#S&S Chapter 9

[stromuprisahat]

Remind me again, why is ~he~ here?!

Siege and Storm- Chapter 9

It's not a team effort, Malyen. Army won't judge you as a couple.

Macho lowly otkazat'sya doesn't get to strike (again).

Please do!

This would work as much more powerful statement, if Mal were genuinely concerned for Alina's well-being and her OWN choice, instead of being pissed he's the one, who called dibs on her.

*whispers* That's exactly what's he gonna do...

For allowing you to keep breathing?!

Yeah, me too...

There's nothing more pathetic than an insecure man shouting.

Perhaps maybe insecure man deciding for "their" woman.

A minute of silence for an alternative universe, where Nikolai isn't so unreasonably accommodating, and has actual guards stationed at door, so they rush in after hearing shouting. They see a deserter attacking their Tsarevich, so they step in...

Is acting like a mindless animal supposed to make him look attractive?!

HoW DaRe You fLiRt WiTh My aCcEsSoRy?!

Because seriously- what's his problem here?!

Really?!

That's what's bothering you, Alina?!

I know Alina has some serious issues regarding self-worth, but I'd be more concerned about him acting as if she were his property, and anyone even suggesting she might have different role in the world deserves to be beaten by fists (because control is overrated and true men make a pub brawl out of anything)...

You're supposed to sit by hearth and warm my soup!

Sorry Malaria, but Alina IS THE Sun Summoner, want it or not. You can't just keep ignoring it and hoping she'll just slip into your shadow AGAIN. ... wait... *war flashbacks from Cofton* At least not as long as there are people capable of finding her and dragging her back into the story.

How can you be so SELFISH, Alina?! What about his soup?!

Just when the heroine moves to assume at least ~some~ responsibility (although for different reasons than you'd expect), she's promptly shamed for not thinking about Maaal for one (1) second... I love how he uses position of honour as an insult, because he's the one with full ownership of a public figure.

I know I'm apparently too demanding, but shouldn't he be overjoyed he didn't get shot on the spot yet? And no one seems too concerned about his desertion...

But hey- gf not discussing her decision to stop hiding from expectations placed upon her is obviously the more pressing matter.

Y'no. if his objection was that she completely forgot to negotiate change of his status in First Army with Nikolai (DESER*gunshot*), I'd cheer and fully support him, but his position in her love life and bedroom is apparently more pressing matter.

Also a huge fan of body language here.

What could crossed arms mean in body language? Rude, angry and insecure?! Sounds about right...

Ordinary deserter ORDERS a Prince and Major of the very same Army he fled...?

Yeah, Alina!

Mal wants his sickly housewife back!

Y'no, I wanted to note how quickly Malyen changed his mind about coming back, but then I re-read the end of previous book to be sure, and it's always been Alina. He wanted to get out, get rid of her amplifier and live his happy life in obscurity consequences be damned:

Shadow and Bone- After

His girl refuses to get rid of all of the stuff that makes her different, so he just has to settle for her fancy clothes...

Wow!

Supportive boyfriend here!

But hey- admitting she IS strong would mean giving up his dreams of watching her trudging after him.

He doesn't even have any idea what the Darkling can or cannot do! It's not some sort of professional opinion!

This one's kinda funny in a way- Alina had very similar thought about him and volcra a chapter earlier...

Siege and Storm- Chapter 8

... ashamed ... given up EVERYTHING to be WITH ME ... Don't tell me, Malyen's so blind he never notices what his (rather pointed) remarks do to Alina?!

I thought we both wanted to help Ravka.

No, Alina. He never did. We've been both wrong. He cares only about himself and his ownership of a small, inconsequential you.

This could offer an interesting view into a mind of a soldier so alienated from his country that offers him zero promises for the future, he cares for nothing... if he weren't such an inconsiderate dick to Alina...

Love this aspect of their relationship! SO empowering!

Like... He'd need to be extremely dull, if I wanted to interpret this as anything but clear fucking MANIPULATION. This is psychological blackmailing 101!

And he's supposed to be the supportive boyfriend SOMEHOW...

