#i had much fun writing this xD

[effervescentdragon]

Vampire AU - whatever pairing you want I just want biting and some rancid vibes 😹

not quite rancid, except for your hate towards certain people. but maybe funny? im still in a certain headspace, as you can see. i call this "the one in which carlos is bella swan" in my head

Carlos remembers the story Fernando once told him, about his grandfather and the way he worked in a factory. He was pretty sure the story was bullshit, but Fernando was hillariously drunk, and that's when he usually let things slip. Carlos has learned more about the incestuous fuckfest that was the grid in 2010s than he ever wanted to know that way.

He also learned more about Sebastian Vettel than he ever could imagine wanting to know, but that's another story.

The point of this story was - quality control. Nando's grandfather apparently worked in a factory furing the war (and Carlos isn't asking which one, because Fernando is old), and he complained about there not being enough quality control about - shelling? Or shelving. Carlos isn't sure, and he definitely isn't going to ask because he doesn't really care and it's not even that relevant for the story of now, except it's all he can think about when he watches Lando hiss in pain and struggle to get the new watch Carlos had brought him off his wrist.

"It's got fucking silver in it!" Lando yelps, and throws the watch on the floor.

"No it doesn't," Carlos says, more confused than he ever has been in Lando's company (and those couple of times when he fell asleep beside Lando in the hotel rooms all over the world before and after the races and Carlos woke up dizzy and disoriented and hard don't count). "It's pure gold. I know you don't like silver, so I bought you gold."

Lando scoffs. "The fuck it is," he says, pain evident in his voice as he rubs his reddened wrist. "I don't know what bullshit your sponsors are feeding you guys, but there's definitely silver in this."

Carlos frowns, coming closer and taking Lando's hand in his. His wrist is swollen and a very unhealthy shade of red. "I didn't know you were alergic."

Lando's eyes shift to the side. "Yeah, I - I'm alergic," he says. "A pretty bad allergy." He chuckles. "Life-threatening."

Carlos feels like he's missing the joke. He feels like that a lot with Lando, except it never feels like the joke is on him, more like Lando is being hard on himself.

"I'm sorry," he says sincerely, trailing his fingers over Lando's skin. "I didn't know. I'll have a word with Richard Mille representative."

Lando's eyes are huge in the dim light of the room when he looks up at Carlos. It takes everything in him not to tighten his hold on Lando's wounded wrist.

"No problem, mate. It's the thought that counts anyway." Lando shifts a bit, and Carlos lets go. "I'll be fine. Wanna play FIFA?" He shakes the sleeves of his hoodie until they are covering half of his hands.

Carlos feels like he's missing something. He feels bad about the watch, though, so he only nods. "Sure."

Lando grins at him, and it's alright.

-

Except.

Except, when Carlos says goodbye that night, he catches a glimpse of Lando's wrist.

It's pale pink, and not swollen anymore.

-

Carlos watches Lando during the post race interview. His cheeks are a bit flushed, but he's still very pale. They've just spent a whole week on the beach and Carlos has an even darker tan than usual, but Lando is still extremely pale.

Carlos can't remember Lando using sunscreen once on their vacation.

He watches Lando until Caco elbows him in the ribs, muttering "Obvious and oblivious, my fucking God."

-

"He never sleeps," Oscar says offhandedly. "He texts me the weirdest shit at like, four in the morning, and then he's right as rain in the sim at seven." He turns to Carlos. "Was he always like that?"

Carlos ignores the gnawing in his stomach at the fact that Lando texts Oscar randomly. Before he can answer, Alex does.

"Oh my God, yes! He used to be the same when we were kids, never fucking sleeping. George, do you remember that one time..." he continues, but Carlos isn't listening.

Carlos can't remember a time when they were together and Lando fell asleep first.

-

"Aren't you hungry?" Max asks Lando on the plane taking them all back to Monaco.

"Nah," Lando replies, eyeing Max's burger with a mix of apprehension and disgust. "I ate before, plus, that just looks like an extra hour in the gym, and I don't wanna do that."

Max shrugs. "Suit yourself, weirdo."

Lando kicks him under the table and then leans back in his seat, fishing his earphones out. He catches Carlos' eye as he does so, and smiles.

