#Nocturn can’t make up people in his dreams

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Winter's King 12

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, cheating, violence, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are a maid to the Duke of Debray, a lord of the Summer Kingdom. That is, until the king of Winter appears with his particular air of coldness. (Medieval AU)

Characters: Geralt of Rivia

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You stand, still uncertain. You look at the king as he tilts his face up to the moonlight. The silver sheen washes over him with an unearthly glow. He looks lupine, much like your dream.  

“Your highness?” You echo again, hands curling around the sides of your skirt. 

“Will you continue to disregard my order?” He challenges as his gold eyes meet yours. You wince at the way they shine. 

“No, your highness, I am only...” you hush yourself and clamp your lips tight. You turn and search around, numbly walking along the curve of the pond.  

He growls as you reach the line of hedges into the next walkway. 

“You will want to go much faster than that,” he warns as you hear him stand. “I will allow you some advance...” He exhales as you glance back at him, “ten...” he stares at you, his figure shrouded in shadow from far away, “nine...” 

You blanch and tumble backward through the gap. You spin and stagger on your soles, throwing your arms out as your heart pulses madly. Something about his timbre, about his words, has you alight. There is something amiss about him. 

You push your legs against your skirts and hurry blindly into the nocturnal void. The moonlight seeps in around the silhouette of leaves as you keep your hands ahead of you to prevent a collision. You try to see through the dark, like silk across your eyes, making out little more than hazy orbs. 

You crash into a thicket of thorns and pull away from the rosy bunch. Their scent clings onto you as you turn to the left and dive down the next path. You don’t know these gardens, not like Debray. For all you know, you’re going even deeper.  

You hear a step behind you and swirl to face it. You squint, trying to see who is there. Is it the king? Do you want it to be? What does he mean to do when he catches you? What is the meaning of this game? 

You plunge back into a sprint, puffing as you pump your arms. You whimper and whine as you slow, legs heavy and feet dull. Where are you going? You don’t like this. You remember a night like this before, how the cold dew of the forest crept up your legs, feet hitting the earth in quick succession, the holler of men and snort of horses behind you. 

You stagger and spin back. No, you can’t run anymore. You don’t like this. You don’t like those thoughts. That last night before you were taken to Debray, before you dawned the cap of your bearing. That orphan girl running from servitude. 

You walk forward, shaking as you peer back and forth. You wade through the thick grey air. You hear a twig snap and a bush rustle, each noise from a different direction. Perhaps it is a rabbit or a chipmunk. You sniffle and wring your hands. 

You must find the king. You will surrender this game and ask that he takes you back to the castle. You trudge over the beaten path and hear the soft trickle ahead. It must be the pond. The silver light blooms brighter as you come upon a space in the hedges. 

Suddenly, there is only air beneath your feet. You kick out as something rigid wraps around your waist and lifts you. You wriggle desperately and cry out, your eyes tinging but not overflowing. Your fear has you clawing at the hold around your middle. 

“Please, please, don’t hurt me!” You plead as you flail, “please, sir, I’ll go back to the castle--” you choke as the grasp on you slackens but your feet still do not meet the ground. You quiet as you recall your present, that you are not in that forest, that you are far from Debray. 

You are sat upon the bench, the silver moon gleaming down on you as it outlines the broad shadow before you. King Geralt faces you, kneeling as you tremble and hug yourself. You put your head down in shame. 

“Apologies, your highness, I was lost,” you reach to rub your cheek, flicking back your tears with your lashes, “I got confused.” 

“No, it is I who should apologise, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he takes your hand between his big ones, “I only meant to make some fun.” He brushes his touch up your arms and squeezes as you drop your hand to your lap, “little maid, did I hurt you?” 

You shake your head, “I was only... delirious. It is too dark out here. I cannot see,” you bite down and look away, “apologies, I did act out.” 

“Little maid,” he tickles along your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine, “I would not let you get lost or hurt.” He tilts his hand to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone, “what was it you were running from in your head? Who?” 

“No one,” you lie. “Just a memory.” 

“Memories are not just that,” he insists, “but I understand how they can hurt. Forgive me, treasure, I wasn’t--” 

“Your highness,” the sullen voice has the king recoiling. He quickly plants his foot and stands. You rise as well, toying with that word he called you. Treasure. “The queen sends for you.” 

Bryce steps out into the moonlight. You look at him then the ground. How long had he been there? How much had he heard? 

“The queen,” King Geralt grumbles, “what is it she wants? It is late--” 

“She would not say and I would not guess,” Bryce says, “but she screams for it. Like a yowling cat.” 

The king sighs and lowers his head. He squares his shoulders and resets his posture. He steps away from you and gestures to his soldier. The king twists around and marches away. Bryce falls into pace with you as you follow. He is silent, you all are. 

You approach the castle, guards lurking in the shadows, and are let past the front doors by a sombre pair. Inside, you follow the king through the great hall and up the stairs. You peek over at Bryce as you proceed down the corridor. He gently squeezes your wrist, just briefly, and carries on. 

“Your highness,” Bryce speaks as you hear a racket ahead of you; screeching and crashing. “Should I escort the maid back to her chambers?” 

“Cursed woman,” King Geralt mutters as he slows, Queen Jazlene’s door just ahead. He pauses and looks over his shoulder, “the cost of a kingdom...” 

“Your highness?” Bryce prompts once again. 

You echo him and step forward, “I could calm her. Bring some wine--” 

“No, she will have no more of that,” the king declares sharply. “I wed her, I put my name next to hers, so it is I shall attend to her. Sir,” he looks at Bryce, “do as you suggest, put the maid in her chambers and I will put the queen in her place.” 

“Aye, your highness,” Bryce bows his head and points you back, “come, maid, the night wears on.” 

You glance up at the king. His golden eyes are wrought as his gaze holds yours for only an instant. You see the hesitation bob in his throat before he turns away. You mirror him and follow Bryce back along the corridor. 

As you climb to the next floor and continue down another corridor, Bryce slows. He stops as he gets to the door and faces you. He takes a breath as he looks you up and down. 

“It’s treacherous here in the summer kingdom,” he says, “but that will not change on the road. Mouse, you keep yourself well.” 

“Thank you, sir, I am fine.” 

“Aye, you do not take my meaning but you do not take the king’s either,” he puts his hand on his belt, “his favour might do you fine in this moment, but it is dangerous. Let not others notice so they may not envy it.” 

You grimace and shake your head, “what do you mean?” 

“Your little games do not need an audience. It is no tournament.” 

Your chest sinks and your skin speckles. Is he accusing you of something? 

“I... I haven’t done anything untoward. I would not, sir--” 

“You may not,” he intones, “but we are all ruled by the will of the king.” 

“Sir, the king is married to Lady Jazlene--” 

“And we both see how they fare,” he states bluntly. “Carry my words with you, do with them as you may, but I could not leave them unsaid.” 

Your eyes gloss and your nose tingles once more. He’s mad. Truly, he can’t think you and King Geralt. A maid and her master. 

“I would not,” you repeat. 

He huffs and nods curtly. He turns to the door and unlatches it, “go, rest your head while you can.” 

“Sir Bryce--” 

“I am bid protect you by the king,” he pushes the door inward and rests his hand on the frame, “not from him.” He looks past you, as if through, “little mouse, I do hope I am wrong as well but I know better than to depend on that.” 

You shudder and tug at the end of your sleeve. You slump and drag your feet through the doorway. You stop, just inside, “good night, sir.” 

He grunts and pulls the door shut. Your lip trembles as your heart races, just as it did in the garden. He is wrong. He must be. You saw yourself how the king is trying, he even said it was the queen he meant to game with earlier. It was only that she was too unwell. He said it! 

And he goes to the queen’s chamber that night. He is not there. He has not been disloyal. The matter is not your concern. You serve wine, you lace gowns, you braid hair. You are only the maid. 

⚔️

You return to the queen’s service the next morning. The world is a bit more familiar as you help her into her gown and twine her hair into an elaborate coif. Servants pass in and out of her chambers as they prepare for the royal party’s imminent departure. 

“Why can we not keep this capital?” Queen Jazlene whines, “but my husband does insist on return to his frigid homelands.” 

You say nothing as you sift through the old monarch’s jewelry chest. You present to her successor each gem, brooch, and chain. She has yet to turn any away though you wonder if there would be room in her already bustling luggage. Perhaps the cart will be a touch more crowded on your ride north. 

“And yet my husband did come to me,” she boasts, “I think... hmm, well, perhaps this marriage won’t be so turbulent.” 

You show her a cuff and she snatches it. She puts it on her wrist, turning her arm this way and that, as she oohs and aahs. She wiggles excitedly. 

“I recall this piece. One year, when I came with father to court, the queen wore this cuff. You see the emeralds. I remember she was so proud of it even though all the court knew it was only gifted to her by her husband to distract from his mistress,” she trills, “oh, how foolish. But the old queen was so boring. It is a wonder the king didn’t dispose of her, who can blame him for taking an amour?” 

She sighs and looks at the mirror, “and she wasn’t half so pretty as me.” 

You remain silent, continuing to sort with her endless approval. You don’t think there is a single trinket she could ever turn away. You don’t see the need for so many of the same thing. Some stones are brighter than others but why not keep the brightest and do away with the rest. 

“As I was saying,” she goes on, “last night when the king came to me, he was... almost meek. That man. Can you imagine? I admit I was distraught after the day I suffered but he listened and we spoke.” She strokes her fingers as she admires her oval nails. “There are some southern lords who will come north as well, some northern to stay behind. He says it will help us acquaint the two kingdoms into one.” 

She drops her hands and pushes her shoulders straight, “he is wise. I suppose I should heed him if I am to be a good queen.” 

You are want to agree but to do so aloud may be taken as insult. She might have done it sooner and saved herself some trouble. Yet it isn’t your place and you haven’t the wisdom of a queen. You’re merely a servant. 

“Once I give him an heir, he will have to listen to me too. Yes, I will do what mother could never. Give my husband a son,” she drags her hand to her midsection, “I think last night...” she flutters her lashes dreamily. Her suggestion makes you squirm. Her and the king’s relations are hardly your concern. “It was better,” her voice is brittle, “even if...” she peers around and clamps her lips. She narrows her dark eyes, “close the door.” 

You obey. You come back to her and return to your previous task. She reaches in to pluck out a string of pearls. 

“He puts me on my stomach,” she whispers, almost as if she thinks you won’t hear, but she is speaking to you. There is no one else in the room. Perhaps she is only embarrassed that she has only to the courage to tell a maid. “And he behind me so I can’t see him and... he can’t see me but... but if he could...” she toys with the pearls, “if he’d just look at me, he might like it better.” 

