#Chapter 3: My diary

[zuzu-romeave]

MY BOYS ARE BACK <333333 !!!!!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope to work on *all* of these ideas eventually; this poll is to see what excites people the most!

[caprisun89bakerstreet]

How can I be guilty as sin?

Ch.2 - there’s no such thing as bad thoughts, only your actions talk

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Series summary: the 5 times you almost told Obi-Wan about your feelings for him and the 1 time it slipped out

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“Master— it’s just- a scratch-“ Obi-Wan tried to vaguely reassure you both. “Nothing- to worry about—-“ He adds but his eyes are starting to close.

“Obi-Wan no!”

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Pairing: obi-wan kenobi x f!reader

Wordcount: 4,1k

Chapter summary: You're on a mission with your master Plo Koon, Qui Gon Jinn and your fellow padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi who your feelings for are increasing with each mission. But during this one, things go badly. He gets hurt. Badly. Can you do something to prevent him from dying? Or would it cost too much?

Tags: hurt/comfort, obi gets hurt, reader (recklessly) saves him from death, pre phantom menace, angst, you’re both padawans, masters realize you might have feelings for him, forbidden love

Notes: this was so hard but fun to write because i could include both qui gon and plo and they’re some of my fav jedi, it’s not perfect but oh well, i had a plan for it but it went in a completely other direction somehow anyways, enjoy

“Quick, seal the door!” Qui Gon called and you did as he instructed, sealing the door behind you with a slash of your lightsaber.

“Master he’s not here, he isn’t in any of these cells-“ Obi-Wan told him. When you turned around you see him pressing buttons on the control panel. The camera’s flashing through multiple prison cells.

“No, he has to be there!” You say determined and need to see it for yourself so you push past both men and look at the screen. Pressing buttons, desperately trying to find him. He wasn’t there.

“Dank farrik—“ You curse hitting the panel with your fist.

You were on the planet Raxus, protecting civilians from bounty hunters. But it quickly got out of hand the moment you and Obi-Wan decided it would be a good idea to follow them and try to negotiate. It appeared they weren’t interested in negotiations. Not civil ones anyway. Qui Gon and your master Plo had both realized where you’ve both gone fairly quickly. And proceeded to track down your location.

Meanwhile you and Obi-Wan had both overheard some of the bounty hunters about the long missing chief of the village. Which the civilians had known to be lost for 5 years, you recently found out.

“We’ll have to sort this out later, there’s droids incoming—“ Qui Gon warns you both and hear him ignite his saber. And within seconds you hear the familiar hum of your own saber and Obi-Wan’s before the door opens. And once again the room was filled by blasterbolts. Droids continued to enter shooting left and right.

“How did these bounty hunters even manage to get their hands on battle droids?” Obi-Wan questioned out loud as his saber pierced through a droid.

“I mean you could always ask them, the trade federation might just awnser—“ You tease, slashing your saber again .

“Well i don’t think they’d be very cooperative, do you?” He retorted matching your sarcasm as he beheaded another droid.

“Stop bickering you two—“ Qui Gon Jinn said while gutting the last droid. “Now tell me, where is the chief located?”

“Well they never actually told us, master.” You reply retracting your lightsaber and clipping it to your belt, looking at the camera’s again.

“We overheard them saying he’d be in sector 7. We presumed they were talking about the prisoner cells here, but that must’ve been code.” Obi-Wan thought to himself.

“It appears you’re right.” Qui Gon replied.

“Where’s master Plo?” You ask the older Jedi.

“He’s waiting outside. Now come on, let’s see if we can find him.“ Qui Gon tells you and Obi-Wan as you’re already heading out the door. But before leaving he stops you both. “— but let’s use our minds before going into this head first.” He warns you. ‘’Again.”

“Sorry master.” Obi-Wan says. And you look back at him, eyes meeting his.

“We will.” You add after a moment and then Qui Gon nods as the three of you walk out the building.

You had to get back to the ship. That’s the only plan you had as you watched the village go up in flames. How could this have happened? How hadn’t you forseen something as terrible as this? There’s too much going on around you to focus on these thoughts as you deflect blasterbolts firing at you from practicaly every direction. With a furrowed brow you’re trying to stay focused while more battle droids keep coming in.

