#i'm sorry this took so long

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

🎃 Why is it Red?

Blood CW: Death, zombies, blood, Dead Dove fic, non-con, oral, pain, bodily harm, sadism, dead dove

"Move! Move! Move!" (Reader) shot another undead between the eyes, splattering their face in gore due to the proximity.

The team of survivors ran through the back alleys of the dead infested city, climbing fences and garbage piles in an attempt to out maneuver the horde chasing them. It was dangerous and stupid, entering the hot zone like they did, but the survivors were running low on necessities so the adventure was a risk they had to take.

(Reader) cried out as their foot got caught in garbage, their ankle twisting on a piece of abandoned machinery, popping louder than the sound of their heavy boots falling on wet pavement. They collapsed in the empty alley, watching as their two comrades turned to them in fear.

"Go without me!" (Reader) shrugged off their backpack full of supplies, tossing it to the survivor closest to them.

"(Reader), don't give up-"

(Reader) pulled back the hammer on their gun, aiming it at their brother while forcing back their tears. They would try to limp their way back, but it was too important for those supplies to get to their camp; they couldn't risk the mission to drag (Reader) back with them. He got the hint, clenching his jaw tightly while trying not to break down himself. "I'll find my way back, go now!"

After the other two scuffled away, (Reader) was left in the eerie silence, straining their ears for the sounds of the deceased. They knew the horde would find them, it didn't matter how many alleys they had traveled through, nor how many obstacles they traversed. No one was as tenacious as a zombie.

Shuffling of torn shoes rounded a corner, multiple of the undead finding (Reader) much faster than they had hoped for. Their pant leg was rapidly darkening, blood sticking the fabric to their skin. Horrified, (Reader) unlaced their boot. In the adrenaline of the moment they hadn't realized that the popping sound wasn't their ankle getting sprained. Inside the boot (Reader's) bone poked through their skin.

They couldn't help but laugh.

Of course this was how they go out.

They had survived so much bullshit, and now they were going to die... because they broke their leg on a trash pile.

(Reader) killed one of the shamblers. There was no point in keeping quiet; their blood would attract the entire city. The next rotter also went down. Thankfully, these were the slower ones, the older ones. Once the sprinters came (Reader's) only choice would be to spare themselves from the pain of being eaten alive.

Groaning and snarling closed in on (Reader's) alley.

A fast one twitched her head towards (Reader), snapping her teeth as she tasted their blood in the air. She lurched, ready to charge, when something grabbed her from behind, ripping her head off and tossing it effortlessly.

Something stepped into view, horrifying (Reader). They had never seen such a thing, and the fight or flight response failed them, freezing them solid. They were used to killing zombies, but this..

It stood almost seven feet tall, pure white eyes with it's nose and lips torn off. The muscles looked as though they had suddenly grown on death, growing so quickly that it tore through it's skin. The stretched grey and red skin looked painfully tight, tearing in places from the strain of it's own mass. (Reader's) wide eyes traveled down it's form, observing it's painful physique, almost too numb from fear to register that it was naked.

The monster stalked closer, taking long strides towards the pitiful human, shaking too hard to aim their weapon. It reached down, ripping the bloody boot off (Reader's) swelling foot. They screamed in pain, snapping out of their petrification. A bullet landed right between the thing's eyes, but it only barely pierced it's thick skull, stopping before it even touched the brain.

"What the fuck?!" (Reader) hollered, tears cleaning the dirt from their cheeks. They went to fire again, but the creature yanked the gun away. It huffed, rolling it's blind eyes back. Pulling (Reader) up by their broken leg, they cried hysterically as they were suspended upside down.

It's tongue ran across their shin, shivering as it tasted (Reader's) blood. (Reader) wanted to know what was going to happen to them, but couldn't see the monster's face. And worse, their head was level to his nude pelvis, finally noticing it's giant cock raising towards them, growing larger by the second.

The thing growled, sucking and licking (Reader's) exposed bone with it's cold, rotting tongue. It slammed (Reader) against the wall, pressing it's dick against their lips. It reeked like piss and death, making (Reader) briefly wonder where that cock has been, or in what?

The slimy tip parted their lips. (Reader) tried to keep their teeth wired shut, but involuntarily opened to scream when their attacker stuck his tongue into the open wound, knocking loose shards of tibia. It took advantage of the pain to ram it's erection down (Reader's) throat, violently dislocating their jaw in the process.

It continued drinking from their leg as it forcefully face fucked (Reader), slamming their skull into the brick wall with each thrust of it's hips. The chipped teeth lightly grazed (Reader's) flesh, threatening to take a chunk out of their leg.

(Reader) couldn't breathe, the girthy cock from the corpse filling their throat so completely that it hurt to even try breathing through their nose. It tasted disgusting, like how a decomposing body smelled. Every time (Reader) focused on the pain in their throat and jaw, the creature fucked with their leg again, prodding (Reader's) gash to draw out more blood, spreading the hot fluid across it's face.

They thought they were going to pass out. Whether from the shock or from the lack of oxygen, they didn't know. Whenever the pain began to numb itself the zombie would pick up the pace, power jacking his dick into (Reader's) mouth, forcing their mandibular joint to creak, spreading a white hot fire across (Reader's) head as their jaw threatened to shatter. Craving the blood from (Reader's) ankle, it tightened it's grip on the break, cracking the bone further in it's paw, relishing in the red dribbling down it's chin.

A thick gunk sprayed into (Reader's) stomach, filling their neck so quickly that it squirted out their nose and plugged up the few gaps left in their airways. The cock twitched as more of it's foul cum filled (Reader's) body, making them ill, vomiting on the large member.

The creature seemed pleased, pulling it's newest toy off it's deflating organ. (Reader) continued barfing, trying not to notice that the color of the jizz they were spitting up was red.

(Reader) was slung over the zombie's shoulder, carried through the town to a fate worse than death..

