#tt pack rat

[clowndotgay]

what if i was just a little cringe what then

[sodadrabbles]

hear me out- one more littleboo but like if they were crying or like going through smt and ranboo just helps//comforts them if that makes sense? GEHDDH okay have a good day :]

THE PEOPLE DEMAND HURT/COMFORT. I SHALL FEED YOU, MY PEOPLE

Also, I wanted to address why I use ‘Ranboo’ in these fics, when referring to the actual CC- We don’t know Ranboo’s real name. I want to respect his wishes and not speculate, because that’s creepy. So, I just use Ranboo. A couple people were asking in my inbox. I know Tubbo said his name was Mark, but that was never confirmed, and, again, I don’t want to speculate on his personal information, that’s WEIRD.

LIttleboo IV: Hurt/comfort or bust.

Pairing: Ranboo x sibling!Reader (gender-neutral)!

Rating: Soft. Bad ending, I’m so sorry (NOT ANGST, IM JUST BAD AT WRITING)

Summary: Being a freshman sucks ass, but Ranboo bought taco bell, it’s all good.

To say today was a bad day would be an understatement. It was probably the most terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day of your 14-year-old life. The whole day the universe would launch bad thing after bad thing at you, as if it was somehow testing you in your will to deal with bullshit. Like it was asking you ‘What are you willing to put up with today?’

Your answer was ‘Not fucking this.’

You woke up to your brother shaking you softly, telling you the power had gone out and you were both late. For an upperclassman this wasn’t a big deal- But you were a freshman. Your teachers were going to give you absolute hell for being late, and knowing Ranboo was going to get off scot-free made you a little salty. You had to skip breakfast and had to leave with your hair still a bit messy, barely able to comb through it with your fingers while Ranboo drove you both to school.

Then there was a pop quiz first period- English. You were never terrible at english, but being on the topic of the last three chapters of the book you were reading for class- Chapters which you had not read yet- The test had been a little difficult. Not to mention the hunger clawing at your stomach, and the strange fog that was settled about your thoughts.

You thought you could catch a break through second period and lunch, knowing Chemistry would be an easy day and you could grab something good with your brother, but fate had other plans in mind.

During Chemistry, you were tasked with picking a partner and completing an experiment afterthought worksheet, going over the experiment you had done in class the day before. You were paired with the nice girl sat next to you- At least you thought she was nice. As the teacher dismissed the class to begin talking amongst themselves, you turned to start asking her how her experiment went yesterday. You didn’t have a chance to ask, however, as the girl snapped at you harshly. “Don’t even bother! I’m not doing this assignment. Do it on your own.”

Her voice was pitched and loud, and it caused you to wince back. You tilt your head and try to ask her, but she cuts you off by flicking the paper in your direction. It sends both your papers flying, and you try to catch them, but fail miserably and fall out of your chair unceremoniously. As you fall, your foot comes up to counter balance and you nearly kick the girl in the head- Keyword being nearly. You were sure you were able to stop yourself, and hadn’t touched it, but still the girl screeches and begins screaming bloody murder. The teacher comes over to check what’s going on, the girl sobbing and holding her head.

And then she lies through her teeth.

“Sir, she just kicked me! I was just asking about her experiment and she kicks me!”

She’s sobbing dramatically, and though you’re clearly not at fault, considering it was clear you had fallen out of your chair. Even still the teacher sides with her, giving you a short and disappointing talk about violent behaviour in the classroom, ending with “I have no choice but to give you lunch detention and a zero on the assignment.”

You don’t try to argue- Exhaustion was already settling on your body and you didn’t want to just make the situation worse than it already was. The rest of second period dragged on like a snail. You sat awkwardly at your table, twiddling your thumbs and staring at the walls. You could feel eyes boring into the back of your skull with each passing glance at the students. A few whispers that seemed much too loud yet indecipherable hitting your ears, somehow knowing deep in your soul that the other students were whispering about you. By the time the lunch bell rang you were starting to feel tears prick at your eyes as your own thoughts betrayed you.

During lunch detention, you were at the very least allowed your phone. You texted your brother, alerting him that you had lunch detention. He promised to bring you food before your third period began- The gesture brought a smile to your face. Your third period was your favorite, because Ranboo was also taking that class. US History. You were able to push through detention with Philza’s stream, starting a TTS war with Wilbur in the time you were able to watch. Of course, mentioning you were in detention earned you a little rant from Phil, not doing much to better your mood.

When third period came down to bless you, you could feel the tears welling in your eyes at the happy sight of your tall older brother holding a taco bell bag in his hand. You basically tackled him, nearly knocking him to the ground. His arms flew around you for stability, and you gripped the back of his shirt as an involuntary sob came out of your mouth. 

Ranboo stared down at you with his brows furrowed with concern, his mouth pulled into a tight frown. He pushed you to the side to allow other students to get into the classroom, and released you from the hug to look you in the face. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks and nose were red, stray tears still rolling down your cheeks. He wiped one away.

“(Y/N), what happened? Why are you crying?” He asked, your eyes avoiding him. You hated to cry in front of people- But the stress of the day weighed heavy on your shoulders. You had just gotten too excited. When you explained this, Ranboo shook his head. “(Y/N) it’s perfectly okay, you don’t have to apologize.”

He hugged you again, and you hugged him back. After standing there for a moment, the annoying ring of the school bell sounded overheard, alerting you that class was starting.

“Tell you what,” Ranboo beamed at you, picking up the bag of food. “We’re gonna go in there, annoy Mr. Anderson, and eat chalupas until we explode. Sound good?”

You smile and nod your head. God, your older brother is so cool.

---

The rest of the day was smooth as it could be. You spent all of third period messing around with Ranboo- The assignment given for the day forgotten as homework that you would sit down and do together before Ranboo had to stream. You feared that your fourth period, Algebra, would once again break you down into a ball of anxiety and terror. But to your pleasant surprise, you would be watching a movie with a substitute for that class.

Your mood had been significantly raised by the time the bell had rung, releasing you from the confines of the building. You packed your things quietly, the hustle and bustle of an emptying school occupying your senses. You had rushed down through the hallways towards to doors leading to student parking. Ranboo was supposed to be waiting for you at the car.

But before you could reach the door, you felt a hand grip your bag, pulling you backwards. Your feet flew out from under you as you fell to the ground, your bag being ripped from your shoulders. You felt you back collide with the cold, tiled ground, pain shooting through spine. 

Shrill giggling sounds from above you. You groan and roll onto your front, staring up at a group of three girls laughing at you. You recognized the one holding your bag from your chemistry class. By the looks of the other two, they were also freshmen. You try to get on your feet, but the girl swings her leg, knocking your hands out from under you. You feel something press against your back. 

The girl from your class laughs as she bends down to look at you. “You thought you could get away with that little stunt?” She sneers, her hand grabbing your face. Not able to think of anything else to do, you snap your jaws, nearly biting her. She screeches and backs away.

“DID YOU JUST TRY TO BITE ME?” She screams, her face twisted in disgust. You feel the presume on your back worsen, and you strain your neck to see who was standing on your back. You recognized the guy as a junior on the soccer team. You vaguely recalled the girl mentioned she was dating a guy on the soccer team. 

You squirm, freeing your hands from underneath you. Just as you were about to grab the guy’s leg, you hear a familiar voice shout. The three girls in front of you scatter like rats- But the soccer player stays. He turns to look at whoever shouted, his chest puffing out as if he’s prepared for a fight. However the color seems to drain from his face when he sees the mystery person- And he runs away like a dog with its tail between its legs.

As you start to stand, someone grabs you by the shoulders and helps you up. You’re met with the mop of brown hair and concerned gray eyes of your older brother. He helps you to your feet, handing you your bag. You thank him as you throw the bag over your shoulders, giving your older brother a tight hug.

You don’t even realize there were tears in your eyes again, until Ranboo tells you to dry your eyes. “Sorry…” You whisper, hand wiping away the water. “I don’t know why I’m crying.

Ranboo smiles at you again, his hand patting the top of your head. You smile at him too, and he leads you out of the school, asking if you’re alright or if anything hurts. You spend the walk to the car feeling grateful you have someone to help you out like that. It has you smiling to entire ride home.

