#idk i wrote it half asleep

[graylinesspam]

The force was so quiet for so long. So many living beings cut down, their communication and the waves that it caused in the force were just gone. So quickly. So suddenly.

And then for the first few years after, the movement continued to decline. Slowly it grew impossibly quieter. Until the force was so still. So silent.

It still flowed. So long as life existed the force would flow through it's natural paths. But where it had once been a river crashing over stones. Colliding with so many force sensitive beings it had become a slow still creek. Whose water remained glassy reflective and seemingly unmoving from the surface.

Ahsoka knew that the ones she had loved were in there somewhere, returned to the force flowing through all life. But not as themselves. Not as the living thinking beings she'd known before. They were passive now. Part of the will of life with no feelings or motivations of their own.

Until...there was movement again.

Subtle and nothing like anyone she'd known before. The gentlest ripple, like a turtles beak breaking through the surface. It was an old presence. or it felt that way. Like someone who was and had been a part of the force for some time. But who had managed to maintain...not a physical form but something wholly personal within the all consuming sameness of the force.

It was a fleeting visit. Like an animals eye cast in her direction to asses the threat she may pose only to disappear below the surface once more. It came and went always barely a flicker of movement on the edge of her senses.

When there were two, Ahsoka thought she understood what it was. As the observing presence surfaced once more, feather light ripples washing over her heightened senses, she felt something else as well.

Someone else.

Familiar enough in the pattern of ripples that, like echo location, Ahsoka swore she could make out a shape.

"Obi-wan?" She whispered hopefully. relishing in the way the force swayed between them like water beaten in gentle waves by two moving objects.

Once her former grand master entered the force he must have gone to work. Because while her first visitor had only become perceivable in proximity to her location, There was a distinct change to the flow of the force when Obi-wan entered it. Like the introduction of a new species changes the landscape, he changed the flow of the force. A fish making waves as it swam endlessly, never sleeping.

The dakside users stomped into the flow, kicking up stones and splashing but never catching the slippery target.

New ripples were forming like children reaching in for the first time. letting their fingers play along the surface. A new generation dipping their toes into still waters.

And then Yoda came. He changed the landscape once more. Not by making waves but by breaking them. By sitting his whole presence down in the force like a rock in a stream. Splitting the flow and breaking apart the ripples rings. The first stone for the flow to beat it's self against.

The waters were becoming alive again. Teeming with newness and oldness all the same. She was able to put a name to the little turtle beak. Ancient and observant despite their years, was Qui-gon.

Ahsoka was not afraid anymore of dangling her feet in the water. Where before she had crossed over stones to keep from rippling the surface, now she splashed through the water as recklessly as the sith did. calling attention to herself, but letting the ripples break along Yoda's back before they could be traced back to her.

She wasn't sure how they managed to preserve themselves in the force in such a way. And she doubted she'd learn to do the same. So she may as well make as much movement as she can now.

Then....there was Anakin. She'd become spiritually acquainted with every version of him. She knew the shape of his soul, light and dark. And when he passed into the force it was like the gates of a damn being opened. The rush of the force was strong again. Not raging like a river but moving enough that you could see the shapes bending along the surface. The various plant life bending with the flow.

And Ahsoka dipped into the flow like a child being baptized.

The force is alive again. Not just a by product of life, but full of it. Of the souls of the past mingling with the will of the living.

For so long she'd endured the still, now she'd bathe in the flow. whatever it brought. Wild waters meant hot spots and cold depths. Slippery algea and jagged stones. But come what may, it was the waters of life. And she'd been sitting on the banks for too long. So she'd endure all of it.

