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[bunnysnared]

fuck it, mods asleep. post the forbidden ocship. the ghostdoves ♥

[accidentally-drank-paintwater]

So this post ended up suddenly getting a bunch of likes and reblogs a couple weeks ago and I thought…well, why not redraw it? So uh. here

the noceda siblings! (feat the squad + camila)

I changed the poses jusstttt a tad (oops) but I think it’s better because it’s more me. Before I was just going off a base as a reference but for this I just went with the flow! Also, it’s nice to see how I’ve improved in two years. (p.s. the tags have easter eggs)

(side by sides under cut)

@d00dlestar @jakeachillesmeow

[sysig]

my 2nd request !! The skeleton brothers wearing matching pajamas :D

Day 13 - The Friendship Brothers

[yuesya]

Aoqing hums lightly as he strides forward, along the seastone-lined paths of the palace courtyard. The form of a human is still something that he is quite unused to, a cumbersome shape that sorely lacks the elegance and fluidity of his original body. But that would be precisely why he requires practice, wouldn’t it?

Being able to take on a human shape is both a sign of skill and a mark of accomplishment among illuminated beasts. The jiao reign as the most powerful of sea-kin, their status unshakable ever since one of their own had ascended to godhood, and Aoqing is their prince. Attaining a human form at an age so young is only to be expected of him, for he is the son of their god, the Lord of the Vortex’s chosen heir.

Excellence is his birthright, written in the blood that flows through his veins. Aoqing will not suffer the ignominy of being a shame and a disgrace to his blood.

“Prince Ao! There you are!”

Aoqing pauses, and turns. A friendly smile curves over his lips; this human way of expressing emotions is something that Aoqing is making an effort to familiarize himself with as well.

“Mingtao,” he says pleasantly. “What a coincidence, running into you here. You are on your way to my lord-father’s court as well?”

Mingtao is a high-ranked jiao, and one of Aoqing’s similarly-aged companions. Prone to being a little simpleminded and inconsiderate at times, but that’s fine. That just makes it easier to direct him towards whichever direction Aoqing happens to find more amusing.

“Of course! I’m going to be in attendance with my father –I just saw you over here, and figured I’d come and say hi.” Mingtao steps closer, squinting. “Wow, your human shape is really good, Prince Ao.”

“Thank you for the compliment.” Aoqing had worked hard on this, and it’s nice to have his efforts acknowledged and validated by others. Even if it’s coming from someone clumsy and bumbling like Mingtao, whose human transformation lands solidly on the inhuman side of things. There are only two aspects of Mingtao’s current appearance that actually look human: His relative size, and the pair of human arms and legs sticking out from his sides at mismatched levels.

Aoqing widens his smile. “Your human shape is quite good as well.”

“Eh, you think so?” Mingtao brightens, then droops. “My dad doesn’t think so, though. Ugh, I really hope he lets me come up with him to the surface soon –but he won’t let me, not until I’ve at least nailed this ‘human shape’ thing!”

It’s good to see that despite being a doting father, General Minghui isn’t so lax as to bring his son to the surface when he is not yet ready. Especially when Mingtao’s appearance is one that would no doubt cause humans to immediately scatter in terror upon sight, weak and feeble-minded little things that they are.

Aoqing, on the other hand, is quite confident that his own human form will finally meet his father’s criteria. Perhaps now his father will finally acknowledge Aoqing’s abilities and see him as worthy of–

–oh?

There is a small clamor off to their left, and Aoqing glances over in the corresponding direction of the sudden commotion.

More than one individual has paused, or at least slowed their footsteps, either discreetly or obviously observing the new arrival in their midst. An individual who wears the form of a young adolescent human girl, with long white hair flowing out behind her and eerie blue eyes that no actual human would ever mistake for being natural.

So his elder sister has been summoned as well, hmm?

It’s rare to see her outside of the barren territory that Aoqing’s lord-father had granted unto her. A pitiful thing that isn’t even a proper seaborn, an aberrant mix of jiao and fox. It must be a sense of shame and acute self-awareness that sees her living quietly with her head lowered.

She should be grateful for the power of their father’s blood, of the talent in her blood that had allowed her to attain a human form around the same time as Aoqing did, even as halved as it was. Unlike her true form, her human form is not so off-putting and repulsive; in fact, the opposite is true.

