#ghost did not sit in the back but yknow what

[callsign-coolsquirrel]

Roaches first mission

that mission in brazil sucks so bad but the content is so worth it

[aarghstop]

sorry there is SO MUCH text in the tags .. i definitely shouldve just put this in a regular post but . i didnt. its too late.. ive committed to this.

the whole "doflamingo has always been evil" thing doesn't sit right with me. idk. maybe it's because i think the environment during childhood is what shapes someone's personality, especially if there's a traumatic experience. and call me crazy, but perhaps being raised in a world full of supremacists and classists with an extreme god complex can affect your views on the world and yourself at a very early age. and perhaps i'm being a bit insane here, but, like, idk. maybe being fucking tied up and tortured and seeing everything you love burnt down to ashes while a whole town tells you you're evil for your mere existence could make you develop a hatred towards them. and, wow! maybe i'm saying something wild, but if you're taking care of your little brother and an older man tells you you're the chosen one to create a fucking mafia and he boosts your god complex to an insane, unhealthy, and almost grooming-like extent, of fucking course you're gonna end up like doflamingo.

but idk, call me crazy.

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hello! Hi! Im quite happy tonight lol between @shadowfuka here's the draw of Ghost shi qingxuan!

Be the judge buddy >;p i hope y'all like this little Fanart i made of my own fanfic! With that imma hop onto the fanfic!

Chapter 4: meeting again

Xie lian, hua cheng and shi qingxuan all shared their deserved diner

After this they went to sleep, hua cheng and xie lian sharing the same bed again it obviously became an habit while on the other hand shi qingxuan was in the guest room however he could not find sleep imediatly so he stared mostly outside looking at the nature around and falling asleep beside's the stair's of the front of puqi shrine,

In the morning the Sun ray's woked shi qingxuan up he wasnt really hungry but he decided to prepare breakfast for xie lian and hua cheng he wasnt expecting any special reaction about it from hua cheng he was more doing it for his friend as a part of pay back for his past help he had offered, not too long After xie lian woke up walking toward's the kitchen to shi qingxuan

XL:"i could've made breakfast y'know you dont need to work or do chore's around" he said feeling a bit awkward

SQX:"pff-" waving his hand "dont worry about it and i wanted to Cook breakfast since you two were still asleep i didnt wanted to bother" he said smiling looking for a minute at his friend before putting his attention back on the food he was cooking

XL:"how-..how does it feel?"

SQX:"huh?" Confused by the question his Friend had just asked

XL:"like uh- yknow? Dying and being a Ghost like- how did it felt? How do you feel?" He said smiling awkwardly

SQX:"since when did you figure it out? But i suppose i cant really hide it well yet, and didnt you asked hua cheng that? He's a Ghost even better he's a Ghost king" he say's joyfull as his usual self extending his arm's up making dramatising gestures

XL:"no i didnt asked him i usually dont it feel's kind of awkward and personnal to Ask someone 'bout their death" fidgeting with his finger's looking down a little

SQX:"hm well i suppose i could tell you, however my death wasnt really tragic unlike other people's that either die saving someone or on war or protecting someone you should know you said it yourself that i was sick gotta admit it felt like torture staying back there sitting and not being able to properly digest my food like literally! I couldnt even move!" He say's a bit annoyed about it "i was already slow because of my limbs which by the way dont really hurt anymore cant deny the pain is still a tiny bit present i dont know why or how so i keep the bandage's just incase who know's but as for my death, first my injuries were pretty Bad and barely had even healed of course and seccond i suppose the illness got me.." he said pausing for minute

A silence fell for a little while, while these minute's xie lian was preparing the bowl's for their breakfast seeing that shi qingxuan was almost done

XL:"i wish i had came back and picked you up" he said with a sad tone

SQX:"naaaa! I didnt even feel my death i just closed my eye's one morning After waking up and..poof! I was a soul!" He say's with a brighter tone bringing the rice and putting some in each bowl's not really filling his enough

XL:"sooo you didnt feel anything?" Tilting his head

SQX"nope! Not even a pinch!" Saying proudly putting the vegetables on the rice with an omelette

XL:"why did you became a Ghost then? You're not one to want vengeance and your brother is-" he shutted his mouth before saying one more word

SQX:"yeah well i thought i would pass on After all there was nothing else to do but,.." he paused thinking about that moment for a minute until he got snapped out of his thought's

XL:"but?" He said looking at shi qingxuan who's smile had wore off because of his thought's

SQX:"i saw a black silhouette looking at me with golden eye's" he say's seriously "you're probably thinking i imagined it but i didnt" he stopped seeing xie lian wanting to speak and without loosing a second he exclaimed what he was thinking

XL:"wait! So you're saying, black water sinking ship"

SQX:"mhm"

XL:"the one that traumatised you and killed your brother!," he exclaimed louder

SQX:"yeeesssssss i mean my brother was kinda going insane obviously but i still love him of course he'll always stay my ge'" he answered

XL:"why would that one person Come see you it's odd" he paused thinking with his usual thinking pose while hearing hua cheng waking and sitting at the table too and shi qingxuan starting to munch on his food

HC:"it doesnt look like what you usually Cook gege" he said looking at xie lian snapping him out of his hard thinking

XL:"oh!- yes, that's because i didnt made it shi qingxuan did he didnt wanted to bother us since he woke up before us" smiling at hua cheng finally taking the bowl and eating it without any more word's hua cheng on the other hand looked like a kid a picky eater toying a bit with his vegetables even so he still ate a little bit of it since xie lian seemed to appreciate the food

However soon enough hua cheng felt a stare and looked in the direction of shi qingxuan raising an eyebrow looking at his bowl seeing that he was empty, he tried to ignore the stare of this..New ghost but he couldnt shake it off and put down his chopsticks turning his head to shi qingxuan which had now a side smile and he started glaring back, not giving up shi qingxuan continued his stare and with that they continued their stare glare fight while sometimes breaking it to answer xie lian

In the morning shi qingxuan went off in the forest wanting to explore while hua cheng insisted that xie lian stay's and pass Time together, soon the afternoon came shi qingxuan was coming back while hua cheng was displeased with the presence of a so said 'ghost king' he looked more like a angry fish to hua cheng's eye's, xie lian however tried to make him at home but he'd refuse to enter puqi shrine as to not get more debt from hua cheng

Hua cheng and he xuan were kinda bickering seeing who would Snap at who first like a competition, when suddenly someone got Heard from a far sounding like as if they were running back

SQX:"your highness look what i got!-" he'd exclaim happily to then stop straight infront the three of them seeing he xuan up close again made him feel, fear, with a mix of a bit of happiness and didnt quite know how to act

Xie lian came toward's his friend continuing his talk "what is it what you got?" He answered as if to change his thought's

Shi qingxuan looked at xie lian for a little and then openned outer robe a bit a little white bird peeking his head out

XL:"he look's adorable! You shouldnt take animal's like that though he's a wild bird!"

SQX:"i do what i want" saying proudly "beside's he's the one that came on my shoulder he was cold so i putted him in there" petting the bird's head

He xuan just observed he didnt know why hua cheng asked him to come and seeing qingxuan standing right there wasnt feeling right, he was sure to have seen him die that day, that morning

Suddenly hua cheng coughed a little bit only to bring the attention to him "he xuan i asked you to come because thi- his highness's 'friend'. Wanted to see you dont make me do it twice." He said with a strict tone grabbing xie lian bringing him inside not wanting to deal anymore with these two he had already beared shi qingxuan's presence long enough he had even dared to cook breakfast instead of his highness saying that he was pissed would be an understatement

Both of the ghost's stared at the door that had been slammed shut right infront their nose, they both felt awkward not knowing how to start the conversation something qingxuan was usually good at, for once he xuan started talking first

HX:"so you're not dead?" Talking with the same monotone tone as before

SQX:"actually- i am-" he answered awkwardly fidgeting with his finger's

HX:"qingxuan" he sighed crossing his arm's "why are you here dont tell me it was to see me because as far as i can tell your body is against being near me." He said coldly not looking away

and he wasnt wrong qingxuan's hand's were horribly shaking he still tried to hide it by putting his hand's behind his back and smile a forcefull smile he didnt know why he couldnt just smile right now, "well i thooought we could probably start over? Our friendship, i wanna get to know you" he exclaimed with a bit of a shaky voice

HX:"sure." Still cold still monotone no change's "but i dont recall you having a home"

SQX:"i'll build my own house we could share it!-" he said determined and bold while the bird flew off back into the wild where he belong

He xuan take a sigh before walking off with an instant shi qingxuan was right behind him following

SQX:"he xuan where are you goooiiiiing!? Wait for me!" His bad leg betraying right on that moment falling face flat down on the dirt

He xuan stopped and looked back amused at the sight but keeping a neutral face, walking back toward him handing out a hand as to help him get up shi qingxuan accepted the help of course a bit embarrassed about falling down like toddler that barely knew how to walk

HX:"your leg isnt healed isnt it?" Looking down at the Bad leg that qingxuan was keeping up

SQX:"uhm, well it depend on the time sometime's it does hurt sometime's it doesnt" he answered to then saying lowly "i didnt thought it would hurt right now, its embarrassing it was fine until now"

HX:"you Can walk or do you need a stick?" He raised an eyebrow looking at him

SQX:"i'd rather die than keep a walking stick by my side!" He exclaimed with a pouting face

HX:"..you are already dead idiot" slapping gently qingxuan's back head

SQX:"hey!"

