#but sheesh cut us a break here

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then I noticed the entire wind farm was broken again. *sigh* Well, nothing to do but Repairio the lot. Again. *grumbles* At least all that spell slinging got Victor another Talent point! I had him start his new potion while I chose his new Talent – and as he’s been spending a lot of time on Alchemy lately, “Potent Potables” to give his potions extra oomph when drunk seemed like a good choice. I then took a moment to check in on Smiler and get them to drink some plasma fruit and a plasma pack (the latter they insisted on drinking on the back porch couch with one of the cats – Alice ate her waffles there too, as you can see. Can’t say this family does not love their pets!), before sending them to harvest the coconuts, soy beans, and garlic from the greenhouse, and put some plasma fruit in the (reset) juice fizzer (as I was hoping using it would encourage it to stay functional – seems to be working so far!). I was just getting ready to have Smiler super-sell the rest of the greenhouse when I checked back in on Victor –

-->And found him standing over a cauldron of a worryingly black liquid with red mushroom clouds coming out of it. Three things then happened in quick succession –

I. I got a notice from the game that Victor had picked up the Curse of Repulsiveness from a failed potion, as Victor himself turned green and warty. Shit – should have gone with the “Hexproof” Talent!

II. I got a notice from the game that Victor’s potion had failed, but he HAD managed to get a Bottle of Questionable Contents from the failure.

III. I got a notice from the game that Victor had successfully completed an aspirational milestone and thus had completed his New Year’s resolution!

Yes, apparently failing his Potion of Nausea and getting a bottle of – stuff counted as brewing another potion to the game! XD Well, I happily took it, as did Victor. Once he woke up after fainting from the fumes of his vile potion. XD And the curse was no big deal, as Victor has LOADS of aspiration points, and thus was easily able to buy himself some Potion of Curse Cleansing and down it to clear the curse. (That should PROBABLY be more expensive in the rewards store, but currently not complaining.)

-->Anyway – with Victor’s curse cleansed, and Smiler having cleared out his cauldron for him while he was unconscious, I sent him to join Alice for a nap (she’d already zoomed off to bed earlier for a snooze after having her waffles and taking care of business afterward), while Smiler super-sold the greenhouse and then flew up to their party barn area to practice mixology – after all, they did have a house party to rock that afternoon! Alice woke up first – I had her go talk to Smiler’s Sixam Mosquito plant Snappy, as per her wants, then sent her downstairs and, eventually, got her to take Shadow for a jog to both make the dog happy and continue working on her Fitness. Smiler then got their Plasma Fizz and started work on some Strawberry Fizz while Victor got up, Repairioed a busted water collector, and cleaned up some dishes and such around the house –

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #I love how my attitude toward the wind farm is 'oh look all the turbines have broken again' #seriously they break SO MUCH #I guess it's good for training both Victor's magic AND his Handiness depending on what I'm feeling #but sheesh cut us a break here #I do find it amusing that both Alice and Smiler insisted on snacking on the outside porch #next to the kitties #like we have a perfectly good dining table #but no couch and cats #even more amusing is that FAILING to brew a potion still counted as 'brewing a potion' to the game #probably because Victor still got a flask of SOMETHING out of it #along with a curse #but yes the Potion Of Curse Cleansing is pretty easy for him to get #do feel like it should be more expensive #like I can understand WHY it's a rewards store thing #for people desperate to clear curses #but still -- your Sim should have to have a decent stockpile of points to buy it #ah well no big deal #look at how good Smiler's gotten at balancing bottles instead #they are a master! #need to have them make drinks more often just for the fun animations #it's very them #queued

[findyourlovely]

Purging my thoughts on my millionth rewatch for science:

Ep 1.01

It’s truly incredible to see Andrew Lincoln back at it after all these years. This man might be the best actor in Hollywood.… is that doing too much? I really don’t think so.

We see three escape attempts in this episode and in all of them he barely manages to make it out of city limits, if even that. Tbh it’s wild to me that he never gave in to the ideation, but even without hope his subconscious is still fighting for his family 😭

I know feelings are mixed on his choice to cut off his hand (what was the plannnnnn Rick) but if this man has been alive for this many years I need to know he tried everything to get home

God, Michonne looks so so good

The lighting and color grading when he’s in CRM territory vs his dreams. The only time he genuinely smiles is when he’s sleeping, imagining all the ways he could meet and fall in love with his wife

Why does Beale allow Okafor to make these secret plays when he knows he’s up to no good? He can clock Ricks motives immediately but he can’t get a read on a man he’s known for a decade?

For my own sanity I hope we never see Esteban again so I can just tell myself he lives a long happy life with his journalist girlfriend in that air conditioned prison city

All this secrecy but nobody knows how to lock their doors huh

I’m endlessly intrigued by Okafor. This man is so compelling (and fine, sheesh). He keeps Rick captive for the hope of using him to change an irredeemable system. breaks Rick down to nothing and gives him in all the power to completely destabilize the CRM, but I struggle to see this plan as anything but a drawn out suicide mission. Even if they’re successful taking out leadership, no way they won’t die in the aftermath. And what guarantee is there that the next military leaders won’t pick right back up where Beale left off. What is the plan???

“You didn’t save my life” World traveling poker player Pearl, and she don’t understand Rick at allllll. She thinks not shooting him during escape #4 was kindness, but every day that poor man spends isolated from his people is worse than death. What good is it to survive if your soul is destroyed in the process. He doesn’t see the sun, or the sky, or the water, y’all. This shit is breaking my heart.

It’s interesting that when Rick writes his final goodbye letter, he tells Michonne he doesn’t see her in his dreams anymore. But in the very next scene he betrays the point with the “five pizzas and a wedding ring” proposal.. baby boy you aren’t ever getting over this woman, you know that right? He chooses to give up but his subconscious can’t accept it until she’s completely burned out

That reunion! He can’t even believe she’s real, you can literally see his brain buffering trying to understand what’s happening in front of him. This man had spent half a decade surviving off doodles to keep her image alive in his mind, finally gave up all hope of ever seeing her again and here she is, shot him right out of the sky.

I was really curious to see how this pilot would compare to the original series, and it totally blew my expectations. Can’t wait to see how they finish this story.

#name one man who loves his wife more than Rick Grimes #this is objectively the greatest shit on the planet #the ones who live #twd #richonne

[liaareneee]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── Happy Endings

pairing: highschool! hanma shuji x gn! baji! reader

t/w: swearing

synopsis: you happen to have dated hanma shuji and he decides to plan a little visit while during lunch.

happy endings, the thing almost everyone doesn't get or gets. in your case, you never ended up getting your happy ending. you walked through campus, thinking about how your happy ending was cut short. you sat at a vacant table, pulling out your materials. when you happened to see your ex, hanma shuji, messing around with his friends. you avoided eye contact to not be seen.

to be away of distraction, you moved to another secluded area with a table and started to do your work. you took your earbuds out of you ear and sighed. you grabbed your eraser out of irritation, taking away the pencil marks you just had created. "hey Y/N. long time no see, eh? why haven't you been answering my calls?"

THAT VOICE

you looked up to see your ex, hanma shuji, standing right in front of you. you avoided eye contact, not answering any of his questions. "come on, love. are you still mad at me for breaking your heart? your brother wasn't too thrilled with it either." hanma laughed. of course, he had to mention your brother.

your brother happened to be baji keisuke, the former 1st division captain of Toman. and the one who passed gracefully during October 31st, Bloody Halloween. ever since you moved onto high school, Toman had disappeared into thin dust.

you looked up to stare at hanma. he smirked and you decided to grab his face, digging your sharp nails into his cheeks. "don't talk bout my brother, like you know him. his name and my name shouldn't be said, even if it's from your disgusting mouth of yours. got it?" you growled, pushing his face away.

"sheesh Y/N. take a chill pill. i ain't here to start any shit. i just wanted to come by because i saw you walking. i wanted to see how you were doing." you scoffed. "how am i doing? the thing you should be worrying about is yourself and your new girlfriend. don't think i wouldn't hear about it, you asshole." you laughed.

"i have eyes and ears all around this place. remember, this school is filled with people who like to gossip. and tell me about it, even if it involves you. or even Toman itself." hanma looked at you, with widened eyes. "Toman? i thought they disappeared into thin air. i thought they weren't all on speaking terms with each other. after Bloody Halloween."

"well, some aren't and some are. the ones who happen to be very close are the founding members. which includes mikey. the one founding member you despised the most. wonder what he's doing right now. he would probably love to fight because some asshole is bothering me."

you smirked while hanma scoffed. "as if Y/N. like you would call him up right now to just kick my ass." you grabbed your phone, going to your contacts. you pressed on mikey's contact, showing hanma. "all in one press, he'll be here in 2 minutes. or even less if i scream into the phone."

hanma grabbed your phone, placing it into his pocket. he sat down at the table and you huffed. you crossed your arms, not looking into his eyes. "Y/N, come on. stop being a huge baby. also, i broke up with the girl because she wasn't like you and she was really annoying. i came to apologize instead."

you snickered. "of course you broke up with her. what kind of apology is this time? hm? the one where you ask me to take you back? the one where you ask to take me back and promise you won't do anything like this again? which one, love?" hanma sighed. "it's neither. i just want to apologize for ruining your happy ending. i know how happy endings suffice your life. i'm sorry Y/N."

"wow, that's different. hm, i'll think about accepting that. thanks though for a good apology. instead of the shitty ones you have been giving me. i guess no one is getting their happy ending."

"i guess both of us get nothing. well, i guess i'll see you around Y/N." hanma said as he walked away. "yeah, see you around shuji." you whispered as he walked away from you.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma shuji #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma x reader

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hey pookies! 🩷🩷🩷

(personal rant and an "important" announcement below the cut)

This hurts so much but I have to close the asks for a while 🥺 I'm back to uni after a long break and need to concentrate on my studies, and also… I'm never gonna work on my wips if I keep doing these delicious lil drabbles :>

I've also written a lot this year (Ao3 says 290 k words which is… sheesh that's hella lot I can hear sirens in the distance) and I'm experiencing a serious writer's burnout. I was supposed to take a break in June but never did because my motivation and urge to write hasn't (yet) gone anywhere! It's just my brain that's sizzling and I have to let it rest a bit 🩷

But… it hurts us precious! I love your thoughts and prompts and ted talks so much!! I love the interaction here and I love it to the point I think I've developed some sort of an addiction lol. If I could choose I would write for CoD every single day (well tbh I probably will until they put me in a straitjacket).

So I'll be doing the asks that are left, at my own pace, and then I'll cry when the inbox is empty. I'll turn them back on as soon as I feel safe to do so because honestly I'll miss you guys so much! You've brought so much happiness and joy into my life by cooking silly König thoughts with me, asking questions about my works and writing, telling me how you feel, what's up etc. I just have to be a responsible adult now and slow down a bit & get a grip on my degree.

Love you so very much 💋🩷🩷🩷

#personal

[persephoneflowerpetals]

Okay, so, hear me out…

Villain Persephone AU

Idk if I’m gonna make this a fic or not (because I know for a fact it’ll be a long series just like ‘Til Death lol), but here’s a synopsis of the au:

(Under the cut because it’s kinda long lol)

It’s pretty much just the movie, but Persephone is married to Hades and is also a villain that wants to rule by Hades’ side on Olympus lol. She got really tired of being the “yes man” and letting everyone walk all over her all the time, making her do things she doesn’t want to do to keep up appearances. She didn’t want to be the sweet and perfect goddess everyone knows and loves anymore. She just wanted to let go and that’s when she met Hades.

Hades fell in love at first sight after meeting her at a get together on Olympus. They got to know each other and realized that they had so much in common. They started secretly dating until Demeter found out and tried to get Persephone to break up with him. Persephone refused and eventually eloped with Hades (they were gonna have a wedding, but with everyone hating Hades and Demeter being upset at Persephone, they just decided to have their own little wedding in the Underworld). Now, she’s Queen of the Underworld and wants to eventually become Queen of the Cosmos with Hades as her king.

Persephone still has a bit of sweetness to her and is very hesitant and feels really guilty about the “baby Hercules plan”, but Hades reassures her that everything will be okay and she won’t have to worry about anything anymore once they take over Olympus together.

