#(( i hope you don't mind ))

[little-pup-pip]

hello! could i request a masc leaning moodboard with a no deco paci and darker colours +some skateboard related things please?

Sure!!

#skateboarding #!!! #i miss skateboarding #also #look!! #a tech deck!! #i have one of those still #i feel like this one has a lot of unrequested stars #i hope you don't mind #sfw interaction only #moodboard #sfw agere #age regression #agere #sfw littlespace #agere moodboard #babyre #age dreaming #baby regression

[xxwelxx]

The Boring Ones <33

#ruikasa #rui kamishiro #tenma tsukasa #wel of doodles #the boring ones #i hope you don't mind #but I’m crowning myself as the CEO of the boring ones #thanks for understanding #smiles smiles smiles

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey Mousy!

I was thinking about how reckless the farmer can be, you know, fighting monsters, overworking to maintain a farm, and even being a guinea pig for others.

But despite all that, the farmer stays alive (CofcofPoweroftheScrollandMr.Qicofcof)

But, how do you think the villagers would react to the news of the farmer's death?

Oh, pain... 🥲 Thank you for ask, Shiro 🫶

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It was rare to catch a conversation between Marlon and Lewis, but the old adventurer had come to the town mayor's home... with tragic news. Marlon himself was as gloomy as a dark cloud. The news he brought had shocked the equally old Pelican Town Mayor.

They're.... dead? In the mines?

Merciful Yoba.... But, they came here as farmer, why did they have to go into the most dangerous place?...

The next ones to be shocked were Dr. Harvey, who stated Farmer's official death, and Maru, who was helping him. The young inventor gasped in horror: seeing Farmer's body had made her sick, so Harvey had to do almost everything himself. All this was late at night, and just the next day in the afternoon, Maru was to meet her girlfriends at Haley and Emily's house to discuss various gossip. And Maru (unfortunately), also got some news.....

All the girls gasped after hearing this, Penny even dropped her tea cup from shock. Abigail turned even paler, because just yesterday she had begged Farmer to take her to the mines, but Farmer had politely refused her. Perhaps, because of this, they had saved her from death...

Pelican Town is a small town, and news of the death spread like the plague. Caroline and Pierre learned everything from their daughter, truly regretting the death of the young farmer. And even though Pierre was not close to them and for him it is, in fact, just the loss of another client, he does not wish anyone such a terrible fate, to die young, alone...

Gus didn't turn on the music machine in the Saloon, also giving himself over to mourning the loss of a member of their commune. Let the others not be fooled by the rather stale reaction of Shane, Alex, and George in calling the farmer a fool. They just don't know how to react to the loss of a loved one again.

It would seem that Clint couldn't have gotten any sadder than his usual state, but when the only person he considered a true friend dies... It's painful.

It's pain for Robin to construct a gravestone instead of useful buildings for farming. Sebastian, along with Abby and Sam shut themselves in his room in the basement, trying to hide from the pain that way. Vincent didn't understand at first why his parents sat sad, but Jas immediately realized why Aunt Marnie's eyes were red. She understood why Uncle Willy had taken off his hat as he saluted the dead farmer.

Everyone was at the funeral, mourning the young farmer. As dusk descended on the Valley, no one noticed several figures standing near the fresh grave. No one saw how Marlon placed their sword beside the grave, how Rasmodius made the flowers beside the grave grow, decorating it with a single movement of his hand. And how quietly Linus stood, whispering a farewell to the young soul who had not been afraid to go into danger to protect the people of Stardew Valley.

#I'm enjoying experimenting with a new writing format #i hope you like it Shiro #I'm so excited to write more #stardew valley #sdv #i actually got a little confused and trying to guess do toy mean only SDV townies or from the mods too #so i decided do only vanilla #i hope you don't mind #also yay another sad headcanon! #sdv community #sdv headcanons #damn i have inspiration right now and go full speed with writing #how the fuck inspiration even works?..

[mari-lair]

Idk of u read the new chapter yet BUT these two panels look ODDLY similar...do u think teru and natsuhiko have similar powers or something?

I have a theory that is very out there, but since you asked my opinion...

Not only do I think there is similarity to their powers, I would go as far as to say Natsuhiko is part exorcist.

Exorcist blood has always been special. We see Teru open a gate between boundaries in chapter 70, and Yorimitsu used his blood to make a contract with No.6, so their blood has influence over the supernatural.

Natsuhiko is treated as a normal student, a living being: Everyone in Nene’s class can see him, he is part of class 2-D, and acts as if participating in the school festival is normal, unlike Sakura.

There is also this official art of him with a sword, which so far in the manga only exorcists have 'weapons'.

Natsuhiko does not exorcise supernaturals though, he lives with them, many of his quirks making him seem inhuman. And I personally don't think exorcists are fully human, they must have some supernatural blood in their lineage, some deep connection.

Minamotos are inclined to like supernaturals despite being tasked to eliminate them. Hanako is basically the personification of supernaturals to Kou but the young exorcist overall sees him as a friend, Tiara got attached to a Mokke, and even Yorimitsu, who had heavily implied there is something wrong with his emotional attachment, took a liking to No.6. He stayed with the demon on his death bed.

Humans also don’t have fangs, no matter how dramatic the manga paneling can get, only supernaturals and the Minamotos have fangs.

