#revive him se

[divine-ruin]

Fangs: Who non-vampire character would you like to see as a vampire and why?

(Me personally, I feel like I'd see a bit of Alucard from Castlevania in him...to that, I say YES PLEASE. Thank you @synapticbarbariancreature!)

[thefulcrumfiles]

Sol patrol aka girlies (gn) with daddy issues how are we feeling

[bunnihearted]

📚🎀💕

[lightningwaters]

[s-4pphics]

A/N: me vs writing what i’m supposed to aka moth aka vampire possession aka anyway here’s post santa barbara angst don’t ask questions im not really sure LOL

“You’re back.” 

Determined hands freeze in the dirt, the freshly watered daisies glistening under the beaming sun rays. Your soiled fingers halt all movement at the soft acknowledgment from behind. A sigh leaves your lips. 

“… I am.” 

An exhausted one, and it’s not from your strenuous labor in the garden. Your body refuses to turn, but holes burn in your spine, leaving behind lasered streaks of green. 

“Can you look at me?” Ellie pleads gently. The softest you’ve heard her be in months. 

What she doesn’t know is that you’ve been back. For a week actually, hiding out in other people’s homes throughout Jackson, assisting in places where Ellie’s least likely to go. The garden in particular; Pollen makes her sneeze. 

Time is vital and interesting; Dina left her and Ellie’s farmhouse with her son when you fled Jackson. She sought you out, but you weren’t there. You spent most of your time alone, walking, running, killing what you had to. Searched for peace, internal and external. The sight of the waterfall was worth the months-long trip. Your home is different now. Eerily quiet. The kids you helped teached to read don't play outside or laugh as often anymore. You hardly see Tommy or Maria around. Jesse is dead. Joel is dead. Dina isolates with JJ. Hugs him like she’ll die if she lets go. 

Ellie’s forever changed. The town’s forever changed, and you’ve finally accepted that it’s for the worse. 

“Is listening not enough?” 

Cordiality is beyond you. Spite is evident. Even the flowers can feel it. 

You tried to be patient, to coddle, to mourn and aid and tend. Sacrifice your own wellbeing for the sake of hers. You tried, Dina tried, Tommy didn’t but he did at the same time. Oddly, destructively, but in his own way. You blame him and don’t. Hate him and don’t. He’s violently and permanently scorned, but so are you. So is Ellie. She says nothing from behind you. You rise with a pop in your knees and an upturned lip. 

When you face Ellie, your knees wobble. Scarred: emotionally, physically, mentally. Permanently. Her eyes are more breakable than glass, the shattered hand that displays defeat hid shamefully behind her back. But her cheeks are fuller, no longer the hollow vacancies they were before she left. Maria was always on her back about finishing her meals. 

Grief is complicated. Hurt. Anger. The flowers wilt. Listening isn’t enough, and neither is sacrifice.

Ellie’s nose always twitches when she thinks. Your heart gives a sporadic pulse, but not enough to revive the shell you're trapped in. 

“I don’t want an apology from you.” 

She shakes her head, “I know.” 

“Then why are we talking?” 

Another twitch of her nose. She searches for something. “I—“

But then she flinches away from you, a bent arm coming up to cover her nose and mouth when she sneezes. A painful jerk thrums through your chest, but still not enough. 

“Bless you.” 

One more sneeze, but softer. A bit squeaky. Remnant of when you first met her at 13 and she followed you out to the greenhouse to watch you water the orange trees. 

“Thanks.” 

You nod stiffly. When she doesn’t say anything, you move to leave. Your work is done and she knows you’re back; There’s no point in being alone with her. 

Ellie doesn’t follow, but she does speak. 

“I’m trying.” 

You pause, one foot in front of the other. A doe learning how to walk for the first time. 

“I’m trying to be normal. I’m trying to be okay but it’s not working.” Her voice trembles.

You weren’t expecting a confession. Normal. An interesting use of the word. No one feels that anymore. 

“It probably won’t for a long time.” You state, just as quietly as she, “But if you stop trying, you’ll rot from the inside. If that’s what you want, then fine. But if not… That's all you can do now.” 

“Will we ever be okay?” 

‘We’ means many. ‘We’ means two. Your back’s to Ellie, but you can see her. Unmoving, but frantic. Her mind cranks at a million miles a minute. You feel her eyes on you. Too familiar. 

You’re not sure how to answer, so you don’t. You take one last look at her before you walk away. 

Flowers never look the same the next day. 

[ataraxiaspainting]

Old Friend.

Yan Kenjaku x F Reader x Yan Geto.

Synopsis: The stranger looks all too familiar, aside from three peculiar mannerisms. How his fingers creep along the table’s edge. How his voice is too soft, too kind, and not at all cruel. How there are black stitches on his forehead.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, misogyny, use of the word monkey, and descriptions of past physical/mental abuse.

