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[dovewingkinnie]

player i need to press my screen against your face for scientific reasons

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 16

part 1 | part 15 | ao3

cw: unsympathetic religious discussion, mentions of oral sex (istg if you’re under 18 i will send such a sternly worded letter to your legal guardian, go aWAY)

“So just, to recap…” Eddie says dully, digging a thumb into his brow bone like he’s got a headache coming on. He’s sitting on the floor with his back against a work bench — one knee drawn to his chest, the other stretched out long, nearly tripping Steve where he's pacing a hole into the concrete. He lets his head fall against the bench with a thunk, looks up at Steve and continues, “we just got abducted by two asthmatic freshmen—”

“Pretty sure Dustin's the only one with asthma.”

"Okay, and I’m pretty sure that doesn't fucking matter when we've just been kidnapped and forced to play the world’s shittiest version of Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

Eddie takes a shuddering breath, brings his voice back down an octave. "Sorry,” he says, then sighs morosely to himself. “Imprisoned by my own sheepies…”

What a goddamned drama queen.

“Sheepies?” Steve asks.

"Never mind,” Eddie huffs. “Just... I mean, Jesus Christ, is this really what's happening? This? This is really where my life's at right now?”

Steve’s been wondering that himself.

“It's an intervention!" Dustin screeches. "It's for your own good!” “I’m gonna intervene your head from your body!” “That doesn’t even make sense!” Steve gives the metal above him one final, fruitless shove, then sinks down on the steps and puts his head in his hands. Pinches the end of his nose. His voice is hoarse from yelling, his temples starting to throb. Eddie’s shaking beside him like a cat that fell in an ice bath. “Seriously,” he pleads, lowering his voice. “Let us out; this isn’t cool.” “We will, okay? We promise. Just talk to each other first. Please? Just fifteen minutes.” Aaand he's yelling again. "Fifteen— are you out of your mind??" He's about to say 'hell no,' or maybe 'go fuck yourself,' but then Dustin yelps, “U.S.S. Butterscotch!” 'U.S.S. Butterscotch.' It’s basically the Scoops Troop's 'Olly olly oxen free.' “Goddammit, dude, FINE!”

“....Yeah, that about sums it up." Steve runs a hand through his hair, sweeping his bangs back off his forehead.

Eddie gives him a worn-out stare. “Well, shit.”

“Yep.” He goes back to his pacing — back and forth, back and forth, like it's actually doing anything to calm him down. (It isn’t really. If anything it’s just making his lower back damp with sweat.)

On the floor, Eddie shivers and draws his other leg to his chest, chin resting on bony knees, arms wrapped around his legs. "Christ, it's freezing," he complains, rubbing a hand over his shins. "If we die of exposure before I get to exact my revenge on those little assholes I'm gonna be so pissed."

"Here—" Steve starts to shrug off his jacket to give it to Eddie, but then he remembers the pills he still has stashed in the left pocket and abruptly changes course. He turns to the storage shelves, scanning for anything that might be useful, and— "There we go."

He makes his way to a messy pile of old camping supplies, scoops up an armful of whatever he can find: sleeping bags, flashlights, a lantern, some old citronella candles. They won't do much for warmth, but they'll make the place a bit less Russian torture chamber, at least.

Eddie eyes him a little warily as he sets up a spot right beside him on the floor. He spreads one sleeping bag out for them to sit on like a picnic blanket; offers the other one to Eddie, who drapes it over his shoulders like a cloak, his long, dark curls spilling over the edge.

"You got a light?" he asks, arranging the candles and the lantern in a half-circle around them.

"Sure do,” Eddie says. His face lights up when he slips a hand inside his pocket. "Oh, hell yeah, baby! Look what else I got."

He pulls out a silver flask, flashing it at Steve, and Steve ignores the way the words 'hell yeah, baby' bounce around his skull like an echo through an empty cavern.

"A little insurance policy in case the dinner party was a bore." Eddie unscrews the lid; takes a wincing swig. "Would have taken boring over this, though. Think I might’ve gotten a little more excitement than I bargained for." "Yeah,” Steve laughs under his breath. "You think?"

Eddie passes him the flask, sets to lighting all the wicks while Steve takes a shot. The whiskey is cheap, and it stings on the way down, but it's nice. Warm. Liquid amber in his chest, glowing like the candlelight Eddie sparks to life.

Eddie settles down beside him. With the workbench at their backs and the warm tint to the room, it's almost cozy. Reminds him of backyard sleepovers with Tommy; a little fortress built for two.

“Do you think they’re still listening?” Eddie's eyes flit to the stairs.

“Probably." Steve takes another swig, gesturing to the shadows beyond their makeshift camp. "He probably got Suzie to help him bug this whole place."

"Ah, yes. The crazy hot, crazy smart summer camp girlfriend who totally exists."

"She does, actually,” Steve laughs, “if you can believe it."

"No shit?"

"I know, right? I mean, like..." He scratches the side of his nose. "She's Mormon and lives all the way out in Utah, so it's not exactly like... but, whatever. He's super into her, so—"

"Hold up. Dustin's dating a Mormon?" Eddie says it like he’s spitting sunflower hulls. "That's almost worse than her being fake."

“What, you got some kinda history with Mormons?”

“Oh, yeah," Eddie snorts derisively. "The Mormons and I go waaay back."

"Wait, for real?" Was Eddie in a cult? Because that would actually explain so much.

"Dude. No. Hell no. Those fuckers love to solicit the downtrodden, though. They show up at the park all the time.”

“Great,” Steve deadpans. Another wonderful amenity of the Forest Hills experience.

“Don’t worry. Wayne usually just crosses himself at them until they go away.” He makes the sign of the cross, his rings glinting in the light. “Catholic middle-aged men and LDS teens, now there’s some quality petty drama.”

“So you’re Catholic, then?” Steve asks.

“Jesus, Harrington. We’re supposed to be kissing and making up and you want to start a religious debate?”

No, he absolutely does not. He wants to make fun of Eddie, because, "That’s the second time you’ve mentioned kissing." Eddie’s cheeks go horribly pink; peach tint in the deep orange glow. “First you wanna suck my blood at dinner, now you’re talking about making out. What next?” Steve teases. “You gonna offer to suck my dick?”

He means it as a joke — a slightly rude one, sure; insinuating, but still. He expects Eddie to get it, to roll his eyes and play along. Ha ha, Harrington.

When he used to say shit like this to Tommy, Tommy would always just laugh and shove him off, tell him to go suck it yourself.

Only Eddie doesn’t laugh.

Eddie goes quiet. Runs his tongue over his teeth. He fixes Steve with one of those looks; the kind that make him feel like a burglar caught in a flood light’s beam. “Why?" he teases back. "Did you want me to or something?”

—

part 17

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Petite MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: Can you believe that I wrote like 150 Arcana headcanon sets before someone asked for a petite mc? I feel like this is a classic that I missed out on in my early days. Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

❤️Julian❤️

He was already constantly filled with anxiety and an ever looming sense of dread, but meeting you has somehow increased it

Logically he knows that your size doesn’t diminish your many talents and capabilities, but he worries all the same

He likes to keep you in his line of sight, and in crowded spaces he’ll hold your hand or place one of his hands on your back or shoulder so you don’t disappear into the fray

Often he can be seen looking behind you, a bit hunched over so he can hear what you’re saying

He likes to think he looks like a scary guard dog, but depending on the circumstances there’s a good chance he looks even more scared than you

🧡Portia🧡

You can be short legends together

She hopes you’re okay with short jokes, because now that she has a partner who’s just as short as her, she’ll be making them all the time

Says you can tag team taking out people’s ankles if they piss you off

She really likes that she doesn’t have to worry about getting on her tiptoes to kiss you since you’re about the same height

Once joked about having you sit on her shoulders with a cloak to pretend to be Muriel while committing crimes

💛Lucio💛

Loves being the taller one in the relationship, it makes him feel strong and important

He’s always been a fan of heels (the higher the better), but he does appreciate that he can give his feet a break when he’s out with you

Does try to talk you into wearing heels for special events though; he says it’s more fun to look down at people

Makes short jokes when he’s feeling petty, but they’re not very well thought out, and mostly come down to “well, you’re short, and that’s bad because I say so”

Still feels really bad about this later, and insists that you should feel insulted even if you were totally unaffected

💚Muriel💚

He may actually cry from the stress

He’s always been uncomfortable aware of his own size, and that sensation is heightened whenever you’re around

If he bumps into you, you will be going down, and he is terrified of that

He tries to make himself smaller by hunching over whenever he’s standing or sitting next to you to draw less attention to the size difference (obviously it doesn’t work, and most people just pity him since he looks so awkward)

Hates that people are perceiving him as a sort of guard dog for you; he feels like the juxtaposition is leading to stereotyping, and you’ll need to reassure him that you don’t see him that way

💙Asra💙

You know, he’s never really noticed it all that much

Of course, on a physical level he knows you’re pretty small, but as someone who has always been right in the middle of short and tall, he doesn’t really see it as a very big deal

He does like that you’re just short enough to fit under his chin when he hugs you, but that’s about it

You don’t have to reach too far to give him a kiss, which is also a plus

And he’s already got plenty of step-stools around for reaching the top shelves, so there’s no need to ask (not that anything but decorations ever goes on those shelves anyway; if neither of you can reach them on your own, why bother giving them a practical use?)

💜Nadia💜

Adjusting to your height takes a bit of getting used to for her

She’s the type to wear heels and keep perfect posture, so she stands tall even among people of a similar height

She accidentally looks over your head until you call her attention down to you pretty often

Expect to be gifted plenty of heels or platform shoes early on in the relationship

She’s not particularly fond of the idea of abandoning her own heels, but if you struggle with yours then she’ll switch to something a bit more practical so she can kiss you more easily

She complained about neck pain exactly one (1) time, and silently prays that you never bring it up again to tease her

[dizzy-n-busy]

[can (and most likely will) contain SOME poly hcs!]