[iphoenixrising]

DickTim Week 2021: Day 5 Winged!Talon Tim au

So. another dual prompt and I really regret nothing about this one tbh. I took tomorrow’s Talon and today’s Wings and made a Winged!Talon!Tim fic. Of course, I talked to the wonderful babes on Capes & Coffee about a what if combination and this just, whew. Careful, it might break your heart a little, but damn if it isn’t an interesting idea.

Not beta read, so don't be a hater :D

Previous Talon!Tim universe posts: The initial idea, Babe and I talking it out, Talon Training Ask, Ra’s vs the Court, Talon and Ra’s, Talon and Ra’s take 2, Talon and Shiva short.

**

Watching B take on the new and improved Talon is really the entertainment of the year.

Once upon a time it had taken all of them plus more to take down as much of the Court of Owls as humanly possible. Of course, like rats, the Bats knew there would be no way to get the entire Court or all the Talons, not when the upper echelons of Gotham had spent the better part of 200 years creating, storing, training, and obtaining more.

Politicians were investigated, corrupt cops removed, and criminals burrowed underground once word of what the capes did to save the day got passed around.

For the first time in years, crime in Gotham was at an all time low.

But, as the coin flip dictates, nothing good lasts forever. Trouble is always brewing below the surface to eventually rise to the top and try to take over.

Case in point:

The Bats of Gotham have come up against a new threat wearing the signature Talon armor, and the call goes out to all available capes for help taking on the undead mercenary before another crime family ends up in the Obituaries rather than Blackgate.

The fact the Court is still up and running after the Batfamily took them down in a fiery blaze that ended with all their Talons gone, Sensei exposed, and most the ruling families imprisoned or poisoned by Lincoln March, is like a kick to the abdomen after they closed that particular book. Worse, with a new Talon soldier is sighted running around Gotham, another circus kid has been kidnapped and turned into the right hand of the Court of Owls. Dick, with his absolute survivors guilt, is the one to make going after the Talon and whoever is still behind the scenes a top priority.

Which is how they find themselves in the middle of Knight’s Stadium facing down a Talon that is too short to be March. Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin, Batgirl, and Black Bat pretty much got their asses handed to them in the first twelve minutes. Pretty hard to understand until you take into account the new and improved Talon facing them now is terrifying in a completely different way than most undead assassins are.

He knows them.

He knows them in ways that lets him fight fast and furious with vicious accuracy, striking at weaknesses few of the vigilantes of Gotham realized they even had.

He isn't as big as Lincoln or even Cobb, not nearly as old. He hasn't been kept in cryostasis waiting for the next generation to need his skills. He doesn't have creaks in his joints from being put on deep freeze too many times.

This one is silent and efficient, obviously trained in multiple types of martial arts, is highly proficient with or without the standard Talon knives, is a master tactician, counters the majority of their moves with alarming consistency–

and the fucking Talon has wings.

Honest-to-God wings.

Everyone had assumed the metal monstrosities on his back were weapons of some kind, but the glint of steel in the streetlight flash a warning before the lumps moved in an arch, extending far out past his shoulder blades, slicing into Red Hood’s body suit with a razor-sharp edge, shredding the armor like paper.

It’s not enough he’s got weapons obviously made specifically for his skill set, it’s not enough he’s an assassin and doesn’t hold to the same standards of non-lethal combat, it’s not enough that he can use his wings to fly or to fight like he’s using another limb to kick the shit out of them, and it’s not enough that he effortlessly counters so many of their attacks that he has to have some kind of inside information on all of them and their fighting styles.

The knives are definitely a thing when the Talon can throw them hard enough to penetrate parts of their suits in between armored plating, which further drives the theory that this is a person they’ve dealt with before. Intimately. Few people in the world know how their suits are made. Even more, few people know particulars enough when their suits are constantly reconstructed.

The only thing on their side that tipped the scales in their favor–

–the Batman.

The wings threw him off his game, obviously, but not enough to stop B from holding his own with swift and merciless force.

It's like watching a dance of fast and furious fists, blades in Talon's hands glinting deadly in the night, finding B's suit over and over and over until he's made it to blood and bone. He takes every hit the Batman can dish out, head snapping back, left, and right with the volley of jaw-breaking blows and bone-shattering kicks.

None of it gives the Talon pause. When a move makes him drop a blade, another is already in hand, cutting into their body suits, wings flipping out to defend or distract, sweeping moves and well coordinated attacks.

The unnatural appendages are like another arm, another leg, an extension working on the same central nervous system, regardless as to how the Court managed to make it happen.

A jump kick off a trash can is a lucky shot as a wing catches B in the ribs hard enough to knock him into the wall of Mike's Famous Hotdogs. The only thing saving the Dark Knight from a concussion or permanent brain damage is the plating in his cowl.

It gives the Talon enough time to make a final bid for a battered Nightwing, Red Hood, and Robin struggling to their feet again, eyes for their fallen mentor.

Before he can lunge forward to start the attack yet again, the Talon just stops, pauses like he’s stuck or something, and in the span of a breath, both wings extend fully, flap powerfully once to propel him up into the Gotham night.

O tries her best to track his flight through the city, but no one’s arms are working well enough to toss a tracker on him.

She loses him over Cape Carmine, slams her palms against her system in frustration, makes sure she gets as much footage from the confrontation as possible.

After some sleep and a whole lot of bandages and ice packs, the Bat family meets in the Cave to watch the footage, breakdown the Talon’s fighting style, his weaponry, and make theories on his identity.

O helps out with readings she has of electronic pulses she managed to capture coming from the armor over his wings. She thinks she might be able to use it to track him if they can get close enough for her equipment to ping the signal again.

B makes a trip to Arkham since Freeze apparently hasn’t stopped producing the formula used to put Talons in cryostasis.

It’s not until Gotham’s power grid has a massive surge that O and the Bats can pinpoint a possible location, all of them invested in one hell of a fight to get the last rats still scurrying in the underground.

The plan of attack comes together smoothly once they’ve scoped out the location, seen the shady activity, and together, they make one hell of a plan.

**

And because, you know, Gotham, it is completely normal for the Court of Owl's headquarters to have a skylight.

Natch.

For this one, they've got Batgirl and Black Bat, Red Hood and Robin, Nightwing and B, a real family affair.

O's quiet voice over comms leading them through the maze of traps and empty rooms, abandoned libraries and spooky ball rooms. The laboratory isn't the most horrific they've all ever seen (because the Joker's summer place is literally the stuff of nightmares), but a few of them do gag on the smell alone.

The plan, however, goes horribly awry when the clear sounds of tormented screaming echoes from right under their reinforced bootheels.

Black Bat's fists clench hard, her breathing wheezes out when the tone, the utter agony goes right through her.

A shudder slides up Robin's spine as all of them turn toward the noise.

Without a flicker or a word, the Batman moves, strafing in the shadows toward the sound. He can't assume it's an innocent civilian with something the Court wants, but he's betting on the fact that scream will lead them to whoever is running the show.

The medieval room has bars and reinforced locks, implements hanging on the wall. The cement brick is stained rust colored with old blood, the vestiges of training, and the awful realization they've found another hidden niche in the city that always existed right under their noses is punctuated with the abrupt drop in temperature, with the sudden charge in the air, with the zzzzcrack snapping beyond the door, replaced with a muted buzzing Robin can feel in his back teeth.

B is already on his way to the roof, Batgirl down through the floor vent while Nightwing picks the locks with fast precision, knocking the tumblers around.

Robin and Red Hood stay close to the reinforced door, balancing on the balls of their feet, katana and .45s at the ready.

Black Bat takes the high road, ceiling tiles giving way under her Bat-a-rang. She gives a sharp nod before she's up and gone.

"All right. Ready?" Nightwing stands, cracks his neck, flips his escrimas in both hands, works his shoulders to prepare for the strain of each blow he plans to give.

"Ya betcha ass," Hood murmurs low, a cut figure with both guns at his sides, gloved fingers on the trigger guard.

"Don't disappoint," Robin snarls, "either of you."

"Nice pep talk, squirt," Nightwing snickers.

"Tt, back up your mouth with action."

