#Tags - To be added

[roadkill-creatures]

Stella Octangula

[darleeno]

[sansuri]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

—> 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

᯽ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞, ~𝟎.𝟗𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

᯽ 𝐒𝐞𝐚 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, ~𝟏.𝟑𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

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𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

᯽ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

᯽ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

᯽ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 & 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 | 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

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𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

✩ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 | 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✩ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 | 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

[sweeneycrow]

got terminated, didn’t sb!

crow. 22. he/they. south asian and white. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️. transmisogyny exempt. formerly tittyfixation /prettyboyzoro. my boyfriend is @pirogieses 💓

normal dni applies, i block freely. only close friends can call me oscar. trans man lesbians and their defenders do NOT interact with me ❤️

you will understand my interests when you gander upon my blog. but i specifically love to write

blog runs on an unntagged queue

[tmntauposts]

Ok so I'm working on a Villain tmnt au (liek my own au not a connon version) And in it I'm pulling a Rottmnt and bayverse and having the turtles be lab animals.

They were genetically modified and have a sorta secondary animals DNA that affects a few physical features as well as instincts. I've got most of them figured out, but I'm having trouble with mikey

So far I've got

Leo–Shark, Raph–Alligator, Donnie–Viper, Mikey–N/A

I'm thinking of either going with a spider or just saying fuck it and making him part alien bur lemme know your thoughts in it.

(Also, they also have a sorta elemental powers/themes Leo–water, Raph–Fire, Donnie–Earth, Mikey–Air)

[pastincarnate]

Xianzhou Natives rarely gets sick besides Mara-struck, especially if you're an adult. Unfortunately for Yanqing, he was under the age of three and still susceptible to illness. This also happened to be his first time sick and he doesn't like it at all. He's been cranky since yesterday morning when all this started, turning everything into a small battle. Usually a happy and energetic child, he's now pouty and lethargic. Though despite his clear exhaustion, he kept trying to play and explore as usual, which lead to his fever spiking.

Jing Yuan obviously can't bring a sick child to work and taking a second day off is not advisable, so he roped in Dan Heng. Somehow, that seemed to work as a charm since the boy is now in bed, silent, no tears, cuddling Dan Heng's tail. No, not his torso as most kids would, but the Vidyadhara's tail. Yanqing has wrapped his arms and legs around it, seemingly refusing to let go. Though, Dan Heng will soon be free, should he wish to, since he had actually managed to make Yanqing drink his medicine and it's clear that the boy is very close to falling asleep, nuzzling the tail he seems so obsessed with.

( @assortedsouls )

There     were     always     the     normal     people     that     visited     and     often     they     brought     with     them     their     own     viruses     and     colds.     It     was     how     they     worked,     they     often     started     one     thing     and     mutated.     Dan     Hang     had     been     looking     into     a     way     to     help     the     Mara-struck     he     really     wanted     to     do     something     meaningful.     Since     he     was     simply     their     Imbibitor     Lunae,     he     had     his     hands     full     with     the     arbor     so     often     times     people     were     delegated     with     jobs.

Not     by     him.     He     tended     to     be     a     work-a-Holic     himself     save     for     when     his     god     son     visited     or     those     he     held     dear.     The     icy     man     could     count     on     one     hand     who     those     people     were.     He     had     received     the     missive     and     had     told     the     boy's     father     to     bring     him     right     over.     There     was     no     reason     for     Yangqing     to     be     ill     while     with     Jing     Yuan     at     work.     Also,     no     as     much     as     he     loved     Mimi     the     cat     was     not     a     good     babysitter     for     a     sick     child.

He     allowed     others     to     think     he     was     "roped"     into     caring     for     the     boy.     Dan     Heng     had     never     taken     in     a     child     of     his     own.     Someday     maybe,     but     right     now     he     was     happy     to     spoil     Yanqing.     The     little     boy     had     been     blurry     eyes,     pouting     and     sniffling     when     Jing     Yuan     had     returned     to     his     duty,     Dan     Heng     had     manifested     his     tail     so     he     could     float     and     read     to     the     little     boy     from     the     book     of     fairy     tales.

In     the     process     he     had     discovered     something     remarkable,     the     little     boy     was     fascinated     by     his     tale,     the     same     way     a     cat     might     be     amused     by     a     feather.     She     Dan     Heng     had     waved     it     and     nudged     the     little     boy     with     it     as     a     distraction.     Next     thing     he     knew     he     had     a     boy     sized     ornament     on     his     tail.     It     wasn't     an     issue     for     him     he     had     allowed     Yanqing     to     cuddle     his     tail     and     drag     it     with     him     into     the     bed.     Anything,     to     avoid     tears     and     crying     while     he     was     sick.