After a little while of fighting and chatting which was as usual only qingxuan talking he xuan made a teleportation array to a nice spot and offered qingxuan to live in a small but big enough house that had been abandonned there,

He wasnt much of a builder so he agreed and so their journey together started.

Imma stop here i feel like i wrote longer than usual! However i loved writing this chapter my creativity just kept flowing lol x)

[bomber-grl]

Flufftober 2024

Day 4: Ghost stories

Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!Reader

Mentions of alcohol

Whispers have been going around camp the last few days now that you and Leo have been back from Indiana just for the weekend.

You’ve only been able to hear a few words here and there before the people you were eavesdropping on noticed and quickly ran away.

Finally, you had enough and approached another camper, asking what was going on. An easy victim was quickly found in the Pegasus stables as it left no where to run.

At last you had the piece of information you had so desperately needed, plus you also understood why there was so much secrecy.

Initially everyone had been whispering on about ghosts and stuff, not that they were present as they were quickly found out to be just rumors.

Only that a new things had emerged from it, a “party” in the woods after curfew tomorrow, aka Saturday. Why it had to be kept secret was so obvious, the harpy’s and Chiron alike would have your heads (only the harpys, Chiron would just make your ears bleed) if they found out.

With this new information you quickly abandoned your place in the strawberry fields (despite them being horribly out of season) and made your way to the forgery to alert Leo that you were both going, just to listen to drama of course.

-

It was now after dark and you quietly and cautiously snuck out of your cabin (god forbid any of your siblings might’ve heard (if you had any))

You began going through the woods based on pure instinct because you were way too close to the others and a flashlight would’ve drawn way too much attention for comfort.

You could’ve sworn you heard a few twigs hear and there snapping not to far behind you. Still, you paid them no mind, if anything happened you could just apprehend whoever was there.

Finally you turned to your left, at this point just hoping that you’re close to the supposed “bonfire” that was going to happen. Let’s just say wandering in the dark alone was less than ideal.

“Boo!” from your left a figure suddenly shot out of a bush. It was embarrassing but you admittedly did get jumpscared.

“Ughh Leo!” You pushed his shoulder and ushered him out of the bush. His hair was all messy, presumably from hiding in the bush and you quickly took it upon yourself to get the twigs out.

He let out this weird little giggle and smirked, “you love me, just say it”

“Shut up and let’s go you dummy” you walked hand in hand with Leo further down the path and finally made it.

It was hard to see it at first with all the mist, charms, and illusions placed over it like a veil by the Hecate and Morpheus kids. They were really taking the extra precautions of not getting caught, especially since there was booze. (The Dionysus kid in the corner gave it away)

You two took a seat on a log (rather you sat and Leo rested his head on your lap), others were situated around and besides you just drinking away when Chiara, a child of Tyche began a tale.

When she cleared her throat and announced her topic of conversation, everyone went quiet.

Her eyebrows quirked up and began to move in an animated way. “Yknow supposedly the whole “ghost” and supernatural thing was dubbed just a rumor, but what happened to me just other day would prove that wrong.”

There was a sudden harsh wind and a shiver ran down your back, you should’ve brought a sweater. You also could’ve sworn you heard something to your distant left.

But, she continued, “there I was, it was after capture the flag and I had left some weaponry that I had only remembered to get once it got dark..”

She trailed off, the thought of monsters and such being around you in the dark was terrifying ironically enough.

Finally you snapped back for a moment, luckily she was still going on.

“And you know what I found?” She tried her best to make it spooky, and as much as you wish it didn’t, it was working.

“Let me guess, your mom?” Damian White and child of Nemesis who was sitting right besides her finally spoke his first retort of the night. Gosh it’s a wonder how they still haven’t gotten together yet. (Hinting at canon)

“It was obviously a rhetorical question Damian-“ “yea well why would you even be telling this tale if you’re so lucky?-“

Their conversation sort of trailed off but then it went silent when the sound of running was the only thing heard. And it was going straight at you guys.

Leo finally got up from his position on your lap and turned to you, sort of bunching up to be as close as possible to you. “Do you think it’s the ghost?” Despite him whispering that question, everyone else heard and began panicking.

The fact that you were all well equipped demigods seemed to have eluded you at the moment, you all shivered and stared into the abyss of darkness, awaiting your fate.

Slowly, a hoof then another and another and another emerged from said darkness, the bonfires light illuminating the being in front of you.

Chiron had been the one making the noise, and was also the one person who you had all been hiding from.

The funny thing was that he was in his pjs, he had obviously already been ready for bed and your little shenanigans (?) had ruined it.

“I-I thought there were charms up!” Somehow the Dionysus kid from earlier was suddenly sober and thinking the same thing you were.

Instead of the Hecate kid answering Chiron answered for her, “Mist is a great tool, not so great to use against a being that’s had enough time to see through it.”

With that your “party” was disbanded and you all went back to your cabins with hefty punishment in your futures.

There was really no way to run, especially with Chiron behind you all as you walked back to camp.

Still, it was funny seeing Leo shiver like a leaf the whole way back.

You brought your covers up and let out a breath, the day was over and you were best. This time around you were staying in bed and not sneaking off.

Except, maybe.. somehow you managed to sneak Leo in and had him there next to you all cuddled up. He was scared, you had to! (He wasn’t anymore)

You have better enjoyed that because the next morning was filled with punishment after punishment. Plus it was humiliating to be dogged on by the other campers, had to stop yourself from strangling someone the whole day.

[mostlymaudlin]

important question: how do you think neil/the other foxes felt the next holiday season they had together??? what did the inside of neils head look like on new year’s eve as he remembered what he was doing that time the year before yknow

i love when people ask me questions abt my hcs like this <3

i kind of wrote a NYE flash fic last year! it's not very introspective tho. neil is just happy and getting a smooch :)

however, you got me thinking about how that juxtaposition would be for neil during the holidays. it got more christmas-y than NYE-ish though, so apologies if you're not rly into xmas... I'm usually not either lol. buuuuuut i wrote this:

🎄 merry & bright 🎄

andreil, rated t, 400 words / ao3 series: flashes of intimacy

There are no flights this year. No Exy, either. Wymack changed the codes to the court before he and Abby left to celebrate the holidays in the Bahamas. Neil does have one new wound: a paper cut he received while Nicky taught him how to wrap presents. It’s deep enough to need a bandaid, but not enough that he’ll remember it this time next year — not the way Evermore haunts the edges of Neil’s mind.

The memories come to him in hazy fractures, seconds-long intrusions that make his stomach roil. The phantom of the Ravens’ grueling schedule is messing with his sleep. Neil tries to lie still in the dark bedroom, but he keeps Andrew up too. Or maybe Andrew just has his own ghosts. Regardless, Andrew wraps himself around Neil from behind until late in the night, a silent commitment to rest even if sleep itself won’t come.

Those are just moments, though; blips in a winter break spent at the Columbia house. The present day is lazy and cheerful and warm enough to chase away the chill of the past.

“Are you having fun, Neil?” Nicky asks.

They’re in the living room, and the space is lit only by the television and the colorful lights on the tree. Earlier, when they’d driven around looking at other people’s Christmas lights, Neil had to sit half in Erik’s lap in order to cram four people in the backseat of the car. The lights were pretty. One house had taxidermy deer that disgusted Kevin but fascinated Aaron. Another had a sign with instructions to tune into a radio station where they were broadcasting music that synced up to the lights flashing on the house. Some of the streets they drove down were lined with houses lit up so brightly that it nearly gave the illusion of daylight.  

Andrew pokes Neil in the cheek, bringing him back to the present once more. Nicky stares at him expectantly. There’s a mug of cooled cocoa in his hands. The credits roll on a claymation movie that Neil had only sort of watched through drooping eyelids. Andrew’s arm is a heavy, warm weight across the back of Neil’s shoulders, and his fingers occasionally trace the seams of Neil’s shirt. He hasn’t let go of Neil since they got home.

“Yeah,” Neil says. Nicky grins. Andrew draws circles against Neil’s shoulder. “Thanks. I really am.”

[synthleeius]

Tickletober day 4 - weak spot

skipped out on yesterday srry omg. i wrote the intro and then got SO unmotivated it was fucked up but enjoy rhis

Pairing; lee!gwen lee!hobie (PLATONIC)

When people have bad days, they usually don't like to make it known to people. But.. when Gwen swung into the window and slammed it shut behind her, it wasn’t too hard to tell.

“You ‘right, Gwenny?” Hobie asked with a curious tone, glancing up from.. whatever he was doing. It was hard to tell with the mess of mechanical parts scattered across the table.