“Why are they still coming?” You yell not understanding just how many droids they’ve managed to get on their hands without the trade federation or the senate knowing. As far as the Jedi knew.

“Getting tired already?” Obi-Wan teased from a few feet away. Despite the sweat forming between his brow and his endeavors with you earlier, he still had precise movements. If you weren’t being shot at right now you would’ve silently admired his strength. But you quickly forget the thought when a blasterbolt nearly grazes your cheek and brings you back to the present.

“Quick! Get to the ship!” Master Plo called as he managed to get rid of two droids. He was closer to the ship then you were. But he was still only halfway there.

“Easier said then done master!” You called back because there were even more droids incoming from left and right- you were being crammed. If you turned away now, you’d surely get hit. There’s too much blasterfire.

Slowly you, Obi-Wan and Qui Gon retreated back to the ship. But it was terribly slow. And your focus was starting to wear thin, your movements getting less precise, sloppy. You were sweating, blocking less blasterbolts than you needed to to save your energy. Trying to focus on reciprocrating the bolts to get rid of the droids instead of wasting the shots. And you managed to. Until one grazed your left-upper arm. And you wince. “Kriff—“

Obi-Wan called out your name as soon as he heard you. “Are you alright?”

“Yes— I’m fine-“ you reply from a few feet away and continue to block the incoming fire. It hurt terribly. A burning heat was flaring on your left bicep. You were just lucky it wasn’t your right, and you weren’t ready to lose that now.

“We’re almost there!” Qui Gon called from your right. He looked tired too, you realized in a quick glance. This wasn’t going well.

But then you felt a disruption in the Force. A warning. You prepared yourself as anticipation and adrenaline filled you before you could register what was about to happen. You focused on the droids infront of you— worried that there might be another wave of them, or worse, what if those bounty hunters came back? But then you heard a cry out in pain to your left. Your left. Obi-Wan. And your body fills with panic as you see him.

“Obi-Wan!” You yell when you see him crumble to the ground a few feet away from you. And without thinking you rush over to him, barely avoiding two— no three blasterbolts, as you stand infront of him. Jumping over the debris of the city. And you block the shots firing at you when you’re standing infront of obi. Quickly the distance between you two diminishes.

Qui Gon called your name when he saw you recklessly change plans. Because of Obi-Wan. He tried to get closer. He needed to get you both out of here as soon as possible. The droids were closing in on you. And you were losing.

“Obi-Wan talk to me—“ You say your voice worried and insistant. Because if you looked at him right now you’d surely be too distracted to not get hit.

You hear another wince from behind you on the ground. Which only created a pit of worry in your stumach and you risk a glance at him. He was clutching his side.

“I’m fine— it’s fine nothing- to worry about—“ he said with heavy breath which you practically didn’t hear because you were still in the heat of battle. You did catch his last words. Which told you enough about his state, he was anything but fine.

You risk another glance at him but then see his side, he was bleeding. He’d been shot. And you saw too much blood for your liking in that one glimpse. “Qui Gon!” You call for his master, worry filling your voice because you couldn’t do anything to help him while you were still being fired at. But within a few moments that seemingly stretched out for eternity, Qui Gon was at Obi-Wan’s side.

“Master he’s bleeding— really badly—“ You start to panic and Qui Gon can tell.

“I need you to cover for me while i carry him to the ship. We have to hurry.” He says as he tries to carefully lift Obi up in his arms and he winces in pain. Your heart breaks at the sound.

“Yes master. I’m ready.” You respond more confident than you felt right now.

“Now, run!” He gave the signal. But you barely manage to block the firing at you and another bolt grazes your shoulder and you wince.

If you didn’t hold yourself up now, both Qui Gon and Obi-Wan would get shot. And die. You couldn’t let that happen. But the increasing burning sensation in your right shoulder made lifting anything feel like fire was bursting through your veins. And it hurt. It hurt so much. Like the brightest flaming red was the color of your insides and you almost felt yourself getting lightheaded. We’re you going to faint? No. You weren’t. You couldn’t let them die. Not like this. Not them.