A     picky     eater     the     little     boy     would     refuse     most     foods,     but     he     was     also     sick     so     something     light     was     a     must.     He     would     try     clear     soup     since     he     seemed     to     respond     negative     to     colorful     foods.     He     as     fortunate     his     tail     was     long.     He     fixed     the     soup     and     stayed     resting     at     the     bedside,     until     he     felt     the     squeeze     on     his     tail     of     a     toddler     waking     up. 

“     Are     you     feeling     any     better     ?”     he     asked     him.     The     cool     tail     was     likely     now     warm     though     it     had     likely     been     soothing     initially--it     seemed     to     still     be.  @assortedsouls

[localcryptidsteg]

Spirit Guide Au Masterpost

This is my au cross between Monkie Kid and Kena: Bridge of Spirits!

Im open to answer any questions about it, though it is still under construction

Basic plot:

Legend has it that Flower Fruit Mountain was once home to two thriving kingdoms, until an environmental crisis caused them to turn on each other. Now, all thats left is an island consumed by death, corruption, and the ghosts of the past. Over the ages, the island began leaking horrendously corrupt spirit energy, and many spirit guides have attempted and failed to quell it. As time passed, the rage and anguish of the inhabitants only grew, rendering the island inhospitable and outright deadly. Recently, the corruption has reached the shores of nearby settlements and kingdoms, and two spirit guides, Mk and Mei, set out to investigate the island and stop the corruption.

Chapters:

Chapter 1- Flower Fruit Mountain

Chaper 2- The Mountain Temple and the Monkey King

Chapter 3- Unstoppable Force? Meet Impenetrable Object

Chapter 4- Last Meal

Art:

Mk and Wukong

Macaque

Mei

Princess Iron Fan

Red Son

Demon Bull King

LBD

the Mayor

Camel Ridge Trio

Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy

Syntax, Spider Queen, and co.

Nezha

Extra lore:

part 1

Extra art:

Besties

They didn’t always hate eachother

The gentleman in the dramatic robe objects

The gentleman in the ratty poncho also objects

Swallow the Light

A Last Glance Back At What We Knew

The sun and the moon

[obamousse]

New Fanfic

Name: Love Beneath The Stardom Lights

Rating: General Audience

Multi-chaptered - Chapter 1

Word count: 3,258 words

Characters: Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Suna Rintarou's sister, Suna Rintarou's father, Suna Rintarou's family

Relationships: Suna Rintarou x Miya Osamu

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Happy Ending

Summary

Suna Rintarou - rising star in Japanese acting grounds - had provoked fervor amongst news anchors and the excitable public for three mysteries.

1. Why doesn't he date? 2. Why doesn't he live in lavish suburban neighborhoods with other big names, fully knowing he could afford to? 3. Why is he so quiet about his past?

In which Suna Rintarou - the greatest movie star of 1980's Japan - had reached the pinnacle of stardom budding idols could only dream of, yet all glory and fame were to crumble with one photo, one phone call, and one lover.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58121665

Tags:

@mniqqss

@babeitsseptemberalready

@quysiooo

@tumblinglikeduckling

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Reincarnation AU master list:

IDEA:

Other aus

Basic idea

Inspiration for au

LINK TO ACTUAL STORY ON AO3

Chapter 2 !

ASKS:

THE ZHU FAMILY (WUKONG'S BROTHERS/MOM)

THE FATE OF THE BAD GUYS/ANTAGONISTS

DOES ANY ONE REMEMBER

FAVORITE CHARACTER/DYNAMIC ASK

MK W/ CHI

MAL-CHIN/CULT STUFF/HIT LIST

WUKONG'S REACTION TO HIS LIST OF CRIMES

MUSIC TASTES

SIDE EYES

MA BASED ASKS

WHO'S TALLER: WUKONG OR MACAQUE?

Does anyone in R. AU like to draw? Paint? Etc.

Very Specific asks about au masterlist:

Plot related asks masterlist

Is Gustav aware Macaque exists before Macaque knows about Gustav? If so, how's Gustav feel about him?

Do Rumble and Savage ever get stuck in trees?

Who's sappier: Shadowpeach edit.

