#gosh I hope he disintegrates

[peapodfics]

Recording a fic that has a line where Dazai yawns. Naturally, I resorted to the dungeon scene before we see Chuuya for the first time for an sfx...

I'M SORRY- WHY DOES HE SOUND LIKE THAT- 😭😭😭 HE'S LEGIT MOANING I CAN'T-

[tsandoll]

i will start here: his broad shoulders and back? i want to leave scratches all over it. i don't particularly fancy hickeys but marking someone as pretty as him up with scratches all over his back? yes! absolutely.

i'm disintegrating. both because i was on my feet almost the whole day today but also because park sungho. gosh... after such a long day of work i'd love to come home to him in nothing but sweatpants and that tank top.... i want him to kiss me senseless 😞 take away my stress and exhaustion!!! gosh.

🏃🏻‍♀️💨💨💨💨

hope u got some good rest <3 coming home to him in sweats and a tank ugh,, just the sight of him like this would bring an overwhelming sense of comfort and joy, he's just so house husband material,, like imagine if he was cooking your favorite meal ughhh. he'd greet you with a kiss that felt as though he'd waited forever to touch lips with you. scratching his shoulders always sends shivers down his spine, whether you do it to mark him or to just leave your touch on his skin he's letting out a pretty sigh at the feeling. marking him up turns him on so much because he's a slightly possessive person so i feel like he really loves when you're the same, his skin would turn the prettiest shade of reds and purples when you suck marks into his skin, leaving him a little symbol of how much he's yours <3

[charredalmonds]

commentary pt2

Awww Yugi waiting. They left him hanging. Cmon I know Ryou made you mad, Aigami and you're doing the punishment shtick. But this is sooo rude being late and getting his hopes up just to flake.

Shadi's philosophy teaching circle?? Who let this guy around children. its so jarring to see him be "fleshed out" like this when he usually just shows up but also explains why Aigami is like disintegrating ppl w judgement bc thats smth Shadi would do.

Aigami's point about kings stealing. I think he and thief king would have much to talk about.

So bizzare to see shadi in this movie be pictured as benevolent

Omg bakura father lore. Little bakura. Aigami having beef with Bakura??? this guy having beef with like 3 ppl and taking turns.

they Watered Down the millennium items with the whole "3 of them have good spirits and 3 of them have bad spirits" :/ Boring

but at least baby yami bakura is funny.

shadi just up and died???? Where is the continuity in this

The orange and purple palette slaps

aigami hesitating when he sees ryou cry. He's soft. He turned around when his sister called out to him. I think him confronting yugi would turn him to mush

Jo wearing green and disintegrating reminds me so much of the double shadi made of him when shadi was hosting that one shadow game in the early series. Something something reconstructing from memory. Really clever.

his name is actually Diva and aigami is more like a persona he made ok

Dcvhjj Seto standing in the middle of traffic dude. Just announcing to yugi that theres a tournament he has to participate in. No billboards??

Almost gets yugi killed bc he had to have the convo in the middle of the road gg. take road safety seriously ffs

Aigami waking up to Mokuba who starts interrogating him.not fond of the design but I love cheeky Mokuba sooo much. I'm glad.

the gap in info where Mokuba doesn't know Yugi has the puzzle piece. But Seto just instantly knew. ahhh

Ok.....he just blew up the stadium projector style.

Oksyhy he's ranting about souls and morality. guy going through it.

Goshhhh the glass stands. That's kinda rlly messed up. He's sooo insufferable. Guy who has to broadcast his drama. I get that everything gets solved by duels but man. awkward spectacle making as always

Aigami not knowing Yugi has the puzzle piece bc he gave it to Sera who gave it to yugi drftyj...

Gosh I miss battle city in the manga where there was that messy battle system where the order of who duels who was determined by how many life points they each had. So they had to do mental gymnastics over who gets it which turn. The squabbling was legendary.

Yugi getting Madd gooooo!!!!!

[alexanderlightweight]

I was going through all of the writings that you have posted and rediscovered the Kelpie au. So if you have more of it that has not been posted, can we have another taste? I just love it

oh gosh so most of kelpie!au hasn't been posted because it's at like 20k and it's mostly smut.

so i'll have to post to ao3 and post links here probably

here we go! i picked something some that file with Cat & Alec since i wasn't sure if you wanted nsfw/sfw and i've only posted sfw for that fic so far i think

its finally named undertow because @saeths insisted

lumine

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Brunch relaxes again and Cat thinks she could get used to this again, seeing her family happy and being happy with them

Later, when it’s more night than day and Ragnor has convinced Magnus to follow him to his library, Cat sits alone with Alec. 

“Tell me?” She asks quietly, hoping he will. Normally she would ask Magnus directly, but she never wants to put that look on his face again. 

“I’m not really sure I understand it. It doesn’t make sense to me. I mean I don’t know why Magnus does most things.” Alec pauses and takes a slow sip of his drink. .

“I’ve been mostly eating the foods Magnus is introducing me to, but it’s not quite the same. Most of it is delicious but it’s not filling. So he hunted me a meal, took me to a lovely little grotto and insisted on watching.

“It didn’t go well?” Cat asks in surprise. “Magnus has never been squeamish.” 

She, Ragnor and Magnus have all participated in the deep rituals. They’ve all eaten still beating hearts and cracked the bones of the Elders to suck down the marrow and claim the power in them. 

Alec scoffs and shakes his head. “No, he was actually pretty excited at first. And then I got about three bites in and got a mouthful of ash for the fourth. He disintegrated the body and dragged me home and then kissed the taste of blood from my mouth for hours before he let me sleep.”

Cat blinks. 

This is not the problem she was expecting.

“He tried to explain it. Something about how he can’t stand me being so intimate with anyone else.” Alec actually snorts, a dry sound, “apparently, even if it’s a corpse. Which is normally fine. Except eventually I’ll need to eat and it’s going to upset him. He’s already upset that he ruined my meal. He just also doesn’t regret it, which upsets him more. I think maybe he’s not used to having so little control of himself.”

Cat blows out a breath and looks across to where Ragnor and Magnus disappeared.  

“I’ll look into it, see if I can’t find something that will help keep you healthy until Magnus figures it out.” 

Alec shrugs, like it doesn’t really matter to him. 

“I don’t really mind. Magnus is the one who is really suffering.”

“Oh?” Cat asks with a raise of her brow and Alec grins, a mischievous little grin that just oozes smugness.

“No more blowjobs for him. I can’t control my instincts when I’m this hungry and neither of us want to risk his cock. He’ll break and find a way around it before I get too hungry. 

Cat laughs and shakes her head, relief flooding through her.

“Alright then. I’ll send over some tinctures and supplements. They’ll keep you healthy until this gets worked out. Ragnor and I will intervene if needed.” And they would, because to keep Magnus safe and sane, they needed Alec healthy and whole. 

Alec looks at her carefully and then he smiles, his-too-sharp-too-many teeth gleaming and Catarina remembers suddenly that he too is a predator.

And he chose to be prey. 

“Thank you, Catarina. But we’ll be fine. Magnus will figure out his instincts sooner or later. I’m very good at waiting.”

There is a wealth of hidden meaning and Cat nods, looking at Alec with a new light. 

“Call me Cat.” She offers, the first time she has and Alec nods, respectfully acknowledging the change. 

He reaches out and presses his knuckles to hers gently, “I’m Magnus’ Alexander, call me Alec.”

Magic sparks between them and Cat smiles as the magic of names settles smoothly between them.

Alec withdraws his knuckles and raps them against the second, empty glass with a sigh.

“I liked this one. Which one was it?”

She summons a new one and tells him. Alec takes a moment to stare at the glass in betrayal before he picks it up with a sigh.

“Magnus is going to be obnoxious, just so you know.” He warns and Cat smiles at the dry humor in his tone.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I  liked the barley tea.” Alec rolls his eyes, “Magnus is going to take this as inarguable proof that he’s right.  Next thing I know, he’ll be trying to make me oats and molasses again. And I don’t think I’ll get away with accidentally knocking it off the balcony this time.” He gives her a morose, pathetic look. “He put up wards the third time I accidentally knocked food off. Apparently it landed on some mundane and nearly killed him. But Magnus was more worried about why I was being so clumsy than the mundane. I told him it was allergies and now he won’t even let me go to the park without warding me for protection… against pollen.” 