Word Count: 900.

*~*~*~*

Flattery comes out from Suguru’s mouth one sentence at a time, the words themselves soothing but the tone not so. After being dressed in clothes you picked out, after being presented with food you loved before captivity, you feel as though you were just revived… reborn. This feeling is foreign and isn’t let into your heart all at once, but little bit by little bit, because you know that Suguru’s gifts are often never superficial, but you also know how fast Suguru’s temper can spew once he has had enough of your antics.

On your knees, that demand is always accompanied by Suguru’s pointer finger facing down to the floor, monkey.

Somehow that collar consistently finds its way into Suguru’s right hand, even without one of his servants giving it to him.

But yet, here and now, you don’t feel the same ominous aura. It’s something darker. Something that for once isn’t directed at you, but the servants Suguru always treated well. So, would that make his aura lighter? You’re not sure. Similar to when it comes to Suguru’s moods and false smiles and truthful lies, you don’t know what to think.

“Master Geto?” You ask, looking past him to the balcony exit behind him. With all the candles put on the table, his face looks nearly fully illuminated, but the shadow covering his eyes is still there regardless. 

“Yes, pet?” Suguru responds, his hands cupping his face as he looks at you. 

“I…” You start, your thumbs caressing one another underneath the long white tablecloth. “Just wanted to thank you… that’s all.”

Suguru chuckles at that. No. Not a chuckle per se. Some sound unknown to you, or perhaps the identity of such was forgotten by you after so many years of being here kneeling at his feet on the floor like a trained mutt. 

Speak.

I’m sorry, Master Geto.

Make it more desperate so I know you won’t make false vows unbefitting of my precious varmint. I’ll even help you. What happens when a dog attempts to hurt its owner?

“Don’t worry about it, [First] dear. You deserve a dinner such as this, for you deserve to celebrate too.” He has never said your name other than when he is displeased with you, so him doing such makes you wince. Suguru takes another sip of his sake, not paying much mind to your innate actions.

They get hit back, Master Geto.

Then what will happen to them next time, if they do it again?

Something will break.

“You look quite divine tonight,” He says, using his knife to split his remaining steak into quarters. He stabs one of the pieces with his fork and chews on it without making much noise.

“Uh…”

“Everything about you is quite beautiful… I can see you becoming my wife one day after all of this is over. That is, if you continue to be so cute and defenseless, it’s your place after all.”

What kind of thing? Speak up.

Anything. A bone… Something they like… Their spirit…

Correct… and what is that thing covering your hand?

“You’re not really eating, dearest… Is something the matter?” He asks. You find yourself questioning if Suguru's concern is genuine. After all, he has faked empathy towards you before, so this wouldn't be the first time.

“No, no… It’s good.” In order to avoid his anger, you proceed to fill your mouth with sake and sesame rice. This amuses him. Does he find your desperation endearing? That would be in character for him, now that you think about it.

A cast, Master Geto.

And what did you do to earn such a thing?

You… broke my hand, after I tried to use the pieces of that broken bedroom window to stab you.

“I’m happy you’re enjoying it.” He grins, leaning in closer. “I have an offer for you. How about we go outside for a walk after this? It has been quite some time since you have seen the full moon, hasn’t it?”

Finally, you can envision a vast expanse of twinkling stars right before your eyes. In the realm of dreams, they reside so near, immune to fading or descending. But you ponder if reality holds the same allure. It has been an eternity since you were last allowed to venture outdoors. Oh, how you yearn for a glimpse of the sky once more.

Tell me, do you think you earned such a thing?

…Yes.

Good. It seems you’re learning.

But the temptation stopped as fast as it came. Dread replaces it in an instant. 

This man isn’t Suguru. You know that much for certain. With every hell he has put you through, you have come to know him and his mannerisms. Those mannerisms are nothing like this man. The thought scares you. Is this man a curse, the same kind Suguru uses against you after every escape attempt? Or is he just a normal man who is acting like him as a placeholder of some sort?

Where… is Suguru?

“...Why are there stitches on your forehead?”

[miquella-everywhere]

Genuine question but why don’t you like Radahn?

Radahn was one of my least favorite Demigods to begin with, second only to Godrick, but I didn't hate him per se; I was just highly indifferent. I mean his lore is super cool and all, stopping the stars and being a horse guy is neat, but he was never a thought in my mind. My disinterest in him is also partially thanks to his fans, mainly the weird dudebros if you know what I mean, along with the weird community vitriol surrounding the Malenia vs. Radahn fight. And the fact that I love Miquella thusly made me a member of team Malenia by default lol

So yeah, I could have cared less about Radahn.

But now with his inclusion in the DLC my apathy towards him evolved into annoyance and anger. He has no place in Miquella's story. There was nothing about him and Miquella in the base game. I dedicated the last two years of my life cataloguing the locations of every single Lily and Butterfly, every single item description, trace or hint of Miquella in the base game to sleuth together his story and what he could have been trying to achieve going to the Realm of Shadow, and there was absolutely nothing indicating something as ridiculous as a "romantic connection🤮" to Radahn, whereas the obvious Base Game connection for Miquella sending Malenia to kill him was the fact that Radahn held the fate of the stars and needed to die to set them free.

Miquella's base game lore heavily indicated that he was trying to revive Godwyns soul with the eclipse and, naturally, the eclipse is tied to the moon. And since the "moon" is responsible for the death of Godwyn that immediately puts a connection between Miquella and Ranni. And the fact that Ranni was entrusted the spirit summoning bell by Torrents former master, ie Miquella, and that she blatantly states that she is pleased to see that Torrent is doing well, means that there was potentially no bad blood between Miquella and Ranni despite Godwyns murder.

With this knowledge and the fact that they are both Empyreans, Ranni and Miquella had a stronger claim to a relationship with each other than Radahn ever did with Miquella. Same thing regarding Miquella and Godwyns relationship thanks to Golden Epitaph, the Eclipse, and the statue of them embracing in the Haligtree.

Radahn was never even a thought because there was no relationship between him and Miquella.

So with this, logically, I and many many people theorized that Miquella was going to the Realm of Shadow to revive Godwyn and since the stars were finally freed with Radahns death, Miquella's eclipse could finally come to fruition.

But no.

The real reason behind Miquella's motives is because he wanted to marry his brother.

The stupid bottom line is, forcefully having your favorite character shoved into a "relationship" with your least favorite character at the price of their lore, story, and characterization is a sure fire way to piss anyone off.

[belenhongosyestrellas]

Dibujito de Julie 🌸💐🌹/Julie's drawing 🌸💐🌹

...se lo mucho que lo amas, lo amas tanto como amas a las mariposas, pero ambos sabemos que no podemos romper las reglas de Home... ... …I know how much you love him, you love him as much as you love butterflies, but we both know that we can't break Home's rules… ...

Toca revivir esta cuenta xD. También revivan el fandom de "Welcome Home". ¡¡¡Necesito al fandom vivo con urgencia!!! :(

It's time to revive this account xD. It also revives the "Welcome Home" fandom. I need the fandom to be alive!!! :(

(I hope the English translation is good)

Créditos/Credits: @partycoffin

[dieselpvnk]

pretty much a shared idea with @sleepinginmute something something tainted character titles are just slugcat names. I also thought of their mechanics while drawing, so:

The Curdled: starts the cycle with lower stats, similar to Monk's, maybe even a bit less, but overtime as the cycle comes to an end stats raise + physically changes to resemble Eve's Whore of Babylon state, can also be triggered by surviving a lizard/other predator bite. The baby vulture isn't good at combat per se, but acts as a good distraction, also can fetch things that are out of reach. I imagine her campaign can have puzzles centered around that mechanic.

The Benighted: no I'm not giving him flight, too boring and straightforward. I do, however, think he's gonna have greater speed and mobility, not quite as fast Rivulet, but damn good at jumping. Spits blood as distraction/to ward off predators, can maul. But also frail, having a greater chance to die to various obstacles, such explosions that would normally leave a slugcat merely stunned.

The Harlot: slugpup army. They fight, they fetch things, can revive them like that one mod. Also can't see on her own. Vision directly tied to slugpups. So you know, the more the better, but also that means a LOT of food.

The Miser: main gimmick is trading with the scavangers, who have a lot more to offer than in the base game. Can store a lot of pearls and they spawn more often, but also the relationship with the scavangers constantly deteriorates over time, encouraging interacting with them and giving them stuff more often. The whole camapaign is filled with scavangers and tolls.

[magicalwitchbread]

Am I the only one who is happy Zutara did not happen?

Like I get where it's coming from. Katara is a complex female lead, and Zuko is also a complex character with the greatest redemption ark.

But these are exactly what makes me not understand it.

Zuko was a prince born to the fire nation, who had waged war on the rest of the world and literally wiped out an entire people. He was fully ready to continue that war, but he was banished. Even in exile, he continued to follow the fire nation's beliefs and chasing the avatar, the only person who could stop them.

Now I don't expect him to wake up one day and turn his world view around for no reason, and I understand that he is a teen. But he was not alone in that journey. He had uncle Iroh, who tried guiding him through that time to help him grow.

And eventually, he did. He managed to see behind the propaganda that he was fed as a child. He managed to see the pain his country had inflicted on people. He managed to understand he was wrong. So, he got his amazing redemption.

But none of these things can undo the damage he had caused. And that becomes crystal clear in the scene in which he meets Suki in prison. She reminds he that she knows him cause he burned down her village. And he is just awkward because he knows he can't deny it, he can't fix it, he can't do anything to make it better. Even breaking her out of prison would not be an equivalent exchange.

Another person that the actions of the fire nation greatly impacted is Katara. She lost her mother to the war. She saw her mother give herself up, and she knew she did it to protect her. She grew up without a parent and without a bending master because of the fire nation. Yes, he did help her "avenge" her mother. But that was the least he could do after his people took her and countless others away.

Also, keep in mind that Katara offered to try to heal Zuko's scar with the water from the oasis, which later literally revived Aang, in Ba Sing Se. And right after, he betrayed them to follow Azula.

So apart from hunting them the entire show, he also betrayed them and was the only reason they lost that fight, because Katara was cooking Azula, and as long as she had won, Aang would have been alright.

Also, yes, I understand that people can change, but the fact that he is the decendant of three generations of war criminals and was clearly planning to do the same is not helping his case.

All the said, I do not expect the complex female lead to fall head over heels and trauma bond with the first hot enemy that appears on screen.

[leavingsunsets]

The way you write for some reason makes me feel very calm, ive been wanting to request for a while but i got scared so im sending this and going to bed before i have time to regret it

Anyways hi teehee 🤭 Id like to request a scenario in which Gen and the reader were in a relationship before the petrification and the reader was his assistant so when hes revived in the stone world he tries to find them in between everything else thats happening!

Also could there be some fluff 🫡

I feel like i asked for a lot so if this is too overwhelming feel free to tone it down by like 100

Thank you!!!

RAAAHHH AN INTERESTING SCENARIO RAWR !!! oohhh magician and his assistant ooohh... AND HE TRIES TO FIND THEM TOO RAAAHHHH. Hmm, id say then, this'd be set across events and timelines as Gen's general experience in finding reader!! (and when he finally does) kehe.

"𝔸 𝕟𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕪."

[𝙂𝙚𝙣 𝘼𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙞 𝙭 𝙜𝙣!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧]

Gen, the magician, and his just as magical assistant. Well, that was before anyway.

When he awoke, his first priority was himself, of course. Confused, and dazed, he followed along Tsukasa's rule. It all felt surreal. I mean, 37 centuries! Could you believe that? There's no way. A prank, a scheme, a dream.

But the way fear pulsed in his veins whenever he was faced with the prospect of life or death, the way every wound and battering has always reminded him of modernity's passing, the way he's had to meticulously refine every word on his tongue to determine war or peace,

the faint ache of your absence.

Back when he was just Tsukasa's little spy, it wasn't a big matter on his mind. It was his survival, for goodness sake, and he was living under the rule of the strongest teen primate. He had to be selfish, cautious, just in case.

Then, came living in the village. It was peaceful, more casual than the cold and towering rocks that were filled with buff men and women alike. More open, and hopeful, in contrast to the closed off Roppongi hills tower. (Despite previous altercations with the villagers.)

It quickly became like a homely place. Talking so casually with others, peers, friends. Somewhere to feel safe in.

Maybe that was where the homesickness kicked in.

Not for home like a house, per se. He was a traveling magician back in the day, he had no permanent home. But, what he missed was the familiarity of a constant force in his life. That despite wherever he went, there was always something that kept by his side, and him by theirs.

The others were floored when they heard about this. A lover? Him? Odd, as he seemed like such a conniving man, they couldn't ever imagine him capturing someone's heart (He hadn't. In reality, you'd captured his. For the sake of his pride, he doesn't correct them). Senku, as always, was indifferent, and quickly cut their gossip short.

A small reminder, sometimes, when he sees Chrome's oblivious pining to the young priestess.

What was it? was his worry, now that he could afford to think of others.

Where is it? He asks himself, all the time.

It reminds him of his own love story.

Love was such a foreign word to say in a world like this. He used to think of this as a dream, so surreal it couldn't be the reality. Though, it's come a long way since his acceptance of it. That this wasn't just a weird story that he could wake up from, and giggle with you about as you did your routine.

Maybe it hit more than it should've, that this wasn't something he could easily escape from. Foolish, late night thoughts wishing that it was because that way he could rest assured that the first thing he'd open his eyes to was you.

It was just a little push to get him to action.

In the times where he could walk free without being hounded with meetings and discussions as the kingdom's diplomat, he was back to where he woke up, the rocky edge that faced the sea's horizon. Where were you when he was on stage? Behind the curtain? How far did you wash up?

With diligent work, he'd found it. Your stone form was leaning on a dirt wall, tilted, as if glancing to the side. You were waiting for your cue behind the curtain, he realizes. He was almost horrified when he first saw you, spotting your hand at your feet. It was only by luck it hadn't weathered, and could be fixed with a bit of Yuzuriha's stolen glue.

Of course, even then, other things had to be prioritised. The ship, finding a Ryusui, the fields, flying, mapping.

He's visited you everyday, checking for cracks, fallen parts. Sometimes, he would sit with you, just doing about anything by your presence. Sometimes, he'd reminisce, staring at you, relieved, so relieved, that even like this, the world still allowed him to be with you.

He knew, there was a big fat chance of him being called to the ship. So in the dark, early morning of that day he'd voyaged, he'd gone to see you again.

"Hey," he stares, standing in front of your form. Your eyes were stuck looking elsewhere, frozen in a phantom of the past. It makes him remember the familiar scene of you peeking from behind the curtains, eyes searching until they land on him.

"I'm going to be away, for a moment." Gen's calloused hand cup your cold face, feeling the hard stone. He knows you can't feel it, but he still insists on affection.

Before he departs for treasure island, he ensures your statue is under a tree's safe shade.

Time passes longer than he thought, and it was relieving, finally stepping foot back in Japan's familiar terrain. He watches the tearful reunitings of his teammates, smile soft. And despite Senku's oh-so-casual demeanor, he knows that he's just as ecstatic to be one step closer to humanity's revival.

A slight envy, for a moment, but he quickly brushes it off. Gen understands that Senku has priorities, and there's only so much revival fluid to go around. For now, he's satisfied. Even if it took years, and more, he wouldn't mind watching over you for a little while longer.

Walking away from the waterfall, the others are busy chatting, immersed in updating Tsukasa about recent events and developments.

"You guys go on, I'll catch up with you in a bit," Gen chirps from the back, tucking his hands within his sleeves. Minami and the others nod, only giving a wave before continuing on their conversation. With a smile, the magician turns away, not noticing a certain scientist stay behind.

"Wait," Senku speak out, pausing Gen in his tracks. Curious, he gives him a glance.

"Yes?"

Now that he's got his attention, the man takes something from his belt, holding it out for Gen to see.

A vial of- "Revival fluid?" The magician blinks in confusion. "Why're you giving it to me?"

"You said your lover used to be an artisan before they met you, right?"

He nearly sputters, a little confused. "Ah, yes, I did."

It clicks. Gen's eyes widen. The scientist smirks.

"I'm not dumb enough to not notice your little trips," he huffs, and puts in Gen's hand. "Our projects are getting bigger and bigger, and our crafting team can only do so much with their number."

Gosh, Gen doesn't even want to call him out for his excuses. Maybe a little, it also gives him more of a reason to do this.

"Thank you, Senku."

And now, standing in front of you. Sunshine peeking between the tree's foliage land on you. Your usual scent of moss and dirt covered up by the freshly made clothes he's dressed you in. Is this finally happening?

He truly was, deep deep in his heart, thankful, that he was even given such a chance like this.

Watching the acid flow down your head, dripping down your face, he held his breath.

Silence, complete silence. All he could hear was the distant sounds of people, and the whistle of the sea breeze.

For a second, he faltered.

Crack.

One, two more, and a third.

Fragments fall off, landing on the ground in pieces. Your eyes, fluttering as bright light consumed your vision. As it adjusted, the first thing you see is familiar face, one particularly dear to you.

"[name]," he whispers, eyes sheening with tears.

"Gen?" A softened voice, one he's wanted to hear for so, so, long, ever since he awoke, wondering where you were every late night he stayed out to think about you.

Smiling, he fails to hold back the waterworks. It flows down his face, and he doesn't even bother wiping them away. He holds your forearms to keep you steady.

You were finally here, with him. Finally. A few more warm tears squeeze out of his eyes, and he feels your comforting touch against his cheek.

"Gen? What's wrong?"

He leans into your palm, sniffling slightly as his lips wobble.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong, anymore."

He covers your hand with his. This isn't a dream, is it? He's glad. So, so, glad.

"Welcome back."

[dabuggh3]

Literally so random I remembered when I watched one of Hamzah’s old streams and he said he loves being shirtless in the kitchen with his alexa 😭so that’s what kinda inspired this. ENJOY!! ALSO THANK U FOR 140 FOLLOWERS 😞 I love you guys ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Weekend with Hamzah ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

You and Hamzah haven’t been able to see each other since you both were so busy, you were busy with work and he was moving into a new place. And finally after Hamzah settled in, he invited you to come and stay over. You pack your bags for the weekend and some extra essentials you wanted to keep at Hamzah’s.

It’s Friday night and you arrive at his apartment, walking up the stairs and knocking . Not even 2 minutes pass when the door opens and you see Hamzah, grinning . “Hi babyy” he pulls you in through the front door, giving you a hug kissing your cheek. “ Hiii babee” you say hugging him tighter. “Show me around!!” you say excited.

Hamzah gives you a tour of the whole apartment, showing you how much bigger his kitchen is, his patreon corner, his bedroom ect. “ Yea that’s all” he says sitting on the edge of his bed turning to look at you, “I love it”. You put on your pajama’s and put away extra clothes and essentials in a drawer in Hamzah’s bedroom and bathroom that he saved for you.

Hamzah peeks into the bathroom,“ Do you wanna order in food?” “ Yesss let’s get Chick-fil-A”. The food comes and you guys eat it on the couch while watching Tangled. The movie ends and Hamzah starts singing “ Somethingggguuh that I wannnt” he gets up grabbing Red and making him dance. While you grab Blue making him do the same thing.

You wake up with the sun hitting your face and Hamzah clinging onto you. You turn facing Hamzah, who’s dead asleep. You can’t help but stare admiring, his chest slowly rising up and down ,his long lashes, the mole above his lip. You give him a peck on his lips before you get up to wash your teeth.

You come out the restroom and see Hamzah still half asleep sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed facing you as he rubs his eyes. He looks up at you, “ Why did you brush your teeth without me” he says in a low sleepy tone. You can’t help but smile seeing how cute he looks. “ I’m sorry“ you walk towards him wrapping your arms around his neck. He hugs your waist and lays back, having you lay on his chest. Then he turns now laying on top of you.

You guys lay there for a little, “ Go brush your teeth babe”, all you get in response is a grunt. “ Cmonn, I’ll go with you?” “Okay!” Hamzah says smiling, immediately getting up. You look at him grinning shaking your head as he grabs your hand taking you with him. He finishes and you both head to the kitchen.

Hamzah walks in opening the fridge asking what you wanted to eat. You both end up agreeing on French Toast. You guys play music as you both gather the ingredients and start cooking. You dip the bread into the mixture as Hamzah cooks and flips them.

North by Clario starts playing and Hamzah looks at you while singing. He grabs you and starts swaying and dancing with you. You both are grinning and laughing. “Oh shittt” Hamzah says as he turns, flipping over the burnt piece of toast, “ I’ll eat this one” he says scrunching his nose clenching his teeth, you both laugh. You both eat and get ready to go run errands.

After a long day you guys come back home and rest. You and Hamzah sit on the couch in your matching pajamas playing Fortnite. “ Wait I think I see someone” “ Where?”. Someone comes up from the hill and attacks you. “ HAMZAHHHHH” “ WHEREEE OH I SE-IM COMING IM COMING”. Hamzah comes and starts attacking them while your character is on the ground “ LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONEEE AUGHHH”

He ends up killing them and he runs back to revive your character, “ Don’t worry baby daddy’s here” he says in a cocky tone and turns smirking at you. “ Never mind let me die” you say side eyeing him holding in your laugh. You guys continue playing till you both get tired and head off to bed.

The next morning you guys wake up and eat breakfast. You pack your bags to go back home. Hamzah helps collect your things and walks you out to your car. He places your things in the car and you turn around, seeing his eyebrows scrunched and eyes squinted as the sun beams on his face. “ I’ll see you next weekend okay” you lean, giving him a kiss. “ Okay” he says trying not to seem bothered. “ Okay byee mr nonchalant” you say poking his stomach. He flinches then smiles.

You walk over getting into your car ready to drive off. Hamzah follows, closing your door then leaning on your car door. Hamzah just stares at you not leaning away from your car. “Stopppp I’ll be backkk, if anything you can come and stay over!” “ I knowww…okay bye before I pull you out of the car and make you stay” “ I mean I wouldn’t refuse……” you say looking up at him. Hamzah squints his eyes and smiles “ ….Okay byeee I love you” “ Byeee I love you more”.

Sorry for not posting I was on vacation and then got sad but I’m okay now I missed you guys. I tried writing a longer story this time I feel like my ff are always short😭 I don’t hate it tho but I hope you guys will like the kinda long ones too. And like always sorry for any typos.☕️

Your matching pjs😍😍😍 ( lmaoooo I laughed so

hard when I found this)

[heartfullofleeches]

Hiii can you please revive my dearest lovely human husband x monster reader?? I had a thought that maybe while Evan was working, monster reader decided “mmm my husband deserves a nice fresh catch for dinner” and dips???? I wanna see angsty insanity LMAO

Coming back home dragging a mountain lion or something, so innocent so sweet I love monster reader

Your alarm goes off.

Roused from slumber, you wipe drool from your chin as you strech; hunger hitting you in the same vein as consciousness. You check the clock for the time. 1pm. Lunch time.

You climb off the couch, getting out those last few nicks from the uncomfortable position. Your husband would scold you for such, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. You scurry into the kitchen, ripping the refrigerator doors open to retrieve your food. Containers for the next few days fill the compartment, separated by color coordination and times written in bold cursive. You grab the one for the current time and place it in the microwave; your stomach twisting pain from the thought of your upcoming meal alone as it starts to heat up. Roasted meat and a floral soup. That man spoiled you.

You take your spot at the table and flip through the notebook placed on it for your note of the hour.1

"Hey, Precious! Today's main course is leftovers, but I hope the soup makes up for it. I added some cauliflower because you need to eat more veggies when you're able. Love you, make sure the doors are locked and you're taking care of yourself. I'll be home by nine today because I wanted to get a little overtime in before our vacation, but I'll make it up to you this weekend."

You close the book, looking down at the band around your fourth finger. Your stomach still howls, but a different feeling takes over as you twist it around. Evan really did spoil you. Even before you became his spouse he made sure you had a proper home and were always fed. You went from eating every other week, to three meals a day plus snacks. It was small at first. You lived in a shoebox apartment and could only go out at night, but now you lived in a nice big home and the world is your oyster. There had to be something you could do in return.

Cleaning up the house and taking care of shopping was one thing, but they paled in comparison to everything he's done in your six years of partnership. Taking the first bite of your food, the idea hits you. You'll make him dinner! Not with the store brought stuff, but with meat you caught with your own two hands. He'll surely love it and it'll be the perfect start to your long week together on vacation.

You finish your meal quickly, making your escape through the backyard to avoid the public eye.

-

"One.. Two.. Three.. Okay."

Evan unlocks the last lock on your front door with a sigh of relief. You had to be careful even in the best of neighborhoods. He pushes the door - but it doesn't open all the way, blocked by a chain.

"That's still in? Normally they unlock it before I get here." He mutters to himself, raising his voice as he shouts. "Sweetie? You up? Can you open the door?"

No answer. You must be dreaming good then. Evan wedges his hand through the door and undoes the chain himself. He doesn't even take off his coat when he enters, gunning straight for your location. Seeing the couch empty raises a few flags. He told you not to sleep there, but it was always a new opportunity for another lockscreen photo.

"Muffin?" Evan ascends the stairs, gently knocking on the walls in hopes to stir you from your slumber before he reaches the bedroom. The cold steel of the knob only increases his worries which sky rocket as he opens the door; the room completely void of life.

"Y/n?.. H-honey?" The pet name comes out in a quiver. He tears the pillows and blankets from the bed as if you were hiding inside. His rain of destruction rings through the entire house as he tears it apart in search for you. He's hyperventilating by the time he reaches the kitchen, fat tears rolling down his face. He sees your dishes left on the table and his fears take over. He tries to catch his breath through his sobs, pulling at his hair and patting his face.

"Calm down. Calm down. Y/n hasn't been taken from you. They haven't left you. They're probably just, fuck-... taking a walk! Y-yeah, they're on a walk. I'll call them, and they'll hurry back as soon as they can."

Evan pulls out his phone and does what he should've when he first noticed your disappearance. There's no answer, but ever so faintly, he can hear a familiar ring. He calls again, stepping towards the backdoor. He's reluctant to open the door as your failure to answer can't mean anything good, but a soft shuffling has him damn near tearing it off its hinges. He rushes outside-

"Baby?"

Eyes reflecting the golden moonlight stare back at him. Body riddled in scrapes and bites, you hold a mountain lion by its neck in your human teeth; your lower mouth still dripping with the saliva that brought the beast to its end. You drop your catch with a look of disappointment.

"I didn't even get it in the oven before you came back...."

"Y/n!" Evan runs over and picks you up with all the strength his workouts have given him; the sting of your flowing blood null against his trained body. He kisses up a storm over your face, making sure to give both mouths at least a dozen kisses before he places you down to look at the severity of your injuries.

"Dove, look at these wounds! You could've gotten yourself killed!"

You lick the scratch closes to your shoulder, closing it with your spit. "Wanted to surprise you with dinner... So I didn't feel like I'm taking you for granted."

Tears of happiness replace those of sorrow. "Oh, sweetheart- you could never take me for granted, because I could never physically express how much you mean to me. You're my everything. I love you so damn much."

You purr as he kisses your wet cheek. "I love you too."

Evan takes your hand, the grass around his feet dyed red. He laughs. "I really appreciate your hunt - but let's just order takeout for tonight."

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for indirectly causing my friend to get turned into an abomination?

I (50F, E/TM) am an advanced mage. As of late, I've joined an adventuring party at the request of my old classmate and friend F (23F, TM), who is the sister of the party leader L (26M, TM). Everything was going pretty well... until we came face to face with a dragon. F teleported the rest of us out of the dungeon we were in, but she got eaten.

The good news was:

- People who die in the dungeon can be revived with magic (which I know how to do) if enough of them is left.

- Apparently dragons hibernate and digest their food pretty slowly, so if we could kill it, we might be able to retrieve and revive F.

The bad news was:

- Two of our party members, N (61F, D), and Sh (26M, TM) ditched us.

- L decided the best course of action to save on costs while we get back down there is to eat gross monsters, and he met this weird dude Se (middle-aged?M, D) who's encouraging him!

- The only person who's being normal about this is the picklock C (adult?M, HF), and he's a jerk.

Unfortunately L was also probably right, so I had to eat weird monster food the whole way back down to the dragon. But this isn't about that.

This is about the part where we found the dragon, but it was not hibernating and we all nearly died trying to kill it and it had digested all of F except for her bones.

But, being the accomplished mage that I am, I came up with a plan: using F's bones, the meat of the dragon, and some ancient and unfairly-deemed-illegal magic, I could bring F back to life! L agreed to it, so I cast the spell, and it worked like a charm!

...So I thought.

Apparently the evil mage who rules over this dungeon (???M, E) put a spell on that dragon that attached its soul to its body. When I used its meat to revive F, the dragon's soul got mixed in with hers.

Said evil mage apparently was unhappy about his dragon getting killed, so he turned F... back into a dragon, sort of. A dragon-human-hybrid-monstrosity. And Sh is mad at me because he had a crush on her, and C says that's what I get for using illegal magic, and it's a whole fucking mess but how was I supposed to know the dragon had a spell on it?

I'm exhausted. This is the end of this post. Bye.

-M

[EDIT: YES I know "mortality is inevitable you should have accepted it blah blah" but what if it doesn't have to be???]

[quitealotofsodapop]

¿Entonces Destined one es el nuevo hijo de Sun Wukong? (Talvez no lo sea como MK pero ya esbes igual lo considerean su hijo) Aparentemente es mudo o es como Frisk de undertale que los demas pesonajes llevan la conversacion.

Ahora necesito ver como se llevara con MK y Mei y el resto de los jovenes hdsavfbjsa es un gran contraste con ellos, siendo el calladito c:

Este tipo me da cosita... (Me estoy viendo las cinematicas c: )

translated via google;

"So Destined One is Sun Wukong's new son? (Maybe he isn't like MK but they still consider him their son) Apparently he is mute or he is like Frisk from Undertale where the other characters carry the conversation. Now I need to see how he will get along with MK and Mei and the rest of the youngsters hdsavfbjsa is a great contrast with them, being the quiet one c: (*image of the Headles Monk*) This guy gives me the creeps… (I'm watching the cinematics c: )"

I have seen many on twitter joke/headcanon that the Destined One is very much Wukong's "son" in that he was created from part of him. If Sun Wukong were to be revived fully, I feel he would see the Destined One as his child.

I think the Destined One is non-verbal and can only speak "monkey" - he understands "human" but hasn't been able to speak it. I could see Zhu Bajie introducing him as "silent" - only for the Destined One to excitedly chirp and chitter with the other monkeys. XD

MK and Mei would happily accept the Destined One as a "fellow monkey kid" and include him in their activities. Destined One would be very confused, but delighted to be doing anything other than fighting.

I am not sure if we ever see the Destined One as a child, but it would be adorable if we had. :3

And Lingji can help being headless! XD

[bestepisode]

The Crossroads of Destiny

Azula betrays Long Feng and assumes leadership of the Dai Li. While Team Avatar attempts to stop her, Zuko, after some deliberation over the consequences of his actions, betrays his uncle's trust and chooses to attack the Avatar. Aang is killed by Azula while in the Avatar State, but Iroh intervenes and gives his friends enough time to escape. With the Earth King overthrown, Ba Sing Se falls to the Fire Nation. Katara uses the spirit water to revive Aang.

Sozin's Comet, Part 4: Avatar Aang

Ozai accidentally unlocks Aang's chakra, causing him to enter the Avatar State. The Order of the White Lotus successfully liberates Ba Sing Se, while Sokka and Toph manage to disable all of the airships. Katara defeats Azula and heals Zuko's injuries. Aang in the Avatar State easily overwhelms Ozai, yet still refuses to kill him. He uses an ancient form of bending, known as energybending, to strip Ozai of his firebending powers, keeping true to his beliefs and defeating the Phoenix King without taking his life. Newly appointed Fire Lord Zuko declares the War over, with Aang and his friends celebrating together. Aang and Katara share a romantic kiss on the balcony as the series draws to an end.

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