#Ember Data

[actuallyrandompersondaily]

"What, tell myself that it's fine he settled for someone like me? That he's not going to get bored of dating poor unstable Will Graham and move onto someone that moves in the same circles as him?"

Doctor Leblanc raised a pointed eyebrow at that, pinning him slightly with her stare.

"I've only met Hannibal a handful of times, but he does not strike me as the sort of man that settles for anything, Will. Nor the type of man that buys a tailored suit for a friend on a whim. You have your empathy. Use it, trust in it. Read Hannibal's actual intentions towards you, instead of just assuming the worst due to your past experiences."

[crows-of-buckets]

I think I hauve cobid....

The fucking!!!! Ship metaphor!!! From the beginning of the god damn game where he went "I would simply be the wind" when you asked him about it and now he's being described as the ship, not about to crash onto the rocks, but instead free... I'm gonna be ILL

[fatetons]

boss was here / tag dump

[crimsonstateofmind]

kinda funny that my new user is crimsonstateofmind and there is not an ounce of red in my account

[hope-for-the-planet]

World surpasses 40% clean power as renewables see record rise

This is from the Global Electricity Review 2025 by Ember. Although this isn't something you are going to see in newspaper headlines, the progress we made with renewables in 2024 is a pretty big deal and if you're someone who likes a lot of data and graphs it's really worth reading.

I'm going to leave this video here because Hank Green does a better job of covering it than I am going to.

"This to me feels like news. It feels like a big deal. It feels like things are changing, like we are hitting a moment with electricity generation that really does matter. And over the next five years we will hit the point where we are generating less and less energy with fossil fuels every year. That's great. And that's not news. I didn't see anyone covering this [...]. It's not news because it's not bad and it's also not news because it's not like 'we did it, we hit the moment!'."

I think this quote from Hank's video does a good job of encapsulating how the slow, gradual progress that is happening often doesn't make it into the news--because it's not a dramatic emergency or a "we did it, we fully solved climate change!" kind of moment that makes for good headlines.

But that then gives people the idea that we're hardly making any progress on addressing climate change, which is not true at all. The fact that we need to continue to double-down on this progress to do it more and faster does not negate that so much progress has already been made.

[wispitty]

(short reacts) | "he catches you passed out on your desk" + one piece men

summary: they find you passed out at your desk late at night after overworking yourself.

characters: crocodile, mihawk, marco, ace, shanks, law, corazon

CROCODILE

He walks in, ready to scold you for still being awake at this hour.

But he finds you there. Slumped. Breathing soft. Surrounded by scribbled notes and cold tea.

He stares. His jaw tenses.

He takes a slow breath, walks over, and gently brushes your hair out of your face.

“Idiot.”

But it’s whispered like a prayer.

He takes off his coat, lays it over your shoulders, and sits beside you until you stir.

And if anyone tries to disturb you?

They don’t live to try again.

MIHAWK

You’ve passed out mid-formula. One hand still gripping a pencil. Eyes closed.

He walks in. Frowns.

But instead of waking you, he carefully closes your notebook, slides it aside, and picks up your glasses.

He sets everything perfectly in order.

Then?

He pulls up a chair and sits across from you—watching. Protecting. Waiting.

And when you stir, he simply says:

“Sleep a little longer.”

Like it’s a request. But you both know it’s an order.

MARCO

He finds you half-curled on your work bench, soft snores escaping. Your notes are chaotic. You clearly haven’t eaten.

He smiles.

Soft. Adoring. A little sad.

He picks you up without waking you, sets you on the couch, and drapes a blanket over you.

Leaves a little post-it on your desk:

“You burn bright, but don’t burn out. Rest well, Princess. – Marco”

You wake up wrapped in warmth, with a fresh plate of food and a glass of cold water next to you. Smelling faintly of embers and him.

ACE

He comes in to ask you something dumb.

Sees you passed out and instantly panics.

“Aw shit, did she DIE?!”

Runs over. Checks your pulse.

Realizes you’re just sleeping.

Sighs in loud relief.

He squats next to you, stares at you for a bit and whispers:

“...Y’know, you’re really cute when you’re not yelling at me.”

Takes off his hat and uses it to cover your eyes.

Leaves a cookie by your head. And a messy doodle of the two of you riding a Neptunian on your notes.

SHANKS

He pokes his head in looking for something. Sees you slumped over a blueprint.

Freezes.

Then slowly walks in, eyes gentling. He smiles.

“Working yourself to death, huh?”

He scoops you up bridal-style and carries you to the bed in his quarters.

Pulls a blanket over you. Kisses your forehead.

Then sits nearby with a drink and keeps watch like you're the most valuable treasure on the ship.

LAW

He was coming to tell you to rest.

Then he finds you face-down in a pile of crumpled notes.

He freezes.

Walks over. Slowly. Heart hammering.

Brushes your bangs back. Checks your pulse. Checks it twice.

“…*Sigh* You’re not supposed to push yourself like this.”

You murmur his name in your sleep.

His breath hitches.

He covers you with his coat. Stays up reorganizing your notes so you don’t wake up to chaos.

Won’t admit it—but you sleeping soundly with his coat draped over you? It unravels him.

CORAZON

He sees you slumped over your desk, hugging a half-finished assignment like a plushie.

Instantly tearing up.

He tiptoes in like he’s afraid to wake you.

Kisses the top of your head. Carefully removes your shoes. Places a little pillow under your cheek.

Leaves a sweet note:

“You work so hard. I love you. Please rest. P.S. I’m going to make you soup and you can’t stop me.”

He sits on the floor nearby and doodles little hearts on your data sheets until you wake up.

[chericos]

the night air was cold—biting, seeping through the layers of your clothing. if not for the fire burning steadily before you, crackling and spitting embers into the dark, you were sure you’d have long perished to the frigid temperatures. of course, you were just being dramatic, but who could blame you? the chill was relentless, clinging to your skin, creeping its way into your bones despite the flickering warmth just a few feet away. what you would give to be peacefully resting in your bed back at the base. (you’d give anything).

yet, nothing ever seemed to go your way. not when xeno had casually informed you of your impromptu trip to collect data on the group—boat? colony? whatever they were—that had decided to take refuge on your lands.

with a quiet sigh, you tore your gaze away from the dancing flames, their golden glow casting fleeting shadows across the ground, and instead, let your eyes settle on something—or rather, someone—far more captivating.

stanley.

the glow of the fire painted him in hues of amber and burnt orange, accentuating the sharp cut of his jaw, emphasizing the intensity of his amber eyes, the way they seemed to gaze into your very soul. you peer down to his lips, the faintest smirk seemed to permanently linger at their edge. a cigarette burned between his fingers, the glowing ember pulsing each time he took a slow, measured drag. the smoke curled around him like a specter, twisting into the cold air before vanishing into the dark.

there was something almost hypnotic about the way he moved—deliberate, calculated, never a motion wasted. even in something as simple as smoking, there was precision, an ease that came with routine. his golden eyes, always sharp, flicked toward you, catching you in the act of watching him.

the smirk on his face deepened. “see something you like?” he drawled, voice low, almost seductive.

you groan, rolling your eyes, feigning disinterest. you tear your gaze away to look at the vast forest where you both have set up camp, trying to distract yourself. his amusement was palpable, something knowing glinting in his gaze as he took another slow inhale of his cigarette, the ember burning hot against the dark.

with a lazy exhale, he let the smoke slip past his lips in a slow, curling stream. you caught it out of the corner of your eye, doing your best not to make it obvious that you were staring again.