 Exorcists can eat monster's body parts without needing to make a contract, so while they have spiritual energy that is destructive to supernaturals, and resistance to their power, their body doesn't reject supernaturals and their influence.

Exorcists are built to give a lot of damage to supernaturals and protect humans, it is heavily implied their spiritual energy can’t hurt humans, but who can they hurt? Half humans, and themselves.

And Natsuhiko’s blood hurt supernaturals, not humans. Possibly himself too, since it is the first time he actually commented on how it's 'painful' to do this despite being thrown in deadly and hurtful situations a lot. (tho it could just be pain from the cut, I still find it strange he comments it's painful.)

He is influenced by rumors which is a supernatural trait, not a human one, and Minamotos are not affected by rumors.

...Or are they?

Since i’m already going wild, i’ll throw another out of pocket theory here: Teru does gain powers by rumor, that’s where his astronomical popularity comes from.

The other character we are told to be ‘the peak of beauty’ in this manga is Aoi, who was unnaturally beautiful since young, and attracted attention even as a toddler. While Teru seems isolated, not just from an ‘I'm not normal’ perspective.

But he got a popularity jump so big at some point that both boys and girls are interested, able to loudly proclaim their love, his beauty is so amazing it overshadows Aoi's, to the point, someone suggested they made a Teru pavilion. A pavilion that has a BIG line.

His beauty is the first thing we learn about Teru: His introduction is as a ‘handsome and dreamy boy’,  not as an exorcist or any of his main traits, because that’s what Nene, and most of the school, sees him as.

Such hypnotizing beauty mysteriously disappears outside school. He has no fans or stalkers on the streets, and absolutely no one that isn’t from school ever comments on his beauty. Which is not the case with Aoi. 

I know people have always been more respectful to Teru than to Aoi (misogyny is a bitch) but this is not just a change of approach caused by respect, Teru has no admirers at all in the city. Aoi is beautiful outside school too, people can’t help but stare and want her, it is a genuine problem she always had, but Teru, who should make everyone swoon regardless of gender or how weird he acts, is not worth even passing comments, he is treated as a normal guy outside school. A pretty boy, sure, but nothing special.

#i am not even going to lie i just went insane #i hope you don't mind #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk 104 #jshk104 #tbhk spoilers #tbhk manga spoilers #minamoto teru #hyuuga natsuhiko #This is half actual analysis half conspiracy theory levels of 'but what if-' #tbhk theory #theory

[inklessletter]

Confession time: I actually gave you a brush of this in previous confession times, but making the masterlist post I have just realized how brutally confident I just grew this June.

It's silly, but I'm getting emotional because of it. About eighteen months ago I started taking classes of digital art, although I've been drawing all my life, at some point I just stopped and it was suddenly ten years since I last picked up a pen and paper. I never, ever, have done digital art before last year.

It was good for me, I grew confident and I started showing what I did. I have very old folders full with traditional drawings since I was a little munchkin, but I have never shown those before in public. I wanted to take that back, the skill, the willing, the inspiration.

Last year I made some friends because of this artistic spree, but it ended up real bad. Like, real, real bad. Abandoning my nickname and fleeing social media for months bad. Going back to not showing my stuff in public. Losing everything I have been building up slowly, and that's how I got here.

I needed to leave my own mind behind and find something that gave me comfort and closure, so I came back to Stranger Things, something I liked in the loneliness of my bedroom, something that it felt like mine because no one around me loved it so much. I started reading fanfics, I've got a folder in my e-book with more than 200 of them (97% steddie). Then I started to feel that maybe I needed to take out some venom of my system, and I started writing some, even if it wasn't in my native language and I was terrified of making mistakes, because I just got the lesson that people hiding behind screens and shielded by anonymity could be ruthless, and cruel, and won't bat an eye if someone blatantly breaks you publicly.

But that didn't happen, and even if I had no range, I felt better writing, so I kept doing it. It felt like finally healing.

I eventually picked up the digital pencil again, believe me, with a lot of fear, after months of my last drawing. I'm talking from August to March. I just didn't want another ten years without drawing to pass. It felt like a baby step. A terrifying, unsure and shaking baby step.

I just didn't realize until today, making the masterlist, that I have done sixteen full illustrations in June. Sixteen. That's one (and a little bit) every two days. That's half a month drawing nonstop in my free time.

I don't know when I fell in love with it again.

I don't know many things.

But I know one: I'm grateful to be here, growing a little bit fearless everyday of just being me.

So, if you actually bothered to read all the way down here, let me thank you for being nice to a stranger. Keep doing it, you never know how much someone you don't know can be affected by a single nice act.

#inklessletter #confession time #i am so sorry this is long #sorry if i post about my emotions kind of often #i promised originally that this blog would be my emotional dumpster #but seriously #sometimes i need to take things out of my chest or they will grow wild #i hope you don't mind #you can just skip this

[lastlymatt]

Yeah tv!Alex is so different and honestly I think in a good way!

Book!Alex was always like, 'ugh I hate working for MI6, why do they keep dragging me in, I just want a normal life, I don't care that much about a random person in danger'.

Tv!Alex is like 'I don't care about skipping school to go save the world because I care that people are going to get hurt and the department is doing jack shit so I feel a responsibility to do the right thing'.

It's very different and I think TV!Alex has a lot more compassion and care in him and wants to help others and would sacrifice himself for the greater good. He is his father's son, and I think it makes a lot of sense that way, and I like how morally strong he is in the show, and a lot more mature.

