#anyway i don’t wanna look at these anymore

[moutainrusing]

happily heterosexual

With a black bottle of dangerously sloshing firewhiskey loosely gripped in his hand, James clambered onto the top of a burgundy sofa, and where usually a Gryffindor’s head would rest, were James’s bare feet, because he was hammered out of his mind and apparently too sweaty for shoes. And toes helped him grip the cushion better, otherwise he would most definitely fall off.

Quite frankly, Sirius found it disgusting, and leapt off of the sofa immediately, wrinkling his nose and hissing, “What are you doing?!”

“Shhhhh,” James unsteadily waved a hand at him, which caused the daft sod to unceremoniously grip onto Sirius’s arm to maintain his balance. “I needa announce spin the bo’uhl… s’my only chance to kiss Lil… Lily…” He gestured wildly, arms flailing on either side. “She needs to ‘ear that we’re playin’!”

“Mate, you don’t need to resort to kissing games anymore,” Sirius shook his head, half-exasperated, half-fond. “I dunno how you managed it, but she’s warming up to you. Somehow.”

James grinned, proudly pointing to the Head Boy badge which he still had on, pinned to his casual Muggle t-shirt, because he was an utter snob. “Coz of this… duh…”

“You cast some Lily-attracting spell on it, then? That explains it.”

“No! She fell in love with my natural charm!”

“That does not explain it.”

“Oh, juss shut uppp, I wanna kiss her now…”

“You’re drunk.”

Ignoring him, James cupped his hand around his mouth and yelled, “LES PLAY SPIN THE BO’UHL!”

And then he toppled over. Thinking fast, Sirius cast a spell to levitate the firewhiskey before it spilled over the rugs. Priorities. Also, he knew that Remus would come to James’s rescue. He was right. Before James hit the ground, Sirius saw it soften with a cushioning charm, and James gently landed with a bounce.

Remus appeared, looking downright pissed off. “SIRIUS. Why couldn’t you have levitated both of them?”

“Many reasons, actually. Prongs was being an idiot and he deserved it. I love it when you play the hero. And you look bloody hot when you’re mad.”

“Shut up.” Remus ignored him, crouching to look at James. “I think he’s unconscious. How much did he drink?”

“Well. He has the right to drink as much as he wants.”

“We’re carrying him up,” Remus stated, taking James’s left while Sirius took his right.

“Ugh, why’d you have to get bladdered, Prongs?” Sirius whined, lugging him up the stairs.

James made an incoherent groan. Remus frowned. “Are you actually unconscious?”

James sheepishly opened his eyes. “Well. I acciden’ly fell, but that’s embarrassin’. Bein’ unconscious s’better.”

Remus rolled his eyes so far that they disappeared. Sirius grinned. “Ah, yes, the preferred option.”

James turned to glare at him, which was rather weak in his intoxicated state. “I ain’t forgoh’en ‘ow you saved the boh’uhl, but not me. I should be your pref… preferred…”

“Sorry, my sweet. Deep down, you know you’re my favourite.”

“Mm, I forgive you.”

They reached their dormitory, kicked open the door, dragged James to his bed, and dumped him there with a thud.

“Oof,” James muttered. As Sirius and Remus turned to leave, Remus still looking very annoyed and Sirius still grinning stupidly, James rolled to face them, saying, “One las’ thing… you hafta promise me… if I can’t kiss my true love tonight, ev’ryone else has to kiss their true loves.” He wiggled his eyebrows ridiculously. “Startin’ with you two! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss…” And James proceeded to drift off into sleep.

Unlike Sirius, who was majorly concerned about James’s belief that he and Remus were true loves, and intensely panicking about it because they most certainly were not, because they didn’t like each other that way, and yes, Remus was heroic and lovely and hot, but Remus was his friend, and he couldn’t possibly… and Remus was a boy, and Sirius was also a boy, and they were both happily heterosexual… anyway, unlike Sirius, who was having a breakdown, Remus seemed perfectly calm. In fact, he casually asked, “You think it’s safe to leave him here alone?”

Sirius coughed awkwardly, but Remus didn’t comment, so it was all fine. Eventually, he managed the words, “I think I’ll stay with him.” Because James was a pathetic loser in dire danger of maybe vomiting, or going mad, and he needed looking after, even if it meant Sirius had to miss out on the party.

Remus nodded, and moved to sit down on his bed. “Oh! Don’t worry, you can go back down,” Sirius said.

“Nah, I’ll stay with you. Keep you company, since that oaf’s doing nothing,” Remus replied, pointing at James with amusement.

“Oh. Thanks.” Sirius moved to sit on his own bed, across from Remus’s.