#star wars #ahsoka tano #clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #anakin skywalker #qui gon jinn #obi wan kenobi #this probably makes zero sense #waxing poetically about the force #is this coherent? #idk i wrote it half asleep

[satorusluver]

Virgin!Choso x fem!reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 650 ish

Tags/warnings: she/her pronouns, hand job, blow job for like two seconds, premature ejaculation lol

Choso, who is 150+ years old but has never been intimate with anyone, so he's shy and nervous and so so sensitive when you two first start doing things. He audibly gasps when you first palm him through his robes, and at first you think maybe you've done something wrong. But when you ask him if he's okay he gives an eager nod, his dark eyes already glazing over with pleasure and you've barely even touched him. And when you ask him if he'd like to go further, he chokes out a desperate "please, my love" in that deep voice of his.

Choso, who lets out a soft whimper when you finally free his cock from its confines and an even louder one when you wrap your hand around it. His dick is hot and heavy in your hand, already twitching and throbbing and aching to be touched. It's even prettier than you imagined it would be, too -perfectly straight, long and pale with a girth a little thicker than average, and a dark pink mushroom head that's already weeping precum from how excited he is.

Choso, who's never been touched by anyone else in that way, who's surprisingly vocal for someone who's usually so quiet as you slowly pump him up and down, taking your time trying to figure out how he likes it. Except he likes anything you do, every touch is heaven to him. It's unlike anything he could have imagined to feel your soft hand on him, and when your thumb rubs along his leaking slit, he involuntarily bucks his hips up into your hand with a low "oh, fuuuck." Your slow but firm touch feels so good that after only a few minutes he's already beginning to feel that pleasurable pressure building in the pit of his stomach, feeling his abs tense slightly each time you stroke your hand up his length.

Choso, whose pale face is so red and flustered at the sight of his pretty girlfriend lowering her face down to his achingly hard cock. He can't help but note the size of it compared to your face, but all coherent thoughts fly out the window the moment your hand curls around his base and your tongue comes out. His breath hitches in his throat when you slowly, teasingly lick your way up his length, never once breaking eye contact. It's the hottest thing Choso has ever seen, you're the hottest thing Choso has ever seen, and before he can stop himself, he's blowing his load then and there like the pathetic virgin he is. He opens his mouth to warn you, but all that comes out is a strangled moan before his cock twitches violently and a thick load of cum spurts out messily, covering your face in the thick, white substance.

Choso barely has time to enjoy the sweet sensation before he's panting out an apology, his whole body still tingling with the aftermath of his orgasm. "I'm sorry, shit, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it, you were so good and you know I-" he babbles on, his face only turning redder with every word. Choso is petrified, terrified you'll be angry with him, disgusted with him, that you'll think he's as pathetic as he feels right now. So it's much to his surprise when you let out an amused giggle instead of a repulsed groan. And even more so when you wipe a streak of his cum off your face with two of your fingers before bringing those fingers to your lips and sucking them clean with an all too pleased smirk.

"It's okay, baby," you reassure him gently, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." You lean down once more to place a brief kiss to his still half-hard cock with a little wink. "I'll clean myself up and then maybe we can try again in a little while, yeah?"

#I'm half asleep and idk if this is any good but i already wrote it so 🤷‍♀️ #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #kamo choso #choso kamo x reader #choso kamo x you #kamo choso x reader #choso kamo smut #choso imagine #choso fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #choso jjk #choso jujutsu kaisen #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso x female reader

[basslinegrave]

touch

#help i have no idea how to caption this. color added last second because i cant keep getting away with doing grayscale only #stobotnik #my art #basslinegrave art #this came to me in a dream (actually thought about it couple days ago falling asleep and quickly wrote it down) #made it less challenging by only drawing half of the faces #i wanted to caption it something with fingers and lips and whatever but idk how to form a phrase so im going with whatever

[mrsoharaa]

You and Miguel trip over each others feet, drunkenly, landing on the softness of your cozy bed with your back gently bouncing amongst the thick warmth of your blanket and his towering, stocky frame looming over yours protectively...admirably.

His soft hues of hazelnut irises gaze down at you with such tender and allure. Briefly glances down to the plushness of your pretty, fully lips promptly back up to your glimmering, hazy eyes. Contemplation roaming through his foggy mind.