Aoqing admits that his sister’s human face is pretty. When she grows older, he has no doubt that the descriptor would change into attractive or alluring. She is, after all, a fox’s daughter. A born seductress. But time would tell if she–

“Oh, who’s that?” Mingtao cranes his neck, eyes wide and appreciative. “Hey, hey, do you know her, Prince Ao? … Do you think I have a chance with her? My dad’s been talking about betrothals and everything recently, and if I can’t get out of an arrangement I at least want it to be someone pretty to look at –urk.”

Still smiling, Aoqing steps closer to Mingtao. The other boy stares back at Aoqing in confusion, human hands clumsily pushing at Aoqing’s own… which are closed around Mingtao’s neck in a deathly grip.

“M-my prince…?”

Aoqing calmly continues choking Mingtao for a moment longer, to ensure that the idiot will remember this, then finally releases him.

“Done with your nonsense ramblings?” Aoqing slowly retracts his human hand. “That’s the fox-daughter. Are you sure that you really want to marry that?”

Mingtao’s eyes widen like a startled goldfish, and his jaw hangs open in shock. “That’s her?!”

“It is,” Aoqing nods. “Don’t let yourself be fooled so easily, Mingtao. She’s a fox; is it really so surprising that her human skin is pretty?”

“I guess not,” Mingtao sags. “I was tricked, I didn’t even realize… thanks for warning me, Prince Ao.”

“Of course. You’re very welcome, my dear friend.”

[phantombegruvia]

SFTH MURDER MYSTERY - PART 23 [RUMPLED POV]

MASTERPOST

*CW for brief derealization and death

[LANGBROOK MANOR - 21:30]

[ABOUT 200 YEARS AGO]

Rumpled sighed as he gently closed the door to young Priscilla's room. Her parents still made him sit with her while she fell asleep, much to her disapproval. Priscilla was fifteen, old enough to get settled by herself, but her parents had been extra wary of her since that night.

That night haunted Rumpled, too.

He walked down the long, empty corridor of the manor. The Lord and Lady of the house were on the other side of their manor, that's where their chambers were - as far away from Priscilla as possible.

He pushed open his bedroom door, throwing his jacket onto his bed, his wand falling out of its pocket. He stared at it, debating whether he should put it back before rolling his eyes and stepping into his night clothes.

He took a glance at his mirror, only a quick one, but not quick enough that he didn't catch sight of her. He exhaled through his nostrils, with clear annoyance. He didn't turn around, he knew from experience that she wouldn't be there.

She was just in the mirror.

“Rumpled,” she sing-songed, her voiced echoed eerily, “Rumpled-”

“What do you want?” He turned away from the mirror, grabbing his wand and placing it on his dresser.

“I have it on good word that you're being invited to an ‘event’,” he didn't have to be facing the mirror to know that she said the words with an air of smugness, “one 200 years from now.”

This gave Rumpled pause, “what?”

“Oh yes!” he could hear her clap her hands in glee, “up in the land of the Scots!”

“In Scotland-”

“And, rumour has it, the event itself is stuck in a loop.”

Rumpled's thoughts swirled, “a loop?”

“A time loop keep up Rumpled,” he caught a glance of her, she was rolling her eyes, “however, the loop needs a catalyst-”

He didn't like where this was going, “whatever it is; no.”

She pouted, “aw, but the thing is, you don't really have a choice in the matter. You know what it takes to keep me down where I am. And just think, fourteen precious souls to keep me down here, to pull me down.”

He didn't answer.

“You wouldn't have to kill anyone for months.”

He glanced at his reflection, she was grabbing its shoulders - he knew he couldn't actually feel it, but the phantom sensation still tingled at his shoulders.

“And don't you want to visit the future?” She asked, “see what they invented..”

“I was supposed to meet up with M tomorrow,” he said, quietly.

“Ah, but the fun part about time travel is that you can come back to exactly when you left, no time would have passed at all and you can still see her tomorrow.”

He sighed knowing he didn't have a choice, “fine.”

“Oh goodie!” She smiled too wide, Rumpled had no idea how this was the woman who had brought sweet Priscilla into the world, “I should tell you this though; the host - he's a ‘superhero’,” she air-quoted, “he has these.. things lying about, they're sharp, sharp enough to kill.”

“So you want me to pin the murders on the host?”

“No, I want you to kill the host first. The time traveller will.. mess up. He will accidentally send you forward ten days before the event, you'll kill the host and then.. wait.”

“You want me to wait a week and a half?”

“Yes!”

Rumpled squeezed his eyes shut, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Now, I suggest you get dressed. Your ride will be here any moment now.”