#dead dove do not eat #kinktober #i'm sorry this took so long #cw blo0d #cw death #cw zombie #cw noncon #cw violence #not proofread #bad writing #i'm just so tired

[immortalonus]

Face to Face Fanart Chapter 45 (P2)

It took a long while, but here's the long awaited page 2!

Thoughts under the cut.

So after months and months of art block, followed by a couple more months trying to solve said art block through the power of making more art, I finally managed to get this into a state I was reasonably happy with.

Historically, my works tend to be very stiff, and finding a way to adequately express that huge explosion in panel one took a long time--I really had to think around my own habits and predilections. In the end, it was worth it, as there's a lot more motion here than almost anything I think I've drawn before.

Panel two went much more quickly, if only because I had a solid year of thought and practice to help me out. I knew exactly what I wanted, it just took a while to do. Bones are attention hungry on a good day, especially finger bones. Technically, they're just rectangular prisms with attitude, but practically? Nailing all those curving planes and swells you need to make them look organic was a tricky. And don't get me started on teeth, which have all the same issues, but smaller.

In addition to the big bang of the portal incident, Danny, caught midway through his death and (partial) rejuvenation was something I really wanted to draw the reader's eye to as they looked through the piece. When I was reading this particular chapter of Face to Face, Danny's dialogue really stuck with me. You could tell that he absolutely didn't want to remember dying, and the fact that he did was a major facet in why he rejected his ghost half so much and for so long.

I wanted to visually emphasize the horror of the moment, to underscore why he might be compelled to do that, and how hard it must have been to hide the pain and terror from his family and friends.

So yeah, if you haven't read @dp-marvel94's Face to Face yet, you totally should. It's a labor of love, and a nearly complete, with only two chapters to go before the finale. If you like Fenton-Phantom friendships, Jack and Maddie as caring parents, and themes of self acceptance, I recommend giving this one a go.

#danny phantom #art #digital art #Face to Face fanart #mine #I'm sorry this took so long #Really sorry #This is why I don't do commissions #No way would I make someone pay on top of wait times like that #body horror?

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

I saw this cute ask somewhere lol but how would the ROs react a oblivious MC (well cuz my MC doesnt have much positive experience with others lets be real) being hit on by another student not in an uncomfortable way just they truly don't get that the student is flirting with them. Reactions for both crushing stage vs relationship stage PRETTY PLEASE ♥️

I think I answered a similar ask to this before. That one is for when they're already in a relationship, but for the crushing stage I shall answer it here :D

J will watch the interaction from a distance, expression carefully neutral, but inside, a storm brews. Each word and gesture makes their heart sink with emotions they'd rather not name.

L will find themself unable to tear their gaze away, lips pursed into a thin line. And every time you notice them being quiet, they'll force a smile, trying to ignore the way their heart aches.

A will watch the stranger like a hawk, the aura around them getting icier by the second. They're displeased by it and makes sure to show it. But when you confront them about it, they always feign innocence.

#I'm sorry this took so long #ask #lightweaver: chosen #if wip #about: ro #interactive fiction #choice of games #dashingdon #hosted games

[kaleidoscope1967eyes]

Anything For You

Requested by @fridathedahlia

Luke Skywalker is the definition of loyalty. He's loyal to the Rebellion, he's loyal to the Light, he's loyal to his friends, and he's certainly loyal to you.

And he'll do anything for you.

When you asked him to take care of you when you came down with an unfortunate case of food poisoning, well... a promise is a promise.

"Commander Skywalker reporting for duty!" Luke says as he enters your shared quarters with the supplies he nabbed from the medbay.

"I swear, I'm never going to eat food on Nal Hutta again," you groan. The sheets of your bed are crumpled around you haphazardly, half of them already kicked off onto the floor. Your bed's a mess, you're a mess, but you're way too tired and sick to do anything about it.

"I doubt mynock stew can even be considered food, but I applaud your bravery," he laughs. You pretend to glare at him, but you can't help the smirk that forms on your lips. His goofy charm always makes you feel better.

Luke really is on another level--if the Rebellion were to hold a contest for who was the best romantic partner, he would definitely win. For the entire day, he's been glued to your side, even going as far as holding your hair out of your face and gently rubbing your back as you're vomiting your guts out. He hasn't complained once, nor has he mentioned anything about you owing him a favor in return. Not many people are like that.

Sitting down next to you, he unpacks his satchel and pulls out a tiny bottle of light blue liquid.

"Got me a drink? Thanks, Luke," you joke.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. "No, Y/N, I got you medicine. Hopefully it will help your stomach calm down." He dumps out the remaining contents, and out tumbles multiple high-protein nutrient bars, all different flavors. "And, I got you some rations to eat afterward."

"Thank the maker, because I'm starving."

He screws off the bottle cap and pours the med nog into it, and you wrinkle your nose at the cloying smell. It reminds you of the sickly sweet aroma of bacta combined with the burning stench of jet fuel. However, you look over at the rations--specifically the meiloorun-flavored one--and you feel your stomach growling, so you know it's a necessary evil you have to endure.

"Give it to me. I'm ready."

"Good luck, soldier."

Luke hands you the medicine and you down it in one gulp. He laughs as your expression quickly morphs into one of disgust, your face scrunching up as you stick your tongue out and gag.

"Whatever happened to the sweet, loving boyfriend who held my hair back when I was throwing up?"

"You're not throwing up now, therefore I can laugh at you."

"Meanie." You shake your head, then you grab his hand and smile. "Thank you, Luke, for going out of your way to help me. It really means the galaxy to me."

He squeezes your hand lightly. "You mean the galaxy to me, Y/N."

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#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker x gn!reader #luke skywalker x you #i'm sorry this took so long #this isn't even that long 😭 #my fic

[kit-williams]

Hello! The Cuckoo Anon is back again!

