#unwritten au

[wormsinsdirt]

you know in the end drawing error on a track pad kinda fits!! I just couldn't be bothered to get out of bed

[valtsv]

do you ever think of me and my two hands, and wonder why they never soothed your fevers? and wonder why they never tied your shoes? and wonder why they never held you gently?

in other news i'm still in hell with these two

[canisalbus]

My headcanon for Modern!Machete before he encounters (re-encounters?) Vasco is that he works in some high-powered but low-profile position for an influential and well-known multinational. Like a corporate lawyer or accountant for Apple or Volkswagon or Shell. He's very, very good at his job, his assistants and staff think he's a good boss, his boss thinks he's great, but half his colleagues can't stand him because they think he got promoted for sucking up to their boss instead of for his skills (it was for his skills). He's got exactly enough interpersonal skills to recognize the problem and not enough to fix it. He gets paid extremely well, well enough to mostly pretend that he's happy and fulfilled (he still ends up happier in the Modern!AU because his job only sucks a little instead of literally destroying him. Also because modern medicine means his medical situation is much better understood and controlled). Yes this is all just the modern equivalent to what canon!Machete's got going on but it's startling how much carries over with no changes.

Oh that's so well thought out actually, I love that.

[spacerockband]

Calamity Unwritten part 6 - personal problems

[the-switch-conspiracy]

SVSSS AU Post Canon Time Loop. Warning: people dying a lot and gore.

~(O-O)~

One, two. The first times came as a surprise. Between a breath and the next; dropped tea cups shattering. Their shocked eyes meeting, barely widening enough to expose blood shot whites, before the rippling wet sound of metal into viscera filled the stilling air. Like flowers, red bloomed on green, on white, soaked through black. They were but puppets falling from cut strings, their glass eyes staring accusingly at the coming dawn. Three, four. A little faster, a little more refined in our response. The first bodies to fall crushing the delicate stalks of grass beneath them, were not their own. Their attackers staining the visage with their rot. An ever growing expansion with no end in sight. A shining sword glare pierces through bone. Movement to his left, his companion falling lit my the gentle morning glow, before a blinding pain to his eye. Then black. Five, Six. Curls blowing in the wind as demonic Qi rose, several demons cut down. Zheng Yang singing as it dispatched three, four attackers in a row. The edge of the blade shining red in the harsh midday light, his robes twirling around his body with each nimble twist. He turns his back towards the sight, hope forming in his heart. An arrow shot towards his eye blocked, a sword glare cast, slicing head from body. In an instant comes a familiar sound, his husband's voice releasing a death knell of a gasp. Before him; a white lotus painted red, the delicate mist raining from a still beating heart. Twelve, Thirteen. It all started a few day’s earlier, at the reminder of a certain upcoming plot point. The mating migration of the Silk-Winged Butterfly-Hawk, a once in a century event wherein the said birds left the hidden realm the predominately resided in to dance above the great Eastern Lotus Lakes.

- He dodges a strike to his side, his back hitting his husband’s. One by one they slaughter those circling them. A hand seal summoning a thousand lotus petals to rip through flesh, peppering strangely corroding skin. The moons soft glow beamed down on them, their hands slickening with heat and silver reflecting blood-

A hint to his husband later and they were packed and ready for their trip. Sure they could have had Mobei-Jun teleport them there, but it was about the journey AND the Silver-Winged Butterfly-Hawk mating migration destination! It was to be a leisurely bit of travel, he and his husband, stopping just a few times along the way. So imagine his surprise when he came across his favourite Shidi just two days into their trip!

- The beats of thousands of wings taking off, hundreds of birds scattering to the sky. Brilliant white robes flaring against the waters' glare. Cheng Luan glowing silver, fuelled by it’s user’s potent spiritual energy struck out in a shining ripple. His strikes flow like a wave, his form strong and ceaseless under the barrage that assailed him. The War God and his Soaring Phoenix -

His dedicated Shidi had been travelling in the area as part of a mission for the sect. There had been sightings of strange phenomena, and stranger creatures appearing in the area surrounding the Lotus Lakes. While Liu Shidi hadn’t seen anything of the sort himself, he was concerned about their safety. Or well specifically his Shixiong’s, although Shen Qingqiu did have a plan to change that. Well, the outline of a plan, more of a partial kind of well… it was a work in progress! So, this information was perfect! If there was indeed issues in the area it would be remiss of Shen Qingqiu to not survey the area himself as an immortal cultivator, and he couldn’t just leave Binghe, plus his Shidi was already on it so joining them would be no problem! Perfect.

