#same goes for his missing gills

[dollypopup]

that 'have you ever been punished as a child?' line Pen drops hits different when you realize that in the books, Colin was horsewhipped by his father the morning before he died and then went to Eton where they literally had something called 'flogging Fridays' during the time he attended

like Julia, Miss. Quinn, what do you mean you just threw that information in as a random throwaway line that is never mentioned again? do you not realize how WILD that makes Colin's background?

He was twelve years old??? His dad saw him hitting Eloise and then horsewhipped him, and after horsewhipping his twelve. year. old. son. he then goes to comfort Eloise by taking a walk with her and the bee stings him and he fucking dies

Colin would be out here blaming himself for that death forever are you kidding me???? Wondering if he didn't hit his sister (when they're children playing together), would his Dad still be alive? Would he still have gone on that walk? Would he still have passed away as Colin sat sobbing in the stables, hurt by his hand?

And then he goes to Eton where the only time he had off was 3 weeks around Christmas, but still has to stay there, and 3 weeks in the summer when he can finally go home to Aubrey Hall?

This timeline is BONKERS. Like. . .we know Edmund dies not too long before Hyacinth is born, and she's born May/June. Colin's birthday? Yeah, it's in March. So you mean to tell me, the order of events of all this mess could be as followed: Edmund horsewhips Colin when he's 12 years old (sometime before March), he DIES that same day, Colin turns 13 (in March), Hyacinth is born (in June), and not a few months later Colin has to go to Eton (after the summer break. Social season is Spring and Summer, and ends either July or August, so let's be merciful here and say he leaves in August) and doesn't come back for an entire year?

You mean to tell me this boy has had what? Half a year to get over his father's death after he whipped him for a minor infraction and then he's waltzing into an institution where canings and whippings and floggings and bullying are the norm when he's a teeny tiny little boy?

How is this man not filled to the GILLS with trauma???? No wonder he's so close to his mum and listens to the women around him more than the men and never talks about his dad. And he still turns out so nice and empathetic and kindhearted? He still listens so much to Pen and is so gentle with her and has a good sense of humor and cares so deeply?

That man is never raising a hand to their children. He probably won't even raise his voice at their children. Oh my god.

[lemonwrap]

Okay, imagine: Merman Ghost and marine biologist Soap. 

Soap is a young, intelligent marine biologist who is invited to study a newly acquired mermaid. Of course, the species is not newly discovered, but, like great white sharks, its proven impossible to keep them alive in captivity for more than a year or so. They’re also difficult to capture in the first place, and the only reason Ghost had been captured was because he had been injured.

Soap is introduced to Ghost. The tank is barren, with no hiding spots and not much substrate, so Soap gets an eyeful of the beautiful merman in the tank. He’s huge, with a sleek black tail, pale, scarred skin, and a matching set of gills on either side of his neck. The other researchers think that the scars are from nets, or perhaps from attacks from other members of his solitary species. Ghost swims up to the glass to investigate Soap, which surprises the other researchers, who describe him as elusive and reserved. 

After being shown a tour of the facility, Soap gets started at his new job. His job is to study and observe Ghost, especially his behavior, so it’s no wonder that Soap ends up feeding him one day. Ghost pokes his head out of the water and watches Soap with sharp, intelligent eyes, but seems bored of the fish. Soap tries to talk to him, and Ghost is interested, but he doesn’t have the same vocal cords a human does, so he cannot speak like a human would. 

The next week, Soap goes out of his way to get some fresh, exotic fish from a market, which Ghost greatly enjoys, judging by the happy chirp he lets out. They grow closer. Soap even picks up a book on sign language and teaches both himself and Ghost so that they can communicate. Communication between mermaids and humans is unheard of, but Soap keeps it a secret because Ghost feels special to him. He knows he’s neglecting his work by not recording it, but he doesn’t tell a soul anyways. 

Once he has the words, Ghost tells him of many things, from the fact that he liked the exotic fish that Soap had brought him, to that he had been attacked by a shark before he had been brought to the research center, to that he wishes he had hiding spots, to that he misses the ocean. Ghost even comes up with special signs for their names. Soap gets him some accommodations, like a proper hiding spot and some plants for his enclosure, and tells him more about himself.

But as the time goes on, Ghost’s shiny scales grow dull, he becomes skinnier, his appetite lessens, his happy moods are much less frequent. Soap knows that his time is drawing near. It has to be. It’s been nearly a year of captivity, and the longest living mermaid in captivity had only lived a year and a half. 

So he hatches a plan. 

He stays late one night, and breaks Ghost out. He carries the merman out to his car and drives to the ocean nearby, and releases the ailing Ghost off of a pier. Ghost disappears in a flash, and Soap knows with an aching heart that he will never see him again. 

It’s a few weeks before Soap returns to the pier where he released Ghost. He feels torn between missing Ghost, and knowing that releasing him was for the best. And then he notices something. A dark shape in the water stands out to him, and before he knows it, Ghost is peering out of the water, frantically signing Soap to him and chirping happily. 

[intern-seraph]

twst biology lore and you

aka is malleus a mammal (and other seraph classics)

i have been Thinking as of late. about twst biology. again. i've already theorized about the surname practices of the briar valley fae and, of course, posed questions to my followers about what frog people would be and the implications of draconic fae being oviparous.

so, of course, i have come bearing the same questions and statements and analyses, but collated into a neat little post and with more up-to-date information. spoilers ahead, if that isn't clear.

sorry.

ON CLASSIFICATION: WHAT MAKES A BEASTFOLK A BEASTFOLK? A FAE A FAE? A MERFOLK A MERFOLK?

it is, on its face, easy to determine the line between merfolk and other humanoids in twisted wonderland: merfolk need to live in the water. everyone else does not. this covers all extant fish species, cephalopods like octopi, and any marine mammals.

cool. okay.

what about. amphibians.

are there frog people? salamander people? would they be classed as merfolk because their life cycles require a semiaquatic environment? would their young be born with tails instead of legs??? or would they be beastfolk, since adult amphibians are mostly terrestrial? (but in that case.. what about axolotls? they're fully aquatic due to maintaining their juvenile, gilled form even as adults)

the line between beastfolk and fae, on the other hand, is much more blurry. the primary characteristics that seem to be possessed by all fae are slit pupils, pointed ears, and large magical reserves that play an important role in maintaining their lives. they also have very long lifespans and accordingly age very slowly, but these appear to vary between different "types" of fae (bat fae, for example, tend to have a lifespan of around a thousand years, while draconic fae can live for many thousands of years). we know that (of the large fae, we're not going to go into the small fae folk of the faelands) there exist draconic fae (the draconia family and possibly another royal fae family from the land of red dragons?), bat fae (lilia), and crocodilian fae (the zigvolt family), but obviously there are more than that.

excluding bat fae, it might then be assumed that beastfolk are distinguished by inheriting traits from various mammalian species (see: lion beastfolk (the sunset savannah royal family), hyena beastfolk (ruggie's family and neighbors), wolf beastfolk (jack and his family), fox beastfolk (fellow honest/ernesto foulworth (why did they name him a real person name.......)), and cat beastfolk (gidel/gino)). HOWEVER. there exists. BIRD BEASTFOLK, as we learn in tamashina-mina/cloudcalling on the savannah when we meet kifaji/neji! this means! that the label of "beastfolk"!! does not just!!!! apply to!!!!! mammals!!!!!!!

after all.

as we all know.

birds are reptiles :)

anyways.

WHAT, THEN, DRAWS THE LINE? is it magical capacity? that would make sense when considering the existence of bat fae, as bats are mammals, which one might assume places bat people in the category of beastfolk. would that then mean that there are crocodile beastfolk in addition to crocodile fae? and then would that mean that some animal species just. cannot exist in both fae in beastfolk, like dragons? are they just... too innately magical to be beastfolk? what happens when there exist beastfolk with high magical capacity??? HELLO? IS THIS THING ON????

YANA. HOW DO YOU CATEGORIZE THESE THINGS. WHERE IS THE LINE, YANA. YANA TOBOSO ANSWER ME GOD DAMN IT.

NIPPLES, BELLY BUTTONS, AND OTHER DRACONIA THINGS

mammals quite famously have mammary glands. we're literally named after them, they're really hard to miss (usually. we'll get there.). all female mammals have them, many males also have them.

for most mammalian species, mammary glands secrete milk through a nipple. this goes for everyone except the monotremes, who are freaks that lactate via secreting it from their skin. monotremes do not have nipples, regardless of sex.

so, what are monotremes? in short, they are the only order of mammals that are oviparous, meaning they reproduce by laying eggs. as stated before, they lack nipples and instead secrete milk through their skin. there are 5 extant species of monotreme (4 echidnas and the platypus).

why am i talking about this, though. why do you need to know any of this.

because i need yall to understand how bizarre it is for a mammal to lay eggs!!! AND THE DRACONIC FAE ARE OVIPAROUS!!! this brings me to the haunting question... is malleus draconia a mammal. if he is, then is he a monotreme?

all oviparous animals (monotreme or not) lack a belly button by the way. the belly button, or navel, is essentially a scar left behind after the umbilical cord dries up and falls off/is cut. oviparous critters don't have an umbilical cord! anyways, does malleus have a belly button? DOES MALLEUS HAVE NIPPLES??? has yana toboso been covering up every inch of malleus' skin in all his outfits so far to avoid showing us his navel-less tummy?? was he excluded from the stitch event so he wouldn't have a nip-less groovy when all the other boys have nips???? i need answers. now.