#Grishaverse #Siege and Storm #S&S Chapter 9 #grishanalyticritical #Malyen Oretsev #Alina Starkov #Zlatá Malina #Nikolai Lantsov #S&B After #S&S Chapter 8 #V #Grisha trilogy #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo #anti Mal #anti Malina #anti Leigh Bardugo

[skipandloafer-anime]

Redraw of today’s Skip and Loafer episode. This is one of the warmest, comfiest moments in the whole manga and it means so much to me 🍉

#skip and loafer #skip to loafer #s&l #mitsumi #iwakura mitsumi #sukirofa #stl #skip and loafer episode 9 #been busy but have been watching #and reading!!!! latest chapter made me care for fumi so much #have so much to say later #my fanart #redraw #redraw mitsumi

[mofffun]

Dec 27 release: EP vol. 3 + OST vol. 3

Character song album: Jan 24 -> moved to Feb 7

tracklist

EP 3:

Pride and Brave 歌/高取ヒデアキ

Just we go 歌/NoB

I'm still alive 歌/鎌田章吾

OST 3:

宇宙の片隅の惑星・チキュー

全力キング(インストゥルメンタル2 TVサイズ)

シュゴッダム〜2 years after〜

ンコソパ〜2 years after〜

イシャバーナ〜2 years after〜

トウフ〜2 years after〜

ゴッカン〜2 years after〜

歴史から消された物語

ジェラミーの決意

狭間の国バグナラク

この目に隠された秘密

民を思いやる王の気持ち

国境を越えた友情

憎み合う種族と種族

宇蟲王ダグデド・ドゥジャルダン

チキューお片付け遊び

地獄の底から蘇りし者

宇蟲王の鉄槌

チキュー存亡の危機

大いなる奇跡の力

シュゴッダムの動く城

我ら王冠を戴く戦士!

Bonus tracks: ringtone of the 7 kings

#i hope 8 is mysterous 9 is the choir one and 13 should be the touching piano #'vol 3 is gonna feature music from the new chapter!' You haven't even finish releasing chapter 1's!!! #ko news

[whumpflash]

Penumbra: Unjust

for Angstpril, Day 9: Devastation

cw: aftermath of torture, mentioned hand whump, death/war mention

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The trial of the Shadow King was surrounded by all kinds of ceremony. Gaiety and gruesomeness found common ground as people celebrated what was sure to be an impending execution.

Tansy wasn't sure what to think of it all.

The festivities were fun, more elaborate than they'd ever seen, despite the murmurs from the locals that it would've been grander were it not for the now-ended siege.

Siege or not, it was still many times grander than any of the small-town festivals Tansy had attended growing up. But they weren't exactly looking forward to the event it was all leading up to.

Not for any loyalty to the overthrown monarch. To hell with the Shadow King, his end couldn't come soon enough. But watching that end happen was a different story.

They knew the finer details of the trial had already been sorted through before the public portion; really, only the final verdict and sentencing was left, set to take place in the spacious city square. It was already full when Tansy arrived, people packed in like fish in a net. They were intent on at least watching the end of the trial, even if they hadn't made up their mind about whether they'd stay for the execution or not.

The morbidity of the event gave them pause—in the little seaside village they'd grown up in, punishments weren't publicized—and while they'd witnessed countless deaths on the battlefield, this would be different.

But didn't they want to be there for it? Didn't they want to see for their own eyes, that the tyrant was really, truly gone?

Didn't they want to feel like all their ghosts could finally be put to rest?

Tansy had been seventeen when they'd seen their first battle.

Sixteen, when they were forced to make their first kill.

Fifteen when they'd seen the smoke.

Lost their home.

Buried their family.

And all of that was because of Cerus. Every sacrifice they'd made, every personal boundary they'd crossed, was to see his defeat.

So they would see his defeat.

They'd never met the king, of course they hadn't. They'd faced his soldiers, his orders, his unjust laws, but never the man himself. To Cerus, Tansy was a nobody in an army of nobodies. But the nobodies had prevailed.

They didn't know what they expected to see as they craned their neck to get a better view of the center of the square, where the Shadow King would be brought to hear his sentence.

A beast, perhaps. A monster. A towering man who looked as ghastly as the dead he raised. Certainly not the wretched figure that was dragged onto the cobblestones.

