#FANTASY MARKETING IS MESSED UP MY FRIENDS

[fredwkong]

Himbo Maker: Aaron

Aaron could admit to himself that he had always been a nerd. He was smart enough that he had skipped grades through high school and sailed through his degree. Now he was working as a civil engineer. He wore a solid colour button up shirt, corduroy pants, and tighty whities every day, just because he found them comfortable.

As an engineer, Aaron had more than a bit of the tech nerd in him, and he wasn’t immune to the AI craze. When all of his friends on an online forum started raving about some new AI chatbot, Aaron was curious.

Him-br.AI was marketed as an AI chatbot that helped you to make big changes in your life. It appeared to be some kind of self-help assistance bot. Aaron signed up for the free trial and loaded up a chatroom. He didn’t notice that, since he was on the free trial, he didn’t get to decide what the bot would help him to change. After a few seconds of loading, he received his first message from the bot.

Himbo_mkr: Hey bro, what’s up?

Eng-boy: Uh, hi. What’s up?

Himbo_mkr: Bro, I had a sick workout, huhuhu. My muscles are all pumped up and covered in sweat. Hot, right?

Aaron couldn’t deny that did sound hot. His dick chubbed up in his corduroys. This bot sounded a bit like an idiot, but it wasn’t like he was real. Aaron could play along and get off. Tons of guys were probably doing it.

Eng-boy: That does sound hot! Since you’re so sweaty, you’ve probably got a lot of musk coming off your body, right?

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, bro! My hot pits, crotch, and asscrack give off a totally rancid stench, lmao. It gets me hard knowing that I smell like such a man.

It was a bit surprising that a bot could talk about getting hard, Aaron thought, but by now he was getting too into it. He rubbed his bulge through his pants and typed another message.

Eng-boy: Sounds like you’re a pretty dumb muscle bro, huh?

Himbo_mkr: Bruh, I’m a himbo, of course I am! You’re not the sharpest knife either, lol.

Aaron was a bit offended, but then he thought back, and he decided that the bot was kind of right. He wasn’t, like, a dummy, but he wasn’t valedictorian, either. He’d had a solid B average, which had gotten him an okay engineering degree. So he was stuck in a dead-end permits office, whatever. The money was good.

Eng-boy: Guess you’re right, haha. I always thought I could have been smarter.

Himbo_mkr: Bro, why? You’re a proud bro. Brains are, like, your lowest priority, huhuhu.

For an instant, Aaron felt light-headed. He was no… bro, right? But as he looked around the room, it seemed like that was true. His engineering degree was surrounded by pics of himself and his bros partying at school. There weren’t any fantasy novels on his shelf, just gay porn magazines. The sheets on his bed weren’t crisp and fresh, but kind of a sweaty mess.

Aaron scratched under his skinny armpit and sniffed the mild scent he gave off. He had to wear the cords and the button up for work, but he was definitely a bro, through and through, despite his skinny physique. He was kind of a dumbass, but he was good enough at his job, even though dealing with shipments wasn’t exactly what an engineer should be doing.

Eng-bro: Of course, bro. When I’m off the clock, I’m all for the bros. Who needs smarts?

Himbo_mkr: Exactly, bro! Dumb bros like us have no inhibitions and we’re worry free!

Aaron was properly jacking his hard, if average, cock now. He was feeling warm and horny, and thinking about how big this himbo bro’s ass must be. He vaguely remembered something about a bot or something, but he didn’t care.

Eng-bro: I wanna play with your big muscle tits and asscheeks, bro.

Himbo_mkr: That’s so like you, bro. I bet you’re sweating like a pig, too. Your shirt’s probably covered in musky sweat stains.

Aaron looked down and chuckled. The himbo was right again! His button up shirt was soaked through and translucent, showing off his skinny chest. He had yellowing pit stains that were totally dripping with salty, musky sweat.

His whole room stank from all his sweat. In spite of his nerdy stature, Aaron had always had overproductive sweat glands. He’d given up on controlling it in high school, instead choosing to embrace his natural musk. These days, he cultivated it.

Sweat-bro: You know it, bro. Bet you wish you were here to peel it off me, bro.

Himbo_mkr: Strip, bro! Your thick, dumb chest muscles are probably too big for a button-up, anyway.

Aaron started unbuttoning his shirt. It was hard, with his thick, sweat- and pre-slicked fingers. After a moment, he gave up and ripped the shirt open, chuckling, “Huhu, Superman!” as he did. As he peeled the soaked fabric off his skin, it felt like Aaron was seeing his massive pecs for the first time. They were perfectly rounded with big, dark nipples. He rubbed a hand over his sexy musclegut, too.

Himbo_mkr: Don’t forget those giant arms of yours, either.

Aaron paused in the action of licking the sweat off his peaked, solid bicep. He was such a dumbass sometimes, he’d totally forgotten he was in a chat! Hopefully this bro wasn’t too mad.

Sweat-bro: Dude, I gotta take off these cords, they’re getting smelly from all the pre and shit.

Himbo_mkr: Don’t forget to take off your underwear, too, bro! You don’t want it to snap around that dumptruck ass of yours.

It took Aaron several seconds and lying down on his bed to pull off his corduroy pants and tighty whities. The closure was too complicated for his dumb bro brain to figure out, plus his huge ass and thick thighs had been crammed in there like sausage meat. Huhu, sausage. Once he was naked, he started jacking again, his little dick almost invisible in his huge hand. He moaned so loud in his deep, dumb voice that he missed the next notification.

Himbo_mkr: Yeah, jack that big Korean cock. Don’t forget to pay attention to your big bull balls and slutty hole, too.

All the blemishes and acne scars on Aaron’s skin vanished as his skin smoothed out and lightened. His hair turned black and straightened out. His pubes darkened too, growing out into a real forest along to frame his dick and balls. He grunted and groaned even more as he tugged on his balls. He started to bounce his big, jiggly ass up and down to better feel the huge plug filling up his hungry asshole.

Himbo_mkr: You’re wearing a white tank, right, bro? And those slutty little jean shorts are around your ankles with your musky jockstrap as you jerk. And those big, smelly feet of yours. You’re wearing your Converse, right?

As a musky Asian himbo, Aaron always wore a sweat-soaked white tank, which showed off his bulky pec shelf and protruding musclegut. His favourite pair of booty shorts were down around his ankles, along with the jockstrap he’d worn today. Aaron swung his legs into the air to get better access to his hole, showing off his boat-like white high-tops, which were stained with sweat because he never wore socks.

While Aaron kept on jacking off on his unwashed, cum-crusted sheets in his messy, musky room, the Him-br.AI chatroom closed itself. Another window opened an instant later, starting up a video stream. Now anyone on the internet could see Aaron, the dumb, sweaty Korean himbo, pleasure himself and lick up his musk. For a fee, they could even control the size and vibrations of his plug to pleasure his slutty himbo hole.

Idea with assistance from a bot of my own creation. EDIT: Format inspired by Codename: Bear_mkr by @biggerchanger . Thanks to @imsrtman​ for catching that.

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[shinjisdone]

Two Humans in the Demon Realm - Fantasy And Nightmare

What if by the time Luz Noceda the human emerged into the demon realm...some other human did, too? However, instead of being joyful of being surrounded by all they love and taken in by a kind and openhearted witch...they are terrified of this place, taken in by the ruler of the realm?

[Basically I watched TOH again and dammit HUNTER SHALL HAVE A FRIEND I SAY NOT UNTIL S2 but NOW I SAY NOW]

BECOMING THE GOLDEN GUARD'S/HUNTER'S HUMAN FRIEND BECAUSE I SAID SO

The ground was red.

You swore you heard something akin to a growl from the plants.

The sea seems to be boiling and there is no way out, no matter how much you twist and turn.

There is no escape.

And as your fears turn into reality as raindrops hit your skin and burn your flesh away as you read in the book back home, you run and cry.

This is a nightmare.

This isn't earth. Nowhere this place could be, could be earth!

And if what that book said was true...

There are no humans but just one. From decades ago.

Perhaps you heard of the demon realm - through stories, gossip, theories, relatives that are aware of magic and witchcraft.

Maybe you believed in it, or maybe you thought it'd be humbug. The few magical instances in your life you witnessed - those were just show, right? A trick of the mind?

Or real magic after all.

But it did not matter. The moment you opened your eyes, you were stuck here.

On a rotting, red, boiling island that seemed far, far too familiar in that book you've read. Either out of interest or boredom. Maybe someone wanted to prove it to be real or you wanted to know if it was really fake.

Yet here you are and the smell, touch, sight and taste you sense were accurate to that stupid book.

And if that were the case, then certainly the rest of demons, magic and curses was real, too.

Being all alone in a strange place, stuck in it, is definitely going to be hard for you. No friends, allies or family around with only this stupid, stupid book in your hands that got you trapped here in the first place. As much as you hated it, it did give insight of the many qualities of the isles and therefore saving your skin a dozen times.

"The rain seems to be toxic. I have seen none indulge in its coolness but rather, hide from it. Witch and demon alike."

"The ground is very...solid. Almost bone-like...I do fear the entire island may be nothing but a macabre graveyard."

"I was not quite welcome here...nothing and no one hunted me down but I presume if my curiousity pushes for it, they will begin to."

The impressed yet depressing writing of the author did not help but they always managed to decribe things objectively with great detail that saved you again and again. Especially the pages including magic spells.

The many complicated and confusing glyphs written in it daunted you at first. Magic, you believe, is what got you in this mess in the first place but after careful thinking, procrastination, blocking it all out and finding yourself in a situation that forced you to cast magic - such one that could cost you your life - you've grown to be a bit more accepting of the concept of these...glyphs. Little by little, though.

So after some time, you finally, finally gained enough courage to...enter their society.

The market seemed to be fine for now. Hiding your ears behind a cape and hood YOU HAD TO MAKE YOURSELF USING THIS STUPID BOOK (which actually turned out quite impressive even when you did have to use magic) you entered. Turning into the wrong directions though you ended up in a even sketchier part of the night market.

The constant bellowing of...demons wanting to sell you things was familiar enough from earth (even when their...four eyes and gills decorated from their chin down to their chest where you can...see their heart beating...was a not so familiar sight) but the constant showing off of magic was not. You did not know everything and this (stupid) book did not detail everything either so you did your best to avoid anything magical. Which was harder than imagined considering this is a market for amplifiers and potions and whatnot.

Avoiding it all let you to an dead end of an alley...and right in the middle of a criminal act!

