#But it will hopefully be within the next week.

[starglitterz]

serendipity. (viii)

─── chapter 8 ! ~ no secrets allowed (if you say so)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; hiii !! it's been a While... (me who says that almost every chapter) anyways! so as it turns out, i found out that someone nominated serendipity in a scara smau oscars organised by @bark-anon ?!?! and i was like OMG 🥺 bc there are so many talented authors and amazing series, i'm genuinely honoured that someone thought serendipity belongs up there :') then i realised that i haven't updated this in Years so here's a new chapter!!! hopefully now i can consistently post and finally finish this series istg 😭 /lh anyways, thank you so much for nominating me, and i hope you enjoy this update! <3 also for further context + details abt what scara & yn are talking abt in this chapter, you should totally read cynosure 👀 (horrible self-promo LMAO)

warning(s); swearing

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i freaking hate the misunderstanding trope in romance media so i wanted to get this out of the way hehe,,, also i may be a genius for connecting deleting scaras vids as him erasing memories of him from irminsul <3

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[sixeyescurseuser]

part 1

Geto is slowing down. He begins engaging in conversation with Gojo, allowing the sorcerer to get within arms length of him. 

Geto works up the nerve to ask, “How do you know where I am all the time?”

Gojo shrugs.  “I can smell you.”

“EH?” Geto raises an arm and smells his armpit. "But I’m a curse. I don’t...produce a scent.”

Gojo shrugs again. “You do to me.”

Geto’s eye twitches.

“Okay, well. I gotta go - nice talking to you BYE!” he says while fleeing once again.

Not even a week later, they meet again during night time, in an open field, where the moon hangs high up in the air. 

Geto perches on a tree branch while Gojo sits on the ground, laying against the tree. Strangely enough, Gojo hasn’t struck up another conversation since joining Geto in his peaceful spot to rest. 

Geto decides to be social this time around. 

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” he quietly comments. 

“Oh, is it?”

Geto glares down at Gojo, the sorcerer obviously noticing the heated look from his companion. Sure, Gojo is blindfolded, but he stated that his six eyes are still powerful enough to perceive his surroundings in great detail.

Shouldn’t he be able to see how bright the moon is?

“Yes, it’s a full moon,” Geto says. “I usually don’t slow down enough to appreciate it.”

Gojo hums, as if in agreement. He tilts his chin up to face towards the curse above him. 

“I see something else that’s beautiful tonight too, but it’s certainly not the moon,” Gojo murmurs softly.

Geto sighs. “Why are you still following me?” In lieu of an answer, Gojo goes from sitting at the base of the tree to sitting on the branch next to Geto’s in the blink of an eye. Geto gasps, turning his gaze away in fear of unleashing his powers on the sorcerer, even though Gojo still wears his blindfold. 

“I follow you because I enjoy your company,” Gojo responds, lacking the usually teasing tone he has when pursuing Geto in their game of tag. “It’s less lonely, isn’t it?”

Somehow, Geto’s cheeks heat up. First, being indirectly complimented for his beauty (whether Gojo could truly see him or not), and second, acknowledging they’ve been sharing a sense of companionship for the past few weeks. 

Gojo Satoru is certainly a force to be reckoned with. 

Geto just hopes he doesn’t get burned in the process. 

***

Gojo finds Geto beyond endearing. The drawings of Geto in history books depict him to be much scarier and violent. 

But he was human too. And Gojo feels this every time he manages to cross paths with the tired curse. Frankly, Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if most of the information in history books are mere rumors that conceal the truth. 

Making Geto out to be something he really is not. 

Well, if he plays his cards right, Gojo will hopefully be able to uncover that truth, and see Geto in the way Gojo himself wishes to be seen. 

When Gojo reveals who exactly the strong and resilient partner he’s taken a liking to, Shoko can only sigh while lighting a new cigarette.

Shoko: “I can't say I’m surprised.”

