#long hair xenk

[existentialcrisistime]

Alternate sword styles and hairstyles for Xenk, from 'The Art and Making of Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves'

[allpromarlo]

regé jean page in dndhat has rattled me to the point where i still think about the gorgeous paladin who was in the movie for 20 minutes a month after watching it

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

It is very important to me that you know the guy who played Xenk is fantastic at singing. I think it eould piss Edgin off. I can't find the a recording of the full song he sand for audible but here is some of it

https://twitter.com/audible_com/status/1446158444990451713?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw%7Ctwcamp%5Etweetembed%7Ctwterm%5E1446158444990451713%7Ctwgr%5Eaad2df8b46f6d5bf12bb625d9abcdc63aa0410f8%7Ctwcon%5Es1_c10&ref_url=https%3A%2F%2Fgraziamagazine.com%2Farticles%2Frege-jean-page-singing%2F

(Sorry for the atrociously long link)

ANON THANK YOU. This is for you!!

~

When Edgin hears the sound, he looks up from where he’s chopping onions for the stew Holga and Kira are making.

He glances at Holga, who is halfway through demonstrating the best way to skin a rabbit. She catches his eye over Kira’s curls, shrugs, then gestures with her head towards the door: Go check it out.

Ed puts the knife down, wipes his hands on his breeches, and pushes through the front door. Standing in the garden, what sounded like a sort of low humming melds into—

Singing. Someone is singing.

He peers around in the dusk light. This isn’t like his singing, the sort of tune that gets the blood pumping and the tavern carousing, this is something else. It’s low and mournful and, as much as he hates to admit it, it’s beautiful.

Ed heads down the little stone steps and onto the road. The singing grows louder, accompanied by the gentle rhythm of hoofbeats and the percussive clang of armour. The mounted singer is approaching. 

At the garden gate, Ed hesitates. He doesn’t recognise the language - it's lyrical and lilting, like the words melt into each other - but when the singer swings from a high to a low note, making the hair on Ed’s arms stand on end, there’s a glimmer of recognition. 

And then Xenk appears from around a bend in the road. He looks exactly like he did the last time Ed saw him, and he’s singing. 

Xenk finishes the song before dismounting and striding towards him. Ed opens his mouth to demand to know what he’s doing here, but what comes out is “I didn’t know you could sing.”

Xenk smiles at him. “I find that there is no better way to soothe the soul than with the wonder and joy of song,” he says.

“Yeah,” Ed blinks. “Right. Uh. What are you doing here?”

“I find myself in need of you, Edgin Darvis. May we speak?”

Before Ed can answer, the front door opens.

“Xenk!” He turns to see Holga leaning out. There’s blood splattered on her arms. “Good to see you, you bastard. Do you want to come in? We’re having stew!”

Xenk shoots her a blinding smile. “I would love to,” he says. “Edgin?” he gestures back up the garden path.

Ed hesitates, and then, knowing he doesn’t really have much choice, leads Xenk up towards the house.

“But listen—” he says, as he ushers Xenk inside. “We have to talk about your singing—”

Xenk clasps him by the shoulder. His touch is sure and strong. He smiles again. The goosebumps return. Ed pulls his arm away.

“All in good time, my musical friend," Xenk says. "All in good time.”

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Not requested!

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Courting Headcanons

Edgin Darvis

Definitely tries to serenade you all the time

Talks about you non-stop to everyone when you're not there

Is always giving you compliments

Rides / walks alongside you to talk to you

Listens to you over everyone else

Asks you to join him and the group on their adventure

Is ecstatic when you agree to join

Tries to hold your hand when he's nervous

Literally jumps for joy when you make a move on him

Gets you your favorite foods / drinks at pubs

Physical contact >> any other way of doing things

When splitting up to do things, he will decide that the "only person" who is fit to go with him is you

Holga Kilgore

Protects you no matter what

Rides / walks behind you just incase

Gives you weapons as a present

Is almost always by your side

Likes to have you in her sight at all times

Volunteers to go with you when the group needs to split up

Jumps in front of you when in battle

When in pubs, she'll sit across from you with your favorite drink and you guys will talk about everything for a really long time

Likes when you compliment her on small things (her eyes, her hair, ect.)