She disappeared and Rumpled was left alone. He shook his head, he had been alone this entire time - she wasn't there.

Hell, the entire thing might've been a hallucination. Though, he still got dressed (his annoyance roused, he had only gotten dressed a few moments prior).

As soon as he pulled his shirt over his head, there was a knock at his bedroom door. He opened it.

“Hello there! You're Rumpled right?” The man before him was making extravagant gestures - he was in strange attire too, his odd hat shimmered in the light of the gaslights, his white jacket flowed as he pushed his way into the room. He didn't give Rumpled a chance to answer, “perfect. Lovely bedroom, by the way, though I would change a few things, maybe you could add a TV there so you can watch my hit shows-”

“I assume you're here to take me to the ‘event’?”

“Oh! You already know! Hm,” the man eyed him up and down, before passing him a piece of card, “I'm not even going to ask how you know! But, you read that, and then I'll take you. Sound good?”

Rumpled's smile strained ever-so slightly, “sure.”

His eyes looked down to the card, the top read ‘you are cordially invited’. Rumpled skimmed the rest, the invitation had no details about the event, just that it was hosted by a Bruce Wayne - his first victim.

The man, without warning, grabbed his arm, and pressed his hat once, “good luck! Or, well, have fun- I don't know why I said luck.”

[WAYNE MANOR LOBBY - 12:56]

[ABOUT 200 YEARS LATER - 22/06/25]

Rumpled blinked, and he was suddenly in another place. The room was massive, and a giant golden chandelier hung above him. Something glinted at the corner of his sight, and he went to pick it up.

It was a piece of metal, in the shape of a bat - and it was sharp. That was the description of the metal superhero weapon she had provided, so Rumpled assumed this was it.

He weighed it in his hands, he had a host to kill. The lights in the manor started to flicker, and he used that to his advantage.

He hid behind a wall when he heard footsteps. He noted that the butler would have to go too. He also heard a child's laughter, and Rumpled hated himself for adding the source of the giggles to the list.

He made it to the office, where the host was standing at his desk. The lights flickered off one more time, and Rumpled struck.

It was what he had to do, he told himself, he had to do it to banish her down to hell where she belonged.

[WAYNE MANOR DINING ROOM - 19:37]

[TEN DAYS LATER - 02/07/25]

"You aren't too.. bothered," Rumpled says.

"Too bothered about what?" Tracey folded her arms as she leaned against the wall.

"The murders," he looked her up and down, "everyone else is losing their minds, and yet.. here you are, calm."

She shrugged, "I don't know anyone here, of course I'm not bothered. I couldn't care less."

Rumpled considered her words for a moment, "how'd you like to help?"

"I am," she rolls her eyes, "you're just blind."

Rumpled pushed up his glasses, "no," he smiled, "I mean help with the killing?"

Tracey looked at him, an ounce of surprise washed her expression before consideration overtook it.

Rumpled offered his hand out, "if you don't accept, I'd have to kill you. I was hoping to kill Tarquin, next, but I guess-"

She took his hand, and shook it, "just tell me what I need to do."

[BATCAVE - 23:43]

Rumpled didn't have much thoughts as he fell, which was a welcome change from his usual hectic mind.

The two thoughts he did have, however, was who was going to look after young Priscilla? Rumpled wasn't her parent, but he was basically the girl's primary caregiver. Her actual parents didn't really care, even after the whole thing with her.

His second thought was about her. Well, not exactly her, but about the fact that he never read anything about how killing people made somebody else stay dead. Even if they were cursed.

Beyond the grave, Annabelle had been manipulating him into doing her bidding, and he was too gullible to realise.

part 22 << part 23 >> part 24 MASTERPOST

[paiirupie]

hi i'm alive *posts league of legends fanart and runs away*

[cuppajj]

what do you mean by this isn’t the first time you’ve read about Saint Vanilla dying horribly? What was the other time?

