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#1 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Feast your eyes on the most badass cosplay you have ever seen! The font of manliness, the peerless master, the only rival Bing-ge will ever have...!!!
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#2 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Perfect replica of Cheng Luan, I pumped iron for six months for the all-natural chest muscles hahaha, and there's even a little sword charm matching little sister Mingyan's for the gege appeal! This cosplay will be debuted in full during the next great Shanghai convention, come and get your photos after the contest!Ā
#3 Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
Awww the little charm is so adorable!!!! Secret brocon Liu-gege~Ā¤*Ā
#4 Cang Qiong Mountain Stair-Cleaning Manager
The all natural chest is also cute >:3c
#5 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
... Is that a repurposed Japanese kimono? Are you honestly saying that covering the sober, dignified, strong-and-silent Liu Qingge's body with fancy belts and embroidery to break up the outline of *the wrong garment entirely* and distracting the viewer via slutting it up is good cosplay?
My apologies, I have unfairly maligned you -- it's a YUKATA. For those who don't know the difference, it is exactly that of silk versus cheap cotton.Ā
Just like the difference between an actual effort-grown chest and one shaped with badly blended makeup. There are still fingerprints in the hollow by your left lower ribs. Tssk.
#6 grass your mother and fuck your horse
Everyone pack it up, the quality check expert has shown up to close the threadĀ
#7 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
#6, I have no issue with the cosplay itself but don't present it as the best and manliest when you can't even be bothered to source a local hanfu. The cosplay contest judges will laugh him out of the lineup.Ā
By the way, regarding the charm... Tyrian does not mean *green*. You might assume this is Airplane's lackadaisical approach to continuity but out of seven color references to Liu Mingyan's sword charm, six were synonyms for purple and amethyst and other lazy bullshit, and the seventh was a reference to her veil, which is, let's consult the database... lavender!
#8 NĀ°1 Eternal War God
Someone looked at my abs reeeeeal close there... Jealous??
You keep going about quality control like we could actually source authentic materials, you remember we're in real life? Who cares if it's not real so long as it gives the right feel? Spoken as someone who's never gotten off his gamer chair and can only piss on the efforts of others, do better if you can
#9 The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
/eating popcorn by the bucket
(things are heating up in the war god fandom!!!!!)
#10 Peerless Cucumber (Expert)
You know what, I think I will. See you at the contest.
#11 The People's Daily Salute To The Heavens
:O GASP
#12 Littlest Cutest YingYingYing
#11 ditto, :O GASP
#12 Little Sister Connoisseur
#11 #12 ditto ditto, :O GASPGASP
#13 grass your mother and fuck your horse
Yeah ok i'll also give it a gasp.
#asuka writes#svsss#i have ZERO eta for this fic#none at all#i just has so much fun writing that it's ONE AM AND I WORK TOMORROW hhhh.#teaser
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fuck-it friday
tagged by my beloved @perfectlysunny02, and I'm currently working on a lil somethin' somethin' for y'all based off that "baggage". this floated into my head today, so this is what you get:
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āMaybe he just needs time,ā Tommy offers, lifting a hand to gesticulate at the invisible offer.Ā
Eddie narrows his gaze at Tommy, giving a slight scowl. āWhat time? Heās had months of time.āĀ
Evan clears his throat, pushing up off of the chair. āI-ā¦I think he means more than just space, Eds.ā
Eddie looks over at Buck, and then back up at Tommy, whose gaze is now on his watchband that heās twisting nervously. Tommy looks up at him nervously.Ā
āLook man, I-..āĀ
āNo thatās a terrible fucking idea,ā Eddie retorts. āSo not only is my son hundreds of miles away, but I should stop reaching out and let him think Iāve completely given up on him too?āĀ
āThatās not what-..ā āHeās trying to suggest-..āĀ
āNo!ā Eddie growls. āHeās my son!Ā And beyond that, I donāt understand why it matters so god damn much if I want to be left alone for a few days. Itās not like anyone had a problem with Buck wanting to jump off the 118 a few weeks back.āĀ
Tommyās gaze suddenly shoots up in Evanās direction as his expression shifts from one of concern to one thatā¦Evanās never seen it on his face before, but thereās a definitive degree of pain in his eyes.Ā