What does Ma & Mac & Wukong do on a rainy day?

Red, MK, Ma, Wukong, and Mac's favorite flower?

MOODBOARD/PLAYLISTS:

WUKONG'S

MACAQUE'S

MA'S

TANG'S

SANDY'S

DBK'S

SLAY'S

CHARACTER STUFF:

THE CREED~

MA: BREAKDOWN PART 1 AND PART 2

MA PICREW

MA DRAWING

Ma drawing #2 by @mavratt

MA VOICE CLAIM

SANDY LORE

YELLOW ROBE DEMON TIDBITS

HUA: DRAWING 1, DRAWING 2, TIDBIT, ASK/Art

MEI DRAWING

MEI'S INSANE COUSIN

MISC:

A TO Z FUN FACTS

WUKONG'S SWORD!

WIZARD RULES

NETHERSTONE, CELESTIALITE, AND TITAN METAL

DEMON CLASSIFICATION

OC LIST

SLANG SHENANIGANS

DUO/TRIO/GROUP NAMES

DAYLIGHT LORE

Snipit bc I'm like that ig (ficlet)

Drawings from fic by the amazing @fellow-fandom-fruitifier

Another ficlet, goddamn lol

MEMES/RANDOM CRAP:

Memes: P. 1 P. 2 P. 3 P. 4 P. 5 P. 6 P. 7 P. 8 P. 9 P. 10 P. 11 P. 12 P. 13 P. 14 P. 15 P. 16 P. 17 P. 18 P. 19 P. 20 P. 21 P. 22 P. 23 P. 24 P. 25 P. 26 P. 27

Song things: P. 1 P. 2

Me worldbuilding live: P. 1 P. 2 P. 3

Reacting to canon lines: P. 1 P. 2 P. 3 P. 4 P. 5 P. 6 P. 7

EDITS!! Mac & Slay edit Consensus song edit

TAGS:

Reincarnation au

2nd chances au

me posting my worldbuilding live

:D

[lets-talk-ships]

THE MOST UNCOMMOLY COMMON PREDICAMENT

I don't think I am alone in this predicament but this is my question to all fans: Do you ever feel as if you like a character in the book/show but when you read its fanfics, the character is either severely obsessed over or severely disliked ? And, what's more, you too start fitting into that mold after some time.

[fivc-applcs]

" Hello! This is Kitty! "

Indie. Selective. Hello Kitty & Hello Mimmy from Sanrio. Please read rules & Mun page before interacting

" Have a wonderful day! "

rules - cheese - kitty - mimmy - sidemuses - credits

[god-of-sea]

"Last piece." Foolish mumbled as he put another skull on the circle. Sands from his desert were sprinkled around it, with water inside small divots marking each cardinal direction. It's an old ritual that, if he remembered Philza correctly, would get scoffed at, but it was the only chance he'd have.

The warning from Alt and Herobrine was enough - enough for Herobrine to basically drop Purpled's body into Foolish's arms. The boy's limbs were turning black from the power, and he needed to leave this place before it all collapsed.

He wasn't leaving without Eret, however.

Right in the center he put the last skull; Eret's skull. Wither skeletons had the pleasure of never truly decaying, so her skeleton was perfectly intact - save the removal of the head.

All that was needed now was some of Foolish's blood, so, he grabbed his knife. He pressed the blade against his palm, ready to make the cut when he looked over at the three leaned against a rock.

Purpled, with a little less stains on his arms, cradled Finley's head in his arms while Jr. was tucked into his side. The cloak Foolish had was draped over the three of them. They eye on the coat's clasp flickered blue and white.

With a deep sigh through his nose, and the knowledge Herobrine and Alt were watching, he finally makes the cut.

Once his hand is bleeding, he smears the blood in a circle around Eret's skull and waits.

[francesminos-tt]

Twisted -1-

The countryside was quiet and peaceful, almost ethereal in the late spring sun. There was only one paved road in the small village, with numerous unpaved paths stretching from the main road, like branches from a huge tree, or blood veins from the main artery. The whole village was dead quiet at 3:37pm, only the occasional dog barks reminding people that this was not a ghost village.

Daeron looked at his watch, then the small notebook he kept in his pocket at all times. He could have used his phone for navigation, but the internet was practically useless in such remote place. He walked 3 miles just to get to the entrance of this village, a crooked metal board on a tree, reading Arcadia.

