#misfits series 5

[loversofthegrave]

kids these days don't understand the atmosphere of eric kripke seasons, he was an absolute master of his craft/vision and anyone who actively convinces anyone to skip 1-3 is not in one's right mind. eric completely understood the backwoods old school americana, the influence of 70s rock and og blues incorporated into the essence of the show. the original soundtrack of supernatural wasn't just about sounding good but woven into the narrative of the story (blue oyster cult/ACDC/led zepp/styx/robert johnson/the chamber brothers) music that held the entire spirit of time & culture of that time. (I can't tell you how much watching supernatural at 12 shaped my music taste today) the smoky roadhouses/bars, mullets, scrapyards and classic americana cars, oh he just got it.

kripke fabricated the toxic hyper-co-dependent brothers we know and love, he managed to write the most obnoxious, gung ho, red blooded masculine guy also be the obedient, subdued, desperate, needy brother/son/man who's worth is only attached in those he can gratify. the tender and gentle, sorrowful, conflicted and misfit little (big) brother who endeavoured every path to avoid his fate yet succumbed to it anyways. two brothers so layered in their attachment with one another that if you witnessed it before you you'd be down right scared

I hold onto this series so much because of how 1-5 made me feel, the nostalgia he captured.

#eric kripke seasons forever #supernatural #spn #eric kripke #dean winchester #sam winchester

[2-years-of-kp]

Happy two years of KinnPorsche The Series and welcome to this year's anniversary event!

In celebration of the show and us as a fandom, this event will host prompts and a rewatch, so we can enjoy the show once more, and to encourage creativity and new creations for its second anniversary. Starting from April 9th, the event will run across 28 days; dedicating two days to each episode and one prompt pair as listed below.

Any and all creations are welcome! You don't have to follow the prompts, they are just here to give you some inspiration if you'd like.

Make sure to use the tag #kpanniversary2024 on any anniversary-related posts so we can reblog them to this blog and feel free to add your writing to the Kinnporsche Two Year Anniversary collection on AO3 as well!

Got any questions? Feel free to send an ask!

REWATCH SCHEDULE

Apr 9-10: Episode 1

Apr 11-12: Episode 2

Apr 13-14: Episode 3

Apr 15-16: Episode 4

Apr 17-18: Episode 5

Apr 19-20: Episode 6

Apr 21-22: Episode 7

Apr 23-24: Episode 8

Apr 25-26: Episode 9

Apr 27-28: Episode 10

Apr 29-30: Episode 11

May 1-2: Episode 12

May 3-4: Episode 13

May 5-6: Episode 14

PROMPTS

List 1: Your Favourites

Ep 1 - Apr 9-10: Favourite Main Character

Ep 2 - Apr 11-12: Favourite Supporting Character

Ep 3 - Apr 13-14: Favourite Episode

Ep 4 - Apr 15-16: Favourite Location/Set

Ep 5 - Apr 17-18: Underrated Character

Ep 6 - Apr 19-20: Favourite Romantic Relationship

Ep 7 - Apr 21-22: Favourite Platonic/Familial Relationship

Ep 8 - Apr 23-24: Favourite Scene

Ep 9 - Apr 25-26: Favourite Outfit

Ep 10 - Apr 27-28: Underrated Ship

Ep 11 - Apr 29-30: Favourite Family

Ep 12 - May 1-2: Favourite Parallel

Ep 13 - May 3-4: Underrated Quote

Ep 14 - May 5-6: Your Choice!

List 2: Your Interpretation

Ep 1 - Apr 9-10: Fate

Ep 2 - Apr 11-12: Misfit

Ep 3 - Apr 13-14: Heroes

Ep 4 - Apr 15-16: Tension

Ep 5 - Apr 17-18: Regret

Ep 6 - Apr 19-20: Comfort

Ep 7 - Apr 21-22: Heist

Ep 8 - Apr 23-24: Haunting

Ep 9 - Apr 25-26: Trust

Ep 10 - Apr 27-28: Manipulate

Ep 11 - Apr 29-30: Villains

Ep 12 - May 1-2: Identity

Ep 13 - May 3-4: Secrets

Ep 14 - May 5-6: Legacy

RULES AND GUIDELINES

Any kind of creations (fics, drabbles, fanart, edits, gifs, videos, etc.) are welcome!

Use the tag #kpanniversary2024 so your creation can be reblogged to this blog.

Be respectful of other people; this event is no space for negativity.

Mature and NSFW content is welcome, but must be tagged properly - both on Tumblr and on AO3.

Feel free to skip days, only participate for one day, etc. however you like!

You can participate in the prompts, the rewatch or both - it is up to you!

Late submissions are allowed.

One prompt or a combination of both prompts can be used, and all prompts are open to personal interpretation.

Multiple creations per prompt/prompt pair are welcome!

You do not have to follow the prompts, any creations during the course of the event are welcome.

Since this event is meant to celebrate the show itself, no actor content or behind the scenes content will be reblogged.

DISCLAIMER

This event has drawn inspiration from the previous year's anniversary event, as well as Kinnporsche Week in 2022.

Happy creating!

#announcement #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #kimchay #kimporchay #kinnporsche event #kpanniversary2024 #kinnporche the series #kpts #kpedit #kinnporscheedit

[helix-studios117]

Halo: A Beginner's Guide

For all of you newcomers out there, here's a list that I've wanted to do for a while now. For those who are new to Halo, likely introduced by the TV Show, and want to get into it, here's my 2 cents on how to ease into the franchise.

The Games

Play the original four games PLUS Halo Infinite in chronological order. The spin-off games (Reach, ODST, the Wars games and the Spartan games) are all completely optional, but they are there for people who want play other games that aren't centered around the Master Chief. I recommend just watching all of the cutscenes of Halo 5: Guardians in some supercut "movie" Youtube video, since the 5th game is... bad and, story wise, you're not missing much.

So in this order WITHOUT the spin-offs:

Halo: Combat Evolved

Halo 2

Halo 3

Halo 4

Halo Infinite

If you want to play the games WITH the spin-offs included, then in this order:

Halo Wars

Halo Reach

Halo: Combat Evolved

Halo 2

Halo 3: ODST

Halo 3

Halo: Spartan Assault

Halo: Spartan Strike (Note: This game takes place in two different time-periods, so just play this after Spartan Assault for convenience sake)

Halo 4

Halo Wars 2

Halo Infinite

My advice: Play the main four (+ Infinite) FIRST, then replay the main-games WITH the spin-offs in chronological-order.

Books & Comics

Here comes my favorite part!

Books

Halo: The Fall Of Reach, Halo: First Strike & Halo: Contact Harvest - The FIRST books in the entire franchise, these books set the stage for the entire setting of the Halo world. The first half of The Fall Of Reach is Master Chief's origin story, while the second half is about, well, "the fall of Reach." First Strike is a book that takes place in-between the first and second game AND, for a high-octane action-book, has a shocking amount of shipping material. And finally, Contact Harvest details the early years of the Human-Covenant War AND further fleshes out the Covenant as an antagonistic force by showing their side of things.

Halo: Silent Storm & Halo: Oblivion - For those who want MOAR Master Chief, these two books focus on a younger Chief fighting the Covenant in the earlier uears of the war. These two are probably my favorite Halo books thus far.

Halo: Ghosts Of Onyx & The Kilo-5 Trilogy - It's crucial to read Ghosts Of Onyx first BEFORE delving into Glasslands, the first book in The K5-Trilogy, since Glasslands takes place IMMEDIATELY after Ghosts Of Onyx. Anyways, these stories are for those who are bored of Master Chief and want to read about other, admittedly more fascinating Spartans. Kurt and Naomi are definitely among my favorite Spartans that aren't named "Master Chief," "Blue-Team" and "Silver-Team."

Halo Evolutions - An anthology book with each story taking place in some corner of the Halo universe or another, this is a book I recommend for world-building purposes.

Comics

Halo: The Graphic Novel - Just like Evolutions, Halo: The Graphic Novel is an anthology series thay tells different stories from different corners of the Halo universe for world-building purposes. These stories are all new stories and are NOT comic-adaptations of any of the stories in Evolutions, so don't worry about basically reading the same stories twice; The Graphic Novel has a similar concept, but all of the stories are different.

Halo: Blood Line - Black-Team is the coolest group of Spartans in the entire Spartan-II Program; they're group of misfit loners (who secretly have feelings for each other) who answer ONLY to ONI (the CIA of the Halo universe) and wear black suits of armor with roman-numerals etched onto their visors. They do cool-guy shit together, and this comic follows their story.

Other Material

Audio-Dramas

I Love Bees - Taking place in various different points in time, I Love Bees was an ARG that was turned into an audio-play long after it was deciphered. I won't spoil anything that happens, but I will say this: Shit gets kinda crazy.

Hunt The Truth - Another ARG. This fictional podcast was made to promote Halo 5: Guardians and... it's the best damn part to come out of that stinker of a game; Hunt The Truth's narrative is SO much more interesting than Halo 5's story, it HURTS. Anyways, it's about a reporter uncovering the truth of the Spartan-II Program as ONI starts a smear campaign against the Master Chief to cover their own asses.

Movies & Shows

Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn - This web-film was promotional material for Halo 4 (as it's title suggests), and it follows a group teenaged military-school students going about their lives as Lasky, a confused cadet who is struggling to find a direction in life and live up to his family's reputation, grapples with the struggles of military-life in his academy.

Halo: The Series - If, by some off-chance, you WEREN'T introduced to Halo via the show, here's the recommendation. Form your own opinion, but here's my advice: Like what you want to like and don't follow the word of mouth.

Halo Legends - An anime anthology that, just like Evolutions and The Graphic Novel, world-builds the mythology of Halo by telling different, disconnected but ultimately in-continuity stories set within the game's universe. Odd One Out, Homecoming and The Package are my favorite shorts in the film.

Machinimas

Red Vs Blue - What else? Seasons 1 - 14 are my recommendations, don't watch anything else beyond that because it SERIOUSLY drops in quality. Just wait for it's final season, Season 20, to come out; you're not missing much with seasons 15 - 19.

The Spartan Legacy - A seriously underrated series. Made by a Youtuber under the name: 'Chronicler177,' The Spartan Legacy takes place in an alternate-continuity where Chief disappears and never comes back after the events of Halo 3. As a result, the Spartan-IVs and Vs (both of which are more interesting than in-canon; and the Spartan-Vs are a new creation within this web-show itself) are created to take his place.

WHEW! That's all, ladies and gents.

@authortobenamedlater, @silverpelt3600, @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask, @makowrites, @mrtobenamedlater, @biomecharnotaurus, @killer-orca-cosplay, @cheezbot, @caffeineyum, @asimplesimpsimping.

#halo #halo the series #halo infinite #halo au #halo expanded universe #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #halo series #halo tv #halo tv series #halo tv show #halo reach #halo 3 #master chief #john 117 #halo reloaded #helix studios117

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 5

Propaganda:

Ame -

"Typical autistic childhood – doesn't want to go to school, doesn't talk a lot, his plans for the future are just to go to live as a wolf in the forest… He's basically a werewolf and I think werewolves are often autistic coded. Actually his whole family is autistic coded."

Floyd -

"Has no emotional regulation skills and will make it everyone's problem. Prone to mood swings and can get angry at the drop of a hat, but can also be so goofy, silly, and lovely. Sways side to side for that good good stim, and loves to squeeze others (with violent intent and affectionate intent). Who doesn't love a good pressure stim? His interest in things can be fleeting, and his motivation to do things can change as quickly as his mood. Spontaneous and feral extraordinaire."

Hibiki -

"he is canonically diagnosed with hyperacusis <3 my fav sensory issues guy (he's so relatable). also canonically pulled a bad bitch (uta) by being autistic."

Akira -

"He has a heartbreaking relationship with road racing and the memory of his dead mother, and while he is a major antagonist, he is given a lot of interesting looks into his internal logics that I personally find relatable as an autistic person. I also like how he expresses himself in unpleasant ways, but isn't always treated with disgust, its kind of refreshing."

Sang Woo -

"literally the first results on google is "sangwoo semantic error autistic." he loves routine + is extremely distressed by change in routine (contrasts w his ADHD-coded bf). very blunt/cannot read social clues which leads to some misunderstandings throughout the manhwa. he's very relatable to me as an autistic person but also as a queer man, and it's refreshing to see autistic characters being open with their sexuality/sexual life bc we're often displayed as asexual robots incapable of love (bad for lots of reasons haha). he's super cute generally and really grew on me throughout the series. definitely the best part of semantic error."

