#ft. Satchel

[onmyyan]

Romantic DC yan, my time to shine (platonic is cute but I can't find any romantic ones this days T_T)

I bring to you a cliche, a new villain who uses her riches and ruthlesness in her quest to get a magical artifact in order to make her dream come true.

The bats have to stop her! But what is this! SHE’S TOO CHARMING?! (in a villain mean way, like comenting on Nightwing's as while they fight, or kissing Red Hood over the cowl before pushing him off a building)

Dangerous Woman

A/n: fem reader, yandere themes, canon typical violence, ft Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim

You're new to the villainous scene in Gotham but already kicking up quite the storm, you follow your own rules, killing corrupt men across the city, setting human trafficking rings on fire after freeing the victims, your crimes caught the gaze of Bruce and in turn the rest of the batfamily.

He saw a certain mercy in your actions, a quality of compassion he was certain he could pull out of you if he just got his hands on you.

But you're a slippery one, your teleportation abilities made you incredibly difficult to catch, and you seemed to relish in his growing frustration.

"You ever get tired of losing?" You ask sitting on a bank counter, money both burnt and unburnt scattered the floor around you, he hated to admit it but he was undeniably attracted to you, the way your suit hugged your form like a second skin, those long legs splayed out like a feast, heeled feet swinging as you toyed with a stack of bills.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." He states gruffly, his imposing form blending into the shadows. Of course he knows your name, you laugh to yourself before hopping off the counter and sauntering over, "ooh so scary." You snicker, "Your crimes warrant a trip to Arkham..but I'm willing to offer you something else. Rehabilitation."

Your smirk doesn't falter, "You can't save me." This only fuels his burning desire to do just that, those simple words seal your fate, he would have you under his care wether you liked it or not.

Tim is the second to become aware of your tantalizing presence, Bruce asked him to pull up anything and everything he could find on you, he couldn't help but become intrigued by your mysterious nature, any time you were caught on camera you had this knowing, mischievous grin on your lips, it was addicting, he found himself tracing the outline of your lips as he compiles a file on you.

Jason comes across you on his own, running into you after you successfully rob a museum.

Red Hood stared at you a gun pointed in your direction, "Stand down gorgeous." His voice was altered by the mask he wore, he was the latest of the bats to try and get in your way, to try and stop you from your goals, but he'd fall, just like the rest of them.

"You're not gonna shoot me Red." You speak coyly, hands up in surrender, your black domino mask hiding your pretty (e/c) eyes, your lips, painted red curl into a smirk at the sight of his hand wavering.

"Shooting you in the leg won't kill you." He chimes not lowering the weapon, "Yeah but I get the feeling you're not too trigger happy tonight."

"You've no idea what I'm capable of." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

You take a calculated step forward your red bottom heels clicking against the concrete rooftop, "C'mon big boy, you know there are actual bad guys who require your attention out there?" Your voice was like melted butter flowing into his ears and setting a warmth in his belly. "Robbing Gotham museum seems pretty criminal to me." He lowered his gun, holstering the weapon, "Can't you just slap a girl on the wrists?" You ask with a tilt of your head, the stolen goods in a satchel on your hip, "You know I can't just let you walk away." He responds, you close the distance making him take a step back, he wanted to reach out and touch you, claim you, and the closer he got to you the harder it was to resist.

You managed to back him on the edge of the roof, your hands trailing up his toned chest, landing on his shoulders, your claws digging into the leather of his jacket, "Just..stay outta my way." You whisper letting the tension build, pressing your plump lips to his mask you feel him shudder, without wasting another second you push him off the building. He falls for you harder than the garbage can he hit.

Dick is the next to come across you and the next to fall, and fuck does he fall hard.

He's got you corned in a dusty warehouse but damn if you aren't quick, darting around in him in blinks, teasingly touching him as you dance around, teasing him with every brush of your clawed fingers.

He's brought out of his inappropriate thoughts by a whistle from your pretty lips, "You're in that spandex boy!- nice ass." He feels himself flush, freezing on the spot as he sputtered for a response. You use his distracted moment to send a roundhouse kick to his head, one he just barely managed to block, "Don't lose focus now pretty." You chide smacking your teeth. Of course you manage to escape, which only fuels his budding obsession.

The trouble starts for you when they start working together, it's after a meeting Bruce calls one night, your file pulled up on the screen, they all have various reactions but one common thread is shared between the four men, burning desire.

Once they start coordinating it's only a matter of time before you come home, where they can tame you.

[tinietaehyun]

Forsaken [XV]

[Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader] [Series] [Chapter Fifteen]

Pairing: Sorcerer!Taehyun x Royal!Reader [Ft. Sorcerer!Yeonjun]

Genre(s): Fantasy, romance, enemies to lovers, supernatural, action.

Contains: Profanity, mentions of slightly graphic injury, blood/blood-loss, stabbing, burns.

Links: Forsaken Masterlist || Masterlist

Summary: Bound in chains, hope seemed bleak. You hope Taehyun would come to save you but at the same time you didn’t want him risking his life at the hand of his former friend now foe. It seemed all tension had been building up to this moment in which life and death were hanging in the balance.

You wonder how your story would turn out? How would Taehyun’s story turn out? Would you two even be alive after this to tell the tale?

Kneeling down, with trembling hands, Taehyun peers at the remaining embers of his beloved cabin. The smell of burnt wood and singed soil and foliage permeates the air.

He had never expected it to turn out this way. As he saw the tufts of smoke whilst picking the berries, he immediately knew something was up. A horrid gut feeling that you were in danger, that something was incredibly wrong. So he ran. Ran as though his life depended on it. It did, after all, you were his new life, his new hope in the right direction.

Though when he arrived at the scene it was just a little too late. The flames roared and crackled at the hollow cabin which fell and crumbled as though it were paper. His years- no, his father’s years of hardwork, now in ashes and pieces. The things he’s collected over the years from merchants and his occasional travels. Now gone. He had quelled down the fire with a hasty spell.

He peers down at his satchel, at least he still had his father’s spells in his crinkled notebook and his wand. He wouldn’t know what to do if they got destroyed. Tears drip down his face; the only photograph with his father was in there. Now incinerated into nothing.

Taehyun’s nails dig into the soil as his sorrow slowly forms into rage and his hands form fists. You. Initially he had ran into the flames seeking you, but you were nowhere. For once he was grateful that you were not in sight, he’d rather you be missing than be burnt to death in such a horrid manner.

More tears drip down his face as his body rattles in anger. He had taken you, he had taken his home and his little remaining memories. Choi Yeonjun, that sick and twisted bastard.

Now he had taken his one source of pure joy, his heart; you. God knows, what condition you were in? Taehyun is enraged at the thought of his hands dragging you away against your will, your screams, your fights. Knowing Yeonjun, he probably used magic to succumb your fierce retaliation.

“You’re going to fucking pay for this, Yeonjun,” Taehyun grits his head hung low; voice shaky.

“You’ll regret ever crossing me,” his tone laced with sheer malice. He’d make Yeonjun beg for mercy, beg to die rather than be kept alive. He’d unleash all these years of pent up anger and vengeance in one go.

Yeonjun had to be stopped once and for all. He had to keep you safe, save you. Because, you were his new world. Even if he would lose his life in the process, someone as pure-hearted and noble as you should stay and make this little slice of the world a better place.

He’d get you safe away from Yeonjun’s cruel grasp. Taehyun knew you’d not be in good hands, hell, he knew you wouldn’t be alive for much longer. Yeonjun was smart, sly and by dragging you there, Taehyun was sure to follow. Taehyun knew he'd have to face his long time ex-best friend and rival again.

Once and for all.

Taehyun stands up, wiping away his tears and brushing himself off and slinging the satchel over his right shoulder. With heavy steps he begins walking along the eroded path towards the edge of the Woods of Mors, undoubtedly for the last time ever. He would go to the Palace of Fortuna to confront Yeonjun.

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Shakily you peer down at your wrists now aching from the harsh metal cuffs grinding against your skin as you knelt in front of the throne your father once sat on.

Anger seethes within you; the throne that you were the rightful heir to. The throne that people would risk their life to sit on, to abuse their power and manipulate the people to their whims.

“Goodness, does it hurt? The chains?” A voice cuts through your tormented mind. You peer up seeing Yeonjun walking toward you with a pleased smile, “Oh princess, it really is unbecoming of you to be on the floor, kneeling in chains no less, but alas, what can we do? Fate is just ever so,” he crouches in front of you, “Cruel.”

You glare into his eyes with sheer hatred. His eyes glimmer as though he was amused by your little act of bravery. “Come now, glaring? How adorable, as if that’s going to scare me into removing your chains.”

“Scared I’ll escape?” You sneer. Yeonjun muses, “Well not scared, just don’t want to take any chances. I’ve come this far after all. This whole ordeal has taken a far longer time than I’d have liked it to.” You glare, “What, like manipulating Sehun like a puppet for years?”

“Precisely! You get me princess,” he chuckles making you grimace. “How tirsome it was to cater to his foolish whims and flatter him. It really does make me think I could have gone for you if I had waited a little. Then again, you are far smarter than him.”

You scoff, “You are disgusting. Gaining power through killing, treachery, betrayal. To think you’ll become king makes my stomach churn and heart burn with rage.”

He coos, “Oh how unfortunate you think that way. I think I’d be a great king, I’ll take Fortuna to new heights and make us see new horizons. Though, I suppose you wouldn’t believe me. Either way, you won’t be there to see it,” he eerily smiles. You stiffen; he was serious about ending your life.

“Why are you keeping me here? It’s almost been an entire day..” you snarl. Your knees were numb from this. Was this a punishment of sorts or did he derive some sort of sadistic pleasure from seeing you like this? All beaten down and helpless?

Yeonjun stands with a wicked smile, “Well, good question. If I got rid of you, that would leave your accomplice behind, no? Oh he’s a slippery sorcerer, always keeping away from the public eye. So, I thought, since he finds you rather special…” Your brain whirrs and you connect the dots. With wide eyes you stammer, “You want him here?”

“Oh he’s probably already on his way. Almost nearby? Who knows? But what I do know is that knowing his temper, he is going to come for me whether I like it or not.” Yeonjun grins. He places his hands behind his back as he leisurely paces around, “Enraged that I burnt his home to ashes, that I took his beloved, and well of course all our previous history too. Oh I bet he is just itching to take me down!”

You stare at Yeonjun in disgust. How arrogant! Your eyes water, Taehyun’s cabin, you couldn’t imagine how much he had lost. A small inkling of guilt forms inside you; if you were there he would have been fine. His cabin unscathed, Taehyun’s life undisturbed but no, you just had to drag him into all your mess. He had already suffered enough hasn't he? Yet here he was suffering once more.

Yeonjun gazes down at you and notices your tears dripping down and his eyes darken, “Oh what’s this? The mere mention of his name has you breaking down? Goodness you must love him ever so much, hm?” He scoffs, releasing a “tch.”