When Meg gets recruited, Persephone gets very jealous (even though Meg wants NOTHING to do with Hades lol) and tries countless times to kill Meg (though, every time she tries it somehow backfires). Hades knows Persephone is out to get Meg and finds it really cute and attractive that she’s so in love him that she’d try to take out another person she found as a “threat”. However, Hades will scold her sometimes if she comes close to killing Meg, but sheesh, he just can’t stay mad at her gorgeous little face.

Meg is tired of having her life threatened by Hades’ wife (even though Hades reassures her she won’t be harmed while working for him). She tries explaining that she’s not interest in Hades in the slightest, but Persephone “wont buy it”. Meg does her best to avoid Persephone at all times.

Persephone works along with Hades to get Hercules (who is now an adult) out of the picture and tries to console her hubby whenever his plans fail. She even goes as far as to manipulate Meg into thinking Hercules isn’t into her and just wants to use her like her ex did, but Meg doesn’t fall for it.

She’s super elated once she and Hades start to take over Olympus (and feels slightly guilty about capturing all the gods and holding them prisoner), but once Hercules swoops in to save the day, she makes a quick getaway with Hades back to the Underworld.

In the end, Persephone ends up falling into the River Styx when she attempts to save Hades from falling in after getting decked by Hercules, so she too is stuck fighting off the angry souls of the River Styx until Pain and Panic finally decide to pull them out.

#this could also work with the og disney Persephone too lol #because I can totally see that happening and I also ship og Persephone with Hades lmao #but for the most part this involves my Persephone self insert oc lol #hercules au #disney #hercules #hades #hercules 1997 #disney’s hercules #disney hades #hades disney #hades hercules #persephone #self insert oc #persephone oc #hercules oc #disney oc #hades x persephone #persephone x hades #persephades

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Japan WINS

July 2022 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Triage (grey) Ep 9-11 - I got caught up! Finally we switched POV to Tol. I’ve been waiting for this. Also more time with the side characters - who knew Sing is a total badass, and a great actor? I guess it’s OK that Tin is mostly absent or in a coma. One of the greatest things about this drama is that all of the characters are complex but not necessarily likable more pleasingly flawed. TinTol give a great mutual kiss. (Look some of us have been waiting 5 years for it!) Episode 10 Slayed me! The twist on the person fixing the timeline was very clever. Jinta = The ultimate BL Shipper: turns back time so his boys can be cannon. Also teaching Tol a lesson in forgiveness and communication.This is a CLEVER show. 

Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 3 - My messy cheeky drama-llama boys are back in spades. I’m enjoying this more than I should. It’s crazy to compare to Check Out because they are basically the same premise airing at the same time, but LM is just SO MUCH better. YinWar sheesh, why so good? Seriously tho, Vee you bisexual identity crisis is going to break this poor little gay boy, you georious flirty cheating fucker.  

Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 3 - boring ep this week, nothing happened, not even one leathery whiff of BDSM, this is my sad face. TRASH WATCH REBORN!

Sky in Your Heart (Fri YouTube) Ep 6 - How they managed to make aggressive courting, one of my favorite tropes, still boring defeats me. That said: sick and needy Dao was cute. Meanwhile, Prince is an actual prince, who saw that coming? Everybody. Their kisses are sweet, tho. Having 2 faen fatals for Prince is a bit much, I mean I like both actors but...

Thai linguistics corner: If you want to hear frozen register spoken, that’s what Prince’s maa speaks to tease Fah in this ep.

On a different note I think both these shows would have been VASTLY improved by cutting each set back to 6 eps each and then cross cutting between the two couples like the Why R U? or Dark Blue Kiss approach with 12 eps total. Just call the whole thing Star & Sky. Each couple would have been less boring and frustrating if focus were split, and the pacing would have been a lot better too.  Why do I have to tell GMMTV how to do their fucking job? 

Even Sun (Wed iQIYI) Ep 2 - the language is fun in this one (they too switched to chan/nai so I’m guessing it’s and organized crime thing), the cast is excellent, the boxers mildly interest me (no, not that kind) and BounPrem’s chemistry is unmatched, but... I still don’t like it. *shrug* 

Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 5 - Candy is THE MOST confusing character. But this show is just messy, it’s not even hot. Sigh. 

My Secret Love (Sat YouTube Sat) Ep 6 - honestly I only still watch this because I have a checklist of bad BLs to get through on Saturday before I post this and this is on it. It did get sexy more and faster than I was expecting.  

Oh My Sunshine Night (?) - Ep 1 I admit I didn’t try very hard to find this. OhmFluke are one of my original biases, but honestly this looks to be yet another one of their serious+sad+meaty ones. While I love that they are handed high drama (because they are one of the few Thai pairs that can legitimately handle it) it’s not what I enjoy in my BL. I might wait until I know how it ends and binge later? Not sure what to do here. 

For me, most of the Thai stuff is pretty lackluster right now. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 2 - oh it is GREAT but I spent the scallop scene upset about the one left on the grill turning rubbery. Beautiful 17-year-olds are all very well and good but don’t fucking overcook seafood! Shin is the most aggressive flirt ever. Baby boi is persistent, gotta give him that. Minato is gonna have to hurt him bad to cut him lose. I don’t want that but this is Japan, they will probubly go there, don’t get comfy - never forget Japan’s brand is, in the end, emo. 

JAPANESE LINGUISTIC CORNER: I gotta say one of the things I am LOVING about this drama is that gaga is giving us names+honorifics in the captions. Shin call’s Minato-san appropriately but Minato runs the gamut. I mean he fucked up from the get go going so casual with Shin he dropped not just to no honorifics but to a nickname. To be fair, with a 10 year age gap Minato can do whatever he wants, but also Minato kinda gave Shin license to crush with such casual informal affection from the start. (The fact that Shin saved Minato in his phone as Akira though - boy’s got balls fursure.) But it’s Minato jumping between Shin, Shin-kun (annoyed and/or formal distancing) and Shin-chan (childish and demeaning) in some sort of desperate attempt to grapple with his own feelings that I love SO MUCH. Honestly, this is like a master class in use of Japanese honorifics from all angles and as an intimate part of narrative. I can’t wait to see what Minato calls Shin next...  

Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 3 - look, I admit it, like SCOY this dynamic (super awkward pining uke) is one of my least favorites - high cringe factor. I prefer a pining seme for power differential reasons. I mean this dynamic has been done okay (see the yaoi Desire) but only really when the seme is a bumbling sunshine himbo type. This one is just painfully awkward and cringey. I’m sticking it out though, because I can’t fault Japan’s quality, moot pining is better than single sided, plus it got HELLA kinky allasudden (that submissive fantasy in A TEMPLE?). Okay so there is a priest kink, this is the first time I have seen a version of that in a BL. Everyone say “thank you Japan for slipping more kink into this dumb office set sweet romance than Thailand’s billed BDSM drama has in its little finger.”  

Love in Spring AKA Spring of Crush (Korea grey) Ep 14 Oh it is not good but also weirdly fun in an old-fashioned way, like Hercules or Xena level of acting and quality. I understand it ends as either bromance or there’s no/dead fish kiss. So my expectations are really low. Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 6 - I’m behind, I’ll get caught up tomorrow. Talk to @heretherebedork about it. 

Plus & Minus (Taiwan Viki & Gaga) Spe 13 SPECIAL - Drunken husbands after the wedding was very cute, then there were some flashbacks and an odd cross dressing dream. It’s fine if you want more time with the main couple, but doesn’t add anything to the story. Not necessary to watch. The rest of the “eps” are actually just bts. (full review here) 

Finished this Week

Old Fashion Cupcake (Japan Mon Viki) Ep 5fin - I very much loved this, but I found ep 5 a tiny bit of a let down. It reverted back to pretty standard light Japanese live action yaoi, of the style I talk about here. I did expect a bit more intimacy from this one: at least showing the two of them cuddling in bed together or something super domestic, if not kissing. I get why they brought it back around to pancakes but this is me, I wanted more sexy. I wanted to see Togawa’s thirst satiated. I’m not surprised or upset, this is still an amazing, comforting, unexpected gem of a show, but it’s not the 10/10 I thought it was going to be at the end of 4. Solid & watchable. 9/10 Full review here. DEFINITELY RECOMMENDED 

KinnPorsche (Sat iQIYI) Ep 14fin - FINAL THOUGHTS: VegasPete were in one drama; KimChay were in another; KinnPorsche were in each of those randomly but then sometimes in their own extremely slapstick cheese-fest alt-reality + Tankhun. There were clearly 2 directors with 2 distinct and conflicting points of view, who apparently never had a single conversation with each other. Was this show good? Nope. Was it absorbing as fuck? Sure. Was it well acted, absolutely. Were the sex scenes great? Yes. We the fight scenes awesome? Actually yeah (special props to Jeff for the hand-to-hand stuff). Did I enjoy the kinky bits? Certainly. But all that said: the VegasPete universe of KP was the only universe I really enjoyed and would like to revisit, and I only got that 1/5 of the time. Thus mathematics dictates that I, at least, am still waiting for the perfect mafia BL. I think it might be up to Japan at this juncture. Gevn fan fervor, I don’t really know how to judge this show but I have to go with my heart, and KP didn’t win it. 7/10 No full review here on tumbr but I did post one to MDL. RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS (some of them around the fandom) 

To My Star 2 (Korea Viki) Ep 9-10fin - this was never going to be my favorite, too much pain, not enough payout but there IS payout and it does end happily, the finale was lovely. Did they talk enough for me to think they won’t still have problems - no. But for some it really worked. 7/10 Full Review here (I just updated my original TMS review, since the two must be watched together). RECOMMENDED WITH SERIOUS RESERVATIONS 

Gossip

GMMTV is doing *something* with the holy trinity (SingtoKrist, TayNew, OffGun - yes Singto is back, although he hasn’t rejoined the stable) + the scions (BrightWin). They’re being uninformatively annoyingly secretive about it and I don’t do weird Thai promo stuff. But it’s on their YT channel.  

Fluke Natouch (OhmFluke UWMA etc...) & Judo (The Miracle Of Teddy Bear) to star in the upcoming WaGa Creative's medical-fantasy Thai BL, Make A Wish. Has had a read through, no trailer yet. 

New Thai BL End of Love announced based on a y-novel of the same name, cast with unknowns. 

China rumored to be doing a bromance remake of Addicted Heroin as My Family Won the Lottery where our boys have girlfriends and just SOMEONE STOP THEM. 

One of my absolute favorite Japanese BL actors Hio Miyazawa (from His the movie) is rumored to be taking on the lead role in the movie adaptation of Makoto Takayama’s autobiographical novel Egoist to be released 2023. He’ll be opposite super famous actor Ryohei Suzuki. This is about an openly gay but vein and superficial man (Hio) who falls in love with a personal trainer (Ryohei) who is stuck taking care of his sick mother. It’s not BL, it’s gay coming of age and we can’t expect it to end happily. Still, I’ll probubly try to watch it. Japanese movies are notoriously difficult to get ahold of, tho. 

In Case You Missed It

MeMindY's Love in The Air (Thai BL ensemble pulp) starts on August 18 on GMM25 and they will drop it Fridays on their YouTube for international. Trailer. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Gameboys 2 is coming to GaGaOOLaLa weds, check your territory. Vise Versa starts on Saturday on GMMTV’s YouTube channel. War of Y has semi started or something? I don’t know what’s going on. They gotta stop this weird flash 3-24hr drops on YT. It’s just maddening. 

This week’s best moments?

Ah, the famous quote returns. 

This goddamn angel-child is going to kill Minato first and then all the rest of us. 

KP paying a visit to the gayest bridge in Thailand. 

VegasPete, just THEM. 