You lift a pair of medallions earrings and she ignores them. She tosses the pearls back in the chest and stands. You back away. 

“He won’t let me touch him otherwise,” she mulls as she paces. “But he is warming. It is early, isn’t it? And compared to the first night... I don’t know. It will get better. It must.” 

She quiets and stands by the window. Her anxiety is palpable. It’s uncharacteristic. You’ve never seen her uncertain of anything yet you can understand it. She is soon to set off to a new life and to brave a long road. When she reaches her destination, she will be a true queen. When you get there, you’ll still be a maid. 

“I’ll go to him tonight,” she says and raises her head, “yes, yes, I will go to him and try again.” She spins and smirks at her grand idea, “maid, I must find something to wear for him. Well, nothing very much,” she remarks coyly, “but I will need a robe. Yes, I saw a satin one in the queen’s closet.” She swallows and stands as straight as she can, “my closet.” 

You diligently cross the chamber and search the wardrobe. You find a white satin robe stitched with gold and silver. You turn to show the queen. She giggles and claps her hands. 

“Wine,” she says, “I must find some courage too.” 

#geralt of rivia #dark geralt #dark!geralt #geralt of rivia x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #the witcher #series #au #medieval au #winter's king

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Dream Lover (dp x dc)

The alarm on his cellphone rang and Danny groaned as a fumbled blindly to close it again.

“Wha’ izzit?” Came a sleepy voice at his back.

Danny rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Then, he turned towards the other man entangled in the sheets.

“Nothing, go back to sleep,” Danny said before dropping a kiss on the man’s forehead, displacing his white streak. The man muttered some unintelligible words as he wriggled around a bit before settling back down.

Danny gave him a fond look before a yawn forced his eyes closed. He slipped off the bed and padded down to the kitchen. With bleary eyes he put the coffee machine on and got the milk out of the fridge as he waited for the beans be ground.

The machine was way fancier than anything Danny had ever owned but his boyfriend liked good coffee and Danny liked making him happy. The breaker-hammer noise stopped indicating the coffee was done and the halfa sipped at it as he tried to figure out what that niggling feeling in the back of his mind was.

Before he could delve into it very far, he heard his boyfriend coming into their little kitchen.

“Did the noise wake you up?” Danny asked as the man wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and buried his head in his back.

“Was already ‘wake,” the octopus masquerading as a human mumbled.

“Want some coffee?”

“Please.” His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his nape before staggering towards the kitchen chair and sagging into it.

”Good night?” Danny asked as he started the machine again.

“The usual,” the man said as he rubbed the sleep out of his face.

“Why are you up early?”

“Gotta fix up the bike.” The man yawned which made Danny yawn too. “It kept backfiring last night.”

Danny hummed as that niggling feeling came back at the mention of the motorcycle. There was something there…

“What about you?” The man said as he held his face in his palm.

“Nothing much,” Danny said as he refocused on the conversation. “I don’t have to go in today, so I’ll probably just study.”

“I made butternut pasta when I came back. There’s some left for lunch,” his boyfriend said as he grabbed a banana from their fruit bowl.

“You’ll be here for lunch?” Danny asked as the flow of coffee stopped and he took the cup away from the little shelf.

“Thanks,” the man said as he accepted the cup. “Probably.”

Danny nodded and he leaned on the counter as he looked into the distance. His eyes caught on a clock and again, that annoying sensation he was forgetting something tickled him.

Clock meant hours which meant seconds which meant sand trickling in an hourglass which meant time passing and Time meant-

“Everything ok?” Came the low tenor of his boyfriend.

Danny shook away the thought and smiled at him. “Just zoning out.”

Then the smaller man finished his cup before he put it in the sink. “Gonna go brush my teeth,” he said as he walked out of the kitchen

“You didn’t even eat!” Came the voice Corning from the other room.

“Not hungry,” sing-songed Danny as he grabbed his toothbrush.

As he put the paste on the brush his mind wandered a bit. He started brushing, in the back and made his way forward. He was up to his canine and he started on his fangs which had him frown. Fangs? Wait a minute.

And then it all came rushing back. Phantom. Ghosts. This was a dream which meant-

“Nocturn,” Danny said. Sure it had been a while since he dated anyone but this was a whole new level of single if Nocturn had resorted to creating the ideal boyfriend to trap him in a dream.

Danny walked back to the kitchen and stood in the door entrance and stared at his imaginary dream boyfriend. Said boyfriend turned his head around and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

“You really are perfect,” Danny said.

“You say the sweetest things,” the dream-construct said and the corner of his eyes creased beautifully as he smiled.

Danny sighed wistfully before bending to kiss his cheek. “Until then, dream lover.”

With a snap the dream collapsed and the halfa opened his eyes to the green of the Infinite Realms with the ghost sensation on his lips.

Simultaneously, in one of his safe houses in Gotham, Jason’s eyes snapped open as his hand flew to his cheek.

#Nocturn can’t make up people in his dreams #And also pulling real people in makes the dream more realistic #Danny is unaware of this #Jason woke up feeling loved and happy and is suspicious as fuck #dead on main #dc x dp #dp x dc #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

[apocalypseyoshia]

OLROX X MALE READER

female or she/her presenting people please DNI

Any blogs that ignore this will be blocked explanation why here

I can’t stop imagining Olrox from Castlevania: Nocturne x male reader angst so here

He was a peacemaker one that never respond nor resorted to violence he was kind to everyone around him always having his door open to anyone brother’s by blood or not anyone at all

He was patient and quiet even though he never resorted to violence he was not weak no on the contrary his believes where strong and he had fought for his and other peoples land no matter how hard the fight was he would always be there

 that determination had ended up catching one of the eye of a certain Aztec vampire



Who could someone so quiet be so passionate about fighting for his people even going so far as to find a way not to hurt them or others, making deals, agreement’s and finding middle ground that work out for both sides, he had to see this man for himself

So one day he went to meet him himself and he hadn’t expected what roses from the situation, a night of laughter and meaningful conversations the man’s warmth was like a disease one that had even affected the manipulative Aztec vampire simply because it was genuine it was kind it was warm and it felt so much like home

Years pass and the man is not as strong as he once was but still as passionate, he had still kept his door open to anyone, maybe that’s what aloud Olrox to because so close with him, maybe- no Olrox definitely took advantage of that fact he as he stood beside him throughout the years trying to brake him but nothing ever seemed to work he had tried to use his sliver tongue and his fake soft touch to brake him and his believes down but it paled in comparison to the man’s loyalty to his believes 

“We all live on this earth, we’re pout here as a race for a reason”

Olrox had never understood why or even how the man had gotten to this conclusion but slowly bit by bit it didn’t matter he just wanted to be near him close to him

Slowly Olrox had developed feelings for him but had never told him, his pride being to high, but no matter how much he tried to deny it everyone knew they saw the way his eyes soften as the sight of the man playing and taking care of the orphans of the tribe, he might have indulged in helping out to indulge his desire to speed more time with the man, maybe he did not realize how Much he was indulging himself in as the orphans started calling him father, he did not stop them no he couldn’t see the face’s of those children being crushed as he told them to stop, so he never did.

Who knows maybe the time he spent with the man of his dreams had made him go soft but he didn’t care not anymore he would spend every waking minute with his man if he could, that’s why that’s why he had to tell him eventually

So he did just that

And he never regretted anything after

No he never regretted anything after, not The moment’s of endless bliss or the passionate love making, MOTHER FUCKING LOVE MAKING, he couldn’t even call it sex because everything everything with that man was deep was beautiful and was free

The life they lived together was a now oddly blurred mix of happiness, endless happiness,

oh how he missed that 

He misses everything, he misses waking up with someone cuddling him in bed, he missed someone walking with him at the darkest depths of night, he missed someone hushing him when he would try to talk over the tribe’s elder’s, he missed someone braiding his hair and helping him put on his earrings, he missed the soft touches and the quiet morning’s, he missed making bad jokes that would inevitably get him a hit on the head

He missed his love

He should have never let him go on that boat he should have forced him to retire his title of peacemaker and even after all of that he should have turned him but he didn’t

HE

MOTHER

FUCKING

DIDN’T

He trusted his lover’s words, he shouldn’t have, if he didn’t then maybe just maybe he wouldn’t be standing in front of the empty grave plot where his lover’s body was supposed to be held, they couldn’t even find a body, it was to broken to mangled it was too burnt and too gruesome to even be called a body it was past a corpse at that point,

but even after knowing all of that he fought with the captain’s of the ship to go back and retrieve it he wanted to hold him close one last time just one last time but the captain had said no so he slaughtered him and everyone else on the ship

because why, why should they get to live why should they’re family’s get closure why should those body’s get to be buried while his lover’s body is in an unusual place that will because his unmarked gave?!

His anger took a hold of him and he didn’t hold back, he didn’t want to Olrox hated humans for what they did, for taking away their one saving grace in his eyes so he wanted to take everything back from them

#gay #gay mlm #castlevania #castlevania nocturne #olrox x reader #castlevania olrox #angst #Castlevania nocturne x reader

[dogtoling]

180 Splatoon OC Questions!

hi. So i made a bunch of questions to help develop mine and other people’s OCs i guess. these come in several tiers based (roughly) on how much you’ve already developed an OC, but in reality it’s a pick-and-choose thing,

NOTE: these are mostly applicable to cephalopod OCs. But if you pick and choose they’re fine for literally any OC, I guess. Most of them are gonna be under the cut!