Not that I dislike book!Alex, of course I love him, but he's definitely more of a 'kid', which while accurate to his age, I do like watching a more adult and mature Alex. (tbf though I haven't read the new books yet so idk if his characterization has changed)

I hope we do get a post-uni show with the same crew and we get to see Adult!Alex working for the department.

While you're absolutely right about how book!Alex is more of a 'kid' and very reluctant to go on whatever mission of the week, TV!Alex feels far more naive and innocent than his book counterpart despite being older.

Because book!Alex does come through when the threat is real. He wants to protect people and the world, just not when he's being blackmailed into it. He cares enough that he willingly puts himself in danger for a boy he barely knows in Ark Angel without anyone prompting him to.

A lot of the time, he saves people or goes after villains because he knows that MI6 is useless. They demonstrated that over and over again to him while TV!Alex hunts them down to get them to do something before being smacked in the face with the reality of the Department.

I will say he is absolutely more stubborn about going back to school and staying 'normal' than TV!Alex, but again, that is because MI6 keeps pulling him back.

TV!Alex gets blackmailed by Blunt once. A car doesn't show up in front of his house or school every other week, so he can be shipped all over the world to almost die for some goal he barely comprehends. He isn't forced into dangerous fabricated situations where he has to turn to MI6 for help in exchange for doing their dirty work.

TV!Alex instead goes through one harrowing experience and is then told to forget it ever happened. He isn't beaten down and almost murdered every other Tuesday, so of course, he has a stronger hold on his morals but he isn't the mature one here.

In fact, he seems incredibly naive when he thinks he can waltz into a criminal organisation, get his revenge on the Department, and go back home as if nothing happened.

Book!Alex tells Scorpia up front that he could never be a killer, but he still participates in all the lessons like he's told to and seems to have a better understanding of his situation despite not having both Nile and Yassen laying it out clearly for him.

I think book!Alex is also far more willing to join up with Scorpia because of how awful MI6 is to him compared to TV!Alex's Department. He also goes into his first conversation with Rothman, just wanting to know more about his father. Of course, the fourteen-year-old idiot would go with the people who are "honest" with him and treat him with more respect (and I say this as someone who cannot read anything where Alex stays with Scorpia)

TV!Alex goes in with the idea that he can somehow destroy Scorpia, but he gets manipulated from the moment he contacts them. He runs on the grief and need for revenge that Scorpia injects him with almost the entire time he's there.

They're both their fathers' sons, but their arcs are very different. One is very drawn out, and the other is cut short with a happy ending.

(This is very personal speculation, but I think that if the TV series had continued and Alex's family had been "killed" just like Jack in Scorpia Rising, then Alex would've also absolutely shot someone)

So yeah... very different characters with different arcs. The comparison gets a bit murkier because of the different mediums, but I hope I got my point across.

I'm very curious what they would do with an adult!Alex because they'd have to come up with completely new material for that, and it would remove one of the main aspects of Alex Rider that I enjoy, namely that he's a kid who shouldn't be there.

Personally, I just want an adaptation of Russian Roulette.

#sorry for the ramble #i hope you don't mind #but yeah I have thoughts about this #alex rider #ask

[nattousan]

@larvaloach 食べましょうか？

#larvaloach #i just randomly ran into OP's adorable little guys and wanted to draw one #i hope you don't mind #fanart #my art #not my character

[zeroducks-2]

Okay but Zero. Zero Zero Zero. Service top Eo. Collared and worked up and panting on the end of a leash. Gripping the bottom’s hips and leaving claw marks as he tries to maintain the self control not to fuck them at the pace he wants to.

Let me welcome you to another episode of "You sent me a prompt but then my brain decided to do This Other Thing instead, really sorry about that".

(TW: NSFW, mutual noncon, dehumanization, long post)

The heavy loop attached to the front of his collar goes up and down as he rocks, keeping himself hilted in the wet heat of the Omega chained below him. “Slowly”, they said. “No knotting”. He trembles with the need to just snap his hips up but doesn’t, ignoring pleading mewls and begging little croons. The Omega is in heat, their scent glands swollen and inviting, but they said “no touching” and so Eobard keeps both palms planted to the sides of their head and keeps rocking, his claws painfully scraping against the metal slab the Omega has been strapped to.

«He seems so well behaved.»

«Indeed… this is one of our most fertile bitches and your boy is not even trying to smell them.»

Eobard barely hears the voices, focused on the way the Omega pants and starts to slowly arch up, their sex starting to clamp down. “No knotting”, that’s what he’s been told. He pulls back a little and arches as well, moving more quickly but without bottoming out, and the Omega chimes for him with a wordless plea. 

The weight of the collar reminds him that he needs to focus on something else, so he looks down, and their breasts say “five eight, for two”. They come from a facility too. Who knows who they were, before. The blue shackles around their forearms, not unlike the ones Eobard wears, suggest meta abilities but maybe they don’t even remember they possess them; their eyes are glassy, no light of understanding in them as they rock back in their bindings with breathless little moans. Do they remember their name…? He’s breathing hard too, he wants to paw at them and grab their chin to expose their neck, and bury himself into their heat, and-

He’s been told “no touching”, so he just leans down and his long hair brushes the sides of the Omega’s face, that’s not touching. They look up and arch as much as they can, whining, trying to reach him and breathe into his hair.