SPECIATION, OR THE LACK THEREOF

the biological definition of a species is "a group of organisms that can reproduce with one another in nature and produce fertile offspring"*

with this in consideration, if beastfolk, fae, merfolk, and humans are all different species, they should not be able to produce fertile offspring across species lines.

this is, on its face, simple. they are so very different, after all!

... you may have noticed that i have avoided using the term "species" to refer to these different groups, aside from the animals the former three are based on. yeah. about that.

sebek exists. so do his siblings.

he is half-fae half-human. so are they.

if he and his siblings are able to have biological children of their own, this means that fae and humans are NOT different species.

okay, wow, what fucking gives, then? are beastfolk, fae, merfolk, and humans just... the same species?

i propose that they are.

consider the dog: we commonly think of dogs as being a separate species from wolves, yet wolves and dogs are able to produce fertile offspring: the wolfdog! this has led to wolves and dogs being classified more recently not as separate species, but as subspecies of Canis lupus (a common, extinct ancestor species).

I PROPOSE. THAT BEASTFOLK, FAE, MERFOLK, AND HUMANS. ARE THE DOGS TO EACH OTHERS' WOLVES.

THEY ARE THE SAME FUCKING SPECIES. THEY ARE ALL HOMO SAPIENS.

THANK YOU. AND GOOD NIGHT.

(* yes i know that the definition of species can vary and that people may disagree with a rigid interpretation or whatever. this is an analysis post about disney's villain anime boy mobile game Twisted-Wonderland i genuinely don't know why someone would expect me to engage that thoroughly in discussions of scientific semantics)

[iamthecomet]

could yoy do 22 and rulti?

In a rush of adrenaline from this list.

The first show is always a rush. Months of planning, of worrying. Of making sure every minute detail is right. Packing. Traveling. Something, inevitably goes wrong. Equipment gets held up. Someone is late. A bus has a flat tire. There is always a moment where Rain thinks–this is it, we won’t make it. 

Show time will come and they won’t be ready. But somehow–Rain suspects actual magic–they have had very few misses. And never because of the band, or a late bus. The itinerary is tight–they always make it. 

But the excitement, the worry, the nerves always make the first show feel like a miracle. They’re all rusty–despite months of intense practicing, or at least they think they’re rusty. Rain walk on stage and is sure he’s going to fuck it all up. He can see the same tension in everyone else’s shoulders. Dew, head down, eyes on his own hands through every single solo. 

Swiss, a little more feral than he needs to be, pent up energy needing to go somewhere. Aeon stiff and nervous. 

But they make it–of course they do. They always do. Papa flubs the words a few times–but that’s normal.

When it’s over, and Rain slips into place for the bows, he’s buzzing. Body singing with adrenaline, with excitement, with pride.  The crowd screams, hands up, faces wet from tears or sweat, and Rain feels the power of it. He swears his bones vibrate. 

They step off stage and before he has a chance to get his feet under him he’s being swept into a hug, pressed firm against one of the white-dark wall just behind the stage. He smells sandalwood, sweat, cedar. Swiss. 

Swiss kisses him over the balaclava first, like he forgot it’s there. And then overwarm calloused fingers are pulling it down and Rain surges up to meet him. Body humming, back arching up so their chests press together. Rain reaches up in search of  Swiss’ curls as Swiss licks over the seam of Rain’s lips. But all he finds his helmet. He grabs onto the side of it, holds Swiss as close as he can as their tongues slide together. 

Rain’s lungs scream for breath. He thinks, for a second, about unglamoring his gills just to keep this going for longer. Just so he can kiss Swiss for the whole night. 

“We did it,” Swiss whispers against his lips when the need for air gets to be too much. Rain gulps in warm, humid air. They press their masked foreheads together. Rain can taste Swiss’ lipstick, grease paint. His mouth is sticky with it. 

Rain nods, doesn’t want to talk–doesn’t really have words. Insead, he pulls Swiss back in for another kiss.  

[tobeywobey]

this is me asking about your grandberry pirate gillion au :0

YESYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this spawned cuz of a swordfish supercut and also the joke lizzie made abt "you come on this ship you're my crew"

ok SOOO its canon-compliant UP until 53/57, around there ! gilly takes Not Ferin Well a whole lot worse, especially the almost jay betrayal! hes basically the same as he is in canon (atleast to jay and chip) but hes so upset over jay lying to them this whole time even after what theyve been through together. lizzie and caspian roll up on the half a ship and yk yk, gill goes to help and lizzie makes the "hes on my ship, hes on my crew" and. gill just thinks shes serious and hes shocked and then kind of relieved? he didnt know how to confront chip and jay about what happened on block and now he doesnt have to! and so he just. says goodbye to jay and chip and lizzie is like oh shit youre fr? ok welcome aboard. LOL .

jay and chip take this as well as youd expect! theyre obviously very betrayed and upset, and chip is mad at both gill but also Lizzie cuz in his mind she has just taken his best friend away from her :( they go their separate ways after an argument between all of them (mainly gill, lizzie and chip) and jay keeps trying to convince chip to go back, chip keeps trying to sail them forward and is even more deadset on finding arlin now (they drop off ollie way sooner, as soon as they get to zero-- which they leave for after allport)

gill would start to feel guilty but also the training hes doing with caspian and lizzie starts to help him, and hes also coming to terms with being in the oversea and in his mind the grandberry ship is helping him a lot!

anyways a lot of time passes, both ships go on canon-compliant adventures (HOWEVER. grandberry pirates fight off against the navy a lot more than riptide crew does in canon, so gill is also dealing with that .)

since it starts out near ep 50ish, its near ep 100 where they are reunited (in the black sea!) niklaus tempts lizzie (and by proxy the rest of the crew) by saying if they go and help him with what he needs (which is uh. gillion. its the same thing he wants gill to do in canon) that he will bring ava back (he can Totally do that guys.) and then he gets A BIT SILLY and goes to riptide pirate crew (atp theyd have all the normal npcs minus queen cuz that was all gillion's doing) and is like. Do you Want your Fish Guy? Hes somewhere in the black sea. find him for me and ill make sure he comes back to you guys . :D (he can also Totally do that.)

they meet in the black sea, have the same battle they did when they first got there (both albatross and grandberry together) and gill is still the one who saves jay which leads to sillyness ^_^ gill and jay . talk it out and whatnot, chip (once he stops refusing to talk to gill) and gill argue about it and have. surprise. another ice arena moment. theyre so insane.

---also extra notes--- :D

i dont exactly think hed say hes happier on the grandberry ship than with chip n jay i just . think hes definitely less worried about being the main protector? he knows caspian and lizzie can hold their own (not saying jay and chip cant its just .. you know..) and is living with a lot less stress and also has worked through undersea trauma like how he does in canon except with lizzie and caspian so . hes definitely living a better life, and if offered a place back on the riptide crew he wouldnt just abandon lizzie and caspian after all that especially cuz he still has lingering pain from jay betrayal ^_^

has lizzie/ava (past), swordfish QPR (i love them), liz/casp (QPR) (have you heard how caspian talks abt liz?), and uh........ yeah thats it.

also little idea idk where to fit in here . thinking abt gill missing ollie and chip (once theyve made up) being like "the three of us can go back to Zero and see him!" and gill is just like .. "chip this is my family now, im so much happier here than I have been (OUCH.) I can't in good conscious rejoin you as a riptide pirate after i've spent so long with as a grandberry pirate. However I would Like to see ollie." but both ships go and see ollie bc. yeah ^_^. chip is. devastated :(

hes much stronger and also slightly crazier! the navy trying to kill you will do that to you ^_^

i feel like i had something else to say but i forgot it.

[dailyanarchistposts]

Joy and the Spinozan current

To reduce these problems to a complete and final analysis would be to miss the point. The best thing would be an informal discussion capable of bringing about the subtle magic of wordplay.

It is a real contradiction to talk of joy seriously.

—Alfredo Bonanno[5]

Pursuing these questions took us on a long detour through a minor current of Western philosophy associated with Baruch Spinoza. Against the grain of European thought that sought to subdue life through rigid dualisms and classifications, Spinoza conceptualized a world in which everything is interconnected and in process.

This worldview meant that Spinoza was despised by most of his contemporaries, but his ideas have influenced numerous currents of radical theory and practice, including anarchism, autonomous Marxism, affect theory, deep ecology, psychoanalysis, post-structuralism, queer theory, and even neuroscience. We are drawing on a current that runs from Spinoza through Friedrich Nietzsche, Gustav Landauer, Michel Foucault, and Gilles Deleuze to contemporary radicals like the Invisible Committee, Colectivo Situaciones, Lauren Berlant, Michael Hardt, and Antonio Negri. What we have found exciting about this current is the focus on processes through which people become more alive, more capable, and more powerful together. For Spinoza, the whole point of life is to become capable of new things, with others. His name for this process is joy.

