#running for rescues

[alicentflorent]

The only reason I know Mari is dead is because I just know she would’ve written a tell all bestseller novel about surviving the wilderness followed by a reality show and an infamous Oprah interview that rivals Prince Harry’s

[the-northstar-collective]

Whumper teaching Whumpee not to flinch at anything.

Any sudden infliction of pain.

Any sudden loud noises.

Any sudden movement or touch.

Whumper taught Whumpee not to respond to anyone.

Any questions.

Any conversation starters.

Any comfort.

Caretaker and her team can't figure out what's wrong with Whumpee, Whumpee had earned himself a way with glaring. Nothing can stop him from just staring at the people around him.

She can't tell if its snarky defiance, or fear briddled with tears behind his glare. He's shaking.

[sunderwight]

Moshang AU where Airplane transmigrates into a demon NPC from one of the fanservice clans he created, rather than into Shang Qinghua.

So basically, there was a point in time where a lot of PIDW chapters were just Luo Binghe running around propelled by political plots and rebellions from the demon kingdoms, and most of that actually just ended up being Luo Binghe collecting wives with cute animal ears and tails and various abilities that Airplane used all of once and then completely forgot about. They covered the usual bases of the sexy cat girls, sexy fox girls, sexy bunny girls, sexy bird girls with wings, etc, before moving into more, erm, niche animal hybrid demon territory.

Which is all a roundabout way of explaining Cute Hamster Boy Shang Qinghua in his faithful-to-canon clan of Hamster Demons, whose primary skills include cute squeaking noises and digging abilities.

In the process of making his braindead written-in-a-panic-at-3-am "world building" on this front actually function in a real version of the setting, there has got to be a way for the otherwise-unremarkable fanservice demon tribes to actually survive the incredibly hostile environment which Airplane otherwise described, though. Like yeah sure when you're writing a book you can just say in one breath that the demon realms are incredibly brutal and cutthroat, and then in the next that this tribe of bunny girls with no visible skills at self-defense has existed here for thousands of years, but if you actually tried to set that up in some kind of a simulation the bunny girls wouldn't last one year, let alone one thousand.

In that case of Airplane's hamster tribe, their digging skills are so supernaturally prodigious that they are able to construct massive underground fortifications in otherwise hostile terrain. But that still doesn't solve all of their problems, because they still need to acquire food, and for that they mostly do have to go up to the surface. Some of their weakness is mitigated by sheer numbers -- they have a lot of kids to offset the high mortality rate. However, to further increase the survival rates, the hamster demons also try and make contracts with some of the local liege lords or ruling clans whenever they expand into a new territory. In exchange for protection, they send some of their extraneous family members out as servants, to either cement alliances through marriage (that high fertility is helpful and was indeed the crux of Wife #whatever's acquisition in canon) or to work as diggers or even high-level architects.

As the like, twelfth son of the Hamster Demon chieftain, this is Airplane's fate. On the one hand he's highly positioned enough to get an education, and his plot knowledge helps a lot. On the other hand, he's not high enough in the hierarchy to be kept around, so it's either go work for some other clan or else risk his neck doing missions on the hostile and deadly surface. Neither seems great, but Airplane would rather try his luck as a sycophant than a warrior.

Luckily (or unluckily, depending on his mood when he thinks about it) when Airplane reaches sixteen years of age, it's around the same time that the Hamster clan's tunnels have expanded towards the Northern Desert. Airplane ends up being part of the "hiii~ pleasedon'tkillus let's be friends~" tribute to Mobei Jun's father.

Mobei Jun's father tosses him to Mobei Jun, so Airplane dutifully latches onto him in order to avoid being eaten by any of the other retainers. Airplane has been educated in various subterranean building skills and is under the impression that he's been given to MBJ in order to build him his own palace or something?

Everyone else assumes that the Hamster demon is a concubine.

Mobei Jun also thinks that's what he's been given, but he's too busy bristling in teenage offense at being given a concubine by his father to actually consider taking Airplane to bed. So when Airplane starts doing other things for him, he just sort of bemusedly lets it happen.