If I remember correctly, someone a long time ago wrote a fic about Saint getting a danganronpa style execution? It was a full on description of his death and everything, I was shocked by it lowkey

In all honesty I don’t really expect people to write fics about the neobeasts getting beat up/killed, it just doesn’t cross my mind, but I mean I never said anything against it so good for people who do so i suppose LMAO

[e-adlirez]

(You guys don’t understand this fic has me in a chokehold)

So I’ll try to fix the broken glass The memories I hope will last Please let me in, unlock your heart I can be your golden light I will be your golden light…

[Bridge:] My hands are red, my fingers sting But I am numb to the pain it brings Cuts are nothing when I can’t place How it looked before the cracks were traced

I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want to see A day when this house is finally empty So please, someone call me, talk to me, yell at me Do whatever you want, just please don’t leave me

(Bridge lyrics made by me lmao)

[burningcheese-merchant]

I'm really sorry for asking, I hope this isn't an intrusive question. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I've noticed you've toned down your burningcheese posts. Are you taking a break? I hope this ask doesn't come around as being demanding or intrusive. I just really miss seeing burningcheese since there's hardly anything on the tags anymore from what I've noticed. If you are taking a break, please don't feel pressured to answer this post. You deserve a break after everything that's happened

Have I? Doesn't really seem like that to me... But I guess I don't know? Feels like I've been posting and reblogging stuff about them like usual. I guess not? I've been posting a lot about the fankids recently, is that it? Those don't count as burningcheese posts? Haha

But yeah uh I'm sorry if I've given that impression. This ship is still infecting my brain all day every day dont worry haha. I guess i just. I haven't been doing well recently. Nothing to do with internet drama or anything I don't care about that. I've been facing a lot of genuine hardship irl. and i guess it's starting to show on here? Maybe? I'm not really sure. In any case i do apologize if it seems like I'm losing interest or anything like that. Promise I'm not. I'm always thinking about them lol they're a plague. They're a curse. Devsisters owes me reparations at this point. Or rent money for the space in my brain they've been squatting in. Tenant's rights don't exist in my mindscape, they're in big trouble

[ragnarockz]

the desire to write that garden center vidal/kills all her plants agnes is so STRONG, BUT!

I fear I would start the one shot with just,

"You sure are good at allowing things to die, aren't you?"

[sacredashes]

It's time to decide:

ADDITIONAL WORLDSTATE NOTES UNDER THE CUT (warning: long)

LIR COUSLAND: Warrior. Killed Connor at Redcliffe, and killed the mages in the Ferelden Tower (sorry Wynne). Killed Leliana to defile Andraste's ashes to become a Reaver. Prince-Consort of Anora (they do not love each other at all).

Ultimately, Lir hated becoming a Warden and just wanted to get back to noble life as quickly as possible, basically picking whatever would solve the problem of the Archdemon 'faster.' Sloth is 100% his demon.

He’s not exactly HAPPY to be going around killing people, but he doesn't really see it as a problem either. He definitely doesn't mourn anyone he's hurt. Lir just views it as inevitable; that's just how the Game is played, the 'lessers' being swallowed by their superiors. ICK! It’s why he’s a massive gaslighter with that high Coercion skill: "Sorry, it's just what has to happen! Not my fault!"

His party was Alistair, Morrigan, and either Zevran or Sten. Ali does have a moral code, but it's easy to bully him into doing bad things ... AND LIR DIDN'T KNOW ALI WAS ROYAL UNTIL THE END OF THE REDCLIFFE QUEST. It was so awkward and funny because at that point Lir had been like, "SHUT UP ALISTAIR SHUT UP ALISTAIR YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME AT ALL MY PARENTS ARE DEAD ALISTAIR," only to have that dropped on him. Due to the whole 'saving Loghain to marry Anora' thing, Ali got his own bad ending.

But Lir's ending isn't happy either. He truly thought after all that he can go back to his lazy life as a noble--a ROYAL now--whose not 'in-charge.' As if, after becoming such a horrible person, you can just turn it all off. The Blight was already working its way through his body fast, but I feel like he lives at most a couple of years after the end of Origins, the Blight ultimately taking him. He never knows peace ever again, which is what he deserves.

IRENE TREVELYAN: Rogue. Killed basically anyone who didn't agree with her (everyone in Judgement). Conscripted the mages only because the Templars didn't immediately drop down and worship her as Andraste's Herald. Gaspard rules so she can bully him into submission later. All companions were in the negatives approval-wise, except Bull, with most just leaving or even betraying her.

Fully believed she was saved by Andraste OR was in some way related to Andraste following her survival at the Conclave. As a result, she's entitled and mean, completely brash and immature. Solas was basically dealing with Elgar'nan again, if Elgy was reborn as a 19-year-old girl. Also, 110% a bigot, based mostly on what she grew up in under the Chantry ... but even THEN, it's still a lot. If there was an option to say something really really bad, she said it.