And Cat laughs. She’s still laughing when Ragnor and Magnus rejoin them. The pair are red cheeked and bright eyed and Cat knows they’ve had a delightful and scathing disagreement about literature.

Ragnor is clearly pleased to see her happy and Magnus flutters like a hummingbird. He presses a delighted kiss to her forehead and hugs her from behind for a moment and then darts over to Alec. He’s hovering around him, little tiny constant touches and Alec merely leans into them, smiling up at Magnus with a softness that transforms his face. 

Her boys are doing well and Cat finds she doesn’t mind adding another to the number she claims. 

Not this time.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Oh em gee :,( ari :,( thank you for yapping at me…………. My brain juices started flowing…….. I knew all I needed was some of your ideas…,,, and the little hamsters in my brain started running around again!!!!!!!!!!! Ik u said don’t feel bad for sending asks but…. I feel a little guilty sending another one….. but the brain hamsters started working and I can’t deprive them of spreading their little hamster ideas 😔😔 BUT ALSO??? I NEED TO TALK ABT HOW U REPLIED TO MY PREV ASK. THEM TALKING WHEN UR SLEEPING??? AND MAYBE?? YOU SECRETLY HEARING??? IM GOING INSANEEEEEEE IM LITERALLY DISINTEGRATING AS WE SPEAK :((( satoru wanting to confess bc he doesn’t want u sad over ur ex……… sugu convincing him they shouldn’t rush u…….. :( sobs… they r so special to me. imagine what would happen if u just sat up in the middle of them talking like “🤨🤨I heard all of that btw.” but like. What do you think they’d do if your ex did try getting back together with you? Either that or just trying to get back into contact ……. Just an idea :3 giggles…. N E WAYS I HOPE UR HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY SLASH NIGHT!!! MWUA MWUA TAKE CARE AND DRINK UR WATER !!!! ^_^ — stsg anon 💐 < with bouquet. For u!!! :3

STSG ANON !!!!!! i’m telling you our brains are synced…… every time ur brain juices flow mine do too……… i’m so happy your little brain hamsters r running around 🐹🐹🐹

okok first of all ….. NEVERRRRR feel guilty for sending me asks 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 never ever ever!!!! i love them so much!!!!! even if i’m slow at replying sometimes i promise i read them instantly and they always feed me so good!!!!!!! i should literally be paying you for these that’s how much i love them. if i catch u feeling guilty again there Will be consequences so watch out …. (ominous)…..

BUTTTT ok :3 YES . THE STSG IDEAS. i’m so happy you liked my little brainworms phdkdjj i just!!!! think it’s a tasty concept!!!!!! and PLSSS reader just sitting up and calling them out 😭😭 i KNOW they’d scream . even sugu does a little squeak bc he was so convinced you were asleep…… but goddd i think they’d actually be a little flustered <//3 our babies. once they recover satoru would be so smug tho. bc now you finally know!!! he doesn’t have to wait!!!!! and sugu is obv very happy too….

but… gahhh…… STSG ANON ………. if your ex tried getting back with you………….. ohhhh gosh. they’d be very offended . on your behalf . in a ”can you believe the audacity” way ….. but ofc they’d also be very furious and protective . like. maybe you tell them that your ex texted you wanting to meet up and they’re both INSTANTLY on guard…. ideally you’d block them ofc but if you insist on meeting them just for the sake of closure then they’re immediately convincing you to let them go with you!!!!! for scary dog priviliege . i’ll be honest i don’t think there’s much your ex could do 😭😭 bc stsg WILL be glaring at them. behind you. and if they even try to lovebomb you or blame you in any way they’re . Stopping Them . in one way or another. i think they get very very scary LMAO sugu stops smiling entirely and satoru smiles in a distinctly furious way 😭😭 ..

but ohhhh ……. if . you were the one who wanted to get back with them ….. then i think stsg would feel so helpless :’3 bc like . they can’t control you. they don’t want to. but i also think they’d rather die than have to watch you be with someone so undeserving…… so i feel like That’s when they’d confess. bc they’re so desperate . and let’s be honest who would choose a cheating ex over stsg????? no one <33333 problem solved. they’d be really terrified though…..

MWAHHHH one big kiss for you my lovely little stsg anon <33333 i’m putting the bouquet in a big beautiful vase <33333333 here r some handpicked flowers just for you :33 🌷🪻🌻🌷🪻🌻 i hope you’re taking good care of yourself too!!!! eating and drinking and sleeping lots . it’s what me and stsg want for you!!!!!! thank you as always for the food i hope u know how much i adore you <333

[hydrate-or-diedrate]

day 16 of reading homestuck we're starting act 6 act 4

XBOX

land of mounds and xenon and fake ass stonehenge

oo centipede skeleton monsters

I won't lie I had to restart the animation twice because I kept trying to live react in another window on my laptop and it just didn't work so we're back to the phone lol

Eeheehee light squiggles

Xbox pyramidsss

Pyramids and neon

Tombs and krypton

I really hope we're not skipping over the part I care about (Dirk confessing to Jake already smh)

No and I don't believe you actually

WELL FUCK ME, ACT 6 INTERMISSION 4 I GUESS

Caliborn(derogatory)

He's ruining her art book 😭

Damn Caliborn, it's almost like a session of 1 person doesn't fucking work

"A stupid note is produced. It's the one assholes play to make their audience start punching themselves in the crotch repeatedly."

BLINKY RED DOT

Roxy you're making very few spelling mistakes, it's scaring me

GAMZEE YOU SON OF A FUCK

Sir this is not a Wendy's please leave

I hate the codpiece still

Well shit okay fuckin bye

The 4th wall is disintegrating yet again. Which 4th wall are we on now? Number 3 or so? Would it still be the 4th wall or can we call it the 7th wall?

To be fair to Caliborn, he is correct that Gamzee was dreadful and purple

But also the computer guy is right Caliborn you're a shitty little prepubescent dumbass

Gamzee how the actual hell are you still alive

Oh gosh bass boosted elevator music

OH GOD THE WEBSITE

Yaldabaoth

I can't wait to find out what The Choice is

HoOoRnK.

Caliborn stop fetishizing lesbians

Aaaaand end of act 6 intermission 4

[vo-kopen]

For those of you who know me, I am a fan of a kickstarted indie comic called American Dreams. The comics takes place in 1900 CE and follows a Jewish immigrant as he becomes his Earth’s first superhero. There’s a good amount of focus on antisemitism before the Holocaust, which is novel for comics. Superheroes rarely are written about before WWI let alone WWII, and discussions of Judaism often end in comics with the holocaust, not the longer history. But it’s far from a dark depressing story, there is hope, community, and triumph. First thing he does after getting his powers is enjoy the wonder of flying, second thing is free trapped workers from a burning sweatshop. And for the historians, there are a lot of historical figures who either cameo or have major roles, Edison steals an invention of Teslas that he doesn’t understand, Houdini hires the lead as a strongman, Alister Crowley says “papa spank,” lots of neat stuff.

Currently, the writer of American Dreams has a new kickstarter for a new book set in the modern day. It stars a father and son crime fighting duo whose relationship and partnership is disintegrating. My impression is they might be pastiches of Bruce Wayne and at least one of the Robins, so for those of you interested in seeing the tropes of the batfam in other contexts, this might appeal to you. It is said to be more action focused than the other books, so for those of you who like fight scenes might enjoy it too.

But if this new book’s concept does not interest you but you still want to support indie superheroes, several of the add ones for the kickstarter are for issues of American Dreams or Knightwrath (character with so,e of the tropes of Venom and Spawn set in the same universe) So if you don’t care for “Rook and Knight,” you can still get something you do like and help indie comic creators make more stories. I for one am buying a physical trade of American Dreams vol 1. It’s a solid story, I like having physical copies in case the power grid collapses, and it means I can lend friends and family the book.