“What does he have anyway? To garner the attention of a princess. I suppose he always did aim high.” You snap outraged, “Stop it! Stop talking and leave me be with your condescending nonsense! Enough!” A sob escapes your lips.

If Taehyun came here, his life would be at risk. Though at the same time you wanted him here. No, he was capable and could handle himself. Trust him, y/n. Trust him.

“Oh and…do you still remember that little knight of yours?” Yeonjun muses. You stiffen, “Kai- Kai what did you do to him, you bastard?!” Yeonjun releases a laugh, “Oh my, calm down princess. He’s alive. Barely, alive but alive nonetheless.” You whimper pitifully, “Why? He didn’t do anything!”

“He was supposed to bring you back way earlier. He disobeyed Sehun’s orders. I thought back then, that he would indeed be a thorn in my side later on. Because I knew, he’d be your ally not mine,” Yeonjun apathetically hums. You cry out, “Don’t kill him please, I’ll convince him not to get involved. You can even relieve him of his position as a knight please!”

Yeonjun chuckles, “This is rather pathetic of you princess. It’s not about what you want, remember that. Maybe if he stayed an obedient and well trained knight, he’d still be commander and be well, by my side, healthy.” You weep pitifully as memories of Kai run through your mind; your most recent back at the palace where he let his feelings for you go.

“Sehun made the warden give him a severe whipping everyday, don’t know how he’s still alive actually, quite the resilient man, hm?” You sob harder; your beloved knight had suffered because you didn’t go back with him. So many people around you suffered. Now your people were going to suffer with a tyrant on the throne.

You grit out sniffling, “You’re nothing but a shadow of the man you want to be. You’ll always be inferior to him, even if you are king, it won’t change the fact that your father stole his father’s spell book that you copied everything that had and stole his position not through your own-“ he grabs your hair pulling it harshly back with his hand forming a fist; you yelp in pain.

“Shut that fucking mouth of yours, you spoiled brat. I was trying to be as nice as I could yet you and your brother were always so talkative at the wrong times. What a fucking nuisance.” He twists and pulls harder making more tears roll down, “Stay still, keep quiet and sit pretty, understand? I’ve had enough of your chitchat.”

You snarl, “Fuck-ah, you!-“ His eyes widen and he lets out a laugh, “Princess has learnt to cuss has she? Oh, how cute.” You writhe as he tugs at your hair painfully. Suddenly, he lets go, making you collapse against the floor with a loud rattle of chains.

Ragged breaths escape your lips as you gaze fiercely upon him. His smile, sly and cunning, as though a snake slithering towards its prey. You hated it. “Now don’t exhaust yourself, and sit tight alright? I’ll come check on you here and there, keep you company until-“

Before he can finish responding; a large sound akin to an explosion resounds in the palace. Even the ground vibrates with slight force at whatever impact caused it. What on Earth? Another large bang resounds out and noticeable commotion begins as guards rush out of the throne room and panicked maids flurry here and there.

Yeonjun’s gaze darkens and his lips form a twisted smile. He outstretches his hand out, closing his eyes as though sensing something. Yeonjun nods to himself before humming, “Ah, it seems your beloved is here to save the day. Huh, even quicker than I expected. He must really love you, either that, or he is enraged at me.”

Your heart races; he could sense Taehyun? Of course he could! Taehyun was here? Nervousness brims within you; he was in the palace! You wanted to see his face again; be in his arms again where you felt safe as if nothing or no one could hurt you.

The clatter of armor resounds as a knight heaves for breath rushing in. “Yeo-Your highness, there is a violent intruder, black cloak- high energy sorcery, we believe it’s-“

“I know who it is, you fool. Where is he? Has he made it inside the palace?” Yeonjun slices in sharply.

The knight shakes, “Sire- I-I don’t know, I ran to tell you the news, they were trying their best to fend him off, but he’s-he’s deranged. There were men flying everywhere; getting thrown like mere dolls into the walls!”

Yeonjun runs his hands through his hair, letting out a manic laugh, “Of course. He’s furious! As expected.”

“He-“ the knight begins but lets out a piercing scream of agony as he suddenly crumples to the floor and falls unconscious writhing. Your eyes widen in shock as you peer up seeing a very familiar black cloak.

The eery echo of his footsteps resound as he enters the throne room; his eyes are malevolent, an intense rage you had never seen in Taehyun’s eyes before, mixed with hurt. The dark aura radiating off of him was entirely something else.

His wand outstretched pointed where he previously knocked out the knight now aimed straight at Yeonjun. You clamber up haphazardly writhing in your chains as you call out in desperation, “Taehyun!”

This seems to have snapped him out of his ferocity and his eyes instantly soften, “Y/n!” His eyes flicker down to your cuffed wrists and his jaw clenches, “Those chains…” He hated it, someone like you in chains as though you were a despicable criminal or lowly scum.

Taehyun snarls peering at Yeonjun who peers at him with a chillingly calm smile, “You fucking bastard, to think you couldn’t sink any lower.”

“I see your abilities are in rather good condition. Took out Fortuna’s soldiers with ease, hm? Then again, I suppose a sword or spear won’t do much against sorcery,” Yeonjun muses.

Taehyun snaps walking forward, “Be serious. Do not jest when you have caused so much suffering and turmoil for those around you, even to this day. How low can you continue to stoop?”

“Oh no, I only continue to rise-“ Yeonjun begins. You spit out seething, “To be king? How despicable.” Taehyun’s lips form a sneer, “All this to be king? You?” Taehyun scoffs, “Oh you’d only bring disaster for this nation as if it isn’t in shambles anyway after Sehun’s mismanagement.”

“Well, I took care of Sehun, and I plan to take care of the results of his incompetent decision making, no need to fret, Taehyun,” Yeonjun snarks. Taehyun snaps, “To think I once called you my best friend.”

Yeonjun hums scathingly, “I could say the same. Though it is rather amusing to meet you after all these years, you’ve grown quite alike to your father. It irks me truly.”

Taehyun’s gaze darkens, “Having stole his legacy, his hardwork, siding with your pathetic excuse of a father, I think I should be irked, appalled in fact. That you’re in the place where my father should be, where I should be.”

“Still as arrogant as ever. I suppose the Kang Bloodline is the only suitable lineage for the Royal Sorcerer position, hm?” Yeonjun sneers, stepping forward agitated. Taehyun says infuriated, “Not if you genuinely worked hard and earned the position, but no, you betrayed me, you betrayed everyone, you manipulated your way to where you are now.”

Taehyun points his wand at him as he walks forward, “You are nothing without using other people for your own benefit and leeching off them. That’s what sets us apart.”

Yeonjun loses his patience as he unleashes a powerful wave of magic from his wand aimed at Taehyun. You squint seeing flashes of different colours flying back and forth. The air in the room feels charged from the amount of mana being generated. You scoot back leaning against the wall mortified at the scene. You were incredibly worried for Taehyun.

The two sorcerers unleash an array of different spells and attacks dancing around each other, ducking and dodging, creating barriers and force fields, orbs and flashes which illuminate the room. It’s an horrifically beautiful sight; in which two men once the best of friends viciously attack one another warping and sprinting, skidding and sliding.

Taehyun snarls in pain as a spell singes and sizzles against his skin, burning. He flicks his wand in an intricate pattern putting some distance between himself and Yeonjun.

Yeonjun breathes out with a deranged glint in his eyes, “Why are you backing away? I thought you were better than that?” A breathless chuckle leaves his lips as he releases an onslaught of mana orbs directed at Taehyun. He tries his best to dodge but some still scathe him.

Taehyun ducks and unleashes an intense wave of mana, glowing a bright red making Yeonjun skid back and stumble; his skin prickles and burns. The two partake in a dangerous dance waving and elegantly flicking their wands as numerous spells are cast second by second.

As Taehyun recovers, he peers back at you briefly. Your eyes glaze over with tears; your eyes widen to warn Taehyun, “Taehyun!- Watch out!”

A fist lands against Taehyun’s nose and he is knocked down. Blood drips down his lips and chin as he coughs. Yeonjun sneers down his wand pointed, “Oh you don’t understand how long I’ve been aching to do that. I must have surely broken your nose, hm?”

Taehyun grits his teeth; you shake seeing the blood as tears fall from your face. No! No! Taehyun attempts to get up but Yeonjun kicks him down; pressing his boot down on his chest, twisting painfully down onto his sternum. “Stay down, there’s no need to get up.”

Taehyun grunts in pain finding it difficult to breathe; the pressure on his chest becoming more agonising by the second. “You’ve gotten sloppy, you know, I suppose it’s only natural when you’ve been isolated for so long.” Yeonjun hums darkly, leaning down and putting more pressure on his foot, “I know every spell you do, after all. Don’t think of me as the same little kid you could beat each time, Taehyun. Times have changed.”

You release a piercing scream, “Leave him be! He’s going to die at this rate! Please!” Your body wracks with sobs. Taehyun’s face becomes pale and he heaves for breath. It hurt you incredibly to see him like this in pain, so downtrodden. What was happening? Had you both underestimated Yeonjun?

“Hush, hush, princess, it won’t be too long. I’ll make his death somewhat peaceful.” Taehyun grits out, “You fucking-ah, piece of shit- you’ll-“ he coughs once more. Yeonjun hums sadistically, “You know what, I’ll even let you join him right after. Aren’t I generous? Two lovers joint in death? Almost romantic.”

Taehyun writhes and kicks; lifting his shaking hand with his wand. Your eyes widen and you suddenly shout, “Taehyun my chains!” Before Yeonjun could even process the raspy words being uttered out of Taehyun’s lips; your chains violently rattle and then shatter off you.

Yeonjun snarls, “You-“ With all your might, you stand and charge at him, you need to give Taehyun a chance to fight. Yeonjun is forced to move his leg off Taehyun and he aims his wand at you sending a large sizzling flash of mana at you. You narrowly miss it and you run forwards, arms outstretched as you shove him back; he lets out a laugh; grabbing your wrist and twisting it back painfully, “You’re pitifully naive, princess.”

You yelp in pain, and Taehyun grunts, getting up slowly, steadying himself and gaining his breath back. Blood now drying up on his chin and philtrum. You scream and writhe in his grasp. Yeonjun begins uttering another enchantment and you feel the air around you heat up.

Taehyun hisses aiming a few large mana intense orbs at Yeonjun; he shoves you aside and attempts to dodge. One of the orbs lands on his shoulder he shudders in pain and grunts. Taehyun lunges forward sending an onslaught of attacks.

You whine brushing yourself off as you watch the two engage in combat; this time a mixture of sorcery and physical combat. Taehyun gets a few punches in here and there. The two men fight with a new fire in their eyes.

Yeonjun sneers, “You think I can’t take the two of you on? Your fighting is futile.” Your eyes widen hearing more knights (albeit slightly injured) rush in. They all charge toward Taehyun. You yell, “Taehyun!”