“wanna try something?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

you quirked a brow. “depends.”

“breathe in,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

you hesitated for a second, your eyes locking with his. you wanted to say something, to dignify his question with a response, but your brain was so scattered, your thoughts clouded by the warmth of his touch, that you couldn’t seem to think straight. so with no other choice, you nod wordlessly.

then, without warning, he exhaled—warm, slow, the smoke slipping past his lips and into yours, invading your lungs with the intoxicating mix of nicotine and something unmistakably him. your heart stuttered, the heat of his breath chasing away the biting cold you were feeling just minutes prior as you inhaled, letting the sensation settle deep before slowly releasing it into the space between you.

stanley leaned back just slightly, his amber eyes studying you through half-lidded lashes, smirking. “not bad,” he muttered, bringing the cigarette back to his mouth. the ember flared again as he took another drag, watching you over the rim of his fingers. “think you can handle another?”

you swallowed, trying to steady your racing heartbeat. it was a challenge. a tease.

and damn it, you were tempted to say yes.

but before you could respond, stanley moved in again, his hand still beneath your chin, pulling you closer, just enough that your lips brushed against his—soft and fleeting. the taste of smoke clung to him, the heat of his kiss stealing the air from your lungs. the world around you seemed to vanish for a moment, and you knew that you were completely, irrevocably consumed by him. when he finally pulled back, there was no teasing glint in his eyes—only an intense, searching look.

he didn’t say anything. and neither did you.

the night stretched on in a haze, the fire still flickering, the smoke drifting lazily into the air, and you both left in that unspoken tension, uncertain where the evening would go, but knowing that whatever happened next... neither of you were in a hurry to leave.

fuck my stupid baka life (reference for bae[ @lo1itado11 ], aka the one who got me to write this)

cooked this up QUICK, on nothing but a random "hey, i've never seen a stanley shotgunning fic" and a dream.

is this my formal introduction to the dr stone fandom? i like it here!

@ CHERICOS 2025 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[crystal-to-bloom]

Chapter 3.5

Grayson family x child dragon reader

𝟙, 𝟚, 𝟛, 𝟛.𝟝, 𝟜, 𝟝

Global Defense Agency — Deep Monitoring Sector

Rows of monitors flickered in dim blue light, casting pale reflections on Cecil Stedman’s face. He stood still, arms crossed, staring at the central screen — a live-updating diagram pulsing with energy readings.

— “Run it again,” he said.

A young analyst nervously tapped keys on his console. The graph reloaded, spreading like a heartbeat wave across the map.

— “Same irregularity, sir,” the tech said. “Localized around the Grayson residence. It’s not radioactive or magical. It’s... something else. The signature doesn’t match anything in the GDA database.”

— “But it’s alive,” Cecil muttered.

The tech hesitated. Then nodded.

— “Yes, sir. It’s moving. Breathing, even. Like a pulse. The weird part is, it started right after that energy drop Nolan brought back from his last mission”

Cecil didn’t respond immediately. He lit a cigarette, the ember burning softly in the low light. He didn’t like being wrong — and this time, he had the sinking feeling he was very right.

The screen flickered again. New data.

A spike.

— “There,” he said. “What the hell is that?”

The analyst’s voice was tight: “Temperature in the surrounding atmosphere dropped by nearly six degrees. In the middle of spring. It’s not just energy now — it’s affecting the environment”

Another pulse on the screen. Another chill.

Cecil narrowed his eyes.

— “And Nolan hasn’t said a damn word about it”

He turned away from the monitors, slowly walking toward a back console where a different feed was displayed — this one more secure. Experimental. Monitoring vitrumite-related anomalies within range of Earth.

Normally, it tracked Nolan.

Today, there were two dots. One small. One still unstable.

— “Well, well... Looks like someone brought home a souvenir” he murmured.

He took a slow drag from the cigarette, eyes narrowing as he watched the readings shift again. The smaller signal pulsed in bursts — unpredictable, but growing stronger.

Alive. Evolving.

Cecil exhaled smoke through his nose and muttered to himself:

— “Let’s see what you’re hiding, Grayson”

Underground GDA HQ — a few hours before Nolan returns home

Sleek, dim corridors. A low mechanical hum. Nolan’s cape stirred behind him as he entered the briefing room.

Cecil stood at the far end, arms crossed, flanked by holographic monitors. He gave Nolan a nod, expression unreadable behind that ever-present stubble and the surgical scars.

— “Appreciate you coming by so quickly”

— “You said it was urgent”

— “Mm. Let’s call it... timely” Cecil gestured toward one of the displays. “We picked up a signal. Low energy. Not Viltrumite, but... strange. Organic”

Nolan didn’t flinch, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

— “Where?”

Cecil zoomed the map with two fingers. A blip appeared — subtly placed over the general area of his home.

— “Near here. Kinda odd, right? No major incidents. No registered tech spikes. But definitely... something”

A pause.

Nolan said nothing.

Cecil gave a slow, casual shrug.

— “Could be nothing. Could be some new alien plant taking root in the backyard”

His tone was light, but his eyes were sharp, watching every muscle on Nolan’s face.

— “And you brought this to me because...?”

— “Because I trust your instincts more than most. And hey—since you just got back from that scorched ice-planet graveyard, I figured you’d be interested”

Nolan didn’t respond immediately. His voice, when it came, was neutral.

— “There was nothing there”

Cecil nodded.

— “Right. Empty. Frozen. Dead”

Another pause.

He smiled — small, but precise.

— “Still, funny thing. Radiation on your suit didn't match the known profile of that system. Some low-level bio-signatures we can’t quite match to anything. Guess space has its secrets”

Nolan’s eyes locked with his.

Cecil held his gaze.

Then he turned toward the screen again, tone deceptively casual.

