#mar wrote a thing

[wolvesbaned]

sad butch werewolf i love you.

[robinsnest2111]

27. Demon summoning w motley. ill let you decide if one of them is the demon or nah

you're in luck, bestie! this prompt inspired me to draw AND write 🔥

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Starting a band wasn't easy, especially if you were missing a decent guitarist. Sure, a bunch of people had shown up for auditions, but none of them were the right fit. After weeks of no success, Nikki turned up at the apartment with a strange book sporting a big red pentagram on the cover. He'd found it while perusing a little curio and occultism shop, off one of the main streets, a little hidden away. Something drew him to it and who was he to resist that fateful pull.

Tommy and Vince were sceptical. What use would that old tome be? Magic was not a real thing and now they were short on money for groceries and other necessities just because Nikki decided he needed to have it and that it would help them.

Nikki carefully studied the book the following days, until he landed on a page detailing the steps to summon various kinds of demons and infernal creatues for all sorts of purposes.

Eventually, he was able to convince Tommy and Vince to help him set everything up to try and summon the perfect guitarist for their band. As ridiculous as it sounded, they decided to just go for it. They gathered candles, chalk, matches, sacrificial items relating to the kind of demon the three of them wanted to summon and went to work.

As soon as Nikki had finished reading the spell, the summoning circle they had drawn out on their living room floor began to glow red. Tommy stepped closer to Nikki's right while Vince grabbed hold of Nikki's left shoulder and upper arm, almost hiding behind the bassist.

A blinding flash of light, a boom that must've rattled the entire apartment building, and suddenly, Nikki, Tommy, and Vince found themselves staring at a very real and very scary looking demon, a guitar grasped tightly in its hands. It was close in height and stature to Vince but no less intimidating. The demon fixed the three men with an intense stare, as if gazing right into their very souls. Who would've thought that summoning creatures from the depths of hell as an unorthodox band recruitment strategy actually worked?

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Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

[courfee]

high delight

James Potter finds out the hard way that he decisively does not like being on planes. Namely by being on a plane. Good thing Regulus Black is right there and proves to be a very effective distraction from the terrors of Muggle machinery.

for @itsjaywalkers and a birthday!!

[marleysfinest]

just realised I can plagiarise myself. there’s a whole body of work I have outside of tumblr (under my gov name) that I’m like “ah man I wish I could transfer that across to some sort of fic oh well its a shame that I can’t” and it’s like…… I can. that’s my own work I’m stealing. that’s my property I’d be duplicating. I can do what I want with it. anyway don’t plagiarise unless it’s urself

[itsmarsss]

checked my list of stuff I need to finish writing and it has ‘moxxie getting pegged’ on it 🙏🙏🙏

[cutthroatcarnival]

Writing Ooooh

Various shouts and exclamations rose as Sky hit the ground after being launched off the Talus with an audible thud. Something definitely had been broken, or he had been knocked unconscious, as the skyward knight did not move, even as the Talus righted itself.

Time took off through the battlefield in a frightening display of speed- that armor of his was not light- his Biggoron sword left behind. His mind was focused on the form on the ground, the form of one of his boys. In a swift movement Time dropped to his knees, skidding the rest of the way to Sky’s side, armor clanging and joints protesting as he went.

Gathering the young hero in his arms, he realized too late that the Talus had turned to them, with its fist raised, ready to flatten the two heroes. Someone shouted, fear clear in their voice, “Get out of there!”

The obvious had been stated, but leaving Sky was not an option. There wasn’t time. He couldn’t get them both out. He’d failed. Clutching the Chosen Hero, Time shut his eye, curling around Sky’s form. A final wish to protect.

Light flared in front of his eyelid, the chiming of a spell he had not heard in decades sung in his ears. The awaited impact did not meet their bodies, instead ricocheting off the crystalline barrier formed around the two.

A murmur and movement from his arms shook him out of his frozen state of shock, his eyes snapping open to meet Sky’s, who squinted against the harsh blue light. “…Time? ‘Ow?”

Time attempted to convince himself that this was Hyrule’s shield spell, or even one of the Champion Abilities Wild had talked about… but he knew. Hyrule’s shield was never this color, and the abilities the wild hero gained had long since faded. This spell… he had long forgotten how to summon it. How had it formed?

A gentle tap against his face brought Time out of his thoughts, eyes once again on Sky’s face, who had a slight frown tugging at his lips and a small furrow in his brown. Ah, Sky had asked him a question. “…Nayru’s Love. It is- was, a spell of mine.”