Taehyun peers around and is met with a sword slicing into his shoulder; he cries out in pain. You snarl at the men, “Hold your weapons! Gods above please!” The knights peer at you in hesitation; some follow through backing away whilst the majority ignore your command.

Taehyun grits out, “You’re pathetic. Can’t even face me one of one.” Yeonjun shrugs, blood dripping from his lips, “Not my fault they’re so loyal, who am I to deny such help?”

Taehyun haphazardly fights back the soldiers and charges his wand sending a large energy wave sending them flying back violently. Yeonjun holds his ground skidding back a few metres.

You pant in panic, you needed to help. Quickly, your eyes scan the room and you spot the mounted swords on the wall. You peer at the two who seem distracted in their fight and you pull and heave until one of the swords comes off with an unpleasant scrape. It was heavy; you’d only used a sword a handful of times.

At this point, you were willing to do anything even if it may seem imbecilic. At the end of the day, a sharp blade is a sharp blade. You jog over with your sword in hand and raised behind Yeonjun. With a harsh cry you swing forward; Yeonjun’s eyes widen and he narrowly ducks and rolls just missing it.

“Oh, oh, I see. How clever,” Yeonjun snaps. Taehyun muses breathlessly, “Clever indeed,” he sends a large bolt of mana from behind and Yeonjun growls in pain, his knees buckling. You hoist the sword up once more and bring it down, Yeonjun rolls out of the way. Exhaustion is beginning to take a toll on his body.

“Give up!” You bellow with hatred in your tone. Taehyun sends a harsh kick into Yeonjun’s side causing him to cough violently.

Your eyes note how his fingers wrap around his wand; you had to get him at disadvantage. It seemed Taehyun noticed the same thing. He tosses you his wand and rips the sword from your hands before he plunges the sword into Yeonjun’s hand; blood splatters across your dress and you scream, your eyes clamp shut at the gory scene; something that would be forever imprinted in your mind. A disturbing squelch of flesh and blood resounds making you feel awfully nauseous.

Yeonjun screams in agony as Taehyun pulls out the tip of sword from his hand. Yeonjun’s wand rolls out pitifully on the floor and you quickly grab ahold of it.

Taehyun’s face is splattered with blood; a menacing gaze in his eyes as he peers down at Yeonjun writhing and curled up in immeasurable pain. You had never expected him to take initiative let alone so violently like that. You tremble stepping back. Taehyun heaves, wiping the blood with his sleeve.

“You think you’re so fucking clever, always ahead.” Tears run down Yeonjun’s face; his vision blurring as overwhelming pain consumes him. Blood pools around his hand and arm.

“Your arrogance has always held you back. Your ego. Don’t you think, I hated the fact that your father always demeaned you. Why else would I insist for you to improve? Perhaps the way I encouraged you could have been better, but you? You pay back our years of friendship with betrayal? By agreeing to exiling my father and me?” Taehyun loudly bellow; his voice laden with conviction and years worth of pent up anger.

“Do you know how many nights I’ve imagined just stabbing into you? Ripping you and your father to shreds for what you did,” Taehyun pants out. “You. You were the one who painted yourself as the victim, you were the one who ignored all my attempts to talk things out! The fucking audacity to then go after the throne as if stealing my father’s position wasn’t enough!” Taehyun roars ferociously.

You couldn’t even tell if Yeonjun was processing anything; with how much pain he was in. All you could see was unadulterated hatred in Yeonjun’s fatigued gaze.

“I fucking cared for you Yeonjun. I really did. I may have been an egotistical piece of shit at times, but I wanted to see you do well, to grow beside me,” Taehyun rasps out, a tear drips down his cheek. “I hated seeing you so down. Seeing you so broken at times. Do you know how much it hurt to see you go play with Sehun and toss me aside as if I meant nothing? I knew you were jealous, I knew it.” His voice wavers as he speaks.

Yeonjun grunts; growing more agitated. He murmurs slurred, “Shut…your mouth. Don’t, fuckin’ know shit.”

Taehyun outstretches his hand towards you, “My wand.” You peer at him with wide eyes; surely he wasn’t going to do what you think he was?“Taehyun you’re not going to-“

“Give me the wand,” he insists. You shakily hand it over. No! He was going to kill him! “Think about this Taehyun! Wait!”

Yeonjun smiles lethargic, almost lucidly, “Oh. Is this what it’s come to?” He coughs. He rasps out, “Yes, yes do it. Even now,” Yeonjun’s eyes tear up as he uses all his energy and might to speak, “After so much planning and effort, fate seems to favour you-“ he coughs once more. Leaning his head back, he closes his eyes, “Do it. End my life, I know you’ve b-been craving to do so.”

Taehyun releases a chuckle; “Kill you? No, you deserve something far worse than death.” Taehyun grunts as he crouches down, “You deserve to know how those you beat down thrive in front of your eyes.”

“Wait, wait I-“ You stammer. Taehyun shakes his head, “As much as I’d like to give him a second chance at things, it’s clear he’ll only try again.” Yeonjun sighs, “How…irritating.” Yeonjun grows more pale.

“You’re a disgrace to Fortuna’s Legacy of Sorcery, my father’s legacy,” Taehyun snaps lowly, standing up. You shakily watch on, stunned into silence. He takes Yeonjun’s wand from your hands and with a swift motion he snaps it in half. A pained cry rips out Yeonjun’s lips.

A solemn expression paints Taehyun’s face as he peers down at Yeonjun. He’s clearly hurt. He doesn’t want to be doing this. No, he wishes this never would have happened in the first place. Pained memories of him and Yeonjun as children flood his mind. His heart aches seeing his ex-best friend on the floor bloodied, having to handle him so cruelly.

A good, talented soul, soiled by his father’s greedy ambitions and his own jealousy. Oh, what Taehyun wouldn’t do to reverse time to stop Yeonjun’s unfortunate fate.

Voice cracking, Taehyun murmurs, “I wish I could have helped you more, if it were to prevent all this.” Yeonjun’s expression is blank. He murmurs, “Save,” he rasps, “your disgusting pity.”

“You’ll be imprisoned.” You cut in, “For treason, attempt to assassinate the heir to the throne, any other murders you’ve committed. You’ll be tried in front of the remaining Royal Court.”

Yeonjun lies there with an empty expression. One that mirrors an individual who had nothing else to live for. A former husk of what he once was. Taehyun winces; the very same court who exiled him and his father. What a cruel and twisted turn of events.

“Taehyun will be reinstated as the Royal Sorcerer, after further investigation and clarification with the Royal Court,” you peer down, “Mark. My. Words, Yeonjun. You will not be coming out of your cell with that many crimes upon you.” Yeonjun peers at you with the scariest gaze you’ve ever seen. His lips form a grim smile, “But, of course.” You scoff, peering away, a shudder going down your spine.

A bustle of footsteps resound out and Taehyun and you look ahead seeing many courtiers, barons and chancellors accompanied by a few knights rush in. Their eyes are already mortified, presumably by the damage Taehyun left behind and now more so by the current sight in front of them.

“Princess! You’re safe!” One of the steps forward and you icily snap, “Do not show me your false concern. I’ll be rid of you one by one, it’s about time the Royal Court is due for a spring cleaning. I need to find where my true loyalties lie.” The noblemen peer at each other with unease, “No princess- we can-“

Shaking your head, you respond coldly, “Save your pathetic excuses. The vast majority of you sided with Sehun, then Yeonjun. It is clear you are all a bunch of useless lapdogs who will switch to whatever side is most convenient! I have no need for pitiful members like that at my court.” A loud silence permeates the room with your sharp words.

“Do I make myself clear?” You snap. The men bow. “One of you get a healer, and begin recalling the servants to their stations, there’s a lot to clean up. I’m sure the public will hear about it by this evening, so the scribe should get a statement ready.” One by one they filter out as Taehyun watches you distracted as give out commands with ease. This was a side he hadn’t seen from you, you had so much determination and resolve…such power.

Yeonjun lies defeated in his own pool of blood. The world around him blurs and unblurs; he can’t quite ascertain what was going on around him. All he knew is that from this point onward he was going to rot in a cobbled cell and go insane. All this meticulous planning, only for fate to cross him over! Couldn’t he just have one thing? Couldn’t he be superior? Couldn’t he win for once in his life? Why couldn’t he get retribution for his sufferings?

No. No, he couldn’t rot away inside a dingy cell to his death. This could not be how it ends. He had nothing left to live anymore for so why must he be forced to live in a cell for god knows how long? That is the utmost cruelty.

Taehyun peers back at Yeonjun who peers dazed in his own thoughts. A few palace healers rush in and you point towards Taehyun and Yeonjun. “Save Yeonjun, his hand is incredibly bleeding. Take care of Taehyun’s cuts, bruises and burns,” you order.

Yeonjun attempts to resist the healer’s treatment by yelling and grunting, “No-!“ A few more knights hold him down. The entire sight makes Taehyun feel sick. He knew Yeonjun’s entire reason to live was shattered. Most probably he wanted to die.

Yeonjun’s eyes meet fiercely with Taehyun’s as he grits out, “I fucking hate you, Kang Taehyun. I hate you…!”

You watch Taehyun's restrained expression. Your heart feels heavy at the scene. You knew he was holding back watching as Yeonjun attempted to be treated; held down like some sort of rabid animal.

It was a truly pitiful scene. You walk over grasping his hands tightly in yours and look up at him. “You’re truly so strong, Taehyun. I’m sorry things had to turn out this way. I wish things could have turned out differently.”

He weakly smiles squeezing your hands back, “Perhaps. What’s done is done. There’s nothing I can do now. He’s not remorseful in the slightest. It’s only a fitting end. He’ll only end up endangering others. His only goal got ripped away from him, he’s bound to be unstable.”

You nod with a frown. Taehyun hums, “You’ve got your throne back, princess.” You didn’t feel quite as happy as you should be. You were supposed to be overjoyed weren't you? This was your entire mission. You murmur, “I suppose. But at what cost?”

Taehyun remains silent; his eyes glancing over in Yeonjun’s direction, a newfound quietness resounds as he had finally passed out in the arms of the knights. “…at what cost,” he repeats to himself. They carry him away as though he were a rag doll.

“He’s getting what he deserves, Taehyun. The things he’s done are unforgivable. Remember that,” you murmur resolutely. He nods slowly, “I…yes. You’re right.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be by your side no matter what, Taehyun,” you reassure with a small smile. After all, for this long he had been beside yours. He pulls you into his arms wincing slightly at his injuries. The warmth helps you both ease down.

Closing your eyes and leaning against his chest, you hear his racing heart beside your ear.

You softly murmur, “It will be okay. We will be okay.”

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A very Elvish Christmas ft Guns N Roses

“We’re dressing up for elves to promote this Christmas song for charity. Do you understand?” Axl looked around at his band.

“I don’t get why you get to be Santa.” grumbled Slash. His girlfriend smacked him and he huffed out another sound.

Axl ignored him as he looked at everyone else. 