"Better shuddap, Demon. Golden Boy ain't fuckin' 'round. Neither is the Bat. We get one more chance a' this asshole. We ain't gonna blow it again, ya feel me?"

"Finally, something we agree on, Hood."

"Other than N's shitty mullet?"

Nightwing swiftly glares at them both over his shoulder, unconsciously putting himself front and center of the trio, ready to be the first in once they get the signal.

– which is the sound of the glass raining down from the heavens.

Three booted feet kick the door hard enough to take it off the hinges, lying against the faded stains like a fallen body.

First step in the room is the complete opposite to what they'd all been expecting.

The two Owl masks aren't the usual, but a perversion of the originals, crudely drawn yawning mouths complete with fangs dripping blood.

But.

The boy on his knees, arms in a binder holding the appendages hostage at a painful angle, is dripping the real thing. Rivulets down his chest and where his back is partially visible. Some from the base of the wings going into the back of his shoulder blades where the skin is torn and raw.

The bar gag shoved in his mouth doesn't take away from the splatters on his chin, the bruising on his face, the swollen eye. But it's his wings that makes the Bats falter from the initial rushing attack.

His wings are without the armor, are bound straight up above his restrained body with hooks grotesquely puncturing through the downy softness, desecrating the beauty with blood and gore. The angle makes the pull to his back where the wings are part of him just another agony on top of atrocity.

"Fuck," from the first Owl mask, and a swift move frees the Talon's bound arms, the appendages flopping uselessly to the floor, only his trapped, tortured wings keeping him up on his knees.

The second Owl shoves the first back, "let him take care of them. Let's get out of here!"

The first Owl snarls out something low and foreign, the phrases rolling off his tongue.

The words lock into place, and the Talon's head snaps up, snarling around the gag in his mouth.

When his face is finally, finally visible, the protectors of Gotham are frozen in their tracks.

Familiar violet-blue eyes, too-long blue-black hair, cut jawline and pointed nose. Tiny scar on his right cheek from the time he caught Ra's al Ghul's ring across the face.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," is barely heard through the Red Hood's synths and in no way fully expresses his utter horror at what these dirty motherfuckers have done.

Robin wretches, bile burning the back of his throat once those eyes swing up to the masked parody of the Owls and his bare upper body is visible through the blood and sweat on his chest, when the scars peeking through on his collar bones form a half-visible Y-incision, when the coloring of the bared wings now makes sense (robin's wings, Damian Wayne thinks with his heart beating pitter patter fast, and his stomach in knots, they put robin's wings on him...).

And the hurt, agonized noise coming out of Nightwing's chest is the only noise he can make when those dimmed, dazed eyes swing from the Owls back to the vigilantes frozen in their spots, when there's no spark of joy or fondness or stubbornness he's so used to seeing staring him down.

The errant thought, the first instinct, is the only humane way to deal with this new Talon is to put him down for good wars with the man behind the mask that only wants to reach out, wants to pull the Talon into his body and curve over, to scream at the injustice of it all, to rail at himself for not even suspecting.

Another switch flipped and the hooks release his wings, blood splattering on top the old stains.

"Get them! Don't fuck it up this time or you won't get another chance," the second Owl shoves the Talon's injured shoulder in the direction of the horrified vigilantes.

They don't even bother to take the gag out of his mouth before setting him on his target.

A flap of wings, and the Talon is on his feet again, swaying only slightly. He's in the boots and pants from earlier, the rest of his uniform tossed carelessly behind him by his tormentors. A sweep of his feet and the knives glint in bare palms, a whisper of a sound.

The curved, clawed blade glints in the overhead light when the Talon raises it and cuts the strap of the bar gag in his bloody mouth, turns his head to spit it out without looking away from the vigilantes.

The Batman, grim and stoic in the face of this surprising turn of events, gives the barest nod. From her hiding spot behind the complex machinery, Black Bat takes off after the running Owl members, leaving the rest of the family to deal with their former third Robin.

The wings flinchingly flare out and their former bird hunches over, ready for the attack.

“Wait! Wait, wait, wait,” the Red Hood removes the helmet, leaves the domino underneath. He keeps one hand out in peace, slowly dipping down to put his helmet on the ground. “Is us, Tim. Timmy. Baby Bird. Is us. Yer family. Gotta lookit us, yeah?”

For the first time, the Talon speaks, “who’s Tim?”

And then he lunges.

**

The fight happens very differently this time.

The former power behind the punches is obviously dulled with the Talon’s identity reveal. He doesn’t hold back, is utterly ruthless with his attacks. He takes out B’s right knee, puts Hood down on the stained floor, knocks Robin into the wall with crushing force, and slams Batgirl’s head off the operating table.

He stands over Nightwing, wicked blade in hand and robin’s wings spread wide. He takes a knee, the sharp edge right above N’s adam’s apple, staring down impassively into the whiteouts.

“Timmy,” N spits blood, grunting when one knee pins his arm down. “Timmy, please. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I love you and I’m sorry they did this to you.”

Those eyes don’t change in the slightest. “You should not have tried to oppose the Owls.”

“We beat them once,” Nightwing gasps, “and you helped us, Baby Bird. You were with us then, don’t you remember.”

“I was nothing before the Court perfected me,” the Talon replies emotionlessly.

“You were perfect before they ever touched you.”

“No,” and the Talon leans down, puts them a breath away. “The only thing you and those others do is put the criminals back in prison, back in Arkham for them to escape again, for them to kill and destroy over and over again. Like this, I can stop them permanently.”

“Oh Timmy,” and behind the whiteouts, Nightwing’s eyes spill over, his vision wavery. “Timmy–”

“Don’t call me that. Stop calling me that.”

“You know me, you know us. You have to remember–”

“Lies. All of it lies!”

Nightwing’s chest stutters, his fist clenching, “it’s not. None of it is. Not even this–”

And he’s fast enough to grab the back of the Talon’s neck, to lean up enough against the blade pressed against his throat, can bring their mouths together, can kiss him like he’s dying and the Talon is the only thing that can save him.

It’s sloppy and awkward because the Talon doesn’t know what’s happening, gasps against the vigilante’s mouth. The tongue sliding over his, the muffled moan in his mouth sparks something in the back of his brain where the Court of Owls could never touch.

When Nightwing pulls back, stares up at wide violet-blue eyes, when the blade falls away to clatter against the block, when the Talon’s mouth trembles and tears fill his eyes, when his wings flutter and falter, fold in on them both, when his voice goes hoarse with, “D-Dick?” Nightwing throws both arms around his waist and holds on.

[readbythestarlight]

c2e123

Fuck y’all I’m so scared

Let’s just all really focus some positive energy and pray nobody dies

So like Lucien knew they were plotting right

But he’s also superstitious as fuck and for whatever reason doesn’t want to kill them yet

So like he lets them read the book to tie them to him right

Like insurance

[[MORE]]

Fjord’s like "this is fucked I hope there’s a good explanation for this"

And there’s NOT the only explanation is that they’re MORONS who read a book they shouldn’t have

Veth NO

Yasha is like nO

Yasha is so WORRIED

Things just start happening for them and now Beau is cursed and it’s so unfair

Not the diamonds!!

If you don’t have at least enough diamonds to resurrect at LEAST half the party then you don’t have enough don’t waste them

Guys you can’t cut off their limbs

Does HE see through them or does the Somnovum

Travis is enjoying this way too much

Caleb. FUCKING. Widogast. Do NOT look at the book and Yasha you need to SHUT UP girl.

Oh boys wolves

Oh boy something WORSE than wolves?

MOTHER

FUCKER

IS IT *THE* WHITE DRAGON?

Shit shit fuck

Okay good maybe it’s after the wolves

Oh no it’s

Oh noooooo

FUCK A DUCK

NOOOOOOO

I knew it I knew it was her fuck

If anything we’ll see how powerful/actually pathetic Lucien is now but

Fuck man

Fjord!! Babe!!

I hope they kick dragon ass and Lucien /fears/ them

I also hope the Tomb Takers don’t let them do all the damage, saving their own spells while letting the M9 exhaust themselves to make easier targets

Legendary action from Lucien?? But okay it’s just a hold type action thing??