The chained king had been dressed in rags, blindfolded, and gagged. His skin was nearly translucent, painted in dark purples and greens and criss-crossed with jagged lines of red, and his hands were chained in front of him, so swollen and misshapen Tansy had to look away.

They locked their eyes on the ground, willing themselves not to look up, wishing they'd never come to the square, wishing they could erase the sick feeling of pity growing in their stomach.

Cerus didn't deserve their pity. Cerus deserved everything he'd gotten and more.

But no matter how true that was, no matter how much hatred they had for the king, they couldn't see him as anything other than human.

A horrible, merciless one, but that didn't make him any less a person.

"People of Feyadel." A voice boomed through the square, and Tansy looked up to find its owner. General Nisha, one of the rebel leaders.

"You gather to hear the Shadow King's fate." The General paused, their lips tightening to hint at a grimace. "After much deliberation, an outcome has been decided by the New Council." Their gaze slid to Cerus, eyeing him with contempt. "Cerus Hollowthorn. Former ruler of Feyadel. Dark mage, necromancer, and self-proclaimed Lord of the Undead."

The crowd was silent, a thousand people holding their breath.

"You are sentenced to live."

A tangible shock swept through the crowd like a tidal wave, murmurs of disbelief following in its wake. To live? Why wasn't the Council going to put him to death? What were they thinking?

The General continued, their voice louder now.

"It has been determined that death is not a sufficient punishment for Cerus's crimes," they said, and the crowd began to hush once more at their words.

"He will not die, but serve. He will be stripped of his titles, his lands, and his magic, and he will slave away in his own mines, toil in the shipyards his armies demolished, the fields he burned. Cerus will not die, but with his own hands will be forced to rebuild all the lives he sought to destroy."

At this, cheers erupted from the surrounding crowd.

Tansy wanted to join them—wasn't it a fine example of poetic justice?---but couldn't find their voice. They were unable to shake their utter conviction that death was enough. That death would have been enough.

But they dared not speak of that.

The sealing of Cerus's magic took place in public, as his execution would've. Holy mages called in from distant temples brought out needles and bowls of ink, tattooing runes onto Cerus's bruised flesh, chanting all the while.

The Shadow King didn't struggle. Perhaps he was too weak, or perhaps he'd resigned himself to his fate. Tansy wondered if he had even an ounce of regret; if not for all his wicked deeds, at least for the choices that had led to this moment, but even if the blindfold were not present, they'd be too far away to read his expression.

Slow and steady, the runes spread up Cerus's arms like the tendrils of a kraken, reaching up to circle his throat. The Shadow King fell unconscious before the ink reached his shoulders, but the priests paid him no mind, continuing their work until each arm and a good portion of the man's neck was covered in the black markings. They finished with one final rune, about the size of a hand, etched over his heart.

As Cerus was dragged away, Tansy found they couldn't stop themself from imagining what it would be like; to have everything taken from you, to be hated, powerless, alone. No matter how earned it was, it made something in their chest ache.

Sound bloomed around them once the chained king was gone, music and laughter and cheerful shouts, but Tansy felt numb to the jubilation.

They might've been able to celebrate a death. Something quick and deserved. A life of promised torment, in the shadow of the hatred of your former subjects, wasn't something they could find joy in.

They left the square without so much as a glance at the surrounding festivities.

Despite the hard-won victory, despite the promise of peace for Feyadel, Tansy knew they wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.

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@whumpwillow @rabbitdrabbles @kixngiggles

#angstpril2023 #fic #day 9 #devastation #now i need to change chapter 2's title to fit my 'un' theme #also wanna draw the rune tattoos #penumbra: shadow king #whump writing #villain whump #royal whumpee #villain whumpee #hand whump #whump aftermath #tw torture #i wonder where he's going next :) #also i love Tansy

[eemoo1o-animoo]

The gift of hindsight is incredible, because with the knowledge that she’s the killer, all of her expressions are just blatantly so suspicious.

