#i just think its so funny cuz i never ever expected to get into dragon ball in my life

[velociheroviridi]

Dear mutuals,

If you've noticed my sudden reblogging of dragon ball, know that I also never expected to be doing so either

However, I had been brought into contact with it recently and my brain saw much blorbo material and I am currently stuck

Thank you for your patience

[thornswoggled]

you know what it is. 106 stream of consciousness. lets go

WOW ok just by the thumbnail alone im surprised. i did NOT think we were gonna get to see the rest of hildas scene with lindel so soon. like i had no earthly clue where this chapter was going to start up

chapter title lindel feels very reminiscent of ch1 "future chise" illus

"misery makes strange bedfellows." hmmmm. all small caps too for some reason

yamazaki prepping us to view lindel as a secondary antagonist by drawing his face in shadow like every other frame

ARE THOOOOOOSE FUCKIIIIING DWAAAAARRVES????????? HELLOOOOOOO???????

why did we not meet these thangs the first two times they went to iceland. maybe she decided to add a little spice

oh my god missing subtitles. literal empty bubbles. comicgrowl needs to be dealt with. severely

more talk of eggs and chicks. which could mean nothing

looking at the slider.... this is another slightly longer chapter. huge for a guy like me

OMG we get to see what happened that time rahab summoned them oooooooooo

lindels shirt in this scene is really cunty. sorry. who said that

"this is the 2000s era" ok so we are still playing coy with what year it is. probably a good idea

"my first time meeting the current you." so yamazaki is weaving in the concept that rahab can meet people on different parts of their timeline. which feels a little op and a good deus ex for conflict resolution but thats my own personal beef with timeline fuckery as a plot device

wadda hell. this dragon hatched fully fledged like a damn bulnosaur

ohhhh this dragon is the one flying behind lindel in that one color spread for arc 3. the one i captioned with "whatever. go my dragon"

adolfs protestation about magic is like. yes. i agree. because tamb does not have a robust magic system and its attempts to form a solid action-based plot are largely impotent, which is FINE, we are here for character development anyway. i once made a webcomic with the same problems so i dont mean to throw stones in glass houses but like. yeah the distinction between mages and alchemists and how magic works is not something i have ever been sold on

great callback to chise summoning those wasps in arc 1. i enjoy seeing a scene from the early chapters reimagined in the modern art style. tangent, but in the supplements the note for that scene was something like "chise has never seen this kind of bug in real life so she probably remembered it from a nature documentary"

pokemon-ass messaging here. fucking catch em all

just now noticing the twins got their hair swoop from hilda

"i managed to avoid lying." i was about to ask how exactly he lied but then skipped ahead and read the answer whoops

lindel hurrying hilda out the door but he doesnt even know what she came here for yet. like she didnt get to tell him about the red dragon yet LOL

im also just now realizing that the dragon we saw at the end of 105 was the dragon adolf hatched and not the dragon that cursed chise. ok 🧍‍♂️

"they even forbade me from speaking my language" so i think lindel is implying here that hes part of the sámi people which tracks. i wonder if they were speaking one these languages when he met elias? i still dont know why lindel bothered to ask where elias came from when he could have inferred it from whatever language he spoke

adolf explicitly states that he left germany before ww2 which i think was very funny on yamazakis part (DO NOT GET IT TWISTED, she said, HE IS NOT A NAZI) but at the same time. why was he fleeing british soldiers. maybe they just assumed he was a nazi cuz of his name and accent. idk

ok so its time to go back to school already. silky being convinced that theyll be stuck there for months again is. so funny

"do you think we can ask the college to send letters for us" what do you mean by that. does the college not give you the means to send mail. are you expected to just use the royal mail. why arent you using royal mail anyway. hello

ok so she stomps on the floor and a new door springs up. it looks like an exterior door based on the lock. is this a sort of uhhhh howls moving castle/witch hat atelier windowway sort of situation. is silky going to break into the college so she doesnt have to miss her kid. she looks so stupidly nefarious i know the reason she looks so creepy is going to be funny as fuck

so overall i cant say that lindel and adolf are my fav characters or that i am terribly invested in them so i dont feel i got a TON out of this chapter but i am excited with the last page we got. happy for the lindel enjoyers and the lore dump yall got. i guess im not sure what purpose this new dragon is serving either because its (probably) not related to red vs white dragon conflict. i guess you could say that its a third dragon that emphasizes the importance of choosing your own path rather than being locked in this fated cyclical battle the way the red and white dragons are, which would be in line with tambs greater themes. like a third choice, i guess. adolf is also shaping up to be in a similar position to chise - that is, he has a unique relationship with magic, and his master has to lie for him so he wont be unduly researched lol. i am interested to see how much time we will see chise actually studying or being in class considering all the other things shes now expected to be responsible for. her ass is not studying 💯💯💯

[wolfbabedeluxe]

9 Ship Songs

I was tagged by @vlwv to share 9 songs for a ship? I like a challenge, so I decided to pick 9 ships, and try to narrow down one song for each! (I will also post links to my playlists* cuz there were so many good songs that didn't make the cut)

tagging @ladydimitriscu , @badsalmonella , & anyone else who want to share some ship music 💖

shepard/garrus (mass effect) - 1,000 light years away (chelsea lee greenwood)

And I should've said it before you were gone Because I'm kicking myself for waiting oh so long And I should've held you near Every time I fear Somehow you just wouldn't feel the same So please don't say that'll you go My heart can't bear the news Just knowing that you'll be a thousand light years away If you do

warden/alistair (dragon age: origins) - haven (we banjo 3)

Lay down your weapons, lay down with me We will stare at the stars and think what life could be Island of memories we'll leave them where they lie Could we make the choice for love and joy

hawke/varric (dragon age 2) - so close (jon mclaughlin)

So close to reaching That famous happy end Almost believing This one's not pretend And now you're beside me And look how far we've come So far we are, so close

hawke/fenris (dragon age 2) - stay (amelie)

Stay where you are Safe in a frame Try to move closer You'll only get halfway Pin down your heart Put out the flame Don't come any close But don't move away

inquisitor/sera (dragon age: inquisition) - honey (kehlani)

I like my girls just like I like my honey, sweet A little selfish I like my women like I like my money, green A little jealous 'Cause I'm a beautiful wreck A colorful mess, but I'm funny

kanan/hera (star wars: rebels) - boats & birds (gregory and the hawk)

But you can skyrocket away from me And never come back if you find another galaxy Far from here with more room to fly Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

mc/cove (our life: beginnings and always) - that part (lauren spencer smith)

I hate the middle, let's skip to the part when you kiss me Surrounded by friends and our family Know we're too young to get married We knew from the start I'm sick of waiting, so can we just skip to that part?

mc/derek (our life: beginnings and always) - so nice (carly)

So nice Incredibly honest Polite So nice, all night He's right to me It's turning me on that He's the kind of superstar That would only steal your heart So nice

mc/baxter (our life: beginnings and always) - fourth of july (fall out boy)

You are my favorite what if You are my best I'll never know And I'm starting to forget Just what summer ever meant to you What did it ever mean to you?

*playlists have a lot of overlap, and are based entirely on my own taste in music & also vibes, though there are some really good lyrical picks too. expect a ton of carly rae jepsen, fall out boy, misterwives, and cheesin' by cautious clay (its on like... all my playlists. i just vibe with it. it barely fits any of the playlists but i dont Care) ALSO, *most* of them are just.. in the order I added the songs. the only ones that I have re-ordered with a purpose are the Derek & Baxter playlists, because theirs are more narrative.

[wolfsneedles]

i like how prophetic dreams and prophecies in itself different from visions are interpreted in different ways and in diff directions but also by different people for eg stannis and Mel, Rhaegar and dany or other targaryen kings. Jojen and bran, Cersei and Maggy etc...

Melisandre usually tumbles and makes mistakes she sees what she sees but not exactly she wants to see what should be accurate considering how her major azhor ahai is stannis, was a mistake and an error. However recently we know she sees snow in flames. jon. but im skeptical about him being prince that was promised or AA, when you have....daenerys right here. But she still commits mistakes idk maybe rh'ollor is lil unhinged and is messing with her, but no. i think she is prone to change and her prophecies change too. Mel doesn't stick up to one interpretation and pretty sure will leave stannis in long run if she believes who is AA to her.

But stannis, is stubborn and crude. As a skeptic and well part atheist, he took her words and religious ventures too seriously and has attached with the prophecy too vehemently as if he has to be AA at any cost not knowing prophecy can't matter in the end even, but its so funny to me he risked most of the stuff for red priestess who just came to her and is like, "ight u be the king cuz u have targaryen blood"

Jojen reeds dreams are like mostly about starks and wolves and how they will come back again and when bran and others ask him if what he sees can be changed, he says no. which means him seeing something can be finalized testament or something that will happen one way or other since starks coming back or wolves coming back, is like obvious thing since they have their might broken. Bran is currently well being trained by bloodraven so his views weren't yet in first books but evolved with time.