***

The first time they kiss, they’re sitting together on a bench in the quiet section of a park surrounded by flowers in bloom. This is the first touch of affection Geto has ever experienced, always used and abused when he lived as a sorcerer and hated as a curse. 

However, Gojo’s hand tenderly cups his jaw, guiding their lips together in languid kisses that part with wet smacking noises-

“Fuck! That hurt!” Gojo yelps while pulling away. 

Geto’s snakes, being the biggest haters of their budding relationship, keep biting Gojo’s forehead. Geto scolds his snakes in an angry whisper. 

“Stop it! This is a good thing! Don’t ruin this for me,” Geto says. The snakes respond in their own unique ways. 

“Sorcerer, show us your eyes - just one peek!”

“KILL HIM.”

“Geto-san, I’m hungry~~”

One lone snake actually takes a liking to Gojo and scents his cheek with a flick of the tongue. 

Despite Geto’s occasional embarrassment of his snakes’ behavior, Gojo finds them cute anyway.

***

Gojo and Geto decide on a secluded cottage for Geto to live in. With money and status not being an issue, Gojo took care of furnishing the cottage and land ownership. 

Gojo also has barriers in place so no one - non-sorcerers OR sorcerers - will bother Geto. Gojo insists it’s the least Geto deserves considering the circumstances in how they met. 

Geto wants to cry because he hasn’t even told Gojo half of the shit he’s been through. Yet, Gojo is offering the peace Geto has so desperately craved all his life, right here on a silver platter. 

Better yet, a peace without eternal loneliness. 

Geto is still scared of wandering out by himself because of his powers, so Geto keeps himself busy inside the cottage.

Gojo visits when he can, usually every couple of days. Like a cat who’s been waiting for its owner to come home, Geto greets Gojo with a long kiss. Over time, Geto’s snakes have also come to love Gojo, and they too will place kisses all over Gojo’s face when the lovers are close. 

Gojo makes sure to bring back dozens of treats for Geto to try. Geto’s tastebuds are nowhere near what they used to be, but he giddily accepts the bland food that’s been provided with love and care.

Geto versus technology is an entertaining phenomenon. He’s a curse from the ancient times, and there hasn’t been an opportunity to learn the new ways of mobile devices or the internet. 

Geto picks up texting the quickest, though he uses formal grammar in dense paragraphs and puts a period after each sentence. 

Gojo sends Geto lots of funny videos, to which Geto responds with: “Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Gojo types back :“so harsh, suguru!🥹”

Geto: “I laughed though.”

Gojo: “yes you did, my dear🥰”

***

w/ @no-one-says-hi

***

part 3

[rainbowmagicfairyfight]

Information

This blog is run by @camelspit

This blog is a contest between every fairy character in the Rainbow Magic Fairies series

I will be using the Wiki as a list of characters. If you are aware that the tournament is missing a fairy, please let me know

The first rounds will have the fairies split up alphebetically. Depending on how that goes, the next rounds will either remain alphebetical or be placed together depending on how popular/ well known the fairies are, to make it more even.

The current plan is to have one round every day

Every round will be posted at 9 am est

The fairies must each have their own story, meaning characters like Jack Frost and King Oberon do not count

Human characters such as Rachel and Kirsty also do not count

If you have any questions or concerns, please do not hesitate to tell me! :)

[yangjeongin]

[amvro]

pairing: amuro tooru x reader

summary: he is home late (again) but you love to stay up for him

cw: i would not say suggestive but a lot of kissing implied ? IDK IM SORRY, it’s very short

It wasn’t rare for you to be staying up waiting for him to come home, but tonight he was especially late coming home and he truly did not expect you to still be up. The clock almost ticked 3:30am and he truly wished he didn’t have to stay out so late if he knew you would still be up. He was going to ask why you were still up and tell you about how you should’ve just slept without him, but he knew you would tell him you would be too worried to fall asleep regardless. 