Her party was mainly the Iron Bull, Cassandra, and either Vivienne or Solas. Again outside of Bull, Irene did get their disapproval scenes and if there was an option to be violent SHE WAS.

Bull's betrayal hurts because Irene didn't kill the Chargers!!!! She just never did Bull's companion quest because she didn't like or trust the Qunari. Solas' betrayal only hurts in that he proves that the Mark was never from Andraste. She romanced Cullen but they're divorced/didn't follow through with the engagement because he was in a savior spiral and she didn't like that he was a person with feelings.

After Inquisition and Trespasser, she becomes devoted to serving the Chantry as the Inquisitor, ready to go to war anytime, anywhere.

CASTUS LAIDIR: Warrior. Got the entirety of the Veilguard killed and then dragged Solas into Superhell for shared war crimes. Castus was once forced to fight for Tevinter in their Navy fleet, so he’s very jaded on the whole “I fight for good reason" thing a lot of people in the story do. He just likes fighting because he now loves violence and associates it with getting a reward, since he has zero problem robbing from a corpse. Didn't help any organizations outside of the Crows because he loves killing Vints (not even specifically the Venatori, though he hates them plenty too). Didn't help any of his friends--well, allies, outside of Lucanis for the same reason. After killing Zara and Lucanis was exiled from Treviso, they stopped furthering their relationship.

Castus is very apathetic, so he struggles with being open and honest to any of his teammates or even Solas in his brain. He literally laughs when there are lore drops and calls it all stupid and pointless. He only gets excited whenever we get to talk about murdering the gods or Vints or otherwise. Again, maybe if he took things more seriously, people would be alive! (Also, unlike the previous 2, I wouldn't say he's a bigot exactly, but he is really annoying in his own philosophy of "We all will die anyways soooo why fight to change things? We live in a society!")

With only Lucanis being slightly close to Castus, the rest stayed on the lower end of approval. I DO THINK EMMERICH HATED THIS GUY. I think Emmerich either stayed at an approval of 2 or just made it to 3. Before starting the end of the game, it warns you if you haven't gotten enough support to stop the Evanuris, and everyone is BEGGING you to slow down. If you say "Nah, let's just get the job done," EMMERICH LOOKS SO PISSED, he starts shaking his head as his little disapproval window pops up. So good. Sorry you died, king. Neve also didn’t like Castus either, due to him sacrificing Minrathous ONLY because he doesn’t care for Tevinter and absolutely didn’t mourn the fact even people like the Shadow Dragons were hurt.

BONUS:

[blank-house]

Does the entire cast have social media? If so what do they post on there? Or do we get to see that in game 🫣

it's my dream to include! i really liked how the social media interface worked in the ps4 spiderman miles morales game because of how it kind of fills out the world because you see average npc #1 responding to something plot-relevant that happened, haha. like for keyframes, can you imagine the random passerby that saw this group of college students on a massive lawn waterslide?

[icantalk710]

Very glad my team gets the option to work from home for quarter-end week 😌☕🥐

[cyclogenesis]

Every Single Other Universe. Logan/Wade, post-Deadpool & Wolverine, Explicit. 12,470 words.

In which Wade and Logan and their variants are being hunted down by a hater from the Void and are thus tasked with hunting the hater back. Weirdly, all of their other variants are dating each other in their respective timelines. Does that seem meaningful to anybody else?

Read it on AO3!

[vaguely-concerned]

there are certainly serious things to say and analysis to be made about the tired queen in snow white-ass female fear of aging and losing your beauty as catalysts for evil tropes zara renata is evoking, as well as the treatment of her still-naked body as an object in the post mortem interrogation scene by both the camera and the characters. HOWEVER. personally and with my heart not my brain I forgive it wholeheartedly because there's just something special, something so incredibly fun and campy, both about her horrific literal blood bath and about a character who'll coyly tell you to wait here she'll just slip into something a little more... comfortable😏. and then while keeping hard eye contact with you she slips out of her skin entirely like it's a strapless dress and stands there in her full glistening subcutaneous glory smirking at you. her body isn't a temple it's a slaughterhouse. well. for you. but that's a price she's willing to pay :) ianthe tridentarius behaviour (laudatory)

(to be real for a moment it probably helps a lot that there are plenty of other female villains in the game who aren't presented with a sexual or appearance-focused angle at all. well. not an intentional one at least. ghilan'nain will always do to certain people what she does but that's not the design intention or priority lol. having a zara does not feel as weird when you also have a johanna hezenkoss running around just living her best unlife and doing her thing)