Douglas -

"Many other characters try to read into what he does and says, looking for deeper or different meanings but it's always revealed that he means exactly what he says every single time and the butt of the jokes is always the other characters for being dramatic and presumptuous, not Doug for being autistic. Also he's the mean autistic representation we deserve."

Scott -

"look at him. failboy autism. even more so than any previous version!"

Shinra -

"he's just like me forreal."

Soi -

"I mean come on, it’s Purson. He thinks he’s really good at talking to people but most of his conversations (at least at the start) are completely one sided. He just blurts out whatever he’s thinking and completely dominates the conversation (if you can call it that). I love him so much for it, I have a really hard time figuring out when I should just stop talking and let someone else have a turn and only tend to realize after he fact that I didn’t really let anyone else get a word in and feel really bad. But the way Purson communicates is never shown to be a bad thing it’s a bit awkward at times but that just how he is and the rest of the misfit class live him for it. I think I could go on all day about how wonderfully inclusive Iruma-Kun is it’s such a good series, also in my brain Balam, Kalego, Clara and Opera are on the 4 outer points of an x-y graph that represents the autism spectrum. Everyone else fills the blanks in between. His bloodline magic is ‘detection warding’ and for the first several arcs of the manga the rest of the class didn’t even know he was there."

Makoto -

"In one sentence: Katai considers the titular Komi-san a communication master. Katai looks like a brutal thug, but he's actually extremely shy. Shy enough that after missing a couple weeks of class, it takes him months to build up the confidence to go to school. Katai tries to make friends once he does go to school, but he can't hold a conversation and doesn't realize that his mumbled half-sentences and resting bastard face make it look like he's threatening people. He's also pretty bad at reading the room, which is why he interprets Komi's behavior as a communication master trying to guide him from afar rather than a kindred spirit also struggling to hold a conversation."

#tumblr polls #autistic anime boys poll #prelims #ame #wolf children #floyd leech #twisted wonderland #hibiki #bubble #akira midousuji #yowamushi pedal #chu sang woo #semantic error #douglas billingham #double decker! doug and kirill #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #shinra kusakabe #fire force #soi purson #welcome to demon school! iruma-kun #makoto katai #komi can't communicate

[obscurecharactershowdown]

The Contestants Are Here!

Thank you for your patience, I'm now ready to announce our contestants for the Obscure Character Showdown! There are 300 characters, split up into 6 groups of 50.

Here's how the schedule will work: Day 1 is Group A Round 1 Part 1, Day 2 is Group A Round 1 Part 2, Day 3 is Group B Round 1 Part 1, Day 4 is Group B Round 1 Part 2, Day 5 is Group C Round 1 Part 1, and so on and so forth until we reach Group F Round 1 Part 2, and then the next day we'll fold back over for Group A Round 2. I'm splitting up the rounds because tumblr can interpret posting many polls at once as spamming, and each group contains 25 polls, so. 13 one day, 12 the next.

I expect to start polls by Wednesday, May 31, but I may be a little later than that. I'll keep you updated.

The polls will be tagged with 'obscurecharactershowdown,' 'obscure poll,' and their group letter and round number.

Under the cut is the groups and matchups. Thank you all for your submissions, and I'm sorry if your submission didn't get in! If it was a submission for your OC, a mythological figure, a Real Life Thing, an album character, a commercial character, etc, then you may not be out of the running yet. Be patient, I have something else I'm working out!

Please don't come into my inbox, replies, dms, etc, and tell me that a character I chose isn't actually obscure at all. No one's media experience is universal, and from my own experiences, I picked to the best of my ability.

GROUP A

Juan Salvo (El Eternauta) vs The Faceless One (Masters of the Universe)

Leila Vernon (The Magic Misfits) vs Malaya Walters (How to Be a Werewolf)

Rosalia Rossellini (Trauma Team) vs Hotwire (Transformers Universe)

The Blue Electric Angels (Matthew Swift book series) vs The Protagonist’s Mother (Milk outside a bag of milk outside a bag of milk)

Syksy (Farragone) vs Chaerin Eun (Surviving Romance)

Miyabi Hanakouji (Persona 2) vs Valier / Reinhardt (The Demon Prince Goes To The Academy)

Merim Felspar (Three of Hearts Podcast) vs Gracefeel (The Faraway Paladin)

Ragna the Bloodedge (Blazblue) vs Shigeru Watanabe (Sakana)

Tragedian (Pathologic) vs Shin Kazama (Area 88)

Morga Eirsdottir (Arcana) vs Shadow Joker (Kaitou Joker/Mysterious Joker)

Rose Red (Ghost Quartet) vs Jacopo Bearzatti (The House in Fata Morgana)

Teardrop (BFB) vs Catherine Winters (Love, Money, Rock'n'Roll)

Nin (Paranatural) vs Naarah (CatGhost)

Rose Hsu Jordan (The Joy Luck Club) vs Seijyu (Mashin Eiyuuden Wataru/Mashin Hero Wataru)

Itakura Akira (Talentless Nana) vs Daryl Zero (Zero Effect (1998))

Tarisa Manandal (Muv-Luv Alternative: Total Eclipse) vs Whisper (Golden Treasure: The Great Green)

Isaac Yaga (Thistlefoot) vs Raikou Shimizu (Nabari no Ou)

Kasane Fuchi (Kasane) vs Taïs (Aïnako)

Kozlov Leifvich Grebnev (Biomega) vs Rosa Ushiromiya (Umineko no Naku Koro ni)

Bowie (Ginga Senpuu Braiger) vs Cyber 6 (Cybersix)

Kim Boksil (How to End an Unrequited Love) vs Zolophilia (Disciple of the Lich: Or How I Was Cursed by the Gods and Dropped Into the Abyss)

Kate (Shadow’s House) vs Michael Tutori (Wii Music)

The Guardian (Hyper Light Drifter) vs Salim Condo (La quete d'Ewilan books) 

The Queen of Hearts (Fool's Run by Patricia McKillip) vs Jyu Free (Dobutsu no Kuni/Animal Land)

Tom (Deltora Quest) vs The Player Square (Adventure (Atari))

GROUP B

Elliot Hemlock (Devil's Candy) vs Sulfus (Angel's Friends)

Togou Mimori/Washio Sumi (Yuuki Yuuna is a Hero & Washio Sumi is a Hero) vs Fengxi (Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Shinozaki Yusuke (Shinozaki-kun no Mente Jijou) vs Yellow Tempest/Yellow Storm (Ending Makers)

Hiroki Dan (Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku) vs Tirsiak (Spooky's Jumpscare Mansion)

Tau-indi Bosoka (Seth Dickinson's Masquerade series) vs Sugar Peace (High Card)

Anima (Why Shouldn't a Detestable Demon Lord Fall in Love?!) vs Rinzen (Avatar Legends)

Walter Walzac (The Brave of Gold Goldran) vs Hoshi or “Star” (Arakawa Under the Bridge)

Lex (Cryptid Crush) vs Marshall (U.B.Funkeys)

Pappy van Poodle (Rusty’s Real Deal Baseball) vs Cockroach Boy (Nekra Psaria)

Denzil and Cuthbert (Count Duckula) vs Mama Fireplant (Super Mario World TV series)

Isaac (Awful Hospital) vs Naki Kokuriko (Ayakashi Akashi)

Tughril Mahmut (Shoukoku no Altair) vs Mark (Galactik Football)

Mistake Bradley (Home Sweet Home (1981)) vs Oopsy Bear (Care Bears (2007 series))

Yin Yu (Heaven Official's Blessing) vs Jinwoo Shim (New Recruit)

Xuanli (Lanxi Zhen) vs Tenna (Johnny the Homicidal Maniac / I Feel Sick)

Ssrin (Exordia) vs Kondou Seiichirou (Isekai no Sata wa Shachiku Shidai)

Hikaru (Hikaru ga Shinda Natsu) vs Dr. Albert Krueger (Therapy with Dr. Albert Krueger)

Chris Wise (Anna and the Apocalypse) vs Chase Beckley (Elevator Hitch)

Cindy Caine (Halloween Horror Nights) vs Uncle Flipping Hades Terwilliger (The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, by Daniel Manus Pinkwatee)

Juliana Valverde (The Hazards of Love) vs Red Savarin (Solatorobo)

Bennett (Hello Charlotte) vs Ruan Nanzhu (Kaleidoscope of Death (死亡万花筒))

Eve (Serina: A Natural History of the World of Birds) vs Senri (+Anima)

Nero (The Boy Who Fell) vs Yee (Outlander Fantastic Princess)

Atl (Certain Dark Things) vs Sheila (Witch’s Heart)

Josh Rumbles (Celia's Journey - a series by Melissa Gunther) vs Queenie (BACK)

GROUP C

Bolt (Crypt of the Necrodancer) vs Mila (The Quest)

Iris (Drawn: The Painted Tower) vs Pearl Forrester (MST3K)

Queen Seles (Sabrina the Teenage Witch: The Magic Within) vs Vella (Velouria Beastender Tartine) (Broken Age)

Mr Morris Lessmore (The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr Morris Lessmore) vs Garrett Miller (Extreme Ghostbusters)

Dr. Anna May (Scott the Woz) vs Ocoho (Radiant)

Bai Lang (My Tooth Your Love) vs Aleida Rosales (For All Mankind)

The Scorched Apostate (A Practical Guide to Evil) vs "Järnarmen" ("The Iron Arm") (Jönssonligan dyker upp igen (1986))

Aliya Elasra (Heaven’s Vault) vs Roc (Xenoblade 2)

Sawamura Tetsuo (Yuureitou) vs Kid Twilight (Story Thieves by James Riley)

Doris Frances Barbara (Blood & Syrup: A Vampire the Masquerade Podcast) vs Mikey McGil (The Skinjacker Trilogy) 

Psianop the Inexhaustible Stagnation (Ishura) vs Gu Nanyi (Rise of the Phoenixes)

Sawtooth Rivergrinder (Freefall) vs Katook (The Katurran Odyssey)

Kim Koizumi (Chroma Key) vs NIL (Hyperbolica video game)

Kathryn (Fixation) vs The Spider Core (The Lab - Core Slingshot) 

Satyarani (Raven: The Secret Temple) vs Alys Hunter (Prosiect Z/Itopia)

Bamba (Kishiryu Sentai Ryusoulger) vs Barago (From Far Away) 

Grunty (The World Well Lost by Theodore Sturgeon) vs Ink (Going Home)

Rook (Griftlands) vs Rambler (Happy Happy Clover)

Elisabet Grimurdottir (Nancy Drew: Sea of Darkness) vs Felix Iskandar Escellun (Last Legacy)

Nancy Neil (Snowboard Kids) vs THE-MEASURE-CUTS (The Blackout Club) 

Nephis (Shadow Slave) vs Rina Shioi (Magical Girl Site)

"good" Tom (El Goonish Shive) vs Tomoe Tachibana (Trauma Team) 

Enik (Land of the Lost (1978)) vs Ernő Nemecsek (A Pál Utcai Fiúk (The Paul Street Boys)) 

Dee Kennedy (Dayshift at Freddy’s) vs Eamon Bailey (The Circle by Dave Eggers)

Bob Sparker (Electricopolis) vs Kirinda (Juuni Senshi Bakuretsu Eto Ranger)

GROUP D

Todoroki Kakeru (Chō Soku Henkei Gyrozetter) vs Lelee (Cursed Ones DnD)

Engine (Gachiakuta) vs The Exsurgent Virus (Eclipse Phase)

Therese 'Tess' Dombegh (Tess of the Road) vs Heart (Moonlight Chicken)

Captain Grace (Magical Girl Raising Project: Limited) vs Gongyi Xiao (Scum Villain's Self Saving System) 

Es (Milgram) vs Fox (Mirrorworld series)

Kindersnatch (Prey and a Lamb) vs Copen Kamizono (Azure Striker Gunvolt)

Lady Bat (Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch) vs Pepper (Hello From Halo Head)

Marziale (NOISZ) vs Ulala (Space Channel 5)

Soloman (Soloman) vs Diggory Graves (Hello from the Hallowoods)

Matatagi Hayato (Inazuma Eleven GO Galaxy) vs Phon (3 Will Be Free)

Riley (Nexomon) vs Hizame (Amatsuki (Takayama Shinobu))

Brutha (Discworld) vs Colt / Coltia (Monster Rancher 2)

Raven (Gravity Rush) vs Holy Joo (Oh! Holy (Webtoon))

Kit Devlin (Kitty Corner) vs Kusuriuri (the medicine seller) (Mononoke)

Dandelion Tuft-Flores (Soil That Binds Us) vs Tin (Triage The Series)

Sparky & Whoosh / ポチ & タマ (Pochi & Tama) (Ribbit King (Kero Kero King DX)) vs The Biologist (The Southern Reach trilogy by Jeff VanderMeer)

Silver (Oneshot) vs Allumi Niumbirch (Shaman King Flowers)

Kronoculus (Costume Quest 2) vs Raven (Raven (CBBC))

Gary (Faith the Unholy Trinity) vs Appare Sorano (Appare-Ranman!)