Your gentle and sweet giggles lure him out from his thinking, eyes focusing more intently into your gorgeous eyes. Sinking and basking in the sheer beauty that resonates from your reeling optics. A lazy, half witted smile weaving across his strong cheeks.

"¿Qué es tan gracioso, preciosa?" he chimes with the same smile, watching you softly roam your tinier hands all over his wide, firm chest. Leaving a trail of arising goosebumps beneath the thin layer of his black shirt that snugged ever so nicely around his bulked stature.

"Y-you Miggy...you're so funny" you emit a small hiccup, fingers still grazing over the soft, light fabric that atoned to his fit body ever so perfectly. Your wandering irises stilling into his directly, nipping back your bottom lip as your palms smoothly, gradually glide their way up and around the juncture of his strong jaw to the back of his neck. Easing in the closeness between the two of you.

He raise a thick brow in curiosity and interest, chuckling lightly as he hums to the light invitation your fingers were hinting at, at the back of his head. Twirling and curling ever so delicately and diligently in between the soften locks of deep mahogany.

"Am I now? do share, dulzura" he keeps his adoring, flaunting smile on his beautiful face. Watching you ever so intently and longingly with every motion you'd make, consuming the intoxicating feeling of your welcoming gentle touches.

You giggle once more, another loose hiccup reverberating through your throat. Your hands clasping more securely around his neck and pull him down to meet your warm, tender lips. Hardly ghosting over the shell of his right ear.

"I can s-see you fighting back the u-urge to kiss me Miguel..." you whisper ever so daintly, smoothly deep into the depths of his ringing ears. You feel his muscles tense under your touch, arising a more coy and playful smirk to tug amongst your heated cheeks.

His head tilts lightly, lips skimming over the flush of your flawless skin, suavely rakes both of his large hands up along the strut of your calling body.

"...Would you be against it, mi amor?" his voice tremored with such lowered bass, rasp like as he grazes your cute cheeks with a teasing touch of his warm lips. Grinning oh so cheekily against the supple flesh as he feels you writhe and squirm a bit beneath him.

Your hands weave more profusely into his curly, brunette hair. Fingers curling and combing through each soften strand, as you pull him more closer towards you.

"O-of course not dummy...that's w-what I've wanted all this time" you breathe out faintly, listening to the sudden hitch of his breath settle at the back of his throat. His dilated pupils following over to remeet your coyish, yearning gaze.

It didn't take him much convincing afterwards to have his hungry lips lap over your own with such dire need and desire. A mixture of dizzying passion and aching want, fueling his ignited action against your lips. Devouring every moan, whimper and breathy gasps that slipped off your trembling, candied lips.

Diligently, wallowing in the devoted and amorous kiss.

#idk what this is but have it <3 #was just thinking about playfully falling over the bed and just tenderly starring up into those big round beautiful brown eyes of his! #especially when it's dark! UGH #ok ok going to bed now lmao #giving you and miggy forehead kisses! #also i wrote this half asleep sooo...expect grammar errors lmfao #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

happy mother's day lmfao

bonus (the girls are fightiiing):

#and thus eddie caused a category 5 neighborhood disaster bc he tried to flirt via sandwich questions #which is a totally valid way to flirt. Totally. #what's more romantic than being able to bring people their favorite sandwiches without having to ask #idk im not a romantic. almost wrote tomantic. i dont like tomatoes either #welcome home #scribble salad #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #in all honesty during last night's festive breakdown i had the doodled Thought above #and scribbled it in my phone notes #it feels good to not only have an Idea but to also Get It Out #yaknow? i dont get that often #brain usually has half a thought then fizzles out and decides to go lay down for a full week #also here's a niche concept that is incredibly funny to me: #a neighbor swearing and wally immediately being like NO!!! THE RATINGS!!!! #he has to snipe them before they can get the full word out. how sad :'{ #alsoX2 special thanks to these doodles for keeping me awake #i had decided not to sleep when i drew this and i can't fall asleep before ten otherwise ill wake up 4 hours later wide awake #with no hope of getting back to sleep #and another s/o to barnaby for being incredibly pleasant to draw. he does not fight me like the others do