“I'm great. Amazing, even.” She grumbled, bending down and untying the shoes she borrowed from her temporary roommate.

“If you say so.” The taller shrugged, going back to fiddling with the robotical parts in front of him. He was interested, dare say worried.. but, he wasn't one to push it. Gwen looked back, siding her mask off before sitting down on the busted up couch next to Hobie.

“..What are you doing, anyways?” The spider-ghost asked, staring at the bits and bobs he had. “Stuff.” He shrugged, seemingly a bit distracted. “Did ‘ya wanna talk ‘bout it, then?”

“Nothing to talk about, just.. bad day. Like, really bad.” She admitted quietly, pulling her knees up to her chest. Hobie let out an understanding hum, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He was still mostly focused on his little project, sneaking glances at the girl once and a while before speaking up.

“So what, you jus’ wanna watch me? Bit stalker-ish, don't ‘ou think?” The comment made Gwen chuckle softly, rolling her eyes. “See, that's why we can’t have nice things.”

“Whatdou’ you mean by that, huh? You sayin’ that we’ve never had good times? I beg to differ.”

“You're putting words in my mouth!” She exclaimed, shoving his torso with her elbow. Even with the playful banter going on, Hobie noticed she was at least laughing.

“Yeah, and ‘our the one laughin’ ‘bout it, ay? Bit rude I think.” He responded, finally pulling his arms away from his work and pulling Gwen closer to him.

“Yeah, whatever yo-..” Gwen paused at the rare affection, letting a final laugh out before dropping her weight onto him. “Whatever you say.”

For once in her life, she didn't hear a snarky come back from Hobie like she usually would. She looked up with a concerned look, tilting her head. “..Your looking at me weird.”

“Yknow, you don't need to worry about me– wait. hobie, no.” Her worry soon morphed into a giddy expression, shoving his hands away from her torso. She knew that look too well to do nothing.

“I ain’t even done nothin’ yet!” Hobie laughed, holding her in place. “If ‘our not gonna talk ‘bout it, I gotta find a way to cheer you up don’t I?”

“Ihi’m fine!” She assured him, “amazing, actually!”

“That's what ‘ou said when you walked in, remember? Can’t be usin’ the same old excuses Gwendy, cohome out of it now.” He let out a chuckle at the playfulness, his fingers curling up against her sides.

“Hohobie!” She giggled loudly, half from the anticipation and the other half from the sensations. He was barely touching her, too.

“Yeah, what?” He asked, more focused on his hands than her words. His hands laid flat out on either side of her ribs, his fingers gently scratching over the spider suit. “See, this is what I’ve been teachin’ that Miles kid. use your whole hand, not just your fingers. You heard from him?”

“Stohop!” She whined, pulling her hood over her face to end just below her bottom lip. “Come on, can’t just leave me hangin’ like that. Answer my question, yeah?”

“Ihi hahave! Yehesterday- that's so bahad Hobie!” Gwen arched her back away, squirming in his hold, “Sohomewhere else!”

“Is it stop or somewhere else? You gotta pick one, can’t do both can I?” He replied snarkily, but still complied and switched to spider his fingertips down to her hips.

Her laugh died down a bit, but not to a complete stop. “Hah.. yohour hohorible!” She giggled, “evil, evehen.”

“I'm evil? I'm Spiderman. I think I'm angelic, actually.” He said with a scoff, squeezing her sides. “And, ‘our pretty rude yourself yknow. You slammed my window!”

“Ihi didnt mean too! Juhust- cahan you stohop that?” Gwen rolled her eyes, her body repeatedly flinching away everytime Hobie played out the motion of swiping his thumbs up to reach her stomach before travelling back down.

“Nah, don’t think I will. I’m comfy like this, thanks though Gwendy.” Hobie said as if her request was merely an offer to him, before moving up to scratch his nails in the middle of her tummy.

The girl gasped, her giggles shortly turning into a full blown laugh after. “This your spot then, ay Gwen? Ironic.”

“fuhuhuck yohou– shihit!” She whined, her legs kicking out against the arm of the couch

“HohobiHIE! stohopstohop- Yohou fuhuhucker!”

“you fuckkkeer!” Hobie mocked her American accent, “You non-brits have the most shittest insults yknow. Honestly, I’d rather you call me a twat.”

Soon his fingers came to a stop, moving to pull her hood back down to her neck to make it easier for her to take the air in. “You ‘ight there, luv?”

“Yeheah,” She replied, breathy giggles still escaping her. “Thanks.”

“Ay, had to cheer my drummer up somehow right? Can't have you being all mopey now."

[kirk-says-wah]

helloooooo, i have a req? 👀

i've had this idea of kirk as a (hot) priest??? fleabag style?? 👀👀👀

i've also seen this clip of him in a not so long ago interview where he said he's into biting/being bitten 👀 and he said he's also into fangs 👀👀👀

idk if you can do something with those two ideas but if you can i'll be forever grateful <333 ilyyyyy

𝐍𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Kirk/Lars

Note: I hope this is okay! I’m so sorry that I said it was going to be posted back in July and it took me this long!

Lars didn’t mind tagging along, but he definitely had better things to do. But James did the whole ‘please man you’re our best man’ and Lars couldn’t just say no.

So he’s accompanying James and Jason to meet the priest who’s officiating their wedding. The ride over is boring; Lars is forced to sit in the back whilst they listen to Jason’s shitty choice in music, and by the time they get to the church Lars is ready to jump out the window.

But still he feigns a smile, following them into the church, and his eyes land straight on the priest.

The very hot priest.

Lars can feel himself go warm, sweat sticking to the back of his neck as they approach the priest, and he really hopes he’s not gone red.

The priest stands there looking delicious in his priest clothes, his short hair curling around his face, and when he smiles piercing fangs gleam.

“You’re Jason and James I presume?” the priest says, shaking James and Jason’s hands. “And you are?”

He’s looking directly at Lars, and Lars stammers for an answer before finally reaching out to shake his hand.

“Urm, Lars. Best man.”

“Kirk,” the priest replied, shaking Lars’ hand a bit too long.

It starts from there.

Before they leave, Kirk slips his number and address to Lars, telling him to swing by if he ever needs someone to talk to. Lars takes it gratefully, and he does take the priest up on his offer several weeks later.

They share some drinks, and Kirk has a really nice apartment. He’s good company, and Lars can feel the sexual tension radiate between them.

Kirk must feel it too though, because one of the first things he says is that they can’t ever be more than friends.

Which Lars can understand. The priest’s faith means a lot to him. But that doesn’t mean Lars isn’t disappointed.

They meet several times every week, just hanging out, getting to know each other, and every time it just makes Lars even more curious about how soft Kirk’s lips are.

This particular night, they are both slightly tipsy after sharing a bottle of wine, and they’re sat together on the couch, shoulders brushing as they talk.

“You make it so hard for me yknow,” Kirk says after a moment of silence, and Lars frowns, tilts his head.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re just-“ Kirk gestures at Lars. “Cute.”

“Huh?” Lars says, not quite believing what he’s hearing.

“It’s true,” Kirk sighs, messing with his collar, looking a bit flustered.

“I’m sorry?” Lars replies because he’s really not sure what he’s meant to say. Kirk fancies him? Well at least the feelings mutual.

Kirk just rolls his eyes before suddenly Lars feels lips against his own.

Sparks fly and Lars closes his eyes, a hand ghosting over his jaw as the kiss deepens. They pull away after a moment, and Lars blinks his eyes open, confused.

“But you said-“

“Forget what I said,” Kirk says before diving back into another kiss.

Lars kisses back, and Kirk bites down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Lars has to bite back the moan that bubbles up from his chest. Kirk smiles against his lips, tongue lapping away the blood before biting again, and this time Lars yelps, going all gooey in Kirk’s arms.

Kirk laughs, pulling back, thumbing at the bite marks in Lars’ lip.

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

☆ Ghost helps paranoid M!Reader

⚠️: None.

TW: None.

You never knew when it started, when all these thoughts and delusions started to make they're way inside your head but it happened. Turning every corner and looking behind you with the feeling of being followed or stalked horrified you, you somewhat knew there was no one there but you slowly started to convince yourself there is..

Your teamate Simon Riley, aka Ghost noticed your paranoia at most, watching you look behind you and almost instantly walking that little bit faster to get away from God knows what, it worried him slightly but felt it wasn't his business to but in at first.

The constant worry and the delusional reassurance you tried to supply for yourself just never seemed to work, you just wanted to crawl up into a ball and make it all go away by crying. Sometimes you did just sit on your bed, your eyes just sore from doing what you wanted to try and make it stop..

Ghost caught on, sometimes just seeing your eyes red and puffy made him worry and he wanted to know what was wrong.. sometimes he'd just hear you in your room when he walked passed, he wanted to come in and check on you but he never did, he didn't know what to say or do.. until he did.

It happened again, he heard you crying silently through the door as he walked passed.. it was around 11 or so but this time was different, he felt different..