āWhat?ā He rasps. His breaths are shallower, quicker. āY-you what?āĀ
Evan glares at Eddie. āThatās not what this is about right now.āĀ
āSeems like it is,ā Eddie replies, tilting his head in Tommyās direction.Ā
#bucktommy#fuck it friday#teaser#tidbit#this doesn't have a title yet#tevan#kinley#firepilot#firebeast#my fic
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#BRUHHHHHH I NEED ANOTHER TEASER I BEG YOU RIOT#ITS BEEN THREE YEARS I CANT WAIT TO USE NEW CONTENT FOR GIFS LMAO#personal tag#dont look at me im just here to complain about content drought lmao its really not good in fostering a healthy fandom ngl#because ppl will just hyperfixate and consume media for like a month and then the fandom goes poof right after lol#i miss all the people scrutinizing media every week i miss all the essays pumping out when content arrives#these days its just.... nothing lmao i only really still have arcane in my mind because of fanfiction and a lot of fics have been inactive#ik we're getting new stuff in a few months#and ik we're not in canceled shows hell but like#i really hope that if theres season 3 we're gonna get it a bit more regularly#i really miss it when content was like weekly or every 2 weeks because ppl and the fandom are wayyyy more active during those times#binge culture and netflix sort of changed it lol#i miss it when fandoms were huge!!! i miss it when it was so CHAOTIC lmaooooooooo#I MISS WAITING FOR LONG ASS HOURS WAITING FOR CONTENT TO RELEASE EVERY WEEK!!!! I MISS IT!!!! that was like what 12 years ago LOL#I KNOW arcane is special with their 3 year drought because it takes time to make arcane#but like..... idk man i miss content lmao#iirc they took too long to make s2 bc they have no idea if s1 would be even renewed#so i hope s3 will be a bit more regular now#anyways im gonna go bye bye
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sometimes things will change, sometimes not, you'll never know until it's already happened
#*pulls out g//un* r3bl0g c0w4rd#this may be a teaser for an upcoming fic ;3#shhhhhhhh#tf2#team fortress 2#blu team#tf2 blu team#oh god do i have to tag them all?#tf2 spy#spy tf2#tf2 medic#medic tf2#tf2 scout#scout tf2#tf2 demo#demo tf2#tf2 soldier#soldier tf2#tf2 engineer#engineer tf2#tf2 sniper#sniper tf2#tf2 pyro#pyro tf2#tf2 heavy#heavy tf2
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Donāt make that face Raihan, Iām sure youāre at least a little bit charmed by it.
(Click for better quality bc I cant tell if the qualitys a little cooked bc of mobile š„²)
+ Based on this Rai-sand I made some time ago lol
#pokemon#gym leader raihan#raihan#champion leon#leon pokemon#raileon#dnkb#illustration#This might or might not be a little teaser of sorts for a multi-chap fic Iām working on#whos to say. wink.#who fucking knows when thatāll be finished lol š„²#I do have a RL merfolks queued up for may that Iām hoping to finish
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ā±Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned)~ Teaser #2: Bitten the Appleā±
Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Teaser #2: Bitten the Apple Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
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You were the kindest, purest soul in Heaven. Even the Seraphim recognised your virtue, and adored you for it- more than any other angel. Your humility on the fact only made them love you even more.
Which is why your Fall from Grace shocked everyone more than any other Fall before.
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[Sneak Peek]
Why am I even here?
You were standing in a garden. A garden in Hell. A familiar building loomed before you. If you squinted hard enough, you could have almost spotted a broken window.
You didnāt know Hell had gardens- youād expected it to be a barren wasteland, more or less, but the lush āgreeneryā (it didnāt look very green) seemed to be proving you wrong.
What you definitely didnāt expect at all, however, was the apple tree you were standing under.
The fruit seemed beautiful, ruby-red and delicious. You shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, then glanced at the sky, praying the the exterminators werenāt worried about you or looking for you. You looked back at the tree.
It had caught your attention from above. It seemed so- so out of place from the otherwise hellish landscape that you just had to take a look. You frowned, recalling Seraās words.
āCuriosity killed the cat.ā
āBut satisfaction brought it back.ā
You shrieked and jumped a couple of feet in the air, feeling your wings burst out behind you as you whirled around. Lucifer crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.
