#Let's Go Let's Go Let's Go

[draculathedansemacabre]

Yeah, folks, all of us here at Dracula: The Danse Macabre are going to need you all to listen to this prologue and trailer for @re-dracula's adaptation of Carmilla.

And then join us in absolutely freaking out about it, oh my god!!!!!

[buckleyanddiaz]

my faith in Eddie's ability to come out will never waver because he is the one who refused to stay buried in a well after he cut his line into it. he fought to come back to his family then but trust that he'll fight to come back to himself too. that rock bottom is not gonna become HIS curse, no matter if it feels that way for a moment. it's gonna become the place he pushes against to start swimming up. that joy he wants? oh he's gonna be seeking it, finding it, and keeping it babeyyy. never doubting that.

[nerevarswritingstuff]

Trouble Is a Friend - Chapter 35: Penumbra - Wukong/Reader, Macaque/Reader, Macaque/Wukong/Reader, Macaque/Wukong - LEGO Monkie Kid [Archive of Our Own]

There's a time and a place for everything. Too bad the Fates couldn't care less about that.

Chapter 35 of my fic Trouble Is a Friend is now up! Click on the link above to read the most recent chapter!

New reader? Start here!

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Rating: Mature (for violence and language)

Characters: Reader, Original Characters, Tang (Monkie Kid), Qi Xiaotian | MK, Zhu Bajie | Pigsy (Monkie Kid), Red Son (Monkie Kid), Tieshan Gongzhu | Princess Iron Fan, Demon Bull King (Monkie Kid), Long Xiaojiao | Mei, Sun Wukong | Monkey King, Liu Er Mihou | Six-eared Macaque, Spider Queen (Monkie Kid), Nezha (Monkie Kid), Erlang Shen (Monkie Kid)

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Canon-Typical Violence, Reader-Insert, Reader is gender neutral, Reader wears suits and dresses because clothing has no gender, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Polyamory, What love triangle? They have two hands your honor, Emotional Baggage, Magic, Clairvoyance, Not Canon Compliant, I’ve seen canon and have elected to ignore almost all of it, Rated For Violence, I’m not kidding when I say this is a slow burn, We’re turning on the crock pot and letting this cook for the next week, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, //slaps roof of car This fic can fit SO MUCH TRAUMA IN IT, it’s about the hurt… it’s about the comfort AFTER the hurt…

Fic Summary: “Hold on, firecracker. Have you heard this one yet?” You see a gentle sunrise of gold and red as Wukong’s eyes meet yours. His face softened, his other hand touching your arm, his thumb lightly tracing one of the scars. His voice was firm yet soft, grounding yet light as he spoke, “You’re safe.”

…

Oh.

He keeps going, “You’re safe here. You’re safe with Uncle. With MK. With Tang. With all of them. All these years being alone in the dark without a candle to light your way? I can see in the dark, and MK can too now! I’m sure Uncle’s got a match somewhere and all you gotta do is provide the candle.”

He scoots closer, taking both your hands now and keeping your gaze. “You. Are. Safe. Even if shit hits the fan, you will not be alone to pick up all these broken pieces anymore. I’m here. We all are.”

○○○

After years of running from your past and hiding your scars, you find relief in several wandering destinies that are intertwined with your own. And in return, you help two particularly stubborn stone monkeys find their own healing.

[smokefalls]

There would be no final answer to anything. There would be no arbiter of how they should be, no guarantee of how they were going to turn out, who they would become, what lives they would live, what the outcomes of the choices they made would be. However far ahead one ran up the road in life, there was only more uncertainty ahead. Constantly, they were in the process of becoming.

Cleo Qian, "Messages from Earth" from Let's Go Let's Go Let's Go

[narusasuart]

Quick, I got some time but no real inspiration! Tell me something to draw. I'll take Jinmao (knh), SNS (Naruto) and STSG (JJK).

You can do an anon ask if you're shy!

[ohstorm]

STARTER CALL FOR MY TWILIGHT MUSES. you will find the available muses on my carrd, or for your convenience i have listed them below ! pls COMMENT a muse in order to receive one. IF i cannot come up w/ smth i may message u to plot.

atlas volturi , oc .

bellamy swan , original interpretation ( of bella swan ! )

edward cullen , canon charcter.

emmett cullen , canon character.

jacob black , canon character.

carlisle cullen , canon character.

charlie swan , canon character.

jasper whitlock , canon character .