« Shaw Pack headcanons »

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Younger David and Darlin' had a 'platonic confession' - as Milo and Asher put it - with each other (they confessed that they were besties for the first time)

Younger Darlin' was hella touch starved and tried avoiding it at all costs bc it made them feel weird; Darlin' now is constantly being touched and completely immune to it

Angel and Asher are VERY touchy feely, love language of physical touch havin asses

David and Baaabe are the cooks of the pack - Baaabe also makes snacks for pack meetings bc David's too preoccupied (Milo and Sam are good sous-chefs !!)

Sweetheart loves buying things and going to expensive ass restaurants with the pack (they're restricted for special occasions bc the pack doesn't want them going broke)

Angel and Baaabe met each other in college but never found out each other's names till later

Everyone is immensely protective over Sam (esp during pack meetings)

Sam and Darlin' stay getting cuddled and clinged onto bc they think that they're outcasts

Milo learned how to stitch at a young age so he could personally tailor some of his clothes shorter; he was embarrassed to get them done professionally

Angel likes wearing short clothes/bottoms so when their shoes untie, the pack's literally dolphin diving tying it for them so they don't have to bend down

David gets called 'mama duck' and he literally hates it

Someone always records whenever they all hangout for memories (I'd say Baaabe, David or Sweetheart)

Darlin' and Sweetheart are menaces when it comes to pissy chrissy, they love intimidating him (Darlin' looms over him and Sweetheart jumpscares him with cloaking)

Milo has a daily skin care/shower routine which is oddly complex

Angel spams the gc with David smiling when they catch him in a photo or to lighten the mood - everyone loves it

Angel got Asher hooked on cheek kisses (or vice versa)

Movie nights or sleepovers/camping go crazy

The pack has, at some point in time, all fallen asleep on or next to Sam (he's too comforting for his own good)

It's always Milo vs Asher till you bring Darlin' into the picture (2 against 1 and they still lose lmao)

Baaabe literally obliterates everyone at arcade games

David has his last name tattooed on the back of his neck; he says how they'll be his demise /j

Sweetheart stress cleans (twinninem)

Baaabe gives fantastic pep talks

Darlin' takes Angel out whenever they struggle with sleeping and don't wanna bother David (Asher sometimes goes too)

Sweetheart is the go to for missing stuff, they always manage to find it somehow

Sam lets the pack play with his hair

Angel got David to match fits ONCE and they were literally vibrating in excitement

The amount of 'embarrassing' old pack photos and videos that David hides is FEDERAL

Darlin' gives really nice hugs

The werewolves all shift and form a cuddle party, it's very cute (many photos for evidence)

Angel likes riling Darlin' up when their shifted and gets chased like a bat outta hell - they have literally mounted the rest of the pack tryna get away

Sweetheart always gives the pack's shifted forms head kisses before and after rubbing their heads

David won't admit it but he loves hanging out with Sam on the sidelines while everyone else is playing around (shifted)

Darlin' got assorted matching piercing with the listener mates (angel bites for Angel, gages for Baaabe and either a tongue piercing or snake bites for Sweetheart)

Milo gets picked up a lot for some reason - it only slightly pisses him off

They were all matching for the Summit, I might draw it to show what I mean

Sweetheart and Milo LOVE making and holding eye contact, they like how it flusters ppl (they always win staring contests/j)

Angel's super into interior designing, they interpret it thru minecraft bc I said so

Group therapy goes crazy/lh

I have so many thoughts abt them, I might have ta make a pt2 💪💪

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[kunasthiast]

My God (3)

Everything's a negotiation these days. And, it's not something you'll pass up. After all, all of these will just be a ruse, right? Or not…

a/n: this is getting exciting for me T^T the characters are the ones writing this whole story for me sahdhsdah i swear i feel like Sukuna and reader's personalities are really shaping this story!!

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + angst, Yakuza AU, Enemies to Lovers Word Count: 2,548 All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

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“No ring?” 

Sukuna’s laughter rippled through the room, its timbre a mixture of amusement and something deeper, something you couldn’t quite grasp. His gaze bore into yours, a glint of genuine interest shimmering in the depths of his eyes.

You stifled a sigh, the weight of the moment pressing down on you like a heavy cloak. This wasn’t just a game anymore, was it? There is definitely something deeper, something unspoken between you and Sukuna. But for now, you have to focus on the very unexpected proposition at hand. Still can’t believe I said this one out loud.

Sukuna sauntered to the kitchen island, his movements deliberate and confident. As he perched on the edge and crossed his arms, his muscles rippled, drawing unwanted attention from you. Yeah, fuck those arms.

The tension in the air was palpable, like a taut string ready to snap. You know that this will be more than a simple proposition; it will be something full of deception and desire.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna drawled, his voice low and smooth tinged with curiosity. ”You certainly know how to make things interesting, princess."

His response was left you to wonder what lay beneath his confident facade. But one thing was certain—Sukuna was not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it came from you.

Meeting his gaze head-on you, matched his confidence with your own determination, refusing to let your emotions betray you. Emotions of desire, perhaps?

“And you know how to make things complicated, Sukuna,” you countered, your tone laced with equal parts annoyance and intrigue.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Touché,” he conceded, his smirk widening into a devilish grin. Ruffling his hair in a casual gesture, he leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering.

And, of course, he has to ask one of the most dreaded questions you’re looking out for to solidify this ruse. Like a guillotine waiting to fall.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

Sukuna’s question hung in the air, tinged with anticipation. Biting your lip, your mind raced as you weighed your words carefully, keenly aware of the staked at hand. “Piss Gojo off,” you replied, your tone calm but laced with underlying frustration. You both know which Gojo you are talking about.

The mere mention of Gojo seemed to inject an unexpected tension into the room.

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes tracing the curve of your lips as you nervously bit down on the soft flesh. “Huh, you engaged to him or something?” Sukuna’s eyebrows raised in surprise, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. This is something that totally caught him off guard.

You sighed, the memory of your earlier confrontation with your father flooding back with a wave of irritation. “Father unfortunately had me arranged to him since forever and I only got to know about it today,” you explained, your voice tinged with resentment and bitterness.

To your surprise, Sukuna’s expression softened, a flicker of sympathy passing across his features. “I see,” he murmured, his tone surprisingly gentle as if he understood more than you realized.

Your heart skipped a beat (don’t worry, the pterodactyls are asleep) at the unexpected tenderness in his voice. “Before you agree, I have to negotiate this one with you,” you interjected, seizing the opportunity to lay down your terms before committing to this risky proposition.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, his eyes alight with curiosity. "I’m listening," he replied, his interest piqued.

“Firstly,” you began, laying out the conditions of your proposal. “We’ll need to secretly get married. And you’ll have to agree to bring me to every meeting, no questions asked.”

Sukuna’s expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickering across his features. “You want to get married for real?” he echoed, his tone incredulous.

“It’s the only way to make it believable and divorce's easy nowadays,” you replied, your voice steady. “And it comes with other conditions, too. No other relationships, no hook-ups. Just us.”

Sukuna's smirk faltered, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re making me a celibate, princess?” he exclaimed, a hint of amusement coloring his words.

“It’s part of the deal,” you insisted, ignoring the waking up pterodactyls in your stomach. “And there’s one more condition: nobody can know about this ruse. Not even Uraume.”

His surprised expression quickly morphed into a smirk, amusement still dancing in his eyes as he processed your conditions. "Well, well, princess," he drawled standing up from the kitchen island with a newfound sense of intrigue. "You certainly don't hold back."

You met his gaze evenly, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in this dangerous negotiation. "I have to be thorough," you stated, your tone firm and resolute. "We can't afford any slip-ups."

Sukuna’s chuckle sent a thrill down your spine, his grin widening into a knowing smirk. "Fair enough," he conceded, his gaze locking with yours. "I can agree to those terms. But what's in it for me beyond just pissing off Gojo?"

You paused, considering his question carefully. There had to be something more to entice Sukuna, something that spoke to his ambitions and desires.

"We both know Gojo isn't the only one with a stake in this," you replied cryptically, your mind racing as you formulated your next move.

Sukuna's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a flicker of curiosity sparking in his eyes. “Oh? Say, it, princess,” he prompted, leaning in closer with an eager anticipation.

You held his gaze, your expression unreadable as you revealed your next proposition. "If we can pull this off convincingly, it could significantly shift the balance of power between our families," you explained, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. "And I have no doubt that you would enjoy being on the winning side."

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, a glint of excitement gleaming in his eyes. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he remarked, his voice low and smooth. "But I like it."

You returned his smirk with a confident grin of your own. "Then we have a deal," you declared confidently.

But Sukuna wasn't finished yet. "Is this an indefinite ruse?" he asked, a hint of caution in his tone.

You shook your head, clarity guiding your response. "Just one year," you confirmed, your voice steady and resolute.

Sukuna mulled over your words for a moment before another question arose. “So, when are we getting married?" he asked, his curiosity evident.

"In three days," you replied without hesitation, already formulating the plans in your mind.

Sukuna nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, you got me in your hands, princess," he agreed, his tone filled with anticipation and a hint of excitement. 

—

Sitting in his study bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon sunlight, your father's attention was drawn to the insistent ringing of his phone. The clinking of ice against glass resonated as he lifted his crystal tumbler, taking a measured sip of his scotch before answering the call.

“Is everything ready?” His voice, rich and commanding, filled the room with an aura of authority.

A brief pause followed, during which the silence seemed to stretch taut, only broken by the distant hum of the city beyond the windows.

“There has to be no mistake this time around,” he continued, his tone firm and unwavering. “You know what’ll happen if there is.”

