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[zuppizup]

Fuel The Pyre - Chapter 2

Summary: For almost a decade now, life has been peaceful for the royal family of Katolis. All out war is becoming a distant memory as efforts to unite the continent continue. Open borders let more than friends in, however, and whispers of dangers lurking in the shadows are growing louder and more insistent.

Callum, Rayla and their adopted daughter Tio have bee trying to ignore the growing unease as best they can, but when the threat comes banging at their door, they can no longer turn a blind eye.

Pairing: Rayla/Callum

Rating: Mature

AO3 Link: Fuel the Pyre

“The guard said-” Callum’s voice caught in his throat as, despite his best efforts, he glanced over his shoulder, looking for Tio. She was playing with the map table, Ezran holding her up on a chair as she leaned over. Callum turned back to the woman. “Dark mages came…?” He couldn’t bring himself to even say it.

“They took them.” A man slumped in a chair cried out, struggling to his feet. An Earthblood woman beside him tried to get him to sit, his leg heavily bandaged and clearly causing him pain. He ignored her, limping a step closer. “The children. They took them.”

“Only the halflings?” Rayla managed to choke out, eyes darting to Callum’s for a moment.

“Yes,” the man gasped, tears in his eyes. “My son, they took him.”

Read More On AO3 – Fuel the Pyre: Chapter 2

[numptypylon]

Downtime’s Up - Chapter 15

A bow was… a thing. It couldn’t kill and couldn’t hurt.

It was a weapon, a tool, sure, but… it was also not just that, for Rayla.

It was… remembrance.

Legacy.

Love.

Whatever it was to him… it didn’t matter. It wasn’t his, it was hers.

Rayla wrapped her arms around herself, around the bow, tight and desperate.

She had made it through her full upside-down morning routine today, she definitely didn’t need his help brushing her hair.

“Rayla… what is this? Really?” It wasn’t like he minded doing it. Or rather… ‘not minding’ was a grave understatement. But her ulterior motives were the point.

“An excuse?” She sighed, reaching back to take the brush back. “Sorry, Callum. I’m… not really doing so well at doing better, huh?”

“You asked though. You asked for something you wanted. You asked for comfort. Didn’t you?”

“…Yes. I… it was hard, today. Finding Ru… his bow.”

It was the truth, but… not the full truth. She had been upset before this, since Umber Tor.

She’d get there though. She’d tell him when she was ready.

“So just… ask me without the roundabouts?” he said. “It’s not like you’d be putting me out, you’re hardly a chore to hug-“ He flushed. She was the very opposite of a chore to hug.

“O…kay,” she said, slowly, like she was tasting words of an unfamiliar flavor. “If you really wouldn’t mind then… yeah… I’d like tha-“

Read more of the fifteenth chapter of Downtime's Up on Ao3, taking place after Rayla goes to the dungeon for Runaan's bow

[the-dark-ghost]

TRYPANOPHOBIA

True Detective AU • One-Shot

Rust frantically rubbed his hands against his own lap nervously. The doctor behind the desk gave him an intrigued look as he gently lowered his glass lenses down the bridge of his nose with a raised eyebrow. Rust smiled slightly trying to ease the tense atmosphere. The silence was suddenly uncomfortable but somehow put off the things Rust might have believed would happen right there. Finally, the doctor took a deep breath with tired eyes and handed a rectangular piece of paper into Rust's hands. Several studies that he had to do, in and of themselves, many of them totally tedious, the kind in which you have to spend most of the afternoon or morning inside a detestable hospital that smells of gel alcohol and death impregnated in every one of the walls painted a sickly pale white.

He sighed, not that he was really interested in wasting time, it wasn't something within the limitations of his life. One of the studies itself gave him the willies. A blood test to find out who knows what about his health, in fact, what the hell was Rust doing there? he barely remembered. He only knew that just reading "blood collection for analysis" made him cringe. He put a hand to his forehead and continued to stare at the paper with wide eyes before fixing his colorful gaze on the doctor who was watching him with slightly narrowed eyes. Rust held out his hand, then left, cursing himself for being an obsolete nurse.

"So that's how it all started" Marty expressed as he shoved his hands into his soft sweatpants from the cold "Wow, are you really that scared of a stupid fucking needle?"

