#and now amn curious

[whirligiga]

put in the tags/explain why if you feel like

personally I love me a good box plot

[hinamie]

色彩 [Shikisai]

[elspethdekarios]

This is my first time doing this so I hope it's right, for the intimacy prompt, some good ole fashion fluff

59.41.21.9.25 if those are too many whichever ones you'd like ❤️

Thank you for the ask! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer. I decided to make this 10x more difficult than it needed to be and combine all of these into one short little fic. I hope you like it! <3

Intimacy prompts:

9. Watching movies/tv shows (I wanted to keep this in the Realms so I took some liberty with this)

21. Listening to someone’s heartbeat

25. Falling asleep in their arms

41. Washing each other’s hair

59. Height difference

The Lightsinger Theatre was bustling with life, a shining beacon of bright gold in a dark winter evening. Young workers in threadbare coats shoveled heaps of snow from the main street to make way for the nobility and otherwise wealthy attendees arriving by horse and buggy. Elspeth and Gale walked hand in hand from the nearby restaurant where they had shared a bottle of bold, red wine and indulged in the finest cheeses and cuts of meat this side of the Chionthar. 

“It isn’t even our anniversary,” El had laughed as she saw the rich feast laid out on the table.

“I have something in mind for that,” Gale smirked, taking another sip of wine. “Don’t you worry.”

“I’m sure it’ll be marvelously simple,” she teased. “A bouquet of roses and some chocolates. A kiss on the cheek. An otherwise normal day.”

“You know me. I’m very practical and not at all ostentatious.”

No, this date wasn’t to mark a special occasion. Gale had bought tickets to a traveling production of The Gilded Unicorn, a renowned grand play of Amn that he had always been eager to see. The two of them spent the past month taking turns reading the play in written form aloud to each other, and finally got to the end just the previous night. All day they discussed how fantastical scenes would be translated to the stage, with Gale particularly curious about whether or not the production would include magic: You know, they could use a minor illusion spell for the stars. Or, better yet, a powerful illusion spell for the Unicorn! I once saw a production where….

Golden lights glowed from the Lightsinger’s entrance, guests mingling as they clutched their cloaks and hurried inside. It was a grand building, with marble columns and a large arched doorway gilded with golden filigree. As they entered, they joined the queue moving slowly up the atrium’s ornate staircase. Gale kept a protective hand on the small of El’s back, and urged her to the step in front of him when the line moved.

She looked at him over the shoulder of her embroidered coat, smiling. “Look who’s taller now.” But when the crowd shifted, Gale joined her on the step, the top of her head level with his nose as usual. 

“Still me,” he said, and planted a kiss on her forehead. 

“Are you, now?” she asked, stepping up again when the line moved.

“Hmm,” Gale mumbled into her shoulder, which was eye level with him now. “I’ll let you win this one. I like a dominant woman.”

“Gale!” 

The play was magnificent, and the seats Gale secured with his position at Blackstaff (and a hero of Baldur’s Gate, no less) were some of the best in the house. They watched with their hands clasped together, Elspeth holding his right hand in her lap with both of her own. He held her cold fingers and radiated a faint warmth from his palm, something he’d grown accustomed to doing since the year or so she’d been in Waterdeep with him. The Baldur’s Gate winters she was used to were much less harsh. They held onto each other even as they left the theatre and walked home, recounting their favorite parts of the play.

“That night sky was so beautifully painted, they didn’t even need magic,” Gale said as they neared the Dock Ward. The well-to-do patrons who lined the streets around the theatre had given way to worn-out sailors and merchants smoking their pipes outside of whatever inn housed them for the night. “I’m sure magic would have improved it, of course, but it was lovely on its own, don’t you think?”

When they reached the tower on the corner of the street,, they fell mindlessly into their nighttime routine, trekking up three flights of stairs to the bedroom as if the night were any other—but the conversation was still lively, their giggles frequent, and their bellies fuller than usual. 

“I suppose we don’t need to take a bath tonight,” Gale stifled a yawn as he untied the laces on the corduroy vest layered over a long-sleeved shirt. 

Elspeth waltzed in front of him, half undressed, wearing only a thin chemise over her leggings. “But think of how warm and cozy it would be,” she said, grazing his hands with her own, gently lifting his arms towards her. Snow was beginning to fall outside the window, and she craved nothing more than a hot bath in her love’s arms to ward off the chill.

Gale slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her into a hug. “If you insist,” he grinned, resting his chin on the top of her silky blonde hair.

The washroom took only a few moments to steam up the room and fog the mirror. They settled into each other in the water, familiar and warm and safe. It was one of their favorite things to do together—lying in the bath and staring out the window Gale had enchanted so they could see out but others couldn’t see in. Tonight, the view of the waterfront street below was peaceful, with only a few passersby huddling up in their coats and hurrying home, or to an inn, or to nowhere at all. It was a game they played with each other—who is that person and where are they headed? There were the familiar faces of course: the elderly grandmother nextdoor who brought flowers home with her at least once a tenday, the children who gathered along the docks playing make-believe pirates, the grumpy middle-aged man and his equally grumpy wife on their way to the market with toddler in tow. Tonight, though, the few citizens who passed were strangers.

“I reckon he’s on his way to the Empty Keg,” Gale said, pointing at a stout man staggering his way down the street, a pipe in his hand.

“He should probably be heading home, by the looks of it,” El laughed as she dipped her head into the water. Gale worked the soap into her hair, his strong fingers massaging into her scalp. He took his time, his movements deliberate. She swore her hair was always cleaner after Gale washed it. 

 They switched positions in the tub, Gale nestled now between her legs as she returned the favor. She took extra care to scratch his scalp with her nails, savoring the way he sighed and melted into her. 

“Why do I ever wash my own hair?” he mused, putty in her hands.

“I was just asking myself the same question.”

Lying in the dark, freshly clean and hair still wet, they settled into each other's arms, the bed exceptionally comfortable as it can only be after an eventful day. El brushed her feet against the soft sheets absentmindedly—a habit she’d had since childhood to help soothe her to sleep. When they first began sharing a bed (or bedroll, rather), she tried to stop, worried the movement would bother Gale like it did her previous lover. But as she became more comfortable, as they bonded so closely that she no longer felt the need to hide any part of herself, she realized how ridiculous it was to keep something so simple and mundane from him. Especially when she struggled to fall asleep, plagued by the occasional insomnia that came with her half-elf heritage.

There is something that helps me fall asleep, she told Gale one restless night in bed at the Elfsong. Repetitive movements.

Like you do with your feet?

I… how do you know about that?

You do it right before you fall asleep and right before you wake up, he said so nonchalantly that she was taken aback for a moment.

And it doesn’t bother you?

Why in the world would it bother me?

Now, more than a year later, she rested her head on her husband’s chest, feet fidgeting under the covers as the beat of his heart thrummed in her ear. Her husband, alive and healed and happy. She smiled to herself, his arm warm around her shoulder, his pulse rhythmically lulling her to sleep. 

[dnangelic]

@kirakiras asked: 'something is very not right here .' -i amn givin u options '// MEME.

' not right ?! uh , w-what do you mean ? everything's fine --- ! i mean , everything seems fine to me !! it's alright , i've got it all handled ! ' he says all of this crouched over a number of electrical plugs , the building itself far from belonging to him , the hallways already plunged into a pitch dark .

no way , why in the world did she come back here ... ?! hands sweat though they still haven't let go of what odd sign she's stumbled upon , herself no doubt maybe having second thoughts or simply having left something behind in the hallway . either way , what a mess ! what was he supposed to do now ?! all he wanted to do was prepare for his heist then go home , but it's just his luck to get caught in the middle of it , isn't it ?!

' i was just --- looking at things ! my mom , uh ... has me fix the lights sometimes , and these look a little old , so i got --- curious ! ' geeze , what a crappy lie . would she believe him ? would she jump to the worst conclusions , or the most merciful ones ? would she even care at all , and finish up her terrifying observations with a plain 'oh well!' and turn before walking away ?! he can't help the pale of his face , or his knuckles .

' i'm ... i'm not gonna do anything , so don't worry ! nothing bad'll happen ! ' ... though , knowing himself , a reassurance like that was plenty a lie , too .

[tortie-tales]

Cicero x Reader

Seriously?

You sighed, wondering why this sort of thing always happens.

You couldn't help but feel a slight resortment towards Astrid. Technically it wasn't her fault that Cicero's... outburst happened, but did she really have to diss the Night Mother like that? While the Keeper was there, nonetheless.

The leader of the family had asked you to find her husband, Arnbjorn, who apparently went after Cicero. Judging by Veezara's wounds, it was clear that Cicero could put up one hell of a fight. But that didn't keep you from worrying about how he would hold against a werewolf.

You hopped off Shadowmere and kicked a rock. You two had finally reached the Dawnstar Sanctuary, and your ass hurt so you wanted to get off of the beautiful creature sooner rather than later.

As you walked around the corner, the stench of blood hit you, turning your own blood into ice.

I'm too late, aren't I?

You ran to the door to see Arnbjorn, injured.

"Should have figured Astrid would send you."

You almost sighed with relief. "You're hurt."

"What gave it away? Ha ha ha ha ha. Yeah, got to admit that little jester is good with that butter knife. But don't worry, I gave as good as I got."

Damn it. "Where is Cicero now?"

"In there! Through the door. Some old Sanctuary, by the looks of it. I would have followed him, but I don't know the phrase."

"I know the phrase. I'll get Cicero, you go home."

"All right, you convinced me. Doubt I'd be much good to you, anyway. The little fop cut me pretty deep. But I slashed him good. Pretty sure I severed an artery. Don't know what you're going to find in there... but you can probably just follow the blood."