“Master—“ You plead your steps slowing down without you wanting to, and Qui Gon seemed to realize just how worn out you were. This was it. He had pushed you both too far. He turned around and stayed behind you as you kept blocking the blasterfire coming your way. Keeping Obi-Wan secure in his arms, head against his shoulder, and his eyes were closed already. He really should’ve been better. For the both of you.

That’s when suddenly droid after droid gets blown to pieces as laserbolts fill the sky and you hear the familiar hum of your ships engines. Matser Plo. He made it to the ship early. And relief fills your body and you send a wave of gratitude through the Force. You knew you were too weak to reach him but it’d be a silent prayer anyway. Because you could really use a miracle right now.

“Come on, hurry!” Qui Gon said as you kept running away, the droids distracted by the new threat You were able to escape. Barely. But Plo managed to get you out there just in time as he flies to the atmosphere.

You still heard blasterfire in the distance as Qui Gon eventually stopped and carefully placed Obi down. He’s still breathing heavily and and whinces uncomfortably.

“Obi-Wan I need you to move your arm.” Qui Gon said because Obi was still clutching his side. As soon as you saw his pained expression you kneel down next to him and reach for his face. Cupping his cheeks in your hands. This couldn’t be it. You wouldn’t let it come that far. His eyes were glazed and he seemed too distant for your liking when you looked into those blue eyes. Which almost seemed to lose more color by the minute.

“Obi come on— i know it hurts- but you have to..” You gently but worriedly encourage him. His eyes flicker up to meet yours and he weakly calls your name.

Qui Gon then removed his arm to reveal the blood covering his chest. Obi grunts in pain and you try to sooth him removing his hair from his face and caressing his cheeks. But he was bleeding. A lot.

“Master— it’s just- a scratch-“ Obi-Wan tried to vaguely reassure you both. “Nothing- to worry about—-“ He adds but his eyes are starting to close.

“Obi-Wan no!” You say, still holding his face and trying to get him to look at you. Panic is coursing through your veins. He was losing conciousness. He wasn’t going to die, you knew that. It was Obi-Wan he’s seen way worse than this. This couldn’t be how he died. You felt worry take over your entire being. Thoughts going haywire as you hold his face. And then you’re on autopilot. You weren’t thinking. You were following your instincts now. The only thought you had was, heal. You needed to heal him. Right now. Even if you didn’t know how- or weren’t able to- and didn’t have the supplies- or abilities— you simply had to. Obi-Wan was losing conciousness. Because he was covered in blood. He was suffering. Obi-Wan was suffering. And you physically couldn’t stand it. So you reach for his tunic to reveal his wound.

Qui Gon noticed you were on autopilot. He couldn’t blame you, it’s not like he wasn’t himself moments earlier when you both ran away from those droids. But there was another kind of determination in you as he saw you cradle Obi-Wan. You were determined in a dangerous way. No, a selfless one. He had seen you grow up being gentle and often timid. But once either master Plo, himself or Obi-Wan were in danger, your whole demeanor changed. You were protective. Not in a selfish way, but a selfless one. You’d do anything to keep them safe. To keep them alive. In the earlier years of you being a padawan this change in you during missions surprised many. And over the years both master Plo and Qui Gon himself started to see more of this determined side of you. Because you were often facing dangers on missions. But one of you getting as severely hurt as Obi-Wan rarely happened. He looked at you now as you got rid of his tunic. You were a healer. Or taking classes, at least. But you weren’t proficient. You were a student. It took great effort, training and discipline to have the ability to heal another’s wounds. Especially ones this deep. But he knew you were talented though, being one of the youngest in class. But your determination might have been stronger than your skills in this moment. Qui Gon knew your healing capability wouldn’t be enough to save him. Not right now.

“He needs medic supplies.” Qui Gon says seeing the way your hands tremble as you reach for Obi’s bleeding chest. And Qui Gon reaches for his comm to send your coordinates to master Plo.

