#no one is safe in these streets

[too-deviant]

I feel reader is a Zeus kid just bc of her mother being a lawyer and Zeus is supposed to be like God of law too or smth

wait……….

[strongermonster]

one of the funniest news things in canada that always tickles me is the ongoing war between magic mushroom shops and the police.

this is the absolute height of humour to me right now

[bl0rbohandbag]

Malleus on his way to tell his grandmother the next queen of Briar Valley is going to be a magicless human from another world that just showed up at NRC one day and if he doesn't marry them there will be NO EGG and the Draconia bloodline ends with him

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 294

Danny has found an… interesting corner of the Realms, avoided by all. There’s a bunch of ghosts, and a couple demons, angels, and a couple things that he’s never seen before. It’s actually really fun, and no one else ever comes so it’s kind of peaceful even with the chaos the family there does. There’s even a couple doctors who are happy to help him out, and apparently several dozen of them were vigilantes during life. Honestly this shadow area of the Zone is great!

Or, Danny stumbled across the Realms area where the bats of Every world and timeline have set up. He hasn’t realized the only reason he’s not already ghost-adopted is that the different versions are arguing over who gets to be the first to do so. 

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

You're mine now, old man.

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[scaledbackandisolated14]

I was driving today and forgot my city has a Mulberry Street! Thought I would share my findings 😂😂

[thefanciestborrower]

Sometimes being the resident pred just means you have to put up with your buddies using you as a tent every winter

Davey likes to complain about it, but truth be told he doesn’t mind all that much. At least it means he’s full right?

[eijiroukiriot]

it's been a sec since i've done a translation! but i think this comic is really sweet so translation under the cut!! the title on the comic is "kiribaku and tododeku who aren't public about their relationship (having mild heart attacks)", and the caption on the tweet is "i wanna read 10000 stories about people finding out about kiribaku and tododeku's relationships"

Hero Radio OFFTiME! On our program, you can hear top heroes spill a little bit about their private lives. Today's hosts are Deku and Red Riot! What kinds of things will they talk about? Let's see!

Midoriya: Man, you must be tired! You came here straight after a night shift, right? Are you feeling alright?

Kirishima: All good! Besides, you've been working ten days in a row, right? Good on you!

(word bubbles - Very, Very Tired)

M: Alright then, our first letter of the night...this one comes to us from BlueMackerel-san, who asks, "How did you spend your last day off?"

K: Uhh...oh yeah! Hiked 'n camped! And ate a ton of campfire food!

M: Oh, with Kacchan?

K: Yep!

M: He sure does like hiking.

Flashback Kirishima: WHOOPIE!!

Flashback Bakugou: Just eat it

M: What'd you two eat?

K: The works! Spare ribs, and homemade sausage, and meat, and more meat! Bakugou always packs a ton of meat to barbecue, it's crazy good! What about you?

M: Mmm...I slept in until around noon...and I think that day, Todoroki's family invited me over for dinner. His sister is a great cook!

Flashback Fuyumi: Welcome, welcome!

K: Coooool. So we both ended up just spending the day with our boyfriends, huh-

M: UH- um-

K: Huh? OH-! Cut! Cut!! Can you guys pretend you didn't hear that last...

M: Ohhhh my goddddddd

Narration: Our next letter comes to us from DieYouScum-san, who writes, "I'm killing you when you get home"

[marzipanladyart]

Emotional about first days of Lauren living with Erwan, I need a moment.

[puppetmaster13u]

Back on my Gotham is DC's version of Silent Hill Au/Prompt thing. Just make sure to follow the Bats and Birds- don't trust the lanterns by the roads, those won't stay working for long.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

I LOVE going everywhere by bike. Don't need to wait for a bus. Don't need to cram myself into a bus with (urgh) people. Or even worse, what feels like every single student in town. I still get home in about the same amount of time. I'm so so flexible including with places. Like yeah sure, let's go there! I don't care if the next bus station is far away. Doesn't matter to me.