'Wild witches' as they were called and a red light engulfed all of you quickly from above. Figures clad in dark and masks that you recognized as that of guards of this realm appeared, those that you often had to run away from as well. Desperately tugging the book under your cloak you hoped you could use th scuffle to get out of there as fast and quietly as possible. These 'wild witches' and guards could thrash each other as much as they like, you won't stop them!

Yet from above, a cold gale with a flash of gold swept up from behind you, shoving a staff into your face.

"I wouldn't do anything stupid now if I were you."

Damnit!

Fine, the potion you begrudgingly needed three days to make had to come in handy now!

Whisking a flask to the ground, you made a run for it. You could hear coughing and cursing as the vapor ingulfed them, followed soon by another echoing sound before the same golden mask appeared in front of you again.

In a mere blink of an eye, they swung their staff and a biting wind knocked you to the ground. You quickly clung onto your book as the guard rose their staff above their head.

"One more of that trick and you're ash." They lowly let out, "Can't believe there are still wannabees out there that-"

They halt and you freeze, a shiver running up your spine. Even when all they did was stand still as a statue, the very fact that they were clad and gold and white with real, heavy armor and with a staff compared to the local guards around the isles was enough to leave you frightened.

This one means business. It must be.

But what are they? Nowhere are these people ever talked about in the book!

"...Human..."

You jerked up. Even their whispers were threatening.

Slowly but surely, the guard lowered their weapon. Though their face remained hidden by the mask resembling an owl, there was just a feeling, and underlying but undeniable feeling that made your stomach churn that whatever expression they might be having, their intentions are not in your interest.

"You're a human."

Your breath hitches. The cloak had fallen off from their spell, leaving it damp and abandoned further down in the alley. You didn't this would happen, you followed the instructions bit by bit. It felt like time stood still as the person before you hummed.

Finally, they raised their head again. "...You don't want trouble. Surely you don't?"

You shook your head.

"Then you're lucky you ran into me. Either you come with me or its the Conformatorium for you." They pointed the glowing tip of their weapon at you before playfully swinging it around, "And then, you know, zapped to dust, thrown into the sea to boil alive or petrified - there isn't much use for humans here."

Finally, you manage to speak. "You're not serious, are you?"

They sigh and motion for you to get up, doing so more threateningly when you did not obey the first time. "I'm not known for playing around." The red glow of the staff zapped towards your body, slung around your wrists like a snake before they jabbed you to keep walking out of the night market. "The Golden Guard can't afford to play around."

The next events were something you could only describe as hectic. Put on some kind of zeppelin (though it looked like a ship with wings) with magical...ropes(?) on you and head off to somewhere. Somewhere this guy claimed to be better than the 'Conformatorium'.

You had asked him what the point of taking you was but he was a bit too nonchalant for your taste.

"Oh, you'll see", He let out, "The Conformatorium is for witches and demons useless for the covens. But lucky for you, you might end up being useful, human."

It's all he said as he turned his back to you, controlling the ship with an carefree tune.

"I have a name, you know."

You spat out, couldn't take his attitude anymore. What is wrong with people in this realm?

The Golden Guard halted for a moment, stopping his melody abruptly. He waved his hand. "And?"

In turn, you scoffed out your name and telling him he might as well use it instead.

"What, does everyone also go around avoiding your name and calling you 'Golden Guard' instead or whatever?"

Once again he halted, longer than you anticipated. It was one request, a mere question but it left this guard guy guessing. He tilted his head absent-mindedly. You wondered what he'd need to ponder about for so long.

"...I do my job well," He started softly, "Well enough to be the only one worthy to be called the Golden Guard."

The trip was short and you did not know what to think of it. Glad to not bear this guy's attitude any longer or fearing for your life as a mere human in a place full of witches.

And covens? Use? Use for what? What is this...giant building, seeming more grande than anything else you've seen on the isles?

The rest followed by command. The Golden Guard shooed you to an different entrance than what you assumed tha main one was. The staff pressed against your back as you had no choice but to obey. With what could you defend yourself anyhow? An ancient book and bound hands?

The interior was akin to a palace of the medieval times, you noted. Individuals masked and clad in similiar white and gold worked routinely like soldiers in the hallways though your Golden Guard guy made sure nobody saw you. None of this was written in the book and though you have heard a few mumble in fear of the 'Emperor's Coven' you thought none of it. As long as you stayed away from it, you'd be safe. Yet here you were.

With a jab to the back, your oh so sweet companion ushered you up hidden stairs. Once entered the door behind you closed shut (with magic. Of course. Even in movies you never liked it when doors unexplainedly closed) and you went up ahead. The guard seemed to speed up more and more - along with getting ever so closer to a bright light ahead, you grew more anxious. This was it, wasn't it? You were going to die.

This would be your end, thrown into an hellscape away from family and friends. Treated like something worse than trash before your inevitable death.

Your companion rushed ahead of you, stepping into the room and immediately kneeling down. He moved his staff, causing you to tumble next to him, the magic ropes around your wrists tightening. "My Emperor," He let out in the most reverant voice you've heard him speak, "I apololgize for the sudden intervention but I have found something that might be of great interest to you regarding...the plan."

Looking up the dimly lit room, following the golden floor and walls, clad in immaculate red carpets and a set of stairs lied a throne. Tall and towering and on it, a man even more frightening.

He leaned his masked head against his armored hand, comfortably sitting on gold. His pale blue eyes glowed like that of a predator, you swore it at first sight.

"Your little friend will help accomplish our plan?"

"It is not anyone, sir." The Golden Guard pushed you forward and exposed your ears, "It is a human."

The exchange was scarier than anything else you'd seen on the isles.

The man on the throne was as swift as the wind as he stood up and approached you. He'd examine you, ask you question on who and what you are.

"Where do you come from, child, and when was that?"

He'd tilt his head and hum at your answers but did not make it known that he noticed your shaking and stuttering. However, his eyes lit up even more when he saw that book tightly hidden in your bag.

"Oh? What's this now?" With a flick of his finger, the book floated up to his eye level, pages after pages turned as he read them ever so quietly.

He'd definitely would ask you from where you got this book.

In the end it did not matter. Found it at a library, abandoned at a bus stop, given by clerk or friend. However, the man would raise a brow if you said that this book had been in your family for years.

Only if that were the case, though.

"Interesting. Well, welcome to the Emperor's Castle. Do make yourself at home."

...Wh-what?

The Golden Guard was just as confused as you. Stammering, he got up. "U- Emperor, what, here? Wh-what do you mean 'make yourself at home'?"

"It is what I said. Have you never had any guests, Golden Guard? You don't keep them prisoner," The man lifted his hand and the ropes around you vanished, "and you certainly take care of them. Like preparing a room for example." He put his arms behind his back, staring down at the younger man expectantly. He in turn, bowed and helped you up.

The...king of this castle you presumed, waved you goodbye. "We'll see what we can do for now. I'll gladly keep you here in my castle, safe and sound from the wilderness outside as long you can help me, little human."

Your companion excused the both of you and hurried you out of the throne room. Discreetly leading you inside an unused room, he shut the door.

"You're really lucky." He sighed, "...Anyone else wouldn't get...this treatment."

He sounded surprised and slightly melancholic but you didn't care - instead you can bombard him with any questions you like but he won't answer. Instead he shook his head and rose his open palm. "Listen, human. We're going to see how much of use you're going to be to the Emperor. But right here and now, the two of us are going to make some rules that he doesn't need to know of."

You can complain as much as you like but here you are in no position to refuse.

The Golden Guard listed each rule he abided to you.

'Do not leave the the castle, let alone the room. No one but him and the Emperor can know of your existence.'

'Tell each and every little secret you have to him first.'

'Don't cause trouble. He can get permission to stop treating you like a guest if you do'.

And lastly: 'Obey the Emperor.'

Your expression sours. This isn't what you wanted.

None of this was supposed to happen.

"Well, you'll get by. After all, as long as the Emperor allows it, you'll be kept safe. It's, ugh, my duty now too, to protect you. But be sure to stay in line because I can easily withdraw that priviledge."

Here you were. In this room.

It did have a bed, closet and desk with a chair. Much better than taking shelter in the rain under a firm bone or illegally breaking into someone's basement or shed. However, it was much more barren than any shed you broke into.

The Golden Guard would come in two to three times a day (WITHOUT KNOCKING) and bring you food and water. Either sternly ordering you around or playfully degrading you with a tap on the head with his staff. "Don't worry, the food is digestible for your human organs!" His enthusiasm didn't make the food taste any better though.

Aside from this, he'd ask you questions which you could only refuse or answer vaguely. He'd remind you of the safety the Emperor is providing you...but you can't admit that this 'Emperor' man felt sketchy to you. The book you always had with you was something you kept only for your eyes to see. It was your key in getting out of the demon realm and not matter what, you swore to yourself you wouldn't give it away or lose sight of it.

However, one day you had a request of your own.

"You remember our rules, don't you, human? No leaving this room."

"You can't expect to keep me here - thats keeping me prisoner, not as a guest!"

"I can tell you all about the great Emperor's Coven here. Besides, the Emperor plans to have a talk with you again."

You sigh. What's the point of escaping the room and getting lost in this giant castle right after? As well as risking being kicked out into the deadly outside of the isles?

But staying here would make you mad. Stuck in a system that you know nothing about...and you're supposed to just obey and take it?

"Can't you at least...show me around? I'd leave the room, yes, but you'd be with me. We wouldn't leave the castle and you can just keep an eye on me if you must. It's just...tiring to be here and not know what the rest of everything looks like." You looked out the window you were prohibited from opening. At least light went through, something akin to what you could deem a sun. "I still don't like this realm...but knowing nothing of it doesn't put me at ease even when I'm safe here."

Looking back you reckoned the Golden Guard was pondering about your request even behind the mask. You couldn't believe you were about to beg.

"Please, Golden Guard?"

Something about that look on your face felt too familiar.

With a heavy sigh he looks away - yet quickly regained his usual vigor. "Well, it would be a shame to be stuck in the great Emperor's Castle with the Golden Guard as your host and not see any of it."

He waved you over his shoulder to follow before swiftly spinning around with a stern voice. "But don't stray out of my sight. Disobey once and you're back in your room, human."

Hoooh boy, it worked.

Although a cloak and a mask was shoved into your hands, you gladly wore it if it meant getting out of the barren, same old room. As he said, the Golden Guard did not let you out of his sight but did insist on leading you. After all, you are pretending to be a newbie covenmember and the Golden Guard can't be seen walking side-by-side with someone beneath his status, hah!

