#thread: rescue

[aroaessidhe]

aro & ace Fairytale books

retellings

Until The Last Petal Falls - beauty & the beast aro/aro m/m QPR (prev known as The Beast of Okeme)

The Language of Roses - beauty & the beast with an aro belle

More Than Enough - beauty & the beast ace/ace m/m

The Story of the Hundred Promises - fairytale inspired (+ a little beauty & best), aro major characters and aro themes, m/nb

Little Thieves - high fantasy goose girl retelling, demi/demi m/f

Dithered Hearts - cinderella retelling, fairy godfather is aro (and has some POV)

Create My Own Perfection - aroace medusa, short story

The Ice Princess' Fair Illusion - king thrushbeard, ace lesbian & aroace, in verse

Sea Foam & Silence - the little mermaid, demiromantic & aroace, in verse

original fairytales / fairytale vibes

Come Drink With Me (& other Tales of The Thread) - Chinese original fairytales with aro themes

The Dragon of Ynys - aroace MC

Royal Rescue - aroace MC

#aspec books / aspec database / tumblr masterpost

[aymmidumps]

Hi...

I have awoken from my slumber because I've been pondering the recent news about The Sunshine Court. All I can think about is how much of a massive weirdo Jean is going to be compared to the rest of The Trojans because he grew up in the most hostile, most cultiest environment 😭 .. I cannot wait to see him learn that he doesn't have to dress like everyone else. Eat, shower, sleep and go to class with at least one team member by his side ... but I do hope they find him strange and offputting because babygirl you ARE

[idontparticularlyliketoast]

[clansunsharp]

Neremin is Clan Sunsharp's newest paragon. He worked as a bounty hunter before the clan hired him on full time, and his specialty is spell sniping. Like the rest of the paragons, there's a bit of an oddness about him. Folks who meet him feel as if they're being examined for potential weaknesses, despite his perfectly courteous behavior.

[themosthatedbeingg]

On one hand I have Luci about to fight Blitzø on the other .. Sodododjd he just got kidnapped by god and is about to be double dog Grounded .. Skdododod someone help HES not having a good day

[kashilascorner]

Oh ok. I get now why a lot of people didn't vibe with the ending.

All and all: excellent manga, overall very good final act, too rushed final 2-3 chapters but weak and honestly mediocre epilogue, which makes the high of the ending kind of leave a bitter taste. I think Noda had a good steed and suddenly he had to finish and had to rush all. So the ending in the sense of the final arc was good but the ending proper (final couple chapters) + epilogue......... Not so much

[weaimtomaim]

It was just a random radio signal, right? Just an ordinary human S.O.S. All the way out here, on Cybertron. After Earth had been declared a dead world. One that also spelled out two names. S.W.I.N.D.L.E. M.E.R.E.D-- before cutting out entirely. A ghost on the airwaves, or some chance that rat still lives out there, somewhere?

Things had been quiet lately. Not necessarily good or bad; just routine in the way that life gets sometimes.

One part of that routine involved checking their comm for any incoming messages. They got called up for jobs here and there, sometimes heard from friends or acquaintances that just wanted to catch up.

And then there was this.

Swindle frowned. This was... not like their normal messages. It was coded in a different, yet somewhat familiar, way. When he finally pinned it down as being Morse code, his frown only deepened. That was a human form of communication. What bot was using that to contact them? Or was this genuinely a human attempting to reach them for whatever reason?

He went about decoding it. S-W-I-N-... okay, that was his name. Well, you've got my attention. Then: M-E-R-E-D-

Nothing else. Just his own name, and the start of another word that got cut off.

...

Wait.

M-E-R... Maybe not a word, but another name? Meredith?

"What the fuck," Swindle muttered to himself before rechecking his work. Maybe he got something wrong in the translation? But no, it's still definitely Mered- and then it ends there.

How did-- ? What was-- ? Who-- ? None of those questions were worth finishing, let alone trying to answer at the moment. This was going to require some investigation to get a fuller picture. Swindle began trying to trace the signal to its source and alerted the rest of the team that... something was happening.

[ultfan]

my ass going over ch6 again and... why tf isn't anyone talking about the implication naegi (and gang, i suppose) was manipulated into putting the remnants into the nwp?