āWhat the hell?ā You hissed, nerves frayed.
āThatās what I should be asking you. Snooping around in my garden.ā His eyes flicked to the tree. āOgling at my apples- alright that- that sounds weird when I say it like that.ā He pinched the bridge of his nose. āThe point is, youāre the one whoās out of place here. Couldnāt get enough of me the first time?
You hesitated. Youād never expect the King of Hell to fumble around with his words like that. Your muscles relaxed slightly. āThat is far from the truth. The tree justā¦ piqued my curiosity.ā
You both stared at each other, silently. As if on cue, an apple fell off of a branch, straight into his outstretched hand.
āHave a taste, then.ā
You stared at the shining red fruit in his hand, then looked at his golden eyes. His smile seemed surprisingly genuine.
āIā¦ā
ā±ā±ā± A/N: Stay tuned!
Note: Posting Chapter One before the end of the week ! + didnāt know if I should include the taglist in this post since itās just a snippet so Iāll just put it anyways
Taglist: @ica1, @boredlime, @tremendoushearttaco
Update: Chapter One out now! Here is the Masterlist.
#FATHER FORGIVE ME (FOR I HAVE SINNED) -LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X ANGEL!READER -TEASER TWO#hazbin#hellaverse#hazbin fanfic#hazbin fic#hazbin fanfiction#hazbin hotel fanfic#hazbin hotel fanfiction#hazbin hotel fic#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#Hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar hazbin hotel#lucifer magne#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader hazbin#lucifer x reader angst#lucifer x reader smut#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#x reader#reader insert#reader insert fanfiction#Hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin angel dust#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbinhotel#hazbin fandom#lucifer my beloved
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Trying not to rant too much on here and be really dramatic but Iām so upset.
I know itās ridiculous to get this upset over a silly little dancing game ship, but thatās not really the main issue for me. Iām more mad because Iāve been writing Wanderrose fics for over a year. I did the math, I have over 130k words written of just JD stuff. Is it ridiculous to have put that much time and effort into a silly little dancing game ship? Absolutely, Iām not gonna pretend otherwise, but the point is I did. And now because of one decision the team made, Iām basically gonna lose all that work.
If they actually confirm The Dad Situation, I have to leave Mirrored Walls unfinished. Iāll probably take all my stuff down too (partially cuz it feels weird to leave it up and partially cuz I just know some people on here are gonna tear me to shreds if I leave it up with a āwritten before the revealā warning). I donāt usually get into fights online but I swear to god if someone tries to hit me with the āitās just a shipā line Iām gonna lose it. Yeah itās just a ship, I donāt really care about the ship. But I happen to have made the mistake of investing way too much time and energy into it and I canāt get that time and energy back. Plus Iām having to scrap a bunch of work that Iām actually kind of proud of.
Not saying this like itās the JD teamās fault or anything. They have zero obligation to cater to this little corner of the internet that got super invested in a silly little dancing game ship. Itās their story and they can do whatever they want. Iām just really upset about it. This is the only fandom thatās somehow given me the motivation to write a bunch of fanfiction, so Iām pretty much losing a whole hobby along with it.
#I ramble so much#I donāt wanna sound spiteful but I probably wonāt get the new game if itās confirmed#just cuz Iāll have no interest in playing it#itās just gonna remind me of all the work I did and then had to take down#and Iāll probably fade out of the fandom pretty quick#never been ripped away from a fandom so suddenly before thatās weird#fun fact I had another chapter ready to post yesterday but then the teaser dropped#so thatās just sitting in my Google doc#along with the whole outline for the rest of the fic
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Teasers for this month's planned updates! They're 200ā300 words each and also unedited. I'm also queuing this up while exceptionally sleepy, so if anything's mixed up, welp in advance.
Chapter 6/9 of everything burned, as promised
He turns around. Yuuji doesnāt flinch.
Satoru crosses the distance between them, slow enough that Yuuji has plenty of time to retreat. He doesnāt, of course. He doesnāt move at all, not even when Satoru comes to a stop within breathing distance of him. He does tilt his head up, meeting Satoruās eyes through a few inches of heavy air and thick fabric.
