such for sheep, considering the whole wool thing, and while i'm working on other projects that go more in depth with that, this is just a fun little thing i wanted to do

i cannot emphasise how much it pained me to draw ill-fitting clothing though 😭

[itsverydifficulttofindanick]

Drew a what if (also tried making full pages instead of singular panels but idk if I'll do it again, it's not very fun)