#still working on writing him though

[modern-inheritance]

Modern Inheritance: Escape, Part 1: Encounter

(A/N: I just want to get some of this out there. I'll be editing and cleaning the rest of the first big half over the rest of the weekend and will hopefully have it out soon. But for now, have this first true encounter between Eragon and Arya in Gil'ead.

A quick reminder, though. This is the first time I've delved into truely rewriting canon, fleshed out scenes from IC into MIC. We aren't quite there yet with this part, but know that it is happening in the rest of this whole Escape series, and I had difficulty with that. So it's not my best, but I'm trying. Cheers mates!)

“There is someone who is just dying to meet you, my young Dragon Rider.” Eragon stood, wary as the Shade unlocked his cell door. It had been hours since their first conversation, and Eragon could still feel the same twist of unease in his stomach. He had hoped the Shade would have given him more time, enough that the drugs would have been out of his system and he would have been long gone from there. 

True to his word, the Shade was not alone when he entered. He pushed another prisoner inside before him, holding their hunched form by the back of their neck and the shackles secured around their wrists. With a cruel yank to the black braid at the base of their skull, the man shaped monster pulled them up.

Eragon sucked in a breath. Her. It was her. The woman from his dreams. 

Her emerald eyes were filled with fire, hair wild and teeth pink with blood clenched in a snarl of pain. When she saw him she tensed, shoulders hunched in preparation for something, anything, as if about to strike out at him or the man that held her. The Shade saw this just as Eragon did, and with a growl he twisted the short chain connecting her shackles together. Blood began to ooze from the reddened flesh surrounding the metal’s edge. A pointed reminder for her to stay still, not to try whatever she came up with.

“This…” The Shade’s lips curled, his smile all malice and pointed teeth. “My dear Rider, is the source of all your problems and tribulations these last few months.” A white hand slid from where it held the woman’s braid to grip the front of her throat, tilt her chin up slightly. “Isn’t she a pretty thing? This little elf has been a guest of mine for some time now. Fighting to keep the location of you and your dragon a secret, despite my…best efforts.” 

‘Elf?’ Eragon felt his stomach lurch, gaze shooting to hold with hers. Sweet Sera, her ears were pointed. The tilt of her eyes, sharp eyebrows, cheekbones, the second tip of hidden canines in her bared teeth, there was something other about her. The woman was still, eyes locked to him, jaw clenched. ‘Source? What is he….’ 

“You see, little elf? You’ve failed this mission.” The Shade was at her back now, what had to be uncomfortably close and whispering in her ear. She didn’t even twitch, kept her gaze steady with Eragon’s. She was trying to tell him something he was sure, but he couldn’t understand her silence. 

“Show her your hand, Rider.” 

The elf’s sharp brows lowered slightly, eyes suddenly hard. In a rush Eragon suddenly understood the look and felt a spark bolt between them that felt both familiar and alien. Not a mental thread, not words, just a vague understanding of her subtle movements. 

Don’t comply. 

He kept his shellshocked expression, ripped his gaze from her to the Shade. He did his best to look confused, drug muddled, almost dumbfounded. It wasn’t all that hard, considering.

The woman was suddenly on her knees, a dull crack in Eragon’s ears and harsh growl of pain from her as the Shade placed a hand on her shoulder, dug his thumb into the flesh beneath the dark grey tunic. Seized the base of her braid again when she doubled over and forced her to straighten, arch her neck back to keep looking at Eragon. 

The young Rider surged forward. “Stop! Stop, please, she didn’t do any–” Alarm flared in the dark green eyes, she tried to shake her head but was rewarded by the tip of a boot against the small of her back, digging in while he forced her to remain upright. “Stop! Please!”

“She has done plenty.” The words were deadly cold. “Show her your hand, boy.”

Eragon held his hands out, tried his best to apologize through his eyes to the elf before him. The gedwëy ignasia glinted dully in the low light from the cell window. She stared at his palm, and when she looked up again there was only fire. 

For some reason, it chilled him. There was something hard there, a conviction and purpose that wasn’t there before despite the pain. 

“There’s a good lad.” The Shade’s smile had triumph in it as he leaned in, again getting close to the kneeling woman. “Do you see now, little elf? The totality of your failure?” The fire brightened. The dark being merely laughed, the sound of bone on bone and underlain with what Eragon swore were  screams. “We still have time, you and I, and there is much left to discuss.” He ended in a low growl and took her by the neck again, yanked her to her feet. Her right leg buckled, but he did not give her the slack to fall. “Say goodbye, little elf.”

She didn’t. Only stared hard at the youth in the cell, eyes steely and bright, before being led out.

In the silence that followed the crash of the door being closed and locked, Eragon slid to the floor, mind whirling. He had finally found her. She was here, alive, and she was an elf. He had to free himself, had to free her. 

But the Shade. How could he get past a Shade? He’d need help, and the elf was injured. Could she even walk? He was sure the snap he had heard was her leg, and her arms were covered in bruises and half healed cuts. Who knew what else was hidden under the prison greys, what injuries he couldn’t see. She was determined, there was no question about it, but could she fight, or even run, in that condition? 