Joy? What? Doesn’t joy just mean happiness, with some vaguely Christian undertones? Later we’ll be more precise about joy, but for now we want to be clear that it is not the same thing as happiness. A joyful process of transformation might involve happiness, but it tends to entail a whole range of feelings at once: it might feel overwhelming, painful, dramatic and world-shaking, or subtle and uncanny. Joy rarely feels comfortable or easy, because it transforms and reorients people and relationships. Rather than the desire to exploit, control, and direct others, it is resonant with emergent and collective capacities to do things, make things, undo painful habits, and nurture enabling ways of being together.[6]

Moreover, Spinoza’s concept of joy is not an emotion at all, but an increase in one’s power to affect and be affected. It is the capacity to do and feel more. As such, it is connected to creativity and the embrace of uncertainty. Within the Spinozan current, there is no way to determine what is right and good for everyone. It is not a moral philosophy, with a fixed idea of good and evil. There is no recipe for life or struggle. There is no framework that works in all places, at all times. What is transformative in one context might be useless or stifling in another. What worked once might become stale, or, on the other hand, the recovery of old memories and traditions might be enlivening. So does this mean anything goes? People just do what they want? Rejecting universal arbiters like morality and the state doesn’t mean falling into “chaos” or “total relativity.” The space beyond fixed and established orders, structures, and morals is not one of disorder: it is the space of emergent orders, values, and forms of life.

[missaudreystiara]

Hi! I’m Miss Audrey’s tiara personified, but you can call me MAT (she/her) - thank you for stumbling across my slilly blog!

To paraphrase Hairspray, I watch Snowpiercer and do absolutely nothing else.

Lena Hall stan, #brakenight shipper, and occasional fic writer on AO3…

Very unlikely to get NSFW, but as I mostly post about an 18+ rated show (that contains adult themes), minors please DNI.

Outside of the Snowpiercer fandom, you may occasionally find me posting about other sci-fi, period, or queer fandoms.

In my personal life, I’m a primary school teacher by day and a drag queen by night (sometimes), so you could say that I’m the ultimate Miss Gilles/Miss Audrey combo! I love to read, but don’t often have as much time for it as I’d like too - same goes for swimming. I live with my incredible partner (or shipmate 🏴‍☠️, if you will) and the most badly behaved good boy of a cat you will ever meet.

Ask box/fic requests/messages welcomed!

Lots of love,

MAT 🖤❄️👸🏻

[the-guilty-writer]

Criminal Minds PRIDE Fics

Well, it's the end of Pride Month. Thank you to everyone who entered fics, new or old (or both)! This was my first time hosting a writing challenge and the amount of love surrounding it was truly incredible. From the range of writers who participated, to the the types of fics, it shows just how broad this community spans. I hope all of you are well, and safe, and know that you are extremely loved ❤.

This list is not exhaustive by any means. There are many other LGBTQ+ Criminal Minds fics out there, these are just the entries for the challenge. If you have a late entry (I know I do) don't be afraid to send it in! If you sent in a fic and it is missing, let me know that too!

Please let me know if you have issues with the accessibility of this list for any reason (I used fun colors again). I am happy to provide you with an accessible format.

(once again, my favorite CM Pride gif which is actually part of a set that I need to track down and reblog later)

Fics are under the cut!

Reader Insert Fics:

Note: I tried my best to indicate reader traits to make it easier to find fics. If you find any of these to be inaccurate, please let me know and I will edit it to be correct

Spencer Reid

(In)visible by @foxy-eva: (fem!reader, bisexual!reader) There are a lot of obstacles you had to face as a queer woman but you never thought that falling in love with a man was one of them.

Bigotry Kills by @staygoldsquatchling02: (trans masculine non-binary!reader) While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “less than himself”.

Ocean by @cinnamon-lesbian: (intersex!fem!reader) The reader can’t seem to love herself. Spencer lets her in on how amazing she really is.

I'd Better Ask Emily by Gill: (daughter!reader, lesbian!reader) When Spencer goes looking for your school notebook and accidentally reads your diary instead he goes to the BAU bisexual badass for help.

Emily Prentiss

Freedom-Seeking Hearts by @/foxy-eva: (fem!reader) For how much longer will Emily Prentiss and Fem!Reader be able to contain their freedom-seeking hearts?

Jennifer Jareau

Somewhere Underlined by @railingsofsorrow: (fem!reader) jennifer jareau would be the death of you someday, you know that and you'd probably let her. surprisingly, you weren't aware that you caused that same reaction on her, too.

Aaron Hotchner

So Much by Gill: (teen!reader) reader comes out to their dad as gay and his reaction is not what they expected.

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Character x Character Fics:

Aaron Hotchner x Derek Morgan

second chance by @masterwords: It's time for Hotch to tell Jack about his relationship with Derek. He's understandably concerned that it could go bad, but hopefully nothing some chocolate chip pancakes won't help. (Spoiler Alert: It doesn't go bad. There are some rough patches here but this is a story with a happy ending.)

Derek Morgan x Spencer Reid

Love can rise out of the ashes by @satchels-and-socks: Spencer is heartbroken after Maeve. Spencer locks himself away and becomes a shell of his formal self. Derek realized something and is determined to show Spencer that life goes on and how someone other than Maeve is truly in love with him.

Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss

The Way You Felt by @andiebeaword: While on a flight to help Spencer, exes J.J. and Emily ultimately come to terms with their buried feelings.

Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

Soft & Sweet by @/foxy-eva: A confession between JJ and Tara leads to a night full of soft and sweet moments. (includes smut, 18+, minors DNI)

Emily Prentiss x Clara Seger

I Felt a Million Things When I First Met You by @baubeautyandthegeek: The one where Emily finally comes clean about just how come Clara’s always so willing to help.

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

There Are Secrets That We Still Have Left To Find (on Ao3) by @starzzyeyed: Spencer Reid is seven years old the first time he comes out to anyone. Three times Spencer comes out, across three different points in his life, all with three very different outcomes.

[raindrop-21]

Day three of @cirrus-ghoulette 's whump month: Homesick

Cw: drowning, suicide, manipulation, hallucination, lmk if i missed any

Dew doesn't know when he started feeling this way. He's been fire for years now, why is he suddenly yearning for the water again? The water, the cool darkness only water ghouls can survive in. Yeah, he's swam, yeah his gills are still semi functional, but it's not the same. It'll never be the same.

He wants to go back to the water, permanently. He knows it'll kill him, but he wants to do it anyway. No he doesn't. He doesn't want to die, but the water calls for him, like a siren calling for a sailor, luring them to their death. Maybe he could talk to Delta, see if Delta deals with the same thoughts he does.

But he doesn't. He doesn't want to bother Delta. Maybe these thoughts will stop.

They didn't. In fact, they got worse every time he saw a deep body of water. The water sings a secret song that only he can seem to hear. It's hypnotic. It infests his mind, takes over his thoughts.

He starts to envy Rain and Mist, how they swim so freely, submerge themselves fully, touch the bottom of the lake. He wants to take their abilities from them, use them to go to the bottom of the lake one last time, but he won't. He loves the water ghouls, he couldn't hurt them like that. But if he dies he's only truly hurting himself right?

That's how he ended up here. By the lake. At four in the morning. Too late for any sibling to be up, too early for any ghoul to be up. Besides the feral ones that act as guards around the ministry at night. They wouldn't pay any attention to him though.

He walks close to the edge of the lake. Should he really do this?

Yes. The water calls to him, Come back to me. Come back home, Droplet.

That's all it takes before he's walking into the water. The water reaches his ankles and the sharp sting of cold hits him, but he tredges on. The water touches his belly button, he's used to the temperature. The water's up to his chin, he has one more chance to go back to the ministry, his “home”, but the water calls again.

Droplet. Return. Embrace your natural element, be reborn as what you truly are.

That's a lie, it's all lies. He won't be reborn, he'll die. But he listens anyway. He takes the final step; he's fully submerged, from head to toe. He can breathe through his gills, but just barely. He continues walking. He breathes through his gills, the remnants of them fluttering as if they never broke in the first place.

As he goes deeper, it gets harder to breathe, the pressure from the water pressing on his lungs. Once he fully reaches the bottom of the lake he feels at peace, but also panicked. He can't breathe, he wants to swim back up, get out of the water, but it's holding him down.

You can't leave Droplet, you've just returned. We won't let you leave. The water hisses at him.

The lack of oxygen in his body makes him hallucinate, see spirits of the water around him, pushing him down to the floor of the lake, making him lay down.

Welcome home, Droplet. The spirits giggle as they hold him down.

As his vision gets blurry he starts to regret this. As much as he loved the water it wasn't his home. His home was the ministry, with his pack, teaching Phantom how to be a menace, sloppy makeout sessions with Swiss, baking in the kitchen with Aurora, having the sweetest sex with Cirrus, spending time with his pack, hell, even being scolded by Copia. He made the wrong choice.