Lets you hold her hand when you get scared / nervous

Xenk Yendar

Is absolutely horrible at showing he likes you

Actually scared of how he was feeling around you until he talked to Edgin about it

Has Edgin as a wingman

Gives you gifts a lot (Jewelry, satchels, holsters, ect.)

Offers to go with you on missions

Takes you back with him when he leaves the group

Gives you a place to stay

Is actually really good at calming you down

You sleep in the same bed

When you want to go exploring, he comes with you

Helps you with your problems

His love language is acts of service/ quality time and he thinks it's yours too

Doric

Freaks out because of her feelings for you

Doesn't really court you in a normal way

Acts of service >>>

Gives you like, things from the woods / nature as gifts (flowers, leaves, ect.)

Tells Simon that she thinks she likes you, and he almost told you on the spot the next time he saw you

Freaks out when she sees you for the first time after she realizes she likes you

When the battle at the end of the movie is done, she gives you a handshake cause she's nervous

Simon has to tell you that she likes you (which she freaks out at him for telling you)

Simon Aumar

Knew immediately after seeing you that he liked you

LITERALLY ASKED IF HE COULD COURT YOU

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to take a chance in courting you? 🥺"

Got super excited while talking to you and that's how Edgin found out that he was courting you

Talks about you non-stop

Up talks you to literally everyone he's ever talked to after you guys met

Preforms magic tricks for you and fails about 50% of the time

Gives you his cloak when you get cold even though he's cold too

Would protect you with his life

Likes to give you gifts

Will buy things if they remind him of you

Likes to listen to you talk

When you "accidentally" mentioned that you enjoyed him courting you, he fell backwards off his chair

A/N: That's it!! If you want more for a specific character please don't hesitate to ask :D

[steevee-lee]

I got the concept art book for the DnD movie and discovered long haired Xenk <3

[fastofthekillones]

25

I'm just going to pin this post and use it to find weird tags that I have inexplicably written on something, mostly for my own gratification, but if any of you wonderful weirdos wanna look, feel free

[dapandapod]

Long haired Xenk 👀👀 can I ask for long haired Xenk??

YES! YES YOU MAY! There is official concept art of Xenk in the Making-of book, and I need to buy it for this picture alone!

This is about to be a fic where Edgin is having a minor crisis over Xenk's new look, and yeah, me too, buddy.

“Why do you look like that?” Edgin asks, gesturing vaguely. He feels rather vague actually, maybe even a little faint. “That is a rather broad question, Edgin Darvis,” Xenk says, tilting his head, tilting Edgin’s mind. “I would like to think that I look a bit like my mother, from what I remember of her. Or did you mean why I’m not wearing my armor today? I confess I do not expect to be on duty, even if the body has healed, a mind can be weary.”  Kira, far taller now than she has any right to be, takes pity on them all. “When did your hair get longer?” she asks, stepping right up into his space and flops his now chest length hair, his strands now woven into ropelike locks, falling around his... very... open shirt. “It grew.” Xenk supplies, very helpfully, and then turns on his merry way.

He looks good either way, but that? That is a look, and I'm fine.

Thank you for asking!! 💜💜

[handwrittenhello]

SO ABOUT THAT CHARACTER CONCEPT ART

xenk with long hair thank you and good night

[another-lost-mc]

Would you want to share your Michael headcanons? 🥺

I have some general headcanons about him here. Today I've been focused on soft, insecure Michael even though most of my writing features Michael with a dark or manipulative streak. I like both versions of him for different reasons.

Anyway. I've been thinking about my "What I want Michael to look like" wish list because I have a feeling I'm going to be disappointed by whatever his official character is (if/when they reveal it).

Someone joked the other day (about a white character with long blonde hair) saying that's what Michael's probably going to look like. Honestly, that's what I'm expecting too. Even though he's supposed to be Lucifer's physical "opposite," I'm guessing to a game like this, that means, "he looks exactly the same except for drastically different hair." lol

Have you seen Dungeons & Dragons? If Michael looks anything like Xenk (Regé-Jean Page), I would die happy. That's basically how I picture Michael in my mind when I write him these days.