(last week)

#this week in BL #BL news #BL updates #BL update #BL in the news #BL episode recap #Thai BL #Vietnamese BL #Taiwanese BL #Korean BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #adapted from a manga #adapted from a manwha #adapted from a y-novel #Star Hunter Studio #Studio Wabi Sabi #GMMTV #GaGaOOLaLa #Rakutan Viki #best moment of BL #best BL #upcoming BL #KBL #K-BL #VegasPete #gay bridge #War of Y #Gameboys 2 #Pinoy BL

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (29/10/23)

veeeeeeeeeeeeeery late this week I know it's my own fault really, I was warned by my buddy mega that yozakura would be a dense read and take a while but I didn't listen and underestimate how long it'd take, I should've started during the week but I only started reading on saturday NIGHT so no way in hell I was gonna be able to catch up.. by the time I went to bed on sunday I was on 111/200 so oof.. also didn't mon tue or wed so that's why the post is so late but anyhoo

green - new series/new to me pink - catching up

Anime

Frieren Ep8

very good episode like usual, even more for me cause of all the action. looks like the next one will also have quite a bit of it so I'm pogged up

Undead Unluck Ep4

bro that episode went absolutely INSANE?? HELLO the sakuga was so good I was losing my gourd I'm so glad uu got the adaptation it deserves also my queen yuuki absolutely stole the show, really showing why she's up there with the best of the best, it's gonna be sad not getting more gina til like cour 4 but it'll be worth the wait

Pokemon Horizons Ep26

pretty chill episode after all the excitement from last week's cour finale, mostly just setting up the plot for the future. tho we also got a new op and it goes absolutely crazy

Adult Precure Ep4

alright episode, mostly about what saki and mai have been up to, saki being engaged and mai breaking up with her bf. I know that in their shows, from the very start, the girls have crushes on boys (ofc it couldn't be otherwise cause toei are cowards) but you gotta understand how deep in the yuri mines I am. hearing them actually say they're engaged or dating a man gave me whiplash

Imas Million Live Ep4

good episode as usual, the best part was getting a lot more screentime for some of the girls that were barely in the other eps, tho it still wasn't that much and since this isn't following the og format there's always gonna be some girls that won't get their time to fully shine sadly. also got a couple momoko moments™ including the box so that was funny

Manga

Mission: Yozakura Family Ch1 - 200

wowie that was.. a lot better than I expected. honestly went in not expecting much, and after having just caught up to jujutsu from 1 to current I wasn't expecting yozakura to be so good since jujutsu is so much more popular but, hot take: I think it's way better like sheesh. I talked about it on my server but the only I thing I think jujutsu has over yozakura is the battles, otherwise it's beat in every category. I like the art a lot more, even from ch1 yozakura had waaaaay better paneling than even current jujutsu. and the whole cast is a lot more likeable. like from jujutsu I cared about gojo, nanami, maki and okkotsu. in yozakura we get cooldown chaps were the different family members do their own stuff and interact with each other which helps you get to know them more and in doing so liking them more, while still using these chaps to move the plot along so the pacing isn't too slow (outside of that little side detour with the past heads that got cut short prob by the editor but yknow)

anyway rambling and just repeating what I already said in the server but TL;DR it's good, glad to be caught up, and looking forward to it wrapping up in the near future since we're close to the final arc

Witch Enforcer Ch1

I started this mostly on a whim cause the art is good (artist's on here too btw @ camellia0x0) but I was pleasantly surprised. there was nothing surprising about the story but it was delivered well and the art was solid through the whole chap (tho the paneling is very basic but I'll give them a pass since it's their first serialization [only some one shots before]) and the concept of a witch making and using mechs is fun. looking forward to seeing this artist's growth as a mangaka, hopefully the series doesn't get axed too early

Undead Unluck 181

good chap, especially the end tho. never thought this could be a possibility but it makes total sense there'd be a reverse evil union on the side of god. never thought about it since we had under before. really curious to see how the next chap gonna but it's prob just gonna be introducing all those baddies that people will fight in the final arc

#silver talks animanga #now should go to bed it's quite late #I said I'd peep people after catching up in the other post but I'll do it tomorrow

[ringlorn]

BLOOD

actions speak louder than words | blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

one.

"You ever get tired of being beaten up all the time?" the voice is as warm as the cloth is rough, wet cotton digging out off bits of gravel with the sting of blood beneath.

"You ever get tired of beating the same guy every time?" Nezha retorts while biting back a wince. "Sheesh, stop scrubbing so hard. You're going to take my skin off."

"You told me it just grows back."

"Am I supposed to grow new skin every time we spar?!"

"Why not?" his opponent snorts. "I have to pluck out my hair every time I make clones to deal with your extra arms."

"Oh yeah?"

"Next time I should just shave you bald before we fight."

Sun makes an indignant noise at that while Nezha laughs at him.

"Don't look so shocked, fuzzbutt. I doubt any blade can cut you when you're made of stone. You never even bleed." He was a little jealous of that, honestly—it's why Sun's always the one cleaning him up after their spats. "Cheater."

"Sore loser."

"Boulderbrains."

"Flowerboy."

"If you're gonna be so cocky, let me stab you first next time."

"Tch, your lame spear won't even pierce through my shirt."

"Sissy!"

"Weakling!"

This was going to take a while.

—

two.

"Sun!"

Whatever happened here, Nezha was too late to stop it. Instead he found himself speeding through the aftermath on his Wheels—dodging bits of rubble, searching through the ruins for that idiotic, stubborn, love-addled fool—his friend.

The person he—

Someone screams.

Nezha looks up in time to see a body falling his way, and catches it in his arms by instinct. He recognizes the armor as belonging to the celestial guards in the palace—but before he can ask any questions, the man coughs up a mouthful of blood in Nezha's face, expression wreathed in pain and panic, and dies. His hands are wet—looking down, the god sees them soaked in blood from a massive wound in the soldier's stomach.

Who did this?

A furious screech fills the air next, enough to shake the halls and make Nezha grimace in pain. He looks up and sees brilliant orange light, searing bright and raging. It's as if they've been cast into one of the King of Hell's cauldrons of eternal flame.

Sun.

Leaving the dead body behind, Nezha flies straight towards the light, his Wheels a tiny flicker against that horrific, endless inferno. Midway through, more bodies fall, raining from the upper echelons of Heaven like some grotesque parody of flowers. Silken robes, golden armor, sashes and capes adrift—all abloom in splendid shades of scarlet. He dodges them but not the blood, which dyes him in droplets, then patches, as more falls in a fine mist akin to rain.

Sun Wukong had always been skilled in shedding the blood of others.

Beyond the light, the skies are stormy; Heavenly lightning roiling to life at this blatant show of defiance. No god had ever defied its Laws; no monkey would start now, even if he considered himself a Sage equal to Heaven.

In the end, Nezha never reaches him. Once again, he only sees the aftermath, of the body forced prostrate before the throne, the eyes closed and limbs bound of the monkey awaiting judgment (once again) for his crimes. He convinces Erlang Shen to let him in once before the trial, shaking hands gripping those unresponsive shoulders to whisper an uncertain question.

"...Sun?"

His friend never answers, and for his efforts Nezha only manages to leave a pair of bloody handprints on his fur.

—

three.

With a well-aimed kick, Nezha sends a thug flying into the wall of the alleyway, their jaw making a satisfying crack as he slumps towards the ground. The others aren't much better off either, groaning in a heap or leaving smears of red on the concrete as they try to crawl away.

This is probably the last of his brother's men, the only obstacle in front of his path to being the heir. He's gotten more used to this body after training it up, enough that he can manage most fights without breaking a sweat, and certainly without breaking his skin.

Tilting down his sunglasses, Nezha squints at the sun in the sky before snapping his fingers at one of his lackeys.

"Deal with them by sundown," he snaps, "you how pops hates it when we leave a mess."

The man mutters an affirmative back with a low bow before taking out his phone to make some calls. Meanwhile, Nezha turns on his heel and stalks out into the streets, where he knows a car's waiting for him a couple blocks down. The city's quiet this time of day—too hot for criminals and decent folk alike, though the heat's never bothered him. He starts walking left before hesitating and turning towards the right instead, dismissing the bodyguards who try to follow with a wave of his hand.

Instead, he follows a winding but well-known path down a series of additional alleys before coming upon a pathetic-looking figure huddled in the paltry shade of a cardboard box. Without a word, Nezha drags out an arm with a familiar bracelet, inspects the fresh wounds on it, and holds his victim in place while digging through his pockets for disinfectant and band-aids. The person in his grasp struggles briefly, even clawing at his sleeves at one point, but quickly stills when Nezha snaps at him in authoritarian tones.

"Stay."

The struggling stops.

Spray, clean, apply, finish.

It's done and over in less than five minutes, Nezha shoving the freshly-bandaged arm back at its owner before getting to his feet to leave. A few steps out and he hears the telltale shuffle of the monkey debating whether to follow him; he shuts that down real quick with another barked order to stay put.

Helping Sun when he could was one thing, but outright associating with him would be too dangerous. This the first and last time he'll ever deal with him in person—after today his status will change, making it better to work from the shadows.

Back at the car, his bodyguard opens the door for him before hesitating.

"What?" Nezha glowers from behind his lenses.

"Pardon, xiao shaoye, but there's a stain on your sleeve. Should I take it for dry-cleaning?"

Nezha looks down; it's the sleeve that Sun had grabbed onto while trying to refuse treatment. Bits of red dot the expensive vicuna fabric, marring the light gray suit jacket with unsightly splotches. The color reminds him of stone.

"...I guess rocks do bleed after all."

"Xiao shaoye?"

"Leave it. I'll burn it myself later."

"Understood."

Earth is a lot different than Heaven in these parts—in Sun's case, it might as well be Hell. Slipping into the car, Nezha closes his eyes as the bodyguard shuts the door while his driver peels off into the streets. The image of the dirty monkey in the box overlaps with the memory of his friend in the past, striking in how far he's fallen since then.

Hey Sun, you ever get tired of being beaten up all the time?

If you are, then hurry up and remember.

Remember yourself. Remember me.

And take us home.

#sxnburst #answered ༻ #drabbles ༻ #blood tw #death tw #violence tw

[phantomuheist]

@epitomees said: ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground (from Mako)

Manhandling symbol starters | Accepting

Akira might've gotten too used to his Metaverse abilities giving him the boost in strength he wanted. Makoto was brutal, almost lethal in Aikido. She's not one to be messed with, even during practice. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for it yet since he lost and was pinned to the ground so many times, including now. No matter how many times he dodged her kicks and pushed her back, she managed to turn the tables on him.

"Okay, I give up! Time-out!" He pleaded, waving an invisible white flag of surrender. She was lying on top of him, content with herself, as he laid his head back and groaned. "Sheesh, Mako... give your poor man a break. I'm gonna need a change of clothes after this. But hey, I like the view from down here." He smiled, cupping her cheek tenderly.

#epitomees #answered; #My Heart Will Guide The Way | Post!P5S #I'm Talkin' 'Bout Pleasure Forever And Ever {Shumako ; epitomees} #gotta be smooth in the end :3

[lit-works]

One Thing after another

The limo glides quietly towards 4 Freedoms Plaza, my home. Headquarters of the Fantastic Four.

Sure was nice of the mayor to drive us home tonight, since he had to go an' bore us all evenin' with his speeches about what great Joes we all are. It's the least he could do, though.

My reverie is interrupted by the voice of Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, a teammate and longtime friend: "hey, buddy, how about a game of pool and some beers in the rec room when we get home?"

"What's 'at, Torchy?"

"I asked how you feel about getting out of these monkey suits and playing a hot game of pool."

"Nah, count me out. I'm pooped. Savin' the world is one thing, but sittin' round in a tux listenin' to speeches for hours–thats too much! I'm goin' to bed."

"Can't say I blame you, Ben." Says Reed Richards, the leader of the Fantastic Four, and my oldest and best friend. "Unfortunately, the alarm system at 4 Freedoms Plaza is giving us trouble, and with the world astrophysics conference beginning tomorrow, I may not have another opportunity to work on it for weeks. Don't be surprised if your sleep is disturbed by my work–even I can't think of a way to test our auditory alarm system quietly."

"Terrific, Stretch." I say, shutting my eyes and trying to catch a nap while I can.

"Hey, sis," Johnny says, turning his older sister, Susan Storm-Richards, the invisible woman. "What say we shoot some nine-ball? Alicia's out of town for some big art show, and I could use a little excitement. Beating you at nine-ball could be just that–a little excitement."

