#this bracelet thing is getting out of hand

[arietem]

you're a damn fine bartender

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: after your first meeting with jj leaves you aching for more, you find yourself at the country club where jj is the bartender

this is part two of you + me + the bathroom all thanks to @angvl3tears, much lovee darling

smut and suggestive content

You are at the country club, absent-mindedly twirling the straw around your drink, bored out of your mind. Usually, you're not one to hang out here, but every once in a while, your mom drags you here to show face. Whatever the fuck that means.

You are seconds away from excusing yourself to the ladies' room when you look up and, well, well, who do we have here? JJ Maybank, working the bar. Now that you really think about it, you have heard something about him being the bartender here. Maybe that's why you didn't object too much when you were ordered to come along with your mom and her fake friends.

"I'll just go get a refill," you say, motioning to your glass as you get up from your seat. There's no response as everyone is seemingly very interested in this year's landscaping trends. Whatever, it's even better if they don't notice you're not there.

Deciding to just go for it, you make your way toward the bar, fluffing up your hair and straightening out your shirt as you go. For days after that fucking party, you couldn't get his face out of your mind. His blissed out expression as he was cumming inside you was tattooed on the inside of your eyelids.

JJ is cleaning something behind the bar, his back to you. He seems to be focused on having the glasses be the shiniest they've ever been because he doesn't hear you walking over. You take the stool in the middle and cross your arms on the bar top, the leather beneath your ass feeling stiff.

"So, what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" you say with a playful tone, flashing him your sexiest smirk when he turns around. JJ's eyes widen and sparkle in recognition once he takes a good look at you. His white work shirt is cuffed to the elbows, exposing strong forearms. This time, his messy blond hair is lightly slicked back, restrained to be up to par with the so-called classiness of the place.

You much prefer his chaos to this dimmer appearance, though. Even if his ass must look delicious in the black slacks, mandatory bartender uniform. "Didn't peg you to be a Kook, darlin'," JJ drawls, cleaning a glass. Just his voice is already doing its thing to you.

You squirm a little on the stool, crossing your legs, trying to keep the heat from spreading throughout your body. "That's because I'm not a Kook," you reply, flicking your hair over your shoulder. JJ's eyes follow your movements, his lips twitching. You aren't a Kook and you aren't a Pogue either, always somewhere in the middle, or on the outskirts rather. Hence, why your mom is trying to win over those stuck-up women.

"Yeah? Coulda fooled me, hanging out here with those ladies." He bends down, takes another glass, and starts to wipe that one too. With every pass of the rag, his arms flex, reminding you of what they were doing to you a few weeks ago.

You roll your eyes, tracing the bar with your fingers, your long nails tapping gently on the marble top. JJ licks his lips once and puts the rag away. "My mom wants to be one of them all of a sudden, for some unknown reason." You tilt your head a little, as if you are debating on something. "I think she's just lonely."

As JJ looks at you intently, you are trying to figure out what lucky star is shining on you to have his attention again. Even though you aren't friends and don't run in the same circles, you've always known about him. He never noticed you, though, always too busy with being a rebel or an adventurer or a heartbreaker. Well, not until that fateful moment in the bathroom anyway. Now you feel weirdly in the spotlight.

You wave your hand at him, your bracelets clanking together. "Let's not talk about that."

JJ leans closer to you over the bar and says in a low voice, "what should we talk about then?"

You remember what he said about you being a good girl. Desperately, you want to hear him say something like that again. You glance back at your table, your mom and the others still talking animatedly. Slowly, you bring your finger to his bicep and start drawing imaginary circles. "We don't have to talk at all," you whisper, leaning on your elbows more, showing off your cleavage. "I was such a good girl, you know?"

JJ takes in a quick breath, and you can literally see his pupils get bigger. He starts to walk toward the back area of the bar, shooting you a look over his shoulder, his order clear. With a smile to yourself, you eagerly obey, jumping off the stool.

You slip behind the bar in the employees-only area and spot JJ leaning on one of the fridges. The swinging door closes behind you, and all the noise quiets down. Walking toward him, you tie your hair up in a ponytail. Without any words, you kneel down, your hands coming to caress his thighs, slowly traveling up to his ass.

You were so right, his ass is delicious in these black slacks. When your fingers reach his belt buckle, JJ hisses and grabs the back of your neck. He starts lightly pressing into the knots of your neck and shoulders. You work on his buckle and zipper, lowering his pants. JJ's already hard, his dick straining against his boxers.

Your hand goes under your skirt, where your underwear is wet already, too. Guess both of you are still worked up over the bathroom encounter. JJ confirms so, saying "couldn't stop thinking about that sweet pussy, baby. Damn, was wishin' to see you again."

"I was wishing to have this cock in my mouth," you shoot right back. You bite your lower lip, and JJ follows the movement. "I wanna feel you everywhere, JJ." Finally, you take him out, stroking from the tip all the way to his balls. Your thumb circles his tip, spreading the precum. Your mouth is watering at the sight of it, so you spit on him and spread that with your fingers.

JJ's hand tightens around you, his head falling back, a moan escaping him. "Oh, m'gonna fill that filthy mouth, sweetheart," he says, his voice rough. Your pussy clenches, liking the sound of that, liking it very much.

"Eyes on me, Maybank," you say, and slowly take him in your drooly mouth. His head straightens, and his face is flushed, a smirk on his lips. You fix your eyes on his, not breaking contact while you work on taking more and more of him inside. He's big and thick, and you struggle to take as much as you can. You don't want to gag, not yet, so your eyes fill with tears, one escaping from the corner.

"I think you can take more, baby," JJ says when he notices the tear rolling down your cheek. His hands go from the back of your neck to your ponytail, pushing just slightly, but enough to bring his dick even further inside your warm mouth. He's at the back of your throat now, and you can't help but gag on it, more tears trickling from your eyes.

"Oh, fuck, that feels g-good, " he stutters. You hum and moan against his cock, knowing the right tricks to bring him closer to busting. One of your hands travels upward to scratch against his abs, and the other cups his balls. JJ whimpers and whines, the sounds echoing against the metal of the fridge. You hope everyone can hear you, you wish you can set his whimpers as your ringtone.

"Touch yourself for me, baby." You take off your hand from his abs and start circling your clit, already swollen and ready. Collecting some of the moisture from your pussy, you take those fingers and wrap them around the base of his dick, slicking it and stroking him some more.

JJ's moans are now broken and deep, your touching and sucking bringing him to the edge. With another grunt, he explodes in your mouth and you do your best to swallow it, but some of his cum spills down your chin, the stickiness spreading down your neck. You release his cock from your mouth and smile up at him, your eyes still glassy from the tears, mascara all over.

The way he looks at you stops your breath halfway, and you have to cough a little and swallow thickly, your mind hazy and filled with lust.

Of course, just in that moment, you hear somebody calling your name, probably your mom, though the sound is muffled. This time, you have to run, so you quickly get up off the floor, wipe the excess makeup, and blow a kiss in JJ's direction. Hopefully, this is the last time your hookup gets cut short. Third time has to be the charm.