«Does he have an implant?» Another voice from the other side of the glass. 

«Absolutely not, we never use spinal implants. They shorten the lifespan of our products and reduce their fertility.»

Shocked murmurs from behind the glass. People are often so surprised to hear he has no implant.

«Take a look at his genetics.» Someone is saying and Eobard hasn’t been told he can stop, but he does it anyway. 

His shallow breathing slows down and the Omega below him struggles for a few moments but then quiets down as well, their eyes lidded and teary with overstimulation. His tamer is likely still focused on their intercourse but if he does this correctly it will look like he’s back to rocking his hips. 

«My god these are… flawless.» Someone else replies. «He was produced with nothing but quality in mind.»

«Indeed one of our best studs. Regardless of who you’ll pair him with, he’s bound to produce either a bitch or another stud.» 

More murmurs. They speak more about “three one, four three”. Eobard knows it’s him; he tends to forget those numbers but by this point he’s learned, and even the memory of when they got etched onto his skin has kind of dulled at this point. He needs to resume moving, and when he does the Omega's whine is so high-pitched it cuts the chit chat from behind the glass. He leans down more and rumbles so quietly, his instinct demanding he comforts the struggling little thing, but he can’t do that. No touching and no knotting, do everything slowly, show how good he is. 

Soon they order him off, and the quiet cries the Omega makes, trying to coax him back on top of them, force him to tune himself out of everything and just force his head into a blank space. He blinks back to reality with the interested buyers eyeing him, the Beta female of the couple turning his face this and that way, examining his features. 

«You were mentioning that the price is negotiable.» The Beta male is saying to the seller and he’s close enough, but Eobard stays focused on the woman, red eyes meeting her brown. 

«What’s your name?» She asks with a small smile, conversational. He quietly recites the numbers on his chest. «I’m asking your name, sweetie.» He blinks twice, and recites the numbers again. She offers an endeared look and pats his cheek. 

«We’re buying him.» She says, turning to her companion. «Take this ridiculous collar off and let’s bring him home. His pups will earn us a fortune, and there’s a chance they’ll be redheads too.»

The seller suddenly pales. «Oh, there is no need to remove it-»

«Why?» She reaches behind and easily unclasps the heavy leather from around his neck, and reflexively Eobard swallows over the strange absence of pressure. «What… is this…?»

«That is nothing. It’s just an old marking.»

«You did not mention that he’s mated.» The Beta male is saying, perceptible frustration in his voice. «We aren’t buying branded products.»

«This looks pretty old...» The woman considers with a frown, reaching up to touch the scar tissue on Eobard’s neck. He doesn’t growl. Doesn’t show his fangs, anything like that. He just stares her dead in the eyes, unflinching and unblinking, his expression entirely plain. Her hand pulls back before fingers can actually meet his skin. 

«I can guarantee you there hasn’t been any claim for restitution, either legal or informal. His mate is dead, whoever they were.»

«Then why haven’t you gotten rid of the scar?» The Beta male hisses, now clearly angered. «Let me guess, you tried and did not manage, because he’s still mated. Find someone else to scam.» The couple spins on their heels and leaves, ignoring any attempt of convincing them to buy him for a lowered price. Eobard is not surprised, no one ever buys him regardless of how flawless his performance turns out to be. This will get his tamers quite pissed at him, again, but there isn’t much that he can do about it. And he can’t deny to himself that all that fuss is amusing anyway.

#long post #omegaverse #Zero fucking stop being a wuss and use the character tag for your unhinged shit #eobard thawne #thanks for the prompt FTL idk what happened I wrote this instead #I hope you don't mind #my asks #my fanfiction

[bluegekk0]

Is the White Lady a unique existence, or is there some sort of species that she is basically a divine exemplar of?

In the AU I imagine she's part of the pantheon of gods of the Hallownest area, alongside The Radiance, Grimm, Unn, as well as The Dream Lord (Grimm and Radi's father) and The Shade Lord, though those two are dead at this point in the timeline (well, The Shade Lord can technically be reborn as we saw with Ghost uniting the void, but it's a veeeery unlikely event, so I consider it dead dead). I also like the idea of there being other gods that either died or prefer to stay away from all The Gods' Plane drama, and simply watch over their domains in peace (perhaps they don't even have physical forms, which would explain why they were never seen).

Of course, there is some hierarchy between those gods - at their peak power, The Radiance and Grimm were the strongest (not counting their father and The Shade Lord), while Unn and The White Lady (perhaps her god name is root? And "The White Lady" is just a title) were much weaker. But after Grimm's banishment, and The Radiance's downfall and eventual death, I think they are somewhat even power wise now.

Since The Radiance and Grimm are connected to dreams and nightmares, what would WL and Unn be gods of? Well, for WL I think something like fertility would fit, considering her desire to breed. And Unn could be connected to nature and wilderness, perhaps she watches over the wildlife population to ensure they are at stable numbers and no manmade (bugmade?) extinction occurs. That could be interesting, especially seeing how closely related both of their domains and responsibilities are. A bit of rivalry that extends past the physical territory conflict would be very tasty.

But to get back to the point - WL is not a member of any species, she's a unique being just like the other gods. That's not to say she didn't have any ancestors, but I wouldn't consider that a species. They're too far removed from the mortals' biology for that to be entirely accurate. The White Lady FPK married was her physical form, and her godly form resides in her own realm. As a side note, I would love to design that form one day, sounds like a fun idea.