Your blood once again ran cold, and a feeling of dread filled your stomach.

You helped Arnbjorn onto Shadowmere and watched him ride away. As soon as he was out of sight, you quickly said the passcode, and ran into the Dawnstar sanctuary.

"Cicero! Where are you?" You were yelling frantically. If Arnbjorn had really gotten an artery, and by the looks of all the blood, he had; then Cicero didn't have much time before he bled out.

"Listener! Is that you? Oh, I knew you'd come. Send the best to defeat the best. Astrid knew her stupid wolf couldn't slay sly Cicero."

You sighed, realizing it wouldn't be as simple as you had hoped.

~~~~

After finally getting through the last of the traps and enemies, you had found Cicero lying on the ground, curled up in a ball.

"You caught me! I surrender! Ha ha ha ha."

You looked at him, slightly irritated. "Cicero, I'm not going to kill you."

His laughter died down, "ha.. you're not?"

"No. Drink this," you handed him a healing potion, "and hold still."

You began to work on mending his wounds, using a mixture of restoration magic and good old fashion bandages.

"What will the listener do now?"

You hadn't thought that far, most of your energy was directed into making sure no one else died.

You sat down next to him. "I'm not sure. I can't tell Astrid that you are alive, she would probably just send someone else to get the job done."

You rested your head on your knees and sighed.

"The Listener could lie."

You sat up and looked at him, wondering what the mad man was going on about.

"Tell her you strangled me with my own intestines! Say you stabbed, drowned, beheaded poor Cicero!" He mimed himself being hanged.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Ok, that could work. Will you just be staying here then?"

Cicero dropped his head on your shoulder, causing you to stiffen. "Mmhmm. Tell Cicero, curious Cicero, why did the Listener spare him? Without any persuasion? Hmmm?"

You relaxed, and felt your cheeks grow warm. "I'm tired of those I care about getting hurt."

You glanced at Cicero, only to see a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He poked your cheek and giggled. "So the listener cares about Cicero, hmm?"

You were pretty sure the blush had grown in size and intensity, but there was no way you were getting out of this one. "Yeah, I do. A lot. So don't die."

Cicero kissed the tip of your nose, causing your face to catch on fire.

"Cicero cares about the listener too.." His voice was no longer light and airy, but deeper and more serious.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead. "Good."

[officialburtcurtis]

Hey, Amn, what would you do if Escapee died right now? I’m absolutely not saying WE’LL do it— and if any of y’all fuckers even THINK about it— but. I’m curious...

Amn tears up.

“I don’t think I could deal with that again...”

[stressedkitkatttt]

Childhood Friends

Basically you and Joel are best friends. I'm sorry if it seems rushed in some parts. I hope the smut makes up for it.

Richard/Yashua Version - Just Like Old Times (same premise, different story)

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Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut, I feel that Joel could be freaky n' shit but I just can't help myself to dominate this man

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You were Joel's best friend. You both grew up together back in California and had known each other since second grade. You were his first everything - first crush, first kiss, first time and vice versa. You, along with his family, had convinced him to do La Banda and when he won a spot on CNCO; you were ecstatic to say the least. And eventually, with his work and your school schedule, you both began to talk less and less until finally you lost all contact with each other. You did watch interviews on CNCO in your free time just to see how he's doing.

During a particularly boring day, you had nothing to do and you decide to watch some CNCO interviews. During one interview about their first times, he mentions you and the first time you both kissed. You were both 15 and his family had invited you over to have dinner with them because you and Joel were so close. They constantly made jokes about how cute of a couple you two would make but neither of you were ready for a relationship. After dinner you both headed up to his room where he had initiated a wrestling match where you let him pin you down. He was blushing when he realized what position you were in. One thing led to another and your lips locked.

After you graduated, you had some free time and notice that CNCO is doing a meet and greet. You finally decide to get tickets to meet CNCO. You wanted to surprise Joel. So you flew to L.A. You book a hotel room and on the day of the meet and greet, you got nervous. You grabbed your pass, keys, purse, and phone before heading to the meet and greet. You were so nervous when you saw them through the crowd. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Joel.

When Joel spotted you, he couldn't believe his eyes. He lights up and is so happy to finally see you again after so long. After the meet and greet, you stay behind with him and you both spend the day catching up on life. The busy day finally lands you two back at his hotel room. Things are a little awkward at first, but a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. Like old times, Joel starts a friendly wrestling match.

You win this time and pin Joel down by his shoulders. You both begin to laugh and Joel places his hands on your hips once you've both settled down. You stare into his chocolate brown eyes before your eyes dart to his lips for a moment and back. His tongue pokes out and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.

You lean in slowly, his neck craning to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You move your hands from his shoulders and into his dark curls, threading your fingers through it. He leans up and wraps his arms around you, one hand landing in your hair and the other to pull you closer to him.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth and gently bite it. He moans and parts his lips. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, your tongue dancing with his. He pulls away first, lips swollen and red. You shove his jacket down his shoulders and he holds you steady as you begin to grind on him through his jeans. You trail kisses down his neck and find a sweet spot just below his ear. You tug his hair gently and nibble on his sweet spot - the moan he lets out is heavenly.

You pull away and take off your shirt, revealing a black lace bra that gave him a nice view of your tits. His eyes lock onto them before he looks up at you, tugging the straps. You reach behind you and unclip your bra, letting your breasts fall free. He moans and grabs them, eyes growing darker as he begins to massage and play with them. "You've grown since the last time I saw you." He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

You toss your head back, keeping him in check with one hand still buried in his hair, giving a few tugs here and there. He switches and gives attention to your other breast, kneading the one not occupied by his mouth. You let him continue for a minute before you want more than just his mouth as work. You tug on his curls and pull his head away, one hand tugging his shirt. He quickly takes it off and throws it somewhere. Your eyes trail down his toned chest

Damn.

You place your hands back on his shoulders and he lays himself flat on the bed. You wiggle your way down his body, leaving butterfly kisses down his abs and to his jeans. There's an impressive bulge and you make quick work of his belt and zipper, sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs and tossing them somewhere behind you.

His dick is standing at full salute and you wrap a warm hand around him. He jerks at the sudden contact. "And you've grown quite a bit as well, Joel." You begin to stroke him at a slow pace, feeling every ridge and vein, sometimes switching up the pace just so he doesn't get too comfortable with one. You take the precum from his tip and spread it around. His hips buck against your hand as you spread the natural lubricant. He was always a bit sensitive around his tip.

After a few more strokes you know he's more than ready when he twitches in your hand. He looks at you with hooded eyes as you move off the bed to take off your pants and underwear, throwing them in a corner. You move back onto the bed, straddling yourself back on his hips. You hover above him, swiping his tip against your soaked folds, the both of you moaning at the contact. You look down into his eyes, "Are you ready?" He nods furiously.

"Please, I need you to do something." He whines, hands sliding to your hips trying to drag you down while bucking his hips, I can't take it anymore!" You nod and lower yourself onto his length, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside you. You both let out loud moans as your walls clench around him.

"F-fuck," you whimper, taking a moment to compose yourself. You didn't know what it was but when you had sex with Joel, it always seemed different from anyone else. He seemed to always fill you up just right, hitting your sweet spot and always had you begging for more. Once you finally catch your breath and get some sort of grip on reality, you place your hands on his abdomen and begin to roll your hips in delicious ways that has the both of you moaning and groaning like crazy. "Joel..." You trail off and clench around his length, making him reply by bucking his hips, hitting deep inside you. His hands are tight on your hips, head thrown back and whimpering your name in a sinful tone.

He bucks his hips to meet your rhythm, sending him straight into your sweet spot. You clench hard around him, nails dragging down his chest leaving red nail marks. He places his feet flat against the bed and bucks up to continue to hit your sweet spot. By now you were seeing stars with every thrust. This was by far the best sex you've had with him.

"Y/N, I'm close," Joel's voice comes out broken as he tries to keep from cumming until he knows you're on the same page. He knows you're close with how your walls clench around him but he also knows you enough to know that you aren't close enough to an orgasm as he is. He opens his eyes and wishes he didn't because seeing you ride his dick, head thrown back and breasts bouncing with each thrust; he damn near cums then and there. He wills himself to hold off until he got you to the edge with him.

Moving his hands from your hips he uses them to push himself up so he's chest to chest with you. He buries his head into your neck, biting a mark just under your jaw; one of your weaknesses. The sensation has your hips stuttering and you grab onto his curls again. Hearing his name fall from your lips and he's struggling not to spill everything he has into your pussy.

Speaking of weaknesses, an idea pops into his head. Anytime you would hook up with him back when you were younger, he would whisper Spanish phrases into your ear and it would have a certain effect on you. He didn't know much Spanish back then, but what he did know he would whisper into your ear and always had you falling apart. He knows a lot more Spanish noe and he's curious to see if it's still your greatest weakness.

He leans up to your ear to whisper dirty nothings into the ear. "Mira lo bien que me tomas. Se siente tan bien tenerte envuelto a mi alrededor otra vez. Te he echado tanto de menos bebé, no tienes ni idea..." He pairs his words with a hand traveling down to your clit and rubbing circles. "Cum for me." He wasn't expecting for you to turn and whisper into his ear.

"Te extraño también, papi." Just like magic, you both lose control. He didn't know you had studied language in school and surely didn't think hearing you speaking Spanish in his ear would be such a turn on.

Your toes curled, your eyes roll back into your skull, and you shout his name to the heavens. He buries his face into your neck, moaning loudly as he bucks his hips into you. You both collapse into the bed, panting and enjoying the post-orgasmic state. The room was silent save for heavy breathing and the pounding in your ears.

You turn to him and he meets your gaze with a hazy look in his eyes. "I've missed you a lot, Joel, more than you know..." He smiles and leans in to plant a soft kiss on your lips, parting so their only millimeters apart.

"I've missed you too, Y/N. I'm sorry I never tried to contact you, I've been so busy. Sometimes I just wish that things were back to the way they were. Before CNCO. Before La Banda. Just you and me, no worries."

You nod. "To be fair, I didn't exactly try to contact you either... Trying to balance school and work is tough."

You lean back and stare at the ceiling, unsure of what to do now. Should you leave and go back to your room? Do you stay with him? You don't have to dwell on either thought as Joel makes the decision for you. He leans into you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, his breath fanning over your shoulder. You lean into his embrace and gently stroke his cheek. You watch as he leans into your hand and his eyes start to grow heavy before closing.

"I love you Y/N," he whispers before finally drifting to sleep. You smile and look down at him. Kissing his cheek and settling into a comfortable spot within his arms you whisper,

"I love you too, Joel."