[cowboyheyxu]

modern!au

"you know, after i watched paddington, i'm fully convinced animals can talk. you know⎯like in toy story. but they're hiding it from us," you rambled, tapping your finger on your chin like you were in deep thought.

alhaitham flipped over on his stomach, shoving his face into his pillow, "please, go to sleep." his voice is muffled as he pleads, which prompts you to go on.

"and another thing," you continue, "does a straw have two holes? or just one? but there has to be two, right? since there are two holes in a straw."

alhaitham turns around, laying on his side as he listens to you, "you do realize you just answered your own question, right?" he mocks you.

you roll your eyes in return, threading your hands through his hair and ruffling it as revenge. you pretend not to hear him sigh out of content, "yeah. but like⎯if it has two holes, why do we only drink out of one?"

this time, alhaitham does not sigh. he groans, "it's getting too late for these kinds of questions."

you raise your eyebrows, a grin slowly appearing on your face, "oh? so i've finally frustrated the curiosity out of you,'" your sentence turned into laughter at the end.

"you have not," alhaitham countered.

"i think i have," you brush your thumb over alhaitham's eyebrow. he held your hand over his eyebrow and rubbed his thumb over it. he takes your silence as a sign that you are succumbing to exhaustion and you are finally about to fall asleep. but he was wrong.

"i just have one more question," you blurted out.

"only one?" he looked up at you with sleepy eyes. the sight made you want to giggle. alhaitham looks vulnerable. he looks adorable, you think.

"only one," you reaffirm, and rub your thumb across his eyebrow once more, "do you think we're together in every universe?"

the question caught him off guard. you never asked questions like these. most of the time, your questions range from shower thoughts to absurdities. but something seemed more intimate about this one.

alhaitham does not know if you two would be together in every universe. the universe is vast and unpredictable. there are endless possibilities and endless outcomes. it would be impossible for you two to be together in every universe.

that being said, he hopes that you two are together in most of them. alhaitham⎯though he holds disdain at your questions⎯could not imagine a life without them. he simply could not think of a world where he doesn't listen to the sound of your voice every night. he could not visualize a world where he wouldn't be a recipient of your love and your warmth.

to envision a world without you in it is like envisioning a world without it's sun. the world would be shrouded in darkness, without a single bit of light. there would be no warmth, and everything would have froze to death and died.

he looks at you while he thinks about his answer. if he had to wake up every day, and your face wasn't the first thing he saw, alhaitham knew he'd be miserable. he spends at least ten minutes of his morning admiring you. without you, what would he do?

there would be no one to brush his teeth with. there would be no one to eat dinner with. there would be no one to talk to in the middle of the night. life truly seems empty there. he pities all the other alhaithams in the vast universe that have to live without you. it must be horrific, living like that.

so, he makes sure to make this universe count.

"c'mere," he pulls you down to lay with him. you're on your side now as alhaitham pulls you closer, "i'll tell you my answer."

your eyes perk up, having been anticipating his answer the past few minutes. would he disagree or agree? does he think you two would last over different dimensions?

"really? because i think that we'll⎯" alhaitham cuts you off by placing his hand on your jawline and pressing his lips onto yours. it's slow, soft, and quite sensual. his other hand travels down to your hip, slowly rubbing circles on the bone as he continues to kiss you. you don't seem to mind or pull away, as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

your legs are intertwined with alhaitham's as you pull away. suddenly, you feel a lot tired than you did a few minutes ago. was this alhaitham's plan all along? did he just try to kiss you into exhaustion? whatever just happened, it would not work. you will get your answer.

you lean on his chest for one minute, and then you fall asleep.

alhaitham didn't intend for that to happen. it was just a small bonus. what he really wanted to do, was to appreciate what he had in front of him. to not take you for granted. he considers how lucky he is: he is here, in bed with you, and he gets to listen to you ramble. he is privileged enough to hear the sound of your voice, your laughter, your thoughts. he just wanted to show that off.

but now, you're entangled in his limbs, dozing off peacefully as you relax into his chest. you'll harass him more about his answer later, but for now, he only mumbles it to you.