This is also another reason why FPK couldn't be considered a true god. He's a member of a species that isn't godly in nature, he doesn't have a godly form, he learned all of his powers and wasn't born with them. He also lacks many of the abilities the gods possess, such as free travel between the mortal and higher planes* (the ability Grimm was stripped of after being banished), the ability to control their fertility and to change shape of their higher form, among others. So next to all of the gods, he was always significantly weaker. But at the same time, what made him unfitting to sit among the pantheon, also made him more relatable to the mortals, which is how he was able to gain so many followers, and why the moth tribe ultimately decided to reject The Radiance in favor of FPK.

So in short. WL is considered a god in the AU. Not powerful enough to stop The Radiance's infection, sadly, but still one of the gods of Hallownest.

I hope this isn't too convoluted, I tried to simplify all the concepts from the game and my inspirations to the best of my ability. It's why i treat "higher being" and "god" as interchangeable, for the sake of convenience. Though the nature of god like creatures is that they're difficult to comprehend, and unfortunately I can relate to that feeling more often than not hahaha

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* The "dream realm" he disappeared into was something his mind created at the moment he broke down, likely as a subconsciously manifested hiding place for safe hibernation. It used the same essence the gods use to travel between their own realms and the physical world, so it's very likely that he was in possession of a dream nail at the moment it happened. It is also why Grimm was unable to reach him, The Radiance took away his ability to travel between the shared plane and individual realms (with the exception of his own), so he was not able to enter the one FPK manifested

As for why WL did not attempt to visit him, there are two options that I'm debating on. Rither she was unaware of it/was made aware of it but was determined to stay in her bindings for the best of everyone, or FPK's manifested dream realm had some kind of seal that prevented anyone from entering it. I'm leaning more towards the second option (or a combination of both), but I still have to figure out how Ghost was able to enter. Perhaps being in possession of a dream nail helped? It condenses the essence into a small, focused form, so it's possible that was enough to break the seal (it would also tie nicely to the high essence requirement in the game). That, or perhaps the seal weakened over time, but at that point everyone gave up trying to reach him, until Ghost arrived. or maybe it was a bit of both.

#REALLY sorry for going on a long ramble #those kinds of questions really help me figure out all that worldbuilding #i hope you don't mind #ask stuff #feral pk au #au worldbuilding #save #wl #fpk #grimm

[softquietsteadylove]

there can't be enough thenamesh reunion fics!

may i ask for more?

Gilgamesh yanked the Warrior back by the shoulder. She tried to regain her balance but he slammed his fist against her head, creating a gust strong enough to rattle the ship windows. She went down softly.

"Oi!" The Mind Reader was quick to respond to his fallen comrade. They all had a sense of togetherness that Gilgamesh admitted he found absent within his own team (himself, the Soaring Eternal and their Prime).

Ikaris took advantage of the team's sense of protectiveness. He grasped the Speedster's armour collar with his hand, using her as a shield against the puppeteer. He fired his eyes into the dark haired one's armour, sending him through the wall. Then, the Speedster was nothing but a burden.

Gilgamesh winced as she was thrown headfirst to the ground. Ikaris wasn't stronger than him - he knew that for a fact - but he certainly acted more brutally.

"Come on," he muttered in his accent, dragging the body of the Speedster behind him as he floated over to retrieve the Mind Reader as well.

Gilgamesh stared down at the Warrior Eternal. Her body was also limp, but he could feel the Cosmic Energy thrumming within her veins. He could practically feel the rhythm of her heart, if he let himself imagine it. He didn't know what made them so different, according to Arishem.

"You want a hand with 'er or what?" Ikaris snarled at him, piling both of his catches under his arms to bring back to Ajak at the helm of the ship. He was probably just going to sling her over his shoulder, or worse, drag her.

"Go ahead," Gilgamesh grumbled, kneeling down to her. She was his defeat, and his responsibility. Ikaris floated ahead, even banging the Mind Reader's head against the door frame in his lack of care.

Her face looked so peaceful.

Gilgamesh caught himself trying to move her hair away from her face before sighing. He slipped one hand under her arm and shoulders, and the other under her knees. She folded into his grasp so easily he wasn't sure if she weighed anything at all.

"Gil."

He stared down at her, ready for another fight if she was waking again. But as he drew his arms in, all she did was relax against him--him, the enemy. He couldn't imagine why.

But her head rolled to the side, and her tiara even met the cold, hard shell of his chest plate. And yet she had a little smile on her face, as if there were no place she would rather be. He adjusted her a little before making the trip to the head of the ship as well. He did have the courtesy not to smack her head against the door, at least.

She kept calling him Gil.

No one called him that. He didn't even think of himself like that. His name was Gilgamesh, and he was the Strongest Eternal, sent by Arishem to retrieve rogue Eternals who had been tainted by the Deviants of Earth. He had never met this woman before.

But his heart ached in his chest as he carried her.

He felt conflicted fighting her. He had felt awful knocking her out. And he had felt so protective at the thought of Ikaris laying a single hand on her.

"There he is."

Gilgamesh walked in with the Warrior Eternal in his arms. He held her gently, just briefly looking at the other two piled on the floor like litter.

"Well done," Ajak said, observing the difference in technique between him and Ikaris. She waved her glowing hands.