Somehow, even while being underwater, he can feel tears run down his face. He wasn't ready to die, he didn't want to die. There was still so much to do. As he feels his consciousness slip away, he feels something grab his hand. His vision is too blurry for him to see so he lets the hand grab him.

He doesn't know how, but he's on the dirt of the banks of the lake and there's a faceless ghoul next to him.

“It's not your time.” The ghoul whispers before disappearing into the darkness.

[ruckis--rookie]

You know what this has been shaking around in my head like a ping pong ball for a hot minute now and I'm impatient so you're getting a sneak peak: a scene from Order of the Stars. || Edit: Now that I've gotten a full 8 hours sleep I did some spellchecking and revisions. Fix ups in the future are debatable but not impossible; I like how this version turned out.

Here are some content warnings:

- grievous, untreated post-battle injuries

- borderline abusive villainous boss-lackie interaction (tbh a level below Darth Vader or BlackHat)

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The screen flickers a monochromatic grey, dimly highlighting anything that's in front of it. It's maker included.

Geragera sits in his desk chair, slouched in front of the over sized monitor with his chin wedged in the palm of one hand. The other lay sprawled out across the desk, the soft sticky flesh of his index finger rhythmically tapping in irritation to the same beat of an old ticking clock.

Every interval is a second passed. His gills flex as he exhales with exasperation. He's hunched so far over his own desk that his face threatens to graze the surface of the screen. He can practically feel the itch of the static electricity clinging to him. Leaned in as if to see, yet his mind isn't there at all. He stares through the monitor as opposed to directly at it with eyes narrowed in anger. The only thing that tears him out of his own thought is the sudden scent of dirt and iron that hits his gills when he goes to take another deep breath.

He's so deep within his own muddled mind that he almost misses the shift in the room as Baron makes his return from a harrowing defeat. Baron careens forward, his breathing rattled and shallow. He encroaches just near enough to where he can take a knee behind the chair his lordship lounges in.

As well as he tries to mask it, it's very clear his bow is a poor attempt to hide his own body collapsing under the weight of its own injury and exhaustion. All the while Geragera has yet to acknowledge him, or stop tapping his finger. Baron wheezes dryly before being able to find his voice.

"Lord Geragera Guffaw I... I have failed you... I could not complete the task you issued to me... I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

There's a long bout of silence, save for the unwavering makeshift metronome that is Geragera's digit. Baron clears his throat sheepishly and continues.

"He was a lot smarter than we anticipated... I did my best sir, honest..."

On that note the tapping stops, making Baron's heart sink into the depths of his stomach. He almost preferred if Geragera kept tapping. The silence creates tension so unbearable it makes Baron's insides turn. A feeling that worsens as he watches that chair make a slow turn to face him.

Baron's gaze very slowly falls to the floor the more visible Geragera is in his line of sight. Gera glares down at the dark outline of his ally, and then to his weary and frightened, red glowing eyes. His eyes meet Baron's with a piercing glow. Baron swallows hard, fearing what Gera may have planned for him. Gera's pupils shake as he stares down at him, as if trying to figure that out himself. He slides out of his chair and trudges in Baron's direction. Finally, he speaks.

"No, you couldn't have known. That's why I sent you out there."

His words did little to ease the tension. Normally any voice would be soothing after long awkward silence, but Geragera's words cut into Baron like a knife.

"You're one of my strongest forces, you know that?"

He reaches Baron fairly quickly, so when he runs out of walking room, he takes to circling Baron like a shark. It makes Baron curl in on himself, his nose touching the ground.

"You're gifted with the strength and power of a celestial body- a prince from the stars, capable of feats most can only dream of. You can make the shadows, dreams, and winds bend to your will and yet youuu..."

Geragera trails off, putting emphasis on the last word of his previous sentence. He falls silent, at least until he can wrap back around to Baron's upper body. Baron flinches when he feels the movement of Geragera's feet right next to his head. His breath is still. Geragera stares down at him with conviction.

Just as Baron eases up to regulate his breathing it gets caught in his throat as he feels Geragera's frigid hands reach past his chin and grab at the clasps of his cloak. Despite being the same size, if not a little taller than Geragera himself, he's easily hoisted to his feet.

"By a human."

He hisses and gets in Baron's face, forcing him closer as the grip on the chains of his clasp grow tight enough to make Geragera's hand tremble. He bares his teeth in a maddened grin so intensely that it becomes easy to see the blue of his gums.

"A human that has no special powers and owns an enchanted blade that he doesn't even know how to properly wield! You let yourself get beaten by a NEWBIE!"

Baron flinches from the intense scent of mint from Geragera's obsessive dental hygiene practice. His pearl whites are so reflective that even the only light source in the room, the computer, creates a noticeable highlight on his fangs. Baron's forced to steady his stance just as quickly as he's pushed back by Geragera giving him a harsh nudge. Geragera stares him down expectantly, as if waiting for him to make a case for himself. Baron's very quick to justify his own shortcomings, lest he be scolded for not speaking at all. The reprimanding was inevitable, he might as well skip a few steps.

"A-As I said he was a lot smarter and adaptive than I anticipated. In my defense I'm much better at spy work and undercover missions than I am at f-"

"YEAH ya made that pretty obvious with THAT sorry display!"

Geragera turns around with a growl and marches back to his chair, slamming down in it with all his weight before deflating into it. Geragera continues his rant as Baron stares on wordlessly.

"Where's the innovation sweetheart? How many times have I said it-"

He slaps the back of his hand with each syllable as he continues flipping his lid.

"-That strength and wit don't mean SHIT if you can't adapt!"

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, rubbing at his tear ducts in the process of frantically trying to calm himself down. Baron can't help but gawp on with bug eyes. Very rarely does he see his master get like this. Then again, it had also been a while since they had tasted bitter failure, as uncontested as Geragera went for what felt like years.

"...to your credit, you did manage to get me some intel. So did Omega when he lost. And Barnibus when he lost..."

Geragera shakes his head and allows his arm to flop onto the arm of his throne.

"I can't deal with this right now. Stop bleeding on my floors and go to the infirmary. You're dismissed."

He straightens up and turns the chair back around to face his desk. Baron gathers at least enough of a voice to murmur one last thing.

"Would it not be easier to get healing from you...? Our contract states you would take care of my needs directly and I think I may-"

"GET OUT."

Geragera slams a fist onto his desk, the cluttered mess on top of it clinking and clattering for all but a second as they hop an inch off the table. Baron takes the hint and stumbles out of the room just about as quickly as he can, leaving Geragera darkness. He looks back up at the screen, making out the shapes of Aleron and his partner in heroics through the electronic interference.

He unclenches his fist and glides his palm across the surface of the table until it finds its way to an audio knob. He fidgets with it. The speakers buzz and whir as he tries to fine tune it. He finagles the knob to a sweet spot where he can pick up on their cheering and gloating.

"Revel in your victory while you still can. With every loss I take I learn a little bit more about you. How you fight, how you think, how you act, how you talk. You have my attention... and I'll make you regret ever being put on the radar."

As he glares daggers into the screen, seeing the kindly looking hero's face makes his expression soften but just the slightest. He resumes talking to himself as if someone were there to listen.

"...Though, things have developed rather interestingly. Haven't they? I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't at least curious as to where this will end."

He gets a competitive twinkle in his eyes reflected by his goggles. Try as he might to fight it away he can't help but feel his lips twitching into a grin, and the hair on his neck raise in exhilaration.

"Will you rise and earn a seat amongst the stars? Or will you fall like your father before you? Can you be the champion for Neo-Earth The Savior could not? So many possibilities. So many questions. Regardless of the outcome..."

He clasps one hand over the other and rests his elbows on the desk, using that to prop his chin up. He looks up at the screen, the corners of his mouth curling into a twisted smile. He chuckles darkly while ogling the two rising stars.

"Now it's my turn to play~"

.....His brows furrow upon hearing a scraping noise, and the smell of sweet citrus. He swivels his chair around so fast that he nearly falls out of it, only to discover one of his own bots in charge of house maintenance having intruded and started scrubbing away the mess Baron had trailed on his way out with a scrub brush.

He peers at it with an incredulous expression. It looks up at its creator and gives a thumbs up with an open smile, looking so proud to be fulfilling its duties. Geragera exhales tiredly and slams into the back of his chair, the force slowly drifting him to face a wall that he purses his lips and squints at.

[symphonic-scream]

Anyways since I'm writing an au for once I think it's the perfect time to post about another

Persona 4 Magic au

So those of you who follow me or recognize me (hi!! Welcome back!!) Well you might say "Scream"- that's me, -"you have a Persona 5 Magic au, is this the same universe?" And my answer is

Uh. Sure. It can be I guess

Anyways let's talk about shit

Yu Narukami is a witch. His parents were both magic users, but had outer sources of magic. As a witch, Yu can cast spells and shit with the magic within him. His parents are going abroad for a year and send him to live with his uncle in Inaba, with a catch

His uncle knows nothing about magic, so Yu had to pretend to be a normal human for the whole year

He's never had to hide his magic before, so it'll be a real challenge for him. But, he's willing to try

...yeah it doesn't go well

When he shows up, he can already feel magic within the town. There are magical beings present and almost immediately, someone turns up dead in a mysterious fashion. No one else can see the gills on the woman's neck but him, or so he believes

Yu becomes fast friends with a few kids in his class that really stink of barely-hidden magic.