Usually, this was the time he would dive into a passionate ramble about how Bertie Bott missed a very important bean flavour, guess which one (the Sirius-flavour); or how tomorrow they should stuff Slughorn’s cupboard with slugs and horns; or how the walls surrounding them would not be shades of red if Godric’s favourite colour was purple… anything. Sirius could talk to Remus about anything. Except now he didn’t want to talk to Remus, he wanted to kiss Remus, and it was all James’s fault, because before this, he’d only ever wanted to kiss girls, and oh shit, he was staring at Remus’s face, and Remus was raising an eyebrow, opening his really quite pretty lips to say, “Something on my face?”

“Yes! No! Well, yes, your lips are on your face, I mean, your eyes are on your face! Eyes. I was looking at your eyes. And obviously there’s something on your face, don’t be stupid, Moony, there’s something on everyone’s face… eyes, nose, eyebrows…”

“Lips, too,” Remus added, and oh Merlin he was looking at Sirius’s lips and Sirius accidentally licked his lips and he was moving closer… and then he toppled off of his bed. Remus burst out laughing.

“Urgh, shuddup, Moonboy,” Sirius groaned, pitifully waving an arm at Remus to help him up. And Remus, with his supernatural werewolf strength, helped Sirius up, directly onto Remus’s bed. Then they were sitting face to face and Sirius began counting the little lines on Remus’s soft-looking lips, the ones forming delicate patterns over the pink flesh, and Sirius could reach out and touch them…

He stopped. His fingers were hovering directly in front of Remus’s lips. A millimetre more, and they would be touching. He quickly placed his hand on his lap, and firmly fixed his gaze to his lap as well.

“So,” Remus started conversationally. Sirius’s head snapped back up. Were they going to ignore that or…? Or. Sirius felt himself smirking at the blush on Remus’s face.

“So,” he echoed.

“I’m thinking.”

“Aw, don’t think too hard, you’ll get wrinkles over your perfect forehead.”

Remus glared at him, but with no real malice. “I’m thinking that…”

“You’re happily heterosexual and I should get out of this bed?” Sirius teased. “Ah, gotcha,” he began climbing out.

Remus grabbed his arm. “No!”

Sirius turned back to face him, easily sliding back in. He grinned, raising a brow. “You’re not happily heterosexual, and I should stay in this bed? Hmm, I agree, same.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Remus. “Say, can I kiss you?”

Remus kissed him. Sirius was right. Remus’s lips were soft and delicate and pretty, and he could feel the textures rubbing against his own as their lips moved against one another. He sucked Remus’s lower lip, and it was plump and perfect, then Remus licked his lower lip, and Sirius immediately opened his mouth, welcoming Remus inside as their tongues battled, danced, swirled around each other, all heat and moisture, burning Sirius up, but all he wanted was more.

They toppled over each other, and Sirius found himself looming over Remus, instantly attacking his lips again, lightly then roughly, and Remus mirrored it better than anyone else could. It was sloppy then firm, sexy then sweet, anything and everything. Remus let out a moan, Sirius a whine, and they pressed their chests closely together, closer, closer still, until the entirety of Sirius was touching Remus. He moved to pepper Remus’s jaw with feather-light kisses, his collarbone… and then Remus sat them back up, placed Sirius on his lap, kissed him sweetly, before ripping Sirius’s shirt of and trailing kisses from his mouth, down his bobbing Adam’s apple, along his chest, and Sirius gasped.

“Leave a mark,” he whispered hoarsely. “Actually, leave many marks.”

Remus looked up at him with hooded eyes and a smirk, before doing exactly that. Sirius ran a hand through Remus’s hair, and kissed the side of his face, then to his neck, sucking and biting until hickeys covered it. Then Remus pulled Sirius back to his lips, and they snogged some more, until they were completely out of breath.

“Damn,” Remus breathed over Sirius’s face.

“Yeah.”

“So.”

“So. That was fun.”

“Yeah. Do you want to stay here?”

“And fall asleep with you, Moony?” Sirius chuckled at Remus’s nervousness, kissing him on the nose. “Definitely.”

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The next morning, James woke up with a blinding headache, and stumbled over to Remus’s bed for the hangover potion. But when he opened the curtains and saw Sirius and Remus curled up together, his hangover was miraculously cured. “YES!” He screeched, waking them both up with a jolt.

“THEY DID IT! WE HAVE TO THROW ANOTHER PARTY!” James yelled, skipping down the stairs.

Remus and Sirius shared a glance as the entire common room below them burst into cheers and applause.

“WHOOO,” a million voices cheered. “SIRIUS AND REMUS!”

Microfic Compilation by MountainRuse

[nymphacae]

opposing reactions

[dilutedconfusion]

I did a thing…again.