#she still looks super pretty though. don’t care for the bustily bobbily boobilies on chapter 9’s cover though #black butler #kuroshitsuji #madam red #madame red #angelina dalles #the manga #image #chapter 6 #red butler arc #original post #em’s manga reading experience

[bebebisous33]

Jinx: Perfect Lover 🌹🌹💘💞

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[twonines]

sketches from twitter

#guess who finally got around to playing dod3 #stopped playing around chapter 3 iirc but GOD this game is so fucking funny i swear to god #mikhail is so cute i wish zero was a little bit nicer to him :( #oh and also Dito . [ stares at him very intensly for five minutes straight ] #hes so so fucked up but i love him #hes like route c 9s but cranked up 10 notches #Guy who only played nier automata seeing a sadistic fucked up twink: Getting a lot of nier automata vibes from this one #but yeah anyways um. Expect more dod art from me i think?!?!!?!? #ill get to dod1 eventually I prommy guys #drakengard 3 #i am actually unsure how to tag the characters so Ill come back to it later ig #nier automata #2b #yorha no.2 type b #9s #yorha no.9 type s #oh and . Sans undertale is here

[cock-holliday]

Bait & Switch

Chapter 3/

(Chapter 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8)

Post-Dreamland AU

Fandom: TXF

Rating: T

WC: 1628

At the station, local police filled them in a bit more on the pastor, giving details about the compound, the suspicion against him, and the concern for retaliation against law enforcement. It seemed like the goal was to scare the pastor with a visit from some suits. The officers suggested that a religious background might be a good connection to the pastor, nodding to the necklace around Mulder’s neck. Beyond that, if Pastor Graham decided to blow them away for stepping on his property, it would be no major loss to Kersh.

Mulder asked follow up questions, growing steadily irritated when the officers would give their answers to Scully and not him. Eventually the pair got the answers they were looking for. Apparently Pastor Graham was giving a talk in Maryland and would be back tomorrow–they couldn’t speak with him today. Mulder wanted to get a look at the edge of the property while the pastor was away, and a young officer snorted a laugh at the prospect.

“Don’t get your pretty panties in a twist, girl,” the officer replied, “You’ll see it when you go tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” Mulder hissed, the outrage blooming in his chest when the officer only smirked at his words.

“Hey,” Scully snapped, voice growling as she stepped in between Mulder and the officer, “That is a federal agent you’re talking to, Officer Claypool. You’ll show her the respect she deserves as your superior.”

The officer ducked his head, “Sorry,” he huffed, “It was just a joke.”

“You wanna talk about a joke?” Scully continued, “Let’s talk about this sloppy investigation. He’s a suspect in a potential terror situation and you don’t have eyes on him when he leaves the state? You haven’t been to the property yet. You don’t have a list of the members of his congregation or whether they are part of his militia. It seems like all you’ve done so far is piss me off and degrade my partner.”

The officer shrank back at Scully’s words.

“Now,” Scully went on, her tone growing calmer, “We’ll be back tomorrow. And when we are, you better have things in order for us.”

“Yes, sir,” Claypool nodded, not meeting Scully’s eye.

Scully nodded, “Good.”

She looked to Mulder, nodding over her shoulder for him to follow her out.

Once they exited the door, Mulder let out a snort.

“Feel good?”

“Extremely.”

Scully unlocked the car and they both climbed inside. Silence began to settle over them as she put the keys in the ignition.

“I’m sorry, Scully,” Mulder said softly, breaking the silence.

Scully paused, “For what?”

“How they talk to you,” he explained, “I knew people did but…”

“It’s different to be the one they say it to?”

Mulder nodded gently, “You don’t deserve that.”

Scully smiled, reaching across the console to squeeze his hand. Mulder was amused at how small his hand felt in hers. Her hand was all-encompassing. Warm. Comforting. He hoped that this was what he did for her.

Scully let go of his hand and started the car again, then paused.

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

The way they talk down to you? Very.

Before Mulder could reply, Scully nodded to him and her eyes fell on the cross necklace, “Wearing that, I mean? I know it’s not your faith…and pinning it to you like this…”

Mulder huffed a surprised laugh, “Oh. This?” he touched the necklace, “No–I mean, it’s not even the first time I’ve–”

The realization of what he just said hit him at the same time it hit Scully. Her eyes were on him, piercing. It was so bizarre to be under the scrutinizing gaze of your own eyes. Stranger still was seeing Scully’s expressions on his own face. It was his eyes. It was his mouth. But it was the way Scully searched his face for an explanation. It was the way Scully’s lips parted slightly in concern. She looked like him, but there was no mistaking the Scully under it all.