Again, his heart ached. Saphira. She could help. She’d bat the Shade away like he were no more than an annoying fly. He still couldn’t feel her, even after half a day of starving off the drugs.

Eragon put his head in his hands with a groan. A headache was building at the front of his skull, same as the one that would come when he spent too long in the fields without water. He seized fistfulls of hair over his forehead and tugged hard, trying to distract himself from the discomfort.

How much longer would it take for the drug to leave his blood? Hours? Days? His tongue felt thick and sticky, filling up his mouth. The more he tried to ignore it the more it demanded his attention, threatening to close his airway if he swallowed wrong. 

The pitcher was agonizingly tempting, full to the brim and just waiting for him by the cot. 

The headache surged again. Frustrated, Eragon yanked off one of the stupid canvas slip ons and whipped it at the pitcher. It connected with the handle and spun the pewter vessel, sloshing the tainted water onto the floor and rattling the stool before clattering back to level. 

For some reason, his failure to knock the pitcher over made Eragon want to flip the cot over and scream in frustration. A lump rose in his throat. 

Helpless. Pathetically, utterly helpless.

The spilled water began draining towards the small drain at the center of the room. The movement drew his gaze, and finally landed on the splattering of red where the elf woman had been. 

Blood. There was more than he had initially thought.

Heat, sharp and burning, rose in his chest. That Shade. He was hurting her. Just for protecting Eragon and Saphira, if his word was to be trusted at all. 

Eragon grit his teeth. He was not going to let it continue. He had to escape, there was no question about it. He would escape. He would escape and he would rescue the elf and he would get back to Saphira. To Saphira, and Brom, and Murtagh, and they would be fine. They would all be fine. 

But for now. 

Eragon sat up and drew his knees to his chest. He forced his eyes to stay locked to the drying blood, away from the pitcher.

For now, all he could do was wait.

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Durza healed her leg. 

Arya had long since stopped questioning why he healed what he healed. Why he sometimes chose smaller wounds rather than the larger ones, why he sometimes gave her a few hours of respite even when the previous session had been relatively lenient, why he had stopped asking her about everything else and instead started asking her who she would serve. 

To be honest, she half thought he healed her legs whenever he broke them because he just hated dragging her around rather than making her walk. He damn near strutted like an overconfident peacock when he pushed her in front of him, showing off a prize rather than dragging her around like a broken toy he no longer had use for. 

This time, though. This time, Arya nearly let the edges of her lips curl up in a hard won grin when he shoved her forward.

This time, healing her leg was stupid. Showing her the Dragon Rider was stupid. Was he truly so dim that he thought it would break her will to see the Rider captured? There was no dragon here, that would be impossible to hide. 

So there was hope. She would only fight harder now, tooth and nail and every ounce of her remaining strength.

Well. She would fight as hard as she could. The last…week? Month? Time had no meaning, no rhyme or reason to exist here. The last span had been…bad. He used the magic more often, set her body thrashing as every nerve increased in sensitivity and pulsed with feedback loops of pure pain. 

It felt as though he were throwing everything at her again, testing her new limits after so long with him, trying to find any crack, any opening. He had started simply beating her again, completely at random, striding into her cell when she was unconscious and ripping her from the blessed darkness. Wearing down what rest she got. Was using the brands once more, the whips, the shackles, cycling through all the methods he had used. 

He was acting…desperate. Something had changed, even before the Rider arrived. 

He stuck to the magic this time. Mostly. He ripped open the wounds across her back, set everything ablaze with fresh pain before he began that damn spell. Lifted her half coherent, limp form by the throat after the first few rounds and pinned her to the wall. Forced her back to full consciousness, yanked her head up when her eyes rolled back in excruciating pain as the remnants of the magic coursed through her nerves and the weeping wounds across her body.

“Our remaining time is short, little elf.” His words hissed with displeasure, disappointment. “You have three days. Three days to come to your pitiful senses, and join me. I will not give you the chance while we travel to Urû’baen. You should know, Galbatorix does not suffer disappointment lightly, nor is he as…forgiving…as I am, when it comes to resistance.” 

He let her down, slowly, settled her feet on the floor to weigh on broken limbs. Eased his grip, let her breathe ragged pulls of air and blood from scream-torn vocal cords. “Should you join me, convince the young Rider to do the same, then I shall be the balm you so desperately crave.” His lips curled, a mix of displeasure and bloodlust. “If you choose to submit yourself to Galbatorix, then know this.” He pressed forward, pushed his forehead against hers, gripped her jaw tight when she tried to turn away. The hissed whisper was a deadly promise. “Your pain, will never end. I am not some mindless servant to his will. I will keep hurting you, no matter his orders, no matter what he does, no matter how useful you are to him. You have a choice to make, little elf. Be sure it is the right one.”

He dropped her then. Stood over her and healed the tears in her vocal cords, the bones she had broken in her agonized seizing. Started over again when she looked up at him with vehement hatred in her eyes, mute as always. 