Something more Fluffy with some existentialism sprinkled in I've had stewing in my mind. Could also be interpretted as soft yandere. Hope you enjoy.

You'd never considered getting an Astarte, and quite frankly you'd have to admit it came down to both reasonable and unreasonable factors.

Reasonable being cost, both in time and finance. Even if most Space Marines could care for their own basic needs, you'd feel bad if you couldn't provide other enrichments. Art Supplies and Makeup for Emperors Children or Blood Angels, a proper training area for World Eaters and War Hounds, nests dark and secluded enough for Night Lords or Raven Guard. All things to consider when bringing home a new large friend.

Even if you weren't financing a personal sparring ring in your back yard there would be fees and regulations to consider, not to mention travel to and from these places alongside your already cramped schedule.

In less reasonable factors, or so you thought them to be, was fear.

Dying to an Astarte was seen much like dying to the mishandling of an exotic pet or by an unfortunate encounter with a wild animal.

At worst more onus seemed put on the human for poor decision making, at best it was deemed a tragic accident that nothing much could be done about in the aftermath.

There was still culling of known human killers. And your mind wrestled not with the morality of putting down a dangerous being, but how strange it seemed for such powerful intelligent beings to be at odds with their niche.

Some feral, some domestic, some neither, yet all of them...all of them had to be human on Some level right?

They're just larger, and speak differently, but all are hominid forms under that ceramite so why...why-

You could feel your brain starting to hurt, as it often did when these thoughts surfaced.

Well right now you didn't want to think deep hard thoughts about the mysterious beings you shared the world with.

Instead you were going to let your skates do the thinking for you, and let your brain get swept along in a sea of bright colors, cheesy music and dancing on wheels.

Your local roller rink wasn't as close as you might like it, but the drive was worth it so you could practice your hobby. After a long hiatus due to personal life things, you needed to clear your head with some mindless fun.

While not a professional by any means you'd become a regular here, and you have to say, you picked up some nice tricks over the years.

As you walked in the place was a buzz with the weekend crowd. Sunday might be the less busy of the two days, but there was still a lively population within.

You didn't mind though, the rink was actually a place you preferred to visit while busy. Too few people and it just felt dead, too many and you'd struggle to not feel overwhelmed.

Truly, the perfect happy medium.

...aside from the hulking Astartes accompanying their various humans both on and off the skating floor.

This was something you were used to at this point, but it still felt awkward maneuvering not just around regular sized people, but their gigantic body guards, especially when you needed the restroom and already had your skates on.

Then there were the times children would approach you asking how to do certain tricks. Explaining to a child how you learned to skate backwards was already difficult with the loud music, now you had to sweat under the intense gaze of their family Space Marine keeping an unflinching eye on you.

And don't even get started about the encounters you had accidentally bumping Into others.

People are clumsy, people on wheels even moreso, and you'd be a damn rich fool if somebody paid you for everytime you narrowly avoided a child with no situational awareness while on your own set of wheels.

Now multiply the fear of harming someone else by accident, by the fear of an angry protective space marine seeking retribution. Not a fun concept.

Fortunately, any mishaps you did have hadn't ended with a bolter stuck in your face or a chain sword through your spine. The rinks owners didn't allow weapons on the premises.

You supposed most human and astarte were intelligent enough to understand that a roller rink carries a higher than average risk of collision.

"Thank the throne for that." You muttered with a chuckle, using a phrase common enough amongst Astartes to have been translated. You pondered what kind of throne deserved such reverence, as you slipped on your pads and skates.

Once geared up, you stood, and with practiced ease carried your bag to the cubbies.

But now a new issue. The lower cubbies were full, you'd have to stretch to get your bag into the higher ones.

Shuffling onto your toe stops, you clumsily lifted your duffel bag upwards. Your balance was well enough, but it was a strain, and your bag seemed to protest by sagging down against your lifting, like a wet sack trying to fall out of your hands rather than overwhelm you with weight.

Which is exactly what Almost happened as your next bid to push/throw the bag into the desired cubby resulted in it bouncing and falling back to you.

If not for a large magenta ceremite hand coming over your head and catching the duffel with ease.

Your surprise was palpable, as you slowly turned your gaze; sliding up the arm to the hulking shadow behind you.

Note to self, don't wear both earbuds while distracted Ever again.

The magenta and gold clad space marine met your gaze. His helmeted face betrayed no emotion, and despite the chorus of the skating rink around you, it felt like all you could here was his breathing. Just that raspy...Breathing behind the mask.

Surely, he could hear your heart hammering, as he stood above you, arm still holding the duffel bag you'd been struggling with a moment prior against the cubbies.

More or less holding you against the cubbies as well.

Neither of you moved.

...

........

..................

Okay you couldn't take it anymore. "Can...can I help you?" You asked, trying to swallow the nerves that made your throat tight.

The marine, Emperor's Child your brain noted, twitched from his stillness and actually looked...surprised?

If you hadn't known any better you'd think he was just a stunned as you were a moment ago. As stunned as fully armored astartes could look anyway.

The minor expression passed in a moment, before he simply pushed it the rest of the way into the high cubby.

He said something in his Gothic tongue, seemingly an apology, then turned on his massive heel to walk back towards a small group of mostly other Emperor's Children.

As he left you found your voice. "Uh hey!"

The Astarte turned for a brief moment.

"Th-Thank you! I appreciate the help!" You called brightly over the music, making sure to smile inspite of your still frayed nerves. You even gave the big fella two thumbs up incase he didn't understand.

And then your embarassment won out and you quickly hurried onto the skating floor with your face burning and heart racing for an all New reason. 

Maybe...maybe having an Astarte wouldn't be so bad.

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Meanwhile the space marine returned to his group of battle brothers. They'd discovered this recreational location, and more or less set up operations here after their leader bonded to one of the business's owners.

The influx of humans and their space marines made it an ideal location to conduct trades of goods and information.