~~~~~~~

@papichriscnco @cracraforfandoms

[thetitanalone]

u didnt reblog it but BRUH. I HAD A GENIUS QUESTION. top 5 things you'd adjust in retrospect in moramur relating to the gang... i amn,,,a curious player,,,,

LET ME SING YOU A TALE OF REGRET

1 I would incorporate Tirull more tbh. Granted I didnt know what to do with it for the LONGEST time and it like. MAKES SENSE why things turned out this way but now that I’ve actually developed it and put in some TLC Tirull is Very Good and I wish it was more campaign relevant.

2  As much as I liked to brag about not railroading you guys,,, I railroaded you hardcore. You had freedom of course but unfortunately I got swept up in ideas as well as the influence of a codm who was more focused on making cool scenarios for their ocs than leaving room for players to actually have fun. Luckily that became relatively nipped in the bud and as far as I’m aware you guys have a lot of freedom narratively now. ESPECIALLY with the helm of teleporation I so foolishly gave all of u.But still, I wonder how differently things wouldve turned out if it had been more sandboxy

3  This ties into the last one a little but I feel like I give you guys a Big Mission every time that you enter a new area and I don’t really do that many sidequests  :( like and subscribe if U want more sidequests I can still make this change

4 \ I wish I had THOUGHT MORE LOGISTICALLY how the climax of the first arc would go. Granted we were all having a rough day but like I just wish i’d built up to it more, given more background and GODS I wish i’d done so many things different back then. C’est la vie I was a baby DM. I like to think I’ve gotten better

5  I wish I’d intertwined motivation in everyone’s backstories a lot more. I feel like having motivation for multiple characters to all be on the Same Goal would help in certain questlines but like, I think i’ve salvaged enough that you guys are just plain bored sometimes. I had some Rought Moments in the past but! its cool now and I’m happy with where things are

ALL IN ALL I love this campaign very much and though I’d love to heavily revise the past, this is still my first longterm campaign and the fact that we’ve made it work despite so many things and people trying to make it crash and burn is, in my opinion, heartwarming. Regardless of the quality of the story or my dungeon master ability from session to session, campaigns like this are a once in a lifetime thing and I thank the 3 of you for making the experience worthwhile and writing this story with me <3

[couldnt-think-of-a-better-name]

A ONESHOT that foreshadows The Promised Neverland Plot?!

So I bet you thought that I was done screaming about TPN theories and foreshadowing and how it all connects... at least for a little bit...

But no, I am afraid that I have too much time to think on my 40 min bike commute to work, and I am back again like

I know that I probably seem like a crazy person by now, but these ideas just keep on coming the more I look at and think about The Promised Neverland.

This issue of my Mindblowing Theories TM doesn't technically have manga spoilers, but it references both my theory on the SECRET behind the "DEMONS" and the BIRTH origin of NORMAN. If you are not familiar, check my tpn theory tag, as I won't be explaining all the details again.

Right, so who among you has read Poppy's Wish? It is the debut oneshot that Kaiu Shirai-san and Posuka Demizu-sensei did in SWJ before starting the Promised Neverland serialization.

Since Kaiu Shirai-san was a complete newcomer and they haven't even worked together before with Posuka Demizu-sensei, SWJ wanted to test the waters and see what reaction a story by them would get. They prepared Poppy's Wish, and after a positive reception, The Promised Neverland was approved for serialization as well. From my understanding, Kaiu Shirai-san has already written 300 pages of the Neverland script before even meeting Posuka Demizu-sensei, and this oneshot was only prepped after that.

So what's the deal about this? Before I go further ahead, if you haven't read it, I recommend you go and read it at Mangarock or somewhere, because I am going to completely spoil the big plot twists in it, and it's a fun and short little story with nice feels. It won't take long to read, so don't spoil the experience!

Right, so if you have read it, or choose to be spoiled anyway, then let's continue. I will highlight some facts with capitalization that I find curious with respect to my previous theories.

Our main cast is a reclusive and cooky SCIENTIST who has CREATED a toaster with ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE to make him MORE DELICIOUS FOOD since he likes toast so much.

The little toaster wants to have a NORMAL HUMAN body, to be able to GO OUTSIDE into the HUMAN WORLD and make friends.

The SCIENTIST CREATES this SHORT BLONDE HAIRED, BLUE EYED CHILD body for the toaster's AI.

The child toaster now tries to make friends with the FOOD (pizza) DELIVERY lady, but it goes wrong, since the toaster admits to being a robot with AI.

The little toaster is distraught that he should PRETEND that he is a NORMAL HUMAN, not an AI and rans away to the OUTSIDE. The scientist chases him down with a GPS TRACKER.

Before they go home, the little toaster notices something strange about the people outside. They seem to have HUGE, GROTESQUE MOUTHS on their belly, and EAT their food with it UNLIKE normal HUMANS we are used to. Everyone seems to treat this as just completely NORMAL.

Then the scientist explains how people have EVOLVED this way here, and how they took up this NEW SOCIAL CUSTOM of EATING ONLY THIS WAY, with their belly mouth.

Then we go on to the big plot twist, that the scientist ISN'T LIKE THEM, he is a HUMAN from EARTH, a DIFFERENT PLANET, where HIS ANCESTORS ARRIVED TRAVELLING THROUGH SPACE.

Then we discuss the MAIN CONFLICT of the STORY: how there is a DISCONNECT and ANIMOSITY between these two ALIEN (in this case Earth human) vs NATIVE PEOPLE due to the DIFFERENCES in EATING.

Where have I heard of such a story conflict before... hmmmmmm. Wasn't there a manga where two sets of differently evolved people couldn't agree because of differences in eating food? It was slightly different though with one set of people eating the other... but... it. was. the. SAME. d@amned. TOPIC.

Oooh, but the similarities end there, right? After all in this case we have a setting with space travel and aliens. Isn't it funny though how the author plays with our expectations of who are the aliens?

Hahaha, it's not like I had that theory about how those so called "demons" in that other manga were actually an alien species from space arriving there a long time ago... it's not like I thought "oh, what a refreshing take that would be on an alien invasion story"...

But nonononono, the similarities must end there, the cast is COMPLETELY DIFFERENT, riiiiiight?! We don't have a dark haired recluse who learns to accept to be more open and trusting with others, there is no idealist who wants to make the impossible real and be friends with everyone even if they don't like them historically, and we DEFINITELY DO NOT HAVE ANYONE WITH... ARTIFICIALLY CREATED INTELLIGENCE, RIIIIIGHT?!?! Except, if my theory is right about Norman having been born out of a gene manipulation study at lambda...

Hehehehe... What weird coincidences these are! But you know, those other kids NEVER ESCAPE to the HUMAN WORLD. Oh, just a moment there, didn't I also have this theory on how the volume and chapter artwork was foreshadowing an escape to the human world...?

AAAAAAAAAAASSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFFFFSSGHFRGJHJJGRGBBD

KAIU SHIRAI-SAN AND POSUKA DEMIZU-SENSEI HOW DARE YOU... HOW DARE YOU BE THESE ABSOLUTELY GENIUS BEAUTIFUL BEASTS AND DECEIVE ME SOOOOO DEEPLY?! I EVEN THOUGHT WHEN I INITIALLY READ THAT ONESHOT HOW STRANGE IT WAS HOW IT WAS NOTHING LIKE YOUR PROMISED NEVERLAND....

YET THE THRUTH IS THAT IT IS ABSOLUTELY THE FRIGGIN PROMISED NEVERLAND IN A NUTSHELL!!!!!

*foams at the mouth while screams into the ether*

I am done. Officially done. These two mangakas have fried my brain... I can't even... never have I ever enjoyed thinking about a work of fiction so much...

[batmw-archive]

• adding more characters for the AU & ask blog

Yep, that's right. I'm adding more characters :0 because why the hell not lol. And also because the studio seems to be a bit too empty with only Norman, Sammy, Jack and The Butcher Gang remaining. So yeah, here are the new guys! You'll be able to ask them questions too.

The Bendy Animatronic (Or Bendy-Bot for short)

- still searching for his arm ( that arm is long gone, buddy...sorry :/ )

- curious boi

- likes to explore

- likes to collect stuff for whatever reason

- he can speak (sort of) but he usually remains quiet.

- yep, that's a tail. he has a tail.

- has ink inside of him. basically what's keeping him alive.

- big heckin' dork

- - -

Alpha and Beta - Joey's first two attempts at creating Bendy before realizing that something's wrong and updating the ink machine. Neither of them can speak.

• Alpha:

- squishy and sticky

- confused boi

- has no idea what's going on but he's trying his best. leave him alone-

- (" i amn just.......... a litle creacher. thatse it. i canot change this.")