And my fav part is cersei's prophecy of valonqar and maggy. She is destined or was to marry king not prince and she would have 3 children while robert 16 bastards, and we never knew and it was strange to me how lannisters never acquired or were even mildly amused by idea of magic all the way but cersei going to a witch when she was in casterly rock with her companions was like a major twist for me since i never assumed her to be like that, however she knows her fate will end by valonqar and a young more beautiful queen (def dany) will replace her and take what she holds dear. However cersei's reaction to this prophecy when she herself asks witch to tell her fortune is volatile. She takes to anger and resists it from coming true. She even shapes her life and everything according to not letting the prophecy come true but it follows her to in a way that she does marry robert and has 3 children by incestuous relationship. At the very best however, she avoids it because she hates the truth of it. She steers away from it.

Rhaegar is a different matter to me. I like how he was born as melancholic and amidst grief during tragedy of summerhal and well overall, for me had tragic demise but he took the prophecy too serious differently than stannis even. He made sure to follow and correct it and apply it aptly on his marital life and social life. He even kind of got too carried away and dreamy with it that he didn't himself realise the situation changing with Robert's rebellion and everything happening. Rhaegar however we knew was kind of intellectual and sensual personality so maybe he took the targaryen grief of years of no dragons too seriously too. And in the end well...prophecy really didn't work for him and most of his actions failed him and those around.

Dany is so different in this regards tbh. She is part of two prophecies for me the 'prince that was promised' and AZHOR AHAI. and the last 'younger more beautiful queen'. I mean it's startling. Unlike her brother and even old ancestors of her blood, she intrinsically is tied to so many of these prophetic verses and proves on so many occasions especially after birth of dragons that she indeed can be Azhor Ahai or maybe - the best candidates for her. She doesn't really is obsessed with it or neither is she forcing someone to tell her fate like cersei and then meet the rejection with rudeness infact she kind of subverts expectations one has of glaring prophecy which everyone imagines to be a prince...or a man. But dany really isn't a man lol and neither a prince. Aemon did say too the translated prophecy can have error too and it was not really prince who is promised but could be well...princess if that's even the correct term. Her birth of dragons explained in numerous posts and metas is so phenomenal and makes her ever so wonderful and magical than her all ancestors who died in all tragic ways because they made the prophecies too tied to their lives and were utterly obsessed with it. They were reminiscing over grief of dragons but daenerys bought dragons that to, three back to world after stepping into drogo's pyre and performing a ritual she herself only realised in the end what she was doing and thanks to well MMD. She realized later but still did she realise how the stone eggs did exudate warmth and called to her. Im pretty sure all other targayens and their expectations and experiences were all in vain or went down drain. Dany on the other hand independently alone and on her own without help of anyone but only subtly joining clues and hints, sorted out and stitched the importance and relevance of it. The dragons and ritual. It was anyways a one time magical event too, no wonder her bringing dragons to world is written as " music of dragons" and night came alive with it in AGOT. (interesting that grrm says music of dragons and well rhaegar also liked playing sad music at ruins of summerhall, an emo prince yea)

And Daenerys doesn't really is tied herself to prophecy but most of the prophecies are tied to her. The Younger More Beautiful Queen one indicates at her..tbh and really no one including cersei and her knows about it. The AzAhai one also points to her because she was born in salts of dragonstone and smoke refers to birth of dragons and cracking of sound and smoke during pyre. The sword forged from flame can obv be pointed to drogon whose birth is like fire made flesh of a dragon hence that, and also when Xaro X Daxos says, of her dragons 'as flaming sword'.

but not getting into details of AA as dany because again, there are a lot of essays to it.

I just pointed out how stannis makes prophecy his and forced a little on people, how jojen trains bran too in a way and he still takes time to learn this green visions thing, cersei staggers away from it and damages people to not fulfill it or prevent it from engulfing her...but dany has no idea yet as far of any prophecy only a dream, and house of undying visions which she herself doesnt yet believe all so much we rlly dont know, yet she fulfills def 2/3 prophecies.

[alfredosauce50]

What makes me human [Cyberpunk! America x reader] 15

Wordcount: 3, 484 Rating: T for strong language and mild violence “For you, it can be. I'm actually conscious about the taste and origins. You know those protein jellies Zao makes? They're made of his roommates.” Chapter synopsis: Everyone goes out for a night in town for a day off. While Arthur is complaining about the venue of choice, Allen sulks about the prospect of being replaced. When you disappear to the bathroom, he follows you and comes clean about it, even suggesting that you run away with him. You're reminded that you picked the right choice when you come across some unfinished business. The reader is referred to as she/her.

15 - Blood was on the agenda

“Technology advances, but humans don't. We're smart monkeys, and what we want is always the same. Food, shelter, sex, and in all its forms, escape.”

He could repeat the quote word for word if he wanted.

A week had passed since Zao left the planet, leaving you buried to the neck with work, and him, with an unstable mechanic. Alfred was still wasting away, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when the guy was the source of all his problems. Ever since he returned to the guest room after comforting Arthur, this feeling of abandonment never stopped haunting him.

How could it, after seeing you curl up so comfortably with Alfred? Every night was the same. Allen would face you, hoping you could face him. But it was always your back. Your arms were coiled around the blonde's neck like they belonged there. And the image seared into his mind like branding. It only burned deeper into his soul at every passing day as you stuck closer to the man.

Down a narrow flight of stairs in a secluded street was a pounding nightclub. Two bouncers who could easily take his head off guarded the entrance. With tattoos of dragons etched into their skin, the sight was enough to get Arthur warbling again. “Why did we have to come here? The club across the street looked fine to me!”

Allen clicked his tongue and ruffled his hair.

“If it weren't for the fact that two of your friends are on the hit list, we'd go there. But we need every bit of protection we get.” Holding his hips as he gave the two men a squint, a tense silence fell around the group before they gave a soft grunt. A grin stretched over his face. “Good thing your boyfriend has connections.”

“... Hah...” Digging a hand through his choppy blonde locks, he shook his head with a hard frown. “And because of that, that idiot will turn up dead in a ditch one day...” As he trailed off, everyone entered the establishment. One of the bouncers whipped their head over their shoulder to stare at the group that just disappeared inside.

“Didn't we already let that guy in? The blonde one?” He pointed behind him with a thumb.

“... You're tripping balls, man.” The other sighed.

“Not today, I'm not. The one with the blue eyes. Like an hour ago.”

“Maybe he came in again cuz' he wanted to. It's not that deep.”

“This is why I'm better at this job than you.”

“Eat shit.”

It was a cloudy afternoon. A grayish-blue haze had been cast over the city, but what you walked into was so much dimmer in comparison. Nothing but neon illuminated the interior. Lights that faded from blue to purple lined the countertops. The tiles of the dancefloor were a blinding white. Next to it was a heated pool that glowed blue.

As fog clouded over the surface of the steaming water, it curled around the patrons wading in it. Needless to say, you were hypnotized. “Did nobody actually think of bringing their swimsuit?” Scrambling to the edge, you bent down to your knees and played with the white clouds. “A nice hot soak would do my sore muscles some good.” Before your fingers could do so little as graze against the water, Alfred grabbed your wrist.

“But not for your junk. They're practically swimming in STIs... Just do it at home in the bath.” He grumbled, pulling you up. Shivering at the thought, you let him pull you to the bar.

“But the bath doesn't glow...”

“Not yet, it doesn't.”

Allen narrowed his eyes. The guy was so quick to follow you, then lay hands on you, it had him rethinking his life purpose. Protecting you was meant to be his thing. Hell, it used to be his job, even. And yet, here Alfred was, having replaced him. No way. He was just an outsider in the end, wasn't he?

As he watched your interaction with him, he would soon learn he was right to some degree. Maybe Alfred didn't replace him, after all. He just became another figure in your life. Somebody he never managed to be--yet.

“Let's just grab some grub.”

Ever since Alfred arrived, he'd been wondering what was on the menu.

Hunger might have been history, but not eating. And you knew it well. Shooting him a weird smile, you nudged him with your elbow. “You say you don't have organs, but you still have a digestive system. How else do you use the toilet, huh?” Alfred looked at you, turned away, then looked at you again with his face scrunched up in a scowl.

He couldn't admit it, but you were right down to a T. “It doesn't count. It's not exactly real if it's not made of organic materials.”

Taking a seat by the counter, the stools beside scraped back to be occupied by your friends. While Alfred sat on your left, Allen sat on your right. Arthur took the end. “It's all a social construct.” You piped, much to his displeasure. The word wasn't entirely accurate to describe the emotions flurrying in his chest, however.

Was he frustrated? Yes. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to hear what you had to say. And you didn't disappoint. “If something serves a function in your body, it's an organ. Doesn't matter what it's made of.”

Alfred waved over the bartender. “I'm not having this conversation with you. We're from different generations, so I have a right to brood in peace.”

“Fine. But I won't let it destroy you.”

His breath hitched while he was about to order. “Can I--” Darting his eyes to yours, his voice only faltered at the steely look in them. Tearing his gaze from you had never been so difficult. “... Can I get a yakisoba with extra bonito flakes on the top? And uh, six of these dim sum-thingos?” He slid the menu to you.

“What do you want?”