He blabbered on and on about the many sights and objects you face with every turn of the hallways, some more interesting than the other. Your guard however, explained in great detail and with much vigor himself. "To the right we have the Healing Hat and if our guest were to turn to the left, they can admire the Oracle Sphere..."

He continued on with great detail as he waved his hand around as if that information was swimming carefreely in his brain. "Uhm, Golden Guard?" "Yes, newbie?" You ignored the sarcasm, "You witches can do magic because of that heart-addition-gall-thing-" "A sac connected to the heart filled with magical bile, which you lack." "Right. Then why do you need these magical items?"

He sighed. "They can be seen as amplifiers. They're made out of ingredients from the isles which can exceed magical abilities far greater than of any witch, besides Emperor Belos of course. It's easier than to train forever in a coven, so a short cut in a way." He shrugged.

You pondered about his answer, pursing your lips as you somewhat hesitated to ask again.

"...What are covens?"

In an blink of an eye the Golden Guard spun around and you could just imagine his dropped jaw. He let out something of a chortle. "Are you serious? You don't know anything of the Boiling Isles, do you, human?"

You sure were sick of his insults.

"If you were thrown into my realm, you wouldn't know a thing about my home either, would you, witch?"

Taking a step back, your companion hummed. "Hmph, fine. Then I'd better teach you about things here you should and shouldn't do before you get yourself killed. Can't afford to have you walk off and do something stupid, that'd be getting in the way of the plan...so follow my lead, human! I can show you the ropes."

So here you were, taking a longer patroul than planned as your teacher told you all there was to know - which was already a flood of information to take in and remember and you only started with the Emperor's Coven.

As witty his remarks were and how much he loved to throw them at you, the Golden Guard was truly a great teacher. He had a way to inprint each little trivia into your brain and even when you struggled to understand something, he managed to teach it to you in a way that you could grasp. The guy was quite knowledgable himself and it seemed his thirst for magical knowledge couldn't be easily quenched. He had an high opinion on both the Emperor's Coven and magic itself.

At the end of each day you made sure to write each new knowledge down in your book. It brings a smile on your face to see the book continued on from the detailed drawings and pretty, cursive writing to your little doodles and quick notes. It weirdly felt like being back in school and studying and while the change of environment and subjects weredaunting, the familiar routine brought you a bit of comfort.

The instances that brought no comfort were the 'meetings' with the 'king man'.

The Golden Guard drilled it into your head that he shall be adressed as 'Emperor Belos' yet no title could cease his suspicious aura. The man in question never seemed to take offense however.

He began with easy questions. Name, age, where you're from specifically and your time here in the demon realm. Often he found interest in your book but you hesitated to share its contents. The ruler always backed off when you refused.

It was also always very strange when the powerful witch emperor used your name and the Golden Guard didn't.

"Thanks for your time. It's always interesting to hear your perspective from your realm and how you perceive ours. You're really lucky you ended up here in my castle."

Belos also always reminded you of how safe you are in his domain.

If you show any disdain for the demon realm he surprisingly understands. A poor human like you couldn't survive out there for any longer...he can imagine the struggle.

He'd also be interested how far the human realm is on it's moderness. Is it the same as in the demon realm?

His number one question is how you got here in the first place though. You genuinely do not know nor remember but you do keep the secret that it had something to do with the book. Even when you did not know how.

Nevertheless, no matter how much Belos tries to win your favor and trust to look into the book and how you got here, you cannot bring yourself to trust him. The mannerism, the way he talks and walks and knowing he is an emperor just did not sit right with you.

It was never pleasant to meet with him even when he pretends it is.

So the routine stayed the same for a while until something happened.

How it happened is up to you. You snuck onto the airship to finally get out of that castle, the book or some magical item led you to it, you needed to see the Golden Guard for whatever reason or you accidentally got on it. The how doesn't matter, the fact that you are here is what would drive Belos' right-hand man mad.

"What- are you doing here?!" He squeaks out but no explanation would actually calm him. This is an mission he's on and no matter what he cannot let Belos' guest get involved in it! Think about the danger! "Oh, no, no, this isn't good. I already wasn't supposed to show you around the castle but this - this is inexcusable! No, I can't...you aren't supposed to be here, human!"

You back off. This is the first time you've seen the Golden Guard so...anxious.

As quick as it came however, he was able to shake it off and put on the mask again.

"No, it's fine. I can fix this before it even becomes a problem. But you, "He grabs your wrist, "You're staying by my side, got it?"

The outside was dangerous.

You landed in a part of the isles that was unfamilair to you. A few plants and forages were drawn in the book but that was all there was to it. Trotting after him, danger was quick to follow. It took him first and with the book always on your person, you swiftly drew a glyph in the ground. Creating a few more and dragging the guard back to the ship, he panted out his panic. And what you actually did.

"That...that was magic. I think. Picto - Picture - I don't know that part is hard to distinguish in the book." "That...that was kinda amazing...how did you-!"

Another wave of danger came and you drew another glyph onto ground. The guard steered the damaged ship to safety while you threw every trick you had up your sleeve. Finally arriving close to the castle in safety, your companion caught his breath and approached you.

"How...how did you do that? I thought humans can't put any spells on anything! I've never seen magic casted like that before!"

You can't help but smile slightly, seeing him genuinely flustered. Seems like he wasn't really this all-knowing teacher.

"I just copied what was in the book...it's easier than you think." Yet at that moment, your heart dropped. Someone as inquisitive as the Golden Guard who is still your captor even if he doesn't see himself in that way, would then want nothing more than to look into your book. You caught him reaching out for it before he stopped.

"Wait...those were various magic spells used from all kinds of covens...wild magic. You can't use that." You raised a brow and pressed the book further into you and away from him. "Why not? It's just usual magic, isn't it?" "You don't understand," He sounded serious despite being roughed up, "Of course you human wouldn't understand. You could get hurt if you aren't careful. Wild magic can..."

Retracting his hand, a sigh escaped him and he halted for a few moments. You weren't sure what he'd do next.

"...I am not giving you the book."

"You should! In fact, you gotta if you don't want to end up hurt!"

"These spells saved us! I saved you!"

Your glare soured again into a small frown. You took a step back and looked up at him, lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't really wanted to have him as an enemy.

You didn't want anyone to be an enemy. You didn't want to be here.

"I'm not fond of this magic either, Golden Guard, but I've got to use them. If I don't, I won't survive. If I didn't use this book back when I first got here and just now, I wouldn't have survived this place at all."

The guy was unusually silent. Only the flat breaths hitting his mask filling the silence.

Finally, he spoke up just as soft as you.

"...Why did you save me anyway?"

You rose a brow. You could understand where he came from with that question...but it still came out of nowhere. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you have no reason to. I...I am your host and you are welcome in the castle but you...you still didn't have a reason..." He trailed off for a second before starting again, "You could have steered the ship and got yourself back to safety. You could've left me behind."

Again, you only looked at him puzzled. "...Why would I?"

You stared at each other in silence.

- Before you broke it with nervous laughter. "I don't know how it is with you but from where I come from we...don't usually do that. You needed help and I could help you with these glyphs," You pointed at the book, "So, I helped you. I...couldn't just abandon you, Golden Guard."

The second wave of silence that ensued truly made your nervousness rocket.

A breath was taken, as if he had held it the entire time he was staring at you, and with it let out mumbles under his breath. "That's...so weird." With an unsure gait he passed by you, grabbed your wrist and lead the both of you to the castle.

Without looking back he adressed you with his usual stern voice. "I will not be confiscating the book. But I want to know what other forms of wild magic you can do...for research and safety. I won't tell Emperor Belos anything of what happened today."

The days grew less mundane at least, beside the one misadventure.

The Golden Guard visited you more often with more interesting intentions. You shared with what you were comfortable with and though it did annoy him at times, he found this new information more than helpful. You discussed many variants of magic and his excitment of the topic was quite infectious (but you'd never tell him that). In turn, he showed more around the castle and introduced you to many things but would not take you with him outside the castle barriers.

He still did not thank you for saving his life. It seemed he did not know how.

But you've come to grown to his company and vice versa.

#the owl house #the owl house hunter #the owl house x reader #toh #toh hunter #x reader #platonic relationships #hunter the golden guard #the golden guard #toh hunter x reader #but its kinda more platonic #i just need him a friend #YOU #YOU WILL BE HIS FRIEND #ACCEPT YOUR FATE HUMAN #the golden guard x reader

[steveshairychest]

back on my fantasy au bullshit

Steve is the only heir to his father's throne, he's the most loved and most fiercely protected man in the city. He has no friends because his father says no one can be trusted, he's not even allowed to make small talk with the lovely ladies that iron his clothes and make his bed, things that he insists he can do himself. He watches from his window as other people his age wander the streets of the city laughing and having fun, some dance in the square where the young bard with the long, curly hair plays everyday.

Steve sits at his window listening to his beautiful music for hours, he loves the way his husky voice carries on the wind around the whole town and causes everyone to sway to the tune of his song as they buy their groceries in the market. Sometimes Steve swears the bard smiles up at him, his dark eyes staring right up at the castle and into his bedroom window,

Then something weird happens.

A cat is sitting on his window sill when he wakes one morning, which takes him by surprise because his bedroom was on the top floor of the castle, it was not an easy climb. Steve knew from personal experience. He'd tried to climb down from his window when he was 15 and ended up with a broken arm and a slap across the face from his father. "Don't be so reckless. You're a prince." He'd said, not an ounce of concern in his voice. His father had soured since his mother's death. Steve understood. He was all his father had left, if anything happened to him, his only heir, he'd have no one to take the crown.

Steve eyes the cat curiously from where he sat in bed, his hair is messed from sleep and his shirt had been thrown across the room because the summer nights were becoming unbearable. "Hey, little guy. Pss pss, come here." He pats his bed softly, trying to encourage the cat to come in to his room, he doesn't want to risk moving closer in case he scares him away. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you." He says softly when the feline finally jumps down from the window and prowls around his room, looking at all the trinkets Steve has collected over the years. "I've never petted a cat before." It's the truth. His father didn't allow animals in the castle. If he saw the scraggly black cat rubbing his face against all of Steve's expensive furniture he'd lose his mind.