Rust grumbled and rolled his eyes as he shook his head in a direction not directed at Marty, who gave a naive little laugh anyway as he took a deep breath. The man pulled a cigarette from under his torn black coat and took a lighter from his left pants pocket. Rust stretched out his legs on the seat and tipped his head back wearily. The smell of the freshly lit cigarette surprised him. He looked back at Marty, who was standing over him, and his eyes went wide.

"What the hell are you doing, you can't smoke in here!

"Who are you, a nurse? Leave me alone, Rust.

"Fuck you can't smoke, you'll get us in trouble!

"Hey" Marty complained, removing the cigarette with just two puffs from between his lips "I came to take care of you only because I'm an idiot who doesn't think things through. If it bothers you so much, I have no obligations, I'll go out and you can be sure that you won't mess things up here.

"No, no, no, wait" he begged... God, he hated begging, but he didn't want to be left alone either, "okay, smoke some more shit if you want... but at least let's hang out until you're done." finish the cigarette.

"What, are you crazy, Rustin? I'm going to freeze to death out there."

"Shit, Marty. I'm giving you options!

Rust frowned, a bead of sweat trickling down the sharp cheekbone of his face to fall down the side of his neck. Marty cocked his head, Rust's skin turning even paler than usual. Off to the side, below, his leg bounced off his foot, the nerves of anticipation penetrating deep into his system. Was the fear of that sharp piece of metal really that great? Marty was stunned and sighed, stubbing out the cigarette with the sole of his shoe after dropping it to the ground. Rust saw that and was relieved, he didn't show it anyway... Not that Marty wasn't aware of things.

Then a long silence turned them off, transforming an icy atmosphere into the same malaise expressed in a single moment of perhaps a few minutes until a nurse appeared to say two names:

"Smith, Gina"

"Cohle, Rust"

So that's where things changed. Considered a Rust who was beginning to think he could calm down, which was totally wrong, and a Marty with a certain grumpiness and a bit of intrigue on the palate, things just went wrong. Rust didn't know if it had been good that there was a woman in front of him or if he had simply preferred to go first to stop suffering while he waited. Marty was once more at his side, the two of them now standing by the door to the extraction lab. The man took off his steamed-up glasses and wiped them down, then put them back on his nose. Rust was wringing his hands... Marty noticed it too.

"Hey, man," he started to say, with an air of expired comedy in his voice, "I'll buy you a latte and some donuts if you go over there and be good."

He teased, Rust looked at him with fake anger. The wry look on his face was priceless and Marty laughed at his own bad joke as he stretched out his arms. Deep inside the room, the woman they had called earlier from Rust opened the door and left. Cohle watched the events and immediately witnessed his heart begin to pound with ferocious force, almost wanting to jump out of his chest. Marty brought a small smile to his face and placed a hand on Rust's slightly sloping shoulder from his pessimistic stance.

"Calm down... I'll go in with you if you want, old man."

"Really?" Rust asked.

His face twisted at the strangeness of Marty's words. But in the end, no sane person invites his enemy/almost friend, to accompany him because he is a bloody man who is afraid of a needle in the same way that a child is afraid of the dark under his bed, neither is that Rust was not afraid of him. From time to time, he woke up to turn on the bedroom light, crouching down and praying that he didn't find traces of blood and used needles full of old scraps on the floor…until now and luckily, that hasn't happened, not yet. Marty looked at him with determined eyes and shrugged.

"I have nothing to lose," he said, and Rust didn't need to object at all.

A few moments later, a man in a white coat appeared at the door and waved Rust inside. Marty didn't ask for any permission, just dared to come in with Rust without even being invited. When the doctor saw him, he just grimaced and turned his attention to Rust.

"Do you think your partner could wait outside?" he asked and Rust's eyes widened.

"No, no, no" he said, the doctor raised an eyebrow "he...he doesn't want to leave."

The man in the robe said nothing, just grimaced again and looked down. Marty walked over to Rust and planted his feet next to him. As the medic set things up, having reluctantly placed the band on Rust's thin arm. The man tensed as he saw the spire closing terrifyingly toward him. His body jerked slightly and he groaned, but Marty's hand on his shoulder kept him inside the seat.