The gravity of his words hung heavy in the air, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.

—

Sitting in behind the wheel of your car, the weight of the day's events pressing down on you like a heavy cloak, you glanced at your phone for the time.

10:42 PM.

With a weary sigh, you rubbed your temples, feeling utterly drained from the tumultuous day you had endured. The thought of returning to your father's imposing mansion held no appeal tonight, not with the turmoil brewing within its walls.

Thank the heavens you made the decision a few years back to slowly carve out your own space in the world, purchasing a penthouse apartment near the bustling heart of the city. It was a sanctuary of sorts, a refuge from the expectations and pressures of your family's legacy.

As you shifted the car into gear, you knew that tonight, you would seek solace in the quiet comfort of your own home, far away from the echoing halls of your father's domain.

Navigating through the city streets, your mind wandered, replaying the events of the day. From the tense confrontation with your father to the unexpected proposition from Sukuna, and even the burnt orange chicken mishap—each memory added another layer to the burden you carried.

“Nice plan, self. Way to go and embarrass yourself,” you muttered wryly, a hint of self-deprecation in your tone.

Arriving at your penthouse apartment building, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. With a sense of relief washing over you, you parked your car at the underground parking and made your way to the elevator.

In the midst of this silent retreat, a message from an unwelcome sender flashed across your phone screen. Can’t this day get any more worse than last night? 

Fucker: heard our wedding’s in a week, baby ♡

“Oh my fucking god,” you irritatingly exclaimed, a surge of frustration and rising within you. 

With a swift motion, you deleted the message, unwilling to entertain Satoru’s attempts to provoke you. You blocked his number as means of reclaiming your peace of mind.

Entering the elevator, you jabbed impatiently at the button for your floor, eager to retreat to the sanctuary of your apartment. The doors slid shut, enveloping you in a cocoon of solitude as the elevator ascended. But as the elevator doors opened onto your floor, you were met with an unexpected sight—a figure clad in silk pajamas, leaning casually against the wall.

Your heart skipped a beat as you locked eyes with Sukuna, his presence sending a jolt of surprise coursing through you. A mixture of irritation and disbelief welled up within you as he quipped, “Oh, how interesting, can’t wait for our honeymoon, princess?" his voice laced with shock and sarcasm.

"Seriously?" you shot back, your tone dripping with exasperation. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?”

Dropping his shocked expression, he had his signature smirk back on his face with his casual demeanor only serving to frustrate you even more. “Honey, I live here,” he added with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pointed at a door, opposite of yours.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise at his unexpected revelation, momentarily catching you off guard. "Wait, what? You’re my neighbor?!” you exclaimed, a mixture of disbelief and incredulity coloring your voice.

Sukuna's grin widened into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watched your reaction. “You live here?” he taunted, his tone playful. "Didn't think you'd have your husband as a neighbor, did you?” Yep, he’s as shocked as you.

The absurdity of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Sukuna being not only your soon-to-be husband (it’s a ruse, okay?) but also your neighbor felt like a twist straight out of a convoluted drama. You struggled to wrap your head around the surreal irony, feeling like you were trapped in some alternate reality.

As you stepped out of the elevator, Sukuna pushed himself off the wall, his smirk never faltering, you couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration bubbling within you.

“Wouldn’t this make our ruse even more believable, princess?” He teased, “you can't deny the thrill of it all. The universe has a twisted sense of humor, doesn't it?”

"This is ridiculous," you muttered, shaking your head in disbelief. Sukuna’s not leaving you anytime, he’s there to stay in your mind. In your family. In your plan. In your fucking apartment building.

You gritted your teeth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his cocky demeanor. "I am not amused and this is not some kind of twisted joke," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest defensively and tone sharp with irritation and anticipation.

As Sukuna sauntered towards you with lazy confidence with a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine for the nth time today. "Oh, lighten up, princess," he teased, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "We're in this situation together, whether you like it or not.”

You know what situation this is. The next family head. The one-year ruse. The hidden feelings, desires, and attraction. Everything.

You recoiled at his touch, feeling a surge of defiance rising within you. "Speak for yourself," you retorted, stepping back to put some distance between you.

Though Sukuna's smirk faltered momentarily, it quickly returned, his demeanor unchanged. "Well, you’re still as feisty as ever,” he remarked, amusement lacing his tone. "I love it a lot,” he added with a wink.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his blatant flirtation, refusing to let him see how much his presence unnerved you. With a determined set to your jaw, you turned on your heel and headed towards your apartment, leaving Sukuna behind in the hallway.

As you closed the door behind you, you let out a shaky breath, feeling a mix of frustration and unease swirling inside you. The encounter with Sukuna had only served to heighten your sense of apprehension, leaving you more unsettled than ever.

Meanwhile, Sukuna chuckled to himself as he watched you retreat into your apartment. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on him, and he couldn't help but find amusement in the twists and turns fate had delivered. 

"Really funny how the universe works," he mused, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Yet, his amusement was short-lived as he felt a familiar sensation stirring within him, a primal urge that demanded attention.

"She'll be the death of me," he muttered under his breath, a wry smirk playing on his lips. Despite the gravity of the situation, a surge of desire coursed through him, igniting a primal need that demanded attention.

Suppressing the urge with practiced ease, Sukuna reached into the pockets of his silk pajamas and retrieved his phone. With a swift motion, he dialed a number, his voice laced with confidence and authority as he spoke into the receiver.

“Let Toji handle this one,” he instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. Turning away from the elevator, Sukuna made his way back into his apartment.

—

“What a cold bitch,” a man with striking white hair and undeniably beautiful blue eyes exclaimed as he closed his phone, his frustration palpable in the air around him.

Gojo Satoru was not one to take rejections or being ignored lightly. His charismatic demeanor masked a temper that could flare up with little warning, especially when his advances were rebuffed.

With a flicker of annoyance in his piercing blue eyes, he pocketed his phone and leaned against the wall, his mind already plotting of his next move. Satoru was not one to be ignored, and he was determined to ensure that you would meet him, whether you liked it or not. After all, he certainly wasn't about to let it slide without a response.

[oldpeculier]

Labs xeph gets a pale faced visitor. He isn't happy about it.

Against his better judgement, Xephos continues working, hoping that the thing will take a hint and go away. It doesn't, of course. It scrapes long fingernails over the Newton's cradle on his desk and clucks through long, jagged teeth.

“You're being very impolite,” the thing says.

Xephos does not dignify it with a reply. Not at first. He taps away at a well-worn MacBook keyboard until the long fingernails travel further, leaving cold ridges along the bumps of Xephos’ knuckles, and the resulting chill is so severe and abrupt that he finally looks up.

“I have nothing to say to you,” Xephos bites. Red eyes bore into him. “So you should probably leave.”

The thing manages to scowl despite the state of its teeth.

“You have locked Honeydew away from me.”

Xephos goggles. “Yeah, no shit."

“He is my friend. I want to see him.”

“Not on your life.” At this point, Xephos wishes he'd killed the damn clone the second that he got the infection report. But no. This is what he gets for listening to an idiot like Lalna about ‘potential for study’ and ‘not being too hasty now’. There is a small handgun in the top drawer of his desk, but the thing moves quickly and will be out of the room in two seconds flat. They've done this before. There's little point trying again.

“Honeydew is kinder than you,” the thing bites, tone acidic. “You recoil from me, but he would understand. You don't give him the choice. You keep him well controlled, Xephos, with your little memory machine. Perhaps that is why you are so eager to dispose of me.”

Xephos says nothing.

“You are cruel and not very clever,” it continues. “You resent Lalna's magic too. Stupid. Unscientific.”

“Are you just trying to piss me off?” Xephos sighs. “Is that why you come here? Surely you have better things to do.”

“I do not.” But the thing smiles then, and draws its dark cloak tightly around it, the travel cloak that was a Christmas gift three years ago. The first Christmas spent at the labs. “And - why not talk to my other self? It reminds me of how much worse it could be.”

“You're talking just to talk.” It's hard to keep the anger from breaking the surface, although Xephos feels that he does a good enough job. His fingers do twitch in the direction of the gun. “Fuck off. Get out of my office.”

The thing bows. “Fine. I will get to him, however.”

“Not on your life,” Xephos repeats; to his deep relief, all it takes is a sweep of the cape and it is gone, his bastard clone. Security will have to be upgraded again. Even as he thinks it, Xephos fears that extra measures will be futile. Whatever he comes up with, the clone will figure it out eventually.

Only then does Xephos notice that his phone light is blinking. Internal call. He picks up the receiver with a deep weariness.

“Everything okay down there?” It's Lalna, tinny through the line. “MD caught something odd on the cameras a couple of minutes ago, so we weren't sure -”

“It's fine,” Xephos bites back. “Just my usual visitor.”

“Oh. Again?”

“Yes. Again. He's a bit - fixated.”

“We could always go with the turrets. I know it's not ideal, but by god it would get the job done.”

“No, no.” Xephos is having visions of being shot to bits by Lalna's all-too-eager defense sentries. Obviously he would live, but he's avoiding unnecessary cloning, these days. “It'll get bored eventually.”

There's a pause. “I did have another idea,” Lalna hedges. “We could always seal it away. The hellgate is causing more problems than anything at the moment, so…?”

That's… not a bad shout, actually. Xephos says as much and ends the call, steepling his fingers as he leans back in his chair, deep in thought. Yes, lock the creature away. With any luck, he'll never have to see it again.

[calmlyerratic]

Encounters of the Future Sort

Flashback from Ch 14

wc: 620 | rating: t | cw: full moon aftermath

(a sweet wolfstar moment, no context needed — read the whole fic here on ao3 :)

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March 4th, 1976

The Shrieking Shack

"Moony?"

Sirius' voice was soft and out of place amidst this absolute horror of a cage—a sentiment much too kind for its broken floorboards and peeling wallpaper.