Carlos smiles back instinctively, as he always does. Lando's lips look very red in his pale face. When he ducks his head, Carlos thinks he sees a flash of something sharp.

It must be the light, he thinks. Or the exhaustion.

It's probably both.

-

"Do you have an oral fixation, mate," George laughs, leaning on the fence. "You're always sucking on that straw, what are you even drinking?"

Lando shrugs, flipping George off for good measure. "You have an oral fixation," he replies, pulling his lips away from the straw. "And it's a protein smoothie, you dickhead."

Carlos watches him lick the remnants of his drink away. His lips are still stained red with it.

"Does it taste good?" he hears himself ask.

Both Lando and George turn to him, but Carlos is focused on the way Lando's eyes shift to the side for just a second before he scrunches his nose. "Not the best I've ever had, but good enough." He shrugs. "New recipe. Strawberries."

Carlos has a mild allergy to strawberries, so he can't ask to try it, at least not just before the race.

Lando knows Carlos is alergic to strawberries.

-

The race was a disaster, as are most of them lately. Carlos lies in his bed, finally free after the debrief. He can't sleep. His mind turns and turns around, and for once, he isn't thinking about the race data.

His phone is opened on the Google start page. Before he knows what he's doing, he types.

allergy to silver aversion to food paleness doesnt sleep symptoms disease

-

He knocks on the door too loudly for the early hour of the morning. There is shuffling, and then Lando opens the door.

"Carlos? What the fuck, mate, it's like, three in -"

"I thought silver was for werewolves."

Lando stops speaking. Carlos thinks he might have stopped breathing, too. That wasn't what he was going to say, but fuck it, it's what came out.

"What?" Lando says slowly. "What are you talking about?"

Carlos would've thought he was crazy, except. Except Lando's eyes flicker to the side, and Carlos knows how Lando looks when he is lying.

"I thought silver hurt werewolves. That's the myth," he repeats. "But you're not a werewolf. I don't think." He takes a breath. "You're a vampire."

He isn't looking away from Lando. He can't. He stares right into Lando's eyes and sees the emotions and the calculations in them as they happen, and he isn't going away until he knows, because he isn't crazy, he knows what he knows, he knows he isn't imagining things and -

"Fuck," Lando breathes out, his shoulders sagging. "Fuck, I'm so screwed," he says, and then pulls Carlos inside his room and shuts the door, but not before Carlos sees his fangs elongate and protrude, biting into his bottom lip.

Fuck, he thinks, and then, hot.

[waterlooletterwrb]

WRITE WITH ME!

I will start, and you can use the reblog to continue this story however you desire! The idea is that post by post we do a longer story (but if you wanna post your version somewhere else feel free to do so, you just remember to credit me!).

The One rule: You can't gender the Elf!Reader character.

If you need, add more warnings to your post!

OTP: Mairon (Sauron) x Elf!Reader

Universe: Rings of Power / Tolkien

Warnings: main character death, angst, blood, "you can fix him" plot;

Summary: You're the one who stole the Dark Lord's heart, yet you're dying in his arms.

A Forbidden Promise

"Don't go. I — I cannot follow you there. You can't go. You can't go." His voice was frenetic, desperate in a way the dark lord never sounded. How could he not be? You're dying in his arms, the only sweet touch, warmth, love he's ever known. And he will never be able to follow you to Mandos. "Please, I will never be able to go with you there, please."

His plea sounds like he wants to go tho. A begging, maybe the first time in more than two ages that Mairon of the Maiar actually regrets his choices. In you he found his perfection. And now he would lose it. Was that the vengeance of the Valar?

You raise your weak hand, resting it on this face. With your thumb you wipe one of the tears from his cheek. Even now he is as beautiful as the first time you saw each other.

"I — I will come back. For you, I will come back." Your voice is not much more than an whisper. Yet, somehow you make a disbelieving smile appears on his lips.

"Who would give up paradise for me? For Sauron?" The name disgust you as much as it disgust him, and your face probably shows it because he sighs. "If you're leaving me, at least leave saying the truth. It's too... cruel to say it. For I never hoped before."

That makes you give him a pity sad smile. Ignoring the pain, you do everything you can to raise yourself. He holds you tighter, his warmth is what you need to concentrate even when your vision starts to fade.