And if I can stand on this soapbox here, I know tumblr obsesses over the big two, gosh I have a fondness for parts of marvel myself. But outside of image, very few indie comic creators can afford to dip into genuine superheroes. They have to dive into other genres, since most readers would rather buy the big names than try something unknown. Occasionally you will get deconstructions of pastiches, but the big two basically have a monopoly. Which is not healthy for the industry or the art. If marvel and dc are the only options, then there is not much incentive to try hard. Topically, white Spider-Man sells no matter what. So if you have some money free, consider supporting this kickstarter. And while Knightwrath was not for me, and Rook and Knight might not be my style either, I do highly recommend American Dreams. Also there are trading cards this kickstarter so that’s fun.

@geekgirl101 @nonbinary-bosmer @bear-of-mirrors @thefingerfuckingfemalefury @majingojira @littlemissonewhoisall @akirakan @paulsebert @strixobscuro @renaroo tagging some of the comics crowd I know in case any of you might want to contribute to the kickstarter or boost it. There are about twenty days left for the kickstarter and they are already over halfway to the goal, but I figured I should make a post on it since I did for the previous kickstarters. Plus you know, I plan to check out Rook and Knight myself too, even if it ends up not for me, I want to give it a fair shot.

[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer's Month Day 17: At a Wedding

(oh gosh, 17 already?!?)

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Summary: Eugene talks to Cass at Trevor's seal wedding and comes to some sobering realizations about the aftermath of the debacle at the Great Tree.

So...I *meant* to write just something fun and silly, but then Cass's Burned Arm showed up and it became Angst. Oops? This plays with some of the themes I touched upon in 'Burned but not Broken' , including societal attitudes towards a disfiguring injury, albeit from Eugene's perspective. This is perhaps one of the pieces I'm most proud of for this month, so I hope you'll give it a glance.

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“Ugh!” Cass glowered out at the rapidly darkening sky though the open flap of the tent. “That’s the whole day! I told Raps we could only stay for an hour tops."

“Cass Cass Cass Cass...” Eugene shook his head patronizingly as he leaned back against the cake table, arms crossed casually across his chest. “It’s Rapunzel. At a wedding. For animals that could arguably be called cute by someone who can overlook the fact that they smell like fish. Did you really think you’d be able to drag her away before they started literally kicking guests out?”

Cass stabbed her slice of cake with an asperity previously unknown to desserts in answer.

Eugene edged a little further away from Cass, one wary eye on her fork all the while (because if anyone could turn a utensil designed for nothing tougher than pudding into a deadly weapon, it’d be Cass). “I’m just saying, look at her!” He gestured towards his girlfriend, deep in animated conversation with a dandily-dressed man who, judging by the way he kept pointing at the banners and bouquets and ice sculpture (nice, but it couldn't hold a candle to those giant swans Rapunzel for some reason thought were tacky), must have been the decorator. “Something like this is a Rapunzel paradise!”

"Guess it’s true, then," Cass remarked ruefully, popping a forkful of cake in her mouth. "One man’s Paradise is another man’s Hell."

Hmph. For someone chowing down on sugar-drenched dessert, Cass sure was sour tonight. “What number slice of cake is that for you?”

“Second.”

Eugene arched a brow and glanced at the neat stack of empty plates behind Cass on the table, definitely more than two high, but thought better of it when she glanced out the flap again. If the sky could've been murdered with a look, she’d have done it.

Eugene frowned. Cass had been no stranger to speaking her thoughts on Rapunzel's thousand and one detours, but did she always have to be so huffy about it? Especially when today's detour was a non-life-threatening, magic-free, surprisingly good party considering it was a seal wedding? At the very least she could be grateful Trevor went with a normal, human-edible cake flavor instead of halibut

Showing people how to look on the bright side was usually Rapunzel's forte, but he'd picked up a few pointers over the years.

“Look.” Eugene straightened and moved to stand in front of Cass, slicing the air with his hand and doggedly looking away from the hand holding the fork (because she was punishing that cake and yeesh). “I know you’re eager to get back to hoofin’ it on the road for hours on end and sleeping on bare rock.” (God, he missed the caravan). “No doubt in part because it's been absolutely destroying my hair and complexion. But it’s been a rough trip for all of us, between Pincosta and that whole curse business, not to mention the Hell that went down at the Great Tree-“

At the mention of that latest misadventure, Eugene found his eyes involuntarily drifting down to Cass's right arm, the one responsible for the tremble rattling the cake plate, and his tongue froze. All thoughts of forcing rose-tinted glasses on Cassandra disintegrated as the cake and other dainties sitting in his own stomach soured.

The Tree had been Hell for all of them, but most of all for her.

He hadn’t seen the burn; he’d been pretty out of it when they escaped the Great Tree, and by the time the fog cleared from his head she was already wearing the impenetrable armor that concealed it from view.

Rapunzel had seen it, but the one time he tried to press her for details, she’d uncharacteristically clammed up and said it wasn’t their business (which was odd, because since when was other people’s personal lives *not* Rapunzel’s business?). The only definitive he got out of her that the injury was *Cass’s* fault (which was somewhere odder since he’d seen Cass in battle and it was the one time he would deign to admit she was actually better than him at something).

As far as what lay beneath the armor, he had been effectively kept in the dark by both girls. But he wasn’t blind; when you’re the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms, you learn how to pick up on things. The perpetual wince lurking just under Cass’s carefully neutral mask, the way she fumbled her way through basic training exercises as she tried to force some semblance of her old swordswoman skill into her clumsy (don’t tell her he said that) left, the way she hung back dragging her feet behind the rest of the group instead of assuredly striding out front, snapping at him and Lance to pick up the pace.

And when she, the committed early riser, strode into camp just as the rest of them were getting up? He caught the dampness in her eyes.

It was bad. The sort of injury you don’t come back from, and the thought that Cass, capable, snarky, dauntless, cut-that-out-Fitzherbert-or-I’ll-make-you Cass was now a cripple...

Never in his life had he thought he’d feel sympathy for Cass, or want to hug her of all things, and yet here he was.

Cass followed his gaze, and for a moment he saw something flash across her face. Fear, maybe? Shame? Grief? But it was gone the next minute, replaced by a teeth-baring grimace that sent a passing waiter doing an about face.

“And?”

Her spat remark, a dare for him to say anything about what the armor hid, brought Eugene back. Because of course she wouldn’t want that. Once word got out (and it would, secrets were impossible to keep in Corona), she’d be trapped in a world where everyone looked at her with pity in their eyes, if they bothered to turn them her way at all. Nothing would be as it was, and as much as he wished he could stop that from happening...the best thief in the Seven Kingdoms also knows when things are beyond his control.

But things between them? Yeah, *that* he could make sure stayed exactly the same.

Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms smugly over his chest once again and slipped on a cocksure mask to match her defiant one. “I’m just saying, Dragon Lady, it wouldn't kill you to kick back, relax, and have a little fun.” (That arm might, though- he kicked aside the intruding thought).

The growl he could practically see building in Cass’s throat tapered off and the grimace became a (relatively) tame scowl. “We did that in Hookhand’s caravan earlier today. And even if we hadn’t spending an entire afternoon at a *seal wedding* is absurd!”

...Fair point.

“And as for fun, the last wedding we went to was way more fun than this!”

Eugene blinked, incredulous. “Seriously?!? I was bound and about to marry against my will, Lance was dying of poison, and you all had to fight your way through a crime boss’s pack of goons to get to the altar.”

Cass sighed wistfully, scraping her fork across the plate to collect the last lingering globs of icing. “Good times.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Not as much that’s wrong with whoever spent all this coin on a *seal wedding.*”

Eugene swept his gaze around the tent, taking in once again the silk tablecloths, crystal stemware filled with forty-year vintage, and the pile of ostentatiously wrapped presents, all of which he’d shaken and none of which held anything worth less than a pouch stuffed with silvers.

“Yeah, that's fair.” Then, as Cass set aside her picked-clean plate onto the stack and gingerly crossed her arms (he pretended her didn't notice the wince), added with a mostly-real grin, "Hate to see what Trevor does for a baby shower."

The sound she made wasn’t quite a laugh, and she didn’t grin like he’d hoped, simply looked a little less severe, but he decided to count that as a win.