[liviqc]

accidental love letter - jj maybank

summary - you write a letter to jj maybank, never expecting him to find it.

You and JJ Maybank had been best friends since third grade.

From building sandcastles on the Outer Banks shoreline to getting into trouble with teachers for passing too many notes, the two of you were inseparable. You shared scraped knees, inside jokes, and way too many secrets that lived in the space between late-night calls and whispered conversations under the stars.

And somewhere around seventh grade, your heart caught up with your head.

You wrote him a letter.

Not to give to him, just to get it out. It was middle school, and your feelings felt so much bigger than you were. So you scribbled them onto notebook paper in messy, crooked lines. You even signed it.

Then you folded it and tucked it deep into an old shoebox with movie tickets, polaroids, and friendship bracelets that still smelled like salt water.

That letter stayed hidden for years.

Until today.

JJ was digging through your closet looking for an old hoodie he’d left at your place—probably a hundred years ago—while you were in the kitchen grabbing snacks.

“Dude,” he called out, laughing. “You’re literally a hoarder.”

“Sentimental,” you corrected from down the hall. “There’s a difference!”

He chuckled, rifling through a half-open box when a folded piece of paper slipped out. It was crinkled and aged, like it had been read over and over—though this one hadn’t. Not yet.

Curious, he opened it.

Your handwriting hit him in the chest like a punch.

"Dear JJ,

This is stupid. I know it is. But sometimes I look at you and it feels like my ribs aren’t big enough to hold everything I feel.

You’re my best friend. But I think I’m in love with you. Not in the weird, fake movie way. In the real way. In the ‘I notice how your laugh changes when you’re really happy’ way.

I don’t think you’ll ever feel the same. And that’s okay. I just needed to say it somewhere. Even if no one ever reads this.

I love you. I probably always will.

– Me (but you’ll probably guess anyway)."

JJ didn’t realize he was holding his breath until you walked back in.

“You find the hoodie?” you asked casually, holding up a bag of chips.

He looked up slowly, eyes soft. “No. But I found something else.”

Your heart stopped when you saw what was in his hands.

“JJ—oh my God. That was from, like—middle school.”

“So you did write it.”

You opened your mouth to backtrack, to laugh it off, to say something like ‘I was thirteen, I didn’t even know what love meant,’ but he cut you off.

“I kept everything you ever gave me, you know?” he said quietly. “Every dumb note, every drawing, even that ugly friendship bracelet that fell apart after two days.”

“JJ…”

“I wish I’d seen this back then,” he admitted, holding up the letter. “I would’ve told you I felt the same.”

Your breath hitched. “You’re just saying that.”

He stepped closer. “I’m not. I’ve been in love with you since before I knew what it was. And yeah, I didn’t find the letter until now, but—” He smiled, a little helplessly. “Better late than never, right?”

You blinked back the stinging in your eyes. “You mean it?”

“I do,” he said, voice low. “I love you.”

So you did the only thing that made sense.

You kissed him.

And just like that, all the years between seventh grade and now melted away.

Maybe some love letters were meant to be read—eventually.

[a13x-128]

Percy jackson x reader headcannons!!

this will be before and during the relationship cause i decided to and yeah.

Before:

Percy didn't realise he liked you at first, actually he just say you as a friend.

Annabeth had to literally convince him that he genuinely liked you a lot more than everyone else. It was SO obvious but it's Percy.

Whenever theres a cabin councillor meeting or anything like that he makes an effort to sit next to or opposite you, taking small glances every so often. He also just likes staring while you talk.

When you had to go on a quest without him he gave you a small bracelet with a seashell pendant. He swears it was for good luck!!

Whenever Sally sends Percy cookies, you are the first (and only) person he offers one or two to. He also only offers the good ones, not the slightly burnt ones.

Has definitely ranted to Annabeth about you. Little did he know that you did the exact same thing the night before about him.

He offers sparr a lot as well, sometimes purposefully losing and when he doesn't lose he's definitely not going all out cause he doesn't want to hurt you!

If you're a year rounder then one time after summer ended he convinced Sally to let you stay with them. Only because you haven't left camp in a while! There's no other reason at all...

How did you get together?

Percy got outed.

It wasn't romantic or anything like that at all, no. It was more embarrassing than anything else.

One day some campers got absolutely sick and tired of you two being obviously in love and decided to take it into their own hands!

Essentially you came over and a certain Hermes child (Connor.) just yelled that he liked you with Percy in the background looking absolutely mortified.

He literally didn't say anything for an entire day.

Then he invited you to his cabin so you guys could actually talk and not just be overly embarrassed because of Hermes kids that couldn't keep their mouths shut!

Turns out that you liked him as well!!

During!:

Percy loves physical affection like there's no tomorrow.

You're in his cabin? Then you're probably cuddling until you physically have to leave.

You're outside? His hand is on your shoulder or waist or holding yours.

Its his way of reassuring himself that you are in fact okay and not going anywhere. He also does prefer being given physical affection then having to give it though, you start the hug with him? He's on the floor melting.

He absolutely LOVES giving tiny gifts. Small things that don't cost anything, stuff he finds on the beach or he already has/can make! They aren't much but he knows you'd like it more than something expensive.

With permission you two bake every other week. Literally something that you two can somewhat make, brownies, cookies or cupcakes. Literally anything you two can snack on.

The baking tends to either end in perfection or everything is everywhere and you two get banned from the kitchen for two weeks.

Random matching things because he just decided to buy two. Things like plushies, seashells he finds, hell even like shirts.

[brittle-biscuits]

Best Friends Forever (1): Cosmo

[Dandy’s World]

Having a friend is always a pleasant thing, it might make others do anything they can to keep them.

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[Encounter]

You felt pretty hungry, so you decided to head into the Gardenview kitchen area to see if you could grab something to eat. You managed to find some snacks, but it seemed the fridges weren’t going to do you any good…

“Oh! Were you..looking for something to eat?”

You closed the fridge door to see Cosmo standing at the doorway to the kitchen.

“I-If you want, I could bake something for you! Maybe even teach you a recipe or two!”

Yeah! You didn’t mind the offer as Cosmo got out the necessary bowls and utensils, you were impressed at how well Cosmo knew the process to make sweets, something you let him know about which makes the Toon flustered.

“It’s nothing really! I can still use improvement with these! Could you hold down the mixer for me?”

And when the sweets were made, they were as tasty as you had believed them to be, giving your compliments to the chef, which makes Cosmo laugh softly as he scratched the back of his cake roll head.

“I don’t deserve that. They’re nothing too amazing, I’m still very much learning new things about the recipes every time, I didn’t make them too sweet, did I?”

They were fine!

“Well, if you’re ever feeling hungry again, let me know and I can make something for you! I don’t mind, really!”

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[Something blooms]

After that day, whenever you were feeling the need to grab a bite, you turned to Cosmo and he’d get something made for you.