Gradually it becomes apparent that Airplane himself isn't interested in being a concubine. No. Clearly, this Hamster is gunning for future empress of the Northern Desert! How else would one explain all the lengths he's going to not only to win Mobei Jun's favor, but to secure his position and ensure his future rule? The system also wants Airplane to ensure the Abyss plot arc happens in the future, too, which means Airplane helps Mobei Jun win and instigate conflicts against the righteous cultivation sects too.

Obviously, Airplane wants power. Mobei Jun knows that if he gets an heir off of Airplane that will be that, the wily minx will use any children to secure his position, and MBJ is not convinced he could control himself well enough to prevent that sort of eventually. Airplane is fiendishly attractive, and he clearly knows it, and Mobei Jun is not sure if he wants to accept what increasingly seems to be the inevitable. He won't be a ladder for someone else's ambitions! But... as long as Airplane remains loyal to him, he will consider it. Even if Airplane never harbors any true affection for him, and simply considers him a means to an end. If, by the time he ascends the Hamster has not betrayed him or tried to elevate himself by flipping over this uncle's side, or seduced any of his other relatives or any of the highly-placed lords all salivating to steal MBJ's would-be empress, then Mobei Jun will grant his wish and make him the second most powerful demon in the North.

Airplane, meanwhile, just wants a snack and a nap. Maybe if he builds a secure enough fortress and amasses enough of an intelligence network and hoards a few advantages for himself, and figures out how to stop pissing off MBJ, he'll survive long enough to retire. Somehow.

[diver5ion]

[leashybebes]

Idk, maybe it is a little odd but "♟: Patching up a wound", if you want :)

may i offer you a little superhero au in these trying times? don't blame me, blame lou's goddamn superman jawline

"Buck, I'm sending someone to your apartment," Athena says, with no preamble.

"Uh…what? Who?"

"Don't ask questions. He needs stitches."

"He needs stitches? Shouldn't you send him to Hen or Chim or - or a hospital?"

"What did I just say about asking questions? Hen and Chimney aren't options. He should be with you in fifteen minutes. He'll have equipment, but get your first aid kit just in case."

"Wait, Athena - "

"Bye, Buck."

The night is as dark and quiet as it ever gets in downtown LA. Buck paces up and down the loft a couple of times, never straying far from the front door. Which is why he doesn't hear anything to give him any warning before there's a single, loud thump from the balcony, followed by a groan that's audible even through the closed glass.

By the time he gets to the door, a figure is pulling itself to its feet, using Buck's outdoor furniture for help.

What the fuck, Buck thinks, but opens the door anyway.

"Athena send you?" he checks.

"A lot of men fall from the roof onto your balcony?" A deep voice asks, sounding pained. What the hell has Athena gotten him into?

"Fair," Buck says, and hurries to get one shoulder under the guy's arm, hauling him further upright and helping him stagger inside.

In the light of the loft, he can see that the guy has some kind of cowl covering most of his face, just a strong jaw where a bruise is starting to blossom and a cleft chin and a pair of pink lips set into a firm line. The cowl is the same dark blue as the rest of his outfit which is some kind of…jumpsuit maybe, with flashes of silver at the wrists and - hooooooly shit.

"Holy shit," Buck breathes, unable to help himself. "You're The Pilot!"

"No autographs, kid."

"Athena hates you!"

"Sergeant Grant and I have a complicated professional relationship," The Pilot says, while Buck bites back approximately a million questions. "She said you would be able to help."

"I mean - I haven't actually given anyone stitches before," Buck admits. "But I've watched Hen and Chim - I work with them, they're paramedics - I've watched them do it like a hundred times. I don't know why Athena didn't send you to one of them…" he says, fishing a little.

"Long story," The Pilot says, and Buck helps him get seated on one of the kitchen stools. "You were closer."

"Okay," Buck says. "What's the damage?"