A soft laugh rumbled from your throat as he refused to look at you. I'm finally getting through to your thick-headed ass, huh? But you couldn't be unreasonable. This was always a touchy subject. “I'll just have these dumplings. What about you two?”

Allen raised his brows, unimpressed. “Lotus chips and beer for me. This isn't the most vegetarian-friendly place in the world. Sucks.”

Arthur smirked. “I know, right? But protection is the priority, I suppose. I'll have the BLT.”

“I don't think you get to side with me when you ordered the worst thing off the menu.” The redhead mused, causing the other to flare their nostrils. He slapped his hands down on the counter to sit further up his stool. “But I get it. Aw, everything reminds me of him! Except for this BLT cuz' it's white.”

“Shut your gob and bugger off, Allen! It's literally just food.”

The said man sipped his beer loudly. “For you, it can be. I'm actually conscious about the taste and origins. You know those protein jellies Zao makes? They're made of his roommates.”

“So what? Not everyone has the same eating habits as you. Deal with it!”

You exchanged funny looks with Alfred. “Don't they get along well?”

“Not as well as us. And it'll stay that way so long as you don't talk about your philosophies.”

“... And that's not happening.” The food finally arrived, so the murmur of conversations came to an end. But it wasn't long before they picked up again. “You're not the only one who can have opinions.” Alfred glanced at you with narrowed eyes. “I can't even say that they're as strong as yours. But you'll have to live with them. Maybe you could learn something new.”

He scoffed, but he couldn't bite back a defeated smile. “C'mon, not this again. You of all people should understand how I feel about that stuff.”

“And I've seen what it does to you.” Alfred hung his head at that. This was exactly what he wanted to hear, but it annoyed him all the same. The hardest topics were often the most worth discussing, and this was a perfect example of it. Giving your chest a few indignant bumps with his head, he sulked like a child much to your amusement. “I'd love to entertain you some more, but nature calls.”

Hopping off the stool at that, he thrust out a hand to grab yours. It all happened so fast, even he was shocked. But it became apparent to you both what just happened—he needed you for one last reckoning. For you to see that expectant look of his, saying how he wasn't done with you. After a few moments, he let go, letting you turn away and run off to do your business.

Life had been such a shitshow you almost forgot the situationship between you and him. Even with his lacking memories, he couldn't forget it either. And now, he just had to wait for the right time.

“Right. That's it.” Allen grumbled, scraping his chair back to hop off.

Arthur glanced up.

“And where the hell are you going?”

“Gonna go with her. I've learned to not trust anything anymore.” Jogging after you at that, the mechanic was left with a fellow blonde.

“Well, would you look at that? It takes two to tango.”

Alfred shook his head. “What?”

“You and Allen, I mean.”

The toilet flushed. Leaving the cubicle to wash your hands in one of the communal sinks, you stared at your reflection as you shook away the water droplets. The pandemonium of the club music had faded to a soft thumping, giving you some space to collect your thoughts. Even in the darkness, what you saw in the mirror couldn't be clearer. It was distinctly different from watching yourself in a pond—where the ripples of the water distorted your image—specifically the one in the garden back at headquarters.

Your old home.

But it could burn for all you cared. This was who you were now. Tired, resentful, and fuelled by a fire of hot vengeance.

“... Whatcha thinkin' about?”

Your heart jumped out of your chest as you turned to the voice. Leaning against the doorframe was none other than your old bodyguard himself. “Oh my god, you scared the crap outta me.”

He craned his head to the side with a grin. “Sorry, a force of habit. Security works better when they're discrete.” You responded wordlessly with a small, wistful smile. As nostalgic as it was to have the man by your side 24/7, he didn't have to do this anymore. And it was better that way. Something about bodyguarding never sat well with you. Not with a man of his talents, anyhow.

Walking in to join your side, he bent down to fold his arms across the sink. Then, he rolled his head up to you. “So... Wanna tell me why you look like that?”

“Like... Like what?” Blinking a few times at the mirror, you leaned in to peer at your reflection.

Allen snorted. “Not literally. Well, not your physical appearance. I can tell when something's on your mind.” Straightening up, he squeezed your shoulder as he stared at both of your reflections. Almost instantly, he felt you tense up beneath his fingertips. “I've known you for nearly eight years, dollface. I'm offended that you're underestimating me.” The man pressed his cheek to yours coyly. “Even if you don’t talk to me about your problems, I can smell em’.”

You outstretched your hands to hold the edge of the sink, breaking away from the contact on his skin. It wasn't anything worth paying mind on your end, but the feeling of your face separating from his was reminiscent of tearing something from its glue. It stung as much as it was destabilizing. It showed in his troubled frown, which deepened when he heard your mirthless laughs while you hung your head.

“I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you.” The loudest silence fell around you both as his eyes went round with grief. “It's... Too productive.” Returning his gaze with a bittersweet smile, he felt himself die a little inside. You weren't spared of the sensation as you continued with an honesty so brutal, it killed you to say it. “I've been trying so hard to make something out of myself.”

Your brows trembled ever so lightly as they furrowed together. “But I'm getting so tired, I wanted to just... Give up on the future. Maybe disappear for a bit. But I couldn't bring myself to come to you or anyone about it. You especially.”

Allen huffed out a pained breath. “Why? I wanna help you! You can trust me with anything, you know that! Out of everyone in the world, I'm the closest to you, aren't I?” Holding onto your shoulders, he gave you a desperate squeeze. “Or am I wrong to assume that?” In this space in time, he never felt more betrayed in his life. The hurt coursing through every fiber of his being was unbearable—he preferred being skewered into by your father's blade to this.

“Because it’s Alfred now?”

Your heart sank as you listened to and saw how wounded he was. His lips were trembling, and tears were threatening to spill from his glassy eyes. Never in your life had you seen him cry. The sight was so sobering you couldn’t hold yourself from pulling him down into a tight hug. “No! It's because you're you.” As your bodies swayed from side to side in the embrace, you dug a hand through his hair and screwed your own eyes shut. “You’re my only family in the world. Nothing and nobody will ever replace you, ever.”

He tightened his hold on you as he let a few tears roll down his face. His eyes had been shut as a last-ditch resort to keep that from happening, but they oozed out the tiny gaps of his lids. “Then talk to me.”

Allen never knew he had this fear, but here it stood before him in all its glory, threatening to undo his sanity at the seams. It was the fear of being a second choice. Being abandoned. He already was once, and it nearly cost him his life. But if you did it--“What makes me so different from the rest? Why would it be easier to say this to everyone else?”

“Because you’ve known me since I was thirteen!” You buried your face into your hands to hide how it contorted with pain. Falling deathly quiet at your sudden outburst, he could only watch as you trembled away. “I’ve been working towards something ever since. I always thought I was scared of disappointing dad. But in the end, I was more afraid of disappointing you.”

Allen pulled you in again, and this time, he didn’t hesitate to kiss your cheek. It wasn’t a first, but the way how his mouth lingered on your skin made it feel like something more—something beyond a platonic friendship—and pulling away felt like a sin in itself. “Don’t think that fucking low of me. You could never disappoint me.” Pressing his forehead to yours, he bit back a contented sigh as your cries quietened to sniffles.

“You have nothing to prove. Fuck expectations. You don't have to live the way everyone wanted you to. Just live how you want.” Reaching up to hold your face, he was at a loss from how satisfied it felt to finally say it. But the moment of truth had yet to come—the culmination of everything he wanted in this world.

“Just run away with me. We can put this all behind us. We don’t have to think about this ever again.”

You held onto his hands that found a place on your cheeks. It was a nice thought. To abandon everything you knew to live a carefree and blissful life with Allen. But you declined with little hesitation. “We don't run from things. It's not who we are.” A sad smile made its way to your face. “And I have too much unfinished business.”

Allen wasn't sure whether to think of your response as rejection. But he wasn't about to let it get to him. “... If you ever do, then tell me. Zao's got a nice retreat in the middle of nowhere. We'll pack our things in the middle of the night and disappear by morning.” Your smile spread to him, but his was more bittersweet.

“I just want you to know that you'll always have a way out of everything. I'll wait for you. So just... Give me a call.” He shoved his hands into his pockets to walk off. With one last wistful look over his shoulder, he added this. “I'll always be your guy.”

Going to the bathroom was meant to clear your head, but here you were, sitting in your lonesome in an empty pool room in the penthouse to mull over the conversation. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to run away with Allen. A part of you wanted to return to how things used to be—when it was just you and him. He was the most important person to you in the world, but so was Alfred. You couldn't just forget about him like fuck all, could you? Breathing out a drawn-out sigh, you watched the soft pulsing of lights of the city at night through the window.

Maybe Allen did want you to forget him.

Fiddling with the gun he left you, the barrel scraped against the counter in small slides. Then, you picked it up with a huff to slide off the stool. It was about time you joined the rest. As you did, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette by the window.

Shrouded in the dimness of the room, their body was nothing but a shadow against the scenery of neon holograms and billboards. With a brief squint, you could recognize the person almost right off the bat.

“Alfred? How did you know to come up here?” Tucking the gun into your back pocket, you couldn't help but grin at the pleasant surprise. The said man spun to your voice, then waved. Your grin would've widened at the sight, but it faded upon discovering he was in a different set of clothes than what he arrived in. He came in a dark khaki military jacket and navy blue jeans.