[pityroadart]

more quick D&D: Honor Among Thieves scribbles: Edgin and long hair Xenk, and a page of warm-ups

brush pen and pentel sign pen in my sketchbook

[halestrom]

a love song

yeah ive stalled on this, so. im just gonna throw this here and maybe it'll inspire me again. its 1k of xenk and edgin bs, with the end game being xenk/edgin, eventually. if i ever write it.

“I am in need of a song.”

Edgin blinked, the last moments of sleep still clouding his mind as he tried to decide if he was awake, or if he was in a very weird dream. “What?”

Xenk stared at him. “I am in need of a song,” he said, the same tone as before, but Edgin could almost make out a sense of frustration, despite Xenk’s face not changing at all. Or maybe that was the sleep.

“What time is it?” Edgin asked, looking out past the door and trying to see if the sun was even close to rising.

Holga had taken Kira off to do something together, he hadn’t really gotten a good answer out of either of them and he had decided that sometimes, not knowing something wasn’t the worst thing. Holga had told him it was a right of passage for a woman of age to choose her first axe, and Kira had talked about first blood and Edgin had been around the world long enough to read into that, but it was his daughter, and his best friend, and sometimes willful stupidity was the better option.

But that meant he was here. The sun barely beginning to rise, with Xenk staring at him, dressed in his armor that somehow seemed to gleam despite the lack of sunshine.

“It is almost dawn, my friend,” Xenk said, stepping forward and clapping Edgin’s shoulder before dropping it to rest on the pommel of his swore that looked twice as large as the previous one. “And I am in need of a song.”

Edgin closed his eyes, listening to the birds, and trying to figure out if he was asleep. He took another few deep breaths and opened one eye slowly, waiting to see the strange dream dissipate, but it didn’t. Xenk was still there, cloat fluttering in a wind Edgin couldn’t feel and a serious, If expectant and amused, look on his face.

“Why do you need a song?” Edgin finally asked, rubbing a hand over his chin and figuring he might as well figure out what was happening before he said no.

“I am cursed.”

“Cursed?”

“Yes, I have been cursed and in order to break this curse, I am in need of a song.”

“A song?” Edgin asked, wondering if he had been the one who was cursed.

“A love song, to be exact.”

Edgin opened his mouth, closed it and held up a finger before he stepped back, closing the door, counting to three and opening it again, wondering if this time the dream would disappear. But Xenk was still there.

“A love song?”

“Yes, I have been cursed with love and in order to break the curse I must have a love song, and I assumed you, as a bard, and perhaps, also a friend, would be able to aide me in my quest,” Xenk said, pressing his fist over his chest. “Am I wrong?”

“Well I am a bard,” Edgin said. “But if you’ve been cursed with love, wouldn’t it make more sense for you to, you know, write your own song?”

Xenk inclined his head. “This is my curse. I am in love, and yet I have no song, and I must have a love song in hopes that my loved one will find it in their hearts to love me back.”

Edgin held up a hand, realization beginning to chase away the last vestiges of sleep, and hope that this was a dream. “Are you cursed cursed, or are you in love?”

“I am cursed with love.”

“Most people wouldn’t consider love a curse,” Edgin said, his voice softer than it had been a second ago as he thought of Zia and the pain his own love had caused, unintentionally or not.

Xenk’s face didn’t change much, but there was an air of sadness around him that hadn’t been there before. “I do not age as you, dear friend, and while love in of itself is not a curse, the loss of love can be heart breaking so perhaps, in some respects it is a curse.”

The silence between them was heavy for a moment before Edgin scrubbed a hand through his hair and wished, briefly, he had gone with Kira and Holga before dismissing that thought. It was their moment, and he wouldn’t intrude on that.

“So, you are cursed with love, and you want a love song? To what? Woo someone?”

“Yes.”

“Even though it would break your heart?”