Time. Time had no meaning here. Not with magic like that, with pain like that. 

Time wasn’t a problem before. But now it was. 

That boy. The Rider, the one she and everyone else had been searching for, he was right there. Arya’s eyes wouldn’t focus when she was pulled back through the hall, of course he made the guards do it, made them drag her half dead body instead of doing it himself. She saw his cell door, though, the dark eyes, intense, bright, the sun, peering out. 

The cell floor was cool when the guards dropped her to the smoothed concrete. It pressed against her cheek, soothed some of the residual burning along her arms and in her face. Escape hadn’t exactly been on her mind before. Survival, keeping her mouth shut, keeping her mind locked, that was all Arya really cared about till now. 

But time was not on their side. And there was a real, solid, living reason just down the hall, probably on his way to Galbatorix in three days right along with her. She couldn’t keep track of how long the days were, how much longer they had. 

So escape it would be. The sooner the better, and there was never any time quite like the present.

She tried to get her arms under her body, push up off the blood stained ground. No. That didn’t work. Work, damn it! It’s time to fight, it’s time to

time. time to. time t

Everything fell black. 

Time to rest.

[tea-cat-arts]

Shen Yuan getting transported into pidw isn't "the system punishing him for being a lazy internet hater," but instead representative of "step 1 of the creative process: getting so mad at something you decide to go write your own fucking book" in this essay I will

[bluerosefox]

Saying Sorry Will Never Be Enough

Feeling a bit angsty so I had this idea.

Danny is dating one of the Bats/Birds, and everything is going great, amazing even! They know each other secrets (from powers to everything etc), they have a wonderful place to live (even if its in Gotham), Danny is in college on the way to becoming a space engineer (and he does side jobs for unrestful ghosts), he's actually getting sleep again since leaving Amity Park, gets along with their friends and family (those who Danny or his partner still talk to, up to the writer), there is even talk about marriage and perhaps adoption/kids in the future between Danny and the Bat/Bird he's dating!

Everything is setting up for a good life in his future, something Danny didn't think could have after his accident. He was happy finally, and currently packing up his old apartment because he's moving in with his partner in a few days.

So he felt like his core was being pulled out of him when he opens his apartment door one day receiving a knock to find his parents, who had hadn't seen since they kicked him out of the house after coming clean about being Phantom (their words of anger and denial that their son was 'dead' and now a monster, still hurt)

Sure they didn't attack him or proclaim he's dead but still their last words and anger HURT.

Danny didn't give them a chance to open their mouths, both looking nervous and guilty, before he slams the door close and turns invisible, grabs his phone, and fly's out of his apartment to his partner's place in a panic attack.

His partner, isn't happy.

[vaggieslefteye]

Husk + Screenshots of Despair

[blithesharem]

There are days that they don’t talk about, in which Satan comes to Lucifer’s door.

Lucifer can never predict when these days will come, but he has learned there are some indications. When Satan’s temper gets shorter with his brothers, or his pallor more pale from too many sleepless nights up reading by candlelight. When he grows sullen before he gets angry, lashing out erratically as if frustrated in how he fits in his own skin.

A soft rap occasionally will announce his entry, but more often than not, Lucifer will simply glance up from his paperwork to find he is there. Satan prefers to keep his distance, even then, curling up on a corner loveseat or at a side table with a book he’s pulled from the shelves in Lucifer’s office.

Sometimes, even rarer still, he will sit on the floor beside the desk, and gently rest his temple on Lucifer’s knee. This is the signal that Lucifer is permitted to touch him, and he will place his hand on Satan’s head, at times daring the slightest caress with his thumb. Even then, they are silent, Lucifer taking care to scratch out a note or two to keep up the façade of paperwork.

Lucifer has learned to leave him be. His first attempts at conversation during his visits sent Satan into a hissing fit, storming back out before he’d even settled in. So now, they just sit in a comfortable silence, each working away until Lucifer looks up to find Satan has vanished once more.

‘He really is a cat,’ Lucifer has found himself thinking with an amount of affection that surprises even him. A feral cat, for sure, one that is not sure yet how to ask for comfort and kindness; who doesn’t quite trust that an extended hand won’t turn into a slap. And like a cat, Lucifer has learned to let Satan come to him.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

"Are you laughing at me?" "Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?" - Wriothesley Request from @isekyaaa

When Clorinde said she knew someone who could teach Y/N the basics of a different hand-to-hand combat style she wasn’t expecting that Wriothesley would be the one to teach her. One would think it would be easy to take the guy seriously but all the stories from Clorinde and that his back was absolutely covered in stickers made it so hard. It would have been easier if she said she would just show up to the fortress for her lesson rather than agreeing with him to take advantage of the nice weather out at the beach. With his coat on, the stickers were at least out of sight.

“You know I never got the reason why you agreed to this.”

“Clorinde didn’t tell you?” He was focused on wrapping his hands.