[beyuji]

a starter for @bexria ( search and rescue )

yuji quite enjoys people watching. it’s a good way to spend time, and she’s always been nosy. likes getting into other people’s business and just knowing things if something begins to spark an interest in her. it’s not too often people incite her to approach and strike up a conversation though. those times are few and far in between. 

but right now, yuji is highly considering. she’s watched a girl speak to a few other people, the expression on her face slowly getting more and more distraught as she goes from person to person. the stranger looks like she’s looking for something, and yuji takes a moment to consider approaching and asking if she needs help. there’s a frantic energy coming off of her, and she feels a bit bad just sitting back and watching. her moral compass wins, and she pushes off her spot to step towards the girl, calling out. “ah, excuse me–” a smile curves on her face, friendly and well-practiced. “do you…need help with anything? you look a little…” she trails off, offering an amused smile.

[dnangelic]

sometimes i feel like the way i write him people who know nothing about the series would be surprised to find out that dark or daisuke is the protagonist and not like, the overall series antag, but it's just a matter of the fact that everything in the series happens to revolve around daisuke despite the way that within the greater narrative he's an antag to the law as a criminal and the hikari by uh, long-standing family feud stuff. what i'm saying is to certain groups he absolutely, definitely can serve as a 'villain' which is why i don't necessarily shy away from anything related to the fact.

[dramatisperscnae]

[my muse was unexpectedly kidnapped, found a year later barely alive, injured, and bound.]

@resignedworkaholics

It had happened. Of course, it had happened. He knew it would the second the thought occurred to him only a few moments after finding out that the man he loved with a vigilante. Dick had disappeared. More than just disappeared - he had vanished into the air 12 months ago and Tim had been the sorry target to have to come to the house and tell Marcus when there had been no sign of him at the end of patrol. He'd held it together in front of Tim and then trashed the place as soon as the teen had left him to it. Marcus had had to tell him to leave, he still regretted how nasty he'd been but he didn't need someone babysitting him when he had a job to do. It had been a very long 12 months of barely any sleep and even less sanity. Marcus knew Dick wouldn't be pleased with him when he found how just how many people had been screaming, writhing on the floor at his hands but he would be okay if Dick was mad at him. Because if Dick was mad then Dick was alive. And alive he was. Skin and bones and covered in blood that Marcus knew was his own. New or old, it didn't really matter. He should have made them scream more. His hands were gentle for the first time in a year as he crouched next to the shell of a man who had been his partner; fingers gently checking for a pulse and then working to untie him. "Dick?" He said softly, forcing himself not to sound like a man who had been crying for so many days. "Hey, handsome, can you hear me?" Never in his life had he thought he would be able to pick Dick up... Yet, he was certain he would be able to lift Dick and take him home as soon as he was sure that wouldn't cause any more damage.

He'd tried to keep track of the time. Done his best without the aid of clock or light or regular feeding schedule. It had to have been weeks. Months, maybe. Surely someone was still looking for him, weren't they? Tim or Barbara or Jason…?

Marcus?

God, Marcus.

His siblings' faces had featured in what dreams - and nightmares, and hallucinations - he'd had, but Marcus…his lover had been front and center, the one thing he'd clung to above all else. The one name he could never speak. He had to keep Marcus safe, no matter what the cost. Had to keep Marcus safe, and had to get back. He'd promised, hadn't he? That he'd always come back. Always.

And so he'd tried. There had been quite a few escape attempts, each punished more harshly than the last, but he'd kept trying. He had to. Until finally they'd just chained him down here, had their fun, exacted whatever revenge or punishment they wished and let him writhe in his chains until they left grooves in his wrists and ankles. He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten. The last time he'd had water that hadn't been poured more over his face than in his mouth, half-drowning him rather than slaking his thirst.

And now there were fingers at his throat, making him try to jerk away, groaning softly in protest. He barely noticed his restraints being loosened, removed; everything already hurt, what was a little more pain? But his name, that voice…a voice he knew instantly. He forced his eyes open, tried to focus. Dark curls, green eyes, he knew that face. How could he not know it? One hand twitched, tried to lift as too-dry lips moved, parched throat trying to speak. Marcus…

[murillo-enthusiast]

...