Sky hummed and his hand slipped, eyes slipping shut with a soft groan. The clanging of greaves made him twitch, Warriors had dropped to his side, allowing him to realize that the blue crystalline shield had dissipated. With hands he would later deny were trembling, he shifted Sky into the captain’s lap, where he and Hyrule assessed the knight’s injuries.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, old man.” Legend’s voice came from his back, making him stagger upwards and turn around, the vet grabbing his arm to steady the older hero.

Debating his options, Time sighed. “I should not have been able to use that spell. It’s been too long.” One of Legend’s eyebrows raised, and he fixed the armored man with a look as he scoffed.

“Magic is a part of us. It’s ingrained in our very beings, it responds to not only words, but emotions. Something in you called out, and your magic responded.” The veteran spoke like he was stating a well-known fact, which it might’ve been. Whatever the verdict was with Nayru’s Love, Time was relieved that he had saved not only Sky, but himself.

Though, he realizes now, as he joins his fellow heroes in walking away from the carnage, Biggoron sword back in its place and Sky cradled by Twilight, Malon will learn about this instance. In comparison, the Talus was much less of a scare than the earful his wife would give him… but Time wouldn’t have it any other way. His boys were safe.

Inspired by a comment on this post: https://www.tumblr.com/karaloza/734993087285411840/ive-noticed-something

[innytoes]

3+ sentences for Willex + astronauts au please and thank you <3

(I know you said astronauts but my brain immediately went: The Martian AU)

Alex wasn't quite sure which would be worse: being stranded on Mars alone, or being stranded on Mars with your crush. Since he was currently living the second option, and it was torture.

Of course, it was much better than being alone. Probably. He would have probably freaked out and died if he was alone. But Willie had patched the leak in his suit with duct tape, and dragged him back to the Hub, and nursed him back to health.

They'd worked together to figure out how to survive on Mars. Alex had rigged up the solar panels so they had electricity. Willie had done the awful job of terraforming Mars, which was a nice way of saying 'using poop to grow potatoes'. Luckily, Alex was their communication specialist, so they managed to get a message back to Earth, a 'hey bee-tee-dubs, you left two of your astronauts on Mars, can you send an Uber?' message.

He was a little worried about Julie, Luke, and Reggie, though. How were they doing, knowing they left behind two of their best friends? Thinking they were dead? Had ground control been able to contact them yet? Was leaving your friends' bodies on Mars better or worse than leaving your alive friends-

"You're pacing again," Willie said, coming out of the plastic-covered Potato Farm in the middle of the Hub. You actually kind of got used to the smell, so he didn't even wince. "If you want to get your steps in, I have a way better way to do cardio." He waggled his eyebrows at Alex, and Alex flushed.

Maybe being stranded alone would have been better than this torture.

Or, the torture that was...

"Let's go girls!"

Alex groaned. "Not Reggie's country playlist again!" he whined. He was so sick of Shania Twain. But they'd fried Luke's laptop and his extensive music library on the first day they tried to go outside the Hub. Turned out laptops didn't do well on the surface of Mars. Whoops. So now all they had left was Reggie's extensive country playlists.

"Come on, Hotdog, dance with me," Willie said, taking Alex' hand, shimmying his shoulders a little. It was hard to say no to him and his infectious grin, and sooner or later, they were dancing around the Hub, hollering along with Shania Twain, twirling each other.

Willie's laugh was beautiful, and for a moment, he forgot they were trapped on a desolate planet. At night, when the plastic and duct tape where they fixed section three clattered in the wind, and he crawled into Willie's bed, he didn't feel scared they were going to die at any second anymore. When he had to wolf down another potato, Willie's funny stories distracted him from thinking too much about how he now hated the taste of potatoes.

How could he ever think it was better to be out here alone than with Willie?

The song ended with Alex dipping Willie dramatically, and when he pulled him back up, he pulled him closer, pressing a kiss to his lips. Willie made a little surprised noise, but before Alex could pull away, his arms wrapped around his neck and he deepened the kiss.

Turned out the best way to be stranded on Mars was not with your crush, but with your boyfriend.

[yume-fanfare]

*stumbles out of css covered in blood* fixed my responsive

[spyglassrealms]

For All Mankind

Ares 1 \\ Mission Day 128 \\ Surface Mission Day 30 \\ 11/02/2018

Commander Anna Wilson gripped the United Nations flag in her hands and closed her eyes as she unfurled it. The camera Ari held was now rolling, and despite the isolation lending her the confidence to do this, she was still a bit nervous. The light-lag delay of mission control’s inevitable reaction wasn’t helping the anxiety bubbling under her conscious mind. What would they think? What would the world think?