While their situation was...unorthodox, I Ithio couldn't find it in himself to raise complaint.

His brother's were content, some even more so having found their bonds. He wouldn't deny he'd felt a certain yearning for that closeness. And now he may never get a chance to Feel that with how he'd fumbled his introduction.

"So...your little Bird of Paradise has finally reappeared." Salvali chortled.

Matisse chimed in. "They seemed to take the encountee better than you did brother! Regardless, I think a celebration is in order tonight!"

"Please stop," Ithio groaned, embarassed though he was grateful the humans around them couldn't understand nor see his burning face.

All he had to do was say Hello, and he couldn't even do that!

He'd tried So Hard to restrain himself when he'd seem them walk in. After so long of not seeing them he feared he'd have to take drastic measures to find them.

But they just Strolled back into his life and in turn he'd Strolled over, intending to help when the perfect moment had presented itself. Practically a gift wrapped golden opportunity to make himself known to his Bird of Paradise.

And he Froze. Frozen up! Iced over the moment their eyes met. By the throne and stars above he wanted to melt into the floor.

"Ah don't feel too bad, there's always next time." Salvali assured patting him on the back.

But would there be?! What if you were so put off you never came back. He'd have to find you, he Wouldn't live without you the way he had the first time you vanished. He couldn't take that! He couldn't-

"Uh Hey!" Ithio broke from his dooming and turned back to see you, calling to him.

Marines in general may not have the best grasp of the ancient terran languages, but Emperors Children are not general Marines. Language is but another artform, and Emperor's Children Pride themselves on their art.

"Th-Thank you! I appreciate the help!" Your sweet voice reassured him, your smile though unsteady was so genuine. You even gestured with your thumbs to show your approval before you scurried to the skating floor.

With his superior sight, and the aid from his helmets tech he could read the blush on your face, the race of your heart. All the other noise faded into the back of his mind as he replayed your words and watched you take the floor.

Oh...oh sweet Bird of Paradise.

FINALLY GETTING TO THIS ASK

I mean I think anything I write gets interpreted as soft yandere because that's what I'm good at. We will see where this goes if he gets thrown into the non canon husbandry (because that seems to be where the yandere husbandry boys and stupid sexy Gabriel hang out)

Husbandry Taglist: @egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog

You tried not to think too hard when you skated. Enjoying going round and round doing a few tricks just simple ones and you only fell onto your ass twice. But now you were probably about to eat wall as you skated to not run over a fallen child and you were moving so fast.

You still hit something hard but the way you're scooped up as well decreases the momentum you feel as if you just slammed into the wall or the other barrier. You feel weightless for a moment as you hear the whirl of your skate wheels still go as you brought your arms to your chest to try and minimize the impact damage. You look up at the ceiling with owlish eyes as you look up at green eye lenses that are looking down at you.

Ithio felt his hearts beating hard as he moved fast to get to his Bird of Paradise from smashing into the wall and getting bruised. He feels you move in his arms as you look at the small child who started this all... who was pulled out of the way but not fast enough that you nearly fell over them as you just close your eyes as Ithio watches you lay back in his arms coming down from the rush of adrenaline. The skate ref skates on over to make sure you're fine.

"Yeah I'm fine thanks to the Astarte." You say just patting the twin headed eagle on his breastplate and Ithio feels his hearts flutter happily. You lean on him as the referee skates off and she tries to hop out his arms and Ithio selfishly keeps you just a bit too high for you to feel comfortable to leave his arms. "Um... hey big guy?" You say nervously as the blank look of the helm looking down at her was bringing back that itch in the back of her head...

Ithio was starting to feel nervous... and his mind started to race again... what if she was already bonded? What if she didn't want him around. He feels his mind race and everything about him simultaneously melt as he was actually holding his beautiful Bird of Paradise... sure the dyes at the tips of her hair had faded but they were still so vibrant in his mind.

"Brother... are you okay?" Ithio heard Salvali over the vox.

"I'm fine." He lied as easily as he breathed. As he put her down.

"Well this is twice you helped me out... um I could buy you a drink?" You say trying to not feel the danger that being stared down by an Astartes brings.

"I never..." He finally speaks and his voice is so airy, "never got to tell you how pretty your hair was dyed when I saw you last here." He was happy he finally managed to tell the beautiful bird of paradise that of course her feathers were pretty... how marvelous she looked with her hair long and splayed against her back like a colorful bird's tail.

You smiled up at him not expecting that answer.

Salvali, Matisse, and the others watched from a distance.

"He's doing it... he's doing it!" Matisse said laughing softly.

"Well he's finally talking verses standing there holding her awkwardly." Salvali says as he watches Ithio put her down and her eyes seemed to be focused on him as she talks.

"Do you think it's a bond or just affection?" Matisse asks out loud to no one really but Salvali just shrugs.

"Does it matter? Feels like it's been ages since Ithio has been happy and see him fawn over a pretty bird makes me feel like we've got our brother back. Well it's almost time for Astartes skating are you going to try?" Salvali changes the topic and teases his brother. As the two laugh leaving Ithio to continue to cling to the words of his little bird.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #space marines #cuckoo anon #tales from the barn #I'm sorry this took so long #Emperor's Children

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Garmadon and Co. move into the monastery.

Warnings: Wu is in denial

Prompt: New Beginnings

Extra: Set in pre-canon. "And Co." are Ray, Maya, Libber, and Lily. Wu is in denial of being a father, but Ray and Garmadon will not shut up about it. I am sleepy so this probably sounds a bit dead.

"So this is what you've been doing in my absence?" Garmadon asked after he knocked on a giant red door of the Monastery.

He had walked in on Wu as he guided Morro through proper katana form.

The brother's locked eyes.

"Morro, you've done a great job today, but I think we're done for now. Do you mind cleaning up everything?" the blonde asked kindly.

