#might expand on this later lol

[summertimemusician]

*downs coffee like a shot* Before we go back to our regularly scheduled Linktober/Linktober Shadow (because I don't leave things unfinished if I can help it), I gotta get the idea of Revenant First out of my system and y'all get to suffer with me until it eventually ceases being an idea and it turns into an actual story. For some reason we talk a lot about First already being alive or already a ghost by the time the Chain meets him, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk about him actually coming back to life and so y'all get to suffer with my insane ramblings like I'm an 1800's psychic ward patient who believes themselves to be a witch.

Can be x Reader or not idk just an idea that won't leave my mind.

Might expand on this later so Part out of I/?

Revenant First, who died for his people and in the name of his Goddess. All alone on the surface, fighting, fighting, fighting, always fighting. Just to make the land a little safer before the next hero arrives, just to contain the Imprisoned for a little while longer with likely nothing than a ordinary, common sword to his name and a slowly rusting armor.

Always giving so so so much for his people, always doing his best to protect them, though they scorned him, loathed him, didn't believe or support him, rejected him.

With a spirit so strong and lovely that a Goddess fell for him, hated herself for having to manipulate and put him through such horrid experiences just to save the many, just to turn the diamond of his soul into an unbreakable lonsdaleite blade agaisnt a mad deity.

Someone whose will would be enough to keep him going, just one more fight right? Just one more kill right? Forward, forward, ever onward, it doesn't matter if the flesh decays, if the blood drips drips drips until he is dry of it, if the liver doesn't process nutrients, if the lungs don't draw air, if the nerves feel nothing but the cold cold numbness of the winter of his final years, if the heart doesn't beat. If the armor rusts or the sword breaks. He must keep going, he must keep fighting.

To keep them safe he must have faith, faith that he can keep going, to grasp onto that one.single.thread of purpose until the day that fiery, indomitable, determined will finally burns out. Even if his Goddess may have forsaken him knowingly or unknowingly, even if his people have rejected him to the point he isn't even human anymore, even though they reviled him, even if that rejection should by all intents and purposes chained his spirit to the land or ground the jewel of his unbreakable soul into dust, he still loves them, still adores them, still wants to protect them.

No matter how long he must keep going for it. He wishes to see those he holds dear happy, though they cursed and imprisoned him once.

The Chain getting dropped into a completely empty, desolated and undeniably dead version of Sky's Hyrule, only to find the only living thing besides monster is a single man, with rusted gold armor and an old sword, a faded tunic of green with a long, crimson scarf like a bloody banner. With hair and eyes like theirs, undeniably a Link. But so very frigid, so very silent they almost didn't notice him, that they can't help but wonder just how many years he has spent there, eroding away, ruined but still kind, kind, so very gentle. A shadow of his former self, yes, but still himself, still so so so good, doing all he can until Sky's Era comes and maybe, just maybe, he can finally rest.

Or maybe not, after all, someone has to keep the land safe until the Hero after Sky comes around, no?

Just Revenant First in general.

Or maybe we give him the House in Fata Morgana treatment, the House in Fata Hylia Au if you will- *collapses from sleep deprivation*

[baazsreverie]

late nights w/ sebastian when you cant sleep, so he wraps his arms around you, snuggly settling his tail against your back to push your closer to his chest.

"what're you so bugged about? it’s been almost an hour. you can relax around me, you know?”

he’s chuckling like it’s some sort of joke to him, but his heart's practically pounding in his chest, resonating with your own. your cheek smushes above his heart, shutting your eyes once your body lulls down, thanks to the rhythm of his heart; and enjoying the feeling of sebastian against you, no matter how cold he may be. your heat passes onto him anyway.

“... like that.” his voice is so soft, you wouldn’t even be able to hear it if you weren’t up against him right now. “just stay close.”

“please.”

[rapturebin]

obligatory vampire thing

+ having fun with 1830s-ish silhouettes. not made for authenticity's sake im just playing around...

[cinnabon-sweetroll-tiramisu]

Need a story where Arthur is a ghost who follows Merlin around all day and only in dreams can he communicate and touch Merlin. But to Merlin, he thinks it's not real that he's imagining the Arthur in his mind because no way would Arthur, his golden King would ever call him precious or beautiful, it's just wishful thinking on his part.

So Merlin lives a long life without knowing Arthur is there with him, this time it's Arthur's turn to watch and protect Merlin from the shadows as the warlock once did when Arthur was alive.