"i hope we are together in every universe."

#when in writer's block... write alhaitham #he might be ooc idk n idc #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x yn #genshin x reader #i had no idea where the fuck this was going #i just wrote this bc i wanted to write something so it is not that good #i am also half asleep as i am writing this #cowboyheyxu.archive

[pretentiouswreckingball]

✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

#well. let it not be said I never do anything nice for you guys #happy birthday James!!! #pathetic Reggie my fave Reggie #wait for the slutty shorts James later today!! #and just fyi Sirius looks amazing in that crop top too #also pardon any mistakes I wrote this last night half asleep #anyways enjoy!!! #james potter #James Potter birthday #croptopjames #jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #(?) idk

[starryocean]

Why did I write this

#phoenix says boring stuff #jerma985 #jerma #I feel like it was something that I wrote down really quick while half-asleep because I didn’t want to forget it #but I don’t know why I thought it was so important #I think maybe it was in the context of wanting to run a Jerma shitpost blog even though I don’t watch Jerma? #and maybe that was the joke or something where I didn’t watch Jerma but came up with bizarre posts based on him from like. #vibes n stuff. internet osmosis. #idk but I guess it is pretty funny

[bluesdesk]

Night, the heroes are asleep, aside from Four and Legend on watch. The fire creates shadows that look like dancing all to the same rhythm. All except Four’s, still and slightly off angle given the position of the fire.

And Legend knows why. He has seen him. He knows Four is made of four people, or better, five. He knows all his story and the end of it. When the heroes first met, Legend was almost having a breakdown or a panic attack, and today he still doesn't know how he managed to keep his composure.

Maybe if Four uses another sword he won't be in contact with Vaati's spirit, and Four will have a different future, Legend hopes. That sword has a demon in there. And with Four's friend not only using dark magic but being made of it, if Vaati manages to corrupt him... Four will become the monster Legend knows.

When Legend was a kid, back then, he didn’t care about him that much. He had seen his uncle die, Zelda being captured, soldiers chasing him. Another person being turned into a monster wasn't a big difference, yes it startled him and he felt sorry for him, what could turn what looked like a kid into a monster? He hesitated a bit before killing him, but at the end, he was just another defeated enemy.

But now Legend knows he wasn’t a kid, he's a young man, and a hero. A Link. Who's sitting right next to him and talking about something he sadly isn't listening to. He kind of likes listening to his stories, Four’s personality seems to slightly change depending on the story he's telling, of course Legend knows why. Said hero, Legend understands, is talking about his job and hobby. How his grandpa taught him to forge tools, how he forged his own sword during his first adventure. He's never letting any secret slip though.

Legend tries to wipe the image of his friend being corrupted and dead from his mind and listens to him, until Four asks Legend about his sword. All the heroes except Sky and Legend brought one that isn't the Master Sword, maybe a coincidence, or maybe it was wanted. Also, Dink didn't seem to fear Legend’s sword while it was terrified of Sky's. Legend explains his sword might as well be a recreation of Sky's and not actually the same. The hero before him failed, maybe the sword was destroyed in the process too, and the sages created a replacement. That might be the reason everyone could extract it so they also created the medallions for security.

After the chat has ended, the two are staring at the fire, looking around and just enjoying the starry night. Four takes his sword and examines it, looking for scratches. Legend, instinctively, asks him if he has ever used another sword. Four tells him about his grandpa's sword, made for the Picori Festival.