Stayed out late with friends recently. Two of em had to get their family to come pick them up because that's too far to walk and it was too late for buses. A different friend lives like 30 minutes away but always walks and their way goes through a small park where literally no one is at with few lanterns so it's pitch black and I could literally just walk them home and then take the bike which is faster and has its own light and feels and probably is safer than walking those dark ass streets at night alone.

Like. I can just do all that. And yeah, sometimes when I'm not doing too well I feel like collapsing afterwards and yeah, maybe my fingers feel like falling off a lot at this time of year but that's like. SO worth it. I have no idea how people can live and NOT go everywhere by bike. Like if it's more than 20-30 minutes maybe but even with hills.... I fucking love my bike.

[wekillitwithfire]

its a unique kind of pain when you get really into something with a small fanbase and not much recent fanart, and you find a really cool piece from a really good artist and you just love how they interpret and draw the characters and you're obsessed with it and you can't wait to see what else they have in store, but then you go to their blog and you realize that the drawing was just a one-off 'i watched this show (etc.) recently and thought it was kinda cool" and they're very unlikely to make anything else for it again

[and-stir-the-stars]

saffron pawn evan, a dark silhouette in the doorway of mike's bedroom: *staring like a cat*

mike, praying he wasn't starting back up with the Knife Threat Thing: ...yea, ev?

evan: 😐 sorry your life sucks

mike:

mike: ???? sorry yours sucks too??

“Come on… Just… sleep…!”

Exhausted words tumbled from Michael’s lips, groaning at himself as his dark blue gaze stared listlessly through the cracks in the crumpled white paint on the ceiling. 

It wasn’t that hard. All you had to do was just close your eyes and not think about anything, right? 

Mike tossed and turned on the bed. The scratchy, cheap covers tangled against his limbs as he tried to decide whether he should keep pretending to be trying to fall asleep or if he should just get up and try doing something productive for once. 

The realization came to him gradually, like a deep sea mine drifting closer and closer to shore with every wave on the tide. 

The kid– no, the adult, young adult, that’s what he was, now– flipped from one side of the bed to another. He kicked the covers off, the oppressive heat dampening his skin with a suffocating layer of sweat, before quickly throwing them back on twenty seconds later. 

His skin crawled and he swallowed down a lump in his throat, wincing at the painful reminder that he should have drank a glass of water before heading to bed. 

Michael squeezed his eyes shut with more force than was necessary. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. He had to be up early for work tomorrow, so why the hell couldn’t he fall asleep? The world’s easiest task, and yet here he was, failing miserably. 

Typical. 

A pit formed in Mike’s stomach. Hard and angry, aching and heavy, like someone had replaced his insides with bricks. 

Michael’s entire body tensed as he recognized the feeling. 

Ignoring the sudden, panicked light-headedness and the saliva thickening in his throat as though he might vomit at any moment, Mike’s eyes snapped open and his sharp blue gaze flitted around the room on instinct, searching for the danger. 

It was dark in the room, of course. Not just because it was three in the morning, but because Mike needed it to be pitch black to fall asleep. His curtains stayed drawn and his door was always shut, blocking out any possible sources of light, because if there was any light at all then Michael would stay up all night staring at it as though afraid it might disappear at any moment. It was best to just be engulfed in darkness from the very start, in Michael’s opinion. 

Michael blinked the exhaustion from his eyes as his gaze snapped from one part of his room to the next, looking for whatever it was that had set off his sixth sense. Mike had learned a long time ago not to ignore that sixth sense. Better to be safe than sorry. 

His panicked gaze must have passed over the doorway three times before his brain finally registered what was wrong. 

His bedroom door was wide open. 

A human-shaped patch of shadow darker than the rest of the blackness stalked in the threshold. 

Michael jumped, his mind supplying the shadow with a million faces that had hurt him over the years. 

The shadow stayed perfectly still. 

It took Michael several panicked breaths to finally realize his mistake. 

It wasn’t just a human-shaped shadow. 