Everyone was coupled up and the girlfriends all were nodding their heads like they all seemed to be on board with this. As long as the women were running the show what could really go wrong?

He was about to eat his words.

—-

Theresa was stuffing more fluff into his suit in the backstage area. They were the first to arrive, which was trouble enough because he knew how much Sasha hated being late to things. Usually Duff and here were an hour early for an event. 

Sure, Axl was the one in charge of this but he still had expected her to beat him here.

He turned once the stuffing was done, looking in the mirror to check his appearance. Theresa was beside him with her white blonde hair in a bun since she was playing the Mrs. Claus to his Mr. 

His eyes caught hers in the mirror until he saw them. 

A scream ripped from his throat as he saw Duff in a tight red body suit with white trimming, his hands in white mittens and a dead smirk on his face from where he sat on the shelf next to his girlfriend. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!?” He turned, wondering how much the two of them had seen. 

He had changed in there. Had been on his knees pleasing his girlfriend in this room? Had they just been on the shelf the entire time?

“We’re elves on the shelf. You said that we had to be in character!” Axl rubbed his forehead as Duff jumped down, reaching up to help his girlfriend on the shelf they had somehow had been balancing on together.

At least they were in costume. That was a small miracle. He had been terrified that they would show up without something on and osm excuse about forgetting about it.

Slash walked in, brown leather pants and a poncho covered in leaves. His ears were pointed and he had a few braids through his curly hair with leather string and beads. A satchel was by his side and an ax in his hand. His girlfriend Sofia was beside him with a long green cape and a leather suit of armour underneath it. A crown of leaves  was on her head with a long sword in her hand. 

The pair looked at everyone confused. 

“What the fuck are you two?” Axl was mortified.

This was a childrens event and they had weapons. 

“Oh my god! Are you the character you created for our DnD campaign?” She squealed in excitement. 

Axl was even more mortified by this. They all played DnD together a few times a week but he didn’t know that they were taking it this seriously that they actually had outfits made for the characters for it. 

This was going to hell. 

“We’re elves. You didn’t say which kind.” Slash smirked because he knew exactly what he had done.

Axl rubbed his temples, teh migraine settling there. 

“Sorry we’re late.” Lily walked in with a tray of cookies and Steven smiling behind her. 

Theresa grabbed a cookie for herself and Sophia. Both the girls nibbling on them as Axl fought off the stroke that he was surely going to have dealing with his band. 

They were supposed to be Christmas elves. 

Sure Duff and Sasha had dressed as the creepiest version possible but at least they were somewhat Christmas elves. What was he supposed to do with a set of DnD elves and now he fucking Keebler elves?

“Oh dear, did you mean for us to dress like Christmas elves?” Steven asked as he sat down on the couch, avoiding the weapons that were laying there. He wasn’t allowed near sharp objects without a trusted adult.

“Did I mean Christmas elves at the fucking Christmas event?” Axl swore as he turned around, needing a drink. How the hell had he managed to get stuck with a band full of idiots? Why were they doing this to torture him. 

“Nai lye hiruva airea amanar!” Aya greeted in elvish as she walked in dressed like Galadriel with Izzy beside her dressed like Celebron.

Everyone looked from the last couple to Axl, who stared in horror at what he was seeing.

His eyes blinked several times like his brain wasn’t computing what was happening around him. How this elf mutiny had started and how he now had to figure out how to save the party that they were attending. 

“Christmas. Elves. All you had to do was dress like - don’t even speak.” he motioned to where Duff and Sasha were standing. They shoved more keebler cookies into their mouths, “How hard was it to dress like christmas elves?” He looked at them like they had all done this on purpose to fuck with him. 

Which they had sort of done but also it wasn’t their fault that he hadn’t said Christmas elves. 

“Axl, have a cookie. Your blood sugar is porbably low, dear.” Theresa forced a cookie in his mouth as he grumbled, “Everyone’s costumes look great. We’re going to go out there and take pictures and meet with everyone and it’s going to be fine. And next time Axl will learn from this and realize that he made a mistake being so vague.” HIs eyes bulged at her accusing him of being at fault here when it was clear that it was everyone sle that was going against him, 

Axl opened his mouth but Steven thought that it was a game and used it as an opportunity to shove a cookie in his mouth.

“We accept your apology, Axl.” Aya said, her dress dragging as she moved to take a cookie. 

They seemed to be a never ending supply of them.

“Now lets party.”

[fairytail-whathesays]

Happy & Laxus Friendship headcanons because i fully believe you can make anything work. In my head youre just the FT miracle worker. (You dont have to do this if u dont wanna by the way it was just something in my head after rewatcjng the egg epsidoe lol)

Why don't you just ask me to learn how to play piano while you're at it lol

I said here that Happy would generally approve of Laxus at his calmest but that may be a bit of damning by faint praise

Look, Happy is a trolling kind of character who always has some smart remark to make and is making jabs at his closest friends' expense, and Laxus will only let that slide for so long.

Not to mention Happy is a comic relief character. He yaps. Laxus is an introvert and just doesn't have the energy for all the yapping, especially not the constant need for fish or the ogling on Carla.

The time when they're closest to a friendship is when Laxus is pointing Happy's tendency to fuck with people at someone else.

Bickslow and Lisanna rumors? ...Laxus started them. All he had to do is mention to Happy how Bix was eyeing Lisanna one time, Happy did the rest, and Bickslow has not known peace since. That'll teach him not to blab about Laxus' private playlists.

Laxus isn't above fucking with Happy, too, when the cat gets too comfy.

One time he got a bunch of chicken feathers, stuck them in Happy's satchel while he was sleeping, and then told him he had a degenerative wing condition so he had to not use Aera for a week. Happy would freak out every time he used Aera and saw feathers littering a trail on the ground behind him and ended up getting a bus pass.

Laxus is the kind of guy to choose all the mean options in video games. Happy is horrified when he tries to have Mario eat the jumping egg in Paper Mario 2.

[comiclysmic]

⚠️ Rhythm of War Spoilers!

The Architect ft. Navani Kholin from The Stormlight Archive

Another Cosmere-tober thing I never got to until now. 🦀

✒️Made in ClipStudio Paint

[edit] added image description in the alt-text and below the cut! [/edit]

An illustration featuring Navani standing on the Shattered Plains with the Fourth Bridge floating behind her in the distance.

Navani has tan skin, a round face with a defined jaw line, pale violet eyes with thick black lashes. Her hair black and streaked with grey, pulled up into a messy bun, pinned with two golden hair picks with rubies on their tips. She wears a matching pair of gold and ruby earrings, one catching the light enough to give off an array of little rainbow sparkles. Her havah is light red with gold inner cloth and trim, and a swirly waving pattern stitched along the sleeve opening.  Wrapped around her hips is a deep red piece of cloth, which is then covered in an array of leather belts that have a selection of satchels and pockets for holding things she might need. She wears bracers on both wrists – the right hand one made of dark brown leather with gold trim, a strap running up between her thumb and forefinger. There are gold and ruby rings on her thumb and middle finger. The left wrist bracer is solid gold and is strapped around her forearm over top the glove for her safehand. Both bracers have a little round glass window to house whatever fabrial she’s using today.

The shattered plains sprawl behind her, flat and craggy, the crem all golden yellows and browns. There are a scattering of boulders and rock formations behind Navani and the plateaus beyond, little garlic clove-like rock buds tucked in and around.

Hovering in the distance is the Fourth Bridge, a massive wooden brick floating in the sky. A handful of people, barely distinguishable, are waving from the varied levels of the bridge decks.

[salamiimommy]

Im_Sorry_Buddy’s description for as many of the designs in FTFO as I can find rn bc I need to keep them all together in one place for reference so I might as well share it for anyone else

Any edits I make to the original text will be shown in [these] yes I have been updating it, last combed around chapter 5 while also updating with the latest chapters. Buddy has confirmed this post is accurate !!

[MAJOR DESIGN SPOILERS MENTIONED. marked with **. it’s organized by character with their first outfit on top and changes after in order to how they appear. pls be careful looking through if you’re new.]

[Ink is first and he has. a Lot of outfits so there’s a HUGE chunk of text to scroll past to get to everyone else LOL. Broomie is second]

First, some heights. The tallest Gang member is Horror (4ft 10 inches), then Nightmare (4ft 9in, though his tentacles make him seem larger than Horror), then Cross, Killer, and Dust (4ft 7in), then Ink is the shortest (at about 3ft 8.5 inches). Of the Sanses, only Outertale Sans is shorter than Ink (at 3 ft 5inches).

Error is a couple inches shorter than Cross, Dust, and Killer at 4ft 04in (because Error 404 joke). Dream is approximately 4ft 3in (my headcanon is he’d get taller than that if the Multiverse wasn’t so negative. Plus Nightmare has 500 years on him). Blue is 4ft 7in. Red is 4ft 6.5 inches just to make him mad that Blue is a little taller than him. Core Frisk… is 4ft. (Yes, they are actually taller than Ink. Yes, I did a double take when I realized that. The fandom has lied to me.)

[The Papyri] average around 6.8 to 7.2 ft. Edge looks even taller than he actually is because of the heels on his boots. I will say that Toriels are taller than the Papyri at maybe about 7.5 to 8ft. Other than that, I don't have exact numbers in mind, heh.

[the website I used made the Sanses all child models bc they’re so short wHEEEEEEEZE also like it states the Paps n Tori heights are the averages, different AUs are different heights. also also the rectangle in the back is Broomie's height]

Ink:

Ink sleeps in pajamas that are a lighter shade of brown. It’s a standard long sleeve button up pajama shirt and pants.

Ink's soul has the appearance like broken pottery. There are visible gouges where he dug his fingers into his soul.

Ink has had a couple different outfits. His former "hanging around the Castle" outfit was a too big brown long sleeve and loose brown pants (that did resemble the pants the Comyet Ink used to wear except they were completely brown and went all the way down to his feet). Those clothes were destroyed when Error grabbed him in chapter 6 (where Ink spent chapter 7 wearing Killer's too-big coat) so [then] Ink [was] borrowing one of Cross's black long sleeves and another pair of brown pants (these have more of the "pleated" design of Comyet Ink's new pants and also go down to his feet) .

[CH 12 HT!Toriel visit] “He was happy to choose a cyan hoodie and dark blue joggers. Well, he was happy except when it came to choosing the shoes.”

[CH 26 Ccino visit] “His black turtleneck, pants, and green vest” [from his Arc outfit.]

[CH 27 onwards was a black long sleeve shirt, pleated brown pants, and his scarf with the hood.]

[CH 32] “[…] wear his brown scarf and hood, along with his loose brown pants. […] Aster had apparently brought along a black tank top for him. The tank top fit well enough and the collar was high enough that it lay under the collar of his scarf but it obviously did not cover his arms, […]Doctor Toriel stepped out before returning with a pair of long fingerless brown gloves.”

[CH 44] “[…] a light green long sleeve, his hooded scarf, and a pair of dark brown pants from the drawer right beside him.”