Remus opened his eyes. He remembered dragging himself to the bed in the corner, eternally grateful for the cushioning charm on the dingy, old mattress.

The sun was peeking through a dark curtain, light spilling into the far end of the room where Sirius stood in the doorway. He looked worried.

"What—" Remus winced as he sat up, far too quickly. He scrunched his eyes shut from the pain that shot up his left arm. "What happened?"

Sirius billowed a white sheet that Madam Pomfrey had left neatly folded on a chair, the scent of fresh, clean cotton filling the dusty air. He softly draped it around Remus' shoulders, then swiftly and gently took his hand.

"I think your wrist is displaced." Sirius murmured, asessing the damage. "Episkey should work, unless you want to wait for Madam Pomfrey?"

She would just insist he spend the night in the hospital wing. Remus would much rather spare her the fuss.

"No...go ahead."

"Okay," Sirius gingerly moved to sit beside him on the bed, breathing in. "Ready?"

Remus nodded, closing his eyes.

Sirius flicked his wand and Remus gasped as the bones fell back into place, feeling sharp pain followed by instant relief.

"Beautiful," Sirius murmured, gently rotating his mended wrist.

Sirius was beautiful, Remus thought, exhausted from the night and comforted by the care and attention. He silently admired a little pale scar above Sirius' eyebrow and the ridge of his upper lip.

"What happened?" Remus asked tiredly.

Sirius slowly bent each of Remus' fingers, checking his work.

"We pissed off a hippogriff."

"Oh," Remus breathed out. "Prongs and Wormtail—?"

"Prongs hurt his ankle...Wormtail helped him up to the castle."

Remus swallowed. "Did I—?"

"It wasn't your fault." Sirius squeezed Remus' hand, yawning. "Apparently hippogriffs and stags don't get on...much too thickheaded."

Remus cracked a smile, despite himself. "Thought I was the scariest thing in those woods..."

"Well," Sirius knit his eyebrows. "It was more like a herd of hippogriffs."

"What d'you mean?" Remus asked slowly.

"I just thought it might be fun to take a different route back from the forest—"

Remus leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes in frustration.

"Don't tell me it was the paddock near Hagrid's hut."

"All right, I won't—"

Remus' heart jumpstarted.

"Sirius! What if he'd been outside! What if I'd caught his scent! What if I had—"

"But you didn't." Sirius said quietly.

"It's not like becoming Padfoot, Sirius—you know I can't control it—"

"But you can, and you do. I've seen it." Sirius insisted firmly.

"It's not worth the risk!"

"Being in control would mean less risk," Sirius pointed out, tracing the divot of Remus's wrist with his thumb. "I trust you, Moony."

Remus felt a shiver run up his arm at the touch. His anger melted away as he realized he was close enough to count Sirius' eyelashes.

"And I believe in you." Sirius whispered, meeting his eyes, slowly leaning towards him.

The rest happened in a blur.

Before he could think, Remus closed the small gap between them and their lips met with tranquilizing warmth, noses brushing. Remus forgot how to breathe.

The floorboards creaked and a door below groaned open.

Sirius pulled back, smiling. A wonderful, earth-shattering, irresistible smile. Then he reached under the bed for the invisibility cloak and quietly concealed himself.

Remus felt dazed and exposed, drawing the cotton sheet tightly, wishing he too could disappear.

Before Madam Pomfrey came in, he heard Sirius whisper,

"I'm glad you're okay, Moony."

[asherscoffin]

[This is @cloak-and-dagg3r I just have to use my main blog]

Feel free to ramble on about Misha whoever you’d like but one question I have in particular is if he ever meets any companions after going into hiding or what kinda happens after that??

He’s a very interesting guy I do have to say

Thanks for the ask, Ash!! (Hehe we have the same name)

Despite having been working on Misha's story/character for about 5 years i have yet to get deep enough to start writing in other characters and companions for Misha- A lot of my inspiration comes from my friends and creating aus with them...so even though he doesn't have any companions in his main story, i have like, a billion aus where he does have a companion! Most of them are romantic, i really enjoy shipping ocs together lol. It's pretty fun and there's lots of chemistry that we can experiment with! It could be tragic, passionate and sweet, or something of dark desires... >:)

I do have some favorite aus though!

The Lockwood Farm AU, after Misha settles into hiding in Texas, he meets a man named Lupin who owns a family farm that appears to act as a rehabilitation center. When secretly, it's a cannibalistic cult that is tied to a dark, demonic power that controls it from deep within. Lupin draws Misha in and convinces him to join, which wasn't difficult given Misha isn't a stranger to cannibalism and is generally mentally dark, already classified insane. He was all around deeply willing. An unstable, passionate, and obsessive type of love sprouts between Misha and Lupin. They are a bloodlusty force to be reckoned with. Misha would come to join activities of the cult. Hunting "sheep" within the night while running alongside "wolves", and then feasting upon said sheep in a celebratory dinner. These sheep being victims, and the wolves being members of the cult. He can feel a new electrifying energy coursing through him, he's now more dangerous than before.

( @oddogoblino is the other side of the brain for this au, Lupin also belongs to him! The entire Lockwood Family Farm concept belongs to him! Our stories simply came together ^^)

Yet to be named AU(it's very new), Misha, after going into hiding is eventually found by the Russian Mafia and is captured. They plan on torturing him and killing him much like they did his father. He is beaten and tortured relentlessly yet never ceases to laugh in the face of death with bloodstained teeth. Hysterical laughter despite being broken, bloodied and bound. He peaks the interest of one of the many members of the mafia, Kolya. A gentleman with a hatred for Misha, but something about his bloodied smile and manic laughter makes his heart pound. Not only with anger, but with a warm excitement. Misha tended to tease Kolya sexually, coaxing out repressed homosexual feelings that he was ashamed of. Misha had expected to piss Kolya off before he was inevitably killed, but the results were unexpected, but worth settling for... Kolya had fallen in love with this madman he was meant to kill, and between them they aspired an escape. Kolya and Misha had formed a bond, and thus Kolya faked Misha's death and placed him back into hiding, with him. Inserting a poison in Misha that he could, at any time, set off if Misha chose to betray him and escape.

( Kolya belongs to my friend @whimster! It was very fun writing this au together and honestly i'm thinking about making it canon to Misha's story! :D So if you're curious about what happens after he goes into hiding, this may be it! I also want to eventually do a segment where he is institutionalized but gets broken out... )

Tysm again for the ask, i had fun replying and info dumping about some aus and Misha's relationships,,,,

[itskeej]

draw the vampire squad I need to see them noW

(fun fact I'm that one anon that asked for ur OC lore cuz I don't have toyhouse lmao I still don't)

well. there they are. some info that i do got about each under the cut:

Victor

The eldest physically, but the youngest vampire.

Ex-priest. He's perpetually pissed off at Luciano for turning him, as he can no longer step foot inside of a church without it hurting him gravely.

Very bitter about the fact his soul was (probably) saved yet he still exists like this. The entire vampire bit is a struggle for him, to put it mildly...

He has totally prayed before a meal of blood only to accidentally bless it, essentially poisoning himself. He has never done it again since.

He is also the reason Luciano has his cross-shaped scar on his forehead! The first time they met, Victor freaked out and smacked him in the forehead with it. It was night time, dark, and his glowing eyes scared the shit out of Victor. It was the first thing he thought of—

Often tries to avoid hunting until the last possible second, right before his hunger-induced bloodlust kicks in. He hates being a vampire that deeply, so he puts it off as much as he can.

Somehow, he's the strongest vampire of the bunch, much to Jacyn's dismay. It feels like Victor has wasted potential. While the others get moody and a little more violent when starved, Victor turns into a whole other man entirely. You'd think that'd be enough convincing for him to keep himself fed on time, but apparently not...

Jacyn

The eldest vampire. He's been around the longest. It shows in his skin with how sickly it appears. Luciano likes to bug him about it.

Definitely let himself get turned thinking immortality would solve some problems of his (it did not). What problems? I've yet to work that one out.

Very much wants power. He's sort of "asserted" himself as the head of their dysfunctional house, it sporting his last name. None of them really care, so it wasn't much of a fight.

Believes humans to be beneath immortal beings. Their mortality places them a step below someone like him. This was not the belief he held before wanting to turn, though.

Much more violent than the other three solely due to not being afraid of getting his hands dirty. He likes to play to his natural strengths, and blood-drinkers... well, they have inhuman levels of natural strength.

Luciano

Second youngest vampire.

As probably very evident by now, he's quite the pest. He's always poking his nose into other people's business or making playful (or what he believes to be playful, at least) jabs at the others. He's quite fond of Victor, while Victor... it's complicated. He hates him, but he feels like he needs to get used to him being around.

Vain... his appearance physically is one of the most important things to him. Dirty his clothes and he'll kill you. Maybe even literally, depending on the garment. Arguably his biggest downfall—he's cried to Hellena about a torn cloak before, to paint a better picture.

Very care-free attitude. He's often out mingling with the night-life of their town.

He views humans like fodder, often referring to them as such and treating them the same way a human would speak about animals.

Drank the blood of someone on drugs once... never again. Not because he'd mind doing it again, but because none of the house knew how to handle a high vampire.

Hellena

Second eldest vampire and second eldest physically.

The easiest tolerated by Victor. The two of them will sometimes sit and talk.

LITERALLY THE MOST SANE IN THIS GODFORSAKEN HOUSE. Between Victor's constant self-loathing, Jacyn's desire for violence, and Luciano... being Luciano, she's so incredibly normal about things.

Drinks her blood though fancy cups! Instead of feeding all at once, she spaces it out. She just prefers it that way, hehe.

She's not sure what she's going to do with her eternity... it's depressing to her, the time she has set out before her. So, quietly, she's trying to find a sense of purpose, a personal journey that's been going on for many, many years.