"Johnny! You know good and well you could never beat me at nine-ball. Talk to me tomorrow and we'll see who's the real hustler in the family. Tonight, I'm going to check on Franklin and then follow Ben's lead. You'd do yourself some good to get some sleep as well."

"Aw, Gee, Ma…do I hafta?" Johnny whines, jokingly. "You both suck."

"Hey, Joker, mind puttin' a sock in it?" I say. "Can't ya see I'm tryin' to get my beauty sleep over here?"

Finally, the limo pulls up in front of 4 Freedoms Plaza. Johnny heads to the rec room alone. Sue goes to check on her and Reed's son, Franklin, as Reed sets off to check his alarm system. I go to my quarters and try to get some sleep.

I can't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep in my own bed. Sheesh, it's about time this cockamamy outfit got a break from savin' the world. Reed's a nutcase, he's still working. Me, I'm pooped.

I flop down on an oversized bed designed to support my 500+ pounds, drag a huge, rough hand across my face, and stare into a hand-mirror–the only mirror in my room. I'm not thrilled with what I see.

I am The Thing, one of Earth's mightiest defenders, a respected member of the Fantastic Four, but I am also one of Earth's most horrifying nightmares.

Maybe I oughta ditch the hero business and join a circus. Yeah, I could be a clown–wouldnt even have'ta wear any make-up. I wrinkle my rocky nose, curl my orange crust lips into the nearest thing to a smile I can muster, and stick my tongue out. The image in the mirror just looks worse.

Great, instead of just lookin' ugly, I look stupid, too. I shoulda stuck with wrestling. Most of the guys in that racket look worse than me. Some of the women, too.

Wallowin' in self pity, I reach under the bed and pull out a box, a box I keep hidden from my teammates, a box that contains one of the only things that can pull me out of a blues funk like the one I'm in now.

"Come to Papa!" I say aloud, even though there's nobody else in the quarters to hear.

Opening the box, I see a dozen cigars–fat, stinky, round, foot-long beauties. I take one as daintily as my ham-fists will allow, roll it between two fingers, run it under my nose and breathe deeply. Ah, genuine Havanas. Mother's milk! I been saving them fer just the right time, and this looks like it–my first rest in I-don't-know-how-many-years o' world savin'.

This reverie is cut short by a sudden, searing heat as a gout of flame passes just inches from my face. I'm unharmed, but the stogie in my mouth is incinerated.

"Dad-blasted, Torch!" I yell, "where are ya, ya flamed match-headed excuse for a Zippo! When I get my hands on you…"

Smoldering stogie still between my lips, I reach back over my head and plunge my steel-strong fingers through the reinforced concrete wall behind my bed. The torch flits inches above my prostrate figure.

"Hey, Ben," he says as he passes overhead, "Reed isn't gonna appreciate you punching holes in the wall."

"Worry about yourself, punk," I respond, as my fingers close around the water pipe in the wall. Ripping it in two, I bend the pipe out from the wall so the spray catches Torch full in the face. He crumbles to the ground in a soggy, flameless mass.

"What's the big idea, ya jerk? I was just having some fun. Trying to cheer you up."

"Well, quit tryin'! Maybe I don't wanna be cheered up. Maybe I hate fun! Maybe all I wanna do is relax and catch some shut-eye!"

Suddenly, me and my young teammate hear the unmistakable sound of an alarm from the roof of The Four Freedoms Plaza.

The alarm continues to blare, but I pay it no mind as I advance angrily on my fallen buddy. "Don't go thinkin' you're saved by the bell, 3-Stars. I know Reed's just testing' the systems."

"I don't know, Ben. I think I'll go see what's going on–i'll be back in a minute to finish our little tete-a-tete."

"Oh yeah, I can hardly wait. I miss you already."

I climb back into bed, cover my head with pillows, and Todd and turn for what feels like hours, but the alarm keeps blaring. So finally, I get up and try to figure out what's goin' on.

As the alarm continues to blare, I bound up the stairs to the roof and throw open the door. My eyes take a minute to adjust to the moonlight, but when I can see again, I see…nothing. Everything looks normal enough. The same is true when I check the hangar decks and upper-level storage areas.

Maybe Reed's tests weren't done with. Guess I better go see if the squirt found anything.

I make tracks back to where I last saw the Human Torch, and there, to my horror, I see Mr.Fantastic, his body stretched and distorted, on the ground. I also see the Invisible Woman, quite visible and equally unconscious. The Human Torch is beside her, out cold and still soggy from my dousing. And they are all in the clutches of our old foe, The Red Ghost.

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel characters #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic series #marvel fanfic #my fanfiction #my fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fantastic 4 #ben grimm #the thing #human torch #johnny storm #invisible woman #susan storm #mr fantastic #reed richards #l1t3rat1

[wrongydkjquotes]

Wrote another thing

The sequel to BinjPowered is here!

Fic text under the cut

"So, by green lantern shit, you mean, like, summoning holographic constructs?" Buzz asked Cookie as the five fucks sat in the office together, eating some leftover Chinese food that had frankly seen better days. "Gee, between that and the whole mindfuck psychonaut power set, I'm surprised the federal government isn't trying to experiment on your ass right now."

"Well, they aren't. Because this is not a fucking comic book."

Buzz's tone quickly did a 180 in response. "Uh...heard you and Nate are teaming up to do April fools stuff. How's that coming along?"

"Oh, it's going amazing." Nate smirked. "We've got a whole 5 step plan and everything! It's gonna be fucking awesome!!!!"

"Easy, tiger." Cookie rolled his eyes. "If you spoil too much, they're going to blab about it."

"Not true," Schmitty retorted.

"Easy for you to say, pants boy." Guy laughed.

"Shut up." He turned to Cookie. "I told you not to fucking post that-"

"I mean, come on, you gotta admit that shit was hilarious. Surprised you didn't say 'Here, take my pants with you for luck!'"

"How about I take your eye out for luck? Huh?" Schmitty raised a fist.

"Sheesh, ok." Guy raised his hands as he got up from his chair. "Can't a Guy make a tease in peace?"

"Nobody found that joke funny!" An intern chimed in from the other room, to which Guy awkwardly rubbed his shoulder while grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"That's because they aren't receptive to good fucking comedy!" Guy yelled back as he opened the can and guzzled it down.

Nate dusted his hands. "Welp. Love to chat more, really, but its time to do our thing." He smirked as Cookie used his newfound telekinesis to grab another beer can from the fridge. "You've got my flash drive?"

"Locked and loaded." Cookie pulled the flash drive out of his pocket, taking a quick sip of his beer while doing so, before dramatically slamming the beer on the table. "Let's do this."

"Locked and loaded, huh. Just what he likes a man." Schmitty snorted. Nate could only glare back at the Hawaiian shirt-wearing guy as the two left the break room.

***

"Ok..." Cookie sighed as they walked down the hall. "So...let me get the straight. The plan is to hack into the meeting Zoom feed and mindfuck a bunch of interns to do shit, then put it on camera for your stupid Youtube channel."

"Not how I'd put it, but yeah, that's basically it." Nate sighed. "If you don't like it-"

"No, no, I do." Cookie reassured. "But if Helen finds out-"

"You can reset people, dude. It'll be like it never happened."

"But if Helen found out I reset her...she's gonna be even more pissed." Cookie awkwardly looked away. "Quite honestly, Helen's had it rough. She's the only thing stopping me from going full-on anime revenge-seeking supervillain right now."

"That and therapy!"

Silence.

"....You haven't been going to those appointments."

"..."

"The therapy sessions I scheduled for you."

"...I got busy?"

"Oh my god, you're such an idiot." Nate facepalmed. "Whatever. We'll talk later." He motioned over to an unmarked locked door. "Here's the spot."

"Right." Cookie's eyes glowed a brilliant bright pink as a small house key formed in his hand. Despite its more fitting shape for a home rather than an office, it fit into the door perfectly, and soon, they found themselves inside walls and walls of computers and server-machines.

"What now?"

"Hand me the flash drive, and I'll get you access to the smartboard feeds in every meeting room in this place. Then...." His voice turned sly. "...we'll do what we rehearsed."

"Hell yeah, man." Cookie couldn't help but snicker as he handed Nate the flash drive, and he began to turn on the computers. "Thanks for setting this up."

"Hey, you owed me one."

"True..." Cookie couldn't help but squee. "Either way, this shits gonna be good!"

***

"And next up in our agenda, any thoughts about the big Pack 10 sequel? We were thinking a You Don't Know Jack sequel, but quite honestly, the fans have been demanding Trivia Murder Party 3 for awhile now, and we already have Fibbage 4 to tie them-" Mavis spoke to an audience of Kim, Donny, and a couple of interns, only to be interrupt with the slides abruptly changing to a Zoom camera feed of Cookie. His smile was clearly smug as he rested his chin on the backs of his hands.

"Hello, staff members of the YDKJ community. If you're watching this, I have a mandatory message for you all. So, uh, if you could all listen to me real quick? That's an order by the way."

In the various zoom windows, a sudden flash of pink across the eyes of every staff member in the room confirmed that they were.

"Good. Now, uh, you've all got embarrassing moments in your lives, I'm sure. Ones that might have happened in this very office, perhaps?" The crowd nodded, their gazes distant. "Good. You're probably picturing them right now if that 'pink elephant paradox' Nate told me was correct or whatever. Anyway, good news! You're all in those very moments you're thinking about, right now! And you're trapped in them until I say you're free. Why? Because I'm the motherfucking boss! Cookie out!" He logged off the zoom meeting.

And everyone immediately began to panic. Mavis rambled on about forgetting to wear a bra this morning, covering her chest instinctively. Kim began flopping around the floor like a fish, panicking that someone discovered her secret mermaid form. Donny grabbed a random book in a vain effort to remember a more fancy word for cucumber.

And Cookie couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing that chaos.

***

"Now what?" Cookie shrugged as he glanced at the chaos on the security feeds.

"We just sit back and watch the chaos, then tell them to stop once things get too out of hand." Nate smirked back, only to notice Cookie's concern. "Don't worry, I'll take the blame if Helen somehow wasn't affected by this. What could go wrong?!?"

***

"Buzz, my dear, sweet, cousin, why didn't you fucking tell me Redacted's most embarrassing moment was setting the entire fucking break room on fire?" A few minutes later, the entire office found themselves outside, the fire truck sirens blaring so loud that they almost made Buzz's call inaudible.

Almost.

"You didn't fucking ask!!!!"

"Well, I figured when I said to check on every staff member doing meetings, you would've checked every staff-"

"He peaked in, Nate. I have no fucking control of when people peak in."

"Oh." Nate's forced smile turned into more of a grimace. "Well...shit."

"Yeah. Helen wants to talk to y'all, by the way. Have fun." Buzz snarked.

"We will." Was Nate's reply as he ended call, before turning to Cookie. "Fuck...we're going to be in trouble for this, aren't we."

"Yeah...." Cookie trailed off. "...I'm not going to do the mindfuck on her, before you-"

"I get that." Nate quickly replied.

"Glad you do." Cookie awkwardly looked away. "...I should really go to therapy, huh."

"Yeah, probably!" Schmitty yelled in the background, his snark cutting through Cookie like a knife.

"SHUT UP!"

