#this is another silly for you Finch

[veradragonjedi]

@please-give-me-birds

Someone in my fb chicken group has a little bearded bantam that likes to sit on shoulders so they did a pirate photoshoot and I am losing it

Just look at it!! THE LITTLE HAT!!!

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Birds Nest

Prompt from Messy Nest: "-> jing yuan teaching his partner how to feed the birds in his garden, and instead of him ending up being the birdhouse, it’s them"

Jing Yuan x GN!Reader (Reader has thick long hair)

A/N: This is wholesome but also just silly :D

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Jing Yuan pours a handful of seeds into his partners hand and gently guides them towards the finches they often see in his garden already eating at the seeds he scattered across the ground earlier.

"They're skittish little things but once you earn their trust you'll have a hard time fending them off from any snacks of yours that have seeds."

They kneel down slowly showing the cautious birds the seeds they have. The bravest of the bunch hops onto their fingers and begins feeding from their hand. Soon the others follow and their shoulders and head are covered in little finches.

"It looks like they like you but be careful or they might start nesting in your hair like they do to me." They laugh imagining the mess they'd make in their hair as they let the little birds tug and rearrange their hair this way and that.

'As if that would happen.' Is the thought that runs through their mind and replays as the days go by and they hear chirps they cannot find the origin of.

Weeks later during their weekly tea date in his garden they hear the familiar peeps but still can't find the source of the sound. They try to take a sip of their tea only for their hair to cover their mouth. Jing Yuan smiles from across them putting down his own cup of tea.

"You're hair is in the way, love. Allow me..." Lifting a hand towards their face he's just about to brush their hair away from their face when a familiar little bird pecks at his fingers from within their locks. Unsure if this truly happened he tries again only to get another angry little bird pecking at his fingers. Jing Yuan pulls back huffing in amusement.

"Well...this is certainly a surprise. I was wondering where they had gone." They laugh awkwardly trying to fix their hair themselves only to also get pecked at as well shocking Jing Yuan. They both burst into laughter earning some disgruntled chirps from disturbing the birds.

"If I knew the birds would begin nesting in your hair perhaps I would have hesitated in showing you how to feed them." He lifts his cup to his lips taking a sip of his tea to hide his smile. "How about I teach you how to make them leave your hair once we're done with our tea? I'm certain you need it." They can only nod eagerly earning more upset chirps.

[bladiegfs]

imagine jing yuan's s/o who's very oblivious to the point that jing yuan's jealous but the s/o thought he's mad😤

oh i love me a dense reader. here ya go!

hush

➵ warning(s) applicable: none

➵ wc: 1.1k

➵ so, jing yuan has been quiet today. thankfully, you have your best menace friend tingyun by your side to help you figure out the mystery behind it.

There was a name for it, you think. You’ve heard Tingyun talk about it before, when she was sharing lunch with you post-meeting. It was a passing remark— something she heard through the grapevine about how one of your co-workers was suffering under it after missing their scheduled date with their partner as they slept in. She said it with a feigned air of concern, sighing and motioning with her free hand dramatically.

Ah, yes. You remember now; it was called ‘the silent treatment.’

That must be it, surely. He hasn’t spoken a word to you the whole time you visited his office. Instead, he buried his face in archives and endless books.

You thought it was strange. Normally, he’d have a few remarks or jokes under his sleeve and would talk to you until the very second you have to leave the room. But instead, complete silence greets you. This is the silent treatment, isn’t it?

…But what did you do to make Jing Yuan mad?

You definitely did not miss a date like your co-worker did. Your calendar was clear for the week, and you always look forward to your dates with him, unable to cast it out of your mind. You felt silly about it sometimes— here you were, excitedly counting down the days until you could go on another date with your boyfriend as if you weren’t under the same faction and working closely with him daily.

But if it wasn’t that, what does that leave? You rattled your head for an answer and backtracked on everything you did today, thinking hard. Today, you woke up, prepared your morning drink, and went straight to work. You decided that you could just eat breakfast on breaks instead of eating alone at home.

Right on the dot, you stood up and took your break, made a beeline for one of the stalls to purchase a few Berrypheasant Skewers to share with Jing Yuan later, and a Songlotus Cake for yourself.

Then, a colleague of yours offered to join up, saying they didn’t have time to eat breakfast either, an offer you took. You found it strange that Jing Yuan didn’t swing by at the time he usually did; he’d usually find some lame excuse to even simply walk by your desk as you ate or even send one of those finches that loved him in his stead.

He did give you a visit a little later on when your plate was cleared and you were only spending the last few minutes of your break giggling about some story you heard. As you notice his presence, you put a hand on the table, ready to get up and excuse yourself from the conversation.

In response, his eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a certain unreadable look before giving you a small wave as though dismissing you like you’re merely one of his lieutenants.

But come lunchtime, which is now, Jing Yuan was still nowhere to be seen and completely silent. You swung by his office, but the guards by the door only told you he was busy and to come back later.

And so, you find yourself spending your lunch with Tingyun, sharing the skewers you bought earlier. You sigh after you recollect your entire day to her in hopes that she can help.

“He’s upset, and I don’t know why.”

Tingyun waves a perfectly manicured finger and clicks her tongue, “There is absolutely no way you don’t know why.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be asking you for help if I knew now, did I?” You raise an eyebrow.

As though it was the most obvious thing in the world, Tingyun replies, “[Name], the general is jealous.”

Jealous? The possibility didn’t even cross your mind. “Over what?”

Tingyun gawks at you for a moment before stating matter-of-factly, “Over you laughing so hard with that guy, duh? Picture this, [name]: the general is eating his lunch with the master diviner with a wide smile on his face, laughing at every word she says. What would you feel?”

“I’d find it weird—”

“See!”

“—Because master diviner holds much contempt towards Jing Yuan. They wouldn’t eat together.” You finish.

Tingyun waves her hand frantically, “Okay, okay. Then, what about the fanatics that buy exclusive Jing Yuan photos from me?”

You blink, letting the words hang in the air. You then slowly say, “What photos?”

“It’s a hypothetical,” Tingyun quickly answers. “But if I was selling them, what would you think?”

“I couldn’t really care less when all they do is look while I can touch…”

Tingyun’s expression falls. “Ah, there’s no helping you. Not even Bailu’s most effective herbs and medicines can help that empty head of yours!”

“What?” You narrow your eyes.

“Point is,” Tingyun ignores your comment. “Maybe he just doesn’t wanna see his dearly beloved laughing with just about anyone, you know?”

“Does he?” An awfully familiar voice behind you and Tingyun cuts in.

You two exchange a look before turning around to look at him.

“Ha-ha, General! How… very nice to see you out on a stroll!” Tingyun forces a smile on her face as she stands up with her hands folded behind her back. “But, ah, I’ll have to leave you and [name] to it, alright? Business calls!”

Making her quick getaway, you watch in disbelief as Tingyun disappears into the crowds of Xianzhou Loufu.

Jing Yuan sits in what used to be Tingyun’s spot. “I’m sorry I’m late, love. Yanqing insisted on a few more rematches.”

You couldn’t help the words spouting out your mouth. “So you aren’t mad at me?”

The serene expression on Jing Yuan’s face falters for a moment. He answers, “Why would I be?”

He isn’t answering the question. You decide to test the waters, saying, “You’ve been awfully quiet since this morning and you waved me off when you saw me. I swung by once and you were burying your head in the records. The second time, I was turned away by your guards.”

“…I was? Did they?”

And he isn’t making it any easier for you, either. “You were. And they did.”

“I’m not mad. I couldn’t be mad at you even if I tried.”