She thought back to training, years ago, when the mission was still a young idea. She had confessed to her crew, in private, her thoughts about the inevitable flag-planting ceremony. To her surprise -and delight- they were in agreement: planting a flag would send the wrong message. It was an archaic practice too laden with negative symbolism, no matter the intentions. So for the next several months, in moments of free time away from the watchful eyes of NASA, they'd planned an alternative. And now, seven light-minutes away from Earth with no one to stop them, they could enact it.

Anna inhaled deeply, faced the camera with the flag, and spoke: “We do not claim this world.” She began rolling the flag back up to stow in her pack. “We will not plant here the flag of any nation or even all nations, because this mission -our presence here today- is much greater than the concept of nations. We came here, to another world, in peace for all mankind. So we cannot plant a flag. It represents arrogance and dominance.” The clock was ticking now. The video stream was hurrying back to Earth, but the whole ceremony would be over before the reply arrived. We’re on our own script now, she thought. Better not mess it up.

As they’d agreed, Oye produced a small aerosol can from his pack -spray paint, specially engineered by a friend to resist the environmental conditions of Mars. Their mark here would endure everything short of a direct meteor strike for millennia. He began to walk toward the rock outcropping nearby, with Ari and Ayami falling in behind him.

Anna brought up the rear, and continued to speak as Ari swiveled the camera back over his shoulder. “Instead, we leave behind only our footprints, which mark our journey…” She paused, and placed a hand on the ancient rock face, making sure Ari was pointing the camera at it. “…and our handprints, showing that we do not seek to claim this world –only to know it.”

Oye gently shook the can and blew the dust from the rock with an airbrush, normally used for geology sampling. Anna blinked a little longer than normal. Here we go.

He aimed the nozzle at her hand and pressed down. The paint sprayed out into the thin air around her suit glove, staining the glove and surrounding rock a deep, cobalt blue. The mission director and tech teams would be pissed, but the crew had taken precautions: covering the tools, wrist camera, and flashlight with tape. When Oye finished moments later, Anna lifted her hand and gazed at the blue stenciled outline on the three-billion-year-old alien sandstone.

As the rest of the crew created their hand stencils, Anna continued. “Maybe in a thousand years, Mars will have its own flag; its own nations. But the marks we leave here today prove to the future that we came not as envoys of nations, but as people, baring our raw humanity for all to see just like our ancestors a hundred thousand years ago. We are here today not only as representatives of our fellow humans, but on behalf of our oldest ancestors, who did not know of nations; they only knew how to be human. These markings are for them as much as they are for us.”

She took a step back as Ari passed her the camera, and aimed it at the four painted hands on the Martian rock. She zoomed in a little to emphasize her closing statement. “Across all of time and space, we are one people, forever.”

[thoughts-i-thought]

Sometimes I like to relish in the feeling of just being alive, feeling cold water going down my throat as I swallow it, feeling the wind on my face as I step outside, feeling water run down my body as I take a shower, smelling my dinner cooking, tasting whatever I cooked for myself, running my fingers along the bark of the trees on a walk in the woods, listening to music as I clean my room, hearing the birds singing outside. I don't know if I deserve it so I may as well experience it truly before it's taken away.

-Caden (me)

[mobydyke]

i cant believe fidelio isn’t a more popular fandom plot!

yeah it's sooooo good!!!! I wish ppl knew her 😢 imo it's not popular bc obv opera is pretty inaccessible for the younger crowd and also it's rly rarely performed because it's so technically difficult for the singers

[scho1ar]

one thing i think about a lot is that mars and venus are both the closest planets to earth but venus is the planet of love and mars is the planet of war. venus is considered earths sister planet but mars is closer and that’s why it’s the one scientists are trying to figure out if we can move to after we destroyed earth.

[seneon]

dude wtf

★ TARANTULA GIRL !

(n) — dabi only likes girls who are more bite than bark note : written for @seneon, everyone’s fave goth gf <3

touya swears she sips souls for dinner.

he’s not sure how he came to that conclusion but the signs are glaring : her knuckles are white as ghosts as they bend around wine stem & bruise like wet graveyards. she drinks blood like it’s grape juice—it stains her lips a barberry hue & now touya’s walking towards her without even realizing it.

“fancy seeing you here.”

“you again.”

cherry-blood dribbles down her chin but she makes no effort to wipe it away. she presses the glass to her lips for yet another sip. “haven’t you harassed me enough this week ?”

“this is only the fourth time i’ve come talk to you.”