Weird. When did he change to a kimono?

“Hey! I haven't seen you in ages. Come gimme a hug, dammit!” Tightening his arms around your waist, he lifted you up a few inches off the ground. A few nervous laughs fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders to stabilize yourself. And they felt... A little softer than you remembered. Warmer. Before you could linger too long on the sensation, he set you on your feet and gleamed.

“Whatcha doing in the club, (F/N)? I thought you didn't like places like these. 'Specially when this one's got ties to the underworld and stuff.”

You craned your head to the side—never have you been this baffled. “... You walked in here with us.”

Alfred blinked. “Oh, did I?”

“... Are you drunk?”

He patted his chest a few times without eliciting any sort of whirring noise—immediately, the interaction changed to an unsettling one. But his answer only confirmed your suspicions. “Nope! Stone-cold sober. It would take more than a few drinks to get this baby down.” He gloated, much to your surprise. But the shock soon morphed into a grim kind of understanding.

Alfred couldn't get drunk.

In a heartbeat, you grabbed his wrist, then felt down his forearm. The utmost terror contorted at your expression as you felt his soft flesh sink between your fingers. You only sucked in a horrified gasp when you witnessed his veins disappear under your presses. It was almost as if he was—“Heh. You having fun there?”

Glancing up at him in a dark glower, you never bothered to open your mouth. Instead, you reached for your back pocket. If he was who or what you thought he was, you couldn't let Alfred see him. He couldn't leave this room alive. However, your conviction couldn't triumph the smallest shred of hope that you were just seeing things. There was one way to confirm you weren't hallucinating.

Blood was on the agenda, and you wanted to see it.

You pulled out your gun at light speed and fired a shot into his palm.

The explosive bang was loud enough to reach a few floors down, including the elevator that just left this one. Allen was whistling to himself when he heard it.

As faint as it was, he couldn't mistake it for anything else.

He shouldn't have left you alone.

[alextriestowritestuff]

Blood Of Olympus Read W/ Me

This was the worst book of the series by far. I almost didn’t finish it. I think my thoughts are going to be rather short but they’ll still be below the cut for spoiler reasons. There will also be Trials of Apollo spoilers so I highly suggest not reading this if you haven’t caught up with those books! Let’s get into it.

I’d like the start by saying what I like: Nico/Reyna POV. I loved their relationship (which I didn’t see coming at all) it was very big sis-little bro vibes. I love that Nico finally found a place and his budding relationship with Will. What’s funny is though I knew Will would be his love interest (You can’t avoid them in fanfic at all) I thought he’d be more like super sunshine/super happy and that would contrast with Nico’s emo nature. But he was just chill and was like Nico, stop being a dumbass, we’re friends. I think fanfic gave me a different impression of what he’d be like (Granted I never read the fics, just summaries) and I was surprised that he was not like that. It’s not bad or good, just pointing it out. 

Oh and Nico telling Percy he liked him and Percy just being like ‘say what?’ I didn’t expect Nico to actually fess up to that one but Percy’s reaction was gold. 

The best moment in this book is Reyna taking down Orion by herself. She was that BITCH. Correct me if I’m wrong but the only other person who defeated a giant by themselves was Percy right? In the Battle of Labyrinth when he fights Antaeus? I think Antaeus was a half-giant though because Percy, a demigod, managed to kill him without the help of a god. Anyway, Reyna was everything in that scene. Oh I lied, he took down Polybotes too. They’d be unstoppable together (though I love Percabeth). She was about to sacrifice herself too!! What a queen. I respect the crap out of her. UM Jason you really picked the wrong girl lmao. 

I appreciated the Thalia cameo (because again, I didn’t re-read the Lost Hero so I haven’t seen her since the last time I read the PJO series) and the mention of Zoe. I hope Kenzie didn’t really die though, I liked her. 

And that’s all the good I have to say about it. Now for the bad...so much bad.

So after thinking about it, I realize that what makes HoO so different from its predecessor series is that there’s no consequences. The closest we got to consequences was Annabeth and Percy falling into Tartarus because they weren’t saved in time. No one important (protagonist/good guys side) died. Leo was resurrected (And I looked it up and found out that he came to Camp in the Trials of Apollo series so everyone knows he’s alive). Even for the Tartarus one, we didn’t even get a PTSD arc. It would’ve been helpful to have Percy or Annabeth’s POV in this book to wrap up that subplot. Instead we get two lines about their time in Tartarus and when Percy brings it up, Annabeth tells him not to mention it. So no PTSD arc. Got it. But we can just casually mention that Octavian committed suicide (which I don’t care for that ending at all).  Right.

The HoO books are boring because there’s no consequences. I never felt true fear apart from Percy/Annabeth being in Tartarus. In the Last Olympian, mortals were put to sleep, Annabeth was gravely injured, Silena and Beckendorf died. Luke and Ethan died. There was no magical save for them. Blood of Olympus had NO stakes, coupled with a weak, slightly developed new characters made it a bad series imo. It also doesn’t deliver on the questions posed in the book.

Hazel’s curse is still active, no descendant of Neptune has taken it away. I read the wiki summary for every book of the Trials of Apollo (The last one isn’t out yet) and there’s no mention of her curse being lifted. I think Frank’s stick is resolved imo being that it’s safe in the fireproof pouch but for some readers, they don’t think that’s resolved. Kym told Percy he’d have to face his fatal flaw. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t feel as though he did. Percy also never helped Leo find Calypso but Ig that’s null because he never got the chance to. Also is Black Jack, Frank’s grandmother, Hylla okay? Orion said Hylla got away but I was hoping for another cameo. 

Let’s talk about the villains/the entire quest of the Seven. The quest was boring, Nico/Reyna/Hedge’s quest was 100x more interesting and they were transporting a freaking statue. The quest of the Seven was fight this minor god/villain who is working for Gaea who promised them something (Even Jason has a line where he makes fun of this), outsmart/fight them, get to Athens where all the monsters are. Percy and Annabeth’s blood awakens Gaea. The gods come down which makes me angry because most of them weren’t helpful throughout the series. Poseidon wasn’t in this series at all. He didn’t even send a symbol or talk to his son who went missing. I’m pissed that the battle against Gaea wasn’t even in Athens! I’m pissed that they got slapped to New York, like what? The gods really couldn’t poof them back there, they gave some excuse but it was still bs. But I guess Rick needed Argo II to get back to NY so Leo can turn festus back into a dragon. But anyway, the gods come down, the demigods work with to defeat the giants in less than two pages. The giants that were poised as a massive threat for four books straight. Defeated in mere minutes. We don’t even get a cool battle description, they just hack and slash at them and they’re dead. Huh? 

Percy, Annabeth, Hazel, and Frank were reduced to background characters and I understand they don’t have a POV but I never felt that characters who didn’t have a POV in a certain book were ever forgotten/not utilized. They didn’t really get to do anything. 

We also don’t really see the Roman and Greek gods all that much. I know they’re the same people, different Greek and Roman personalities. But like I thought their Roman side could be seen a bit more but they were having difficulty maintain one persona throughout the whole series. I can tell you what the Greek gods are like and how they interact w/ each other based on the throne room scenes/anytime they help demigods in PJO/HoO. But Roman gods as whole? I can’t tell you how they even interact with each other. 

But wait, it gets worse. There’s not even a formal recognition thing like there was at the end of the Last Olympian (where Percy is offered godhood and Annabeth is given position of architect) there’s a little meeting with the gods and the Seven in which Jason is like give minor gods shrine and the gods aren’t really all that interested in what he has to say. There’s no thank you demigods. No, thanks Annabeth and Percy for literally going through Tartarus and Hazel for sacrificing yourself at 13 back in the 1940s. And the rest of them sacrificed something too. Like damn, no wonder why Luke was always like the gods don’t care about their kids. 

Gaea was built up to be a big bad (honestly not really, she talked trash the entire time/sent people to do her work) and the woman is easily overpowered by the three demigods. She’s not even awake for 20 minutes and she goes down. WHAT?? 

Overall, it was anti-climatic and totally did a 180 on everything else established in this series-the fact that Gaea was such a major foe and turned out not to be (that SEVEN demigods had to take her down, not just 1 like Percy’s prophecy) and the giants were to be feared too but they get taken down. At 200 pages in, I dead ass wanted to DNF, it was so boring. I gave it a one star because although the good I mentioned was really great, it doesn’t save the book. So for me, this series had every book be 3 stars or under except House of Hades. 5 books and I only really was able to like one and get through it easily and it still had issues. Like what?