"Fuck, Rust, calm down," Marty said in a whisper.

In the end, when the venipuncture began, Rust clung to Marty's hand, which had fallen downward when the doctor told him to stay still. He squeezed the offered hand too tightly during the extraction, nearly hurting Marty's fingers, who grunted as Rust released him, then flicked his wrist to eradicate the stinging discomfort. The doctor said a couple of things, directions and such after finishing sorting Rust's blood into little tubes. Marty didn't listen to half of the things, after all it wasn't even his problem, in the same way he nodded to every word assuming that he really cared only about looking good... of course, he didn't expect the doctor to believe that they were both in a relationship, although even so, he did not count on the intention to set the record straight, nor did Rust.

"I didn't think you'd keep your stupid word," Rust confessed before taking a long sip of his latte.

The two were in a small cafeteria near the hospital. Marty smiled, Rust still hadn't removed the little bandage on his arm that was visible because of his blue jean shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His pants nearly frayed on his thighs from dragging his hands over them so much. Marty took a bite of his chocolate-dipped donut and cleared his throat.

"So" he began, Rust looked up "Why are you so afraid of needles?

"Well... nobody loves them" Rust told him, desolate form avoiding the subject.

Marty stretched out his arms again, yawning, and settled back in his seat, staring at Rust obsessively. Rust put a hand to his hair and smoothed it down as he sighed.

"Come on, you almost passed out in there. I thought you were going to run out of the hospital."

"There's no reason to count certain things.

"Oh, for the love of Jesus Christ!" complained Marty "... come on, Rustin. I came here, I accompanied you and I stayed with you."

"That has nothing to do with it. People are afraid of needles! I'm not weird or abnormal. My condition is totally obvious."

"Actually..." after that Marty was silent, looking for a good answer. In the end he looked up at the ceiling and sighed "it's not quite normal. You are afraid of them, a fear that is not common."

"Are you a therapist or what the fuck?

"Shit, Rust. Don't always be defensive!

"Fuck you Martin!" he said almost with the voice in the tone of a scream, Marty still waited calm inside his chest.

"Why the hell did you want me to come with you?

"It doesn't matter.

"Why the fuck did you want me to come with you, Rust?" he said demanding an answer.

Once again Rust put a hand to his hair and combed it out. His leg swinging frantically on his right foot. Marty bowed slightly, several aged marks at the joints of Rust's arms. Entre closed his gaze and then widened it, blowing smoke from his body through his nose before dropping his spine over the back of his chair. In fact, he had understood things, but talking to Rust was certainly complicated. Could it be that in the same way he had raised his arms so that Marty would notice the marks without the need to say it in words? He would not have been able to affirm his theory of everything but it could be almost 54% true. Rust nuzzled his own neck sore from his poor posture and growled, large dark circles under his wide eyes.

"I see," Marty said quietly, Rust cocking his head.

He closed his eyes for a few moments, dark brown locks falling over his forehead as he lowered his head.

"Forgive me, man. I didn't mean to screw up your weekend, I know you had plans with Maggie and all...

"Don't worry" he said "she's with the girls in who knows where, maybe shopping... although I don't think so, knowing them well, they may be buying weapons to kill me when I arrive or something like that.

Rust chuckled a little and placed an elbow on the table to support the side of his face after having unrolled his shirt sleeves so the marks wouldn't show. Marty took a sip of his coffee, staring blankly at the wall behind Rust's shoulder and then rubbed his eyes, lifting his glasses with his hands underneath. Rust was watching him with a strange impatience. His stupid talk didn't make sense, none of his talks did, but this one was different, because Marty had agreed to do something that anyone would blow up in seconds and Rust just didn't know how to return the favor, by God, he'd even bought him a stupid latte and a couple of donuts!, that was already a lot.

From time to time Rust didn't know how to deal with kindness, wasn't used to it, let alone having to give it, anyway, right there, sitting across from Marty, in a diner with his donuts and his almost finished cup Rust really thought about how to be nice with genuine interest in making it...

He never got it anyway, but Marty got the point and that might be more than enough.

"You know, you don't have to count a damn, it's your life, Rust.

He told him, if it hadn't been for his soft tone, Cohle would have thought the other man was upset, but luckily that wasn't the case.