Brave, beautiful fool.
Satoru curls a hand around his throat.
Yuuji still doesnāt flinch.
Under Satoruās palm, thereās a soft, steady pulse. No fear, no arousal. Only a flesh mirror of the dead-eyed serenity on Yuujiās face. Satoru tightens his grip, and Yuujiās eyelids flutter slightly. Itās almost beatific.
Satoru considers it.
The finger is there, waiting, and Yuuji is here, also waiting. Maybe Satoru was also waitingāfor this day, this date. Thereās a seductive appeal to ending this on the twenty-fourth of December, a day thatās already witnessed so many endings and beginnings. Itād be poetic.
Satoru could confine all his grief to one single day.
Fingers brush the inside of his wrist, the touch unspeakably gentle. It grows bolder, firmer, but Yuuji doesnāt pull Satoruās hand away from his throat. He only holds it, with a care that says heās afraid Satoru might be the one to break.
He says, āItās alright, Satoru.ā
Satoru lets him go as if burned.
Chapter 3/7 of for granted, in vain, i took everything i ever cared about
He tugs his hand gently free from Yuujiās grip, raising it to the boyās face. His knuckles brush the edge of a jaw. His thumb finds a mouthāand the scar thickening the edge of it.Ā
āThis,ā Satoru says, āis new.ā
Yuuji swallows thickly. āYeah.ā
Satoruās hand easily spans the length of Yuujiās face. Hot puffs of breath warm his palm, Yuujiās breathing speeding up. Satoruās fingertips curl into another line of scar tissue, cutting violently across Yuujiās brow.
āDo they hurt?ā
āNo,ā Yuuji whispers, lips brushing Satoruās skin. āI donāt feel anything.ā
Satoru slides his fingers into Yuujiās hair; itās as soft as ever but a little longer, filling his fist a little easier.
Yuuji makes a gutted noise.
āSay, Yuuji, are you angry at me?ā
āWhāā He can practically hear Yuuji try to compose himself. āNo. No, why would Iāā
Ā āFor all the promises I couldnāt keep.ā
āI donāt knowāā
But he does. And Satoru can tell the moment Yuuji realizes itāa sharp exhale that shudders through the whole of him.
It wasnāt just his teen self that offered Yuuji safety. Satoru did it first.
He drags his nails along Yuujiās scalp, down the back of his head, and grips the delicate flesh of his nape.
Yuuji bows his head.
āNo,ā he says. āThatād make meā¦one hell of a hypocrite. And justāno. I donāt hate you. I donāt want to hate you. I just wanted you back.ā
Chapter 11/18 of (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered
āDid you really bring me here for the curse?ā
āOh?ā Gojou turns his head fully to face Yuuji, his eyes hidden under his sunglasses but the sharp arch of his eyebrow no less expressive. āAnd why else would I do it, you think?ā
āThis,ā Yuuji mutters, gesturing widely at the ocean, the sands, the people, themselves.
Gojouās smile grows teeth, as familiar as itās haunting. āYouāre sharp when I least expect it, you know.ā
āWhy?ā Yuuji asks, and heās not talking about Gojouās dig at his perceptiveness.
āI figured I owed you an apology,ā Gojou says, āand some uncomplicated fun.ā
āThis is a lot of trouble for just an apology,ā Yuuji points out, tugging at his hair; the dye stains his fingertips, but he knows from his early-morning shower that thereās enough of it in his hair to keep up the disguise.
āYou donāt expect much from me, do you, Yuuji?ā Gojou asks, with a surprising lack of petulance or accusation. āOr do you just not expect much from life?ā
āMy expectations are fine,ā Yuuji says stiffly. āAnswer the question.ā
āYou didnāt ask one, technically,ā Gojou says. āBut fine. Call it sentiment. Some of the best times of my youth were spent on this beach.ā
āOh.ā Yuuji stares out at the oceanāthe deep-blue water and the burnt-orange sky. He looks at the people laughing in the water and sprawled in the sands, before his eyes return helplessly, inevitably to Gojou; heās sitting hunched, arms loosely hugging his knees. Yuuji can see the knobby line of his spine pressing up into skin. āThat soundsā¦nice.ā
Chapter 3/24 (this is also part of the story) how the story changes
He starts with the scar on Yuujiās left, tracing the underside of it with a single finger. It really does look so violent. And he doesnāt think itās his imagination, the way Yuujiās cursed energy seems to pulse in a frenzy at the almost-touch. Then Satoru does touch it, sweeping two fingers swiftly along the curve of it.