#wrongydkjfic #escape the simulation #ets #superpower #gaining superpowers #superpower au #cookie masterson #josh schmitty schmitstinstein #schmitty #april fools day

[eponymousfics]

when you make a three page comic about writing a fic instead of actually writing the fic hashtag writer problems

this is the evolution of writers talking to the characters in the author notes lol

translations under the cut:

page 1:

epon: Hey, Ichimatsu...

ichi: Ah?

e: What do you want...next?

i: ...eh?

e: I mean, you just graduated [context: the latest update of the silence purrs was chapter 21], but that's not the end, right? There's other stuff you want?

i: 'stuff i want'...?

i: nnnn...

i: cats...

e: There are already four.

i: Oh, that's right. ...then...

i: ...I can't think of anything else...

e: Seriously...it's fine if you have cats and s*x, huh...

i: Yeah. (❁´◡`❁)

e: (❁´◡`❁) That's really all you need to be happy, huh...how un-greedy and sweet 💜

e: Unfortunately, we can't just let it end like this.

i: Eh?

e: Listen up, we've only got the "ki" and "sho" part of the story! [context: first two story beats in a 4 beat classification system] How are you going to get us to "ten" and "ketsu"?!

i: Eh?! Why would you ask me—aren't you the writer?? It's your job to think of that stuff isn't it?

e: That's true, but I need you to give me a certain amount of direction! Ok? It's ok if it's simple! Like, is there a kind of date you've always wanted to try, or?

i: nn~....

e: Do you really need to think so hard?! Anything goes! Even if it's pervy!

page 2:

i: Then...maybe...going to a cat cafe together...or something...

e: I've already planned something like that.

i: You said it was fine if it was simple?! (If you've already got plans don't ask!)

i: Fine, then why don't you focus on something about the reader character instead of me? Isn't their job going to come up later?

e: The reader's job, huh...um...

i: What do you mean, um?

e: I mean that sounds like I might run into a lot of things I need to research, and that sounds annoying~

i: Isn't that just you making work for yourself?

i: Sheesh. What did you even come to ask me in the first place?

e: Well, if we look at it broadly, where do you want to end up, ultimately? Living together? Confessing your love? Or should we leave all that up in the air and just end it on the "yeah they probably wound up doing those things" vibe? You're not ready for marriage, right? You wanna get a job?

i: Eh? What's up with those options? It's kind of a lot of pressure...

e: Well I mean, it's a romcom after all...>_>

i: B-but weren't all those options part of the "rom"? What about the "com"?

e: Oh, that...

e: I've mostly asked those guys to take care of that part.

e: So all you have to do is be lovey-dovey ;)

i: EH—?!

i: No no no no—! That's embarrassing!! Let's just stop—!

e: What, no we can't! We can't just end the story right here! You're super popular, Ichimatsu!

i: W-why...is everyone stupid?

e: That's not it.

e: It's because you're cute. :)

i: . . . ?

i: n...there's no way that's true...anyone who thinks that must have something wrong with them....they're definitely stupid...

e: You're as mean to your fans as ever, I see.

i: But I mean...why would they want trash like me...

e: Because you're cute.

i: But WHY would they think that?!

e: Hmmm...

e: I think it's about your heart.

page 3:

e: I mean, you're definitely a dark, violent, cynical spoiled baby of a NEET, but—

e: —on the other hand, sometimes you're really kind, or considerate, and your smile is really cute, and you have a surprising amount of common sense, so you really do have a bunch of good points. Plus, the darkness is pretty relatable. (The modern world is pretty scary, you know....)

e: So, let's work together to think of a story that everyone will like. Leave the romantic stuff to me. Can you think of anything to develop the plot from here?

i: ...

i: But...don't you think there isn't enough of a break?

e: A "break"?

i: I mean, it's me. If we're going to do anything more than we've already done, I'm...gonna need some time to recover. I can't change that fast, you know.

e: Hmm...is that so...(should we try changing focus then?)

e: Wait, that just brings us right back to the reader's job again!

i: Then go with that, please.

e: *sigh* Now I'm tired somehow...

i: ...

i: ...do you wanna...give it up? I mean, it's just a story about me—

e: NO.

e: I vow...

e: to make you happy!!

i: ?!

i: W-w-w-what's with that phrasing, what is this, a proposal?! It's not, so don't say embarrassing things like that—!!

e: (Sorry, sorry (❁´◡`❁))

//end translation

#lol this is so cringe but i thought that drawing on the first page of ichi being happy was cute #probably could've just shared that in isolation but fuck it who needs dignity #this is what i do when i have writer's block #eponbehindthescenes #the silence purrs #epon doodles #i apologize for atrocious paneling i am not a comic artist #these are glorified thumbnails lol

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 5: Mines & Magic Pt. 2

After what seemed like an hour tearing chaotically around what seemed to be a never-ending tangle of trees and more greenery than he’d ever want to see again—was he even still in Stardew?—trying and only half-succeeding to use the soon-to-set sun as a compass, Achilles finally came across a dirt path and followed it out of the forest into, mercifully, Pelican Town. Yes, that was Sam’s blue house, Jodi’s flower beds… 

He could feel the last drops of adrenaline begin to drain from his body now that he was in familiar territory, so Achilles’ was forced to pause and take a breather on his way to Dr. Harvey’s. His ribs were aching, his joggers ripped and smeared with dirt. A thousand cuts and scrapes littered his forearms, and his face and neck were sticky with sweat (and, perhaps, blood). Thank goodness nobody was around to see him.

In fact, nobody was around at all. It was dead silent.

Strange. 

Whatever. 

He hadn’t any energy to wonder any further. With a deep, bone-breaking groan, he collapsed onto a bench and took a minute to roll up his windbreaker’s dusty sleeves and better examine the damage, when he heard his name called. 

“Achilles! Achilles, hey! Thank goodness, somebody…” 

Achilles stifled the second groan that had begun to emerge from his throat as looked up from his battered elbows. 

Backlit by the sun, Alex was sprinting over, the orange duffle bag (now mud-free) swinging wildly by his side. 

“Hey, any idea where anybody is?” Alex was glancing urgently around town as he neared Achilles. “Nobody is here, not even my grandpa, and the saloon is locked up—” 

The rain and shadows of the previous night could scarcely have done anyone justice, but even then it hadn’t been difficult for Achilles to discern the obvious attractiveness of Alex’s features. But now, glowing under the rays of golden hour, Alex was (at least, to Achilles), disarmingly, stupidly beautiful. 

Though not his usual type, he had to admit—Alex was handsome in a wholesome, boyish kind of way. Warm green eyes set above a strong, clean-shaven jaw, there was both mischief and grace in his face, a youthful charm and an ageless nobility. And while muscular, the figure standing in front of him was still rather lean—much like a young Greek demigod, as Elliott would probably say, Achilles thought wryly, although Alex, too, was a brunette rather than a blond. At the moment, said hair was somewhat gelled back, although half the strands must’ve fallen free in his harried search around town.   

“—so I only got back like ten minutes ago, right, but still, thought I was going crazy until I saw you, like it’s a ghost town. Thought maybe Gus had an emergency since the saloon was closed, so I figured I’d grab a lemonade from Pierre’s but no one was there either—”

“Hmm? Oh fuck—” Achilles broke from his reverie. Pierre! Fuck. 

Jolting from the bench, he sprinted down the cobblestone path toward the mountains before a sore ankle and reason both wrested back control from this second shot of adrenaline. He hobbled back to Alex. “Do you have a cell phone? Can you put Abigail on the line?” 

“No cell phone phone, but I guess we can use Gus’, he keeps one outside the saloon for public use—dang, I should’ve thought of that, stupid—oh sheesh! What happened to you?” Alex jumped back, only now just taking in Achilles’ sorry state. “Seriously, man, what the heck happened to this town while I was at work?” 

“I’ll explain in a minute,” Achilles mumbled, already tearing towards the saloon. “Do you have Abigail’s number?” 

“Sure—hey, you’re lucky she even has a cell phone, got it last Winter Star, wouldn’t stop talking about it—” 

The line rang only once before a shaky, nasally Abigail answered the phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Abigail?” 

“HELLO?” 

“Abigail, it’s me, it’s Ach—”

“WHO?” 

“It’s Achilles, I—”

“ACHILLES??” 

“Yes—”

“Oh Yoba, Achilles, is it you? It’s really you, is it really? Are you ok?” On the other end, it sounded like Abigail had dissolved into a fresh fit of sobbing. 

“I’m fine! Listen, I don’t know what happened, but I met some Wizard, M. Rasmodius—”

A chorus of speakerphone groans met him from the other side.

“Of course it was. It was the Wizard, everybody—”

“Fucking Wizard—”

“Leave it to that bastard.” 

Abigail rushed to speak again. 

“I swear, I’ve never seen that happen before in my life—I thought Marlon might know what was going on, but then I didn’t want to waste any time running to the Guild and I just didn’t know what to do—”

“Abigail, I’m fine, really. I’m with Alex.”

“—you know, I said, this is it. He’s dead, you’re an accomplice to murder, say goodbye to—”

“Abigail!”

It took a few more shaky exchanges (and a few more audible curses towards the Wizard), but after a few minutes or so, Achilles was finally able to persuade Abigail that all was fine. 

Her mood dramatically encouraged by the confirmation of his safe return, she had recounted the tale to him and Alex. After the fall, Abigail had raced back up the mines at record speed, hoping beyond hope that perhaps the freak elevator had sent Achilles up instead of down. But she was greeted only by a confused Sebastian. And thus, directly confronted with Achilles’ glaring absence, had froze, at a complete and total loss for what to do next. 

She had collapsed in the middle of Pelican Town utterly distraught, scarcely able to choke out more than a string of two words; it was Sebastian who had ultimately taken the lead to inform the villagers that Achilles had gone missing in the mines. Within scarcely an hour after the fall, the townsfolk had mobilized, racing to the mines to craft a rescue operation. 

“Got the whole town looking for you!” Alex said, after Abigail had hung up. He led Achilles off the saloon’s porch, back into the crisp air and sun of the town square (so unlike the mines). “You must be important.”

Achilles snorted to stop the smirk that had unconsciously snuck across his face. 

“Or, I don’t know, that’s just Pelican Town, I guess…” Alex gestured for Achilles to take a seat. “Call it a little intro for you to the type of folks that live here.”

Achilles nodded silently as he battled the sneeze tickling his nose. Fatigue was beginning to settle in again. Man, why couldn’t he run into Alex, say, at the beginning of an uneventful day? Fresh from a jog, showered, hair blow-dried. Wide awake. He had always been more of a morning person. 

“I mean, not that you’re not important,” Alex added quickly, perhaps mistaking Achilles’ scrunched waiting-for-a-sneeze face for indignation. “I mean, you know how I feel about you—wow, actually, I take that back, that sounded creepy. You know what I mean. Nice meeting you for the second time ever, Achilles! Um… wait, okay, so what happened with you and the Wizard?” 

To Achilles vindication, Alex (who interrupted his story only once) had nodded enthusiastically at his “two eggs in a bowl” explanation. 

“Except we were taught ‘two eggs in jello.’ I remember our teacher brought in, like, literal jello with hard boiled eggs floating inside to class once to show us. You’ve got our tiny Plane and then the tiny Spirit Plane and then the jello—or, I guess, bowl for you—was the big hecking Astral Plane that surrounds the other two, right? And the egg shells are the Walls that separate the Planes from each other? Yeah! Don’t worry, I know what you’re talking about… 

“You know, I was the only one brave enough to eat the eggs after. I mean, come on, they were still in the shell, and it’s not like I ate them with the jello…” 

Achilles had finished recounting his side of the tale to a wide-eyed Alex (it had been hard to stay focused with those eyes gazing at him so intensely) when the trapped sneeze finally decided to make a successful break for it—only to, to his extreme embarrassment, splatter his sleeve with blood. 

Well, that was it. Time to call it in. 

“I ought to head back now that they know I’m fine—thanks for showing me the phone,” Achilles declared in an overly enthusiastic tone. He stood and immediately unzipped his windbreaker, rapidly tying the gross, bloody evidence around his waist while attempting to surreptitiously burrow his blood-flecked chin into the collar of his button-down.

“Um, no. You ought to stay and wait for Dr. Harvey,” Alex grabbed Achilles’ shoulders and planting him firmly back down. “No offense, but you’re kind of a mess, man.” 

The impact of those words being delivered by someone with eyes as green as Stardew Valley grass was enough to cement him to the bench. They’d have to chip him away now, with a chisel and everything. He would never recover.

“Here, it might still be a bit, the mines are kind of a ways away.” Alex unzipped the orange duffel and kneeled on the ground in front of Achilles, between his legs. Oh, he would definitely never recover now.

“For your nose.” He handed Achilles a tissue before unscrewing a water bottle. “Hold out your hands for me?” 

Achilles obliged, grateful that the sudden barrage of sweat on his palms would be washed off with the blood and dirt. 

“Geeze, I still can’t believe you went up there. I never go… went once as a kid and hated it, never went back. Creepy stuff. Monsters, demons. Spirits… Although I guess it makes sense you’re not scared. I’m going to pour this over your head now, if that’s ok.” 