Legend asks him if he has ever thought of going back to using that sword. Four asks why, the Four Sword is way better. Legebd says that maybe when that much magic isn't needed he could use a simpler sword. Four, surprised, asks him how he knows that his sword holds quite a lot of magic. Legend explains he can feel it, he's been usjng magic for years now. Fours looks at him straight in the eyes and asks what other things he can feel about the sword. Legend realizes he has said too much. He's becoming red. Four understands he knows at least something and asks him again. Everyone is asleep, the can't hear them.

"I know the reason behind its name" he says. "I know you can divide" Four's eyes are wide. Though Wild already knew that secret too. Four reassures him he was going to tell the others anyway in a short time. Legend smiles, but it isn't genuine. There's more. "...And?" Four asks him.

Legend looks at him, then at the shadow, then at him again. "his position isn't quite right given the light coming from the fire. Tell him I said hi". Four's eyes get wide again. Legend reassures him he won't attack Shadow. And goes on. "I also know there's an evil being trapped there, are you sure it's safe to keep using that sword?"

Four freezes. Legend knows everything. Four uses magic too but he has never had his ability. Is it really just high exposure to magic? Did he know him before? Four's violet eyes analyze him, the sword, his shadow (that's now signing something to Legend, who seems to understand him?). But most importantly, is his sword safe? He has forged it, he has done everything perfectly and yes Vaati escaped one time but the seal has become stronger then, nobody except Legend even knows there's a dark demon trapped in there. Why is Legend concerned?

"You did nothing wrong Four, you forged that the best you could". Legend gets his attention. "Just... if something ever looks off about the sword... ah I don't know how to say it. Be careful, ok?"

Four is about to answer when they both remember their watch should have ended an hour before, they need to wake up Twilight and Wind!

#lionesswrites #lionessposts #idk why I wrote this #I was half asleep #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu four

[k-quenouille]

If you couldn't tell, I was quite sleep deprived when i first dreamed up this thing

More info on (very skeletal plan) Pasta Law AU

it's a separated AU bc why not

Raph and Leo w/ draxum, though, were mostly raised by Huginn and Muninn during the first few years (responsibilities?? Gasp.), draxum still tries to spend time with the turtles, but he's Oh So Sad that his lab was destroyed and his prisoner (platonic crush of some sort) ran away.

Donnie and Mikey w/ Splinter (big bro donatello for the win), donatello is the one forced into taking the lead, splinter is present during the first 5 years until he gets burned out and feels helpless, gives up, luckily, he has a smart son who can take on the adult roll for mikey! yippee, trauma.

•••

In this, mikey steals splinter's portal thing and throws donald in. plot-twist! they dont end up in the same place at all, oh no, where did sweet lil brother go??? vital organ tracker indicates that he seems alright. oh, hey, pasta shops! ah, but, that's not humans inside, let's go in to find out if they're a threat! Donald gets kicked out of the restaurant, oh, a turtle similar to him in build. Donnie gets introduced to the "No mutant can pasta law". why is it specifically about pastas??? (how did they know he was a mutant???) well, at least pizzas are still safe. Oh, here's mikey! he seems fine, he's asking for direction to an old goat with a large bodyguard. the goat seems impressed. the bodyguard is way too young for that job. Huh. also a turtle. weird.

i guess you could say donnie is the older twin cuz Raph and Leo being raised together makes Leo the youngest sibling, therefore he's got youngest sibling energy, sometimes even little shit energy yk.

Raph 🤝 donnie -> understanding the burden of being the oldest.

