#Juri-P

[devileaterjaek]

:P

[oscar-piastri]

motorsport incorrect quotes: 74/?

[deus-ex-mona]

the best part of the kawaikute gomen manga was when she said “IT’S KAWAIKUTE GOMEN TIME” and kawaikute gomen-ed all those guys

[ask-sebastian]

Just two random ones I love.

Always impeccable choices 🙌

[yesterdaysanswers]

Recent acquisitions

[cappurrccino]

day 6: my wrath did grow

@malevoversary day 6 giving me the perfect opportunity to grant eidolon abilities to our beloved little brain demon...

john can have a little dutiful retaliation... as a treat

[ read it on ao3 ]

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John was furious.

How many fucking times would they have to run from some unexpected monster in the dark? How many fucking times would he have to idle uselessly in Arthur’s eyes and hand and toes while Arthur, fragile, mortal creature that he was, had to blindly run and hide and fight to keep them both alive?

He felt like the butt of some grand cosmic joke. He suspected Arthur felt much the same.

Every corner they turned, literally and metaphorically, there was some new horror waiting to ambush them or chase them or persistently hunt them.

He hated it.

He hated it.

It made him yearn to be the King again and he hated that, too.

It wasn’t that he wanted to go back to being cruel and malicious—he liked being his own person. He liked learning about what it means to be human and he loved bickering with Arthur and he wanted to experience more, more, more. But he hated being so… useless. Trapped. Just pair of stolen eyes and a voice locked in a cage. Five slender fingers and some wrist bones.

He didn’t want Arthur’s body anymore.

He just… wanted to be able to help.

“TO YOUR LEFT!”

He wanted to do more than shout directions he hoped would cut through Arthur’s panic.

“The door! Arthur, the door!”

“I’m fucking working on it, John!”

The heavy wooden door snapped closed mere moments before a heavy impact on the other side rattled it on its hinges and sent Arthur stumbling back a step.

“Can we lock it, or- or—”

“I’m looking, I—there! Propped against the wall to the left of the door. It looks like a thick wooden beam for blocking the door.”

It felt like it took ages for them to struggle the heavy beam into the brackets on either side of the door. (John was so fucking angry that the world wouldn’t let Arthur stop long enough to eat. Didn’t it understand he needed to recoup some strength to continue fighting every goddamn horror it wanted to throw at them??)

“Jesus Christ,” Arthur muttered, voice tight with terror. “Ok, that should… that should hold, right?”

The creature slammed against the door again. It shook, but not as violently with the beam in place. Whether or not either door or beam was rotten…

“At least for now,” John said.

Arthur ran a hand through his hair, dragging it up out of his eyes and off his forehead. “Right. Ok. So where are we now? Is there another way out?”

There was a pause as John looked around for the first time, seeing…

Well.

Shit.

“The room is small, carved of the same dark stone as the rest of this place, mostly empty save for a crumbling and rotted desk toward the back…” he trailed off slightly.

“… and?”

“And there’s no other exit.”

Two loud crashes echoed from the door.

John could hear Arthur seethe in the way he breathed and wished he had lungs to do the same. Both of them, trapped and seething like two furious peas in a pod.

“Fucking… typical,” Arthur snapped. He took a deep breath, perhaps trying to let go of his own fury to clear his head as he often did. John picked his fury up and carried it for him. “Right. Ok. Maybe we can use the desk as a weap—”

It might’ve been a good plan, had the door not burst into a shower of splinters under the weight of the creature’s last furious attack on it.

John shouted a warning, but even if Arthur had been able to react in time there was nowhere to go. The room was too small, littered with new tripping hazards, and the gnarled bulk of the creature blocked the doorway. Arthur stumbled backwards as it leapt forward, falling prone with a cry of pain as its weight slammed into him. His right arm swung up and over as he tried to roll to the left out from under it, to try to make a run for the door, for a weapon, for anything.

The scream that tore loose from Arthur’s throat when the creature’s jaws snapped shut on his forearm with a sickening crunch was another that would haunt John for months to come.

The jaws unlocked and Arthur cried out again as his arm dropped to his chest, blind to the creature rearing back above him, aiming for something more vital.

John no longer cared about the minute details.

He knew that Arthur was hurt.

He knew they were probably going to die here.

He knew that he was so.

fucking.

angry.

The creature’s jaws plummeted downward toward Arthur’s neck and John howled with all the rage and hatred and anger and frustration he’d been carrying for days and weeks and months of watching his friend suffer.

Time seemed to hang still, caught in the space between seconds, as reality drew taught and brittle, cracks splintering through it before something. snapped.

A beat, and John’s vision burned bright, technicolor afterimages of tendrils and claws and cosmic fire seared into his eyes.

A beat, and silence and stillness reigned.

A beat, and time stuttered back into motion.

Arthur’s breaths came in quick, ragged gasps, struggling through the pain and panic. John wanted to reassure him they were fine, but couldn’t get his own thoughts to stop spiraling long enough to form words.

What the fuck just happened??