Just realized that ya’ll need to click for better quality for some reason this post looks especially bad 🤚

[possession1981]

went window shopping in those baggy jeans nct love so much

[goodday-goodmorn]

Little blurb that’s been sitting in my Docs for while based on @auspicioustidings idea from a while ago now i think— But yeah! I’be got like zero motivation to continue this- butttttt i liked the scene a lot so it shall be seen now! (Plus it’s Mhari’s Birthday!!! Happy Birthday Mhari! :> Even though i’m a few hours late into the day Hope you’re having a wonderful birth celebration!)

Based on a a scene i cooked up where reader finally gets caught by none other than the Ghost himself:

The weight of a gun in your hand is familiar.

So is the quiet sounds of a break in. You point at the door, watching, waiting. Like clockwork it creaks open, and there he is.

“Don’t move.”

You say sharply. Making the gun in your hand well known to the intruder.

Silence. He stares at you, you stare back. How many times have you done this dance? Tense words and a dashing messy escape. (The poorly wrapped bandages around your abdomen throb answering you question for you. Too many then.)

You sigh, and lower the gun.

He doesn’t even look suprised.

With a soft, Thump! ,you plop backwards onto the bed, arms outstretched. The gun is still in your hand but it’s dead weight. (Just like you.)

“…You’re not gonna ever stop are you?”

It’s said up at the shitty hotel ceiling. Hushed in the darkness of the room.

“No.”

He says it so simply.

You hum, pulling your knees and legs up onto the bed and rolling over. Back facing him, on your side. You snag a plushie on the way, hugging it close to your chest and settling your chin atop its head.

“Well shit. Turn all my red flags to white then, i give up.”

Defeated. Hushed. Tired. It sounds so unlike your normal voice. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”

There’s a dip in the bed, true to his namesake- he was silent as he walked to sit. You haven’t even heard him.

“…Who did your bandages?” Gruff bastard with his gruff voice. Sounding way too passive for talking with you, an enemy, his target actually. He should be barking orders and threats to you, you’ve heard the way he speaks on a mission before, all bite and harsh. But he shows none of that tension now. Not a lick of hostility.

“Who do you think?” You snort out, tucking your face into the head of the plushie and vehemently ignoring him.

“Kid, you need help. You can’t survive on your own.” Straight to business it seems.

Without even turning to look at him, you halfheartedly raise your middle finger.

He sighs.

Silence. Blissful, damning, silence. You’ve no more fight left to give and he knows it. Months on the run, months of constant near death escapes, months of being hunted like a dog. You’re tired. So tired.

“Ya know, Torture isn’t an effective way of getting info outta someone: statistically speaking.”

“We’re not gonna torture you.”

“But you do want that info don’t you?”

More silence.

You hum knowingly.

“And what happens after you get your precious information? You’ll kill me? Maim me like all the other fuckers who end up in your shit list?”

“No. Never.”

He says it with such ferocity it almost takes you by surprise for a second. If you were to be facing him, you would see the hardness of his eyes. The pure conviction swarming in his gaze.

“Not you. Never you.”

…

Finally you turn to him, feeling far too much like a young little kid on the playground who just can’t understand-

“Why?”

Something in his gaze softness. He wants to tell you this because he cares. The team cares. All of them- that they saw you, a prickly, panicked little bird in over their head and flying blind- but he knows it an answer you won’t accept. One you won’t understand. Not at this stage. Not yet. You don’t believe in words, you’ve been lied too far too many times for that.

So he says something you will believe. A watered down version of the truth that feels like such a disservice to everything that makes up your very being.

“You’re interesting.”

You seem to digest his words. Turning them over and thinking in that little head of yours.

‘How long is that interest gonna last?’

That's what you want to say. You want to scream at the top of your lungs that he doesn’t want you. No one does. He’ll get sick of your brashness eventually- he’ll learn and grow used to your tricks. And when your spontaneity grows old, you know what’ll happen.

But you don’t.

You say nothing except—

“…Can I at least pack my bags? …please?”

He knows you don’t have much to pack. He also knows you’re one tricky, flighty little bird. However, he heard your small plea, sees the defeated look in your eyes, the way your hand is so lax around the gun.

Gently, oh so gently, he takes the gun from your hand. You don’t even try and fight him.

“Sorry little bird. Can’t trust you to pack.”

The sad look on your face nearly makes him reconsider. But he can’t risk you getting away again. Not when you’re so easy to catch right now. So vulnerable.

“Can’t you restrain me and then i’ll tell you what to pack?”

That, he can do.

“Up.”

Commands come so naturally to him. You’re almost jealous at how easily they fall from his lips.

Like the old defeated dog you are, you listen, sitting up and presenting your hands to him to restrain. You don’t meet his eyes.