Achilles nodded, closing his eyes as he wiped his now-damp hands on a gym towel Alex had promised was clean. Goosebumps prickled his arms that couldn’t quite be explained by the lukewarm water now running down his forehead and nose.

He dried his face as Alex dug around for a tube of antibiotic and some band-aids. 

“Came well prepared,” Achilles said, avoiding that steady green gaze as Alex, still kneeling, applied some of the ointment to the cut on his forehead. 

“It’s still bleeding.” Alex bit his lip as he carefully placed a gauze on the wound, applying pressure. “But I don’t think it’s that bad.” 

“Thank you, Dr. Alex.” Achilles reached to hold the gauze himself, pressing it tightly to his head. At least his nose seemed to have stopped bleeding. Small mercies. “I’ve got it, don’t worry about me.” 

Alex laughed and took a seat next to him on the bench. “Hey, I’ll wait with you. Make sure the town knows you’re not some Achilles-shaped demon from the mines.” 

“All right, now how do you know for sure I’m not an Achilles-shaped demon from the mines?” 

“Oooh true, how about… hmm… what’d we talk about last night… okay—at what age did I read Apparition?” 

“You didn’t read Apparition you fake fan.” 

The shared laughter hurt Achilles’ ribs, but he welcomed any piece of positivity after the day’s mess. Alex shifted closer—just a hair’s breadth, not purposeful, knees bumping for just half a second—but it nevertheless sent Achilles’ heart racing even higher. This close, he could smell him; a blend of salt and citrus. And a million times better than however the hell Achilles must’ve smelled. 

“So, Alex, what do you—”

“ACHILLES! Oh thank goodness, thank Yoba—”

The villagers, led by a gasping, wheezing Abigail, were making their way down from the mountains. 

“Hey now, be careful there—”

But Abigail either didn’t hear or didn’t heed Alex’s warning and hurtled straight into Achilles, where she buried her head in his shoulder. 

“Is it really truly absolutely you? I’m so sorry, I swear that never happened before, I never would have—”

“Abigail, it’s fine.” Achilles awkwardly untangled himself from her embrace. “Everything’s fine.” 

“And don’t worry, it really truly absolutely is him,” Alex added, watching Abigail’s shaking shoulders, lips twitching as he caught Achilles’ side eye. 

But for even the most whorish of attention whores, being the center of a crowd due to an unfortunate, unplanned fall down a magical elevator shaft is nothing short of embarrassing. 

Achilles thought back to his grandpa’s letter… imagine making a name for yourself because you crashed your head on a rock. This was not the family honor ol’ Dan Robinson likely had in mind. 

Eager to get away from expectant eyes (especially those of the green variety), Achilles gracefully thanked the crowd for their concern while dodging any further hugs. And after a check up from Dr. Harvey declared him to be in decent enough condition—mostly bad bruises and scrapes, no severe sprains or breaks, “best just avoid intense physical labor for a bit”—Achilles found himself turning down dinner invitations and calls for him to recount his story, instead grabbing a to-go box from the saloon and calling it a night. 

It was all too much. They cared too much, it was almost disconcerting. Surely the whole town hadn’t needed to go to the mines… 

You must be important. 

Achilles pushed Alex’s words out of his head. He couldn’t let himself feel important. Not for a reason as stupid as this.  

Yet sitting against the iron frame of his bed, shoveling beans and rice into his mouth, he couldn’t help but think back to his conversation with the Wizard.

Magic… 

You were the first person to have passed the test…

No, he wouldn’t let himself feel important. He didn’t deserve that. Not yet. 

#chapter 5 #sunspraypeak #llnks #stardew valley fanfic #sdv fanfic #sdv alex #sdv oc #stardew valley alex

[tsuki-sennin]

Ohayo, Pretty Cure! To the end of the world! Considering the rather sudden spike in intensity last episode, no doubt we're gonna build on that and witness something truly horrifying.

Spoilers, I guess…

-That boy is knocked the fuck out.

-Yuin... :(

-Kome Kome is Kome Komatose.

-And Seccy has yet to wake up.

-I can't get over this happy-ass opening god

-I don't think it's just Oishi-Na town in crisis, Yui.

-Oh shit, Spiritoru.

-I see he's completely under Godatz's control, still.

-No, Cerfuil!

-You take over the food. You take over the world.

-Seccy, c'mon girl... :(

-Listen to Mari-chan. Cut yourself a break.

-Oh fuck, there she goes

-Oh, Seccy's got a thing for Kokone's hot mom.

-Ah, r-right, Genius Taster. That's uh... totally the subtext.

-D

-Did Pamu-Pamu and Mem-Mem hide in her dress?

-I am... not used to seeing these characters in despair, that's horrifying.

-Thank you for trying to help, Amane.

-Mari-chan's always been this epic, I see.

-Oh hey, those're Pretty Holic products.

-He still remembers the good times he had with Cinnamon and Fennel, my heart

-"It tastes like mustard and sadness!"

-"The salty taste of despair is one knows as they grow up."

-Girl, you nasty

-Jesus Christ, what is that noise

-Oh shit, Ran's family

-Amane's big brothers!

-Even the Fuwa family's fancy-ass restaurant!

-Jesus Christ, I know I said "starve the world" last episode, but that's literally what Godatz is doing here.

-You petty-ass bitch.

-They stole all of Ranchi's finest cuisine.

Amane: Ran! What is your favorite food?

Ran: Er... favorite?

Kokone: Jesus Christ, it's worse than we thought!

-Queen Zeal has brought forth the Black Omen.

-Wow, he's really become a dictator.

-Cuisineless.

-I'm sorry, but you could totally knock those things outta the sky with a frying pan.

-Hoarding all of the world's resources and only handing them over to people who toil away in despair on his behalf? I can't believe Godatz is a billionaire! That motherfucker dies tonight.

-Time to kick ass then!

-Peace! Land! Bread! Cure Spicy!

-Noodles are the heart and soul of the working man! Cure Yum-Yum!

-Fruits and dessert belong to the people! Cure Finale!

-Eat the rich! Delicious Party Pretty Cure!

-Group hug :)

-Going all out!

-Bread Noodle Combo.

-Goddamn, he's strong

-Oh shit, Rosemary did it.

-Reinvigorated!

-They love you, Yuin :)

-Seccy pls

-Cookless behavior.

-Kokone :)

-Takumicchi!

-"It's me who has to apologize to Yone-san."

-Man, seeing Seccy so vulnerable is such a change.

-Yone-san...

-Sheesh, even from the next world, she's still been here for you little dweebs.

-The power of a smile.

-Completely fucked.

-Oh, so Yone-san gave Yuin her name.

-Like a rice ball!

-Oh!

-Okay, that helped!

-For the people!

-Kome!

-The rice of friendship.

-Connecting the hearts of everyone, even with minimal ingredients! Cure Precious!

-Ginger's teachings... we'll inherit them!

-Oh shit, that was all the episode

-Well goddamn, guess we're waiting another week.

-Hoka-hoka heart power!

-The delicious party isn't quite over yet, I see.

-It'll end on a high note. Wonderfully.

#if you receive a little kindness give them a large serving! #pretty cure #precure #delicious party pretty cure #delicious party spoilers #delicious party precure #delipre

[sekhisadventures]

Savage United We Stand

Orgrimmar, The Drag, approximately one hour after the destruction of the Helm of Domination

“Uuhhhhnnn… me head…” groaned Mola’raum as he opened his eyes. He hadn’t had a headache like this since, well, ever really. He didn’t even know he could still feel pain like that.

“Easy Mola, I’m here…” whispered Nitika, kneeling next to her undead ally. “Talk to me, what happened? Every single death knight and Forsaken in Orgrimmar felt that!” she asked, anxiety clear in her voice.

“I… I dunno… I saw Sylvannas’ face… and she was holdin’ da lich king’s crown… then…” he closed his eyes, focusing on what he saw through the lingering connection to Bolivar once the crown had been ripped off his head. “She… did somethin’… she didn’t put it on… but…” he shook his head. He’d go to Acherus first, make certain of what he saw.

Immediately after the crown was removed Bolivar had used what lingering power of Domination remained to send an urgent mental call to his death knights, showing them what he saw. The connection was too weak to see everything, but it almost looked like Sylvannas was trying to break the crown! 

“I dunno, I don’t wanna say nothin’ until I be sure…” he shook his head, using his spear to push himself up to his feet. “But I gotta get ta Acherus ‘n Icecrown right fookin’ now… or…” he blinked, glancing northwards. “… Nitika…” he muttered.

Nitika shuddered, sensing something coming, something downright unholy. An’she’s light seemed to dim with every passing second as she looked north. “Yeah… I sense it too… something’s coming.” She whispered.

“HEY!” shouted a gruff voice as a squat green form rounded the corner. Grimo Blamstick jogged into view followed closely by their newest recruit, the vulpera Sekhi, as the goblin skidded to a halt infront of them. “I was in my workshop and that early warnin’ system I made? Well th' NecroMantic Energy Detector just went freakin’ nuts! Buried th'e' godsdamned needle!” he shouted, “Then I come out and every single deadhead is screamin’ themselves hoarse! WHAT TH' FUCK IS GOING ON!?”

Sekhi however was close to tears, her ears folded and her tail wrapped tightly around her ankle, the vulpera wringing her hands and trembling. “It stopped… th' elements… th' world’s song, it stopped! I can’t hear it at all anymore!” she whined, “Something has Azeroth so scared it can’t sing to me!”

Nitika paused at that, looking to Sekhi, “I… wait, that song… you mean you can’t hear the elements at all anymore?!” she gasped. For a shaman that was akin to having their arms and legs cut off!

“I… I mean, I can tell they’re still there, but there’s nothing from them! They’re totally silent! I can’t hear their music anymore!” she whimpered, pawing at her ears, “I-I don’t like it! Its too quiet!”

“Ah shit, you guys too?” came another voice as Galdia strode into view. “Jeez, gangs all here I guess… except for that elf-demon-thing. I was at the bar and all the zombies started screaming, so I came outside and half of Orgrimmar is going crazy.” she paused and looked at Sekhi, “What’s wrong with her?” she grunted.

Then all five of them jumped as a winged form swooped low and landed nearby, straightening up and looking at them with burning green eyes.

Grimo shook his head and frowned at him, “Sheesh Merihim, how about some warnin’ next time? Things are crazy enough right now without you pullin’ th' dramatic entrance schtick.” he snorted.

Merihim shrugged at the goblin, then looked to the other five members of Savage United, “Whatever. Are you all armed?” he asked.

The group nodded as Grimo unholstered his gun and checked to make sure it was loaded while Galdia just gave him a ‘what the fel do you think’ look.

“Good.” he added, looking to the north as he narrowed his eyes, the flames sparking and flaring for a moment, “… because they’re here.” he growled as a loud horn echoed through Orgrimmar. The horn was an alarm, only sounded when the city fell under siege!

Suddenly the sky was blotted out by dozens upon dozens of wings, armored figures soaring over the city as all around them those who could fight unsheathed their weapons and roared up at the appearance of what any member of the horde would recognize as their former warchief’s pets and those who couldn’t retreated indoors to wait out the carnage. This was no small surgical strike like what happened to Stormwind and Boralus! Orgrimmar was a city of warriors, almost every orc at least knew how to swing an axe, this was an army!

Sekhi gaped up at the sky, she’d never seen even one val’kyr before, and even veterans like Mola’raum were stunned at just how many there were. “Oh… dis be bad mon…” he whispered under his breath, unsheathing his runespear as the engravings on the tip glowed with their sickly green light.

“Hey… uh… is it just me or are those guys flyin’ towards Warsong Hold?” asked Grimo, gazing upwards but not even knowing where to start firing!

Nitika gasped, “… they’re after the Horde Council! We have to do something!”

Grimo grinned at that. Do 'something…' oh a goblin had something and then some. “RIGHT YA MOOKS! This is officially a siege situation! Weapons out, getcher asses to Warsong Hold, 'n if ya see wings…” he glanced at Merihim, “… wings that specifically have feathers… KILL TH' SHIT OUTTA ‘EM! SAVAGE UNITED, ATTACK!” he yelled!