Sometimes she feels like she's parenting the rest of them. It's exhausting... but, admittedly, humerous. If anything else, she's content to make sure the other three don't somehow manage to kill themselves.

Despite her appearance, she's not that worried about things like ruining her clothes. Possessions and the like are easily replaced and fixed.

Smokes cigarettes. Her lungs don't suffer. She used to as a human and that habit carried over.

As you can see, Victor is definitely the most fleshed out so far LMAO, he's the first one I made and the first I've done rp with among friends, so I've got more knowledge about him. u_u

The others, I'll have more detailed info for in time! >:)

[tinytiger]

The Hobbit- A Kili x F!Reader Fanfic

Masterlist

Down Down in Goblin Town

During their journey, the company faces a thunderstorm, and Y/n slips off a ledge, causing tension. They are captured by goblins and taken to Goblin Town. Y/n's sassy remarks draw the Goblin King's attention. Gandalf helps them escape, and a humorous twist ensues when the Goblin King falls, leaving Y/n laughing and catching Kili's attention.

Tw- being tied up, violence, mentions of thunder.

At Midnight, the company left the comfort of Rivendale and headed up the mountain path. There weren’t even 20 minutes into the journey, when the loud clash of thunder echoed through the valley. Y/n jumped and turned to Bilbo who was behind her. Bilbo could see the fear in her eyes. She hates thunderstorms.

“You will be fine!” he shouted so she could hear him over the constant smashing. Y/n nodded and kept walking in front of her. The rain fell harder, feeling like bullets hitting the pale girl’s skin. She was freezing and her hood kept falling down from her head thanks to the wind howling like wolves.

“We need to rest!” Dwalin shouted. Thorin heard and turned around. The company were all cold and getting grumpy. He opened his mouth when Kili shouted to move.

He pushed Bilbo so that he wouldn’t get crushed by a falling boulder, but that meant he would hit Y/n who lost her footing and fell off the small ledge they were walking on.

“Bilbo!” She screamed as she grabbed onto the ledge.

Bilbo froze; he hadn’t heard her scream like that since she was very little and she couldn’t find him. When she had been petrified. She was crying, tears running down her face. He threw himself at the ground and grabbed onto her hand.

He pulled with all of his might, but she didn’t budge.

He was pushed out of the way. Y/n screamed as she let go, quickly grabbing back onto the ledge. Thorin and Kili grabbed an arm each and heaved her up. When her waist was over the ledge she swung a leg over the ledge and fell into Kili’s chest.

Kili wrapped his arms around her shaking body and kissed her forehead. He ran his hand through her hair and tried to calm her down. Tears were still falling down her face. Thorin stood up and stormed towards Bilbo.

“How useless can you be, Hobbit?” Thorin shouted. He was livid; he nearly lost the closest thing he had to the only woman he had ever loved. The person in charge of her couldn’t save her.

“You’re her ‘dad,’ right? Right!” he continued.

“I—“ Bilbo stuttered.

“She is the closest thing I have to her mother! And I’m not going to lose her just because you are incompetent!” Thorin finished.

“Thorin!” He spun around to see Y/n standing up, her fists balled and her face was red from crying and anger.

“Don’t call him incompetent. He was scared and isn’t as strong as you. So grow up!” Y/n defended Bilbo; she was pissed, cold, and annoyed.

She turned around and stormed up the path until she came across a cave. She went into it and was soon followed by the group who were quiet. She took her cloak off and threw it on the floor, not caring that it was soaking.

She sat on it trying to get comfy; Kili walked over and placed his next to her.

“You alright?” he asked, reaching out for her shoulder.

Nothing.

Y/n closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but the crashing of the thunder was louder in the cave than outside.

Kili pulled her towards him; his chest touched her back. His warmth spread through her small body. Y/n stuck her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his strong arms.

A clash of thunder echoed through the cave making Y/n squeak and burying her head into Kili’s chest even more. He chuckled and kissed the top of her head. The two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

They both were awoken by the sudden shouts of the dwarves as they fell into a large basket. Goblins grabbed and pulled at the dwarves and Y/n. One, unlucky, poked Y/n in the chest and received a punch in the face. After fighting with their hands the Goblins managed to cuff the group in a long line like cattle and pushed them down a winding path singing a horrible song:

Clap, snap, the black crack

Grip, grab, pinch, and nab

Batter and beat

Make ‘em stammer and squeak!

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

With a swish and smack

And a whip and a crack

Everybody talks when they’re on my rack

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

Hammer and tongs, get out your knockers and gongs

You won't last long on the end of my prongs

Clash, crash, crush and smish

Bang, break, shiver and shake

You can yammer and yelp

But there ain't no help

Pound pound, far underground

Down, down, down in Goblin Town

The ropes at Y/n’s wrists were tearing at them making the flesh go red at the friction. Kili was in front of her and kept looking back at her to make sure she was okay. After 20 minutes of pushing, pulling, and jeering at the gang, they arrived in front of an ugly goblin with a massive hanging chin.

As he sang the same song that they were singing, Y/n felt a headache coming. Will this guy shut up? Well, if what something done, better do it yourself. As the goblin king finished holding the note for way too long, Y/n opened her mouth and shouted.

“Will you shut up!”

Everyone fell quiet, even the jeering goblins.

The King looked down and asked a goblin to bring the one who said that up. The goblin who was in charge of Y/n pushed her to the front, where she was pushed to her knees.

“Oh, look at this. Some elf brat decided to stand up for herself!” As the king spoke, the scent was awful and nearly made her throw up.

“You’re singing sounds like a warg being drowned.” Y/n replied calmly.

“You are insane to speak to a king like that!” The goblin cried out.

“Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.” Y/n sassed back.

The Goblin king had had enough of her. He slammed his foot onto a wooden plank which made Y/n shoot back into Kili’s legs. He brought her to her feet and whispered in her ears.

“I like it when you’re sassy, but you dying isn’t on the agenda today.”

Y/n smiled at him and looked back at the Goblin king who was now getting his minions to give him the weapons.

“Who is so brave to walk in armed to my kingdom?” he asked, sitting back on his throne. It creaked and was accompanied with the screeching of Goblins that were being squished as he sat down.

“Spies, Thieves, assassins!” he cried out as the dwarves looked at him with pure revolted

The Goblin that stood at the front of the Dwarves turned and spat.

“Dwarves, you griminess”

“Dwarves?” asked the Goblin King

“Found em’ sheltering in the front porch” A Goblin cheered as to get the kings attention.

The King sighed, disappointed in his kin. As he stood up, to look at the goblin at the front again. As he got closer the stench grew worse. It smelt of rotting fruit and old meat.

“Well don’t just stand there. Search them!” he commanded. Instantly the Goblins were grabbing at the company. One took the earpiece Oin used to hear and smashed it on the ground. From Nori, a giant bag was taken from him and inside were, cutlery, plates, and candlesticks obviously from Rivendale.

Y/n glared at him, while he looked sheepishly away from her. The Goblin king picked up a candlestick turning it over and read.

“Made in Rivendale. Oh, the second age.” Then he threw it over his shoulder and down into the depths of Goblin town.

The Goblins were still grabbing and shoving at the dwarves while they were being questioned by the king. Thorin went to answer, but Oin stood forward to protect his King.

“You gonna have to speak up Lad, your boys flattened my trumpet?”

The Goblin raised his staff to strike the old dwarf.

“If it’s information you want you better talk to me.” Bofur got the attention of the king

“Go on. I want the truth, warts and all” The king stepped back arms crossed

“Well. We were on the road; it wasn’t actually a road but more of a path. Anyway, we were on this path thing and then we weren’t which is a problem because we were supposed to be in Dunland by last Tuesday.” Bofur babbled to by time

“Visiting distant relatives.” Gloin butted in

“Some inbreds on my mother side.” Bofur was making up some crazy stuff now,

“Shut up!” The goblin king shouted as he clearly got annoyed. The goblins all quivered and shrank down

“If they won’t talk, they will squawk! Bring up the bone cleaver, bring up the head smasher.” The goblins cheered as their leader made commanded

“Start with the youngest.” He pointed at Ori.

“Wait!” a deep voice echoed, walking through the crowd of dwarves.

Thorin stepped forwards

The goblin king froze and a smirk crawled onto his ugly face.

“Thorin Oakenshield, King under the mountain.” He said walking around his arms in the air then he looked at Thorin with a smile.

“Only you don’t have a mountain anymore.”

The uproar from dwarves and Y/n nearly battled the noise that the Goblins around them. They had had enough of being pushed around like toys.

Suddenly, a giant white flash blinded all of the goblins and knocked them all to the floor.

Gandalf stood on a to the right of the Goblin king and looked directly at the group.

“Run you fools.”

And by God did they run, Y/n was in the middle shooting the goblins running towards the group.

Often she would yell at the guy in front of her to duck as she fired an arrow. They finally made it to the end of the track, they all paused. Y/n ran into the hard back of Thorin as he froze. The Goblin had somehow managed follow them stop their escape.

Gandalf stood up and looked up at the king, with a face of pure disgust.

“What you gonna do now, Wizard?” The Goblin jeered at the wizard

Gandalf, very sassily (which Y/n was quite proud of), sliced the stabbed the stomach of the gross king and Y/n smirked.

“That all do”

Quickly, Y/n lunged forward, grabbing a dagger from Fili’s back pockets, and sliced the singular rope that was keeping them upright.

All 14 fell into the depths of the caves. Y/n skidded down the side of the cliff, her boots scraping across the rock and landed on the ledge. She stood up and began battering herself down checking if she was hurt.

“Well, that could have been worse.” Bofur said

Right before the goblin king fell onto the wooden pile. A groan echoed through the cave walls.