He takes no chances, you are securely bound with a pair of handcuffs. He tugs on them, standing you up and nudging you to the common area of your hotel room. It’s a sizable room, a nice hotel, though truthfully you hadn't really been thinking when you booked it. Brain to frazzled and exhausted to think about anything beyond a clean bed and a hot shower.

The lights are flicked on by his gloved hands, flooding your vision. You hiss blinking and adjusting while he nudges you to the center of the room, down into your knees.

“What am I looking for here, bird?”

Your gaze flicks to him, then to the corner of the room, a vent right by a little corner desk with a lamp.

He follows your gaze and then, (with one last hard look towards you that screams ‘stay’), he walks over. Inside the vent is a crumpled up backpack, old and raggedy. It looks out of place amongst the clean cream colors of the hotel amenities.

He prods at the thing, trained caution. (You don’t blame him after your last stunt with explosives.)

Unceremoniously he opens up the bag and dumps all its contents on the floor. You wince, watching your whole life be scattered on the ground.

A journal, a thermal blanket, a lighter, cash, USB sticks, Your laptop in its thick padded casing (thank god), stolen hotel amenities, nicotine patches, several pill bottles, a half empty water bottle, a pocket knife, bullets…

Your own personal little horde of trinkets.

“Was that necessary…?” You mutter, as he stuffs some stuff back into the bag.

“Can’t blame me for bein’ cautious.”

“Well- i could.”

He turns to look at you. Just… stares at you, all you can see is his eyes at that dreadful mask, boring into yours. He doesn’t need to say anything. You both know you could but you never. Been through too much to really blame him.

You’ve saved his life before, even though he was hunting you. You both know you would never blame him for doing his job. Not at this point.

(Just as he would never blame you for running.)

[thasorns]

I cannot shake my thoughts about this and I’ll know I’ll keep this drama close to my heart. The fact that Myung ha’s ‘sunbae’ opened the riff to the world with the question “would you change it for me?” Also the fact that Myung ha’s alternate universe/game world started with the sound of an ocean tells already a lot about it but we won’t know until Episode 8 why. Throughout the series we watched Myung ha doing everything in his power to make Yeo woon happy while he himself couldn’t rely, couldn’t trust, couldn’t open himself up to him. We know the phrase of his ex gf “you don’t know how to love anyone.” left a deep scar in his soul which he carried with to the alternate universe/game. I try to think the system errors which occurred during the game was a way to change Myung ha’s mindset to not make the same mistakes and/or go on with his habitual habits he did in his life before he drowned himself. Also the different tasks was it actually for Myung ha to realize that he’s the one who makes Yeo-woon happy (which he didn’t). He retreated himself from Yeo woon because he couldn’t choose between the most important persons in his life as we saw his grandma died in real life which makes me think if he also knew that because in one sequence in the game/au it asked him if he wants to bring back some memories of Myung ha’s life. Also the last I love you from Yeo woon was the cherry on top to let the system completely crash where he distanced himself from Yeo woon. “I want to spend my remaining time making Yeo woon happy as best as I can. But it seems the more I try, the more unhappy I make Yeo-woon.” Which Myung ha remembers what Yeo-woon said: “whenever I see you, I both feel good and want to cry. I feel so much about every little thing. But I’m not happy at all right now.” Which again I try to think it is about why Myung ha doesn’t rely more on him? Why he doesn’t open himself up to him? A relationship is based off of trust, give and take… etc. but Myung ha goes into this relationship with deep rooted traumas which causes lack of self love. If one loves not itself enough how can they expect to love someone else which what explains Myung ha’s last phrase in the same scene so much. “Why did I think I could make you happy?” It’s as if he doesn’t think that a loner like him could be the one to give him love and happiness. What follows after is that he choses Yeo woon’s happiness even if he’s not his happiness… which again brings me to the beginning where Myung ha thinks “but I prefer lonely supporting characters to happy protagonists.” In this case he’s the lonely supporting character to our happy protagonist Yeo-woon. “But being fated to live that kind of life… is just so unfair.” He knew/knows how cruel life can be so he chose his happiness over everything and got vanished from the game. He realized by now that Yeo-woon is/was more important than he wanted to admit. Yeo-woon is/was a glimpse of happiness in Myung ha’s life. What brings us to the tragic backstory of his life and how he lived. All the obstacles he endured and went through led to his drowning (at this point we saw Yeo-woon’s obstacles in the alternate universe/game at least in my opinion). This is the turning point for Myung ha. “I was hoping if you saw yourself from someone else’s perspective, you would learnt to love yourself. I thought if you learned to love someone, you would be a little happier.” I want to make a reference here to the title itself “Love for Love’s sake” because all the sacrifices he did and cared more for others than himself… but he found happiness. In Yeo-woon. And he chose his own happiness for once. It’s the way he chooses all these things for himself, to open himself up for him, to rely and be cared for. “It would be nice to have someone. Someone who cares by my side. Someone who gives me chances when I fail and feel hopeless. It would be nice to have someone who always gives me love.” Which they found both in each other.