-Liu Qingge parry's a strike, his sword burying itself to the hilt. The wound festers red and black around the blade, the skin pulsating as it seemingly climbed up its’ surface. Trying to tug the blade free was fruitless, as if it was being consumed by the deforming mass beneath him. He swings both the blade and the body stuck to it to block the blow from his front. He can't block the blow that impales his side, nor could he stop the blow to his throat. Thrown from his feet he lands in the lake, sinking beneath the silver water. Bubbles form as his body thrashes in his death throes. White stained red, petals crushed beneath his submerging form. The stain spreads; the bubbles stop.-

It’s fun travelling with them both, yes his husband and Liu Qingge fight like cats and dogs, but on Binghe’s side he practically playing! It’s enrichment!

“Shen Qingqiu, control your husband!” The red flush spreading across his Shidi’s face was rather fetching, he could see why his husband liked causing it… and well, it’s not bullying if his Shidi likes it. The satisfaction points speak for themselves! Though admittedly they are much, much higher when he’s the one teasing his Shidi, a gain however is a gain!

“Liu Shishu just can’t handle losing to this one, maybe Shizun should kiss his wounds as a consolation prize~” A teasing sneer spreads across Binghe’s face as he gloats, a sneaky little glance towards this husband follows. Ah Binghe, you’re coming across too strong! We talked about this, be more gentle! Treat him like a skittish cat!

“Ah Shidi, Binghe’s only teasing.” He raises his fan to cover his face, coyly glancing at his Shidi from behind it, “After all, I’ll only kiss your wounds if you win.”

“Y-You- Shameless!” Yes, he did so love the time they spend together.

-Time after time, one after the other, the grief never fades. The deaths will haunt his mind forever, a permanent scar across his psyche. Will he ever be able to close his eyes without seeing Qingge cut down? His husband gasping for air? His own limbs severed? Yet the hoard encroaches. A never ending onslaught.

"Husband! Behi-" Pain tearing through his spine, an arc of gore glowing in the moonshine. Red blood, black blood. It doesn’t end.

3̵̨̲̰͉̤͓͓̜̯͉͈̕̕͜͜0̶̧̛̝̭͈̤͕͇͙̩̠%̷̞̦̈́̄͆̓̕ Thirty four, Thirty FiVe. His lungs were screaming. Every block, and lunge, and slash, and parry exhausting him to the bone. All he could taste was rust and ash, Qingge fell silently a breath, an incense stick, a shi chen, ago. His body a shield again this master's blunder. He can barely lift his sword, his meridians felt almost burnt from the power cloying the air. A sickeningly wet squelch, Binghe's roar faltering to a whimper as his body hits the rocks. Another demon down, or a cultivator? Bodies falling, falling. He can’t, he can’t. Two red moons fill the sky, water fills his lungs. [User seems to be struggling with this Mission! >_< Poor showing from host! Well User can always retry!! 500 B-points!] [Y/N] [Y]

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FiFty SeveN. He's drowning in blood. Was it Binghe's arm he was holding? It must be, Shidi was dragging him. Somewhere. Hmmm, the shouting is getting closer, and Qingge's breaths sounded quite wet! Ah! He's coughing! Well better out than in, Shidi, ah it's... Dripping. Here, Shixiong will wipe it away... Why... Tears? Ah Shidi looks so!! So!!! If this master wasn't married! Ah Wait we...Well maybe Binghe will... Here Shidi hold on to Binghe for this one a moment. Why are you giving me that look? Ah you're crushing me! For someone so lithe looking you're really quite heavy! Ah, it's quite- Shidi... Liu shidi.. you... Please keep coughing please you're too quiet. Please I can’t... It's tOo quiEt it’s toO [User seems to be running low on B-points. User has 427 B-points remaining! Luckily User 0002 can use his VIP to reduce the cost to 400 B-points for the next attempt!!] [Y/N] [Y] FIFTY EIGHT. Not just demons, not just cultivators. No, of course not. It was him. His fault. Who else could it be? Only he had the power, only he had the will. Only he had the golden finger, the halo, the fucking audacity! But there was something wrong. Glowing red eyes, skin twitching, shifting, like textures not loading in. His voice crackling, modulated.