“We don’t have that right now—“ you say, your voice betraying your increasing concern. And you place your hands carefully on his chest, next to the wound bleeding a sickly, gushing red. “Obi hang in there please-“ you whisper a silent prayer and close your eyes. Reaching out to the Force and call on the light you feel starting to spread in your fingertips. Creating that familiar tingling feeling.

“Padawan—“ Qui Gon tries to warn you, seeing your body shaking from adrenaline and exhaustion, and your shoulder still bleeding. But you knew your wounds weren’t as bad as Obi’s.

“Quiet.” You tell him. And stubbornly keep going. Or as you liked to call it, selflessly.

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After a few moments you hear the ship’s engines as it lands a few feet next to you.

“I need you to help me lift him up carefully-“ Qui Gon tells you and you help him, probably being more careful than you had to be.

Noticing obi’s expression turn pained you feel your stumach twist. And run off to get the medical supplies.

“Padawan, what happened—“ master Plo starts off but when he sees Qui Gon carrying Obi, who’s chest is covered in blood it sinks in. But you had always pushed past your master to get in the ship.

You were on auto pilot. Hands trembling and trying to keep a clear head. You were a Jedi. You were good at saving people. Especially vulnerable ones. It’s what you did. But why did it feel like you were losing grip on it? You were losing control- normally you’re able to help people- stay focused and keep a somewhat clear head as you went out your way to save people. But now? Now you were fueled by adrenaline and worry. Because you couldn’t lose your best friend. Not when he meant so much more.

Rummaging through the ship’s storage bins to get something— anything that might help you start to panic. None of this was gonna work if we didn’t have the supplies— if we didn’t that meant he would still be in pain- hurting- bleeding out— no. You wouldn’t let it come that far. Somehow. You rush back to Obi’s cot with some spare bacta packs. Qui Gon had already cut open his tunic. You rip open the bacta packs but Qui Gon stops you. Quickly stopping your wrist.

“Padawan. It’s too deep to heal from just those.”

“I don’t care—“ You hear yourself saying as you continue.

“Padawan-“

“I’ll do it myself! I’ll heal him!” You say desperate but determined. You had never treaten someone this badly before. You felt awfully unsure about everything right now. And you hated it. Panic started to spiral through your core. How were you gonna do that?

Your hands moved on their own, trying to position them just next to the wound without making Obi-Wan visibly squirm in pain. You’ve never had to heal someone with wounds as bad as this. Let alone someone so close to you. Someone as important as him. Not that you were allowed to think that way, you were a jedi after all. No attachments. And yet, seeing Obi in pain like this made your whole body betray you. You feel as if getting an adrenaline rush from being in the most dangerous situation you’ve ever been. And Qui Gon knows. Yet doesn’t say anything. And doesn’t stop you.

You place your hands on Obi-Wan’s chest, around the wounds and close your eyes. “Come on Obi..” you mutter nervously. Because he can’t die. Not like this. Not today. So you focus on the Force flowing around you, feeling Obi-Wan’s life Force weaken by the moment. Panick starts to rise on your chest again. But then you focus on you. The Force flowing through your body, your veins, your entire being. And you focus on your hands. Feeling a lighter and tingly feeling spread in them. And you let it flow to him. Into his chest. You felt the throbbinh pain in his chest affecting his entire body. Oh no. That’s bad. Really bad. You focus on sending the Force to his most crucial areas. But you even felt your own chest starting hurt. He wasn’t going to make it. Not like this. You needed a miracle. No. You didn’t. You just needed willpower. And determination. Because you weren’t gonna let Obi-Wan die. Your brow started to sweat as you send all your energy through him. Not that you noticed, you were too focused on saving him. Your best friend. Though that term seemed to feel more odd than usual right now. You were in a trance trying to save Obi-Wan. So you send everything through him. All of your energy. Even if it wasn’t enough. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t try.

Qui Gon was still sitting next to you. He tried to call your name. Because he saw your trembling hands, furrowed brow, and focused demeanor despite being exhausted. But he also saw the color in your cheeks fade away. You were draining yourself. To a dangerous extent. Qui Gon placed a hand on your arm. But you weren’t noticing any of his attempts to get your attention. Obi-Wan was all that mattered right now. But you felt his force presence slipping away. And Qui Gon could tell Obi’s breathing had slowed down. Too much. And after a few moments he couldn’t tell if he was breathing anymore…

But your breathing started to get heavier, you started to feel lighter, seeing flashes behind your eyelids. You had to save Obi. So you send all of your Life Force to him. All of it. And before you knew it, you didn’t feel your hands trembling anymore. You didn’t hear your own thoughts anymore. And your head hurt. Feeling dizzy. Then there was simply nothing.