“Not mad, then. What about jealous?”

Jing Yuan merely blinks at you.

It doesn’t take long for the silence to blanket the two of you. Then, you call out, “Love.”

“Hm?”

You hesitate a little as you say, “If… If you’re jealous, I want you to know that I love only you.”

With that, Jing Yuan’s expression lightens up and he lets out a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes. I’ll repeat it as many times as you want me to,” You nod, serious.

“Say it again, then.”

“I love only you.”

“Again?”

“I love only you, Jing Yuan.”

“Ah, again.”

“…You’re just teasing now.”

“I’m not,” Jing Yuan shakes his head with an expression that says that he is. “One more time, please?”

You breathe in and take his hand in yours as you slowly say, “I love you and only you, Jing Yuan.”

The smile on Jing Yuan’s face doesn’t leave for the rest of the day.

[pranabefall]

✸ — MISC NOTICE. ; minors dni. no minors allowed here period. sentinel ! jing yuan x guide reader. a silly blurb for the most part. follows guideverse au concepts and such. yandere warning, i plan on expanding this into a proper oneshot soon enough XD. till then have a reader crashout : the fic. not edited!!!

it's your boss who issues the final warning after the third turn down. he'd given you a stern talking to, another chance and that repeated statement wedged into your head with corporate manuals and the like.

he's important, he tells you furiously. you can't just turn away from him when he comes to you...and he asks for you specifically. specifically, because he plays games you can't quite understand and inlays his conversations with double meanings and jokes you catch him chuckling over.

you don't know if you want to laugh or cry at the ridicule, at his persistence. but you kept quiet and collected your dues, silently letting yourself into his home after he summons you again.

your coworkers tell you you're thinking too much. the general is a kind man. the twisted do not hand feed finches and let cats nap on their knee. and yet you doubt. you doubt, doubt, keep doubting like it's the air you breathe, like every flex to his arm and every shift of his body is a trap.

( the general is a kind man. yet he does not feel any safer.

most sentinels, to you do not. )

one of his retainers points you to the gardens, and you find him seated beneath tree-cover, mulling over an unfinished chess game and the lack of an opponent. you don't think you could slip away at this point. you don't think you should.

his shoulders are hunched and his cheeks sallow, but he still holds that cheeky light in his eyes. annoyingly handsome. cloyingly so, in ways that make your stomach turn. and those eyes meet yours, and that smile filters through. you freeze and tell yourself not to run.

( that's not hunger you see there, you tell yourself. it's not. )

"good morning." he greets, patting the space beside him. "it's been quite some time, yes?"

you swallow. "yes." you nod, taking your seat just a little ways off. jing yuan looks amused. "it's best we get this session over with. i hope you don't mind general."

his eyelids droop and a languid tremor starts up in the depth of his chest. "mh. you're in that much of a hurry?" he half teases, holding his hand out. "i'd hoped you'd stay for some tea. it's a new brew master du has taken a liking to."

"i'm afraid i cannot linger." you repeat, a little firmer this time. you reach into that plunging darkness, tugging away the corruption that clings to his being with the finesse of threading a needle. guiding was almost second nature at this point, a mindless thing, a near instinct. and jing yuan had much to undo and unravel and pull out.

jing yuan exhales. it's long, deep, relieved almost, scraping to the borders of euphoric. you keep tugging. he lets himself pull into you, his warmth grazing against the apple of your cheek.

"it's taking longer than it should." you choke.

"is it?"

you try not to let the fear in. "sorry." you whisper. it's always like this. jing yuan's unsaid insistence, the desperation buzzing beneath his skin, the almost touches.

it's taking longer to unwind the wringing tendril, nick away at the emptiness and fill it up with something.

he has your left hand press up into his cheek. you want to snatch it back. the corruption comes undone easier though, so you let it stay there, let him touch you a little more than he should. jing yuan seems satisfied with this.

"much better, right?" he chuckles. the pads of his fingers press just above your pulse, taking in the quick paced beat. jing yuan stares long and hard at you.

you still want to run.

"you could say that..." you shove that urge back, lock it away, tell it it's not welcome. better this than feeling those hands elsewhere. the crawling terror may persist, but jing yuan wouldn't hurt you that way.

( "stay a little longer." he mumbles into your palm. "you seem so tired. did you have another long day?" )

...you hope he won't.

[intuitive-revelations]

Semi-live/retrospective analysis of Lucky Day!

As usual, have provided my live reactions, while also going back and analysing in roughly chronological order. Spoilers below the read more.

Ah yes, the long past year of 2007.

Oh so Conrad is the guy.

And he's been following the TARDIS. I wonder if we're going to get a LINDA, Clive Finch, or Redacted reference?

All these mannequins, felt like we were going to get an Auton appearance for a second.

Oh, so this is a missing Ruby and Fifteen adventure, cool!

Future edit: Looking up this episode on the wiki, turns out this was actually foreshadowed in one of the NSA books, which is really cool! In that story (Caged), Ruby mentions having "outrun a Shreek". I love this, as I don't think we've had such a strong connection between the NSAs and the series since Series 1, when Justicia was mentioned in Boom Town, referencing The Monsters Inside?

"Aliens are real, we all know that." So are we stepping back to the RTD1-era status quo? I guess it does make sense with UNIT tower in the middle of London.

This imaginary storytelling is a bit out of nowhere, but cool.

I wonder how Ruby got the extra vial of antidote? I guess this is prior to Season 2 and she met with the Doctor?

"If he was here, he'd be flirting with you." Ah, another moment to add to my long-planned pride month queer Doctor gifset.

Interesting to see Louise here with Cherry and Carla. Very domestic and friendly, which is nice.

"She's not mentioned the Doctor in weeks" After that post on here, I can't stop seeing Paul McGann in Conrad's face.

Kate! Oh, so is the antidote from UNIT?

"Mel's on her way to Sydney" Tegan-Nyssa-Mel meetup?

Shame they're still going the love interest route with Kate and Ibrahim. Honestly, I was hoping he'd end up more of a rival, providing some internal conflict at UNIT in balancing its military and scientific missions (which would be a good driving storyline for a spin-off appearance).

I assume that's not it... but interesting to touch on the PTSD associated with companion life.

Oh, and Ruby said as such explicitly!

Conrad you idiot. I expected as such, but of course he didn't take the antidote.

Shirley's back!

The cut to UNIT arriving was a little sudden. I notice they're using the music from the 60th, which I guess is being setup as a new theme for them? A bit odd using it here though, without the Doctor present, since it seems to have a small quote of The Shepherd's Boy in it? I guess it could just be coincidence.

OH DAMN. Wasn't expecting it to be a setup. A little silly how recognisable and accurate the costumes and sound were, but I guess Conrad did witness the real Shreek. Having the aliens be costumes is pretty fun and meta (and I must admit, another possible point for the TV meta theory/interpretation) - wasn't there a post on here suggesting something like that earlier this week?

I noticed the electrician hat earlier, know it's all a set-up, which he presumably did the wiring on, puts a whole new spin on this.

I was going to call Conrad a podcast bro earlier, but held back. I wasn't expecting it to be so accurate. Kinda feels weird that Ruby wouldn't have picked up on this stuff before going on his podcast? I guess it could have been a recent, secretive turn.

Damn, so Think Tank aren't alien conspiracy theorists. They're anti-alien conspiracy theorists?! "There are no Shreek, no Cybermen, no Sycorax, no Yetis in the underground." No wonder he didn't take the antidote.

"They're stooges and actors" I mean... holding up that mask kinda goes against that point, no? Think Tank were responsible for the costumed Shreek, yet they showed up anyway. This feels just as stupid reasoning as real conspiracies.