“Nah. Just said she knew a guy.” Her head tilted to the side. “Is there something I should know? Heard from her that you both like betting. You lost?”

He sighed. “Yeah, but this is better than me winning and my shelves filling up with more law books.”

Y/N laughed. “So you’re the reason I end up swinging by the bookstore to pick up a law book for her every now and then.”

Wriothesley rolled his eyes with a smile. “Seems so. You ready over there.”

“Been. You were the late one.”

“Work’s a bit far from here to be fair.”

“I thought I was gonna have to tell Clorinde you were a no-show. I’d be back on the hunt for an instructor. Probably could find someone better if I spent more time looking.” She teased.

“You’re gonna give me a headache.”

“Don’t tell me I’m too much for you to handle.”

He looked away biting his lip, he pushed his bangs back before letting them fall in front of his face. “Let’s just get this started.”

It didn't take long for Y/N to begin understanding the basics. The only issue was that she kept falling back into the stance of her normal fighting style. It was definitely something she’d have to work on to fix but at the same time being able change styles mid fight could be an advantage. 

After some time of just focusing making sure she was picking things up correctly. It didn’t hurt to test some things out in a small scrimmage. It would just be a few blows back and forth with no real weight behind them. 

Y/N had thrown a punch Wriothesley's way. She focused on pushing him further back towards the water. It was her best bet with that they were in two different weight classes. It wasn’t hard for him to dodge. But in doing so he tripped backwards trying to avoid stepping on a crab and fell into the waves that crashed against the shore.

She couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. Yes, he had been a more than perfect teacher the entire time. But with the knowledge he was helping cause of a lost bet, the stickers that covered his back and that he was soaked beyond belief she let go of everything that kept her from laughing at the man.

He looked up at the woman who was now towering above him as the waves gently splashed at him leaving no part of his clothes dry. “Are you laughing at me?” He wasn’t mad but he for sure knew he had to look a bit stupid.

“Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?” She teased. It wasn’t like he could do anything about it.

He sighed. “You’re right nothing I can do. Help a guy up?”

Y/N wiped a tear that formed from her laughter before holding a hand out to him to pull him back up standing. Wriothesley took her hand pulling himself up just slightly before pulling her down into the water with him.

“Ugggh, You asshole!” She laid in the water beside Him.

“It's what you get.” He let go of her hand before splashing her lightly.

“It’s not like I was the one who pushed you in.”

“You were laughing enough where you might as well have.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe Clorinde set me up to learn from a man who doesn’t know how to even treat a lady.”

“I don’t know if our activities here would even have you being considered lady like.”

“I think it’s very lady like knowing how to defend yourself. After all you never know when a big oaf is going to pull you into the ocean.”

“You say that like you haven’t been having a good time.”

She turned her head away to hide the smile that was creeping onto her face. “Let’s just go dry off already.”

[fatedroses]

I draw a sketch to simply offer my own personal little headcanon and theory that Zenos was the only other descendant Emet got close to (knowing him probably unintentionally) besides Lucius.

Obviously we never see them interact directly, but several little worldbuilding tidbits do make me ponder about certain things, like the possibility lorewise that it could've been Emet that named Zenos, and the fact that they share certain habits and potentially interests.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Birthday Planning

SO! Fun fact. I was kinda running out of ideas.

Then I had THIS idea.

And well. After the last ride? We deserve cuteness don't we? ;)

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"Horror! Wait up!"

Horror blinks as he turns back around and searches the crowd. It only takes him a moment to spot the excited bunny monster. He tries to give a smile while he waits for a moment for the other to catch up.

Ellie stops before him panting harshly as she leans against him "Oh god." more pants and weezes.

Horror tilts his skull as he keeps the other steady "Hello Ellie... something wrong?" Maybe she needed help or something?

Ellie manages to pull herself upright again adn smiles brightly "Nothing is wrong! It is just I had something very important to ask you guys and saw you so i sprinted all the way over here."

Horror nods and gives her a look "What did you want to ask?"

Ellie grins widely "When is Nightmare's birthday? Like. No worries! I get that you guys havent been here for quite a year yet and with everything going on especially the whole kidnaping thing. we get you guys want the first birthday to just be you guys but Dani realised we still had some of our better quality cherry jams left over and I got the amazing idea to use those in a birthdya cake but! Well.. you know... gotta know when the birthday is. and we both figured it hadn't happened yet as you guys hadn't mentioned yet... so... When is it? And all you guys birthdays for that matter."

horror needs a moment to process all the information she just dropped on him. When he realised what she was asking he realised a tiny problem.

They all come from different universes and the calanders were not the same.

Worse.

Horror isn't even sure if Nightmare even has a birthday he celebrates. They never celebrated it as the castle.

Horror looks down at the groceries in his arms before looking at Ellie "Is it... okay I give an answer later?"

Ellie frowns before her eyes shoot up to his skull and hole and she cringes and rubs her neck as she looks abcka t his face. sheepish smile on her face "Right... sorry. That... that was a lot at once wasn't it? Just... think about it okay? And you guys got our number!" she takes a few steps backwards, almost bumping into someone before she disappears into the crowd again.

Horror sighs in relievve, crisis averted. Now.

When the fuck are their birthdays in this world anyway?

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Horror returned home to his datemates and their kid. Horror still feels his soul pulse happily even at just the thought.

They sit together in the nest while their dinner cooks slowly in their oven. It is an old stone oven and Horror loves it. it is sturdy and takes up a lot of space but he love using it.

Killer frowns as he is still staring at his phone "I mean... We can just pick dates and call it a day? It isn't like I was still celebrating my own birthday back in my universe anyway. I only started that up again with you guys in the castle."

Dust hums his agreement and Cross nods too "True! XTale also wasn't big on birthdays unless it were the once which marked important ages. I am down to just pick one and call it."

Nightmare frowns as he looks between them before pushing closer to Dust "Not like it matters. It isn't like i am growing and stuff."

Dust nudges Nightmare's skull with his own and mutters softly "Hey... what did Fauna say?"

Ngihtmare doesn't say anything and just pushes clsoer to Dust.

Dust doesn't look like he is bothered by this at all as he just nudges Nightmare gently again "Come on... what did the nice deer doctor lady say?"

Ngihtmare grumbles but actually answers this time "That I won't grow until i am healed."

Dust nods "exactly. As long as you are healing you won't grow. Which, she told us is a normal response for children to have as their bodies and magic are much more fragile." he bonks their skulls together softly "Which means. You will stay our adorable six year old until you are healed fullly. Including physical, mental and magic health."

Nightmare looks down embarresed and mutters "should be healed by now... I am a god..."

Dust looks unimpressed "You are also a six year old who lived his whole life being abused and hurt and when you finally had the power to defend yourself you had to do an adult god's duty." he nuzzles him "Take your time. We aren't in a hurry and any monster knows what it means if a child isn't growing."

Nightmare relaxes a bit and nods. accepting Dusts words.

Dust looks content as he glances up before looking slightyl embarresed as he tubs his hood closer around his skull "what?"

Horror then realises he is staring and a glacne confirms to are Cros and Killer. Cross looks completely enchanted and Killer is straight up cooing. Yeah no wonder Dust is getting shy. He was the same when the four of them spoke about dating.

Horror smiles at Dust before taking his chance to say something "Well. We better pick a birthday for him." Horror smiles at Nightmare "Or do you have one we don't know about Night?"

Ngihtmare shrugs and mutters "Dream and I were born on the longest day of the year... I don't know which date it was in our universe and when it is in other universes."

Killer groans "Of course it was on the sunniest day of the universe- ugh." Killer shoots Cross a glare but Cross jsut sends him a warning look back.

Horror agrees. Killer would have no doubt said something about either Dream or Nim and neither of them matter. At all. Not when they have a babybones that probably never even had anyone celebrate his birthday.

Dust stays on task as he hums in thought "Well... we could figure out when the longest day is here... and say that is your birthday? usually those fall in summer."

Killer shoots upright "or! We can pick the day when the longest night happens! Go right to the other side of it all!"

Horror watches Dust and Killer debate the options while he watches their tiny charge think. and that is why he sees Nightmare blink and looks up a bit as he no doubt gets an idea. Then the doubt sets in wihtout him saying anyhting.

Horror speaks gently "Did you have an idea?" luckily Killer and Dsut shut up right away.

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "maybe... I thought... you know... I became six again... and you guys picked me up so second chance and stuff... so shouldn't that count as the day? Because it is the day this whole thing started?" he tugs himself clsoer to Dust.

Dust hums as he rubs his spine oh so gently "I think it is a great idea." he glances at Killer "Kills?"

Killer grins as he taps away on his phone "already on it! lets see..."

Horror smiles at Nightmare "I think we all agree it is a great idea."

Nightmare smiles a tiny bit and Horror sees a tine glimps of that confident monster Nightmare had been with his powers. Which is good. This means they are guiding him alright towards a future where he is confident in himself, and hopefully happy and healthy.

Killer sits up and holds up his phone in triumph "Figured it out! We got here near mid summer and we had Ngihtmare for two months at that point. Ngihtmare become his true self a month before we got him. meaning!" Killer grins at Nightmare "You are a spring baby!" Killer shows the date to them all.

Ngihtmare looks away embarresed and Dust nods "Sounds good."

Nightmare however looks a bit anxious "But that is so soon already?"

Dust nuzzles him "That is okay. We will just do a small party with us five. Well and Crop and Straw if they want to come."

Horror sees Nightmare looks surprised and just chuckles "It will be nice. Something nice to focus on and enjoy together." he rubs the tiny cheek and Nightmare closes his sockets to lean into the touch.

The five of them relax and eat dinner soon after that as they casually discuss when everyone wants their own birthdays. Horror makes a point of picking up their housephone and calling Dani and Ellie to give them an update on the birthday situation and to invite them the party if they want to and have time. Horror also gives Crop the same update and invitation.

They are together. They are healing. The are happy.

And they have a party to prepare. They have to make sure Nightmare enjoys his very first birthday party after all.

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[cerise-on-top]

Hi, I saw that you opened your requests again, I don't know if I misinterpreted, but it seems that you haven't been well, anyway, I hope you are better, I'm glad you are taking some time for yourself. <3

Farah, Valeria, Laswell and Price.

(My requests are always about them, they are my favorite ^^)

An incredibly young and immature reader but with such great potential, sometimes they don't even know how the reader comes back from missions alive, and even if they do know, the reader comes back very injured because they don't hesitate to get hurt, or they take risks to save the life of your teammates or to help with the mission.

I imagine the lectures Laswell could give for such stupidity.

And even if they are wrong, the reader just rolls his eyes at the sermons and makes promises of change, not knowing that he is too impulsive to keep that promise. But even if the reader is very irresponsible in combat, he is very skilled, perhaps because he is young, or very intelligent, in addition the reader is a bomb of emotions, perhaps because he doesn't know how his own brain works, it constantly changes of humor, being seen as chaotic, and sometimes he does things so stupid that he makes them laugh, and maybe that's why they keep him around, or maybe because they like to take care of the reader.

Stay well, drink water and have a great day. And as always, I'm using the translator, sorry if anything gets confusing.

Almost two months late, but I got there eventually! This is the last request in my inbox, now I can do as I please!

Price, Valeria, Farah and Laswell with a Reckless and Immature Male!Reader

Price: Oh, you’re gonna give this man a heart attack at some point. He recognizes how skilled you are, he really does, but he wishes you were a bit less impulsive and reckless. As much as he loves having you around, for your skills and the fact that he feels like a father towards you, he will continuously tell you to be more careful. I can see him making you go through more rigorous training than most other soldiers just so you would finally learn to not be so reckless. Sure, he’ll have your back when it counts, but sometimes he needs to focus on his own survival as. He’ll try to cover you whenever he can, but it’s just not always possible. You may be loyal and reliable, but a dead soldier is no good. I feel as though he might get a little loud with you if you roll your eyes at him. He’s used to the disrespect from his soldiers, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates the sass. I don’t think he’d find most stupid things all that funny, especially not if it puts you at risk. You’re definitely gonna butt heads a lot with him. He won’t give in either, though. Price is a pretty stubborn man himself when he needs to be. However, if you get too emotional, then he’ll try to calm you down. He has lots of experience with all kinds of people, so he’ll get there. Tries to be the reason to your impulsiveness and will stop you from doing things that are unwise.

Valeria: She’s probably thoroughly amused by you. Yes, you’re very reliable, intelligent and very skilled, but that doesn’t mean you’re not an idiot in other ways. I think at first she wouldn’t care all that much about you and would see you as another asset, nothing more and nothing less. Once you prove your loyalty to her, she might grow a bit attached to you, though. However, she’ll also give you lectures. Not as many as the others, but she will. Especially when you’re on the verge of death. Yes, she may know nothing she says will get through, but she can try. Will yell at you, though. She doesn’t mind you being impulsive that much, until it puts you at death’s door. You’re a very competent man, you can pull off most things that you do, which she can appreciate. However, she does not appreciate always having to come to your rescue for almost any mistake and miscalculation you make. Sometimes, when she’s fed up enough, she does consider just letting you die. Unfortunately, she’s gotten too attached to you to let that happen. If you do something stupid, then she’s probably the only one on the list to actually laugh. You’re amusing to her, which is one of the reasons she keeps you around. Does not give up hope that you will come to your senses eventually as you mature, but she does want to keep you dumb to some degree. As long as you keep being her loyal mutt, all is good.

Farah: She’s a very meticulous person when it comes to her cause. While not everything goes well, most things have to in order for the majority of the world to not interfere. Farah does not appreciate you being this reckless at all. Not only are you one of her brothers, which means she cares a great deal about you, you almost always come back severely injured. She won’t say too much at first, but she will reach a breaking point eventually. Will scold you rather harshly, if she has to. Does not appreciate the sass and the empty promises. She does threaten you with leaving you behind if you don’t stop this nonsense and start taking better care of yourself. Yes, you’re always trying to save others, but you really shouldn’t be taking this many risks. Your skills are vital, yes, but she will not sacrifice you like that. She’s lost too many people that way already. It highly depends on what kind of stupid things you do. If you’re actively being a menace towards yourself, she won’t laugh. She’ll scold you. You’re young, you shouldn’t be a role model like that for others. She’s a bit harsh towards you, but that’s only because she cares. When you’re seriously hurt, she’ll be a bit more gentle towards you, but will scold you again afterwards. She keeps you around because she cares greatly about you, but is not above taking you out of the fight if she has to. While she’s glad you wanna help her, you’re not going to lose your life just because you’re reckless and impulsive.

Laswell: She’s probably the most calculating regarding where she puts your skills to use. She gets to choose which missions you get to go on, which means she’ll try her best to minimize the risk of you actually dying. Of course, for some reason, you always come back hurt anyway. Yes, you’re highly skilled, but that doesn’t mean she won’t scold you for not taking better care of yourself. However, her words go in through one ear and out the other. I don’t think she’ll actively yell at you since you always have other people in mind, but she won’t stop nagging at you either. Also threatens to send you to an early retirement if you don’t listen to her. However, Laswell is usually a rather calm person when she needs to be. She’s capable of taking care of you when you’re being rather emotional. Like Price, she’ll be the voice of reason and make sure you don’t do anything reckless or stupid. She doesn’t find your endeavors funny either, but will tolerate them, as long as you’re not hurting yourself. She keeps you around for your skills and because she cares a great deal about you, but she will keep on telling you to be more careful. Does not send you on missions on your own since you always need someone that makes sure you come back alive. If she needs a second opinion, then there’s a chance she might come to you. You might lack the experience as of right now, but you’ll get there eventually. She just needs to make sure you will.

[aroaceleovaldez]

i would like to say my ideal PJO adaptation (if i was being physically forced against my will to have to pick a live action adaptation over an animated one for some reason) would be a combo like writing of the musical + casting of the show + visuals of the movies

BUT the show actually does have the playwright for the musical as one of the major writers for like three episodes and that did nothing for it. so...

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[ohmaerieme]

rambling for a bit here about my “luigi gains some of dimentio’s mannerisms as a result of fusing into super dimentio” concept, because im fucking insane and need you all to understand my agony

ok so after writing all that this accidentally turned into like a kind of oneshot/drabble of 309 words. ur welcome everyone

he doesn’t even notice at first. he acts as if he’s always had these quirks, never notices anything out of the ordinary. but everyone else does. everyone else notices how his laughs now have a tilt to them it didn’t have before, how he poises his hands to his sides differently now, how he snaps his fingers before a battle.

what he does notice, is everyone’s stares when it happens- not that he knows what it is, yet. but most of all, he notices mario. and how he looks both horrified and sad in the strangest of moments, after telling a joke, or waiting in line at the store, or journeying off to fight bowser as their routine slowly resumes to normal.

and it’s the strangest thing that clues him to what’s been going on, that his friends have been dancing around. he’s making spaghetti with mario in the kitchen, a simple meal for a simple day- and the spices are on the counter behind him, so when his brother asks him so simply to reach behind him and grab some oregano-

his nearly pulls his arm out of his socket, he’s sure, from how fast he spun it backwards without even turning his head. and in his mind then, as he flinches his arm back with a hiss of pain, he realizes the error, then; a single stray thought in his head that said: “aren’t my hands supposed to float?”

the connection is easy, after that. and mario sits him down and turns off the stove and pulls their chairs closer together, so that their shoulders bump as they sit. and they rest their heads on eachother, and wish in complete silence that things weren’t the way they were, that maybe he could have left the end of all worlds in tact.

[bunnieswithknives]

sorry if idk this but what do you think about Wordgirl now in 2024 do you still like it do you still want to make art or talk about it or are you just done with all of it forever and plus i seen that you haven't made art of it since 2022 so you just done with all of it oh yeah and what about The Magnus Archives + Wordgirl ao3 fic too like is that just going to be and i know that your working on 2 au's now just wanting to know that's all

My interests tend to come in intense bursts and then fade. Unless something like, big happens like it gets a reboot its unlikely I'll be coming back to it anytime soon. As for the fic I don't have any current plans to finish it unfortunately.

[mishy-mashy]

Oh the temptation to write a Resistance fic where Kudo learns to take care of a baby during terrible times

[ghastigiggles]

Omg omg omg "Here comes the tickle monster" with ler!Jing Yuan and lee!Yanqing! If that's okay ofc💕

Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“My lord, please, you should still be resting…���

“A little rest is good for the soul,” Jing Yuan smiled back, gazing out the window; “But too much, and one risks becoming lethargic.”

Yanqing sighed softly, his brow furrowing with worry as he gazed at the general’s back. While it was true that Jing Yuan was bouncing back well, a part of him – the part that was still attached to his mentor – still stressed over the depth of his wounds. Jing Yuan could be like a cat at the best of times, concealing facets of his health to avoid worrying those he cared for – and giving his enemies an advantage, all the same.

“... I understand,” The young warrior managed after a moment, knowing better than to push his luck too far; “In that case, if there’s anything I can do to help, please, let me be of service.”

“Hm.”

Jing Yuan turned to look down upon Yanqing, a soft smile upon his lips as he took in the boy’s worried state – and with a soft chuckle, he nodded, turning to face him fully as Yanqing perked to attention.

“There is one thing…”

Something about the general’s tone struck a memory for Yanqing, who promptly tensed – suddenly overwhelmingly glad that there were no other members of staff present in Jing Yuan’s office. As the older warrior stepped forward, he stepped back, swallowing as he realized where this was going.

“My lord…! You can’t be serious – your condition is –”

“Not severe enough to stop the tickle monster!”