“The first time you what?”

It was framed as a question, but it wasn’t. Or at least not what, but when.

“When you…” Mulder’s mouth felt dry, “When you were abducted, and I kept it safe for you. I wore it. I didn’t want to lose it.”

And it felt like a piece of you was with me when I wore it.

Scully swallowed at his words, “Oh.”

She turned back to the wheel and stared ahead, and Mulder wondered if he should have lied.

Scully blinked rapidly and it occurred to Mulder that she was trying to keep tears out of her eyes.

“Thank you,” she said softly, so quietly Mulder almost didn’t hear it.

He nodded, but she wasn’t looking at him.

“We should go,” Scully concluded, taking the brake off and gently pressing the gas.

After work, the pair thought it might be best to stay in the same place. They settled on Mulder’s place, but Scully was going to need some supplies for Mulder. She would pack clothes and toiletries, helping him to get ready in the morning. Who knew how long they would be like this. Mulder would need to learn her routine–or at least a modified version of it. After Scully packed a bag at her apartment, they reached Mulder’s place in no time. 

Scully sat the bag down by the couch and sighed loudly. They both were worn out.

Mulder disappeared into the bedroom to clean up the place while Scully ordered them food. He was surprised and horrified to find a water bed and a mirror on the underside of the canopy top. Did the Gunmen do this as a joke? Was the universe so out-of-whack that his bed also had to be ridiculous? He shook his head, resigning himself to moving the remaining boxes around. When he reemerged, he felt even more exhausted. “I cleaned up the bedroom a bit,” he explained, pulling a curious look from Scully, “You can have the bed.”

“Oh,” Scully replied, then seemed to think on it, “Are you sure? I can take the couch. I’m sm–” she stopped herself.

“Smaller?” he laughed, “Not right now you’re not.”

Scully laughed a little, “Okay. Thank you.”

Mulder sat down hard on the couch, and the stiffness of the furniture weighed on his body. He frowned.

“What is it?” Scully asked.

“It…just occurred to me,” he told her, “I’m used to the couch. But you aren't.”

Scully’s eyes widened in understanding, “Oh. You’re right.”

Part of Mulder wanted to push ahead. He could tolerate the couch. It was his pain after all. But was it? If they woke up tomorrow and switched back, he didn’t want her waking up sore.

“We can just share the bed,” Scully told him.

Mulder bit his lip, deciding. On one hand, they’d be on the same level. Neither of them resigned to the couch. On the other, sharing a bed with Scully both delighted him and made him very nervous.

Scully rolled her eyes when a knock rang out on the door, “Don’t overthink it, Mulder,” she said, “I can hear the gears turning in your brain.”

Scully answered the door, collecting their food and paying the delivery man.

The pair dug into their pizza, watched half a movie, then decided to turn in. They took turns in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. Scully initially packed pajamas for him, but Mulder asked to wear his own clothes to sleep. He was grasping at straws of familiarity, and Scully fortunately wasn’t offended. A pair of Mulder’s boxers were like basketball shorts on him and he swam in a t-shirt. In the end, they both moved to grab Mulder’s Oxford sweatshirt.

Scully laughed and stepped back, “You can wear it,” she said.

Mulder had to admit, he was deeply curious about seeing her in his clothes. Regardless of who wore the sweatshirt tonight, he would get to.

Mulder slipped the crewneck on over his head and Scully gave him a lingering look. He wanted to press and ask what was on her mind, but he got the feeling that they were thinking the same thing. Mulder climbed onto the bed, surprised how small he felt in it, and flopped overtop of the covers. He stared up at his reflection in the overhead mirror and tried to tamp down the way his heart fluttered.

Scully climbed in hesitantly next to him, sliding underneath the sheets.

“Do you want in the bed?” Scully asked.

“I run hot when I sleep,” Mulder explained.

“You do, but I don’t.”