There was nothing Arcadia about this place, Daeron thought, except that it was located in the middle of nowhere. But remoteness and isolation seldom meant idleness. It was a fact known by many that remoteness and isolation was the birthing parents of all things sinister.

Daeron stopped in front of a small tavern and put notebook back into his pocket. The tavern was a three story building located at the center of this village, Arcadia, and the only place for social gatherings. According to its website, it was opened in 1894 and had served the community for more than 100 years. Also, it was the only restaurant and the only “hotel” in this small village. Daeron tried to push the door open, but the heavy carved door seemed to be locked. He knocked, no answer. He rang the easily neglected door bell, still nothing.

“Miss K must be taking her nap now.” A voice came from behind Daeron, nearly shocking the young man out of his skin.

Daeron turned back, only to find a friendly face smiling at him. It was a young man, probably 20 or less, with shockingly dark hair and a handsome face. He was almost as tall as Daeron, but a bit slenderer, his shoulders wrapped under a plain sweatshirt. The collar was too loose, exposing his pale neck and delicate collar bone. He wore a washed tight jeans underneath, paired with a pair of pointy oxfords. He looked like any young adult Daeron had met in the city, but there was a delicacy to him, with his nicely shaped eyebrow, long lashes, flushed cheeks and soft lips.

“I am sorry?” Daeron said, tilting his head to the side.

“The tavern owner, Miss K. She always takes a nap in the afternoon. You won’t be able to wake her unless there is a fire.” The young man said; he sounded boyish, his voice high-pitched compared to Daeron’s deep one. “You won’t set a fire to her tavern, will you?”

“Of course not.” Daeron replied immediately. “I booked a room here, but I guess I arrived too early.”

“Oh, a visitor! We haven’t had a visitor in years!” The young man clapped his hands, his darks eyes sparkling with excitement, “I am Joffrey, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.” Daeron replied, shaking Joffrey’s outstretched hand. Joffrey’s hand was small and soft, perching neatly in Daeron’s sweaty palm. Perhaps too soft for a young man like him.

“Will you come and take a stroll with me? I can tell you some nice things to see around here. Perhaps share a little gossip as well.” Joffrey offered. He seemed friendly, if not a tad too flirty. He came to stand next to Daeron, all giddy and goofy smile. If Joffrey was not a 6 feet tall man, Daeron would say that he was approached by a teenager girl.

Daeron considered for a moment. He had nothing to do. His phone wasn’t working and he had no one to talk to except for this overly chatty young man. Joffrey looked nice, and naive for his age, a perfect starting point for Daeron’s investigation.

“All right.” Daeron said, putting his hands into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the notebook’s leather cover, over and over again, a habit he had developed in the academy.

“Let’s go! We can go see the flower fields! Oh, do you know Mr. X adopted a new goat? We suspect it’s stolen, but he won’t admit it.” Joffrey put his hand into the hollow of Daeron’s arm and hooked their arms together like a pair of Victorian lovers.

Daeron noticed two things. One, not only did Joffrey talk like a girl, he acted like one too. Second, Joffrey used plural in his speech, we instead of I, which meant that he probably lived with someone. It was strange for a young man like him to have such a sense of collectiveness. Most young men in their 20s wanted to be as unique as possible, imagine themselves as lone fighters against the world. Childish and stupid, in Daeron’s opinion.

“You are going to love our village.” Joffrey smiled, his dark lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, “There. That’s our house, just above the hill.”

Daeron looked at the direction Joffrey was pointing and saw a lovely farm house perched on a small hill just off the main road. The house was painted a lovely cream white, with dark roofs and old style windows. It was well maintained with a row of white fences around, a bicycle leaning against them sluggishly. It was idyllic, dreamy, a perfect image of country life.

“It’s nice.” Daeron commented.

“Oh, it is.” Joffrey said dreamily, a shy smile on his face. Was it the dusk, or Daeron’s imagination that Joffrey was blushing?

There were more to write on his notebook, Daeron thought.

[soulstrums]

hello all ! i'm nova (she/her) and i'm here today to finally bring you the quiet sweetheart that is lim sanghoon! he's a cursed one with the silent mission to prove not all darkspawn are bad. he's actually pretty quiet and shy, though don't mistake that for him being unconfident. born of a powerful sorcerer family and corrupted by the rot during his early 20s, he had become a revenant and wasted away due to a refusal to drink blood after coming to terms that he hated the after affect of consuming others memories, but what he hated more was the slow loss of his own. under the cut you will find a bit about his backstory && his personality. if you'd like to plot, give this post a like and i'll shoot you a dm!