— “Anyway. Just keeping you in the loop”

The message was clear:

"I’m watching. I don’t know yet what you did — but I will."

previous part 》 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[crimsonstateofmind]

“5 things i like about myself” tag game !

rules: when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!) 🌟 < agree op

tagged by: @writingmochi (thank u for the tag <3 !! hehe)

1. my sense of style ! i love the way i dress :D before, i've only ever enclosed myself into one particular style, but recently i've learned to incorporate more into what i wear and it's just so fun dressing up

2. my eagerness to constantly improve myself, i love that im becoming more self-aware of my shortcomings and finding more ways to be a better person everyday

3. my knowledge on doing makeup, i think (ㅠ—ㅠ) like, clearly im not a professional, but i love my passion in girly shit, it makes me feel pretty and it's fun and therapeutic !

4. my wide imagination ! i have a whole other world inside my head for real, and it helps me be creative

5. my love for anything that's related to literature <3 i love books, i love reading words with so much emotion, i love plots, i love stories, i love authors, i love long novels, i love short stories, i love fanfics, you get the idea ^_^

tagging: anyone who wants to join !! im a bit shy & awkward to tag anyone >.< and i also have too many favorite followers to just choose 10 (ㅠ—ㅠ) so please feel free to join !

! "5 things i like about myself" tag game !

rules: when you get this you have to answer with 5 things u like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool!) 🌟 < agree op

tagged by: @itz-yerin yerin~ omg not you pressurizing to me praise myself (lemme actually cry)

my curiosity to learn about something new if it's not pressured by fulfilling uni syllabi though and how i'm training both my hard and soft skills

how i'm willing to take risks to change (eg: cutting my hair into a pixie cut, which is not a "feminine" thing to do) and occasionally not caring what people think of me

my eyes, especially when sunlight hits like i still can't believe it's my eyes lmao

my music taste and how i've been pushing myself to get to know more songs and artists

how i have my own niche and color that just doesn't translate well to ppl cause they like uniformity and i don't like those unless it is reasonable (aka just being anti-mainstream, especially within zoomers) idk man i just don't think i belong in gen z like i'm also tired of being stereotyped that way that it feels repulsive

not me going on in a tangent lmao

tagging: @kookthief @enluv @lovejoshua @rinbowaman @talesofyuan @strawbrinkofdeath @gyuletters @pyeonghongrie-main @thelargefrye @txt-yaomi and any1 who wanna join cause positivity is cool :D

[alexanderlightweight]

absolutely adore the bitter trap of truth 'verse... can i request more of it whenever convenient?

<3 this took a bit but here is more and I hope you enjoy it! this verse is its normal trainwreck of suspicious adoration

<3 lumine

the bitter trap of truth

“Magnus! Magnus!”

Magnus looks up from his book, fear already turning his blood cold.  Alexander has never once sounded like that or called for him so loudly.  

Terrified, frightened, and worst of all, guilty.

It sparks back to life all the embers of fear he’s been slowly stamping out and Magnus portals through two rooms without realizing it before he’s in the laundry room.  

Alexander looks awful.

Magnus has never seen him so horrified, or so afraid and Magnus wonders just what kind of betrayal he’s committed that has him showing his emotions so openly.

“Magnus, I didn’t know.” Is the first thing that Alexander says when he sees him. He reaches out but for the first time, Alec is the one who hesitates and pulls back, Magnus hates it.

He also hates that he does nothing to stop it, just watches Alec carefully and coldly, his heart already shivering as if preparing to shatter.

“I’m sorry.”

Magnus still isn’t sure what Alec’s done but the first realization that it’s something very different than what Magnus assumed is when Alexander opens his mouth to speak and instead sniffles, though he tries to hide it with a cough.

Nothing about Alexander’s character shows that he’d use this kind of emotional manipulation tactic and while Magnus could be wrong about everything still, he’s willing to be slightly wrong about this. It’s possible that whatever Alexander’s done is truly an accident, it would explain why he called for Magnus so frantically.  Perhaps he’s even trying to fix it.  Which Magnus is amiable to, depending on the problem and why Alexander did whatever he did.

“I thought when you said they were waterproof, that meant they could go in the wash machine.” Alexander is speaking slowly, hesitation dripping from his words and he’s fidgeting like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

It’s the most uncomfortable Magnus has ever seen Alexander in Magnus’ own space and home and lair and he hates it.

“What did you think was waterproof?”

A notebook? One of Magnus spellbooks? The correspondence and data from the Labyrinth? None of which are things that Magnus thinks would be in the laundry room unless Alexander was sneaking through them and dropping them into the sink or washing machine by accident.  Unlikely, but currently the most plausible of options.

Magnus pauses as he sees Alexander actually slump, his shoulders folding in on himself and he looks as if he shrinks, his height no different but his presence diminishing.

Alexander looks at Magnus one last time, guilty and so wretched that Magnus wants to pull him into a kiss just to force the look off of his face.  Then he pulls up not one of Magnus’ priceless spellbooks, but a pair of custom and while not priceless, certainly expensive shoes from the sink. He then holds up a second pair, just as guiltily and Magnus understands exactly where the misunderstanding happened.

However he can’t do anything about it, because Alexander — his strong, brave and beautiful shadowhunter husband who is trying to love Magnus despite both their fears — thinks Magnus will be upset about shoes?

In a world of espionage and suicidal spouses, Alexander thinks a few pairs of shoes is worth anything? Especially when Magnus had told him they were waterproof. He’d only meant that in a ‘no Alexander you don’t need to put your jacket on the ground, I can walk through a puddle myself’ kind of way, not a ‘this can go in the wash machine’ kind of way.

Really, Magnus is beginning to be concerned about which books from Magnus’ shelves Alexander is reading that his first instinct is to sacrifice a hunting grade jacket for magically sealed shoes.

Or be cleaning Magnus’ shoes as regularly as he tries. Just last week Alexander attempted to hand-polish some of Magnus’ demon leather boots. Just handling the material would have damaged his skin!

Magnus vaguely recognizes the feeling of the euphoria of his relief peak, the giddiness swelling up as he checks his wards and realizes that yes, his shoes going through the wash is truly what made his Alexander panic so badly.

—

Catarina portals at the first tug of magic, despite it not being frantic or in danger.  It’s too intense for her not to worry and it’s with concern that she pauses at Magnus' laundry room, confused.

First by the scene of Magnus laughing so hysterically he’s crying, magical makeup smeared with the effort of his tears and room is raining as a result. Magnus is only spared being drenched because the rain is turning to steam before it hits his skin. 

And secondly because Alec’s completely drenched and is currently watching Magnus with a level of panic that is keeping him from breathing. Which is probably why Magnus called for her, considering he looks like he’ll burst into flames if he doesn’t get all his laughter out.

“Here, it’s fine. Whatever happened Magnus wouldn’t be laughing like that if he was mad at you.” 

Cat can guess the gist of it. 