He knocked, your head lifted immediately staring at it for a few seconds before aggressively wiping the tears from your eyes and the remainder that ran down your cheeks, standing up and walking the door practising your smile on the way and finally the dreaded moment of opening the door.

"Oh hey! What's up?" You ask, putting on your best smile.. "I can hear you yknow? What's wrong?" He asks, trying to keep that tough look yet his voice seeming somewhat worried about you.. you gulp quietly trying not to just cry then and there, worried that if you do tell him he'll just see you different, negatively..

You try and keep your composure before saying "Oh? Well im fine" you put on the same exact smile as before, he already knew damn well you weren't and he was sick of hearing you upset in your room.

He looks down and sighs loudly, "Can I come in?" He finally asks, breaking the silence.. you look up at him and nod, smiling and open the door wider, moving yourself out of the way as he came in and just sat on the floor next to your bed.

You tilt your head slightly before walking over and sitting on the floor next to him, you look back at the door to know 100% that you did close it and you lightly sighed that you did. "Y/N?" Ghost speaks up, now looking at you through the layers of masks hiding his face.. you look at him without replying but giving him your attention, "Do you think im stupid?" He asks, voice still low and deep.. "What? No!" you respond, a little dumbfounded he'd ask.. "Then tell me why you've been so upset, I get it might be personal but.. im worried." He had to choke out the last part, he didn't want to admit it but he felt that maybe he had to, you sigh deeply before opening your mouth to ramble on about everything..

As you spoke on the verge of tears about absolutely everything you were still scared he'd see you as a burden, he now knew that.. he sighs before pulling you into a hug, a tight one. You stopped talking, you didn't even hug him back because all you could do was lay numbly onto his chest just about to cry..

"I dont think your a burden." He mumbles, that was when you finally hugged him back, you didn't know if he was lying or not but you still wanted to enjoy this moment.. "thank you.." you mumble into his chest, just hugging him back tightly. "You worried about anything else concerning the team?" He asks, wanting to understand everything about how you felt and the impacts it was leaving on you.. you didn't wanna talk, you just needed a hug and he understood that.

You both dont know how long that hug lasted but it didn't bother either of you, without realising it you yawned into his chest and slowly drifted off like that.. you'd expect him to leave after you fell asleep but he didn't, he left you in his arms.

Okay it's finally done😭 im so sorry about the wait ive just been so unmotivated and I got my tongue pierced yesterday so I speak all silly goofy now but sorry again and I hope you enjoy, thanks for the submission!!!

[obitv]

i know ive written about it a bit before but oh my GOD im messed up thinking of. how william wouldve discovered his powers. because he NEVER got training he just figured it out. and presumably his friends in deadwood wouldve. also been there.

like. ok. lets say your friend goes missing. in the town where that happens a lot and there isnt much to be done, and your friend was one of the people investigating those disappearances. and now hes hone. so you scramble a bit - but he comes back! yknow he looks a bit shaken up and when you Look at him hes a but.. blurrier than he should be, but hes still your friend!

until suddenly you reach out to grab his arm and you go through it. or hes sitting down and falls through the chair, or accidentally walks into pole but doesnt notice because he went through it. you have to do a double take one day because you SWORE he wasnt that tall yesterday, and you look at his feet to see if he got some new shoes, and hes floating. without seeming to even realise. someone startles him one day, and he just fucking pops out of existence.

but, you think, hes still your friend! still the same william wisp, just with some uh.. quirks. yeah. just a little bit sttange, but hey! you live in DEADWOOD. itd be weirder id he was a totally normal person. sure, disappearing into the woods and coming back with ghost powers is... concerning. but hes your friend. one of your best friends. so your little ghosthunting group agree not to freak out over it and try to help him. he doesnt even know what happened to himself, so you all decide to get to the bottom of this. together.

the last power comes a bit later. youre running a little experiment, seeing what all he can do now without anyone around to freak out. someone jokingly asks if he can astral project, and you see him close his eyes for a second. and another. and another. until he fucking drops, like puppet with its strings cut. and left there, where your friend had been standing just a moment before, is... his fucking ghost. glowing a bright blue with spectral flames licking up his form. he opens his eyes, sees the expressions on your faces, looks down. you can see when it clicks for him, what he just did. his eyes widen and he starts hyperventilating (do ghosts need air?) and crouches down to try poke.. himself. but hisnhand goes right through.

and then, like he was never there, the ghost is gone and your friend shoots up from the pile he'd landed in with a gasp. and he. he looks like hes seen a ghost! and you make that little joke to yourself and you just start to laugh, and laugh, and nobody else is laughing but youre doubled over holding back tears and you manage to choke out the joke and he stares at you, eyes still wide, and you think they flash blue for a second but then he joins in on the laughing, until all of you are sat on the ground giggling at absolutely nothing because what the fuck else do you do after that! fuck! your friend is really a ghost! shit!

william takes longer to calm down, you think. its kinda hard to tell, because none of you are really ok after that, but conaidering he got to touch his own corpse, he definitely had it the worst. he describes it as.. something that doesnt fully make sense to you, at the time. maybe not ever. like he suddenly has all this.. energy. like he can feel the souls around him and the fire that fuels them and how it feels like falling and flying all at once. how he never wants to do it again but never wants to stop

so he tries again. and again. not all at once, obviously. a couple days apart, usually. he gets more confidant with it, able to leave and return to his body easier each time. it freaks all of you the FUCK out though, because as soon as william... leaves his body, it just. stops. his breathing, his pulse, all of it. but he seems to enjoy it, at least. you all agree, separately but together, not to tell him how badly it freaks you out. he seems to enjoy exploring these powers, excited to learn everything he can do and how they can be MUCH more effective ghosthunters now

then the attacks start.

or, well, to put it better would be then the attacks become noticeable. youd all seen your fair share of monsters out in the woods, but running away has always served you well when youre out of your depths. until, of course, it doesnt. they start roaming closer to the border at first. nothing too crazy. then.. all of a sudden... as soon as your friend goes into his wisp form (as it had been dubbed), something lunges. william goes to.. push it away, you think? and a stream of blue fire shoots out of his hands. because sure!

and yeah. thats cool at first. it scares the thing off, something youd all sucked at before, and he looks tired yet proud. but the attacks keep coming, and coming, and soon it stops being "one monster when theyre in the woods" and starts being "one monster when theyre literally anywhere". they never seem to attack william directly, but they always run straight to him, and anyone whos around when they find him... isnt always so lucky.

someone puts their foot down, then. no more wisp form. youve pieced together that its clearly not good, for the town OR for your friend, whos taken to wearing makeup pretty mych every day to avoid comments on how tired or sick he looks. you tell him, straight up, how fucking terrifying it is to watch. and he lets it out too - how every time, the rush is more, the pull stronger. what pull he doesnt say, but you can tell its not one youd want him to follow. and he agrees. no more wisp form, unless the situation is dire.

the attacks dont stop, though. he stops leaving the house. they never seemed to go after his parents, you think. just when hes out in the open.

then, one day, hes gone. just like that. his teachers stop asking when he'll be back to school, and when you go to his house to check on him his fatger tells you very firmly that hes been sent away to a boarding school for his safety. you wonder if thats true. there were rumpurs that a man with pink hair was seen in the town recently, and youve heard that they have training academies for heroes on the big cities. but you know youd never be allowed to know if thats true or not.

the attacks stop though. you overhear someone at school talking about some new up and coming heroes called the prime defenders. hand picked by the prime force, they say.

you never get answers from any calls or messages you try sending to your friend after he leaves. but if you and your friends decide to stay a little bit more up to date on the prime defenders, well. who can stop you?

[wjehfshs]

Hello there! I have been too obsessed with mw2 x avatar crossovers, so before I go on about the request I just wanted to say that I loved your last post, tbh I felt pretty bad for Ghost so I'd like to request a Ghost x ftm!na'vi!reader, reader is Neytiri's older brother and he meets Simon with Jake when they got attacked by viperwolves, he was hunting with Neytiri when she disappeared and saved both Ghost and Jake, Neytiri trains Jake while Ghost is being treated by reader, despite reader being female he has a very muscular and he doesn't wear that much accessories to cover his chest like he 50% wears something to cover his chest and the other 50 he doesn't, after a while of Ghost being trained by reader he began gaining feelings for reader, even though reader is years older than Neytiri she's still very protective of him and gets mad whenever she sees Ghost staring at reader, Ghost confesses to reader and reader feels the same but they both know that they're unable to be together because Ghost will return back to earth, 15 years later tf 141 get another mission in pandora and when Ghost meets reader again he sees that reader is an uncle now, how did he meet reader you may ask, well reader shot an arrow when Ghost was being held down by the RDA, sorry if non of that make sense and I hope it's not too hard to understand, remember to drink water and have a nice day!