. . . b a c k s t o r y .

he was born the year of the first blight, or so he recalls. he remembers being born to a family of powerful sorcerers, remembers that he was particularly gifted in his magic wielding.

but then then 25 years post-blight he had become corrupted by the rot and thus, had been forcefully turned into a creature he could never fathom being or wanting to be. he had become a revenant. a creature who lived off of blood consumption.

and if that wasn't bad enough, the consequences of satiating his hunger was having creatures memories forced into his head, replacing even his own memories that had started to become more and more faint over time. he was forgetting who he was, and where he came from.

and so, quiet bravely (or stupidly, depends who you ask) the young male had decided to stop consuming blood months later. this, in result, led to his health decaying and his being withering away until the abyss, who's rot had affected him, had re-claimed him.

he's not sure how long he was in darkness after that, doesn't remember how long he waited. until finally, a voice in a desperate plea had summoned him and he appeared before her. jang bomi was in horrible condition; clearly on deaths door.

the ritual had been rushed, his bonded was out of it, he himself, was panicked, confused and overwhelmed. by the time they drank each others blood she had collapsed unconscious. it was now up to him to take care of his new-found bond. sanghoon was now a dark one, complete with horns and a tail.

he had taken care of her, made sure her health got better. and he's been with her ever since; they'd moved and he started helping her take care of her little shop, and following his own passion of music in his free time.

. . . p e r s o n a l i t y .

sanghoon, while a sweetheart with a gentle smile, host a dark-side that shows in a more.. protective and possessive light. he will not hesitate to harm for the people he holds dear; particularly his bond.

a lover of all things art; be it music, painting, or pottery. he will happily explain that it's the reason he spends a lot of his time working at the dragon's hoard. he loves the atmosphere, and enjoys the reaction to his bonded's art. other than that, you'll quite often see him in the tavern singing his heart out.

naturally, he's pretty calm and laidback—able to go with the flow. but he's also quick to anger, especially if his dark-side is triggered. then you're just asking for brutal coldness, dominance and violence. just a tip; don't mess with his bond if you don't want to get burned.

as mentioned before, he can be pretty quiet and shy towards people. he much prefers to stick to himself within his little shell, but that doesn't mean he can't be playful and teasing.

on the contrary, due to being pretty young compared to other darkspawn who can live a really long time... sanghoon can be a little childish, and immature. it shows in how he'll get huffy, jealous over nothing and give an attitude like a petulant child when mad.

honestly, at this point he's just trying to live in some sort of peace by doing his best to keep the fact he's a cursed one hidden and posing as a normal, unspecial human.

. . . w a n t e d .

maybe give me someone who understands what sanghoon is going through? perhaps, another gentle darkspawn who is simply trying to keep to themselves.

maybe someone who knew him in his first life when he was a sorcerer?

people who are fans of his music

give me that opposite friendship; the bundle of sunshine with the cold, quiet one (sanghoon)

maybe someone that rubs him the wrong way or vice versa? i think an enemies plot could be fun; always trying to piss one another off for whatever reason.

[tswwwit]

would, or has Dipper ever retaliated Bill’s ‘oh so cute! oh adorable! I could just pinch your cheeks!’ by doing the same thing or something similar to Bill?

Just Bill doing something and despite if Dipper finds it cute or not he just walks up to him like ‘d’aww! that was adorable! you’re just so cute Bill!’

and how would bill react if something like that did happen?

Like Bill's going to sit back and take that from his human. It's clear that Dipper's trying to goad him - and let it never be said he backed down from a challenge!

That being said, I feel like this rapidly escalates in a way that may contain collateral damage.

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Almost a year ago, I had an idea for a quick little two-shot - a before/after kind of fic. I started writing it, kept running out of steam on part 2 and starting over, and then had a great idea for a plot. Nearly a year later, here we are. The fic has nine chapters. This is the prologue - what was supposed to be part 1 of 2 just two darn it. Now it's a prologue. Enjoy!

Summary:

Trapped in the Unknown Regions, Thrawn and the Chimaera stumble upon a secret, one with the power to destroy their enemies – or themselves. Searching for an answer to her nightmares, Che’ri sets off across the stars, discovering long-forgotten mysteries of the Chiss sky-walkers – and that those mysteries were not lost, but stolen. Once more, their paths will cross, and the path of the galaxy will be changed forever.