It’s nice that the TT’s are actually helping

Beau being up on top of her still is bad

See okay you’d think that the dragon would be the worst thing to happen tonight but this does not explain why it’s gonna be an extra long episode so now I’m just trying to decide what will be WORSE than the dragon

...cone of... what...

72 points oh fuck

Cad: "I’m a one wolf wolf pack, come on." xD

DAMN Veth

78 points of damage!

85!! Even better

MATT

Oh thank god for not doing that to poor Yasha

True Love’s Heal

Okay so I’ve been avoiding social media all day so I have no idea what’s coming but apparently the episode is almost SIX HOURS?! And the dragon fight can’t possibly lay THAT’ much longer so y’all I am AFRAID

Right okay Beau’s gonna get swallowed yet, lovely

And now she’s trying to fly AWAY

L: “Let him have her” you FUCK

Yasha immediately like “I’m gonna go running”

The Tomb Takers suck confirmed

Like forreal I wanted them to kill Lucien anyway but now I just want them to kill him *with extreme prejudice*

Caleb’s like “I got you empire sis!!”

Oh OUCH

But good job, Caleb

I hope now they finally realize there isn’t any Molly left in him

Why kill Otis when he seems like possibly a partially decent person

Like fuck Cree and Lucien sure

Yasha like “oh yeah I forgot about this lance strapped to my back, let’s fuck up this dragon!”

YES Yasha good throw! Do some damage

lol okay not much but I like the “Don’t touch my girlfriend!!” vibes

Oh c’mon Matt let her rage throw a grenade xD

So many Nat 20s this fight

Which I’m sure means they’re gonna miss the Nat 20s later

Nice healing Caduceus!

wow it’s good that he healed her huh

Here she goooooooes

“If it’s going we’re gonna let it go—“

Ashley: “I summoned this bitch we’re gonna END her!”

I’m glad she’s gone. They can deal with her later.

Also fuck Lucien.

Yaaaaas Fjord call him out

lmao Jester

Also unfortunately he’s got a point I guess but he still fucking sucks

I don’t know who I want to get the HDYWTDT on Lucien but right now I’m leaning between Cad and Jester and Fjord

KISS

“Anything for my Fjord”

lmao Veth xD

F: “What, I’m mad for her!”

V: “That’s a thing now?!”

It’s just Dagon I hope

Dagon during the dragon fight just like “wtf” like is it actually worth getting paid at this point man

They keep saying his name and not GOING to Essek and it makes me sad

Would polymorph let him keep his chair??

Listen I want Essek here but at the same time I do NOT want Essek here during the longest goddamn episode of the series

Okay okay shit they’re REALLY close, if they’re going to get help then Dagon is gonna have to BOOK it and the. Essek is gonna have to make up his mind QUICK

Oh god I hope there’s no dreams

Okay good some answers to some questions

Is hot boi planning to help? - YES

Can the eyes be used against them? - unknown

Do the TT plan to sacrifice them? - ...Unknown but probably not?

We got a solid yes about Essek tho which makes me happy because it really cements that whole he’s loyal to them

He’s so USELESS I love him

I hope this whole his being useless thing doesn’t hurt he and Jester’s relationship tbh

Mother FUCK

they STOLE their BAG

Fucking fuck those fucking sons of rats

MOTHER

FUCKERS

Not the BAG

They haven’t even RESTED

So they really did just need the damn crest the whole time so if y’all had just sent it off

Fuck

I agree I want the bag back

I’m so fucking SCARED we can’t go into this fight with no rest and low spell slots

Oh god okay oh god here we go

He’s gonna cut their spells

Blood curse of the EYELESS tho?

“That’s like an insta death”

Y: “better not be, I’ll kill him”

What did he do to Cad’s STUFF??

What did he do to CAD?!!!!

Okay not just Cas cause Caleb too so it’s an area

Stay AWAY from my boy

Oh god oh god

FUCK Lucien

“Oh like a beholder?”

YES EXACTLY

Poor Caduceus is so stressed!!

Counter counter counterspell

I’m so stressed I haven’t been able to make myself type

But I swear that if they weren’t half spent from the dragon they’d have managed to whoop them

YES Fjord YES smart boy

Fuck you Lucien

Honestly if they’d had al their spells they’d have done so much better against him

Oh my GOD though that was TENSE

But nobody’s DEAD thank god

But forreal I really think that if they had all their spells and health they could have taken them

And the best part is NOW they can FINALLY go to Essek!!

Love you too, Matt!

[kaisooficrec]

Any secret relationshop au because one of the Is scared to be out of the closet (dont want to be known as gay) or is famous/popular?

Hi dear, we have something for sure! Check these out:

Blood Feud- vampire au, both are vampires from clans that are enemies

Talk Nice - wanderingheart’s latest fic, idol Jongin and manager Kyungsoo. -cj

Blasphemy - Kyungsoo is really scared to tell everyone (except his very close friends) that he is gay because he is afraid that he’ll be judged. They have a period when they hook up and no one knows - moon

Baby, don’t cry by - They hide their relationship because Jongin is a very popular playboy and Kyungsoo is an orphan - moon

Bite Me - Kind of, where Kyungsoo is a human who is scared to be judged by superior hybrids and avoids being in public with his friend and crush. -cj

Daddies For Life - Mostly Crack. Baby Rock or Do Kyungsoo is the arch nemesis of the three oldest Kim brothers. Meanwhile, the youngest Kim, - Jongin - gets to be spoiled and babied by him. The first chapter had me rolling.

What’s meant to be, will be - based on reply 1988, kd grew up together in the same neighbourhood as friends and they’re dating in secret in fear of the homophobic society

break rules, not hearts - age switch. jongin and chanyeol are besties and there’s an unwritten rule that jongin shouldn’t break the ‘bro code’ and date chanyeol’s younger brother kyungsoo. or at least that’s what chanyeol thinks :))))

hands on you -  kyungsoo isn’t just jongin’s hairstylist. they’re boyfriends but in secret. smut

stay -  age switch. jongin is a uni teacher with his marriage in shambles and then has an affair with one of his students ksoo

Tinkerbell - a little bit of peter pan inspo. they’re basically dating in secret and kyungsoo thinks he doesn’t deserve jongin while jongin can never introduce kyungsoo to his family

You like my hair? Gee thanks, just bought it - jongin dressing up prettily so AG is quaking in her boots! and ksoo popping a vein but can’t tell they’re dating hhh

hand over hand - two weeks after The Practice Room Incident; aka two boys who kissed are trying to sort out their feelings that they shouldn't be feeling

Watching Me (Watching You) - Jongin and Kyungsoo are forced enemies by their packs, even though Kyungsoo doesn't think he would like Jongin either way. That is, until he and Jongin make a connection that there is no way out of. Now he has much bigger problems.

i’ll be there for you, ‘cause you’re there for me too - their friends basically rat them out to kyungsoo’s brother

I Hate You a Latte - coffee shop au. they’re constantly bickering and known among their coworkers as sworn enemies but they’re also sleeping tgt and in denial of their feelings :))

A loveseat was made for two, baby - Kyungsoo has a crush on his new housemate, Jongin, but does not know how to deal with his unrequited love and growing unhealthy obsession.

It’s Okay - shy cutie jongin is head over heels for popular upper student kyungsoo who also likes him but wants to hide that they’re together

so i closed the curtains. - trainee kaisoo / secret relationship. it is a drabble about their excitement seeing each other and being in love.

secret relationship because they’re famous/popular:

We Could Have Lived - Kyungsoo and Jongin grew up together, but when Jongin becomes famous, their relationship suffers.

lights on, minds off (fall into me) - actor au where both are in a secret rls but also have some problems so they break up at first

you’re my fifth season - both are famous but have to date in secret and then jongin appears in the news that he’s in rls with an actress

Afloat - slice of life and non au, kind of, they are in the group but also dating and they decide to keep their relationship in secret. smut and chaptered!