She was probably right. He slid under the covers, avoiding looking up at their reflection–the image of them in the bed together. He closed his eyes, sighing and settling in.

“Why a waterbed?” he heard Scully ask.

Mulder’s eyes snapped open.

“The mirror I get, I guess,” Scully clarified, “But a waterbed?”

“It was like this when I came in here,” Mulder sighed, “It’s been a long while since I’ve slept in my bed, but it was a normal bed last time I did. No mirror either.”

Scully’s brow rose, “You didn’t do this?”

“Maybe the universe did.”

Scully snorted a laugh, “Right. You know you can just tell me if you did. You don’t have to make things up because you’re embarrassed.”

Mulder rolled his head over to look at Scully, who was suppressing a smirk.

“I know my tastes aren’t everyone’s slice of pie,” Mulder explained, “But I can promise you I am not a mirror-on-the-ceiling type of guy.”

Scully snorted and rolled over, facing away from Mulder, “Must be true–it rhymes.”

Mulder bit his lip, trying not to laugh. Looking up at the mirror, he could see a smile on Scully’s face.

“Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

#txf #msr #txf fanfic #xf fanfic #fictober22 #b&s #b&s chapter 3 #day 9

[flokali]

im so happy you agree because luke IS a puppy with a big heart !! i could talk about him all day because he's just so ?? my second favorite is artem. i love the little detail of being able to pull his tie down lolol

i haven't played in forever so im hoping the new cards are looking sick as hell! be careful not to spend too much ok?

- (luke lover)

OMG, Luke Lover !! I’ve limited myself, huhuhu;; Had a spiritual awakening when I saw the expression on my sibling’s face when I told them about the sixty bucks… I never thought a 15 year old’s gaze of disappointment could be so cold (TT)

Yes, Luke is so… puppy-coded, baby boy waited 8 years and never forgot you and is willing to sacrifice his own happiness and well-being for you, he makes me sick (positive). I love, love Luke because his love for MC is so pure and he’s just such an interesting character! Like, the little glimpses we see into his past, those 8 years training away from you, when he goes “Raven” and loses the spark in his eye, especially when it’s because he does it protect you (TT);; The scene in the first event, “Lost Gold”, where he breaks the guy’s finger? And is like… “talk or else you lose the other nine”, that’s one of the first times we see “Raven”, and it’s like, wow… do that again. And seeing him progress… especially his latest Sweet Chapter story, my boy is going through IT on the Main Story (all of them are tbh) but I’m delusional so the MS doesn’t exist for me and Luke is healthy, happy, blessed, rich, famous, loved, and totally 100% fine mentally and physically (^_^)

And Artem (TT), Mr. Wing give me one chance I’ll blow your mind and coc— he’s just so!! Malewife-house-husband-breadwinner-hopeless-romantic-coded, I feel like… even if you’re not an Artem stan, you can appreciate him! And! And! And! His tie… please, whenever I go bother him it’s the first thing I do, his face when you pull it down, the little blush before he fixes it, the way he adjusts it… he’s just so !!! There’s just something about how he’s the oldest LI but he’s also the shyest, the one who pins and pins to the point those around him are begging him to do something already! Celestine really is his number one hype-woman;; she’s probably going to be the one to celebrate the wedding the most when you get married (TT) And the little things he does to be with you? The watching romance movies, reading books, noting down things he thinks you may like, the going out of his way to be with you/near you, the way his demeanor changes when you’re around… All of his cards and stories are so !!!

Ughhh, I may love Vyn to hell and back (mostly to hell) but if I were MC, I have to say, Artem or Luke would probably be my choices as lovers. Don’t get me wrong, Marius and Vyn are probably one of my favorite characters in media, period, but Artem and Luke are peak boyfriend - fuck, even just friend - material. I don’t think there’s ever been a franchise where I’ve rooted so deeply for a character to end up with the MC/Player as ToT with Luke or Artem (+_+)^^