You hesitate at first since you didn’t want to make it seem like you only went to him for his baking skill, but he reassures you that it’s okay. He actually enjoys wanting to help others and help cheer them up!

This wasn’t enough for you, you wanted to do something for him in return, to let him know that you cared as much as he did! So you headed into the kitchen one night and grabbed the mixing bowl…

…

“Is this…for me?”

Yep, this crudely made Cosmo shaped cookie you made was for him. That mixer put up a nasty fight, but you didn’t let it stop you from making this for him.

He slowly takes it and takes a bite out of it, humming in glee as he appears to savor the taste.

“I..I love it! This means a lot to me that you went through learning first hand to make me this! I-I promise to return the favor!”

There was no need! You did this because you wanted to return the favor to him for all he’s made for you.

“No, it wouldn’t feel right that I didn’t do the same for you! I’ll make something extra delicious next time!”

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[Best Friends]

“Here, it’s a Sweet Charm. They’re like friendship bracelets and I want you to have one!”

Overtime, Cosmo would grow to be more attentive to your needs then before, now seeming to always have something made before you ask him, let alone feel hungry.

“I made these for you! Please enjoy them, I made them just for you!”

You’d start to feel bad again since it seemed he was baking these frequently, almost constantly at times from the looks of it. Cosmo didn’t mind it, he’d do it if it meant he got to see his best friend happy.

It’s all he ever wants to see. That you were happy, because of him and what he had made.

You’d join him on several occasions to help bake, which never fails to make him more encouraged to make this next batch of sweets great! He expects nothing but the best for you…

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[F o r e v e r]

He’d never let anyone else make something for you, it ruins an opportunity for you to like him even more and he’s anxious of you liking another’s sweets more then his, it puts him on edge!

“Are you making something…for them? Please don’t do that, I’ve tried so hard and I don’t want you to ruin it…”

He’d spend nights trying to making sweets for you, other Toons would spot him and try to convince him to stop for tonight, but he won’t listen…

“S-sleep? No…no, I can’t. I need to finish making these. I have to be ready for when they need them. If it makes them happy, I’m happy too. I never want my best friend to be unhappy…”

Any Toon claiming to be best pals with you will have Cosmo immediately reject that.

“You’re saying you’re their best friend? That can’t be true, I’m their ONLY best friend and it’s staying that way. Please don’t take this from me..”

When he presented you the finished sweets in the morning, they were little cookies of you and him together…

“I made these for you, as a token of our friendship together. One that I want to have forever and ever. You…ARE my best friend…”

“Forever….”

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[all-purpose-dish-soap]

🍓!

Very sorry if this anon has been taken ( ;´ - `;)

Okay, so— I don’t have a very defined going out aesthetic but I do switch between these preset outfits from time to time (a. A nice soft artsy girl look with baggy pants and a green cardigan, b. baggy cargo pants with all the pockets you could ever need and more and a size large shirt I hand-cropped) very loose, I like using mismatched socks and worn black shoes. I always come with my backpack strapped to my back and old friendship bracelets around my wrist.

I’m a loser (╥﹏��) so I don’t have much experience picking up.. uh, lads…? But I would probably rizz via small thoughtful gifts I hand made or probably remember them by. Maybe if I draw us together often and gift it to him it might give him a clue (ᵕ—ᴗ—) I would probably blabber about small things I notice about them, “Looking sharp!” “Every time I see you I remind myself to get shades, you’re so bright.” “Smile more often, I love seeing you happy.” “What’s wrong? You’ve been frowning…” Use a cheesy pick up line or two, laugh it off.

Text them at random showing them things I find (“look at this bottle cap. think I’m gonna keep it”) or am doing (“tell me the correct ways to use a power drill or I might blow a hole into my walls”), slide in an ask to hang out again. Gift them a pink camellia (roses are probably too forward) every once and while because men also deserve flowers. Try to get close but back off if I see even an inch on uncomfortability, hugs, tugs, silly hand reading, light touches here and there. Honestly I think I would snap and ask them out first.

Sorry if this is too long! Thank you and have a good day or night, feel free to ignore (´ε｀ )♡!

you sound cute as hell tbqh. (ⓛ ω ⓛ)

here's how this actually goes down: at first you're down bad for Soap. he knows it; his buddies know it. but you're soft and shy enough that he can pretend with plausible deniability he doesn't notice. you figure he's gonna overlook you for not being gf material--however. Gaz notices you are a catch and steals you right out from under him.

Soap totally strings you along. totally content biding his time until he can be bothered to get you alone and seal the deal. like, corrupt you.

but no rush. he figures he's got plenty of time. you're so hung up on him; you're not about to go chasing after some other guy.

nobody ever accused you of being a great judge of character where your romantic interest is concerned.

"every time i see you," you tell him, "i remind myself to get shades. because you're so bright."

ah. soap smirks. flattery will get you everywhere. "if i'm blindin' ya so bad, stop starin' so much."

he loves being chased, so what's wrong with a little teasing?

and since you're inexperienced with flirting, how are you gonna say no?

but then Gaz looks over Soap's shoulder and sees one too many of the cute little texts you send him. he scoffs at first at the game-playing of it all. but then he notices as you slowly start to leave Soap little gifts, flowers--trinkets that remind you of him, you say. it drives Gaz out of his mind. he gets this weird feeling that you're perfect, you're gonna make someone so happy, and you're being wasted on some dude who won't even take you out on a date.

Gaz also knows better than to tell you outright how Soap's a prick. you're too nice; you'll just defend him. justify his behavior. your crush on him blinds you. 

so instead, Gaz sits down silently next to you one day and watches you sketch. your attention to detail is impressive. loving, even. a spiral of envy squeezes his heart. Gaz tries to tell himself it's pity instead. Soap is a lucky bastard. doesn't know what he's got, clearly.

then, Gaz offers you one surefire way to get Soap's attention.

"it's easy," he tells you, silver-tongued. "man's a peacock. best way to his heart is through his pride." when you don't catch on, he nudges you with his shoulder. "make him jealous."

immediately he has you, hook line and sinker. that's all you really want, right? Soap's attention. 

fake dating Gaz. what could go wrong. 

naturally it's not long before Gaz is the one who has you wrapped around his finger instead. he's the better choice for you anyway <3

Soap still pesters Gaz from time to time to send him a picture or two of you. insists you've got to be sending them somewhere since you're not hitting him up anymore. he steals Gaz's phone to get a better look at the spicy ones

more Gaz / more Soap / masterlist

[mmisosoupp]

Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you

(Karasuno ver.)

Hinata

•Most definitely confides in you.

•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.

•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.

•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.

Kageyama

•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.

•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.

•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles

Yamaguchi

•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.

•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.

•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.

•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.

Tsukishima

•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.

•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)

It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.

•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.

Tanaka

•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.

•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.

•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.

Nishinoya

•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"

•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.

Sugawara

•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"

•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)

•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name

Daichi

•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.