Your number 1 fan - a secret relationship between idol kai and his assistant kyungsoo, also slight angst :)))

Terms and Conditions - non au with secret relationship. (insp. by jongin’s dating news) shower smut, frotting, handjob, their relationship is gentle and loving, also pet names uwu

Come Home (To My Heart) - celebrity au. actor kyungsoo is in a secret relationship with model jongin, not just sleeping together. they have to be careful but wish they dint have to hide it. then kyungsoo enlists. inspired by our soldier!soo TT

where the lights are taking us - kyungsoo is a well-known celelbrity but jongin stays hidden and they also hid their relationship

the truth you tell casual strangers and people you meet + the truth you tell your friends and family - non au based on some of their activities

Baby, Don't Cry - literally a gem. around 22k, cliche kinda; jongin is a playboy and kyungsoo a nerdy orphan and they have secret relationship

love in slow motion - also non au. they’re couple also f-cking a lot jjgfj but keep in secret from everyone. smut

Also latest secret relationship fics are here :)

Happy reading! - KFR Admins

[cheryl-in-a-barrel]

two’s company, three’s a crowd - choni one shot

AO3 Link 

A/N - Just a short little one shot continuing from the end of episode 4x03 when Toni finds Cheryl with Jason's body. Explores a lot of the thoughts they would have had running through their heads in that moment and the conversation they might have had. Nothing too exciting happens, but I thought it'd be interesting to see how the rest of that scene could have possibly played out. Hope you enjoy it!

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“Toni!” Cheryl exclaims through her watery smile, looking up at her girlfriend from her place on the floor with a contrasting mix of tears streaming down her face and a bright grin pulling at her lips.

“You haven’t met Jason yet, have you?” She rhetorically asks, eyes growing impossibly wider when she does.

The last few months her biggest fear has been Toni finding her brother’s body. She would do anything and concoct any lie in order to keep Toni away from the basement chapel. Though, in this moment, she doesn’t really mind. Seeing that rat squirm amongst her brother’s skin, it snapped something inside of her.

It was a reminder. A reminder of Jason’s irreversible condition. Alive people didn’t have rats crawling through their flesh, no, that trait was specifically reserved for the dead, and that fact hit Cheryl hard as she smashed the invasive rat to death at her brother’s feet.

To protect herself, she sunk her delusions further into the depths of her mind. She could feel herself slipping away from reality a little bit more, and in actuality, she isn’t that mad about Toni finding Jason in this moment because, in this moment, she believes Jason is truly here.

It is the most she’s believed since bringing Jason home, and although it is most likely nothing more than a temporary lapse of judgment sprung on by a rude wake up call in an attempt of a defense mechanism, it’s concerning. Even Cheryl knows that, deep down in her deteriorating psyche, she knows, on some level, that this is too far.

“Cheryl,” Toni croaks out, the simple name sounding so broken as it leaves her lips. Her own tears are pooling at her eyes as she stares at the horror scene in front of her.

Toni can do nothing but stand there, frozen in place, as her mind fights off about a thousand different instincts, leaving her helpless to do anything at all.

There’s a part of her, a big part, that wants to run. Run away from what she’s seeing right now and never look back. She could run and only hope that the image of her girlfriend leaning over a corpse with so much love and care in her eyes is one that eventually drifts from her memory. A distant thought that one day is nothing more than a blurry picture she can’t totally recall.

But she isn’t the one here who is trying to kid themselves.

Toni knows that the sight before her will be burned into her brain for the rest of time.

There’s another part of her with the urge to first run forward, where Cheryl sits. She wants to take Cheryl with her and then run far away from this haunted mansion never to return. She still loves her, dammit. Even in this very moment, staring at the broken girl, she loves her more than she’s ever loved anything or anyone. There’s a part of her that thinks maybe if they left, if they did nothing else but put Riverdale behind them, than maybe they would heal all on their own. This part of her remembers so vividly that first summer after they got together, driving motorcycles across the country, laughing and dancing and stargazing and fucking for the first time. They were so happy. They were falling in love, and none of the dramatics of Riverdale mattered, they hardly even thought of their hometown whilst they were gone. That summer, the only two things that existed were themselves, and Toni imagines, only briefly, if they could recreate that feeling by simply packing their things and leaving once again.

But they would never be allowed the luxury of trying such a thing. They couldn’t leave Riverdale behind no matter how hard they tried. They had to get their diplomas, they had twin babies to look after now, the only lives they’ve ever known are right here in this town.

And besides, would it even really change anything?

Riverdale may be a cursed town that brings nothing but pain to the people who live here, but too much of that pain has already been inflicted. It lives inside of them now, and even if they left, it would follow. In this moment, Toni isn’t quite sure what the answer to healing is, but she’s smart enough to know leaving isn’t it.

So that leaves only one option left. To stay. Even though Toni’s rational mind urges her to flee, she listens to her heart, which begs her to stay.

They’ve been through hell and back, Cheryl and Toni, surely they could get through this too. Right?

“Cheryl,” Toni repeats, feeling the first tear roll down her cheek as her shaky voice continues, “What are you doing?”

Cheryl looks back up at her, her makeup beginning to smudge from how much she’s crying and how bad her lips are wobbling.

Her tears are all but plummeting down her cheeks, it appearing as if there is no end to her inner downpour, and yet, Toni doesn’t hear a single sound. No wails or whines, no choked sobs or uneven breaths, not even a sniffle. Cheryl is only smiling. If Toni had her eyes closed, she wouldn’t have the slightest clue that Cheryl was crying, or that anything was even wrong at all.

“I have to fix him,” Cheryl responds, looking at her girlfriend with an almost pleading look in her eyes. Though, Toni isn’t quite sure what she’s pleading for. Even so, she takes it as a positive sign, because perhaps Cheryl’s pleading eyes indicate that she is aware of what the sight in front of Toni must look like. She’s aware of how not normal this all is.

And Toni thinks that maybe Cheryl’s words run a little deeper than surface level. That what she truly has to fix is herself, but she has no idea where to even start.

Toni swallows slowly and takes her first step forward. She’s chosen her direction, and she’s chosen to walk toward the girl she loves as opposed to far, far away from her. They need help, both of them need more help than imaginable, but Toni decides they’ll get help together. As they’ve always meant to be.

Every step she takes is harder than the last but she doesn’t stop until she’s about a foot away from Jason’s body. She refuses to get any closer than this, already beginning to feel bile rise in her throat from being as close as she is.

Toni slowly sinks to her knees, ensuring to keep her eyes off of Jason as much as she can, and especially being careful not to look at his face. She caught one glimpse of his face as she was coming down the basement hallway, and she’s decided that glimpse was enough for one lifetime.

Cheryl is putting all her concentration into the task in front of her, being abundantly cautious and gentle as she brings a sewing needle down to her brother’s chest.

Toni reaches out with a shaky hand and lays it over top of Cheryl’s, effectively stopping the girl’s movements. She puts her eyes nowhere else but her girlfriend’s face, now giving the other girl a pleading look of her own as she silently begs Cheryl for something. An explanation, a reassurance, a confession. She doesn’t even care, she just needs something other than the silence.

Cheryl’s eyes stay fixated on their joined hands for a long time, before finally, she raises them to meet Toni’s.

“TT, I can’t fix him unless you let go,” She states, still desperately clinging to her facade of normality. Hoping, wishing, begging that Toni will simply play along. That she won’t make her choose, that she won’t make her stop. Cheryl wouldn’t be able to take it, not now. It would break her for good, Cheryl knows.

She doesn’t want to choose Jason over Toni, because she knows, deep down she knows, it isn’t actually the choice she wants to make. But it’s safer. Jason can’t leave her, not again. He can’t decide Polly Cooper makes him happier than his sister for a second time, he can’t want to escape this town and consequently Cheryl all over again, he can’t get himself killed when he’s already dead. But Toni can. Toni can do all that and then some and the thought absolutely terrifies Cheryl.

“Cheryl,” Toni begins slowly, truly not even knowing what to say. Talking to Cheryl is never difficult, all she has to do is speak her mind and the words all but flow out of her. But this time, nothing is coming to mind. It’s blank, and the last thing she wants to do is say the wrong thing, so it takes her a long time to get the words out.

“Look at what you’re doing, baby. Do you really think this is what Jason would have wanted?” She tries to get through to the girl, voice calm and eyes soft, doing everything in her power to keep her cool and prevent this conversation from turning nuclear. Toni needed to get through to Cheryl, not push her away.