[moxymaxing]

fellas is it gay

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 14- water inhalation

I don’t like this one. Like, I like some parts of it but overall how it was written I don’t like. Oh well. It’s not meant to be perfect lol. It is obvious that I’m getting burnt out with all this writing?

Anyways, warning for water inhalation, nearly drowning, a frickin water monster, and yeah.

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The water was dark and cold as Sky swam through it, clenching his teeth around the water dragon’s scale for dear life. The lake he, Warriors, and Twilight were near needed to be investigated in order to find a kidnapped zora, and Twilight was the only one with zora armor. Sky had his dragon scale, but Warriors didn’t trust how it ran out of air until he broke the surface or ran into a bubble. Since they had to go into deeper waters, where bubbles were not promised, Sky supposed it made some sense. But he hated having Twilight go on his own. It wasn’t that he doubted Twilight’s ability, his zora armor seemed very dependable in water, but the way Twilight eyed the water nervously made Sky nervous for him.

“I’ll be back with the missing zora in no time,” Twilight reassured, mostly to himself. “It shouldn’t take that long.”

“Are you sure you’re good to go on your own?” Sky asked. “I know that it’s not armor but my scale has worked before…”

“Sky you were in shallower water, this is deep water. Anything could happen,” Warriors said, and Sky frowned.

“Shallow water isn’t that safe compared to deep water,” he mumbled.

“Well I’ll be fine,” Twilight said. “It’s not the first time I’ve been in deep water. I’ll be back soon, hopefully.”

Sky sighed and watched as he put up his mask and disappeared into the water. Sky and Warriors waited, and waited, and waited until Sky couldn’t wait any longer. It had been hours since Twilight dove into the water, and fear for his friend overwhelmed him. If Twilight was in danger, how would they know? If he drowned, how would they know? Being in water was dangerous, and despite Warrior’s protests, Sky took off his clothes and jumped into the water, with his trusty dragon scale hanging in his mouth.

Sky didn’t know how long he had been swimming. There weren’t a lot of obstacles, and it was overall an easy swim, but it was dark enough and deep enough to make Sky uncomfortable. Thankfully, there were plenty of air bubbles for Sky to use to fill up the air in his scale, so he didn’t worry about running out like he thought he would. So he hoped that finding Twi would be a simple task for him.

Sky stopped by a big rock and gave his arms a moment to rest. He’s been swimming for a while, the pressure of being so deep was hurting his ears, and he could feel his hands begin to get all pruny. But there was no sign of Twilight, so he knew he needed to keep going. Sky eventually found himself in a strange underwater cave, or at least, he thought it was a cave. Nothing about it looked natural, in fact, it looked like a castle that was underwater, rotting away from years of neglect. Sky knew that this was where the zora was being held, and that this was where Twilight was.

When he entered the weird cave-palace, he was relieved at the different glowing algae lighting up the place. He didn’t know how any of it worked, but it helped him see where he was going, so he decided not to think about it. When he entered a more slim hallway however, he noticed that it wasn’t as lit up as the rest of the palace, and it seemed to have been a lot cleaner. That was odd…

“Excuse me.”

Sky flinched and swam away until his back hit a wall. He groaned in pain and looked around. Did he imagine that voice? Is he losing his mind?

“I’m sorry to scare you, turn around.”

Sky spun around and saw— what he assumed was — a zora. He looked at her in surprise, he was expecting the zora to look more like the parella, but seeing this one, they were nothing alike. The zora was in a cage of some sorts, only able to peak out of a small opening on the top.

“Are you a friend of that Hylian?” She asked, and Sky nodded, assuming that she was talking about Twilight. “I thought so. He was here, trying to help me. But when he found a key to open this cage, a monster with tentacles grabbed him! I don’t know where he is, I’m so worried about him.”

Sky felt his heart drop. So Twilight was in danger, and was attacked by some monster that Sky knew nothing about. Just great. Sky had fought Tentalus before, so a tentacled monster didn’t frighten him, but he fought the monster above water, not in water. The idea of fighting something as big as Tentalus in the water scared him.

“I think I may know where the creature took him,” the zora started, “I think the key he had before he was grabbed is around here somewhere. If you get me out, I can help you save him.”

Sky nodded and immediately looked at the ground below him. Lo and behold, he found a big key in the corner. He grabbed it and unlocked the cage, allowing the zora to leave her prison.