•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.

•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.

Asahi

•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)

•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?

•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.

•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.

[itsthatlake]

SJ's master is a transmigrator AU

Qing Jing Peak Lord Ao Huiju, through an artifact that shows him a vision of the faraway future, learns that the fate of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is to be destroyed in an act of revenge upon a future Qing Jing Peak Lord and he becomes convinced that the only way to change the fate of this world is to bring someone from outside of it. After many years of searching, he finds a way to summon a being from another world.

Emma, a child of thirteen years from a modern, English-speaking country, wakes up in this world where she doesn’t speak the language, isn’t called by her real name, and only vaguely knows the culture from what she’s seen in historical Chinese dramas despite her own grandparents being Chinese as well. Ao Huiju names her Fu Tianci, convinced that she’s a god child after he realizes she’s speaking and writing in the Heavenly Language and Heavenly Script, and he forces her to behave as a Qing Jing disciple.

Emma fights him every step of the way, confused and scared and feral, so he quickly starts punishing her to get her to obey. He’s already decided that she’ll be his successor, she just needs to stop messing around and step up to the role. And, despite everything, she does excel. Having done gymnastics and dance classes for years, she quickly takes to martial arts as well; music comes naturally to her; spiritual cultivation is not difficult once she gets the hang of it; she’s always been clever and persistent, so strategy is one of her strong suits too; and calligraphy and painting are her worst subjects but the arrays and seals are fun to play around with regardless, so she gets plenty of practice.

But all the while, she keeps fighting her master. She hates him. She masters the art of malicious compliance with him, learns how to act and react accordingly, figures out how to make him tick. Ao Huiju is not a patient man exactly, he’s strict and doesn’t like when things don’t go according to his plans. He punishes her more often than not, and she learns to take it, because she’s long since figured out that there’s only so much he can do to hurt her and she will always be the winner the moment she makes him lose his temper.

And, of course, she refuses to teach him Heavenly Script, or English, the moment she realizes how much he wants to know. She won’t even translate things for him, no matter the threat of punishment if she doesn’t. This is the one thing she will always have the satisfaction of holding over him. And she will always play dumb and innocent if someone else questions her, because how could she possibly know Heavenly Script? That’s the language of the gods! And even if she had known it as a child, which she will deny forever, it’s hard to remember, you know?

After so many punishments and whatnots, she becomes a regular at Qian Cao Peak. Mo Xia, the head disciple, becomes her go-to healer. She was the first person Fu Tianci befriended in this world, the first to treat her with any kind of kindness, the only one to try to reassure her when she was just a scared child.

She’s seventeen when she has her first qi deviation. Ao Huiju finds out that she still has her old clothes she transmigrated in, including the beanie her mother had hand-knitted for her, the jacket she and her sister had sewn patches on, and a custom-decorated pair of fingerless gloves her brother had gifted her for her birthday once. He even found the bead bracelets she had made with her friends ages ago, the one with her real name and theirs. All things that she’s kept hidden away for fear of losing them, comfort items and the only stuff she has from her home.

And, of course, he destroys them all, claiming that they’re only distractions and that she has a mission that’s far more important than these silly attachments. She should just forget about that world since she’s never going back. She screams as he’s destroying them, feeling like her home is being taken from her all over again, and attacks him. She throws herself at him, clawing and yelling, her qi making the air fly in whirlwinds around them. He subdues her easily, of course, but she doesn’t stop. She bites and kicks and cries and bleeds and feels her heart shatter all over again.

She has no idea what happens next, but she hears Ao Huiju snapping at her to get a hold of herself and feels her qi going out of control and burning her. When she wakes up, it’s on Qian Cao Peak. Mo Xia is there, and she holds her as she cries all over again about her lost stuff and the unfairness of it all and how much she hates it, all the way circulating cool qi through her meridians to try and calm her down and prevent another qi deviation.

When she goes back to her own peak, a few days later, it’s with the cold determination of killing her master. She’s too young, too weak right now, but one day, she will kill him. That’s a promise.

Years pass by.

She gets her sword, Ma Li, and officially becomes head disciple of her Qing Jing Peak. She meets the rest of her fellow head disciples through meetings and missions. Yang Ling from Qiong Ding, who seems to want to be head disciple as much as Fu Tianci does; Chao Hong from An Ding, who barely glances at anyone once before dismissing them entirely; Jiang Shuzi from Bai Zhan, with a restless energy to him that has her impatient for a fight just by being near for too long; Xiao Mei from Xian Shu, who seems to be judging her every move like it’s her job to be the snobbiest person on the sect.

Ao Huiju starts getting more and more pushy with her, paranoid that she’s not doing enough to change the fate of the sect as he runs out of time. There’s still a few decades left before their generation is meant to Ascend, but it doesn’t feel like enough for him and he takes it out on her like he’s always done, pressuring her to do better, be stronger, smarter, faster.

The Naming Ceremony ensues when she’s thirty-seven. By this point, it’s been almost two and a half decades since she last saw her family, since she was brought to this world against her will, and she’s never once stopped hating the man responsible, nor has she forgotten her promise to kill him. She’s spent longer in this world than she did in her hometown. She barely remembers her family’s faces or voices anymore, her friends’ names, the games they used to play. She only knows her real name or first language because she regularly repeats it, whispers it to herself at night when she’s alone, writes letters to her family that she burns before morning comes.

Ao Huiju names her ‘Anchen’. Safe dawn. She wishes she could refuse it, use her real name, but she knows she can’t. She couldn’t when he named her the first time and she can’t now that she’s getting a generational name alongside her martial siblings. In a few years, their masters will Ascend and they will take their places as leaders, whether they want to or not. She makes it through the ceremony with a calm facade that she’s spent years perfecting, and then goes to get drunk with Mo Xia, now Mo Anxia, because her master couldn’t even be bothered to think of a proper name for her.

In a few years, the Hui generation will Ascend. The highest honor for a cultivator, Ao Huiju’s told her many times. Fu Anchen, now a grown woman and a great cultivator in her own right, but still that same child who swore revenge twenty years ago, decides that enough is enough. Why should he get to have a happy ending when he took everything from her? When he abused her and used her for many years? When he’s the reason she couldn’t graduate with her friends, won’t get the chance to see her older sister’s paintings up on the town’s spring exhibit or her younger brother compete in those chest tournaments he’s always practicing for, won’t hear her mother’s silly jokes or her father’s belly-laughs ever again? Why should he be happy when he took her happiness away from her?

If he weren’t so paranoid, she’d drug his meals. If he were less wary, she’d inject him with poison in his sleep. But the man only eats socially and the closest thing to rest he does is meditating. He doesn’t touch artifacts he doesn’t know the use of, he doesn’t mess around with flora he’s not studied before. It’s annoying, but she knows she’ll have to wait for a better chance if she wants to do this right.