It would normally be goofy to see someone that tiny shouting orders, but when it came to carnage a goblin always knew what they were doing. Nitika picked up her eagle-staff and rushed off alongside Mola’raum as the death knight snapped his fingers loudly, the ground rumbling next to him as his ghoul burst free from the dirt and quickly scrambled off behind him. Sekhi yipped and looked around, then smacked her cheeks a few times before reaching into her pouch and pulling out a wooden flute, then scampered after them.

Galdia grinned widely, “Allriiiiiiiiight! Now THIS is what I signed up for!” she cackled, unsheathing her sword and charging down the alleyway as well as Merihim rolled his eyes and crouched, then lept upwards as his wings erupted from his back, gliding after the others. Grimo, bringing up the rear, pressed a button on his gauntlet. Behind him two metallic shapes rushed out of his workshop, a pair of robotic dogs covered in spikes, hidden weapons, and razor sharp bits.

“L.U.P.E! Battle mode, disable aggro limiters 'n attack whatever my bullets hit!” he snapped, rushing after the others as the robot’s eyes flashed in acknowledgement, then turned bright red as they followed their creator.

When they arrived in the Valley of Strength it was already a battleground. Several buildings were in flames and the sky was full of val’kyr! Thrall was outside of Warsong Hold in a ring of Kor'kron, Aggra inside with their children. She wasn’t hiding, more protecting their kids incase the val’kyr got past him so that she could unleash her full fury on any that came through into the hold.

Up on the ridge leading to the troll and goblin districts Gazlowe was barking orders as the Bilgewater goblins fired whatever weapons they had handy at the encroaching army, and even Ji and the Huojin were doing what they could to stop any of the invaders that got grounded. The sky was so thick however that the sun itself was getting blotted out.

“Right! Get going guys! Don’t worry about killin’ all of ‘em. Just grab one, beat ‘em until they stop moving, 'n keep going!” snapped Grimo as he caught up with the others, taking aim at a passing val’kyr and with a massive bang of seaforium the winged humanoid screamed and fell as a round of buckshot tore through it’s left wing, several nearby orcs immediately charging it and smashing the stunned and crippled creature.

Nitika took a deep breath, then focused around the battlefield, spotting injured members of the horde and channeling An’she’s light into them, focusing on restoring those who’d already been injured by the attackers as Mola’raum gestured to one of the val’kyr, a spectral hand bursting out of his and grabbing the invader around the throat, then yanking them down to the ground harshly. As they struggled to get to their feet he brought his spear down on their exposed neck, then focused on another.

Sekhi whined, looking around. She’d done a couple missions for Savage United already, but they were small time stuff like taking care of encroaching predators and putting the hurt on centaur bandits, nothing she wouldn’t have been involved in back in Vol’dun. This was by magnitude worse.

“Hey, fox.” grinned Galdia, “Focus on whats infront of ya. You bring ‘em down…” she gripped her sword, “I’ll make ‘em STAY down.” she nodded.

Sekhi swallowed, then nodded to Galdia and put her flute to her muzzle, beginning to play. She couldn’t hear them anymore, but she knew they were still there. The song was shaky at first, then she began to focus as sparks began to gather around her form as she twirled and suddenly thrust out the flute, a blast of lighting shooting from the tip at the invaders! The bolt shot up into the sky and struck one val’kyr, blasting the feathers off its wings, then arcing to another, and another, and another. By the fourth it was little more than static, but the first two spiraled out of the air and into the ground roughly, only to be met by Galdia’s metal boot coming from above at speed on the first one’s head, then her sword piercing right through the plate armor covering the second one’s back.

Grimo stood by and shot one val’kyr after another, aiming for their wings. “Attagirl Sekhi! Don’t focus on killin’ ‘em in th' air! Get 'em on th' ground 'n let th' others do th' rest! HAHA! TAKE THAT YA FUCKIN’ TURKEY!” he smirked as another val’kyr crashed into the ground with a half-destroyed wing and his robotic dogs pounced, tearing the rest of its wings off as well.

One of the val’kyr turned to them, then arced towards the defenders and away from Thrall, clearly reasoning that taking them out would make their job easier, only to notice their shadow on the ground seemed bigger than it should be before a huge wall of muscle, scales, and horns tackled it from above!

Merihim had gotten above the val’kyr and transformed into his demonic form! It didn’t have wings, but it was twice as big as the val’kyr! The armored humanoid tried to kick its way free, but Merihim grabbed his shoulders, then exhaled a blast of felfire right into the helmeted face, causing a scream as the metal liquified and melted onto the val’kyr’s flesh from the intense heat before they crashed into the ground.

Nitika winced at that, if there’s one member who definitely embodied the ‘Savage’ in Savage United… then she shook it off and focused on healing again as, slowly, the numbers began to thin. “I-I think we’re winning guys! Keep it up!” she called back to the others.

“Don’t be gettin’ cocky Nitts! Dese guys gotta be workin’ for Sylvannas! She know Orgrimmar’s defenses! She… uh…” shouted back Mola’raum, his voice faltering as he looked up, pointing up at the sky, “Guys! DA FOOK AM I SEEIN’ HERE?!” he shouted.

It looked like a dragon… but… wrong. Huge curved horns, massive shadowy wings, glowing white eyes, a fleshy jet-black body, and a face like a huge skull, and it was bearing down on Warsong Hold, surrounded by a squad of val’kyr!

“Mola, th' fel is that?! Some kinda frost wyrm?” called Grimo as he took aim at it, but even as he did he knew his rifle would be a pop gun against something that size!

“No mon! Dat not be one a da Scourge’s dragons! I… I dunno wut da fook dat be!” he replied… and yet… something about it was horribly familiar, like he’d seen one before but he just couldn’t remember where…

The beast roared, then slammed down atop warsong hold with enough force to shake the ground around them as the val’kyr swooped lower, the monster bearing down on Thrall and the kor’kron, smashing half of the guards away with a single swipe of it’s huge talons.

“Guys, I know we punch above our weight sometimes… but that…” Grimo said, pulling his goggles over his eyes and turning on his portable N.M.E. (NecroMantic Energy) meter and watching the number climb higher and higher until it glitched out and read ‘error’ on the HUD, “… that thing is way above our pay grade…”

Galdia snarled, “Show some damn backbone goblin! This just means we finally got an opponent worth fighting! LOK’TAR OGAR!” she roared, raising her sword and charging the monster… and after a sweep of it’s tail she slid to a stop between Nitika and Grimo, spitting a bit of blood and a tooth out of her mouth. “… okay, so maybe it’s a bit tougher than normal…”

Grimo looked at it again, then grinned. “Okay, guys, keep that thing busy! I gotta go back to my workshop!” he nodded, turning on his heel and bolting back into the drag as there was another scream from above and another val’kyr crashed to the ground with Merihim atop them, clawing at their armor.

Mola’raum watched him go, then looked back at the ‘dragon,’ “… I know I gonna be regrettin’ dis, but whatever dat gobbo gonna get can’t possibly be worse den dat ting.” he nodded.

“Never say never when it comes to Grimo’s inventions Mola.” frowned Nitika as she gasped for breath. All the healing was taking a toll on her, the seer starting to feel dizzy indeed.

“Right, well ya heard da boss mon!” he nodded, standing firm on the ground and gripping his spear, “Time ta pull out alla da stops!” he nodded, jamming the tip into the ground, then the ghostly light in his eyes flared brightly as the runes on the spear erupted in green light!

“Hear me bruddahs ‘n sistahs! Mola’raum of da Ebon Blade calls to ya from beyond da veil! Ya all bled ‘n died here, now getcha lazy bones up ‘n defend ya city!” he called out as all around him the ground rumbled, then suddenly undead began clawing themselves free from the dirt and charging any val’kyr within reach, leaping at the ones they couldn’t reach with surprising agility for rotten things. Mola’raum was a death knight after all, and as a last ditch attack they could invoke their dominion over death to summon a horde of the undead against their foes!

It wouldn’t last long, but the undead could keep the val’kyr distracted with Sekhi’s lighting and, once she’d stopped seeing double from the tail swipe, Galdia’s sheer bloodthirst. Nitika did what she could, but she was almost ready to collapse, the val’kyr had injured a lot of their allies. Merihim did his own thing, savaging any val’kyr he could lay his hands on with the fury of one of the Illidari, but their numbers didn’t seem to be thinning anymore.

“Just how many of these things are there?!” gasped Nitika, stumbling as she finished mending a grunt’s broken arm, her mouth feeling like sandpaper.

“I dunno…” whined Sekhi as she blasted another val’kyr’s wing with a burst of molten lava so Galdia could stomp it until it stopped kicking. “If I could still hear Azeroth's song I’d know if we were winnin', but all I can hear is screaming 'n people dyin' 'n there’s no music anymore!” she whined, shaking her head and trying to focus on the fight, but it was obvious the inexperienced vulpera was close to panic…

… and that’s when Grimo came running back, carrying a shiny gun made of some sort of blue metal with a huge ball of electrical energy where the ammo cartridge would normally go. “I GOT THIS! CLEAR A PATH! THIS BABY CAN REALLY KICK!” he cackled.

Mola’raum stared, the death knight’s face paling even more than it already was. “… is dat Titanstrike?!” he shouted.

“An’she have mercy, Grimo you didn’t modify it again did you?!” yelled Nitika, all her fatigue forgotten. “You almost destroyed half of Orgrimmar last time!” she screamed.

“… he what?” asked Sekhi, looking between them and at Grimo’s gun as Galida looked confused… but she was still on Draenor for that.

“Its okay guys! I’m almost totally definitely one hundred percent sure I know what I did wrong last time!” grinned the goblin, putting the gun in position with the stock against his shoulder and taking aim at the massive undead beast on Warsong Hold. “Just stand back 'n watch th' firewo-“ he smirked, pulling the trigger…

The resulting shockwave did knock away a good chunk of the val’kyr forces from the hold, as well as knock half the defenders off their feet as a bolt of lighting as thick and big around as a kodo beast erupted from the gun’s barrel and blasted into the side of the monstrous dragon-like creature, causing it to scream in pain and fury.

“-OOOOOOOOSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii….” screamed Grimo as the kickback from the gun sent him flying backwards off his feet and down through the Drag, the stream of electricity not stopping as he was launched through the city, the goblin still focusing on the monstrous target as he let the energy cell discharge into the beast. He had drained about five dozen storm elementals to fill it, so it had enough juice to power all of Crapopolis for a week, and all of it was slamming into the trump card the val’kyr had brought with them.

Sekhi just stared at the massive blast of electricity, her muzzle agape as she watched the monstrous beast try and fail to break free from the stream which seemed to have grounded itself in it’s side, the creature letting out an unearthly roar of pain as it tore apart it’s undead flesh.

Galdia stumbled to her feet and looked on in awe as well. She’d seen some amazing weaponry back on Draenor, mostly in the hands of the Lightbound, but she’d never quite seen anything like that.

Even Merihim had paused in his felblood induced fury to watch the display, most of the defenders and even some of the val’kyr seemed mesmerized by the sheer chaos they were seeing… until finally, with one loud shriek of agony the beam finished cutting through the monster’s side and blasted out through the other end, streaking off into the sky above Orgrimmar and putting on a display visible all the way to Stonetalon until, at last, the charge ran out in the gun and the beam dissipated.

The monstrous undead creature gasped out, its jaw working up and down… and then with a tremendous crash it slid off of Warsong Hold and onto the ground, shaking all the nearby buildings and pinning anyone who couldn’t get away in time.

All was silent now, the Horde defenders and, yes, even the remaining val’kyr were stunned… and slowly the surviving defenders realized that the beast was dead, most of the val’kyr had fled or been knocked senseless by the blast, and the other ones weren’t paying attention… and then the screaming began again and lasted for another several long minutes until, finally, the val’kyr were all dead or routed.

Slowly, limping slightly, Grimo emerged from the Drag, still carrying the titan-forged gun with steam trailing from the barrel. “Ow… ow… fucking ow… ow…” he winced, “So… toldja it’d be okay…” he grunted.

The other five members just stared at him… then Galdia grinned and threw her fists up, “THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!”  she hollered.

Sekhi just kept staring, her jaw still hanging open until Nitika leaned down and closed it with one large tauren fingertip. “Grimo… I thought I hid that damn thing after last time…” she grumbled as Galdia flailed her arms towards the dead form of the monstrous beast.