Surface (Basics, Tier 0)

1. What is their full name? Do they like it?

2. Do they have any nicknames, and where do they come from?

3. OC species and special notes

4. What time of day is your OC usually active? Are they diurnal or nocturnal or maybe in-between?

5. Any particular reason for their schedule? Biological clock? Work?

6. Living situation; where do they live? How did they end up there?

7. Do they take part in ink battles? What kind and how often?

8. Favorite weapon class and why? 

9. Main tentacle color? How did they pick it?

10. Any hobbies? Where did they begin?

11. What do their hobbies mean to them?

12. Favorite type of music? 

13. Any favorite bands or idols they look up to?

14. Are they acrobatic? In-game turf war movement qualifies. 

15. What is their main weapon? How did they pick it, and is it customized?

16. Languages they speak? Any that they’ve learned or want to learn?

17. What is THE THING that they’re recognized as being good at by others?

18. Are they more positive or negative? How does it show?

19. Their BEST FRIEND, if they ABSOLUTELY had to choose one? 

20. What size are they? Are they average size for their species or not?

21. What is their relationship to ink battling? Is it a hobby, profession or just a sport?

22. Do they have an ego? Or perhaps a lack of?

23. Do they have a daily routine? Do they enjoy it?

24. What would their Splashtag title be?

25. What is something they REALLY invest in?

26. Are they temperamental? 

27. How are/were their teen years?

28. How did they do in school? Did they like it or were they a professional class skipper?

29. What’s a situation that would make them cry? Do they cry easily?

30. Are they easily amused?

Sunlight Zone (Tier 1)

1. Any pets? Do they want any?

2. How social are they?

3. What is the inside of their house like?

4. Any peculiar decoration preferences?

5. Main source of income? How is their money situation?

6. Any job? Do they want one? If they have one, what do they think of it? 

7. Everyday skill they’re unexpectedly good at

8. Everyday skill they DO NOT have

9. Any weapons they struggle to use and why?

10. How much does it take to trigger their Special Rush state? Do they get pumped fast?

11. Are they a good Super Jumper? Do they land their jumps?

12. Weapons they wish they could use but can’t? Why? 

13. Favorite clothing style? Do they care about comfort or looks?

14. Do they have a favorite clothing brand?

15. Their favorite way to listen to music? Headphones, radio, et cetera

16. Favorite kind of food? Do they like fresh foods or prefer fried?

17. Can they cook, and how do they prefer to?

18. Do they care for fruit or vegetables?

19. Any food they REALLY don’t care for?

20. How many friends do they have? Do they make surface-level friends or deeper bonds?

21. Do they ever make art? What kind and why?

22. Are they expressive? How?

23. Can they drive? When did they learn or are they going to?

24. What’s their usual role in conversations? Are they a listener or a talker?

25. How do they handle crowds or groups of people?

26. Are they good at reading between the lines? Or totally clueless?

27. Do they drink coffee? Or alcohol?

28. Anything they have too much of?

29. What are their priorities?

30. What kind of body type do they have? Are they strong, or are they frail?

Twilight Zone (Tier 2)

1. Dream house? Is it likely to happen?

2. Dream job? Are they working towards it? Do they even know?

3. Favorite subject at school? Any effect on modern day?

4. Are they prone to holding grudges? Any petty opinions that they still stick to?

5. Any phobias? 

6. How are their tentacles styled? Why?

7. Preferred way of transportation; train, car, bike etc.

8. Any details about their appearance that they’ve put a lot of thought into?

9. Do they Super Jump outside of Turf Wars?

10. How often are they in swim form? How does it feel to them?

11. Have they heard of Grizzco? Have they worked there and how much? 

12. How do they sleep? How much do they usually need to sleep?

13. What weapon did they start with? Have they changed their main over time?

14. Any particular Turf War skill they are good or bad at? Do they have good aim, for example, or are they really fast at swinging a brush?

15. Favorite time of year? Why?

16. What is their sexual/romantic orientation? How did they come to a conclusion?

17. Are they in a relationship? Do they want to be?

18. Any past relationships? Why did they end?

19. What do they order at a café if they go?

20. Are they prone to arguing? Or do they settle?

21. Do they travel? Do they want to, and where?

22. Have they had injuries in the past? What happened?

23. Are they open about their thoughts or do they keep to themself? 

24. Do they keep up with news or the media? 

25. Do they play any games? What kind and when?

26. Do they care about “being fresh”? Have they ever cared and how did it show?

27. Any body modifications they have or want to get? What’s the story behind them?

28. Can they play any instruments? How did they get started?

29. Any iconic ways of speech that they have? 

30. Do they swear?

Midnight Zone (Tier 3)

1. Opinion on Splatfests; any that they’ve been part of or remember fondly? Or bad memories, even?

2. How and where did they grow up? What was their family like?

3. Any siblings? How is their relationship?

4. Childhood habits or hobbies that stuck?

5. Do they have good ties to their family? 

6. Any found family or “school”?

7. Have they ever Krakened before? 

8. How do they feel about being splatted? Are they used to it or is it agonizing?

9. Are they sensitive to violence? Or totally desensitized? Does it depend on the context?

10. Something they feel is extraordinary about themself?

11. Something other people see in them that they don’t really see?

12. What kind of neighbors do they have? Do they get along?

13. Fight-or-flight response? Which one do they usually default to?

14. Any specific goals they have in life?

15. Any prominent interests? How do they show?

16. How do they celebrate Squidmas? Or do they celebrate Octivus?

17. Where do they shop? How often do they go to the store and what do they usually buy?

18. If they could be any other species, would they? And what would they be?

19. How is their vision? 

20. How do they handle stressful situations? Are they prone to worrying?

21. How do they relax?

22. Do they use social media actively? What do they do there? 

23. Favorite snack or candy? Do they do snacks or candy?

24. Do they enjoy “alone time”?

25. Any habits they want to kick but can’t seem to?

26. What do they have for breakfast? Do they have breakfast?

27. How do they deal with fights or arguments? Do they lose their cool or handle it by talking?

28. Are they a leader type? Or do they see themself as one?

29. Which Splatoon 3 victory pose is in-character for them?

30. Based only on their personality and skills, what in-game abilities would that give them?

Abyss (Tier 4)

1. Have they done anything criminal? Why?

2. Have they ever intentionally hurt anyone? How?

3. Any scars? How did they get them?

4. Pain tolerance? Is it good or do they cry on the floor over paper cuts?

5. How is their overall health? Are they prone to any issues? 

6. Who do they live for?

7. Do they have conversations in their head? What is their relationship with themself?

8. How confident are they in combat? Are they strong at all?

9. Any short-term color change? What emotions trigger what colors in them?

10. What would they change about themself if they instantly could? Anything?

11. Would they survive out in the wilderness? For how long?

12. Are they selfish at all? Would they put others in harm’s way for their own benefit? 

13. What kind of morals do they follow and where did they learn them?

14. Is there anyone they would risk their well-being for? Why?

15. How was school for them? Do they miss it or are they glad it’s over, if it is?

16. How do they type? Are they an active chatter?

17. Do they want kids? Do they have any now, and do they have any plans?

18. What are their earliest memories? Do they have any memories from the egg?

19. Do they make decisions based on heart or logic?

20. Any regrets? What would they do differently if they could? 

21. What do they find attractive in somebody? 

22. Are they easy to understand? Are they good at expressing themself?

23. How do they deal with bad emotions? Do they have any tried-and-true coping mechanisms?

24. Are they sick often? How do they handle it?

25. Are they more or less empathetic than average?

26. Are they one to ask for or accept help? Or do they deny it altogether?

27. Do they believe in supernatural or spiritual things? 

28. Are they a person that gives or takes more? Is it intentional?

29. Are they judgmental when it comes to other people? Or do they not really care?

30. Who do they text or call most often?

Trench (Tier 5)

1. Any specific events from their life that changed them as a person?

2. Anything they are dreading or horribly afraid of in their current life?

3. Have they had any traumatic experiences? How are they affecting them in the current day?

4. Do they have recurring dreams?

5. Anything from their childhood that they still have?

6. Have they cut ties with people before? Why?

7. Any common thing they really struggle with?

8. Are they a good liar? Do they lie often or are they strictly against it?

9. What determines how they feel about somebody? 

10. Do they respect other people as a given? Does their respect have to be earned?

11. Any medications? How long have they had them?

12. Do they adjust their personality based on the people they’re around? How does it show?

13. How hard is it to get to KNOW them? Are they an open book or does NOBODY really know them?

14. Does true love exist to them? Or is it just a stupid myth people are obsessed with?

15. Do they have a “signature” article of clothing or item that they treasure? How did they get it and why is it so important to them?

16. How would they describe themself?

17. How is their comfort zone? Do they like trying new things or are they strictly a homebody?

18. One thing that will always make them happy without fail?

19. What do they usually spend spare cash on?

20. What’s their favorite place they’ve been to? What makes it special?

21. Is their life generally going how they’d expect it to be going?

22. Who were their role models growing up? Are they still their role models or have their views changed?

23. Are there any people in their life who they have complicated feelings toward? Are they still part of their life?

24. Have they ever killed? Would they?

25. How much are they willing to give up to help another?

26. Is their trust easy to gain? Is it easy to lose?

27. Are there any sounds that they particularly like or hate? 

28. Has their appearance or character changed over the years? How and why?

29. How do they feel about life as a whole? Has their perspective changed over time?

30. Free space for a random fact about the character!

#its almost 4am and i just had to retype all of the numbers bc they didnt copy over haha if theres a mistake i do not see it. #might do these for my ocs at some point if you guys want to see them feel free to recommend #i dont even know if the math is rigth. this might be 180

[spaceorphan18]

Which book should I read next?

Inspired by @ckerouac - I picked out one book from each of my eight bookshelves** - one that I haven't read and that's been on my TBR list for a while. I'm letting you guys decide which one to read! Let me know what you think! And I'll read the one you pick next....

**- one of the bookshelves is dedicated to Young Reader books, and sitting on top of it are a couple of books that my bother loaned me, so I've included that instead of an actual YR title.

Info about the books under the cut

From the Fiction/Classics bookshelf: Less by Andrew Sean Greer

You are a failed novelist about to turn fifty. A wedding invitation arrives in the mail: your boyfriend of the past nine years now engaged to someone else. You can’t say yes--it would all be too awkward--and you can’t say no--it would look like defeat. On your desk are a series of half-baked literary invitations you’ve received from around the world. How do you arrange to skip town? You accept them all.

From the Graphic Novels bookshelf: Sandman by Neil Gaiman (Vol. 1)

In PRELUDES & NOCTURNES, an occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey, Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all-powerful madman.

From the Sci-fi/Fantasy bookshelf: The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson

It has been centuries since the fall of the ten consecrated orders known as the Knights Radiant, but their Shardblades and Shardplate remain: mystical swords and suits of armor that transform ordinary men into near-invincible warriors. Men trade kingdoms for Shardblades. Wars were fought for them, and won by them. One such war rages on a ruined landscape called the Shattered Plains. There, Kaladin, who traded his medical apprenticeship for a spear to protect his little brother, has been reduced to slavery. In a war that makes no sense, where ten armies fight separately against a single foe, he struggles to save his men and to fathom the leaders who consider them expendable.

From the Mystery bookshelf: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman

In a peaceful retirement village, four unlikely friends meet up once a week to investigate unsolved murders. But when a brutal killing takes place on their very doorstep, the Thursday Murder Club find themselves in the middle of their first live case. Elizabeth, Joyce, Ibrahim and Ron might be pushing eighty but they still have a few tricks up their sleeves. Can our unorthodox but brilliant gang catch the killer before it's too late?