Roxis Rosenkrantz (Mana Khemia) vs Abby and Zara (Doctor Who / Graceless)

Shijima Tsukishima/Shimeji (Shimeji simulation) vs Sym (I Was A Teenage Exocolonist)

Oona Wong (Kiki Strike Series) vs Cynthia (Incryptid)

Felix Leiter (James Bond franchise) vs Jefferson (Death's Door) 

Gerald McBoing Boing (Gerald McBoing Boing (1950 short)) vs Gruftine (Die Schule Der Kleinen Vampire / The School for Little Vampires)

Nuch (Not Me The Series) vs Sad Ghost (Shattered Pixel Dungeon)

GROUP E

Percy Blakeney (The Scarlet Pimpernel) vs Sarah Collins (Dark Shadows (1966-1971))

Grace Summers/Poppy (Blood for Poppies (An interactive novel)) vs Tangie (The Tangerine Bear)

Pleck Decksetter (Mission to Zyxx) vs Zaknafein Do'Urden (The Legend of Drizzt (Forgotten Realms))

Tusk (Shrine II) vs Richard Conway (Gunpoint)

Zinn (Monstress) vs Detective Victor Spooky (Deep Night Detective) 

Teddyco (Sanrio) vs Leonie Beaumort (Aviary Attorney)

Magda (Vapors) vs Yokoe Rei (School Zone Girls)

Mini Kapoor-Lopez (Pandava Quintet) vs Maki (Darker than Black)

Edward Manners (The Folding Star by Alan Hollinghurst) vs Reo Miyao (Bokutachi no Ikita Riyuu (Our Reason For Living))

Cian (Bear and Breakfast) vs Principal Shirley Oddwell (Oddport Academy)

Curse Bringer Angel (Baroque) vs Daniel da Silva (Think of England by KJ Charles)

S.T (Hollow Kingdom by Kira Jane Buxton) vs The Cashier (Midnight Museum)

Inien (Thrilling Intent) vs Vola ('Pax' & 'Pax Journey Home' by Sara Pennypacker)

Seaweed (Gloomverse) vs Fangus Klot (Oddworld)

Osari Hikaru (B-Project) vs Stag Malinay (Krystar First Fragment)

Randy Rosebud (Maggie's Apartment) vs The Lacewing King (Honeycomb)

Akama (The Idiot (1951)) vs No Significant Harassment (Rain World) 

The Nigh Furies (Wen Yan, Mo Xiao, and Hai Die) (The Wolf) vs Libby Day (Dark Places)

Sally Swing (Betty Boop) vs A (Tomorrow Will Be Dying)

Puck Reverie (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes) vs Conrad (The Castle of Otranto)

Monmouth (100 Cupboards series) vs Goo (Inanimate Insanity)

Shrimp (The Upturned) vs Suren Darga (DC Comics)

Kim Jinhyuk (Antique (2008)) vs Cecilia Sylvie (Cross-Dressing Villainess Cecilia Sylvie)

Sullen the Magic Mirror (Barbie as Rapunzel CD-ROM) vs Bea (Brawl Stars)

Zachary Ezra Rawlins (The Starless Sea) vs Dash X (Eerie, Indiana)

GROUP F

Kiyoshirou Ushimitsu (As the Gods Will 2) vs Su Moting (God Troubles Me/Hanhua Riji)

Gabrielle (Gabrielle's Ghostly Groove) vs John Dough (John Dough and The Cherub)

Michiko Hada (Helter Skelter: Fashion Unfriendly) vs Corrun Crosslight (Spell Check)

Moondance k'Treva (The Heralds of Valedmar books by Mercedes Lackey) vs Liv (Spooky Month)

Ibuki Momoi (Dai-Guard) vs Etcetera (Cats (musical)) 

Li Ching Lung (DNA Says Love You) vs Fumi-ba (Kamen Rider Ghost)

Uguisu Anko (Call of the Night) vs Corona Hoshino (Swans in Space (manga))

Frog (QuickSpot) vs Karl (All Hail King Julien)

Wolfman (Darkwood) vs Kenna De Poitiers (Reign)

Granger (NeverHome game series) vs Chopfyt (oz)

the Doctor/Doc (Boyfriend of the Dead) vs Gaap Goemon (Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

Magnate Arabo (Stars in Shadow) vs The God of Hunting (A Herbivorous Dragon of 5000 Years Gets Unfairly Villainized)

Iroha Irohazaka (Cipher Academy) vs Mission-chan (Mission-chan no Daibouken)

Forest Friend (Gris) vs Chiitan (Astro Boy)

Simon (Ma vie de Courgette ("My Life as a Courgette")) vs Ellie (Monster Tale)

Melatonin Protagonist (Melatonin) vs Topsy (The Only Harmless Great Thing)

Harp (Star Guardians) vs Dadish (Dadish)

Turnip (Chicory: A Colorful Tale) vs Sha Sheng Shi ("Killing Stone") (Qing Ya Ji (Yin Yang Master))

Guillermo "Dixon" Alverez (Rebelde (2022)) vs Avery (Hellbound Guardian)

Agent (Penguinronpa) vs Sasana (Nekogami Yaoyorozu)

Uhh… these guys? (Rhythm Heaven Fever) vs Fernando Carvalho (Ordem Paranormal)

Mallory (Escam) vs Elle (Starcrash)

Miyauchi Rena (Blue Reflection: Second Light) vs Adelade (A A Prime by Moto Hagio)

Yamabiki (Starving Anonymous) vs Tiger of the Wind (Monster Rancher (1999))

The High Ki of Twi (the enchanted island of yew) vs Malkah (He, She, & It by Marge Piercy)

#obscurecharactershowdown #masterpost #if theres any issue w this post please lmk

[edutainer2022]

UNREQUITED

Co-written with @janetm74

As you may remember, there's a series of pieces on Scott and Kayo being idiots shadow-dancing with some complicated feelings and inhibitions, and baggage, that came to pass due to the incredible contribution of the amazing @janetm74. And now it's taking a more coherent shape as a uniform story! Some chapters you've seen already, some have never been published. There are no words to express how excited and grateful I am it's happening and moving forward (albeit in an angsty direction, so far).

The whole story as it progresses is now up on AO3.

Previous bits in order can be found here:

Ch 1 (blue like she'd never known)

Ch 2

Ch 3 (hurt like this)

Ch 4

CHAPTER 5

(accustomed to misfit)

It was extremely rare that they sparred. Virgil preferred heavy lifting to tatami for keeping his field game up. But he specifically requested a training session for that morning. It was her job to keep them all in shape and defense-ready, among other things. Although, she had a pretty good idea Virgil's motives were far from pure. Just like his poker face was far from perfect.

She flew in late the night before. Technically, the next day was her personal downtime, but she didn't feel comfortable leaving the island unattended for the night. Leaving them all unprotected. Leaving HIM alone with the shadows.

The date was nice. Wayne was nice. She really enjoyed his company. When not stuck up by regulations - his jokes were half decent. He had field stories in abundance she soaked in like a sponge - chases, investigations, cover-ops. He saw her interest and delivered. Wayne SAW her. She let the kiss last. They agreed on a second date, their respective schedules permitting.

She half-expected, half-dreaded to walk in on the Commander pulling an all-nighter with reports. Maybe half-hoped too, just a little. She didn't know what she'd see in his eyes. The exuberant enthusiasm he'd displayed so far made her blood run cold and her heart keen. But the dark lounge was empty.

She curled in a ball in the scolding shower, once in her room, and bawled her eyes out, like a love-sick little girl she'd never been. Not exactly a reaction she'd expect after the first decent date she'd had since college. It wasn't fair to Wayne. It wasn't fair to herself. Unrequited love wasn't ever fair. So she promised herself she wouldn't BE that girl. EVER.

And now she was sparring with Virgil. Sweetest, kindest Virgil, who cared for her. Who wanted what was best for her, like they all did. She made no mistake - Virgil cared for her, but he loved his big brother like he was air. She understood the feeling. That's why she agreed to a second date with Wayne. To allow herself no way back.

"Do you like Rigby?"

She was atacking, Virgil was parrying. She was backing him into a corner, but it felt the other way around. She doubled down on speed and force.

"He's okay."

"You deserve more than okay, Kayo."

Virgil danced away from her reach and left her in the corner, all of a sudden. She saw red. Unforgivable, as his trainer. Understandable, as his sister. If only Virgil knew, what he was saying!

"Is that so?"

Cross-cut, block, block. She took a swing, Virgil evaded.

"What DO I deserve, then? To be invisible?"

Another swing. Undercut.

"To be a shadow?!"

Roundhouse kick.

"To never be loved back?!!"

She was breathless from shouting, or from exhaustion. Virgil stopped at some point, not heeding the hits she was raining, but Kayo didn't even notice. Strong, safe arms closed the embrace, while she was still raging and raving, and just held her. The shooshing noises enveloped her senses as there was no more voice left in her tears. Kayo broke her own promise and wept.

#thunderbirds are go #pairing: scott/kayo #kayo kyrano #virgil tracy #virgil tracy didn’t subscribe to this #wayne rigby gets mentioned #scott tracy needs a cuff up his head #my fic #thunderbirds 2015 #janetm74 #methinks i have astronomy

[cattowersjails]

Introduction:

Hiya I'm Mari!

Welcome to my crappy blog! :D

I'll post either my crappy drawings or animations! (if I make anymore) ooof

Now moving forward with my fandom hyperfixations! :3

Superjail!

Pizza Tower/Sugary Spire

Just Shapes And Beats

Persona 5, 4, 3 Video Game Series

Oggy And The Cockroaches

KinitoPET

Aqua Teen Hunger Force

Rock Paper Scissors (Nickelodeon)

The Stanley Parable

Villainous (Cartoon Network)

Mortal Kombat

South Park

The Amazing Digital Circus

ENA (Joel G)

The Grim Adventures Of Billy And Mandy

Extra SJ AU Info: More Cyberprison AU, Little Game AU, and Misfits AU stuff coming soon! :D

(All Superjail AUs)

I also accept art trades!

Send a message in my dms or use the ask box if interested (either way is fine)

Art trades: Open!

Art requests: Closed (sorry)

Commissions: Idk yet

Extra crap:

MY FUCKIN JAM! I love listening to this stuff while I draw ^﹏^

also including my favorite fandom characters 💕✨

I also really love sour candy

(especially sour Skittles..yummers), panda bears 🐼 bunnies,🐰 and drawing (no shit Sherlock)

I'm hella of a introvert (T_T)

So yeah that's really it, so here, have a picture of my pet rabbit Antonio..he says hello btw

NOTE:

I wanted to redo my meet the artist and introduction because my fandom taste expanded, also cuz I did the old one super lazy.. plus I dyed my hair again with brighter raspberry pink lol

#greetings and salutations #introduction #meet the artist #about myself #information #redo introduction #my art

[nugget-eater123]

Masterlist

INFORMATION: (I literally just made this so I’m sure I forgot some animes I have seen enough of to write for. You can request stuff! I don’t bite (mostly) I also feel like a lot of this is gonna be me projecting so request something so I don’t keep doing that 🤞)

INFORMATION PART 2: I will do requests as soon as I possibly can. They’re 100% open send anything you want 🥰 or just to say hi. Im nice I swear guys 😭 I do have a full time job and I’m the assistant manager so I’m a busy mf 😭 BUT I WILL DO THE REQUESTS I JUST TAKE A MINUTE.

Sally Face

(If you don’t know what this is it’s a game! It’s on steam! I forgot how much it is but if you don’t want to buy it you could always watch a play through of it on YouTube!! I personally love Jacksepticeye and Kubzscouts!)