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Ok this is so so old but I’m finally to it

FTM Na’vi reader X Ghost

Ok so when Jake and Ghost were being attacked by Viper-wolves Ghost was definitely a little more panicked

I mean he’s on a completely different planet than he was born, in a foreign body, stuck with one other guy, and is being attacked by animals on this other planet and he doesn’t know how to defend himself

So while Jake was totally fine Ghost was having a near panic attack

After you and Neytiri saved them Ghost was sitting with you on a branch of the home tree while you patched him up

He immediately took notice of how everyone around you would call you “he” but yknow in Na’vi terms, and how you wouldn’t wear a covering for your chest like most other female Na’vi other than a few necklaces

You only seemed to wear a covering for your chest when hunting or during colder days

Hunting just for a bit of extra protection and on colder days to hopefully keep you warmer from the elements

You also had a very muscular body, although yes there were muscular female Na’vi, you were particularly masculine presenting

That’s when it finally clicked, you were trans, of course you didn’t know the term for that but you had your own Na’vi term

You were widely accepted by everyone in the clan and had both female and male Na’vi trying to court you

You always seemed to turn them down once you noticed they were trying to court you

Ghost had no idea what courting was and how it worked so when you started gifting him more and more stuff on a day to day basis he thought you were just being nice

You would train him and guide him when he didn’t understand things

Although you seemed to be older than Neytiri she was very protective over you

When he realised that your other sister died he also realised that Neytiri was probably the most affected by it

That’s why she was so protective of you, she would glare when she saw Ghosts gaze would linger on you

She would try and drag you away when you weren’t training Ghost, constantly claiming you had something else to do

But when you and Ghost did get time alone together you were constantly brushing up against him and trying to get physically close

Eventually Ghost opened up to you about his past and when you started crying for him, hugging him and swaying him side to side he realised he was in love with you

Right before he had to leave, maybe a couple days, you two kissed, confessing your love for each other

He felt like his whole world shattered when he had to go back home, weirdly enough because when he first was deployed on Pandora he wanted more than nothing to go home

Years later, 15 to be exact, when he was told him and the 141 were to be deployed back onto Pandora he was ecstatic

Only him out of the 141 had been on Pandora before, let alone in space

Back in the Pandora forest him and the 141 we’re making their way through when they saw an arrow shot right next to them

They drew their guns and looked around

They heard a thump and rustling

That’s when you appeared from the forest in front of them

The rest of it was all a blur but all Ghost remembers is feeling himself tear up and suddenly he’s holding you in his arms

After kisses and crying you lead them back to your home

You introduced them to your family

Your sister Neytiri was now mates with Jake

They had 4 children

Which made you an uncle

Soap and Gaz were great with the children of the clan, playing with them and telling them stories of their time on earth

While Ghost and Price would spend their time talking with you and the rest of the adults of the clan

The day finally came to a close and you took Ghost back to a private part of the home tree

You spend the rest of the night talking and cuddling

Sharing stories over the past 15 years apart

Finally together again

[alstroemerian-dragon]

man. thinking about how the survivors all desperately need new hobbies

like. okay. sonia’s a great example. off the top of your head what are her hobbies? probably learning about and researching true crime and the occult, and watching j-dramas/anime, right? but if you really think about it, her fascination with japanese culture very much feels like her just desperately wanting to fit in and massively overcompensating. so while i do think she probably enjoys those shows, theyre definitely not as popular in her kingdom as she claims (not that im saying she’s lying on purpose, just that. well, when you feel embarrassed about someones reaction to you liking something, sometimes you’ll try to make an excuse for why you do yknow), and plus, its not like they have access to a lot of entertainment media for a while post program. as for the occult/true crime stuff…

look me in the eye and tell me junko did not use that against her. do you really think junko enoshima would not see a girl obsessed with the study of serial killers and not try and warp that into a fascination with her?

i think that stuff leaves a bad taste in her mouth now. and after committing and being complicit in the committing of the kind of crimes she used to be fascinated by, its kind of hard to find the joy in that anymore, yknow? the occult stuff could maybe still be enjoyable, but with how often it feels like there are ghosts lurking around every fucking corner and her dreams are filled with screaming corpses its kinda hard to be fanciful about that stuff.

so. girl needs some new hobbies.

its not much better for the others, either. akanes hobbies were basically working out, doing parkour, eating, and sleeping. the first two are downright impossible for the first several months after waking up, and for the foreseeable future any kind of physical activity is going to be, to an extent, difficult just due to how much chronic pain and weakness she’ll probably suffer the rest of her life. she can get to a healthier weight and a stronger muscular build, but its not going to change the fact that she gets out of breath and sore much faster than before. as for eating… well. thats gonna be a sore subject for a while. so all she has left is sleeping, and sleeping all day is, as ive been told by many people, kind of a depression symptom? and theres no way the others would sit back and let her do that.

girl needs some new hobbies!

kazuichi, from what we can tell, had a few more normal hobbies. in game you can find him gaming with chiaki, and he seems to enjoy coming up with schemes and plans for silly stuff, but overall he just loves his tinkering. he may be the ultimate mechanic but first and foremost he just loves fucking with machines and engines and finding out what makes them tick. but even that isnt gonna work anymore. sure, he could game. if they had any fucking consoles. or a working computer network. or any games. but none of that is happening for a while, if ever. as for his tinkering, it’s gotta be a similarly sore subject to sonia’s training and tutoring as a princess. its too closely linked to what he did as a despair, too closely linked to his talent, to not make him feel like screaming when he smells machine polish. i think he definitely could get back to a point where it genuinely brings him joy again, and before that he definitely forces himself to use his talent and knowledge because they need it, but. its a complicated problem.

the guy needs some new fucking hobbies.

and of course… fuyuhiko.

fuyuhiko… doesnt have any hobbies.

like okay can you think of a single thing from the game (or fuck even the anime) that implies that he has anything he actually does For Fun. he has a sweet tooth. hes dedicated to his clan. he went to the zoo with peko one time. he got in fights at school. thats… those arent hobbies. fuyuhiko doesnt have any hobbies!!! someone get this boy some fucking knitting needles or a book to read!!!! please!!!!!!!!!! i think it would genuinely help him a lot to have something to do instead of just sitting and stewing in his own trash fire of a brain speaking from experience. learn to sew, read some fantasy novels, learn to play the guitar, something. im begging you.

and hajime is his own fucking can of worms.

he probably had hobbies before the Horrors. right? he probably played some video games, maybe liked martial arts films, maybe sketched in the margins of his notebooks. rode his bike sometimes. but now? nothing keeps his interest that long. everything becomes monotonous after a while, and sure, sometimes thats the draw. with stuff like fiber crafts the point is sometimes making it muscle memory so you have something to do with your hands. but other times its not. and his ability to basically excel in most things you put in front of him has to be so fucking boring after a while. a lot of the point of having hobbies is that you arent perfect. the draw is learning, is getting better. even reading can become nothing when any nonfiction book has knowledge in it you already know and any fiction book you can intuit the ending from the first few pages. he probably reads Lightning Fast now too, so it cant hold his interest for long.

he probably has to constantly be switching hobbies and outlets. cant stay on one thing too long, or the ennui starts to set in. that sounds miserable.

someone get these kids some hobbies, man

[songmingisthighs]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSHSHHSSHS I SWEAR IVE TURNED INTO A MANIAC BC OF YOU AND ODLN!WOO BUT MAINLY YOU!!!!!!! NO WAY ODLN!WOO ACTUALLY DID THAT!!! IM SHOCKED BUT BOT SURPRISED!!! I WANT TO SAY I THINK ODLN!WOO WINS THE HATE BC NO WAY!!! BUT ALSO IM SO HAPPY THAT ODLN!YEO FINALLY WOKE UP!!!! about time you little ghost😭😭 gawd i hope mc and him get the happy ending they deserve! also, if so glad that his parents are finally letting mc into their and their son’s life. i’m genuinely glad that the boys vouched for her and told them the truth about odln!woo and mc. though i feel like the parents should apologize to her! and no little ass “sorry” will cut it. if it were me, if i were in their shoes, one, i’d be embarrassed and two, forever apologetic/“in debt” with mc. embarrassed that i accused the wrong person and never actually trying to investigate any further. then embarrassed again bc i assumed the worst of the same person without further investigating. second, i would not stop apologizing to her bc she really wasn’t responsible for either of his accidents. i’d apologize for assuming the worst, for telling her all those horrid things, and for not noticing how differently she was being treated compared to odln!woo. because honestly, the way her parents treated her so she would apologize to odln!yeo shouldn’t have been overlooked. i mean, think of it this way; had it been odln!woo, they would immediately assume it wasn’t him. they would have been fighting odln!yeo’s parents to defend him. therefore, had i been them, i would’ve thought it was weird. maybe not so much because one could think the parents were disciplining their daughter. but still, it doesn’t sit right with me bc there’s just signs ??? it’s just that no one paid any attention. now, i would also feel in indebted to her because she literally saved my son in many ways that i could even comprehend, even if only one of those times is known to me. anywho, imma stop here bc im just ranting fr.😺🏃🏽‍♀️

THE SPIRIT BOX HAS BEEN SET FREEEEEEE

BUT HOW COULD YOU GROUP ME WITH ODLN!WOO !?!?!?!? I'M GLAD I TURNED YOU CUCKOO BUT ODLN!WOO !?!?!?!?!? THAT'S A PUNCH IN THE DICK 😤😤😤

as much as i hate odln!yeo's parents for being so damn mean to (y/n), i kinda understand them ??? like if the roles were reversed and (y/n) had better parents or yknow just have granny jung and leo in her life, both granny jung and leo would go apeshit crazy on odln!yeo so yeah they owe her an apology but only for hitting her and calling her all sorts of hurtful names but not for defending their own son bc odln!yeo DID almost died and they do what OVERLY loving parents do. jump to conclusions and hold onto whatever explanation is available

but let us first be glad that odln!yeo is back and that now he can start making things up to (y/n) !! >:D

[icey--stars]

Born For Tragedy: Part 10

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: yknow… initially i wasnt gonna include all the random dog history i made when i was bored and excited for the story… but then it just came out. bonus points to those who can pick out the parts where i basically said to a pinterest quote “you’re mine now” lmao

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The next day, Eris wasn’t around any of the times that she went to “clean” his rooms. Honestly, she should just make him clean his rooms since he knew she was an assassin now. Valda was annoyed at being forced to sweep and dust, and change the sheets of the esteemed heir, she thought mockingly.