Gilgamesh stepped back slightly as the woman in his arms floated up out of his embrace and upright. The lines of her energy signature formed around her, creating a golden cage in a sense around her.

"These will hold them until we arrive at the World Forge," Ajak clarified as the three bodies floated to their places around the statue of Arishem.

Ikaris joined Ajak again at the front window, discussing their strategy. Those two seemed close but also at odds, in a weird way. Gilgamesh turned away from them, back to the blonde.

She was beautiful.

He wasn't a traitor just for thinking so. He walked closer, looking up at her floating just off the ground. The signature of her Cosmic Energy was weaker, but he could swear he still felt it calling out to him. It was like they were cut from the same cloth.

He reached up, tucking some hair behind her ear and out of his way. It felt familiar, in a terrifying way. Her eyes didn't even flutter. Not that he wanted her to wake up.

Gilgamesh looked back at his teammates, but they were whispering among themselves. They weren't any more concerned with him than he was about them. And that was just fine. They were a team, not some cobbled together family unit.

He looked up at her again. Thena. That name had been pulsing in his head since he saw her. He wasn't sure how; she was the Warrior Eternal, deadly and traitorous. That was all he knew about her. Except her name. And that she had a sweet sounding laugh. It echoed through memories he didn't have.

He hadn't even realised he was reaching up until his fingertips met her cheek. He didn't know what he was doing. He had no explanation for it to himself, much less to his team, let alone the woman herself. Her skin was soft.

It seemed impossible, but he could have sworn to all the stars in the sky that she leaned into his touch, however much she could. He didn't press his palm to her skin. That felt...wrong--like he had no right. Just looking at her felt like a betrayal of some kind. "Thena."

The Warrior's sandy coloured eyelashes fluttered. Maybe she was stronger than Ajak had assumed. She couldn't open her eyes, but he knew they were green (somehow). "Gil."

That name again. It made his whole body burn, like his chest was on fire. He stood back from the Warrior calling for him--someone. He didn't know who she was calling out to, but it wasn't really him.

"Gilgamesh."

He turned towards his Prime, and his fellow Eternal at the window. It seemed so cold over there. He nodded, walking over silently. Only when he was further away did he realise he had been holding the Warrior Eternal's hand.

"Are you prepared to hand them over?" Ajak asked.

He frowned, "why wouldn't I be?"

Ajak was silent, but Ikaris freely scoffed at him, "y'seem awfully soft on the traitor. There's no need for the gentleman routine with faulty scum."

Gilgamesh clenched his fists at his side, but he forced himself to remember his place. "I'm curious, but I'm not confused about the mission."

"Good," Ajak concluded, ending the conversation for both of them.

Ikaris let out one last laugh at him before floating off again. Did he have to fly everywhere just for the sake of it? He could walk just fine.

Gilgamesh tried not to seem like he was watching keenly as Ikaris walked by the prisoners again. Ikaris also looked up at the Warrior Eternal, and Gilgamesh tried not to yell at his teammate to keep his distance from her.

But Ikaris kept moving, and Gilgamesh wasn't eager to admit that his chest loosened. His eyes left the figure of Thena floating limply. He blinked, finding Ajak staring at him. "What?"

She looked back at the Warrior Eternal and then back to him. "You know her."

He shook his head. "We were briefed on all of them. She was a better fighter than I could have imagined. I think that deserves some respect."

Yes, he had respect for his fellow Fighter. She seemed very much his equal, all agility where he was sturdiness. He wanted her to be treated with respect and honour, just like any good warrior.

He wanted her to be handled so delicately a flower would weep with envy.

"I agree," Ajak sufficed to say. She gave him one last look before leaning closer, "keep your mission in mind, Gilgamesh. Whatever the traitors try to whisper in your ear...remember their deception."

"I will," he assured his team leader before she too departed. He stayed at the window, looking into the vast nothingness where eventually the World Forge would come into view. He looked over his shoulder.

It wouldn't be long until he could ask her why she called him Gil.

#Thenamesh AU #thank you so much love!!! #I hope you don't mind #this is a little bit different from some other reunion fics #but I do think this is what it might be like #if we ever get Eternals content ever again please god please anyone I beg of you #Gilgamesh has no idea why he sees this woman #the enemy #and he loves her #he can feel it in his chest every time he throws a punch #he imagines Ikaris grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder and it makes him want to scream #he says don't fucking touch her! #I mean I'll carry her you go ahead #Gil carries her so gently #when Ajak lets them out of their bindings #Gil catches her before she can hit the floor #Ikaris is like what the fuck is up with this guy #grabs Druig and Makkari again #also I'm so sorry but he would not be gentle with them #Gilgamesh is like I'll carry her #and Sersi will see this and be like Gil #that's our way out of this mess #if we can talk some sense into any of them it's him #Kingo: not your literal ex-husband? #Sersi: no

[spaghettibabie]

Working on my The Path fic rn I’m so excited to publish the first chapter (I’m indecisive and can’t even figure out a sentence to start the whole thing off)

#it’s super interpretation + headcanon heavy oops #i hope you don't mind #it’s gonna have LOADS of sibling bonding #and trauma #i love giving my favorite characters emotional damage and projecting onto them 🥰 #it’s my favorite activity #the path #the path game #the path tale of tales #tale of tales the path #tale of tales #the path fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #writers on ao3

[littledarlingbunbun]

Okay I’m going to try something new and drum roll please.