Because as much as she resents being taken from her home, the life she’s built for herself here isn’t too terrible. She considers Mo Anxia her best friend. Jiang Shuzi, now Jiang Anying, is genuinely fun to be around. She enjoys her time on the peak, around her fellow disciples, whom she’s grown fond of over the years. She loves spending time with the little ones, teaching them what she knows and playing with them under the guise of training. Her life isn’t bad. And she refuses to lose anything else to Ao Huiju.

So she waits, and eventually a mission requires the peak lord to leave the mountain. So close to their Ascension, it should be her carrying out these missions. In most of the other peaks it’s definitely the succeeding disciples doing them. But Ao Huiju, despite his insistence that she needs to change the fate of the world, has never actually trusted her with anything he could do himself. It’s odd and even contradictory, but the man is way too paranoid and proud to ever let her act on her own if he can help it. Perhaps it’s the many years she spent actively sabotaging everything he asked her to do, perhaps it’s just one last attempt at influencing the world around them. Either way, it gives her the perfect opportunity to enact her plan.

She offers to go with him, since she’s been meaning to study the flora of that territory for some time now, and he reluctantly allows it. The place they’re going to is well into the demon realm, an isolated area full of demonic beasts. Not the kind of place you would catch a cultivator off guard. But it’s precisely due to this that she knows she’ll complete her goal. After all, when you’re so focused on outside threats, you don’t expect an attack from your only ally.

They’re in the middle of a fight with a herd of Blue-Horned Poison Bulls when it happens. She gets out of range, engaged in her own fight, when she sees an opening and directs the pair she’s fighting towards where Ao Huiju is holding off against a few of them. It’s easy to send a surprise attack to make him lose his balance, easier still to stay back as he gets attacked by the herd.

The thing about the Blue-Horned Poison Bull is that it’s very aptly named. Its horns are full of poison that they release upon contact, specifically a kind of poison that attacks the meridians. Sure, they move in herds of four or five, but aside from the poison aspect, they’re no harder to deal with than normal bulls. Nothing that cultivators of their caliber can’t handle, certainly. But that’s only if the cultivator in question can access his qi and isn’t feeling like his meridians are burning him from the inside— which is exactly what the poison does.

The moment the poison enters Ao Huiyu’s bloodstream, she knows it’s over. The poison by itself isn’t deadly, just painful and long-lasting, but facing off against a herd of bulls in that state is nearly impossible, even more so if there’s someone else actively making you lose your balance and distracting you. Nonetheless, it’s actually impressive how he manages to kill one of the bulls even in that state.

She lets it go for a while, just enough to make sure the injuries will be lethal, and then she intervenes. Killing the bulls doesn’t take long after that, since she manages to catch two by surprise and the rest of them are already injured. She makes her way to her master, not even pretending to try to save him. They both know better. She just waits for him to die, watching as he squirms and groans in pain, no doubt from the poison. He glares at her the entire time, mouth opening but no words coming out. He lasts longer than she expects him to.

When he stops breathing, she feels nothing. There’s no catharsis, no sense of relief or satisfaction. Revenge doesn’t taste sweet on her lips, but it doesn’t taste bitter either. Honestly, she’s just tired. She’s been fighting against him for so long that now that it’s over all she can think is how exhausted she feels.

A noise snaps her out of her thoughts, and she whirls around, sword ready, to find Jiang Anying standing there with his own sword out. He’s clearly just arrived, but she has no idea how much he saw. At the very least, he had to have seen how she didn’t even try to save him. Jiang Anying doesn’t say anything, though no for lack of want; he clearly has no idea what or how to say what’s on his mind. She waits for something, anything, but when nothing happens she gets on with the program.

They seal his body and take it back to the sect for a proper burial. She plays the part of somber, grieving disciple with an ease that only years of putting on masks can give her and watches silently as the sect leader puts his soul to rest, publicly lamenting the fact that another of them won’t be able to join them in Ascension even thought they were so close to it. People from all over come to offer her their condolences, and she maintains the facade until she’s locked herself in a room with Mo Anxia and a considerable amount of wine. She’s the only one who knows just how much she had hated that man, and the only one aside from Jiang Anying to be able to guess that maybe it wasn’t an accident after all, but she doesn’t say anything. Mo Anxia never felt any fondness for her Ao-shibo anyhow, and she knows how much he hurt Fu Anchen— she was there to help repair the damage every time.

Jiang Anying finally comes to visit her a few days after the burial. He tells her that he won’t say anything about what he saw, and when questioned why, he just says that he trusts his Fu-shijie’s judgment; she’s never been needlessly cruel before, after all. There has to have been a reason why she didn’t try to save her master and he, of all people, is not going to question it.

(The way to officially succeed Bai Zhan Peak is by defeating the previous Peak Lord in a duel. Jiang Shuzi had won his duel fair and square and within the agreed-upon rules, even if half of the Hui generation threw a fit afterwards over their martial sibling being killed by his disciple. Jiang Anying, for such an easygoing guy, can be ruthlessly efficient when it comes down to it. Fu Anchen never asked him what his master had done to deserve death, but she trusts that her shidi had a reason for it. Jiang Anying is too good of a fighter to kill someone by accident, and nowhere near a good enough liar to convince her that he didn’t realize the blow would be mortal until it was too late.)

Fu Anchen thanks him, and while she never confesses that she intended to kill her master (because that would be treason and grounds to kick her out of the sect), they become closer after that anyway. Fu Anchen, Mo Anxia and Jiang Anying become even closer friends after that.

The Hui generation Ascends, sans the Bai Zhan and Qing Jing Peak Lords, and the An generation take their respective places as lords. In the wake of it, Fu Anchen goes through her master’s house and methodically gets rid of his things. She finds the original notes from his vision that made him summon a child from another world, though not as much information about the summoning or the world she came from. The notes talk about a demon wearing a human child’s face, who trains in Qing Jing Peak and gets casted out when discovered, only to come back later and enact revenge upon his master and destroy Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. A child as cold as an ice river, one note says, which is curious.

And paired with a note that claims that Emma must be a god or the child of one, she also finds the old English —Heavenly Script— papers that he had tried to get her to translate for years, which makes her laugh. He never got very far with them after all. Serves him well.

Once she’s done going through his stuff, she starts to make plans to remodel the house entirely, perhaps even get rid of it and make a new one from scratch. Though something like that would certainly require a meeting with Chao Anjiang to figure out costs and materials, and he’s never been particularly pleasant to deal with. She decides that it can wait for now, since he must be swamped with his own work in the wake of the Ascension.

It ends, softly, with Mo Anxia coming over with drinks to complain about all the work and chaos the last few days have been full of. Fu Anchen receives her happily, also exhausted and more than happy to complain about it over drinks.

[grizzly-bear-bane]

WIP Wednesday

Jailbird - Young!Vander x Young!Silco, enemies to lovers

Summary: In this prison pit, Vander never wanted attachments and Silco is convinced he can handle himself. When Silco is put in Vander’s cell as his new cellmate, Vander knows that it is supposed to be as a reward to him for his fighting but doesn't know that it's a punishment to Silco for what he did to himself.