Y/n burst out into a loud laugh and laughed so hard she had to put her hands on her knees.

Completely, unaware of the gaze of a brown-eyed dwarf.

[monosminecraftmania]

Color!au [hermitcraft fantasy au]

so i got two notes on the previous post so here i go talking about this

(yes this is going out like a month late but shh i had stuff ;a;)

here's a full roster of everyone and everything. Hopefully this will turn into motivation for me to write but yeah. until then here have this

again, if anyone is interested in seeing close ups/detailed drawings of anyone just send me an ask and i will gladly draw them. pls im desperate

if we get 3 notes i'll. share pictures of the kingdoms.

(long long post. read at your own risk >:3)

Going Alphabetically

Bdubs - Astronomer of Flax - Lives at the top of the castle - Comically small. No don't ask it's a sore subject - Made himself a glittering cloak of "stardust"

Beef - Resident of Varie - Lives on the outskirts of the kingdom - Travels only for paints or supplies - Good friend of Etho's

Bigb - Cerule resident - Has a cloud frog as a familiar - All it does is make his shoulder slightly moist - Runs a cookie shop

Cleo - Naga, Resident of Uaine - Graveyard guardian - Made herself arms of enchanted scraps the dead leave behind - Her human disguise is a gigantic ballroom dress.

Cub - Dungeon engineer of Mauve - Will never share the recipe for totems of undying - Creates labyrinths and puzzle rooms with a small chance of death - Sources most materials from Scar

Doc - Cursed Archeologist of Uaine - Pissed off a moss spirit so now his skin's green - Can't breathe good - Cut off his own arm and made a new magic one

Etho - Crown Prince of Varie - Half fox, but vertically - Has a heavy limp so people speculate he carries old battle wounds - Very bad at hiding the fox bits.

False - Royal Knight of Amara - Gilded Eagle Hybrid. Eagle wings and colors but the feathers appear to be shimmering like metal - Kingdom is usually very calm so she spends most of her time hanging out with Stress and fishing - Kicks ass when she has to.

Fwhip - Fisher in Ochre - Gem's business partner and the less violent one of the two - Deals more in accounting than actual fish - Fixes boats on the side

Gem - Fishwife in Ochre - Not actually married. Married to THE GRIND. - Runs a fishing boat and market by the widest bend of the river - Can and will use this trident.

Grian - Geologist in Claret - That's some funny lookin floating rocks - Owns a mansion that's shared with several other people of science - Named one of the rocks Brian. Pronounced like Grian.

Hypno - Beekeeper in Flax - Has a little bee farm that he sells honey and candles out of - Has a little magic and mostly uses it to make his flowers bloom - Honestly just happy to be here :3

Impulse - Service Demon in Flax - Resident fiekind (trickster demon). Does favors for gold or food - Invented the farming plow for a request once - Will absolutely abuse vague requests and play as many tricks as possible

Iskall - Magic Blacksmith of Uaine - Makes magic weapons of all kinds, mostly swords - Has golems to help him with his work, mostly just handling hot metal - Charisma + 20. He will flirt with anything that breathes.

Jevin - Slime Amalgam - Hides in the topmost tower of Azure's castle. - Stole pieces of gargoyles to camouflage and has been collecting feathers for wings - Just a silly little guy, living his best life.

Jimmy - Whistler - Guardian of the Wishing Cave - A great guy until you realize he's evangelizing for a cult - Hasn't touched grass in years

Joe - Magic researcher in Viridian - Puts random mushrooms in his mouth - Purely curious and gets a pass from most forest spirits - Looking into the forces of death to write a funny book

Joel - Strength Bryd (forest spirit) in Uaine - In the common tongue it's pronounced Ogre - Covered in tattoos that may or may not be his past victims - Fell in love with a fish. How did it end up like this.

Jono - Local Bard of Amara - Half Dog musician who's found a nice spot in Amara to settle down - Shirts are for losers - Can beatbox amazingly well with sharp teeth.

Keralis - Holy Water Spirit - Currently napping in the big ball chained to the temple roof - Granted Xb his wish to safely walk on land - Kind to a fault

Lizzie - Resident of Amara - Half fish hybrid - Washed up in the marshes of Uaine after a storm once and rescued by a handsome ogre. - Has an army of cod.

Martyn - Servant of Claret - A Watcher - Ren's shadow - Really needs a hug

Mumbo - Wizard of Claret - Subject of all of the bad luck - Collects scriptures and studies the magic of his kingdom - Also hosts a great magic show for kids

Pearl - Royal Architect/Librarian of Azure - Started as a stable girl who threw a tomato at the design for the royal library. And instead of being arrested, she was hired to redesign it. - In charge of the upside down library - Her dragon is named Bikkie.

Ren - Crown Prince of Claret - Half dog and proud of it. - Twins with Jono who moved away to the neighboring kingdom - Curious to a fault

Sausage - Mauve Resident - Construction worker for the many dungeons and attractions - Works well with wood in the morning - Way too enthusiastic

Scar - Travelling Merchant - Sells all the wares! Even wares that don't exist! - Yes the cane is magic - Makes an annual trip across the country to Mauve

Scott - Azure Merchant - Collects fashion articles from all over the country - Runs a ferry business on the side - Might know something.

Skizz - Resident of Cerule - Chosen by a phim and gifted a pair of angel wings and a halo - Encourages body positivity! Because love yourself you jerks - Trusts blindly and with open arms.

Stress - Goat/Beast hybrid in Amara - Retractable fluff for an instant winter coat! - The hooves are more like paws, but she's got incredible balance - Runs a tea shop with odd but tasty blends.

Tango - Fire spirit - Holy spirit of fire who's honestly just confused why he's so popular - Kidnapped by Scar and escaped to Gem all within a week - Hides in Gem's fireplace

TFC - Blacksmith of Varie - Specializes in actual tools, not weapons - Has a side business of stone sculptures. Buy one get two small ones free - Has a familiar, but no one knows what it is

Wels - MC - Surname revoked. Formal title "Wels, Knight of the Realm" - Banished from his home and travelling to a faraway land - His horse is named Worse, but pronounced like 'horse'

XB - Resident of Azure - Book collector and moved out of Amara to pursue his love of books - Got a blessing from a water spirit so he doesn't suffocate - Learned flight magic and swims through the air

Xisuma - Vagabond - Originally from Mauve. Travels the lands at every opportunity - No one has ever seen his face - Incredibly helpful travel guide

Zedaph - Royal Engineer/Alchemist of Mauve - May have invented cocaine. And gunpowder - Designs elaborate gauntlets for the bold to test their strength - Decided two extra arms were a good idea

[idlebeks]

Unfinished and Works in Progress Fic Recs

These are the unfinished fics that haunt my brain, sometimes years after their last updates. The fics that I cannot bear to remove from my subscription list just in case they get another update. Some are still active, some are abandoned, all of them have something special that struck my imagination and made them unforgettable. I’ve excluded unfinished series from this list. They may get their own list later. 

Mix of gen and slash, a range of ratings. As always, read at your own risk and don’t forget to leave some love for the authors.

SVSSS

A Cloak of Feathers by Asymptotical

Having a mythology halo was a little ominous, but at least it got the System off his back. Shen Qingqiu was way less annoyed about that than he was about transmigrating into a human in a world where swans didn't even exist.

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

I dropped my head it was just around here somewhere, has anyone seen it by Cernunun

Shang Qinghua goes through the pages with renewed vigor, paying special attention to the margins and the details. Now that he’s looking for it, he can see the little transcriptions everywhere, running alongside the lines of an ink drawing or around the perimeter of a talisman, or in the corner under a section on growth rates of chi-stealing willows. The English scripts ruthlessly spoil or mock his book in turn.

Not only is it a cultivator’s field guide, it’s a tourist’s guide. Someone is touring the world he’s made.

Shen Yuan leaves his spoilers lying around. This becomes Shang Qinghua's problem, and what kind of bro would he be if he didn't make it Shen Yuan's problem too?

The Perils of LIVE Editing! (ft. BinggYuan!!!) by seol_xiv

In which Shen Yuan flounces around the PIDW timeline in different roles and makes a mess of everything. He likes to think he helped make some things better, but he’s pretty sure he made things worse too.

Apparently, constantly leaving behind a protagonist that has major abandonment issues was a bad thing.

…Huh, who knew?

The Untamed/MDZS

Melody of the Lost and Found by esama

Lan Xichen and Wei Wuxian set out to change the past and undo the many losses they'd suffered.

Cultivating Empathy by Rahar_Moonfire

Cloud Recesses is burning. Flames devour buildings and people without care. Lans are dying. He can feel them. He can feel their fear, their despair, their pain as they are struck down again and again and he curses his Empathy. He can't feel them when they change. Clutching the qiankun bags of Lan Clan relics, Lan Xichen fled on his sword. He meant to follow the shoreline to Qinghe and spread the word of the Wen Clan's assault. But in his spiritual and mental exhaustion, he overshot his goal and fell instead into a forest when a snow white creature with eyes the clearest blue found him. Chose him.

not a fair choice by Prince_Enby

"There are characters burned onto her wrist, red and raw but, thankfully, not bleeding. His sister stared at it with empty eyes. Jiang Cheng thought back to the cliff, and the sheer amount of blood that trailed down Wei Wuxian's arm - far too much to have come from Lan Wangji alone, and yet, he didn't think Wei Wuxian had truly been hit by a single cultivator.

The characters looked painful to the touch, just as painful as the red line that traces his sister's throat, miraculously healed shut."

Jiang Yanli lives, at the cost of Wei Wuxian's life. Everyone has more than a few thoughts about that.

see you yesterday by glyphic

On Halloween night, an exiled demonic cultivator and a Lan disciple get stuck in a time-loop, find each other, and try to figure it all out.

The Mire of the Lotus by hypermoyashi

Amidst the dark soil and stark bone of the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian died.