Smau- Sal x reader crack

Part 2 ⬆️

Series-

One shots-

Bnha/mha

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s available on Crunchyroll in sub and dub!)

Smaus - Part 1 - Todoroki x reader

Part 2 - Todoroki x reader

Part 3 - Todoroki x reader

Part 4 - Todoroki x reader

Part 5 - Todoroki x reader (I’ll repost this one I guess cause tumblr hates me and took this down 💀) (I reposted it 💀) (OH MY FUCKING GOD I CENSORED IT AND THEY TOOK IT DOWN AGAIN????) (I appealed it and they said fuck off so 💀)

Part 1 - bakugo finds out sister!reader is sleeping with the homies 💀

Part 2 - of this one ☝️

Part 3 - I need to stop 😭

Part 1 - Bakugo x reader

Part 2 - Bakugo x reader

Part 1 - kirishima x reader x Kaminari

Part 2 - kirishima x reader x Kaminari

Series -

One shots -

Obey me!

(If you don’t know what this is, it’s a FREE mobile game! There’s 2 actually so if you’re interested than just download it and check it out!)

Smaus- Lucifer is whipped for mc

Part 2 of ⬆️

Series -

One shots - All brothers x reader smut (work in progress)

Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s available on Crunchyroll in sub and dub!)

Smaus-

Series-

One shots-

Kny/ demon slayer

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s available on Crunchyroll in sub and dub!)

Smaus-

Series-

One shots-

Kuroko’s basketball/knb

(If you haven’t seen this anime it is available on Netflix in the dub version and Crunchyroll for the sub version!)

Smaus- Akashi x reader (and Kuroko) 🌚

Part 2 of this monstrosity ⬆️

Part 3 😂 ⬆️

Series-

One shots- Kuroko x reader x kagami (in progress) (big surprise it’s smut guys)

Hazbin

(If you haven’t seen this show it’s now available on Prime Video! The pilot episode is free on YouTube tho!)

Smaus-

Series-

One shots-

Helluva Boss

(If you haven’t seen this show it’s all for free on YouTube!)

Smaus-

Series-

One shots-

Blue Lock

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s on Crunchyroll, in sub and dub!)

Smau-

Series-

One Shots-

The Misfit of Demon King Academy

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s available on Crunchyroll in sub and dub!)

Smau-

Series-

One shots-

Bungo Stray Dogs

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s on Crunchyroll in sub and dub!)

Smau-

Series-

One shots-

Blue Exorcist

(If you haven’t seen this anime it’s available on Crunchyroll in sub and dub! Netflix has it too but it doesn’t have all the episodes! And the last half of season one is NOT canon!!!! I didn’t know that at first and I was very confused)

Smau-

Series-

One shots-

#bnha smau #bnha crack #bnha x reader #bnha #mha smau #mha denki #mha #kirishima eijirou #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugou #todoroki x reader smut #todoroki smut #shoto todoroki #todoroki x reader #shoto smut #shoto x reader #shouto todoroki #x reader #this is so dumb #solomon x reader #please #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #akashi x reader #kuroko x reader #kai chisaki x reader #jjk smau #sukuna x reader smut #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me smut

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW - Apr 14 - 20, 2024

✒️ = Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA

BLADES OF LIGHT & SHADOW

A Discovery ✒️| Mal Volari x F!elf!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

A Stagger in the Woods ✒️| Mal Volar x F!human!MC - @thosehallowedhalls for @storyofmychoices

Safe ✒️| Mal Volari x F!human!MC - @storyofmychoices

BLOODBOUND

Lily Spencer Fanart 🎨by @bayleedraws-sometimesx

CRIMES OF PASSION

CoP MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @mydemonsdrivealimo

Move In Day ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

My Brother's Keeper ✒️Ⓜ️| Vasili Thorne, Sebastyan Thorne - @gaiuskamilah

"One Word From You and I Would" | m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Second Languages Part 2 ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads

Spring's Eternal ✒️| m!Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter for @moominofthevalley

Trystan Thorne Fanart 🎨 by @/ohheyitsjulia (IG) C: @corynnellis)

Trystan Thorne x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @weetlebeetle (C: @peonierose for @jerzwriter)

THE CURSED HEART

Cursed Heart Fanart🎨| Thistle Bat by @bri1234

THE FRESHMAN SERIES

TFS MC 🎨 by @/ohheyitsjulia (OH) (C: @choiceswithmika)

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Gabe Adalhard & Cas Harlow Fanart 🎨 by @gaiuskamilah

Maybe Someday ✒️🏳️‍🌈 | Gabriela Adalhard x Cassie Harlow - @livelaughlovecassie

IT LIVES ANTHOLOGY

Harper x Tom Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈by @lilyoffandoms for @cadybear420

Noah Marshall Fanart 🎨by @payroo

Two Birds on a Wire ✒️| Lincoln McQuoid (Aquino) x MC - @saibug1022

The Way to Rome ✒️ by @noesapphic

LAWS OF ATTRACTION

Not My Birthday ✒️🏳️‍🌈| Various Characters - @aces-and-angels

NIGHTBOUND

Bound by Fate (Series) ✒️| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian Chapter 4: Lovers & Strangers

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart List - Week ending April 20, 2024

QUEEN B

Zoey Wade Fanart🎨by @artbyalz

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Forevermore (Series) ✒️ | King Marquise (Liam) x F!MC - @khoicesbyk Chapter 5: Joy of Winter

CROSSOVERS

TFS / TRR

The Royal Romance Crew's Point of View Chapter 2 ✒️ by @choiceswithmika

TRR / Platinum / OH / CoP / TNA

Isle of Misfits (Round Robin)✒️ | Multiple Stories | Liam Rys, Leo Rys - @twinkleallnight Chapter 10: Dealing With the Paparazzi

TRR / ROE

Marabelle (Series) ✒️ | Liam Rys x F!OC - @tessa-liam Chapter 11: The Game of Kings 2

#choices fanfic #choices fanart #blades of light and shadow #bloodbound #crimes of passion #the cursed heart #the freshman series #immortal desires #it lives anthology #laws of attraction #nightbound #open heart #queen be #choices fic writers creations #choices stories you play #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fanart

[justmeinatree]

06 - the greatest show : runaways are running the night

Summary : a group of misfits, a mysterious leader, a string of murders, and a life on the road.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

Word Count : 2k

Series Masterlist

the first few months were an absolute whirlwind. she’s never experienced a sense of calmness in the chaos, but she is finally getting used to it. 

at first, it was all about learning how the show worked. how to set up, where to set up, how to get prepared, how to run through a show, how to tear down and pack up, how to set up the boxcars. it was a smooth operation, adding an extra set of hands proved to be a learning curve not only for her, but for the others as well. 

once she’d found her footing in that sense, it was time to join. for real, join them. she practiced over the course of a couple weeks, drawing clara, tom, adriana, sergey, even the twins. she learned not only to feel confident in her craft, but also to complete her work in a timely manner. it was one thing to hole up in her old bedroom for days, slowly chipping away at a drawing of her quirky neighbour. but it was a whole other thing to draw someone she’d literally just ran into, in under 5-10 minutes. 

once that challenge was surpassed, she had the joy of joining the show, getting a small booth of her own, letting her be outside as opposed to hidden away in a tent. this was something she was getting used to, albeit a bit slower. she’s not used to being the centre of attention, quite the opposite really, she was more comfortable laying low in the background. but harry decided to set up her booth right near his tent, something the others had lots to say about, but harry defends that it’s just because it keeps her right in the middle of all the action, where patrons can easily see and access her talent. 

and it’s worked, she gets a line up of customers every night, waiting patiently for the little bit of a personal souvenir to take home. still getting used to being the only show participant out in the open, but that too is getting easier every night as she becomes more and more comfortable in her new role. 

and eventually, it all just became routine. something she’d fallen into, comfortably, the anxiety of the new life having subsided, and a time where she could finally properly enjoy her surroundings. and she was taking it all in. 

never in a million years had she imagined herself getting the opportunity to travel all across europe. the first thing she bought being a map of the continent, pinning the cities they’ve visited along the way. she’s so far tracked her way around france, now having crossed over into italy. she’d also been collecting small trinkets from each town, displaying them all around her room, finally having created a space for herself, something that expresses who she is today.

all in all, she’s felt incredibly at home, surrounded by people who have taken her in as their own, no questions asked. she’s found herself having a very sibling esque relationship with both clara and sergey, tom having stepped in as a fatherly figure. one that’s created a welcoming, comfortable environment, something she’s noticed that he seems to provide for all of them. that is, except harry, who seems to be more of his equal, without the fatherly vibe.

she’s yet to completely figure harry out, something the others have made her come to accept, as none of them have really figured him out either. he still makes her incredibly nervous, although for different reasons now. it’s no longer in the sense of being accepted by him, and more in the sense of butterflies in her tummy, making the little hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, making her lungs constrict and her knees go weak.

they’ve spent their fair share of time together, something she gets teased for relentlessly, all in good fun though. he loves bringing her into town on their day off, showing her the cutest little shops, the sweetest pastries, the most intricate souvenirs, the best parks with the most beautiful little benches, where they spend an absurd amount of time just talking. he was like her personal worldly tour guide, one she was slowly falling for.

and christ, has she tried to keep the feelings at bay. especially when the others tell her that they’ve all tried to get with him, people with more experience and more confidence, each of them walking away with nothing more than the pit of being turned down. she knew she didn’t stand a chance, knew she’d get absolutely nowhere with this influx of feelings. but for some god forsaken reason, she still finds herself daydreaming about him whenever she’s alone in her little room.

she reminisces about their escapades through town, about the way his fingers graze her knuckles when they’re walking closely side by side, the way his smile seems to light up whenever she finds something to bring back from their little adventures. she imagines the touches meant more than just friendly pats of caring love, imagines that instead of saying goodbye at the end of the day, that he sneaks into her room, without the others seeing, curling up beside her in warm comfort for the night. she’s even started waking up from wet dreams, something she’s locking away in her secret vault of secrets.

she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable, doesn’t want him to know that she’s feeling a certain way about him. mostly, she doesn’t want to be rejected. she thinks it’s much easier to just sit here in an imaginary world of love. considering the amount of rejection she’s suffered from her entire town, she really doesn’t think she could handle it from someone she’s grown to really cherish.

so when they make their way through the newest town, somewhere in northern italy, harry coming to find her on their day off, promising another day of adventures through the city centre, she accepts with a big smile and a quick nod of her head. 

as they follow the maze streets, thankful that harry’s here and guiding her, sure she’d get lost otherwise, she feels the sling of harry’s arm over her shoulders, gently pulling her into his side, “is it bad to say that i’m happy it’s just the two of us today ?”

she blushes, her face turned down to watch her feet as they walk, the warmth on her cheeks certainly noticeable. her chest was bursting, tummy flipping, knees going weak, overall it was an absolute miracle that she was capable of continuing to walk alongside him without so much as a fumble. “why’s that ?” she murmurs, not completely trusting her own voice at the moment.

harry shrugs, humming for a moment, as if in thought, “because i can put my arm around you without being relentlessly teased,” he chuckles, making a small joke about it, the weight of what he wants to say getting lost to his nerves.

truth was, up until now, harry had been incredibly enamoured. something about her inner beauty just shines so brightly in harry’s eyes. she’d been through a lot, little snippets of which harry’s been able to catch, although she hasn’t entirely opened up yet. and still, she’s always smiling wide, having deep meaningful conversations about anything from faith to worldly observations to education and so much more. he doesn’t think he’s ever had such fascinating chats as he’s had with her. and that says something. he’s had a lot of chats with people as he travels, but with her, he gets completely lost, hours flying by in a blink.

she’s also just so god damn pretty. harry has a crush. christ, a full on crush. it’s been absurdly long since that’s happened. he’s not even sure how to navigate it. but for her, he would try his absolute best, figuring it out along the way.

she feels her tummy flipping, her heart rate increasing, hands going tingly, her brain spinning in circles, lungs constricted tight. what was she supposed to say to that ? she loved having his arm around her, but she very well could not admit to that. she wanted to lean into him, wrap her arm around his waist, rest her head on his shoulder, maybe even place her other hand delicately against his chest for a brief moment. 

she hadn’t realized that she’d stopped walking, too focused on just formulating a reply to keep her feet moving, making harry stumble, stopping abruptly, looking down at her questioningly, slightly worried, “what’s wrong, bug ?” 

her eyes flick up to meet his, a look of confusion etching her features, “m’not sure what to say,” she admits shyly, biting her lip.

harry’s mouth quirks up, thinking she could not possibly be any cuter, feeling his heart burst a thousand times harder than it had been all day, looking at her with nothing but pure adoration.

he knows that he makes her nervous, senses her rapid heart rate each time, but he’s not too sure what to do to calm her. “s’it alright that i put my arm around you ?” he settles on, figuring it is something he should confirm. 