But just as Steve is reaching out to run his fingers along the soft looking fur, the cat makes a funny noise, it sounds almost like a human yelp, and then instead of looking into the dark curious eyes of the cat, he's staring at the soft brown eyes of the bard from the square. The bard is sitting on the floor in front of Steve right where the cat had been, he's dressed in his usual bard get up and his hair is the same dark shade as the cat. "Uh.. hi." He says with an awkward wave.

Steve screams so loud the guards that are posted outside his door come barging in with their swords drawn, only to find Steve staring at the now empty space on the floor in shock. The bard had poofed back into a cat and bolted right out the window, Steve ignores the worried guards and runs to the window. Did he die? It was such a long drop. But then he saw a flash of black run along the cobblestones of the market square, the cat? man? stops next to the fountain and stares right up at Steve, his tail flicking back and forth. Steve doesn't know why, but he raises his hand and waves, he's terrified, his heart beating loudly in his ears, but at the same time he wants him to come back, wants to ask him so many questions, wants him to be his friend.

The cat does a little spin and then he's gone. Steve watches the bard perform later that day with a secret smile, his head in his hands as he watches the way he stalks around the market square in a cat like manner while playing his lute. Steve hopes he will come back to visit.

#LONG POST SORRY #eat up lovelies #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things #stranger things s4

[cloudninetonine]

Please...please...just a crumb of Koridai (fuck the other one). I'm starving, my crops have wilted, I miss my little stink stink, I want to ruin his life like he ruined mine 😢.

Why is this literally the funniest fucking ask- HBDIUCBIHFCIUCR4RC THE DISRESPECT TO COURAGE'S NAME HAS ME HOWLING DEHXFCHUCFHUCHECEDNCDE

I GOTCHU THO BRO- this is set before the duo meet Courage btw ~~~~~~~~~~

The streets were bustling with people, calls echoing from the market about produce, children laughing as they played and fishermen either hauling in their catch of the day or setting sail for fishing- Koridai’s hometown looked to be pulled right from a fantasy, which was no surprise seeing as this entire scene to you was literally a fantasy come true!

Even so, you were in wonderment, holding onto Koridai’s hand, his grip firm (already 3 close calls of you wandering off had put the fear of the Goddess into him) as he manoeuvred through the people, mouth moving miles a minute as he spoke.

The Kingdom of Koridai practically bordered the Kingdom of Hyrule, only split by the seamlessly never-ending tides, so after a day’s journey by boat you had entered the country and the hero had practically dragged you to experience his hometown. 

“-you should have seen the guy's face! He stunk of fish guts for weeks! Serves him right for messing with my brother!” Koridai laughed, merry and light as you walked through the marketplace, your eyes wandering to each stall “Golly, it’s been so long since I’ve explored this town! The last time I was here I was setting towards Gamelon!”

“Shame, this place is beautiful.”

When he glanced back at you, his mouth upturned in his familiar little smirk you rolled your eyes. “Not as beautiful as you~”

“Damn, flirt.” Lightly you pushed his shoulder, nothing much happening with his hand still tight around your own and he tugged you back to him with a laugh, your head falling to his shoulder. “Lay off, will you.”

“Awh but you’re too cute!”

“Yeah, well, you’re not too bad looking yourself, pretty even.”

“Pretty enough for a kiss?~”

“Nope.”

He deflated like a child, whining your name with puppy-kicked eyes while you laughed, eyes creasing in joy when your gaze met a small stall sitting in the corner, a lone old lady patiently waiting for a customer with her abundance of stock, your sight catching a beautifully made ring that shone in the light of the sun. Hypnotising in a way, your feet gently brought you towards the stall, Koridai following along when he perked up.

“Lynne!”

The older woman’s pointed ears twitched, old eyes narrowing before she seemed to light up in a similar way. “Oh, Link! It’s been so long.”

The small woman waddled to meet the man halfway, their hug a gentle one as you watched from the sidelines, intrigued and intruding all at once as the two conversed like old friends.

It was nice seeing Koridai like this, the hero persona pushed aside to show the kind young man behind it. No smug playboy, but a mature hero who knew where his roots stood, it was like looking through the walls of a tiny old shack to see the happy and content family within- the phrase “you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover” came to mind as they continued to talk until finally, Lynne turned to you.

“And whose this, Link? Your lover?” You tensed, your face growing in warmth as she gently grabbed your hand, looking up at you brightly. “You possess such kind eyes, my dear, I hope Link is treating you well.”

“I- We- He’s actually-”

“Oh, you bet!” He grinned, arm wrapping snugly around your waist and bringing your closer to his side, nuzzling against your cheek as a sign of affection. 

It…it felt nice, your face heating with a more adoring flush as your hand fell to hold his still against your hip.

You only felt (very) a little giddy when he grinned against you.

“Oh, I’m so glad, such a handsome couple, here-” She reached forward, grasping the ring you had been eyeing in interest earlier and handing it towards you gently. “I could see you were looking at it. Please, take it.” 

Your heart skipped at the pure gesture. “But I couldn’t just take it, at least let me-”

“Oh, no, no, consider it a gift.”

She gently laid it in your hand, the small jewellery still sparkling even as you protectively curled your fingers around it, looking up at the woman gratefully.

“...Thank you, Ms Lynne.”

“Lynne is fine, sweetheart.” She smiled, her wrinkles adding a motherly touch “Off you go now, if I know Link he still has much to show you of the town. Go on!”

She waved you away, the both of you yelling your farewells as you disappeared deeper into the crowd until Lynne was no longer in sight, you still tucked firmly to the taller man’s side as you walked, his thumb rubbing at your hip over your clothes.

“She’s sweet…” You mentioned after a few moments, still flustered over her mistake.

Koridai’s ears flickered happily at the words. “The sweetest! She used to cook dinner for the kids on our street so that our mothers could have a break! Haha!”

You chuckled at that, studying the beautiful ring once more before slipping it onto your finger, rubbing gently at the crested gem before looking back at Koridai whose eyes were already settled on you.

The bustling town never felt so empty when staring into those eyes of emerald green, the calls of the people never sounded so quiet as you put on your focus on him. You couldn’t deny that Koridai was handsome, beautiful, the best of every compliment that came to mind and the same giddiness from earlier came to hit you hard as he leaned closer, looking at your lips and then at your eyes.

So cliche, but even a cliche like this wouldn’t stop the pounding of your heart.

“So, about that kiss?” The man’s voice was a whisper, soft against your ears but still filled with his usual eagerness. 

“What about it?” Cursing mentally for sounding breathless, you settled your hands on his shoulders.

“Think you could spare your hero just one?”

…Hell, what was one kiss?

Your mouth moved to answer, both of your just a breath away-

When someone shoved past, your yelp comical as you felt your body begin to drop only for Koridai to tug you back towards him, his pout cute as he yelled out a frustrated “Hey, watch it!” back at the man who brushed him off, vanishing behind a wall of people.

The blonde turned back at your giggle, hand moving to cover your mouth to muffle it when it got a little too loud.

“God, that was so fucking cliche.” You were yanked back up, still against the hero’s chest as you chuckled. “Of course, just as we’re about to kiss someone has to ruin it.”

This whole world was just full of these things, huh?

“I-It doesn’t have to be ruined!” He stammered, not wanting the moment to end. “Listen, it was just a small fumble but-”

You held his face when you kissed the edge of his lips, soft, sweet but lingering as the man relaxed against your palms, ears flapping rapidly with hearts practically dancing in his eyes when you finally pulled away, once again giggling at his face.

“Golly~” The sigh was breathless, similar to your own voice not even a moment ago. “I think you missed~”

With a smirk, you pulled away. “Eh, maybe next time.”

“H-Huh?! Not, wait, (Name)!”

#cloud answers #linked universe imagine #linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu #a player's aid #player au #cdi link #Koridai #Anon asks

[darkandstormydolls]

I finished another new costume!

This one is of Edwin from the webcomic Crowmance (I think I may unintentionally be on a mission to sew costumes for progressively more and more obscure pieces of media)

The skirt was a bit of a challenge to figure out. I ended up having to do a great deal of math (sixths! I had to divide things by sixths!) and sewing together blue panels that were half the width of the black panels and then carefully box pleating them in. I also had to go through every episode of Crowmance so far to decide where the blue flashes were (center front, side front, side back, center back). The capelet/sleeve pieces were originally going be be sewn in like sleeves, but I realized that they didn’t actually work out like that in the pictures, so I ended up draping them on the shoulders like cape pieces to figure out how I wanted them to sit and then just whipstitching them down. The bodice itself went together very easily; I had a pattern for a princess-seamed jacket and just adjusted it to have a solid back with a center seam and a singular center front piece. I went through and screenshotted just about every fully body or clear picture of Edwin to figure out the seams for this. I was debating about putting hooks and eyes down the back, since there’s clearly some sort of line there, but since the dress is loose enough to pull over my head I decided to just leave it with a center back seam. I also debated back princess seams, since they show up in some pictures but not others, but finally decided that they aren’t super clearly there.

Some of my reference pictures:

The belt is made of two layers of heavily interfaced cotton (I know it’s a lighter color than the lining in pictures, but I didn’t want to bother getting another fabric and I think it looks good in the same light blue) with an interlining of also very heavily interfaced upholstery fabric. The pattern varies from picture to picture, so I just picked the most detailed one I could find (first of the two above pictures) and traced it on, then topstitched it, and went around the edges with a zigzag stitch for the edging. The center circle is a separate piece with hooks on both sides and the points of the belt have eyes, so they clasp together.

I already had the white shirt from my normal wardrobe, and I added the hair ribbon from my ribbon stash because a. I felt like it added a bit of extra pizzazz and b. there was no way my hair was staying in that half-ponytail with just pins and I did not want to risk a hair tie messing up the curls (my hair is actually straight, so I did not have high hopes for the foam rods I used, but I was pleasantly surprised with the volume I got. No bangs, but it’s pretty close).

I had made a bunch of hooded capes for some friends a while back, but never got around to making one of my own, so I figured this costume would be a great place to do so and made a little winter addition. I’m very happy with how the feather trim turned out. I wanted it to mirror the sleeves. I wish that the lining was a bit darker, but this was the felt that Joann’s had, and I had to work with what was available. I also added a sparky brooch I got at a flea market and just had in my costume bin for a little extra sparkle (it is a crow outfit, after all) and to hold it in place (maybe I should use a sparkly hair clip instead of the ribbon next time I wear this?)

I’m partially considering making Edwin’s wedding dress(? Fantasy dress?) in addition to this, although it might be a while before I get around to it with all my other costume and sewing projects. And, of course, it depends on if I could find an appropriate trim.