In a split moment, Jing Yuan grinned and started closer, earning a yelp of alarm from Yanqing as he darted away in turn, quickly moving to stay out of reach – though he couldn’t stop the anticipatory, equally entertained smile from seizing his features, nor the squeal that escaped him when the general finally seized his target. 

“Here it comes!”

“Eeyah! Nohohoo, my - my lohord…!”

Ultimately, a little laughter was a soothing balm for both of their souls – and for those who passed by the office’s doors, pausing to smile at the muffled sounds of play within. All would be well within the Divination Commission.

[lailuhhh]

Okay okay so I had this AU idea but it’s not something I could pull off so I’m here going to yell about it because I can’t stop thinking about it. And maybe because I think you’d write it so well

What if Mac didn’t want to join the army? What if Harry or James forced him too? And he’s been banned from coming home(for a specific period of time). Is it because Harry’s sick and dying and doesn’t want his grandson to see him like this? Is it James for a more sinister specific reason?

So Mac doesn’t want to be there. He wants to go home. He’s had basically bad experiences with most of the people he’s interacted with(I’m a sucker for Mac’s previous overwatches being awful to him) and Peña was the exception but he’s gone and now he’s stuck with Dalton and he’s got so much time left here still and Dalton gets to go home soon.

They still don’t get along but Mac still saves Jack and he’s shocked when Jack stays because he gets to go home and choose to stay. Ahh it would be so interesting.

✨✨✨✨✨✨BESTIE✨✨✨✨✨✨

Okay what if Mac’s considered a troubled child? He has a record of everything that he’s done and really the only big thing was exploding the football field. He’s the weird kid but is still the Mac we know and love

Assuming everything is still pretty much the same, Harry and James still talk and James gets updates on everything Mac does and that was like the decision of him going to the army. Harry opposes it because he knows the horrors of it but doesn’t really have the final say in anything because while he’s technically Mac’s guardian, James is— unfortunately— still his father

Let’s assume Mac got a scholarship, but it’s really James setting his plan into place and through the magic of television, through signing all the paperwork and everything and getting the scholarship settled, Mac said he’d join the army when he turned 18

So Mac more or less gets literally escorted out of his dorm and shoved onto an army bus and taken away to basic, all while calling Harry trying to figure out what’s happening but Harry just tells him he signed a contract. Mac even calls the Bozers to try to help out because they actually care and don’t want him sent into a battlefield

Training and everything passes, old overwatches come and go, Peña is the only person who says the whole situation is fucked up and tells Mac he’ll look into it because legally the contract Mac signed was null and void because he signed as a minor without his guardian present so he really shouldn’t be there. James gets word of it because that’s just a big problem so he had a plan to keen him from finding anything out, but Peña ends up dying from the Ghost’s bomb and James doesn’t have to Deal With Him™️

At that point, Mac is pretty much cut off from everyone because he didn’t want to be there and the only person that seemed to care and believe him died. Then he gets transferred and the whole interaction with Jack happens and the scene where we see Mac disarm the IED with a battery and gum, how they’re kinda warming up to each other, Mac is still completely closed off because he just hates it there so much, even though Jack is trying to be a decent guy

And then when Mac goes off on his own—

“Now, we need to get on the same page, kid, and I mean right now. That is, if you want to keep breathing. Next time you wait for me to take my position before you go scampering off like that, you hear me?”

“Whatever. Not like it would’ve mattered.”

Which leads to a blowout of Mac yelling how much he hates it there and that he was basically kidnapped from college because he knew that, while he didn’t read the full contract, any agreements would’ve been void like Peña said because he was a minor and he didn’t have the power to consent to actually joining the army

When Mac saves Jack, it’s more of a if it was just me I wouldn’t really care but I’m not going to let you die just because my life sucks and Jack can see Mac going in a downward spiral and knows that if he doesn’t stay then Mac won’t make it out of the sandbox

The last few days is basically how they first met, but Jack’s making an effort to actually be the guy we know and love but Mac doesn’t want anything to do with it because Jack’s leaving and what’s the point of trying to be friends with someone you’ll never see again

So when Jack actually pops into the side of the humvee

“Why’d you come back? You had the opportunity to go home.”

“My home will still be there. I told ya before that I get all my bomb nerds home and yer no exception. You were dealt a real shitty hand and it’s fucked that no one will help ya get to the bottom of it. So I’m gonna stay here, make sure ya get home so you can stick it to those that fucked ya over”

So Mac’s tour gets finished, and since Jack actually holds power, they leave and Jack gets on contact with his buddies up the ladder to help get to the bottom of it and it takes a while but they eventually get the documents Mac signed and then consent forms signed by James and that just starts a whole whirlwind of the true James Hate we deserved

**Bonus points for if Harry died while Mac was deployed but they didn’t let him go home because James knew he would go AWOL so all his free days and leave had to be on base, also Mac assumed that Harry was the one that consented to him joining so he pretty much hated him until he found out the truth

All assuming Mac signed the scholarship forms when he was like 16 because you can legally sign up for the army when you’re 17