Not what’s happened, but what is terrifying Alec. Despite acting as if he belongs in Magnus’ lair, Catarina’s spent enough time watching him to know that he very carefully considers every move he makes in Magnus’ loft.  Not out of fear, but because he desperately wants to do the best he can do.  At first she’d thought that had been to trick Magnus, but now she realizes that whatever it is he wants is far more personal than a Clave mission.

“I broke his shoes.”

It comes out in a whispered whimper. A noise that Catarina would have never guessed could come from a shadowhunter, let alone a Lightwood. There’s such deep regret and agony in his voice and Cat has to close her eyes to push back her amusement. 

“Ah—” he’s panicking still and Catarina thinks she has a better picture, “were you worried about how he’d react?”  Magnus is still laughing and Catarina sees the shoes, very ruined indeed, on the floor.

“Magnus loves his shoes.”

While that is certainly true, none of Magnus shoes hold a single ounce of his emotions the way Alexander Gideon Bane does.

“Yes, but they are replaceable. And I don’t think you did it on purpose.” At Alec’s horrified look she clarifies, “I just meant that he’d only be upset if you’d ruined them on purpose. You clearly didn’t.”

“How do I fix it?”

Catarina blinks and then takes a look at a still laughing Magnus and takes the risk, grabbing Alec’s wrist.  He lets her, lets her pull him too. Acts like he’s as light as a feather, willing to go anywhere she pulls and she bets he is, for Magnus.

Though her trust hasn’t been given, she trusts her own instincts enough to know this much.

“First we’re going to put a salve on your face, otherwise Magnus won’t be able to take you seriously with how red your nose is. Also calm down, you’re acting like you murdered Ragnor, not Magnus’ shoes.” 

Alec’s glower would be more intimidating if it weren’t so mortified and while it’s sweet he cares so much, it’s also not going to help him or Magnus. They’re both too high-strung for this kind of ridiculousness. 

“Why did you even put them in the washer?”

“Because they were dirty? And he said they were waterproof.” Alec looks so confused by the question and traumatized by the fact that his innocent assumption went so wrong. “He got all huffy at me the last time I tried to clean his shoes by hand and used magic instead of letting me do it.”

“Where do you even come up with doing this stuff? I know you didn’t learn it as a nephilim.”

Catarina means it too, because none of this is normal shadowhunter behavior by any means.

“I try to think about what would be helpful and also I’ve been researching.” Alec looks and sounds so smug at the last bit that Catarina bites back another smile at how proud he is of learning things for Magnus. “Warlock courtship gestures, the Rites of Labor and Love. Where you do something for your partner that they could do with magic, because you want to ease their burden. Especially if it’s something important to them and because their is power in intent.”

Catarina tries very hard not to say or do anything that will give her surprise and shock away.  She hums, keeping her breathing calm and even because Alec’s the type to notice those things. “It’s a good book, if you get through the first part.”

It’s a test and it’s clear that Alec misses it, because his eyes light up, the last of his panic finally fading. 

“I really liked the first part, I think it was romantic about how deep of a connection different bonds can form.”

Catarina knows that Alec thinks he’s admitting to courting Magnus, which he is. However it’s clear that even he hasn’t yet learned the secret of the book.

Of consorts.

Cat smirks to herself as she helps Alec navigate Magnus’ wardrobe and politely doesn’t watch as he dresses.  If Alec is this invested in making it work, then she might help give an extra shove rather than just a nudge.

“This is the address of his favorite custom shop at the local night market. They'll open in a few nights. Just going and admiring him as he tries on shoes will make him happy, 

“I can buy them for him.” Alec is actually sulking, arms crossed and chin stubborn as his dark eyes meet her’s. “The Clave gives the married shadowhunters a stipend based on their rank. I might as well use it for something useful. I should, since I broke them.”

“Good luck getting Magnus to let you.” Cat doesn’t quite mean it as a challenge but from the glint in Alec’s eyes, he’s going to take it as one.

Good, Magnus deserves a little trouble sometimes.

But only in good ways, of course.

-

AN:

if either of these two were a little less dramatic they'd be so much further in their relationship, but alas. they're already married so it doesn't count as slowburn okay. I standby by my 'doesnt write slowburns' lol they're both gone on each other already too.

uh this kind of gives Magnus and Cat a glimpse into how invested Alec is in this house husband business he's got going on. before they've only really seen him competent or composed about it. like, it's even more suspicious because he's so composed. then this happens and he's like 'i've ruined everything!' and Magnus and cat are just like: are Shadowhunters supposed to be this dramatic? or did Magnus influence him unknowingly like partners sometimes do.

Alec's actually very upset because he hates being bad at things and also he finally has something good to use his money on. what do you mean he's not going to pay for the shoes, Catarina? of course he is.

Magnus is not ignoring Alec's panic, it's why he got Cat also he was having like, a dissociative euphoric moment of hysterical relief. Alec is a bit in shock because 'he made Magnus so sad it rained? but also he's laughing? I did not ruin things?'

Cat just helps Alec not get lost in the deeper layers of Magnus' closet.

[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: Rowling on Aces

[scottish castle] JK Rowling: [in a darkened room, staring into the dying embers in her fireplace] ssso Rowling: finally it comess to thisss Rowling: julia donaldssson Rowling: it wasss alwaysss going to be julia donaldssson

Rowling: how isss it that her power hass sssurpasssed my own JK Rowling's agent: well joanne don't worry, i'm sure we can come back from this Rowling: perhapss i didn't hate the transs hard enough agent: well uh we can agent: that's one possibility agent: but maybe we should consider other theories

Rowling: what if i branched out into hating OTHER groupsss too agent: well marketing data does indicate that hate is very hot right now agent: its very in agent: which group were you thinking of? Rowling: what about asssexualsss? Rowling: they've had it too good for too long!

Rowling: ooo i hate thesssse assexualssss Rowling: who do they think they are NOT having sssex?? Rowling: they need a whole term for that? Rowling: when i was a kid, we jussst called that being british!

Rowling: if only there wassss sssome kind of corrective action that could be taken againssst asssexuals agent: Rowling: i'm going to give that sssome thought Rowling: i'm sssure i can think of ssomething

agent: are you sure that you want to start beefing with aces? Rowling: i've got a ssslogan already worked out agent: a what agent: you've got a slogan? Rowling: "get this ace outta my face!" agent: agent: oh that's actually kinda catchy agent: dammit joanne you've still got it!

agent: do you think rebranding as the author that hates all sexual minorities is really wise tho? Rowling: why? do you think the acesss might find my casstle on the regissstry of hissstoric placess? agent: no i mean Rowling: do you think i should extend my four foot fence?