#idk man #i was half asleep when i wrote this down in my sketchbook #rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #quenouillart #rottmnt au #i guess you could call this a bad pun #'no mutant can pasta law' and 'no mutant can pass the law' which means they're under the same laws as yokai or smth #Pasta Law AU

[evakant]

i know wei wuxian is first pick as god/personification of death etc. etc. (duh, perfect choice, so sexy) but i would like to propose jiang cheng for the part. in the same way elizabeth swann is death from that one post about her kisses damning the men she loves

in the way everything he touches and everything he loves seems to be doomed (sect, parents, sister, brother)

wei wuxian as life!!! as god of life!!! coming back, unkillable. life giving (core transfer, wen ning, etc.)*

jin ling doesn't die because at the end of the story, at the guanyin temple, wei wuxian is there too. to protect him the same way he protected jiang cheng

and this is why he (wei wuxian) has to go back to being yunmeng jiang's head disciple, in this essay i will—

*i'm not saying he lives well, but he lives! he fucking claws and crawls and fights his way out of the burial mounds, he just doesn't fucking quit** you know what i mean

**until he does, but that's a choice he makes.

#now i know the problem here is that wei wuxian loves and wants to protect the same things that jiang cheng does #and so why aren't /they/ safe? and i'm here to say: idk #this is not a complete theory. this is nothing at all actually #maybe because he's young and scared and sad and traumatized #or maybe it's because he thinks he doesn't deserve the love of these people idk #take jiang yanli's death for example. idk idk like i said i'm.. i'm just shooting shit out of my mouth #even that aside it doesn't work ALSO because jiang cheng saves and raises his dead sect back from its ashes. he Very Much(tm) does that. #edit: adding this in bc i had this in my drafts for literally two weeks now i wrote it in a rush after going to bed #i was half asleep already when the thought came to me so i just typed this out in a rush before going back to sleep and like idk what #to add to it. idk how to polish it. it's nothing!! but i can't delete it. i tried i just can't it's like an itch i can't scratch #i have to set it out into the world. don't @ me i know i've made better posts #untamed.txt #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #yunmeng shuangjie #fra.txt

[thingsthatmakeyouacey]

something The Discourse is missing is that in tandem with the benefits that the imperial core gains, in the view of democratic socialists, is the demsoc acceptance of who counts as the working class - which is evident in, for example, the work of Robert Reich, who says that expansion of the middle class should be the goal of democratic socialism, and that this relies on poverty to still exist. Western economics account for this! This is an acceptable cause for democratic socialism, even if demsocs themselves are oblivious to the ideology that underpins their work. Internationalism will always be at odds with something already deliberately disinterested in class consciousness.

#sorry context is the discourse on how expanding wages & welfare at the imperial core relies on exploitation of the global south #to which im contributing ‘but also their vision relies on poverty still existing in the imperial core as well’ #i wrote this half asleep so i realize the clauses here are confusing and idk WHAT they were supposed to be omg

[anrisimps]

Domestic Soos!!

Cjs stubbing his toe and then hopping around on the other toe while cussing loudly and stumbling into krs so that both of them tumbled down. On lsh. Who had iced coffee in his hands. So all of them were lying on the floor, sprawled over each other. 

"You both-"

Just then Raon poked his head out from the doorway

"Are papas flirting? 𓁹‿𓁹 " 

"No/Yes/No"

"....", lsh and krs stared at cjs with a deadpan expression as he beamed with joy and then started cackling like a maniac. 

'This absolute idiot '

'Aigoo' 

Krs and lsh stared into each other's eyes with equal amounts of exasperation and tiredness and then ??###@ 

Their lips pressed against each other. Krs looked into lsh's dumbfounded eyes and sighed internally. Cjs who had suddenly pressed their heads together gave one last cackle, "You both looked like you were dying to kiss~" 

"That's it. Hyung, you will find yourself one husband short by the end of the day."

"Oi oi oi why?!! No stapp-", in his haste to get away cjs had forgotten about his stubbed toe and fell down again. 

Lsh looked away from krs kicking cjs and titled his head back and found that their audience of one had increased to three. 

Raon stared at the spectacle in front of him and tugged Ohn's sleeves, "Noona I asked them if they were flirting and they refused and then started kissing? Is that not flirting? Are they stupid?"