"Mairon, endanya¹. Hear the last words of the one who stole your heart." This make you see for one last time the sweet smile that he only ever directed to you. "As I promised once, I will never lie to you."

He presses his forehead against yours. For the last time you breathe the same air. "So I dare to command you, Mairon or whatever name you desire to hear now: learn to hope." I little cry escapes your lips, and you feel his hands tremble where he holds you, for a moment you lose your mind and all you can hear is the blood dripping. It's a shame, his always beautiful tunics will forever be stained within your blood now.

Even so, he won't stop holding you. So you do everything you can to reassure him again. He needs to understand, he must believe.

"Learn to hope." You mumble. "For I shall return to you."

You no longer can see or feel, your hand falling from his face is the first sign you went to the undying lands. But you were right. And Mairon, Sauron, does not let you go. He holds you tightly, in a crying so long it's impossible to believe that that destroyed and devastated being was once Morgoth's heir.

The grief is too much and, when he finally let you, there's no one to hear but the wind while he whispers:

"I — I'm yours to command, endanya. I will hear whatever name you call me. I will do whatever you wish. I will hope — I will hope for you."

A promise and a threat. Because in his soul he knows; you were the only one that could stop what's coming for Middle Earth. You were the only one that could stop him.

So now even the wind hopes. You need to return.

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Endanya¹ = if i did the word correctly it should be quenya for "my love/my soul", but in a deeper way of calling the one you love "your everything". In my mind, when Sauron says it he is also telling that the reader is his light.

[moonspirit]

Okay so there is an upcoming political ball, but the Ambassadors don’t know how to dance. So they practice together.

Annie masters the sport but it so socially stuff it just looks wrong.

Pieck can barely walk in hills let alone dance.

(Also because Pieck practices with Jean and Annie with Armin Connie and Reiner waltz together and somehow get it down perfectly)

Hello anon!

Ahahahaha xD You know who's winning THIS?

It's Connie and Reiner. Single bros forced into a union of sorts to keep The Sad™ away now that the other four are Very Much Not Single.

I actually hc that Annie's really good at dancing, the footwork comes very easily to her, but... she can only be handled by the Holy Trinity (Pieck, Connie and Armin). She dances with a scowl on her face, you might as well assume she's going to twirl with you on the floor and kill you in some horrible dancey way.

The truth is that it's all just a grand way to hide her embarrassment and when she's dancing with Armin, he becomes very annoying about it, giggling and whispering cute teasing nothings into her ear every five minutes until she just becomes a ball of goo.... or something.

(That said, Armin's initially not too good at dancing but hey, he gets to learn from the best).

Pieck and Jean are in a constant state of battle over who can do BETTER. Both of them think they're the best and the other sucks. And the height is a real problem. Pieck jokes that she has to dance on stilts and calls Jean funny-looking. He gets enraged and calls her a pipsqueak. Welp. There's never a normal dance between both of them - it's probably turns into some Beyblade-battle type of shit.

So what's left... Connie-boy and Reiner-man... to dance with each other... and they're sad at first... so, so sad... two single-bros... dancing sadly and single-ly... with each other....

But hey... wait... waaaaaaaiit.... it's actually.... kinda... feels GOOD?

Like... Connie isn't a bad looking guy... He's actually... pretty hot at close quarters? He's got that serious look now... and he makes really bad jokes that are so bad they're good.... he's a chill dude... and a decent dancer...

And... Reiner's a really good looking guy... in this very sad way... big and bulky... kinda like a chonky depresseed cat? Feels kinda nice to... dip him like a dainty princess.... he seems to like it too.... his light eyes are sparkling happily... woah man.... what's happening...

So is born.

The ACTUAL most normal, most happy couple on the Rumbled Planet.

Reiner x Connie.

[piliiiiiconfusionf]

Have more fanart from Imagi-cation Getaway because I physically cannot stop with them. This is from Patton's trip

@fandombead you gotta stop possessing me with your talent I can't keep doing this 😭 YES I CAN I'M GOING NUTS

I WON'T STOP THANKING YOU FOR WRITING THIS THING AND THE OTHERS THEY ARE SO DANG GOOD SGGS

Heavily recommend this, is so unique and she managed to, through ONLY descriptions, say too much I can't, sthap.