“I’m so sorry I was so late,” he said, apologetically. “But really, next time you shouldn’t mind me. It’s far too late.”

“And it’s far too late for you to be out with no one to greet you when you come home,” you replied with a soft smile. Gosh he was in love with you. “Waiting for you to come home is one of my happiest times, at least let me do this much. Besides, it’s a Friday we get to sleep in tomorrow.”

And you were absolutely correct. Although he’d tell you every single time to go ahead and sleep, it still warmed his heart when he saw you reading a book or scrolling through your phone with a warm tea, waiting for him to come home. The way your face would brighten up when he came home was truly the only thing that could heal him from a long day at work.

“I’ll hop in the shower real quick, so go to sleep okay? It’s still not good to be up this late,” he said as he took off his coat and put his stuff down, getting ready to step into the bathroom.

“Wait,” you said, almost subconsciously.

“What is it, love?”

“Oh, um,” you said, you hadn’t meant to say it out loud. You looked up at him slightly embarrassed. “....kiss?”

A faint blush covered his face as his eyes narrowed and lips pursed. He did not understand how you managed to make his heart flutter from such simple words after all this time, but he did understand that this wasn’t going to go away. He walked right back to you and pressed a kiss on your lips. He was going to kiss you again when he resisted the temptation and kissed you on your forehead instead. 

“Why not?” you asked quietly. You were going to kill him if you kept this up.

“Because I’m not going to be able to stop at this rate,” he said, but you went and kissed him instead.

“But I don’t want you to...” you said. That was it, he was giving in. Saving the country was a whole lot easier of a challenge than the ones you gave him it seemed.

“Okay, now you’ve done it,” he said, kissing you again. 

The shower will have to wait a little. 

[dan4572]

Eden Headcanons because Eden good

Eden likes stuffed crust pizza.

Eden knows how to count in Roman numerals.

Eden uses embarrassing secrets as blackmail to get people to do things with her (not FOR her), like with Teruko in Ch2E3. They’re never anything too bad or personal, and she never does it for her own gain.

Eden is a big fan of the Kirby franchise. She just loves all the cute designs for the characters and the surprising lore behind the games. 

She has plushies of Kirby, Bandana Waddle Dee, Magolor, and Susie.

She’s considering making a clock based off the NOVA.

She was absolutely heartbroken by Kirby’s Return to Dream Land’s Final Boss.

Eden is also a fan the The Owl House.

She wants an outfit like Luz’s season 2b clothes. Or Vee’s clothes. 

Eden has a TeeTurtle™ reversible octopus plushie. It has a happy yellow side and an angry red side. She loves it.

Eden has considered making wristwatches.

It took Eden a long time to perfect her bowtie hairstyle. Some of her classmates suspected it was a clip-on, and were promptly surprised one day when Eden had her long hair down (she was lazy that day).

Eden owns a tuxedo and absolutely ROCKS it.

Eden has no problem with swearing— Her speech habits just don’t incorporate it often.

This first time she swore in front of her classmates was just a casual F-Bomb during breakfast. She was confused as to why they were giving her horrified stares.

Eden saying she has a good sense of time is an understatement. She is ALWAYS on time for everything— assignment due dates, meetups with friends, nothing will see her running late.

For example, if she goes to take a two hour nap, she will close her eyes and open them EXACTLY 7200 seconds later. It’s like she has a clock ticking in her head.

Eden likes to talk about stories about her time in high school, especially if they involve her childhood friends.

This is the complete opposite case for middle school… She doesn’t like to talk about middle school for some reason, especially if it involves her childhood friends.

Eden has an utterly terrifying angry face. Someone has to push her buttons real hard to get her to make that face, but once she does, they’ll try to get back on her good side as quickly as possible.