Evan. Evan, leaning in the threshold, with one hand wrapped anxiously around the doorway, just like he had done when they were both little kids, when Evan had had a nightmare and would stand in Mike’s doorway debating whether Mike would get mad if he came inside. 

Evan’s pale face shone in the darkness. Mike wondered how long Evan had been standing there and how he could have missed seeing his brother in the threshold, even with the dark pajamas keeping the rest of Evan’s frame hidden in the darkness. If Mike had squinted at Evan’s face, he would have been able to make out the dull gleam of Evan’s eyes, but it wasn’t Evan’s face that Mike was looking at. 

No, Michael’s gaze jerked between Evan’s sides, looking for any semblance of a metallic gleam as the memory of waking up to a knife at his throat made the older Afton’s blood freeze in his veins. 

Michael hadn’t known what had been worse: the frighteningly cold press of the metal against his skin, the warm trickle of blood down his neck from the knife nicking him as Mike struggled, the bone-chilling horror at the realization of what Evan had tried to do, or seeing the agony that had been splayed on Evan’s face as Ev realized that he couldn’t kill his older brother the same way he killed all those animals in the woods outside. 

Mike’s fingers white-knuckled against the scratchy blankets. He forced one shaky breath down his throat after another. The oxygen burned his throat with every breath as he checked Evan’s hands again, trying hard to pretend that Evan finding his way into Mike’s room in the dead of night, armed with anger and fists and sharp nails and teeth and occasionally with a kitchen knife that Mike stupidly hadn’t properly locked away, wasn’t a semi-regular occurrence. 

(Maybe Michael should have kept his door locked at night. No, there was no maybe about it– he definitely should have it locked. But he couldn’t, because what if Evan needed him and couldn’t get in because Mike had decided to be selfish?)

Evan hadn’t moved an inch. The teen’s face stayed blank, utterly blank, as he stared at Michael through the darkness. 

Slowly, Mike peeled himself from the mattress and propped himself up on his elbows. “Y-Yeah, Ev?” 

Evan’s green gaze tracked Michael as he moved. Silence weighed heavily in the air, and Michael’s gaze slipped down to Evan’s suspiciously empty hands again. 

Please don’t, please don’t, please don’t do that again, Michael begged even as another voice in his head whispered that he was a fool for expecting anything else.So what if Evan gave him a little scare? So what if Evan hurt him? Of course he deserved anything Evan would do to him. And Evan never came into Michael’s room like this for any other reason. 

Finally, after much too many panicked heartbeats pounding inside Michael’s chest, something happened. 

A nervous gleam flashed in Evan’s eyes, as well as something else, something deep and troubled and terrified that Mike didn’t quite know how to name. The corners of Evan’s lips twitched, dipping downward into the smallest frown.

“...Sorry that your life sucks.” 

The words left Evan’s throat in a voiceless mumble. It took Michael a moment to piece the near-silent mumbles into words, and even when he did, he could only blink at his little brother, certain that he must have misheard. 

Michael’s lips fluttered soundlessly. 

Ever since their argument a few days ago about why Mike had left alone when he ran away from the Afton household, Evan had been asking to know more and more about what had happened after he ran away. 

And Michael had been answering his questions. Kind of. Just telling Evan about the lighter stuff that had happened and the things that were so commonplace that Mike had quickly grown used to them; so used to them that he could talk about them without his voice shaking and breaking apart. 

Outside of the occasional confused frown, Evan hadn’t reacted to the stories Mike had told all that much.

Maybe Michael had taken the lack of reaction as affirmation that his “traumatic” stories weren’t actually all that bad. 

Maybe that was why Michael was so flabbergasted now. 

“Um…” Mike winced as his voice cracked on the single syllable. His tongue pressed against the backs of his front teeth, his brain trying to stutter out a sincere confused ‘thank you?’ before the elder Afton squashed the urge down and struggled to come up with another response.. “...Sorry yours sucks too?” 

Evan’s frown deepened, but outside of that, Evan had no reaction to Michael’s quiet response. 

The two of them stared at each other in a silence that seemed to last forever. 

Mike shifted in his bed, uncomfortable with all the staring, but Ev didn’t seem to notice. He stayed locked in place in the threshold, his eyes locked on Mike as though searching for something. 

“Did you… need something?” Mike finally asked. His brain wandered once again to when they were both little, when toddler Evan would stand in his door after a nightmare until Mike hissed at him to go. “Did you want to come in…?” 

Despite the darkness, Mike didn’t need to see it to know that, across the room, Evan tensed. The audible, sharp inhale that ripped past Evan’s lips clued Mike in on that. That unusual– nowadays it was unusual, at least– tender, nervous gleam left Evan’s eyes at once, his face carefully smoothing over as he took a step back, away from Michael. 

The last thing Michael saw of Evan was his head shaking ‘no’ before he took another step back and disappeared, consumed by the shadows lurking in the hallway. 

[rohirric-hunter]

LOTRO intro game with Hathellang?

@sweetearthandnorthernsky also suggested this!

Hmm, an intro quest that takes place mostly or entirely in Bree could be an interesting challenge! (Under the cut because this got long lol.)

The player is on an evening walk in Bree-town and they turn into an alley only to happen across a young man half in and half out of a window. The two of you exchange alarmed words, but before anything can come of them you're interrupted by the sound of voices from around the corner. Both of you stop to listen in on this new conversation, which is between Bill Ferny and a mysterious southerner.

The conversation is cryptic but concerning, and you can just about pick up that they're planning on some kind of brigand attack on Bree. It ends with a remark along the lines of, "Remember, no loose ends," and then footsteps coming towards you. The thief points you towards a satchel on the ground, telling you there's a weapon inside and you should arm yourself.

(It's heavily implied that whatever weapon you find inside is whatever he just stole. "This 'silver dagger' seems an awful lot like a table knife to you. Something about the monogrammed handle..." "Eltrys Mugwort doesn't know what this oddly smooth rock is, or where it came from, or what the runes carved on it mean, but it's been in her family for generations." "This shield is clearly decorative. You hope it holds up until you find something a bit more durable." "Fancy club? Or pewter candlestick?")

You have a brief altercation with Bill Ferny and the southerner before they flee, shouting that it won't matter who knows after tonight. The two of you give chase, but lose them in the winding streets.

At this point there's a pause. Maybe the introductory instance ends and releases you into a tutorial version of Bree. There are a few NPCs around and sidequests, but not too many, as the intro takes place at night. Hathellang takes a moment to properly introduce himself and give some general background on Bill Ferny, and expresses concerns regarding some new brigand gangs that have moved into the area from the south. Hopefully this part won't be too talky, since most of what Hathellang actually knows about this goes like, "A (a former Blackwold that he hangs out with sometimes) said that B (a mutual friend current Blackwold) said that C (a Blackwold who's trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the north) said that D (a Blackwold strongly opposed to integrating with the strangers from the north) (deceased) said that E (a Blackwold trying to integrate the Blackwolds with the strangers from the south) said that F (one of the strangers from the south trying to get the Blackwolds to join them) (deceased) said that G (Bill Ferny) said that H (nobody knows who this is) (deceased) said that I said something." (I is for Isengard.) I suppose he might be a little more involved in this situation, just to make him a little bit more of a reliable narrator. In any event, he doesn't like what he heard one bit and is absolutely set on finding out what's going on and most likely putting a stop to it.

He sends you on a number of mini missions around Bree to gather information. Places you would visit include Bill Ferny's house, Harry Goatleaf's post by the West Gate, and the Prancing Pony where the Southerner has a room. (Aragorn is here too. He's not directly involved in the quest, but he does have quest comments if you go snooping around in his room.) Hathellang has also ostensibly been following up some leads around town, and you eventually meet up with him by the Boar Fountain to compare notes.

At this point he would probably suggest you go talk to <class_trainer> in the nearby training hall to give you a brief introduction to combat, and then send you on one more mission, down to Beggar's Alley (in a not-so-sublte tribute to the obsolete quest that used to spawn a southern brigand there. And also spawn a southern brigand there randomly when you weren't even on the quest). Hathellang might come along as an ally on this quest, or maybe he'll instruct you to meet him there. Beggar's Alley is crawling with southern brigands, and from talking to the people who actually live there and stealing plans from the brigands you realize that they're planning a huge assault on Bree tonight, hoping to take over, or, failing that, to plunder the bank and auction hall.

Hathellang tells you to run to the town jail, where the guard barracks are, and tell Second-watcher Heathstraw what you just saw. "I'd go myself, but, well, never you mind why not. Oh, and you'd best not let him see you carrying that <class_weapon>. Here, you can use this one if you need to." Mechanic unlocked: quest rewards. (I think it would be really funny if Heathstraw had some extra dialogue if the player ignores Hathellang's advice and keeps the stolen item equipped. Something small, like a, "Now where did you come by that? Never mind, there are more pressing matters to attend to." But it would be funny to have it acknowledged.)

You run to the jail and talk to Heathstraw and he gathers what members of the town guard are awake and ready to fight and follows you back to Beggar's Alley, where Hathellang and some of the townspeople are already having a standoff with a number of the brigands, headed up by that southerner from before. They've stuck quite a large group of them in here through a hole they cut in the hedge, depending on less guard activity in this area to stay under the radar. At the arrival of the guards a full on fight breaks out and you face off against the southerner a la the end of the Before the Shadow intro. Once you've got his health low enough, he flees, heading north through the Oldstone Gate, and you pursue. But as you crest the top of the Oldstone Ruins you're just in time to see him fall, with a cloaked figure standing over him holding a sword. You can approach the figure and speak to him, but he will only say that it sounds as if the town guard has the matter well in hand, and when Hathellang and Heathstraw approach he runs away into the shadows.

Heathstraw assures you that the brigands are just about routed, mostly running back the way they came, and bemoans the fact that you never did find any evidence to tie Bill Ferny to the matter. He believes that he was involved, of course, the whole town knows he's up to no good, but he can't arrest a man based on the whole town knowing he's up to no good. When you ask about the cloaked figure he says it sounds like a Ranger. He didn't know any were in town just now, but they come and go as they please. If you want to know more, he heard there's one put up at the inn in Combe. Then you're spat out into the open world and are given a quest to go speak to Toradan, which will tie you in to the Human intro.

As an NPC Hathellang would probably not leave Bree. You would be able to find him hanging around the Boar Fountain and he might have a handful of quests for you. He also might be involved in the Bree skirms or the In Their Absence questline, but wouldn't travel away from the wider Bree area very much if at all.

[natsuki-bakery]

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[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street

After stopping the apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale finally take the next step in their six-thousand-year friendship. But when a spate of miracles sweeps across Soho and Mayfair, they realize their amorous escapades may have an unintended side effect. As they scramble to restore balance and an archangel arrives to investigate, Heaven and Hell’s messengers learn that you can never have too much of a good thing.

Length: 38,256 words

AO3 Rating: Mature/ Spice Level 🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Comedy

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by akfedeau

*Minor Spoilers* This fic is so fun! One of the authors tags is "Crack Treated Seriously" and that is such a good description for this. The plot here revolves around the fact that every time Aziraphale orgasms, a miracle happens. For a story whose entire plot revolves around sex, this is a very clean story. None of their...fornications are described. This isn't a smut story. What it is though, is funny. I loved the dialogue in this. Both Aziraphale and Crowley read so much like their canon, it's incredibly easy to read this in their voices. The added characters were a risk that paid off big time. I was very interested in Sabrael and Sitri. I was intrigued by them and they are very well written additions. Overall a very enjoyable time! Safe in public, a very casual read too if you need something to read in stolen moments. What I haven't mentioned yet is the incredible art that is throughout this story! They set the scene SO WELL and they were amazing!! Such talent here.

Read it here, fic by akfedeau