"Ah S̸͕̑ḫ̴̅ĭ̶̟z̶̡̏u̵͇͂n̵͓͝~ you thought that s̸͍͠e̴͋ͅà̸̗l̵̰͠i̷͓͝n̵͎͑g̵̜̉ this world from me would be so simple? There is nowhere you could run, no world you could jump to, that I would be u̵͚͊n̷̜͆ä̶̢́b̸̞̊ḻ̷͌ě̷̤ to follow. So please, just submit, this Junshang will treat you well."

“go… fuck… yourself..” Spitting words like spitting blood, the ringing of bells…. No… sirens blaring in the skies.

The monster’s ribs cracked and spasms, a twisted knot of glossy black bone and gently pulsating red wires. An artificial monstrosity. What had he done to himself, to gain access to this world? Qingge sprawled in a heap, a black puddle spreading beneath him, Xin Mo sheathed like a grave marker in his back. His husband split throat to navel, his body failing to knit itself back together, strangled gurgles bubbling in his throat. A hoard of demons, no… cultivators? They surround him in twitching, glitching, grinning masses. Their distorted faces all corrupted copies of his own. This time its his own blade that takes his life. The howling, glitching screams of rage following him into the dark.

“Y̷̯͛o̸͇͆ǔ̷ͅ'̴̗̐l̵̦̓l̷͍͠ ̵̜̂b̷͙́e̷̟̊ ̴̱͆m̵͚̈́í̵̲ǹ̷̻e̵̛͚ S̷̝͠h̴̭̔e̵̺͝n̶̆͜ ̵̳̏Ỳ̴̻ü̷͇a̷̤̔n̴͈̅!̴̼̐”

7̸̝̓3̷̬́%̵̧͊ [User 0002 is out of B-Points! It appears you have failed! (>U-U)> But! This generous system is willing to offer User 0002 a super! limited! one! time! offer if User is willing!] [Y/N] [Why]

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[Because User 0002 transformed a stupid work into a magnificent, high quality, first-rate classic! It would be a shame for so much work to be unmade due to… external meddling!] [And the cost] [^-^ Will User 0002 not pay any price? This SYSTEM is offering User the chance to escape this fate! Protagonist Luo and Second Male Lead Liu will be alive! The best ending could be in your grasp!! After all “You can you up, no can no bb!” ] [Y/N]

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[Y]

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[User 0002 has made the right choice! This SYSTEM can’t wait to work closely with User Shen! <(^3^)>] {Loading World State: 10….........33..............68.............99.........100%} {Creating Mind Space 100%. Building Temporal Archives 100%. Allocating User Permission. . . Complete}

{Clearing WORLD CORRUPTION FILE DATA: E̸̹̋Ṟ̵̅R̵͉͊O̵̳͘R̵̭̿} {Activating ARCHIVIST Protocol...}

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[phoenixcatch7]

More possessed doll au!

Each time a bat is ready to take on a new form, they must pay a visit to the tea party. Should they be accepted, through whatever strange reasons the dolls use, they will find another figure seated at the table, dressed in full tea party doll regalia. It is up to them to modify the doll within the limits imposed, and learn its form to achieve its full potential. The Robin doll, so far, is the only one to return to the table despite being moved to a display case, and truly makes the mysterious sidekick timeless.

Despite its obviously supernatural origins, the bats have found very, very little can effect the dolls outside of physical force. They do not use wires and electricity to move or think - they cannot be hacked. They are not, to their knowledge, superseding other minds - they cannot be exorcised. They use no magics to fight crime - they cannot be traced. They have no blood to be identified, no teeth pattern to compare, no fingerprints or retina to give them away. Gas cannot affect them, hypnosis requires a brain, pain cannot override them. For all intents and purposes, the dolls are perfect for fighting crime.

So where, Bruce thinks, lying awake in bed one night after patrol, do they come from? Alfred knows nothing, neither of them found anything in the archives or library. His father grew up on the estate - surely he'd explored the caves himself at some point? The doll had been right at the well entrance - had he simply never entered that way?

After the first time meeting their doll, they do not need to touch it to transfer their consciousness again. It's a breeze through an open window, ever so slight, in the back of their minds, and one simple twist can send them spiralling into their other body.

But when Robin became Nightwing, and the child sized body was retired, it was placed in a sturdy glass display case. Jason was already making noises about joining them on the streets, but a transition had never been attempted. They assumed a third doll would become the new Robin, and the first would simply become inert.

That was not the case.