Arthur could've stayed in Avalon til he was needed yet the urge to return to Merlin is powerful, although he entrusted the care of Camelot into the hands of Guinevere and Leon he could not do the same of Merlin, and only upon his death did he finally realise why.

He was in love with his best friend. Always had been.

And so it is with great stubbornness and a helpful hand from Freya, whom he just found out was Merlin's first love, he frees himself from Avalon and returns as a spirit that guards Merlin's dreams from nightmares and fights off evil creatures that want Merlin's magic or wish to claim Merlin for themselves...and if some of those creatures happen to be humans who wanted to court Merlin well, he's not going to make it easy on them, on his knight's honour he will protect Merlin's virtue!

[dumbfucksystem]

thinking about mafia shen family au. the system is fucking around with shen qingqius life again and is like yk what if ur not gonna tell your husband anything about yourself then ill force you to. have fun! :D

sqq doesn’t even have the time to think 'wtfff??' before Everything Happens. shen yuan’s soul gets shoved back into his original body just moments before he dies. in this version of the au he was choking on food, so he gets the lovely experience of having his airflow blocked again! lucky for him, the system dragged binghe along for the ride so he is saved before he dies again.

this route for mafia au means that the shen family never had to grieve shen yuan. im not sure how the Family reacts to their a-yuan suddenly having a very strong and intimidating significant other (boyfriend? husband?!??? wdym he got married without telling us!?!?) all of a sudden. does shen yuan come out to his family?? no, but also yes, but also not really. they knew he wasn't straight this entire time, so its more like they are coming out to him instead of the other way around. god knows they have bigger skeletons in their closets, they don't care if a twink is in there too.

there is less angst here, and it mostly centers around the comedic factor of shen yuan showing binghe around his house only for them to "stumble upon" an entire closet filled with guns..!?! shen yuan is just standing there in complete horror as binghe grabs a whole ass ar-15!?!?? hes looking at him with the most innocent eyes asking him what this strange metal object is. jesus fucking christ. his white lotus is holding a gun and now he has to explain gun control policies while his brain is leaking out of his ears. he opens his mouth right before an alarm starts blaring everywhere. he’s saved by the bell! except not really, because now six members of his Family are surrounding them and pointing several guns at binghe!!!!! what the actual fuck is going on here!!!!!! this is not how the 'meet the parents' arc is supposed to go!!

[the-mononoke-facade]

Thinking about Kayo's fear in Umi Bozu again and what it means for her character

How the fear of missing out she rattled off was an idealized version of the general life path that's open to her as a young peasant woman of her time, and that she is probably scared of missing out on that ideal, but not in the sense of not getting married at all, but in the sense of doing that whole song and dance but ending up trapped in a marriage to a terrible man, or giving birth to children who are going to get caught up in the cycles of violence she was abruptly made aware of with the fall of the Sakai clan (either as the one doing the violence or the one suffering under it, or both, creating a monster regardless)

How, if Kayo's meant to be taken as a character with her eyes to the future, that the bakeneko incident shook her certainty in it in a way that she had never had a reason to question before, having her beliefs of being a fairly ordinary person rattled to see what atrocities the "ordinary people" around her helped to commit, atrocities that very well might never have come to light without the divine intervention that was the mononoke and the medicine vendor coming to slay it

Anyway, just contemplating Kayo tonight

[kakujis]

leaving love bites on u 💜

aka i have a huge thing for baji and his fangs 🥺

ft: baji, chifuyu, mikey (idk how he weaseled in)

warnings: biting/marking lol, blood mention, possessiveness, reader is gn but dress/skirt mention, all the boys are timeskip. MINORS DNI.

baji likes to bite and mark u everywhere. seriously, everywhere!! this isn’t just for your body either, it’s for places. he’ll mark u in the pet shop behind the counter, at a restaurant, amusement park, u name it and baji is there biting and sucking away <3 especially since u told him u love his lil fangs! he suckles hickeys into your neck all time, littering your collarbone with them as well. kissing ur hand turns into nibbling on your fingers. its not a secret that u biting him back turns him on, especially if it’s his finger or thumb that somehow found its way into ur mouth. if ur fucking, hes a little harsher, sinking his teeth into ur shoulder blade and lapping at the lil pricks of blood <3 honestly, the marking has become so distracting chifuyu and kazutora have asked him to ease up. he can’t help it, he just thinks ur so pretty all marked up and all his!!