Qui Gon was too late to catch you when your head hit the ground as you fell over. You looked pale. Sickly. Drained. Qui Gon placed a hand on your forehead, worried. He tried to call your name, to wake you up. Was this it? Had you finally crossed your limit? When he focused on your force presence he felt nothing. Nothing. His heart sank in his chest. How could he have let this happen? He was supposed to protect Obi-Wan. And you. You were both just padawans. Now he lost both of you. Because of your own selflessness. He rummaged through the medical supplies spread around the floor. Until he heard a whimper. Obi-Wan. His eyes were still closed but he was breathing. Obi-Wan was breathing. When he looked at the wound, it still looked awful. As if nothing happened. But as Qui Gon looked at the deep gash he saw that it wasn’t gushing red anymore. It darkened. It partially healed. The worst part of the wound had closed, you had done it. You saved Obi-Wan. Qui Gon quickly tried to help Obi-Wan with the little supplies left.

Master Plo eventually entered the cabin and his expression fell. He had felt your Force presence starting to weaken when he was still in the cockpit. But when he saw you laying on the floor, motionless, next to an unconscious Obi-Wan who was still covered in blood his entire galaxy shifted for a moment. He had failed. As a master. He kneeled down beside you. You had always been stubborn, pushing yourself to no extent when it came to protecting the ones close to you. Or not. You had always tried to save everyone. No matter the cost of your own well being. And ofcours, when it came to Obi-Wan that willingness tenfolded somehow. Your friendship with him had always been a blessing. Or a curse when it came to you focussing on your jedi teachings. But to see the both of you laying unconscious on the floor deeply wounded your jedi master. And he prayed you would arrive on Lianna as quickly as possible to get enough medical supplies.

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When Obi-Wan woke, everything hurt. He felt incredibly sore. But made the mistake of shifting in bed when he opened his eyes. Because a pain shot through his chest. What happened? He looked around the room he was in. Not recognizing it. Then it started to get back to him slowly. They were on the battlefield. Wait they were fighting— he quickly tried to look around the room and lean on his elbows to get up but it hurt. But it didn’t matter he needed to know—

“Easy Obi-Wan- lay back down.” Qui Gon’s voice. And a moment later he appeared next to Obi-Wan. Until he realized Qui Gon had been sitting in one of the chairs behind him.

“Master what-“ Obi started with a strained voice but cut himself off when he saw another bed in the room. With you in it. And his eyes widened.

Qui Gon helped him get back in bed carefully. “We made it out. Thanks to you. We’re on the planet Lianna because we were in need of medical supplies. You got shot. It was messy.” Obi-Wan tried to focus on Qui Gon’s words. But all he could do was stare at you. What had happened? He remembered you being fine. You were the one who protected him and got him out-

“Is she alright?” Obi-Wan blurted out worried. And Qui Gon sighed as he sat on the edge of his bed.

“She will be.” He spoke after a moment. And Obi-Wan felt his heart drop.

“What happened? She was okay when-“ Obi asked not caring how his chest hurt every time he used his voice.

“She was. Until you were bleeding out. She healed you. Even though i told her to stop because it was draining her life force. You’re alive because of her.”

“She—-“ Obi-Wan started but didn’t know how to continue. You had saved him? He got hurt so badly you had to save him? How had he been that careless? Because now you were hurt. You were unconcious because of him. Because of his recklessness and inability to stay focused. He felt guilt rising in his chest.

Qui Gon could sense Obi-Wan’s anxiety rising and placed a comforting hand on his arm.

“She’ll be alright Obi-Wan. She just needs rest. As do you.”

“Has she- woken up yet?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but ask. But he saw Qui Gon shake his head. And an uneasy feeling washed over Obi-Wan.

