#and you'll get to see it!

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

"What will you do once I pass away?" The question came out of the blue, but such strange questions were par for the course at this point. Gamigin was nuzzling to your neck when you spoke, but he wasn't phased.

"I'll revive you. Death won't be permenent in Paradise Lost for as long as I'm around to stop it." You were running a hand through his blue hair, playing with a strand of it.

"But what if you don't revive me? If you can't revive me? What will you do then?" The dragon stopped kissing up your neck and shifted so he would be at eye level with you on the bed. He looked confused and hurt which almost made you ashamed that you asked the question.

"My staff can bring anyone back from the dead."

"Ok, but I age and demons don't what about that? What if I get so old I want to die to end my mysery."

Gamigin looked even more confused by your words. He didn't quite understand why humans aged so fast. He pouted in thought and stared at the ceiling. After a while, with a stern voice he asks "How long do humans usually live for?"

You try to remember your anthropology classes and what the avarage age of death was for your country, but you just can't put your finger on it. "I don't know, 70 or something like that." "70! Only 70 years!?!" He pushed you to the bed and pinned you to it with a shocked expression. His mind was working overtime trying to calculate just how long that timespan felt like.

Finally, he turns to you and holds your hands softly kissing them both. He stares determined in your eyes. "You are going to have the most exciting life ever. I promise you. What do you wish to do before you die?"

You've never seen him so stern, but the question was one that you've many times asked yourself yet never seemed to have an answer to. Gamigin's glare was starting to intimidate you so you gently slap his face.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me nervous! I don't know what I want to do before I die. I just kind of want to see where life takes me."

Gamigin smiles like he usually does and pins you to the bed with a hug. His staff, which he kept in one hand at all times, jiggled lively as you both collapsed on the cottage bed.

"Well then, I want to cuddle with you and rewatch the 'How to Train Your Dragon' trilogy. And then we can play blackjack and whoever wins has to wash the dishes after dinner!" Gamigin proclaimed before kissing your cheek and nuzzling into it.

"Who tought you blackjack?" It was strange hearing your usually innocent boyfriend putting forth the idea of blackjack of all things.

"My brother Buer. He also thought me the dishes strategy as well. Jokes on him, I won." His giggle was contagious and you two ended up just cuddling and watching movies for the better half of the night.

If your relationship with Gamigin thought you anything, it was that you didn't have to live through bombastic experiences to enjoy life. You were having the time of your life just being close to him.

[theboxfort]

Peace and love

[canisalbus]

[l4tchk3y]

Silver has managed to capture the Espio.💕

[savanir]

You shouldn't summon a Ghost King

Danny had felt the weird tug to the entirety of himself and instantly knew he was finally actually getting summoned for the first time. 

He'd winced through the whole process, knowing he should have listened to Clockwork and changed the requirements now that he was Ghost King... but even though Clockwork had seemed pretty serious about it, it just... kept slipping Danny's mind.  Listen, it's not that he didn't want to! executive dysfunction is a bitch alright, and it sounded like boring ghost paper work.

And it's been like... months now, maybe even a full year, maybe even longer. People don't really summon the Ghost King apparently, and Danny has been busy! He has school, he's trying really hard to get his grades back up. At some point he just completely forgot about it. 

He's really regretting not taking it as seriously as he probably should have now that he's randomly on top of a skyscraper in some massive city he doesn't recognise. And the city is... for a lack of better words, on fire. 

He can feel the suffering he can hear the screams, there is pain, chaos and fear all around him. Like a physical force pressing down on him.

The sickening part of it all is that he feels stronger than ever like someone injected him with 50 energy drinks directly into his veins but at the same time his stomach is recoiling violently, extreme jitters but not in a good way, absolutely nauseous. 

He's not really listening to whatever is going on directly around him on that roof, that's all far in the distance somehow, maybe he's disociating, maybe something else other ghost thing is going on, but Danny is just floating there in full king regalia. 

All he cares about it is snatching the weird creepy looking grimoire and getting some answers. 

And answers he gets because its very clearly stated in there that the Ghost King (Pariah Dark) wants a tribute to himself. Whomever deigns to summon him must prove willingness to his cause. Aka the whole conquering and genocide and tyranny thing. 

Over five hundred deaths would probably do but over a thousand was preferred, even more was obviously even better. That would show dedication and earn favour and- blah blah blah. 

Danny thinks he's going to throw up. 

It doesn't help that that's when the heroes show up and Danny is very clearly the big bad in this scenario even if it was completely unintentional.

Maybe they'll let him explain? Oh shit, that one looks so upset they're crying- maybe he can just go invisible instead...

This might be the worst night of his life. 

[dr-rato]

"I need someone to remember me

I need something bigger than the sky

Hold it in my arms and know its mine

Just how many stars will I need to hang around me

To finally call it heaven?"

[ace-and-ranty]

See, El's core character trait of, "What if it were really damn easy for you to be evil, but you kept choosing to be good, at every single given chance, at great personal cost, even when the world tells you that you can't?" is already catnip to me, but, "What if you were pissed the fuck off about it all the time?" makes it into pure crack cocaine.

[lazylittledragon]

cutting it verrrrryyy close this time around but i managed to squeeze in a makeup test for drizzt!!

[gracefireheart]

A few sketches of these guys :]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji goes to Lotus Pier (No relation to the AU of the same name)

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[secondbeatsongs]

well folks. I've done it

at long last, I have reached the end of the boops

[cherry-mash]

ENTER NYASHA! :D stop trying to make fetch a thing, yonji

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[arthursfuckinghat]

Oh Jack...

[crowliphale]

I'm getting addicted

[literallybyronic]

me and the Girlies (gn) about to make some objectively fucking terrible decisions in DATV:

[lemonyinks]

The way that a large portion of the mdzs fandom treats human life as expendable is absolutely disgusting by the way.

Too many people seem to think that it was stupid of Wei Wuxian to interfere with Lan Wangji and Luo Qingyang being killed. Or act like the Wen remnants were bothersome hinderances that they would rather see dead, instead of a group of PEOPLE.

"He should have just kept to himself" "He's bringing trouble by getting involved where he shouldn't" "He has to stop playing hero" are all takes I see frequently in both fandom posts and fanfics. My only question is why?

Why is it "playing hero" to......do good things?? To not let people be murdered and mutilated right in front of you when you can do something to stop it?? Why is it "playing hero" to help someone in return after they've already helped you several times before?? Or to help them at all for that matter, regardless of obligation. Why is it "playing hero" to protect people who do not deserve to die when you have the means to protect them??

Why should Wei Wuxian just sit back and let bad things happen just because it would be the easiest and most convenient thing to do?