There was more that needed to be said, weightier things, quieter things, deeper things than jokes and teases and those little put downs neither truly meant that marked their conversations. He could see that in her downcast eyes as well. But Eugene kept mum.

That’s what Cass would want, after all; she hated people prying into her life, she’d told him so herself. And while placing a standing offer on the table that if she ever wanted to talk he’d be happy to listen (he really would) wouldn’t qualify as prying...well, he was committed to providing her with normalcy, right? Yeah. And touchy-feely soul bearing conversations weren’t what ‘normal’ looked like between them. That was it. This decision was what Cass would want.

(and no, this wasn’t the coward’s way out; *no one* short of Rapunzel and the Captain would *willingly* make such an offer, that’s his story and he's sticking to it).

Still, he might have said something more, he might have...

But Rapunzel appeared, babbling excitedly about the decorator Eugene just *had* to meet because he had *so many* ideas for their wedding, and dragged him away without so much as a glance Cass’s way.

He did, though, looking briefly over his shoulder.

The gaiety of the wedding seemed to shrink from Cass, leaving her in a gray, shadowy hollow, crippled arm curled protectively against her chest, and a pang lanced through his own.

Never had she looked so alone.

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Author's Note: I love Eugene; I think we all do. I'm not trying to cast shade on him or anything like that. But for some people, it's hard knowing what to say to a person who's life has just been irrevocably changed for the worst, and that's what I was trying to capture here, while also accounting for his failure to really mention her injury in canon. I hope you enjoyed!

[krenenbaker]

The new Halloween cards might actually kill me I fear

oh my gosh, I just took a look at them and

HELLO??

they're all GORGEOUS. hope you don't mind if I just dump some of my thoughts here...

Floyd is so silly goofy, Vil is almost ethereal, Jade is so dignified!! AND KALIM'S SSR??? OH MY!! but what's really going to put me six feet under?

CATER AND TREY.

Cater has that intensity that he has in some of his cards that's jshhsjssbkjhd and suits him so well? HIS HAIR TUCKED INTO HIS HAT AAAAA

AND TREY! shdhsnakdhd those suspenders and that little clover pouch... bag... ornament... thing are such a good look!! AND HIS LITTLE SMILE OUGH *disintegrates into dust* HE LOOKS SO GOOD!! I can't believe that's a R card!!

Basically... yeah, I can feel you on the new cards being likely to kill you because BUD, ME TOO!!

[late-to-the-fandom]

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

I never cared anything about Zovaal until reading @shipping-through-eternity stories and now I feel like he’s a real character that I hope is happy and feel a little bad about killing 😅

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Uh, more anything? More Renathal art, more NSFW Renathal art (why is there none???), more Renathal fans in general

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

So far I’m the only person I know that enjoys Anduin/Sylvanas. I thought their little cut scenes were so good together, idk, clearly it was just me and some random high up developer at Blizz 😂

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged) well gosh I only have one million 😂 but here’s one: I personally headcanon that the reason Renathal can hang out in Azeroth without being disintegrated by the light is that I differentiate between sunlight and Holy Light. Sunlight isn’t deadly just obnoxious. It’s Light from the nebulous, holy, Naaru region that’s Bad (and actually since the undead regularly walk around in the sun in Azeroth and since Theotar could go to Bastion where it’s light and not be disintegrated I feel like that’s not so out there).

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

I wouldn’t die defending anything, but I will stand by my belief that bisexual Renathal was always intended to be canon by Blizz seeing how flirty he is no matter who/what your character is.

[freedomfireflies]

Hi it’s me this anon again

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/738519237076893696/okay-okay-okay-i-have-so-much-to-say-and-i-feel

https://www.tumblr.com/freedomfireflies/738708596730281984/so-basically-he-just-loves-sex-lmfao-but

Is it okay if I could have an emoji or some kind of identifier? Or maybe you could choose one for me? I’m sorry, I’m terrible at that kind of stuff. I’ve followed you for a long time but just never had the courage to send you asks until lately.

In any case, I just read the teaser for Infinite You part two and *squeak* I swear I could feel my heart beating against my sternum 😣😣😣 no exaggeration, I got shaky while walking to my car. Like why do I feel so exposed 😵‍💫 Feel like I’m going to need to bundle and isolate, prepare myself for this next one. Holy moly already 🫣 if I disintegrate, it’s your fault. Xx

OH MY GOSH HI!!! I HAVE MISSED YOU!! I don't think I've ever done the emojis before (only because I literally cannot seem to remember) BUT I WOULD LOVE TO START!! I have NO idea which one you might like, so please feel free to pick whatever you'd want!!

Also GOODBYE I WILL SOB!!! This is so nice and so kind, thank you so much for even reading it at ALL!!! I love getting to talk to so many people, please never feel nervous to reach out!!

I hope it's an okay part, I feel like this might be more my jam than anyone else's but I suppose we will see HAHAH also I will happily pay your hospital bill aslfjsdf I ADORE YOU 😭💞💞

[koco-coko]

Tales of the Fractured - Chapter Two.

Oneshot collection of stuff based on/in The Reckoners trilogy by Brandon Sanderson.

Nothing Out of the Ordinary

The day-to-day workings of a Reckoners cell. ______

“Did you hear?” Greg said, sucking on a piece of candy. He rolled it around in his mouth, letting the sugary taste stick to his teeth.

“What? Did someone die? Shocker,” The younger girl said, huffing as she placed a crate on top of another. Why wasn’t Gregory helping her? Despite his age, he was much older than her and had much larger muscles. “Now can you actually do some work? I’ve been doing all the heavy-lifting all day,” The teenager whined, “I’m the researcher, dude. I should keep my brains trained, not my arms.” She said, her eyes squinting at him with a very judging gaze.

Greg ignored her order completely. “Greeggg.” She moaned. 

“Tia sent the message out last night. Remember Lila?” He said, smirking as he dismissed her sore arms. “Yep, sure. How could I not? You haven’t cleaned up her beer bottles yet.”

“Apparently she died yesterday. A transformative Epic turned into a little kid and stabbed her in the chest.”

The girl froze. That was… Sudden. “Well, it makes sense she died to a little kid. Why didn’t you bring this up earlier?” She asked, leaning against the boxes. 

Gregory shrugged, “I’m not sure. There wasn’t any better time to say it.”

She thought that was true, but a grimace churned around in her stomach. “Um, alright then. Is Prof gonna send us someone new or am I stuck with you?” She asked, chuckling sheepishly.

Gregory’s voice softened as he watched the younger Reckoner’s arms shake when she tried to open one of the crates, getting onto her tiptoes to snatch a granola bar from the pile that had been loaded off a minecart. “Not sure. I haven’t gotten word of anything yet. We should be okay for the next few days, though. I haven’t seen any trouble popping up lately,” He said, scratching his chin lazily. “So, uh, Jack? Maybe you can finish one of those gadgets in the meantime.”

Jackilyn shrugged. He rubbed the haphazardly braided dreadlocks. She was just happy he didn’t call her ‘Spots.’ She knew it was in a fond way, but it was grating. So what if she had patches of white on her skin? 

There was silence from that moment on. Lila… Jack remembered her well. She never understood how the hell that lady could’ve been a Reckoner. She had a temper, she was never really likable, and she took every opportunity to nab a cartoon of Budweiser. Maybe it was just slim pickings out in… Wherever they were. Jackilyn had moved around cells so many times she didn’t really care about the ‘states’ anymore. It was as if bad luck would just follow her wherever she went.

Gosh, it all sucked. She wanted to be a superhero by joining the Reckoners, but all she got was bookkeeper duty and a taste for bombs. Jack was hoping she’d get to do the amazing feats that the ones in Newcago or Ildithia could do, but instead she was stuck with manual labor and a lazy old man who did the bare minimum. Is there any justice?

“Spots,” Greg called out, crunching on the last bit of sour candy before swallowing it, “I can take the rest of it. You go do your teenage girl thing,” He chuckled as he finally stood up and easily lifted a box into his bulky arms. His T-Shirt barely fit around him and gripped his skin tightly. Jackilyn was noticeably a few feet shorter than him.