He didn’t argue when Qui Gon helped him back down in bed. He was too tired to do so anyway. But his gaze was still on you.

“Rest Obi-Wan.” Qui Gon told him again, and left the room. But Obi-Wan stayed awake as he looked at you with a feeling of guilt, worry and something he can’t allow himself to feel. Especially not with you.

He only closed his eyes when his body demanded sleep. But he still dreamed of her. He always does.

And only a few feet away she still lay unconcious in that same room. But even though she seemed to be unreachable, in more ways than one, she was dreaming too. Dreaming of him. She supposed she always would.

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt and ciri are like the parent-child version of “would you still love me if i was a worm” test for relationships like “would you still love me if i was Evil incarnate and was a damaged child sick with a thirst for revenge and you would regret teaching me how to kill”

[nightshadelamentandtwilighttears]

Hi! Hey-hey there!

I still love you.

But you know, it wasn't enough.

We could've been one of those amazing love stories, but I couldn't move from where I am, and neither could you.

I still love you, but not in a way that makes you a significant other.

I love you the way an old person remembers their childhood.

With fondness and affection.

With nostalgia and melancholy.

Something that mattered a lot.

So I hope wherever you are, you will flourish and be happy and not so lonely as we were when we had each other.

[kikikoifish]

Circus Breach AU Bonnie Design!

YIIPPPEEEEEEE

Chat I finally did it!!! This took way to long, because I really wanted to perfect his design, but here is the final product! My Circus Breach AU Bonnie Design, in all it's glory.

Some things you will notice looking at this design:

Yes, the sleeves are removable! They are a sort of dark mesh type fabric, but are intentionally able to be taken off. However, I will note they are also meant to me wearable during performances and won't get in the way while Bonnie is doing anything. He would only remove them if he wanted to :)

He's 5'6" not counting his ears, but 6'6" including them (I tend to not include them because he's very emotive with his ears, meaning they are not fully extendes very often)

The stars on his hip-piece do go all the way around! I didn't show that very well! :3

He also does have a little baby bunny tail!

His feet are much smaller than typical Security Breach designs, this is mainly to make performing/movement easier and more streamlined, so Roxy will have the same smaller feet

Not much else I can think if that's important/relevent! But of course if you guys have any questions hit me up! I'm more than open to answering questions, and it would also be fun to have ✨️interaction✨️ :D

So you can either comment on this or drop an ask, I don't mind so however you prefer :)

Hope you guys have a good day!! And I'll see yall on the flipside!

(☆BEFORE I FORGETTT if you guys want to make art or anything, use the tag #circus breach or #circus breach au so I can see what you guys make and enjoy it and feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside :)))☆)

[sotogalmo]

12am

Heyyyyyyyyyy it's meee .back with chimera tangggg. More chimera tang sloppp for the ones that like my drawings and ideas .get your slop right here

(1: ouhh boy, he got the zoomies !!!!!chimera tang getting SMACKED with the cat instincts to like.pounce and play and hunt, but no sire!!!you can't doo thattt!!!you're the size of like. One of the tallest buildings....!!!!! you're gonna CRUSH Pigsy's Noodles to ASHES!!!! / 2: (chimera river) bro nesting and then getting out the instinct-haze and being so confused about it. Nest has wood under it for structure, lots of fluff tho to keep him safe- he even goes a bit farther away from his family but that's tiger instincts / 3: is just part of a page where I was writing stuff trying to make things make sense in my head + more of a slight reveal of how I would draw tang with more details and whatnot. to me he has upturn eyes that are slightly vaguely bug like .. / 5: I TOLDSS YALL I WOULD DO IT !!!!chimera tang half of changpao rip 🫡/ 6: some clothes because why not / 7: he's gonna explain shit to you autism way)

More thoughts undercut because .it be like that

Anyways I've been thinking of how chimera tang would happen in like. S5. Or just with MK in general actually. Because I can see their similarities and just. Oughhh they interest me a lot

Tang: some human -> to a fuckass Chimera who is Somehow Connected To The Great Tang Monk + MK: just a delivery boy -> Harbinger Of Chaos / both are dangerous (and they both showed it tbh), etc etc