"This one's collecting benefits, stealing our taxes while she lies to us." Jesus. Also topical...

This does make the "storytelling" scene earlier feel a bit misleading now, mind you, if Conrad never thought any of this was real.

TRINITY WELLS!

The live TV presence is so RTD feeling, despite this episode being written by Pete McTighe. The misinformation is kinda infuriating (of course, reporting a fake emergency is not "harmless") but hardly unrealistic.

And now he's literally doxxing everyone.

Kinda wish they'd mention the Chibnall era UNIT defunding as they're talking about the political consequences of all this.

So Conrad applied 8 years ago. So around 2016 or 2017? Honestly, he might've not gotten the job BECAUSE of the Brexit-related defunding?

Oh, this dude. I knew there was something suspicious with the focus on him.

I feel like this is all a bit overly dramatic for one episode? Honestly, if we were to get a UNIT spin-off, as suggested, I feel like this "uprising" could have been another great arc to use over a series?

"Subscription to Albion TV, revisionist podcasts... it's an echo chamber of disinformation." Wait, is Albion TV where ap Gwilliam's Albion Party comes from? I guess it's the DW equivalent of something like NewsMax or GB News.

The politics are so heavy here, I honestly wonder if McTighe is trying to make up for Kerblam? The infiltration and attack on UNIT headquarters even feels quite Jan 6-y, although it being Conrad only in the building with a gun feels closer to a mass-shooting / assassination scenario.

A little tired of it always coming back to the Brigadier with Kate. I love him, sure, but it does feel like we have to do this every single story with her.

HOLY SHIT KATE. (kinda deserved though)

Love the emphasis that Conrad doesn't even really believe what he's spreading.

"At least your special effects are improving." And of course he tries to flip-flop onces he's (seemingly) safe. Kinda meta too.

Wasn't expecting the Doctor to actually show up here. When is this, I wonder?

"You've had plenty of... friends. Have you met MIss Belinda Chandra yet?" OH?! So that explains that. So much for the Master connection, though.

I wonder if these "spoilers" are going to bite the Doctor in the arse, and Conrad is going to succeed in rewriting his future / "rejecting [this] reality".

Yep, and it seems to be by Mrs Flood's hand? But what need does she have for Conrad, of all people? "The Governor", while I don't think it's her actual name, feels like it's hinting at a Time Lord title for her?

Overall Thoughts

Great episode - with a LOT to talk about.

Another politics-heavy episode from Pete McTighe. I definitely feel this is his strongest yet, and the best handled, though there's still a lot to debate regarding UNIT. While I was a lot more critical of Kerblam, I think I will defend him here TBF, since of course that's going to happen when you go at a big discussion topic like this. While the episode is clearly swinging at disinformation and right-wing podcast types (the actual political views of Conrad etc., while not a big focus, are pretty clear from things like the benefits dig at Shirley and Jordan's Albion TV subscription, plus the subtext of course), it does end up forcing us into a position of sort-of defending UNIT's recent militaristic, "government spook" depiction (which has long been a little bit of a shame, given the Moffat era was clearly swinging us towards a more scientific UNIT, though admittedly that did dampen in later episodes). Though the arrest of Conrad et al. was arguably justified, behaviour like that in The Star Beast is much less so. I guess this is a moment to remember that characters don't need to be perfect, which the ending with Kate was definitely leaning on, and not everything is intended as part of a political message. Honestly, this is just more of the reason why I am in support of a UNIT spin-off: not to glorify them, but so we can dive deeper into this debate with more nuance than can be packed into a 45-minute episode.

In any case, UNIT continues to be divisive. Interesting having them being such a public face of alien defence now - again, it feels very much like a step back to the RTD1 status quo. Also nice to confront the politics and funding situation of the organisation, after the Brexit stuff in the Chibnall era, though again it's a shame that didn't come up at all. I would assume obtaining funding again is related to UNIT's recent public transformation? I do wonder if the long-term fallout of Conrad's actions is putting us back on course for the evolution into UNISYC, as we were speculating during the last era?

As sudden and dramatic as it was, I did really like the public response to the livestream, which did feel very real, especially AMNN and Trinity Wells's opinion program (what a sadly realistic evolution of that character) immediately leaping on it as persecution against right wing voices - especially given the reaction just today by US Republicans to things like the AFD ruling in Germany. See also whenever Elon Musk starts going off about the Labour Party and other ruling parties in Europe.

Conrad is fascinating. It seems as if he must have been a sceptic for some time, even with his own experiences - I wonder if he had it beaten into him, after seeing the TARDIS materialise in 2007? On the other hand, how much of that belief is genuine and how much is him playing it up to make a buck? Feels very reminiscent of all the right-wing personalities going publicly against vaccines and such, despite being fine with them in private. Speaking of which, there's clearly a right-wing / libertarian bend to his views - is that how he's always been, or is he another person whose been radicalised, or who saw the disinformation space as a good grift?

By the end of the episode, his beliefs seem quite incoherent, what with him being positioned against the Doctor, even knowing that he's real. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, as it's hardly an unrealistic development, but I do wonder where his thinking is going to go next? Is he going to stay a denialist, or swing around and become more anti-alien - if so, what will his perspective on UNIT evolve into? That they're not aggressive enough? Or maybe that they're the wrong people for the job, and alien-fighting should be less secretive / a more open government action? With Mrs Flood seemingly intending to let him out, I suspect we'll see more of him.

Very happy to see Ruby and all her family. As mentioned, I do love that things are so cordial between Louise and Carla, so hopefully things have settled a bit from her "real mum" stuff last series, which I know was intentionally meant to be a bit messy, despite being pretty disrespectful to adopted parents like Carla. The examination of her PTSD from travelling with the Doctor was awesome to have, it all felt very Steven Universe Future. For a moment, I thought that might have been the direction we were going with the episode: a Listen-like scenario, where there isn't anything actually there, which made the twist really stand out to me. Being betrayed and exposed as she was is hardly going to help with that.

Kinda disappointed that it seems Conrad is how the Doctor found out about Belinda? I guess the This is Gallifrey motif really wasn't important, unless this is a misdirect and we're still missing something (after all, it didn't feel like Conrad really set the Doctor on course to find her, unlike what he implied in The Robot Revolution).

[last-starry-sky]

((original photo post by daisylambs is HERE))

nowhere town, nowhere

{part 1} - {part 2} - 1.4k, more set up, no warnings, not quite price x reader yet but they finally meet! ((also gaz is here too hi gaz))

Tiny sparks of snow whirled around your feet as you paced around your car. The cold was seeping in through the soles of your fashionable boots, past your tall, thin, socks, and into your skin. It felt like your very bones were going to freeze to the ground if you waited any longer. Walking circuits around your car while you waited for this mysterious "Captain" you've been emailing was the only thing keeping the cold at bay.

A sudden wind whipped down the road, sending the piles of delicate, snow topped leaves on a frigid dance. You managed to pull down your hat over your eyes and bury your face in your scarf before the worst of the icy torrent drove your body back against the car. When the wind stopped, your eyes opened to your brown boots covered in a lacy pattern of sparkling, hard white.

You felt like a fool. He had told you about the storm. Had warned you not to drive up today, but you were headstrong. Stubborn. When the snow failed to appear mile after mile as you drove north, you smiled to yourself, ready to throw his silly warnings in his face once you met.

The wind had picked up once you exited the highway. Then, with every town you passed, the sky grew cloudier and darker until, with a final gust that shook your little car as you turned down the country road, the snow began to fall. You made the rest of the trip in silence, even the radio lost out here, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel as you swallowed your own pride.