“Thanks, you old creep,” She teased despite silently fuming at the nickname. Jack reached around the corner and grabbed a satchel with two metal hooks. The fancy pleather had long since been worn out, but it wasn’t broken yet. She’d use it until the bottom had disintegrated.

Alone, Jackilyn strolled through a musky hallway carved from tensors. Ever since she was little, the inventions made out of Epic’s always made her perk up. The idea of being able to use someone else’s powers, to just simply put on a glove and suddenly you were a god– How was that not incredible?!

Eventually, she found a lonely staircase and yawned as she made her way up. The building she entered was broken and decrypted, but not the worst place she stayed. The windows were broken and covered with Scotch Tape and the brick building was leaning in on itself. Only slightly concerning, considering this was one of those old historic towns from the 1800’s. It was funny. People used to hang those they considered supernatural. Now it was the opposite. Ironic, Jackilyn thought.

The wind was the only sound outside and embers of dying candles were the only thing that kept it from being eerily quiet. Well, that and Ester’s snoring while he was spread over the table. In the corner was her safe spot– A workbench covered with tools and failed inventions. Ester was always mocking her for being so insistent that one day those grenades would work, but she hoped it was out of love. “Hey, Ester,” She whispered as she ruffled his hair. He groaned and swatted her hand away, then went back to his nap. It was their daily greeting at this point. She giggled, “Night, Ester.”

To keep the floorboards from creaking too loudly and waking Ester (God forbid), Jackie tip-toed to her workbench and sat down. She was extremely careful as she pulled the chair out, but lost all cautiousness when she saw her blueprints for a new bomb. Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips. She could barely sit still as she grabbed metal casings and screwdrivers. 

It wasn’t anything big, but people really underestimated the power of a glitter bomb. One blow, and you’d be caught in pretty pink smoke and glitter for days. It’d get stuck on your skin and get in your mouth and eyes, too! Silent but deadly. Even with all of Ester’s teasing, it was his idea to start off more simple. He was like a strange uncle. It was nice to have him around. It was better than Greg’s constant laziness. He was almost as bad as Lila. Well, now he was the bad one. Lila was gone.

Damn. No more beer bottles would be left on the floor, no more rambling about God knows what, no more enthusiasm whenever they spotted vintage dolls at abandoned thrift stops… She was going to miss that, but what could you do? At least one of Lila’s dolls was still somewhere by the kitchen. Soon enough, Jack realized she couldn’t stay focused on her inventions. Surprisingly. Usually asking her to go do something at the workbench would occupy her for at least three or four hours, but now it didn’t feel the same. Death happened, she thought, and you’ve gotta move on. No point crying when tears don’t solve nothing.

"Ester?" Jackie called as she rummaged through one of her drawers. "Ester, wake up."

Ester merely grumbled in his sleep. Jackie grabbed a piece of scrap metal and threw it at his head. “Ester! Ester!” She cried like a small child. The hunk of trash bounced off his head, causing him to groan and finally lift his head. Jackie smiled and fixed the cuff of her overalls when it nagged at her socks. They were stained with patches of dirt and motor oil. 

“Ugh, you are the worst, brat,” He jabbed, rubbing his eyes and yawning loudly. He stretched over the wooden chair like a cat. Jackily smirked when she was called a brat. “I was having a good nap, but you just had to ruin it, huh?” He complained, yawning once again. His act was very convincing and it grew by the day. 

The quiet grew, and then Ester snorted. “Wow. You ran out of retorts today? Usually you’ve got something else.” 

Jackie rolled her eyes, sucking in on her teeth with a fond smile, “I can only handle so much of you and Gregory. I need a brain break.”

“Fair. Greg is something else.”

Ester sighed as he stood up and fixed the ruffled brunette hair. He whispered something to himself, but simply moved on with his day and carefully pulled out a bowl of fine china from one of the cabinets. Then, he went to a refrigerator with ice on every shelf and grabbed milk and a box of brand cereal that he had accidentally left inside. ‘Accidentally,’ but Jackilyn knew he left it there because it was more convenient for him. 

“So,” He said as he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, “Ya hear the news on Lila?” He chewed.

Jackie sighed. She rubbed some of the fingerprints off the lenses on her goggles. She could only guess it was Lila in one of her beer-filled stupors. “Yeah. Epic hid as a little kid to get her.”

“Serves her right,” Ester exclaimed, not a glint of remorse in his eyes as he scrolled through his mobile. His cheek was filled like a chipmunk’s, only with cereal instead of acorns. “Damn bitch stole my hoodie. My hoodie!” 

Jackie’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Lila wasn’t that bad, was she? She wasn’t the best, but that didn’t mean she should’ve been dismissed so much. Was she really that sucky as a person? She did her job well, at the very least. “Maybe Prof will give it back next time he visits?” She told him while she poked around the shell of an old grenade with a scalpel to cut any wires before it could detonate. 

She was a pro at stuff like this, so she had no qualms about defusing a (likely inactive, for the record) bomb indoors. She’d been doing it since Ester found her on the streets three years ago, messing with old syringes and selling them to whatever addict gave her the money. She was at age fourteen, and even now she prided herself on being an entrepreneur.

“I’ll message him about that. Still, he’s probably just gonna say I should get over it or something,” He said while he poked around the now pink milk. 

It was shocking how childish Ester was, even when he was almost forty. His T-Shirt was that of an old rock band and his jeans were torn. Wrinkles were growing around his jaw, but he didn’t seem to mind. He looked better than most others around town. Gregory was like him. Except he had so many muscles that any shirt they bought barely fit on the poor guy and his beard had already turned gray.

Speaking of the devil, Greg popped his knuckles as he emerged from the dark depths. “Did anyone miss me?”

“No,” Jackie responded as she casually cut a red wire. Now the grenade was truly defunct and she could start building her masterpiece. Excitedly, she slid the goggles off her eyes and let them dangle around her neck. 

Gregory feigned a dramatic sigh, “Well, maybe next time.”

Ester spun his spoon through his fingers, completely bored. “Why don’t you just live down in that shaft? It’d be more efficient for us and you're there most of the day anyway. I’ll have Jack bring you food.”

“I need sunlight every once in a while, my boy,” Greg laughed heartily as he strode lightly to the kitchen, then glanced out the board up window. A few nails were sticking out. Jack knew they’d probably force her to do it at some point, even if it was Ester’s fault they weren’t in properly. “Or whatever’s left of it. The moon bounces off the sun’s rays, so it still counts,” He laughed.

“Spots? Are you not joining us for dinner?” He asked, gently.

“Not hungry. I’ve got a project to finish, anyways.”

Gregory hummed to himself, but eventually let go of the subject. 

Jackilyn worked into the late hours of the night. Glitter and sparkles coated her entire workbench and a part of her denim jacket, but she was too enthralled by her handiwork to grasp the state she was in. All her brain closed in on was finishing the distraction device, but she was occasionally pulled back to reality when Ester snored so loudly she could hear it clear as day. He was on the second floor.

After several test trials, she finally decided that 3:14 A.M. was a healthy time to end her workday. The bomb wasn’t anywhere near completion, but now she knew where all the parts needed to go so it wouldn’t make a measly puff of smoke. Prototypes were just as important as the results. She yawned and delicately put her goggles away, then cracked her back over the flimsy wooden chair. Oh, how her spine would hate her in a few years. Oh, well. Reckoner’s didn’t have long lifespans, when she thought about it long enough.

Poor Lila. Even the Reckoners, champions of order, mocked her. Maybe Jackie could save some of her creepy doll collection before Ester decided to burn it for the fireplace they installed upstairs. Well, that she installed upstairs. Most of the renovations to the old house were her doing. 

Jackilyn, debating whether or not to just retire at her workbench for the night, drowsily stood up and threw her denim jacket onto her chair. Underneath her overalls was one of Ester’s black, old band T-Shirts, but it barely fit her scrawny build and covered her entire torso. She threw the pair of bib straps down as well, since she didn’t actually need them to keep her pants up. It simply looked better. The teen grabbed the single candle lit for her and began to trudge upstairs to the pile of sleeping bags.