Lastly, I want to touch on Jason. I still think he’s bland though I appreciated him giving Nico a hug at the end there. Again from ToA/being spoiled over the years, I learned that Jason died and I won’t be reading ToA but I read the summary of the book where he died and um, wow. I don’t feel anything for his death but the fact that he and Piper broke up sent me into a laughing/anger rage. Laughing because they really said ‘I love you’ at the end of BoO and they didn’t even make it a year lmao. And the fact that PIPER, miss always insecure in her relationship with him, McLean broke up with HIM. WOOOOOW. But it made mad because I listened to her complain/fawn over Jason for 4 freaking books (not counting tSoN) for NO REASON cuz they ended up breaking up. Overall, I appreciated what Jason, Hazel, Frank, and Piper did in the HoO series because they were helpful but I couldn’t connect with their characters. I’ll admit that in BoO we got a little bit more bonding between characters which is what I asked for in my last read with me and I like the Percy/Jason scene underwater and Piper/Annabeth scene from the beginning. I do think some relationships were summarized when they could’ve been shown--i.e. Annabeth/Reyna/Piper friendship but they have potential. 

The bonding was good, it was just too late. It should’ve happened in MoA/HoH as well. Random but I also hate how Leo was treated (esp. by Jason and Piper) throughout the series and I’m glad he got out of that mess. He was reduced to a deus ex mechanic and that wasn’t cool. The Seven wouldn’t have been able to do this quest without him. 

Sooo I guess this is it. I don’t think I’m going to read another Rick Riordan book again unless I hear something drastic happens to Percy or Annabeth/Any of the PJO characters and Reyna. I’m strongly reconsidering removing him as my fav author. I still love the PJO series but this one was not it. I don’t know if Rick was on a tight deadline for these HoO books but it was just poorly executed. I don’t regret reading the series, I think reading HoH was worth all the time I spent reading this series. I wish I had just read a summary of tSoN and MoA, especially because I already read them years ago and knew I wasn’t into them from my first read. I wasted my own time by doing that. So if I had done that I would’ve gotten to just read HoH and then only be disappointed by BoO as opposed to three books. It is what it is. It’s nice to be in the loop because I always see these things about HoO characters and spoilers so now I know how it went down. 

But that’s it guys, thank you for reading this entire thread and the ones before it. I have a lot of opinions and I don’t think I’m in the minority by saying I didn’t like this series overall. I will get back to my writeblr content and I will leave you guys with my final ratings for the series (My rating system may seem generous compared to my read with me thoughts but I personally don’t give less than 3 stars to books that plot wise made sense. It may not be the most compelling plot or have the best characters but if it made coherent sense, I have to give it at least a 3.) :

The Lost Hero: This score is based off of my original reading in 2012/2013 and my thoughts on the main characters in that book, I give this a 3/5 stars

The Son of Neptune: 3/5

The Mark of Athena: 2/5

The House of Hades: 4.5/5

The Blood of Olympus: 2/5 

Worst book of the series: Mark of Athena (Blood Olympus is a close tie but the Nico/Reyna really saves it from this spot) and best book- House of Hades. 

[the-heart-alchemist]

White Rose Fics of the Month: August

I know I’m a few days late shhh. So anyway, I decided that I can create small lists of fics that I read each month and post them here to share. Since I really only read white rose (lol big surprise) I thought why not just keep adding to my huge master list that I made before? 😆

This will contain fics I continue to read from the master list with updated/longer descriptions or fics that I’ve just recently read through completely and really liked it. Also, these are all Ongoing fics. 

Again, please remember: These are fics that I've chosen from my own preferences and likes, fics that I alone think are great. So, please don’t expect all of these stories to be to your liking. Also, I don’t provide links in this but the fics should be easily found when you look them up. if you have trouble, you can ask me and I can get them for you :)

So, here we go:

IF YOU END UP READING ANY OF THESE, PLEASE LEAVE THE AUTHORS A COMMENT/REVIEW! THEY’RE AMAZING AND ALL OF THESE STORIES DESERVE GOOD MESSAGES FROM YOU! PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

Dust Trader by brokenmirmir- This story is an AU about Team RWBY basically being space pirates and it is absolutely a wonderful and exciting read! It’s full of adorable fluffy pining from our favorite pair with lots of action and tension within the whole team. It’s awesome, please go read it! 

First Time at a Second Chance by TheGreatWeissShark- This story is an AU about Weiss and Ruby in a modern type of universe, where Weiss is a young single mother and Ruby is a college student/barista. There’s angst here and there about their individual selves and situations, but also lots of adorable moments, especially ones where Ruby makes Weiss’ daughter happy, which, of course, makes Weiss even happier. Read it! It’s great! 

Dream Theory by mikotyzini- This is a futuristic modern AU story and is a Bees-focused fic, however, believe me when I say that this story has the BEST VERSION of white rose I’ve ever read. Amongst thousands of white rose fics I’ve read in my life, this is my personal favorite of all of them. For the white rose part, they have a forbidden type of relationship in this and so they’re a million times sweeter, more in love when they’re together than I’ve read in any other story. It’s fantastic and they have so many great moments in this, both individually and working together as a team. 

These Fading Colors by MyBestFriendsBestSeller- This story is a tragic Soulmates AU where Weiss and Ruby are soulmates but meet in the worse possible time. However, this fic is full of pure lovely moments between the two despite their situation. It’s plenty angsty but it’s definitely worth the read. Where it is now is hinting at a happy ending! 

Dark Harbors by teleportingoctopi- An amazing action/adventure Pirate AU fic about Ruby being a notorious pirate and Weiss as a rich princess basically and she ends up as a prisoner in Ruby’s ship. I’m sure you can assume what happens next ;) This is full of painful angst and misunderstandings but they overcome them every time that happens. They’re so hopelessly in love in this story it’s pretty funny tbh. Please read it, it’s soooo good. 

Crash Landing by fictionalportal- This is a like a normal modern AU where everyone in RWBY goes to college and they’re all friends. It’s formatted as just text messages from the characters but it's absolutely hilarious and filled with so many genuinely great moments between every character. It’s a fun read!

Darkening Horizons by SwagWizardSupreme-This a canon divergent story set between the earlier volumes where they’re still in Beacon. I honestly feel like this is such an underappreciated story cuz it’s full of really nice Weiss and Ruby bonding. There’s even nice bee bonding in this too. Also, in the recent chapters, Weiss gets to see some of Ruby’s scars and they have small intimate moment ;) READ IT!

A Scattered Plate by skull025- This a story that was recommended for me to read and thank god too because this is such an amazing story. It’s an AU where Weiss is the head chef of a restaurant and Ruby becomes her new sous chef. It’s filled with some incredible banter and really forward flirting sometimes that make you wanna scream lol also, awesome food is here. I mean c’ mon, really good white rose content AND food? What else would you want?? 

Painting the Town by bandiits- This was also recommended to me and omg how have I actually never read this before?? This is so cute and fun to read! It’s about how Ruby and Weiss’ friends get them handcuffed together and the only way they can escape is to go on a date set by the said friends who set them up lol It’s super funny and awesome! Please read it!

Of Roses and Mirrors by DerpySlurpyTheDerpMaster- This story is another recommendation to me, and is basically an alternate version of how Weiss and Ruby reunited in volume 5 and how they interact after that. This one is such a sweet and tender read. If you want some wholesome white rose content, you should read this. 

The Fate We Choose by HopeOfMorning910- OKAY OMG THIS ONE THO! This one was such a surprise for me in terms of quality. Like holy hell there’re only 2 chapters in this so far but oh my god. It’s soooo good. This is like a magical modern AU where Weiss is a vampire and Ruby is a Fae. The magical rules and properties in this story are like super important and relative to how Weiss and Ruby interact. So, not to give too much away, Weiss is in trouble and happens to find Ruby who helps her and takes her to her apartment for the night. Adorableness and cuteness then ensue plus REALLY REALLY GOOD WHITE ROSE BANTER. like omg top tier writing. I love this. Read it. 

The Snowball Effect by ShadowBlazer- This is another modern AU where Ruby is a political science major in college who is found by Winter who asks Ruby to be in a fake relationship with Weiss. Hilariousness ensues and of course Weiss and Ruby get along really well. ;) 

Fly Together by Etheriell- This is a Superhero AU where Ruby and Weiss are both heroes (Weiss is a brand new hero tho who heavily admires famous Hero!Ruby if you know what I mean *winks*). Ruby and Weiss are almost like partners in justice (not crime) and its so cute because they’re just constantly flirting with this heavy sexual tension around them every time lol so yeah, lots of action and lots of pining/flirting happens! If you want something fun to read, definitely read this!

My Girlfriend is a Dragon by Kirika Nai- This one is a fantasy AU where Weiss just escapes her home to live freely but then discovers this dragon who saves her. Later, said dragon becomes a beautiful girl around Weiss’ age, who she learns is Ruby. Then they get into all sorts of trouble while Ruby learns to be a proper human in society. It’s a hilarious story full of fun and really sweet moments between these two. 

Running Away From (Towards) You by ArrowOvis- this is a modern AU story where Ruby is a professional track star and Weiss is her current roommate at their shared apartment and they’re best friends (yeah not romantic... YET). This story is filled with a lot of misunderstanding type of angst between them but they really love each other. It’s basically a story where Ruby goes through stages of grief because she can't control her feeling for Weiss any longer and she doesn't want to burden Weiss or ruin their friendship because of it. Currently tho, they’re very happy and very much together. Please read it. 