There's gotta be smth they can work with together. But with Chimera Tang being earlier, .oughhrgrhrhhrhrgrggrgggr I dunno. But I think they should bond. At least hang out more. Since they now have at least much more in common

And withh . chimera river au: I still don't know when the kiddos would be born around (S4 special or towards the end of s5?). I also don't know if it'll take the common many years (what's the general years ...?) of demons (generally tang is considered to be one with all of the chimera stuffs) or be at least slightly closer to the 9 months (plus now with a divine spirit- so who knows honestly). — though, since they were like. Conceived when tang drank the remaining river, and how fast it went when both Bajie and Sanzang drank it (I think), I think like. The river makes the pregnancy go faster in some way. So who really knows

While I was thinking of that, I also decided to add more to the kids too—

First born Bao (taken from the mother child river au, but with added swag cuz of chimera tang) / second born Jian (acts like Knuckles The Echidna <- which I may or may not have taken to a bit of an extreme and then kinda made him a bit ..red. like the duroc/red wattle hogs but hey what the hell!sure! kinda reasoned with it with just- the red stone, and my idea of the main group being the core of the new pillars while everyone else on Earth are the outer parts of it. Tang red stone core real to me <- kinda made a whole post about the color stones and with a lot more beings, being the new pillars of Heaven and Not Just the main cast being the only ones. It interests me) / third born Yun (Silver The Hedgehog, fluffiest one of the bunch. Honestly he seems like he'll really like to hang out with Sandy) / youngest Xiaoxing (Tails The Fox (taking an interest in making machines and all) and Oliver Grayson ....be cause ....yeahhh getting into Invincible peopleee)

Though the more I think of when they'll be born I think it'll fit more around the end of s5 because that's a lot more stress and I think it takes a lot more stress to induce premature labor with demons/divines/etc. (they live longer, etc etc).

Smth smth it's the probably actual end of the world (sky cracking and finding the stones) and then your honorary son fucking JUMPS into the pillar and so now you gotta wonder if this is really the actual end but then suddenly YOU GIVE BIRTH.(I try to be funny)

Tho I still don't know .about the time and gap between the seasons and such. falls down, so who really knows at all

Anyways. Before S4/5 and when tang was still under LBD's control, ..I just kinda think. That when he would wake up after being transformed- Mayor would be around to just do check ups and all of that. (1: macaque does NOT want to deal with this shit , 2: explore the mayor's character because sure why the hell not , 3: it's interesting. 4: they're funny to meee, the funny beast4beast)

-also, back to it with tagging the ones who first made chimera tang au because I still gotta give credit to them for making me do the zoomies: @quitealotofsodapop & @oceanqueenmusical

[wearesociety]

read here | the vampire diaries universe | bonnie/klaus | e | 12k words

His rich scent—spice rum and oak maybe? Surround her, as he places two fingers underneath her chin and raises her head to meet his gaze. Piercing ink-blue eyes stare into hers.

A warmth spreads on her skin.

He licks his lips. Senusal, it pulls at her gut. “It’s a maze until someone reaches out, then you're found.”

or

Bonnie finds herself entangled with a man, she knows she won’t survive.

[nekittie]

once again obsessed with the “buck and stiles are cousins” concept because my brain truly hates me.

[randomositycat]

Men who lie <333

[sergeantpixie]

Title: St. Augustine

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries

Character(s): Elena Gilbert

Summary: When it comes to being looked at, Elena could choose to be an object, or she could choose to have some semblance of control in an unavoidable situation. She could ignore them or encourage them; she had no power to stop them. Elena does what she can live with.