- friendly little ink blob

- his best quality: his wiggles

• Beta:

- t e e f

- b i g c h o m p

- hungry 24/7

- feed him or he's gonna get cranky

- but other than that he's a good boi

- - -

Welp, that's all for now. I wanted to add more but I'm too lazy to draw xd

[melekseev]

so i FINALLY bring you my esc19 toplist, all under the cut, with short comments.

also be aware i literally... enjoy my top 31. so twenty something places might sound bad.. BUT THEYRE REALLY NOT, I JUST LOVE A LOT. i went into this year thinking it was weak, and then after i had this playlist on so much, hello, i love a ton. nevertheless, just my taste and opinions and good luck to all of them~

1. France ABSOLUTE KIN G stuck in first place because this is undoubtedly my most listened song this year, and i'm absolutely hooked on it. i am somewhat worried about that coming revamp, but. but i fcking love this song, and he improved those vocals like d amn 2. Russia i.... am in love. every time i hear this song it gets me into that sort of dramatic ecstasy and it's so big and beautiful that it just... it kills me. i die. thats it 3. Italy soldi is still my jam, and i adore it to bits 4. Slovenia this masterpiece is one i just want to protect. so soothing, i LOVE listening to it, it's just ethereal 5. Netherlands this song, at one point, was almost at every possible spot on my list from middle to top 15, but then it stuck with me and now it's utter love 6. Hungary i adore his voice, no bias. his whole vibe, his unique delivery and technique, that folky sound, like... yes please 7. Switzerland i am not ashamed to say i am utter trash for this song. every single part i love about this. like holy shit, this time switzerland better make it thEY EARNED IT 8. Australia she is QUEEN, i considered dropping it from my top 10 when trying to readjust ONE TIME and upon relistening i instantly was like "okay no way it's going anywhere", i just unironically love it a LOT 9. Norway actual legends... this song just cheers me up to SUCH an extent! love the joiking... i love eveything, bless you norway 10. Belgium at first, i had issues with it, because i wanted a bigger drop near the end, but now i'm just absolutely... in love... it convinced me. the instrumental, the building up, the dark undertone, just. i adore this 11. Poland oH I LOVE THEM SO MU CH. li s t en. i can't explain it, but they give me like a lowkey vibe of soft punk-rock theme but also like...?? japanese pop?? but no, it's polish and slavic and traditional and i'm really really vibing with it, because some of it is familiar from my own culture, and these girls S LAY 12. Albania albania always delivering those vocals.. i love the mystical vibe with the ethnic sound, it's simply gorgeous 13. San Marino can you believe i unironically HONESTLY thoroughly enjoy this song?? serhat is an icon, but his voice actually really fits with this song and i always get super into it. i'm so happy this exists lmao 14. Azerbaijan i'm very very much into this song, and i'm EXTREMELY curious to see how he pulls this off live as it seems to be such a radio song, but i have hopes. i just dig it, like... like a LOT 15. Czech Republic this is the most chill song this year, and despite the silly, easygoing lyrics it's just... extremely fun, and it's been my jam since it came out 16. Croatia listen. l i sten. i love... theatrical. i love big strong voice explosions. this CHILD is talented as fuck. i know many people hate this, but the song actually grew on me, and then today i just honestly love it. i wish the whole song was in croatian, but even with the not so great lyrics, i'm eating it up and singing along. i know he won't make it, but oh well. it's okay Roko, i love your voice and song 17. Armenia i really love this one, too. she convinced me further in amsterdam bc she absolutely killed it (although i feel like she had a nervous slip in the very beginning) but then after that.. holyshit. such a tiny girl with such a huge voice 18. Spain honestly, if you tell me earlier it would end up this high at one point i wouldn't believe you.. i never /hated/ it per se, but i also wasn't really impressed or as into it as most people were. i think the revamp was the one that convinced me in the end, because it forced me to face the fact that i do honestly enjoy this more than i want to. also now im nostalgic towards anything spanish, even if its different, bye 19. Finland yes, this might be nothing special, but i just... enjoy it. i genuinely do, and there are certain parts i especially love, and so therefore. like. yes. 20. Estonia as much as i didn't want to like this originally, i do. like, i really do. it just happened, and i'm not mad about it 21. Romania this song is a big grower for me, and to this day the more i hear it the more i get into it still 22. UK Michael's live delivery elevates this otherwise not so amazing song like... so much. i feel like the UK does tend to send songs with this particular theme, but i actually enjoy it quite a lot when he's doing it live. his voice is impressive, and so... here he. 23. Sweden these two ^ i always moved around together for some reason, as if they were linked, which might be because John wrote both songs, although i learned that later(??? but in the end, i feel like i prefer UK a bit more. this is also really good though, it works, and it has a great vibe for esc 24. Portugal so this one slipped quite far off, as with time i sort of lost the enthusiasm for it. i still find it unique and enjoy it nevertheless though, so it could definitely be worse 25. Greece i'm in quite a pickle because after not necessarily being super into this song, i started to really like it (VOICE, BRUH) but then the amsterdam concert happened. I KNOW she was sick, though, so i sort of have this on hold. if she delivers later, which i'm sure she will, she stays, but if not, this might drop a few slots 26. Lithuania this is another song that just makes me happy and makes me smile, and i can't explain it. i love lionboy. i'm just here for it 27. Serbia her voice is quite literally pristine, i love that she's singing in serbian, and i do appreciate her a lot as i honestly enjoy this song when it's on. it tends to slip my mind, though, which i hate it does, because it's beautiful and i'm rooting for her 28. Cyprus super unpopular opinion, but i actually like this a lot more than Fuego, and don't necessarily compare the two. HOWEVER i do kinda feel like i'm seeing the same thing from the same country, like, immediately after, which makes me a little less excited about it, oof 29. North Macedonia see, the message is very nice. the song actually grew on me a bit compared to the first time i heard it, but i still just... wish it was better. i like it overall, but it's just about pushing it 30. Israel he's actually very talented and on point vocally. the only reason it's not higher is simply because it's just not really my style, but it's one i still appreciate on stage 31. Georgia there is something about this that i like. i respect him, and when near the end there's sooo much power, then especially i really dig it 32. Montenegro the revamp did help them quite a lot, but overall it still kinda feels like a high school chorus, and i'm just not really for it 33. Moldova her voice is really nice, and despite how i found it just... done several times and kind of boring (oops), her live made me appreciate this just a bit more 34. Ireland i feel like this song is just kind of... there, for the sake of being there. it's not even bad, it's just... meh? 35. Malta that chorus is a major turn off for me, and it's neeeearing that point where a song just starts to annoy me... which i feel like is worse than simply not liking something, so it's on thin ice 36. Austria first of all i think her voice is very lovely. BUT... after about the 4th yo-o-o-ouh it does tip and starts to annoy me, which i wish it didn't, but... but it does 37. Belarus i wanna talk about how they had a huge shot with Michael Soul, but i will not go down that road and focus on Zena. this song just feels like a mess to me. like... a young britney spears song, but bad. i really don't get the appeal, at all 38. Latvia hhhhhhh. this one annoys me so much, i just can't begin to explain. it's flat, repetitive, and the chorus (??) fries my nerves in a matter of seconds, IM SORRY 39. Denmark oof... o o of. i don't want to be rude but basically this feels exactly like what you'd expect a junior eurovision song to be like.... except those are actually better. it's just... no. no. way too much sugar. it’s all just... no 40. Germany speaking of songs that annoy me? i feel like this is definitely the one i can't stand the most. *screeches* SISTAH x4 41. Iceland listen i'm not going to talk about this for long but basically i really heavily dislike this for a few reasons and can never listen all the way through without like.. suffering. the funniest thing is that i love the beat. but then.. the singing (NOT even the style) it just. it makes me angry, cuz this could be good. but it's not. also i don't like the pretend-gay stuff. but that's just me

[hayleycwrites]

First Line Tag

Thank for tag wonderful friend @minusfractions ! Since I don’t have multiple WIPs or things posted (a fresh-faced writeblr boi), I figured I’d do the first line from each of the TotW gal’s first drafts so far.

“Post the first line of your last ten published fanfics published or ongoing projects, then tag ten people.”

Chapter 1 - Gwen:  Before she’d even opened her eyes, she knew something was coming.

Chapter 2 - Trina: ‘Well hey there traveller, looks like you’re in a little spot of bother. Care for a hand?’

Chapter 3 - Yue: ‘Follow me kid, today’s your lucky day.’

Chapter 4 - Mila:  Eyes closed, breathing in.

Chapter 5 - Gwen:  On the eve of her 19th birthday, the first dream came.

Chapter 6 - Trina:  She’d been watching him for a while now, peacefully playing his small harmonica in one of the quieter corners of the tavern.

Chapter 7 - Yue: Yue was still reeling from her goodbye’s with Amne.

Chapter 8 - Mila:  All the locals agreed that Elessa Stormfang was a curious sort.

Tagging the TotW taglist bc it feels relevant for this!

@smudged-glasses-writing @woodhouse-jay @txintedsxint @livvywrites @dc-writes @juls-writes (and also @asteriboi bc even if not a writeblr, might want to see)

[chille-tid-universe]

Grassroots Heroes for Hire

The mayor looked up from the writ. “And you are the subject of this voucher?” He glanced from the half-elf with her supple cloak and curious longbow slung across her back at the head of the group to its other members; a young woman with twigs in her hair, armor that seemed too big, and an assortment of large weapons; a stocky dwarf with a dour expression and an axe that glowed with unnatural light; a youth with chestnut-brown skin, barely more than a boy, holding a large book that looked like it belonged in a museum, in a robe that he might have stolen from someone with fuller shoulders; a foppy young man with a bored look and impeccable eyeliner, carrying a shield and some foreign fetish; a terrifying young tiefling whose snow-white robes and holy symbol were completely at odds with her horns and ashen skin; and most startling of all, a damned half-orc (a half-orc, in his town!) with a wide hat, salt-stained overcoat, and two sharp blades swinging from her hips. This last one stood in the corner, leaning against the wall, as if she at least had the courtesy to recognize exactly how poor in taste this meeting was.