[kiradurbin]

Super Short Reviews:  Spring tv part 3:

Fosse / Verdon (FX) – Don’t expect to see a ton of musical theatre here ... while the show is about 2 MT superstars, the focus is on the drama of their relationship, and THANKFULLY all the work that Gwen Verdon did that she never really got proper credit for. I predict an Emmy for Michelle Williams. There was a slight fuss from people over the source material – Sam Wasson’s book – but as the show was overseen by Nicole Fosse I choose to believe its facts are true even if obviously the scenes are heightened for tv drama.

Shadow (Netflix) – South Africa. Well, he’s not a superhero, but due to a lightning strike he can’t feel any pain, so he still walks around with his chest puffed out like a proper vigilante. Episode of the week of save the damsel in distress (at least the first 2 episodes were) is a bit outdated for a premise.  But great to see so many talented SA actors.

White Dragon (Amazon) – UK/ Hong Kong. Hmmmmmmm... It wants to be really good UK dark mystery tv ... but it takes place in Hong Kong where they have very different acting and directing styles. Doctor Who fans will recognise John Simm ... or maybe you saw him in Netflix’s Collateral. If not, watch that instead.

If I Hadn’t Met You (Netflix) – Spain. Get out yer knitting, cuz this is no hurry to get anywhere. Pablo Derqui is wonderful as a man in the grip of the worst kind of grief, who suddenly takes a hard left into the world of alternate universes. Sort of like a really slow not funny Groundhog Day with physics.

The Code (CBS) – Like NCIS but its the Marine Corps. I couldn’t watch more than 20 minutes I was so bored.

Turn Up Charlie (Netflix) – UK. More fun than funny but probably the closest we will ever get to see of Idris Elba’s real life, as he plays a DJ and (sort of) Dad. Nice to see London depicted so colourful and fun!!

Weird City (YouTube) – If Black Mirror was a comedy. No surprise Jordan Peele is involved. Each episode is its own short story / slice of lives in this very weird city. Good laughs, lots of recognizable comedy actors.

Delhi Crime (Netflix) – India. Based on a true Delhi crime case, this is pretty intense. Long drawn out, closed mystery (as long as you don’t look up the real case.) Clearly made for binge watching.

Bless This Mess (ABC) – Who doesn’t love Dax Shepard? Who doesnt hate Lake Bell? But oh ho – imagine my surprise (and delight) to find the role reversal here. Even more delightful? The supporting cast including Ed Begley Jr, Pam Grier, David Koechner, Lennon Parham, and Susie Essman. Thats a heck of an over 40, brilliant, funny supporting cast. BOO YA.

Most Beautiful Thing (Netflix) – Brazil. Desperate housewives rejoice!! Here’s your chance to escape into the world of Rio in the 1950s and follow the impossibly beautiful Maria Cassdevall as she navigates life without a cheating husband or daddy’s money, and follows her dream of opening a music club and drinking all day long. (And perhaps meets a gorgeous musician or two.)

The Widow (Amazon) – UK. Oooooooo a mystery. Kate Beckinsale puts her scowl to good use as a woman who may or may not be a widow, depending on what her husband and several other mysterious characters are up to in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Don’t worry if you don’t like Beckinsale that much, there’s plenty of super talented African actors being showcased, as well as British fan favourites like Alex Kingston.

Osmosis (Netflix) – France. Weird people, cool sci-fi tech, and shady ethical choices. Check it out.

The Red Line (CBS) – I can’t think of a single reason why this show got made. If there was literally nothing else on TV, I would watch nothing.

Special (Netflix) – At 15 minutes an episode you, could watch the entire first season in 2 hours. COULD. Whether you want to will depend on if you find writer / producer / lead actor Ryan O’Connell really sweet & funny or just really sweet. It’s hard to get tone right with disablility... you cant laugh AT the condition, but you need to laugh WITH the character. As a disabled person myself, if this does get a second season I hope he moves more into comedy centered outside of his disability. Cuz he’s funny!!  (and sweet.)

[darkdrabblings]

Quick question: how would Hanzo or Genji even take it if you were more affectionate/actually payed more attension to the dragons than them? I don't expect anything huge this is just funny to me cuz they're basically a piece of themselves but you still hate the guys and I'm curious.

Let’s be honest. The noodles are the only thing that makes living in the hell of the Shimada estate slightly tolerable.

Dark!Hanzo:

The whole reason that he doesn’t let you outside or speak to anyone but him is that he desires your attention. All of it.

So he gets a little peeved when he’s trying to reprimand you for sneaking out into the gardens, and the dragons pop up because they want to play.

You find it hard to pay attention as they scurry up your legs and nuzzle their noses into your neck.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh when their whiskers tickle your cheeks.

They start loudly chittering while running up and down your body, sending more giggles out your mouth.

Hanzo stands there, furious as ever.

But even he doesn’t know if it’s because, a) you’re no longer paying attention to him, or; b) he’s never made you laugh or smile that way.

He tells them to stop and demands that they return to his arm. 

Instead, he gets a small hiss from them both as they curl around your neck and hide in your hair.

You ask if it’s okay for them to stay with you during the day, that way maybe you wouldn’t need to leave to go outside, and wait for him to come home.

Hanzo lets out a huff and crosses his arms. He wants to refuse you like all your other requests, but the dragons did bring you to him; perhaps he owed them that much.

So he walks up to you as you’re petting one of the noodles, the other whining for attention and he stops when Hanzo pets him.

“If it keeps you safe and away from the outside, then perhaps they can stay with you when I do not need them.”

For the first time, you smile up at him, and Hanzo can feel his heart skip a beat.

Dark!Genji:

The two of you are enjoying a break away from the Shimada estate; which you were grateful for because you’d grown tired of exploring the home when he was gone.

His dragon decided to make his appearance as you sat down underneath a cherry tree and Genji makes it known that he thinks it’s an annoyance.

He pouts as the dragon curls up in your lap, and you know you have to placate him. Otherwise, the mood can turn sour very quickly.

“It’s okay, Genji. I still prefer you more,” you say while smiling at him.

It’s a lie, and you both know it. You want nothing more than to make a break for it but you're still in pain from the last time you tried to run away.

But he accepts your excuse and smiles back.

He’ll move behind you and spread his legs, pulling you back against his firm chest while he relaxes against the tree.

“Do you see how peaceful it can be when you listen, blossom?” he says as his hands begin rubbing up and down your arms.

His toned arms come to wrap around you as his lips began kissing the back of your neck.

You close your eyes and try to focus on anything but the warmth of his body on yours when you feel the dragon shift in your lap and begin to chitter.

Genji lets out an annoyed huff and breaks away from you as his dragon keeps “talking.”

“What’s he saying?” you ask looking down to the dragon, running a finger up and down its scales.

You feel Genji’s lips against your ear this time, and he grabs at your hand petting the dragon, making you stop.

“He says, that if you ever try to run away again, he won't try to stop me next time.”

[margarethelstone]

Alone, us two, kissing in a gentle breeze (part 1)

 Okay guys, so here I am, way too late, with my idea for another of @tarched prompts for httydartaugust (which I still consider an amazing idea, and am really grateful for bringing it in).

You may like to know that this is officially the dumbest thing I’ve ever written. But @wilderwestqueen says it’s funny, so hopefully, you will have some fun reading it after all.

Part 2 should be posted in a few days (if I survive watching the new season, that is).

Enjoy! 

Good Odin, he was tired.

After the whole day of flying around the island, giving out the tasks, and fulfilling this part of the duties for which he was personally responsible, Hiccup wished nothing more than to come back to his own hut and throw himself right onto his bed.

Still, as soon as he got there, he decided that there was way too much to be done before he could properly relax, once again putting off his rest, and turning to his messy desk instead.

He didn’t even gather that, after so many hours of work, he should have at least a little meal. Honestly speaking, he was too exhausted to even think of food; if he’d tried to swallow anything at the moment, it would’ve most probably ended in a wave of nausea… or something much worse that that.

At the same time, he was ready to hand over his own prosthetics for a single gulp of water.

He certainly didn’t expect Snotlout to be the one to save him.

“Evening, cuz!” the latter called out joyfully, unexpectedly showing up in the threshold, and waiting for no further invitation, he approached his leader’s seat. Hiccup raised his eyebrows in an ironic manner, however, he didn’t show a trace of surprise beside that one grimace. He surely couldn’t have expected the dark-haired Viking, marching briskly in his direction, to lower himself to something as unnecessary as knocking. If anything were to astound him, it would have been Snotlout showing the slightest bit of gallantry.

The Jorgenson family’s representative stood right next to him, and patting him on the back with all of his might, he extended his greeting with new nonsensical phrases.

“I’ve heard you had quite some work to do, Astrid says even Toothless can’t drag you out of here. How long have you been sitting here?”

“Three to four hours, I suppose.”

“And you’ve been up since…?”

“Since the bloody dawn,” Hiccup muttered in answer, rubbing his tired eyes. “And what exactly are you doing here? Something happened?”

“And why would you think so?” Snotlout looked like the most innocent of creatures; if Hiccup hadn’t known him so well, he might have been tricked by the sham, but then again, he did know Snotlout well.

He raised his brows even higher, and smiled mockingly.

“Am I supposed to believe that you’ve come here with no reason, on your own accord, just to check how I’m doing?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Snotlout, please.”