When Jason - against Bruce's decision to wait a few more months - decided to make the walk to the doll house, and deeper still to the tea party cave, he found, waiting, an untouched child sized doll. The light from his torch cast across its Victorian style waistcoat, the plumped breeches and buckled leather booties, all in the bright and bold colours of his predecessor. It sat at the right hand of the empty throne, porcelain tea cup in hand, as though left by a rich little girl called away just a moment ago to supper.

The doll had been sorted in a locked case. Glass. In full view of the main area of the batcave. With cameras. It should not have been able to be taken away without several people noticing. He had taken a different route to try and sneak past Bruce, but...

It was not the first time a doll had moved. It would not be the last.

@puppetmaster13u

@dehydratedmockingbird

[neonnoir-ao3]

Okay so I absolutely adore both high fantasy levels of storytelling as well as extremely mundane AUs. But when it comes to making my own AUs? I’m the ultimate slut for hilariously mundane slice-of-life stuff. (I literally made a domestic/family AU for what is considered one of the scariest analog horror series to date)

So as soon as I saw the words “carnival AU” in a post from @sm-baby about their carnival AU (I am begging you to check it out, it’s absolutely phenomenal), I had the stupidest fucking thought: a shitty little Showtime carnival AU

No, literally. A literal carnival.

Like a traveling circus with a midway of games and shit. County fair style rides that are literal death traps. The whole nine yards.

Pomni is a disgruntled wage slave (nothing new) who starts her new second (perhaps even third?) job: a temporary one at a local carnival. It’s like a month long event at most, but extra cash is extra cash.

Alongside her, Gangle and Zooble are also temporary workers for the event. Jax, Ragatha, and Kinger are circus members— Ragatha is one of those human pincushions in the sense that she has an insanely high pain tolerance (she also does sword swallowing). Kinger is a magician, and Jax does acrobatics or something idk. Caine, as always, is the ringmaster.

So Pomni & crew are working the carnival games and stuff while the circus does their performances, but they all share a break area so they know each other and shoot the shit, but she never sees the ringmaster. The circus members allude to him being… off. Ragatha says he’s just eccentric, but Jax basically paints them a picture of a genuinely unhinged man. Pomni is now extremely afraid of the guy that’s in charge of her paycheck.

She manages to get her check as an auto-deposit, but a few weeks in the system is down for their bank and she has to actually find Caine to get paid. She pussies out and is like “I’ll just hope the system is working by Monday, I can eat ramen and tap water for two days”.

It’s been a shit day overall— it’s pouring rain and there’s been like no customers, so she’s ready to get the hell home. She gets to her car, only to find her keys locked inside.

She’s cold, she’s wet, and she’s stuck out there. She’s trying extremely hard not to cry about it. She pulls out her phone, and googles lock-picking videos.

After like 25 minutes she gives up, just crying on the ground next to her car in the rain. She’s having the mentally ill equivalent of a Feel The Rain On Your Skin moment when suddenly the rain stops. She looks up to see a guy with an umbrella. She’s never seen him around before. He takes her into the backstage area of the circus show and gets her warm and dry. She learns that this guy is indeed the infamous Caine she’s heard about and tries not to panic.

*yadda-yadda-yadda slowly falling in love/aspects I haven’t fleshed out yet*

They’re interested in one another and want to stay together but the show leaves for the next town at the end of the week so they need to decide if one of them has to leave their current life or that they just can’t be together.

[pzyii]

been thinking about the Pjo au lately, so this the the result

[huntingrays]

so i saw a tiktok asking what olympic sports the seven would participate in

many made sense like percy with swimming or surfing, frank with archery, hazel with an equestrian sport, etc

it made me think of leo. he’s kind of a hard one to place since he’s mainly good at building/inventing things which aren’t very sporty activities. i remember seeing fanart of him playing table tennis which makes sense and seems very in character for him

but yknow what i think would be funny?

winter olympian leo

the thought of texas raised guy with fire powers participating in a winter olympic sport is so funny to me. and you know he would do it purely for the irony too

[nevertheblood]

trick or treat!! Give me something good to eat!! or else

hi hi hello :D thank you sm for the ask!!

I will take this opportunity to throw some points from my unwritten skk omegaverse fic at you~~

some extremely vague stormbringer spoilers contained within, I did check you'd read it before writing all this lol, also !!NSFW!