[CH 45] “[…] his hooded scarf, a comfortable black long sleeve, his light green [cargo] pants, and a brown satchel with a long strap. He hung the satchel cross-body over his shoulder”

[CH 46 around the castle] “[…] a pair of rather short brown shorts, leaving […] much of his femur uncovered”

[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] a turtleneck that matched the light green interior of his hooded scarf and brown pants”

[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] his comfortable black long sleeve and the detachable light green pants-to-shorts he preferred.”

[SHIELD OUTFIT] A long purple cloak with a hood that, when up, almost covers his face (meaning his eye lights can glow from beneath the shadow of the hood). It's more off of his face when he's curious and excited, but falls further over his face when he's scared or uncomfortable. The purple cloak has a silver clasp in the shape of the Delta Rune. Underneath the cloak he wears a silver tunic, black belt, and purple leggings. His boots are black and go up just to his “calves”. When Ink is Shield, he covers the ink splotch on his face with white paint.

[Ch 26 he added]”[…H]is scarf (minus the hood, which was tucked into his satchel) around his neck. Its ends were folded in so they did not hang out of the bottom of his brown coat.”

[ARC OUTFIT:] Whenever Ink needs to publicly work for Nightmare, he wears an outfit with a bit of a steampunk aesthetic (as “encouraged” by Nightmare so that when people look at Ink, they don’t think “medic” or “healer”). Nightmare wants Ink to keep his identity (and the fact that he’s the Gang's medic) a secret so he wears a mask outside of the castle. The mask appears to be made from brass and copper metal that’s been painted black (with the exception of a few accents). It covers his face while his hood covers the rest of his skull.

The mask is fashioned after a mix of a gas mask for the bottom half and steampunk “brass goggles” for the top half. It is all one piece and the way the “metal” is crafted makes it looks like an owl’s feathery face. Ink’s eye lights are not visible through the goggles and the dark lenses (plus the shadow of the hood) makes it seem like he is constantly giving what I call the “Sans's empty socket glare”. The bottom half of the mask has two “valves” for exhalation and inhalation that are actually functional (cleansing the air he breathes), but are flatter and are symmetrical, unlike real world versions tend to be. There is a bit of metal between the valves that looks like an owl’s beak. The bottom is mostly black with some brass accents for the bottom half. He can easily remove the mask to reveal his face and replace it in a moment’s notice.

Ink wears a brown steampunk overcoat with a hood. Seven black buttons go up his chest (to the left side of his sternum) to close it. Under the last button, the fabric opens up in an upside down “v” shape, preventing the coat from covering the fronts of his legs. The hem of the “tail” of the coat falls just below the backs of his knees. The collar of the coat covers part of his neck. Around his left forearm is what looks like two black snake designs wrapped around his arm (like the snakes wrapped around the Staff of Asclepius).

Under the coat he wears a dark green vest (It was the only big bit of green that Nightmare allowed because he really doesn’t want Ink to even be associated with green magic.) Under that vest he wears a black turtleneck undershirt that nearly goes up to his chin. His pants are black, and tuck into brown boots. (Ink ditches the boots whenever he can).

Over the coat, Ink wears a thick black belt that has many pockets on it. Every pocket has a unique symbol and every one is filled with medical supplies like bandages, healing food, several antidotes, etc. Attached to his right thigh is a small satchel with more medical supplies. In the small side pocket of the satchel (this one is to the front so its easiest to reach), is [REDACTED]. On his left thigh he wears what looks like a long brown holster that goes down to his knee. Seven pockets go down it in a line. Inside are… you guessed it: more medical supplies.

Ink wears black gloves that leaves just the tips of his fingers exposed. The back of the right glove gets what looks like a bronze analog clock sewn into it. The tops of his fingers are exposed so he can more easily use his magic to heal others and [fix codes]. They’re reinforced so he can grab a blade without it cutting right into him.

[Ink now wears the scarf as well, minus the hood, with the ends folded so they do not hang out of the bottom of the coat as of Ch 27.]

[SCARF in CH 26] “The hood was attached by a few buttons that were the same shade as the rest of the fabric, letting them blend into the scarf and make it appear to be one solid piece. The outside of the hood was brown. Its interior was a light green, like the color on the pinkies and sides of Prism's gloves. It was also the color that Ink's eye lights often turned when he used green magic.

The brown scarf's tails were long enough that the ends still hung down by the bottoms of Ink’s calves after he wrapped it around his neck. The hood hung loosely around his head but stayed up even when he moved around. The green interior of the hood was clearly visible, contrasting the exterior nicely. The "collar" was loose around his neck but thick enough to easily cover the new marks that had been scrawled onto his bones.

If Ink wanted to, he could detach the hood and tuck in the ends to wear the scarf under his Shield cloak. He could even wear it hoodless with his Arc outfit if he wished.”

[INKS FINAL OUTFIT in CH 47] Ink's new brown coat was shorter than his old Arc one, with the straight hem stopping at just below his pelvis.

There were only four black buttons holding it closed instead of the previous coat's seven, though Ink found that he also liked how it looked when he left it open.

Even when fully buttoned, the coat opened up just below his collar bone, leaving a standing collar up top instead of an attached hood and revealing a bit of the light green turtleneck that safely covered the tattoo-like marks on his neck and sternum.

[…] an upright light green heart was embroidered on the shoulders of the coat, subtly indicating his profession as a Healer. Just beneath those hearts, cut-outs ran from his shoulder to above his elbows and revealed a matching green interior.

He traded his old black gloves for longer black ones with stitching designs that matched the light green of the interior of his scarf, his shirt, and the medical hearts, leaving the tips of his fingers and thumbs exposed and the black double-clock on the back of the hand. His wide, pocket-filled black belt also remained, as did the brown holster of pockets down his left thigh. His brown satchel was moved to his right hip, now hanging crossbody instead of being attached to his right thigh.

The black pants he designed had zippers hidden under small bits of overlapping fabric up around his femurs, which gave him quicker access to the area if needed. He could technically turn the pants into a pair of shorts with two unzips but Ink was hesitant. He was too uncomfortable with the idea of showing the binary code marks on his bones to consider something shorter like Prism's overalls, even with the thigh-high brown sock providing an extra layer of coverage on his left leg. Like Prism and many other Inks, he chose a design that left his heel and toes bare. Unlike Prism and many other Inks, the tight-like sock had a swirling green design down its outside.

Other than the pant leg, his prosthetic was bare, allowing a bit of the design to be seen due to his abhorrence for shoes. Maybe it was due to the presence of the colors (instead of white) but Ink was much more receptive to showing the prosthetic off than any of the marks on his bones.

Ink's Arc mask was attached to his belt and hung near his satchel, out of the way but within reach just in case.

His hooded scarf completed the outfit, with Cyan and Gold once again taking up residence at the ends of the tails. Broomie floated at his back, with the tip of their handle pointing out beyond his right shoulder while their black brush flicked close to his left ankle.

[**CH 41 Ink’s right leg has been cleanly amputated] “above his knee, halfway up his femur.”

[**PROSTHETIC in CH 46] The prosthetic resembled a skeleton monster's right leg with several notable differences. The socket was a bit wider than the bone to fit his stump and provide support. The pylon beneath the knee resembled leg armor more than a skeleton monster's individual tibia and fibula. The basic shape and outline were a similar thickness to his bone leg though.

The mechanical foot part was currently covered by the shell that went over it. Based on the images that Doctor Toriel had shown Ink, there were distinctive joint areas for the ankle, knee, and toe beneath the casing. […] the toe was one unit meant for balancing, support, and propulsion.

The base of the prosthetic was colored a medium shade of gray […] while the design on the casing was one of the simpler ones.

The prosthetic covers were the same style for the entire leg and foot. They had the appearance like jagged light green lightning or filled cracks in repaired pottery, which stood out sharply and boldly on the metallic black background. The moment Ink had seen what was labeled as a "kintsugi-inspired" design, he knew that was the one. The green not only matched his eye lights, his magic, and the interior of his scarf, but the 'filled-in' look of the pattern reminded him of his soul.

Broomie:

Cross:

Cross [used to wear] his old Royal Guard uniform from Xtale. He has his scar, and his eye lights are usually both white. They do not turn red no matter how angry or emotional he becomes. His bone and knife attacks are tinted purple.

[CH 14] “His jacket was different. It was just a couple alterations. A black X-like design on the shoulders of both white sleeves. The large white X-sash was now black. Along the bottom hem of the white jacket were simple black cross-stitches. It was little things but the decals broke up the white in his outfit.”

[CH 45 pjs:] “Cross had grabbed a plain black tank top and loose black sweatpants.”

[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] he changed into a black hoodie and pants instead of wearing his more recognizable outfit.”

[GUARD OUTFIT] […] a set of silver Royal Guard armor and a purple cloak. A large Delta Rune is emblazoned on the chestplate in black. The armor also comes with a silver helmet but he did not wear it on the [first] Aftertale mission. When he is acting as Guard, he either covers his scar with white or wears the helmet to hide his face.

[**CH 37] “[…] vertical cracks split the bones by his eye sockets, resembling the scars of his creator. His eye lights burned a volatile purple, their form shivering like they were struggling not to change shape. [CH 38] […] glowing purple cracks on his skull looked like a Gaster’s scars.”

[**CH 42 has healed the scars completely]

Dust:

Dust wears the standard Sans outfit but it looks like its a paler color in places because of all the monster dust. His shoes are gray for that reason. Dust always has his gray hood up unless it’s knocked off his skull. Unlike Killer and Horror (and Cross), his hood does not have fur. He wears his Papyrus’s tattered scarf. His eye lights have a blue center and a red ring around the outside. They can occasionally turn white if he’s feeling peaceful. His bone attacks are indigo, leaning more towards blue than purple.

Dust sometimes sleeps in a light blue t-shirt and dark gray pajama pants with a drawstring. Other times he forgets to change and plops into bed in his usual t-shirt and shorts.

[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] he pulled at the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. He had seemed to like the dark indigo color[…] Dust's scarf was tucked into the hoodie, leaving only a small bit of the collar visible. A pair of sunglasses covered his distinctive eye lights. Black sweatpants and sneakers completed the outfit.”

Dust Papyrus:

To Ink, Dust Papyrus looks like the barest outline of a ghostly shape of the head, scarf, and hands of a Papyrus. He’s extremely faint and blurry, with binary codes making up his outline.

[**CH 46] “[…] ghostly gloves gained a red color and an equally ghostly skull took form. Finally, [Ink] could clearly see Phantom Papyrus.”

Killer:

Killer also wears the standard Sans outfit except his undershirt is a black turtleneck and his hood has fur on the rim. His soul is usually visible in the form of a red target. When he goes Stage Three, it blurs and thick black liquid pours from his eye sockets and mouth. He never has eye lights. His knife attacks are red while his bone attacks are tinted gray. [Liquid Determination leaks constantly from his eyes.]