From the Non-Fiction bookshelf: The Great Green Room by Amy Gary

The extraordinary life of the woman behind the beloved children’s classics Goodnight Moon and The Runaway Bunny comes alive in this fascinating biography of Margaret Wise Brown. Margaret’s books have sold millions of copies all over the world, but few people know that she was at the center of a children’s book publishing revolution. Her whimsy and imagination fueled a steady stream of stories, book ideas, songs, and poems and she was renowned for her prolific writing and business savvy, as well as her stunning beauty and endless thirst for adventure.

From the Agatha Christie bookshelf: The Science of Murder by Carla Valentine

Agatha Christie is the bestselling novelist of all time, and nearly every story she ever wrote involves one―or, more commonly, several―dead bodies. And the cause of death, the motives behind violent crimes, the clues that inevitably are left behind, and the people who put the pieces together to solve the mystery invite the reader to analyze the evidence and race to find the answer before the detective does. Nearly every step of the way, Christie outlines the nuts and bolts of early 20th-century crime detection, relying on physical evidence to tell the real story behind the facades humans erect to escape detection.

From the Young Adult bookshelf: Scythe by Neal Shusterman

A world with no hunger, no disease, no war, no misery. Humanity has conquered all those things, and has even conquered death. Now scythes are the only ones who can end life—and they are commanded to do so, in order to keep the size of the population under control. Citra and Rowan are chosen to apprentice to a scythe—a role that neither wants. These teens must master the “art” of taking life, knowing that the consequence of failure could mean losing their own.

From (on top of the) Young Readers bookshelf: What If It's Us by Becky Albertalli and Adam Silvera

Arthur is only in New York for the summer, but if Broadway has taught him anything, it’s that the universe can deliver a showstopping romance when you least expect it. Ben thinks the universe needs to mind its business. If the universe had his back, he wouldn’t be on his way to the post office carrying a box of his ex-boyfriend’s things. But when Arthur and Ben meet-cute at the post office, what exactly does the universe have in store for them?

#books #i actually do want to read all of these so it's win win for me #this is fun RB I should try it once a month or something #i'm going to keep reblogging this until you all vote...

[moosemonstrous]

(don't mind me cannibalising my own bits from before 😳)

Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - build your own nightmare

Yegor Ivanov is in charge of security on a large, well-appointed quasi-military base housing twenty thousand people – mostly J-techs and their families, but also a sizeable assortment of soldiers, scientists, medical staff, relief workers and support crew. It’s the most stable job he’s ever had. The general populace is just so grateful for the giant robots he deploys to fight the ever-nastier demons crawling out of the Breach, he barely has to pay any attention to the actual security part of it. His subordinates haven’t reported a single issue they couldn’t deal with themselves in years. His approval makes or breaks people’s careers. He has the respect of the international leaders for keeping Hong Kong off of their priority list. Somehow, in this beautiful, messed up world he managed to carve himself out an existence most people can only dream of. It doesn’t come without its share of headaches, though.

He has been pretty careful in building his strike team. He has the final word on every new ranger. He’s been saddled with a Stark from the very beginning, but while the current one is prone to sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, there is a definite advantage to working with someone who can handwave away what would usually be weeks of financial advisory committees. That seems to be the balance of things – trade a tiresome but overall manageable personality defect for a fantastically useful professional benefit. If nothing else, Yegor is good at dealing with tiresome personalities.

Brooks is barely an effort – military history, some very helpful connections in the underground and, for the defect, as-of-yet undefeated idealism. He can't be trusted with the more... sensitive issues, but tends to stick to the point in meetings, which is why he usually leads on the tactical debrief. This, like most things, backfires as soon as Cho gets involved.

“We’re talking about positioning,” Brooks says. “We’ll get to the hindsight part later.”

“Not if you’re going to point fingers like that. I can’t tell for sure until I get the hide, but drone footage shows the scales opening under pressure, here, let me—"

“Gentlemen,” he interrupts before their argument devolves any further. “Before Mr Reyes loses consciousness, if you please.”

Reyes startles from where he’s been daydreaming in his seat at the table. Every now and then, when the light hits just right, his damaged eye seems to reflect it, like some sort of a nocturnal animal. Like he doesn't give Yegor enough creeps as it is.

There are vanishingly few advantages to having Reyes on the team, but Yegor only has himself to blame for this. Most of the old guard making decisions around Hell Charger’s fate ten years ago have either died or retired into obscurity; other than himself, there is scarcely anyone left to confirm whether the similarities he’s seeing are truly there or just a product of his imagination. Even the way he shreds the label off the bottle of water in his hands, a perfectly common nervous tick, or the way he fidgets like he can’t wait for the meeting to be over – everything is just a little too close.

Not to mention his uncanny overnight progress with martial arts. Or the way he used the chain to choke out a Cat-4 demon. The chain that, as far as anyone can tell, he never had any training with.

Eli was always so fond of his garrotte.

“Sorry,” Reyes mutters, and looks at the wrapper confetti in his hands like he’s only just noticed it.

“As I was saying,” Brooks shoots Cho an impatient glance, but if Cho can be relied on for anything, it is to switch his focus to the weirdest thing in the room and Reyes certainly matches that description. “The last three attacks confirm we need to shorten our approach time. The demons are clearly prioritising civilian targets over a head-on fight with the closest hostile. The jaegers were too spread out, and until the core replacement program gets going we don’t have the speed advantage.”

“I get that,” says Danvers. “But what you’re proposing gives us very little space to react without running into land.”

“Where the jaegers outperform a demon every time,” Brooks points out. “As proven yesterday – even a rookie like Reyes can catch one when the water only goes up to your knees.”

Yegor didn’t truly believe all of his problems would be solved by putting the kid directly in a line of fire, but some part of him is still disappointed. It’s like the universe conspires to ensure at least one Reyes is always a thorn in his ass, and removing it risks perforating a goddamn artery. On one hand, Razorback slithering right past Eden Assassin and making a beeline for the coast is certainly bad news – Yegor has by now learned not to underestimate it when the beasts develop new strategies. On the other, he can’t pretend he wasn’t hoping it will make a short work of Hell Charger before the others caught up to her. On one hand, he’s sure to get the credit for taking a risk on a new ranger and saving Taipei. On the other, the new ranger has so far evaded several ways his removal could be considered innocuous and if Yegor gets any more direct in his approach, someone will notice. Cho has already made him his new fixation, and Stark is like a dog with a bone – it was a mistake to play the hardass card with him to start with. He’s less likely to be helpful now that he’s fallen for the sad orphan routine. Yegor has been making too many mistakes around Reyes, and that on its own is also familiar.

“We have to run this by other Shatterdomes before implementation,” he says, mainly to head off further squabbling. He nods at Brooks. “Work with Reyes on his ability to follow a direct order until we get a confirmation.”

“That’s unfair,” Cho rallies to his pet project’s defence again. “What was he supposed to do, let that thing hit the pier?”

Amadeus Cho is a thorn all of his own. Yegor stopped worrying about him months ago, when it became clear that there was indeed nothing tying him to Banner’s untimely demise. This much interest in not just The Charger but her pilots, though... “Mr Reyes is present to defend his choices, if he so wishes.”

He could, too. Any ranger at the table would likely do the same thing – throw themselves at the danger instead of staying clear of it when told, like a functional human being. If either Yegor or Brooks were to really press the matter, at least one of the pilots would acknowledge it, and he isn’t looking to initiate any feelings of solidarity. Of course, in this one thing Reyes is more obviously like his father than like his uncle – he doesn’t run his mouth at every opportunity. If he spoke up, Danvers or Summers would try to assert their dominance, which would inevitably lead to an argument with the twins, who have been keen on preserving their lone agent status despite the circumstances. Yegor could use the resulting hurt feelings without looking like he has a stake in the game beyond what can be expected. Instead, Reyes merely shakes his head, further convincing everyone that he’s a harmless newbie rather than–

What is this kid, exactly? More than a liability – he’s a threat. Yegor panicked once already, hoping to engineer a tragic accident, and only ended up making the problem worse. He needs to keep a cool head about this. Reach out to Chau, maybe, see if he’s noticed any mutilated bodies showing up on the island. Refresh the surveillance kit so he doesn’t have to rely on Barton for everything. And put a better face on meanwhile – Hell Charger stopped Razorback from barging right into the coast, where it would’ve decimated the ground troops in a blink of an eye. The press is going to want in on the new hero, which will only make the whole situation that much more complicated. You can’t quietly remove someone whose mug is on every news report for a week.

Yegor doesn’t buy for a second that Reyes turned back up in Hong Kong after a decade purely by accident. Not when he’s clearly trained in all of Eli’s favourite moves. Not when he isn’t asking any of the obvious questions, like he already knows what the answers are.

Not when his mask slips sometimes, and he looks at Yegor like he’s only delaying the inevitable to watch him squirm.

##

(in the highly probable event this doesn't come across clearly, Razorback managed to slip past the jaegers and would've hit a beach if Robbie didn't react. He was ordered not to engage, bc that was the agreed tactic and the others were only minutes away. For ~some reason~ he decided to catch himself a demon instead.)

(yes it is my experience that 90% of any major operations is meetings that could've been a quarter of the time if people stuck to the point, Amadeus would be my enemy at work. I've also cut out his entire aside about ecological impact of trying to curtail urban run-off so that will probably show up elsewhere in a good time)

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #yegor ivanov #watch a man with a guilty conscience work himself into paranoia in real time

[polarnacht1]

Author interview

@myulalie tagged me for this one, thank you so much! Looking forward to doing this!

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

268 fics over three fandoms - 223 for Shadowhunters, 42 for Alex Rider and 3 for Heated Rivalry with hopefully more to come, but I don't think anything will ever beat Shadowhunters number wise...

2. What's my total ao3 wc: 1,672,711 words over the span of roughly four years... let's see if I get Ito the magic two million!!