Robyn cleared her throat and swept her eyes over her little band of misfits, glaring at Charlot to straighten up and at Nula to join the rest of the party. “Yes, your mayor-ly-ness. The duke of Hartfordshire was quite satisfied with our assistance rescuing his daughter. We even saved most of her caravan, as well. Well, most of them who weren’t killed by the time we found them, that is.”

“Indeed.” The mayor’s eyes lowered to the parchment again. Everything certainly appeared to be in place, at the very least. He had never met this duke, but he knew from several books in his meager library that Hartfordshire was indeed a neighboring town to the east of his own, as much as “neighboring” could be used to describe any locations in these lands. Still - he glanced back up at the assortment before him - this lot hardly had the look of heroes. Some of them looked to be barely old enough to be on their own! He couldn’t begin to guess at the half-orc’s or dwarf’s ages, but the rest looked like they should be helping out on their parents’ farms right now. The only people who stood with any sort of authority were their half-elf leader, who at least seemed old enough to marry, and the strange boy with the dark symbol, who reminded the mayor of the pouty prince who had rolled through the town when he himself was just a boy. This young man exuded that same air of boredom, as if the surrounding world existed to entertain him and it was doing quite a poor job of it. That prince had been quite a pest, from what the mayor recalled.

It was the odd girl wearing a tree on her head that stepped forward, smoothly admitting, “We know we don’t look like much, sir, but we’ve heard from your citizens that there have been other adventurers sent after your problem, to no avail. Surely it couldn’t hurt to send a few more?” The mayor found himself nodding to Isolde’s suggestion. His citizens, he liked the sound of that. What could it hurt, indeed?

The mayor nodded more deliberately. “Very well, I suppose the voucher says what it says, and we’d be happy to have your assistance. The mine is a couple hours’ travel to the south.” He made to return to the papers scattered about his desk, but a slim hand quickly poked into his line of sight.

Robyn cleared her throat again. “There’s just the matter of payment…”

~~

The band traveled down the southern road with a spring in their step. The mayor had not been keen on paying half upfront, and Nula had needed to lean over his pretty wooden desk and begin cleaning her nails with her dagger before he would reconsider and offer them twenty-five percent before and the rest when they returned with proof the mines had been cleared. Twenty-five percent! Robyn could almost sing. They were certainly on their way; before long, their reputation would precede them up and down the Sword Coast, and perhaps they would even start being recognized in the cities they visited!

Not that Robyn would allow them to venture into a city quite yet; Nula’s bar-fueled argument in their last city had been quite eventful, and Charlot had warned the group that the guards were sure to spread word of the temperamental half-orc pirate-ess and her strange companions to every city on the continent. Robyn felt certain he had been joking, but was unwilling to test it, not before the gang had worked up a level of professionalism that would help to offset the looks of confusion and distrust that greeted them wherever they went.

And this sleepy little hamlet with its classic woes of kobold infested mines were a perfect step along that path. Robyn hummed a little tune as they marched, her left hand upon the flank of their trusty pony. She had taken to calling him Eye-gak, after she overheard Oskar murmuring it to the beast in a town months back. It was a quirky sort of name, but she felt it fit well with what the team had going on. Across Eye-gak’s saddle was a handy portable chest, nothing too ostentatious, just a locked box for them to store their meager riches and the documents they managed to weasel out of their previous employers, vouching for their reliability to their future hopefuls.

Ahead of her, Charlot and Uzza were arguing again. For clerics of the grave and life domains, Robyn supposed she should be happy their discussions were rarely confrontational. At the moment, however, Charlot was trying to convince Uzza that he could render her more palatable in the loftier company they would surely find themselves in before long.

“I’m not saying that tieflings are unheard of in the proper ranks of society, dear, I’m simply saying that you present an odd blend of ideas, and it can be better to go along with what people expect of you than force them to face their own bigotry.”

Uzza bristled as she turned to the boy. “I’m not interested in how your nobles see me, Charlot. I spent my childhood begging for scraps. I won’t demean myself again, not to be subjected to the worldviews of those who think themselves above me. Especially not to appease the normalcy of people with more gold than I’ve ever seen!”

Charlot raised his hands in defense. “Not everyone with wealth is the enemy, Uzza.” He smiled wide and wrapped an arm around her. “Fear not, Charlot will guide you through the scary halls of the rich. Perhaps just a light foundation to even out your skin tone, maybe a nice flowery headband to cover those horns…” Uzza groaned, but Robyn saw her mouth quirk in a smile.

Behind her, Robyn heard Idu going on about his many misadventures as a youth on the streets of Amn (truth be told, Robyn felt Idu still qualified as a youth, but she would never say as much to his face). As always, Oskar clung to every word from the younger boy; Oskar had spent most of his life in the mines of his home, and often found the workings of “above-ground” civilization fascinating. Idu clearly picked up on this an embellished from time to time. Robyn suspected he had run out of factual stories early on, but she had to admit the boy had imagination. As he described a flight from a particularly nasty street-guard, using nothing but the friendship of a wild monkey, his free arm swept in wild arcs. Idu always clutched that fancy book close to his chest, as if he were afraid his wonderful life of traveling would disappear if he let it slip for a single moment. Robyn could sympathize; she oftentimes had to remind herself that all this was real, and that she had indeed managed to bring together such an amazing group with whom to spend her days.

Beside Oskar, Isolde nodded along to the story, gasping at all the right moments and asking the questions Idu was clearly fishing for. Isolde had explained to Robyn when she first joined the gang that they were a lovely example of the balance the paladin wished to instill in the world around her; Robyn sometimes questioned the balance of the team, but was thankful for the comparison. The girl’s hint of a smile and perpetual far-gazing eyes lead many to assume she was none too bright, but Isolde always managed to ask precisely the right question in the most flattering tone to further the party’s interests. She had been quite instrumental in obtaining several of their recent jobs.

As Idu reached the end of his story (with a flourish had Oskar nodding and Isolde politely clapping) Nula snorted and sauntered over to the three, sliding a blade along a whetstone as she grumbled, “Nice story, Books, must’a been real hard running from a fat old man. Ever run… from a kraken?” Idu’s eyes brightened visibly. If Oskar enjoyed Idu’s tales, Idu lived for the yarns the half-orc would spin. “There I was, lookout in the middle o’ the night, naught but a sliver of moon to light the frosty waters o’ the Sword Coast. The crew lay a’bed below decks, a senile ol’ lubber tending the wheel, when I hear a deep rumblin’, like a thousand bellies cryin’ for gruel…”

Robyn chuckled as she listened. She knew Nula was not much older than her companions, but her size and confidence made that easy to forget. Like Idu, Robyn suspected that many of Nula’s tales were far from the truth, but it was much harder to pick fact from fiction with the half-orc.

Nula was just getting to the part where a writhing tentacle, cut from the monster, knocks the captain overboard when Charlot stopped in his tracks, head tilted to the side. It took a moment for the storytellers to notice, and then they slowed to a stop, as well. “Hear that?” the boy asked, eyes scanning the skies above them. Robyn strained her ears a moment, and was about to ask “What?” when Isolde pointed to the east. As Robyn followed her finger and saw a cluster of specks growing larger, she heard an unearthly melody fill the trees around them.

“Harpies,” Nula growled, tucking her whetstone into her belt and drawing her other sword. “Looks like a small group, three, four.”

Robyn nodded, deftly sliding her longbow from her shoulder and reaching for an arrow. “Ready yourselves,” she called, nocking and drawing the arrow. The party fell into position easily, with a familiarity that would have had Robyn smiling under other circumstances. Uzza, Isolde, and Oskar gathered between the others and the approaching shapes, donning shields and reaching for weapons. Oskar flexed his hand, and his trusty battleaxe winked from its holster to his grip.

Charlot and Idu stepped up beside Robyn, with Nula stalking the area around three, leaving herself plenty of room for what she referred to as her “dance o’ death”. Charlot tossed back his hair and fingered his dark talisman, cold power seeping from his fingers as he breathed words of power. Idu flipped open his spellbook deftly, long fingers easily finding the proper worn pages, by earmark or familiar wear, and he held two or three fingers in different places in the book, keeping his place should he need certain spells. Satisfied, the young boy nodded and turned his eyes to the approaching beasts, an excited curiosity tinged with cautious fear twinking there.

Robyn slowed her breathing as the harpies gained definition. Before long, they had entered the range of her longbow, and with a practiced focus the half-elf let fly her first arrow. Before it had struck its target Robyn had fitted another into the nock, and as she pulled the string back to the corner of her mouth, she saw with satisfaction that one of the three shapes had fallen significantly below its friends. She aimed at the lower harpy and fired again, and by the time she had fitted her third arrow, the harpies had arrived.

As they swooped down past the trees, their tempting melody reached a crescendo, and Robyn found herself screwing her fingers into her ears. A moment passed, and then she looked around to see the harpies landing among the group. She noted that Oskar and Nula were the only people who appeared to be affected by the siren’s song of the harpies, and the rest of her band were already reacting.

Uzza gripped her holy symbol and gestured at herself, Oskar, and Nula, chanting in a strange tongue until a faint aura began to glow around the three. Oskar and Nula both grunted a moment later, shaking their heads and jumping upon the nearest harpy.