“yeah,” she nods, lips turning up, “it’s alright. i-“ she takes a breath, “i like it.”

he’s fucking beaming, can feel it, unable to contain his smile, “me too, bug,” he nods, pulling her in a little closer, turning to continue down the road, a stack of news papers catching harry’s attention, or more so, the headline, “hold on, pretty girl,” he hums, his arm sliding off of her shoulders, going over to take one off the top, looking over the article quickly. 

she notes the change in his demeanour the more he reads, his breathing picking up slightly, his eyebrows furrowing, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip, his hands grasping tighter, almost ripping the thin paper. “harry ?” she asks softly, taking a few steps towards him, “what’s it say ?”

“hmm ?” harry looks up at her, almost as if he’s snapped out of a trance, giving his head a small shake, “sorry, uh, there’s been some murders,” he hums, as she stands right next to him, looking over the article for herself.

“that’s-“ she recounts quickly in her head, eyes flicking over the information with speed, “those are the last 4 cities we’ve been in,” she looks up at him almost questioningly, “what does that mean ?”

“i don’t know,” he admits quietly, softly shaking his head, “it can’t be good though,” he ads in thought.

“do you think-“ she hums, not wanting to finish her sentence, looking over at harry, worry etched in her features.

“no,” he’s quick to shake his head, determination on his face, “there’s no way, right ?” he wonders out loud. “can’t be one of us.”

“i hope so,” she whispers, biting her lip, flash of stress shooting through her spine. what was going on ?

……

A/N : a bit of a filler chapter to get to the good stuff. i hate that the moment this story comes back, it’s just a short filler (part of the reason i lacked the motivation to write it 😅) i feel bad for yall. rest assured, chapter 7 is started and coming real soon 🫶

Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist

tags : @daphnesutton @niallthebadboi @gorlsinmultifandoms @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @cc-horan28 @she26livesindaydreams @acesofspadess

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles au #harry styles series #harry styles story #harry styles x oc #harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles masterlist #harry styles x mc #one direction #writings #justmeinatree

[ismahanescorner]

Six of Crows | Book Review

Author: Leigh Bardugo

Series: Six of Crows

Genre: YA Fantasy

Publisher: Henry Holt & Co

Release Date: 29/09/2015

Rating: 4.5/5 🌟🌟🌟🌟💫

Synopsis:

Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price—and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone. . . . A convict with a thirst for revenge A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager A runaway with a privileged past A spy known as the Wraith A Heartrender using her magic to survive the slums A thief with a gift for unlikely escapes Six dangerous outcasts. One impossible heist. Kaz’s crew is the only thing that might stand between the world and destruction—if they don’t kill each other first.

Review:

tw//: murder, mental illness, bad coping mechanisms, panic attacks.

so if you don’t already know, this novel is about a heist! Kaz Brekker gets a job worth millions of krugers to break someone outta the ice court. thus, he brings together a group of six misfits (the crows) to carry out this “impossible” mission! chaos ensues!

it’s been a few years since i read this book, yet i love it the same! i was a bit hesitant going in due to the overwhelming hype, cuz i had already read bardugo’s shadow and bone, and while it was good, it wasn’t a literary masterpiece! six of crows isn’t either; however, it lives up to the hype! i was throughly entertained and intrigued all throughout. additionally, i read this for my phd thesis and it provided me with valuable insights and data for conference papers!!

definitely recommend it, as well as the audiobook (it’s a full cast!!)!

#booknerd #bookworm #booklover #books #book review #ya #fantasy #six of crows #leigh bardugo #ya fantasy #ya mental health #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #mathias helvar #helnik #jesper fahey #soc #book blogger #book tumblr #tumblr

[sukipershipper]

NINTENDO COMIC SERIES - ISSUE #1 (COVER A)

Punch-Out!! The Comic Series

The cast of Punch Out!! Is back with some wacky adventures as they go head to head in the ring in this all new issue featuring 5 mini-stories! Mac is trying to adjust to life as a boxer and as a below average academic student. Meanwhile, somewhat lovable misfit, Aran Ryan is perplexed by the mysterious win of Frenchman, Glass Joe and Soda Popinsky and Macho Man race to uncover the identity of Elusive arm wrestling champ, Masked X! All this and more in the latest edition from Nintendo's Comic System!

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Balsam, Chapter 5: Mountain Chickadee

This is a story about trauma. What trauma does to a person, and what trauma does to a community. And how, in the midst of it, people find their way to joy, delight— even love.

Pairing: Joel Miller x original female character Summary: After the events of tlou, Joel and Ellie try to establish a “normal life” in Jackson, but neither of them are any good at normal. A town doctor tries to care for residents who have experienced unspeakable trauma, and struggles to overcome her own past at the same time. Joel finds himself drawn to her, as their lives become increasingly intertwined. Meanwhile, outside Jackson, troubling things are happening… Rating: explicit 18+ MDNI Wordcount: 5.5k Warnings: some problematic language around race/ethnicity that would be expected from characters whose understanding of social justice stopped in 2003, condomless PIV sex, v brief mention of infertility, angst, trauma/PTSD symptoms, painful adolescent social dynamics, LGBTQ issues, the Miller clan trying to figure out how to be a family, Joel struggling with getting old

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It was 6 AM and Ellie was sitting in the dark, looking out the front windows, as Joel’s figure disappeared down the street. The faintest light was coloring the sky to the east and starting to extinguish the smaller stars. She’d been curled up there for a long time, feeling the chill radiate through the pane of glass, her eyes adjusting to the lack of light. There were a surprising amount of animals out there as the dawn started to break— rabbits, squirrels, little birds. She saw how they stilled suddenly when Joel walked by.

She could imagine how the little animals felt, holding themselves like statues, tiny hearts twitching furiously against their ribs. Not daring to breathe until the threat disappeared around the bend in the road.

She hadn’t gone downstairs to say goodbye, and she wasn’t even sure why. Maybe just that she didn’t want him to know she was awake still, didn’t want him to worry. He’d stuck his head in around midnight and told her to stop reading and go to sleep. He’d fallen asleep on the couch for a while after dinner, and his hair had been a wild, off-kilter mess. Standing there like that, bleary-eyed, in a ratty pair of sweatpants and t-shirt, made him look different— older, more…domestic. Like a hapless dad from a cheesy old movie.

He’d pointed at the creased paperback she was holding. Stephen King’s It, borrowed from the eccentric little Jackson Library.

“Sure you should be reading that before bed?” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” She gave him a hard look.

“’S just— I’ve never read it, but it’s pretty scary, ain’t it? And you’ve been havin’ trouble sleeping…”

Ellie raised her eyebrows and flipped to the copyright page. “It’s from 1986. It’s about an evil clown. Not exactly the kind of thing that haunts people’s dreams these days.” It was true— the book felt quaint, almost cozy. Hard to imagine what it would be like to live in a small town in Maine and run around with a band of misfit kids. The guy who wrote it thought he was pointing out how everything had a dark underbelly, but a dark underbelly sounded pretty fucking good to her. She was used to towns that were just plain dark.

But Joel looked skeptical. She could see the pinched anxiousness in his eyes, and it made her squirm. She didn’t want him to feel guilty. She didn’t want him to think she was sick or fucked up or weak, and she didn’t want him to pity her.

She’d sighed, tossed the book aside, and turned off her lamp. Curled on her bed, turning her back to Joel.

But she didn’t sleep. Not because of It, but because she was sick of nightmares. She’d had nightmares her whole life, but over the past year or so they’d only gotten worse. There were just more and more things to have nightmares about. Recently, it was like some kind of switch had been flipped in her head, and the only dreams she was allowed to have were nightmares. She felt weird and sad about Brandy and Chuy, but that wasn’t it, really. Maybe that had just been enough to tip her over the edge.

She worked so fucking hard not to think about her bad memories. Not to talk about her bad memories or to acknowledge them in any way. But as soon as her higher brain shut off, they were set free, and she had nowhere to hide. Nothing she could do except stay up as much as possible, until her body ached and her eyes felt gritty and raw. Until, eventually, the dark tide of unconsciousness overpowered her. And hopefully by then she would be too exhausted to even dream.

The morning was pleasantly quiet, especially compared to Nina’s last patrol with Isaac. Joel had barely spoken a word to her as they packed their gear and tacked up the horses, but she was keenly aware of his presence. She watched him in her peripheral vision, appreciating how, despite the substantial shape of him, he moved with a sort of grace.

The sun was just rising above the hills when they road out of the gates, the horses huffing clouds of steam in the cold air. Joel was reserved but polite, following her lead when they hit territory that was unfamiliar to him. As they went deeper into the mountains and further from Jackson, she felt a tension melting away that she’d only been partially cognizant of.

She needed Jackson. The life she had now would not be possible anywhere else. And yet, she was trapped there. Dependent on it, and on its people. She’d lived in other places and in other ways before, and it wasn’t something she wanted to experience again— ever.

That left her vulnerable in a dizzying, sickening way. And instead of doing what the other, sensible people of Jackson seemed to do— instead of leaning into it, letting herself soften into that web of dependency— she chafed at it.

She’d wanted to lash out all week. At smug Linda Hayes, who looked at her like some kind of witch when she picked up supplies at the butcher shop. At chatty old Jack Auden, who came by her clinic to get a tonic for his sister, but clearly just wanted to check up on her, draw her out of something she didn’t particularly want to be drawn out of. At Brandy Burkholder, with her grating adolescent tough-girl posturing.

Her jaw hurt from clenching it shut, from the effort of fixing her face into something like neighborly politeness.

She’d even restrained herself from starting shit with Marisa Robinson, yesterday in the dining hall, when she’d ladled up a bowl of soup for her and then loosed a fat glob of spit right in it, before setting it roughly on her tray. The girl had stared right into her eyes the whole time, her message clear as day. 

But Nina had just walked away, picked at the rest of her lunch, and gone back to her clinic.

She had no doubts anymore about who Starkey had been fucking. Which presented another problem— how to get Marisa treated for gonorrhea, when she wanted Nina’s head on a pike. Maybe when they got back she could talk to Maria, get her to have a heart to heart with the girl.

They stopped for food around noon in a sunny patch on the edge of a pine thicket. Nina watched Joel pace around, shaking out his stiff, cold limbs, before sitting down on a rock a few feet away from her. She passed him a packet of jerky and dried berries, and he nodded a thanks. 

The sun was high now in a cloudless sky and the air was starting to warm her face. She leaned her head back and looked up at the wide expanse of blue, edged with scraggly tree tops. A round little bird darted from one branch to another and whistled a sweet, three-beat song.

“Mountain chickadee,” she said, pointing at the branches.

“Hmm?”

“They’re a good omen. At least according to the Shoshone.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess.” Joel paused, chewing the tough meat. “Is that what you are? Shoshone?”

She couldn’t help it— she burst out laughing. “Sorry,” he mumbled, his expression darkening. “None of my business.”

“No, no,” she said. “I don’t mind. But that’s the wrong kind of Indian. I’m the dot kind, not the feather.” She took a sip from her canteen. “At least my mom was. My dad was Irish Catholic.”

Joel nodded slowly. “I’m half too. Dad was white, but my mama was born in Mexico. Michoacán.” He looked at Nina and didn’t exactly smile, but he stopped frowning for a moment.

“You and Tommy have the same problem I do. White name, brown face.”

She studied him for a moment, appreciating the warm, deep eyes and strong nose. The rough, wary good looks. He was watching her, with that simmering intensity he had, and she had a sudden urge to run her hand through his untidy curls.

She had a feeling he would let her.

But they had a long day’s ride ahead. Maria’s face flashed in front of her, that warning look she’d given her when Joel had agreed to come on this trip. She knew her friend worried about her taste in men. And she knew Tommy’s brother had a reputation--irascible, violent, unfriendly Joel Miller. The kind of guy she shouldn’t be drawn to, and yet always, despite her best judgement, was.