Yuuji makes a strangled noise.
Satoru cups the matching scar on Yuujiās right side with his other hand, teasing the tissue with his palm. Yuujiās reaction is a lot more restrained this time, probably because he braced for it, but his breath still shudders in the space between their bodies. Satoru tightens his grip, squeezing the scars the way Yuuji squeezed his pecs earlier.
āSatoru.ā Itās a low, throaty growlāpretty sexy.
āSensitive?ā Satoru asks innocently.
Yuujiās hand curves along his left hip, nails digging into skin. But thatās all he does.
āThere are things in me,ā Yuuji says very softly, āthat want out.ā
Satoru swallows, a pleasant burn. āSeems unhealthy. You should let them out.ā
āYouā¦really havenāt changed.ā
āI resent that,ā Satoru says. āIāve matured and shit. Iām legal too, but I guess that doesnāt make much of a difference to you.ā
āItās the least of my sins,ā Yuuji agrees placidly. āHow long are you going to stay like this? Little Satoru seems neglected.ā
āLittle?ā
Yuuji snorts, reaching for Satoruās dick with his free hand. But like before, he doesnāt really touch it, only the pad of a finger tapping the wet slit. āCalm down. Youāre proportional all over, we both know that.ā
Chapter 4/7 of i can offer you a black-lit paradise
Itadori isnāt cleaning him up anymore; heās just eating.
āBreathe, Megumi.ā
Megumi breathes on instinct, and then he snarls, prying his hand off his mouth to try prying Gojouās hands off his chest, except it doesnāt matter how roughly or meanly he tugs, they donāt budge. He rakes his nails over veiny knuckles and bulging forearms and even tries to lever the fingers off one by one, and all it does is make him feel like a child, grappling with beasts shaped like men.
The entire time, Itadori goes at his ass with a madmanās fervorāanother kind of beast.
Heād eat you alive, Gojou said.
If Megumi let him.
Except Megumi is letting him, his lips sealed against any protest that might slip out, and whatās Itadori meant to think about his writhing and squirming when Megumiās shoving back against his mouth half the time, like heās eager for the tongue taking him pieces?
His hands clench on Gojouās forearms, the angry scratches he left already fading.
Thumbs slide over his nipples, a humiliatingly absent motion.
āIt feels very good, doesnāt it?ā Gojou asks softly. Megumi doesnāt even worry Itadori will hear him, not when he seems to be trying to shove his entire face into Megumiās ass. āDo you like his mouth?ā
āStop it,ā Megumi grits out. āJust stop talking.ā
āThatād be boring,ā comes the answer, predictable and infuriating.
Chapter 4/5 of your resistance, prophetic self-destruction
Under his lips, ChÅsÅās flesh is starting to knit back together. Yuuji licks at it, blood wetting his tongue, and ChÅsÅ squirms on his cock, scrabbling at Yuujiās shoulders as if that will give him any leverage. Yuuji bites deep into the healing flesh.
ChÅsÅ gasps his name like a curse and a prayer.
āWell,ā says a voice that is distinctly not ChÅsÅās, āthis isnāt what I was expecting.ā
Yuuji freezes, but so does ChÅsÅ, and thatās a bad idea given the position theyāre in. His dick doesnāt care that Yuujiās veins just iced over; the blood fattening it up is as hot as anything, as the blood still slicking his mouth.
He lifts his face from ChÅsÅās mangled shoulder, staring over it at the dark room. The only illumination is the faint moonlight from the open window, but Yuujiās eyes adjusted to the darkness long back. He can see all too well the figure slouching in the darkness by the doorāthe still-locked door, which sure as hell didnāt open and close without either Yuuji or ChÅsÅ noticing it.
But when has a paltry door ever stopped Gojou Satoru? How many times did Yuuji wake in his dorm room to find a body looming over him, a mouth stifling his shout before it could rend the air and probably bring Fushiguro running?