cutie pie chifuyu only marks you in places u can hide, but he marks them all over. your chest, your stomach, your back, thighs, are covered with chifuyu’s hickeys. fuyu is actually pretty possessive over u, but would be very embarrassed if any of his friends called him out on it. he cant deny the way his heart races when he sees u wearing clothes u normally would knowing his handy work is underneath. he can’t wait to take those pesky garments off and give u some fresh marks <3

bonten!mikey likes to bite u in places that are juuuust barely hidden. as much as he would love to show them off, since you are his and his only, he finds it more thrilling this way. if u were to stretch, shirt pulling up, u can just barely see the bruised skin underneath. if u were wearing a skirt/dress and bent down, his mark would be there too, just barely visible on the back of your thigh. it's sort of a game for him! he loves the awkward coughs and throat clears when a glimpse of your pretty purple flesh catches the eye of one of his subordinates. where should he mark next?

[shippingmyworld]

Not really a writing prompt but I've been thinking about what would happen if tigerghost got their powers temporarily swapped. Let's say Jimmy recently invents a device that can do that and they gets asked to test it, saying it will be like some sort of team exercise. So now it's Manny with the ghost powers and Danny with the El Tigre belt and they have to teach eachother how to use the others powers. Hijinks and better understanding of life in eachother's shoes ensues yadda yadda yadda. I just want your take on that scenario. Heck, I might make art of that if I feel like it but who knows I actually need to practice drawing the first :P

Ohhhh this is a concept I've never thought of before. But the first thing that popped into my head was that Danny would be having an existential crisis about turning his bf into a ghost ("Oh my God, does this mean we killed my boyfriend?"). SpongeBob's gotta calm him down a bit while Jimmy works on reversing the power swap.

Meanwhile, Mannys having the time of his life being able to fly around and his prank game has never been greater (Jenny and Timmy end up being his victims for most of the day).

And yeah I think Mannys enjoyment of Danny's powers would totally give Danny another perspective and totally convince him to start enjoying himself a little more. Once the powers are swapped back, Danny would totally start parking the others around HQ just to make Manny laugh.

[sasanka-27]

It’s real

| Fandom: supernatural | Pairing: Dean/Castiel | Words: 7k+

| Type: oneshot | Rating: Teen and up | Author: Sasanka27

Summary: Morning of his birthday Dean wakes up alone doubting if he hadn’t dream the good parts of his life.

Link:

[iravinirattu]

. . in which you fuck up a little.

wrote this with it being platonic in mind, where the reader is a teen doing typical teen things (ie., throwing a hissy fit over the most insignificant shit)

guardian! diluc who you are having a "terrible row" with, but in reality all he'd done was pour the cereal the wrong way, or put something in exactly the wrong spot, or close the door a little too loud.

and you don't know why you started yelling, which made him mad too, and now neither of you are making sense with the things you are saying too each other but gods you were angry.

it's only after he leaves the winery you begin to simmer down, looking at the cereal he poured into your bowl before his own, the vase he bought because it reminded him of you, the door he'd slammed because the lock was jammed.

he comes back home in the evening, but doesn't talk to you. and you knew you should apologize, but for whatever reason you didn't talk to him either.

he sighs and cuts you an apple (which you don't eat), and sits down in the chair beside you to read the paper.

and while your ego is huge and inflated you find yourself subtly scooching your chair over to his, until you are leaning on his shoulder and reading the paper with him.

you should apologize, you probably should, but some fights end before you do.

in the end he knows you say things before think to him and him only; and you know eveything he does is with you in mind.

[hookechoes]

little bit of a benny ficlet, just trying to get into his head a bit and see what's rattling around in there

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a long crashing skidding sound wakes him but not kathy; she's drunk-asleep, dead to the whole world until her body decides its had enough, but he'd tempered himself at the bar that night for some reason, unknown even to him; might have been something about a half glance johnny gave him from across the table, a burning gaze so barely glimpsed he might have imagined it, he didn't know but something in him said to be a little more cautious that night, have one less shot, or else he might do something even stupider than anything else he'd ever done, and that was a long list.

he slides out of bed and goes to the window, moving the curtain aside a bit to see the street below. sounds far away, faint faraway things that might be screams of pain or joy or excitement or grief. he can't tell, will never know. heat lightning in the distance, vague rumbles rolling down the street, muted enough to be thunder or engines. he reaches for the cigarettes he'd laid on the desk earlier and lights one, cracking the window to let the smoke out. kathy hates waking up to cigarette smoke, even though she smokes just as much as he does, maybe more, depending on the day. depending on how annoyed she is with him.