Morro simply bowed and dragged the training dummy and bokken to their respective storage places, disappearing into the monastery afterwards.

Garmadon approached his younger brother. The two stood face to face, tension thickening the air as silence flowed between the two.

"Is this the boy you've been writing about?" the elder brother asked.

"Yes, that was Morro." The younger brother confirmed. "Where are the other four?"

"They are… coming." The brunette turned to the stairs, where spiky brown hair popped up from a distance. "It has been a long journey."

"I see. Good thing Morro and I prepared rooms for you all ahead of time." Wu stepped forwards to be next to the taller man.

The two stood in weighted silence.

The eldest sighed, "I missed you, Brother."

"As did I." The younger quickly brushed off any dirt accumulated from training.

Ray clambered up the stairs, huffing with each step he took. Maya, Libber, and Lily followed up behind. All of them at different levels of exhaustion, ranging from Libber, who was bent over with her hands on her knees gasping for air as fat beads of sweat dripped down her round pale cheeks and thin neck, to Lily, who was slightly winded as she dabbed sweat off her brow and jogged up and down the same three steps, giving encouraging words to the other women with her.

"Why," Ray asked through labored breaths, "do you live on top of a mountain?"

The blonde man smiled, "There's a nice view."

"Eughhh… I need… a bath," Libber groaned as she collapsed against the wall of the monastery, scooching over to a shaded area.

"Same, I forgot how tall this mountain was," Maya agreed.

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Lily received two deadpan stares.

"Maybe for you because you love rock climbing," Libber grumbled before slouching inside to bathe. Maya and Lily followed suit.

Ray straightened up eventually. "So, where's your kid, Wu?"

"What?"

"Your kid. Y'know, agh what was the name, Mollo? No, Mono? Ah, Morro!"

"Wha- hah! Morro is not my kid."

"You sure, Brother?" Garmadon piped up. "You seem quite fond of him."

"I can be fond of a child without adopting him! Besides, he's only my student."

"Sure, because you definitely wrote about discovering his favorite food like he's your student," Ray rolled his amber eyes. "Just accept it, you're a father now."

"Which means I'm an uncle as well," Garmadon quietly realized.

"Again, Morro is just my student. Besides, there's no way he sees me as a fa-"

"Sensei."

The three men turned to see their topic of discussion waiting patiently by a door into the building.

"Excuse me for interrupting, but I completed my task," the boy said after he came over.

"Good job! Let's go inside now, okay?" the younger Dragoni crouched to be closer to Morro's eye level.

The boy with a green streak nodded happily and softly made his way back into the temple.

Ray and Garmadon shared a look as Wu rose to his full height and followed, waving the two over.

"Not a father, he says," Ray mumbled before heading inside with Garmadon.

Bokken - wooden sword used to train in kenjutsu, or japanese swordsmanship

#ninjago #morro #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro master of wind #morrotober #morrotober 2023 #morro wu #lego ninjago #garmadon ninjago #ninjago master wu #ray ninjago #ninjago libber #lily ninjago #maya ninjago #i'm sorry this took so long #again #i'm playing catch up rn

[caitvellichor]

YOI Swan Lake / Ballet AU page 20: In which Viktor (finally) wakes up, blushes, and goes for the *smolder*

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[little-pup-pip]

ok. This one might be OUT THERE. BUT.

MARBLED NEWT. marbled newts are my current hyperfixation please please please please please I LOVE THESE GUYS.

Decorated paci please? green shiny things!

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Sure!!

#i had to think really hard about whether id keep this request or make a new post and just @ you #because i wasn't sure if i wanted the original pictures in there #but then i thought #who cares #it's some bonus pictures for people who love newts! #i'm sorry this took so long #i hope you enjoy #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #babyre #baby regression #Sam is such a cool person i wanted to do this right #HOLY HECK THIS IS ALSO MY FIRST POST FOR 500 FOLLOWERS #YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY #i love you all

[sugar-glaze-donut]

Okay- So- I am having a rant idea of an Aruji-sama here.

So my idea here is a (Bayonetta Origins- type) of Aruji-sama (Yeah- the butlers got a badass XD)

So she has a similar timid person but that's what the butlers know that, but when she practices her witchcraft in secret, her persona becomes a whole different one like in (Bayonetta 1) :3

And bruh- the minute she fights the angels in a while another level- XD wish them luck-

Main Persona Aruji-sama: Umm- well that can be helpful.

Switched Persona Aruji-sama: Don't I suppose that I'm even welcomed here. But love when its hard to get.

I'm not quite sure about Bayonetta... but it gives me an impression of pure badass-ness! LETS GO BADASS MC SUPREMACY

(Also I’m REALLY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I had no idea what Bayonetta was so I had to research a LOT about it 😭)

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From your ask, it seems like original Aruji-sama and Bayonetta Aruji-sama have different personalities Aruji-sama talking/ interacting with butlers and Muu: timid, polite, shy, etc... Aruji-sama is fighting angels: ABSOLUTE GIRLBOSS, BADASS SLAY QUEEN, STEP ON M- (ok I think that's too much, sorry 😞)

Anyways... when Aruji-sama is fighting with Chicken Wings Angels in front of the butlers, they act vulnerable and scared to fight. But when it's Bayonetta!Aruji-sama it's a different story! Since Bayonetta uses a gun (and several other weapons) it'll be a wild ride those overgrown chickens >:)

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Angel: *exists*

Aruji-sama: *draws gun* I'm a "normal" person but-

Butlers: WHAT IS THAT-

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Aruji-sama: *exists*

Angels: Why do I hear boss music?

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...I think fighting angels would be way easier :) But that will make you more of a target to the angels, especially the high angels like Seraphim. That won't stop you from absolutely roasting him though mmm... smells like chicken nuggets

Also Bayonetta's personality is to not take things seriously (?) A very reckless Aruji-sama is sure to give the butlers the fright of their life

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Seraphim: *talks shit about the devil butlers*

Aruji-sama: I'm not the type to get mad but... *equips Durga*

Bastien: Is it just me, or do I smell fried chicken?