#๋࣭. luke lover #๋࣭ offerings #don’t worry luke lover nonnie… before I press that silly pay button i’ll remember you </3 #i’ve been catching up on ToT after almost 4-ish months of not playing #currently finish chapter 9… we are in the trenches lads #in fact;; i’ve been really into the newest collab they did with the museum !! #i’ve got the vyn mr and i’m working towards getting marius >_> #i’m questioning if to try for luke and artem but i’m so temped but i don’t have enough s-chips (TT) #tears of themis… ily thank you h*yoverse for birthing these men i’ll forever be in your debt

[gwib-swib]

#gwibiverse #gwibiverse 60's #60's #ari derain #richard flores #seb salah #elliot worthing #chapter 9

[20001541]

with Tomura being destabilized, this would be the perfect opportunity for All for one to try one last desperate attempt to regain control, perhaps even using that last-ditch tactic

YES! I was actually going to make a seperate post about it but I'll just say what I wanted to say here

I know a lot of people are insisting afo will not return in vestige form because tomura destroyed him, but if that's the case then why is he able to still use the afo quirk? I think if afo was fully destroyed then he wouldn't be able to use the afo quirk at all. the translation also makes it sound more that tomura merely suppressed afo back similar to how afo suppressed tomura in the back of his mind when taking control. so if we're weakening tomura then this gives vestige afo the opportunity to take advantage of this weakness and regain control. which will be bad (for them exciting for us) as izuku is trying to give tomura ofa!

as of now I feel a lot more confident that vestige afo will return, maybe once they start going through more of tomura's memories. I could be wrong but the fact that we still have that whole trump card mess that we haven't figured out what exactly it is might mean a vestige afo appearance soon

#leaker mentioned how recent chapter feels similar to ff/9's final dungeon which is hori's favorite game btw #to which I agree and ff/9 had an unexpected final boss at the end so 😶 #you know I've always assumed vestige a41 would've gotten his hands on ofa by force #but now izuku is willingly giving tomura it as a way to break through to him #so unexpected but I'm not complaining I think it's interesting

[stromuprisahat]

Siege and Storm- Chapter 9 (Leigh Bardugo)

It's understandable to lie to your subordinates about your identity, if you're a rogue prince.

It's completely unaccaptable, when you're a war general, semi-mythical bogeyman and your misdeeds could be used as an excuse to destroy a whole persecuted minority alongside you.

For a person, who constantly lies even to herself, Alina seems pretty hung up on other people's deceptions.

#Grishaverse #Siege and Storm #S&S Chapter 9 #grishanalyticritical #Nikolai Lantsov #Sturmhond #Alina Starkov #The Darkling #V #Grisha trilogy #books #quotes #Leigh Bardugo

[thedemonscrawler]

writing on Permission Slip and like

sooooo much of this fic is built around Moon.

which is kinda funny, because really he’s just Sun’s +1. Sun and Freddy (when we meet him) are here to help Gregory. Moon is being more or less dragged into this against his will.

but that’s the thing, is that things are literally built around Moon

we picked up some paperwork specifically worked out to allow for loopholes around his programming. the route we’re taking through the mall has to be picked, not based on security clearance, but by ambient light levels. i’ve got a timetable written up to make sure major events land more or less between patrol cycles.

like this guy is just an ongoing obstacle here smh

#idk rambling instead of writing #w ho o p s #if it's not clear Moon does start getting a more active role later in the fic #anyway did some nailing down of scenes and we're up to 9+ chapters #looking like it might be 11 or so chapters? maybe 12? #but then again we'll find out when i start writing the scenes #cos things might have to get split up again #chapters 4 5 and 6 all used to be one chapter 8') #fanfic:PermissionSlip

[dirtyoldmanhole]

'various gunter expressions/scenes from the slowburn' wip i mentioned on the main art blog ;)

#own art #my heart when i realize he gets happier in chronological order: T______TTTT;;;;; #chapter 9's is genuinely hilarious tbh i can't wait for you to see that scene

[vacantgodling]

white chocolate for paramour!

thank you for asking!