Yosuke Hanamura, with his prominent canines and his suspiciously homemade juice boxes

Chie Satonaka, with her boundless energy, knowledge of the moon, and her love of meat

And Yukiko Amagi, who stares so oddly. He doesn't have much evidence for her yet, but he will

Then, a third year turns up dead. Yu sees the little horns on her head when he sees her on TV the night before. Another magic person is dead.

Then, Yukiko goes missing, and everything gets started

Okay that's it for me talking like that I'll lay out what the plot is and what everyone is and shit

So basically. Adachi is a seer, a human who can tell when someone's magic, and he finds out that the entrance to Mirror Inaba is in the TV. Plus, every monster he tossed in, died. So he sets up a plot to get monsters kidnapped and shit cause "they're subhuman anyways, I should be allowed to have fun with them"

Yu Narukami is a witch, as I said

Yosuke Hanamura is a vampire! He was a born vampire, but his mom is human so. His traits are real watered down. He's fine in the sun and can eat small amounts of garlic, but he still drinks blood

Chie Satonaka is a werewolf! There's a small werewolf pack that's been in Inaba for generations, and she's a member. Born a werewolf, she's really connected with her animal self, and is in control during full moons

Yukiko Amagi is a Fox Selkie, but her coat is an abnormal colour due to the fact that her grandfather was a Kitsune. As a fox she's mostly dark red with a white belly, eyebrows, and tail tip, but her paws are black, as are the tips of her ears. She can make vague illusions, and her coat stays locked with her mother's at the inn

Kanji Tatsumi is half Oni. His mom is human, but his dad? Full Oni. He has an older brother that lives with his dad, since both of them can't hide their demonic traits. Kanji looked human enough as a kid, but he's just started sprouting his horns and his teeth are a little larger. Plus, he's real tall and big

Rise Kujikawa is a daughter of Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of Love, beauty, music, dancing, pleasure- you get the gist. Her mother is her birth parent cause I said so. Her grandmother is a potions master, and Rise has decided to learn the craft as well

Naoto Shirogane is the youngest of the Shirogane Animal Shifters. The bloodline has been watered down over the years, to the point where the only animal form Naoto can take is a snow leopard. His markings are closer to blue shades than whites and blacks, and there's a little butterfly spot right on his chest

And Teddie is from Mirror Inaba. He is the only conscious being there, and grants protection to the team when they go to save people. He's not sure what he is, but he looks like a bear. Maybe.

Anyways yeah. Monster crew. Please ask me about this I'm proud of it

[bulkyphrase]

Fluffy Steve Fest Rec List Day 5 - Bedroom

It's @fluffystevefest day 5! The theme for Friday is Bedroom, and after a short break from following the themes and prompts, this list is back on track!

These are a few of my favorite soft, bedroom activity-related fics.

Ground Me by @vassalady (Romanogers, Mature, 1,461 words)

Summary: When Steve needs to let go, he goes to Natasha, who takes care of him.

You’re My Medicine by @blossomsinthemist (Stony, Explicit, 11,691 words)

Summary: It was just that Steve liked harder kinks, and it seemed like the kind of thing that would appeal to the intense sensation play side of him, always pushing himself and looking for something to send him flying higher. It wasn’t the same as a flogger stinging over his back, but it was more intimate, more invasive, Tony figured—the same intensity, but in a totally different way, and maybe … gentler, softer. Something it would be easier for Tony to give him the way he wanted it, even the way he liked it. Written for Day Fifteen of Kinktober: Sounding.

The Ice in Windless Cold by Isagel (@isagelc) (OT6, Explicit, 11,883 words)

Summary: "I dream about the ice," Steve says. "About being in the ice."

Amenity by AccursedSpatula (Thundershield, Explicit, 3,891 words)

Summary: "If you truly do not desire this, then I shall stop. But otherwise, I have no qualms about offering you a bit of...comfort."

All Is Good That Is Desired by archwrites (Arch) (James "Bucky" Barnes/Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 12,920 words)

Summary: Steve gets drugged to the gills, and Peggy and Bucky have to deal with the fallout. Note: dubcon of the sex pollen variety, though it’s as consensual as sex pollen can get.

The To-Do List by @ipoiledi (Romanogers, Explicit, 4,088 words)

Summary: “Miss me?” “Yeah, actually.” Steve’s chest gets an inflating, happy feeling. “Oh,” he says, dumbly. “Me too. You want some coffee?” “How about liquor?” “It’s noon.” “No-o, don’t pull the Captain America face on me,” she says, grinning. “I know you. Come on.” “Yeah, what the hell. Fire up something trashy on Netflix.”

[bookworm-2692]

And my Life Tracker is (finally) updated to Session 6! Don’t forget to check out the posts for Session 5 and Session 4 here! And Session 7 here! And Session 8 (the finale!!!)

Close ups and details below the cut!

First of all, for Session 5 I left Scar’s time rolling even though he logged out. His time was not adjusted for that this session and he started close to 8 hours, so I’ve gone back and frozen his time to reflect that, hence the weird horizontal line for his time. He missed about half an hour there, so started Session 6 on par with Skizz.

Similar to Tango and Skizz in the Session 4 post, and Scar in the Session 5 post, there are a handful of people in the graph whose times are slightly different from what was shown on video, but I will justify them. 

First, have a zoom in of the last half of Session 5 and all of Session 6:

The bottom of this graph actually goes all the way to zero, so you can really see just how close Jimmy is now! Congrats Scott to somehow not dying at all. Impulse, Tango, and Etho were all dragged into being red names like I suspected, but Scott somehow managed to escape every death, and still has just under two hours to go before he’s red!

Bdubs and Cleo both killed Reds while being Yellow (Joel and Etho, respectively. rip Boat Boys lmao), as self defence. I went back and forth several times whether these count as kills to get time back. In the end I decided to credit them, since Cleo got the 30 minutes automatically, and it wasn’t removed. We don’t know if Bdubs got his 30 minutes (and I suspect not, since the way the death message was, I doubt it happened automatically, and I doubt he would have asked Grian for the time given how apologetic he was to Joel about it), but I think they either both should get the 30 minutes or both not get it. I’m happy to adjust it next week depending on what happens in Session 7, but for now they both get that kill credit.

The other major difference is Joel. He ends his video with a half hour less than what my graph shows, but that’s because when he killed Impulse and Skizz with a TNT minecart, he only gained 30 minutes for it, and not time for both kills when he should’ve. Impulse also got a double TNT minecart kill (on Cleo and Scar), but he he was only 5 seconds into being Red when that kill happened. Impulse argued that meant the first kill bumped him to yellow so the second one didn’t count. Originally I believed both should count, but upon further consideration... that’s the same line of reasoning they did for Joel’s Boogey kill in Session 2. So at least it’s consistent. Joel, however, was at under 5 hours when he did his double kill this session, so that line of reasoning doesn’t apply to him, and he should have gotten to just under 6 hours, rather than just under 5 and a half.

If they haven’t corrected Joel’s half hour he is owed by next session, then I will adjust these times accordingly... and then argue that this removes the erroneous extra half hour he got back in Session 2 during the Boogey kill so that’s in line with the ruling of Green names killing for every time after that. However, I’d prefer not to have to justify it that way, but we’ll see. 

Here also is the Session 6 only close up:

I like the way that other than four people crowding at just under 7 hours, everyone is at a unique time from each other. Scott is an hour and a half ahead of Impulse, and almost 3 and a half hours ahead of average, and 6 and a half hours ahead of Jimmy. Scott currently has three times as much time as Jimmy.

I suspected last week that as the majority of people dipped below Red, they’d drag the rest down, and you can really see the sharp drop from all three Yellow TIES. TIES started the session off with the most time on average, and are now in third place. Congrats to Mean Gills for being the only team whose average time never dropped below 8 hours - it’s a well done for neither of them dying, and for Martyn killing to gain time.

This graph is definitely a mess of lines, and I’m gonna spend some time seeing if I can toggle who you see on the graph, so maybe it’ll make individual lines easier to see. If I succeed, I’ll definitely reblog this with the results, otherwise we can still with this.

Now time for some data screenshots.

Session 5 (so you can see the changes for Scar’s time)

Session 6 first hour

Session 6 second hour

(Session 6 was too large to fit on the screen at once at the zoom level I was using, hence the split. Also, the fact that two hours and ten minutes of Session 5 is approximately the same amount of space as the less bloody hour of Session 6... yeah...)

And the entire six sessions entirely zoomed out!

Hope you enjoyed this! I’ll see you later with either more graphs if I can figure out the toggleable graph thing, or if I decide to graph the average times for each team (because I got the numbers and it looks cool so I need to see the graph now), or otherwise next week with Session 7! And hopefully Session 7 doesn’t take me as long, but given that everyone will be Red by the end of the session (unless Scott doesn’t die and *also* is Boogeyman and successfully kills someone... but given Scott is less than 2 hours from Red, and the sessions are minimum 2 hours long, he should end on Red), there is likely to be similar levels of chaos and carnage as Session 6, so we’ll see how it works out!