He tries not to sleep so he does not change into pajamas.

[CH 4 comment] Killer's Stages are inspired by something he has in Something New/"Killertale". Long story short: "Stage One": Killer is pretty much Sans. This Stage does not happen anymore. "Stage Two": Default Killer. "Stage Three": Killer is out of control and will attack anything. "Stage Four and Higher": run.

[**CH 26, Killer can now renter Stage 1, though he has not done it in yet. Liquid Determination is also not constantly leaking from his eyes. CH 27:] The black marks beneath his eye sockets were thin enough that they could be mistaken for drawn lines.

[**CH 44 showed that the liquid Determination is still affected by his emotions:] “Killer glowered at him. The black lines beneath his eye sockets thickened a little.”

Horror:

Horror has the usual Sans-style outfit. His has fur lining the hood. Horror’s jacket is a bit tattered and shows signs of being torn and sewn back together in a couple places. His left eye is not his own one, he took it from a dead guard in his AU. It’s is a glowing red iris and can go out like most skeleton eye lights. His bone attacks are tinted a faint red. [Horror has two eye lights regularly, just one of them is. big and red.]

Horror has pajama shorts and a t-shirt but he often forgets to change into them. (He’s trying to teach Ink to be better than him at it). [CH 45] “Horror was in a gray t-shirt and black shorts.”

[CH 36] “…those unsettling, mismatched eye lights.” [CH 40] “His right eye light returned with his health (and his hope)” [proof for two eye lights]

Nightmare:

Nightmare doesn’t change clothes. He is his goopy octopus self. When he is particularly angry or in a “mood”, his aura is much darker, like he’s surrounded by shadows.

[**CH 28] “His form rippled, and suddenly he did not appear to be made of black sludge. Instead it was like he was glitching darkness, his form flickering and rippling at its edges as his eye light thinned to a slit and and his fingers sharpened to claw-like points. Ink caught a glimpse of his teeth and was horrified to see they were unnaturally pointed[.]” [His eye also glows a toxic cyan and he smiles with too many teeth. And his tentacles are unmoving most of the time.]

[**CH 37] “Corrupted's grin grew wider, revealing that his jaw had indeed become unhinged like it was broken.”

[**CH 40] “The shadows that held Ink barely resembled Nightmare anymore. He had merged with the darkness, leaving only a toxic eye light visible as his presence expanded […] smoke-like tentacles […] his sharp-toothed smile, which was far too big to fit on Nightmare's face without breaking it apart, oozed with black sludge.”

[**CH 40 returns him to his regular goop form.]

Dream:

Dream has his “current outfit” (the one with the yellow jacket-tunic thing). In the present he always looks tired and has shadows under his sockets.

[**CH 37] “Actual fire rippled in its wake, burning a violent gold. Four wings tore themselves free of Dream’s back, twisting and writhing like each individual feather was made of golden flames and his facial structure was lost in shuddering fire. His eye sockets filled with fire, burning away his eye lights.

[…] Although Dream’s mouth stayed visible through the flames, his teeth sharpened and his fiery grin grew so wide it froze on his face, unable to falter. The fire was such a thick covering over the remainder of his skull that an initial glance made it seem like that smile was all that was left of his face.

His clothes did not burn but they too became flames, curling and lashing in the air like they were mere moments from bursting out into a firestorm and consuming everything in sight, Dream included. Only his circlet remained solid, incandescent upon his fiery head like a halo that matched the glowing intensity of his wings. It was as though the sun itself had taken the form of a dreadful Angel.”

[**CH 39 returns him to his regular intact outfit.]

[**CH 43 sees a peek of] “…a bit of his collarbone that was blackened like it had been burned by flames,” [we don’t know the extent of the burns]

[**CH 45] “The burn scars were actually one big scar centered on his sternum, right where his soul rested. The bones of his sternum, clavicles, and frontal ribs were blackened like charred wood with a thick, circular shape in the middle. Tendrils spread out like wisps of flame, giving the scar an appearance like a black, stylized sun.”

Blue:

Blue is more “Swap” than “Blueberry”. His kerchief is a darker blue color, and he wears a black-gray Royal Guard-inspired “battle body”, blue gloves, and blue boots. His eye lights are also blue. They become blue stars if he is happy and plain white if he’s terrified. His bone attacks are tinted blue.

[**CH 38] […] the slash through the heart sealed, leaving a deep scar much like the one [Ink] himself had gotten from Horrortale Undyne's spear.

Error:

[CH 2] “[…H]is tear marks stained red-purple by the blood that ran from his sockets.”

[Ch 7] “[…] a bit of a black skull and a single haunting red eye socket was visible. A distorted, yellow-ringed blue eye light stared down at them, observing them in silence, before it shrank to a deranged pinprick.

Black, dust-covered skeletal fingers grasped the edge of the portal, not reacting as the edge cut into his hand and what looked like glitching blood dripped down his phalanges.

His black jacket was torn, with the blue ends of its sleeves splattered with monster dust and specks of brownish-red dried blood. His pants were even more discolored, more gray than black and so stained by what must be blood that they clung to the red bones of his legs. One of his shoes was gone, and the strip of fabric around his neck (which might have been a scarf once) was so tattered it resembled a bloody blue bandage more than anything else. Even with his blue-lined hood pulled up over his skull and covering his face in shadow, he was easy to identify.”

[CH 20] “Error's skull stopped melting but the damage was done. Almost half of his head was gone, leaving only his eye light and a bit of his jaw untouched on that side.”

[CH 22] “[…H]is eye lights, which glowed so brightly they almost looked poisonous.”

[CH 48] “He had also fixed and washed his clothes. […] his scarf was no longer torn.”

[**CH 22] “Most of his mandible and zygomatic arch had been repaired. The hole in his skull wasn't anywhere close to being closed but although the tangle of codes in his skull were still horribly warped, more of the bits that were Error's own were visible.”

[**CH 37] “[…] a jagged scar that went from the top of Error’s repaired eye socket, up his forehead and over the top of his skull, and back around to the front through his jaw, where it curled back up and ended at the bottom of his eye socket. It marked exactly where the damage had once been.”

Geno:

[CH 29] “Geno mostly resembled the average Sans, except for the red scarf, melting eye socket, minor glitches, and the large gash across his chest. […] A line of red dripped from Geno’s mouth.” [The glitches around Geno’s eye can come and go, either on command or due to his emotions (negative emotions adding more glitches).]

[**CH 35] “Geno's chest wound seemed a bit less severe and there wasn't a trickle of blood coming from his mouth anymore.”

[**CH 36] “[…] heal the slash across his chest. His eye socket remained melted”

Fresh:

Prism:

[CH 12] “The other Ink still wore mostly brown, but the outfit was much more elaborate than the simple brown pajamas Ink currently wore. The biggest things Ink noticed were the sash of colored vials across the other's chest and the giant paintbrush at their back. And the reflection had a lovely brown scarf.” [He writes on his scarf like og!Ink]

Solus:

[CH 21] “This Ink's outfit was similar to Prism's but with one distinct difference. Part of the "collar" and ends of his scarf were the deep blue of an integrity soul. The other Ink's sleeves and pants were also torn, revealing most of his arms and sections of his legs.

Black marks were visible all over his bones, with a few peeking up just above his scarf. They weren't simple binary codes like Ink's own marks, he realized. They were scars. Physical scars that someone had painstakingly carved into the other Ink's bones […] curling up his jaw and chin.”

[CH 24] “His brown sleeves were mostly gone, showing most of his arms, while his pleated brown pants were torn enough to reveal bits of his tibias, fibulas, and femurs. His ripped pant legs were uneven, their bottoms stained with a black liquid that could be ink or his own blood. The brown leggings Ink wore under his pants were absent from Solus, leaving the bottom parts of his legs and his feet completely bare.

[…] One of his eye lights often shifted color and shape whenever he blinked, sticking mostly to pastels or a stoic, guarded gray. The other was always the deep blue of an integrity soul no matter what emotions he felt or what shape they became.”

Other canon content for handy reference:

Cross is afraid of cows

Spaghetti is (probably) Ink’s favourite food

Ink scratched himself to the point of bleeding while stuck in his AU

[CH 24] ‘Solus’ did not speak much, instead preferring to use sign language and gestures. When his hands weren’t moving in small, careful motions, they held onto the blue edges of his stained and torn brown scarf or clung to his equally battered and scarred version of Broomie.

[CH 40 Broomie’s magic is…] black for portal creation, which would be useful if Ink's own magic was blocked off again. Brown for shielding simply because Ink liked brown, yes? Purple for enhanced durability to allies. Cyan for non-harmful entanglements. Blue for damage to moving targets. Green for Broomie's own regeneration capabilities only, unfortunately. Yellow for precise distance shots. Orange for damage to targets that were still. Red for purely corrosive splatters that could melt through flesh and bone- and Corruption. [Ink only has black and green magic.]

Broomie is referred to with they/them pronouns

Paprika loves dino egg oatmeal, like UT!Papyrus

Only Ink, Broomie, and Dust can see Phantom Paps. Only Dust can hear him.

If you have any links to other comments Buddy has made about any designs, or other quotes from the text, pls link them so I can add them ty !!!

[dress-my-dragon]

Wasteland Scavenger - 2642194 [Worn by Sandstorm]

ft. Accent: Dracolich by Tec (Riot of Rot 2014)

Keep reading for apparel list!

━ Apparel List (8 pieces)

Scout's Cape

Tanned Rogue Mask

Leather Aviator Satchel

Loamy Garden Trousers

Brass Scale Wingplates

Tanned Rogue Wing Guard

Simple Tail Tatters

Leather Aviator Gloves

[windupiceheart]

ffxivwrite #2 - Bark

wc. 793, Strawbewwy ft. @windupnamazu​ ‘s Solar Tide and @winduphaurchefant​‘s Tomouji Mori

“Boy, if you can break free, follow the setting sun and you will find us.” Those were the last words he would ever hear from his father.

On his tenth summer they tied him to the sacred tree as they did for everyone in the Tumet tribe. Thirteen other children were tied alongside him. Though some of them had already gotten loose immediately after being tied and were running to catch up with the rest of the tribe. 

The boy struggled with all his might. Just you wait, I can break free. I can catch up. But his small frame had failed him. He watched as the other children broke free one by one. Desperate to follow, he used all the power he could muster, only to be let down once again. Frustrated, tears filled his eyes and he let out a loud grunt. The ropes were uncomfortable, and the bark from the tree dug into his skin. I want to go home. 

He tried everything he could think of. He tried to squirm out, he tried to use pure strength, he even tried to use his horns to cut the rope, but it was tied in such a way that he couldn’t reach it. 

Soon it was night. Exhausted, the boy’s eyes flickered closed. As he drifted to sleep, he heard the steps of another one who broke free.