Cheryl tilts her head to one side. She looks conflicted as she digests Toni’s words, eyes falling from her girlfriend and instead finding Jason’s defaced chest once again.

And the sight is all it takes for her to sink.

“Yes!” She responds desperately, “I brought JJ home so he doesn’t have to be alone anymore, everything is the way it’s supposed to be again,” Cheryl explains through her tears, and there is no mistaking the thick sincerity in her voice. She believes her words, every last one of them. Not because they are logical or reasonable but because she needs them to be true. In Cheryl’s traumatized mind, this is how she puts the pieces back together.

Toni can feel the fear building in her chest as she comes to terms with how deep Cheryl is in her own delusions. She has helped Cheryl navigate through a lot of dark times but she has no idea where the hell to even start this time. She’s not equipped for something like this.

But she has to be, Toni thinks.

Because she’s all Cheryl has, she’s the only one who can get through to her.

And the thought crosses her mind, for all of three seconds, that she could simply call Betty asking for the contact information of that facility they sent Polly to. That she could go behind Cheryl’s back, for the girl’s own good, that she could get her professional help.

But ultimately, she can’t do it. She dismisses the thought as quickly as it entered her mind.

Toni’s too loyal for her own good. Too soft. At least when it comes to Cheryl. She could never do that to her.

And fuck, after what her mother did, sending her to the sisters without any warning, simply locking her up against her will. Toni will never do that to her. Never.

And maybe it’s wrong, but she doesn’t care.

They will find another way.

Toni slowly releases Cheryl’s hand, shakily brining her own hand to rest in her lap.

With a grateful smile, Cheryl gets to work on fixing Jason.

“I knew you’d understand,” Cheryl sighs in relief, her whole body feeling lighter now that this giant secret is off her chest.

Toni winces slightly at the words.

“We still need to talk about this, babe,” Toni speaks as firmly as she can muster.

She tries to find the right words, stuttering through her sentences, “You can’t keep—we need to—there are going to be ground rules,” she finally settles on.

Cheryl looks up through her lashes, rapidly nodding her head in agreement.

“Whatever you want, TT,” She promises, “As long Jason can stay, right?” She hesitantly checks.

Toni sighs, rubbing her temples as she feels a headache start to build.

“...For now,” She agrees slowly, “But Cheryl, I need you to promise me that you will put Jason back in the ground where he belongs and soon.”

She notices the apprehension in Cheryl’s eyes immediately. The redhead isn’t very happy with that term and it shows, but she’s smart enough to know that trying to fight Toni on the matter won’t do her any good.

“Ok, TT. I promise,” Cheryl nods, her sad, pouty eyes meeting Toni’s.

“Good,” Toni breathes, naively hoping that it will really be that simple. That a few days will go by, maybe even a week, and then Cheryl will return Jason to his grave and that will be it. This horrifying and heartbreaking chapter of their lives will be over. They can get back to normal. Everything will be alright.

Toni hopes so anyway.

But hope, it’s a fickle thing. Toni would soon learn that, after witnessing “a few days” turn to weeks, and watching her girlfriend slowly deteriorate in front of her while the time passed.  

[schweeeppess]

"Jason!"

"Stay away from me!"

"Your scent is fading!"

"My scent is fine! You're just being overbearing!"

"Jason stop running!"

"I'll stop running when you stop chasing!"

Tim stuck some eggs in his mouth, ignoring the elephants stampeding behind him, and Damian was sitting across from him, failing at concealing the tired irritation in his scent.

Jason stopped at an end of the island, both hands on the top of it, and Dick was directly across from him in the same position.

Tim moved his food at the same time Damian did and Dick lunged over the table mere seconds after their meals were safe.

Jason yelped as he was tackled, surprise striking through his scent like lighting, and Tim replaced his plates, Damian mimicking him as he took a sip of his juice.

Bruce walked in and stepped over Jason and Dick, who were now wrestling on the ground.

“Good morning, boys,” he greeted gruffly.

“Hey B,” Tim replied before scooping more eggs into his mouth.

Damian nodded, the irritation in his scent dissipating to something calmer and closer to his natural scent of mild spices. “Father.”

“Bruce,” Jason complained from the floor. “Tell Dick my pack-scent is fine.”

Tim leaned over to glance at what was happening, and he snickered when he saw Jason sitting up with Dick hugging him close and poking at Jason’s scent glands with his nose, returning to his breakfast as he shook his head.

“It’s not!” Dick protested, lightly swiping his wrist on Jason’s--right above the scent gland there. “Bruuuce,” Dick whined, scent shifting to express his displeasure at Jason’s apparent lack of a pack-scent. “It’s next to nonexistent!”

“Get off!”

Dick rubbed his cheek on Jason’s, and Jason looked ready to murder someone.

“Jason,” Bruce sighed, starting the coffee machine. “Just let Dick refresh the scent.”

“Bruce,” Jason complained.

“Jason,” Bruce responded monotonous.

Jason groaned, succumbing to the re-scenting.

Dick’s scent flicked from displeased to overjoyed and he hummed as Jason returned the gestures, quickly rubbing his cheek and wrist on Dick’s, sagging into the hug Dick had him in and moving his nose to the crook of Dick’s neck as Dick did the same.

Tim shrugged and continued eating.

“Have you ever thought about who you’re going to take as your partner Mr. Grayson-Wayne?”

“What’s home been like ever since Jason Todd was legally resurrected?”

“Are the rumors about your bisexuality true Mr. Grayson?”

Dick gritted his teeth, shoving past all the reporters and paparazzi, absolutely certain they were all aware of the blatant irritation in his scent and were choosing to ignore it.

For God’s sake--he was just trying to pick Damian up. That was it.

“Hey, do you guys mind backing the fuck up and giving my brother room to breathe?” 

Dick sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose at the voice, a headache already forming.

A sudden hush fell over the vultures and they turned to face the person who’d spoken.

It was Jason, and his scent was absolutely pissed.

“Do you mind respecting boundaries, assholes?” Jason hissed, growling a little at a reporter who was a bit too close to him. “This is a school where pack come to pick up their younger pack. If you can’t respect that, I’m sure our dad has some damn good lawyers.”

There was a pause before the horde of reporters started dissipating with harsh glares Jason’s way and relief washed over Dick like a wave as Jason growled at them, a deep Alpha one. And it would’ve been a good day if he hadn’t heard a muttered, “Yeah, gutter rat, protect your stupid gay gypsy lover.”

Dick bristled and whirled to the reporter, snarling as he grabbed the woman by her shoulder and puller her close.

“Listen here and listen well,” he snapped, done and fed up with all of it. He ignored the fear in her stifling scent the way she’d ignored his irritation. “Call my little brother a gutter rat ever again, and not only will you be dealing with your hospital bill, but you’ll be unemployed faster than I can snap my fingers. Yeah I’m bi, and yes my family supports me, but Jason, Tim, Cass, and Damian are my siblings, you stupid piece of shit, and that is all they will ever be, so get the idea that I would even fathom taking any of them as lovers or mates out of your racist, incestuous head, right the fuck now.”

He let her go in disgust, wiping his hand on his shirt as she turned and speed-walked for her car.

Jason whistled and Dick sighed, facing him. One of his little brother’s eyebrows was raised and his lips were pulled into a smirk.

“Wow, Grayson. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“Shut up, Jay,” Dick groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s been a long day.”

Jason muttered something under his breath about dumb alpha impulses as he pulled Dick into a hug, comforting alpha pheromones leaking into his scent.

Dick went boneless in the embrace, burying his face in Jason’s shoulder, sighing as the pheromones worked in their purpose of relaxing him. He could feel the tension draining from his body.

“Thanks Jason,” he mumbled, starting to pull back.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Jason replied. “I think I see the kid walking over.”

Dick turned and scanned the crowd of kids exiting the school for his youngest brother, smiling when he caught sight of him and waving a little.

“Richard,” Damian greeted as Dick pulled him into a hug.

“Hey, Dami. How was school?”

“Tt. Acceptable.” He looked at Jason. “What is Todd doing here?”

Jason rolled his eyes and started walking with them as they moved for the car.

“I was helping Dick with something. Nice to know you’re glad to see me though,” he drawled. “I feel so loved as your secondary pack alpha.”

Dick didn’t need to look at Damian to know he was rolling his eyes.

[adhdleorio]

everybody hates ging

Gon said “fuck”. This was weird because gon doesn’t normally swear even though he’s 25 now.

“Oh hell ye babe, fuck!!!!! fuck!!” killua, his fiance, said. “Or wait is this a bad fuck”

“it’s a bad fuck!” gon fucked.

Instinctually killua said “mood”

“Big mood,” gon agreed

“Srry go on,” krillua said because he’s a good partner who likes to listen to gon

“My bad fuck was…. Who’ll be walking me down the aisle??????”

Killua wondered why this deserved a bad fuck. “Uh whoever u want”

“But leorio is my dad and kurapika is also my parent and aunt mito is my mom and knuckle is my dad and shoot is my dad and morel is my dad and zepile is my dad and bisky is my mom and what if the rest got sad with whoever i picked  :(  “

“Just have all of ‘em” killua suggested like a woke gamer

“What”

“Just have a flock of parental figures escort you down the aisle. Why not. “

Gon used some brain cells to think. “Yeah actually that sounds amazing killua! Thank you!” He then kissed his fiance.

“No problem, gamer,” said killu

--

Gon looked over his pack of parents. He cried.

“Gon please take the tag off ur suit,” bisky said. Her dress was literally bigger then the door they were about to go through but he figured they’d solve it with nen

“No that way i can retunr it after the wedding”

“Life hackz” leorio ratted.

“I’m so happy all of you agreed to do thsi for me. You’ve all helped me grow so much. I lvoe you al-”

“YO WAZZUP SONNY”

Ging arose from the depths of hell, in basketball shorts because he didn’t read the invitation that said this was a black tie affair, because he didnt even get an invitation to read because he wasnt invited.

Pariston also automatically spawned as gings + 1, except there was no +1. Pariston was gings -1.

Every single member of the brigade of guardians formed a circle to protect gon from the bastard.

“Im here 2 walk u down the aisle. Herd u were getting married. Whose the lucky gal?”

“no mr. sperm donor, also i’m gay i’m marrying killuwu,” gon said determinedly, activating jajaken.

Ging sweat. “Well no that’s fine you know i’m totally comfortable.  i have fucked pariston. So,, ”

“Yeah we are fucking!” pariston confirmed

Leorio punched ging, no nen even having to be used. “You do not love my special boy like i do!”

Then everybody else joined in it was great. Knuckle taught ging about personal responsibility in banking and in parenting. Kurapika preformed an excorcism. Bisky insulted paristons fashion sense and then punched him team rocket style.

“But son,,  why wouldn',,t yyou prove  yourself to em? WHy, a;re y ou being a coward and le;tt;;inng thesse ""friiends"f"igth for yuo?” ging cried

“Ur a dumbass!! Friendship isnt weakness!!” gon said. Everybody else stopped to nod and agree, before contiuing to beat ging up.

Gon walked down the aisle with his murder of REAL parents. They were all beat up and killua cried some gamer tears. Gon truly was the dark souls of people.

[chaoschronicler]

So I really really want to thank @third-half for doing this for me during his raffle stream.

A 40k OC Sister Lucile A.K.A Pack Rat. Part of a Kill Team that I’ve been writing some short stories of. Now before I get blasted by purist for having a Female Astartes OC the stories they are in is that of the web series If The Emperor Had a Text to Speech Device

Yeah, this is not to be taken seriously.

Anyways she’s part of a Chapter that’s a blend of RvB, M*A*S*H, TTS, and some of the real shit U.S Marines do both on and off duty.

Lucile got the name “Pack Rat” because of her kleptomania. Her armor has softpacks, hardpacks, and magnets bolted on her armor just to store things. Her prize steal is the assault cannon she nicked off of an Ultramarine (”He was dead, he didn’t need it!”). When attached to Kill Team Omega she loads up on ammunition for the team. 

Because of her taking things off of the battlefield Lucile is a boon to the splinter faction of Adeptus Mechanicus. All the alien tech she hulls in the Mechs take. For her troubles they would give her and Omega some pretty good equipment or favors.

Needless to say I have a cast of other characters that is just as colorful as her.

[host24space]

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[coolstoriesbyj-blog]

The true Alpha

Many werewolves and their packs knew that their time might come to an end due to the advent of technology and population boom that was happening in Earth. People were moving away from god and that meant that they moved away from the world of supernatural too. It was a good and a bad thing. It was a good thing because people believed in a savior and fairy tail less and it was a bad thing because now humans tried to be god themselves. Their rapid advancement of technology and warring gave an impression that they wanted to be god. Just like Lucifer they wanted to sit on the throne of heaven regardless of how many lives were lost

A simple camera in the phone today which could be a worth 10 dollars would bring the werewolves out faster than drinking a cup of water which was filled with pure silver back in the day, it was because their eyes would shine. To survive the werewolves had to abandon their beliefs and choose “effeminate” ways to survive by using contact lenses to hide this shine of their eyes but even then, technology caught up to them and their contact lenses became useless

   It was said that fear brings people together but with time and rapidly advancing technology it became true for the werewolves too. it brought many warring packs and separate packs to bring them together and they agreed one thing. To have their own weapon of mass destruction, their own blood line limit. To have it they had to do something they had never done before two alphas mating like humans to make the ultimate progeny who would carry their legacy. Many alphas tried but failed or produced stillborn till the strongest female alpha and the oldest alpha who was over 150 years old who was famed to battle Dracula and ripped him in two mated. And a prodigy was born.

A werewolf who was not a born alpha but had all the abilities of an alpha. He was named Maddox, within a week of his birth he started to walk and within three weeks he understood how to speak, when to shit and how to control his bodily functions. During his first anniversary of birth a red super moon was out and the little infant started to change into the beast his clan had hoped for He was indeed the bloodline limit, who was the wolf of god, Lupus Dei.

He was taught how to hunt and to control himself through the test of fire because his hunger was unlike any other and when, his lust for blood was unlike any other, when he changed his human epidermis was visibly ripped off and a wolf would carve himself out of the skin, each time he changed it was like an infant coming out of a woman’s birth canal; blood was everywhere, a true monstrosity of a change he’d go through as his skin was ebony in color yet it had a shine on it, there wasn’t a single set of hair upon it except the elongated hair off his head. https://youtu.be/YNieysjSZW4 His canines were more visible and longer, like a saber tooth lion of the olden times.

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His actions after transformations resembled a crazed wolf yet there was sanity in the actions and the way he hunted.

His eye color unlike any other werewolf had ever had, purple. The omega werewolves had orange eyes, the beta werewolves had yellow eyes and the alphas had red eyes. Werewolves who had killed humans and were turned mad by blood lust had blue eyes. So, it was indeed a unique eye color to have when he was turned. When he came of age, his strength was tested and he would defeat alphas and betas easily purely on his ferocity and having the same personality of his father which was refusal to be defeated by anything.

As he grew up he learned the reality of what being a werewolf is a prime predator who could not eat humans for the blood lust and power which came with it was maddening, a werewolf could not live out in the open world even though he was a prime predator who sat on top of the food chain because walking sheep’s in two-legged meat suits were more in number and had technology on their side the situation was maddening and a young Maddox had to find some answers from himself. He’d kill himself before curiosity killed him, he had to see what the world was like but tt was forbidden to leave his village without permission even though he was bestowed upon such a title, even though he was stronger than most of them and just like rebel humans breaking curfew and planning, he would too.

On the night of the 13th new moon, the so called unholiest night for the werewolves. Everyone was in their huts and forcing themselves to sleep which was his perfect time to venture out. He put on the most modern clothes possible and ran fast. He ran for 40 miles and reached quickly. It seemed that he beat his own personal record. He looked around and found the city billboard which said, " Moscow" so they were in Russia, he concurred. He walked around the city, he could hear the footsteps, the car buzzing, people fighting, guns going off in corners, sound of people fighting, baby screaming, people making love at all the same time.