(I'm sorry it's so long and also that it's bullet points 😢 but maybe getting it out like this will make me... actually write the thing... it's been sat in my head since 2022... 👀)

Dazai is an alpha. he presents incredibly young (like 13-14), and the sudden pressure and upheaval to his hormones (essentially going through puberty squared, two sets of intense changes at the same time) contributes to his suicidal feelings. as a result, he never quite gets to grips with his identity and constantly feels like he's never really at home in his own body

when the events of canon kick off, and Dazai is taken in by Mori after an attempt, Mori makes sure to keep him close and under his watch at all times, seeing a young and unstable alpha as a major threat to his leadership of the port mafia

when Chuuya shows up, both Mori and Dazai are utterly convinced he will also be an alpha. he's harbouring a lot of aggression and he's gravitated towards leadership even at a young age... it seems natural.

however, Chuuya surprises everyone, even Dazai, by ending up as an omega, and going into his first (intense) heat age 18

he's with Dazai at the time, who was fairly sure he was already used to dealing with Hormonal Bullshit since he'd presented so young, but Chuuya blindsides him. fighting his instincts that scream at him to take Chuuya where they stand, to make him his, he helps his partner home; and despite Chuuya's begging, refuses to fuck him before they can talk it out while they're both lucid.

It’s not that he’s never thought of Chuuya like this before. They’re both teenagers, after all, and Chuuya has been startlingly beautiful since the day he first kicked Dazai through several walls back in Suribachi. But this Chuuya... this Chuuya is raw sexual energy, body burning with it, everything in him driving towards one single act. It’d be... it’d be easy, like this, right? To take Chuuya like this when he’s flushed and desperate and wet, when he’s almost begging for it, already hard and rutting against Dazai’s thigh? Wouldn’t it be so easy to fuck him against the wall of one of those warehouses just there, that slim, pretty body taking Dazai’s cock like he was made for it? But Chuuya isn’t himself, like this. He’s barely even lucid. If Dazai took advantage now, Chuuya would never trust him again, and Dazai would never, ever, forgive himself. Chuuya is his partner. They work well together, in spite of their mutual misgivings, and Dazai absolutely needs – and wants – Chuuya to trust him more than he needs to get his dick wet.

Dazai has to leave Chuuya at his apartment and head to Bar Lupin to clear his head. he makes sure Chuuya has food and water but he can't do much more than that, not trusting that he won't lose control under the onslaught of Chuuya's new and overwhelming pheromones. it frightens him - he's always the one in control, the clearheaded one, the one with a plan. Chuuya's often had the capacity to surprise him, and that's why he's always privately held his partner in such high esteem, but Chuuya's never shocked him like this, and Dazai is still barely just eighteen and doesn't know how to deal with any of it.

Chuuya, later, when his first heat has cleared and he's taken stock of what's happened, is of course pissed the hell off that Dazai left him alone to suffer again. this is post-stormbringer, and Chuuya's still not sure he's wholly forgiven Dazai for everything.

they get into an argument about it. it's messy. but in the end, Dazai has to concede Chuuya's point - he should have known Chuuya would be willing to trust him with the vulnerability of his heat. Chuuya's trusted him with his most vulnerable state, with Corruption, at least twice at this stage. isn't it an insult to that trust for Dazai not to rely on Chuuya too?

they make a promise to spend Chuuya's next heats together. I have some more nsfw ideas for this but they are not fully formed so I will share them at a later date 👀

the main key thing is that Dazai's scent is smoke. Chuuya compares it to a gun that's just gone off, sharp and metallic and, for Chuuya, tinged with adrenaline. (Akutagawa compares it to the time he saw a warehouse burn down in the slums; burnt metal and blood. Atsushi would say it's a hearthfire, warm and smoky and like home. Neither of them are wrong.)

Chuuya's scent is lavender. He hates it, at first, feels like a constant reminder of his secondary gender, a reminder that omegas are supposed to be delicate, soft, weaker. Even worse, when he's in heat, his scent turns sweeter, almost sickly. Dazai says he tastes like parma violets, just to tease, and it pisses Chuuya off. It doesn't fit him. But then, Dazai's the same, isn't he? Dealing with the heavy mantle of a secondary gender that doesn't fit him, dealing with the weight of responsibility in the mafia so young. as always, their differences and similarities draw them closer in equal measure.

when they become bonded mates, Dazai's smoke scent turns a little more floral; maybe a little pot-pourri, a rose-garden slashed and burned, acrid and sweet at the same time. in turn, Chuuya's scent becomes more smoky, almost exactly like lavender incense. it drives Dazai crazy, that this change is so stark - that anyone who can sense Chuuya's scent will know he belongs to Dazai and vice versa.