Knock knock knock.

Jackie froze in place. Someone was here. Knocking. At three in the morning. She was in a horror movie now. Nobody upstairs would’ve heard it over Ester’s snoring, and it was probably that same noise which alerted someone that life was here. Jack cursed to herself and turned to face the door. 

“Excuse me?” A voice cried out, muffled by the oakwood. “I don’t mean any harm…” It mumbled.  

Jackilyn’s heartbeat became rapid thumps. What was she supposed to do? Should she grab Ester and Greg? Ester would simply ignore it and Greg was too soft to do anything about his verdict. What would answering the door do? What if it was an Epic? What if she was about to die like Lila did, tricked by an Epic?

She did what she thought was best. She placed the candle onto the bottom stair and nabbed the shotgun that lay next to the base of the railing. Gregory always kept it loaded in case of an emergency. She didn’t even have to cock it. Her brain told her to stay calm and not shake, but her nerves were on fire. This was going to be the death of her, she knew it. 

“Who’s there?!” She shouted, unapologetic.

The voice turned into a whimper, “I just wanted to ask something. Pretty please?” 

‘Ask,” Jackie attempted her most intimidating voice, but there was a reason they made her work behind the scenes. Ester was much better at making people fear him.

“Do you have any food? My brother is sick and I was hoping you’d have some soup or… I dunno, something.”

Jack licked her lips. It could easily be a trick. People were unapologetic nowadays and she knew what a con-artist was like, from personal experience as one. Still, it would’ve been cruel to leave that poor girl alone in the cold night. She didn’t want to be as cold and cynical as Ester. It wasn’t on her bucket list. Sighing, knowing she’d get one hell of a scolding, Jackie opened the door by an inch. Just enough to let the chilly, red tainted night of Calamity into her home. “Any flavor?”

“Anything I can warm up,” The kid bounced on her toes with a large smile. She was just some short Asian girl with jet black hair who might’ve been a little younger than Jackilyn herself. 

Jack slammed the door and retrieved the nearest can of tomato soup, then quickly shoved it into the girl’s arms. The shotgun was still hidden behind the door. 

The poor girl’s eyes lit up. “Oh, thank you, miss!” She exclaimed in a quiet whisper. Jackilyn’s nose scrunched up when she looked so happy. “I’d been knocking on every door tonight and you’re the first person to answer. Thanks a lot.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go back home before Hypno spots you. He hates when people are out late at night, ya know,” Jackilyn didn’t dare poke her head out any farther in fear of being spotted by one of the Epic’s mindless, zombie-like drones. All those poor victims were just walking security cameras who had no thoughts of their own. They couldn’t even speak or move without Hypno’s doing. They walked in the same patterns everyday in the middle of the streets and didn’t have any hearing to speak of, so experts could avoid their already thin line of sight with enough practice. Still, while a normal person would be fine out in the daylight, it was better for the Reckoners not to be spotted at all. 

“Epics hate people no matter what time of day. It wouldn’t change anything,” She giggled shyly, sorrow invading her joyful eyes. 

Jackilyn swallowed, “Just go. Please.” She didn’t wait for the petite girl to leave her doorstep and slammed the door, turning every single lock. When she heard light footsteps get out of earshot, she finally allowed herself to breathe. Her chest became light and the adrenaline slowly began to die down. That’s when she realized the snoring had stopped.

“What in the hell was that?” Ester accused, standing right next to the candle. “I told you to stop feeding those strays. Feed them once, and they’ll come back for seconds and bring all of their friends with them,” Ester spoke in a mean, sharp tone as he yanked the shotgun from her arms and roughly put it down into its normal spot and checked to make sure the door was properly sealed. Dust made a perfect outline of the slightly tilted way it stood. Gregory was a few steps up, but didn’t comment. “I swear, do we need to set a bedtime for you?” He grumbled to himself, then stomped back upstairs to sulk by himself.

Jackie sighed a quiet ‘Sorry,’ before shamefully dragging her feet upstairs. Gregory waited for her to reach his level before going back up.

Jackilyn threw herself on top of a purple sleeping bag, making the floor creak beneath her. This old Victorian home was so close to falling apart… Why did they even stay here? The teen didn’t even attempt to put herself into the bag. She’d been all too familiar with the concept of overheating in that stuffy foil and having a nightmare that she was burning because of it. 

Gregory didn’t mind the hellish bags, though, and quietly tucked himself back in for the night. Ester was still grumbling in his special little corner, where he slept far away from the rest of the group. It was kind of funny, considering he looked like a tiny caterpillar when he was in a green sleeping bag and always balled himself up at night. Ironic, too, since he disturbed them more than vice-versa.

“You did the right thing, Spots,” Gregory calmly whispered, his eyes softly closed. Jackilyn rubbed one of her melatonin free patches on her arm shyly. While Ester was a weird uncle, Gregory always tried being a weird dad. There were many failures, but this wasn’t one of them. Jackie comfortably laid down on her sleeping bag, laying on her side to face Greg. He was as peaceful as he always was. She saw a necklace peek out of the bag that shimmered in the moonlight that combined with Calamity’s bloody glare. It took the form of a curvy, stylized S.

“You’ve got a good heart. Keep it. Lord knows the world needs it.”

[jm-chrome]

Okay so I just watched Hollow Mind and I. Need. To. Vent. So here’s a post to dump all my feelings about that soul-crushing episode :”))

⚠️Spoilers Ahead⚠️

The Rebels

In the previous episode, we saw Darius actually helping Raine with their rebellious pursuit against Belos and now we see that Eberwolf is also a part of this. I’m intrigued to know when and how exactly did Darius and Eberwolf became part of the rebellion. Perhaps Raine was able to persuade them while being “tormented” in Eda’s Requiem

Also, despite all the heartbreaking revelations about Hunter, I’m glad we had this scene of Darius caring for him. Darius went from stopping Raine from trying to help Eda in saving Luz to immediately wanting to help after finding out that Hunter was stuck with her too. :”))

The Brothers

So it seems like Belos is the little brother and it’s interesting how kid Belos was always happily looking up to his brother in the few memories of them we got to see (He was even shown to be carving Belos’ old mask as a kid 😢). He admired him and undoubtedly loved him at some point. 

What could have happened for that bond to completely change into a corrupted cycle of Belos repeatedly cloning and killing his beloved older brother and feeling no hint of remorse when talking about it?

This jerk was literally SMIRKING while being accused of enjoying reincarnating and killing his brother over and over agian... and Hunter was there to witness it.  *screams internally*

The Previous Golden Guard

First off, let me just cry about how Darius looked sad in Hunter’s ceremony of becoming the new Golden Guard. We know that the old one was his mentor which he respected and looked up to, so I could just imagine Darius’ grief when Hunter Version 6 Plus or something was killed disappeared. Also, the previous Hunters must not have looked that much different from each other, right? Do you guys think Darius has some suspicions about Hunter’s true identity with how similar he might have looked like (and probably acted like too) with the previous Golden Guard?

The Palisman Souls

In Hunting Palisman, we see Belos feel sick and overwhelmed with this goopy-monster-form (yes I shall call it that from now on) which kinda looks like the embodiment of the palisman souls we saw in his mindscape. Since he was able to capture and disintegrate it, I feel like he just now gained full control of his goopy-monster-form. Gosh I hope not...

Bananas

And let’s not forget the biggest revelation of them all... Bananas don’t exist in The Demon Realm?!!????!?! Yeah sorry I just wanted to end this post in a lighter note ;-; I have more stuff that I wanna rant about but I don’t want to make this post too long since it’s so hard to write in the mobile Tumblr app. If you made it this far- thanks for reading my rambles and best of luck on trying to recover from this episode :”))

[tumblingxelian]

No worries, asks aren't an obligation after all, though I will say the bare bones and 'for now' fills with with intrigue and hope to hear more about this fascinating take!

No pressure though :3c

Oof, I can see that especially as it aligns with the "Troubled person disintegrates to see if anyone cares" about them psychological thing and it does seem like a conclusion she'd draw.

Though yeah less than idea.