“Hey, we’re family, right? Family members care for each other.”

“And since when is that a thing? I’m sorry, but I really can’t remember you paying any mind to that when you were trying to drown me in a firth, or when you kept locking me in a box with Gobber’s smithing tools. Or -”

“We were eight at the time! All kids do that!”

Hiccup sincerely regretted the fact that his brows had already reached the level that could not be exceeded any more; so he lowered his head, and shook it with disbelief, chuckling under his breath at his cousin’s poor arguments. He looked up at him after a while, and, with the same pitying smile, asked, “Alright, just tell me what it is.”

The short Viking sighed, and lifted a bottle he’d been holding. Hiccup hadn’t noticed it earlier, and now he frowned, wondering what on the deuce was its connection to Snotlout’s visit.

“Okay, if you must know, I didn’t fly all the way here for nothing. It’s just, when Astrid said you were sitting here all alone, and that you probably forgot about all the basic physiological needs again, I thought I’d pop in, and make sure you at least won’t die because of thirst.”

“Wait, what?” The dark-haired boy almost choked on his own saliva. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve been worried about me?!”

“Well, sorry I’m not going to let the future Chief of Berk die of overwork,” his interlocutor answered, in a high offended tone. “I think a thank-you would be a more proper word here.”

“Snotlout, what do you want from me?”

“What do I want?! I came here, driven by nothing but concern, and you accuse me of some base self-interest! You know what, Hiccup, I really didn’t expect that from you. I am hurt, deeply hurt.”

“Good gods, you’re beginning to sound like Tuffnut.” The young leader only rolled his eyes.

“Sure, laugh it up. It’s okay, nobody ever cares for what I feel anyway.”

“Alright, alright. Just give me the wretched bottle.”

The sore expression on Snotlout’s face disappeared in an instant, replaced with a broad, exceptionally enthusiastic smile. He didn’t need to be asked twice – with a sudden move, he pushed the vessel right before his friend’s eyes, almost hitting him on the nose as he did. Hiccup took the bottle in his own hands, uncorked it – and pouted at the smell coming from inside.

“On Odin’s beard, what’s in there?”

“Loads of brotherly love.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, Snotlout, but I won’t be drinking that.”

“Oh, come on. It’s the best cure for thirst, especially when you haven’t drunk anything for a long time. Good, old family recipe, you see.”

“And how’s that supposed to convince me?” Hiccup glanced at the other boy, unamused. “You couldn’t just bring me water, could you?”

“I told you, this is way better.”

“But it smells awful. It’s almost as bad as yaknog.”

“You better not tell Astrid that. Now act like a man and drink it instead of whining. You won’t get anything else.”

The taller Rider looked at the bottle he was holding; it was his turn to sigh now. Snotlout was right, there was not a drop of any kind of liquid in the entire dwelling, and he was well aware that he might not manage to get to the nearest well. He sighed again, and took a deep gulp.

If he had survived yaknog, he would surely survive this as well.

To his astonishment, neither the taste nor consistency of the drink appeared to be even half as bad as he had assumed after acknowledging its horrible stench – and he had to admit, that he could hardly imagine a better medicine for the thirst that’d been burning his insides just a few seconds earlier.

He felt overwhelmed by an incredibly pleasant laziness, and wondered why he had been opposing Snotlout in the first place; he was sure he shouldn’t have been.

If only he had seen the satisfied grin on his companion’s face.

“Who on Earth is it hanging about at this time?”

Heather narrowed her eyes, trying to distinguish a shape looming on the beach, few hundreds feet beneath her. She was almost certain, that what she saw was in fact a silhouette of a living human being, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tell who exactly she was observing.

There was only one way to find out.

She nodded at Windshear, and together, they glided down, trying to make as little noise as possible. However, before the dragon’s paws touched the ground, the person had faltered, limply falling on the soft surface.

The warrior’s vigilance raised immediately – and so did her anxiety.

With such a little distance between them, she was able to notice that the lonely wanderer’s frame wasn’t the most impressive, thus, there was hardly a chance that she had stumbled across one of the Dragon Hunters.

That was the good news.

On the other hand, however, if it wasn’t a Hunter, she had most probably just witnessed one of her own friends going into a swoon. And again, due to the person’s posture it couldn’t have been Fishlegs, nor Snotlout. Left were the Twins, Astrid, and…

“Hiccup?!” she cried, when she eventually approached the unconscious boy.

She had almost dropped her axe; she threw it away now, fully aware of her actions, and without much thinking, she sunk onto her knees right next to her fellow Dragon Rider. It wasn’t difficult for her to roll him over on his back, but as she had done that, she had to face another surprise.

Hiccup was breathing quite peacefully, with a gentle grin tugging on his lips. He wasn’t unconscious – he was asleep.

Right in the middle of a beach, alone, abandoned even by his faithful Night Fury to watch over him.

“What on...” she whispered, completely taken aback; she shook her friend, hoping it would be enough to rouse him from this most bizarre nap.

Indeed, it wasn’t long before the Viking answered her nudging, murmuring with discontent; then, he lifted himself on an elbow, opened his eyes, and blinking, he began to stare at the girl’s face, obviously unable to recognise her properly.

“As – Astrid? Is that – you?” he mumbled, fighting his eyelids from falling down, wondering why they suddenly seemed so heavy.

“Nice try, Hiccup, but not even close,” Heather answered him with a cynical smile. “Sorry, brother, it’s just me.”

“Just you…?” The boy finally managed to focus his gaze on her. “Oh, hey, Heather. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” she snorted. “I don’t know what’s been happening here, but you surely should get back to bed. Now get up, I’ll help you.”

“I seriously doubt I could do that,” the young leader muttered, and having not even tried to rise, he leaned towards her, and rested his forehead on her shoulder, snuggling his face into her raven plait.

He inhaled deeply.

“Hiccup, what in the name of Freya are you doing?”

“Your hair smells great.”

“Well, that’s very nice, but I really don’t think you should be saying that.”

“Why not?”

“Do you think Astrid would like that?”

Hiccup murmured something, that sounded dangerously similar to ‘Astrid will never know’ and jerked his head up right after. He pulled away slightly, so he could look Heather in the eyes. Their faces were now only inches apart.

Close.

Certainly too close for her liking.

She wanted to say something harsh about that, but unfortunately for her, Hiccup spoke up first.

“I’ve never truly realised how incredible your eyes are. No wonder Fishlegs is so into you.” And then, in a much more serious voice, he whispered, “You’re so beautiful.”

The girl’s eyes widened in a terrified shock. She felt her cheeks blushing, although she couldn’t tell whether it was caused by embarrassment, or the anger that was rising in her. With a resolute move, she pushed Hiccup away and threw in coldly. “Get up, I have no time for that rubbish.”

She was trying to sound decisive, hoping against hope it would sober him up a little; it didn’t do much, though. The young man never ceased to stare at her with his hazy, delighted gaze. He looked like a child asking to be taken care of.

“Heather, wait,” he whispered imploringly. “There’s no need to hurry. We have all the time we need, and it’s so… quiet down here. So fresh… So wonderful. Look at the sky Heather, have you ever seen a sky that starry? And there is no one here, just us. Think of it. Alone, us two – kissing in a gentle breeze...”

It wasn’t until then when she sensed the strange, sour smell coming from him, and all of a sudden, she understood the reason behind the boy’s unnatural behaviour; his ridiculous declaration was just another proof that her assumption was correct.

“Good gods, Hiccup, you’re completely wasted!” she cried, jumping to her feet.

She needed a moment to realise that the sudden movement caused her companion to lose his balance, and fall onto the ground again, his face once again buried in the sea sand.

“And what am I supposed to do with you?” she groaned, resigned.

She could be strong, be she certainly wasn’t capable of seating Hiccup onto Windshear’s saddle, while the boy in question couldn’t even remain in the sitting position for more than a second – even with the help of her loyal dragon, the task seemed impossible to be fulfilled.

There were three things she could do, though. One –  leave the Rider alone on the shore, and fly to the base in search for help. Two –  stay with him until he feels better. Or three – use Windshear’s paws, and thus transport the young man to his own hut, as if he was nothing more than a bag of potatoes.

Reasonable as she was, she immediately abandoned the first idea. Even though Hiccup had spent some time alone on the beach before Heather had seen him during her flight, she surely couldn’t leave him in such a state again.

The second thought was declined almost simultaneously – regardless of all her sympathy towards the Rider, she wasn’t willing to keep his company any longer than it was necessary. Loki knew what other ideas a drunk Hiccup could have.

There was the third option to execute, then. Heather was just about to turn back to call for her winged friend, when her ears were approached by the voice from behind her, “You need a hand with that?”

She literally jumped at the sound of the question, and then almost choked, when she realised who was pronouncing it.

A few steps from her, with her hands rested casually on her hips, stood Astrid Hofferson – and in all honestly, Heather wasn’t sure whether the sight made her happy – or terrified.

On one hand, if Astrid had been standing next them for all this time, she might have got a very wrong impression of the scene she had been watching, and the last thing the brunette wanted was to violate that fragile bond between the two of her friends. Not to mention her own relationship with them.