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(from Chapter One: Silco has the brilliant idea to steal Felicia's necklace from Vander in the hopes of trading it for his prosthetic arm parts. Vander does not handle this well)

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Vander’s collar was blinking an angry red at him for missing the last two shifts, but he didn’t care. 

He wasn’t going. What were they going to do to him for not showing up? Take his rations? Beat him? To hell with the mines and enforcers. He was going to find that thieving little bastard however many days it took and break his neck, and after, they could make Vander work however long they wanted—he was going to get his sister’s necklace back. 

It was a risk wearing it, he knew, but it was all he had of her. Bags and boxes were raided and taken everyday. Enforcers could show up at any minute to tear a cell to pieces just for the hell of it in this unregulated zoo and confiscate whatever they wished while you were stuck in a mine, so what safer place was there than on his own person? 

In two months, he’d had no trouble holding onto it. Then two nights ago, he gets a visitor in his cell and it's missing. He should have been able to figure it out faster. Had he even been there to hurt Vander at all or was stealing the whole point? 

Didn’t matter. Vander found him on his third go around. 

He’d barged into the canteen and shouldered through the clusters of men gambling, eating, and doing other activities Vander would have been surprised to see happening in front of enforcers when he’d first gotten here, but it was normal now. He’d found the punk squished between two fools he’d already fought weeks ago. His hair was pulled back again, a miner’s jacket far too big to be his own draped over his narrow shoulders. And one of Vander’s cigarettes in his fucking hand.

The second their eyes met, the total horror on that twink’s face said enough to Vander: He was dead and he knew it. 

And now the thief was running. 

Silco had fucked up. This was the dumbest thing he’d ever gotten himself caught in. Worse than trying to kill this man two nights ago, worse even than getting his arm ripped off.

The deal had fallen through. The gangster wasn’t interested in trading jewelry with Silco. Not when Silco had a perfectly fine pair of legs the man wanted to get between instead. It was a sign Silco wished he hadn’t ignored. So he’d tried peddling the bracelet elsewhere in the hopes he could trade it for something that the gang would actually want that didn’t involve Silco needing a bath after. 

A jar of shine could be hard to come by and he’d found one, fresh from the source, and the man with cogs and screws loved shine. Maybe he was close to sealing the deal this time. The brewer had him draped in his mining coat with a heavy hand squeezing his thigh under the table so it was obvious he was still expected to sleep with someone tonight, but unlike the prior proposition, there was a second jar of shine on the table for this one. 

Now? He would never know. 

“Somebody must’ve kicked that Vander kid’s hornet’s nest to shit. He looks ready to kill somebody.”

“Hm?” Silco tilted his head, looking in the same direction. “Who’s Vander?” he asked, intrigued by the force of nature that walked into the canteen. Young, like him—finally—with jaw length chestnut brown hair, the broadest shoulders he’d ever seen, the biggest hands he’d ever seen, the thickest everything, a body built from the rock around them, and taller than every man here. Silco tried to feel a little pity for the man being forced into a uniform that was only just grazing the line of being big enough to fit, but… Every stitch clung to every bit of bulk he had. And worse: He was handsome. All prominent, strong features and day’s old stubble… 

And then it hit him like a ton of bricks that he’d seen this man before. 

No longer shrouded in the shadows of a dark cell, but this well-lit canteen, Silco recognized the man by his anger alone as it was pointed like a gun right at him. 

He’d nearly swallowed his cigarette when the man charged forward, his intentions clear. 

He elbowed the brewer off, sending him crashing into one of his goons who knocked one of the shine jars to the floor, shattering it.

“Damnit, Silco!”

And now Silco was running. 

It only enraged Vander further. Like a snake through tall grass or a mouse through a crack in the baseboard, that little shit could slip through clusters of men and tables with ease. The only way Vander could keep up was from the angry protests that echoed after the man as he slipped through them, stepping over their dice games, knocking their food out of their hands, or blocking their hidden bribes. They were only made all the more upset by Vander barreling through them like a runaway carriage through an antique shop, hot on the thief’s heels. 

But several others were also chasing him. “Silco, you’re gonna pay for that fucking shine!”

Near the kitchen, they got to him first. As Vander cleared the distance, he saw the fastest man catch this Silco by a fistful of his tied up hair only to scream and recoil with a bloody hand. Silco was blocked by the next man, ducked under his arm, and was caught by another. 

His neck was held so tight by the thug, he was barely on his tiptoes, flashing cat eyes down to the ugly face leering up at him. 

“Do you have any idea how long it’s gonna take you to work off what you just cost me,” the man asked him, his breath a thing of torture if Silco’s grimace was any tell.

“An accident, I assure you,” he answered, his eyes catching on Vander’s and quickly looking right past him. 

“I hear you have a lot of those.” He took his jacket back, yanking it off Silco’s shoulders. 

Vander slowed, shocked to see that the kid only had one arm. His left was a heavily bandaged upper arm stump peeking from a torn shirt sleeve with stripes and loose threads stained a faint rusty brown. The whole left side of his clothes, in fact, was stained in what had to be years’ old attempts to wash out that blood. No one seemed the least bit phased by this. Least of all, Silco.

Silco shrugged his other shoulder. “I didn’t smash the jar.”

The brewer sized him up. “Then who’s paying for it?”

The kid nodded in Vander’s direction with a simple, “Him,” before slipping out of the man’s grasp the second the thugs looked Vander’s way. That little weasley piece of shit. 

Silco’s heart was going to beat itself to pieces by the time he finally got some distance between himself, the brewers, and Vander, finally losing them. 

He ducked low, sticking close to the wall, hellbent on getting out of the canteen. 

There was only one sensible thing to do at this point. Drop the bracelet back in Vander’s cell, hide from him forever, and sweeten himself up for the brewer for however long it would take to pay off the shine and just… cut his losses. Be patient. He could and would figure something else out in time. He’d just continue to collect other things and lay low. Live. Simple… Easy.

He skidded to a halt at the sight of enforcers and hooked a left down the opposite corridor, relieved to find it more deserted. Only to hit yet another brick wall when he turned a second corner. He sighed, “Honestly.” 

The three gangsters smiled, blocking his path. The middle man, Rico, giggled, stroking his beard as three others joined them. They leaned against the walls and fencing. “You know Sil, I think I’ve changed my mind. I think I will take that necklace off your hands. It seems to be more valuable than I’d first thought.”

“Oh?” Fuck. “Is that so?” 

“If Vander’s willing to lose his shit over it? It absolutely is. I hear he’s been sniffing down your trail like a hound after a bleeding rabbit—Oh no, no, no,” he teased, seeing Silco’s eyes fall to the necklace of cogs and screws. He tucked it away under his buttoned-up stripes. “This isn’t a trade. I just think it’ll be funny to see him flatten you then go looking through your pockets only to find nothing there.” 

“Ah. I see.” Silco frowned, forcing his jaw to unclench.