[kiaxet]

HOW ABOUT THAT @somerandomdudelmao DISASTER TWIN REUNION, HUH

Went a little feral to the tune of 2.2K words of self-indulgence. What else is new?

~~~~~~~

Donnie can't sleep. More accurately, he won't sleep. Not until he's done. He'd never been one to leave a project unfinished; death and resurrection hadn't changed that.

He taps incessantly, repetitively, on a keyboard and screen, the motions long since past inputting data and now only serving to keep him awake. The repetition is soothing, easy, and - counterintuitively - he finds his head drooping forward into sleep-

And he snaps back upright. No. Not until he can confirm Leo is okay.

Leo is behind him, he knows. Breathing. In bed. Asleep. Very much alive. And-

He jumps and whips around as a thud sounds behind him. "What the-"

Leo is on the floor.

Well, that answers the question as to whether his twin is awake.

For a fraction of a second, part of him wavers uncertainly. He loves his idiot twin. The question he hasn't been able to answer is whether his reaction to Leo waking up will fall on love or idiot twin-

"Leo!"

He can hear the exasperation in his voice, and yep, it's the latter. He takes a knee next to Leo and hauls him into his arms, lecturing him all the while, and if he can hear the annoyance in his voice then Leo sure as hell can. Sleep deprivation for the purposes of keeping his brother's soul alight had done nothing for his temper. "I swear to God, all you had to do was make a sound! Why are you such a difficult patient?"

He deposits Leo carefully on the bed - "Sit still!" - and checks him over, running every scan he can think of and making sure his brother's new body really is in good working order, spouting increasingly irritated commentary all the while. Of course the fall didn't hurt him - Leo is tougher than that, and Donnie does better work than that - but he still can't help the rising anxiety in his throat.

This almost didn't happen.

"-stupid, stupid selfless idiot!"

Donnie almost couldn't save him.

"Grrhh-"

Leo nearly died for real. Permanently beyond Donnie's reach. Well and truly gone-

"Do you have any idea how close you were to having nothing left to save?"

And now here Leo is, in perfect health, sitting on Donnie's bed with a big dopey grin on his face as Donnie chokes on his anxiety and damn near shakes himself apart-

Oh for fuck's sake.

"Hey. Are you even listening?"

Leo speaks up for the first time since he's woken up, voice shaky from disuse. "D-Donnie?"

And that is not a goddamn answer to anything Donnie has been saying, because of course it isn't. It's Leo. He's always had his own priorities. "Yeah. No. You're not fucking listening." Donnie heaves a long-suffering sigh, sinking back into the routine comfort that irritation at his twin provides. "At least you're talking." Small favors. "Although I'm surprised you're not throwing your stupid jokes at me." Even smaller favors.

He stops short as Leo's hand closes around his wrist, drawing Donnie's arm to Leo's plastron. "You're real," his brother breathes, looking from Donnie's hand to Donnie himself with tears streaming down his face. "You're real!"

And then, in the space of a thought, Leo's joy breaks, his smile turning desperate. "Are you?"

For a moment, Donnie stares at his twin, wondering at the sudden change in expression. He takes a breath-

And the part of him that had lain dormant for so long after he'd woken up - the part of him that had been screaming for his twin's safety ever since they'd recovered the few scattered embers of Leo's soul - gasps to life, blooming like a time-lapse video of a flower and reaching to the edges of Donnie's soul. Leo had called it their twin sense, and Donnie hadn't had it in him to argue after a while. Whatever it is, it's back, connected to Leo's renewed presence, and-

Donnie's heart floods with emotions. Relief and joy sprout quickly and are nearly swept away in a tide of exhaustionanxietyfearfearfearfearFEAR-

But down beneath it all, steady against the rising wall of terror, is the little blue spark of hope that his brother always carried. His core. The thing that let him continue on in the face of insurmountable odds, and lent that same strength to everyone around him. A ninja's greatest weapon.

It's Leo. It's Leo-

And Donnie can't leave him alone in his fear. Not when there's no need for it. Not when they're safe.

He lets that breath out, and sits next to Leo on the bed. "Mhm. I'm alive. And you're alive. We're safe. The Krang are gone." That's all the news that's fit to print, or at least the most important parts. What else does he have to say?

Oh.

"I'm sorry I..uh…"

He's sorry he what? Died? Left a mess for Leo to deal with? Didn't do enough while he was alive to keep everyone else alive in turn after he was gone? Kept his brother's soul in a fucking mug, because that was the only way he could ensure he wouldn't break it while Leo was still fragile? All of the above?

…yeah, it's all of the above.

He owes Leo one hell of an apology, and he's never been good at any of this, so instead he shrugs haplessly and leans forward, pulling Leo into his arms and hanging on tight.

It's a matter of moments before Leo has him flat on his shell on the bed and is sobbing into his arms. Normally he'd hate seeing his twin cry, but it's proof of life - proof that Leo made it, that his soul is intact enough for him to still be Leo, that he's alive and awake and here - and Donnie will take it.

And if he's squeezing Leo back pretty hard himself, well, that's fine too. Nobody else needs to know.

~~~~~~~

Donnie is yelling at him.

Donnie is strong enough to have picked Leo up off the ground, well enough to be on his feet without support, running tests and reading Leo the riot act over his latest boneheaded maneuver - in this case, forgetting he was missing an arm and falling out of bed.

Donnie is yelling at him, because Donnie is here to yell at him.

And Leo is smiling, because he couldn't be happier. He lets the words wash over him, draping over his shoulders like a favorite cozy blanket that he'd lost so many years ago, and he basks in the warmth that is his brother's voice and smiles.

It's enough to interrupt the yelling for a question, though he doesn't really hear it - just keeps smiling, and says Donnie's name, and it's so nice to be able to say it with a smile now, because Donnie is here-

-he is, right? This isn't just a dying hallucination on Leo's part, right?

(It couldn't be- he remembers his death, remembers breathing his last, remembers being trapped- but this-)

He reaches out, taking Donnie's wrist in hand, and pulls his brother closer to him. "You're…real…" It certainly feels real - skin and scales, softer than his own, and his fingers barely fit all the way around the wrist instead of encircling them with room to spare - and he stares down at it, tears rolling down his face as he finally looks back up at his twin. "You're real!"

The Krang show you what you want to see.

The thought strikes him unbidden, turning his joy and relief to ice. It's a well-known fact: a Krang infection can show its host what they want to see, visions of comfort and family and home, and extract intel from the host's reactions. He knows that- he knows that, and-

And he'd died surrounded by Krang- and even if he couldn't see or hear or feel, he knows he'd been held captive-

But it's Donnie- he wants this to be real- he needs this to be real- he wants his twin back so badly he can't think, and the idea that this could be a Krang hallucination is almost too much to bear-

"Are you?" He can hear how choked the words are as they leave his lips, but he needs to know-

And Donnie stops, and sits down next to him, and tells him everything he wants to hear - everything he could've ever wished for. They're alive. They're safe. The Krang are gone. It all sounds too good to be true.