Then again, she knew Astrid well enough to know that the sensible reasoning would quickly take over whatever absurd ideas she might have got under the influence of this unfortunate sight. Besides, if there was anyone capable of making Hiccup behave properly right now, it was her.

“I could definitely use that,” she answered eventually, grinning weakly in hope that her friend would treat the whole event with a healthy amount of scepticism.

To her relief, the blonde girl returned the smile, and shifting her glare to the limp boy, she asked, “What’s up with him?”

Heather shrugged. “I don’t know. Either Hiccup decided to shake off the stress with the help of a serious dose of ale… or someone else battened on him like this.”

“I wonder who might that be,” Astrid muttered spitefully, and kneeled down by the Dragon Rider. She put a hand on his arm, and squeezed it gently, before she whispered, “It’s time to get up, babe.”

“Sss.. strid?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” She turned towards the other girl. “There’s no way he will get up now. You’ll have to help me left him. Stormfly, come!”

When she had finally managed to settle down in her saddle – with Hiccup sitting right in front of her, resting his back on her torso – Astrid glanced at her female companion, and watched her carefully for a moment, while a casual, derisive smile was tugging on her lips. Heather shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect from the fair-haired warrior.

“Look, I’m not going to scold any of you, because I believe that whole situation is just a huge misunderstanding, and, that if there’s anyone to blame for it, it’s most probably Snotlout or the Twins. Still, what I have heard suggested that there had been much more happening here that I could have ever imagined; and that’s why you must do something for me.”

“What exactly…?”

Astrid leaned out a little, and smiling mischievously, she stated, “Right after I make this walking disaster go to bed, I want to hear a full report. With details.”

“What for?”

“In case there comes a day when I run out of the blackmail material.”

Heather could only laugh.

[thespace-dragon]

Hi Mogi! Are there any Klance fics that you would recommend? Thanks :)

Oh good golly gosh, here goes my afternoon, because youre about to get a shit ton. xD

If you want to peruse my bookmarks feel free. the link has been filtered down to only klance fics, enjoy your time sifting through 150+ fics ^^; (i have no self control)  And then theres any of my stuff here because i need validation and have no shame with self plugs, but ill put the focus on the other fics for right now. ^^

But here are the ones i reallllyyyy recommend outside of the big name fics that literally the whole fandom knows about.:

Make Me Your Home by Reader115

Summary: “Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”Update: Now with ART by suitboxers!!WC: 38169 (6/6)General Notes: just, omg? this fic has like it all, and it all fits into s2?? yes please?? i could not get enough of this fic and talking with the author, there is a rumor that they might write an epilogue and i like high key died. 10/10

Today, anew by MemeKonVLD

Summary: “Lance.”Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open.“Hey buddy, everything okay?”Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight.Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing.(Or: the one where Keith is trapped in a time loop. A time loop from hell.)WC: 5910 (6/6 chapters)General Notes: this was interesting to say the least, and one of my latest reads. I really enjoyed, told from Keiths pov and he’s stuck in a time loop. Angsty, but has a happy ending. 8/10

Voltron Cafe by PinkHitman

Summary: Lance is the number one butler at a maid cafe, and his number one customer? Just his old High School rival Keith.WC: 66422 (14/?)General Notes: This is really funny and quirky. Lance is adorable in all his dorky glory. The whole team is there and i cant count the times ive had to stifle laughter reading it because it was 3am and i really needed to sleep but, hey what are you going to do xD theres also a blog @voltron-cafe and the art is just as quirky as the fic and i love it to all get out. 9/10

a truth in the blood by angstinspace

Summary: “I’m Galra, Lance.”It’s the first time he’s said those words out loud––and to Lance of all people. He should feel horrified at himself but somehow, he doesn’t. In fact, an eerie calmness has settled over him. Everything comes sharply into focus as he stands there, still holding Lance’s wrist, breathing in and out, waiting for a response. A post “Blade of Marmora” fix-it fic. Mostly broganes & klance bonding.WC: 7489General Notes: So theres a little bit of angst in this, but it does a really good job of filling in the blanks of what could have happened between ep8 and ep9 of s2. I really liked it, has some Broganes in there and Klance bonding. 8/10

Starlight by epiproctan

Summary: For once, Lance tries to be responsible for something. Namely, his feelings. Needless to say it doesn’t go well.WC: 7719General Notes: Lance pov, honestly this boy tries so hard to keep the team dynamic the same, but it never goes well. goes with the trope that EVERYONE knows about mutual pining klance, but goes a different direction just for the hell of it. i loved it. 9/10

He Who Fights Monsters by magisterpavus

Summary: In a world where monstrous dragons terrorize humanity daily, the Garrison trains valiant Knights to slay the evil beasts and defend Earth. But when Knight cadet Lance Espinosa is kidnapped by a strange red dragon who kills its own kind, certain truths are revealed…and so are the true monsters. WC: 64888 (13/13)General Notes: holy fuck do i love this fic, cuz like, wow. Im a sucker for dragons and i loved the way the author inocrporated them into this fic and made it freaking work. A+++. Lots of action, drama-rama and Lance learns a thing or two about hs feelings along the way. 10/10

Burning Love by TeaAndKittens

Summary: An injury sustained on the job for firefighter Keith means an extended medical leave that makes him feel useless and angry. He’s so desperate to get back to his crew at Station 5 that he’s almost willing to try anything - except yoga. Especially after Hunk calls this friend of his that owns a yoga studio and Keith gets supporting evidence for his claim that only crazy people practice yoga.Somehow, despite all of that, Hunk and Shiro manage to bully him into at least trying it. He shows up for that first class expecting to hate it. What he’s not expecting is for Hunk’s friend to be hot like the fire of a thousand suns. Or even more insane in person.Or: Keith’s life. So Hard.WC: 7017 (2/?)General Notes: Firefighter Keith and yoga instructor lance,,, um yes please! this fic is just getting started but i really love it so far. 8/10

Sharps and Accidentals by Zizzani

Summary: Keith is a talented up and coming violin virtuoso. Lance hates him immediately.Or an AU in which Lance and Keith both attend the same music university. Keith is deaf. Lance is Trying™.WC: 39528 (9/?)General Notes: ok, so i just really love this a lot. im a band nerd so music is like my thing, and this is honestly great. Deaf keith, and lance… poor lance, hes trying ok? Im a couple updates behind, but i really love it a lot. 9/10

bouncing off exit signs by steelthighsvoideyesSummary:

Summary: This is the story of two absolute idiots who keep searching for what they’ve already found. WC: 40147 (yes on chap xD)General Notes: this is like one of those comfort fics for me, i binged it one night, and it was amazing. Based off the song Closer by The Chainsmokers. honeslty, well done. 10/10

Duly Noted by TeaAndKittens

Summary: Keith has a box full of scraps of paper, a lovingly archived collection of all the notes Lance has written him so far in their relationship. Their son has a box just like it, and soon their newly adopted daughter will too.Or: 5 (-ish) notes Lance wrote to Keith, beginning with the one that started it all, and 1 Keith wrote backWC: 4913General Notes: this was so fucking cute that i really couldnt stop smiling the whole way through. lance leaving notes everywhere is just so him. 10/10

The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Summary: Does he not realise he’s dead?Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating ghost who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.WC: 38000 (19/?)General Notes: Stop reading this list and fucking read this oh my gawd. It is that good, go on, shoo 10/10

Flirting with Death by drippingpen

Summary: Keith commits the ultimate taboo as a grim reaper: he saves a life.More specifically, he saves Lance’s life.Now they are forever linked, unable to survive without the other. Keith must protect Lance from the forces that are trying to right Keith’s wrong and kill Lance.WC: 29346 (9/?)General Notes: yoooo, my friend is reading this, and she is doing such a great job with it. Grim Reaper Keith and lance is high key supposed to be dead, and its awesome. Pidge is as nosey as ever and Hunk is pure™. give it a read, really. 10/10

Days Like Today by literal_trashbaby

Summary: For all Lance’s snarking and posturing, all that easy, cheery confidence, for all his charm and his pretty, pretty smiles (which absolutely did not make Keith a little weak in the knees, no sir). Just every now and then, Keith thought his smile would go just a tiny bit tight around the edges, and he’d go just a little quiet… well, quiet for Lance. And on the days when Lance was just that little bit… Not-Lance, like a force of nature he would, without fail, pull one side of his lower lip into his mouth and just chew on it, destroying those poor, perfect lips. Days like today.OR: Lance is Having a Day and Keith is somehow the only person to notice.WC: 3159General Notes: I love it when people write Keith picking up on Lance’s tendencies, its so freaking cute and my heart cannot handle. 9/10

so why don’t we fall by akinghtley

Summary: Five times Lance used a pet name for Keith, and one time Keith used one for Lance.Keith has no basis for having a relationship with someone, so he’s trying to follow Lance’s lead.WC: 8218General Notes: NSFW saying that now. but i love pet names, and this was all so cute. Touch of angst, but it makes up for it with fluff. I love it. 9/10

I think tht does it for fic recs rn, i could literally go through all of my bookmarks and list every one of them, but lets face it that would take forever.

Hope you enjoy all that fics!