[kindred-spirit-93]

back from the dead (snort)

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WAIT WAIT ARE YOU TELLING ME DEMETER HAS AN EPITHET REFERENCING VENGENFUL FURIES?! WAHT??? >:D!?!

asdfghjkl thank you! really glad u like her lol shes becoming my favouritest to doodle lol. also not at all! i really love that you kept the aspect of her grief that so many are keen to twist to villainise her or erase completely to invalidate her. both are awful imo

heres a quote from le ask (soon i promise 😭😂): "Demeter and Persephone share a strong bond compared to the other gods. After Persephones "death" Demeter was never really the same. Demeter relives the painful cycle annually, and carries a deep rooted bitterness toward the other gods for it."

--

i actually think its hilarious and awesome to see that demeter can be herself with those shes close with (one of my favourite things in characterisations is when you have what seems to be a stern and serious presenting person breaking character at a dumb or inappropriate joke or something to that affect, it kills me everytime its so funny!)

anyway demeter is NOT not be confused with gaia (my girl knows how to have fun lol). but much like the rest of us shes got issues to work with and experiences to heal and grow from *finger guns*. 10/10 i think u did her justice. so much so i drew this for u hehe

under no cicumstances should she meet micheal scott lmao. humanity will never hear the end of "thats what _ said" jokes. ever.

her hair is lime green btw the light is making her blonde :/

[sinvulkt]

Pre-OT - Cursed Noodle Vaderkin

Summary: After another reckless stunt, the Force is tired of Vader's antics and transforms him into a small dragon. It then put him on Ahsoka's path.

Era: At some point after RotS and Twilight of the Apprentice  

Characters: Darth Vader, Ahsoka Tano

Main tropes: Non consensual animal transformation (listen, i love that one), Kidnapping your fallen jedi master, Force shenanigans

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Snippet:

Vader blinked. Or tried to. His current form did not seem to possess eyelids.

It did possess a passable set of lungs as well as six working limbs, which most people would have called an improvement. Vader did not. The sudden assault of smells, colors and heat confused his senses. Every few seconds he had to remind himself to breathe, the habit long lost in profit of going along the suit ventilator.

He had been walking in circles trying to get back to Coruscant after his last mission, only for the universe to try to stop him. First, his life support had broken under his opponent’s lightsaber blow. Then, the Jedi he had been chasing had escaped, helped by some rebels Vader had made sure would not come back. To top it all, as Vader wondered if he would die, the ventilator unable to provide crucial oxygen to his lungs, the Force had bent and twisted until it made him into this.

His reflection in water had not been much help determining his species. A porg-sized lizard of some kind, although it seemed to have wings. Vader barely attempted to move them. The additional limbs felt foreign in his mind.

Vader made another step, snarling at the branch who tripped him.

This place was filled with nothing but rats and porgs and banthas. That, and the ship he had seen landing in the distance. Vader was certain he could slither in and steal it. His current form may not have a thumb, but it would not be the first time he used the Force to pilote.

A convor dove at him, its claws scratching at Vader’s armor-scales. His wings raised by instinct as he hissed. The bird should have known better than to challenge a Sith Lord. Vader threw the Dark at it, intending to crush the impudent bird, only for his control to slip and the blow to overshoot. As it happened, all the convor felt was a breeze slightly disturbing its flight. It dove again.

Vader cursed as he slipped under a crevice. Something was wrong with the Force. He could feel it just fine, but his control was barely better than a youngling. It was as if all the midichlorians in his body had shifted. Which, looking at the paws clawing at the sandy earth of the crevice, wasn’t that far away from the truth.

“Morai?” a humanoid called.

Vader perked up. He knew that voice.

“Is anyone here?”

Memories of a young togruta laughing flashed in his mind.

Could it be…?

The convor dove again as soon as it saw Vader muzzle out of his hidhole. Vader scrambled back. That person was dead. It must have been his imagination.

Vader focused on the arrogant creature that dared make him his prey. It felt rather weird for a convor, the Light bending too unnaturally around the bird’s presence for it to not be Force Sensitive. Whenever Vader Force-pushed it, the blow dissipated before it ever reached the convor. His low control wasn’t enough to explain it.