The second day after that, she sighed and finally decided to ask somebody. So close to when the plan was to be set in action, Eris was not allowed to brood and stay away from her.

Valda asked one of the guards, “Where do you think I might find the heir? He hasn’t been around and I have a few questions.”

The guard clearly thought nothing of it, which was good and directed her toward the training rings and the kennels. Obviously, the training ring came up with nothing except a few confused onlookers as she practically marched across the area to go down the other stairs.

So she asked where the kennels were and found herself outside of the heated dog house quite quickly. It wasn’t even noon. Valda scoffed at the fact it was heated though. Eris truly pampered his furry friends.

She knocked heavily on the door twice.

“Who is it?” Eris called from within. She grinned and decided to just open the door.

It was a simple building, really. A log cabin just a half-mile away from the Forest House. It was all one room, split into different areas by extra wood put into place to likely separate the different dog areas. She spotted a red-haired male sitting in one the ones farther back and smirked as he lifted his chin to see who’d entered.

“Valda,” he addressed. “What a wonderful surprise.” He didn’t at all sound excited.

“You’ve been avoiding things,” she stated. “I don’t appreciate you trying to ditch me before the plan gets put into place.” She marched confidently down the rows of dog areas, most of them empty, but a few had a couple ghost hounds napping.

“I’m not ditching you,” he growled as she finally came into view. She saw more than six dogs pinning his legs down to the ground with their heads, or bodies, and one plump female resting right in the prime place for petting, which was exactly what Eris was doing. She recognized the female as Taunya, the pregnant one.

“You are brooding though,” she stated, and took a seat against one of the wooden walls.

A familiar one-floppy-ear dog came over toward her, abandoning Eris and groaning as it placed itself in Valda’s lap. She stared at it a moment before resting a hand on its head.

“I’m fine,” Eris replied.

He seemed more uptight than usual, she noticed. His eyes were more guarded than usual, so she decided to abandon taunting him and opt for a more pleasant conversation topic.

“Tell me about your dogs,” she ordered. “How you got them, their names… I’m bored.”

Eris hummed and then closed his eyes and sighed. Only when he reopened them did he speak.

“Percy was my first, a gift from my mother. A little ghost hound puppy. I immediately researched how to properly train them. Percy still remains my most loyal, despite my attempts with the others. Cadoc comes close,” Eris explained.

“Vixen and Selena were next. I bought them as litter mates with most of the funds I had stored up. Vixen was named for her personality, and Selena was named after a female I quite liked. She didn’t reciprocate, of course. Cadoc was next. He was bought from a breeder whose female had died of sickness. He’s been a good boy.”

She grinned at the wording, trying to hide it as she leaned more heavily against the wood and brought her knees up.

“Then a litter of three appeared from my mother, yet again. Nimbus, Sorrel and Soot.”

She noticed three of the dogs laying on him perked up and turned their faces to look at him. Smoke trailed the movement.

“I decided to try my own hand at breeding. Cadoc and Vixen were by far the most inseparable. It was a perfect success, and thus came Ash, the first born boy of those two. Then I bought Taunya and Pyro on separate occasions. Hue decided to get me a pup as well. Rue. He insisted the name had to rhyme with his own since I wouldn’t name it after him. Jack-”

She made a startled sound as the hound on her lap sat up immediately to look at Eris. He merely smiled fondly at the dog.

“The second litter of Cadoc and Vixen,” Eris explained. “Nimbus and Taunya’s litter will likely be more than one, but we’ve yet to find out how many.”

The pregnant female rubbed her nose insistently at Eris’s hand when he stopped petting her. Eris scoffed. “Needy girl,” he chastised and began petting her again. Valda held back a smirk at the words. Gods, when did talking to dogs become so dirty?

“What do you plan on naming the new pups?” She asked curiously.

Eris scoffed. “You can’t name them before you know how many and what genders.”

“Couples come up with names for their children all the time, Eris,” she said mildly. She couldn’t help but notice that he swallowed as she said his name. “Do you have ideas?”

Eris rolled his eyes and smiled fondly down at Taunya. “I have a few. If there is a male, I’d rather like to call him Bane.”

“And if there is a female?” Valda asked.

“I have no ideas,” he admitted. “Apparently, naming females is harder than males.”

Jack rolled onto his back in her lap, groaning as he hung his paws in the air above him.

She held back the fond smile that threatened to break through. “Stop making me like you Jack,” she scolded.

“Oh, he’s the best at that,” Eris chuckled. “Always loves to be annoying and make everyone love him.”

“What do you train them for?” She asked.

“Hunting, mainly. Tracking, and attacking, or rather just bowling someone to the ground and biting their arm clean off.”

Valda snickered in amusement. “This cute thing can take off someone’s arm? I doubt it.”

“He's got the right genes in him. Cadoc and Vixen are my best in that area.”

“Who’s the best at tracking?” She asked.

“Percy… and probably Rue,” Eris thought.

“That’s hilarious that your brother demanded the dog must have a rhyming name,” Valda commented.

A dog walked into the room, glanced at Eris and then at me, and then came around my feet to lay under my legs.

“You betrayer,” Eris muttered. “Percy, don’t you love me?”

Ah, so this was Percy. He’d been betrayed by his “most loyal” dog. Valda smirked and began to pet Percy.

“He loves me more now,” Valda declared. “Snooze you lose, general.”

Eris snorted, grinning. “They do strangely like you,” he admitted. “Normally they hate most people and growl at them.”

“Nova warned me about them,” Valda admitted. “And you seem to strangely take their opinions of people very highly.”

“What can I say?” Eris asked. “I do. They practically lunge at Beron and then adore my mother, so I’d say they have the right idea of people.”

“Smart dogs,” Valda chuckled. “Bite Beron next time you see him, you cute little thing.” Her voice went higher in pitch as she nuzzled down towards Jack, who was still laying out, completely relaxed, on his back.

Eris chuckled, a bit of his teeth being shown in the smile. Valda’s lips tilted up in a grin.

“What would you name the pup if Taunya had a female?” Eris asked.

Valda hummed, pursing her lips as she thought. “I’ve always liked the name Tempus. Or Zelda. That one just screams sassy.”

“And it rhymes with your name,” Eris noted. “Zelda… hm.”

Valda scoffed. “That was unintentional, Eris. Don’t place me in the same category as your narcissistic brother.”

Eris chuckled, but it faded only moments later. Valda could tell she’d only managed to evade the obvious point of conversation for this long. She waited for Eris to start it, as she was unwilling to.

“What do you care about?” Eris finally asked.

Valda’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You said you care about this, but you never specified what,” he specified, raising his eyes to meet hers.

Valda didn’t expect the conversation to take this turn, but she finally just sighed and decided to give in.

“You’re abused, Lady Merle is abused, your brothers are abused, all because of one fucking asshole in charge. Hell, he fucking tortures you,” Valda threw her arms up, exasperated. “It’s high time he pays for that, and I’m in a position to give that payment.”

Eris merely hummed. Valda wanted more than just that sound that meant acknowledgement. She wanted his reaction.

“Do you care about the people?”

“The people?” She asked. “What, the Autumn Court?”

“No, do you care about my mother and brothers for them or just for the harm caused toward them?”

“I can’t say I find the second eldest Vanserra all that fun,” Valda muttered. “That’s a hard question, Eris. I both do and I don’t. I can’t, because if I fail and end up returning to the darkness, then I’ll regret it throughout my afterlife.”

Something akin to rage sparked in his gaze, and Eris’s jaw tightened as he turned his face away from her, hiding his eyes. “You won’t fail,” he stated.

“He’s a High Lord, Eris,” Valda reasoned. “I just won’t let myself be captured. Not by that asshole again.”

Eris’s head darted up. “You’ve been captured by my father?”

“Once,” she admitted. “I escaped. He tends to like the whip, doesn’t he?”

The air around them noticeably got warmer and she lifted a brow at Eris.