“I found a book about Shoshone beliefs a while back, on the old University of Eastern Colorado campus.” When she mentioned the campus, Joel’s brow furrowed. “It was full of details on the traditional medicines they used, which was huge for me. It’s not always easy to get medical supplies around here, as you might have noticed.”

“You’ve been to the university?”

She nodded. “I came up through there, when I first came to Jackson.”

He looked down and shook his head. “Pretty rough area.”

“Believe it or not, it used to be worse. I heard that after the Fireflies arrived they cleaned things up a bit.”

Joel stood up abruptly and wiped his hands on his jeans. “We better get movin’ again.”

Tommy watched Maria’s strong fingers gliding expertly over the deck of cards. She riffled, she bridged, she did a series of rapid overhand shuffles with a percussive flourish, all while barely glancing at the movements of her hands. The way she handled the cards reminded him of guys he’d known as a teenager, the sort of macho shit they pulled down in Burnet, Texas, to impress the girls. The sort of shit he’d tried to pull, sometimes successfully and sometimes not— shooting coke cans, throwing knives, hitting the baseball out of the park.

Maria, though— she was the real deal. That finesse wasn’t an act, and neither was her toughness. And instead of impressing Dee Ann Schaefer after homecoming, she was impressing him and Ellie.

The girl’s eyes were sparkling as she followed Maria’s moves. He could practically see the gears turning in her head, and he had no doubt she’d be asking to practice with the card deck tomorrow.

Good.

She needed something to do other than mope around in her bedroom all day. She hadn’t wanted to go to the dining hall for a single meal today, instead opting to hang back and read some old X-men comics that Tommy had scavenged. Maria’d made her promise she would eat something at home, but there was only a single empty can of pears in the sink when they came back after dinner.

Joel’d warned him that she wasn’t doing so great, but he’d been too distracted by everything going on lately to pay it much mind. She’d seemed a little quieter than usual when he saw her around town, and apparently she’d stopped hanging out with the other kids. Some kind of falling out.

But now he could see there was more going on than just that. Ellie had lost a few pounds and was walking around with dark circles under her eyes. It reminded him of when she and Joel first came back to Jackson. He knew only the rough outlines of what had happened out there, but what he knew was awful. And it made him feel terribly guilty, knowing he’d sent Joel out there with the her all alone.

“Kids really didn’t play poker in Boston?” Maria raised her brows as she began to deal.

Ellie shook her head. “I’ve heard about it. But all we ever played at FEDRA school was euchre.”

“Euchre?!” Tommy almost spit out his drink, and a wide smile cracked across Maria’s face.

“What’s the matter with euchre?” Ellie fixed them both with an indignant stare, as Tommy choked back a laugh.

“Sorry, kid. It’s just— my gramma played euchre. Never knew it to be popular with young folks.”

Ellie rolled her eyes at him. “Sorry we weren’t cool enough for you.”

“No, it makes sense,” Maria said with a thoughtful nod. “You probably never had a full deck of cards, did you?” Ellie shook her head no. “They’re surprisingly hard to come by.” She looked down fondly at her yellowed old deck. They were classic red Bicycle cards, the kind with naked cherubs riding down the backs, and Maria was very protective of them.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Tommy felt like he’d missed something.

Now it was Maria’s turn to roll her eyes at him. “If you’d ever payed attention to your grandmother, Tommy, you’d know you only need half a deck to play euchre.” She gave him a fond smile, reaching out to run a hand through his curls. “With a marker and a little creativity, you could use any random set of 26 cards.”

He smiled at her back, getting lost for a second in her rich dark eyes. She was so much smarter than him it wasn’t even funny, but she didn’t seem to mind. I’ve known a lot of men who couldn’t handle a smart, strong woman, she’d told him once. But you don’t have a problem with it. I love that about you.

The doorbell rang while Maria was in the middle of a discussion of which hand beats which. Tommy got up to answer it, not wanting to interrupt the two of them.

He wouldn’t have noticed the path if Nina hadn’t shown him. It was narrow and unmarked, and blocked from the road by strategically placed brush. They carefully arranged the boughs behind them to hide the path again, and walked their horses single file, below the low branches, into the darkening woods. The little A-frame cabin was about a mile in, down a rocky ravine and back up to another ridge.

Nina swung the door open. “It’s probably not wise to make a fire this close to the road, but we’ll be out of the wind at least. The loft is rotten so we’ll have to stay down here.”

Joel looked around at the room, small but clean, with an ancient four-post bed on one end and an enamel wash basin on the another. A pile of heavy blankets was heaped on the floor. “I’ve slept in worse, that’s for sure. I’ll take the floor.”

She looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. “No you won’t, old man. I’ve seen how stiff you are when you get up in the morning after a night on the ground.”

He winced at the ‘old man’ comment, even as he knew it was true— his body wasn’t what it used to be, and she’d certainly feel the effects of the floor much less than he would. But he didn’t think his pride would let him sleep on a mattress while Nina curled up on the floorboards. He paused, still standing by the doorway.

“Look,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “If I was a guy, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. If you’d let Tommy take the floor, there’s no reason not to let me.”

She was right, but he didn’t like it. And he felt embarrassingly disappointed to hear her call him out for his age. Jesus, what did he expect? Like she wasn’t gonna notice he was pushing sixty.

He exhaled heavily, took a few steps forward, and threw his pack down on the bed. “Suit yourself,” he huffed. If she wanted to treat him like an old man, then fine— he’d at least enjoy a night in a bed after a long day’s ride.

Ellie didn’t want to talk to Chuy, but Maria wasn’t budging. She put down the deck of cards and refused to go on with their game until Ellie at least went to the door and thanked him for coming by. As if that was something people actually did. Maybe in nineteen forty or whenever the fuck she’d grown up.

Chuy looked a little awkward, standing on the front stoop with Coco, talking to Tommy. His dark hair flopped over one eye.

“Hi Ellie,” he greeted her with a small smile.

“Hey,” she offered. Her voice sounded weird to her ears. She didn’t know what to do with herself, so she knelt down to rub Coco’s head, scratching the soft fur behind her ears.

“Do you wanna come out for a little walk? It’s a full moon tonight.”

“Uh, sure.” She tried to look casual as she stood, shoving her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She wasn’t sure why Chuy was here, and the whole thing was making her feel very weird. But part of her was happy to see him, in spite of herself. She’d enjoyed having friends for, like, three weeks.

“Good to see ya, Jesús, “ Tommy said, giving Chuy a pat on the shoulder before he turned back inside. “Ya’ll don’t stay out too late.”

As the door closed behind her, Ellie raised her eyebrows. “Jesús?”

“It’s my full name. Usually just go by Chuy for short.” They fell into step beside each other, walking down the walk and into the empty street.

“In what world is Chuy short for Jesús?”

“Same world where Billy is short for William and Jack is short for John.”

“Okay, that’s a good point.” Something about walking side by side was making things easier. She didn’t have to look at him, for one, and it was much less awkward that way. And when they both fell quiet, she could occupy herself looking at the stars and the luscious silver disk of the moon. They walked a few blocks without talking, just listening to the rhythmic brush of their shoes on concrete.

Coco found a particularly interesting-smelling bush, and they stopped for a minute to let her sniff around it.

“We’ve missed you at the barn,” Chuy said cautiously, turning to look at her face. Ellie looked down at the ground, rocking her weight back and forth on the thin soles of her shoes.

“I’ve just been busy.”

“That’s fine. But you can come by any time you’re free, you know?”

“Mmhmm,” she replied noncommittally.

After a few moments of silence, Chuy spoke again. 

“I’m really sorry.”

Ellie turned toward him, startled. “What do you mean?” Her voice came out sharper than she intended, and it was Chuy’s turn to look away.

“Maybe I’m wrong, but… I guess you know that Brandy and I…” He trailed off.

“Yeah, so?” Ellie gave her best impression of nonchalance. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and she had a fleeting urge to just take off running into the night.

“Well, you like her, don’t you?” He must’ve seen the panic in her face, because he quickly added, “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell her. Or anyone else, I promise.”

She closed her eyes for a moment and slowly let out her breath. Fuck.

“Was I that obvious?”

Chuy shook his head emphatically. “No, not at all! It was just because I felt the same way about her, you know? You looked at her the same way I did.”

They were both silent for a moment, then Chuy laughed. “Holy shit, I’m so relieved I was right. This would’ve been so weird if I was wrong.”

“Oh, you think this isn’t weird? Because this is pretty fucking weird for me.” Her heart still felt like it wanted to leap out of her throat, but she found herself smiling at Chuy. Grateful to him for being so chillabout this. 

But, god— would he really not tell anyone? Her smile faltered.

“Hey, um, I actually haven’t told anyone... about me.  So please don’t say anything, okay?” She looked at him pleadingly, biting into the skin of her bottom lip.

“Of course not.” His voice was soft and sincere.

She looked up at the sky again, feeling the cold wind brush the hair back from her face, watching a thin stream of clouds blow gauzily over the moon. The relief crackled through her like an electric current. 

When Joel closed his eyes, he felt like he was still swaying on top of the horse. He lay there, warm under the wool blankets, waiting for his exhausted body to give into sleep. But it wasn’t coming.

He felt like an idiot. Nina’s voice echoed in his head: old man, old man, old man. Yes, he was old, and getting older. His body never let him forget it anymore— stiff joints, spasming muscles, bone-deep aches when the weather changed. Those spells he got sometimes, when his ears rang and his breath stopped and it felt like his heart was gonna fucking explode. He should probably ask Nina about those episodes, but he’d rather swallow glass than admit to her how feeble he got sometimes. Not that she couldn’t see for herself.

She could see just fine. Old man, old man, old man. And what was he thinking coming on this trip? He’d had some good reasons to do this, but there had been a lot of good reasons not to.

After Nina mentioned the University of Eastern Colorado, he’d been dogged by unwanted thoughts as they rode into the woods: visions of being shanked and the religious nut jobs and Ellie running hard across the bloody snow.  The drive of his knife through skin and sinew, the frantic fear that he would always be too late to save her. As much as he bristled at being trapped in Jackson, at least he could keep an eye on her and do what he could to keep her safe. Now he was a full day’s ride away, and soon he’d be further still— the furthest he’d been from her since that day in the QZ when Marlene had talked Tess and him into smuggling the girl. What felt like a lifetime ago, in a whole other world.

He had to remind himself that Jackson was safe and that Ellie was in good hands with Tommy. She’d be just fine when he came back, aside from her attitude and her foul mouth. Which weren’t likely to change any time soon.

He shifted around, adjusted his pillow, sighed heavily.

He tried not to think about Nina lying a few yards away, and what he’d dreamed about the last time they slept in a room together. He felt a heavy pulse of blood in his groin, at nothing more than the memory. Well, at least his dick still worked right.

He could hear her breathing, turning occasionally as she tried to get comfortable on the floor. He felt like an asshole for letting her sleep there, although he also would have felt like an asshole for insisting on giving her the bed. Goddamn her.

He heard her shift again, then the rustling of blankets falling to the floor. Then the creaking of floorboards.

She was getting up.

He sat up halfway, on alert, tilting his head to angle his good ear toward the window. Had she heard something or noticed something he hadn’t?

His rifle was within reach, and his arm slid silently across the bed toward the wall where it rested. It was dark, but he could see her remarkably clearly by the moonlight coming through the windows. 

His heart was beating in his throat as she walked toward the bed and stood beside him.

“What—what is it?” he stuttered in a whisper, confused.

“Can I?” She asked, as she leaned down, pulling on the hem of his blanket. At first he thought, dumbly, that she’d changed her mind about taking the floor. Then she pressed her palms against his chest and gently eased him back down into the mattress. She slid under the blanket, moving her body top of his, until she was straddling his legs.

Oh.

“Yes,” he breathed, and she dipped her head down toward his.

It was so much like his dream that he wandered briefly if he’d fallen asleep. But no, he could feel every little thing too acutely: the scratch of the wool covers moving across his skin, the salty taste of dried sweat as he pressed his lips against hers.

They started out tentative. He sampled her soft lips and gently parted them with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like the baking soda she used to brush her teeth, like salt, like something animal and wild. She tasted good.

His hands had moved up to cradle her face. The cut of jawbone, the whorl of ear against his palm. There was something teetering inside him, a thread perilously close to breaking. All the want he’d been holding in around her, tamping down, was rising up. He felt like he might snap.