[mangle-my-mind]

STEREOPHONIC TINY DESK CONCERT

[mattsundaes]

rayne ames — mashle: magic and muscles season 2

[incesthemes]

loving that the cycle of abuse dean worked so hard to prevent is being continued through his relationship with jack. he was so worried about becoming a parent because he didn't want to turn out like john, and now the prophecy is being fulfilled anyway.

[ethan--kang]

He thinks about the past too little for a man who is embroiled in the depths of the pasts connected to other people. Every time the door opened, a breeze that brought in the scents of street foods and the thump of a nearby club's heavy bass, it would also bring in the next set of information that would leave to a long night and a long week and if he were as unlucky as he so often felt, a long month.

That night was supposed to be different. He was supposed to wind down after his previous case, all of the documents vacated from his hands and into the appropriate parties, the people who would actually do something with them. With only his thoughts to keep him company, Ethan Kang had had no reason to believe that the world would come to a grinding, screeching halt.

Phantom Private Investigations did not belong to the upper crusts of the world. The bright lights of Tokyo that would light up the world if it allowed them too; tucked off in the corner of the night time district, it was a miracle that anyone was able to find the small office that brought peace to a lifetime of agony.

Only, he would never soothe his own agony.

"You have that meeting today, remember!" The voice calls in from the other room, the only other one in the building. Clicks follow, the opening of a bag. Kazuha preparing to start her journey home. "I've been tell you about it for a few days now."

With a click of his tongue, Ethan shifts forward, his old office chair creaked under the weight of his body and the stress that had worn that body down. His foot tapped on the wooden floor, accidentally mimicking the beat of the club's music. At any moment, he might have been unfortunate enough to hear the crashes and raised voices of a fight, though he would have to count down until that occurred.

Kazuha slipped her jacket on, her bag slid onto her shoulder. Her back is to him, a promise of something more within her form.

"Get home safely," he tells her, his voice as low as the bass that thrums through the buildings.

"Are you serious?" Kazuha turns her head, his brow furrowing. "Ethan-kun, you are not listening to me!"

The meeting has been in his calendar since she had gotten the call. She had attempted to tell him who the meeting would be with and every attempt with rebuffed with the same, lethargic passion as the last.

It is no use to give him the highlights. He will learn everything he must from the potential client.

Guilt, he has found, is entirely easy to read. It was in the eyes of the one who had ruined it all too many years ago.

["It's the point, isn't it?" the voice had sneered, so familiar and so close to him. The voice had been hyungnim and then it had become hyung and one day, he had thought it would be brother-in-law. "I always hated you... I hated everything that you were..."

He had realised that would not be the case. His hands trembling, his eyes burning as he fought the sting. A simple case. That was all it was supposed to be.

Then, a presence in his, pressing close. The wall had met his back and he had thought he might lash out, kicking until he was free from it.

"It is over now," he declares and it is. Ethan knows that it is. "I hope you have learned to be an obedient pup now..."

He does lash out, only it is the wetness in his eyes that falls. Shame ripples through him in hard waves.

"That is pathetic..." he sneers. "You are the one who won against me before? You must have gotten lucky..."

"Hyungnim —" he had tried, so desperately. An attempt to appeal to the boy he had almost grown up with rather than the man that stood before him. The boy who saw him from afar and who he had thought might approve of where his heart was taking him. "Hyung, she —"

"She?" he had answered and a scoff escaped him.

And then he had said it, a simple question that had killed what little light remained within his chest.

Disappearing had been easy after that.]

"I told you not to call me that," he deadpans, his voice low and still as a lake. "I'll handle the meeting and I'll let you know how it goes tomorrow. We have many clients, noona, I would hate to add more to our workload."

Kazuha scoffs. "You would survive on work if you had it your way," she points out and slips her bag onto her shoulder. "Don't stay here all night. Get some sleep and eat something! Majika!"

He hums, the only answer he will give her. She must know this as she sweeps out of the building, the door thudding closed behind her. Soon, he will flip the sign to tell the world the business is closed, which will be a real shame to those who seek out his expertise and talents.

Words he would not use to describe himself. He simply does what he has to, taking a deep breath to watch the pieces click into place. Whether it as simple as a stolen pencil case or a missing cat or as terrible as fraud and blackmail, he makes it work.