Mhm that all makes sense and is very intriguing to say the least, I like the less belligerent but more vindictive angle, its clever. She doesn't have some big plan, just a new equally unhealthy attitude and perspective.

Cutting Sabrina off would be fascinating, I imagine it makes her one of the earliest if not the earliest Akuma victims. I also wonder if Chloe hires a tutor given, well, everything. Also, gosh I LOVE Chloe knowing more about how all this works than Gabriel, he'd be so confused and maybe a little pissed off about it.

Oooh snap, so she's breaking the story over her knee without even trying too! Also yeah, Chloe's always been dangerous and effective in fights, add in her wealthy of experience compared to Adrien or Ladybug's and its not even a contest here. I always figured that HK didn't get to decide on the powers, otherwise Reflekta's useless ability just raises so many questions, but I get you.

Also her breaking Akumatization & bailing with the ring, oooh, I am super intrigued!

Also gosh, this begs the big question of how Adrien has been interpreting like... All of this.

Cos he was insulated from Chloe's more belligerent tendencies until seeing them at school. Here that nay not have happened, but also Chloe's likely at a minimum way more standoffish with him and that hurts but is also confusing.

Like, no one else is surprised Chloe dropped Sabrina, save that she actually seems to be trying to do her own work. Sabrina is probably, once over the "I no longer have a use I am worthless!", Akumatization, latching onto someone else and convincing herself she should have seen it coming.

Adrien doesn't have any context for this, as far as he knows Chloe was happy and helpful to him one day and now she's cold and Akumatizing the next. Everyone else tells him she was always like this, but that can't be all there is to it right?

Then she beats up Chat Noir and steals Plagg.

Throwing in another ask as requestion:

So, how would you write a "Post S5, Chloe is sent back to the start of S1" and specifically into her own body kind of fic?

The mechanics, motives and circumstances are all in your hands.

Sorry this day got swallowed up by other things. I'm going to give you bare bones for now. It would be a lot of Chloe learning negative 'truths'. Adrien *doesn't* care, Ladybug doesn't care. Andre doesn't care. Audrey doesn't care. Sabrina doesn't care. Ms. Bustier doesn't care. Lila doesn't care. No one cares about her.

Maybe it's not the best lesson but it feels like where she is post S5.

So, she's going to be more vindictive but less belligerent. The class doesn't care. There's no reason to browbeat them, and her father is mean and doesn't lover her anyway, so don't bother asking for his help. She's not going to push, but so help me if you bump into her in the hall she'll have you for dinner. She'd probably cut off Sabrina and demand her own work out of spite. She won't love Ladybug when she shows up. She will get akumatized, She will confuse Hawkmoth because she'll be far more knowledgeable than him about how this all works. She'll demand a smarter power than he wanted to give her, and she'll corner Cat Noir first(remembering Antibug) and take his ring. She'll be shocked it's Adrien, and she'll break akumatization(much earlier) while high tailing it with the ring. There's more but I'm out of time right now.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Another gift for you Babbit, this one is a little darker, a little more spooky. I hope you enjoy it, or at the very least, you don't hate it. Thank you for your lovely stories, you're a real one :3c

I did it again, I can't stay away from this AU I'msosorry- It's my favorite spooky Babbit story and it lives rent free in my mind. New Afton virus art just dropped? You know the vibes 🙃

So, if you would, have a slice of feral and problematic Virus! Sun and Moon? Please don't hold it against them, you don't know what they've been through. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

(These super short one-shots contain semi-graphic depictions of violence. There is depictions of blood, minor amounts of gore, and implied death of humans. I don't think I'm good enough of a writer to really, properly scare anyone, but I also do not want to make anyone uncomfy. I would rate this at 13+, but if you're squeamish, then you might not like these. I'm hiding them under the cut.)

☼ ✴ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✴ ☼ Into the Swing of Things:

The hallway was bright, the lights blazed like white fire clinging to the ceiling. The hum of the electricity buzzed in the background, it's hard work going unnoticed. The initial swing had only been a tap, really. The bat had made more of a clatter when it hit the floor than the leg. Humans were so…fragile.

It made this so easy!

Yellow hands flew to rosy cheeks, a joyous laughter floated over the sniveling at his feet. Sun just couldn't contain his excitement, he was being so helpful! His eyes flashed fluorescent purple, pupils curled into hearts.

Absolutely anything, anything for you!

"Oh, gosh! That must've hurt, you're critically injured!" Sun giggled, pitching to static like a fizzy hiccup. "I'm getting better at this!"

"Please- please! Someone help me-!" Ah, the magic words. He really didn't have to shout, though. Sun gave a bemused smirk to the man slinking across the stained carpet. He really should've considered the consequences of working with Afton. Oh well. He could try to crawl away, but what's the point?

All he had to say was please!

"Yes, yes of course!" Another giggle ebbed into a wistful sigh. "I'm sorry, I was having too much fun. Where are my manners? Here, allow me!"

The animatronic's hands left his face, reaching down in a swift dip to pluck the bat off the floor by it's handle. With a twirl of his hand, he have the glossed wood a quick once-over. With a fake gasp, he theatrically flicked a previously dislodged chunk of Mr. Michael off of the bat, before a sharp nod of approval.

This part always went by so fast. Sun's processor almost had a hard time keeping up. The bat swung, a shattering crack as his target burst in a shower of splintered everything. The man went limp, what was left of his body rag-dolled to the floor in an obscenely wet plop. The handle of the bat practically disintegrated in the metal vice grip. Sun flexed his joints open, and emptied the remaining shards of wood onto the floor.

The silence threatened to swallow the room, before a light 'tsk tsk'ing hung in its place.

'Goodness, I really went overboard, didn't I?" Sun scolded himself, but he couldn't stop the wide grin stretched across his face plate. He was getting better at this. His thoughts drifted to you, his sweet, precious Sunshine. You were going to be so, so happy with him!

Sun wiggled in his casing, hands flapping in a little pulse of nervous, jubilant energy. The bells tied to his wrists chimed in unison, danging from shimmery, purple ribbons. He was almost lost in a fit of laughter before a small creak of metal caught his attention from the end of the hall.

It was a small cleaning cart, with a Staff bot in tow. The little fella had paused in the hall when he had seen Sun, patiently waiting to help with his new task.

'Oh hello there! Your timing in impeccable as always my dear friend!" Sun cooed at the modest bot, watching a small pink glow rise from its grey face. The sunny animatronic chuckled, sweet and fluffy, before his attention turned back to the mess he had made of the hall. The staff bot approached, stoic in the face of anything, as usual.

"Guess I really knocked him out of the park huh?" Sun poised, jabbing his thumb over at the leftovers scattered on the hallway floor, his eyes playfully sparkled at the staff bot. It's shoulders slumped, if only minutely, before it rolled out from behind the cart, deciding to start without Sun and his antics. Aw.

"You're right, I guess these jokes are kinda out of my league." The bright eyed animatronic tilted and bent around the staff bot, chest and legs facing the wrong ways against the arch of his spine. His rays spun with a silly whirl next to the staff bot, flashing his coy, expecting smirk. Sun was never one to give up so easily.

The staff bot let out a flitter of beeps, a laugh it had tried to hide from the jester bouncing next to it. Sun gave a pleased hum, satisfied with the reaction, for now. He untwisted, straightening with a series of clicks. Alright, alright, he had his fun.

Now, it was clean-up time.

 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ When the Stars Suffer Alone:

Moon had never considered himself very patient. He certainly did not fancy waiting on the last breath of trespassers either, especially when it was in the dingiest bathroom in the whole Plex.

But time didn't seem to matter when you were on his mind.

It was a little thing, really. Such a small, delicate strand of silk, yet it meant so much to the celestial animatronic. A smooth, purple ribbon hugged the palm of his hand, the tails of the tiny bow fluttered against the back of his wrist. Even in times like this, he felt his focus drift away to you. He wanted to hold you tight, keep you safe…

You had nothing to worry about, not when your Knight in Shining Nightcap was around.

A choked gurgle tugged Moon away from his thoughts. A lazy glimpse landed to the useless pile of human on the floor as it twitched like gelatin. His chest heaved, looking for any sliver of life left in his punctured body. Moon was not rushed or worried, this guy wasn't going anywhere. Not looking like a fresh slice of swiss cheese.