I return from my mission only to find my headquarters in an absolute mess, my kitchen on fire, all the alcohol missing and the majority of my ADCs also missing.

As well as apparently two Wellingtons (@wellingthighs, @the1ronduke) having appeared in this place.

Why are there two of them.

AND WHERE ARE MY ADCs.

...

And who left this kitten here? Have I not instructed my staff on the proper behaviour around animals?

Come, minou. I will procure some milk and food for you, and then we shall bring order and discipline to this place once again.

🐈‍⬛: mew!!!

[dvpendable]

› growing together with @solstitios . . . 🌱

there's something unnerving about the darkness - perhaps that the shadows can be deceiving, forming inky silhouettes that morph into things from nightmares, or the fact that there is no shadow at all, but in the shrouded abyss sits the hint of something sinister and wicked and all things frightening. the onset of panic gnaws at her each time she encounters the dark, but she can't put her finger on what makes her so uncomfortable. she has no recollection of anything traumatizing, like being locked in a dark closet for hours or watching a particularly terrifying film, but then again, danbi doesn't seem to remember much at all - simply, she just knows she doesn't like the dark, just like how she knows she likes matcha, gardening and soft and endearing, doe-eyed stuffed animals. speaking of which, one of her beloved plushies is held close to her chest in one arm as the other raises up, knuckles curled and gently rapping against the front door of callum's apartment.

under any other circumstances, she wouldn't be bothering him - she knows that being a firefighter means working both late and odd hours, and that being home at all probably doesn't come frequent to him. but danbi wasn't sure where else to turn, not when she had woken up in the middle of the night to her apartment being pitch black and her phone dead, having died sometime during the night due to the power outage. she had been so disoriented, waking up startled in the darkness, having grown accustomed to the soft glow of her fairy lights in her room to keep her safe, that it was a wonder she even managed to make it over here after wandering around her apartment and bumping into almost everything she owned.

"c-callum . . . are you home?" she whispers against the doorframe, wanting to be mindful of their neighbors, but hating the slight tremble in her voice. danbi takes a small breath, as though trying to dispel her nerves. she tries to steel her resolve, but the fact she's standing here in her pajamas with her stuffed animal in her arms, wearing mismatched shoes, shows that she's not quite as calm and level-headed as she normally was. "could i please use your phone to see if i can get ahold of the landlord?"

[entities-of-posts]

Why are all of your links in pinned post broken I'm frothing at the mouth let me in let me see the secrets let me in let me in let me in let me in let me in

I have no idea, they work for me, but they don’t work for some people… you can try manually searching for the tags which title the arcs, and either scroll to the end and then read back up or tack on the chrono function yourself. It’s build into the links, which might be what doesn’t work for you. Recurring characters also have their own tags.

I’ll tag this post with all the arc tags, so you can click on them, as the search function is terrible.

Of course, a lot of the lore is actually on discord now!

[zaldrizescrowned]

STARTER ( DAENERYS ) / @korzion

Daenerys remembered the day her brother had told her of their father's cousin, imprisoned in the dungeons of the Red Keep by the Usurper. She'd always imagined what she had looked like, this Queen Who Never Was, proud and beautiful but utterly alone. Just like she had been herself. And now, seeing her standing there, Daenerys realised she had been right.

Carefully, she stepped forward, a smile at her lips. "Princess Rhaenys," she spoke softly, "Welcome back to Dragonstone."

[dragonmasterhiccup]

The girl smiles brightly, absolutely thrilled. 

She nods, getting back into position again, sticking out her chest and trying to look majestic, like the Vikings she had seen doing it on land. 

Melodía looks behind her, and seeing him right there, she blushes slightly, but she nods, giving him a little smile.

Gently resting a hand on her left arm, he spoke softly, since he was right next to her, and said, "Bend it slightly, so the string doesn't hit it when you let the arrow fly."

Placing a hand on her right shoulder, he continued, "Relax your shoulder just a bit," moving his hand to hers, he added, "relax your lower fingers, use them to anchor your hand to your cheek, keeps it steady."

Removing his hands, he took a small step back. "Now, breathe in, and release the arrow as you exhale."