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

I'm always on the fence whether to include my co-written fics here, this time I won't - but the first three spots would otherwise belong to my three fics co-written with Nadja_Lee (they're mentioned) later - and yes, I don't think that's a coincidence 😂 A Darker Shade of Love - Malace, E, 55 k After Alec lies about the Soul Sword, Magnus breaks up with him, turning his back not only on him but the Accords and the Clave in general. Outcast by the Shadow World after escaping Valentine, Jace joins forces with Magnus.  When Jace’s birthday is due, Magnus gifts him the one thing Jace truly desires: Alec. A Bond To Destroy - Jalec, E, 9 K When Jace and Alec corrupt their bond by committing eros, the true power of it enfolds. When Alec is captured and tortured by the Clave, actions are set in motion the Clave has not foreseen. But they soon will discover what it means to mess with Jace’s Parabatai. I Can't Be Until I Feel Your Touch - Jalec, E, 11 k When Magnus breaks up with Alec, Alec spirals downwards. Believing he is not worthy of love, he seeks outer pain to deal with his inner. Something that doesn’t escape Jace’s attention. When Jace sees Andrew flirting with Alec, he cannot keep his own feelings for Alec boxed any longer. Finally the boys admit their feelings and they get together. Now Jace only has to find a way to keep Alec’s demons at bay and make Alec truly believe that what they have is real and forever. Love Is More Than Just A Kiss - Malace, E, 7 k After Alec gets injured during a mission, he can’t wait to get home to his two lovers, Jace and Magnus, to let them take care of him. But it is not care that awaits him, it’s worry masked as fury and rage, and he finds himself being pinned to a wall. Instead of giving in, Alec pushes back and they fight but soon they are able to see what drives the other; the love for each other, greater than any misunderstanding or insecurity. The Future Carries Our Names - Jalec, E, 3 K When Jace and Alec meet, the spark is already there. But it takes a little while and a little push to set this spark on fire. But once on fire, nothing will be able to extinguish it. Is it a coincidence that all my most successful fics are E-rated with a healty dose of kink and/or D/s elements? Could be but I don't think so 😂

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Absolutley! I love the interaction with fellow fans. I also love to know that others are reading my fics and enjoying them. It's great to know which details people liked, what worked for them. Great friendships started like that, IRL and fandom alike.

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

That was acutally hard to remember, usually I write happy endings. But Fantasy Boy definitely is the winner. It's a short Jace & Jonathan fic with Jalec on the side: Jace is bound to Jonathan by the devilish Twinning rune. The powerful rune overules everyting else, even the Parabatai bond. There's just a strange longing left in Jace, ignited by a boy who visits his dreams. Will Jace be able to get rid of his dark bond to Jonathan when his fantasy boy kneels in front of him in flesh and blood - or will the darkness win?

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

This is even harder to answer 😂 Most of my fics get a happy ending or a hopeful ending, but I don't do overly sweet endings. But I pic Nocturnal Shadows, a 41K Jalec, Circle AU fic The Uprising is successful and Valentine and his Circle take over the reins in the Shadow World. Valentine has one true son, Jonathan, in whose veins runs demon blood. Valentine has an angel-blooded godchild, Jace, whom he deems too weak. To strengthen him, he decides to force Jace to become Parabatai with the son of one of his most loyal followers, Maryse Lightwood. Neither boy wants the bond but they have no other choice. The bond doesn’t care if the words are recited willingly or not, the Parabatai rune merges their souls together regardless. At first Alec and Jace loathe each other, but over time they learn that the true enemy is not the other but someone else entirely. It ends in a successfull rebellion, Jalec training young Shadowhunters and being utterly in love - not so different from others, but as it starts with a forced bond both loath (and each other) it feels happier

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really, I'm not really interested in them either. But, fuelled by a lot of wine and bad (fun) influence, I wrote a Shadowhunters/Lucifer crossover About Devils and Cats - T, Jace & Lucifer, 3k Lucifer escapes hell to run a nightclub and his father is not impressed. He captures Lucifer and turns him into a black cat to punish him. But Lucifer being Lucifer, he takes his fate into his own hands. When he lays eyes on a certain blond Shadowhunter, a devilish plan is forming...

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

I was a Jalec writer when the fandom was still active, do I have to say more 😂 I was called names and told to do some things, all on anon of course. I would lie to say that it didn't bother me at all, but also not as much as I would have imagined. Hasn't happen in a long time though, the perks of a dying fandom I suppose.

9. Do you write smut? *cough* occassionally 😂though despite the perception, only 102 of my 268 fics are rated E. But I like to write smut, and I indulge in it when I do!

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

Not that I know of

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

No, at least not to my knowledge!

12. Have you co-written a fic?

Several! The most (3) with Nadja_Lee for Shadowhunters also the longest ones! We wrote the incredible amount of 162.667 words together!! Fun times! Clash of Hearts - Jalec, E, 63 K Love Born In Darkness, Jalec, E, 77 K Bound Love - Malace, E, 22 K For Alex Rider I collaborated with @myulalie and @icebluecyanide: Vastly Different Things, Yalex, T, 4K What Goes Around Comes Around - Yalex, E, 7 k

13. What's your fav ship?

Currently it's Ilya Rozanov/Shane Hollander from Heated Rivalry (Game Changer Series), but Jalec and Yalex will always have a special spot in my heart.

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?

The sequel to The Absence of Hate, my longest Jalec fic (81 K, M). It has a Hunger Game setting and while the boys survive and get together, it's not yet over. The Games are still on, they're mentors for the next set of kids. I started the sequel and I know where it should go, but I don't have the energy to write another at least 80 k.

15. What are my writing strengths?

I'm good at working through my characters' emotions, what drives them. I'm good with hurt/comfort and angst, but I think that comes with the first strength. I'm good with kinky smut too.

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

I'm really not good with technical details as that bores me to hell and back. I'm also really bad at similiar looking words like thread/threat, food/foot - I of course know what each means, but when I write them I sometimes use the wrong spelling and I just don't see it no matter how often I proofread, I overlook them. In other people's writing I spot them though of course.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

It has to be done well and it rarely is. Please, for the love of god, only do it when you are really sure the other language is correct, and even then it has to make sense for the person switiching to the other language. Reading things featuring a German character is truly painful sometimes (you cannot translate the English endearment "love" literally to Germand - and Liebchen is really nothing this German character would say to a lover. Really, really not.)

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Shadowhunters!

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

There's one I want to write, but I don't want to jinx it so I won't mention it ... Oh and wolfstar (@icebluecyanide) 😂

20. What's your fav fic you've written?

I'm cheating now and mention one per fandom (and probably that changes each time someone asks The Absence of Hate for Jalec/Shadowhunters (M, 81k) Jace is fifteen when he’s reaped and becomes a tribute for District Eight to fight for his life. To make things worse, his mentor, the one person to train him and help him survive in the arena, is the boy Jace swore to hate for the rest of his life: Alec Lightwood.

Blood & Guns for Yalex/Alex Rider (E, 41 K) Alex’s new mission sounds suspiciously easy – go to Yassen’s favourite club, offer the man a drink and acquire information MI6 desperately needs in the process. Of course nothing is quite as easy as it seems, the club strange, the drink unusual, and Yassen is not the man Alex thought him to be. Winner's Curse for Hollanov/Heated Rivalry (M, 5k) Usually Ilya doesn’t mind being chosen for the winner’s room, but after today’s loss all he wants to do is go home and lick his wounds. Montreal has other plans for him, and Ilya isn’t sure whether he can forgive Shane for that.

This was a lot of fun (and took ages 😂). I'm tagging @icebluecyanide, @ravenjames, @kelkblr, @countessrivers and whoever else wants to do this!

#answered asks #jalec #yalex #hollaov #my writing

[riseofamoonycake]

The Light Side of the Moon

🌙 Pairing: Rudra x Moon goddess!reader

🌙 Setting: post Ragnarok

🌙 Warnings: mention of wine, sex (oral, penetration), nudity, death. 

Part 2 of 4: Shadows (Midnight)

Part 1

Where you are a moon goddess of immense power (like Tanit), but motherly, gentle and, after sorrowful relationships, afraid to fall in love again; but love comes to you anyway. 

And he has four arms.

🌒🌕🌘

This night is changing fast, but too slowly for your thoughts.

After the run, you sheltered yourself in a small garden that only a few know and laid yourself down under its willows, breathing heavily, shedding tears and trembling with sobs; the silence, broken only by the animals’ calls and the nocturnal wind that gently blows among the leaves, brought you peace and quieted you, but not your sadness and regret. What have you done? You ran away like a criminal and didn’t solve anything. You left your friends without a word of explanation and treated Rudra in the worst way, making yourself not only embarrassing but also despicable; right now you should go back and apologize properly to them all, because this isn’t behavior worthy of (Y/N)... no, this is not you.

Rudra, great Rudra, what are you doing to me? Please, get out of my mind now and forever, go away, go away…

Now, whenever you close your eyes, you see his gaze upon you and his joyful face, his smile is here to keep you company; and you finally understand the meaning behind the dreams that are visiting you in these nights, why they are always full of shivers.

There is a temple in them: the House of the Moon, your sanctuary, and inside it the throne that your human children built for you, the statue some of them keep on worship, the stone lions that protect the sacred vessels, and you.

Crimson garments cover your body, pearl necklaces and chains descend along your neck following the curve of the breasts, intertwining on the belly, reaching up to the pubis, closing over it in protection; serene, seated on your rich throne, you stare at the ocean in front of the House of the Moon, waiting for someone.

Your city hasn’t fallen yet, it is in its golden era: people come and go, ships of every shape and dimension arrive and depart from the wide port searching everything, there are a thousand languages and nations that meet each other, stories, destinies, change of lives; and among these paths and souls, you hear him coming.

Your eyes, deep and bewitching like the night sky, watch him getting closer and closer in the sunset, making his way to the temple; he brings with him a gentle darkness, which neither hurts nor frightens, and wrapped in his black robe, you find him alluring and tempting like a black tiger. The stairs that lead to your bronze doors seem to resonate under his steps, their echo being sucked into the jaws of the felines; but none of them will attack, they know that there is no danger in who is coming.

At this point, in your dreams you always shake: this really happened, but the face that came towards you then was not the one that the night visions show now, nor has the figure to which it belonged ever smiled with such sweetness ― and he never will do ―; yet, as soon as your guest reaches the destination and his shadow fills the threshold, stopping on it to contemplate you, your reaction show what you really think about it.

You stand up with all your majesty, opening your arms and smiling: the Moon, the Mother is ready, her inner and true sanctuary awaits in hunger. 

“Come, my lord, your spouse is ready.”

Your voice is melodious, a nightingale song; and Rudra, the Storm, can’t help smiling wider and kneeling in front of you, while you slowly approach him. With a gentle movement of the hands you close the bronze doors and the world is now far, far away from you two; then, your garments fall to the ground and all the jewels follow them with the sound of a thousand little bells, leaving you completely naked, or at least covered only by the last sunlight and the first moonglow.

“My love… will you stay or will you go?”, you softly ask, caressing his hair and kissing the hand that you take into yours, sucking his fingers; 

“I will stay”, he whispers to you, hugging and kissing your legs like a supplicant, “I will be there forever, and ever.”