He dropped his hands, ran them down the dip of her waist and the wide flare of her hips. Dragged her body up against his until her strong thighs were split open above his groin and his hardening cock could find friction on her. She felt him and rutted forward, moaning softly into his mouth.

Not enough. He flipped her over, his weight spreading her legs wider and pressing her down into the old mattress. His hand snaked up below her sweater and skated across belly, ribs, and there— the soft mound of a breast filling his palm, and she was arching into him, groaning.

“Joel,” she moaned against his ear as he slid rough kisses down her neck. Her voice shook something loose, the nagging thought in the back of his mind— Why the fuck was she doing this?

He broke himself away and sat up on his knees. His chest heaved as he looked down at her. His eyes traced the soft curves of her splayed body. Her words echoed in his head again: old man.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I’m sure, Joel.” She sat up a bit, propping herself on her elbows to look at him. It was dark, but not too dark to see her expression: eyes narrowed, studying him. She looked, like she usually did, fully in command of herself.

“Are you sure?”

He almost laughed. He wanted to say, I’ve been sure from the moment I first saw you. He didn’t say anything though, just slid down onto his belly between her legs. He nuzzled his face against the fabric of her pants as he started to unfasten them, and she gamely lifted her hips to help.

And—fuck—her underwear was drenched, her arousal turning the pale fabric translucent. He rubbed his finger along the cloth, tracing the dark shape of her cunt underneath. She mewled, pushing herself against his hand. Then he was yanking the underwear roughly, scraping them down her thighs and away.

She tasted amazing there, too— like he knew she would. Sweet and musky, with that electric tang that always reminded him of licking a 9-volt.

She gave him instructions— right there, harder, again, faster— and he complied. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted. And she wanted this, he could tell, as she gripped his hair harder and her thighs shook against him. He worked his jaw frantically, trying to get it right for her. He needed to make her feel good.

When she finally came she called out his name. He slowed down but kept going as she shuddered, coming apart underneath him, until finally she pulled him away from her over-sensitized clit.

He rose up and she grabbed his face to hers. She licked her juices hungrily from his lips and chin, her breath fast and hot against his skin.

“Baby,” he said, running his hands through her thick curls. “I want you so bad.”

She grabbed the waistband of his jeans and peeled down his fly, pulling him loose from his boxers. He was painfully hard, desperate to be touched. And she obliged. When she wrapped a hand around him, he couldn’t help thrusting into her grip, feeling the shuddering relief of her palm stroking down his length.

“I can’t get pregnant. In case you were worried about that.”

He stared at her for a second. Actually, he hadn’t been thinking about it at all, although he should’ve fucking been. He had a sudden flash of how reckless he was being.

But there was no way, no goddamn way he was going to stop now.

He was pressing into her sweet cunt almost before he realized it, his hips drawn into her heat like a moth before a lightbulb. She was arching up to meet him there. Her muscles contracted snugly around him and, Jesus fucking Christ, it had been too long since he’d felt this.

“That’s it,” she breathed as she lifted her legs to bring him in even deeper. “Now fuck me.”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He started out slow— he was too excited and he wasn’t ready for this to be over yet. Holding himself up on one arm, he looked down and watched how his cock slid beautifully in and out of her, the length of him glistening with her arousal. He looked at her face and saw she was watching too, the two of them mesmerized by the machinery of their bodies.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it down. “Touch yourself while I fuck you, baby.”

She obeyed, rubbing rhythmic circles against her clit. Biting her lip as she looked up at him.

She began whimpering with each thrust and he couldn’t hold back. He fucked her harder and faster and she lifted her legs even higher to accommodate him, driving him home.

He was getting there, and he knew he couldn’t hold back for long. “Nina, you feel so good. So fucking good,” he panted. He looked at her pleadingly, trying to will her to come again before he lost control completely.

“I want it, Joel,” she gritted out. “Come for me, baby. Don’t stop now.” She moved in tandem with him, snapping her hips up to meet each thrust.

That was it. He slammed against her roughly, faster and faster as he felt his orgasm bloom outward from the base of his spine. “Fuck, oh— oh baby,” he groaned and buried himself deep inside, the first pulse shooting out of him so hard it was almost painful.

“That’s it, yes, yes,” she moaned, rubbing herself even harder as she felt him throbbing against her.

When the waves of pleasure finally ebbed, he was spent, exhausted. But he held himself up by his shaky arms and stayed inside her, watching as she brought herself to orgasm. Watching how his come leaked out around him and slicked the tips of her fingers, as she circled them hard and fast against her swollen clit. He wanted to burn the image into his brain so he’d never forget.

“That’s it, darlin’,” he whispered hoarsely.  “Make yourself come for me. That’s so fuckin’ beautiful.” He coaxed her until she let out a jagged cry and he felt her contracting around him.

He collapsed down to the mattress and pulled him to her, wrapping his arms around her soft body. 

Nina sat up straight, spine long, feeling the smooth slide of her horse’s gait as they moved through the woods. Watery morning light slanted through the branches, catching on clusters of new green leaves. She felt fucking amazing. Better than she had in a long time.

This was their forth day on the road, and she and Joel had been going at each other madly for the past three. Her cunt ached with it, pressed against the hard leather of her saddle. She knew she would enjoy Joel, but she had not anticipated how much. How enthusiastic he would be, and how focused on her pleasure. Doing things like eating her out on a bed of pine needles, on the forest floor, during their lunch break. He’d barely climbed off his horse before he was kneeling in front of her, licking a stripe hungrily down the denim that covered her crotch, unfastening the button at her waist. And she’d felt herself already soaking through her panties as she looked down at his dark unkempt curls, buried between her thighs. They had found a rhythm with each other that undeniably worked.

When she dissociated, she left her body. In sex like this, she became her body. Today, she was here. She was alive to the world. She knew it wouldn’t last forever— it never did— but for now she basked in it.

When they weren’t fucking, he was just as quiet as he ever was. He was a man of extremes— taciturn and careful as he groomed his horse, built a fire, hunted a rabbit for their dinner. Then whispering sweet filth in her ear as soon as they’d crawled into a shared sleeping bag. And that was just fine with her. She wasn’t looking for attachment. 

Even without attachment, things could get complicated, she knew. Tonight they’d be in Lava Hot Springs, with Mo and his men. An excess of men— men with guns, men with knives, men with pride and schemes and swinging dicks. She was acutely aware of the danger in this. Of the danger in taking her current lover along for protection, as she orchestrated a trade with her charming, amoral ex.

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[etherealeddie]

Woodstock ‘99 - Part 2

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Reader

Story Summary: A hopeless romantic hippie meets a roughed up metalhead at what is supposed to be beautiful, peaceful, music-filled weekend. But even amongst all of the chaos, there may be some peace.

Part Summary: Eddie and his band of misfits finally get their big shot in the music industry, and it’s scarier than he expected, but then he lays eyes on you.

CW: Passing mention of drugs, angry/violent crowd, maybe some swearing, but I think that’s it. Let me know if I missed anything!

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy part 2! I had fun writing it, and I��m excited to see reactions and for the rest of the story to come out. At this point, I think it’ll be a 4 part series, maybe 5!

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1 - Part 2 

Eddie knew when Corroded Coffin accepted this offer, it was a big deal. 

There’s a lot riding on how their set goes, and how the audience reacts to them. The last year has been the most successful and busy year of all four of their lives, but if this doesn’t go well, it could all end for them. 

When he called Wayne to tell him, he just said, “Isn’t that a hippie thing? What are you guys gonna do there?” 

Realistically, Eddie had the same thought when the offer came from his manager, but here they are. 30 minutes until they hit the stage, and nothing about this festival is screaming peace or love to him. They’ve played at a few rock festivals, and the crowd here was still more aggressive than the others he remembers.

When he called to tell his friends that weren't in the band, there were a lot of mixed responses. A couple of the kids just said it was cool, Jonathan offered to do photography for Corroded Coffin if it was needed, and Argyle said he might be there. Said it was his, “total vibe, dude”. 

 Steve and Robin seemed excited for him, although he could tell they were both a bit sad that they were still stuck in Hawkins. Eddie always offered to fly them out or to hire them on the stage crew but they would always laugh it off. Steve would say something about his reputation and how it would look if “King Steve Harrington was Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s bitch.” Even though they always say no, Eddie always offers. Some day he’s sure they’ll say yes.

-

He stands to the left of the stage with Gareth, just watching with wide eyes as Jonathan Davis works the crowd. The level of stage presence he has is insane and Eddie isn’t sure he can match it, not with this many eyes on him and with this much attention.

“I know we’ll be fine, but I can’t say I’m not terrified of this crowd.” Gareth says. Eddie is surprised he can hear him over the deafening screams. 

“Yeah, I mean, we’re going to be on the same stage that Metallica is playing tomorrow night.. It’s actually insane. How did we end up all the way here from lil ‘ole Hawkins, Indiana?”

Gareth lets out a small chuckle in reply as Korn’s final song finishes and they both step to the side for the band that’s running off the stage. They pass them quickly, drenched in sweat, and radiating with the energy from the show they just played.

Eddie nods towards the other bandmates and he and Gareth walk over to get a pre-show amp up with them while their stage crew is switching out and setting up their instruments. Taking the time to drink as much water as they can, trying not to sweat any more than they already are in this hot sun. He can’t imagine how it is in the pit right now. Hundreds of bodies electrified with energy from the music, the heat, and to be completely honest, who knew what amount or type of drugs were also fueling this audience.

Taking the last few minutes to go over their setlist, they all take a second to just look at each other. Every member of Corroded Coffin looks terrified in the most excited way. Without saying anything, Eddie just nods at them silently, and you can see them physically relax a bit. This is going to be the best performance they give. They will perform like their entire lives and careers hinge on it, because in many ways, it does.

-

“Hope you all saved some energy for this next group. They're new on the scene and ready to rock. Everybody, this is Corroded Coffin!” The announcer yells into the microphone as Eddie and the boys jog out to the stage. He takes a second to just breathe in the crowd and the atmosphere of the festival. There’s so many more people than he imagined but this stage is his home for the next 45 minutes, and he’s going to prove how much he, and all of his friends from little Hawkins, Indiana, deserve to be up here with the bands he’s idolized since middle school.

In an attempt to give his bandmates a moment to settle into their instruments, he starts his crowd work.

“How is everybody doing tonight? Ready for more music?” He yells, as the crowd roars in response.

“Oh come on, you can do better than that!” He replies with a smirk, his dimples popping out. The crowd screams in response again, even louder this time, if that’s possible. 

Eddie looks over his shoulder quickly to his friends, getting the small “go ahead” nod from each of them before he addresses the crowd again.

“Alright, let’s go!” He yells into the mic as the first chords of one of their songs pours out of his guitar. The audience responds immediately with praise, beginning their game of madness all over again.

The set, although 45 minutes, feels like 30 seconds. Maybe it’s because he’s in his element, or just drunk off the energy and approval of his vast audience, but he doesn’t care. He’s never felt so free during a set.

The atmosphere quickly changes with the last song though. The song is more angry than the rest of their setlist. Eddie had written it about the many injustices back home from his highschool days, of course it was laced with burning ire. He expected the audience to amp up a bit, that’s how it usually went at each show, but this was more than he was expecting. More than what any of the boys were expecting really.

The crowd moved in sync almost, waves of people pushing and shoving each other, throwing things, letting the anger of the song become a pawn in their human interactions. This wasn’t why Eddie wrote it, and it’s certainly not how he wants to end the set, but he’s honestly terrified to stop the song, what if it ruins Corroded Coffin’s chance? This is clearly an audience that will change its tone and opinion at a rapid pace.

By the end of the second chorus, he signals to the boys to ease out of the song. Although Gareth is upset he doesn’t get to play his drum solo, he can’t say he isn’t scared of this crowd either. He is willing to do anything to not feel responsible for them at this point. 

The song finally finishes, and if anyone in the crowd knows it’s the end of the song, they don’t seem to care. Everyone cheers and Eddie grabs a microphone, introducing the band and it’s members one last time before peeling off his guitar and exiting the stage.

That’s when he sees her.

A few rows from the front, looking as scared of the audience she is standing in as Eddie feels standing feet above and away from them.

She's the epitome of what he expects from any festival named ‘Woodstock’ after ‘69. A flower crown and what looks like homemade friendship bracelets to boot, she is the poster child of what he expected this weekend, and clearly isn’t going to get. 