But at that moment, with the thump of the bass music and the loud partiers around him, Ethan's eyes are fixated on his screen. A news report, the simplest start to any case but this case does not belong to him. He is not in that world anymore.

“WAZUI WAKAYAMA, A MANAGER OF H&I CONFECTIONARIES COMPANY, FOUND IN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE.CURRENTLY IN COMATOSED STATE. SUICIDE OR POSSIBLE HOMICIDE?”

A strange ripple runs through him, a slight tap of the key shifting the screen down until the second headline pops into view; they have arrested a new suspect. A quick find, all things considered, but quick is never synonymous with good police work. Not when it comes to Hirashi, one of the many corrupt CEOs who rub shoulders with all of the wrong people.

And him.

The man who stands with Hirashi in the image sends a sharp twinge in his chest. A sensation that causes him to clutch his hand tightly; they have found a way to twist the case to meet the requirements. Whether the new suspect is someone who has been bribed with the offer of a light sentence and a handsome amount of money to be sent once he is on the streets again.

It will not matter. Hyeon Jung will not keep to his word. He will not land safely on his promises. He would rather cut the rope they both stand on when he is close enough to the end to grab the ledge. He will send this babo to a grave made of metal and concrete. No one will be brave enough to fight Jung, not with the name he has made for himself and the connections it had taken to get there.

Connections that burrow into Ethan's mind as he shifts away from the article and opens a new search. Perhaps he will spend the night digging into Yuto Kim's history.

He would have thought himself lucky if that were not to happen but kept away from the bulk of citizens and tourists alike, his office sat in a place where it had been all too easy to hear fights.

So when the knock had come, Ethan had had half a mind to simply ignore it. Perhaps one of the many drunk people who insisted on breaking down the door to the infamous investigator of the prefecture or just a fight. He could've ignored it so long as it didn't continue.

But it did continue. It echoed on the walls, within his ears, until he had been forced to rise from his seat.

He did not take a moment to push the chair in, fairly certain that he would be returning to the same seat once he had chased away the unruly gang at his door. His hand brushed through his hair, the opposite one shifted up to his tie as he considered making himself more presentable but it would have hardly mattered.

The two room office allowed him to reach the door in a matter of moments, though the shutters had been drown after he had finished work for the day. Having had no way to peer out to see who would have been at the door, Ethan found himself facing down the gaping dark maw of a cave that promised riches if only he could get over the beast that lay on the other side.

And what a beast it would turn out to be.

His hand rested on the door handle, a chill slipped in through the space between the door and the wooden floor. A sign, perhaps, that he should have turned back but regardless, he unlatched the chain and opened the door.

Neon lights swirled in the air. Voices yelled across the streets as clubbers staggered over the sidewalk and road. Music continued to blare, pounding through the night until it reached citizens who were simply trying to make their way home.

And Ethan found himself face to face with the past.

Her, a beast who had followed him to his darkest places, even if she had not been aware that she had. The menace that would keep him up at night, a coffee cup gripped in his hand to chase away the slumber that world force him to see a beautiful face that did not understand pain, his pain.

He could remember the last words he had spoken to her, if only because they had not been intended as last words. A simple promise of I'll see you at home that he never kept; walking into the apartment they would have called him had he not packed his bags and left with everything but his keys.

Her number had been blocked. Her face erased from his memories. Every last picture of the two together had been wiped from every electronic that he could get his hands on. Ties to the past that he had severed with the sharpest set of scissors he could find.

He had put a wall between them, built with metal and welded together so that there would be no handholds that she would be able to use. It was not able to be climbed nor torn down, yet here she stood in front of him.

He hadn't realised that guarding his fortress' walls meant he had neglected the front door.

Her eyes rested on him, sparking a fire he had long thought put out. Words that pushed out of the cardboard box he had taped them up in with all of his might. It had not been strong enough or perhaps the glue had faded over time.

["Do you think Lena would still want you if she saw you like this?"]

"You —" he had been unable to stop himself from saying. "What are you doing here?"

[pardonmydelays]

i finally have time to play stray

[callmekamel]

Making a zine is a bit overwhelming y'all

[c-infinity-83]

GOOD

MORNING I'M AWAKE. IT'S TIME.

[smokefalls]

“You should know,” my grandmother said heavily, “we all carry different ghosts on our back.”

Cleo Qian, "The Girl with the Double Eyelids" from Let's Go Let's Go Let's Go

[liyaezhova]

REBECA WHIP + FTDLO

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