#cosplay #costuming #crows #crowmance

[traincat]

I know you haven't been following Zeb Wells run because you love yourself and you are a beautiful human being, but I know you saw that leak.

And sis, fuck it, just let Miles be Amazing Spider-Man. This whole Peter Parker thing? Tank that shit. Years ago, you suggested this and I, an avid Miles Morales fan, disagreed, but now...Norman Osborn is the good guy and genius now, Ned Leeds is happily married to the woman he abused with a kid, and apparently someone cloned Gwen Stacy to sleep with her best friend's father in a some twisted bed trick and I AM SO FUCKING DONE!

No, I am sick of the misogyny of these past three writers. I was sick when you had "Superior" Spock beat down Felicia Hardy and it being touted as "cool" and how awesome Otto was while he objectified and leered at Mary Jane in Peter's body or used Peter's memories with Mary Jane as his own porn take. I was sick of Cindy Moon being used as a glorified Axe Commercial power fantasy of Peter being oh so irresistible that she can't keep her hands off of him and some twisted Asian fetish! I am sick of a writer stating MJ has no real value as a love interest to Peter because she doesn't care about real things! I am sick of the background routine violence of different variances of sexual assault such as Michelle Rodriguez getting assaulted by Chameleon because she thought it was Peter, Anna Marie getting assaulted by SpOck because she thought it was Peter and after the fact still fancying the guy who tricked her, Betty Brant getting impregnated by the clone of her abusive husband because what is the point of being a woman in Spider-Man if you aren't sleeping with Peter and not married?

You kill Kamala Khan? Sure, it's to bring her back as a mutant but you do it in Peter's book? Yes, Kamala Khan, famously known as Spider-Man character, dies in a plotline that had nothing to do with her. Peter has no connection to her. And you fridged her? For Peter's angst?! While you have MJ and FUCKING Paul eloping in the background!? I am over this shit. Bring on Miles.

I was actually going to wait until "the most shocking issue ever" was released to catch up on Wells' run and then I saw the leaked spoilers and then Marvel confirmed the leaked spoilers and then there was no avoiding the leaked spoilers. And like to be completely fair I did not see this ending coming. I don't think even the most out there comic bookies had "Kamala Khan dies in a Spider-Man book" on the odds. It's just a completely ludicrous choice on every level, unless your only marketing strategy is to cause outrage.

It's sort of weird because up until this point I think my biggest complaint about this run wasn't unique to it specifically -- my complaints were things that the Spencer and Slott runs had also done, and to a lesser extent, mostly because of time restraints, the various short-lived Spider-Man tie-ins and events. (Beyond was a mess, and while Wells was leading it, there's multiple people to blame there.) It's all well and good that people are saying it took too long to reveal the bad guy of this storyline, because it did, but compared to the seventy issues it took them to reveal Kindred's identity, this has been fast-paced for modern Peter Spider-Man comics (which is a problem in and of itself). Like if I had to pick one Wells-specific complaint before this point, I'd have to say that the way he withholds information doesn't actually serve his storytelling -- it makes readers frustrated, not intrigued, to be confronted by things like Paul and MJ's mystery kids. It's similar to how there was obviously something wrong with Ben Reilly in Beyond, but the story took far too long to reveal what it was. I think the flash forward in Amazing Spider-Man and questions like "what did Peter do" hurt it far more than it helped to build up any sort of reader curiosity. It doesn't help that those storylines ultimately don't lead anywhere, it's just red herrings and desperate scrambling all the way down, but this time with Wells bringing up a storyline I best remember as "pretty boring" that he wrote in 2008. I genuinely don't believe anyone out there was asking for a The Last Nameless Day sequel. (Does anyone even remember The Last Nameless Day.)

And the "shocking ending" they've been teasing this entire time is killing Kamala Khan in a totally unrelated superhero's book with no catharsis and no meaning for the actual character, and framing Peter front and center on the cover of her announced memorial issue. It's deeply tasteless, stupid, and offensive, even more so because we know she'll almost definitely be brought back in a few months in time for the release of The Marvels movie. I had been kind of side-eyeing this run having Kamala intern for Norman Osborn, because she's a top ten character I want Norman to stay away from, and that they did that with the intent most likely of killing her off all along is just so tasteless. And you're right, the misogyny in the recent years has gotten really out of control, even as they try to spackle over it with girl powers moments you can crop down to a single panel, recirculate around social media, and feel good about devoid of context. There's been a lot of fridgings (Mattie Franklin, Ashley Kafka, Marla Jameson) but they were all of Spider-Man characters. If Marvel has a headlinining, incredibly popular, marginalized teen girl character, and they're going to kill her off for shock value or to reset her powers in keeping with the movies or whatever, they should at least have the grace to do it in her own book and not in a highly criticized Spider-Man run. It's clear these problems are going way higher on the Marvel ladder.

I would rather they kill Peter 100%! And this has nothing to do with the "twist ending" because it definitely wouldn't fix that, but I really do think at this point that the only way to fix a lot of the damage that's been done to Peter Spider-Man on such a deep level is to kill him for a few years. Like at least five. It'll give some purpose to the endless amounts of spinoff books (who was asking for a Red Goblin Normie Osborn spinoff) and provide enough time for things to settle enough for a soft reset.

#*replies #traincat talks comics #wednesday spoilers/ #i'm tagging just in case even though it's very hard to miss them at this point #since marvel's strategy seems to be plaster it everywhere

[darkelfchicksick]

One year of Femslash "Blood"

365 days ago we published the groundbreaking EverQuest 2-based fanwork entitled "Blood" - an investigation of how baking malicious cookies for evil church can lead to gay sex with your evil church leader.

You haven't heard of Blood? That's because EverQuest 2 is the greatest MMO that never was, forever doomed by an early WoW release date and a nonexistent marketing department (a proud tradition that is being carried on until this day). With our project simply titled "Femslash February," @eisbecherovka and I laid some amazing groundwork for hot, silly and necromantic girl-on-girl action in a fantasy universe that is almost (but not quite) entirely unlike the Forgotten Realms of D&D fame.

If you're curious about Blood, but unwilling to click a link quite yet, enjoy this preview about a baby-crazy cult preacher and her fun-crazy cult leader who also happens to be a dark elf.

“You don’t get it! My time is more than halfway up! If Innoruuk doesn’t deliver on this, how can I know He was real when He appeared to me when I was a child? How can I know I haven’t been wasting my life in the Dismal Rage?” “One, you’re not. Two, He will deliver. Innoruuk works in mysterious ways.” Opal slid down to crouch next to Xelha. “How often do you have sex?” Her face went pink. “Uh–about twenty times a week.” “Impressive! And it’s always–” “Yeah.” She paused. “You didn’t let me finish my question.” “Opal–” “Are you sure you’re doing it right?” “Opal, I’m not stupid.” “You would be surprised how many people mess this one up.” “We’re not messing it up.” “Prove it.”

Blood is a magnum opus of sorts - fleshing out a character who has zero backstory into an actual person with painful memories of acute fantasy COVID-19 who has the hots for untrustworthy elf MILFs, fertility issues and, last but not least, realizes she's bi in perhaps the worst way yet. Also there's the aforementioned drow MILF, so if you want to imagine our good friend Minthara in place of Ms Darkbriar, I cannot stop you.

If Blood has whetted your appetite, you're cordially invited to partake in 27 more femslash fictions that are sometimes silly, sometimes sexy, but always sincere.

#my art #everquest 2 #everquest #femslash february #fanfiction

[megs-msdd24]

hello!!!!!! good to see the sa fandom is making a small comeback 🩷 do you have any headcanons on shane the best character ?

Hi friend!!! In fact, I do have headcanons about shane the best character 🫣 The first part is headcanons along the line (they follow the story line) the next bit is more headcanony? yeah <3

Shane ♔

this bit is like before his mother dies

-As a kid he's a picky eater (that's the first thing off the top of my head sorry 😭) Like the chef is running back and forth cause shane said he didn't want whatever it was they made. Later on he just gives up and has a small list of the limited foods baby Shane will eat

-He loved adventure; playing pirate, pretending to be a dragon, and climbing into high places were some of his favourites. Before they lose a good chunk of the staff, he'd rope some of them into his games and get them to build different props for his imaginary adventures.

-Like any younger brother would, he messes with Drina a lot. And like any younger sibling would, the second that Drina retaliates he's calling for his mother.

-whenever he and Drina fight, their mom would lock them up together inside their playhouse (the green and pink one from The Book of Shane: Venom) until they made up (not rlly but shh 🤫)

-A bit of a sad one, but when their mom first gets sick, Drina starts getting back at Shane because she knows he can't get any help 😔

Moving on-

-By the time Drina is stuck with the bonding sickness, almost all that happiness is gone

-when's she's stuck in bed he comes and tells her all these whimsical stories or he talks to her about all the places they'll visit when she gets better

-he also has to convince himself-he just really wants to get out the castle

-we already know he thought about running away and he knows it's very serious but there's a small part of him that thinks "it's just another adventure right?" "all my adventures have been inside the castle, this is the same thing except it's real." He's trying to help himself out ok? 😭

-but then Zerif shows up and shows him a different hell

-you see, if Zerif hadn't pulled up with his cure all potion maybe he would've run away with Drina. Maybe she could be helped even a little bit. Maybe he would've lived some cottage core aesthetic life idk 🤷🏾‍♀️

-All I know is our friend over here wouldn't have gone on a world wide rampage 🙃

-I said this in a previous post, but Shane is absolutely in shock at all the things he gets to see as a Conqueror.

-so before the Conqueror's officially start rampaging, he goes off and tries all these things and eats different foods

-In the towns that they stayed a really long time in, he visits some specific stalls over and over again, spends all his money there and the owners just instantly know him and what he wants

-later on after the Conquerors ravaged said towns he feels really really bad about it.

-and then he meets Abeke

-once they're better acquainted he brings her on his market adventures too and they have so much fun

-just two friends hanging out

-side note: Abeke shows him all the good market stalls and the best food ones while they're in Nilo

-and he's just so happy he's got his first friend in a long time and everythings going so well for him right?