He died and left a war behind that none other than the Elder of Yiling could possibly hope to tip the scales enough to allow the heroes to shoot down the sun, but when thrown a loop, fate will find a way. The Wens were destined to fall, and an Elder of Yiling was destined to rise. For this story, it was Jiang Yanli who took up the mantle.

Twin Treasures by crossdressingdeath

When Madame Jin happens to come across Cangse Sanren's orphaned son on a trip to Yiling, she can't bring herself to leave him there. Wei Wuxian finds a somewhat different family. Jin Zixuan finds a little brother. The course of history changes accordingly.

(Some things are written in fate, but even fate itself changes.)

Son of a Soldier Man by FireAwayy

He always thought he would be dead when the world ended.

After all, isn’t the sun just one giant explosion? A time bomb waiting to blow, taking the solar system and all life as they know it with them. That was a terrifying thought. But when the clock was counting down from 8 billion years—well, you’d have to forgive his hubris in thinking the end of the world would have nothing to do with him...

---

Or the fic where the world is invaded by aliens, and it's somehow up to a surly paramedic, his vegan partner, an obnoxious scientist, and a group of heavily armed special forces soldiers to save it. Between running for their lives, making terrible sci-fi jokes, and flirting at wildly inappropriate times, they'll face their fears and improbably, might just fall in love.

Oh, they might save the world, too.

Growing from Mud by Aly_H

When he was young Xue Yang lived on the streets. Mostly by himself until a boy named Wei Wuxian decided to be his older brother out of nowhere. Because of him he's got a wonderful big sister who he'd do anything for and two annoying elder brothers he can't decide if he wants to murder or not.

Or the AU where Xue Yang grows up at Lotus Pier and has a family that cares.

Word of Honor

A match made in hell by Madcap_Miss

Several decades after the Liulija was shattered and its keeper murdered, Wen Kexing returns to the mortal realm to finally unleash his bloody revenge. He's barely set foot over the border before he meets an immortal who seems bizarrely unconcerned by this.

Plain Sight by jaemyun

Upon the news that a new Valley Master had ascended the throne, the jianghu was struck with fear. Fear that tenuous peace would end. Fear of another war that would deal them more casualties. In what the men of the jianghu would never admit was desperation, they sent peace offerings. Wine, food, fabrics...women. There is no war. No praise or rebuke, but the offerings continue.

Zhou Zishu cannot fathom why he can't get the attention of the Valley Master, whether it be for information gathering or assassination. He makes a pretty woman, after all, the newest 'offering' added to this donated harem of his.

He has a lot more luck when the Valley Master brings a few of the harem women with him to the Heroes Conference, of all things. Especially when he finds something of a platonic zhiji in the sharp Zhou Xu and begins to trust her with his thoughts.

He definitely has more luck when Wen Kexing proposes he pose as a man to infiltrate the Conference - although to be quite frank, the Valley Master acts...oddly, once he shows his true self.

911

Come Away, O Human Child by JustABunchOfHocusPocus

Evan Buckley is 18 when he learns about an older brother he never knew, and the lengths to which his parents went to try and save him. What they were willing to risk. What they were willing to trade. He's 18 when he learns that he he only has twelve years left before the deal his parents made to try and save his brother--the deal that cursed him, the deal that didn't even work--comes to its conclusion, and the magic that has always flowed through him so much more strongly than it should is drained by the Fae that his parents sought out.

Evan Buckley is 18 when he learns that in twelve years he is going to die.

Now, he has only two goals: do some good with the time he has left, and minimize the damage his death will do to the people he cares about. He thinks he's doing an okay job--until Eddie Diaz joins the 118. Buck knows the walls he's put up aren't the strongest, but he wasn't counting on a werewolf and his adorable son to just blow them to smithereens. But it doesn't matter how he feels about Eddie. The Changeling Child curse is impossible to break.

Isn't it?

DMBJ

Faithful in the Bone by fox_of_nine_tales

The fox had been with him almost as long as Zhang Qiling remembered.

What he no longer remembered was that the fox had been there much longer than that.

the whispers of spirits by Cross_d_a

Li Cu's already been kidnapped and dragged off on an adventure once. He'd rather not do it a second time.

Of course, things never turn out his way. --

Or, Li Cu accidentally sets up Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling with Liu Sang, gets shot twice, gets buddy-buddy with his parasitic snake spirit, kisses a pretty boy, adopts a little sister, and speaks with ghosts-- not necessarily in that order.

The Scum Tomb-Raider's Self-Saving System by fox_of_nine_tales 

[System loading]

[System loading]

[System loading]

[Transmigration successful. Welcome to the System! Your stated objective: “I could write a better story than this in my sleep!” Congratulations on this opportunity! You are starting with 100 B-points. Please complete scenarios to earn more points and unlock achievements!]  

It’s bad enough being transmigrated to the world of “Tales of the Tomb Explorers”, the pit-digging protagonist-halo-wearing webnovel he loves to hate. Even worse, Liu Sang isn’t even the hero! Stuck in the body of a bit-part villain, he has to earn points, fill in plot holes, and – what was the other thing? Oh yes: avert his character’s inevitable demise.

(A DMBJ/SVSSS mashup)

Everlasting Light by Alxina, xantissa

It's been almost five years since Xiaoge went behind the Gate, and Wu Xie hasn't been the same since. In his single-minded pursuit of the Wang family, Wu Xie was willing to give up everything that had mattered, uncaring of the costs.

And he swore he'd make it better. For Xiaoge, for everyone.

But meeting a freezing, half-dead stranger in the mountains might change everything.

The Witcher

Oh, So One of Those Djinny Djinn Djinns? Like a Genie? by BurningMattress

Jaskier is a genie that has been “freed” from his “bottle” which is bits and pieces of his lute. He isn’t truly free but enough to not actually care about being a genie. He's been traveling the world doing whatever. Upon meeting Geralt, he pretends to be a normal bard as he does with everyone but every now and then when Geralt wants something it just seems to be easier to get it. Sometimes when it’s a close call with a monster, any healing supplies are always nearby, sometimes they always have the right amount of coin, sometimes Jaskier just knows exactly what is needed for any given situation

Sometimes Jaskier and Geralt split paths and Geralt notices how his luck seems to better when his little strange bard is around.

The Crooked, The Cradle by RoyalRampionEngineer

_“Hello my daughter,” Pavetta whispers. She smooths a hand over her daughter’s ashen blonde hair, so much like her own. Pavetta idly wonders if she will inherit her own striking green eyes, or the steady dark brown of her father, Duny.

As if fated by Destiny itself, the babe blinks her eyes open. Her big, beautiful, bright cornflower blue eyes. Distantly, Pavetta hears the bard in the corner reaching the end of his song, the strings of the lute building into a resounding crescendo. She has a sudden flash of memory, of those strong lutist fingers pressed against her bare spine, playing a different kind of song._

Ah fuck, Pavetta thinks, more than a little hysterically. Ah, fuck.

…

Or, a Witcher AU where Jaskier is Ciri’s biological father.

Stranger Things

The great pretenders by theraincanttouchus

Heather bullies Billy into letting her become his beard.

Somehow this ends in both of them becoming better (and more traumatized) people.

Time in a Bottle by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

"Someone’s gone and moved into the old trailer that used to belong to Chief Hopper. It raises a few eyebrows, not the least because Jim Hopper only just passed away, merely a month ago, and no one had seen any ‘for sale’ signs."

Socially awkward Steve Hopper has just moved into the trailer park, and Eddie Munson just wants to get to know his weird little neighbor.

Not Me

**Openly Grey by Sweet_William **

When they were kids, White was taken away from Black. Years passed, their broken connection gnawing at him every day, and finding his brother again was always there in the back of his mind. When he realised the life his father had planned for him could never include him seeing his brother again, he made a choice.

He would always choose Black.

[pjunicornart]

Studio Tobey

It's been a long while since I've done ANYTHING related to Wordgirl... I might get back into doing Wordgirl stuff soon. But for now, another one of Rosey's scouts.

Bio: Studio is another scout/son of Rosey's. Like his brother Candy, he was originally planned to have an AU of his own, but it was scrapped. So now, Studio helps scout out information from across the multiverses. He's the only one that takes the job a little too seriously.

Basic Info Nicknames: Glitchy, Chocolate (by Candy only), Splatter, Dio Age: 18 Height: 5'7" Gender Identity: Demiboy (he/they) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Medical Issues: Severe Nearsightedness, Anxiety, Depression, Sensitive Skin Can't Leave the House Without: Deplorable robots, Phone, Forearm covers, Earbuds

Relationships Rosey - Mother, decent leaning good Bubblegum - Sibling, sometimes annoyed, but overall good Cupcake - Sibling, neutral Candy - Sibling, very good sibling energy Rainbow - Sibling, neutral Pajama - Sibling, likes borrowing books from her

Powers Glitchy Surroundings - They can cause enemies to question the world around them by creating illusions that appear as if the world is glitching out. Painted Barrier - His hands are completely covered by a paint-like substance that's found all over his body. Studio can drag their fingers around surfaces to create barriers. The type of barrier depends on what he draws. Robots - They like to build these tiny little robots that can scope out areas that may be too dangerous for them at first glance. These robots are equipped with cloaking abilities as well as little cameras. Spider Webs - He can use his hair to create webs to either trap enemies or lift himself up out of danger. Hypnotize - First, their eyes will appear to crying paint. Then they'll go completely white. Finally, all his enemies will see is his red eyes staring at them from the void while he makes his escape/attack.