Eden has made clocks that represent the hobbies and personalities of different people she cares about. She gives these clocks out to these people as presents, and is considering making clocks for her classmates. (And by considering, I mean she’s already made one for Min, Teruko, Hu, and |\/|/-\|)

[happi-tree]

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me, you’re just so hurt and I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do and -”

Link cuts himself off as he glances up from Taylor’s still-glazed expression to his forehead. Before his eyes, the gash stitches itself closed, the open wound fading to a pink scar that pales to white before disappearing entirely.

Lincoln remembers hearing the words “kiss it better” throughout his entire childhood. He remembers the way his dads would patch up his scraped knees with ointment and a bandage and top it all off with a tiny kiss before treating him to a hard candy from their first aid kit for being such a good boy.

Never once had Link thought that the phrase could be literal. Or that his newfound powers could make it literal.

Or: Link discovers a rather unorthodox way of using Lay On Hands thanks to one Taylor Swift, and for some reason, he can’t seem to stop finding excuses to perfect his new skills. Fortunately, Taylor is more than happy to help.

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once / twice / thrice, pt. 1 / thrice, pt. 2

once (‘cause i know you had a long night)

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

They’ve just gotten out of combat at the Eleven-Seven on the edge of town thanks to yet another harebrained plan - this one in particular involving about 27 Large Swig™s’ worth of slushies, an ungodly misuse of pretzel warmers, and mentally begging the forgiveness of customer service employees everywhere. 

Lincoln Li-Wilson stands over a puddle of goop, cleated foot planted firmly where the chest of the latest of the Doodler’s acolytes used to be. He smudges some flecks of dark, slimy sludge off his face with his shoulder. 

God, that’s gonna be a pain to wash out. At least he didn’t wear his favorite jersey tonight.

Link can feel the final dredges of adrenaline coursing through his veins and knows that it’s only a matter of time before he crashes. He can’t let that happen yet, though, not after this tough of a fight. He brushes himself off and looks around the abandoned parking lot, trying to make out the forms of his friends by the hazy yellow-white light of a distant streetlamp.

Scary stands a short distance away, brandishing her knife and stabbing into the remains with extreme prejudice, targeting anything that still moves. Other than the bloodlust in her eyes and a broken nail, she doesn’t look too bad.

Normal looks a bit worse for wear, swaying a little on his feet. Even so, the air around his palms coalesces into a foggy white energy as he makes his way towards an injured Hermie (who had decided to tag along, for some reason that Link doesn’t particularly care about).

That leaves Taylor. Link knows he’d been injured pretty badly - a blow to the head, if he remembers correctly - and his anxiety only increases the longer it takes to find his silhouette in the blackness of sun-off.

Then, a pained wheeze sounds off from somewhere to his right, and Lincoln jogs over to the source of the sound, and -

Oh, fuck, he’s barely moving.

Taylor is lying flat on his back, his cane knocked a few feet away. His clothes seem to have protected most of his body from road burn, but his left cheek is pockmarked and raw from where it likely scraped against the asphalt.

Most worrying of all, though, is the gash on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow.

Link remembers Grant telling him that head wounds bleed more than others, once, but that doesn’t help the turning of his stomach when he sees the pavement slick and puddling around Taylor’s head, his face coated in red from temple to jawline. 

Taylor isn’t even trying to get up, and from the cloudiness of his faintly glowing eyes, Link wonders how much of the pain he’s really registering.

Link waves a frantic hand in front of Taylor’s face. 

“Hey,” Link says, voice pitching high as he searches his friend’s face for some sort of recognition. There is none.

“Taylor, hey, c’mon,” Link prods, shaking Taylor’s shoulders gently with trembling hands. Wetness pools at the corners of his eyes, and he blinks it away to keep his vision clear. “I’m gonna heal you, but you gotta stay awake, okay?”

Finally, Taylor’s eyes seem to focus, pupils dilating unevenly but staring at him nonetheless.

“Well, mus’ not be dead yet,” Taylor slurs, raspy and dazed and sounding almost awestruck.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean!? Link thinks.