[nasuversekinkmeme]

Weekly Roundup: Prompts (June 19-June 26)

Fate/Prototype

Considering Misaya Reiroukanseems to have such an affinity for dogs - she seems to be the type to be into petplay. She and Ayaka should have some fun together.

Kara no Kyoukai

shiki imposing the concept of death onto the possibility of being cucked via mikiya framed as her cucking every azaka in every timeline at once

Tsukihime

Turns out the real reason we never saw the Aylesbury Valesti in the Original Tsukihime timeline was because someone built a Tesco's over the ritual point and the giant Dead Apostle Ancestors involved simply couldn't fit inside. Altrouge is not particularly happy with this development, of course.

Melty Blood

Since we have child Sion in FGO now, can we get something with Satsuki and Riesbyfe taking care of her?

Fate/zero

I want to see Iri in yoga pants but with her ass completely missing.

kerry summons his counter-guardian self , grail war speed run ensues. making this a selfcest porn with plot fic is optional

Fate/Stay night

fate stay night but instead of Shirou summoning Saber he summons Castoria. corgi moment.

Saber discovers there are effects to constantly gorging yourself on food, and begins to put on weight. Thankfully Shirou seems to be into BBW and not just UBW

Something with Arthur and Lucius Tiberius

Fem!Shinji from that one gender swap art of Taiga she was in the background of/Fem!Shirou from that same art

Fate/Hollow Ataraxia

Smut, necrophilia Angra has sex with Bazett's dead body

Fate/Extra

BB gets punished for her crimes (hacked to run Doom)

Smut, BB gets a computer virus! It's not designed for her OS, so it definitely doesn't do anything to her. ... clothes? What are clothes? She's never heard of clothes before, and if she had, she definitely wouldn't have ever worn them. They'd get in the way of her life's purpose of having a dick up her ass as often as possible!

Smut, Passionlip serves as the Comfiest Seat! Firm abs, soft pillowy chest to lean against, thick cock buried up inside her Master who's now stuck there and paraded around as Passionlip goes about her day like nothing is wrong...

Fate/Apocrypha

mordred should get to stab the people that misgender him.

FGO

Gudao and Ryougi Shiki go on a date (or what he considers a date) and the entire time Shiki talks about how much she loves Mikiya and how she hopes to see him again

Oberon, Castoria, and Muramasa are all handcuffed to each other for a week. Chaos ensures.

Smut, fergus n medb showing emiya some celtic 'hospitality'. while scathach watch. emiya might not survive the night. (framed as cucking cu)

Smut, Gilgamesh and Enkidu explictly framed as cucking Ishtar and being the original base for the concept of cucking as a whole

fou hunts merlin for sport and looney tunes shenanigans ensue

Smut, Dury gay sex with Karna and Ash. Or Arjuna and Bhima. Take your pick.

Smut, i need li shuwen training-turned-fucking ritsuka like i need oxygen. extra love for emphasis on the teaching element.

Wholesome fluff of Mephistopheles baking brownies with Grandma Europa

Jeanne crosses swords with an Avenger class Gilles, who was the result of an alternate history where he never killed any children but was framed by the church to discredit him due to being too strong of a supporter of the holy woman they executed

it turns out that Fou didn't accompany ritsuka & mash to Lb6 because of a hatred of fairies , instead , he got rayshifted to a singularity & now has to clear said singularity himself. since the grail at core of the singularity is his only ticket home , fou semi-reluctantly steps up as a master . note for the prompt filler : the servants & plot of the singularity are largely your call . and if you want to give fou his own mystic codes , i'd recommend fou's attire in the detective fou-mes CE to be his equivalent to ritsuka's atlas academy MC.

We all know how much of a raging mad-on that Penthesilea, the Berserker of El Dorado, has for Achilles. Which means that when Achilles winds up being summoned to Chaldea, the Master has the unenviable task of keeping Chaldea from being torn apart when Penth inevitably learns about her archenemy's arrival.

well parvati's screwed once Kali & durga are summoned.

gudako is trapped in a singularity/lostbelt/situation which can only be escaped by relaxing and taking at least one goddamn break

magi mari handshake event for romani's birthday(he does not question how she got into chaldea in spite of the incineration of humanity or where merlin has gone)

the real dobryna is summoned to chaldea. and turns out the reason he's in the pretender class is because he's not actually a kemonomimi servant , dude's faking it b/c he feels out of place in his family. gudako , upon learning this information proceeds to go get this guy therapy , even if she's gotta carry him to the office herself.

Morgan and Castoria discuss whether the two of them having sex with each other counts as Selfcest or Incest with Guda(gender irrelevant), before saying fuck it and going whole hog without a care. Guda can either leave or join, doesn't really matter.

Gudao crawls into Passionlip’s breasts during a high stress situation and just relaxes, Passionlip covers for him until he’s ready to come out

Da Vinci, Solomon, Sheba and Merlin/Magi Mari all in a polycule

Smut, Melusine after getting caught out in the rain has to ask for help from Barghest to get through Chaldea with her now soaked and transparent clothes. Barghest however now has to deal with the ungodly primordial urge to FUCK her with her cock. Up to the writer if she gives in or not but bonus points if Melusine turns out to be into it and makes it harder for Barghest to resist.

guda after years of training in magecraft manages their first spell: penis blast

Either Morgan somehow makes it back to her Throne at the end of part 2 and ends up slaughtering all the traitors who attacked her in her throne room, before promptly saying "Hey sorry" to Guda and Castoria before they all try negotiations again and work something out. OR. The summonable Morgan sees what the fuckers did to her lostbelt self as well as her adopted daughter, and, with Guda, Castoria and the rest of Chaldea as backup, goes to fuckin town on the fuckers. Neither of these would stop what happens next, but it'd be cathartic.

Koyanskaya of Light is summoned to Chaldea by Ritsuka Fujimaru. However, she got summoned WAY too early, and now has to assist her new Master in preventing the incineration of Proper Human History and resolving the Seven Singularities. This would be a lot easier if she didn't have to constantly worry about her lies about being one of the Tamamo Nine being exposed, or accidentally causing a time paradox or creating a Singularity out of this timeline due to acting on her knowledge of the Future. TLDR; Koyanskaya's misadventures being summoned by a newbie Master. For bonus points, because Alaya CLEARLY has it out for her or something, newbie!Ritsuka somehow also manages to summon both Ashiya Douman and Rasputin, so now Koyanskaya has to keep her coworkers from causing all sorts of mischief, which is distressingly often.

Paper Moon!Lev summoned Lan Ling because he was secure enough in his heterosexuality that he would not be effected by the servant's famous beauty. He was wrong.

in honor of melusine and barghest proving the servants do eat the mats you use on them (or at least some of them), servant mukbang serving embers and such. any servant you want and the stuff they need but i would like to see it. hear what they think of this stuff

Beast Guda but they're not a threat to humanity because their servants become their impulse control and push them away from any ideas that screw over humanity. For example, Guda: "With the amount of grails we have on stock I could wish for paradise for humans!" Morgan: "My husband. You forget those grails are for Melusine and Jack." (They're not she's making it up) Later... Guda: "I'm off to make a singularity to test some things out." EMIYA *with a spray bottle*: "oh no you don't! Oh no you don't!"

The otaku Servants are arguing over whose taste in anime is superior, and things are getting violent. Gudao is called to intervene, but he instead makes things worse because one of those HEATHENS had the gall to insult one of his favorite mecha anime. One thing led to another, and now Chaldea has weekly anime marathon nights, much to the bewilderment of the staff. Unbeknownst to everyone else, this was all planned out from the very beginning, and Gudao was in cahoots with the otaku Servants the entire time.

During a mission with Guda, Saber Gilles is ordered to protect some civilians that are under attack. One of the civilians includes a child, who thanks the servant for saving them. This gives him a lot of mixed feelings.

Smut, Koyanskaya and Murian hot sex. Who says that pleasure can’t mix with business? Bonus points the furrier and larger Koyanskaya is in comparison to Murian tiny body.

Summer Kiara learns that's not what people mean by "fuck the police".

FGO, again

Baobhan Sith was already blindsided by Morgan being married to Guda, but she was especially not prepared to suddenly get a stepsibling, let alone Jack the Ripper. Bonus points for her coming around in the end and loving her little sis.

incest, Can I ask for some Morgan/Baobhan Sith? It doesn't have to be healthy or even requited, I just want fucked up fairy incest.

Blackbeard gets shot out of the chen gong cannon and dies to death

The various child servants (Jack, Paul Bunyan, Voyager, etc.) plan and have a tea party picnic! There's implications of some kind of Abject Chaos in the background that goes uncommented on because the kids aren't involved and are too busy planning their picnic to care.

Mash/Morgan reunion fic but the reason Morgan remembers Mash is that no one else eats her pussy the way Mash does.