āGojou-sensei,ā Yuuji chokes out. āWhat are you doing? Why are you here?ā
#jjk teasers#goyuu#jjk#jjk snippets#my fic#fic: how the story changes#fic: prophetic self destruction#fic: a blacklit paradise#fic: every version of the story#fic: there's a lover in the story#fic: everything burned#i have three ongoing fics with 'story' in the title huh
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I'm contemplating sharing the series masterlist with its summary and banner for a short 3 part Matt series today. Just to give y'all a feel for it. I was waiting for it to be partly written before I shared anything!
Which is true of another series I'm working on for Matt that's a bit darker, but so far I'm just writing it for myself because I want a few parts done before I share too much. But I'm already dying to share the banner and summary for it so bad.
#upcoming fics#little teaser maybe?#having a newborn keeping me awake has me creating all sorts of things#matt murdock x reader
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Some say that if you fall asleep in that theater, you might never wake up...
NonPlatonic Forms is a horror romance about a tricky human and a hungry storytelling god. Can you help Lee separate matter from myth, and navigate his way to freedom? Or will the dread deity scoop out his free will, and make Lee into a sycophantic member of his eternal audience?
The first teaser demo for NonPlatonic Forms is up! It's available for PC, Mac, Linux, and you can also play it in-browser on a computer or on your phone!
#NonPlatonic Forms#Horror Games#Visual Novels#If you've enjoyed my fics PLEASE give this teaser a try#You already have the fine taste to enjoy a weird little indie game#And there are a couple nods that only you are going to get ;)#Signal boosts on this would be an enormous help#I really really want to get to keep making this game#And even a share or checking out the teaser is a bigger help than you might expect!#picshuas
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The Words Between Us
@steddiebang2024 Project #095 Posting on October 02, 2024
Author: @DanaDaria lĀ Artist: @cemeterylight | Beta: @altbadumm
Summary:
Eddie discovered he was in love with Steve Harrington years after he lost contact with him. It's fine, thatās just life.Ā
But all he needed was a postcard, a couple of letters, and some calls to fall for him again.
And magazines. Donāt forget the magazines; after all, that started it all.
ā³ Keep reading below for a sneak peek!
The elevator stopped at floor 20, opening the doors to a lively place.Ā
The first thing he saw was āBEGINNERS MAGAZINEā in silver letters attached to a wall. He walked a little and then arrived at the open floor.
Pretty and stylish people were all around the room, some at their desks writing on their computers and others screaming on the phone. Some girls with robes and hair rollers were lounging around and some kind of assistants ran with their binders across the room.Ā
āExcuse meāĀ
Eddie stepped aside to let pass two giant clothes racks. So many clothes.
āHi darling. Are you here for the photoshoot?ā Behind the front desk an older woman who looked like Cher, smiled at him. āBecause if thatās the case, let me tell you, youāre awfully late.āĀ
Cāmon Eddie. You got this. Confidence.Ā
Eddie took a deep breath, stood up straight and gave her his most charming smile.
āActually, no. Iām Eddie, and Iām here for the interview for Beginnerās new section.āĀ
āThe new sec- Oh! Eddie, darling, you're awfully early. Thatās next weekā
āYes, of courseā¦ā he continued smiling beatifically.Ā
Wait.Ā
āWhat?!āĀ
āYes. Check my agenda.ā Secretary-Cher raised a desk agenda that stated clearly and brightly in the month of June: āMON 4th, boys interviews 10am - 2pmāĀ
Eddie felt how the smile in his face became strained. This was bad.Ā
āIām so stupidā he muttered, covering his face with his hands.
āOh, sweetie, donāt beat yourself, it happens all the time.āĀ
āReally?ā
Desk-Cher laughed hard, but looked at him with tenderness āNo, sorry, but I wanted to make you feel better.ā
Fuck his luck. This was so embarrassing. You can bet Eddie is not going to put a foot in this place again. Interview be damned.Ā
āHey, Jules. Have you seen Luca? The bastard said he forgot his sunglasses on his car, and heās not on the set yet.ā A black man with pink pants and a golden shirt arrived.Ā
āIf Anna itās not on set, sheās doing her. If sheās there, then heās doing some dust.ā The secretary said sincerely.Ā
The man looked so done.Ā
āThese brats, they never learn.ā The man, then, noticed Eddie's presence. āIf youāre here for the photoshoot, you are late.ā
āHarry, no. This poor thing is early!ā
āEarly? Early for what?āĀ
āHe mismatched dates and came a week early for the boyās interview!ā Jules said cheerfully.