“Follow me!” She said before swimming out of the hallway. Sky struggled to follow her, she was definitely built for water, and many times she had to stop and wait for Sky to catch up. His arms and legs were burning, and his throat was painfully dry. Sky just had to make sure that he didn’t cough, or else he’d inhale a bunch of water. He already did that before, and the pneumonia he got from it was not fun. Finally, he and the zora reached an open area, and Sky couldn’t hold back the gasp when he saw a big creature with tentacles jutting out all over its body. Sky narrowed his burning eyes and saw that one of the tentacles was wrapped around something.

Twilight.

Sky felt fear burst through his chest, not knowing if Twilight was conscious, unconscious, or worse. He turned to the zora and gestured for her to stay.

“You want me to stay?” She asked.

Sky nodded.

“Alright, be very careful.”

Sky nodded again and swam as fast as he could to Twilight, but also as quietly as he could. The monster wasn’t moving, so he assumed that it was asleep, and he did not want to wake it up. Sky carefully went up the tentacle that held Twilight, and he felt relief when he saw the mask on his face, meaning (he hoped) that he was still getting air. But his relief quickly melted away when he noticed that Twilight was unconscious. He went up to his and cupped his face in his hands.

Twilight, please open your eyes, he thought to himself, wishing he could say it. Twilight made a strained face, and his eyes began to open. Sky’s fear quickly disappeared when he saw Twilight’s pale blue eyes looking back at him in shock. Sky smiled, then began to observe the situation. Twilight was unable to move in the tentacle he was trapped in. His legs were free, but his arms were trapped, pinning them to his sides. Sky watched Twi try to struggle, but the monster’s tentacles were too strong. Sky dove down deeper, observing the tentacles. He didn’t want to wake up the monster, but he had to get the tentacles to let him go. Sky gently stroked the tentacle, and it squirmed a bit. Sky panicked, but he saw that Twilight was able to get an arm free, and the monster stayed dormant. Sky and Twi made eye contact and they both nodded. Sky continued to pet the tentacles, feeling nauseous at how slimy they were. They squirmed, and Twi was able to get his other free. Sky smiled at Twilight, until an ear piercing screech rang out, shaking the whole building. Sky looked behind him and saw the zora he rescued swimming out in the middle, smiling maliciously at Sky. The zora suddenly melted into strange goop, the stuff floating in the water, and realization hit Sky. Was this a trap set by the puppeteer? Anger boiled in Sky’s chest, but the situation returned to him when there was quick movement besides him. The monster holding Twi stirred, and Sky watched the rancher struggle as the tentacles tightened around his waist. Twilight yelped as he was then dragged through the water, along with the rest of the monster that began to circle around Sky.

Panic surged through Sky when he saw the round mouth full of pointy teeth snarl at him. This thing was not Tentalus. Sky didn’t even know where to begin on fighting it. A tentacle almost hit Sky in the head, and he dove down to get lower, feeling the air beginning to thin out. He looked around for different air bubbles, then at Twilight, who was struggling against the tentacle that continued to squeeze.

Fighting was out of the question. He needed to get this thing to let go of Twilight, then they could escape. Saving a zora was out of the question since the zora was a fake, so all he had to focus on was Twi. An air bubble appeared in front of Sky, and he quickly grabbed it, filling the scale with air again. He eyed the tentacle holding Twi, and tore through the water, dashing as hard as he could into the tentacle. The creature shrieked, tentacles whipping around sporadically. Sky dodged them and rammed into the tentacle again, and again, and again. Sky looked up and saw that Twi was slipping free. Determination flew through Sky and he rammed into the tentacle again, ignoring how the air was beginning to run out. Twi miraculously slipped free from the tentacles, and Sky felt relieved. Now they could finally get out of here. But before Sky could try to swim away, a tentacle slammed into him, and he crashed into the wall. The dragon scale popped out of his mouth, and he involuntarily swallowed water. Sky felt his heart spike as he realized that he had no air, and no way to get air unless he broke the surface. Twilight dove for Sky, grabbing and dragging him through the water. The tentacles made a hole in the wall, and Twilight kicked his legs as hard as he could, dragging Sky through the hole. The monster roared as the two heroes fled, debris from the sunken castle threatening to crush them, but Twi dodged it all, swimming surprisingly fast for dragging Sky.

The hero of skies tried to avoid unnecessary movement, knowing that if he stayed still, then he would be able to preserve oxygen. But he couldn’t help but try to ease the strain that Twi was going through. Sky looked up at the surface, desperation for air clawing at his burning lungs, and he kicked his legs a little more frantically. Twi looked down at him in worry, trying to go faster, but darkness was already entering Sky’s vision. Bubbles escaped his mouth as it became unbearable, but all Sky could do was to kick helplessly. Finally, unconsciousness overcame him, and for a moment, all Sky could feel was peace.