And then Donnie offers him an apology and a sad half-smile, pulling him into a strong hug-

And the ice in Leo's mind shatters in a flood of warmth as his twin sense opens for the first time since Donnie's death. He feels his twin's irritation, and deep-seated exhaustion, and a choking wave of guiltguiltguiltguiltguilt-

And beneath it all, steady and strong as ever, the thrum of unending determination, powered by an unfathomably deep well of love. It's the backbeat to the melody of Leo's life, the point-counterpoint to his own heartbeat- it's something he'd never had to live without until he did, but it's back, rushing in to fill the silence he'd known with the strength to go on and the knowledge that he is loved loved loved, strong and overwhelming and all-encompassing in the way only Donnie can love-

It's something the Krang could never imitate.

This is real. This is all real-

He throws himself against his twin, toppling them both over on the bed as he clings to Donnie, unable to stand even a fraction of an inch of space between them, as though he could push their hearts together through their plastrons, and he cries, sobbing out worry and terror and grief and the slow, crushing exhaustion of a losing battle finally lost. He cries as though the world was ending - and it had, once when the Krang had invaded and again every time he'd lost a member of his family, over and over until he'd sent his last hope through a portal that had cost his littlest brother his life and succumbed to death himself.

And now he's alive. Here, wherever here is, with Donnie. Clinging to his twin, and being held in turn as Donnie gently sits them both up, never letting go as Leo cries himself out.

It takes a while - long enough for Leo's gaze to settle into a stare and his thoughts to settle into a comfortable static. He's alive, Donnie is alive, and he has no fucking idea what else is going on, but he's just going to be okay with that for now.

His thoughts rouse enough to inform him of something wrong - the line of tension Donnie is carrying down his neck and over his shoulders. That won't do. Leo could try to massage it out with one hand, maybe try to get Donnie to talk about it, but Donnie never likes to talk about it, and Leo isn't one for slowly soothing away tension when he can just take an axe to the release valve instead. Plus, it gives him something definite to focus on, instead of…this whole situation. Whatever 'this whole situation' actually is.

Donnie had mentioned his stupid jokes, right?

"H-hey Dee?" His voice wavers from disuse, thick with tears, but he pushes through. "Why did- why did the tree buy a camera?"

"What?" Oh, Donnie is not going to see this coming. Excellent.

"To do a photosynthesis." It's nowhere near the level of pizazz he normally uses for a punchline delivery - he's still too tired and frazzled and clinging to Donnie entirely too hard for that - but that beautiful pause of a terrible joke sinking in tells him it had hit home nonetheless. Donnie moves - he can hear the telltale slap of face meeting palm - and then breaks down into helpless laughter, smacking the back of Leo's shell as the tension Leo had felt in his twin's shoulders abruptly relaxes. Good. It worked.

"This is so fucking stupid," is all Donnie manages as his laughter fades, and he slumps fully against Leo with a murmur. That's...abrupt. Sure, Leo had felt Donnie's exhaustion, but he hadn't realized it'd been that bad. He takes hold of Donnie, gently laying him down on the bed to rest-

Remember what happened last time Donnie fell asleep next to you.

He gasps sharply at the thought - not again NEVER again - and keeps his hand steady as he moves, laying both fingers gently against Donnie's neck and feeling for his pulse. It's easy to find, strong and steady and even, like it had been before the infection had taken Donnie's vitality and then his life.

But he's alive, and healthy, and sleeping. He's okay. And Leo-

Leo moves his hand to the side of his own neck. His pulse is also easy to find, quickened with the adrenaline of an unknown situation and multiple consecutive shocks to his system.

Okay. Take stock. Assess. Figure out a plan from there.

He's alive. Donnie's alive. The Krang are gone. And everything else…is a big fat question mark, with no easy answers and no indication as to where to begin looking for them.

Well.

Uh.