Now the manās gaze was full on Eddie. Judging his black jeans, his boots, and his jacket. Which, hey, it was a clean denim jacket, but you never know with rich people.
No. Eddie needed to get out of that place immediately.Ā
āYeah. Donāt mind me, Iām heading out. And Iām going to be honest, I donāt think Iāll show my face in this place again, so you can reschedule the 12:30 slot.ā Eddieās instincts said he should shrink and run.Ā
And yes, this was an awfully embarrassing experience to start the week, but at least, he was going to leave the place with dignity.
āIf you excuse me, Lady Jules and Lord Henry, this jester is going to abandon the palace.ā Well, dignity under Eddieās standards.Ā
Eddie turned around to leave the office when he heard:
āKid, are you free for the day? If you can hold a pose and pretend to be a heartbreaker, you got a job for a day, and I can interview you at makeup.ā
Eddie looked surprised at the man. He looked intimidating, but he could see it in his faceā¦ he wasnāt joking. He wasnāt joking.Ā Ā
Eddie smiled wild. āIām Eddie and Iām your man.āĀ
āIām Harry. Cāmon, this way.ā The man took Eddie by the shoulder and started to guide him to the depths of the office. āIf Luca arrives, tell him he can come back in 1997!āĀ
Julia gave her a military salute with her hand, but the man just rolled his eyes at her antics.Ā
āHey, Iām not going to say I donāt appreciate the turn of events, but on a scale of 1 to 10, how heartbreaker do I need to look? Because Iām not going to lie, Iām super bad at that.Ā
The man snorted.Ā
āMy gaydar can recognize other fairies in a fifty mile radius. Even if they are court jesters. Thatās why I said pretend, kidā
āOhā Eddie was speechless. It was the first time outside bars and clubs where a stranger admitted being gay to him. It felt weirdly empowering āOkay.ā He smiled at the older man. āI can do that.āĀ
Cāmon Eddie. You got this. Confidence.
#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!#My fic comes live in less than a week!!!#I'm super nervous and excited#So far it's been an incredible experience to write again#Also a humble experience noticing how bad I am at english hahaha#My beta it's an angel#And guys! the Cem's art is so pretty TTOTT <3#Send good vibes#I still have a lot to write :'D#steddiebang24 teaser#steddiebang24 promo#steddiebang24
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the villain fell in love...
you're the war hero of the empire
the common folk chatter about you in the bustling streets, and the bards sing of your adventures
nobles whisper behind their hands, free of the crimson blood and guilt that stains your own
you've won the war, but at what cost?
the lifeless eyes of your comrades still prick your skin. screams haunt your dreams, their bloody hands clawing into your scarred flesh
the empire sees you as a pawn. your title is a glorified cage, and the land you are gifted is far from a rewardāthe walls have eyes
so, pray tell, how did this sly genius find his way into your room?
ā¦and if it takes another war to get you, well,
nothing compares to a rose stained with blood.
#āš»āļ¹phantasy press co.#š² ą£Ŗāā£ļøš upcoming news#yandere x reader#fic prompt#villain#yandere villain#war hero reader#yandere#maybe dark#just smthn i'll write soon#could be angst#angst?#fluff?#maybe fluff#maybe soft yandere?#i have a few ideas#just wait and see#teaser#sneak peak#yeah idk#reader insert
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Behind him, there is movement. The sharp, sudden clang of metal against metal. Lan Wangji glances briefly over his shoulder.
Perhaps predictably, Su She has decided to try and strike at his exposed back, like the dishonorable coward he is. A fool, as well, for having apparently forgotten the presence of the Ghost General despite insulting the man only a moment ago. The tip of Su Sheās blade is trembling against one of Wen Ningās chain-wrapped forearms, the trailing length of those chains pooling at his feet where they writhe like twisting like snakes, rearing to strike. Lan Wangjiās next breath brings with it the tang of resentful energy. He has already turned his attention back to the scroll.