"Knife got through a couple of plates in the suit."

"Wait, this thing is armor plated? That's so cool!"

"Glad you approve. Here." The Pilot pulls at a previously invisible join in his suit, revealing a long gash across his ribs. It's bleeding sluggishly, not too deep, but the skin around it is angrily red.

"That might get infected," Buck says, chewing his lip.

"Need you to clean it. Please."

"Okay," Buck says. "Do you want some water?"

"That…would be great, actually."

He drinks from the glass of water Buck hands him while Buck works on cleaning the wound. He tries his best to be gentle but the guy doesn't even flinch. Which, of course he doesn't. He's a literal superhero. There is a literal superhero in Buck's loft and he can't help it anymore.

"I've seen you before," he says. "On scenes. I'm a firefighter."

"I know."

"Athena, right, of course." Buck washes his hands again and gets what he needs from the first aid kit.

"Before we get started, can I ask you a question?"

The Pilot shrugs. "You can ask."

Buck takes a deep breath. "Where do you get your suits? And why do you do this? And can you really fly? And what's your real name?"

Through the gap in the cowl, pretty blue eyes blink at him. "That wasn't a question. I can't tell you where I get the suits or what my real name is. I can fly light aircraft and helicopters but I can't fly fly. And I do this because people need help, and I can help."

"That's so cool. My name's Evan Buckley, by the way."

"Hi, Evan Buckley." The Pilot's lips curve into a smile for the first time. "Great to meet you. Now can you stitch me up before I bleed on your floor?"

[bvcktommy]

it's always i love you and never "leave." "huh?" "i'll tell everyone that you died in the woods. so you can go back to your brother and get to open a bar just like you've always dreamed of." "why?" "i don't know. maybe because you'd sacrifice a hand for me. or maybe because i've crossed your line. or because i... i like it when you're happy. just leave. go now before i change my mind. just go! that's an order!"

[hyakunana]

A Wizard and a Rogue walk into the Archive

[blackbatofel]

Bruce being grumpy because he needs to leave Clark's side while he's injured.

Then the moment he's back by his side, he acts like this:

He needs to be there to take care of his husband, okay??

(Superman/Batman #75)

[ganondoodle]

(concept 1)

(refined design)

more totk rewritten/botw 2 concept wips

im removing the mayoi (frogs in caves) bc i dont like how satori and its aesthetic was turned from something mysterious and otherwordly to yet another collectable-

so im turnign the frog idea into a single thing living in the underground as a counterpart to satori itself- perhaps it resides in a giant tree growing from the ceiling bc i ASLO didnt like how there was that at first cool looking underground tree with all the rumis (rabbit things) but then it was quite literally nothing (again)

this idea is pretty new so i am still working on the details, im all ears for suggestions :P

[nataliesscatorccio]

YELLOWJACKETS

[lulublack90]

Prompt 10 - Unrequited

@wolfstarmicrofic February 10, word count 491

Sirius was running full pelt down the fourth-floor corridor. He’d had a group of girls on his tail all day. McGonagall had announced that the next Hogsmeade trip would coincide with Valentine’s Day, and every girl in the castle, it seemed, was determined to ask him to take her on a date that day.  

He could hear their excited voices and shoes tapping on the stone floor as they followed after him. 

“Oh, hey, Sirius.” A sweet fifth year from Hufflepuff appeared from around the next corner. “I was wondering…”

“Sorry, very important Marauders business,” He panted as he ran past her. “Talk to you later.” He barely heard her reply of “Oh, okay, bye, Sirius” as he rounded another corner and clattered straight into Remus. 

“Oh, Moony, thank Godric it’s you. You have to help me; the girls have gone mad!” 

“Hi, Asher,” Remus waved at the little Hufflepuff who’d walked back the way she’d come and stopped when she’d seen them tangled on the floor. 

“Remus. Get. Me. Out. Off. Here!” He growled, and Remus’s eyes sparkled with mischief. 