Several seconds passed without the bird diving back at Vader’s crevice. Perhaps the accursed being had finally given up and chosen an easier meal. Tentatively, Vader dared one paw out. Boots blocked his way.

“Morai. What did you find?”

Vader scrambled back, only for fiery skin to descend on him. He definitely did not yelp as warm fingers slid beneath his belly to lift him up in the air. He bit the offending arm, but the stranger's hands held him strong.

“Ouch. You are quite a wild little one, aren’t you?” Ahsoka chuckled.

Vader stilled. His scales flattened as he bared his teeth against the truth. This sight should not be possible.

 Anakin Skywalker’s Apprentice was dead.

And yet, the buzzing bond between them whispered another true as two tattered threads reached for each other to mend. He hurried to pull back his side of the bond, but it slipped away from his grasp. Worse, their skin touching only strengthens the bond’s mending. Vader felt the moment they connected. A shiver ran down his skin as Light burned his inside. Simultaneously, Ahsoka’s eyes widened in recognition.

She held him up to her face level, lekkus twitching as she stared into what he knew must be golden eyes.

“Anakin?”

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Plot Description:

The Force did not wish for its Son to suffer. It waited and waited, but Anakin stayed miserable under the Emperor’s thumb, barely attempting to escape. After Vader brushes with death, borderline voluntarily, the Force has enough. It calls to the rather Eldritch part within Anakin to transform him. Dragon-Vader is on the rather small side. He can be easily lifted and put on shoulders. As a Force-being, Vaderkin is very young, almost a baby. The dragon’s shape reflects that. Would it have been billions of years later, he would have been huge enough to wrap around a planet.

As per the Force terms, Vader cannot go back into human shape until he touches the light side or learns to balance properly the multiple facets of the Force. Dark and Light. Even then, he will never fully be human again, keeping draconic traits such as scales and wings. This might be of great interest to various pirates and slavers, or even to Palpatine whose apprentice suddenly became quite a bit more useful. 

Ahsoka is all too happy to see the crucial blow to the Empire through Vader’s disappearance, as well as to maybe, maybe get her Jedi-Master-turned-Sith-turned-small-dragon back. Now if only she can coax him onto the road of balance.

[motherforthefamicom]

redownloaded an old art program

[windybreeze12]

Keith was on autopilot. He knew he was fighting the bot and he was able to avoid every single strike, but his eyes always wandered to Lance. His bot was still on the far end of the room and advancing rapidly as Lance struggled to fire in a straight line. If anyone knew anything about Lance, it was that one of the things he’s most proud of is his aim, straight and true and never misses.

Well, until today it would seem.

His bot was growing dangerously close and Lance had begun to show panic, eyes wide and teeth pressed tightly as he whispered a string of curses and kept missing.

Closer…

Closer…

Shit.

[amethystina]

Thank you so much for "It Is Mine to Avenge"!! It's the perfect Devil Judge fanfic! Ga On in danger, check. Protective Yo Han, check. Abyss mode activated, check. Yo Han's pov, check. Fluff and domestic scenes between him and Ga On, check. Accurate character portrayal, check. Such an incredible work!!!

Also, I love the line "If you take something that belongs to the Abyss, you better pray he never catches up with you". It's so poetic and sums up Yo Han a lot.

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it 💜

I honestly expected it to be a lot shorter than it ended up being, but that's me being too optimistic, I guess. As if I would be able to keep myself from delving in deep into Yo Han's mental state as he goes searching for Ga On? And then the aftermath once he finds him, and Ga On — who knows Yo Han really well at that point — knows that Yo Han isn't nearly as stable as he pretends to be?

Character studies truly are my kryptonite sometimes.

That line was honestly stuck in my head ever since I started writing the fic. And while I first planned for it to just be one of the tags (because I so enjoy writing silly tags) I eventually realised it might work as a summary instead. Especially since summaries are annoying and the easier I can make it for myself, the better x'D

So yeah! Thank you so much for reading and for letting me know what you think! I'm so glad you liked it!