-well not for long 😏

and that's where I leave you for now :D I'll do a part two to shane's headcanons along the line but here for now have some proper headcanony headcanons

♔

-Shane loves reading (you know how I said he likes adventure? He got it from those fantasy books)

-whenever he had a meal that had any speck, shape or form of a food he didn't like? The meal? gone. Out in the trash. Later on when he sees war ravaged places he instead just picks out the part he doesn't like and gives it to someone

-After Gerathon is finished Shane kinda grows to like Grahv. He talks to him and Grahv will just lie down, eyes shut and huff. In a better life if Grahv was summoned naturally Shane would brush his plates and scales to help him clean up

-You know how he escaped on Halawir? It was a revelation for him

-he loved the rush of air

-and he's so upset after cause he can't get the same feeling anymore

-After living in such a hot country that's basically the equivalent of Australia, he's travelling anywhere cold. His favourite place was Arctica until it blew up 😃

-Ok that's all friend! Hope you like them <3

#spirit animals #spirit animals books #spirit animals headcanons #abeke #shane

[thefact0rygirl]

omg 🙈 with cody?

Patches, my friend! I wanted this to be full of filthy but I just made myself cry 🥲

Commander Cody x GN!Reader

18+ under the cut (mentions of exhibitionism, roleplay)

Okay SO it’s not as kinky as you might think, but Cody really wants to roleplay.

No, I’m not talking master/servant, doctor/patient, teacher/student blah blah blah.

It's much more tame. Boring even.

He fantasizes about being a regular schmegular citizen. The most he knows about the war is what he catches on the news, which he doesn't see often because he's soo busy with his regular schmegular office job.

It starts out with Cody on Coruscant for a business trip. He's tired after full day of meetings and he's at the hotel cantina trying to take the edge off. That's where he meets you, another regular schmegular citizen looking to blow off steam after a long day. You get to talking, he buys you a drink or two, and the night ends with you going up to his hotel room.

It's hot and heavy, fast and hard, because both of you just have this one night before you're both going back to your boring jobs and boring life.

Maybe even some balcony sex to, the thrill of someone looking up and seeing him making your legs shake.

In the morning, you two part ways. Maybe you share a quick breakfast of hotel coffee before Cody has to catch his shuttle back to his planet.

Just...something that doesn't involve the GAR and the war.

It isn't that Cody is bored with you or with your relationship. Far from it actually.

He just sometimes dreams of being someone else for a night. For both of you to be other people for the night. People not affected by the war, just two regular citizens going about their lives.

Because being a commander is all he's ever known. It's what he was made for, and the idea of being anything else never existed for him.

He never saw a life outside of the GAR, until he meets you.

You came along and while you both are aware of the limits on your relationship/situationship/arrangement, he can't help but start to imagine what it would be like if he wasn't a commander.

The fantasy first comes to him in a cantina on Coruscant.

You had gone to the refresher when he overhears a man at another table lamenting about his job to his date. Complaining something about flimsi-sheets and vlookup formulas (whatever the hell those are).

And it's the way the man is speaking about it that gets to Cody. The man speaks as if some newbie intern messing up some flimsi-sheets was a do-or-die situation. As if this new intern was somehow a fleet of a million battle droids and he was a clone squad of less than 100.

It annoys Cody, but at the same, it shifts something in him.

Last week, Cody was grappling with the reality of Master Pong Krell's betrayal. At the same time, this man was fixing flimsi-sheets.

Cody...wants that simplicity. Or at least pretend for the night that all he has to worry about are accounting lines.

He isn't sure how to ask you for it because there is a part of him that feels guilty. The fantasy of a normal life was never in the cards for him or for you. You both know this and understand there is only so far you both can go with each other. The GAR comes first, duty comes first.

He feels like he is putting you in an unfair position with this sort of request. He doesn't want to scare you off.

So instead, he'll take things slow. Play out his little dream in other ways.

He will ask you not to talk about missions. When on shore leave, he only wears the civvie clothing you got for him. His armor remains stacked and locked away in your closet (out of sight, out of mind). He will accompany you to the market and pretend you're buying groceries for the week. He'll help you cook, packing away the leftovers as if he's going to take the to work the next day for lunch.

#commander cody x reader #commander cody x gn!reader #commander cody x you #commander cody headcanon #vee answers #patchmates

[rockislandadultreads]

Book Recommendations: Wayward Women in Literature

Bunny by Mona Awad

Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA program at New England's Warren University. A scholarship student who prefers the company of her dark imagination to that of most people, she is utterly repelled by the rest of her fiction writing cohort--a clique of unbearably twee rich girls who call each other "Bunny," and seem to move and speak as one.

But everything changes when Samantha receives an invitation to the Bunnies' fabled "Smut Salon," and finds herself inexplicably drawn to their front door--ditching her only friend, Ava, in the process. As Samantha plunges deeper and deeper into the Bunnies' sinister yet saccharine world, beginning to take part in the ritualistic off-campus "Workshop" where they conjure their monstrous creations, the edges of reality begin to blur. Soon, her friendships with Ava and the Bunnies will be brought into deadly collision.

My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

When Korede's dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what's expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This'll be the third boyfriend Ayoola's dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede's long been in love with him, and isn't prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other...

Happy Hour by Marlowe Granados

Refreshing and wry in equal measure, Happy Hour is an intoxicating novel of youth well spent. Isa Epley is all of twenty-one years old, and already wise enough to understand that the purpose of life is the pursuit of pleasure. After a sojourn across the pond, she arrives in New York City for a summer of adventure with her best friend, one newly blond Gala Novak. They have little money, but that’s hardly going to stop them from having a good time.

In her diary, Isa describes a sweltering summer in the glittering city. By day, the girls sell clothes in a market stall, pinching pennies for their Bed-Stuy sublet and bodega lunches. By night, they weave from Brooklyn to the Upper East Side to the Hamptons among a rotating cast of celebrities, artists, Internet entrepreneurs, stuffy intellectuals, and bad-mannered grifters. Money runs ever tighter and the strain tests their friendship as they try to convert their social capital into something more lasting than their precarious gigs as au pairs, nightclub hostesses, paid audience members, and aspiring foot fetish models. Through it all, Isa’s bold, beguiling voice captures the precise thrill of cultivating a life of glamour and intrigue as she juggles paying her dues with skipping out on the bill.

Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh

The Christmas season offers little cheer for Eileen Dunlop, an unassuming yet disturbed young woman trapped between her role as her alcoholic father’s caretaker in a home whose squalor is the talk of the neighborhood and a day job as a secretary at the boys’ prison, filled with its own quotidian horrors. Consumed by resentment and self-loathing, Eileen tempers her dreary days with perverse fantasies and dreams of escaping to the big city. In the meantime, she fills her nights and weekends with shoplifting, stalking a buff prison guard named Randy, and cleaning up her increasingly deranged father’s messes. When the bright, beautiful, and cheery Rebecca Saint John arrives on the scene as the new counselor at Moorehead, Eileen is enchanted and proves unable to resist what appears at first to be a miraculously budding friendship. In a Hitchcockian twist, her affection for Rebecca ultimately pulls her into complicity in a crime that surpasses her wildest imaginings.

#fiction #thriller #mystery thriller #strong female protagonist #Library Books #Reading Recs #reading recommendations #Book Recommendations #book recs #TBR pile #tbrpile #tbr #to read #Want To Read #Booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

[kiloskywalker]

OKAY, I have some thoughts

OKAY, I just got back from a quick couple of turns and I waited all day to post these thoughts but that means there is some time to ruminate on them. I am SO ANXIOUS, but SO READY and EXCITED for season 4.  With all of the crazy stills we got where it looks like TK is super concerned and Carlos seems to be reassuring him plus ^^^this bombshell, I have some thoughts about what could happen.  My secret dream fantasy is to be a television writer so this is what I would do. 1. I think its possible that Carlos has an older sister (YOU CAN PRY YOUNGER BROTHER CARLOS FROM MY COLD DEAD HC) that he doesn’t happen to be super close with.  Maybe when he came out she was already out of the house and he was worried about what she would think so he never told her, or they just aren’t close anymore for whatever reason and he doesn’t talk about her a lot.  Plus I wouldn’t find it super out of the blue that she doesn’t really know about TK especially since he didn’t really talk about his life with his parents (until TK came along that is).  I am assuming that the “pretty big secret” and the “investigation...” are two different plots here. 2. The other possibility that I have thought about is that Carlos had another serious boyfriend before TK.  Maybe even one that he considered getting married to (but still not as much as he wanted to with TK).  Maybe they broke up because of Carlos’s inability to commit long term because he was unsure of how he would tell his parents, or maybe they broke up because of a similar reason to how he and TK got into a fight at the farmers market.  Maybe they broke up but remained somewhat of good friends with one another and I think it would be so funny if he ran into TK some way maybe on the job and it freaks TK out a bit, not so much that he doesn’t want to get married, but maybe that he feels a little self conscious or concerned about why Carlos didn’t tell TK about this person.  There’s another interview where Rafa says that some people might be upset at Carlos and not telling TK about this person who was a big part of his life is something that I think would cause some people to get a little upset. That being said I don’t know about the second part but I’m excited to see a bigger role for Carlos outside of his relationship with TK.  I’m a sucker for hurt/comfort and angst so I’m ready for TK to be an absolute mess while Carlos’s life is in jeopardy. Furthermore, and I just want to say this.  I know there is buzz about the wedding being super dramatic like an emergency happening during the wedding, or Carlos getting hurt on the way and TK thinking he’s been stood up (even by Rafael himself lol), but honestly I just want them to have ONE DAY where everything is happy.  I want the wedding to be beautiful and make everyone cry and there to be no drama.  I know that’s a tall order with a drama show but man I just wanna see my blorbos happy together!  

#word vomit #ranting and raving #911 lone star #911 lone star season 4 #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #my headcanons #these are just my opinions so dont bite my head off #now i want to write a fic with these ideas

[construingseacats]

Umireread: Turn of the Golden Witch: Chapter 2 - Wonderful Utopia

The following contains spoilers for the entirety of Umineko. Please do not read if you are yet to finish it.

This is a promising chapter name. I presume we’re in for quite the fantastical time, then?

Not content to just monopolise the scream market, Jessica’s VA corners the funny market with an extremely exaggerated read on hugs and kisses. I honestly couldn’t imagine reading this without the voice acting.

Ah, I suppose the scene we opened on wasn’t the first time she saw an aquarium then - although it does say something that she can go on that date again and have it feel like the first time. Young love, eh?

This is an interesting one to think about - Yasu definitely wouldn’t have seen this in a positive light. I can’t help but wonder where things would be if George had tried to be a little more forceful.

I suppose this falls more towards a Bern-esque hypothetical that rips the guts out of the characters for the sake of a story - the answer would be that a fundamentally different George erases the human that Ryukishi has built up inside him, and the plot effectively doesn’t happen with an early exposure of Yasu as Furniture.