“Yes. Life is long, should I not find happiness where I can?”

“Does this person like you back?”

“I am hoping a song will tell me if that is true,” Xenk said.

“You could just ask, you know?”

“But then how would they know how I feel for them?”

Edgin opened his mouth, closed it, pinched the bridge of his nose and took a moment to gather his wits about him. “So, you want to woo them, to make them fall in love with you? Even though it could break your heart?”

Xenk beamed at Edgin as if he had done something amazing. “That is correct, dear Harper—”

“—not a Harper—”

“—and while, yes, I do not know if this will be something that will succeed, I feel as if my only recourse is to try, and if they do not return my feelings then at least I can continue on without regrets.”

Edgin knew something about regrets and how it could eat you up inside. He sighed, and nodded. “Sure, fine, why not. Come on in,” he said, stepping back into the house and waving for Xenk to follow him. “Leave the sword outside.”

“Thank you, dear friend,” Xenk said, the clank of sword being put down loud in the predawn. “I am in your debt.”

Edgin looked over to where they kept the ale, thought about the time and dismissed it for another few hours.   “Yeah, yeah, just sit down and let me figure out how I’m going to write a love song for you.”

[writeious-hand]

Holding Out for a Hero: Part 2

Okay, so it seems people want more of this... I have ideas, but to be clear I am VERY BAD at updating and keeping up with a project. But I'll do my best. I have a job that is very demanding during the weekdays, so if there are updates they will be on the weekends.

No Beta, we die like men.

Xenk x Cleric!OC - angst, and mentions of a break-up/ghosting?

Alariel had almost forgotten what he looked like.

To any other, it would seem like he was unaffected by the passage of time. But she could see the barest touch of lines on his face, the slightest fade to the color of his hair. The age showed most in his eyes. He looked... tired.

Not like she should care.

Not like she didn't still care.

But she felt like all the progress she had made since he left went back down the drain as soon as their eyes met. Instead of being the mature eleth she had become, she was back to being the lovesick young girl who didn't know better. Who believed in the happily ever after once the knight and the princess go riding off into the sunset.

She allowed herself a moment. Just one before the walls she had been working on for so long came back up.

"Why are you here?" Her voice was as cold as steel.

"I have sworn to aid these people in getting rid of the threat of the Wizards of Thay. I didn't realize..." Xenk had started strong, but quickly lost his stoic confidence in seeing the moment of heartbreak lingering in her eyes. They continued staring, no words passing between them and the entire group felt tense.

Edgin started to speak but was almost immediately interrupted.

"Then I apologize, but I must be leaving. I am sure if you have him, you would not need help from a lowly knowledge cleric like myself." Alariel refused to speak his name again. It would be accepting that he was here, that he had returned to her and any memories she had of him were already working to the surface of her thoughts.

"But we need your help!" Edgin moved around to block her path away from them. "We need to kill these guys for good, and according to Xenk-" She practically flinched when Edgin said his name, "you are the only one that can do that type of magic."

"You need my help?" She responded to Edgin but was talking to Xenk.

"That's what he said." Hogla got elbowed by Kira.

"I just learned that there is some bad blood between you, but whatever this gentleman did I am sure was entirely a miscommunication. -"

"Oh yes, I'm sure breaking off our engagement and ending our courtship was just a miscommunication." Edgin took a step back from where he had almost reached out to grab her arm, realizing he had fucked up. "That leaving me behind with just a letter and his ring was just an honest mistake and telling me his love wasn't enough to make him stay was just an accident."

Even Doric hissed in pain at that one. Her words struck the paladin like crossbow bolts.

"No. While I understand the dangers the red wizards possess and wish you luck in your endeavors to put them to rest for good, I cannot... I will not put myself through the pain. I'm sorry, but I think it is high time I leave Loudwater. My mission here ended weeks ago. I will send a letter to my home temple in Cormyr, and ask them to grant you safety there, but I will promise nothing more."

Edgin let Alariel walk away after that.

She gathered her supplies and packed up her many journals and quills, the travel desk folding up along with her many quills and pens. Alariel was moving like she had been enchanted, it wasn't until she was shoving the fur blankets from her bedroll into her bag of holding that she realized she was even crying.