[troubadour-malin]

pov: you are my chapter's first draft

[jaggededges123]

Colum/Silas multiple orgasms OR f1 au 👀

how did you know i've been pondering f1 au(s) recently? XD

He’s not starting on pole, and you can tell that makes him nervous. You help him into his underwear, first the leggings and then the skin-tight shirt, and where the way it makes the end of his braid frizz momentarily would normally elicit a pinched frown, now he scowls.

“Colum, we should have used a different product today. This feels like an ill omen.”

It’s a little ridiculous, because you always use the same product and he gets P1 or P2 or P6 or P9 regardless of how his hair has been styled. But you know it was hard for him despite what he might claim, to make this last final jump to the pinnacle of the sport he’s performed in and you’ve supported him in since he started karting at four. He’s nearly twenty now, and though you run short on excuses for his behavior sometimes—he’s not a moody teenager anymore, categorically not—you still love him dearly.

“Everything will go as it will,” you respond, because you are fairly sure that at least, will not cause a fight. “As God wills it, Silas.”

“It will,” he says, but mostly as a reflex. It was not a comfort to him, it seems.

He is closed off from you as you help him into his suit, other than a few snippy directions here and there. This is almost worse than the chill sterile confidence he had as a teenager, thoroughly convinced that it would be his destiny to be an unparalleled driver. You don’t at all prefer it to his childhood, where he would run (somehow, he’d been dignified for a child) to you after each practice session or race asking if you’d seen him go, and you would hug him and tell him he’d been very fast. But regardless of your preferences, which you barely let yourself have because they’re not helpful, he is here in front of you now and as always, he has need of you.

You zip his suit up for him slowly, meeting his big brown eyes the same as yours, and you can see his lip turn. You know most of his lip turns, and this one means that he’s hard-pressed to find anything good to say. Then, a second one on the heels of the first, signaling that he’s given up on saying anything at all because of it.

You’re glad, honestly. You don’t feel like tiptoeing around his stress-and-personality-induced insults because fighting back would throw him off his game, today.

You help him put his gloves on, and it’s only now that he’s mostly put together that he relaxes marginally. You sigh through your nose, so that it is not obvious that it is a sigh.

You know that as much as you want to protect him and care for him as you did when he was a kid, the second he takes those last few steps… once he’s in the car, he’s on his own. Not quite—he has his team, of which you are a part, but if something were to happen to him… you would have nothing to do about it but you would never forgive yourself, regardless.

And you know that he is stressed today, and now you are stressed today too, so you kiss him twice this time: once on the forehead and once in your usual place, just above his left ear. The skin is soft there, where the first wisps of his platinum blond hair rest.

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not,” you murmur, pushing back in the most mild of ways. “It’s a blessing, nothing more.”

You want so badly for him to win today. You’ll be praying for the entire duration of the race, because you need him to win. You need him to stay safe firstly, but you need him to win, too.

He only allows himself to have you when he does.

“Let’s go, Colum.”

[pinestripe37]

If you’re still doing the WIP sentence ask game:

Blue, wind, sigh, eyes, and tree!

Thank you for the words, my friend! :D

Yup, still doing it and honestly feel free to send in words whenever. Lol I don't mind even if I'm not. 😅

Gonna post large-ish paragraphs for you because why not :D Also putting two snippets for a few of the words!

"A green fly and a blue fly are eating a piece of dirt together," Mistkit described the scene from where she lay watching the two shiny creatures. Her littermates exchanged disturbed glances. "That's.. uh.. interesting, Mistkit." Frostkit replied warily, seeming to force her whiskers to twitch in a gesture of cautious amusement. "That's disgusting," Graykit's flat mew cut in. Mistkit purred, no longer feeling bothered or left out as her siblings shared the carp near by but content to just be near them, listening to the purrs of exasperation and amusement that drifted into chatter. She took another glance at the flies, thinking that honestly, no matter what Graykit may say, the peaceful and close coexistence between the two insects was really rather sweet. She looked up. "They remind me of us," she purred. "That's it," Frostkit stood up abruptly, dropping her prey with a swish of her tail, "I'm not hungry anymore." Mistkit watched her stalk off to the medicine den before exchanging a glance with Graykit. "I don't blame her," he huffed.

~~~

A flurry of oak leaves outside the window. The wind lets them flutter inside. One lands on your desk across me… and I'm grateful for the company. But the sight of a leaf makes me somehow mourn them… Despite one being right within my reach.

"Maybe it's the way we used to chase them, and paste them to a board for a collage. We'd write on them the things for which we're grateful. Your list of blessings always beautifully large. I think it taught me how to thank the Lord genuinely. And if I made another I'd be sure to write you in."

I reach for the leaf as I figure it's never too late, and trail my pen across it, spelling out her name.