Lsh felt the need to defend himself but realized that he had nothing to say and closed his mouth awkwardly. Ohn looked at him with pity and motioned Raon and Hong out of the door," Leave them to their adult games, Raon. Let's eat ice cream" 

Krs and cjs hadn't  noticed anything and continued squabbling and lsh slapped a hand over his face, mourning for his coffee and his ruined shirt. But hey, didn't he sign up for all of this when he decided to marry these idiots. 

"Hah..I'm too old for this shit "

#polysoos #choi jung soo #kim rok soo #lee soo hyuk #raon miru #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #Im half asleep #idk wtf i wrote #gonna sleep for a whole day after this

[kaitaiga]

So I was looking back through some files and I saw that Archie’s actual intended name was Scott.

Scott Allen.

How’d I get Archie Campbell??? 🤣🤣🤣

#BITCH. WHOS ARCHIE #LIKE I WROTE IT ON HIS FILE AND EVERYTHING AHHAHAH #I like the name Archie though but in some art he looks like a Scott 😔 #Idk which I like better #I think I was like half asleep and it slipped my mind oops #kai’s rambles

[spacerangersam]

haunted holmes

#i'm torn between what you have done and what has been done #the latter sounds more poetic and but the former is more to the point #idk #enjoy some poetry i wrote while half asleep last night

[eventheodds]

things you said with clenched fists

The longer she stays here, the more Meryl is convinced she’s walked into some fever dream.

Even the room she’d been given feels like it’s part of this dream and it’ll be any second now that she’ll actually wake up and find herself in some motel on her way back to Headquarters or en route to another assignment. The quiet moments of the farm in the morning before activity resumes adds to the surreal.

The way her muscles ache from the previous days helping out with chores, like she’s here to earn her keep, is a stark reminder that this is, indeed, all real. This morning proves to be no different as she kicks off the covers and instantly regrets it when she feels the soreness return upon movement. Meryl spends a few minutes in this bed, groaning softly as a dull pain courses through her until she has enough energy to get up and swing her legs over the bed.

No doubt once she’s dressed and heading downstairs, she’ll find Knives outside, perhaps catching up with what had been missed from the previous day—on account of her still not fully believing that this is real.

Meryl reminds herself that the only reason she’s still here is because Knives said Vash would be on his way. She doesn’t know if Vash is aware she’s here, but she wants to see him and, if it’s any indication, she knows that Vash will find a way to seek out his brother. It doesn’t fully sit well with her that she’s here like some kind of bait, but she’s far enough that lying to Headquarters about her location is easy enough to do without them suspecting anything.

If the News Agency knew that both Vash and Knives were still alive, this place would be swarming.

And the last thing anyone would need is whatever remains of Patrol to be surrounding the area.

Just as she predicted, Knives is outside. Her appetite isn’t what it once was, even when presented with delectable food.

She thinks he’ll expect her to resume helping with chores around the farm, picking up where she left off, and to continue on thinking none of this is odd or strange. There’s another bed of seedlings that need to be watered and the watering can is so perfectly positioned that she wouldn’t be able to miss it.

“Why am I even here?!”

She’s not gone to pick up the watering can, rather choosing to stand before it with her arms pinned to her sides and her hands clenched in frustration, anger, fear and maybe a tinge of hope that Vash is coming. It might not be in her best interest to listen to Knives, but she’s been looking for so long that it feels desperate at this point.

“Don’t think I forgot what you did, with your knives and what you did to Vash!”

There’s red splotches appearing on her cheeks as her voice tapers off just as quickly as it had risen, and Meryl physically takes a step back because there is a genuine fear that this could get a rise out of him. She expects to hear the whistling of many blades being summoned at once, but all remains calm.

Meryl releases a breath she’d been holding finally picking up the watering can and walking towards the source of water that will fill it up. She’s giving herself another few days, and hopes that Knives isn’t counting down either.

#millionsnife #verse: where the streets have no name. #i was half asleep when i wrote this so idk if it even makes sense lol