“What?” 

Taylor cracks a delirious grin, blood pooling into the corner of his mouth. “‘f I die, ‘m going t’ hell… n’ there aren’t any angels like you down there,” he explains through half a facefull of blood.

At any other time, that kind of line would fluster Link out of his mind, but as it is, all he can feel is frustration and fondness and desperation and worry and that goddamn adrenaline.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Tay,” Link says.

Link doesn’t really register what he does next, but quite suddenly his mouth tastes like copper and his hands are cradling the back of Taylor’s head. 

He inhales the scent of iron and pulls away from - from where he kissed Taylor, directly over the horrid gash on his temple. 

The boy beneath him hisses in pain, and Lincoln nearly drops his head to the asphalt again.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me, you’re just so hurt and I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do and -”

Link cuts himself off as he glances up from Taylor’s still-glazed expression to his forehead. Before his eyes, the gash stitches itself closed, the open wound fading to a pink scar that pales to white before disappearing entirely.

Lincoln remembers hearing the words “kiss it better” throughout his entire childhood. He remembers the way his dads would patch up his scraped knees with ointment and a bandage and top it all off with a tiny kiss before treating him to a hard candy from their first aid kit for being such a good boy.

Never once had Link thought that the phrase could be literal. Or that his newfound powers could make it literal.

“Uh, Link?” Taylor prods, tapping him in the chest, voice completely devoid of the slurred syllables from seconds ago. “Earth to Lincoln? You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah?” Link says, entirely unconvincingly. “Are. Are you okay?”

“Mhm!” Taylor chirps, and god, is Link glad that he sounds much more like his regular self. He barely restrains himself from pressing another kiss to his friend’s forehead out of sheer relief.

Looking down at the boy below him doesn’t help to suppress that urge much. Taylor’s pupils appear to be evenly sized, now, but they’re large and blown out, the black almost completely eclipsing the dark reddish brown of his irises. The whites of his eyes are still glowing that faint goldeny color, a few shades richer than the far-off streetlights. And while some of Taylor’s face has traces of blood, Link’s unconventional Lay On Hands has wiped most of the gore away, revealing skin painted red for a completely different reason. Now that he thinks about it, Taylor’s entire body feels even warmer than usual, and Link wonders what on Earth that could possibly mean. 

“Uh,” Taylor says, “you can let go of me now.”

Link practically jumps back as if electrocuted, clambering away from the boy and back to his feet.

“Ow,” Taylor hisses, rubbing the back of his head from where it had hit the asphalt.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Link says, waving his hands before extending an arm out to Taylor.

Taylor accepts the help, and Link can’t help but register the way that his smaller, warmer hand fits against his palm as he hoists his friend up.

“No worries,” Taylor responds. “Thanks - I think my sword-cane fell somewhere over -”

“I got you,” Link says, scooping up the item and pressing it into Taylor’s free hand.

“My hero,” Taylor sighs fake-dreamily, and the adrenaline kicks up the pace of Link’s heart again, blood scorching through his veins and rushing to his face.

Okay, maybe it’s something other than adrenaline, but that’s for Lincoln to unpack later.

“Come on,” he says after he gives Taylor a final once-over (and tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the place where he kissed him). “Let’s go help the others.”

[leavesdriftinginthewind]

I'm two weeks late to sharing it here because I hadn't gotten to make a mood board for it 'til yesterday (although I did post to AO3 on the correct day), but the final chapter of paper rings is live!

Chapter 4: The Proposal

Chapter Summary: After spending the afternoon wandering the streets of Jericho and reminiscing about the early days of their relationship, the time comes for Tyler to lead Wednesday into the cemetery and pop the question.