⚠️Spoilers for Episode 3⚠️ Villa butlers: *running away from Thrones (lmao idk I thought it was Slone 😭)*

Aruji-sama: *yelling* Bye bye angel Pookie 😘 hope you get roasted in hell soon <3

Thrones: (doesn't understand it but gets provoked) ...YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!!!!

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And since they can do witchcraft, they could be great friends with the witch girl from the village!

Aruji-sama 🤝Witch girl

Also based on some research I did, Bayonetta has magic that can let her have direct contact with demons (I hope I'm right 🫠) This means Aruji-sama can summon demons to help fight the angels.

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(I'm really sorry this is short 😭. I hope I was able to get some of the Bayonetta lore right...)

Last Edited - September 6th

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #aknk #あくねこ #devil butler and black cat #悪魔執事と黒い猫 #devil butler with black cat x reader #au #bayonetta #glaze asks 🍩 #i'm sorry this took so long

[paimonial-rage]

will they try to fix you and tighnari?

[Character Analysis Ask Meme]

Will Tighnari try to fix you?

Though he may garner the fear of many, for people that know him well, it is quite easy to see that Tighnari cares for the people around him. And, well, he is also a bit of a nag too. How quick he is to notice when you haven't been showing your face around as much as usual or if you're finding yourself in more and more trouble. He does not hesitate to call you out right on the spot and point out your faults before a listening crowd. But that isn't all, isn't it? Then his voice will soften after scolding you. And with a scowl on his face, he'll soothe the harshness of his words with an invitation to dinner or to an academic lecture he will be having soon. He may complain about your various shortcomings, but he'll never abandon you. He will not let you go through your problems alone.

#genshin x reader #tighnari #tighnari x reader #i'm sorry this took so long #i was feeling really under the weather this past week so i've kind of been really out of it #long story short to your question though... the answer is both yes and no #the easiest way to see it is the way he treats collei and kaveh #for collei he is her master and for kaveh he is kaveh's friend #however you'll notice in both cases while he will harp on them he does not force his will upon them nor does he live their life for them #he will tell collei to sit out forest ranger duties but he does not control how late she stays up or what she does in her free time #for kaveh tighnari will scold him when he drinks too early but he won't do more than that #in the same sense while he would try to fix 'you' by nagging you and whatnot don't expect him to be on your butt about it #he will not constantly check in on you nor will he order you around #he'll scold you and will call you out #he'll invite you to spend time with him to get away from troubles #but that's the extent to how far he will go for you #in the end what you do with your life is your choice #he retains the right to judge you for your decisions though lol

[standardizedbogey]

Have you ever had friendship bracelets?

Prompts are here

Mars tilted her head one way and then the other. She knelt down to select a rock from the path beneath her feet. She bounced it in her hand to test for the weight, wound up, and threw it as hard as she could.

It collided with what should have been empty air. Colors rippled out like water, and she watched the waves bounce up against the far ends of the cavern. This barrier, as far as could be told, covered the entire space 

She huffed as the color faded out completely.

“Maybe the book was wrong,” Mars said as she came back to the group.

The two men ignored her as they poured over their notes and photocopies of mythology books.

Mars should have been studying too, really. Everyone her age had completed their journeys and gone back to school by this point. Instead, since she was too young to properly work, she was a perpetual intern at Galactic.

At the moment, she was stuck on what had been pitched as a quick surveying trip to Mount Coronet. What had resulted instead was anything but quick as they wandered fruitlessly through caves only to be stopped by… whatever this was.

“Maybe we took a wrong turn someplace,” she continued as she sat down. She took up the braiding she’d been working on, and then thoughtfully added, “Or it could-”

“We are following the correct path,” Cyrus said, sharply, as he flipped through a binder. "We just…" He buried himself a bit more in his research. "I'll find it, give me a minute."

Saturn sighed and then conceded, "We have been in caves for a while."

"You too?" he asked. 

He shrugged a bit as he made a note in the margins. "I don't think any of us are thinking straight after so many days of sleeping bags. Getting out of here and actually seeing the sun would help us straighten things out."

"We are so close," he said. It came across as more resigned than sharp.

"And we can get further. Next time." Saturn patted his shoulder as he got up. "I'm going to get some water so we can make soup. Then I vote that we get some sleep and head out."

Mars chimed in "seconded" before Cyrus could complain. 

He huffed at the betrayal, but did close his books. Cyrus muttered to himself as he rubbed eyes that were more exhausted than he'd care to admit.

"We'll figure it out," Mars said as she tied off her work. "Bet it's just one piece we're missing."

“There’s always another piece, isn’t there?” he mused. Cyrus inattentively stoked the fire into something that could be cooked on. “I’m positive that I've found the correct path this time.” He glanced up as a wild zubat effortlessly flew through the barrier. “If they’re blocking humans this hard, it has to be.”

"Yeah, probably,” Mars agreed as she watched the pokemon slip off into the dark. She scooted herself closer as she said, “Now put out your hand. I made you something.”

He eyed her with more than a touch of curiosity. "You didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to. And you guys are boring so I've had a lot of time," she said. "Come on, hand out."

Cyrus did as he was told, with his palm up and expectant. He watched in confusion as she bypassed his hand entirely and set about tying something around his wrist.

He leaned in to examine the intricate way the colors of the string weaved their way across his skin. “What is this?”

“Haven’t you heard of friendship bracelets?” She asked as she finished up the knot.

“No,” Cyrus said as he brought his hand up to see it more easily in the dim light of the campfire. “I suppose it’s meant to be symbolic?”

“Uh huh!" She grinned and held up her own hand to show she had a color-swapped version. “See? We match.”