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When Sky opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness.

Where am I? He thought to himself, trying to move his hand to his aching head, but he felt impossibly heavy. It felt as if all energy was sapped right out of him, and he almost wanted to go back to sleep, but something kept him from doing so.

Am I dead? Was his first thought. He didn’t know why it came to mind, but he tried to remember all that happened before. He had to save Twi, there was a monster, they were in water… did he drown? Sky groaned as he tried to sit up, but he had no strength, and a sudden cough assaulted him.

“Sky!”

Sky opened his eyes and was surprised to see Warriors sitting over him. Panic surged through Sky. Did he dream the whole thing? No, no that’s ridiculous he couldn’t have.

“Sky? Are you ok?”

“Wh—where’s Twi?” He croaked, his voice sounding like it hadn’t been used in weeks.

Warriors looked to his side, and Sky noticed Twi curled up and asleep. Relief swept through Sky and he laid back down. So it definitely wasn’t a dream.

“I was worried when Twi came up with you unconscious. Luckily you turned out fine.”

Sky gave a small smile.

“Twi was worried too. He would’ve stayed up with me but… well he’s hurt pretty badly, he needed the rest.”

Sky’s smile melted into a frown.

“How badly?” He asked.

“I think he may have a cracked rib, and his arms are badly bruised,” Warriors explained.

From the tentacles I presume, Sky thought to himself. “Is he ok?”

“Much better than you. How are you feeling?”

“Bleh,” was all Sky was able to say, and Warriors chuckled. “The stupid puppeteer faked the zora kidnapping story.”

“So I’ve heard. He’s done nothing but cause trouble for us, he almost killed you and Twi. But you’re awake now, so we should be fine.

The hero of skies stared ahead. He was awake now, but he learned from experience that almost drowning can do a lot to you. When he had to find the tadpoles for Faron’s challenge to prove that he was the hero, he ended up drowning. If not for Groose who launched himself to the flooded woods, he would’ve probably been dead. And if not for his knowledge of pneumonia, he would’ve died a lot later. Sky groaned. Having to lay in bed while dealing with pneumonia was awful, he didn’t want to experience that again. But unfortunately, the feeling in his lungs and body said otherwise.

“Wait, Warriors,” Sky called out, almost coughing right then and there. Warriors looked at him earnestly. “Do you… do you know anything about pneumonia?”

Warriors frowned, but realization hit his face. “Oh, yes I do, are you ok?”

“I don’t know but, I might have that….”

Warriors rested his hand on Sky’s shoulder. “It’s ok, you boys did the hard work, now let me take care of you.”

Sky smiled and put his hand on top of Warriors with a nod.

“Thanks commander,” he said, before drifting off again.

[flowercrowngods]

always so funky to be reminded that your parents might love you but they don’t actually like you very much

[lulucicada]

I need to point out the fact that the shipping side of this fandom has committed hate crimes (against me)

So like- we had solidaribeans, we had magical mountain, we had boat boys. We all know this, Joel gets bitches real BUT

Were the Fuck is my Gribeans content huh?? /lh

Like???? Something something Joel and Grian being the only ones they could trust in the end of LL, running away from the rest of the server together, dying inches from each other..

Joel killing Grian twice and Grian still following him, their plans or revenge. Getting revenge on people who did nothing to them because the other wanted blood.. something something

On 100Hrs Joel being there when he died, when he was revived, when Scar died. Something something them both needing constants in their lives and using each other to fill it

NOT TO MENTION THE ‘LETS MAKE OUT SCENE’ COME ON GUYS

This is frankly disappointing and my day is ruined /lh

[the-terrible-theys]

found a tier list thing for ranking all the wks creature power suit designs and figured it’d be fun :)

tier list maker is linked here if you’re curious

anyway here’s mine!

edit: i keep getting notifs for this so i wanted to add that the tiermaker was done by @/galmiahthepigeon !

[bizzielisteningtogreta]

✨the duality of man✨

[mattodore]

i hit 3k pins on the oc boards last night without even noticing 🥺

[deus-ex-mona]

this is just a very questionable shin jidai english tl

sorry~

Throw a punch for a one-hit Kill

Let’s bid farewell to the old era

We’ve defeated it for good

We’ll make a declaration here and now

It’s time to raise the curtains on a new era

Let’s raise a ruckus

How long are you gonna remain here? You’re such a burden

Isn’t it about time for you to leave?