Isolde’s twig-crown glowed a verdant green, and she struck at the harpy approaching her, thick vines erupting from the ground at the beast’s claws to grip her tightly. Idu took this as a cue, and pointed ominously at the trapped harpy, summoning a skeletal claw that gently passed through the beast’s ribcage, causing part of the melody to turn to shrieks of pain.

Nula directed her twirling blades at the harpy that had snared her attention. With a cry of “Avast, ye!” the half-orc darted around the harpy, slicing this way and that before pulling away with a grin, deftly avoiding a slicing talon as she stepped outside the harpy’s range. Charlot took a breath and held his hand out at the harpy, pantomiming swinging something large, and a second later a deep, ominous DOOM DOOM DOOM filled the air around the wounded harpy. The bell’s tolling almost drowned out the creature’s death wail, and Nula cried out with a loud laugh as the harpy fell still.

Robyn turned her attention to the last harpy, sliding her arm through the longbow while in the same motion she pulled the whip from her belt. She whistled, a piercing sound that had the intended effect of the harpy swiveling its head on an owl-like neck to the half-elf. Robyn smirked and flicked the whip, slashing the side of the harpy’s wing and causing the whip to CRACK as it struck. The beast’s eyes widened at the sound, and Oskar took the opportunity to flourish his glowing battleaxe at the startled harpy, sending a flaming bolt at it to crash between its wings. He then yelled a dwarvish battle cry and darted toward the harpy, swinging his blade down between its shoulder blades and sending it to the ground.

That left one harpy, tangled in vines, with Isolde and Uzza standing on either side of it. Isolde continued to strike from afar with her glaive, her serene face set in grim determination. Uzza closed her eyes and called out, lifting her holy symbol skyward. In response, a pillar of holy flame fell from the heavens, engulfing the screeching harpy and the vines that bound it. As the group gathered around, the charred harpy body crumbled to ash.

Robyn nodded at the group, watching as grins spread across their faces. “Good job, team. Uzza, would you mind seeing to Oskar and Nula? I think the harpies got a few scratches in. Isolde, nice work with the vines. Idu and Charlot, try focusing on the same target next time. But excellent work, everyone!” The party began chatting and laughing, and Robyn went to recover trusty Eye-gak, who had begun grazing at the roots of a nearby tree. She glanced at the sun’s position and looked to the south, seeing the mountains rising there. Still an hour or so to go; still plenty of time. She nodded to herself and began to shepherd the excited comrades, urging them to continue their march.

~~

The group quietly made their way down the dark corridors of the mine. Their talk had diminished as they stepped into the mouth of the cave system, their voices echoing along the walls before Robyn hushed them. Now, they marched down the main passage, torches scattered among the group, while Uzza kept a sharp eye out ahead. Robyn held her longbow aloft as they walked, elegant silver runes flickering across the arms in the near-darkness of the mine. They had been traveling down the mines for less than an hour when Uzza stalked back to them, her snowy robes luminescent in the torchlight.

“Kobolds,” she hissed when she got closer. “Off to the left, a hundred feet further.” Robyn motioned for the group to prepare themselves. A minute later, they had doused their torches and gripped arms, walking as quietly as they could manage with Oskar and Uzza leading the way. A minute later, a series of squeezed palms indicated they were approaching the entrance that Uzza had spied, and the blinded members of the party saw a faint glow up ahead. They waited outside the branched passage, barely able to see each others’ faces, until Robyn whispered, “Now!”

All at once, Oskar and Charlot jumped into the opening, raising their hands as blips of light sparked into life around the cavernous room. Idu stepped out from behind them and took quick assessment of the situation, then gripped a small bag from his cloak and muttered a few words. A miniature sun burst into existence among the thickest concentration of kobolds, who screeched and scrabbled at the rocky ground to pull themselves away. Idu swept his hand in front of him, and the burning sphere began to ominously cross the room, incinerating the scaly hides it collided with.

Now fully able to see, the rest of the party darted into the room, whip, glaive, and swords eager for purchase as the frenzied kobolds attempted to avoid the flaming death-ball and the new enemies. A group of braver kobolds began to swarm the party, some waving their arms and gibbering while the rest darted in and out, poking with makeshift weaponry.

Isolde kept the kobolds at bay with her glaive, waving it back and forth as they tried to approach her, and soon the frustrated kobolds turned to the half-orc who was laughing as her blades left crimson afterimages in the magical light. Robyn used her whip to discourage the kobolds who were attempting to flank the party, forcing them to choose between approaching the heavily armored frontline or the slow advance of Idu’s flaming sphere.

The slaughter lasted barely a minute, and as the sounds of dying kobolds quieted, Uzza saw a flicker of movement across the room. A small cluster of kobolds were fidgeting with a pile of rocks in a corner before one of them seemingly disappeared. Uzza called out to the group and raised her holy symbol, causing an illuminated gout of flame to crash down on the spot of the remaining kobolds. One fell over, dying noisily, while the other yelped and dove headfirst into the rocks, scorched backside trailing smoke. The rushed escape dislodged the larger rocks, and part of the wall sunk in on itself, revealing a tight passage out of the room.

The group turned to Nula, who grunted, “Figures,” as she removed her hat and rolled it carefully. “Alright, let’s follow the scallywags.”

~~

Luckily for the half-orc, the secret tunnel widened to more spacious dimensions several feet in. The kobold had scurried on ahead, and Robyn reminded everyone as they walked on in the dim light of a weakened light spell that they should expect a fight when they reached the end of the passage.

When the tunnel began to widen enough for them to adjust their order, Oskar took the lead. There was a sharp turn, and then the party found itself face to face with a group of orc warriors. Oskar raised his shield and chanted for a moment, a golden aegis illuminating the air around him as arrows flew through the air. Most were deflected, and Uzza was quick to press her hands to the resulting wounds and murmur words of healing. By that time, Nula and Isolde had jumped out of the tunnel and rushed the orcs.

Idu and Charlot stuck behind Oskar, nodding to each other and directing their spells at the furthest orc archer. Robyn stepped to the side and steadied her longbow, focusing on its innate power as she fitted her arrow. Silvery runes flowed across the surface of the bow and into the arrow, lighting it with traces of moonbeams. The shining arrow flew across the chamber to the orcs, a brilliant afterimage tracing its path. As battle was joined, a rumbling came from another entrance to the room, and Charlot’s head snapped around, calling out, “Undead!” seconds before a mangled group of dead kobolds shambled into view. Some were missing limbs, others had crushed skulls, but all moved steadily toward the party. At their rear, a larger orc strode, eyes aglow with dark power, hands reaching out to the zombified minions.

Charlot and Uzza caught each other’s eyes and both ran to the approaching horde, Charlot lifting his dark talisman while Uzza clutched her holy symbol. Both began a similar chant with vastly different inflections, and as one their voices rose in volume. The combination of holy and unholy power swept forward over the marching corpses, and a majority of the bodies shuddered and began to fall back, mouths vocalizing frightened grunts if they worked at all. The orcish shaman growled with displeasure, cuffing one of her turned minions across its collapsed face as it ran by, sending it crumpling to the floor. The shaman turned to the clerics and narrowed her eyes, lifting a gnarled finger to the tiefling. As Uzza’s back arched in pain, an arrow went soaring past the two and embedded itself squarely in the shaman’s chest. Sensing the seepage of the orc’s life force, Charlot smiled and swung his hand out, an echo of bells filling the room as the shaman fell to her knees. Uzza smiled at the boy in thanks, then grimaced as she turned to the foul necromancer. She felt divine might pass through her as she lifted her symbol aloft, and a moment later the orc was engulfed in holy fire.

In the resulting frenzy, wizards and clerics alike picked off the scrambling zombies, while fighters and paladins and pirates took out the remaining orcs. When there was one orc left standing (apart from Nula), the pirate held her blades to his throat. “What were you after down here, ya lubber?” she growled. The orc spat at her feet.

“I answer to no traitor,” he grunted in broken Common. “Found holy site for shaman, born again soon! You pay then!”

He then threw himself at Nula, but simply fell upon her swords. She cleaned them on his shirt and turned to shrug at Robyn. “Worth a shot.” The half-elf nodded in understanding and motioned to Oskar and Uzza. The two headed down the passage the shaman had emerged from.

As they walked down the dark corridor, they heard the grave-moans of the undead that had escaped the slaughter in the previous room. As they came upon the aimless bodies, the two dispatched of them with mystical flame and ensorcelled axe. After a few twists and turns, the passage ended with a foul chamber littered with skeletons, and a sickly slab of granite posing as an altar. It was there that they found cruel instruments and implements of torture, along with crudely written notes and several chalices of liquid that resembled blood. In one corner, a pile of clothes and trinkets were tossed unceremoniously.

Once the rest of the party had been summoned to the final chamber, Idu glanced around and immediately came to a conclusion. “Looks like this is where that shaman was raising her dead,” he remarked, gingerly leafing through the notes, which appeared to have been written on dried, leathery skin. “The rest of the tools here seem a bit superfluous, though the altar does appear to be some sort of locus for necromantic power.”

“Any way you can shut it off?” Robyn asked, not particularly hopefully. When Idu shook his head after a moment’s thought, she continued, “I suppose that was a bit optimistic. Oskar, reckon you can cave in this room?”

While the dwarf silently paced the length of the room, pressing his hand against the wall in certain spots and mumbling to himself, the party did its own search of the room. As Isolde was digging through what were assumedly the miners’ belongings, she let out a gasp and held up a wooden medallion. “An oak medallion! My mentor told me about these. Woodland elves are known to carry these with them as they travel, to always have a piece of their home with them.”