~~~

"I'm here for it," Olivia purred with a half-grin before holding me close with a sigh, "..I'm here for you."

~~~

The small cat then sighed. "I'm just saying we can care for each other regardless of clan of circumstance…" she glanced softly at Berryheart. "The way I'm not ShadowClan, nor you a WindClan cat, and yet it's my responsibility to be here for you now." "Your responsibility?" Berryheart scoffed. "Dragging herbs for a despised exile who wants nothing more than to have you out of her sight? I struggle to see how this waste of time contributes to your clan loyalty." "This has nothing to do with clan loyalty." Whistlepaw returned with a glance upward, "This has to do with a loyalty far higher. And it's never, ever a waste of time. May I look at your wound again?"

~~~

Hazel wasn't in the room as I opened my eyes, and I knew my friend was baking. Chocolate chip cookie scents wafted from the kitchen along with the soft sound of my friend humming the tune of a hymn.

~~~

As Mistpaw and Whistlepaw arrived near the Windclan camp they were met by a group consisting mostly of Whistlepaw's family, as well as the two ThunderClan cats. Mistpaw was surprised to see Appleshine among them, dashing up at Myrtlebloom's side. "Are you  two alright?" Oatclaw's mew was firm but his amber eyes revealed warm relief as he gazed at his daughter for a moment before the younger warriors pushed past from behind him and Featherpelt. "We were so concerned about you!" Fernstripe gasped out, her quietness sounding forgotten and brushed aside by emotion as her squeaky yowl trembled. Placing a tail-tip on the frantic she-cat's shoulder, Appleshine nodded beside her. "We've been praying for you," the ginger tabby added.

~~~

With a cold night wind blowing at my wool, the howl of wolves echoing beyond the trees, I angled my ears, listening to instead hear my Shepherd's soft hum.

"I will both lie down and sleep in peace…" With a sigh I settled down and tucked my legs beneath myself, breathing in gratefully as I leaned my weary head against His lap. "For You alone, O my Shepherd, make me dwell in safety."

[fragmentedblade]

I've actually found a coherent (negative) criticism on Jingli.u's quest!! Wow!! It's in Chinese on weibo

This user said her behaviour is very double standard. That she criticises and condemns both Dan Fen.g and Yingx.ing severely for trying to bring back Bai.heng in any way, but then she goes to visit Bail.u and tells her that seeing her is better than any medicine. And the user is right! That's exactly why they did what they did (well, I've always been of the opinion that Dan Fen.g had more reasons going on based on the in game information), so why the insistent asking to Blade?

The user also says that Jingliu doesn't really behave at all like a friend, that while very believable that she loved and was close to Bai.heng, it's hard to believe the same thing when it comes to Yingxi.ng and Dan Fen.g. They said that nowadays we still see instances through the Xianzhou in which they are both spoken about in positive terms, that Yingxi.ng is talked about as a legendary furnace master, and we can even stumble upon good opinions on Dan Fen.g, but that Jingli.u never shows that kind of understanding for people in theory she loved, knew personally and was close to.

I don't agree entirely with this, I do think there was a lot of fondness from Jingliu shining through despite everything (especially towards Yin.gxing, in my opinion), but I do think it's a somewhat fair criticism. I loved how they mention that despite everything the Xianzhou's view on Yingxin.g and Dan Fen.g isn't just negative. They're right, and it's a detail I love.

[lunacrescentmoon]

Ok I'm starting early- inspiration hits like a freight train at 1am! ;w; I need to sleep but I am writing instead with a headache-

One Small Dream belongs to the amazing @calcium-cat so go read the original and support the creator

Dream and Noot belong to Jokublog

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OneSmallDreamcember Prompt 1 - Dejavu

"Nighty?" Dreams voice was small. More quiet than normal.