Without other hesitations, the god welcomes your soft body as a blessing, becoming the offering you most desire: his hands trace the shape of your belly and pubis, caress your breasts and grab your hips, follow the roundness of your buttocks. His mouth begins to explore your inner thighs and what they protect, while his eyes don’t leave yours, capturing every part of you. “I’ll be here for you, my queen and moon”, you hear him whisper to your lips, before starting to feed himself with your fluids, licking and lapping.

In a few seconds waves and jolts of pleasure, shivers and moans become your only reality while you lean against one of the stone lions, shaking, panting and gasping without control; your thighs close in reaction, trapping his head between them, but the real prey is you, too weak to fight against such an hunter. 

Your body is flooded with sensations and you find it hard to breathe, let alone to think, and Rudra knows it; so, he deepens the grip of his fingers on your sensitive flesh, sucking and licking harder, teasing all your weakest spots outside and inside you, scraping, slightly biting, torturing you until you leave out a loud scream, the first of many others. You don’t give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but your body speaks for you…

… And so do dreams, which end here every night.

When you wake up, always at the same hour, the moon is spinning in the sky like a crazy ball, absorbing and showing your agitation; the body is covered in sweat and the mouth is dry from the many moans and sighs you left out, and your heart beats a mad dance: desire twists it, while your mind is prey to the saddest memories. Usually, it takes you some time to return to sleep, but the thought that they are just dreams, visions created by a loss of rationality and desires of the flesh, soothes your soul a bit; until now.

Now you are sure that they wanted to tell you something crucial for you, and you didn’t listen to them. You have already experienced all this, you know how it feels before and after, but you have not yet learned to foresee the situation and defend yourself against it; so, before it’s too late, you must run away from Rudra or he will take all your sanity, driving you mad. If your dreams are right, the greater danger is that you might thank him for it, and…

“Oh, finally I have found you. Do you feel better, (Y/N)?”

You jolt, barely holding back a scream. “RU-RUDRA?” 

Lit by the full moon, the God of Storms looks around him, then looks back at you and gives a slight smile, raising his arms as if to say: Who else?

It takes you a few seconds to recover from the surprise, but eventually you manage to put on a calm expression and stand up, approaching him with slight reluctance and without completely leaving your tree shelter. “… Why are you here, and how did you find this place?”

“The boys told me where you love to hide… and here we are.”

At these words you frown while piercing your gown with the nails, and shake your head slightly. Someone in the Hindu pantheon is going to have a bad time, later; but for now, you have to deal with another problem. You glance at the god, preparing yourself for the worst as you see him covering the short distance that separates you two; but he, perhaps sensing your discomfort, passes by you, leaving all your space intact and dedicating all his attention to the secret garden and its fragrant trees.

The surprised and admiring smile that curves his lips, the expression of a child who has just seen the rainbow for the first time, allows you to calm down and at the same time leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, something you can’t recognize ― you don’t want to. 

“I was worried about you…”, Rudra suddenly whispers, stroking the bark of an ancient willow and glancing at you, “but now I see there is no longer to be afraid: you are in very good company.”

“I was really sick”, you try to say with a faint voice, “maybe there were too many people in that room. And yet…” you stop for a moment, then sigh, “…and yet it was very rude of me to run away like this; rude, and shameful.”

The god smiles reassuringly at you, and you know he really means to be. “Don’t be silly, I don’t have to forgive you anything. You haven’t committed a crime!” He pauses, and immediately after the clinking of a raindrop shakes the trees. 

A thunderstorm is rolling in from the west, where the darkest part of the night awaits, and both of you stare at that flickering blackness for a long minute. The cold that comes from that corner slips into your flesh and bones and makes you shiver, and this seems to give new energy to Rudra’s words, who approaches you more and gently takes your hand in his, warming your fingers. “Are you really fine? If you want, I’ll stay here with you.”

For my own sake, go away. “… Yes, I’m fine.” A pause, and then something inside you takes control of your tongue. “And you can stay, if you want to. Your company is always appreciated.”

Rudra nods, then his expression changes as he begins to rummage under the cloak: “And you know what, I haven’t given you your present yet. Well, it’s not actually a gift…”, you hear him murmuring, while curiosity leads you to stretch your neck towards him, “… but since I found it, this little guy hasn’t wanted to leave my side. Surely you know more than me how to take care of it.”

Instead of being rational and leaving behind a dangerous situation once and for all, your gaze fixes on two of his hands, cupped to hold something colorful and quivering; your fingers gently open them to allow you to see better, and at that point the breath catches in your throat. You can’t believe what you have in front of your eyes: millenia have passed since then, and yet it only took a moment to make you go back to that time and bring to mind all the smells, the sounds, the life of your city. You can truly hearing and seeing the spring spreading in the woods surrounding the temple: the coast is full of sea flowers, the air is becoming clear and warmer, and flocks of migratory birds are returning home, filling the sky with calls and a thousand colors ― the same colors of the small bird that Rudra has just placed on the palm of your hand.

“And you? We are very far from home, this is not a suitable place for you, do you know? Here, here…”

You bring your new friend to the chest and begin to gently caress its soft plumage, looking at the deity standing next to you; aware of the sparkle in your eyes, you can’t help smiling. “Rudra… you have been there”, you stammer, the voice cracked by emotion, “you have seen my queendom.”

The God of Storms stares into the distance, as if chasing shadows that only he can see, and remains silent for a second; then, his face lights up.

This is a vision of incredible beauty, you think without even trying to deny having done it, and maybe involuntarily your lips part as if to give a kiss, or receive it.

“Your city is stunning under the moonglow”, Rudra reveals, “it shook my heart, a vision of such grace… the ancient port, the towers, the temple on the mountains…” He pauses for a moment, then his tone softens even more. “I think you should see it: not from afar, through the eyes of the moon, but with yours. Your presence is still there, but… but yes, you should return to your true home, and breathe your power again.” Another pause. 

Suddenly, a slight jolt goes through your body. Alarmed, you stop playing with the little bird and wait; Rudra is searching for the words to tell the world something that you won’t like at all.

“… And in that place, I finally understood how much I was missing you.”

Fine, that’s enough. “Please, stop.”

The god turns at you, his expression confused by your harsh tone, and stares at you as you lower your face to the ground, in great discomfort. Just as before he lit up, now you are darkening: as if things weren’t hard enough already, they get complicated. It was not enough to fall more and more under the weight of the curse that unites the gods and humanity; now you discover that you are not the only one to suffer this damnation. Until this moment your mind went in one direction and the heart in another, so the division has exposed your true will; but now it is different, because you absolutely cannot allow Rudra to suffer because of you, it would be unforgivable. Nothing has changed since then… nothing. Everything is repeating itself, going in the same way, and it can only have one outcome. You can’t really stay anymore, the jokes are definitely over.

“(Y/N)? What…”

You smile weakly, then start pulling away from him, backing away. “I think… I think that we have talked enough for tonight, and beyond. It’s time for me to go, it’s far too late. Goodnight, dear friend.”

Rudra tries to approach you and one of his hands reaches for your wrist, but yours stops it before it succeeds; immediately you intertwine your fingers with his, caressing them. It is a goodbye, but without any spoken word. There’s an infinite sadness, something similar to despair, in the way you look at him, and perhaps that most of all stops him from making any other moves, even if it doesn’t separate him from you.

For a few moments, neither of you breaks the silence, but in the end it is you who shatters the stillness, letting go of his hand. “The moon doesn’t match the storm, Rudra”, you whisper, feeling only emptiness, “there is no future for them. Let me go, let me disappear from your life.” Bitter, ruthless, the rest comes by itself. “You’ll be fine, you’ll live better without me. And one day, believe my words, you will forgive me for this sorrow. Just… let me go, and stay away from my darkness. I beg you.”

“Is that what you really want?” Rudra’s tone is calm, but firm: he is not willing to let you go so easily. “Because if it is what you desire, I’ll do it, I’ll respect your wish; but only in that case.”

The burning determination with which he keeps you anchored prevents you from lying, and so you are sincere both towards him and towards yourself. “No, it’s not.” You wait a moment before talking again, but when you do it is to end the matter, and avoid hurting yourself even more. “However, the fear I feel is the best for me. I can’t fall in love again: not with you, or anyone else. What happened in those times… it won’t let me.”

Are you really sure about this, my Great Lady?

Both you and Rudra jump and whirl, shaken by the voice that resonates within your bones.

For the first time, the little bird chirps desperately, then squeezes itself against your chest as if it wants to get inside you.

This is the last image you see before your eyes are blinded by a brightness so intense it makes you scream, and then you find yourself on your knees, your body crushed by terrible pressure. Your only thought goes to him.

“Rudra!” you scream with all the strength you have, curling up and holding your ears, your eardrums about to explode. If even an answer reaches you, you don’t hear it, and you can’t even figure out if he is there with you or if something, someone, has understood your desire literally and has divided you forever.

The light, a clarity that you know as yourself, takes over your whole being making you lose control over reality, and even the conscience.

🌒🌕🌘

Thank you @seijuuns-fantasy and @bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9 for your kinds words 💕

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok rudra #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #rudra ror #snv rudra #snv x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie rudra

[celestias-selfships]

Promo

The old Anastasia can’t come to the phone right now.

Why?

Oh, cause she’s dead!