“Should I tell her her love is unrequited, or do you want to do it?” He snickered. Sirius jabbed him in the ribs. 

“Don’t be a prat.” The sound of fast-approaching footsteps put Sirius’s teeth on edge. At least ten girls came around the corner. 

“Sirius!” They all said in unison. 

“Oh, this is just getting better.” Remus clapped his hands gleefully. 

“Shut it, Moony,” Sirius hissed. The girls began approaching them, blocking off half the corridor. He needed them to leave him alone. But what would make them stop asking him? Remus’s leg shifted as he tried to untangle himself from Sirius. Yes! That was it!

Sirius reached out and grabbed the front of Remus’s robes, dragging him close and kissed him enthusiastically. “Sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to knock you over. Are you alright?” He asked sweetly. He heard a few grumbles from the assembled girls, and then they began to slowly disperse. 

“Bye, Remus, bye, Sirius,” Emily waved at them. 

“Bye, Emily,” they said together. 

When the last girl disappeared around the corner, Sirius turned back to face Remus.

“Twat,” Remus breathed and pulled him in for another kiss. 

“Well, they had to know I had a boyfriend, or you might get jealous when that gang tripled in size before Valentine’s Day.” Sirius stood up and held his hand out for Remus.

“You know, that’s going to spread like wildfire,” Remus told him as he accepted Sirius’s help and pulled himself to his feet. 

“So what? I’m sick of hiding how much I love you. It’s time for us to have a little fun.” He grinned up at Remus, a weight lifting from his chest. No more hiding. 

“Yes, dear,” Remus chuckled, swooping down to steal a kiss before they walked hand in hand down to the quidditch pitch to watch James whip his team into shape. 

[neo-exploded]

kill them with bug spray ill make character sheets for em later

[shadystranger]

dying over how when sam feels helpless he calls for dean

[elodieunderglass]

It's a beautiful start to the easter hols in the UK, pray4everyone taking Parties of Kids into Nature (me irl) (fictionally, Charlie)

Here is a fictionalised account of a beautiful teaching experience that maybe hypothetically happened to my friend elodie once

Kid just had no thoughts in their head, swung it like a flaming sword, got a smaller kid in the eye. Beautiful. Epic. My - I mean Charlie’s - heart rate will probably get down to normal any year now.

[shanklin]

Stanford never became friends with Fiddleford.

Instead he got himself a different small friend group who cares a lot about him. At least about the Ford he pretended to be in college.

A kind, soft spoken formerly bullied genius who researches very dull stuff in Oregon and definitely not anything weird. Their Ford would never break any rules or ignore safety measures [unlike that other student they heard about during their college years.]

And then Ford stops answering their calls and loses his grant. 

It’s time for an intervention and they start pestering Ford with letters and calls until he finally agrees to meet them at a science convention, but he’ll take his brother with him.

They’re relieved! Ford is with Shermie! They like Shermie! It's a good thing that Ford still has one brother who isn't a good for nothing selfish criminal who destroyed his entire future!

If they ever get their hands on Ford’s evil twin they’ll make sure he’ll regret ever messing with their friend. Ford is too nice for revenge. They aren’t.

Meanwhile at the not-yet Mystery Shack, the Stans freshly survived their own angsty canon divergent tale of two stans AU and locked Bill out of Ford's mind like a week ago.

Stan: I don’t know how long Ford will keep me around but this will be good for him. He needs some friends to take care of him after I inevitably get kicked out again!

Ford: I only agreed to this because Stan insisted and I still haven’t found a way to thank him and apologize. I hope all my “friends” die in a fire.

[redbootsindoriath]

Once upon a time, ten years or so ago, I wrote a ridiculous children's book about a squirrel knight. To this day it's still the only book I've ever completed a full draft for, and I've considered editing it and seeing if I can't get it published someday, but I would like to have illustrations for it first. One of the problems I've encountered with that, though, is putting plate armor on squirrels. So if I have to suffer through drawing it then you guys have to suffer through seeing it.