He woke up hungry and thirsty, not having a bite to eat or drop to drink since the morning of the day before. He looked to the left and right of him, checking to see if anyone was still here with him. If anyone was, he could see them, and couldn’t very much go around to check the perimeter of the tree. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Maybe if he were to concentrate all of his power right where he needed it, the ropes would snap and he would be free.

“Hhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” he concentrated really, really hard. “Yahhhh!!!!!” He put every ounce of energy into breaking the ropes. But his efforts were to no avail. He let out a yell. To the right of him, he heard some footsteps. 

“There’s no one left you know.”

“Huh?” The au ra looked up at the boy who appeared in front of him. He knew him. He was one of the other boys in his tribe. He didn’t like him.

“You’re the last one, I checked,” he sneered. “I knew you wouldn’t make it. A tiny flower, you. Smallest of us all. I heard your father tell mine that he didn’t think you would make it out.”

The boy was too tired to say anything back, so he tried to give the meanest eyes he could. The other boy laughed at him and started walking away. As he saw his silhouette get smaller and smaller, he started to sob. No tears came out. 

On the third day, he woke up barely conscious. The glaring sun hit his skin. I can’t do this anymore. This was the end. The boy who mocked him was right. He wasn’t going to break free, he wasn’t going to go home, he would be left tied on this tree. He prayed to the gods that in his next life, he would be bigger and stronger. He closed his eyes and he welcomed the gentle embrace of defeat. 

Before he completely faded into darkness, he felt a cool liquid hit his lips. 

“Are you alright?” The boy weakly opened his eyes as a girl with no horns nor scales tipping her flask of water to his lips. Beside her was an Auri boy with the lightest scales he’d ever seen. The au ra tapped the girl’s arm and started making gestures with his hands. “Yeah, I think that would be a good idea– Oh! You’re awake. I’m Solar and this is Tomouji. We saw you tied to this tree.” 

Tomouji took out a knife out of Solar’s satchel and started cutting through the rope that bound the boy to the tree. The small au ra instantly collapsed. 

“What’s your name?” Solar asked.

“... I don’t have one. “ He sat up slowly. “I was supposed to be named if I broke free from the sacred tree... But I couldn’t. I don’t think I can go home anymore.” 

“Guess you can just come with us!” Solar grinned at him. “It’s just me and Tomouji. And you if you want.” Tomouji smiled warmly at him. The boy sat there not sure what to do. He couldn’t stay on the tree anymore. He couldn’t go home because he was ashamed for not breaking free on his own. Solar offered her hand to him.

“...Okay.” The boy hesitantly put his hand in hers.

[flowercrxwned]

Eve, Mother of Humanity

Guardian and Goddess of Purgatory

HP: ?? (needs to return to purgatory after reaching 0/320 health) MP: ?? LV: 20 AC: 15

Stats:

Strength: 12 Dexterity: 18 Constitution: 19 Intelligence: 20 Wisdom: 16 Charisma: 18

Skills:

PORTAL CREATION/ TELEPORTATION

Eve can create portals for herself or anyone else to where she wants, however the biggest size of her portals is 15 ft. tall and 10 ft. wide. She cannot portal anything else bigger than that. She can make several of them at a time.

SUMMON PURGATORY CREATURES

Eve can summon 2 large purgatory creatures (AC 12) or 5 smaller creatures (AC 10) at once. Any creature summoned needs to be able to fit inside the parameters of her portal capacity. They are one hit, one kill but need to be hit individually unless rolling a nat 20 which will wipe the entire summon.

MOTHER'S PROTECTION (spell)

She can place a barrier of protection over one person for 1-2 turns, that person is immune to any damage that comes their way.

DISAPPOINTMENT (spell)

Mother is disappointed in you. Debuffs the target to reduce next roll by 3. What hit to your self esteem. You should do better. = (

In Purgatory:

Can manipulate purgatory sand into anything she wants.

All creatures within purgatory (aside from collosi) obey her every command

She cannot be hurt while within purgatory

Cannot die unless purgatory is destroyed

Weaknesses:

Low physical strength

Naïve- can be easily manipulated

Has human needs outside purgatory

Items:

Slice of Eden Apple- gives her knowledge of the weakness of one Colossi

Satchel of Purgatory Sand- gives her material to craft with

Affiliation:

Heaven I Hell I None

[hopepetal]

Sorry for the wait. I’m in classes right now. Uh, here it is! (ft. Very Unfamiliar Faces)

Three hunters leaned against a pine tree, staring at the stars. It had not been a good day.

They were supernatural hunters, and good ones. Their quest was simple: bring back a few vampires to auction to the highest bidder. Despite the locals stating the creatures were vicious, the trio had felt prepared. In fact, a friendly guy with curly blond hair had pointed them towards the supernatural’s territory! 

What they were not expecting was five vampires, three fae, and a small girl with quicksilver eyes and bright pink crocs. 

Now the hunters were left for dead. They were so exhausted that all they could do was sit there and wait for relief. In fact, they almost didn’t hear the approaching footsteps.

A young woman with coiled hair stumbled to her feet and drew her sword. 

“Who goes there?” Silence. “Whoever you are, we’re armed, dangerous, and-” A figure emerges from behind the surrounding greenery. The man gasps at the sight. 

One of the fae from earlier pauses in front of them. With a soft pink cardigan and a circlet of buttercups and daisies, it was easy to take her for a weak enemy. The burns on the man’s forearms said otherwise. She carried a satchel and a stern face. 

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She looks over at the woman with the sword. “Please put the sword down, and make this easier for both of us.” The woman glanced at her weapon before dropping it with a soft thud. 

The fae softened. “Thank you. I appreciate not having something sharp pointed at me.” She approached the group before kneeling in front of another woman. Her hair was plastered to her face and neck with blood. Their face was pale, and they were shivering. The fae asked, “What’s your name?” 

“I-it’s Opal.” She gulped. “My name is Opal.” 

“Now Opal, I want you to stay still. This shouldn’t hurt.” 

The fae laid her hands on Opal’s stomach, which had deep scratches from the vampire’s claws. She closed her eyes and began to mutter under her breath. Neon sparks shot out of her hands and danced around the wound. Opal let out a soft moan of pain. The other woman instinctively reached for her sword, but recoiled after a stern look from the fae. 

Soon, the wound had sealed up, leaving fresh pink skin in its place. Opal breathed a sigh of relief, the color returning to her skin.

“Thank you, for doing,” -they motioned broadly with their hands- “whatever that was.” 

“I closed the wound up, but it’s still prone to re-opening,” the fae said. She pulled some bandages and gauze wrap out of her satchel. “Let me wrap it up for you, then I’ll take care of your friends.” 

After everyone was successfully healed, Stress produced a plate of bread, cheese, and various small vegetables. 

“Eat. You need it.”

 The man, previously hesitant, immediately reached over and grabbed a handful of cheese cubes. He popped one in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. 

“Mmm, gouda. Haven’t had any in years!” He swallowed before continuing. “Oh, and the name’s Marc. If we’re still doing that.”

 The swordswoman made a weird-looking wrap out of lettuce, cheese, and baby tomatoes. She nodded her thanks to the fae before saying, “And I’m Fern. Opal,” -she gestured to the woman- “is my soulmate.” Opal, who was enthusiastically chowing down on a self-made sandwich, nodded violently. 

The fae smiled softly. “Nice to meet you,” she said. 

In that moment, it was easy to forget that the two groups were mortal enemies. A small picnic, spread underneath the stars. The eagerness of the hunters to tell the fae their names. The trust the women had when telling her about their soulbinding. Perhaps, in another world, this would be where a friendship began. 

The fae tapped the plate on the grass to remove the crumbs before placing it back in her satchel. She stood up slowly as the stern look returned to her face. 

“Now, if you don’t mind, get the fuck out of my territory.”

-Nonny

OH MY GOODNESS NONNY THIS IS AMAZING

AND THE TRIO!!! OH MY GOSH!!! THE LESBIANS AND MARC!!! OH WOW

this is so good nonny oh my goodness gracious I love this so so much

[therappundit]

THE PUNDIT's PICKS: Best of 2024, Mid-Year Round-Up [*Part 1*]

Part 1 of 1,403.

Hey folks, it's been a while. Life is hectic, and I'm too old to have any idea who still uses a Tumblr account in 2024...but the good news is that I'm also too old to care. At this point I'm just going to keep doing this so that I'm able to track the onslaught of great new music that drops month to month, and also to appreciate the rare occasion when I can connect with a lesser known indy artist that's still young enough in the game to truly appreciate a shout-out for their talent, regardless of whether or not the writer doing the shouting has a large enough audience to make a direct impact on their financial future.

I can't believe we're approaching the midpoint of the year and this is my first song list of 2024. That being said, please believe this infreency has nothing to do with the volume of great music that's already been released this year. Quite the contrary, there have been a number of noteworthy albums, highlights, and even headline news (hey did you guys hear about that Drake & Kendrick feud from last month?). This year in rap has proven to be unpredictable in some of the best ways possible, continuing the trend of having attention grabbing music bubble up from the underground, but also paired with a number of interesting MC's from all over the globe with mainstream star potential that are making some noise in their respective circles.

In time, I believe 2024 will be remembered as a triumphant year for rap music, perhaps even a turning point for the genre (in terms of where we go from here). I'm here to provide some examples of some of my favorite songs of the year thus far. Keep in mind, this is just my first list, with plenty more planned to come (so please do not consider this list as all-inclusive of "the best" songs of the year, just the first batch)....here's *Part 1*, in no particular order:

"I'm G (OMG)" - Blu & Shafiq Husayn feat. Chuuwee & Born Allah

"Free Jesus" - Mike Shabb feat. Navy Blue

"expensive piss" - shemar & Child Actor

"Marlanna" - Rapsody

"30" - JID & Conductor Williams

"SONJE" - Mach-Hommy

"Memoriam pt. 2" - Sleep Sinatra feat. desde

"Put The Word In" - Jay Cinema & Chow

"Yea Yea" - Star Bandz

"Mountain Goat" - DJ Lucas & DVNTBEATS

"Cave In" - Yo OG

"Oh Wow" - Deleteeglitch feat. Denmark Vessey

"Stories" - Ol' Burgers Beats feat. JVon & Vuyo

"See The Sunset" - Nick Satchel & Dp0mmy

"Pliers" - Previous Industries

"I Ain't Hidin" - Myaap feat. Mg Sleepy

"Pokemon Trainer" - Papo2oo4

"Illegal" - Chuck Strangers

"Humpty" - Semiratruth

"Doves" - Armand Hammer feat. Benjamin Booker

Thanks for peepin', catch you again next week (or month? Haven't decided yet)...

[chalterdh22]

Chapter 24:  Who is He?

As we sped through the open plains, I started to see the city lights appear.  Dusk was upon us now, but still, plenty of time to do some shopping.  He pulled us up next to the town center.  I jumped off, picked up the kid and started my way into one of the shops.  “Remember, we have credits here.”  Din commented.  AKA, don’t pay for anything.

