#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

info included here is brief! please see my database for full details of the books

[djarinova]

plagued with visions about daryl dixon rn you guys. meeting him, getting to know each other and falling in love during the apocalypse. loving each other enough to want to get married, but knowing that that is a luxury that you don't really get to have at the end of the world.

you come back from a run one day with an unusually wide smile on your face and drag him away from the crowd as soon as you get the opportunity. you tell him to hold his wrist out and close his eyes and he squirms a little as he feels something brush delicately against his skin. but when he opens his eyes he's met with a small piece of thread tied loosely around his wrist, just below where a shirt sleeve would sit. he meets your eyes and you explain that it was the closest colour thread you could find that would match your eyes (you had to ask maggie to help you because there were no mirrors for you to look in) and you watch as he traces the thin thread with his fingertips, slowly and carefully pondering over the gift you've given him, before taking your face into his hands and kissing you with such adoration that your knees almost give out under the love you feel pouring from his lips.

[amburuthings]

Thread of fate – Part 3 Part one • Part two (2016)

[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

[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.

[idontparticularlyliketoast]

[coldjustness-archive]

For me currently, the interesting thing is the difference of mindsets that is in Neve between her two Veilguard Hero paths. On one end, she becomes the hope of the people, and by principle sticks to the mindset she's had since the beginning by remaining the hand of justice that is astute as she was since the day we met her. Never killing, only arresting, bringing down the hand of the law.

Meanwhile, on the other - she becomes the Shadow of Docktown, the vigilante who is finished with playing by the rules when it comes to the corrupt crime of her home. A near Spymaster by her own right, when you think about it. She will kill a criminal if she thinks they will only be released to do the same thing they've been doing, she will take that extra step and not hold back where her alternate self will. This is also the Neve that can kill the juggernaut in the end game battle, and crush a man with her mind when sent after the Venatori lock.

[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.

[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…

[stillheresanctuary]

A Colony In Need

Continuing the #bitty colony rp with @secret-art-bastard. Original reblog chain was getting long and unwieldy, decided to continue from a fresh text post rather than continue with the original ask as a header.

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Patrick snorted, holding his helmet in both hands and looking at the visor as if he expected it to be broken somehow. “Ha. No, I’m not like that. Soul types indicate the kind of person you are, where your strengths are and the like. Only humans have souls with colours, monsters are made of magic and hope. Or, something like that.” He turned back to Cell, pointing at his oddly coloured eye. “I’m all full of magic, so mine shows here. Blue and purple. I forget what it means, specifically. But it’s really all just indicative of how you’ll interact with others and how your personality will shape. My boss has a theory that younger humans only have one, but older ones tend to have two because of how humans develop. Something about a core and then a grown attitude. Being easily attached, wanting to help others… sounds like justice maybe? Which I think is yellow, but it’s rude to look at a humans soul. I think. My boss doesn’t like looking, anyway.” Scythe grinned widely leaning in closer. “Soft bones? Must be cuddly, buddily fuddily muddily. Special how special who? Not a fun word to play with but at least it’s not chess. Must be brown and sticky if he sticks, with his touch taste, sight smell, hearing feeling. Sticks beat but staffs walk, so are you sure he’s not just staffy?” Guard leaned in, and placed his hand on Scythes skull over his hood. The Sansy blinked twice, before noticeably focusing a bit more.

"Oh, is your boss a Monster then?"

Cell visibly perked up at the thought, curiosity roused at the indication of that magic-laced eye as well as the idea of a medical professional with experience helping non-human patients. It was one thing for Bitties to show certain talents and be able to be trained in honing them, like Halim, and another thing entirely to have access to hundreds of years of medical science and the willingness to use it for the good of all. Maybe they could talk to Patrick's boss and see about possibly getting some copies of some lesson plans or text books, Halim would be over the moon-!

"Wait, no, don't answer that, I'll get sidetracked and want to ask too many questions and we'll be too distracted to notice if Van and the others end up needed a hand."

They gave a small laugh, shaking their head as they gave Patrick a wan little smile.

"Sorry, that probably sounded really weird, huh."

If Van cared about the verging-on-too-close proximity, he gave no sign, a bit too busy observing the street and sidewalk and waiting for a good opening for them to be able to hop down and bolt for safety. He could see Cell was at the driver's side door of the car, so the doors were probably all unlocked, they'd have their pick of entrance points...

"Hmm? Oh, Sunny's Special Because He Wasn't Manufactured To Spec And No One Noticed Due To The Narcolepsy. His First Owner Found Out The Hard Way And There Weren't Really Any Resources At The Time, So They Dumped Him When They Realized He Wasn't Like How They Wanted."

A slight shift in weight, the Papy hybrid squinting downwards to double check and make sure there weren't any strangers hovering around.

"I Was Already Stray At The Time, And He Needed Help... He's Really Come Into His Own Since We Haven't Had To Scramble So Much To Survive. It's Safe For Him To Sleep Again."

[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."