“it’s only tuesday, dabi.”

touya swallows the blood creeping up his throat & watches you swallow yours. your adam’s apple bobs as you take yet another sip, ( dabi wonders how you aren’t drunk yet, he knows this is far from your first glass ) plum coke kisses staining the rim. it’s been two minutes or three since he took a seat beside you & you haven’t even bothered to turn to look at him & fuck you’re so annoying.

but you’re so fucking pretty.

& so fucking bitchy too. dabi doesn’t test the waters. he knows they’ll swallow him whole through sore jaw & shark teeth but he might as well dive in anyways. he pokes at your knee, earning him a side eye before brushing a thumb over the berry-bruised skin. you don’t rip out his throat & eat it so he takes that as a good sign. he shifts his seat a little closer to yours.

“i’ll bite you.”

“no you won’t.”

he knows you won’t because he rubs at your knee & you let him touch you like a good girl. he draws silly shapes on your flesh—a rose, a bubble, a gun—& you let it all happen, you always do. you’re looking at him from the corner of your eyes like you want to split his teeth & bruise his chin but you’re pliant under his touch & pretend it doesn’t rot you. you’re a brat & a bitch but when it comes to dabi you can’t help but role play as something more sugary. sweeter. he bites back a grin.

“you’re awfully obedient today.”

“don’t test my limits.”

he chuckles, lazy fingers dragging deeper between your thighs. you set your wine glass on the counter & dabi takes it up in his own, taking a sip of the contents. you eye him before relaxing in your seat, his nails digging into the flesh of your thighs. his hold tightens as he sets the cup at the counter. “wanna ditch?”

“isn’t this tomura’s party ?”

“he’ll understand,” he hums, offering a hand. you take it like it’s instinct & dabi pulls you to your feet, palm resting at the small of your back. for the first time tonight you’re looking dabi straight in the eyes (other times it was through them) so dabi can’t ignore the tug in his throat. your eyes are glossed & heavy & maybe it’s the alcohol but he swears your cheeks are flushed too. he can almost hear heavy breaths leaving semi-parted lips. he’s staring so you blink, “hello ?”

“hello, beautiful.”

it’s cheesy & corny & it makes you want to throw up but all that’s in your stomach is butterflies. dabi’s grip is tight as ever as he guides you through drunken bodies & wasted youths. his legs are long so it’s hard to keep up & you reach for his arm instead. you wrap your arms around his bicep & dabi prays for angels to kill him now.

“are your feet sore ? you can take off your heels in the car.”

you shake your head. “no need for that. you wont be seeing my feet that easily, touya.”

“ah, you caught me there.”

you smile a bit & you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen but your lips quickly tighten into their usual bored expression. you scan the night as dabi leads you once again & stops you at his s63 coupe. the color seems to melt into midnight darkness.

“haven’t been in this thing in ages.”

“haven’t fucked you here in ages, too”

“touya.”

dabi laughs and it’s a boyish chuckle, never ceasing even when you slap his arm to. your cheeks are drenched a poppy red but you tell yourself it’s the alcohol & fasten your seat belt. dabi has one hand trailing up your thigh & you try to swallow the butterflies flapping up your throat. he grabs at your palms & rubs circles on your knuckles & now the flapping in your throat is akin to clawing. you pull your hand away.

dabi furrows a brow, eyes never leaving the road. “now you wanna be a brat ? and you were being so good f’me too.”

“i’m literally gonna get out right now.”

dabi suppresses a smile. “you look pretty tonight.”

“you can do better than that.”

“that dress makes you look extra fuckable.”

“alright, that’s enough.”

dabi is laughing again but your heart rings in your ears. you and dabi aren’t friends with benefits. hell, you aren’t even friends. so why do you sit in the passenger’s seat of his car, his palm on your thigh as he parks in the middle of nowhere ?

“where are we ?”

“come sit.”

“touya.”

“please.”

it’s a whiny whimper & you’d be the devil to resist him when he looks at you so longingly, so lovingly it makes your teeth rot & heart ache. you unfasten your seat belt & climb into his lap while dabi guides you by your thighs. his scars are as ragged as ever.

“missed you,” he coos.

the bass of his voice tugs at your heart. his fingers move hair out of your face before tracing your jaw / chin / everywhere. dabi’s touch is butterfly wings flapping against rose petals. you close your eyes & it’s easy to forget he’s even there.

“let me kiss you.”

“isn’t it too early for that ?”