Smut, I would give anything to have Guda and Kama gentle/tender sex because that feels accurate for them

Smut, Quetzalcoatl dicking Kukulkan down and Kukulkan laying eggs afterwards

via intense training chadbeard our best bro figures out how to erase shitty memebeard lolicon dirtbag from all realities so we never have to deal with him again

Any fandom

the servant install system from prilya was severely underutilized.

In the vein of legendary machines coming back as Servants, the Titanic comes back and sees this shitshow.

[chupenguin]

Hi! I have been desperately wanting a skk figure skating AU and was expecting I’d have to write it myself but then I found out you have one! Please take this as an invitation to ramble about it, I am listening intently and taking detailed notes like this is a college lecture.

OMG HELLO

1st of all you must know that i actually have 2 versions of this au: skk medal count goes more or less the same but there's a diference

The au I have more worked and developed is a figure skater chuuya only, he's the skater, Dazai is his #1 fan and best friend since dippers, he ends becoming a teacher but he quite likes music, so some times he makes the arrangments for Chuuya's programs

That one is a simple one, Chuuya is adopted by Verlaine when he's 4 or 5, Verlaine is France top skaters, but he suffers an injurie during Torino 2006 and had to retire, so he become Chuuya coach

I love figure skating, I follow it all season so I know more or less about how ISU works and I wanted to keep it more or less realistic: under and over scorings, disliking some music, styles and all that

The only thing I'm more or less ignoring about the ISU is that here they're transfrindly weeeeeeeee Chuuya is trans here

Anyway back to the details Chuuya is also inspird by Yuzuru Hanyu, I'm biased and I'm not sorry

He wins a lot, gets a lot of world reconds and, since he's my fave and this is my self indulgent au, 3 consecutive medal titles: 2014, 2018 and 2022

He'll retire around 26 or so, becuse his style is really agresive, like he has a good technique and he takes care of his body, but he's been hiding injuries and trying quads since his junior days

he's such an artistic skater, deep edges, can do figures, so so so flexible and adaptable... he knows ballet, so he's really a pretty clasic 90s like skater, but with a punk side

Well, you've already seen my post about his programs: he chooses the music he wants, not the one the ISU would like to hear

This happens because, when he was still a junior, he made a deal with Verlaine: If i win the gold at junior worlds, I get to choose my music ALWAYS

AND HE WON

oh and kouyou also trains him, she's his choerographer

but like his brother he gets a bad injury during the Olympics, hide it, and it gets worst at words, so he needs surgery and he takes a whole year to heal

anyway after retiring he goes into coaching, and skk get to get marred and have a kid

also he's terrible at intweviews during his whole carrer, he doesn't have a filter

and he's plushie is of course a tinny dog

The other au is: ice dancers skk

because listen, I love ice dance, and I've been in this fandom since 2016 so you know, the moment i sat in front of my TV watching VirtueMoir skating to Moulin rouge I KNEW THAT WAS SOMETHING MEANT FOR SKK

I know dazai is strong, but I choose ice dancing for them instead of pairs becase I still think that, even if he's strong, Dazai is quite lazzy

They're insane in ice dance, they lifts are, so SO SOSOSO ACROBATIC, they're so in sync that it's scary

also win a lot, they retire a little latter becuse ice dancing is """""easier"""" so they stay in top until their 30s and retire

and well, the kid happens here too because it's my other self indulent thing, he borns during the covid seaons, so they only miss a season and half as they recover and adapt, do a few more seasons where a whole horde of uncles and unties take care of the kid while his parents win medals, and when they finally retire, it's in part so they can foccus on the family they're creating

oh and this chuuya (because i can never leave him alone) gets a small plot of having fribromialgia

the diagnosis is actually what makes skk switch from pairs to ice dance, so it won't take such a tool in chuuya's body

inspiration?? VirtueMoir, SuiHan, Smart/Diaz, Sara/Kirill (can you tell I love pair events???) they're so elegant

Like Poirier/Gilles?? I may have not liked them this season, but the last ones??? the elegance in their Vangoh one?? god insane, i want that for skk

they're elegant and risky and bold, as they get older they lean more in the Daisuke/Muramoto style, older figure skaters everyone looks up to and everyone loves

they're glued by the hip, never seen apart

The base of this one would be their kid in the futyre giving an interview about his parents, like a 10 aniversary thing of skk first OLympic medal, and we'll see their storie like a docuentary

(this is fun because one scene is the reporter showing an old video of skk to the kid and the video is an interview that goes like:

Reporter would you like it if your kid become a figure skater?

skk: no, they would like a sport easier and more natural for the body for the kid.

cut back to the kid in the docomentary sayinf that teehee, he did become a figure skater in the end)

and well that's more or less everything

SORRY IF IT¡S TOO MUCH

also my dms are open if you want to talk

[dapper-shipping-forever]

There was only one bed

AnD thEre wAs OnLy oNe BeD

An amazing achievement in self indulgence.

Gillian was simply glad they'd found a room in the first place tonight; the only inn in.the whole town was nearly totally full, except one room. What caused her more conflict, was that this room only had one bed. Not something she'd be worried about if it was just her, no, right now she wasn't alone.

Her frequent traveling companion, Vash the Stampede, stood awkwardly beside her. He flexed his hand on the strap of his travel bag. Each time he opened his metallic fingers, he looked like he was about to say something, then his words fizzled away before he dared to actually open his mouth to speak.

When Vash finally did speak, it was a quick, decided statement. "I can just camp outside tonight." Followed by a quick spin on his heel to walk back towards the inn door behind them.

Gill was quick to snatch out her hand, grabbing the sleeve of his giant jacket, at the same time she blurted out her protests. "Wait ! No, no why would you do that? It's alright, Vash." She pulls his sleeve with both her hands, stopping him in place there.

Shyly, he turns back towards her, and she let's go of his sleeve as he faces her. His head turned as to not look directly at her, his eyes cast somewhere on the floor across the room, maybe he found a particularly interesting spot. "But," He pauses. "I'm not gonna make you share a bed with me." He brings his hand to scratch the back of his neck, looking like he's actively making sure he's not looking towards her; she sees a faint blush creep to his cheeks as well.

"You're not making me." She sighs, giving him a sweet smile. "Look, it's not an issue; we've slept next to each other before while camping, it's like the same thing. There's enough space where we can have room, too. It's big enough for the two of us."

Again, he hasn't looked at her since turning around. "I'm not sure about that."

"It's going to be freezing camping out there tonight. If you do that, I wouldn't be able to get any sleep in here anyway, worrying about you out there. Please, won't you stay, Vash?"

She grabs one of his hands in both of her smaller hands, and looking at her gaze at him when his eyes finally slide back to her, he can't refuse those puppy eyes she gives him.

His shoulders slump, arguments defeated, and he sighs. "Alright, as long as you're comfortable doing this." He turns away, avoiding her piercing, earnest look. "We should get ready for bed; you want to shower first?"

"No, you go ahead." She says.

He just nods, and they both separate to different parts of the compact room. Gill goes to the single bed, plopping to sit on its edge and bouncing a little as she disturbs the surface. Vash is near the bathroom door, getting ready for his shower. As her eyes drift to Vash, Gill finds herself drawn in to watching him. Instantly she's captivated by the simple ritual he does. Taking off the bulky shoulder guard he wears, slipping off his heavy coat. The way he unbuckles his holster from his thigh and steps closer to set it gently upon the bedside table. His slender, deft fingers undoing the laces on his boots, and the motions of him pulling them off with care. Her eyes follow those casual motions, as he sheds his outer layers and becomes in a way, more vulnerable before her; when he slips his glasses off his face, folding the sides and settling them beside his gun, he looks softer. She sees with her eyes what she knows is inside him underneath the guise of the feared Stampede, just a boy. One simply misunderstood by most others.

His eyes slide to her, and he tilts his head to the side, making his hair shift across his face. "Aren't you going to get ready?"

She slams back into her body, out of her dreamy viewing of Vash's body. "Ah. Yes ! Yeah, I should." She bends to first start pulling off her boots, setting them both aside nearby.

She misses Vash's eyes on her. Layers of her outer clothing coming off.

She looks back at Vash as he coughs, watching him ruffle the back of his blond hair. "I'm gonna shower now. I promise not to take too long." He says. Soon he's closed the door behind him, and after a pause she hears the shower turning on too.

In the empty room, Gill can finally let her shoulders relax, and her mind takes off like a runner at the sound of a gun. The flustered feelings she pushed aside watching Vash get undresses rise now, and she puts her elbows on her knees and hides her face as a blush appears on her cheeks. Yeah, what she'd told him was true. She'd much rather they sleep in the same bed than have him camp outside alone; it's perfectly alright with her. What she hadn't said was how the thought of sleeping inches from him filled her with images of feeling his broad, warm chest under her fingers and the blurred lines between them when their limbs tangled together; that she'd imagined cuddling with him many times before.

They'd already slept next to each other dozens and dozens of times. Camping in the sand, their sleeping bags started feet from each other, now more like inches away, and when the desert nights felt frigid they have slept essentially cuddling each other; Vash would wrap his muscular arm around her and keep her folded into his side to make sure she stays warm. This shouldn't feel any different. But it does.