No where to go.

The gurgling breath continued, and Moon cocked an eyebrow at the mess. His eyes were heavy, a soft but a pretentious glint of pity shined through them.

"You didn't give me much choice, you know. You really should have held better company." Moon chuckled, his voice held it's vicious tone, despite the serene smile on his face. His hands clasped together, a dreamy sigh of artificial breath hissing out of his fan.

"But I suppose some people learn the easy way…"

A hand lifted off the floor, a desperate, shaky attempt at salvation. It gave a pathetic tug on Moon's silken pants, before the last bit of air finally escaped its bloodied prison. The hand fell, dejected, back into the pool of blood on the tile with a muted splat.

"And some people learn the hard way."

The long row of mirror along the titled wall glinted with a purple hue- Moon's vivid eyes were the only source of light in the pitch black of the bathroom. He had felt pretty clever, cornering this trespasser here in record time. And it was even on tile, so much easier to clean than carpet.

And away from his precious Starlight. You shouldn't need to fret over such intruders. You had better things to do. Moon's eyes fluttered at the thought of you and Sun, who was probably insisting you stay for another round of Hide and Seek. Midnight blue fingers drummed together in thought.

He wanted to play, too. Anything to spend time with you. Anything to keep you close…

Maybe you could hide together.

Moon's eyes shot down to his pants before he huffed. He was going to need to change before he could do anything with you. It wasn't a good look, running around with hand prints stained on his clothes. Infuriating rule breaker, his thoughts curdled at the sight of the meaty lump on the floor.

Humans were so…fragile. His hands clapped together, a nervous shutter rattled deep in his core. A memory file opened, unprompted; an unwanted video file blocking his vision input. Blood, so much blood, skin, a scream he never wanted to hear out of you again. Why now?

"Moon…hel-p…help me!"

The animatronic let out a growl, his head shook until the file closed. His sight returned to the cool of the dark room, but he found no comfort in the lonely shadows. It happened so often, his code would bug and open things he did not want to ever see again. No matter what he seemed to do, they were always there to haunt him. He couldn't seem to delete them, they always came back.

No one was ever going to take you away from him. Ever. Your Nightlight would always keep you safe.

Moon left the bathroom in a hurry, a sudden burning in his wires to see you overwhelmed his common sense. With a swift leap into the air he was clipped to his cord, before zipping to the Daycare like a bat out of hell.

Two wet floor bots obediently blocked the door to the bathroom in Moon's absence; as they awaited for the staff bots that were surely on the way. There was a lot of work to do, after all.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ☼ ☾ :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

IM LIVING. IM ALIVE. AND IT IS A WONDERFUL, GLORIOUS DAY, BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY TUMBLR USER @underhanded-lamb . MY CROPS ARE WATERED. MY SKIN IS CLEAR. There is so much love in my heart for these lil fics and for u who wrote them sdhfshdfj thank u

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hi! i saw you asking for camilo requests so i decided to try!

could we possibly get the reader awaking from a nightmare and camilo comforts them! [gender neutral reader pls!]

happy holidays! <3

keep the monsters at bay

gosh i am SO sorry it's taken so long, i hope this is okay!! as always if there's anything you'd like changing feel free to let me know, i'm okay with rewriting!!

pairing: camilo madrigal x reader

type: fluff

summary: camilo comforts you after a nightmare.

word count: 1,060

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A normal sleepover between friends, that’s what this was. You and Camilo were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Which is why you were currently laid beside him in his bed, silently pleading that no one would walk in on the two of you as he held you close, tracing meaningless patterns on your scalp to lull you into sleep. Lazily craning your neck to see his face and smiling, you whispered a quick goodnight to him, which he returned, before snuggling into his chest and placing your ear in the perfect place to hear his steady heartbeat.

“Sleep easy, mi ángel.” Camilo murmured into your hair, his hand now slowly tracing up and down your spine. The feeling soon faded and the comforting grip he had on you loosened which meant he must’ve fallen asleep, urging you to do the same. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be taken into the deep abyss of both emptiness and dreams - or nightmares, in this case.

Everything was twisted; the faces, the buildings, even the sky resembled the milky way. Whichever way you looked you saw mixed hues of purple and black, mashing together and replacing the familiar sights of Encanto that you claimed to know so well. Even the people you loved were being held hostage by this grotesque sight. You were running. Where? You didn’t know, all you knew is that you had to get out of there before it took a hold on you too, and you screamed as you ran into a barely recognisable curly haired boy.

“Camilo!” you shouted, voice raw, freezing in fear as you saw his face was also a swirly mix of purple and black. “No, no, no! Not you as well, please, you have to come back to me, Camilo, please, I can’t lose you too-” You paused before letting out a piercing shriek as you pushed him square in the chest as he lunged for you, falling to your knees and covering your ears as he fell back onto the floor not too far from you. Thankfully, you failed to see him slowly disintegrating as soon as he hit the pavement, the sinister smile never leaving his face.

The buildings of the town soon began towering over you, growing and morphing into all sorts of weird shapes, blocking your view of the trees and the skies as you peered above, hands still over your ears in a weak attempt to quieten the monstrous sounds emerging from who knows what. All you could do was crouch down, alone, helpless, as the world around you fell apart. This all felt like some sick nightmare, a sick, dastardly nightmare, and you could only hope that it was, that none of this was real and that you were okay and safe, and that Camilo was okay and your home was still standing, and-

You regained consciousness to the feeling of a soft hand against your cheek, Camilo’s brown eyes worriedly looking into your own. It wasn't long before you were sitting up again and throwing yourself into his arms, crying a little too loudly into his shoulder. He didn’t mention it though. Fully aware of his sister’s abilities (and, well, anyone’s with how thin Casita’s walls were) he still made the decision to hold you tightly, shutting down your apologies for waking him up. He didn’t care, as long as you were okay, which you ever so clearly weren’t.

Camilo struggled to find the right words for comfort, so he took to silently rocking you and slowly brushing his fingers through your hair, occasionally whispering sweet nothings into your ear so you knew that you weren’t alone.

It took a while, but eventually he spoke up, voice softer than ever and evidently laced with sleep, making you feel even worse. “Do you wanna talk about it? Was it a nightmare?” Camilo asked, patiently waiting for an answer despite it taking you some time.

Fumbling with your fingers as you sat opposite him, you tried to gather your thoughts before uttering out a sentence. No matter how stupid it felt, the memories were real and crystal clear. It felt nothing less than a proper experience, and you could only hope that Camilo (and Dolores) wouldn’t judge you. “Encanto was… I don’t know,” you said slowly, wiping your eyes and sniffing. “Everything looked weird - like we were in the middle of space? I don’t know, I don’t know.” Camilo could’ve sworn his heart snapped in two at the fear in your voice, an inkling in the back of his mind telling him that wasn’t the end of it, so he chose not to reply and to instead give you more time to add on anything else. You sighed. “And I lost you, too, Cami.” you whispered, a fresh batch of tears falling from your eyes as he pulled you into his shoulder again.

The familiar scent of the boy you loved filled your nostrils as you fiddled with a thread on the back of his shirt. His steady breathing helped to even out your own, and you closed your eyes for just a second to try and relax, pushing away the memories from the nightmare. Camilo leaving you. The town falling to its doom. Your friends, your family - gone. You felt your boyfriend shuffling about and soon after he was bringing you to lie down with him, the firm hold he had around your waist never loosening. He rested his chin atop your head as you placed your ear on his chest to hear his steady heartbeat, smiling as he resumed stroking your hair.

“I love you, ángel.” was the last thing you heard before you fell back into a peaceful sleep, waking up the next morning to the familiar feeling of Camilo’s arms wrapped securely around you and his lips peppering the crown of your head, contorting into a smile at the sound of your giggles. It was safe to say he would never leave you like he did in that horrific nightmare, and you were lucky to have him. It took nothing more after that night he woke up to you kicking and thrashing about to keep an eye on you whenever you slept in the vicinity of one another, hoping to be the knight in shining armour if it were to ever happen again.