You kicked the snow as you rounded the front of your car for what felt like the fiftieth time. It would be beautiful here if you had dressed properly. Absolutely everything has been dusted by the sudden early snowfall: the rough siding of both the cabin and the nearby barn, the long stacked wood pile along the house, even the windshields of the vehicles parked haphazard in the wide clearing serving as a driveway. The perfect makings of a landscape, if only you had your supplies and the will to endure the weather for a few hours.

In the shelter underneath the cars, little puffball shaped birds hopped merrily through the leaves and grasses. You smiled as they fluttered from place to place in search of food. While you were leaning against the cold metal of your car door, they suddenly let out a choir of chirps before flapping away beyond the tree line. It didn't take long to find why. A large brown cat had slunk out of the barn. She was low to the ground, eyes fixed under the two trucks where the finches and chickadees had once sheltered. Her quarry gone, she sat up and wrapped her fluffy tail around her feet solemnly.

Another wind shook through the boughs of the trees high above you. You leaned against the body of your car, gloved hands rubbing your arms for a scrap of warmth, as you watched barely visible ice rattle the branches. The tips shimmered like a dancer's fingers, bare and bony. You considered in that moment putting aside your city-girl sensibilities to break into the empty cabin. All you wanted was to warm up in front of crackling wood stove you had spied through the frosted window when you first arrived. The thought was dashed once you heard footsteps crashing up through the leaves.

From behind the hill that rolled down the property into the lake basin below, a man slowly appeared. First, a shock of wind-blown brown hair. His lack of a hat surprised you at first, until you noticed the streams of sweat running down his face and neck. He had been working hard even through the sudden storm. A few steps more and a full, close kept beard, speckled with gray was revealed. In fact, now that he's closer, you could see the gray setting in across his temples.

Watching with wide eyes, he turned to talk at someone behind him, a puff of hot breath trailing from his smiling mouth. His laughing words were lost to the wind, but the tone of his voice carried: deep and sparkling, linting with a northern accent. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, high cheeks pinching his eyes closed.

Your breath caught in your throat. That . . . that had to be him. The man you were waiting for. The Captain. You felt your cheeks begin to burn. Oh no. He's far more handsome than the few blurry pictures on the website had led you to believe.

He made his way closer, wide strides quickly trekking across the flat top of the hill. He was still looking backwards at his companion. Probably hadn't even seen you yet. A sly smile cracked across you face. Oh, but you could see him. You could see his wide, flannel covered, shoulders. The long wooden handle of an axe slung behind his back. One hand flexed around the thick wood, the other palming a coiled chord of rope at his side. His sleeves were both rolled up to the elbows and his shirt was open, exposing the sweat-stained, gray t-shirt below.

Good god, the way his under shirt hugged the curves of his body. It was positively criminal. You felt your neck flush, then cool rapidly as the wind evaporated your sweat. Sure, there were muscled guys in the city, but they were more of the gym-bro type. While you appreciated the physique and the effort it took, the personalities of the men themselves never impressed you too much. Too self absorbed. Too vain.

The man striding toward you was nothing like that, though. He had a body hewn from what had to be decades of day-to-day hard work. Maybe construction, you guessed, or the lumber industry? There seemed to be a lot of that around here. Whatever it was, it made him solid. Strong. His muscle was practical, not for show. Even from a distance you could see the fullness of his pecs, the nip of his waist, the small bit of lower belly pudge pushing against the fly of his jeans-

"ello there!" a stranger's voice called, snapping you out of a daze.

A man in a blue cap and work-jacket broke away from his companion to jog up to you. He caught his breath before he spoke, smiling and leaning a hand on the body of your car. Not that you minded. You were struck dumb by just how tall and beautiful he was. His dark skin and eyes shone down on you like lost sunshine. He even smelled nice: like sap and iron. You felt yourself melting in your boots.

"What's a pretty thing like you doin' all the way out here, love?" he asked, words honey-sweet. The line of a mustache twinged above his lip as he spoke. You laughed, shaking your head as tears pricked at the sides of your eyes from another burst of snow. "Lost?" he continued.

The spooled chord of rope thwacked hard against the man's chest, making him step back with an exhaled oomph.

"Take care 'f that for me. Thanks," the other man, the one you assumed was Captain Price, said tersely as he stepped into the space between the two of you. As the blue-hatted man backed away, he continued looking down at you with striking blue eyes, icy as the air between you. "This has to be my tour I told not to come on account the weather."

He must have expected you to speak some interjection, some joke or excuse, because he left a pause of silence as he stared you down. But you said nothing. The only other sounds the other man's footsteps crunching away through the leaves and snow. Wood creaked and moaned as the barn door was forced open just enough for the man in the blue hat to squeeze inside. The cat, given up on her hunt, silently slunk in behind him. Another wind whipped up behind you, making you shake in your boots.

"Sorry," you whispered, dropping your eyes and burying your chapped lips behind the loose weave of your stylish plaid scarf. You really were sorry. Clearly you had interrupted some important work on his property: it requiring two men out in the inclement weather. He must be a busy man, and now you had forced his focus onto you. "You . . . you're Captain Price, right?" you managed to chatter out.

"I am," he answered crossing his arms across his barrel of a chest, the wind fluttering his hair, "but please, call me John." Sweat and musk from his work poured off of him, but it was carried with the pleasant smell of fresh cut wood and pine needles. You fought your frostbitten brain's desire to throw yourself into his chest and drink up his warmth.

"And you'll be an icicle if y' don't get inside. Follow me," he said with authority, not leaving any room to argue.

He gently gripped your arm with that large, strong hand of his, pulled you away from the freezing metal of your car, and lead you toward the inviting halo of yellow light pooled outside his cabin's window.

[cairngorm-ard]

my DBDA fics masterlist!

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Payneland - Edwin Payne x Charles Rowland

cross your fingers, I’m yours to lose

~1.5k words, complete

Payneland non sexual submission!

Spam - a collab with @playfulpawing

2.6k words, complete

a silly modern au fic with some light d/s, centred around emails!

Meet me on the Try Line - a collab with @sixbynine-da

(Currently) ~100k words, incomplete

rugby au! Modern college setting, slowburn, denial of feelings, but also a lot of impulsive kissing

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GhostCrow - Edwin Payne x Monty Finch x Charles Rowland

you feel like the home I’ve never had

~13k words, complete

postcannon/during cannon Monty dying fic! Angst with a happy ending

another head aches, another heart breaks

(Currently) ~20.5k words, incomplete

post canon, drama, angst, amnesia!, all with a happy ending

I’m sinking underwater, drowning in the memory of you

(Currently) ~60k words, incomplete

dad!monty, slightly slowburn, modern au!!

last years wishes are this years apologies

7.2k words, complete

Modern au! Monty meets the boys at a club

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MontWin - Edwin Payne x Monty Finch

somebody told me I’d be a dreamer for life

~11k words, complete

postcannon/during cannon Monty dying fic! Angst with a happy ending

alone (with you on my mind)

~1k words, complete

nsfw, pining

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CricketCrow - Charles Rowland x Edwin Payne

up on the sun, looking sad and beautiful

(currently) 6k words, incomplete

mid-canon, developing feelings and figuring things out!

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CatCrow - The Cat King x Monty Finch

make me feel alive - series (a collab with @anything-thats-rock-and-roll !)

I’ll go back to the city light - part 1

lover I don’t have to love - part 2

5.5k words and 3.6k words, complete.

A catcrow actors!/rockstar!Au collab with my daring bird!! Two different fics on the same sort of plot!

everyone is a curse (or something worse?)