There is more movement, though Lan Wangji doesnāt pay enough attention to discern what exactly may be happening. Wen Ningās presence stays at his back, cool and steady as a fortress wall. āYou!ā Su Sheās voice reaches an irritating pitch. āHow dare you, you think even you have the right to look down on me?!ā He makes a noise not unlike a wild boar before it charges. āYou arenāt even human! I thought Lan Wangji was the most arrogant man Iād ever met, but you clearly outclass him there. Youāre nothing but the Yiling Patriarchās dog! Undead servant mutt!ā
That, at last, gets Lan Wangji to pay more than a sparse fraction of attention. He has to peer around Wen Ning, who is still standing between them, a marble pillar separating Lan Wangji from Su Minshan. And, it would seem, the embarrassing clump of Moling Su and Lanling Jin cultivators slowly filling the cavern. āDog?ā Lan Wangji repeats, softly. Wen Ning does not visibly shift, but the black veins in his neck pulse, just once, ever so faintly. Resentment in the air smells like tar, sharp and thick.
Su Sheās disciples pick up his call, loudly proclaiming the contemptible nature of the Ghost General, the Yiling Patriarchās filthy, flea-ridden Wen-dog bitch, unfit to be even called a servant by way of his inhuman nature. Lan Wangji listens to very little of it. His eyes are on the part of Wen Ningās face he can see from this angle, smooth and jade-pale as a porcelain mask, almost colorless in the low light if not for the yawning blackness of his eyes.
āYou think heās your dog, too?ā Su Sheās voice reaches a new and grating pitch, all inflated self-importance. āHanguang-Jun, your arrogance knows no bounds! Heāll bite you the second his master has no use for you anymore. Youāre not special, youāve only fallen for the Yiling Patriarchās tricks!ā
Lan Wangji gives that statement exactly as much consideration as it deserves. Before Su She has even finished speaking, Lan Wangji is calling, softly, āWen Ning?"
Wen Ning cocks his head to the side, bird-like, considering the embarrassment in front of him for a moment. Then he turns his face to Lan Wangji, looking at him with his big, dark eyes.
He answers: āWoof.ā
Lan Wangji flicks a glance briefly at the advancing gaggle of cultivators. He and Wen Ning really are well and truly surrounded now. Then he turns back to the scroll, and once again lowers his charcoal to paper.
āSick āem, boy,ā he says. He does not raise his head again until the screaming has stopped.
#MDZS#The Untamed#Lan Wangji#Wen Ning#WangNing#WangNingXian#or implied anyway#Su She#Su Minshan#I already posted this before#but it was as a reblog to a post that wasn't about the fandom#So I figure I may as well put it on it's own#Teasers and excerpts#someday this fic will be done#and I will be able to start actually posting it#but today is not that day#anyway LWJ and WN get way more into the whole power dynamics thing than WWX does#He does Not get it but he's glad they're having fun#and he becomes more willing to play along as he sees how much they both enjoy it#which is to say that yes! the YLLZ does occasionally#caress his Ghost Genera's hair while WN kneels/crouches at his feet#While maintaining terrifying fierce corpse eye contact with whoever they're threatening#or drape himself over HGJ in front of sect leaders for The Intimidation Factor
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I am going to write Lucy and Holly being different people with unique perspectives and opinions and preferences but by God are they going to be friends and supporting one another.
#it is very important to me that lucy and holly have truly moved past their rocky start#and like occasionally butt heads and bicker#but love and care for the other and are capable of being friendly and being friends#lockwood and co#I'm 45 pages into my fic and I havent talked much about it#I wanted to get further in and have the early part solidified before I started posting#so teasers for now
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lol I was pausing the new trailer to get a closer look at some details and got this
She nyoomed
Also this
Has the same energy as this
#Also why the hell does Pomni have extra clothes if she canāt take of the ones she has? (The hat for sure we know she canāt remove)#*sigh* gonna have to edit my fic again to add the chair and desk#tadc teaser#tadc pomni#the amazing digital circus
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does ateez know how many ao3 and tumblr fics they just helped spawn with this teaser
#ateez#atiny bout to have a field day with this teaser fr#myself included#currently drafting a little fic in my head as we speak
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