“Turn off your magic idiot,” she scolded. “It’s already warm enough in here.”

Eris let out a short, low growl before the magic in the air was pulled away and she could breathe a bit easier. “You can glamor then,” he stated. “I doubt you got away without scars.”

“I didn’t get away without them from any encounter like that,” Valda admitted. “So yes, I can glamor.”

“Show me,” Eris said. She knew what he meant.

Valda looked at him distrustingly for a moment. “No,” she stated.

“I showed you mine,” Eris reasoned.

“There’s a difference between a male body and a female body without a shirt on Eris,” Valda reasoned. Then she sighed, huffing. “Fine.”

She began rolling up her sleeves up to her elbow and lifted the small magic there, watching as the red burning manacle marks came into view. “Your father also quite enjoyed heated manacles. Luckily, these are easy to cover.”

Eris stood up suddenly, causing the dogs around him to either grunt, whine or yelp in surprise. He leaned down to grab her hand and examine the scars.

She yanked it away quickly. “Stop that,” she scolded. “Just because they’re out doesn’t mean you can inspect them.”

Eris looked up at her and she saw what could’ve been a complete raging forest fire in his amber eyes. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered.

She looked down at Jack, who was now rolling over to greet his master. “I don’t think that you will, Eris. I just don’t like being touched or inspected.”

“Why not?” He asked, leaning down onto one knee and the ball of his foot. He was still leaning over her, trying to catch a glimpse at the scars.

Valda hummed, stretching out her leg that was closest to Eris to try and force him farther away. “It’s a strange dislike, I know,” she said. Yet I crave it so much, she thought silently. She did want to be touched, perhaps even held, but she also knew that nobody should ever trust her. They shouldn’t, because it might very well end badly for them. Never for her. She always survived. Somehow, she always did.

“I just don’t like it,” she stated. It was better to say she didn’t like it than to say all the little insecure thoughts that ran through her. She rubbed at one of the little indents on the side of her thumb. That one was from one of her first missions, when she accidentally sliced herself with a dagger, rather than her victim. “I am a murderer, and perhaps I’d rather my scars to be my own.”

“To serve as a reminder,” Eris said almost breathlessly.

She sucked in a breath. Yes, the scars served as a reminder.

“Your hands might be scarred from murder,” Eris began, and gently reached forward for her fingers again. He glanced up at her, brushing those long fingers against hers lightly. “But I find myself trusting them despite everything.”

Her chest tightened uncomfortably as Eris lifted her hand just by the barest of touches at the end of her fingers.

“You can’t trust me,” she whispered.

“Tell me every terrible thing you did, and let me tell you how much I trust you anyway,” Eris whispered back. “Whatever horror you committed is not who you are.”

“You’ll get hurt eventually,” she argued quietly.

“I won’t, I’m about to be High Lord, remember?”

She scoffed, but her breath was taken away when Eris leaned down and brushed his lips against the manacle scar. Then down, to the middle joint of her third finger. She didn’t know why he did it, or why she was so affected by it, but it felt like it meant something.

He pulled away and placed her hand gently back where it had been previously. “You’ve learned to be strong on your own,” he stated. She didn’t bother trying to argue that. It was true.

When she’d been asking for a hug, she’d been handed a match, a knife and some new lashing scars and she’d learned. She was never broken in the way that could be healed, or could be considered beautiful despite everything. No, they’d ripped her to shreds, stained her bones and her soul with blood and oil, and then taught her how utterly horrible the world could be.

Yet Eris trusted her. He trusted her despite every horrible fucking sin she’d committed.

“I find that very beautiful,” Eris finished.

Valda didn’t think her breathing could get any worse, but it did at that moment. She didn’t know how to respond, but words kept banging through her skull like drums about what Eris had said and what she’d always believed to herself. Her head wasn’t screwed on tight enough for this. He didn’t either.

“Has-” she hated herself for the stutter in her voice. “Has your mother found a dress?”

Eris pulled back further, searching her blue irises for a moment longer before nodding. The nod might’ve been to himself or to answer her question. She didn’t know. “She said she’ll have it by tonight or tomorrow morning. Just enough time to prepare.”

“Good,” Valda hummed. “I should go prepare my knives.”

Eris scoffed, grinning. “Go prepare your knives then, scary assassin.”

She raised her hands, pulling on her magic for a moment to create a mist effect similar to what the ghost hounds had with their smoke. “Ooo,” she said in a haunting tone. “I’m so scary… I have knives… ooooo…”

The red-haired male rolled his eyes and sat back on the ground. “You have me shaking in my boots,” he joked.

“Good,” she said before standing up, carefully avoiding Jack and Percy. “I’ll see you tomorrow, late afternoon. Bring the dress to the clearing.”

She knew she didn’t have to specify which clearing as she walked off.

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cataloguing some twitter + bluesky threads about fc4/pajay thoughts (currently taking a break from revisiting it because of BG3 worming into my brain) (laugh track)

2:50 PM · Sep 18, 2023

something I've been stuck thinking about as I read all this FC4 fic from my time in the fandom a decade ago, and newer stuff written in the years since… very few people actually have Ajay go to Pagan's side over the Golden Path because of his mother

Like, outside of the secret ending. Stories mostly have him going over to Pagan because horny or because "damn the Golden Path is full of lunatics" (which bugs me for another reason lol the like. flanderization? of Amita and Sabal to the point it just reads like character-bashing

But anyway it's just like. I keep thinking about it. Ajay only goes to Kyra because his mother wanted her ashes laid to rest there. He has no idea what her relationship to the country's politics was. He has no idea who his father is at all. He just wants to be a dutiful son

And grieve, and do this for himself as much as for her. When he gets with the Golden Path, he keeps hearing Mohan Ghale, Mohan Ghale, Son of Mohan- why should this name meaning anything to him? His father was in his life for what, less than a year, he has 0 memory of him

So few people acknowledge Ishwari as a person. She's "Mohan's wife," "Mohan's child bride," I can't remember exactly but I'm pretty sure she's also mentioned disdainfully for "betraying" the GP because of everything with Pagan… no acknowledgment of her role in founding the GP

Everyone placing all of these expectations on Ajay's shoulders because he shares a name and blood with a man who may as well not exist in his life, and no one sparing a single kind word for the mother who he loved for 20+ years and lost just a few months ago

EXCEPT Pagan

When he has, on one side, Sabal who projects his ghost of a father all over Ajay while pushing him to go murder people for him, and Amita on the other who starts out hating him because of that same ghost of his father while pushing him to go… murder more people!

does it not make sense he'd get tired and upset and start considering reaching back out to the one single person in what feels like the whole country who knew Ishwari's name without Ajay even speaking it, and knew exactly where Ajay needed to go to lay her to rest

this is my tl;dr thoughts i've had all weekend

idk where i'm going with this and no one on here has even played this game good bye

if he even cared about the ethics at all, because this is a Far Cry game, ethics are kind of wishy-washy across the board

honestly i'm definitely putting more thought into ajay's emotional interiority and reactions than the game writers did

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Sep 19, 2023 at 6:39 AM

& yknow, I think there's something to be said of the fact Pagan is the only person who never asks Ajay to kill someone for him. Unless you count the moment at the end where he suggests Ajay kill him even though it'd be Boring (and I do think he was full aware Ajay might actually go through with it.)

also think it says something he spent 20+ ys avoiding assassination attempts, only to sit there literally defenseless, waiting for the last remainder of a weird broken family he almost had to shoot him. After 20+ yrs of grief warping him. I'm turning this over in my head now

Sep 21, 2023 at 6:29 PM

another FC4 thing: I thought Pagan was the only non-Kyrati-native character that pronounced Ajay's name as "AH-jay" but apparently… Paul does too………? The choice to have Paul of all characters pronounce it AH-jay, but then Noore pronounces it A-J.. I wanna know how they decided these things

Sep 21, 2023 at 6:07 PM

Will I get suspended here for talking about how horny I am for Dadson, pseudo or not, and how insane FC4 in specific is making me right now

Pagan is SOOOO ATTACHED to ajay's simultaneous benefit (never at risk of Pagan's Actual wrath) and detriment (pagan being an overbearing creep forever)

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hey, sorry, uh, just to start this off, i don't really think i'm "enough"? I DONT MEAN THAT in a way that pities myself i mean. okay, its not like i lived in an unlovable environment growing up, but i mostly lived alone as a child because me parents are workaholics, and whenever my family is at home they always treated me like some kinda burden and that if i dont do something that they like theyd hate me. theyre actually good people but, yeah.