"YOU WERE JUST LIKE BOOM AND IT WAS ALL RAAAWR AND YOU WERE LIKE 'OH SHIT' AND IT WAS LIKE ARRRRRGH AND..." the mag'har continued, all wound up from the fight and the destruction she'd just witnessed.

Mola’raum sighed, ignoring Galdia as he looked to Nitika, “Yeah, well, since when dat stop him? He prolly put some homin’ device or somethin’ on it so he could find it again when ya was busy.”

“Hey it worked didn’t it?! I didn’t see any of yer fancy tricks stoppin’ that thing.” snarled the goblin in response, tucking the gun under his arm with a satisfied smirk.

Merihim however looked around, then narrowed his eyes and focused his fel-sight. “… Thrall is missing.” he said simply.

The other five looked around, then at the retreating val’kyr who were already fleeing back north and noted that one of the figures in the flock didn’t have wings and was kicking like crazy.

“… well shit.” frowned Grimo, “Bet that means we don’t get paid.”

“Shut up Grimo.” sighed Nitika.

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Welcome to the Family, Boy (Alcina x Fem!Reader Fanfic)

First thank you all for your support for my first Dimitrescu fanfic. I truly appreciate it and all the support this community has given me on. Let's go on to the next one, shall we?

Premise: After a long and stressful week, your wife Alcina wants to help you let off some steam. However, your amorous activities are cut short by an unexpected surprise.

Warning: blood. There are some steamy scenes in here but nothing explicit, so it's mostly safe for work.

As you climb the stairs to your bedroom, you heave a great sigh. It’s been a long and stressful week. Daniela had caused a small fire in the wine cellar basement by knocking over a lantern when she had gotten a little too eager for a feeding. It was eventually put out, but the corpse was burned in the process. Alcina had been furious at the waste of resources. It had taken a full day to get rid of the ash, but the basement was clean. Well, as clean as it could be. Aside from the wine cellar, Alcina didn’t seem to care much about cleaning up the basement. Well, it was over now. Now you just couldn’t wait to curl up next to your wife and get a good sleep.

You arrive at your doorway and hear Maria Callas singing “Casta Diva” from within. You smile. Your mutual love for opera was one of the first things you discussed as you were courting. Before you reach your hand to knock at the door, you hear Alcina call, “Is that you iubirea mea?”

“Yes, dear,” you reply. You stretch your arms behind your head. “Oh, I just can’t wait to get into bed-” Your voice cuts off as you see what your wife is wearing. She is wearing a black peignoir and as she stands up, she casts it off to reveal a black and red lingerie set.

She smiles wickedly. “I can’t wait to get into bed with you either.”

You don’t move. You can only stare. Her scarlet lips match the exact shade of the lingerie. Without any sleeves, you see her muscular arms and you blush as you recall what those arms feel like wrapped around you. Her legs are on full display as well with a red stocking clipped to a garter. They reach up to your shoulders and you have spent many a time nestled in them with your head on her lap. You open your mouth to reply but find nothing coming out.

Alcina pouts and puts one hand behind her on the bed. “Come, pet,” she purrs, beckoning you with a red fingernail. “You’re not going to stand there all day, are you?”

You don’t say anything. You cross the space between you and your wife in three steps and launch yourself over into her waiting arms. The scent of her perfume is overwhelming and you breathe it in. You close your eyes and kiss her chin, her laugh lines and finally her lips. She laughs through the kiss and holds your head between her hands. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“Don’t talk,” you rasp, your voice full of desire.

She smiles. “All right, draga mea. No talking then.” She kisses you deeply and you weave your hands through her locks.

She picks you up and carries you across the room, kissing all the while until you reach the wall. You lean your head on the wall behind you and wrap your legs around her waist. “I’ve needed this, my love,” you whisper against her lips.

Ding dong!

You hear the doorbell resound through the castle. You break the kiss and fix her with a quizzical expression. “Were you expecting anyone?” you ask.

She shakes her head quickly. “No. Could be a solicitor. Could be a vampire hunter coming to put a stake in all our hearts.” Her golden eyes are glazed over with desire. “Right now I couldn’t care less at the moment.” She nuzzles your neck and you sigh. She breaks away and looks at you, an unasked question in her eyes. She’s hungry. You nod your consent and she pulls away your nightgown to bear your neck and shoulders. She pulls you close and bites your neck and feeds on the blood pooling around your neck. You feel her neck working against your chest as she drinks. You take pleasure in every gasp and moan she makes. You feel pleasantly light-headed by the time she pulls away with a satisfied sigh.

Ding dong!

Alcina groans and bares her teeth in anger. “It’s getting too late for this!”

You caress her jaw. “Dear, maybe we should answer it. It could be an emergency.”

She shakes her head impatiently. “It’s probably some snot-nosed kid playing a prank.” She lifts your chin with a finger and gives you a seductive grin. “Don’t focus on it right now, pet. Right now is about you and me.”

“You’re probably right-” She stops the rest of your sentence with a rough kiss, opening your mouth with her tongue. Her hand travels up your leg and her hand making contact against your bare leg gives you a pleasant chill. Her hand rests on your thigh and she pushes you up against the wall again while using her nimble fingers to unhook your garter.

Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong!

Alcina gives a frustrated growl. “Damn it to hell!”

“Darling,” you say gently petting her arm as a signal to set you down. “If it were kids, they’d be bored and have gone home by now. I’m going to check who it is.”

Your wife crosses her arms and gives an adorable pout. “Fine. Do what you want.”

You adjust your nightgown and wipe any leftover blood and lipstick off your neck. As you walk to the door, Alcina gently puts your dressing gown around your shoulders. You catch her hand and give it a kiss. “I’ll be with you shortly. I just need to get dressed.”

You smile at her. “Very well, darling.” As you turn to leave the door, Alcina catches your shoulder and whispers huskily, “And after we get back, we will most certainly get back the lost time that nuisance has stolen from us.”

You blush furiously and kiss her goodbye. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the doorbell ring again. Once, twice, three times. “Yeah yeah, I’m coming. I’m coming.” You grasp the brass handles and with a great effort manage to open the doors wide. You’re jealous of Alcina in moments like these. She could open the doors with such ease that you forget that each door weighed hundreds of pounds.

You are surprised to see Heisenberg holding something wrapped in cloth. You can’t help but smile when you see Heisenberg. Heisenberg and Alcina may be like oil and water, but the two of you liked each other almost instantly. He told you once that “anyone who could put up with that bitch for more than 20 seconds must be a good person. And you have to put up with her for life!”

Heisenberg returns your smile. “Hi, hon.”

“Hi Karl. How about you come in and warm up with a nice cup of tea?” You stand aside to allow him in. “Come on. It’s freezing out there.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, honey, but I really can’t stay long. Is your ball and chain around? This question concerns her too.”

“Heisenberg,” you hear your wife’s drawl. You both look to see her descending the stairs. There is no evidence of your amorous activities as she has on a fresh coat of lipstick, is fully dressed and her hair is pinned perfectly in place under her hat. “To what do I owe this rather unpleasant surprise?”

Heisenberg clenches his teeth. “Believe me, I wouldn’t come here unless it was an emergency.”

“Then what is it?” Alcina asks as she puts her left hand on your shoulder. You reach up to cover it with your own. “Out with it, and be on your way. Some of us would rather be in bed right now.”

Heisenberg notes your kiss-swollen lips and a hickey already starting to form on your neck. “Yes, I suppose some of us rather would.”

Alcina’s eyes flash and she grits her teeth. “Heisenberg, I swear-”

Heisenberg puts up a placating hand while he holds the bundle with his other. “Ok, ok. I’ll cut to the chase then. Sheesh, do you have any sense of humor?” He unwraps the bundle to reveal a mewling French bulldog. It can’t be more than a couple weeks old.

As you place your hand on your heart Heisenberg continues. “I found him outside of his house. Whole damned family was slaughtered. He needs a place to stay. I thought this might be the best place for him.”

You look at your wife with pleading eyes, but she gives a sharp, “No.”

“Darling-”

“No.” She glares at Heisenberg. “Why can’t you take him in? Maybe it would be an opportunity for you to learn some responsibility for once in your cursed existence.”

You see Heisenberg roll his eyes behind his sunglasses. “Yes, and I’d be responsible for him being torn apart by Lycans. I’m not taking him in. It’s not safe for him there.”

You take your wife’s hand in yours. “Darling, please reconsider. We can’t turn the poor thing away. Besides, our daughters would love having a d-”

She immediately puts a hand over your mouth. “Don’t say it,” she warns, looking furtively around the foyer.

“What?” you ask against her hand. “Dog?”

Almost immediately your daughters, Bela, Cassandra and Daniela materialize from their fly shrouds. They zero in on the dog and Cassandra takes him out of Heisenberg’s hands and the other two crowd around her and begin cooing to it, and letting it sniff and lick their fingers.

Alcina covers her face with her hands. “Now you’ve done it, love.”

The girls look up from their ministrations to the dog and as one rush over to your wife, carrying the dog over with them. They begin speaking up all at once. “Mother, please can we keep him?” “Mother, look how cute he is!” “Mother, Cassandra’s been hogging the dog all this time and it’s my turn to hold him!”

“Enough!” Alcina’s voice booms around the foyer. She puts two fingers in the space between her perfectly sculpted eyebrows. She sighs aloud. “God, I need a smoke.” She turns to her daughters and with a long suffering sigh says, “Fine. We’ll keep the little mongrel.”

All three daughters erupt into cheers and you can’t help but smile indulgently at them. Daniela runs over and throws her arms around your neck in jubilation. “Maman, did you hear that? We get to have a dog finally!”

“Yes, dearest, I did hear that.” You drop a kiss on her head and she scampers over to take the dog which Cassandra begrudgingly hands to her.

Heisenberg grins and reaches in his pocket. “I have some food and a water bottle for him,” he says, handing you the aforementioned items. “The Duke should have some more, but that’s all I have right now.”

“Thank you Karl,” you say, reaching over to scratch the dog behind his ears. “We’ll take good care of it, won’t we girls?”

“Yes, Maman!” they all answer in unison.

“I’ll be off then!” Heisenberg turns to leave but not before shouting over his shoulder, “And I think he should fit in pretty nicely around here, especially since the Lady of the House is such a bi-”

In an instant, Alcina has him off the ground and has her claws extended only a few inches from his neck. “Heisenberg, did you want to finish that sentence?” she asks sweetly.

You can’t help but laugh. “Let him down, my love. It’s not worth getting so riled up this late at night”

“Fine,” she says and sets him down not too gently. He brushes himself off and glares at Alcina for the rough landing. She just flashes a smile and you notice that only her middle finger is extended in claw form. You look at your daughters, but they are too busy with the dog to notice the obscene hand gesture.

“All right, this time I’m really off.” he says, turning around and walking towards the castle gates.

“Girls, what do you say?” you prompt.

“Thank you, Uncle Karl!” they chorus. Bela snatches the dog and runs upstairs, vanishing in her bug shroud. The girls run after her, Daniela yelling down the hall, “No fair! I wasn’t finished with him yet!”

Alcina closes the doors and leans against them, sighing. “I just hope this wasn’t a mistake.”

You take her hand and kiss it. “Nothing we can do about it now, my love. Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s getting late.” The two of you hold hands and once you arrive at your shared bedroom, Alcina immediately locks the door, pulls you close and fixes you with a wolfish grin. “Now where were we, draga mea?”

“I thought you said you wanted to smoke first?” You laugh and wrap your arms around her neck.

“Ah, iubirea mea,” she say picking you up again and giving you a sloppy kiss. “Cigarettes always taste better after sex.”

You kiss her as you unbutton her dress and she puts her hand in the same spot on your thigh as before, this time successfully unhooking your garter. You bite her lip playfully and she gives a little growl of pleasure.

The moment is interrupted by a knock on the door and you hear Daniela’s voice, “Mother? Maman? The dog peed all over the carpet in Bela’s room!”

“Only because you led him there!” you hear Bela retort.

Alcina leans her forehead against yours and starts swearing in Romanian. You give her a kiss and pat her hand before you see to your daughters.

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