White Chocolate: tell me a bit about the happiest moment in your wip.

this is actually a bit tough bc paramour isn’t like a… traditionally happy wip? it’s very weighty and tends to linger in the realms of sadness and anger (especially) and deception and lust. i think in general happier moments are usually when amon and hya are bickering so like… the happiest chapter is probably going to be chapter 9 — masquerade because it’s when amon and hya formally establish their relationship as master and paramour. it’s gonna be fancy dress ups, bickering, dancing, and ends in sex so!! it’s literally the crest before everything tumbles downhill rip

#coincidentally i’m working on chapter 9 now lol #s: paramour

[inairbinad]

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson; 9/12 chapters; Explicit

Things are progressing for our boys...read chapters 8 & 9 on ao3 now!

A future fic where Steve gets a glimpse at an alternative universe where Barb survived, causing a cascade of changes in their lives that somehow leads to him being practically married to Eddie Munson. By the time he's thrust back into his regular life, he's got some decisions to make about how he wants to live moving forward, especially when Eddie comes crashing back into his world.

“I cannot believe you’re wearing that,” Robin had eyed him skeptically as they both got ready to work through closing. “I’ve only ever seen you in it when we go to clubs, and the very gay ones at that.”

“I have definitely worn this to work before,” Steve argued, once more checking his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing his best pair of jeans that he knew for a fact his ass looked great in, along with a black crop top that had Pretty Boy printed across the chest in stark white letters. 

“I’ve literally never witnessed that,” Robin countered. “You know he already likes you, and you don’t have to pull out your slutty outfits to get his attention?”

“But my slutty outfits are so fun,” Steve winked at her. Robin rolled her eyes and left him to perfecting his hair. 

Steve realized that she was right, of course. He probably didn’t need to whip out a crop top to get Eddie’s eyes on him, but he’d already decided that one of the best parts of charming Eddie would be getting to watch him sweat. So that’s exactly what Steve planned to do. 

Eddie didn’t come in until after nine, once again with his hair pulled up and wearing his “normal” clothes. Not that it would make a difference tonight, though. The new customers in the crowd were definitely the types to recognize Eddie on sight, even if he was mildly dressed down. 

No one else in the room mattered once Steve caught the exact moment Eddie spotted him. Will, Mike, and El were set up at a table near the door, so Steve heard their excited chorus of “Eddie!”s before he actually saw the man in question. It gave Steve the split second’s notice he needed to look up just as a sea of people parted between them, just in time to catch the small quirk of Eddie’s lips when his eyes landed on Steve. Then that smile drooped right off his face as he dragged his gaze down Steve’s front and his jaw slackened somewhere around where his shirt ended and bare skin started.

Using every bit of self-control he had to not do a victory lap right then and there, Steve instead shot Eddie a wink and went back to trying to take the next person up’s order. He could still feel Eddie’s stare on him, and, out of the corner of his eye, even caught the little way Eddie shook himself out of his daze before heading up to the bar. 

“And whoever said you weren’t humble?” Eddie said first thing, eyeing Steve’s shirt with a slight flush to his face. Steve opted to give him the benefit of the doubt on that front. It was hot in there.

“Oh this?” Steve asked, looking down at himself. “Funny thing, this is a magic shirt.”

“Let me guess,” Eddie said with a skeptical grunt. “‘Cause it helps you get lucky?”

God I hope so. Steve only thought it, but his smirk probably gave the hope away. 

“Well, maybe—but no,” Steve leaned his elbows on the bar, delighting in the way Eddie’s eyes widened just a fraction, and lowered his voice. “It’s magic because it tells the person reading it what I really think about them.”

Steve was close enough to hear Eddie’s breath hitch, and the sound of it sent a shiver through him. Eddie just stared back at him, almost disbelieving, but there was something else in his eyes that Steve had seen there before. Only now he knew how to recognize it. It was longing.

Then Eddie leaned forward too, until their forearms brushed and he could reach out to pinch the fabric of Steve’s shirt between his fingers. 

“Buy a pretty boy a drink, then?” Eddie hummed, eyes still locked on Steve’s and gleaming. 

Steve felt like he’d started off with the power here, but it was already slipping away from him. He wasn’t sure he minded.

“What’s your poison?” He asked, then wondered if that was entirely too cliche. Eddie didn’t seem think so.

“Whiskey,” Eddie smiled. “I feel like I’m gonna need it.”

#definitely forgot to post chapter 8 last week #and now 9's up too! #petals in a storm #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie