#i guess uuhhh

[littleouroboros]

???tober Day 2: Horseman

[oldfriendsseniortwittersanctuary]

Halsin makes a big deal about how your relationship isn't going to be monogamous but he never gets with anyone else. What a missed opportunity. Everyone else in the camp except for Withers (and even im not 100% sure about that) wants to ride the bear; why don't they get to? Are you telling me that Lae'zel, the horniest woman in Faerun, isn't going to shoot her shot? That Shadowheart, the second horniest woman in Faerun, isn't going to try to climb Mount Halsin? Let Halsin fuck his way through the camp! Let him get that wizussy! Let Karlach, the third horniest woman in Faerun, get that druid dick! Is it in character for Wyll to tussle with that hunky elf? Not really but if Wyll was going to say "fuck it I want some action" with anyone it'd be Halsin. Come on Larian.

[beedreamscape]

To pair my last post, but in happier tones.

Part of me thinks Kiriona was so set up on turning John back to mortal, after any Harrowhark intentions that overrule everything else, not because she has lofty plans of ruling over anyone but because if he isn't immortal anymore, he's not god anymore, and if he's not god nor the emperor, he's free to be just her dad.

I want the griddlehark drama and angst and romance for the next book, but I also want to see Gideon experiencing some, at the very least, normal times with an adult figure that doesn't hate her, that feels responsible for her, that might even love her, in an environment that isn't 'headquarters of an empire at war'.

Which alternatively could also be achieved with Pyrrha once they overcome the larger-than-life wall that is Wake between them, but that'd still be different than the father figure of John who, in his best days, has a personality that matches Gideon's so well and could very well offer the tenderness she's never been shown before, tenderness he's very capable of when he's not drunk in his own revenge plots.

[teecupangel]

I just thought of a great world that Desmond would love (hate). What if he wound up in the miraculous ladybug or sailor moon world? How would he deal with all of the magical crap?

I would like to take this time to show this again XD

I’m going to focus on Sailor Moon because I’m most familiar with that XD

First of all: I mean… at least it’s not Puella Magica. Desmond should count his blessings.

Alright, let’s talk about how this would work.

At first, Desmond would believe he had just been transported into Japan and would try to contact the Brotherhood. It’s during this time that he gets to encounter one of the monsters and he’d be surprised, going “what the fuck?” before just going “fuck it” and trying to take down the monster himself.

Sailor Moon and her team arrives while they’re fighting and Desmond has to watch these clearly teenage girls fight the crap out of that monster with magic powers.

At first, he thinks “Isu bullshit?” and then goes “Naaahh” because that would be too much.

Something weird is going on, that’s for sure.

So he leaves before anyone could ask him how he could stand toe to toe with a monster, his hood hiding his identity (there’s a bit of “did Tuxedo Mask forgot his suit?” but Usagi is sure that the strange hooded man wasn’t Tuxedo Mask).

Anyway, Desmond couldn’t get in contact with any of the Assassins.

When he goes to the supposed Assassin safe house in Japan, he gets to talk to the boss of a yakuza clan who tells him that he had heard of the Brotherhood but they were apparently wiped out centuries ago. It’s all very mysterious but the legend goes that the Assassins and the Templars joined forces to defeat a monster from beyond the skies and they sacrificed their lives to ‘defeat’ that monster.

Desmond isn’t sure just how accurate that legend is but it seems to be an explanation to why there’s no Brotherhood.

He stays in Japan because… well… the monster he saw fell from the skies so there’s a possible connection there.

He has no idea what the hell this magical shit is but, by god, he was going to try and interrogate one of them.

Unorganized Notes:

Desmond uses a reversible hooded jacket that’s black and white. He uses black most of the time, reversing it to white when he’s hunting monsters. He also wears a white face mask to hide his lower face. He would like to stress he’s not a superhero or whatever the fuck is up with Tuxedo Mask. He just don’t want anyone recognizing him.

Speaking of, he finally meets Tuxedo Mask and they do not get along. Not at all. Tuxedo Mask thinks he’s too violent, Desmond is always wondering what the hell is he supposed to be doing.

Someone tries to call him the Hooded Mask and Desmond hates it.

He gets a part time job in a bar. Well… it’s a cozy restaurant during the day and a bar during the night. Usagi and her friends eat there more often because of the hot foreign bartender. (Desmond has made so much Shirley Templar thanks to them. His boozed Shirley Templar is a huge seller too)

The Yakuza boss he talks to helps him with his fake identity and gives him a place to stay, giving him info about how the monsters seemed to be centered in the district he woke up in. Desmond wondered why the boss was helping him, the boss tells him to just indulge her because she had always enjoyed the legends of the ‘great’ Assassin Brotherhood. This boss is this world’s version of Mochizuki Saeko, the mentor of the Japanese Brotherhood during modern day.

The Sailor Senshi has a crush on Desmond because he’s older, nice and hot. Even Usagi but Usagi would like to stress that Mamoru is hotter.

Desmond is pretty sure his regulars are the Sailor Senshis because (1) they look a lot like them and (2) they whisper sometimes and Desmond’s hearing has been enhanced by his Eagle Senses that he can still hear them. He doesn’t confront them though because he doesn’t necessarily want to get in the middle of anything. He just wants information to why he’s here and how to get back to his world.

He does help them out when they’re fighting monsters, going as far as carrying them out of harm’s way and it’s clear that they’ve eaten up more than they could chew. It’s a common occurrence where Tuxedo Mask tries to encourage them while Desmond tries to remind them that it’s okay to not be strong enough and to leave it to him. His methods are… well… quick and painless.

Depending on which arc we’re going for, if Chibiusa is already in the story, she doesn’t like Desmond. She thinks Mamoru is still the best and Desmond just smiles at this because… well… what else is he supposed to do?

Speaking of Chibiusa, if she uses the hypnosis ability of Luna-P and it makes him very wary of the kid… and want to check Luna-P because that thing feels too much like a POE.

That’s right! The Moon Kingdom are Isus! To be more exact, they’re the Isus who left Earth and made a home on the moon to escape the Solar Flare. So yeah… Desmond needs to find a way to contact someone from the Moon Kingdom OR get to the Moon Kingdom as the answer might be there. Maayybbeeee.

(Sailor Pluto might actually have the answers he needs but he doesn’t know that)

[nickkcha]

Hi again! I drew my Casey's version, I really love this design I made, I think I copied his aesthetic bc i have all these exact clothes XD

(and I re opened comms info in dm •3•)

[mamawasatesttube]

girl help. is there any real consensus on how to tag qprs on ao3??

[melverie]

Hey if anyone wants to sell turnips in New Horizons, Timmy & Tommy are paying 543 bells per turnip on my island 👀

[bloo-the-dragon]

*POSTS THIS AND RUNS*

(Quick one shot for this art for the sams au)

[konfizry]

i do like that they took Dahna's rotundity (and the resulting timezones) into account with the shots of the different locations when alphen wants to charge the wish

[callmehere-iwillappear]

a brief summary of leo's time in the prison dimension <3 the rest is under the read more, warning for uuhh. Limbs Should Not Bend That Way and also gore(??) it's the same level of detail/intensity as the rest of these drawings so

[rust-bearer]

First Aid Deathless AU aka angel au. The specific thought that prompted this was. Overlord’s death count in his rampage. Surely First Aid would have been tending to people as they fell. He wouldn’t have just hid like Ratchet told him too (Ambulon hadn’t, either.)

Now imagine he just. Dies too. He is rushing down the hall and comes across Overlord in the overmosh pit. One badly placed swing. One ill timed step. First Aid flies back, hits something, impales himself. Dies.

No one notices. By the time they do, he’s alive again. What a miracle that he’s fine, they all say. Wounded, but alive.

He doesn’t tell them.

[prosecutor-steele]

"Having to wear glasses/contacts is a disability"

Me, having worn glasses since idk kindergarten: No....

[corpsoir]

hi. ever wondered how skagen got his scar over his eye. well i wrote a little silly story about it have funnnn if theres misspellings or weird grammar no theres not dont look at it <3

its about 1.4k words long!

cw for drowning!

He has dreamt about drowning. Read about it in books, seen it in movies too. All of that had failed to mention just how badly it would hurt and how exhausting it is. Every single gasp for air feels like knives in his chest, but then again, it’s not much air he’s breathing in after all. His lungs are filled with the salt of the sea around him, the loud crashing of the waves against the rocks fills his ears, making him feel dizzy. His arms and legs feel like they're made of lead, fighting the waves becomes increasingly impossible the more he moves.

How did he even end up here? Skagen’s mind feels foggy and blurry, and instead of focusing on trying to keep his head above the waves, his mind wanders. It’s easier than trying to fight the sea anyways, and oh he’s so tired… Oh, how easy it would be to just... Let go and relax, letting the sea cradle him and rock him until his eyelids feel like heavy leather, impossible to keep open. One wave sweeps him farther away from the rocks, and the next sends him hurtling against them. Somewhere in the distance he can feel the barnacles tearing his skin open.

The salt in Skagen's eyes and lungs stings. The waves are whispering and roaring simultaneously, and he feels himself floating away to just this morning, lying safely in bed under his warm covers. The memory already feels a little bit blurry around the edges, like spilled water on an ink drawing. Was it really just this morning? It feels like it's been eons. Another gasp for air just fills his lungs with more water. He misses his blanket; this shit is cold and kind of sucks.

Skagen let’s himself get carried away by the sea, back to his warm bed under the covers, the morning sun casting golden stripes in his room, tickling his eyelashes. A hand brushes his hair from his cheek, and he can feel a tired smile forming on his face. The hand then grabs his shoulder and shakes him impatiently.

"Stooop, just five more minutes, come on..." he drawls.

Skagen is hit by a cold rush or air when the covers are lifted, and someone slinks in beside him. Oh, that's right. Solvei had stayed over for a sleepover, now he remembers... Or... Does he? The memory is getting really grainy, the ink on the paper losing its original shape becoming a pitch black, shapeless swirl in the water.

He's so warm and cosy here, his bed rocking him back to sleep. Just five more minutes. Arms still heavy as lead, wrapping them around Solvei proves to be a challenge. Is she slipping away from him already?

"What the hell Sol, come back, where are you going...?" he mumbles, or at least he tries to. All he can muster is a wet gurgle, and it burns. Oh, it burns and his entire face hurts. The covers suddenly feel sharp, like they’re digging into his skin, the pillow a sharp point straight through his eye.

"Skagen," he can hear Solvei saying somewhere far away, above him. "Open your eyes, you idiot."

He does.

He's greeted with the worst pain he's ever felt in his life. His face feels like it's being split in half, torn apart, and a rush of adrenaline surges through his body. Skagen tries to whip his head around to find the surface, but the pain is literally pulling on his face, and the water around him is red, thick with blood.

Wait, are there sharks on the west coast? The thought suddenly hits him out of nowhere, until he realises it’s a fucking stupid thought and he’s currently drowning. There are no blood-thirsty sharks in Sweden. There is water in his lungs though.

He can barely see anything. His hair, the seaweed, the blood, the sunshine breaking through the surface above, all rendering him completely unable to see.

Something yanks on him then, the pain in his face shooting through his entire body, and suddenly he breaks through the surface, yet again feeling his skin being torn apart by the barnacles on the rocks. He wants to scream, but instead of noise its water rushing out of his lungs.

While in the water, his arms and legs felt heavy and difficult to move, but now it's virtually impossible. He tries to sit up, tries to move his arms and get away from the waves lapping at his feet and legs, but no matter what he does he can’t force his muscles to move even an inch.

He can hear someone shouting, a man’s voice. Stop yelling, Skagen thinks. I’m trying to sleep here, can you shut up?

The last rush of adrenaline he felt has left him, and he's left a cold, bruised and bloody mess on the rocks.

---

Next thing he knows, he's in a hospital bed. Warm blankets remind him of this morning again. Oh, this feels nice actually, it's just what he needed! Warm, cosy, it feels like he's floating. He can hear his parents outside, but their conversation is muffled and sounds... Weird. It's as if someone pitched everything down and made every noise sound offbeat and out of tune. There's a pressure on his face and opening his eyes he realises his right eye has been covered with something. He tries to raise his hand to poke at whatever is covering his face.

Someone is holding his hand in place.

"If you would've died there, I would've killed you, Skagen."

Ah, it's Solvei.

Grinning, he turns to look at her. "What're you talking about... I’d be double dead…” he grumbles. God, his vocal cords feel like they’re made of sandpaper. Sound like it, too.

Solvei slaps the hand she's holding and doesn't return his smile. The slight upward twitch in the corners of her lips doesn't go unnoticed by Skagen though.

"You-... Shut up, you were drowning! Stop joking, you scared the shit out of me! They had to bring you here with a fucking helicopter! What if it had crashed!" She is genuinely upset with him, that much is clear. Skagen feels a sting of guilt. He shuffles onto his elbows and slowly sits up, even this little movement renders him out of breath. Ugh, breathing hurts.

"Are you saying I got to fly in a helicopter, and I don't even remember it?" he says, voice strained.

Another slap on his hand sends him into a hoarse laughing fit, and this time Solvei can't keep herself from smiling.

"Careful, before I go tell the nurse to bring me water to finish what the sea started, you idiot."

Skagen scrunches his nose, pokes his tongue out at her and lies down again. God, his body is tired, aching. Bones, muscles, lungs and everything. Especially his face.

About that.

Skagen raises his free hand to poke at the bandages. What the hell happened to him?

“I don’t think you should touch that; the doctor said it looked uh… Pretty bad. I didn’t get to see it though, he might be lying. I dunno.” Solvei lets go of his hand and runs her fingers through his bangs. Sectioning the hair off in even chunks, giving him a clumsy, five stranded braid.

Skagen pokes at his face anyways.

“I can’t really feel anything though, it’s probably not that bad. I think I just got hit with the boom when the boat gybed…” Skagen closes his eye and yawns.

Solvei snorts. Continues her messy braiding. “Uh, yeah no wonder you don’t feel anything, they’ve probably given you like, every painkiller ever. On the planet. And also,” she yanks the half-done braid playfully, “did you forget what I told you already? You nearly drowned. Some guy found you and helped you, said he was out fishing. Caught you on his hook.”

It takes a few seconds of Skagen processing what he’s hearing – no doubt the painkillers making his mind a little foggy – before he starts giggling uncontrollably.

“Would you still like me if I was a trout?” he wheezes.

The laughter erupting from Solvei is only making Skagen cackle more.

“No, you weirdo, I would turn you into fish fingers immediately!” Using the now finished braid she whips him over the nose with it. Gently, of course.

“I bet I would taste delicious.”

“I bet you would taste disgusting. Hey, your hair is still full of salt.”

[fitzselfships]

Me every single day of my life (I am mentally ill)

[harcourt-st-anthony]

Meow!

[teehee]

everyone has such cool OC stories and worlds and lore but my OC story is just gay trans ppl in a ska band n like nobody wants to talk about it with me bc it’s boring to them lol ‼️ like usually all i get is a “that’s cool” and that’s it