He had been distant the week before he left, at the same time closer than he normally allowed himself. Brushing the hair from her face, lingering hands after helping her onto her horse. But then she woke to a cold fire pit, and an empty chamber. Not that they had even shared a bed, the paladin took his vows much too seriously for that. But the other bed in the room didn't even look slept in.

She had found his ring on the dresser, and the letter tucked into her journal, in his pages.

Alariel,

By the time you are reading this, I will be far from you. That is assuming you sleep in to your normal hours. If you awake earlier, I ask you not to come after me.

It brings me no joy to write this letter, but I have realized something vital. This relationship is harmful to both of us and while I have enjoyed your company, I know my fate. So I leave you this ring, in hopes you will find someone who deserves it more than I do.

While I do not renounce my love for you, I do not wish to prolong your pain any further. It would be cruel of me. This was inevitable.

You have your mission and I have mine. We are pulled in opposite directions and it is my sincere wish that our paths will never cross again.

Xenk Yendar

And she had gone 100 years hearing nothing of her ex-fiance but rumors on the wind. She had heard he was around the Sword Coast but that had been decades ago and assumed he had moved on. She had tried to move on, but few respected her path and lifestyle, her journey of collecting the stories of the common folk and heroes alike. Those who did understand, their lives were fleeting compared to her own. It was inevitable heartbreak.

She wiped her tears. Now was not the time to fall apart. Alariel could be on the road by the evening, but she would at least take a day to say goodbye to the friends she would be leaving behind in Loudwater, like Zedroar and the children she taught the legends to. With any luck, she would never see Xenk Yendar again.

[searchingforserendipity25]

Knit, Purl, Improvise | Dangeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves. ON AO3

For Lukani, as part of the Yuletide Exchange.

“You have dropped a stitch,” Xenk said helpfully, three days into their long scouting mission. 

“Honestly, and this is just a friendly suggestion, feel free to take it, piss off,” Edgin said. And then; “Shit, not the double stitch. I swear double stitches love to be dropped, they’re just dying for it. Where do I -”

“Right there.” 

Xenk shifted closer. The sunlight slanting through the firs and elms fell upon his cheeks with intent, as if it were perfectly aware and quite smug about its role in highlighting his beauty. Edgin stared - it was physically impossible not to stare, okay? Even Holga would have stared, and she was very much not into tall guys. 

Edgin cursed, fished out the lost stitch, and cursed again when it was clear he had to unravel a whole couple of rows to get it back into shape.

Xenk extended a hand. Long fingers, graceful wrists, calluses like - not like Holga, really. Fighter's hands; good hands. Edgin felt a normal amount, about them. "If I may -"

"Nay, you may not - nuh-huh! Get your hands off, mister. No needle-hogging here, thanks very much. If you wanted something to keep busy you should have brought it yourself, deal with it."

Xenk really was quite - well, not much taller than Edgin, but very present. Edgin was very aware of it, with the way they had sat together on the same cold boulder for hours now, peering down at the ravine below, and the cave where a band of traffickers were bound to show up, sooner or later. It looked like it was going to be a later situation.

Even Edgin found it pretty tasteless to make money off looting graves and selling the mummified corpses of ancient pixie chieftains to the highest bidder, though, and their sponsors paid decently, so he didn’t feel too bad about the bother.

Didn’t mean he hadn’t complained about it, but at least he had offered to share his egg sandwich with Xenk - that was nice, right? He was making nice, the way one made nice with an occasional coworker who did not make conversation and did not like egg sandwiches. Who, Edgin asked, did not like egg sandwiches? And he kept looking disapproving when Edgin stepped on the trails of ants that tried to make off with the crusts. No one made off with Edgin's crusts, only Holga and Kira were allowed to have his crusts.

"I am not needle-hogging," Xenk said, spacing out the vowels carefully. "I am not even touching your needles. Which I suspect, by that logics, makes you the needle-hogger here."

"Am not!"