"What the fuck," Leo whispers to the room at large, as though the walls could answer.

~~~~~~~

(A world away and still very close, a younger pair of twins cling to one another the way a drowning man clings to driftwood: desperately, clutching tight, as though letting go will spell their doom. Neither of them know where the emotions came from, or why; all they know is that each of them are damn glad the other is alive, and they'll do everything they can to make sure that continues to be the case.)

(What the fuck, indeed.)

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Part 2 - Work Introductions

Autumn Embers Masterlist

CW: Mentions of child loss, mentions of medical neglect/abuse, mentions of reproductive abuse, mentions of pregnancy complications and death, mentions of racism, sexism (in an omegaverse way), Brandon (unfortunately living), real world references

Data entry and analysis isn’t the most exciting job in the world, no matter what kind of fancy title you’re given, but it pays the bills. Working on a military base isn’t ideal, but the benefits are nothing to sneeze at. And most days, you get to sit alone and uninterrupted, in your own office, instead of in a cramped cubicle.

On Tuesday, you’re startled out of your audiobook by a gentle knock on your desk. Sherry, your immediate superior, gives an awkward little wave and waits for you to finish your line and mute your music.

“Hey, I’m so sorry about this,” she says, as soon as your headphones are clear. “You remember those port reports from Honduras? Some of the senior analysts have some questions for you? They’re currently in a meeting and requested some clarification…?”

You wait, but she doesn’t say anything else. “…what do they want to know?”

“Oh, they didn’t tell me, I’m sorry,” Sherry says. “They asked if you could… Well, they need you to attend the meeting. Right now.”

“Do I even have the clearance for that kind of meeting?” You stand without waiting for an answer and disconnect your laptop from the dock. With it tucked under your arm, you grab a notebook and pen, as well as your water bottle.

Sherry leads the way out of the office. “I know you submitted these reports two weeks ago, and your notations are excellent. I think the problem is with one of the flagged ship manifests, but they wouldn’t clarify why they were concerned. Couldn’t get a word in edgewise.”

Her apologetic air suddenly makes sense. “Brandon’s in there, isn’t he?”

Sherry grimaces. “I’m so, so sorry. It’s him and a few alphas. There’s an American CIA agent as well.”

“So I absolutely don’t have the clearance for this meeting,” you sigh. “Great.”

A short elevator ride and two halls away, you take a fortifying breath before you step into an occupied meeting room. Brandon’s is the first face you see, and when he sees you the corners of his lips turn up in an infuriating smile. Next to him, another senior analyst’s eyebrows pop up, but Andrew actually looks happy to see you.

Before the door can close behind you, a blonde, American alpha stands and offers her hand in a no-nonsense shake. “Kate Laswell. We appreciate you being so prompt.”

“Of course,” you answer. Unfortunately, your attention is a little torn. All four members of the 141 are sitting at the table, looking at you curiously. Sergent MacTavish grins like a wolf. Captain Price tips his chin up just enough that you know he’s scenting you. Lieutenant Riley, face covered from the nose down in a black neck gaiter, gives you a quick once over that makes you want to shiver. But you’re a professional, so instead of fleeing you take the nearest seat, across from a smiling Sergent Garrick. You fold both of your hands on top of the table, the very picture of accommodating and helpful, “What can I assist you with?”

“Why’d you flag this shipping manifest,” Brandon asks. The projector at the front of the room switches to a document that would be barely legible, even without the distortion of zoom.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” you tell him, flipping your laptop open. “What’s the file name?”

“Honduras,” Brandon says, Port Cortez.”

“Puerto Cortes,” you correct. And seeing as it’s the largest seaport in Central America, I’ve combed through literally hundreds of manifests, you think, but don’t say. “I’m going to have to ask you to be a bit more specific. The projector isn’t easy to read.”

“You flagged this manifest for a Korean ship.”

You jump when Sergent Garrick says, “Christ, mate, just give her the file name.”

Lieutenant Riley gives a cough that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. You think you see MacTavish still grinning at you out of the corner of your eye. Laswell rattles off the document name without looking.

As soon as the document loads, you know exactly why Brandon and Andrew are confused. And you know that the following conversation is going to be so unpleasant that you shoot off a quick email to take the rest of the day off once this meeting ends.

You take a deep breath, let it out slowly. “The manifest is inconsistent with previous patterns from that particular port and that particular captain and crew. As I noted, the four containers from Venusian Pharmaceuticals wouldn’t have made it on the ship do to political and economic pressures.”

Brandon doesn’t bother to look at you when he asks, “What pressures?”

Laswell interjects before you can answer, “Leaked internal communications provided evidence that Cloudstone Pharm was selling tampered heat suppressants and birth control in various black markets. The 4B movement in South Korea had been calling for an investigation for years by that point. A lot of omegas were killed because of mis-labeled medications. Pregnancy and birth related complications.”

“I remember that. It was, what, five, more years ago?” Lieutenant Riley asks. “Had an entire re-brand. Cloudstone to Venusian. Everything went from blues and whites to greens and yellows.”

“Okay, so the containers had a bit of extra security to get onto the ship,” Brandon says, before you can get over the shock of two alphas in a room who know anything about even the broad strokes of omega health care. “There’s protesters at every major port for one thing or another.”

“Even if they’d gotten on the ship, they wouldn’t have made it to Puerto Cortes,” you counter. “The captain lost two of his kids because of their medications. He’s had his crew dump the containers and alter manifests before. He was investigated for it, but his crew wouldn’t speak against him.”

Brandon frowns. “How do we know he didn’t get paid off?”

How do we know the omegas weren’t worth less than a cash payment? Your throat feels like closing in on itself. You keep your voice as steady as you can. “He wouldn’t have been.”

“How do you know?”

Andrew, eyes darting between you and Brandon, tries to interrupt. “Well-”

“Because he made the autopsy reports for both of his sons public,” you answer. You have to force your jaw to unclench. “Along with pictures and videos of how sick they were before they passed, before anyone knew what was really wrong with them. And the executives of Cloudstone, an American company, laughed. Called them slurs and ignorant animals in emails and meeting memos that were later leaked to the public.”

Across from you, Garrick is not smiling anymore. “That’s… disgusting.”

“Cloudstone struggled to recover in eastern Asian markets, even with the re-brand,” you continue, then take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “And all of this was in my report.”

“Your job isn’t to provide those kinds of references. You’re not trained for it. There were a couple of links to articles,” Brandon dismisses. “Not enough to-”

“One of his sons experienced total organ failure,” you interrupt, closing your laptop. You know your scent must be all over the place, but the subject matter was already touchy. Now he’s questioning your work and misrepresenting your job duties? Oh, fuck him. “Because he was on incorrectly administered fertility treatments that were disguised as birth control, he had a high-risk pregnancy with multiples. And then his medications were switched with heat inducers. His other son had rapid onset neuropathy and multiple strokes within a week. Neither of his sons wanted to have children. One of them couldn’t, biologically, because it would have killed him anyways. And their partners decided that they didn’t care.”

Brandon wrinkles his nose at you. “No need to get so worked up.”

You practically feel the way your scent goes hot and acrid. Where most omegas have a distress scent that is sickly sweet, yours is much closer to an alpha’s shock scent. Your parents used to call you “Wildfire” because of it. You watch the hairs on Garrik’s arms stand up.

You can barely smell Andrew’s nervous distress over your rage. “Okay, yeah, that’s plenty. The captain wouldn’t have taken the containers.”