You, although he doesn’t know your name yet, are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

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[cat-esper]

I thought I'd redo my intro post and this time make it ✨pretty✨

I'm Cat [she/her | aroace] and I write sci-fi and fantasy with a dose of cosmic horror. I love mixing genres and general experimentation. Whether my work is marketable or not is less important than having fun. My absolute favorite things are found family, robots, and time travel, and I am a firm believer that platonic relationships can be just as fierce and important as romantic ones. Most of my novels are set within a shared universe I call the Starfish Saga and that's my main focus, though I do have quite a few exciting projects outside that.

I am quite shy but love making new writer friends and am open to tag games and ask games and other sorts of writerly socialization.

I have...a lot of projects. A worrying amount I try not to think about. But! Below the cut, you'll find the ones I'm focusing on for the time being, now with new and improved titles.

Books of the Starfish Saga

The Last Paladin | YA science fantasy | 12 part series

When Chelsea Seaver's parents are abducted by aliens, she embarks on a grand adventure across the galaxy--making friends and learning magic on the way--to bring them home.

Status: drafting book 3, editing book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Incantations of the Mad Mage | YA epic fantasy | 6 part series

In order to honor her dead mentor, battle mage Arna Vaughn races against the Sforia Empire to locate six legendary magic spells that have the power to end a bloody war; whoever finds them first will change the course of their world forever.

Status: drafting book 4 (on hold pending outline changes)

Intro | WIP tag

Records of the Spiral | YA portal fantasy | 4 part series

Three misfits stumble into a surreal world inhabited by strange creatures and watched over by the eldritch Enochians; it's a place they belong to more than Earth and if they don't want to see it destroyed, they'll need to stop the very beings who created it in the first place.

Status: drafting book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Music of the Spheres | YA science fantasy | standalone

Shay Finnegan leaves everything behind when he decides to become a light-wielding Paladin, a protector of the galaxy, in order to find a higher purpose and avoid the fate that haunts him with the words you will bring everything to ruin.

Status: rewriting for the millionth time

Intro | WIP tag

Red Ghost | YA contemporary fantasy | novella

Mel Black joins a ghost-killing organization in order to free the spirit of her dead friend from a fate worse than death, but saving him might just mean the end of humanity.

Status: pending edits

Intro | WIP tag

Nightland Nexus | epic fantasy | 5 part series

As tensions rise across the worlds, a group of characters seek to satisfy their own ambitions, but they'll need to team up and unite the worlds to prevent a long-dormant Darkness from awakening.

Status: world-building

Intro | WIP tag

Other Projects

The Zodiac Circuit | post-apocalyptic sci-fi | duology

Rhys Valencya reluctantly teams up with an android in order to stop her own family from resurrecting the lich that almost wiped out humanity centuries ago.

Status: drafting book 1

Intro | WIP tag

Androids Don't Rust | time travel | standalone

With human extinction inevitable, four androids are sent into the past to retrieve data for the Archive that will outlast humanity.

Status: very early planning stages

Intro | WIP intro

Robbery on the Hell Express | weird western | novella

Occasional partners and oftentimes enemies, Harlan Nye and John Callahan team up to rob a ghost train--betrayal, deadly wraiths, and a lethal race against the clock mean they may not make it out of this alive.

Status: planning

Intro | WIP tag

If any of them pique your interest and you'd like to be added to a taglist, let me know!

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[bakananya]

Of the Shadows and Blood.

(Azriel X OC)

Zene and her band of misfits have only one purpose in their lives. Save as many innocent women and children from illyrian camps and punish as many illyrian males for their crimes and bring them to justice, something clearly the authorities in power won't do.

She will get her friends and family to safety on one of the islands across the sea, where they can finally live a life of peace and safety and comfort.

But when their actions draw the attention of the illustrious Inner Circle of the Night Court, Zene finds herself face to face with the mysterious spymaster, Azriel.

Mother, however, has different plans for them, as an unfortunate mating bond snaps in place, and a new threat is simmering in the horizon, forcing Zene to work with those she despises. And forcing her even closer to a certain shadowsinger and a mating bond she doesn't want.

AO3 link -

(I did end up posting on both lmao)

Part one of a fanfic based on this scene I came up with -

Enjoyyy

Chapter 1

"Do you have eyes on the armory? That's where they hide most of their loot."

"Of course, I also have eyes on the Winery," 

"Gabs, I swear to fucking gods-"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, Zene. Gods, Relax." Gabrielle rolled her shoulder, adjusting her grip on the railing of their makeshift watchtower. The moon rained a silvery glow over the landscape below, illuminating the sprawling camp of their enemies. The wind rustled through the trees that hid them from the camp. 

"I can't believe they fell for it again, aren't most of these men married?" She crinkled her nose in distaste. "Yet they opt to attend this event. It's literally borderline cheating."

Her eyes narrowed as she focused back towards the pub, a couple men with giant black wings entering.

"That's all of them. They are all in the pub." Her eyes gleamed with a predatory glint, feral sadism shining in her blue eyes as she watched, before her attention turned to the other side of the camp. Angling her neck to get a better view, she continued, "The Angels have started their rounds in the residential cottages looking for victims, and Nox should be at the armory in 5 minutes. They can hold the information off for 30 minutes, tops. The triplets will be waiting inside, lets hope they did their job well. You sure we are enough to take out 60 Illyrian warriors in that pub?"

"Don't make me laugh." Zene scoffed, her lips turning up into a smirk. "We have dealt with worse. Let's get this over with."

The watchtower creaked softly as a gust of wind swept through, carrying the scent of pine and distant fires. Below, torches flickered, casting dancing shadows on the ground.

They approached the pub, winnowing their way through the broken wards, the sound of muffled laughter and clanking tankards drifting out into the night air. Zene flicked her head towards the small cottage in front of the pub as a gesture for Gabrielle while she circled around to the back entrance, ensuring they had every angle covered, only to freeze and immediately take cover when she almost ran into a guard.

With a small movement of her wrist, Zene hurled one of her glowing cobalt daggers, embedding it in the wooden wall beside the unsuspecting guard. His eyes flickered to the left towards the dagger now glinting in the moonlight, but before he could raise any alarm, she was upon him, her second dagger finding its mark in his neck with lethal precision. The guard collapsed silently, his body crumpling to the ground, and Zene entered the pub with a push to the backdoor and the glowing dagger in the wall misted away.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle moved with the grace of a hunting cat, her bow drawn taut as she perched on the rooftop of the adjacent cottage. With a keen eye towards the giant open window at the front of the pub, she targeted the Illyrians inside, and focused on one of them. The man near the window was laughing, guffawing really, as he looked at someone just out of sight. A slight smile curved on her lips, as she lets the arrow fly, just as he throws his head back into another laugh, landing precisely on his pulsepoint.

His eyes widened as he choked, the goblet clattering to the ground. His hands ghost over his neck, before his body fell to the ground. 

Gabrielle could almost hear the silence that was now perpetuating in the room. She hid behind the chimney taking cover as she loaded another arrow and giggled to herself, before closing her eyes as she disappeared. 

Her bow and arrow also vanished with her, yet she was there, unseen and unheard, skipping to different parts of the rooftop, soft laughter of pure and utter mirth escaping her lips as each arrow, seemingly appearing out of thin air, found its mark with deadly accuracy. The soft thud of bodies hitting the ground felt like a reward, the air smelled like beer and fear, anger and vengeance.

Inside, chaos erupted as the Illyrians scrambled to defend themselves against the unseen assailants. 

Zene, with her short stature, effortlessly weaved through the crowd of towering illyrians, unnoticed towards the back of the small makeshift stage as the men scrambled to ready their weapons. Their focus was fixated on the window, where arrows materialized, seemingly out of nowhere.

She quickly surveyed the people backstage, her eyes landing finally on a pair of ocean blue with midnight black hair, and the delicate and pale face of a young girl, looking intently at her. The girl's face was calm, waiting.

Zene tilted her head in silent inquiry, a wordless question hanging in the air.

The girl nodded.

Zene smiled to herself and watched as the girl turned to the other two girls flanking her. A brunette and a ginger, both just as beautiful, bordering on surreal. They exchanged hushed words amongst themselves before gliding towards the backstage exit, their graceful movements captivating even in the midst of urgency.

After making sure that the triplets had left, Zene turned back towards the pub, a slight grimace on her lips. With a graceful gesture, she extended her palms and summoned two orbs of radiant blue light, which coalesced into gleaming daggers.  Gripping their hilts firmly, she raised her gaze, a quick whispered apology to the mother leaving her lips as she swiftly plunged one of the shimmering blades into the nearest Illyrian's neck, his mouth opening in a silent scream. The glow of the blades casting an eerie illumination upon the chaotic scene.

As Zene swiftly killed another Illyrian with her glowing daggers, chaos erupted in the pub. The remaining warriors scrambled to defend themselves against the unexpected attack, their shouts and the clash of weapons filling the air. 

But they were slow, far too slow against the two nimble females.

Perhaps they should have thought twice before accepting faerie wine from the pretty nymphs, when their wives waited at home.

The thought rid Zene of any guilt in her heart, her mind closing off all emotions as she brutalised the illyrians. Most of them, she only injured enough to knock them out, some of them fainted all because of the wine the nymph triplets had seduced into their systems and the other, the ones she remembered specifically from their earlier observation rounds in this camp as being specifically terrible to women and children, she murdered in cold blood. 

Zene's movements were a blur of calculated strikes and swift dodges as she danced through the chaos, her glowing daggers made swirls of light in the dimly lit pub. With each precise motion, another Illyrian fell, leaving a trail of fallen warriors in her wake, until the pub was littered with bodies and the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat and beer.

Meanwhile, Gabrielle continued her unseen assault from the rooftop, her laughter echoing through the night as she picked off her targets with lethal accuracy. With each arrow she released, another enemy met their demise, adding to the growing tally of casualties inflicted by the duo.

With the majority of their foes incapacitated, severely injured or knocked out, Gabrielle quickly winnowed into the scene, eyes just a little too wild with mirth to be considered sane.

Zene and Gabrielle quickly moved to secure the pub, ensuring that any others still watching were dealt with swiftly and decisively. Bloodied but unbowed, they stood amidst the aftermath of their handiwork, their breaths coming in steady rhythms as they surveyed the scene before them.

"That was not nearly as fun as I thought it would be." Gabrielle's laughter tinkled through the air, a stark contrast to the bloody silence around her, as she playfully nudged the head of one of the fallen Illyrians with her foot, a wry grin forming on her lips at the snort that escaped the unconscious man.  "They really are just pea brained warriors, accepting wine from nymphs." She scoffed.

"You seem particularly happy for someone who didn't think this was fun enough." Zene points out, eyes scanning the room and counting the number of bodies. 

"I have a bit of a history with this camp. I remember being beaten to a pulp for forgetting to heat up water for my lovely husband here. Pity he died in the Hybern war, I would have taken my time with him." Gabrielle's eyes were dark, no amusement left in her icy blue eyes.

The women are out and team angels is halfway back already, the guards have been alerted. Leave.

As Nox's voice echoed in her head, Zene silently thanked her before reinforcing her mental shields. She then turned to Gabrielle, who now held a goblet filled with faerie wine.

"Let me just finish counting up and then we can-" Zene paused as she noticed that Gabrielle had gone quiet. Her eyes were wide, her red lips open in horror as she stared at one specific spot near the sofas.

Zene's eyes followed Gabrielle's line of vision, jaw tensing as she noticed the unconscious man. 

It shouldn't have been surprising to see just another giant illyrian man with huge wings splayed out on the couch, absolutely drunk on faerie wine. Nothing out of place for what Gabrielle and Zene had just done. 

No, it should have been a normal sight, just another man, the last one really, with which Zene could have been done counting the number of people in the pub, and gone home arm and arm after another successful raid.

After all, there was nothing abnormal about his towering physique and fairly long dark hair, put up in a bun, some of the hair falling into his face, nothing abnormal about his illyrian leathers, nothing abnormal at all.

Nothing except, the seven shining siphons, placed strategically on his impressive body.

Gabrielle and Zene exchanged nervous glances. 

"We have to run." 

Authors note

Disclaimer: This is just random brain stuff okay? Do not take this too seriously idk what im doing. There WILL BE GLARINGLY OBVIOUS PLOTHOLES I HAVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE

Updates Schedule : Sporadic until May 5 and then I will probably go like once a week maybe.

I am going to post on AO3 too, linked at the top of the chapter. Also english is NOT my native language so expect mistakes.

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