Cyrus looked between the bracelet and Mars. He considered what to say, but when he heard Saturn approaching pulled his hand back down into his lap.

Mars noted that but turned her attention to Saturn. "You fall or something?"

“Those stupid Medicham are worked up,” Saturn complained as he lugged the bucket back over. “We’re bringing more flying types next time we come back or something.”

“There will be more manpower and Pokemon next time we come,” Cyrus promised as he fed the fire a bit more to get the water boiling. “We'll have a lot more to do and we can't be distracted.”

*****

It had taken several more years of research and work to get through the barrier. In that time, the cheap string that had made up the bracelet had frayed, faded, and eventually fallen off entirely.

If Mars had noticed that the bracelet had come off, she hadn't mentioned it. It was quite likely that she didn't even know he still had it, because he was sure she'd have offered to replace or repair it if she had. But the years had also changed her from a child who mostly tagged along to an adult and a proper member of the team. It was likely she'd just grown past such trivial things.

She had been growing into such a confident and interesting adult before he'd…

In the quiet of the distortion realm, Cyrus pulled the bracelet from its place in his breast pocket. He ran his thumb over the overlapping designs. They had been so faded back in the other world, but were vivid compared to the monochromatic landscape he now lived in.

He exhaled, slowly, as he delicately put it back into its hiding place.

It couldn't be impossible to get out of here. And, from there, he knew the adjustments that had to be made in order to create his perfect world. 

And, when he did, he'd make sure that friendship bracelets were one of the concepts that remained. Of all the things he had to do, after everything he'd already done, that one couldn't be that hard.

#galactic boss cyrus #commander mars #commander saturn #I'm sorry this took so long

[visiosatanae]

Oooh! That drawing meme looks so fun! May i suggest: Pretty mad ft. the Cardinal? 🥰🩷

When Terzo has the audacity to flirt with your dolcezza...

I'm open to do more from this drawing meme :D

#cardinal copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fanart #visiart #I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG #life has been... well life lol #i've missed doing these kinds of requests so thank you! #sucharide

[lightweaver-chosen-if]

Hii! I really love your story and I'm soo excited for what's to come. If there is any way I can support you please let me know, I won't hesitate ❤️.

I'm actually in awe—I'm honored that there are people even considering it

Here’s my Ko-Fi for those interested in buying me a coffee—I would appreciate it so much ! When the time is right, I do want to make a Patreon and put up some juicy POV & side/back story content

But I’d like to make the demo cross that 100k words or more first to really grow that interest. I have so much stuff in store for Lightweaver, so it’s definitely going to be a long journey . . .

Either way, I am just thankful for all the love and support everyone’s been sending my way. It means a lot to me.

I love you and take care always. (｡•́‿•̀｡)

#i'm sorry this took so long #lightweaver: chosen #if wip #ask #interactive fiction #choice of games #dashingdon #hosted games

[tabbytabbytabby]

Steddie #12 please???

Here you are, anon! Thanks for the prompt! 💜

Also on AO3

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It's going on midnight when Eddie hears a car pull into his driveway. He's immediately alert as he ducks down in the hall, trying to stay out of view. Wayne's at work– will be until morning. There's no one else that he's expecting. 

His mind immediately thinks the worst as he hears footsteps coming up the rickety steps outside, seconds before a knock sounds on the door. 

He holds his breath, hoping that whoever it is will just go away. The last thing he needs is to be harassed and threatened in his own damn trailer.

The knock sounds again, along with a voice calling his name. "Eddie? Eddie, it's Steve. Are you in there?"

Steve. What the hell is Steve doing here? Was something wrong? Has something happened to the kids? 

"Eddie, come on," Steve says. "Your van’s outside. I know you're in there. I just…" There's a thump against the door, and Eddie can almost imagine Steve resting his head against it. "No one's seen you in three days, man. We're worried."

Worried. 

Steve's not here because something happened to the kids or Robin or Nancy but because of him. It's not something he's used to. The only person that's ever given a damn about him is Wayne. It's hard to believe that someone like Steve Harrington, of all people, does.

"I just want to know you're okay," Steve says. "I know– I know this shit isn't easy to deal with, and I understand if you don't want to talk about it, but you don't have to deal with it alone, Eddie. We're all here for you."

Eddie feels his throat close up, and he closes his eyes against the sting of tears. It's become an all too familiar feeling lately. One of the reasons he hasn't wanted to be around anyone. He hasn't exactly been handling things well. The last thing he wanted was for the kids to see him like this– especially Henderson.

But maybe…

Eddie's eyes snap open when the footsteps start moving away. Away. Away. Away. Eddie thought he would feel relieved, but instead, he finds himself disappointed. A part of him wants to call out– get to his feet and chase after him. But he feels rooted to the spot.

All he can manage to do is tuck his knees to his chest and rest his head against the cool denim as the first wave of sobs racks through his body. 

Stupid. He's so stupid. He should have just opened the door. Now he really is alone, and it's his own damn fault. 

"Eddie?"

Eddie's head snaps up at the sound of Steve's voice. He's standing at the other end of the hall, watching him carefully. So he hadn't left after all. But Eddie's sure the door had been locked. 

"I found the spare key," Steve says as if reading his mind. "Or, well, Max told me where you keep it."

Max. Of course. 

Steve creeps closer cautiously– as if afraid that any sudden movement might send Eddie running. Maybe it would have, but right now, Eddie's too exhausted to think of standing, let alone running. All he can do is watch as Steve kneels in front of him. His face is pinched in concern. 

"I won't ask if you're okay," Steve says. "I think we both know you're not."

Eddie sighs and leans his head back against the wall. "No shit."

"Is that why you've been avoiding everyone?" Steve questions.

"I'm not avoiding anyone."

"Eddie."

Eddie sighs. "Okay. Fine. Maybe I am. I just…"

"What?"