"I'll tell you at some point, I swear," Rust told him, his voice a thin thread of sweetened seriousness.

Marty just smiled and shrugged, realizing that the topic had ended there, and that he didn't want to harass who now seemed to have become more than an enemy/almost a friend in a heartbeat. He smiled and preferred to continue joking, that was simply the best, for him and above all for Rust.

"Next time we can ask the doctor to use a lancet," he told him.

Rust just laughed. A real genuine laugh that had been missing for a long time on his soft red lips. Marty felt that, at least for that day and what little he had managed to do in it, made him feel satisfied enough with himself.

"Fuck you" he said with an amused tone "I have more studies anyway, you know...

"I'll accompany you, don't worry" he interrupted him and then smiled, after a few moments Rust did exactly the same "but you pay for the damn breakfast the next time I'm here it cost me a fortune.

"Done deal" he finished saying.

After all the money didn't matter if the next time Rust had to face the hospital and his needles he would at least have someone to do it with.

Original fanfic post

It's not the best characterization of Rust, I admit. (My character here is horrible lol), but I had a lot of fun writing this.

[albinoshepard]

This is the second part of a short excerpt I wrote for the "N7 Month Challenge 2021" ("Snow"), for which in the meantime I unintentionally found a fanart suitable for the purpose. 😁

Evfra: "What are you talking about, Ryder?"

Ryder: "Come on! It's an earthly tradition, all the negative thoughts of the year are chased away on this occasion and we are grateful for what we have!"

Evfra: "We have a war to fight and the front line is getting thinner and thinner. I don't have time for this earthly nonsense!"

Jaal: "Evfra, be reasonable, I'm convinced that a little distraction can be good for the morale of the troops and this earthly holiday is suitable for the purpose"

Evfra: "Mmh. One day you will explain to me how you can be my best warrior and at the same time be completely naive. All right, all right. But I don't want you to let your guard down!"

Ryder: "Oh, we won't! We have thought of everything! And for this very reason we also have uniforms suitable for the occasion! They keep you very warm and are ideal for the Voeld climate!"

Evfra: "Do you want ME to wear that? Oh, stars and skies protect me!"

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🔗 credits to @kefpomronga27 (ORIGINAL POST)

N7 Month Challenge 2023

Day #09: Holiday

Prompt List - @n7month

🎮 Mᴀss Eғғᴇᴄᴛ Aɴᴅʀᴏᴍᴇᴅᴀ ℹ️ PʟᴀʏSᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 4 | Lɪɢʜᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ

[doodlebloo]

NEW FOLLOWERS MUST READ THIS POST!!!!!

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MOST IMPORTANT THING TO SAY: I DO NOT SUPPORT DREAM OR WILBUR SOOT.

The Dream SMP is a COLLABORATIVE ROLEPLAY STORY. I still enjoy many parts of the COLLABORATIVE story that OTHER PEOPLE wrote and acted out, which is perfectly achievable without supporting whatever Dream or Wilbur's current projects are. I care about the story that many other streamers who did nothing wrong poured their hearts into!!!

DNI IF YOU ARE A DREAM/WILBUR SUPPORTER.

DO NOT FOLLOW IF:

You are under 13 (I AM AN ADULT (21) so if you're a minor and that makes you uncomfortable feel free to block me! I will not take it personally at all, keep yourself safe!)

c!Dream apologists/You think c!Tommy "deserved" exile in any way

You read/write RPF (stories about the actual streamers and not their characters)

You are uncomfortable with /A c!beeduo

Any and all truthers, ''crit" bloggers, or whatever else. (Basically if you try and piece together streamers' personal lives/info from "clues" found on their socials)

Lastly, blanket statement: Transphobes, Exclusionists, Anti-Neopronouns DNI.

PSA: I am a Tubbling first and foremost. I also like Ranboo. Neither have to be your favorite but DNI if you genuinely despise either of them.

New ppl from Twitter read this immediately

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=== Bloo = She/Her = 20 = Lesbian ===

Hello! I am doodlebloo. I've been here in the dsmp fandom since 2020, and before that I was a fan of SMPLive, SMPEarth etc, so I've been around for a while.