Bad would be some kind of intervention from an entity they already knew (the list wasn’t long, and none of them were kind).

Worse would be some kind of intervention from a new player.

But…

“John!”

John blinked. That didn’t sound like the first time Arthur had said his name.

Oh.

And they’d moved. Arthur sat now, back pressed to the room’s far wall, arm held gingerly against his chest.

“I’m here. I… sorry.”

“Oh thank God,” Arthur said, in something just shy of a sob of relief. “I thought… I don’t know. I thought you were gone again. I don’t know where the creature went and—”

“It’s dead,” John interrupted. While the jury was still out on how exactly it had died, it was very much very dead. The room was a mess.

“… What? How??”

“I… think I killed it…?” He trailed off for a moment before barreling on, lest his own spiraling thoughts drag him away again. “When it bit you I… I don’t know. I hate seeing you get hurt and not being able to do anything to help and I… Jesus, Arthur, I don’t know. I lashed out?”

Arthur was quiet for a long moment. Long enough for John to start to feel uneasy. Would he hate him for it? Accuse him of trying to take over or revert back to the King? They were arguments that felt long since settled, but were things that had briefly occurred to John in his moments of spiraling.

“Jesus…” Another pause, another breath. “You’re sure it’s dead?”

Not… exactly what he’d been expecting, but ok. He didn’t sound upset. John could work with this.

“Very.”

Nervous laughter filled the space as Arthur struggled to his feet, John’s hand bracing him against the wall.

“I don’t think we can trust anything that seems like a boon right out, but… Jesus, John. Have you been able to do that the whole time?”

“No.” That much he was certain of. “I’m not sure how I did it this time, or if I’ll be able to do it again.”

“Right… well,” Arthur paused to readjust his arm, hissing in pain as he did so. “Maybe next time you can do it before the thing gets its teeth in me.”

John hummed thoughtfully, moving his own hand up to gently cradle Arthur’s broken and bleeding arm. “I’ll certainly try.”

[incomingalbatross]

"Love You Too" Amphibia fic?

Thank you!

This is my Sasha & Grime work in progress. It's a 5+1 which I stalled out on... part 5 of, so I DID make good progress. (though not quite as much as it sounds like, since this is also the fic that made me unironically commit to a Fibonacci sequence wordcount - part 5 is as long as parts 3 + 4 put together, and part 6 will be longer than that.)

Anyway the premise is "Five times Sasha said 'love you too' completely unprompted, and one time she didn't." Excerpt, from sometime right after the S1 finale:

Sasha felt her shoulders straighten, felt herself shoving the events of the night deep into a box inside her heart. Someone was counting on her to work her magic. Grime was counting on her. “Even after I lost a duel and…oh em gee, I fainted, didn’t I?” It wasn’t even hard to sound appropriately disdainful, as that realization hit her. “Yikes. That’s a loser move.” “Oh, please,” Grime said. “You're still worth more than the rest of these idiots combined, and you know it…even if falling off that tower was kind of stupid.” Weeeeell, she didn't actually know it right now. But give her a couple days and she'd remember. For now, it was time to pull the mask back on. “Wow. Love you too,” she said with flawless snark. “Way to be nice to the traumatized girl.” Grime’s snort said he'd seen straight through her. But…maybe that was fine.

[cha1cedony]

Finally have my performance with the orchestra in a few hours (super excited)! After that, I have a project to finish tonight (finished the other one this morning), and then some stuff for tomorrow, and then I’m FREE 💪 for a week-ish lol

[red-winters]

got my first jury duty summons in the mail and hello anxiety

[gaygollum]

society if alex hirsch had made gravity falls in like 2005 for 4kids entertainment because i know for a fact their s&p department didnt give a shit

[bearygentle]

HAAAAAH WAS ON JURY PANEL FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES AND GOT DISMISSED THANK FUCK

[oscar-piastri]

motorsport incorrect quotes: 77/?

[deus-ex-mona]

when the plot developments hit just ✨wrong✨

[gabriellerudessa]

Me playing House of Ashes: Amazing, I love the characters, If I manage to get a half of this atmosphere into Walking On My Grave I will be THRILLED, I loved all of them and kerping them alive was SO REWARDING! So happy that Salim got to go back to his son! One of them has a chance at rebuilding after this nightmare! Better play the others The Dark Pictures, I wonder if they are this good?

Man of Medan: Oh, these soldiers are dumb but endearing, oh, yep not them I have to keep alive *meet the ACTUAL ones*.......... You dumb stupid young adults. Fliss I'm so sorry you have to deal with these people, sweetie. "Its not like they would notice a single thing missing", THAT'S HOW PEOPLE GET CURSED, JULIA AND ALEX! By God, I'll only keep you all alive because it is the OBJECTIVE of the game, if it was a movie I would be rooting for the monsters to get everyone but Fliss.

[timebranded]

Lucas wouldn’t touch Mt. Silver with a thousand yard stick. He’s already had his share of terrifying mountain experiences for one person, thank you very much.

[jurysbane]

katelyns gauntlets have poison in the tips