"Yes Dream?" Nightmare replied, not looking at him but working on some paperwork...

".. why are you working again?.. I wanted to show you something!"

"Because, work is important. Now, what did you want to show me?.."

"I drew this for you!"

"Oh?.. heh... I see you included the entire gang this time... and... who's that?.." Nightmare gestured to a different figure with 2 triangles on its head along with... what he assumed was a tail of some kind.

"Oh, a girl I've seen in my dreams before!"

"Come again?"

"Yeah! She sometimes appears for just split seconds... I never get to speak with her...."

".. you're probably imagining things....."

"No, I'm not!"

The world began to fade around them. Dream jolted, being the only one to notice. Had the world always looked so... wispy?..

He felt himself falling, but... infinitely... like it wouldn't stop...

"Dream! Wake up! We got breakfast!" Cross' voice echoed through the hall.

Dream opened his eyes and blinked a few times, giving a small squeak of shock until he realised where he was... his bed.... the castle..... he wasn't falling in a white space....

Letting out a sigh of relief, he jumped out of the bed, running toward the door and opening it excitedly just as Cross reached it... Cross then proceeded to skid into the room and hit the plushie pile in the corner....

"Ow!" He yelped, sitting up a little and rubbing his head.

Where had Dream seen this exact thing?

"Crossy! Are you alright?!" Dream raced over, trying to help him up the best he could.

"I-I'm fine...... just........ a bit shaken......." Cross rubbed his head from pain, but otherwise looked ok.

"Well... you said we have breakfast... how long was I asleep?.."

"Longer than usual squirt..." Killer walked in, smirking at Cross and the now messy pile of plushies. "I see someone decided to play bowling ball...."

"No, shut your mouth..." Cross growled.

Dream walked out to the kitchen, about to get in the usual chair, but he froze... he had heard Killer and Cross say those exact words before.... while he was looking this direction thinking about breakfast.... but when?..

Breaking himself of the cycle, he raced to Nightmare's room. Immediately he went to Nightmare's chair, saying something so fast Nightmare didn't have a chance to process it.

"Dream! Slow down..... I'm here... what's going on?.." Night was hoping to get a better grasp on the situation...

"Well... I heard Kiki and Crossy discussing something... the exact thing I've heard before........ and..... it.... was when I was doing the exact same thing I had done before...." Dream explained as best as he could. Even he didn't understand this!

Nightmare blinked a few times..... what had his brother meant?

Then he got it.

"Oh... Oh, I get it now.... Dream.... you were having a Dejavu moment..."

"A day-sa-what?"

"Dejavu.... it's when... you dream something.... and the next day or days later.... it happens in reality........" Nightmare had to think a few times on why it happened, and he himself never found a book on it to catch up on latest discoveries... so he never knew why Dejavu existed....

"So I can see the future?!" Dream smiled excitedly, bright eyes shimmering in the fire light.

"... yes, Dream, but not at will... you can only see it sometimes....."

A figure in the shadows wearing a cloak smiled, thinking to herself "you will meet me one day.... Dreamscape...."

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And that is day 1! ;w; hope you excuse the different idea to what everyone is probably doing, I just wanted some wholesome brother explanations and the classic Killer and Cross having a discussion- XD

[bolithesenate]

YOU ARE BORED AND I AM IN YOUR ASKS.

What's the question you've been secretly hoping someone would ask you about one of your fics?? That thing only you know, that little detail, that easter egg, that thing that every writer has. ❤️

gosh i have so many little secrets but most of them will only get touched on in the future (in the mud fic, but also others)

usually it's related to the frankly absurd amounts of worldbuilding i've been doing for serenno specifically :P

but if i had to pick one thing that is very close to my heart its that the mandalorian spy on Coruscant in Meanwhile On Mandalore is Elan Sleazebaggano, aka the disgraced former med student that wanted to sell Obi-Wan deathsticks in canon.

there were only the vaguest of hints and its something that literally is just for me

[scottishoctopus]

LEMME GIVE YE A BIG SMOOCH *grabs yer face and kisses yer cheek forcefully*

"Get yer hands offuh me this instance!" Jones growled and glared, raising up his clawed arm as to make distance. "Do Ah need tah explain tah ye about personal space...AGAIN- UH?!"