Sharing a real bed, sleeping beside each other under one blanket, the heat of their bodies mixing, her face is nearly aflame. She can't just say she's just alright sleeping on the floor after promising him it's not weird. How is she supposed to share a bed with him when she's totally fucking in love with him.

Showers around these parts are always short; it's only a brief bit later she hears the water shut off. The sounds of Vash shuffling behind the door follow in the quiet. He opens the door, clothed in his simple concealing sleep clothes hanging loosely around his body. The way his wet hair hangs on his face does, decidedly, nothing to make her any less flustered. But she sits upright and gives him a smile, shoving away her impure imaginations.

"Shower's yours." He says, smiling softly at her.

"Thanks !" She says, almost too quickly, and hops onto her feet off the mattress. She has to walk by him, after she grabs her sleep clothing, and she's not sure if the subtle tension is just from her.

As soon as the bathroom door is closed, she sighs, her hands pressed flat on the cool surface. She can't keep getting flustered by him, not tonight; she can't risk Vash seeing and getting uncomfortable. But he's beautiful. Inside and out. It's impossible for her to not think about him; whenever she's near him, it's like he's her center of gravity. Every movement from him draws her eye and keeps her enraptured. The image of him with his hair wet and doe eyes gazing at her reentered her thoughts, and she thumped her head on the door, biting back a noise.

"What was that?" Vash called from the bedroom.

"Nothing !" She called back quickly. She sighs, stepping back from the door, shaking out her hands as she turns around. Taking her shower gives her a couple minutes to settle her nervous energy, but as she's dressed and about to reopen the bathroom door, she feels some of it returning, thinking of him waiting out there for her. Maybe he's already asleep? Would she be disappointed if he is?

She opens the door, and he is wide awake. She's not sure how that feels. But he is sitting at the edge of the bed, cleaning his gun. His head raises when he hears her step into the main bedroom, and again that boyish, warm smile shines onto her. "Hey."

"Hey." She says. She swallows some nerves, and walks to the bed, grabbing her own guns she'd taken off.

The next several minutes are quiet, the only sounds are the metallic sliding and clicking of their guns. They both sit and clean their guns, not quite side by side but she feels him next to him more than see him as she focuses on busy work, him on the side of the bed and her on the foot. Funnily, she realizes while cleaning, that Vash should've been done long before her by this point; he has one gun while she has two to maintain, plus he started before her. But his practiced movements are slow, and it almost looks like he's pretending to clean it, watching him out of the corner of her eye. Is he nervous? Does he not want to talk to her right now? Vash wouldn't avoid her like that.

She goes on autopilot to finish cleaning her guns. There's a stretch of a couple seconds where they're both just sitting there, guns set aside, twiddling their thumbs. Neither is sure how to transition into bed time from there. Gill could say something right now, but what should she? Can she just say, let's go to bed? That could sound like she's suggesting something more ! Maybe? She's never shared a bed with someone before ! How does she do this stuff? She breaks the silence by sighing.

That gets Vash to look at her. "You tired?"

"Huh? Uh, yeah, kinda." She chuckles. "Are you tired?"

Vaah nods, shifting on the bed. "Same. Let's get some sleep." 

When they've finally shifted into place on the bed, both of them moving slowly and somewhat awkwardly dancing around each other to get comfortable, they are back to back. There's as much space as the bed allows between them, a small couple of inches that Gill can feel his warmth seeping across to warm her. 

"Good night." He whispers.

"Good night." She whispers back.

—

Warm sunlight on her face starts waking Gill; she scrunched her face, not wanting to be dragged out of her night's sleep this easily. She groans; if she stays laying her, she might fall back asleep for a bit right now.

She shifts in place to get comfortable, and the hard surface along her back stops her from moving too much. That's when she realizes there's something besides the blanket covering her right now. Her eyes fly open now, but seeing isn't necessary to know who's arms are wrapped around her waist, who's chest is pressed flush to her entire back, and whose breath tickles her hair as his face buries itself into the top of her head. She clamps her mouth closed to avoid squeaking as she feels her face get washed in an intense blush. When did he do this? By the way he's just laying there, it's obvious he's currently sleeping. Did he do this fully asleep? That's pretty sweet, but now what does she do about it? Should she wake him? But he usually wakes before her and he could use some more sleep. She breathes deeply. It feels good. Having his arms around her feels simply incredible. She wants them to stay. She wants to just continue to feel him pressed to her and holding her like she's the most important thing in universe. If he did this unknowingly, though, he probably wouldn't like her taking advantage of this.

She shifts a little, trying to see if she can wiggle out of his iron grasp. It accomplishes something rather different. He let's out a sigh, tightening his arms and pulling her ever closer. His legs move too, bending at the knee and looping with her's to tangle them together. She's already flustered by this, then his head moves too, as he stretches his body briefly. His face nuzzles lower, and for a couple seconds she feels his lips graze her bare shoulder, breath sending tingles along her spine, then he's back to holding her securely in his arms. His body is like a protective cage, and the way he cradles her gently and securely makes her just melt; he has almost completely surrounded her physically, but in all other ways she is submerged within him. Everything she is finds solace within Vash, and being held in his arms is what makes everything feel at home. She can't make herself move again. She's selfish and a terrible friend for indulging herself this way, but she lets herself be held by Vash, just to feel his love warmer than the sun.

They lay that way for a while; Gill stays as quiet as possible, her soundtrack Vash's soft breathing. The rising and falling of his chest moves on her back, and occasionally he shifts slightly though his hold never loosens. She's honestly just glad Vash seems to be sleeping sound as he is; she's seen him on the nights where the things he's seen keep him awake at night, and the pinching of his brow when he does fall asleep that way. She can't see his face right now, but his body feels relaxed. Taking a small risk, she moves one hand to wrap it around one of his on her torso. She moves her thumb slowly across the back of his hand.

Eventually, she becomes distracted in her daydreams enough that when Vash starts moving again it startles her; and this time it's not the sluggish stirrings of someone who's sleeping, it's the intentional stirrings of someone waking. Panicking, she freezes. What's he going to say if he realizes she's been awake this whole time? Does she pretend she just woke too? He wouldn't believe that, maybe? Not knowing what else to do, she quickly closes her eyes and makes herself relax to pretend to be asleep. A few minutes of waiting, trying to stay as steady as she can. She hears a tired groan behind her, and his arms flex and try to move around her. Then he freezes. Suddenly, his body quickly pulls away from her's, and she at once misses his warmth; based on the dip in the mattress, she figures he's sitting upright now. He isn't moving any further than that, and she starts to get restless just laying in place. She can feel his eyes on her, and she only hears some soft rustling behind her as he moves. Then, almost making her jump from surprise, she feels his hand brush some hair away from her face. His motions are soft, slow; his fingers barely brush her face as if he's trying his best not to wake her. His hand lingers, and another couple minutes of fighting to not move an inch, the mattress does move again. She feels him lean closer, and before she can question what he's doing, she feels a gentle touch on her head. Vash places a soft kiss on top of her head; only lingering for a couple seconds, she has to bite the inside of her cheek to ground herself. 

When his weight leaves the mattress, she keeps herself from moving. When she hears the movement of clothes and the sound of the bathroom door closing, she dares not to move. It's only when she hears the sound of the room door open and then close that she instantly flips and smashes her face into her pillow, groaning into it. What was that ! The touch? The kiss? He just did that? Her face is practically burning as she kicks her feet in the air behind her, disturbing the sheets around her. It takes a couple minutes before she calms, lifting her face slightly from the pillow. It wasn't enough that he had to cuddle her in his sleep, he had to be soft and mess with her l emotions further. He must have no idea how she feels about him, because he's not that cruel to do that to her knowingly.

She forgot to pay attention to how long Vash was out, and she jumps upright at the sound of the key in the door. Quickly, she tries to look normal, like she just woke, desperately fixing the blanket. When he opens the door, Vash's face lights into a gentle smile seeing her. If she's not mistaken, there's also a faint blush. He's holding a brown bag full of something in one arm.

"Good morning. Sleep well?" He greets.

"Yeah." She has to cough to try and rid how awkward she sounds from her voice. "Where'd you run off to this early, mister?"

He seems to remember the bag he's holding, gesturing to it with a shift of his arm. "I got us some breakfast ! It's nothing fancy, but I figured you'd be hungry when you woke."

If any part of her had felt frustrated by his obliviousness, it's completely overruled by the feeling that sentence gives her. Vash is always thinking about everyone around him, but everytime he cares for her specifically she feels like she could just curl into a mushy ball.

"Thank you, Vash." She says. Patting the bed next to her, she invites him to sit on the edge with her and eat.

She won't say anything about what he did, and he seems to be silent on it as well. That's alright. Delving too much into that could reveal more than either of them are ready to admit to the other. If they stay like this, traveling companions and loyal friends, nobody can get hurt.

They enjoy their breakfast together, lit by the morning sunlight from the window. Laughing and talking between bites, the complicated feelings they both felt today are forgotten just for right now. Both are just glad to have each other.