Nula bent down to examine the talisman. “It’s made from the wood of their homes?” she asked, squinting at the carved insignia of a wide tree.

Isolde snatched the medallion away from the half-orc. “No, it summons a tree.” Nula back away, wary of the narrow walls surrounding them.

After Oskar had finished his circuit, he grunted in affirmation and turned to Idu. “Could you shatter these two points?” He pointed to an area of the ceiling and a section of wall that appeared to already be crumbling.

Idu glanced down at his spellbook and nodded. The party retreated further down the passage and waited as Idu sat cross-legged on the damp rock floor and opened his spellbook in front of him. Several minutes of preparation and chanting later, Idu jabbed from the spellbook to the chamber, uttering a binding word and releasing the spells. Two loud cracks rang out from the chamber, and a torrent of boulders fell from above, splitting the altar and filling in the skeleton-strewn room. As Oskar had intended, there was no spillage into the corridor.

~~

Spirits were high as the party emerged from the dank caves into the setting sunlight. It would be full dark by the time the party made it back to the village, but Robyn was eager to return and report their success to that doubting mayor. The gold was certainly welcome, but Robyn thrived off of the looks of astonishment her team invariably earned as they proved their worth. Today the mayors and innkeepers of the realm learned to expect great things from them, but perhaps tomorrow it would be kings and queens who granted them vast boons for completing daring quests. Robyn knew it was only a matter of time.

[hanakospiritofthetoliet]

Good Luck Charm (Yagi Toshinori x Reader)

Good Luck Charm (Yagi Toshinori x Reader)

Mornings; the feeling of the warm sunlight as it falls in beams between your curtains, lighting your face as it warms that soft curve of your cheek, basking in the glow as it gently awoke you from your slumber. That was not how your mornings usually, or actually ever, began: in fact, they involved you sleeping in, too comfortable and cozy to ever even consider crawling out of bed until you had to. The reason for crawling out of bed? Your boyfriend, Yagi Toshinori. The man was a sweetheart, kind, brave, a bit of a goof and a worrier but all around, he was just the perfect man to you. Despite being charmed and charming him to become your love, the one thing that kept this from being the perfect relationship was his schedule. Between his job at UA as a teacher and his hero work, you rarely had time to spend together but you did find those scarce occasions in the form of walking with Toshinori back and forth from UA, relishing in those fragments of time spend together, even if it meant sacrificing your sleeping in time as you woke up and trekked to your meet up place, waving at him when you saw that human sunflower walking down the street.

 "Morning, Toshi!" you greeted the lanky man in a cheery tone, smiling wide, "Are you ready to teach today?"

 "Morning," he greeted you back, returning your smile with a small one of his own, "And I suppose I am."

 "Really? What makes you say that?" you cocked your head to the side, curious as to what gave him more confident as a teacher now.

 "I found a book that'll help me become a better teacher," Toshinori pulled out a small book out of his bag and handed it to you, the title reading 'Even Dummies can be Teachers!', "See?"

 "It seems like a perfect guide for you," you pester him a little, flipping through a few pages of his surefire teaching manual.

 "Thanks," Toshinori took his book back, a little flustered as he tucked it into his bag before grumbling to himself, "Shit."

 "What's wrong?" you asked, biting your lip as you thought maybe you teased him a little too much.

 "I forgot my lunch at home," Toshinori sighed, knowing he made it but the excitement over his new book made him forget to pack his lunch.

 "Here," you tugged on his arm, signaling him to stop in front of a convenience store, "We can pick something up for you there."

 "I can do that myself," Toshi chimed, knowing with you by his side, the pair of you would get distracted, take forever in that store, and he'd be late for class... again.

 "If you're sure," you hummed, letting him do his own thing as you'd wait outside for his return.

 "I'll be right back," Toshi said, hoping to be quick as he liked spending time with you in these like these rare, peaceful moments. Waiting outside, you spotted a few gachapon machines outside the store, filled with little charms of Pro-Heroes. Gachapon machines were a bit of a guilty pleasure to you and seeing as you were waiting for your boyfriend to get some food, you figured you'd give it a quick shot.

 "Might as well try my luck," you hummed, digging some change out of your purse and dropping it into the slot, hoping you'd get the one hero you were desperate for, "Please, please, please please!"

 With a few spins of the dial, you stopped when you heard a small clank and held your breath in anticipation. Followed by the rolling of a little plastic orb down the tunnel, the ball lightly tapped against the door of the hatch. Eager to see what, or who, you got, you popped the ball in half and squealed in delight, jumping up and down in excitement. "YES! I got him finally!"

 "Got who?" You stopped your little victory hops when you came face to face with your boyfriend, replacement lunch in hand as he gave you a peculiar glance.

 "My favorite hero, of course!" you showed him your prize, a little All Might cellphone charm. Toshinori coughed up a bit of blood, looking rather flustered as you put the dangler on your phone.

 "What makes him your favorite, (y/n)?" he inquired, finally calmed down as he wiped the blood away from his mouth.

 "He makes makes me feel safe and sound despite all these villains running around," you answered as it was your turn to blush now, placing a hand on your warm cheek, "And he's a total dreamboat!"

 "I-I see," he had to fight back another cough, hoping this flushed appearance would disappear by the time he arrived at UA, knowing some of the staff and students would tease him to no end about it.

 "And now that I have him here, it's like there's a little piece of him protecting me all the time," you tacked on, smiling sweetly at the trinket.

 "He's good luck charm then?" he suggested, perking a brow at you.

 "Mmmhmm," you agreed, giving him arm a small squeeze "But still, he's no substitute for the real deal."

 "So, you're saying you have a crush on him," Toshinori teased for now it was this skeleton of a man's turn to tease you.

 "No-o," you grew even more red as you protested, scrunching your nose, "You know I like you more, Toshi."

 "I know," he simple replied, stopping one block away from the gates of UA and turning to face you.

 "Well, I guess we got you here just in time," you murmured, knowing you wouldn't see him till school got out or worse, if he got called to perform his hero duties, "I'll see you after school... right?"

 "Of course," Toshinori reassured you, leaning down slightly to kiss your temple, a small offering to help pass the time till he could be with you again.

 "Good luck," you gave him a small but thankful smile as he departed to teach the new generations of heroes, knowing he'd do just fine, even with the help of that silly book. Shaking your head at the thought, you turned back to head home, that little All Might keychain bouncing with each step you took, just a reminder that you ever always protected.

 ~~~Working Timeskip~~~

 That same dull thud of tiny, colored plastic tapped against your hip as it kept in rhythm with your feet as you walked down the street, heading back to the street corner where Toshinori and you departed that morning. A sudden buzz made you jump a little, forcing you to stop in a little alley you usually took as a shortcut to the school. Reaching into your pocket, your phone screen lit up with a text from Toshinori.

 Sorry but I'll be late, got held up at work - Toshi

 "Damn," you groaned but knew this came with the territory of dating him, taking a deep breath to relax yourself as you texted him back.

 Don't worry, I'll wait at the usual spot - (y/n)

 As you were ready to tuck your phone back in place, you heard a gruff voice behind you, making all the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall as you turned to see a rather dark figure approach you.

 "Where do ya think yer going, babe?" he asked, a cocky smirk lined his face as he flexed his fingers together. You gave him the quick up and down, noticing his hands looked much like clamps as the stranger continued to get closer and closer.

 "That's none of your business," you stated bravely, or stupidly, not sure of which as you began to step backwards towards the opposite direction.

 "Well I'm making it my business now," the man suddenly reached for your arm, tugging you close and making you drop your phone, "So stay a while."

 "Let m-me go!" you gasped, trying to fight back as you tugged and tugged to free your arm from his grasp, only to find his grip tightened the more you tried, "Ba-ack off!"

 "That's right, keep struggling," he smirked, yanking you back into the alley to do who's knows what to you.

 "Da-amn it," you spat under your breath, deciding that fighting might be your only way out as you tried to aim your fist at his face. Your plan backfired though as he caught your arm in his vice like grip, practically reeling you in like a fish on a reel as you feebly cried out for one last pathetic attempt for help, "PLEA-ASE, SOM-MEONE, ANYONE-E, SAV-VE ME!"

 "DETROIT SMASH!"

 Then everything happened in a flash; a blur of red, white, blue, and yellow jolted before you, a bright burst of light, a gust of wind knocking you back, your hands freed from the grasp of that creep, and voice so strong, so confident, and so familiar, you know it could only be one person.

 "A-All-l Mig-ght?" you stuttered, voice shaky as you rubbed your wrists, sore from your ordeal but good enough to stand and watch as the Number One Hero punched this villain in the face, knocking him unconscious as well as into the ground.

 "Are you alright, ma'am?" he asked, straightening up as the Symbol of Peace now turned around to face you, flashing you that wide grin.

 "I- I am," you stammered, tripping over your words as you were still awestruck by the Pro-Hero, "I- tha-ank you-u for sav-ving m-me."

 "Of course," he gave you a thumbs up before picking something small else off the ground, handing it to up, "And I believe you dropped this." It was your phone, still in one piece despite the short-lived fight in the alleyway.

 "Than-nk yo-ou!" you sputtered, reaching out to take your device back with both hands, "I-" Before you could finish, All Might interrupted, placing his other hand on top of yours, locking them in place between the pair.

 "And don't worry, I'll always protect you," he patted your hands softly before letting you take the phone back, the All Might charm a little damaged and chipped but still holding on for dear life, "Even if it's just a piece of me."

 He then turned back and lifted the limp man and threw him on his shoulders to take him into the police, still carrying on his hero duties and still looking out for you, even in the form of a little toy dangler.