“Is there a reason you didn’t consult the references I added into the report?” You know the sudden calm in your voice, the relaxing of your posture, is at odds with the way your anger scent gets stronger. You’ve been told it’s a sensory nightmare, so you only do it when someone tells you you’re not calm enough. You fold your hands on the table again. “Because I included original and translated sources, according to the standards of the department.”

The room is silent. All seven alphas are agitated. You can only pick out MacTavish’s scent, muddled and frustrated. Andrew opens his mouth, closes it. Finally says, “I didn’t receive the references.”

“Senior analyst Lawrence received the full report directly,” you say, holding eye contact with Brandon. “But I know how emails can get lost. I would be happy to send them again. I’ll CC you, and request that your access to the full drive be confirmed. Sir. Is there anything else I can assist the team with?”

Laswell scrawls something on a sticky note and passes it over to you. “Please also include me on those emails.”

You give her your most demure smile. “Unfortunately, Agent Laswell, I don’t have the clearance to send reports outside of the department. I would be happy to help you coordinate that with senior analysts Lawrence and Bennett.”

You pluck the sticky note from her hand, stand, and gather up your laptop, notebook, and water bottle. When you have everything, you pass behind her to where Brandon and Andrew are sitting. Deliberately putting yourself at Brandon’s back, you hand the note to Andrew with a placid smile. “Agent Laswell requests that you provide her with the full report.”

Brandon smells disconcerted, trapped in his seat with your scent roaring as you stand just inside of his blind spot. Andrew, for his part, only hesitates for a moment before taking the offered sticky note, looking from you to Laswell to Brandon and back. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sir.” Butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth. “Is there anything else I can assist you with?”

“I… believe that will be all…?”

“Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.” You cement your little performance with a perfectly deferential partial curtsy to Andrew, then to the rest of the room. “Please do not hesitate to let me know if there’s anything else I can do the support the team.”

As the door shuts behind you, you hear Captain Price’s voice for the first time. “Goddamn. That is a woman capable of murder.”

[crimsonstateofmind]

this random ass shot of his face card while they're drowning

[hope-for-the-planet]

From the article:

Pakistan, home to more than 240 million people, is experiencing one of the most rapid solar revolutions on the planet, even as it grapples with poverty and economic instability. The country has become a huge new market for solar as super-cheap Chinese solar panels flood in. It imported 17 gigawatts of solar panels in 2024, more than double the previous year, making it the world’s third-biggest importer, according to data from the climate think tank Ember. Pakistan’s story is unique, said Mustafa Amjad, program director at Renewables First, an energy think tank based in Islamabad. Solar has been adopted at mass scale in countries including Vietnam and South Africa, “but none have had the speed and scale that Pakistan has had,” he told CNN. There’s one particular aspect fascinating experts: The solar boom is a grassroots revolution and almost none of it is in the form of big solar farms. “There is no policy push that is driving this; this is essentially people-led and market driven,” Amjad said.

The rapid shift to solar in Pakistan is particularly interesting in that it is being primarily driven by individual families and communities rather than the government--so individual solar panels are dispersed throughout communities rather than big solar farms operated by utility companies.

A large driver of this transition is the rapid increase in the cost of electricity in Pakistan, which is unfortunately something that the solar panels may make worse in the short term since fewer people are paying for electricity from the grid. However, the adoption of solar is also bringing electricity to families who would have had very little reliable access to it before. The article gives the example of several families pooling resources to use solar panels to operate their community well instead of relying on a diesel pump.

[seongjoongluvr]

✧˖°.Ateez Fanfic Masterlist✧˖°.

THIS LIST HAS SOME FANFICS THAT HAVE HEAVY THEMES/TOPICS

This is a list of all the fics i’ve read and love. most of the parings are seongjoong, yungi, and woosan. there are a lot that are being updated currently or haven’t been updated in a while.

✧˖°.ABO✧˖°.

Vitium Anima(The Tarnished Soul) by steolftero

Sweeter than I Thought by Godjoong

To Have and TO HOLD by KimTanAnukite

Hoax by Daosdoodles

Facade by oKKULTiC

Cold As Stone, Not My Home by preciousbirdie

The Lone Wolf & His Pocketful of Sunshine by ashenartifice

Destiny Makes Eight by HourglassBluebird(Taem1nn1e)

stars on the ceiling by endoftauperyn

Can It All Be Shaken Off? by KathrynHong

Watermelon Lemonade by angeldevastation

sleep on the floor, dream about me by pyxiswings

Breathe by SilverSilverBow

Don't Let Me Go Back to Darkness of Blue by SoftBoiAJ

Become So Tired by Megzcat

through the rainstorm (through the darkness) by ashwisteria

No one's ever gonna hurt you, Love by louisa_pennyfeather21

Blossoming by ponyosan

Spider/Fly: The Appendices by TinyRatThief

✧˖°.Magic/Witches/Fantasy✧˖°.

The Witch and His Seven Hybrids by couprang_pyeonghong_hae

Crepuscular Clocksmith by Susimau

With the ocean in your arms by teezme

i put a spell on you by skyestiel

Meet Me In The Pouring Rain by maelstromdepature (series link)

under the moon's glow by seagrassroses

Embers of War by ArdorEros

Samhain by hongjoonged

Anything You'll Give by redlightfever

Apex by SilenceMaker

Of Classes and Cauldrons by Kuschelbrot

A Charm To Soothe An Aching Heart by pocketjoong

A Spell for blooming by kenthel

Drops of Gold by raiykei

Rabbit Rabbit by TinyRatThief

Oneiric Tryst by Susimau

Peach Paradise by sunclefz

✧˖°.Superhero/Superpowers✧˖°.

falling domino by sarangx

it's rotten work. not to me, not if it's you. by fixonsOJ

Civil War of Entangled Desires by hobigyu18

A supernova Collapsing by Black_Ranger

Supernova by Kurein

data x by ennaj

Flowing From Me, Into You by SinisterSound

Living Amon Shadows by SinisterSound

✧˖°.Vampires✧˖°.

Eternal by jackharlow

This Artificial Paradise by seonghwabs

Sanguineous by BBQkitten

Koi no yokan? Shouganai, na. by signifying_nothing

Jeong Yunho's foolproof guide to catching a vampire by Saturnalia8

Endless Thirst by angelseoul

Blood, Water by Alette

Another Name for devil by Scarlettsiren

✧˖°.Spy/Bodygaurds✧˖°.

Did You Want This Back? by SinisterSound

Until the quiet leaves by sunwisher

Compromised by uowen

Closer (Stay With Me) by jasperKjones

✧˖°.Historical/Royalty✧˖°.

My Shining Treasure by fullmoonsyn(synful)

Echoes from the Center of the Stars by Crucified_To_A_Star

Boulders, Berries, and Baths by TinyRatThief

Aim to Kill by starmars3

house of aurora by mosstheory

✧˖°.Space✧˖°.

until the stars collapse by moonswallowed

Stars and Blood by steolftero

i'll be with you, star lost by TinyRatThief

From the Horizon by ChirpB

Beyond the Horizon by orphan_account

We Would Be Savages by oKKULTiC (series link)

Horizon: Sunrise by Tinytokki

Between The Stars by nnnnnnnnnnn

✧˖°.Crime/Mafia✧˖°.

you may be a sinner (but your innocence is mine) by earlybirdie

No Open Flames by burritomingi

Hearts Awakened, Live Alive by AAvery

Teach Me How to Burn Out by StaryMooshi

Bound by Bullets pyrophobia

✧˖°.Pirates✧˖°.

Declaration by eledae

Drowning to Breathe by tinydemxn

The Brightest Darkness by ephemeral_potato

Going Our Way by moonrisematz

✧˖°.Bandits & Outlaws/Cowboys✧˖°.

My Treasure by andromedatz

Lawless Court by RECOVER3304330

Rise Young Sun by z1mb0

✧˖°.Hybrids✧˖°.

A Precious Pet by Writing

Take Me Home (Where's Home?) by Scarletkayy11

sweet boy by mingissongss

Instintual Adoration by mkteez

The Ensemble by MelodicMaybe

These Arms Of Mine by inexperincedandconfused8

Take Me Home by cupidkitty

See the Sunrise by anime_demigod

pest by albrechts

✧˖°.College/University✧˖°.

your touch walks me home (i can't let you go) by fixonsOJ

But Here I Am, Wanting You by d75f87

Self Medicate by yvn6i

i'd walk into these flames, if it's for you by strawooberry

Bloom For You by SweetFantasea

Stretched Thin by fumesandrainydays

endless freefall (endlessfreefall) by uneasy mist

Heaven and Back by FluorescentWoosan

with the lights off by wjngism

when every no turns into maybe by comicwoosan