“Yes, I remember!”  I yelled back over my shoulder.  I didn’t see which way he went and honestly didn’t care.  I wanted to be out and feel normal for a few minutes with my favorite little gremlin.  When we walked in, I saw a cute little satchel, one that a small, green child would fit in.  “Ooooo!”  I said as I walked over to it.  It wasn’t fancy by any means, but had some burnt reds, oranges, and splashes of teal all over it.  I put it on and put Grogu down.  “What do you think kid?  I think you would fit nicely in here too.  You wanna try it out?” 

“Gaaah!”  he said, raising his arms.  I picked him back up, put him in it and twirled around! 

“I think it’s a keeper.  I know it’s not food, but something fun every now and then is good, right?” 

“Right!”  I spun around, not recognizing that voice that agreed with me.  A man stood there, tall, dark, chiseled.  Wow, he actually took my breath away, which I’m not sure has never happened.  I gave him a small smile as I walked towards him.

“Thanks!”  I said.  Almost sheepishly. 

“The colors suit your personality I think.”  Wait, what did that mean.  I scrunched my face a bit and gave him some eyes.  “In a great way I mean.”  He started walking towards me, talking more with his hands.  “I just mean that’s a good look for you.”  I started to blush a little.  “What’s your name?

“Suri.”

“Hi Suri, I’m Trevo.  Nice to meet you.”  He reached out his hand for a shake, which I obliged with a nice smile.  He then looked at Grogu.  “Hey there squirt!  You look comfortable!”

“Yeah, he’s attached to me,” I laughed cornily.  He chuckled as well.

“What are ya’ll doing after you finish shopping, may I ask?”

“No plans really.  Probably just head back home and chill.”  I was totally flirting with this guy!!!  And it was fun!  I kind of forgot about this part of my life.  But here stands this 6 ft, brown tanned skin, slightly, curvy hair, hazel eyes, beautiful smile, and some stubble on his face. 

“That’s cool.   I was going to head over to Water’s Edge if you wanted to join me.  The little guy can come too.”

“Uh, I would like to, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” 

He leaned in a little to whisper.  “You’re not wanted or anything, are ya?”  He asked with a big smile.

Giggling, I responded confidently, “Nah, nothing like that.  I just probably have to get him home soon.  I need to finish getting some food first though, and you’re distracting me!”  I joked. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be a distraction to you.  How about I wait outside.  You finish your shopping and maybe we can just take a walk for a bit?  Is that ok?”  I looked quickly outside as the suns were setting.  Mando should be coming back soon, so maybe I can hand Grogu off to him and take that walk.

“That sounds nice.  I’ll see you soon then.”  He started walking away and boy did I like to see him leave….  I sighed.  “Well buddy, let’s get some food so we can get out of here.”

After going down a few aisles collecting the necessities, I went to the counter to pay.  I told him who I was with, but that I wanted to pay for the satchel.  The attendant was nice.  I turned to leave and Mando came walking in.  “Do you have everything you need?”  He looked down at my new bag.

“Uh, yeah.  Definitely.  And a little extra purchase for myself.  Don’t worry!  I paid for this with my own credits!”  I gave him the bags of food, which weren’t a ton and then I took Grogu out and put him down.  “Ya know, I kind of want to stay here a little longer and just take a walk.  I can go back to the main station compound.  There are extra beds there.  I’ll head back in the morning.”

Even though I couldn’t see his face, he seemed confused, but didn’t say anything.  So, I started walking towards the door.  Crap, I really didn’t want either of them to see each other, so I quickly walked to the side door.  Din followed, still not saying anything.  We walked up to his speeder.  I helped load the bags and Grogu and took a step back.  “So, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”  He continued to stare.  “What?”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to see the city at night and check out different places.  Maybe meet some new people.  You said this was a safe place.  Plus, I could use a little R and R after today.”  He wasn’t buying it, but everything I said was true.  “Ok then.  Have a nice night.” 

I walked back around through the store and out the other door where Trevo was leaning against the doorway waiting.  “Ok, I’m ready.”

“Where’s your little guy at?”  he asked, looking around.

“I dropped him off at a friend’s place.  I also gave them my food to watch over, so I didn’t have to carry everything around.  I need some me time anyway.”  We started to walk together further into the city.

“Smart!”  As we walked, I kept looking up and over at him.  It was like I just couldn’t get enough of how handsome of a man he actually was!  And he had a great personality.  Ok, well I didn’t know for sure yet, but my instincts told me he did!

“So, what brings you out here?”  I asked.

“Just traveling through.  I have some family on a few planets over, so this was a safe place to break I heard.  You?”

Ooooo, how much do I say?  “Well, I’m staying with a friend for a while.  I’m trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.”  I said sarcastically.

“Nice!  What are you now?”

“Nothing really.  I help my mom on another planet with her business, but I haven’t found a home place for me yet.  I really like it here though, so I might start looking.”

“This is a nice place.  As nice of a place as I’ve seen around.”  We started to turn a corner.  There was Water’s Edge.  It looked like a restaurant, bar, music place.  It was busy but not packed.  We walked in a found a high top next to the bar where a waiter greeted us.  “What can I buy you?”

“Um, could I please have a philo ruby please?” 

“Sure,” the waitress said.  “And what about you, sweety?”

“Same.  Thank you.”  She smiled sweetly at him.  How could she not.  She was definitely older than us, but he had such a natural charm about him that appealed to people of all ages.  He leaned in close to me.  “I’ve never actually had one, so this better be good.”

I laughed.  “Well, I hope you like it.  It’s on the sweeter side and very citrusy.”  I just kept smiling at him.  I couldn’t wipe it off my face.  It was like I never flirted with before!  The waitress brought the drinks, and we thanked her.

“Well, here’s to new friends in new places.”  He said and held up his glass with mine.

“Cheers.”  We both took a sip and he looked at me and leaned in. 

“This is the best drink I’ve ever had….” he said, smiling still.  My thoughts exactly.

[jawbonejoe]

Part one of my fifth year in a row making Mom’s Thanksgiving (Code Name: First Turkey)

Ft. List, first shop and list redux after I forgot it on the second shop and @incurablenecromantic had to get Mom to send us a picture

Also my genius herb satchel pinned with a toothpick in lieu of butchers twine which fell apart almost immediately

[winniewon]

the less likable goonies

ft @xkilljxy @notwaldenpond @xavecamour @hauntedscreams

"where's alexander?"

the question hung in the quiet air for only a brief moment between the four third year deviants huddled at the door of the slytherin common room in tense anticipation before one finally cleared his throat and reminded them.

"it's a full moon."

which meant alexander zabini, the aforementioned sage of all things secret, would not be joining them on this little outing. he had regularly scheduled lunatic undertakings of a less capital variety to sort.

"aw, tits." "I'm sure that's what he'll be seeing." "ha!"

the boys jostled about in their ribbing, but a slightly more feminine figure grew bored and forcefully shoved open the dungeon door. it groaned and swung so that the uncharmed air chilled their cheeks, and she started slinking down the corridor at a steady pace, expecting to be followed.

"and he already told me everything he fucking knows."

a scarred hand gestured back at antonin dolohov who raised a folded parchment containing a suspiciously acquired set of blueprints as if to punctuate that blunt statement with proof. he was a particularly handsome boy even in the midst of puberty with long raven locks that framed his equally dark features. yet, he revealed nothing with his expression but a sardonic indifference to their chaotic surroundings.

"why'd he tell you?" to his left was walden macnair. a chubby cheeked kid who had obviously just hit a growth spurt and was still trying to figure out this new wingspan. still, they all knew he had at least two hatchets strapped to the belt underneath his cloak and physically could not contain the excited expression on his face for anything.

damocles belby stood exhausted to the far right. the leather satchel hoisted over his shoulder clattered and tinked with every step much to his apparent annoyance. he had rings under his eyes and his hair was slightly disheveled (or perhaps hadn't ever been styled), but the collar sat flat against his well-fitting sweater vest and his pants were perfectly pressed. he sighed.

"ooh, probably since I have excessive experience in memorizing the security patterns of high level enterprises for this specific purpose with less than a twenty-four hour time frame, and, let's see, can you remember what the fuck we had for breakfast today?"

"winnie-"

guinevere montague, more commonly known as winnie, turned on her heel without breaking pace, stepping blindly backwards with as much confidence as one would sprint down a racetrack. a scrawny and sleek spit of thing that beneath the heinous scarring and tattoos most would mistake for a girl at first glance, and perhaps she was once, but that part of her seemed to have already died before anyone here met her.

"now, now. give him a proper chance." she chided.

"I didn't even get to eat breakfast." "we definitely had toast."

one voice drowned out the other as the two persons who remained unasked answered her question instead. the wicked, wily smile that winnie wore was ill fit for the lovely, young face that bore it. "see? they have absolutely no faith in you, and for the fucking record, antonin had toast, you had eggs, I had both and also dam's pastry."

walden chuckled as they scrambled out of the castle and headed towards the forbidden forest without any interference. "I don't get it. was I supposed to remember breakfast? it was lunch that was fun."

luckily, antonin managed to get the schedule regarding the prefects rounds for this particular evening, and damocles happily spent half of his monthly allowance to bribe some kids with arranged alibi's for the lot of them. meanwhile, walden ensured an 'incident' in the greenhouse to thoroughly distract the majority of the staff.

it should have been a straight shot through the woods to a clearing just past the barrier enchantment that prevented any magical means of travel to and from the school where winnie previously hid a portkey meant to take them to straight into gringotts. it should have been, but then again, it was a full moon. a panicked voice erupted from the shrubbery.

"get down!"

[carternardis]

❝ Storyteller ❞ ✧ FT. ᴋᴇᴏɴʜᴇᴇ

For the ever so patient @keonheemp

Even though Carter loved his new job, his off days were his favorite - those were the days where he could walk about the island, with his little satchel and his writing supplies. So far he'd been able to go to the park and the beach, where he heard from a friend about the theater.

'Performing Arts Center' he corrected himself in his head. How exciting!

He walked to the beat of Interpol's Evil, bobbing his head along with the silliest of grins on his face and a skip to his step and soon enough, the majestic building shone bright under the sun. Carter stopped for a second to admire its design —a habit formed thanks to his mother— before heading inside. Silence greeted him and he could see no one in sight. "Hello?" He called out and waited for a couple minutes and got no response.

See, he wasn't someone to break rules, but scurrying past them? Absolutely.

He looked around once more to make sure no one saw him before tiptoeing his way to where the stage was, opening a couple doors before finding the right one and it was as magical as he thought it would be. The lights were off but he didn't need them, he never needed light to see through the shadows of the world. The place was bigger than he expected, but that just made for a bigger adventure and the excitement made him break aglow; if anyone were to see him from afar, he might've looked like a lone firefly dashing through the night.

He hurried down the rows and toward the stage, stumbling his way onto it and sitting right in the middle, music blaring through his airpods as he wrote away in his journal the new story of a star sailor lost at sea while ignoring the world around him.

[chicbychoicethebrand]

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