"I merely wished to offer help where I may."

"Well, don't," Edgin snapped, and got busy tug-tug-tugging the yarn, unravelling his afternoon's work. "I am making a lovely scarf for my lovely daughter, and I am perfectly capable of making it myself."

Edgin sighed loudly. "Of course you knit. I bet you do great socks - fancy stuff, right? Marino shawls, and stuff. No, wait." Edgin narrowed his eyes, framed Xenk's face between his fingers like a pretentious portrait trying to get the sitter's measure. "You do lace knitting, don't you."

"The kindly farmers that took me in were often local champions at the local competition of threading thin shawls through rings," Xenk admitted.

"Flunk you," Edgin repeated, with feeling. Xenk's mouth tilted with a smile, just slightly. "Yeah, laugh it up, local father of one precocious kid edits out a few swear words, funny stuff. I'm doing just fine without a knitting advisory, thanks."

"There is no shame in taking aid when it is offered. Indeed, I was laid down for many moons abed with a wound, while in the care of a kindly family of farmers, when I first was taught the craft of knitting. And I must say," Xenk added, tilting his head in that disconcerting, insightful way that made the fine hairs to the back of Edgin's hair rise with not-unpleasant fright. "I am surprised at the techniques you apply. There are easier ways to undo this error than to start wholly anew."

Edgin bristled. The sun was in his eyes, now - the clouds kept chasing each other across the narrow strip of sky they could see from their spying place. Honestly, it was getting kind of chilly; but of course they couldn't start a fire, and like hell he was asking Xenk to cast a warming cantrip.

Xenk had cast a warming cantrip over their camping site every night so far, but it was the principle of the thing.

"So?"

Xenk considered him. Which was. Certainly an experience. Edgin would like it to be over as soon as possible, but, again: he could not quite look away.

"I believe you to be a man very fond of shortcuts."

"Why, Paladin Xenk, are you calling me a cheater? I am hurt," Edgin said a hand on his chest, nearly stabbed himself in the face, and turned down the needles in a dramatic movement, as if he really had meant to show he was back-stabbed levels of hurt. "Truly."

"I am merely pointing out. As a friendly suggestion. For what it counts, your scarf does look lovely."

Of course it did. Edgin had learned from his Gramps, all the wool-stuff sailors worked at in the quiet of the night, crammed together in miserable bunks by the swaying light of foul-smelling lanterns. Gramps made beautiful cardigans, thick, scratchy, wonderful shirts. So did Edgin.

"Hell yeah it is. Which you only get if you do things properly." Do it proper start to finish, my Ned, and only leave a mistake so the spirits know not to get funny ideas.

Thing was, wool was awfully expensive. Nothing you could make a living out of, really; or at least he'd never managed it. He imagined telling Xenk that, and bit back a shiver: how the hell did people even get through these long waits? How did people get to know each other, even. He had never felt the need to prove himself to Holga - or, well, he did, every day, otherwise he'd have let himself die a thousand times, he cared about her opinion more than anything and sort of built up his identity around her faith in him in a cute, a little codependent way, but. It was different with Xenk.

Whatever - dusk was setting. The ants were going nuts on the bit of crust he had left for them, well away from his blanket - Xenk ought to be happy about that, not that he cared. There were bigger things to worry about. Tonight would be the last one of their watch, he could tell; the air was shivering in the leaves, eager. His neck prickled. Start to finish, and enough mistakes for bad luck to pass through.

Well, Edgin made mistakes aplenty, and the world liked Xenk better than most; between the two of them, they ought to be fine. 

"Your stitches are slipping again," Xenk noted.

"Brotherflunker," Edgin cursed, and bent down to work the needles with furious speed, the better to avoid Xenk's eyes, that tilted mouth.

[miyamorana]

September Fanfic Recs

I'm a few days late, but here are the fics that I’ve really liked this past month. All of these are complete. Enjoy!