Rico was shorter but used his bulk to press Silco against the wall, his brow arching. He extended his clawed hand. “Give it to me.”

Silco rolled his eyes, brushing his hair back, checking that the little razor sharp piece of flint was still hidden in his knot. “Well, gentlemen, your timing is off, I’m afraid. I don’t have it. Sorry for that.”

The gangster caught his jaw, trapping him. “How about we check for ourselves?” 

Silco sneered and kicked, struggling with them as they pinned his arm to search his pockets. 

He had his knee in someone’s groin and his teeth in someone’s hand when he heard the first thud against the stone, a new shadow rising to cover them all. 

Vander rounded the corner swinging. 

If not for the fencing lining the railings that circled the pit, several of the men would have been tossed over the side to their deaths to the empty arena below. They crashed against the fence and metal bars, one rising to jump on Vander’s back, the other scrambling to run the hell away for once. 

He didn’t know any of these men or why they, like so many, were after Silco. All he knew was that they were in his way and refused to leave without a fight. 

After having made quick work of the brewers, he was ready for it. Didn’t even bother to block a single blow thrown his way. He grabbed their fists and twisted, snapping wrists, he kicked the next one square in the gut, stomping him when he brandished a chain. 

The ringleader also fled. Smart man. 

When Vander spun around, Silco was backed into the corner, the last of the gang facing Vander blocking his path of escape. Vander made quick work of the goon, then grabbed Silco’s shirt with bloodied hands, hiking him up against the wall. His eyes glanced over the crude, little tattoo of the word ‘slut’ in thick, black ink under Silco’s stomach, but he ignored it. 

Silco held up the necklace to him, his eyes wide, hand trembling. No fight in him. Just a set of sea green eyes staring up at him through a lock of wavy, black hair, silent.

Vander growled, snatching it from him. A thousand different emotions suddenly erupted out of him. He punched the wall beside Silco’s head. He felt Silco flinch and grab the hand still gripping his shirt, but not to free himself. He held on to it as if it wasn’t attached to the same man fighting every urge within not to pummel him out of his misery. 

Vander let him go, turning to leave. He was certain that enforcers had to be on their way for all the commotion, but he was stunned by the man’s reaction.

“Wh-what?”

Vander stopped. He spun on him again, charging back. “Is that not enough? You want more?!”

Silco was staring from him to the men on the ground, his lips parted, stunned. Slowly he shook his head before seeming to come back to himself. He shook his head quickly. “No,” he answered, his voice quiet. He tucked his hair behind his ear. “I… I just appreciate…” His gaze lowered to Vander’s collar, his brow furrowing. He touched his own before pointing, his expression falling blank. “You are… You’re blinking.”

It was Vander’s turn to roll his eyes. He snorted. “Just count your lucky stars and don’t ever come near—”

“How long has that been blinking?”

“What?”

“Your collar. It’s blinking.”

Vander huffed, stepping closer. He knew he should walk away. He knew Silco wouldn’t stand a chance if he lost it on him and gave him what he really deserved rather than hitting the wall, but he was slipping. This kid simply did not know when to stop talking. “Yeah. It is blinking. It’s been blinking like that for hours now. Pretty sure it’s for the work I’ve been missing looking for you all this time. So, thanks for that.”

Silco’s eyes widened. He stepped closer, brazenly reaching to touch Vander’s collar. “Oh no… oh no… oh no… This has been blinking for… this long? And you haven’t…? Vander, is it?” he asked, his fingers in his hair again. He grimaced. “I am truly sorry.”

Vander narrowed his eyes. He clenched his fists, leaning one against the bricks near Silco’s head. He braced himself. “And why would you be sorry now?”

“Because… Janna, this has gotten so out of hand,” the man muttered to himself, gripping his hair. “That is a summons—”

“For?”

“For the,” he paused as they both looked to the sound of the enforcers stomping towards them. He sighed, beginning to rifle through his clothes for something. “Whenever we mess up, like if we hit an enforcer or refuse to work, they put your collar number into the raffle for the arena to fight. You are supposed to only have twelve hours to report to the enforcers before they come looking for you, but I assume, since you’ve not exactly been stationary since your deadline lapsed, this is… not good.”

“You think?” He regretted punching the wall. He’d heard of the arena, heard of the fights, but had never bothered to watch the matches. He couldn’t believe he’d ever thought this man was pretty. No, Silco had the most punchable face Vander had ever seen, particularly that sharp nose of his. He understood now why the man’s face had been bruised. Others knew what Vander seemed to be learning the hard way.

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[itsduckinghard]

Ok since we're all - well mainly me, anyway - discussing James' jewellery, here's a litte recap

Bracelets

The wooden beaded one

which might or mightn't be the other (?) wooden beaded one

The australian, oval beaded one

The chain one bought while filming One For Road

The "piece of string from a Hindu temple"

Mixed blings from the Botswana Special (potato quality)

[kizzer55555]

Core Gems

So when a ghost becomes injured, they have a last ditch defense where they retreat into their core. And I mean, injured badly where their body is rip apart to the point they can’t hold a solid form anymore. And they basically go into a hibernation state until they are strong enough to form again.

Ellie, Danny, and Dan are all injured in a final battle against the GIW. The organization was destroyed and the ghosts were safe but the halfas ended up being so injured that they reverted to core form and then went to sleep for a bit. When they woke up, they were still weak but at least recovered enough to gain consciousness. And realize…they are in some kind of auction…in the middle of a heist. It appeared that two furries (one in a bat costume and one in a cat costume) were ducking it out. And they…they were a necklace. All three of them had been turned into a necklace with their cores as gems accompanied by sapphires, pearls, and opals. And frankly gorgeous craftsmanship as the metal was crafted around their cores as if to cradle them and the other gems.

Unfortunately, they were too weak to take a form properly, they could still feel the strain on their bodies. But at least they could still communicate through their auras. Then the cat lady punched a hole in the glass container surrounding them and grabbed their necklace.

However, the bat grabbed the other end and it resulted in a sort of tug-a-war. Meanwhile, Danny, Ellie, and Dan were having a back and form commentary on the situation and what they should do. Completely unheard by the other party.

In the corner of their eye, the three halfas finally noticed a third contender. Some kind of clown who was…hold on…holding a gun?! And it was pointed straight at the two fighting furies who had yet to notice him. The ghosts’ protective instincts went into overdrive and they frantically tried to shout, yell, move. Just do something to warn the two but their cries fell on deaf ears. All they succeeded in doing was faintly glow which immediatly caught the attention of the fighting duo. The two turned to look at the strange necklace but right at that moment, the clown fired and a gunshot rang throughout the auction room. Having no other options, Danny and the others poured every ounce of ectoplasm they had to try and phaseshift, making the two furries intangible as the bullets passed right through them, but in their shock, the two jumped away in opposite directions and accidentally ripped the necklace apart. Gems and pearls went flying and the three cores bounced along the ground.