now the thing is, i have a significant other. its not my first relationship, though i guess it is, but i had someone before and we liked each other a lot for years, but he didnt wanna label anything and it kinda fizzled when he ghosted me, so i guess this is my first official relationship? idk, but anyway

im a very anxious person because of past family stuff and then the past "relationship" and now, my current s/o is so?? loving??? IDK HE TAKES CARE OF ME A LOT and he talks to me about things that make me anxious and he calms me down really well and ??? i really didnt expect this from him when i liked him, hes a goofy person so i didnt rely on him to be caring and ik thats kinda weird of me but i dont know what to do? he says things about wanting us to last long because he really likes me and all that and ive always taken it as a sort of joke because im a lot and i really dont think anyone can handle all of my me-ness with mental health and just, me in general, so ive always joked with saying things like whwnever he says he likes me i say, "for now" and things like that

a few days ago he asked me why i do that and if there was a problem, does he make me uncomfortable w it, etc, and i told him that there isnt and im just wired like this and he??? told me to trust him and that hed take care of my worries alongside me and im????? I DONT KNOW I FEEL LIKE IM EXPERIENCING LOVE FOR THE FIRST TIME which is weird cause its not like i dont have friends who like me, and i love them! its just that

i think very rationally about things and that, i dont understand why he wants to be with me? dont get me wrong, ive asked him and he did give me reasons why, but i just dont think im worth all this trouble hes gettingggg i dont know its a me problem bshfbfnf he could vwry much be with someone else i know that, and its like hes settling for less when hes with me bshdhdjsjfjfj i like him i really do im just not used to being loved and its making me anxious im scared that one day he'll leave cause im too much and then thatd convince me that i really am unlovable cause if he couldnt even handle me, who can, yknow

i guess im just really a coward and i should probably just enjoy things as they come but aaa i dont know

thank u for this, i just really cant compartamentalize my thoughts about this its kinda hard to wrap my brain around the fact that someone likes me genuinely and not in exchange for something because ive always lived like that; a barter system type of love and now i get to just sit back and ??? be loved regardless of what shit i do???? i dont understand

I honestly think that the healthiest thing you can do is make peace with the fact that this isn't your decision to make. You can (and should) be honest with him about what he's committing to, and why you're doubting this and feeling insecure and unworthy. But once he has that information on hand, whether you're worthy of his love as you are is HIS decision to make. And the best thing you can do is respect his own ability to decide this instead of fighting his choice.

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TGCF SPOILERS

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ok, ok Ok OK

OK I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY FOR TODAY'S READ OH MY GOD WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE HELL WHAT EVEN

ok no, let's get through this calmly EFNOENFOEINF I DUNNO HOW I"LL DO THAT BUT OK

YALL NO WAY NO WAY

NO FREAKING WAY

HE DID IT!!! THE RED STEING OF FATE!! MY MAN'S NOT ONLY PULLED UP THE STRING, BUT TIED IT HIMSELF AROUND XIE LIAN'S FINGER

I AM SKREICHING RJFNFJF UGH I CANT EVEN SPELL IM LOSING MY MIND RN

On the third finger of his left hand was a very thin red string, and it was Hua Cheng who had personally tied it on him. This red string also extended out, long and ceaselessly connecting with the red string knotted around Hua Cheng’s finger.

Hua Cheng raised his own hand and showed him the tiny red butterfly knot that was now identical on both their fingers. He smiled.

“Now we’re joined together.

HE TOOK FATE IN HIS OWN HANDS AND CHOSE HIS OWN SOULMATE OH MY GOD DJXJXJCJXJNC

But then, to crush my spirits....

This string won’t break, and won’t grow shorter. If the string doesn’t break, then it means the person on the other end is alright. Unless the person is no more, otherwise, this string will for sure lead to the other.”

“What do you mean ‘no more’?” Xie Lian asked.

“Dead, or dissipated,” Hua Cheng explained

I dunno why but I don't like the implications of this....Hua Cheng MY BOI MY PAL I SAW FANART OF YOU BECOMING A LITTLE GHOST OR SMT I DUNNO U BETTER NOT BREAK THIS STRING DONT U DARE MAKE THIS FORSHADOWING

Heheheh live reaction of me reading this section:

Just then, a hand suddenly stretched out, seizing his wrist without fault. Xie Lian was alarmed.

“WHO?!”

The moment he opened his mouth it was filled with a mouthful of mud, and he spat it out miserably. As for that hand, it clutched him and pulled, pulling him into someone’s arms, a familiar voice coming from above his head.

“Gege, it’s me!”

Hearing that voice, Xie Lian’s entire person relaxed. He hugged the other tightly, blurting,

“…Thank goodness, the red string didn’t break. I really did find you!”

Hua Cheng also embraced him back tightly, speaking with conviction, “It didn’t break! I’ve found you too.”

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Ok FUN TIMES ARE OVER NOW GOODBYE CUTESY STUFF WELCOME DREADFUL AND TRAGIC STUFF

Me reading Yin Yu and Qi Ying's story:

So first of all, BABY QI YING IS SO DAMN CUTE?? AND FOR WHAT????? all like YA LETS FIGHT!! and he's raising his itty bitty cutie patootie little fists and he's acc so adorable oh my god

Yin Yu took a look at the child sitting on the ground, and he crouched down. Before he even opened his mouth, this little child scooped a handful of mud and threw it at his face, his expression still excited.

Ok, this line deserves a whole essay

There must be “fanaticism” towards something before one can achieve a state of “godly”.

Like that absolute truth of the matter?? The obsession one has with anything makes them go into such nitty gritty details and observe patterns that others would overlook simply on account of FANATICISM, yknow? And it's so explicitly seen in everything from master chefs to world renowned artists to the most brilliant of scientists. Truly to be a master, you must have a madness and obsession for the craft first.

Truly one of my favorite lines in the book so far

Haha when I read this part, I had a mental image of Xie Lian and Hua Cheng sitting in a theater eating popcorn and Xie Lian is like ohhhhhh can we watch this part too lmao

Watching up to this point, Xie Lian commented, “People really shouldn’t joke lightly.”

“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.”

“Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked.

“We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.

This was kinda cute but I guess knowing everything now, just kinda sad...

Xie Lian had also heard that Yin Yu, as shixiong, would always gift Quan Yizhen a present on his birthdays.

ABSOLUTE MOOD JIAN YU LMAOOOOO

He called out to Jian Yu, “Help me find something, quick, something that can temporarily be used as a gift.”

Jian Yu grabbed a rag cloth and threw it onto the ground. He stomped at it twice before saying hatefully, “Give this to him."

Ok but I'm seeing such a contrasting yet parallel relationship between beefleaf and Qi Ying and Yin Yu. I will probably talk about that more next time because it's a lot lol but like this is such an excellent example of it (that I will explain later lmao)

Yin Yu’s smile became stiffer. What he couldn’t take on, Quan Yizhen took on so effortlessly.

This was very much like a situation where you just couldn’t win over a girl you loved, and she ignored you completely, but when she ran into the arms of someone else in tears, this someone else couldn’t even be bothered to spare her a look and instead turned around to tell you how she was only average, nothing to be amazed by. Truly, what a bitter feeling.

God yes I truly understood exactly how Xie Lian felt because it was so agonizing and awkward to watch everything go down between the oblivious Qi Ying and the slowly maddening Yin Yu....

And like the part where he tells him GO DIE and everything that happened after and the instant regret and broken feeling Yin Yu went through and just he gave and gave and gave and gave and got nothing while Qi Ying got everything and more and frustration of watching him act like nothing happened because suddenly it makes YOU look like you're the jerk and that youre just being over dramatic and the absolute hate that started festering simply on account of outside influence from the other disciples and later on, the heavenly court (or maybe outside influence was just an excuse and the problem lay dormant within) and to have your hubris and jealousy and pride ruin what was good or so you thought and suddenly you go back and think about all the past memories and it's like wait, was it ever good a-

Ok I'll stop lol

Quan Yizhen was still very confused. He looked back and saw Yin Yu sitting on the ground, so he crawled to stand up, seeming to want to help him up. Seeing that completely oblivious face matched with a background of his smashed divine palace, Yin Yu was still silent but his face was slowly contorting.

Quan Yizhen didn’t know what transpired at all, and asked, “Shixiong, what are you doing?”

“…”

It was like Yin Yu suddenly lost all sanity. He puffed an abrupt laugh, then shouted with eyes brimming red:

“GO DIE!”

I just... really feel for both parties, yknow? And back to classic statement I keep saying, who can u even blame? Whose at fault? Nothing is black and white here, it never was and never will be....

ALSO

I called it

I CALLED IT

I CALLED IT AND I FINALLY GOT SMT RIGHT FOR ONCE AND IM SO HAPPY BUT SO CONFUSED BUT SO HAPPY CUZ I GOT IT RIGHT HAHA I KNEW WE WOULD SEE MORE XIANLE PEEPS DJJXJC

He twitched his lips and muttered without a sound, “Guoshi?!”

The person on the other side of the stone wall had the exact same voice as the esteemed master who once taught him in the Kingdom of Xianle.

But also....WTF???? UMMM WHY IS HE HERE??? WHATS GOING ON???? IS MY WUYONG THEORY CORRECT??? I DONT EVEN KNOW WHICH ONE BUT IS IT CORRECT??? CUZ LIKE JUN W-

(Fineeee i won't speak of Jun Wu again, but like alsooooo he's sooooo a part of something I can't help it and I just don't know what it is AND ITS BOTHERING ME BEYOND WORDS)