Miscellaneous Little Facts - He often steals Bubblegum's gum to chew while he's out scouting. - When he's not making or upgrading his scout bots, he's making improvements to his room. Such as automatic dimming lights. - Without his glasses, he can't see more than two inches in front of him. - They call robots "robits" on occasion. - They're quite good at checkers and chess. - His tank top actually changes depending on the mood he's in. - They're a very texture based eater. They won't eat yogurt with fruit chunks in it, for example. - Everything has a place in his room, and if you mess that up... good luck. - He doesn't usual hang around Wordgirl AUs. Instead he prefers to tag along with Candy if possible. - He will always try to keep up a serious tone and attitude, but in a scuffle that might slip a little. - They'll choose tea over coffee any day - and hot chocolate above all that when given the option (even during Summer). - Him and Rosey sometimes make dinner together. - His design is inspired by the visuals from the music videos for "Eros and Apollo" and "Ode to the Bouncer" by Studio Killers. - They listen to pop music for every occasion except for building robots - for that he listens to EDM. - They've got quite a temper. On their bad days, it's easy to piss them off. - He loves taking warm baths with scented candles around him to calm down or relax.

That's all folks! Four more scouts remain to be seen! But for now, enjoy looking at Studio. Or, go see his siblings and mom. Candy... Cupcake... Bubblegum... Rainbow... Pajama... Rosey...

[shaydystheshadowqueen]

Had an idea for weapons for Batman's Dork Trio (Scarecrow, Riddler, and Mad Hatter) and just had to draw them.

Quick fun facts:

-Scarecrow hand-paint and decorates his scythe to fit his mood, but it's usually just the fake blood paint.

-Scarecrow has also used the scythe as a crutch after particularly bad beat-downs with Batman or another rogue (coughcroccough)

-the foldability allows Scarecrow to hide the otherwise large weapon under his cloak, allowing for surprise attacks when needed

-Riddler wears though a lot of gloves because he forgets the blades are unsheathed

-the saw cane is one of several different canes Riddler uses

-the saw only come out when Riddler's being threatening, a quick escape, or you pissed him off.

-The complitcated but simple set-up of the Mad Hatter axe makes it difficult for anyone that isn't familier with the axes to put together quickly. Hatter on the other hand can set up the 3 forms in minutes.

-How the axes are set up depends on use: Form 1 (and other forms too sometimes) is to give to "guests" to help fend off intruders, Form 2 is used when Hatter's on the run and needs to move through crowds quickly (and nothing says get-out-of-the-way like a mad man w two axes), and Form 3 is for direct battle with Batman

-Looking back, I should have done the checkerboard pattern in black/white instead of black/red. Looks too Harley Quinn.

Dork Squad fans are welcome to use these w credit to me

[sonicasura]

I'm tempted to make a Mer!Leon S Kennedy based on Monster Hunter's Narkarkos.

For those who don't play MH, Narkarkos is a 116 ft massive monster classified as an Elder Dragon with the title Corpse Dragon. Walking natural disasters that can devastate entire ecosystems and some even capable of world ending destruction. Narkarkos is one such force as its entire nest is made from its victims' bones but it also uses those very items for armor to even weapons.

There is a particular quest info in the Corpse Dragon's debut game, Monster Hunter Generations, where it devoured an entire village within one night leaving a single lucky survivor. Narkarkos is so dangerous that in Monster Hunter lore hunters need special permits just to hunt one and a sighting is immediate all hands on deck. You aren't even safe if the air or land either since its crafty enough to sink AIRSHIPS.

Perfect for Resident Evil verse as a bone cloak wearing squid/cuttlefish mer can fit right in alongside the undead hordes. Whether Leon will be a natural born who awakens into his nature, already lives a merman lifestyle or became one from viral infection is unknown. I can guarantee that he's a Leviathan type Mer around 169 ft in size and a huge disturbance ends up causing him to leave his den.

Blame Umbrella or another Resident Evil antagonist such as Simmons for Leon's emergence. Most of his body except for his head and upper chest are covered in bone armor with a massive skull from an unknown species being the Narkarkos Mer's shell. This skull is often mistaken for a 'bone island' since only those underwater can glimpse Leon's true appearance.

It mainly serves as cover or temporary shelter while the two smaller Mosasaurus skulls adorned at the end of his two main tentacles serve for attacks. Leon uses a sticky blue mucus to not only attach his armor and build his nest but also keep the bones from corroding alongside capturing prey.

A string of plane and ship disappearances already has the government on edge as they believe the cause is B.O.W related. It's only when a submarine alerts to base about a 'bone island' and a 'giant two headed dragon cover in bones' then communication is suddenly cut do they launch into action. The Redfield siblings are sent to investigate completely unaware of the real monster under those skeletal remains.

If anyone wants to write or draw using this Mer!Leon then go ahead. Honestly love to see what people can come up with! That's it for now! Until next time folks, continue to thrive in the wake of Raccoon City! Enjoy this Narkarkos boss fight alongside some basic and ecology info though!

Edit: I FINALLY found a vid that has all of the roars and attacks from our dear Corpse Dragon, especially the instant death laser. Someone better not piss off Narkarkos Mer!Leon or else they're literally getting the "IMA FIRIN MAH LAZOR" Shoop Da Whoop meme. Enjoy.

[sidecharactersdomatter]

Thoughts I had during TGCF S1 Ep 6

-Previously on TGCF…

-Woah, a waking up camera effect

-San Lang’s eating lunch

-Woah, that old man is traumatized

-Aww San Lang got all protective, and that body Language with Xie Lian, they are able to communicate verbally AND nonverbally

-This references the area region of China in the northwest where it connects with the Silk Road

-That was a huge caravan

-More secret body language

-Oh yeah, when he woke up he didn’t even drink water before explaining

-Woah that offer had the old man spooked senseless

-He’s got a knife!

-Of course being a martial god, he has experience in combat.  Have you seen him in a sword dual at Yinian bridge? (Subtle Phineas and Ferb quote)

-Gross his arm deflated!

-Stopped by a chopstick!

-Yep he dead

-How does one make another chopstick?

-I wonder who sent the puppet anyway?

-Oh yes he does dabble

-Telepathic chat room

-So many falling golden leaves

-Yep, it’s a free for all!

-Woah that shocked everyone and they went back to grabbing credits

-Well that just made him more interested in the Crescent pass situation

-They haven’t cleaned up the puppet’s husk?!?!

-San Lang has answers!  It’s so sweet!

-Oooh more worldbuilding on the desert area

-Is that who I think it is?

-And he hands San Lang his broom, they really are husbands

-Yep called it, and the gong noise when the door opened!

-Looking for answers is honestly a valid reason 

-Isn’t it obvious Xie Lian?

-They said it in sync again

-Oh they noticed San Lang now

-Oooh they’re suspicious 

-Oh he knows how to trigger Fu Yao

-No not the broom!

-I love pissed off Fu Yao so much, just look at how sharp his eyes are XD!

-San Lang is fluent in sarcasm

-And now Nan Feng’s pissed off too! XD

-Yes he has fixed up his home

-And Fu Yao’s still pissed off and skeptical 

-Man Fu Yao’s so condescending, I wonder where he gets it from…?

-Yes, they did sleep together better believe it

-He said it again!  “ With Heavenly blessings May all taboos be shattered”

-Woah, instant Silk Road shortcut

-Does he mean the North Star Polaris?

-Man that desert village looked really cool

-They have entered the desert

-*As they all start walking down the sand dune* I’m like: “How did we get out here in the middle of the ocean???” (Another iconic and amazing Last Airbender quote, and a really good crossover fanart idea). *casually gets started on drawing that crossover*  

-I really love the desert music

-Awww look at San Lang’s emo hoodie

-Aw the face he makes when he has to wear Xie Lian’s hat, there goes his emo hoodie!

-And then he gives the hat back to Xie Lian because he doesn’t want him to burn…

-You know what’s better than one evil Daoist?  Two evil Daoists!

-Also Fang Xin tends to get confused with Feng Xin(Nan Yang)  I’m experiencing that in this fandom

-Woah that’s a cool purple cloak

-That explains the misfortunes of the Crescent Pass

-OOOHHH!  Fu Yao got triggered again

-San Lang dodged that attack like a G

-An abandoned hut

-Yep here come the trust issues

-I might’ve noticed one thing off about San Lang…

-Foreshadowing with that “Runaway kid” bit

-Magic sleeves of holding! Count: 4

-It’s a polite battle!   Fu Yao vs San Lang!  Who will accept the true sight serum?  Place your bets in the comments!  (Kidding. I’ve already seen this episode and I know what happens)

-And then Nan Feng steps in

-And he drank the whole thing like a boss

-Now Nan Feng’s acting like an NPC from a fantasy video game

-Sharp sound when the blade’s being drawn

-Nah San Lang, they’re just testing you to see if you’re a ghost

-The sword broke XDXDXDXD

-And he’s tossing a piece of broken metal up and down XD

-Oooooh Who are they?

-The woman in the teal cloak saw him

-No dude, what did you just say about staying in the shelter to wait out the sandstorm!  SMH!

-Now he’s lost

-Oh good they all found him

-There’s San Lang!

-He’s so relieved when he found him!

-OH!  San Lang’s robe slipped off one of his shoulders and Xie Lian put it back up AAHH!!!

-He’s touched starved again!

-And then San Lang grabs Xie Lian’s hat from blowing away and helps put it on and tighten the strings!!!! *fangirls like no tomorrow!*.  These episodes just keep getting better and better!

-Best chemistry ever!

-“It’s not a strong wind.”  *Xie Lian gets caught in the sandstorm*  Yeah, you were saying Fu Yao?  SMH again

-Oh and San Lang got really worried!

-And after Rouye grabs San Lang and Xie Lian says, “I didn’t mean San Lang”. Rouye goes: “Really? Ok!”  And then lets him go, that’s just the hypothetical dialogue I’ve got for the silk band

-And we’re on another cliffhanger people

I know episode 6 comes out tomorrow so enjoy my Season 1 reactions for now.