Even though you glare at me for my bad manners

I’m sick and tired of your outdated rules

I don’t need your boring instructions

Who cares about expectations? I’ll just fight head-on

Don’t make light of my abilities

Even a fallen mic onstage still counts as a drop

We’ll sing till our throats completely burn dry

We’ll dance till our bodies collapse

The current era has gone stale and we’re longing for more

So let’s fight it out the moment our eyes meet

Throw a punch for a one-hit Kill

Let’s bid farewell to the old era

We’ve defeated it for good

We’ll make a declaration here and now

It’s time to raise the curtains on a new era

Let’s raise a ruckus

Competing and clashing with each other for all eternity

Keeping our distance from each other

Affirming that we’re necessary to each other

Entrusting our lives to each other, we live on

You’ve been cast out of the leading role

You’ll never be able to erase your loss from your memory

Feeling sympathy for you, as you ran away tearfully,

I should’ve apologised with a “sorry” before you got hurt

I turned down your challenge for a fight,

I’d only be seen as a villain if I clashed with you in your victimised state

Don’t show me this side of you

I’ll be sure to forget it all by tomorrow. bye bye

There is nothing that cannot be broken

There is nothing that we cannot achieve

There will definitely be a future for us

So let’s fight it out the moment our eyes meet

Fire a bullet for the Kill

A single hit to your vitals spells the end

We’ve defeated you for good

Let’s show the new generation

A gamble of life and death

Checkmate

Hurry up and realise that you’re no match for us, that you’re way too weak for us

You don’t even have the right to speak to us

We’re the only special ones around

Too bad for you, just give up already

Can you hear us?

Are you wavering?

Are you feeling joy all the way down into your cells?

We’ll transmit it to you through your skin

Empty your thoughts and just feel it

It’s the birth of a legend

We’re passing the torch to you

You can’t move forward if you keep grieving forever

Just abandon your fate

Having accumulated things like feelings of pity,

We will

Throw a punch for a one-hit Kill

Let’s bid farewell to the old era

We’ve defeated it for good

We’ll make a declaration here and now

It’s time to raise the curtains on a new era

Let’s raise a ruckus

Competing and clashing with each other for all eternity

Keeping our distance from each other

Affirming that we’re necessary to each other

Entrusting our lives to each other, we live on

Let’s sing

Let’s dance

With this song

We’ll defeat it all

[disappointment-comics]

something to be said about bakugou getting the Troubled Teen Industry redemption treatment. like of course he deserved to be corrected for his early series behaviour but. some of y’all just wanna see “bad” kids get their “comeuppance”

[flowercrowngods]

Hi! This might not be too helpful but I thought I'd share anyway just in case. You wrote in an ask reply tag that you realized that you are not a person who is okay but that it is alright. That reminded me so much of some of my own realisations about myself. I've come to learn that I cannot handle as much as others. Cannot take on as many tasks, as many meet ups (even friendly), or fill my day with as many things as people around me. It always felt like that meant that I was somehow less or weaker. But runninng into the same phenomenon over and over again made me question things. Also I would never think this about anyone else, this painful way of thinking was only reserved for myself. But with time I figured that maybe it was absolutely okay to have a different capacity for things. This is FINE. I'm not wrong or weak for this. Don't get me wrong, its still a daily struggle to remind myself, but it does get easier to believe.

So when I read this tag of yours I was really hoping that you meant it in a similar way, where this knowledge can bring comfort. You deserve the comfort! Wish I could hug you tightly 🫂

i love that you sent me this ask. i love that you worked (and are working) towards acceptance and respect and gentleness. you deserve that and i’m proud of you 🤍

as for myself, it’s a bit like that too, yeah

“i’m not okay but it’s fine it’s fine we move on anyway”

some days it means “i’m not okay but what the hell am i gonna do about it now except watch cartoons and try not to think until not being okay is not as prevalent and choking anymore”

some days it means “i’m not okay but i’ll try anyway, who knows what good might come of it”

some days it means “i’m not okay but in 10 minutes or an hour or tomorrow might be so i’ll put myself out there”

some days it means “i’m not okay and i haven’t been and maybe never will be and i get to mourn that, i get to be angry for all the past versions of myself who were refused help, i get to do things for them, because we are not okay and we get to be angry but still we deserve nice things”

some days it means “i’m not okay and that’s fine because there are people who will help me”

some days it means “i’m not okay and i will take a break now, i will breathe and try again later, or accept that simply cannot do this right now”

sometimes we just live with that mental limp, and some days it’s worse than others. we can’t pretend like it’s not there — what good would that bring? no, we just live with it. it’s fine, it’s fine, we move on anyway. but still we get to decide how and at what pace and in which direction we move on. it’s just the moving on part that is non-negotiable, and i feel like we deserve more credit for that — mostly from ourselves.