"I didn't want anyone to see me like this," Eddie admits. "I guess I'm not exactly handling things that well."

Steve moves until he's sitting next to Eddie, his back against the wall mirroring Eddie's position. "No one expects you to, you know? You were thrust into this whole mess and didn't exactly have a lot of time to process. It would be hard on anyone."

"But not you," Eddie says.

"Seriously? You think I handled it well when I first found out?" Steve asks. "I ran, man. I got to my car and was about to drive away, leaving Nancy and Jonathan alone to face one of those monsters."

"But you didn't," Eddie says.

"No, I didn't," Steve says. "I went back in to help them. Because I didn't want to be that guy. So I decided that night to be better. But that doesn't mean all this shit still doesn't get to me."

"You wouldn't tell by looking at you," Eddie says.

"I do it for them," Steve says. Eddie doesn't have to ask who the them he's referring to is. They both know. "They're probably traumatized enough. I don't want to add to that if I can help it. So, I get it, man. I get trying to be strong for them."

"But?" Eddie questions. He can sense one lingering there.

"But you don't have to be strong for me," Steve says. 

Eddie's shoulders slump, and he lets out a ragged breath. He hasn't told any of this to Wayne, not wanting to worry the man more than he already has been. But maybe he doesn't have to keep it entirely to himself, either. If there's anyone that might understand what he's feeling and listen without judgment, it's Steve. 

 "I– I just keep seeing them. The bats. I see Dustin's face and hear his screams as I'm fucking dying in front of him, and there's nothing I can do to make it better. That's the worst part, you know? I really thought I was gonna die down there, and sure, that scared me. I didn't want to die. But I didn't want to be just another thing that traumatized that kid, but I failed at that."

"You didn't," Steve says softly. "Eddie, you made it out."

"Only because of you," Eddie says, glancing his way. "If you hadn't shown up when you did…."

"But I did," Steve says firmly. "I did. And you're alive. You're safe now."

Safe. That's something Eddie hasn't felt in a while. Even with Vecna gone and his name cleared, he still hasn't felt safe. Not with the nightmares plaguing him or the looks he gets on the streets from anyone he passes. Another reason he's been staying inside. 

"I don't feel safe, Steve," Eddie admits. "I'm afraid I won't ever again."

"You will," Steve assures him. "It might take time, but you will."

"How do you know?" 

"Because you have a group of kids that are stubborn as hell and have your back," Steve says. "You have Wayne, who could probably send someone to their grave just by glaring at them." 

Eddie smiles at that. He knows the look all too well. "True."

"You have so many people that have your back, Eddie," Steve says. "I know it might seem like everyone is out to get you right now, but you have more people on your side than you realize."

"Including you?"

Steve smiles and knocks his shoulder with Eddie's. "Yeah, man. Especially me."

"No one's ever done this for me before…." Eddie tells him.

"Done what?" Steve asks him. 

"Stuck around," Eddie says softly.

Steve's hand moves to his shoulder, and he squeezes. "I'm not going anywhere, Eddie."

"Promise?"

It's ridiculous, he knows. No one can make that promise. But all Steve does is smile– that soft, heartbreaking smile that has Eddie's traitorous heart flipping. "Promise."

Eddie lets himself believe.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #eddie x steve #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #my fanfiction #filled prompts #I'm sorry this took so long #my brain has not been cooperating when it comes to writing

[youshouldhavepaidattentiondad]

🏈 (if youre still taking emojis for drabbles)

Henry laughs as he catches the ball Stu throws him from across the room.. "We up for a game?" He asks, grinning at the other six.

"I dunno, Henry," Chad says as he slings an arm around Henry's shoulders. "It's raining."

"Sounds like a perfect time for a skins game to me," Greg says with a smirk. "Sides, a little rain never hurt anybody."

"Says you," Leighton laughs, "I'm so sweet I'd melt."

Steve snorts at that. "More like you'd float, cause you're full of shit."

"Come on, just a quick game," Henry insists, "What's the worst that could happen?"

Send me an emoji and I'll write a drabble!

#I'm sorry this took so long #workin boys spoilers #kinda #henry hidgens #professor hidgens

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Heyyyy, shout out to @ladycrpsss for this idea. Not morrotober.

Summary: Morro has a breakdown

Warnings: unreliable narrator (?), hysteria,

Extra: This is where Morro stomps off to after ripping a door out of its sliding track. This also has a dash of self-projection as I've had my own outbursts like this, and Morro is my torture blorbo so obviously he's getting the brunt of it.

"I'm sorry, but destiny has spoken," Wu said solemnly, face tainted with regret.

Regret. He regrets teaching me, he regrets taking me in, he hates me-

I ripped the door out, the splintered frame flew across the room. "Then I refuse to listen! I am the Green Ninja. You.. made me believe!"

I stomped down the hall in a rage. How dare he, how dare he say I'm not the Green Ninja! HOW DARE HE CLAIM I'M NOT WORTHY! I burst into the courtyard, shoving the door shut behind me as the wind tossed anything loose around.

I slammed my fists and feet into the wooden log dummies. Not good enough, I'll show him! I am good enough, I am worth it, I am the Green Ninja!

A frustrated scream ripped out of my throat as rageful tears welled in my eyes. I wiped harshly at my face, trying my best not to let them fall. I can't cry, I won't cry. I am the Green Ninja. I am, I am, I am!

My knees met stone along with my hands. Tears poured down my face and onto the floor. I slammed my hands onto the ground, the winds howled with me.

How dare he...

#ninjago #lego ninjago #morro #morro ninjago #ninjago morro #morro master of wind #morro wu #ninjago wu #wu ninjago #master wu #sensei wu #wu #i'm sorry this took so long #i'm not sorry for what i've done to morro #would this be considered a vent fic? #maybe #projecting onto fictional characters #short fic #angst #hurt/no comfort #i'm not sorry