God man. I love Jessica so much. My heart really breaks for her all the time.

Yasu is unsettled by how extreme her Beatrice persona is, the lengths she has forced her to go to revoke her status as Furniture - but none of this would have been possible without that very forceful push to destroy the status quo.

I, too, loved having my imaginary friends mess around with others when I was younger.

I’m… pretty ambivalent towards all this discussion of the mirror and the torii shrine? I’m not seeing much of a deeper meaning here - beyond the initial assumption of it being the adornment of the test of the bombs - so all the framing of it as a magic sealing mirror that stopped Beatrice from existing falls flat for me. The fact that it’s discussed in this much detail makes me think I might be missing something here, but I’m starting to suspect that it is just intentional misdirection.

I remember being extremely bored at the start of Episode 2 on my first read, but man, it’s really out for blood with anyone rereading it. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise that the sections focusing so heavily on ‘Furniture’ hit harder once you know the connotations behind it, but man.

We have an angel and a devil on the shoulders here - one of them is telling you to abandon the concepts of love and be content to live a pitiful existence as furniture, and the other is telling you to kill everyone in the world.

We’re just lampshading that here and now, I see?

While I suppose we’ve already dug into a lot of the framing of fantasy and reality in Episode 1, Episode 2 sure is starting strong with it here. Maybe things are terrible. Maybe life is pain. But if you believe hard enough - you convince yourself of the fantasy, you seek out the magic - the sea can be deep blue to you too.

It’s interesting seeing all these conversations through the lens of internal dialogue - of Yasu convincing herself of things, swayed by her many aspects - but for the most part there’s not much to add beyond acknowledging it. This is a great scene, but it mostly speaks for itself, you know?

Umineko and NieR: Automata sit in a very questionable hall of fame where they make a poignant scene comedic by censoring the word “love” and letting our immature minds fill it in with any other four letter word we desire.

Over a million words to comprehend the meaning of a single sentence. It sounds insane, but it’s so worth it.

It’s really weird seeing Kinzo outside of the study. His sprite feels so out of place on a sunny day.

There’s a few moments of disconnect here where the sprites are yet to change to the emotion that the text is describing, which gives you odd combinations like this.

The answer was there all along Kinzo, you just had to make an imaginary girlfriend and pretend Beatrice was still there with you.

…I jest about that, but come to think of it, isn’t that partially the truth? The servants make a point about how they buy into the illusion of the Witch for Kinzo’s sake. I know that’s partially a hint towards Yasu’s existence, but I can’t help but wonder if that’s part of it as well. Of course, mandating servants to indulge in your fantasies means they are not treating them with love, but with compulsion; and, as hard as you try, you cannot obtain magic by sheer compulsion. Kinzo’s many years as a sorcerer are more than proof of that.

I feel a little underwhelmed by the chapter name being “Wonderful Utopia”. I suppose it’s reflective of Yasu’s honeymoon period following the establishment of Beatrice, where she can enjoy the temporary joys afforded by a relationship with George, but I think I was expecting something a little more… juicy, I suppose. Ah well, it’s not like we’re leaving the flashback period any time soon.

#umireread #umineko #umineko spoilers

[thefallenangelsgang]

Ayo! Time for a new intro post methinks (:

Sup bitches B)

I usually go by Jericho in online spaces

They/Them She/Her He/Him Pronouns and mmmmm boobs <3

(This is me deflecting the fact that my Queerness is extremely undefined. I know I am generally Ace, Genderqueer, and that my type would largely considered plus sized feminine bodies. Also dykes. I am a hot mess okay)

Its also impossible for transphobes to misgender me #diversitywin

(Speaking of Transphobes: IF YOU ARE A BIGOT REMEMBER THIS)

I am a History Major, Theater Minor fuckwit with interest in Ancient Civ and America's Founding.

I am most insufferable in my writing of 1000+ word essays on incredibly niche subjects like Why Ghouls Look Different Across the Fallout Games and Marius: An Analysis on Chivalry and Chastity and now Marketing Takes I am under qualified for like My Analysis of the Watcher Announcement

SOMETIMES I STREAM (mostly Fallout, Metro, The Sims, or whatever I'm feeling)

Topics I tend to talk about:

Dystopian Fiction

-Fallout (I am vocal of my disdain for the direction the franchise is going)

-Metro 2033

-The Hunger Games

-Occasionally "classics" like Animal Farm and 1984

Fantasy Fiction

-Baldur's Gate 3

-Anything Tolkien (but not the Amazon show. I very obviously have an ick for Amazon)

-DnD in general

-Legends of Avantris (A DnD group I am a major fan of)

(Fair warning, I am not a big fan of Critical Role or Dimension 20. I tried them out but I dislike the very corporate aesthetic. My favorite groups have always been best friends playing around their dining table.)

Fanfiction and Writing (#Jericho Writes)

-I read any of the media above really

-I write LoA, Fallout, Hunger Games, and Baldur's Gate Fanfiction.

Misc

-Acting and the Entertainment Industry (Film and Video Game specifically)

-Mental Health shit

(I've got PTSD and the Depression and Anxiety that comes with it.)

-Activism

(I try to keep up with most current events on here. It would be fair to accuse me of having a new cause every news cycle. But this account is largely performative information sharing, I follow up with causes that resonate with me privately. Topics I almost always post about are Disability, Reproductive, and Queer rights. I am not interested in Bad Faith debates about any subject I post about. This is your warning to leave if you expect to take issue with this.)

-Just general Queer shit

(If you are going to be Acephobic, Transphobic, or weird about people with non tradition identities you should very much leave.)

Godspeed, Good Luck, Gangnam Style

And all that ✨Jazz✨

[vulturevanity]

Could you please tell us about Tales of Terin.

Oh my gosh. Yes I can. This will get long so bear with me.

Tales of Terin is my project for a fantasy series set in the world of Terin, which is populated by anthropomorphic animals in a magical society inspired partly by the culture of the region where I live, partly by Iberian Europe and South America from around the 17th century -- more specifically, Colonial Brazil (which at the time was under Portugal). I just got tired of fantasy settings based almost exclusively on Central and East European cultures and wanted something closer to myself.

I'll keep this post to a sparknotes version of the lore up until the inciting incident, because it will get long enough without me trying to summarize the world at large AND the entire story AND all the characters, and also I've posted extensively about some of those aspects in previous posts (I may make a masterpost with links to all the relevant stuff because the tag is a mess of character memes, inspiration pictures and some outdated art shfkfjdk)

Anyway lore

Magic in this world comes from five extremely Sacred Stones whose existence in-universe is somewhere between rumour and myth. There are two known gods, Telgaros and Haedin. It's widely believed Telgaros "died", because people were being shitty and he allegedly wanted to wipe them out, so Haedin went "nah" and turned him into the stars, then became the sun herself.

Pretty story, there are even holidays about it, but it's very much not true.

The gods are alive, and they lied. There is a third god no one knows about who's imprisoned Somewhere due to Reasons, they're Pissed About It, and Haedin and Telgaros are currently having a pretty heated debate on whether or not they should free them. And since this somehow concerns the mortals, they're bringing the fight to Terin.

So. Terin. There's this continent called Guaraitá (Gwah-rah-ee-TAH). If you're a merchant or noble living there, things are pretty nice. If you look like you might be trouble, though, get ready to have a bad time. It's what happened to Ani, the jailbird, one of our main characters. He used to be a high-grade thief along with his childhood friend and partner in crime Agatha. They scammed nobles out of a pretty penny for years, until Agatha fell in love with one of their targets and betrayed him. Just like that: sentenced to 25 years in the dungeons. The justice system is pretty nasty to people who mess with nobles.

But then something funny happened. A decade before the end of his sentence, the rich guy who threw him under comes up and offers to pardon him if he manages to track down Agatha and bring to him their child, whom he'd never got to meet, as his health is deteriorating and he needs an heir. Huh. That's one hell of a way to find out she'd ditched her noble lover while pregnant. Ani's feeling pretty bitter about... everything right now so he takes the offer out of spite, pretty certain he knows her enough to find her even after 15 years.

So he gets Parole Bracelets put on him (more on that here) and sets off to the very quaint Sun Village, a rural town at the edge of a beautiful forest. The fertile ground is great for farming, the DuBach family (renowned for their grade-A dewcattle*) is even established here, but mostly it's small commerce and a tight-knit community. And there, on that morning, in their old hometown, as Ani predicted, he sees Agatha. He finds her at the farmer's market, a smaller, lighter-furred version of her clinging to the hem of her dress.

He feels approximately 37 different emotions when their eyes meet, and after a minute of looking at him like he's a ghost, she manages to reluctantly invite him for coffee and cake later at her house. Which he accepts, partly because he really, really missed Agatha, partly because he's planning to be extremely petty and vengeful and abduct the little pup -- Jade, he learns -- and bring her to his patron against her will because fuck Agatha, he hates Agatha, and he has a job to do.

But he never gets the chance to, because at noon the town is gone, engulfed in flames, as are the entire forest and the crops and most of the dewcattle. The terinians who survived the giant wave of magical fire are desperately running around trying to save themselves, their friends and their valuables. Ani knows he won't get pardoned if he brings back a corpse, so he bolts to Agatha's house and finds her crushed under rubble, having shielded little Jade from it (Jade herself got hit while trying to grab her little accordion and fell unconscious). With her dying breath, she begs for forgiveness and for him to take care of Jade. He uh. He takes Jade and leaves without a word.

After the chaos dies down and grief sets in, the fraction of the village's population that survived congregates at the edge of town, where Malvina DuBach is organizing the people so her friend Rusty can use his healing magic to help everyone he can. As Ani approaches, Rusty recognizes the little Jade and immediately tells him to jump the line so he can heal her. They introduce themselves, Ani tells them he's taking her to the Capital, and they offer to take him there in their wagon, since they're coincidentally also going there. He reluctantly takes the offer, since the journey back on foot would take too long.

Not two days after, they're intercepted by a stranger who introduces himself as Theo, says the world is starting to end and he needs help stopping that. Shenanigans ensue, they end up embarking on a worldwide journey for the Sacred Stones.

Any follow-up questions?

Oh, also Magnolia caused the fire.

Edit: oh, forgot to clarify: Dewcattle is what they call the equivalent of cows in this world, because non-sapient animals are fusions between normal animals and bugs. In this case they're cows who are also aphids. Pretty fluffy and produce honeydew instead of milk.