(Currently) 26k words, incomplete

postcanon catcrow magic au!

do I wanna know? (If this feeling flows both ways)

1k words, complete

modern au hookup into relationship thing!

sparks fly like constellations on the breeze

823 words, complete

a short little fluffy thing!

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all fics tagged in title!

[cinderspots]

Do you guys ever think of how beautiful it is that even when you come and go, you live on?

Specifically, I'm talking about word and speech patterns. For me and several other people I know, when I am close with someone, I intake the things they say and make them a part of my vocabulary. Isn't that nice to know? That there is a forever inside joke between people you once knew and the ones you know now?

When I was a sophomore in high school, I knew these two girls, one a senior and one a junior. Now I am friends with said senior post high school, but at the time, I and her did not talk. But i adored the junior, who was best friends with the senior. Not in any sort of weird crush way but more like the friend crush, they are so cool type of thing- but the junior had a habit of saying "so true" in response to very serious or silly things with no remorse or impulse control before backtracking when they realized it wasn't appropriate- they told me that they started doing it because of the senior. And then even now, years later, I myself saying "so true" like a parrot who's repeating the words of an owner no more, but remembers all the same.

When I was even younger, a baby freshman, I was (to my undying embarassment) not only a wattpad enjoyer but a wattpad role player. If you don't know what that is- close your eyes and let yourself remain innocent young one. There was this one person I roleplayed with in particular @imsososolesbian that had a fixation on the oxford comma- that's right I wasn't born with the comma affliction- and after talking to them (with the // of real conversation before we immediately decided we'd rather just talk to each other than play pretend) I noticed that I had developed this habit of using the comma far far too much (the disease unfortunately is uncurable and set for life) because the speech pattern worked on me through text rather than talk. Me and that person don't talk anymore and that's really sad sometimes, but I like to think that maybe I gave them something back, like my tendency to leave auto cap on so all my texts start with a capital unless I'm on my computer. We pass each other like ships, and I try to check in, and they do the same, but we aren't quite as close as before. That's okay.

Also in Freshman year I became friends with a group of kids on my bus (it ends in tragedy and the familiar ridiculous high school drama) and this one girl in the group who was my age and shared chemistry with would spell out LOL with her hands and say the letters individually- to be ironic it occurs to me now, but back then I just thought it was funny. At first, when I adapted it into my vocabulary, I did it the same, but I found that my brain did not like moving my hand along with it, and so I just spelled it. LOL and LMAO were and still are my big offenders because I was not doing it to be ironic. That girl literally altered my brain chemistry, and I can not think of it another way. Because the things we take from others are changed in our care, but that doesn't make it any less shared.

Hearing Mariah Carey, who i actually did not care about before we had this tiff about her last Halloween, makes me think of @bee-nutauthor . Because it doesn't always spread the way i expect, the song, the name, the words themselves make me think of my friend. I don't look at art anymore and just think in legible thoughts, I eat art, I eat your praise, I bark at things I like a lot, I use abomination words that do not exist, I am extremely familiar with pompompurin because @dead-finch-420 a fixation, in fact Finch is my fixation spreader because theyre always dragging me into it. Isn't that nice too? To be thought of when someone enjoys media, to be remembered we long as that media exists and if not there in memory of it? Because the closer I am to someone, the worse it is. In all the other examples, I would describe the people I picked things up from as an acquaintance friend. Not particularly close, but close enough. When I see bugs, I first scream (loudly), and then I think, "Would Lemni like this?"When I watch horror or see the sky during the night, or view the snow as it falls, I think,"Would MJ like this?" I think and think and think and it's all because of these things, these words, the visions, and I see everyone I've ever known in everything there is to see.

In my Junior year I started to use the word "girl" and "girlie" because of a coworker that I grew very close to used it very very often on me, she also inflicted me with the "like" curse for its second round on my brain- it hasn't gone away since. We still talk because I can remember you when you're still here, which can be sad sometimes, but also comforting in a way. If I can remember you while you're here, I can remember you when you're gone.

@split-milk-7 Someone who I view to be my best friend has inflicted many vocabulary additions. We met on a re8 Miranda discord because Miranda lovers are so very rare, and we decided that of course we should be friends married and we are technically wife and spouse. But they had a particular fixation on using "bestie" to refer to me every other sentence. I am physically incapable of not using the word "bestie" in a sentence while talking aloud to people. I could not resist it. My brain decided it liked that word above all, and so here I am.

@h-doodles I was never someone who bit before I joined the meower server, filled with people who I consider to be my closest friends in the world - and I've never met a single one of them. I find that I like biting. I will think of them eternally as the meowers, for all our jokes will live in my head for years until I can no longer remember why I say these things, but I say them all the same. Because it's inevitable that you forget, but do they need to remember you for your words to live on? People will continue to say the things you said, and they may not know you gave that to them, but it will continue to spread the same way slang spreads eternally. It lives. @zeleneagle, I am not awake, I am an awaker. For some reason, I use :3 now. I bite because I love, and sometimes because angy, boi, floof, birb, borb, whatevah, music, movies, pictures, life, and death, it's everywhere.

To me, you are everywhere.

And I think that's beautiful in a way that I myself can not always appreciate, on the days when the world seems so dull and empty and unwelcoming and so not made for me. I think I should try and think of this when it gets like that, when my bed feels like the only place I can be safe. That the world is full of you and friends and love alongside the enemies and hate and sadness. And if the world is full of you, then doesn't that also mean it's full of me? That I might live on in others the same way you live on in me? That I made an impact on someone, however minor, that I mattered? That you mattered?

I wonder what I've given off to someone else to live on and be remembered for. I hope it wasn't something stupid like me saying people's names in a British accent and pronouncing it really wrong on purpose.

They might resent me a little for that

[tgcf-fic]

Hello, I’m back.😁🤚 I’ve got another tgcf fic rec request. We always see Hua Cheng putting his best or original face on in front of XL, but we’re pretty explicitly told he’s fond of frequently shape shifting based on his mood and whim, and then it’s pretty well ignored for most of the story. I’m looking for any recs that show Hua Cheng earning/showing off his faceless shapeshifter reputation. I’m looking for stories where hua Cheng is only consistently recognizable by his bells. If you don’t know of any like that then just some where he shape shifts beyond his “Hot guy og form”, or “ hot guy younger form” at least more than once.

This one might be tough to find anything for.😅 But I’d be grateful for anything you know of.

Hmm, that's a tough one. I couldn't really find anything about the bells but here's a couple fics I hope you enjoy:

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Husband Robes by Linisen (T, 1k, HuaLian, Boyfriend T-shirt only make it HuaLian, Post-Canon, Spoilers for the novels, Implied Sexual Content, scaring the heavenly realm while being domestic, HC living his best dead life, XL too let's be honest, Silly silly, eternal husbands, Fluff, Established HuaLian) this one doesn't have shapeshifitng aspect in it but it does feature the bells

On Our Way to Fall by etymologyplayground (T, 6k, HuaLian, Fluff, Romance, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Making Out, Humor, Intimacy, Shapeshifting)

Shook by Sheer Atrocity by crowdedcafe (E, 3k, HuaLian, PWP, Demon Sex, Shapeshifting, Biting, Finger Sucking, Painplay, Rimming, Riding, Rough Sex, ft. hua chengs funky demon dick)