And my face reveal. 

#so nervous #to post my face on here #trying something new #i hope you don't mind #hope you are okay with it.

[heckinconfusedparade]

Hi! Have you seen the entirety of Season 2 of Sonic Prime yet? Sonic really need a hug after Nine’s betrayal.

I remember you sent this ask almost right after I had finished the season. It would've been real tragic if I had seen this before! Anyway, yes, I totally agree.

SO I MADE IT HAPPEN!

All He Has Left

Shadow knew this would happen.

He told Sonic that Nine couldn’t be trusted.

Sonic insisted that he could, and Shadow foolishly listened enough to stand next to him and not say anything. 

What’s happened now is just what Shadow had feared. Seeing Nine walk away with the shards ignited a burning fire within him. They were so close to being home- to having their friends back, and this little pest ripped it all away for his own selfish gain (in Shadow’s opinion). 

Shadow looks down to his left and sees Sonic standing still with his hands up covering his face. Shadow is filled with rage seeing such a pathetic display. Did he even try to stop Nine? He leaps down and approaches Sonic with the intention to give him a piece of his mind.

“What did I tell you!?” Shadow yells, his voice effortlessly echoing through the cave, “I told you he could not be trusted, and where has that brought us now!?” he swings at Sonic who doesn’t even try to dodge, he just takes it and falls to the ground, still actively covering his face. 

Shadow growls and kicks him in the side, not giving a damn if the man’s already down. “Look at me, Sonic!” he grunts, kicking him again with the extra swing from his air shoes, sending Sonic tumbling away. Again, he just took it. No effort on his part was made to brace or dodge. 

Shadow notices and finds this very odd. His angry expression becomes a more confused one. Why is Sonic still covering his face? What is he hiding?

Shadow crouches down by Sonic and grabs his hands. He starts to gently take his hands from his face, but Sonic doesn’t budge. He hears Sonic take a shaky breath, then he forces Sonic’s hands away from his face.

Sonic is crying. Tears are falling nonstop from his eyes. As soon as his eyes meet Shadow’s he breaks down further and yanks his hands away from Shadow’s to hold his own arms to substitute for a hug.

Shadow’s eyes go wide seeing Sonic this way. He’s seen Sonic be sad and remorseful before, but he’s never seen a tear shed from his eyes. As far as he was concerned, Sonic was not a crier. Emotional at times, sure, but crier? Nah. So, needless to say, this sight has him uneasy and unsure of what to do. He wishes he could still kick this idiots face in, but something about Sonic being sad just takes all the wind from his sails. 

What does he say?

What does he do?

Shadow stays in an awkward crouch just watching Sonic sob. Even for him, this is a sad sight to see. 

“I’m-I’m sorry.” Sonic sniffles, wiping his tears away, trying to take deep breaths to slow his tears, and failing. 

“For what? Crying?” Shadow asks plainly. He still has his stern expression and posture. 

Sonic nods a little and tilts his head in a so-so manner, “that and-.. Everything else.” he shuts his eyes tightly, “I should’ve listened to you.. You were right.” he sniffles and tries wiping away his endless tears.

“I was right.” Shadow says.

“I thought.. I thought-..” Sonic starts crying again. He tries to wipe his tears with the base of his palm, but they keep coming. 

“You thought what?”

“I thought things would be ok! I thought that I could trust him- I thought I could trust everyone, but no, I’m an idiot who based his trust on someone just because they happen to share the same face as his friends!” Sonic brings his knees to his chest and puts his head down, “I’m such an idiot. I keep falling for things again and again! I never thought about what they wanted, all I really cared about was getting along and getting home, which also makes me so…so selfish.”

Hearing Sonic admit to all that, him acknowledging his problems, it almost makes Shadow feel bad for kicking him. “Sonic..”

Sonic brings his hands atop his head and starts smoothing his fur back from his temples to the start of his quills, “I’m so tired, Shadow! Every second something is happening, and I can’t take it anymore! I just want to go home. All I want is to go home and for everything and everyone to be normal again.” he then clutches his fur in his hands.

“I want that too.”

“I know you do. I wish I could just send you instead so we can get this over with.” Sonic’s hands fall back to his knees.

“This is scary, we’re having the same thoughts.” Shadow comments blankly.

Sonic cracks a small smile “heh, you’re right again. Terrifying.” He tries to stabilize himself by breathing and has some success this time. “It feels like no matter what I do or try, things just keep going wrong. I keep getting set back, or I keep messing things up.” 

Shadow processes what Sonic had said. “Do you have any other plans?”

“No!” Sonic looks up at Shadow with wide, sad, fearful eyes. “I’m completely lost on what to do now! I give up!”

Are Shadow’s ears deceiving him? Sonic? Giving up? SONIC THE HEDGEHOG?? GIVING UP??

Yeah, hell no, not on Shadow’s watch. 

Time to give Sonic the thing he’s been trying to get, but was never returned. 

Shadow scoots himself closer to Sonic who flinches, expecting Shadow to hit him, but is shocked when Shadow wraps his arms around him in a stiff hug. Sonic completely freezes. “S-Shadow..?” He was not expecting this at all. Shadow does not respond to him, he just hugs him and allows himself to physically relax as he does so.