Fandoms: Boku no Hero Academia (4), D&D: Honor Among Thieves (1), Haikyuu!! (1) Jujutsu Kaisen (1), Julie and the Phantoms/Voltron Legendary Defenders Crossover (1), Merlin (1)

Find August’s Recs here or browse my fanfic recs tag.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Twenty-Four Pairs of Craft Scissors Author: orkestrations  Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 1155 Summary: Twenty-four pairs of craft scissors, one pissflake, paper scraps everywhere, and glitter all over the floor.

Or: Eri's first time making paper snowflakes.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: flip the switch and watch them run  Author: noxum Pairing: None Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 6316 Summary: What Izuku thinks is just another hellish day at Aldera takes a turn for the worst when disaster strikes. Trapped in a collapsing building while digging his once-childhood friend from the rubble, what will he do when the roof caves in?

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: Kill All the Lights  Author: JoWithTheFlow Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Monoma Neito/Todoroki Shouto Rating: Mature Word Count: 20,996 Summary: What kind of operation…led to a hero and a vigilante being thrown into a cell together?

Judging by the look on Phantom’s face, he was thinking something very similar. There was a noise from further in the cell, though, and his body language shifted, his eyes lighting up with a touch of fear as he squared his shoulders as much as he could square them. “We’re not alone,” he warned Shouto.

Shouto raised his eyebrows, turning his attention to the depths of the cell.

“What’s this?” a voice rasped, from deeper in the cell, darker, the part covered in the most shadows. Phantom flinched at the sound of it, and there was a rattle, a clink, and Shouto realized that the third member of their company was more heavily chained than them. A moment later, and the second realization hit—that meant something. “A new person to join us in suffering?”

Another shuffle, another clink, and the owner of the voice finally stepped into the little bit of light coming through the window on the door. The light caught the edge of his hair, so dark it almost looked black, but Shouto knew better. He knew better.

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia Title: The League of Vigilantes  Author: katydid  Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 8575 Summary: An amnesiac Izuku joins the League of Villains. To their frustration, he keeps being nice and helping people. Now everyone thinks they’re an organization of vigilantes!

Fandom: D&D: Honor Among Thieves Title: vicious mockery Author: andthentheybow Pairing: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar, Simon Aumar/Doric Rating: Mature Word Count: 4195 Summary: “He doesn’t use magic,” Doric says, jutting her chin toward Edgin. Holga makes a noise that might be described as a grunt. Simon nods and takes another bite of stew. “Is it another tragic backstory thing?"

Simon looks like he’s about to speak through a mouthful of stew, then thinks better of it and swallows first. “Don’t ask me.” Doric gives him a look and turns to Holga.

“I don’t know,” Holga says. “Probably.”

Five times Edgin actually uses magic, and one time he doesn’t.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Beach House Author: spideywhiteys  Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7669 Summary: Atsumu falls in love with Shouyou the same way he falls in love with volleyball. Immediately, suddenly, and obsessively. It just takes him a lot longer to accept, especially in a world where loving a man could end his career.

So he loves in secret, in the remote quiet of his head and over the long distance separating him and Hinata Shouyou, a man who probably doesn’t think of Atsumu at all. He dreams of a future he’s not sure he can ever have.

Or: Atsumu pines for five years.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: when heaven’s a mindset away  Author: bitadori (mochirou) Pairing: Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3445 Summary: Itadori wakes up in Sukuna’s domain after passing out from fever. But the curse is nowhere to be found, leaving the entire room unnervingly silent. So where the hell is he?

Fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms/Voltron Legendary Defenders Title: Second Skin Author: breakaway71  Pairing: None Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 591 Summary: Lance doesn’t always feel like Lance.

Fandom: Merlin Title: Detect Magic  Author: Jabber_Moose Pairing: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 979 Summary: There’s a strange, shimmering blue orb above them, and the dark haired man’s eyes are glowing gold.

"Police say they arrived at the scene to find one of the muggers knocked out, the other dead on the scene,” Percy says. “The victim was being held by his companion, who was said to tell anyone who approached ‘You can cut me, bruise me, skin me alive, but you will not take him from me.’”

[themagical-soup-spaghetti]

Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves Headcanons

Modern Day Edition!!

Edgin Darvis

This man definitely would own a whole shelf of Funko pops.