Pulse Points by fullmetalpotterhead (G, 1k, HuaLian, Post-Canon, Fluff, Shapeshifting, Heartbeats, lazy kisses, XL is so in love with his husband, HC wants to be warm for his husband, Nonsexual intimacy)

on trusting foxes by huacheng (G, HuaLian, Shapeshifting, Fluff)

cosmetics by marquisguyun (G, <1k, HuaLian, Nail Polish, Shapeshifting)

house finch hua cheng by periwinkleblossom (G, 1k, HuaLian, Modern, Shapeshifting, hualian are in love, Fluff, Afternoon Cuddles, finch HC, Mild Hurt/Comfort, reassurance and cuddles, HC's self worth issues)

Ever-changing Faces, Unwavering Devotion by fullmetalpotterhead (G, 1k, HuaLian, Fluff, Post-Canon, Hualian’s typical overlap of worship and love, Shapeshifting)

A Pesky Pest by moonlight_goose (T, 6k, FX & HC & MQ, HuaLian, Shapeshifting, Bickering, Fox Hua Cheng, Humor, Shapeshifting HC, There is no peace for FX and MQ when XL's husband exists, Post-Canon)

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[team-avia]

as a donna lover i have to ask, what was the process of writing her route like?

were there any alternative ideas for how it could've gone that got scrapped? if so, what were they?

and is there any early concept art of her that's not been posted that we can see?

Originally, there was meant to be a Beneviento Manor sequence during Donna's sick arc, but we scrapped it because it would require another bg for just one chapter in the whole game.

In the Neutral ending, I originally intended on you to be let down gently before being sent away due to the newfound confidence in her religion before deciding that nah it'd be more fun to make yall suffer. As well as that the Cult ending was originally just her killing us but I thought it'd be silly if I tricked people into thinking they got the romantic ending before going PSYCH!

Donna's character was also originally intended to belong in the art major as a split off from a choice I'm sure you're familiar with, but in my writing, I uh. Forgot. So, instead of focusing on the theatre antics, we got lots of flowers! I'm glad I know floriography, lol. As for her route in general, I had planned on it being a lot darker than it turned out, but happy accidents!

As for early art concepts, I believe we've posted them all (Finch, correct me if I'm wrong)

Cinder

[kitswritingantics]

binch headcanons for the soul 😔🙏🙏

HEHEHAHAH YES I LOVE RAMBLING ABOUT MY SILLIES

buttons is part of the tall bottoms agenda (someone said this awhile ago and i have not been able to get it out of my head)

the amount of "i love you more" fights these bitches have is insane

buttons' big love language is physical touch, finch's is acts of service

finch was the one who proposed in the modern/hs au

buttons got him and finch promise rings in the canon au

finch is terrified of the ocean. like deep water he can't see? nuh-uh.

buttons doesn't like driving so he lets finch handle it (passenger princess buttons my beloved)

finch can not cook to save his life. like he can make a pot of annie's mac n cheese and put some chicken nuggies in the oven (they will turn out slightly burnt) but that is the extent of his culinary skill

buttons uses finch as his mannequin for all his sewing projects (another headcanon i love with my entire heart)

no one's clothes are safe. finch steals all of buttons' sweatshirts. buttons loves finch's movie t-shirt collection. match made in hell.

adhd/anxiety finch, autistic buttons

finch also has dyscalculia so reading + math is a struggle (buttons tries his best)

buttons is a big rambler. finch listens as his eyes slowly turn into hearts.

weekly (if not daily) cuddle + gossip sessions. in the modern/hs au buttons works at american eagle and gives finch all the tea

@thegreatbuttoneer if you have any more feel free to add angel <3

[b0vidine]

B0vidine CCCC AU master list!

(No pictures included this time if you need visuals feel free to ask but I also tag my AUs when I post about them so checking my acc should also work!)

Whole turns his thirds into puppets.

Arrival/album HMSW:

My personal interpretations/designs for the CCCC album. Not exactly an AU but they have names so I figured I should add them.

Mind: Valais

Heart: Virtue

Soul: Ash

Reverse AU:

CCCC but the timeline is in reverse order.

Whole: Finch

Mind: Una

Heart: Thera

Soul: Robin

Encore:

Whole: Snare

Mind: King

Heart: Dove

Soul: Wander

Post Encore:

Puppets turn back into humans and get over their trauma together!

Whole: Snare

Mind: King

Heart: Paladin/Pal

Soul: Piper

Encore Swap:

Since creation there's been the idea that Encore is a secret swap AU. King gets called a Whole often. Help him!

Whole -> Soul: Icarus

Mind -> Whole: Noodle

Heart -> Mind: Artificer

Soul -> Heart: Stasis

Jest [Encore]:

My friend Oswin has a silly guy named Buttercup and he wanted to put that guy in Encore. They are all clown themed and play little games to earn their memories back!

Whole: Salem

Mind: Majesty

Heart: Kea

Soul: Amble

Bad End Encore [Also known as BET] :

Me and Rosy collab to ruin the Encores happiness.

Whole: Ivory

Mind: Cassiopeia/Cassi

Heart: Rouge

Miracle AU:

Soul: Poet (He's dead tho)

Mythos [Encore]:

Encore timeline where every character is a mythical creature of some kind.

Whole: Aria

Mind: Thane

Heart: Bard

Soul: Stray

Hero [Encore]:

Encore but in reality and they're super heros? This is what happens when you mix your friends hyperfixations with your's smh /lhj

Whole: Ensnare

Mind: Monarch

Heart/Soul have had nothing worked on for them.

Backrooms [Encore]:

This au is actually just for Snare and Damien and neither of them have nicknames. We've been calling them their level numbers so Snare is 155 and Damien is 999.

Made before Encore. I wanted a CCCC AU but had no ideas so I slapped them into my Marble Hornets AU.

Whole: Source

Mind: Stoic

Heart: Serene

Soul?: Ardor

Choir:

Hmsw are biblically accurate angels.

Whole: Seraph

Mind: Ruler

Heart: Cherub

Soul: Throne

[Creative ik]

Gamer AU:

Mall AU:

When a new loop begins and Heart and Mind start fighting Soul tosses them into whatever video game he's into at the moment to try and make them get along. This is a collab AU now that I share with Oswin, Alex and Francey. While the AU was my idea originally the only guy that's technically mine is Heart.

Whole: [No nickname]

Mind: Null

Heart: Mono

Soul: Drei

Marble Hornets AU:

Another collab AU. HMS live in a dying, liminal, mall and their only customer is Whole. I again only have the Heart of this AU, whos name is Murid. This AU is shared with my friends Nova and Alex.

Whole: Sam

Mind: Victor

Heart: Murid

Soul: Hira

Tulpa!Whole au:

AU where Whole is a tulpa created by Soul. None of them have nicknames yet.

Collab with Nova. It's a slenderverse inspired au with both the CCCC and TFFTT guys. Still a work in progress.

HMS do not have proper names yet.

Green TFFTT: Cervi

Blue TFFTT: Crista

Red TFFTT: Cardin

HMS-sonas:

Obviously what it sounds like, HMS but they are me from my brain.

Mind: Leviathan

Heart: Mishe

Soul: Decay

[chaosfairy18]

perchance some binch (buttons + finch) drabble??? they're my sillies and i love them so dearly /nfta

@finchesslingshott

First of all Hello!

I do have to say I don't really do much livesies/stage musical stuff (sorry) nor have I ever really done much thinking on Finch or Buttons even as individual characters nor as a ship (I prefer Redfinch) but since you've been so kind to send me an ask I tried my best. I really only have Hotshot as a recurring character in my writing and even then she is very different from canon Hotshot.