Hi, I'm Anastasia, I'm 19, and I love selfshipping. I left the community and kept this blog for a while because I was not mentally ok and I was healing. I wanna be here and make friends here. I don't care about politics. I don't care what views you hold, I just wanna make friends. I'm a huge Swiftie. I'm down to share F/Os, if you don't want to and you don't want me to interact, let me know. If you have rules for people who have the same f/os, let me know and I'll follow them and tag.

turbulent INTJ, Hufflepuff (not supporting JKR, just liking the vibes of the hufflepuff common room and the double entendre), Reputation stan, harbinger of chaos, princess

Favorite artists: The Doors, Taylor Swift, Palaye Royale, Elle Lexxa, Siouxie and the Banshees, The Cure, Nine Inch Nails

Self insert: Celestia, an ex disney actress turned popstar.

tag: #I'll be the actress staring in your bad dreams

Celestia's wiki

F/O list with tags (in case we share, you can filter those tags if you want) and statuses (if no status, assume we're still dating)

Geralt of Rivia (not Liam Hemsworth, married, The Witcher) #linked by destiny

Alucard (Hellsing) #Hells Bells

Jareth (Labyrinth) #dance on fire as it intends

Damon Salvatore (weird on/off again fling, The Vampire Diaries) #maybe we got lost in translation

Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries) #with every guitar string scar on my hand

Elijah Mikaelson (The Originals) #never let me go

The Darkling/Alexsander Morova (Shadow and Bone) #Moonlit Drive

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) #november flush and your flannel cure

John Reese (Person Of Interest) #my knight in shining armor

Silco (Arcane) #we got the love in automatic

Viktor (Arcane #Gold Rush

Malcolm Bright #brighten up my life

Leon Scott Kennedy (Resident Evil) #whiskey on ice sunset and vine

Reno Sinclair (Final Fantasy 7) #aint it funny

Ferid Bathory (Seraph of the End) #nocturnal serenade

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer on Netflix) #Don't blame me

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) #the archer

Astarion (Baldur's gate III) #i was enchanted to meet you

Undertaker (Black Butler) #angel of small death and the codeine scene

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler) #carnations you had thought were roses

Connor (Detroit Become Human) #Can we always be this close

Karl Heisenberg (Resident Evil Village) #a shot in the darkest dark

Killian Jones (Once Upon A Time) #today was a fairytale

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) #is it cool that I said all that

Robert Montague Renfield (Renfield) #a love for the ages

Blade (Honkai Star Rail) #love the void

Patrick Jane (The Mentalist) #crazy = genius

August Ruthven (The Case Study of Vanitas) #red are the arms of luxuriant chairs and you won't know a thing until you get inside

Noe (The Case Study of Vanitas) #good old fashioned lover boy

Vanitas (The Case Study of Vanitas) #mr doctor man

Dwayne (the Lost Boys) #wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark

Jerry (2011 Fright Night) #take the highway to the end of the night

Kaeya Alberich (Genshin Impact) #like snow on the beach

Tartaglia/Childe (Genshin Impact) #Ocean blue eyes looking in mine Alhaitham (Genshin Impact) #life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

@canongf Hi, I'm the anon who is returning after a bit. thank you for letting me tag you!

#selfshipping #selfship community #selfshipping community #selfship promo #selfshipping promo

[silly-cryptid]

struggling with my ptsd rn so here’s some traumatised!katsuki headcanons on how bakugo copes with his ptsd

tw: uhh ptsd

bakugo gets nightmares. like real bad, waking up with his soul so deeply disturbed he feels sick at the memory of the nightmare. he dreams of the bodies of his friends, blown to pieces and charred, and in the middle of it all, him. eyebrows and arm hair smouldering, covered in the blood (and chunks) of the people closest to him. he’s terrified his nightmares will become reality if he loses control.

kirishima and kaminari get together to buy bakugo some lavender essential oil (as told to by mina) when they find out he has nightmares. “i don’t believe in all this witchcraft hippy bullshit” he tells them, but he dabs a tiny amount on the corner of his pillowcase anyway, not because he thinks the scent helps him relax, but because it’s a tangible reminder of his friends looking out for him.

he has trauma responses to tinnitus. every traumatic event in his life has been tinged with ringing in his ears from his quirk, and now every time he overuses his quirk and gets tinnitus, he spends the following couple of days having panic attacks and flashbacks when the ringing gets too loud. after a couple of days it dies down, and then finally he can get a good nights sleep. the tinnitus persists in his nightmares.

when he’s struggling, he inadvertently turns nocturnal. staying awake through the night to protect his loved ones while they sleep, and sleeping only in the day when they’re awake and therefore less vulnerable. bakusquad exchange concerned looks if bakugo shows up late to class because his shifting sleep schedule is an indicator of his mental state, and they start taking extra notes for him even when he’s in class.

He dissociates badly when his trauma is fresh on his mind. he will spend days upon weeks in a fog, going through the motions of living yet mentally being totally checked out and numb. sometimes he activated his quirk and explodes things when he’s like this, just to try and feel -something-. he’s grateful that his friends notice when he’s struggling and take notes for him so he can catch up, even though he’d never tell them that.

Intrusive thoughts are big for bakugo. usually along the lines of “you should blow up kirishima” or harming his other friends, he shouts at them to drown out the thoughts of hurting them. often the intrusive thoughts are a continuation of his nightmares.

Having been told his whole life that he’d make a better villain, with the LOV even going so far as to think they could convert him fills him with fear. he is scared of his own anger, worried it will one day kill everyone around him, and that he is actually just a villain at heart. nothing can reassure him that he isn’t destined to be a villain, and he works as hard as he can to prove to himself that he isn’t evil, even if he can’t quite bring himself to trust his own hard work.

#katsuki bakugo has ptsd #ptsd #whump? #bnha #i have kiribaku brainrot #kirishima kissing bakugos forehead when he wakes up screaming #playing with his hair until he stops hyperventilating #helping bakugo shower after panic attacks #trying every day to be stronger #to prove to bakugo that kiri is safe from him #that bakugo could never hurt him even if he wanted to #it makes bakugo feel safe

[crimsun-n-clover]

i get kin assigned characters constantly

“you remind me of crowley goodomens”

“you’re sooo like eddie strangerthings”

“has anyone ever told you that you remind them of jon magnusarchives?”

“you look like dream sandmancomics haha”

“southpark goth kid”

fuckin etc etc with anyone who’s a gay edgelord loser.

you wanna know who i REALLY relate to??

—zuul / vince clortho ghostbusters - evil demon dog muppet thing that’s really horny for sigourney weaver. breathes like it also has POTS and lives in a fridge sometimes. fucks around and finds out. inconvenienced? turns to stone.

—lego batman - loser but funny and deadpan enough for it to be passable. miserable and likes objectively bad music. fuckin bats. lives in the dark and is nocturnal. will adopt some random sad kid that crosses my path as my own and take them to sketchy places because hey, we’re here for a good fucking time kid.

—luke skywalker - gay hillbilly who befriends insane old people. too much like his father. just wants to drive around in his shitty little car and move out. pretty girl says something and he just goes okay that’s my purpose now. will steal shit if necessary. gets bored and overthrows the empire. will make deals at a bar with some rando criminal and suddenly whoops ride or die bestie

—samwise gamgee - so meow meow. so dyke. so hopelessly devoted. loves plants and some light drinking. holds serious fucking grudges. thinks the weird pretty little brunette is hot, snoops on him a little, suddenly is taking the ring to mordor because he knows too much. yeah sounds about right. not to get into his actual character or anything but DAMN that shit gets too real sometimes.

—daria mtvdaria - bitch with one friend. music nerd and total asshole, but in an autistic way. everyone around her either thinks she’s weird or almost admires her ability to just be so indifferent to social norms. parents push her in the wrong direction in an attempt to better her.

list to be continued.

now let me give some counter arguments.

—crowley goodomens - i may be a sunglasses indoors, all black wearing queer, who presents as any and all genders whenever, is kinda evil but in a campy disney villain way, raises bitchy kids, is very attached to their car, drives too fast, is a queen / velvet underground superfan, fucking WHATEVER. my polar opposite oldest best friend i was in love with hates my fucking guts. so SUCK IT. i WIN. and also i’m temporarily banned (self imposed, no one controls me but ME) from the velvet underground and queen because that shit gets too real when you’re gay and heartbroken. don’t fucking look at me right now man i can’t do this shit

—eddie strangerthings - really?? the cult of vecna??? temple of elemental evil is where it’s AT. he may have kiddos like me but he doesn’t LOVE THEM LIKE ME. i simply cannot see him taking sweet sweet lucas sinclair (who has done nothing wrong ever. in his entire life.) to waffle house. i do also have a rivalry with the basketball captain and therefore the whole team, but they only tried to hunt me down once and i intimidated them by chugging condiments. i play bass like a REAL sexy metalhead. and megadeth is better than metallica i don’t fucking CARE what you think. my battle jacket is way more kickass and i would love the smack the shit out of him for making dungeons and dragons “ohh!! that’s the stranger things game!!! the eddie game!!!!” and also people assume i’m talking about him when i bring up EVH. no. NO.

—jon magnusarchives - yeah okay maybe. skeptical asshole who’s that way to cope. you can’t explain it? i sure can. there’s something wrong with you. i’d at least like to think that i’m less of a dick and more sympathetic than him. also georgie is SO my type i would NOT be able to live with her as a fugitive like it’s nothing. rough exterior, cat loving and book nerd interior. but at least i’d be a hunt avatar. put fear into people the way i’ve felt it. the eye is kinda lame unless you’re an avatar and can just know shit. and when i find an author i like i immediately eat up everything they’ve ever written i don’t fucking care i love seeing common themes. also i would never talk shit about poetry it’s so fun

—dream sandmancomics - this one is mostly based on appearance and i haven’t finished the comics so like idk man but i feel like i’m better than him. just because.

#FUCK OFF TUMBLR

[cmcameron]

Favorite Webtoons that isn't Batman?

OOOOOOOOH! This one's a good one. XD Here's a list:

Morgana and Oz

"What happens when a struggling witch meets an angsty vampire? Either love or war. Morgana belongs to a long line of witches, and Oz to the rival vampire clan. After a chance encounter… and maybe a few stray spells… these two need to find a way to work together, or risk all-out war between coven and clan."

I love this comic, it's so cute. Colors are a 10/10 (you'll see a trend about me talking about colors).

Of Swamp and Sea

"When a monster hunt gone wrong sets two strangers on the same path, they discover their relationship may be more than strictly professional. Enter a world of dangerous beasts, dark magic, and perilous circumstance. When everyone has their secrets, the truth is as murky as the waters of the deepest swamp."

Love this comic's art style. A lot of the time Webtoons Creators use 3D backgrounds (which is 100% understandable, making webtoons are tough and anything you can do to make things go by faster I stand behind), but these mad lads are still drawing everything by hand. Colors are a 10/10

Eaternal Nocturnal

"The man of her dreams does exist… too bad she can’t fall asleep. When Eve is visited one night by a mysterious apparition, she finds that her chronic insomnia is miraculously cured. Meanwhile Dae, the dream eater, finds himself unexpectedly and unwillingly drawn to Eve. This can either be a dream come true or their worst nightmare."

Love the concept and how things are progressing so far!

Siren's Lament is also fantastic btw.

Lore Olympus

I'm currently fast passing these Episodes because I'm so desperate for content.

Suitor Armor

"Lady-in-waiting, Lucia believes getting through the royal wedding will be the toughest part of her new life. That is until she finds herself falling head over heels with Modeus, an up-and-coming knight to the king's guard. With her newfound interest, she is quickly awakened to the mysteries of the kingdom when she learns Modeus is in fact an enchanted suit of armor without a soul. Could there be more to him than just shining armor?"

God I remember Purpah doing a bunch of MSA stuff back in, 2012/2013 and I LOVED her color choices. I remember when she posted the first art piece with Modeus and thinking 'I reeeaallly want this to be a comic SO BAD' AND NOW WE HAVE IT AND IT'S A 10/10. Highly recommend.