ANGST TIME BELOW (abt dazai leaving the mafia)

dazai leaves the scene after oda dies and goes back home. there's blood on his hands. he tries to wash it in the bathroom sink but it's seeped into the bandages and it won't come off. chuuya is there, bc at this point they're a bonded pair and they live in each others pockets.

chuuya says "come to bed?" dazai says "in a minute. I need to clean up." "jeez," chuuya says, noticing him face on for the first time, "you look like shit. what happened to your bandages?" "got blood on them," dazai says. he doesn't bother to elaborate. it's obviously not his and he's still not fully processed that it's oda's. "you're always so messy, idiot." chuuya's scolding is half hearted and dazai barely hears it anyway. "don't take too long, okay?" he kisses the heel of dazai's palm, where the bandages have come away and blood still stains the skin, pinkish. when he's gone, dazai just stares in the mirror. he feels like he's going insane. or, well. more insane. chuuya is supposed to be his mate, his partner, his other half - but he hadn't seemed to notice that anything was wrong at all. like dazai hadn't just watched his best friend - probably his only friend - die in his arms. it's a little bit scary. has he always covered shit up, buried it down, masked it all....this well? all the time? it hadn't mattered to chuuya whose blood it was in the sink. maybe once it wouldn't have mattered to dazai, either. 'be on the side that helps people', oda had told him. he can't stay here. he can't stay here, and no one understands. not even chuuya. while chuuya sleeps, dazai searches online what happens if you break a mate-bond. if you even can. he feels unravelled, in a literal sense, bloodstained bandages gone, forearms bare in the glow of the laptop screen. chuuya is only wearing a loose shirt to sleep in, and the mark where his shoulder meets his neck is visible in stark detail. the science says a traumatic event could be enough to disrupt an established bond. dazai has to get out. he plants the car bomb. hopes it's enough.

four years later, when dazai finds himself chained in an all-too-familiar basement room, he catches an all-too-familiar floral scent before he hears the all-too-familiar footsteps on the stairs. his first thought is "well, fuck." his second thought is "at least it's only lavender. maybe we were able to sever the connection after all." but when chuuya's in the room with him, it's impossible not to notice the way he's grown his hair to hide the right side of his neck. the scent of burning incense - the smoky overtones that dazai can't help but recognise as his own. his body knows before his mind has caught up to know what's happening, even after years apart, every instinct and nerve ending screaming in recognition. his mind goes wild for a second, just a second before he brings himself back under control, but it's long enough. lavender incense. the scent of a mate. partner. every cell in dazai's body calling out; mine mine mine all mine; mate partner lover oh god chuuya. there's no mistaking it. chuuya is still, for want of any better word, his. and he's standing there, smirking like he's got several years of payback due at once. well, fuck.

[froggychair05]

Hello to all lovers of silly cubes and baking 🫶

[tomdarsh]

RM call girl in da housee

more fanart </3

@boxwinebaddie for you

[mqfx]

maybe if i write it down asap i can forget about it and then a year or two from now i'll be surprised while going down my archives. anyway

premise summary: the last two factions of a continent at war are at a stalemate and are planning peace negotiations. the emperor (JW) sends his envoy, a fallen prince from one of the defeated kingdoms (XL) to treat with the enemy rebels (led by HC). each party brings their head generals, FX (from XL's side) and MQ (from HC's side) as a show of trust and commitment to the negotiations.

as talks begin, it's clear that the envoy and the rebel leader are quickly becoming more than tentative allies--which would be great for the peace of the continent! if it weren't for their generals nearly sabotaging every chance due to their clear and volatile hatred for each other caused by years of fighting on the battlefield.

but what will they do when they each find out the truth: that both sides are using the talks as a cover for their plans to betray and annihilate the other? can they put aside their differences for the sake of their masters and their kingdoms, or will they plunge the continent further into war?

[spacerockband]

Calamity Unwritten Part 8 - Zelda's training

[alectoperdita]

jounouchi, honda and otogi still puppy pile on the bed even though they are adults so kaiba comes home sometimes like 😐. where tf am i supposed to sleep.

Haha, Kaiba's fault for owning a bed large enough to fit a small family.

Jou tells him to stop being "stingy" and tries to pull him into the pile.

[uhohproblems]

"Disappointing,” White Knight said, and Biowulf flinched full-body. White Knight tsked disapprovingly, but he tipped his head, half inviting. “Soldiers who show that sort of initiative would get rewarded.”

After the infiltration into the Consortium's mountain base, Biowulf obsesses. White Knight deals with it.

(NSFW!!)