I can't believe my first multichapter is out in the world in its entirety! It was short and sweet but I LOVED getting to write this story and I hope anyone who has read it or will read it in the future enjoyed it, too <3

[ignorancelive]

following ucla, uc davis, and uc riverside's student governments' divestments, uc san diego's student government just voted to divest their funds from companies supporting the israeli genocide of palestinians. this makes them the 4th out of 10 uc campuses to come to this resolution

[ID: Two slides of an instagram post by @ucsdguardian. The first slide reads: "BREAKING A.S. votes in favor of Association-Wide Boycott and Divestment of UCSD funds from Israel and its economic stakeholders

UC San Diego's A.S. voted 27 to 2, with two votes abstaining, in favor of passing a resolution amending Article VI of the A.S. Constitution to incorporate long-term divestment strategies into A.S. spending at tonight's Senate meeting."

The second slide reads: "The resolution charters a committee that will provide infrastructure to A.S. for an association-wide boycott and divestment against companies involved in supporting the Israeli genocide of Palestinians in Gaza.

The bill was authored by Students for Justice in Palestine, co-sponsored by 36 campus organizations, and signed by over 1,200 students.

Tonight's landmark vote follows a historic march led by the Students for Justice in Palestine this afternoon.

From 3 p.m. to 5 p.m., a record number of students and community members marched from Matthews Quad to Geisel Library calling on UCSD to divest from Israel and its stakeholder companies on campus." /End ID]

[cherrirui-official]

Me (eldritch forest creature) rizzing you (mud cowboy) up with my forest dweller swag (it's working)

Inspo

[nicky-jr]

shirtless glenn. soon.

[fowlaroundtown]

For the Whump list, Donnie with 37 >:] Deadly shocks

“Leo draws in a breath, screwing his eyes shut as he reconsiders the plan. Dread coils in his chest, and he tries again to push it away. He’s just overreacting. Donnie’s probably just playing his music obnoxiously loud and can’t hear them. Or is so absorbed in whatever he’s been working on the past couple of days that he hasn’t noticed their presence. Or, maybe, he made Leo and Mikey’s job a heck of a lot easier by passing out at his desk again or something.

The point is, his twin is fine and Leo’s just being paranoid (god, he swears Raph’s starting to rub off on him or something…)

“Aight.” Leo steps back, narrowing his eyes at the door. He glances between the cups in his hands, then back to the door, and finally to Mikey. “Open it.””

Prompts can be found here! Requests are Open!

[simplysolo]

ehhhhh kinda going in and out of a bad bout of depression right now, so i think i’ll be pretty on and off of here for now

[niicevibe]

kekekeke . . .

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[cleric4vampire]

Ill at Ease

But Aune tried not to think about these things. Thinking meant dwelling and dwelling meant fascination meant fixation meant obsession. She could not afford to turn him over and over in her hand like a well-worn worry stone, because that meant thinking about how he would feel beneath her hand, how it might feel to place it over his twisting mouth, how he might fight back, would he try to bite, yes, she would hope so, she would hope he would chew her up and she would return the favor, just—

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Summary: Anxiety and unease weighs heavy in the air as the party settles down for their second night together. Astarion's habit of antagonizing tests Aune's patience and self-control.

Explicit (for descriptions of gore and violence; canon typical). 3.2k. Angsty conversations. Slow burn.

[kodaiki]

Audrey you have been CHURNING out scripted hearts updated like there’s no tomorrow!! call me a fish bc i’m desperately hooked! i love the series but please don’t worry yourself/stress too much about getting more parts out. you said in your authors notes about a grad project? prioritise that first and then come back to the series bc i CAN and WILL wait. All the best ❤️❤️

aww tysm for caring bby!🥺🥺 yes I will admit I am VERY busy at school rn lmfao (screaming and crying inside 🤓🤓) but sometimes ill get an ounce of inspo before bed which is when I tend to post nowadays!!

ofc i can’t promise an update everyday (actually drowning in work rn) but i am posting when I feel like there’s a decent balance between work and life 😚🫶🏼🫶🏼

also tysm for enjoying it !!! v happy you do🤍🤍