Slowly Sonic returns the hug, and Shadow gives him a tiny squeeze. All of Sonic’s tears come back with a vengeance, and he starts sobbing into Shadow’s shoulder, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Shadow wonders how long this dude was waiting for a hug to be clinging to him like this of all people so tightly. Though, he probably should’ve expected this, seeing as the first thing Sonic did when he realized he was himself was hug him. 

Shadow isn’t great at using words supportively, but he’s going to try. He cannot stand around and let Sonic give up. “There’s still some hope. We can fight Nine and get the shards back.”

“But-but I can’t fight him-” Shadow pulls away from the hug but keeps his hands firmly planted on the blue hedgehogs shoulders “We’re going to fight Nine for the shards. We can’t afford any more slip-ups.” he stares directly into Sonic’s eyes “If you won’t, then I will find a way, and fight him myself.”

Sonic looks like he wants to say something, but doesn’t and chooses to instead hang his head sadly. “..ok.” Shadow nods his head once and lets go of Sonic.

Sonic starts wiping away his tears away with the cuffs of his gloves once more and sniffles out “I don’t want to fight him, but… i-if it’s the only way..”

“It’s the only option we have left, Sonic. We can’t waste time being nice anymore. What we’re going to have to do is going to hurt him anyway. He was never supposed to exist, and he knows that.”

Sonic feels terrible for Nine. Knowing your existence was a mistake would definitely screw up a mind, especially a young brilliant one. “Poor kid… I was supposed to be his friend..”

Shadow stands up and extends his hand to Sonic, “you were his friend, and he betrayed you.” Sonic grabs Shadow’s hand and he’s brought back to his feet.

Maybe Shadow is right about that.

Sonic looks at the robotic scraps around them, then the spot where Nine had walked through the portal, and he puts his fist to his chin in thought. “I know where he went. He was talking about The Grim.” He turns to face Shadow, “it’s a barren wasteland that he wants to turn into a new home because the home he had before sucked.”

“Then let’s waste no more time. If we go now, we can get a headstart before the Chaos Council tracks him down.” Shadow starts walking towards the mouth of the cave, and Sonic follows.

Then they break off into a sprint to return to the Shatterspace void. 

Shadow is hoping he can go with Sonic this time. He’s all Sonic has left, and he will do his best to ensure he is not alone in this.

#I hope you don't mind #turned this into a short fic lol #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime

[phoenixdaneko]

A Scaled Tale Poll Pt. 2, Electric Boogaloo

Yeahhhh. I realized I should make a new poll. People seem to be torn on who the dragons should be, and I've gotten some more suggestions, so I'm making another poll (also it's kinda procrastination...)

Here's the description of the fic, so you all have an idea of the au!!!

Humans often wished for immortality. A foolish wish. To be alive for centuries? It was not as entertaining or fulfilling as they seemed to believe.

To try and gain that foolish idea of immortality, humans sought out magic. And what better source of magic than a dragon? Beings made of pure magic, some dragons reaching to be thousands of years in age.

Legends said acquiring a dragon's scale could grant you immortality if it was used correctly. An idiotic rumor, that lead to many humans attempting to steal scales and dying. It never stopped humans though.

It also never stopped you.

@archangel-fucking-judas @dressycobra7 @duhsty1 @glitzybunny @tway-la @fnafmybeloved @aboutchicken298 @reaurelynios @yakamashi-ao3 @cody-welsh @catboy-pentheus @ghosts-are-dead @venomous-qwille @laymedowntorest @maldefekt @art1sty @papercrown30 @d3m0l1t10n-lvrs @crystalmagpie447 @celticwolfie @remidraws @wakebymoonsleepbysun

I hope my Abyssal Lights crew doesn't mind being tagged again, haha... 😅

#A Scaled Tale #nix makes polls #Sorry y'all #I hope you don't mind #I'm kinda procrastinating #But also I wanna give y'all options

[tidemoonchild]

Closed starter @thissquirrelgirl

Maggie walked through the streets on her way to the park when she suddenly heard a quiet squeak. She paused briefly and cocked her head to the side before walking in the direction of the noise to see what it was. When she got to the source of the noise, she saw a little squirrel desperately running back and forth in a barrel, trying to get out.

"Aw, hey little fella." Maggie greeted him with a friendly voice so as not to scare the little animal even further. "How did you get in there, hm? Can't get out out of there again?" She continued to speak calmly while she pulled a few nuts out and carefully placed them in the barrel with the squirrel. "You must have been in there for a while now…" she murmured as she gently petted the squirrel.

Slowly but surely, Maggie gained the animal's trust and carefully lifted it out of its prison. "There you go," Maggie whispered and brought the squirrel near a tree where she put it down. "Now you're free again."

Maggie placed a few more nuts next to the squirrel, which it quickly collected before the squirrel gave Maggie one last look and then ran away. With a smile, Maggie looked after the squirrel as she saw it running towards a girl. A girl with a… squirrel tail?

#i hope you don't mind #i thought i kick this off with a little starter #figured it would be the best to start with their first meeting cause you know nothing about maggie and i barely know doreen #thissquirrelgirl #rp thread

[unexpectedstormy]

Oh btw I have a spotify playlist that is medieval/celtic themed. Would you like the link to it?

I don't have spotify. Would I still be able to listen to it? If not then maybe could you tell me some of the songs or artists?

#an unexpected ask #ladye my beloved #I hope you don't mind #I'm going to randomly talk to you in Welsh sometimes as I learn more.