Castle Swimmer

"What happens when your entire life is ruled by a prophecy – your future foretold by people you’ve never met, who died long before you were born. Such is the story of two young sea creatures. One believed to be a guiding light for his people, a Beacon who will lead them to a bright, prosperous future. The other is a teenage prince for who’s destiny is to KILL the Beacon so that HIS own people might thrive. When both reject the course set for them, it leads to a raucous adventure as big and unpredictable as the ocean itself – and a romance that nobody could have predicted."

I love the colors and backgrounds for this comic omg. YES.

Love Advice from the Great Duke of Hell

"The girl of your dreams barely knows you exist. Your friends can’t help. Your family is clueless. So where do you turn for love advice? Who can provide you with that essential assistance for the lovelorn? If you’re average everyday teenager Paul, you summon a powerful demon from deep in the recesses of Hell and frankly, hope for the best."

This comic cracks me up omg.

Arial Magic (Completed)

"The daily life of an apprentice witch."

I love the colors for this comic SO MUCH LOOK AT THE CLOUDS!!!! I hardly remember the plot (it's been awhile), but oh boy do I remember the colors.

Sithrah (Completed)

"Nirvana Page wanted to see the world. Traveling by private seaplane with her father on their annual vacation, together they explore exotic places and discover remarkable wildlife, and even if it’s only for a few days, she gets everything a seven-year-old girl could hope for. That is, until a mysterious force crashes their plane, separating Nirvana from her dad, and stranding her in a strange and unfamiliar land. It’s there she encounters SITHRAH—a mysterious being who could hold the key to finding her father—and begins a grand and perilous adventure that will bring her to the end of the world and beyond!"

Jason Brubaker does a lot of cool stuff, and I love his colors. Plus I love that he makes his Webtoon comic as a traditional comic first, then broke apart the pages to fit the scroll format. It makes it so that you can have a printed comic AND a webtoon.

Aka I love owning physical comics and I hope more Webtoon originals can be printed. Not just Lore Olympus.

Erma

"Erma is like any other normal child. She goes to school, plays with friends, and even spends time with the family. It just so happens that she is the daughter of a ghostly spirit and tends to use her haunting abilities for everyday antics, whether for better or for worse."

This comic has BONE vibes and I love it so much. I seriously think there should be more black/white wecomics. Not just because manga, no, it makes the process quicker and it makes printing comics SO MUCH EASIER. I love colors, but color correcting for print is a PROCESS.

Novae

"Raziol is an astronomer with a romantic heart. Sulvain is a kind-hearted necromancer with a troubled past. A strong connection forms between them as they discover the cosmos together, and their relationship blooms. But trouble lurks in the streets of Paris. When the body of a fellow astronomer is found on the steps of the Academy of Sciences, signs point to dark magic and Raziol and Sulvain’s lives become entangled in ways they could never foresee. LGBT+ M/M"

The... The colors are so good. ;w;

Fins & Crinolines

"When a mermaid and a centaur accidentally cross paths and decide to travel together, they end up on a journey that leads to more than either of them ever expected!"

Not a lot of episodes and episodes only come out sporadically (I can 100% understand, making Webtoons is not easy. Especially when it's a hobby/side project). But I LOVE THIS SO MUCH.

Punderworld

Another Hades/Persephone retelling and I AM ALL ABOUT IT. Solid comic.

#batman qa #batman questions #qa #questions #asks

[effervescentdragon]

this is kind of a no brainer but I am predictable :D

this is kind of a no brainer but I am predictable :D

SPEED?

you are my favorite thats what you are <3 excerpts under the cut because otherwise it's too long :D i mean, it is me so thats a given xD

okay so i have 45k written in redredred fic for fucking f1 and this is the ONLY instance of "speed" xD i have to step up my game and write more racing less angst and porn xD

"Can we go for the fastest lap?"

"Negative, we have the fastest lap."

"Okay. But - okay."

He does another fastest lap anyways, just to challenge himself. Max retires the car. Nobody can touch him, nobody even comes close, not even Max. He is flying, reaching the speed that he’d always dreamed of, and he can’t help but smile underneath his helmet. 

He wins the race. 

When he exits the car, the roar of the fans seems to be for him and him only.

however. the princess of monaco au has TWO "speeds" and im including paragraphs bcs im just like that, even though you've read it already :D <3

Watching the race makes Charles feel more alive than he ever felt before. The adrenaline, the speed, the skill of the drivers leaves him breathless. He clings onto Lorenzo and Jules alternately, and all three of them are absolutely beaming when, completely unexpectedly to most people, Sebastian Vettel crosses the line to win the Monza Grand Prix of 2008.

and then we have this :D

“Chopin?” He asks, and she laughs.

“Of course. Études or nocturnes?”

There is sun shining through the windows, painting shadows on the piano and on Charles’ fingers.

“Études.”

The music fills the air in seconds, his fingers flying on the piano keys with the speed and agility he only remembers from clutching the steering wheel, and Charles finds it easier to breathe with every scale that escapes beneath his fingers. 

#akira answers asks #wip asks #stormxpadme #<3333 #redredred reference #princess of monaco au

[weaselchild]

In which Laque almost recalls something

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Rain hit the windows of his bedroom, creating gentle white noise alongside the fan that seemed to be perpetually turning. His bed was soft but kind of scratchy, sheets littered with birdseed and feathers as he lay curled in the rumpled sheets. Several birds sing nearby. It was peaceful. It was quiet. He couldn’t make out the details.

Somebody entered his room to call him for dinner. He couldn’t see their face. Why couldn’t he see their face. Why couldn’t he see any of their faces. Who were they? Who…?

Laque sat up, gasping in cold sweat and the grasping feeling of homesickness in his chest. His room was quiet. There was no rain. The crops swayed in the wind outside his window. There were no birds. Just the silence of being alone, his tools strewn around him and half completed furniture left for the day after.

The moons were both visible from his window, pale glow filtering into his room as he slunk out of his bed. Socked feet met with the wooden floor of his home, fitted himself over a long few days. 

Yes, this was his home, built by his own hands with resources he had cut and mined himself, furnished by his own sweat and tears. He looked around at his clothing, strewn over his desk and the prototypes of his eye sitting on the table with various ores around them. Yes. So why was he feeling such longing? Who were those people in his dream?

His brow furrowed. A walk might clear his head.

He grabbed his jacket and slipped on his shoes by the door before beginning to head out.

Ashura always welcomed him warmly in the middle of the night with a pot of tea ready. He enjoyed these little rituals, curling up on the inn couch, watching other equally nocturnal humans running around. Delaila and Sifuu’s soft chatter was little more than a background noise as heat from his teacup seeped into his hands through his sleeves. Laque stared into his cup pensively, running through his dreams in his mind. Family he wasn’t sure he had (not anymore anyway), people he used to talk to but he can’t hear their words. People he used to text every day, remnants of another world, another time. He didn’t know…

A stray thought entered his mind.

Do they miss me?

Did who miss him?

…

He sipped at his tea. No one in particular came to mind. He supposed that answered his question.

#palia oc #palia fanfic #ask me about my ocs #laque dela rosa #im on that palia brainrot #my writing

[dykegnf]

nooo why the sandman is like my fav comic and show :(

see this is a complicated one. i completely understand why people like sandman because i think it’s a very interesting story. i had to read preludes and nocturnes for a graphic novel class and i also enjoyed all the colors. my main gripe is honestly w the show bc they leeched it of all the colors until it’s just goth guy in goth world. which i guess is fine but i personally don’t love that whole aesthetic thing netflix (and the broader industry) does where you just can’t fucking see anything and it’s all monochrome when you can. where’s the intrigue! the next part of this is i don’t like the way neil gaiman behaves himself in public and how people tend to just eat up every half-assed statement he makes like he’s singlehandedly tearing down homophobic legislation and throwing bricks at stonewall. esp after he said it would be disrespectful to terry pratchett or some shit if the good omens bitches kissed. i’m fully ready to be wrong but i just get heavy word-of-gay jkr vibes from the way he’s way too involved online and like. basks in the spotlight of being the woke without doing. pretty much anything to warrant it. i just feel like we keep not learning our lesson with things like this

also i don’t love amanda palmer but why is his wife (ex-wife? ik she took off during covid w the kids after he did something) 16/17 years younger than him

as for seeing sandman content it’s honestly not that deep i just don’t like when someone says dream and it’s not my dream :(

#you probably didnt want an essay but #i’m nothing if not a verbose hater

[wedgie-of-destiny]

The People, Yes

by Carl Sandburg

The people will live on.

The learning and blundering people will live on. They will be tricked and sold and again sold And go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds, The people so peculiar in renewal and comeback, You can't laugh off their capacity to take it. The mammoth rests between his cyclonic dramas. The people so often sleepy, weary, enigmatic, is a vast huddle with many units saying: “I earn my living. I make enough to get by and it takes all my time. If I had more time I could do more for myself and maybe for others. I could read and study and talk things over and find out about things. It takes time. I wish I had the time.” The people is a tragic and comic two-face: hero and hoodlum: phantom and gorilla twisting to moan with a gargoyle mouth: “They buy me and sell me . . . it's a game . . . sometime I'll break loose . . .” Once having marched Over the margins of animal necessity, Over the grim line of sheer subsistence Then man came To the deeper rituals of his bones, To the lights lighter than any bones, To the time for thinking things over, To the dance, the song, the story, Or the hours given over to dreaming, Once having so marched. Between the finite limitations of the five senses and the endless yearnings of man for the beyond the people hold to the humdrum bidding of work and food while reaching out when it comes their way for lights beyond the prison of the five senses, for keepsakes lasting beyond any hunger or death. This reaching is alive. The panderers and liars have violated and smutted it. Yet this reaching is alive yet for lights and keepsakes. The people know the salt of the sea and the strength of the winds lashing the corners of the earth. The people take the earth as a tomb of rest and a cradle of hope. Who else speaks for the Family of Man? They are in tune and step with constellations of universal law. The people is a polychrome, a spectrum and a prism held in a moving monolith, a console organ of changing themes, a clavilux of color poems wherein the sea offers fog and the fog moves off in rain and the labrador sunset shortens to a nocturne of clear stars serene over the shot spray of northern lights. The steel mill sky is alive. The fire breaks white and zigzag shot on a gun-metal gloaming. Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers. There are men who can't be bought. The fireborn are at home in fire. The stars make no noise. You can't hinder the wind from blowing. Time is a great teacher. Who can live without hope? In the darkness with a great bundle of grief the people march. In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people march: “Where to? what next?”