Luckily, the two finally noticed the clown and went to deal with him and his minions who had appeared. Seemingly putting their fight on hold and forming a temporary truce. The three halfas could only watch as the battle finally wound down, ending with the cops barging into the place and arresting the clown and his grunts, the cat managing to escape with half the scattered gems and pearls from the broken necklace along with a few other jewelry pieces (none of their cores though) and the bat leaving through a skylight.

The auction continued and in the end, despite being broken, their necklace seemed to have caught someone’s interest. A man named Bruce Wayne bought up every piece of the shattered jewelry wear. The auctioneers appeared relived that the item managed to sell in the end and gratefully gave it to him.

Bruce had no idea what happened at the auction, but he could have sworn that some of the gems faintly glowed right before he and Selina were shot. If the necklace was some sort of magical item, then he needed to understand exactly what has been brought to Gotham. It was unfortunate that Selena had taken some parts of the necklace but he utilized his vast wealth to make sure all the other parts ended in his possession. Now he would take them back to the mansion for examination.

[screwpinecaprice]

Just a silly guy, with silly silly thoughts.

@glowweek Day 2

Casual | Surprise

A casual surprise?😬😬😬

[hippydippydruid]

Scary Marlowe my beloved <3 every day I miss her

Alt version under the cut (click for better quality)

If you scroll far enough down I’ve posted this before but traditionally not digital art so I’m being NEW and CREATIVE guys

[godofidea]

I'm so normal about Him

[sysig]

I love you thiiiiiiiiiiis much! (Patreon)

[nasa-parker]

boygenius bracelets i made for the concert tomorrow :3

[magefeathers]

My full video of the Tampa Ritual \o/ Yes, I'm insane for recording the whole thing, but also I couldn't really see through the head of the guy in front of me so I'm glad I held my phone over my head for an hour and a half. Audio quality is better than the video quality as I was quite zoomed in, but it sure is the whole show.

Show highlights, in my opinion:

it's very silly, but Vessel, iii, and iv all standing with their backs to the crowd at the end of TNDNBTG was just very cool, to me. cool guys don't look back at the explosions etc etc

also silly, but watching Adam run around stage taking pictures was fun

just. the way the crowd screams when iii and iv (but especially iii) come out onto the stage, and every time they come back out. iii sure is the master of crowd control and the crowd adores him for it

Vessel's barking during The Offering, because me too bestie it's a fun verbal stim (also all I can think of is the Letterkenny bit about DMX barking)

Vessel's screams in general, I'm not typically a fan of harsh vocals but he sounds soooo fucking good live

ii raising/holding out his arms, gesturing at the audience, making what looked like prayer hands, etc. I've seen videos of him doing that but never realized how much he did it, he's so interactive back there and I feel like a lot of the time he isn't paid attention to and/or can't be seen behind the kit

I feel like iv was doing a lot of spinning!! again it might just be bc people usually seem to focus their videoing on Vessel and iii but I wasn't expecting iv to spin as much as he did, and it was fun to watch!

iv was also hanging out on the little stand the keyboard was on for a lot of the time, it was very cute when him and Vessel were playing together up there

Atlantic. Jesus Christ. I was tearing up not only from the song but from the amount of blue lights in the audience, which the video does NOT do justice (I realize in hindsight, it's because I was so zoomed in, I wasn't capturing the full view of the stands)

watching the Espera grooving, especially during the beginning of Hypnosis and the breakdown in The Summoning, they looked like they were loving it as much as the crowd was

The beginning of Alkaline, good god. The camera drifts because I was so entranced by Vessel's stage presence that I wasn't looking at my phone for a while. The way he pulls the mic away from his face and kinda hisses on the end of desire.... I am unwell. I can't tell if you can actually see his fucking grin in this video or if it's just the lights on his face, but if you haven't seen the closeup vid someone else posted of this moment, please track it down. I've been compromised.

Missing Limbs. Fuck. I was crying. Everyone was crying. The way he sings the "without you lying next to me" and "like I've got missing limbs" broke my fucking heart. I adore this man. (bonus: you can hear me saying hell yeah at the beginning bc my bestie @/vacationbiblestudy came back from the merch booth with a shirt for me! he's the one that says "it's pretty" lol)

I'm not gonna lie, I kinda rolled my eyes at the INSANELY noticeable increase in crowd response at the beginning of Chokehold, and then again at the beginning of every TMBTE song, but honestly? The TMBTE portion of the show was genuinely my favorite. All of the songs went so fucking hard. Vessel's voice just got better and better as the show went on, idk how the hell he does it. He started the show amazing and ended the show phenomenal. Witchcraft.

The Summoning. Everything about the Summoning. It wasn't my favorite when I first heard it, but it grew on me, and god it fucks SO severely live. It's incredible. Vessel's voice, his screaming, the Espera dancing, Vessel squatting down to examine iii's playing (and the way he stands up stock straight afterward?? lmao), the DRUM SOLO!!!! and the way everyone waits for Vessel to do the damn Will Smith pose by ii and just screams for him on command, the way Vessel carried the "bad" in "make a good girl bad" god damn, everything.

iii got a mosh pit during Granite, maybe one day he'll get a real wall of death, but at least he got something lmao

the rain sound effects during Rain are really amped up live, and combined with the lights it's just so atmospheric and beautiful

Ascensionism live ALSO fucks severely. I'm surprised the camera wasn't a lot more shaky with how much I was straight up throwing ass. And the lights looking like stars against the ceiling of the stadium was so pretty, even though it didn't translate well in video. And I know I already mentioned ii's hand motions, but especially during Ascensionism, from "my redemption, eternal ascension" until the drums kick back in, ii was FEELING IT back there and I was having so much fun watching him

The bucket hat situation during TMBTE lmao I need to get a clip of just that bit and post it separately. Someone threw the hat on iii's side of the stage while the lights were down and iii was over on iv's side of the stage, and when iii came back he just picked the hat up and immediately put it on. He wore it for a while, then put it on Vessel, who also wore it for a while before just. throwing it on the fucking ground LMAO and then he proceeded to, essentially, dance around it until the song ended and a crew member threw it back out into the crowd

EUCLID!!!!!!!! GOD. GOD. I was getting teary eyed and then the way Vessel sang "do you remember me" just broke the dam and had me sobbing. iii getting the crowd clapping and then stopping them because they weren't on rhythm, and making them start again, iii wearing Sleep Token Mickey ears???? THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU!!!! and Vessel literally on his fucking knees for the whole end of the song 😭😭😭😭 and again, Adam in the bg taking pictures (god I hope they get posted at some point)

THIS GOT A LOT LONGER THAN EXPECTED............... THE WHOLE SHOW WAS A HIGHLIGHT. The fact that you can't hear me singing along, or screaming, is a highlight, because I absolutely fucking was. The whole show was fucking incredible, 100000/10, would recommend until I'm blue in the face, worth every goddamn penny I spent and ounce of financial stress the trip put me in. I will never fucking forget it. Especially since I have video evidence lmao