just looking out at the street is pulling at him, whispering to him. summer nights are his favorite. something about an empty road, dark except where their bikes light everything up like fireflies in formation, buildings and bridges and cornfields streaking by like the club is standing still and everything else is what's moving, whooshing past with a blast of warm air turned cool with its movement. riding at night in the summer is like jumping into a calm pool of water - there's some indefinable joy in disturbing something so still, revving life and action and movement into the dead stale air. kathy at his back with her arms wrapped happily around him, smiling into his colors; johnny in front of him at the tip of the spear, upright and undeniable.

"what are you doin?" grumpy voiced kathy mumbles from the bed, her face half smushed into the pillow still. something woke her, a dream or a sound or a feeling. he hopes it wasn't the smoke.

"nothin," he says, taking another drag.

she mphs and turns her head toward him. she was annoyed with him tonight, he could tell at the bar and when they came home and made love; him or something else, or both him and something else. he is fine with that. he can weather it easy. she'll tell him or she won't; she'll get over it or she won't. he looks long at her lovely figure, straight hair fanned over the sheets, a battered old shirt of his stretched over her pretty shoulders, rucked up to her ribs on one side. there's a bird tattoo hiding on her ribcage, the edge of a wing in flight peeking out. he's fairly certain he's the only other person in the whole world who knows it's there. he's never asked when or why or what it means, but he's wondered at it, run his fingers over it, kissed it.

nothing is moving in the street, the distant shouts faded, the thunder rolled away; the night calls for him to smash its silence, dares him to scream into its face. He wants, the feeling both vague and unspeakably sharp. His bones are jumpy, twitch-happy, ready to leap up and just start going and going and going until he hits the end of the night like a wall and breaks through to... something else. a different world, maybe, or the absence of one.

[bazkrekkerbrokemyshin]

pirate!wylan's backstory

He grew up on one of the most comfortable, wealthy ships in all of Kerch. His father, Captain Jan Van Eck, is one of the richest men around, leaving Wylan as the heir to their fortune. That is until he finds out his son lacks a certain skill that he believes tends to be important when running a business, even pirating. Wylan was treated poorly from then on by his father, and once he was old enough (like, 12) and supposedly capable of work, he was forced into the most dangerous tasks that no one else wanted to do. Because his father cannot see anything beyond his reading capabilities, Wylan becomes the Van Eck ship’s powder monkey. The captain’s hopes were that keeping him below the surface and busying him with dirty work would make everyone else forget he ever had a son at all, so his family’s name would never become an embarrassment.

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masterlist

[somelazyassartist]

Been thinking about puppets and strings of fate recently and am channeling that into my two Holy Lady™ DnD characters

Etsy

[crybaby-bkg]

really tall and scrawny and kinda awkwardly shaped Dabi who has the biggest horse cock you’ve ever seen on a man who weighs a buck fifty when soaking wet. Thank you for your time.

[thomas-jefferson-miku-binder]

That’s when they realized that this was it. There was no escaping, no getting away, no turning back. Because back stood death, front, faced conquest, and famine and war marched by their sides. There was no god Tobias could pray to, and Graves never believed in any. It was just them. And soon that would, too, be taken away.

“Malcolm, I—“ His brain was racing and calculating their chances of living. He was breathless and Graves could hear his partner’s heartbeat echo through the corridor even with the footsteps getting closer.

“Tobias.” Graves turned to T.F. slowly, as if trying to catch up with the events that transpired, as if the idea that this would be the end wasn’t a thought possible conceiving. Malcolm was stubborn, too stubborn to die, and it seems too stubborn to understand that they’re not immortal. “What… what do we do?”

“Listen, this— Ok, it’s fine, this is—“ T.F's speech was accelerated, you could taste the adrenaline in the air. And then he stops, and stares, preparing himself to make a promise he would not be able to keep. “Malcolm, I’m not letting you go back there.”

“I know.”

And from this point forward, the name Twisted Fate was just as stained as Tobias Felix

[cozystars]

last stuff of the year. i want to focus more on ocs going out and my brain seemed to want to do the same thing <3 ft. riley having a good day for once, n a meme i thought would be funnier with those three