I wrote fics like "And Then You Fell In Love?", "Married Life" and "Wedding Bells", and used to frequently liveblog and post meta.

I'm not as active as I used to be due to IRL craziness (NOT due to lack of interest!) but I have the theoretical intention to finish my fics and I still love talking abt the dsmp + Tubbo in general.

Feel free to send asks about anything you like, I love getting them! :] <3

[irltranstangotek]

We collectively use he/him + ice/ices + cold/colds + snow/snows + flame/flames + fire/fires pronouns! Our collective name is Tango ! 20 years old ! transmasc and very, very queer. I love using slurs (that i can reclaim, obvi). I love being me to the fullest extent.

I love writing gay sex between minecraft characters. You should give me prompts and ideas for general mcyt fanfic ideas. Blinks at you. My art and writing blog is @transmodifiedtek

Professionally diagnosed polyfrag DID system !

We are fluid with the language we use on ourselves, including but not limited to; parts, alters, headmates, bitch who eats my cheese at 3 am.

I have bpd, autism, adhd, ocd, and im also physically disabled. I use a cane. Slay.

My main fandoms;

Hermitcraft + related media, dsmp, team crafted / old mcyt, yogscast, my little pony, homestuck, TOME (terrain of magical expertise)

I dont have a set dni, I block freely. However! Endogenic community + supporters are not welcome on my blog(s)

[nakamurastorrington]

Your design inspired me to draw ☺️love Alabaster he’s like my fave PJO character. Tied between him and Nico tbh. (Whose actually on the other side of the pic but I cropped it so you could only see Alabaster)

WHATTTTTTT THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOSH IM SO HONORED I INSPIRED SMTH LIKE THIS???? I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Everyone look at him pls!!! Look at this smug ass witchy boy with his flowing hair and chiton omg 😭💖

Im always glad to find other Alabaster and Titan Army stans out here in the wild ahhhh 🥹🥹

[reverintherevery]

Hi! I am Rever!

Rever | 21 | Artist

Main nonsense at: @fanficmaniatic

COMMISSIONS: OPEN!

[pocketsizedcrab]

purely for my own benefit, here’s access to all my posts ever through tags lmao

(art is for my own art, the other tags r reblogs)

[asleepyy]

i'm not nice, nice is a four letter word. just like love.

[zuppizup]

And They Were Zoom-mates… Chapter 37

Summary: Callum thought being a graphic designer for a large, multi-national company would be a boring, if safe, career choice Callum thought wrong.

Threatened with a lawsuit over copyright infringement, he has no choice but to rely on renowned ‘Ice Queen’ Rayla from legal to get him out of a nightmare scenario.

This is really the last thing he needs in isolation.

Pairing: Rayla/Callum

Rating: Mature

AO3 Link: And They Were Zoom-mates

Rayla cringed, shifting in her chair. Another lazy morning just slightly put on edge by Runaan. What she wouldn’t give for a relaxed start to the day, especially considering she was supposed to be on holidays. It had been a nice morning so far, a decent sleep-in and then downstairs for breakfast, both of them still in their pyjamas.

The wood burning stove had been revived from the previous night, making the entire house cosy and inviting, despite the chill clearly lurking outside. Ethari and Runaan had been drinking tea in the kitchen as they did a crossword together when she and Callum emerged from their bedroom.

It had all been so pleasant.

Read More On AO3: And They Were Zoom-mates Chapter 37: (Old Big Feelings)

[numptypylon]

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They absolutely had hurt each other.

The ass picture was at least a bit funny, in retrospect, but the pub quiz sure wasn’t.

“There’s just so much about the last year-and-a-half that’s… different, in retrospect. With knowing that you liked me like that, the whole time. Like… damn,” Rayla snickered, “I have questions.”

“Ask them.”

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Excerpt from the (soon!) upcoming sequel, Where the Heart Is (it even has a title now!), to my housemates-to-lovers cottage cuddles AU, Home Free and Homeward Bound, where the idiots now lovers navigate their new thing

[valeriapryanikova]

This season, on Hermitcraft...

(speedpaint)

[dailymumbojumbo]

Mumbo Skins

[shyhandart]

Twilight :3

[beebeedibapbeediboop]

Spooky season is almost there...who you gonna call?