Buttons is Tadhg McCarthy (his canon name in UKsies) and he got the name because he 'has his buttons' (being smart) but I still made him sew. (Thanks to Nox for the UKsies infos <3)

Finch isn't even here that much but I write him mostly like my dear friend @clevereverest makes me think of him, I love her Redfinch writing

Mostly this is actually Buttons character study a bit and his friendship with another pickpocket who sews: Swifty. Because I am 99% 92sies focused and I needed to at least have one character I already know how to write.

Now enjoy: (750 words)

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Buttons wasn’t sure what to do with Finch always having some rip in his clothes. Naturally he’d help him, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. For most people he’d ask for a fee for patching their things up – if they didn’t want that they could go to someone else – but with Finch he regrettably couldn’t do that as they were close.

Didn’t mean he had to be happy about not getting a bit more money.

Admittedly he had gotten more than enough today by relieving some people of their change.

In the bunkroom – where his sewing kit was – there was only one other newsie, Swifty, apparently doing the same thing. They got along well – thief’s codex and all that – so he sat on the bunk across from him to do his own stitching. “Hey Swifts.”

“Buttons.” Swifty grinned his usual lopsided grin. “Finch again?”

Buttons groaned, looking at the ceiling. “Idiot tears his thin’s every day. Shirts, pants, hat. Last week t’was his socks.” Of course he knew partly how it happened, Finch climbed up some tree and the branches nicked his clothes, he fell down and scraped his knees, he got in fights and teared something else.

“You’d earn a fortune if ya actually took his money.” As much as his tone was teasing, Buttons had a feeling Swifty was thinking something more than what should be going on.

“Can’t rob ‘im blind like that.”, he just said dismissively, getting out his scissors and thread.

“Mhm.”

“What’re you doin’ anyways? One of the littles ripped somethin’?” The kids always tumbled around and Swifty was close to both Flipper and Tumbler – mostly through them being close to Skittery and Bumlets, who were his best friends – and he’d also do a lot for Boots or Snipeshooter, not to mention Splasher. Though Splasher would have come to Buttons for sure.

Swifty held the shirt he was doing something on closer to Buttons, showing a little cat on the hem of it, embroidered in black. “I’m puttin’ little cats on all of Skittery’s clothes to see when he notices. I’m runnin’ out of clothes actually.”

“Bold of you to assume he’s lookin’ at his clothes when he puts them on.”

“It’s still fun. Tumbler loves it, says Skitts is like a cat anyways.”

They talked a bit more, also about what they had stolen the last few days, laughing about some of the close escapes they’d had or reactions they got after stealing various things. Swifty even managed to get a whole dollar, not even wanting to show it, already having it stocked away somewhere. Not that Buttons would have stolen it from him… probably. It would have gotten him such good clothes and sewing equipment though.

It was tempting, but thief’s honour kept him from actually doing it.

A bit later Finch came in, just as Buttons was almost finished, looking eager to get his vest back. “You done yet?”

“Almost.”, he just said dismissively, Swifty snickering from his bunk.

“Let the man work. With how much you’re givin’ him one could think you’re doin’ it on purpose.” Before Finch could reply to that, Swifty had jumped up, shoved the newly embroidered shirt in Skittery’s drawer and quietly disappeared down the stairs, steps light as always.

Finch’s eyes widened a bit, and he looked apologetic. “I promise I ain’t doin’ it on purpose, Tadhg. Just happens.”

“Yeah yeah. You’re just a clumsy bird.” Jumping up, cutting off the last thread, he held out the vest, newly patched, almost looking like new. Or at least the same as before. “There you go. Don’t go and rip it open again, if you keep givin’ me that much business I will have you pay for it. Runnin’ out of thread with all this.”

“I’m sure you won’t lose your buttons though.”, Finch laughed, referring to how Buttons got his nickname, from having all his wits with him. Having his buttons in order, so to speak. It was one of the better nicknames anyhow, as it also fit with sewing.

Finch slipped into the vest and grinned, leaning forward and kissing Buttons’ cheek. “Thanks again, really. I’ll get you some thread or cloth or somethin’. Promise.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure. Just don’t keep making people suspicious with all this. They’s bound to notice I treat you special.”

“Not that they’re wrong.”

“Finch.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He pecked his lips. “See you later.”

Buttons got to sew up two more of his clothes just this week.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

Dude imagine an isekai for genshin where you're a duck. Yea not a selfaware au just you being transported into this wonderful crazy world as some kind of animal. You don't have to worry about anything(except surviving people, monsters and etc trying to eat you of course) and you can just chill no taxes, no rent, no responsibilities just life as a duck.

Like you think you probably messed up your life somehow having been reincarnated(if you actually died which you don't remember happening honestly) as an animal but you're fine for the most part.

Just starting out in Mondstadt chilling in the pond causing some mayhem in mondstat when people try to kick you out of the city and just making friends with people because you're very self aware for a duck of all things and respond to people as if you understand what they're saying. Maybe being a stray dog that refuses to leave the Dawn Winery and Diluc reluctantly adopting you because you just won't go but he's fine with you because he needed a companion and was much lonelier than he let on.

Heck even other birds like a crow in inazuma just chilling and bringing little sparkly things to Ayaka and or Ayato as they do their duties. Becoming a mendaka and swimming around Kokomi whenever she goes to the water.

A little finch in Liyue chilling with Baizhu and Qiqi that Changsheng spills the beans to them that you aren't actually a bird because while they can't understand you she can. Being a cat in Liyue and hopping aboard the Crux to chill with Kazuha who also figures out you weren't just any old cat.

Being a silly harmless little snake from the forest in Sumeru that likes to curl around Tighnari's wrist because he is warm and the rain outside is cold. Maybe being a bird again but this time Wanderer has to deal with you following him and treats you pretty well though he does shoo you away if there's danger.

Perhaps another fish in Fontaine? An otter? Idk there'd be plenty of room to swim and you could do little tricks whenever Neuvillette or Melusines passes by and befriend them.

Idk just an alternative to isekais where you actively have to save the world or be apart of the story like I don't want to participate in the Traveler's life nu-uh keep that nonsense away from me Imma chill in my pond and be the npc duck I was always meant to be plot relevance? Don't know them.

[yohohonabottle]

Scammers, leave me and my damn silly blog alone. I'm piss-poor, got zeeero money, got nothing- NADA- ZILCH to give you. If you think about trying to pull another one over me with a scam/more scams, kindly do both of us a favor and don't waste your time and my time, don't interact. -Have good day/evening.

My writing navigation masterpost/directory

For ease of perusing and some better organizing, I thought to make a sort of post with links to all my fics I've posted. (And those I reposted.)

Why am I reposting my writing from A03? I guess Tumblr is also sort of like a back-up place besides expanding my reach/audience. And I can keep it all neatly in one spot, too which is a bonus. So instead of have 3 or more diff accounts, one for diff purpose, I can have one account with as many separate blogs I need. It'll take me some time to port all of my Ao3 catalogues from the two corners (separate blogs with directory like this one) but yeh.

I will update this when I post something on here or port it from A03. I've linked the series the pieces are part of so you can still read them if you wish to (both if they're not ported on here, are in the process of being ported or on the porting waitlist.)

Dividers by Cafekitsune ! -> Current obsession writing flame: AFK Journey

🕯️ Other blogs/masterposts I have:

📑 Notice about Ocs ask blog having been made 🎨 Finch's (My) Art masterpost! 📑 Notice/ Invitation to open discussion (For a case study I'm working on/were working on.) 📳Notice about the Merlinverse community -We got it folks! 📳Notice about the "Harbringers" having their intros done

✏️ARP -OCs ask blog (Ask Rila & Pirin) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Balladeer) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Knave) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Damoiseau) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Marionet) ✏️Project "Harbringer" ask blog (The Fair Gentleman) 📳 Asmodeus NSFW lounge 📳 About me page (Direct/personal blog)

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🏷️Long(multi-chapter)fanfics:

🖋️____ Scenarios/ "Once upon in a branching timeline" A captive 'bear' -AFKJ- Unexpected union -AFKJ- Unwanted marriage -AFKJ- Cat & Mouse -AFKJ- (Coming soon..)

✨The (mis)adventures of 'Merlin' 🃏 The beginning Woodland escapades (Coming soon...) Blood and sands (Coming soon) Rolling waves (Coming soon) Requiem and haunting (Coming soon) TBA...

🔖One-shot fanfics:

->Karaoke (After Unwanted Marriage epilogue, off-screen antics) -> Shanty duet -> Clown's reminiscing & Bear's sin (that outed half the guests') -> The Don's trial )> Mortal Kombat matchup - Pirin v.s Celestino & Aelius (Pirin lost )> Mortal Kombat matchup - 1v1 - 2v1 - 3v1 (Tie, Win, Loose.) )> Pirin and the squad - DnD & shennanigans Project 'Harbringer' I - The Damoiseau, Blind prophet Project 'Harbringer' II - The Missing Solitaire/Urban legend Project 'Harbringer' III - The Pawn of contracts Project 'Harbringer' IV - The Marionet, Death Project 'Harbringer' V - The Fair Son, Bloomed Eternalist

Unrelated/Misc. -> Esperia loot & lore bits (screenshot compilation) -> Esperia's fish! (Screenshot compilation) |= Part I =| -> Esperia's fish |= Part II =| -> Esperia's fish |= Part III =|

| The Cryptids' foolery antics (compilation of incorrect quotes)

->Paragon lore (meta premise)

-> Casts' singing voice head-cannons! By Finch!

-> Achilles Kore - All-Mather

🌒Self-aware AFK Journey 🌔 The wicked sun and the orderly moon Never-ending as the sea The Sun's favored, ascended to brightest stars Plushies for the Spectators Pt 1 (Coming soon..) Smiling sun- Weeping sun ✨The (mis)adventures of 'Merlin' 🃏 Fall Harvest! -AFKJ- Esperia free hugs tour The mage, knight and captain (Sick-fic/comfort & fluff) Merlin's envy |> The End (Is the Beginning)

🖋️____ Scenarios/ "Once upon in a branching timeline" 🐉''What if X character got stolen by a dragon?'' Idea 'Harpy' & Hare -AFKJ- 'Prince' and the dragon Prince o' thieves & a dragon Kidnapped Knave 🧜''What if X character got taken by a siren?" Idea When the kraken is away, the smaller meaner fish come out to play

🍹''Curse or potion situation'' Idea || Got ships, most being M/M Potion mishap (Yandere scenario) | Optional bonus chapter! ✏️ Potion mishap - The horny sequel (NSFW) (Coming soon..) Berial strikes again! (Yandere scenario) (Coming soon) Madness spiral (Yandere scenario) (Coming soon) Hanging out goes south (NSFW) Night out goes wrong (NSFW) Nuptial night (NSFW - Missing part of "Unexpected union")

📰Long fics:

📑One-shots: ---------------------------------------------------- My reaction to seeing my works on Ao3 & here having kudos and bookmarks & I got followers on this blog:

Back to drawing & writing!

>:(

[kissorkill16]

An Uninvited Guest: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Ivan is back.

Nicky walked down the hall of the school, lost in his own head. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard sounds of squealing and screams of joy.

He followed the noise to the end of the hallway, and he saw all of his friends gathered around something.

"What's going on?", he asked. Enzo backed up a little to let Nicky see, and his heart plummeted.

Because there, plain as day, was a ginger haired boy in an orange shirt, blue overalls, and orange shoes. The boy looked at him, and Nicky didn't recognize the boy.

Sure, he had his face, his hair, his body,...

But what he didn't have was his eyes.

Enzo shook Nicky in excitement, "Ivan's back! He's back! Aren't you so excited? He's back after so long!", he squealed.

Nicky smiled awkwardly, "Yeah...Ivan is back."

Ivan smiled, "That's right, everyone. I'm back.", he said. "I didn't mean to frighten anyone with my sudden disappearance."

"Where were you all this time?", asked Finch.

"Well my dear Finch, it's a little hard to explain. See, that crow man kidnapped me and tried to make me a part of his vile cult, and when I refused, he threw me in a cage.", he said. He put a hand on his forehead, a hand on his chest, and he leaned against the lockers, "I was so terrified! I haven't seen sunlight in so long.", he said.

Ivan stood up straight and walked over to Delroy, putting a hand on his shoulder. "But I'm glad I'm back now, and we can all work together to unmask Crowface once and put an end to his reign of tyranny for all."

While everyone was cheering, Nicky stood in the corner.

That wasn't the real Ivan, that much he knew.

But everyone else was so overjoyed to see him that he didn't want to rain on their parade.

"Ivan.", said Trinity, "Tomorrow, we're ditching school and going on a secret camping trip in the woods. We know the Forest Protectors perform their rituals there and we have to stop them from cursing this town even more before it's too late."

Ivan clapped his hands, feigning excitement. "Oooh! Camping! Fun."

Then put a hand on Nicky's shoulder.

"Excuse me a minute, everyone. I want to have a little talk with my fellow engineer.", said Ivan.

The hand on Nicky's shoulder traveled down to his wrist, and he pulled Nicky to the bathroom with him. He pushed Nicky against the wall, still smiling so evilly.

"Foolish children, aren't they?", said Ivan, "They really think they can stop me. A demon. A demon who haunted this town for years before they were even born."

He stepped closer to Nicky and forced him to look in those shiny red eyes.

"I do admire their bravery and determination though, it'll make destroying them more fun."

Nicky pushed the fake boy away, "Leave my friends alone."

Ivan rolled his eyes and paced around the bathroom, "See, I'm afraid I can't do that, Nicholas. I have to put an end to their childish, foolish, silly little rescue squad for good.", he said. "Though I have to admit, this is kind of your fault."

Nicky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"All of this could've been avoided if you just handed over the device.", Ivan growled.

Nicky rolled his eyes, "First of all, I didn't even have it with me at that time -"

Ivan pushed Nicky against the wall once again, watching him fall to the floor. "But you still have it, don't you?", he stared into Nicky's eyes, watching them quiver with fear. "I thought so, young man."

"I'm not giving you the device."

Ivan turned around, putting on another evil smile. "Wow, a stubborn little boy you are. I wonder who will pay the price for that."

Nicky's eyes widened, and Ivan pushed him against the wall once more and leaned in.

"And it won't just be your little friends, it'll be you as well.", he whispered. "Remember our first meeting? I tried to be merciful with you. Normally, I just kill whoever steps a foot in my business, but I simply threatened you and scared you out of Mr. Peterson's house and thought you'd be smart enough to follow directions.", he let out a deep laugh. "Silly me.", he said. "Silly, stupid me. I won't make that mistake again."

He stepped away and was about to walk out the door, but not before giving Nicky one final glance with those red eyes.

"I'd hate to see another child end up like little Lucy Yi.", he whispered. And with that, he left.

Meanwhile, Nicky was trying to process the whole confrontation he had with that demon. Why did he want that device so badly?

...Could it be the source of the Forest Protector's power?

He knew it was risky, he knew he was putting his and his friends lives on the line, but he had to protect that device.

Because it seemed like the only thing that gave those ravens power.

And without their power, they're nothing but ridiculous people in costumes.