“isn’t it too early for that ?” he mocks, pulling you in by the chin. your lips taste like mulled peach & they’re colored dimmauve & your gloss is sticky and fuck it’s been forever since he’s had you like this & heaven knows how you drive him insane.

he squeezes your hips & you let out a whine & your strangled voice is the prettiest thing he’s ever heard. his palms trace lines down your backless dress, sparks stinging through rosebud fingertips. you whine a little more & it drives dabi on edge. he wishes you’d whine his name instead.

you grip at his shoulder & dabi lets you go for air. spit dribbles down your chin & your bottom lip is swollen but hell if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. you’re glossy eyes & rose tipped nose & peach jam cheeks that swell with matte blush. he wipes at your mouth & cradles your chin.

“have i ever told you i could kiss you all day ?”

you nod your head & kiss him again with teeth that bite like tarantulas.

© ─ heartkaji ; do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload

[caifanes]

junior year is so fucked up and i’ve gone full riz

like ok. so it’s about rules and the way they can be used against people unfairly. but there are elements of chaos and fate constantly at battle, knowledge and mystery. light and darkness. fire and ice. RAGE, but in a neutral application bc it can be wielded and controlled. (oppositely, kindness is a sort of passive inaction that relinquishes responsibility)

what makes it all more complicated is relationships, these dichotomies aren’t necessarily opposed but directly tied together.

the motifs and flowery language spruces up what can effectively be described in political terminology. the ratgrinders want democracy or a sort of simulation of equality but have in effect, performed a coup and destabilized the aguefort institution. they are using the hierarchy of deities, of ideology, to reinstate something that has only in name been killed but is sprouting up in small instances against the bad kids; but, in the recent episode, is directed specifically at the institution. it’s an anger directed towards unfairness and the bad kids are the proxy. (sklonda attempts to separate riz from them bc she feels that he’s a victim of it too) chaos with the goal of exacting a specific form of control, using religion.

but is the outcome fear? is fear another tool? there is an element missing that does not encompass the concept of rage.

added: i read old analysis from when i was watching sophomore year and the nightmare king thrived on fear and built machinations of one’s greatest fear so that must somehow connect to rage but im not sure.

this season in general is about consequences. the bad kids begin with fighting something that was passed off as joke but was built up enough that it came back around. figs wild ideas and lack of commitment, kristen’s avoidance, adaine disrupting her entire family structure, fabian having to do basic things he never learned how to do, gorgug experiments with his abilities beyond his innate rage, riz’ tendency to overwork himself and avoid. what do you do when you have everything to worry about and there’s a chance only some of those things will turn out ok?

[koshercosplay]

it's time for my yearly chanukah merchandise ratings! how are there always so many to choose from. as always, this year is a doozy and I am as bitter as ever lmao

this was quite literally labeled "hanukkah cone tree." gee I wonder which winter holiday is The One With The Trees. surely it's the jewish one with all the fire. let's make it blue and white just in case. 4/10 there is no excuse for this

why are the chairs so far apart. why is there nobody there. why are there so many grapes. what even are those green things. why is there soup. will the mysteries never cease. 7/10 purely because it's pretty

I for one welcome our jewish alien cousins. not sure what this has to do with chanukah but I want to hear about jewish life on mars so 8/10 friends come in out of the cold and have a latke with me

the more I looked at this, the worse it got. there's a literal christmas tree and tinsel but oh it's got blue lights so it's fine. and as we all know, children regularly hold fully lit candle menorahs with mittens while going door to door during a snowstorm. I guess who are we to stifle a child's latent desire for arson. 5/10 somebody save that poor dying kitten

this poor magen dovid is being forcefully converted to christianity and we need to help it. quick somebody put this on a sufganiyot stack. 4/10 we all know the intended target audience isn't interfaith families okay

do I even have to say it. please just. just stop. get One (1) Jew to weigh on your hanukkah products, I beg you. -392928373/10 walmart owes me a personal apology for making me see this with my own two eyeballs

I spent a full five minutes staring at this shirt desperately trying to make it make sense. I shouldn't have bothered. it's worse than the hebrew could ever be. 2/10 amposzu zusach mezchamal to you too

congratulations, once again you wrote gibberish. this says nothing. it's not chanukah, it's not happy holidays, it's nothing. the letters on the dreidel are an ACRONYM people! there's an order! 3/10 it's antisemitic that this has over 4,000 sales (thank you @quartzfox for sending this to me. now you all have to see it too.)

now these are CUTE. and the dreidel letters are in the correct order too, which is unfortunately impressive. 10/10 no notes, it has cats, would wear

(previous years 1, 2, 3)

[yume-fanfare]

prof complimented my dressed-to-fail outfit ✌️