He would probably still dress the same way he does in the movie 😔

Definitely owns at least one leather jacket to "look cool" but he never wears it.

Can't cook

Likes to think that he's the coolest person on the planet but gets humbled real quick when he sees Doric.

Plays Candy Crush.

Will try and join his daughter in playing a "super hard game" and fail. (Stardew Valley)

Can't hold a good job because he keeps flirting with everyone.

Only has a few friends who can handle him.

His daughter is one of those friends.

Holga Kilgore

Still super duper buff

Can't hold a job because she gets aggressive

God mother to Edgin's daughter

Has super plain hairstyles unless Edgin's daughter does her hair

Watches romance movies by herself but says she hates them when she watches them with other people.

Actually likes to dress up but doesn't often because she normally doesn't have time or doesn't feel like it

Has a LONG workout routine and Simon tried to join her once and he passed out.

No matter how much she will try and act like she doesn't care about anyone, as soon as one of her friends get hurts she'll actually get really concerned.

Xenk Yendar

Omfg he's gorgeous.

He wears the most extravagant clothing ever known to man

He would probably be the founder of like 7 different charities

Gets his nails done

Autism coded

SUPER SUPER GAY

Probably has tiktok and does dances but they stay in his drafts forever

Not huge on religious faith

Simon Aumar

Animal person

Probably has stuffed animals in his room but whenever someome comes over he hides them all

Avid Mitski Listener

Has Mitski posters

Likes magic tricks but is ass at them

Queer coded

Can't ride a bike, or a skateboard, or a scooter

Likes to take lavish bubble baths with lavender or rose scented bubbles

"Oh my god you look so pretty, I mean handsome, I mean, wait what would you prefer me to say 🥺"

Gets his nails done with Edgin

Tried to paint his nails once and flopped horribly

Likes to dress up in like, Hawaiian shirts

Goes to Ren Faires

Doric

Probably goes on hikes a lot

Collects things from the woods

Very well trained in hand-to-hand combat

Vegetarian

Cuts her own hair

Probably goes to Ren Faires with Simon.

Watches horror movies on a daily basis with Simon

"This isn't even scary what the heck." Is literally holding Simon in her arms cause he's scared

Lots of bi energy

Dyes her hair funky colors all the time

"I hate it here!" Actually loves the people she's hanging out with

A/N: That's it, I hope you enjoyed (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[sparrowsarus]

For @doomhamster, who can be partially blamed.

The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the sky into shades of red and purple, receding into blue. The waves lapped at the shore. He'd never get a better moment than this.

Ed turned back to Xenk, who was watching him nervously. A little shy, maybe, which was a ridiculous thing to think of a man rapidly approaching his second century.

"..Edgin?"

"Hm? Oh, right, sorry. So, listen. I've been thinking, and--" oh gods, he was nervous. This was Zia all over again--"..and well. Can I kiss you?"

He was expecting an affirmative, of course, because Ed did have eyes. Something soft and chaste, with a hint of a promise for more.

But he wasn't expecting Xenk's desperate yes, or for him to haul Ed in and kiss him like a drowning man begs for air. Wasn't expecting the low noises from Xenk's throat, or how those long, elegant hands felt in his hair and on his spine, or his slightly chapped lips rough against Ed's own. Wasn't expecting the slight tremble he felt from Xenk's body, flush against his own.

It was heady and breathtaking, like something out of a story, and the first time Ed kissed someone without wishing they were Zia instead.

Xenk nipped his lower lip and Ed moaned, low and embarrassing, and remembered muzzily that they were actually out in public, and Doric was very kindly giving his bread its second knead but Ed needed to light the stove yet--

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily; and Xenk's fingers tightened against him before letting go. He also looked a little breathless, and his pupils were so dilated Ed could just barely see the sliver of brown.

"So," Ed gasped out, "we should really, really talk about this, not in public."

Xenk leveled a look at him that could melt glass. "Agreed." His voice was heavy with promise, and Ed felt a flush crawl up his neck.

He doubted there'd be much talking happening during that discussion.