 ~~~Epilogue~~~

 "TOSHIII!" you yelled as you dashed to your meeting spot like a madman, huffing and puffing before almost crashing at his feet. Toshinori took your hands into his, helping you keep steady on your rubbery legs which burned from the constant running to arrive here on time.

 "(y/n), I was worried you wouldn't make it," Toshinori mumbled, taking one of his hands away to brush some of your tussled (h/c) hair out of your face, "What happened to you?"

 "I was on my way then a villain tried to hurt me, but All Might saved me!" you recalled proudly, a wide smile on your lips as your felt scare and nervous but excited and happy, just a flurry of emotions swirled in your mind and body.

 "I'm glad to see you're safe now," he sighed in relief, or at least he would have if you didn't cut it off with a hug, wrapping your arms around his constricted torso.

 "Of course," you purred sweetly before getting up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheeks, "And thanks for protecting me, Toshi."

[from-words-to-stories]

It wasn’t that she’d planned it. It had just happened. But now, as her mother threw every curse under the sun at her, Elodie was only half listening. The only thoughts she could form were those of wind and snow. Of eyes as cold as chips of ice. Of that imperial smugness. She’d been at a party. The first party her mothers had ever allowed her to attend. And two hours later, she’d gotten herself unregrettably drunk. She giggled at every thing, including the ridiculously tall faerie she’d slammed into. The faerie had only arched a fine brow, the corner of her too-pale lips twitching up. The fey drinks she’d consumed had made her mind fuzzy. She grinned wildly at the faerie. “What’s an Ice Court faerie doing at the Summer Solstice?” she’d asked. “What’s a princess doing here, drunk out of her mind?” The faerie had countered. Elodie found that very entertaining, for some reason. “How do you know I’m a princess? I don’t know you.” “Don’t have to know you to recognize a royally pretty face.” The faerie took a sip of her own drink. Elodie paused, then, a blush rising to her already flushed cheeks. Let the comment sink in. Slowly, she said, taking her time to form the words in her foggy mind, “Are you trying to flirt with me?” The faerie inclined her chin to look down at Elodie through her white lashes. Something flickered in her eyes, but then it was gone. “If I am?” she said coolly. Elodie thought about that. The faerie was annoyingly pretty. As if she were sculpted from a block of ice itself. Finally, Elodie answered, “I think I’m enjoying it.” And that was the truth. The rest of the night was a blur. Until the faerie of ice handed her a glass of some rich, liquid substance. She held one of her own. “Drink,” the faerie said. “It has wonderful effects.” The female downed her own glass. Intrigued, Elodie followed suit. She wait two minutes. Three. “What-“ before she could finish her question, her world burst into color. The faerie’s aura was golden with excitement. It was stark against her pale features. Everything was vibrant. She saw colors more vividly, heard the music of crickets from miles away. The singing of the wind and the sharp, sweet tang of roses. It must have worked on the other female, too, for her cool mask was gone. Her face split into a wild grin, and as the female’s long, slender fingers closed around Elodie’s wrist, her excited aura nearly blinded Elodie. And then she saw the edges of it. A warm orange that darkemd into red. The color of desire. Of- Elodie’s face went as pink as her dress. The faerie blinked at Elodie in confusion, but dropped her wrist. Perhaps assuming if was simply the drink. Hopefully. She beckoned for Elodie to follow as she strode out the building, glancing back over her shoulder every now and then. The female led them to the fountain. It was in the middle of the gardens. Flowers bloomed everywhere. Their scent was almost intoxicating. No, not the flowers, Elodie realized. The faerie. The faerie that, if she stood still long enough, would look as immovable as a statue. The one that had the raging winters of the Ice Court in her eyes. The faerie crossed the distance between them in two long strides. She cupped Elodie’s face. Her touch was cold, even in the heat of this night. Before she knew what she was doing, Elodie kissed her. It wasn’t her proudest moment. Drunk as they were, they wobbled and swayed and eventually fell into a heap onto the ground. The faerie’s laughter rang out like the cold winds of the north passing through the ice caves. It was musical. And then the faerie was kissing her again. Elodie opened her eyes once. And the look on the faerie’s face was so familiar it made her blink thrice. It was the look her mother got when she was hellbent on p issing someone off. But there was also genuine desire in the faerie’s aura. So Elodie closed her eyes. She let the faerie’s hands explore her body. Her shoulders, her waist, her thighs. She arched her neck as the female’s lips traveled from her mouth. She did not protest as the faerie tugged her towards the hedges. It was only when the faerie’s hand paused on the lacing of her dress did Elodie open her eyes and look up. There it was again. That flicker of emotion in those chips of ice. And this time, Elodie recognized it. It was buried beneath her aura, carefully protected. It made Elodie want to giggle, but she smothered it. Stars, the faerie was nervous. She was as much a virgin as Elodie. Afraid she would blunder in what she intended to do. Elodie met that pale gaze with her own and gave her a nod, permission to undress her, to touch her. Her dress fell from her shoulders. The faerie shed her own garments. The faerie did not simply touch her. The female worshipped her, as if she were sent from the stars. Elodie’s chest rose and fell as the faerie buried her head between her legs. As her fingers did their work. The pleasure bubbled into Elodie’s throat, releasing itself into the night as she reached her climax. For an hour and a half they went on like that, exploring each other. Tracing the maps of their bodies. Their kisses grew heavy and passionate. Their bodies beginning to purple where they’d marked each other. They were both coated in sweat. But as the voice she knew all too well spoke from above them, Elodie’s blood turned as cold as the Ice Court faerie’s eyes. “Elodie Iridessa Whiterose, what the *hell* are you doing in the middle of a garden with the Heir to the Ice Court?!” The faerie beside Elodie went utterly still. “Heir?” Elodie echoed quietly. It was barely more than a whisper. “Yes, *Heir*!” Ambri threw her hands up impatiently. “That is Princess Demetria Rowanbrook of the Ice Court!” Elodie looked at Demetria out of the corner of her eye. She’d just f ucked the princess of the Ice Court. Drunk. The revelation sobered her up more than a blow to the face. Ambri began to pace. “One party-we bring you to *one* party and I find you in the middle of a garden-of all places! With the daughter of the two most infuriating people I have ever met! And her brothers are just as nerve-grating!” Demetria let out a snort. That sound made Elodie realize that she was still there. Her hair had long since come out of its plait. She sat in front of her very angry mother, naked. “Mom,” Elodie said quietly. “Can you yell at me at home? Before someone is drawn over by your rant-“ “My *ranting*?” Sparks fly from Ambri’s fingers as she waves her hand. “I only found you because you two were so d amn loud!” “*Mom*,” Elodie repeated, glancing at Demtria. Ambri sent her a glare that would have sent anyone else running. She turned that look on Demetria and pointed to her clothes. The gesture said enough. The princess pulled her clothes on, stiffly buttoning her shirt. Elodie put on her own dress. The minute she had it tied up, Ambri grabbed her arm and winnowed them home. Indigo was already home. Ambri filled her in, and now Elodie sat in her room, Ambri pacing and both of them lecturing her on her recklessness. As if Elodie was supposed to know that Demetria was a princess. She’d worn no crown. She thought of the female, the way she’d stiffened at Ambri’s recognition. She thought of the wild grin on the faerie’s face, of the want and desire that had radiated from her. Of the gentleness whith which she had beheld Elodie’s body. Indigo, Elodie noticed suddenly, had stopped speaking. Her dark blue eyes were fixed on Elodie in a curious manner. Elodie hated when Indigo did that. It made it impossible to hide her feelings. She gave Elodie a sly smile as Ambri continued her rant, huffing with words that carried little weight. Elodie ducked her head, and let her thoughts return to the image of the princess that had been molded and sculpted from ice.

[rainbowravioli]

Did you start shipping sheith back in s1 and if so why? Not an anti! Just curious.

Oh, I have no problem believing you’re just curious. Back in s1 days I had not one but four of my friends ask me why I shipped it.

So yes, I did start shipping it back in season 1 but it’s not like they were an OTP or anything. In fact, I only started to actively ship it at the s1 finale. Here’s how it went for me. 

There I am, watching the pilot episode, having a grand time and feeling nostalgic and really enjoying myself. When this happens. 

This scene set off all kinds of alarms inside my head. Now, it’s not like I started shipping it here but this interaction caught my interest because it indicated that these two clearly knew each other. This was further confirmed after Shiro is awake and they have their little shoulder touch “Good to have you back”/”Good to be back”. So I was eagerly awaiting some backstory, that I have yet to get >_>

The series moved forward though and I was enjoying the ride. Shiro quickly became my favourite, so I always paid particular attention to him when he was on screen, even if he was in the background. So that meant I noticed that Keith was just there a lot too. That led me to realize that it wasn’t simply that Shiro and Keith knew each other, but that they were really close, and had been as such before the series started. Even just in the first episode I kept noticing things.

Also Keith is always looking out for Shiro and is very protective and worried for him.

Meanwhile Shiro really respects Keith’s abilities and trusts him 100%. 

There’s just a lot of subtle moments between them that build up to the finale. And oh boy, the finale!

That’s when it really hit me because Keith is desperate and brutal in his attempts to save Shiro and the Black Lion. Keith also has no personal reasons to be as invested in taking down Zarkon as he is in the finale, to the point of shutting off Coran, so I have to assume that it relates to what the Galra did to Shiro. I mean, rewatch that fight. It feels so personal and I was sitting there watching it thinking damn Keith, what did the Galra ever do to you? Well, they took Shiro away and tortured him for an entire year. 

And Shiro saves Keith back which was really great.

So yeah I already shipped it in season 1 because these two were clearly close, had a lot of mutual respect and trust in each other and were just very tender and intimate with each other. And that’s my shipping aesthetic.