#tales of terin #i am vibrating #thanks for the ask! #padeko

[inks-books]

My-Writblr's WIPs

Hello! I'm remaking my introduction post because things have changed. I finished writing my 4 book series and now I have new WIPs to work on!!!

So as an introduction!

My name is Inks. I'm 32, aro/ace/agender. Pronouns are She/They. I have 3 cats and am baby sitting another for a while; as well as have a dog that I love dearly. I'm a writer at my job, and as a hobbyist. I LOVE fantasy and try to put it in all of my stories but I have a few that are just regular stories I promise LOL

So without further adieu, here are my current WIPs!

Curiosity Killed the Elf:

There’s nothing quite like Allonwë’s sense of mischief. From setting the Captain of the Guard’s eyebrows on fire, to driving her body guard insane trying to keep up with her antics, this princess knows how to keep things interesting. But when she bites off more than she can chew by finding a shiny bracelet in a secret room guarded by a haunted suit of armor, things start to get complicated. Only finding out that it’s actually a weapon of mass destruction AFTER she barters the bracelet off to some random travelers that are more than what they seem, Allonwë and her body guard Natanael have to scramble to get the bracelet back at all cost before her parents realize she’s missing!

Love Triangle Gone Wrong:

Being a pansexual werecat isn’t all it’s chalked up to be especially when being diabetic makes you have to shift in the middle of work. But Ethan makes it work. Until he’s forced to imprint on someone who is married and about to have a kid. THAT’S the worst. At least he isn’t like Lucien who was cursed by a witch to turn into a werewolf at night (except on a New Moon). Until that is Lucien imprints on Ethan’s Imprintee too! What?! Now they have to figure out who’s going to win the girl’s heart whilst fighting each other. But what they don’t know about Hope is that she has a few secrets of her own. One being the fact she’s Aro Ace and not in the market for a relationship. But how does that work? Isn’t she already in a relationship? Find out how this mess solves itself as the pages unfold their story!

Mirrored Secrets:

Separated from her clan while they fled their homeland in fear of being killed by the Roman Army, Maura is captured and sold into slavery. Feared for her flame colored hair in this new land, she is forced to work as a medicine woman of a brothel in the very capital city she sought to avoid. There she meets a stranger that changes everything. Having also been sold into slavery and forced to fight in the arena for the Emperor's entertainment, "The Demon" as he is called, is more than just gladiator in the ring. His wish to hide his true nature is put in jeopardy when he meets Maura and she can see straight through his disguise. But he discovers her secret too. Working together to hide their secrets, these two unlikely friends begin to plot their escape from the dreaded Roman Empire, but will they make it out alive? The Emperor seems to have other plans.

The Blue Eyed Thief

Brought up by a schizophrenic soldier of a father who was preparing for the government to take him out, Nindë didn't have a normal childhood. Living in a secluded place, her only solace was a friend she would sneak out to meet at the edge of the compound she grew up in. One day, Nindë watches her friend get kidnapped right before her very eyes and she goes to her father for help. Big Mistake. Now thinking she is a spy for the government and that she's been selling information on them to her 'friend', Nindë's father starts to hunt her down. Escaping into the world, Nindë lives on the streets, learning to fight underground to survive and never staying in one place or long. Then, one day, a man claiming to be her godfather says he knows where her friend is and that he knew Nindë's mother. When he convinces her to stay with him by showing her that her friend is alive and well, Nindë is introduced to a higher society than she's used to and is surrounded by people that consider her feral. Now needing to learn how to blend in to this new environment, Nindë catches the eye of someone who she frankly can't stand because he goes against all she stands for. When he starts making amends though, Nindë finds herself caught up in a whirlwind romance that she did NOT have planned, nor does she think she can have with her father still out there and after her. Can she have a normal life and closure with the people who've saved her from the streets or will her father find her and ruin it all? Or will something else happen entirely?

I'm going to stop here even though I have more WIPs I'm technically working on because this post is long enough already, and the other WIPs are drawing related comics I'm trying to find an artist to help me draw. I've got the story I just need help drawing it.

#writblr introduction #writeblr introduction #original writing #original stories #original books #writing community #writeblr intro #writeblr

[willel]

I’m a Byler shipper and I really appreciate that you understand how baited we feel even if you don’t care about the romantic ships. It is frustrating that other people claim we’re just delusional and that we had a “weird fantasy” that didn’t come true (two boys loving each other a weird fantasy, sounds homophobic). I tried to stay real, but them hyping it up and also just the way they emphasized on Will’s feelings for Mike all the time in the show made me think that maybe it could have turned out Mike felt somewhat the same. Of course, that didn’t happen. Even from a non-shipper perspective, it broke my heart to see Will like that. They didn’t need to write him in love with Mike to explore his sexuality, it was completely unnecessary, and even I who was rooting for him and Mike together would have preferred Will never loved Mike like that. It left a real bitter taste in my mouth. My question is: how do you think they’ll approach this in s5, if they will? Will he get a new love interest, will he still be hung up on Mike, will he have moved on completely? Will he actually confess to Mike? They kind of left it open because Mike doesn’t know, but also Will seemed to understand he had to move on. I would really love for him to just accept who he is, without them introducing another love interest that we wouldn’t care about. I want Will to focus on himself, his family and his friends, while dealing with all the supernatural mess that’ll happen next season.

For one, I predicted this exact situation right before season 4 dropped in May. VVV

As I explained in the post, I've been through all this before. I've been through the writers and advertisers using my ship to keep people engaged up until the very last minute.

I must also say though, what happened in Stranger Things, in my opinion, is NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD. I know at least one friend who might read this post (👀). We both know what ship/series I'm talking about and maybe they'll disagree with me, but I don't think it was that bad compared to THAT series.

It's not the end of the series for one, we still have a season left. But also, Will's feelings were not invalidated or brushed aside by the writing team. They also didn't leave him hopeless and bitter. Compared to how my ship ended up, (clearly requited love to unrequited love to "actually it was never love just a crush" to "actually it was never a crush just confusion" to "actually this other person was my first and only love all along lol" to "actually I was never even friends with that other person just friendly"), this is not bad in the slightest for Will.

He does/did love Mike and they really showed that without question. Even if he gets a new love interest or something, they still made it abundantly clear that Mike was his first love. Thank goodness for that.

The entire situation focused around Will's feelings, his character, his growth, all of it. Technically, that's exactly what I wanted. I guess because I'm not a shipper, Mike's role in this was inconsequential to me, I almost exclusively cared about Will's role in all this and what this meant for him.

But I am still very upset with how MARKETING pitched this. It was a TERRIBLE idea to pitch this as "Byler". It was not about Byler, it was clearly about Will. That is how all of these scenes are written. We have no idea what Mike is thinking or feeling towards Will, it's about what Will is feeling towards Mike. It's about Will's character, not about the ship.

By setting peoples expectations for these moments to be about a ship, they almost completely ruined the framing of these moments for so so many fans.

Not only that, they went out of their way to frame the actual ship (Mileven) in a bad light from what I saw. I do not actually follow marketing that closely, especially if it's about ships. But I'm pretty sure I saw screenshots of them implying the other ship was toxic or not true love or that love at first sight wasn't real and all that jazz.

If you're a non-shipper like me, surely you must see how they lead people along. Marketing should have never done that. If they wanted to tease about Will's plot line, they should've found a different way.

Like, I know fans will make a mountain out of a molehill sometimes, and some fans definitely did. But it is not entirely their fault, they were strung along.

As for how they will approach this moving into season 5, sadly we might not get as much detail as we might've if they were going right into season 5 as they originally planned. There's gonna be a time skip, I saw casting calls going around for 1988 and no later. That's 2 years later. They'll be 17 year old juniors.

My predictions right now is that Will might have some lingering feelings still, but, in his words, he's "ripped off the bandaid" and tried to let go.

What this season said to me is that Will does not feel "safe" with Mike. Until he and Jonathan had that speech in the kitchen, Will did not feel safe with anyone. Jonathan is the only one that knows, Jonathan is the only one he would willingly tell.

Even if Mike found out later he was gay, I still don't think Will would willingly tell Mike any of his feelings ever. Will wants to be his best friend (and more) and will ask for nothing more.

If Mike is gonna find out, it's gonna be because Mike puts together the pieces himself. Even if Mike finds out and confronts Will about it, I just have this feeling Will would never admit it ("No I don't", Will says as he's obviously sobbing)

I don't really know what the future holds. But I wrote in a post a while ago that what I want is for someone to be pinning after Will this time, and not a girl. Will has had about 3 girls pinning after him (and that is hilarious). So... what will happen if this time it's a guy? 👀 I think that is what Will needs most. Someone who is begging to be in his company and not the other way around for once.

I can imagine Will being so confused by that kind of attention too. It's kinda adorable.

BUT ANYWAY, yeah. I have no idea what the future holds. I really hate what the marketing team did leading people astray, but I don't dislike the scenes that we got for Will. I love them actually. If you're a Mike/Byler fan though, it probably sucks a lot, ESPECIALLY if you believed what marketing put out there.

I know people don't want a brand new character introduced just to be Will's love interest, but I don't think that's too much of a problem. I just wish they didn't do it so late. Bob, Suzie, Vickie, and even Robin herself originally were all introduced to be a love interest for one of the existing cast. As you can see, at least 3 of those people were originally introduced for a straight ship (before they convinced the writers to make Robin gay)

So no, I actually wouldn't be upset if they craft a special characters specifically for Will just like what the straight ships got. Will would not be getting different or special treatment. We've never even seen Suzie and Dustin in an actual scene together so Will would already be in a slightly better position.

I don't know what this means for Will and Mike or their friendship. I still feel like... I don't know. There still needs to be SOME closure. Mike doesn't know shit and it's bothersome. I think Will might start distancing himself for real this time and maybe Mike will finally notice something.

Maybe El will notice and kick Mike into gear? I don't know what they're doing with his character really and I don't know if it can be fixed.

I guess we shall see.

Just in case I need to say this for anyone who is reading and got really really mad, just don't. I don't ship these ships. I don't read essays about these ships. I don't read the fics or anything, these are literally just my brain thoughts thinking things. I don't get in ship wars and I talk about these ships every blue moon. I don't mean any harm to you or your ship and I think regardless of if it's canon or not, you should still ship your ship and screw what anyone else thinks. It's your ship. You set the rules. All you need is fanfiction and fanart to live for decades to come. Trust me, I know.