Or: How does a girl like Elena Gilbert become a girl like Elena Gilbert? A (mostly) pre-canon character study

Warnings: underage, creepy adults, sexualization of a minor, this is *girlhood* but instead of cutesie aesthetics it's only the stuff you were too ashamed to tell anyone, dead dove: do not eat, literally all of this is canon typical, abortion, except that, bc not even caroline's parasite babies called for an abortion according to jp, your parents fuck you up even when they're trying to protect you, elena literally marries a man more than a century older than her in canon none of this should shock you - but it still will, i survived a codependent homoerotic teenage girl friendship but also we were abused/harassed by the same adult man, student/teacher relationship, but not like in the sexy way, nah the traumatic one (for once), many authority figures trying to take advantage of one very confused child, three guesses who, like maybe being a petrova is actually a nightmare? read to find out, me asking the question: what would it look like if we took the petrova allure completely seriously and then threw one of them into the real world - as a teenage girl, how much trauma can one girl take before she stops fighting and becomes someone she doesn't recognize in order to survive? because seriously season 1 elena was ready to throw down with damon over caroline so how did we get to marriage and babies???? a canon typical amount of mean girl behavior, slurs abound, horror

Read: AO3

Tagged: @randomestfandoms

[mcgrillzdumpinc]

so I'm writing a multi chap JinMao fic right now and I want to share this preview~

She holds up a berry for Jinshi, who stares at her for a few seconds too long. Just as Maomao realizes that she has offered to feed him, his teeth delicately take the red fruit, soon followed by soft lips that close around Maomao’s fingertips. Maomao is frozen, all her attention drawn to the glistening bits of saliva on her, while Jinshi just opens his mouth in anticipation for more.

“I’m not feeding you,” she protests.

“You are,” Jinshi quickly rebuffs. She swears, he only remembers his position when he can use it to make her do annoying things. He parts his jaws again, waiting.

Maomao complies by shoving a fistful of berries into his mouth.

Jinshi chokes. “What was that for?” Despite the mess, he laughs and begins picking up the berries that fell on him.

Maomao gets up on the bed and returns to where she was laying, back to Jinshi’s working left side. She offers the bowl and he happily keeps eating with his left hand.

She realizes then that this is the first time she’s spoken with Jinshi in awhile. They didn’t speak at the feast. Before then, they hadn’t seen each other for over a week. A pang of something like loneliness afflicts her chest.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, her voice much quieter than intended.

“The pain is receding,” Jinshi reports. He takes a goji berry and holds it up to Maomao’s mouth. “And you?”

She takes the berry with her teeth alone. “You don’t need to worry after me. You’re the patient.”

“Right…” The reminder seems to deflate Jinshi. He settles against the mountain of pillows. Even laid up as he is, he is lovely to look at. “All that really happened.” Jinshi grimaces. Maomao can’t begin to imagine what he had to endure, how much pain he was flooded with, what terrors will surely haunt him from now on. “I must have put you through a lot. I’m sorry.” It seems, though, that his mind remains preoccupied with her, even now.

“I told you not to worry after me.” Maomao takes a few berries for herself. She hears him chuckle softly.

Together, they finish the bowl. For once, Maomao wants to talk more, yet nothing comes to her mind. Jinshi, meanwhile, appears more tired with each bite. By the time there’s only a handful of dried berries left, he’s nearly asleep again. Maomao takes the last bites and goes to leave the bowl with the other fruits. She blows out the candles and considers her next step.

She should sleep on the chair or the floor, now. But she doubts she would have heard him earlier, had she been so far away. No, beside him is best. Maomao slips under the blanket, nice and warm beneath its protective cover.

“Staying?” Jinshi mumbles.

“I’m staying,” Maomao whispers.

“Forever?” he asks like it’s a joke.

“Until you’re better,” she answers cooly.

[iknowshocker]

aaand we're back with chap 22 of Hits Different!

The knife in his hand is too slick to hold, the blade so coated in red that it’s making a puddle on the floor at his feet.

Kai drops it without thinking, the dull clatter as it hits the hardwood floor doing nothing to break through the haze of bloodlust that’s settled over him like a thick blanket. It smothers out his need to feel, narrowing his senses down to the sight of the body on the second floor landing.

He runs his gaze over Jo slowly, trying to remember what he’s supposed to be thinking about seeing her like this. She looks so fragile, breakable and small, sprawled out on her back. Her breath is this ragged, awful thing, wet and thick and rattling in her throat like she’s drowning.

Considering the hunting knife still buried to the hilt in her gut, she might be. 

[hanzajesthanza]

geralt and per procura no, PERPRO MOUNTAIN

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