Humans themselves were in stuck in a rat race to own the best socioeconomic conditions and continue their own legacy in an already flooded seven billion plus small planet. He realized human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. They became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - They creatures that should not exist by natural law. They are simply things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody's nobody. The honorable thing to do with humans was to kill them like Hitler handled Jews, if they were not killed soon the entire life force of the planet would be drained for their foolish self-satisfaction. This was all overwhelming at first but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was taught how to control his senses and within seconds everything was normal and now all he could hear was the sound of heartbeats and his nose taking in all the scents that city had to offer but one scent that struck him the most was a certain scent that smelled like roses which came from a mile ahead. His curiosity peaked and he ran towards it only to find a 6-foot blonde waiting at a line to a place with loud music was coming from. He walked up to her and at that moment all he could hear was her heartbeat. She looked at him from top to bottom and so did he, and like him she was instantly hooked to him like she was hooked on heroin. She left her friends and walked with Maddox. Their hormones mingled like sodium reacts with hydrogen and it was purely exothermic within a moment they were making out and even though he was a virgin he knew what to do, his animal instinct was  guiding him. She barely managed to push him off to say with a labored breath, let's go to a hotel. He could smell the want in her legs and obliged since he knew humans didn't find it nice when they mated openly. She took him to a suit and the moment they entered the suit he pushed her on the bed and jumped on her. Tearing her clothes off. He was not making love to her but rather showing who the alpha is and marking his territory.

The human woman was shocked at first but with time she absolutely loved it the way she responded in the womanliest of ways, letting her man guide the ship of lustful pleasure and aid him in any way possible by holding and moving in sync with him. As he progressed with his mating; her scent, her heartbeat, her heat was turning him, his stomach growled with hunger and his soul wanted much more than just her bodily orgasm and moans for him, he wanted to taste her flesh, he wanted to satiate his thirst from her blood. He wanted her, completely. He could feel his fangs dropping and his eyes turning, he could feel his claws coming out and the only thing now he could focus was her beating jugular in a split second he tore her neck out and consumed every bit of her. Not even giving her the chance to scream or plead, the more flesh and blood he consumed the more powerful he felt, the lore of blood lust was true after all. He looked at the mirror and he was fully turned. Realizing he didn't need the full moon to trigger himself into turning into a full werewolf. A blissful discovery indeed. Most of the werewolves could partially turn without the moon and could only fully turn with the help of the moon, it was their handicap but he was the blood limit of the werewolves, he didn't have any.

A sinister plan hatched in his mind. When he was partially turned, he could defeat alphas and could almost take on his father. He wondered what the result would be when he was fully turned. He broke out of the window and landed from 22 stories like a feather hitting the ground without making a sound. He rushed back to his village. No one knew that he went somewhere but the smell of blood was enough to turn their lights on and break them from their slumber. He smirked inside they were wolves they didn't need lights to see what was going on. They were truly infantilized and now it was time for them to learn what happened to infants when they would meet a REAL wolf. He howled on the top of his voice to announce his presence and to tell that he was fully turned. The first person that came out was the youngest alpha among all. He leaped over him and killed him within seconds, his wife and children ran inside in horror. His purples eyes shining like amethyst under a light, just like a beta takes a power of an alpha the beta's eyes shine and turn. He took his power too even though he was an alpha himself. The sudden rush of power felt amazing and he reached inside the house slaughtering children and the wife taking the power that they never used. He did this under a minute but it was more than enough to alert all the alphas who partially turned and waited for him outside. He took them all without having a scratch. He saved his mother and father for the last. They tried to reason with him as they knew the discontent he had with this way of life but it fell on deaf ears. He killed them, committing matricide and patricide together. The moment he did he felt a surge of power flowing within his body. He howled with his blood covered body, his howl so strong that it made the birds fly off and ground shake with a tremor. He was the bloodline limit but now he had the power of 12 alphas within him. The morning came and he didn't feel bad at all. He was the wolf of god and gods destroyed what they didn't like. He found a pair of clothes and started a new journey. 10 years later, He was in the land of brave and the free. Working as a forensic investigator. He knew if he had to survive he had to mingle with them and wear the clothes of a sheep. Working as a forensic investigator had it's benefits as he could access all the databases to hit on the perfect prey. He didn't hit people that would be missed, he hit criminals and scumbags who slipped the justice system. He could have eaten other animals and vegetables unlike any other to hide even more but he needed the power of blood lust knowing one day his match would come for him and with each human consumed he grew powerful. He would not eat the humans like a savage. He would cook them and then eat them and many times he would even serve it to his human co-workers themselves, the dumb humans would eat them lovingly. In many ways, he was like his favorite character, Hannibal.

But, every reaction had an equal and opposite reaction. His power had grown in an unprecedented tangent. The only ones who had any idea about it were dead and were simply serving as fuel of power to him. Whenever he walked he felt something following him, he would turn around only to see it was his own shadow but the shadow of the beast within him. He would look at his human compatriots and they would ask what’s wrong? Meaning it was his own head.

He would glance at the mirror and see his beastly form but whenever he looked at the mirror with full attention he would see his face. The beast was consuming him or he was was becoming the beast, the blood lust was finally taking over.

To make matters worse, other wolves were picking up on this. Supernatural started to come into the city he worked in, supernatural started to come to his territory.

Many lone omegas came but before they found him, He found them. Instead of simply killing them he consumed them. Taking their powers and becoming stronger then he was before. Packs of werewolves led by an alpha came along too and they met the same fate.

Which only fueled his blood lust like a burning match being thrown in a liquid oxygen tank.

If humans cannibalized too much they would be diseased just like cows biting other cows getting mad cows disease. Prion diseases, a group of uncommon and deadly brain diseases, can be spread by eating the contaminated flesh of humans or other animals. The human brain is more contaminated with prions than other body parts, though bone marrow, the spinal cord and the small intestine also contain these fatal brain-eating malformations. Prion diseases occur when the prion protein misfolds, causing a cascade of misfolding prion proteins that clump in the brain and damage or destroy nerve cells, creating sponge-like holes. Current examples include kuru and Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease in humans, and mad cow disease in animals, both of which cause brain deterioration, loss of motor control and ultimately death. In the early 20th century, a kuru epidemic devastated the Fore, a tribe of cannibals in the eastern highlands of Papua New Guinea. The kuru epidemic was linked to a Fore ritual of feasting on the brains of the dead.

Just like humans having side effects he started to have them too. Whenever he worked around humans he would hear voices in his head telling him to kill everyone and everything around him. His hand would shake and his human epidermis would fall on its own as his body felt compelled to change.

The Bloodline limit of werewolves had started to fall apart in his lust for strength and trying to control his external environment.

But, unlike humans, cows, and werewolves. He wasn’t scared. He simply saw this as a challenge to win. His confidence in himself told him that he would win in the end. Was it his growing insanity saying that or was it his sanity trying to keep himself sane ?

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Retire wealthy: 3 top-performing dividend funds that are smashing the FTSE 100

If you’re looking to generate wealth from the stock market it can often pay to be a bit less mainstream with your investments. We’re often told that a sensible approach is to just stick money into a FTSE 100 tracker fund, yet I believe having a proportion of your capital allocated to actively-managed mutual funds is also a good strategy. After all, for the five years to the end of July, the FTSE 100 index only generated a total return (capital appreciation plus dividends) of 41.5%, which isn’t a super-high return.

Today, I’m profiling three under-the-radar equity income funds that have generated excellent returns for investors over the last five years and smashed the returns from the FTSE 100 index. Could these funds help you achieve your financial goals sooner?

Chelverton UK Equity Income

Chelverton is a boutique asset manager that has a particular focus on investing in smaller companies outside the FTSE 100. Its UK Equity Income fund is the top performer in the UK Equity Income sector on Hargreaves Lansdown’s platform, returning an impressive 76.4% for the five years to the end of July. That’s 84% higher than the return from the Footsie. The historic yield on the fund is 4.41% and fees are 0.81% per year through Hargreaves Lansdown.

This fund is certainly unique. Looking at the portfolio, there’s definitely a strong focus on small- and mid-cap dividend-paying companies, with the top five holdings including Games Workshop Group, Babcock International, Ultra Electronics, Tate & Lyle and TT Electronics. While this smaller company focus is clearly working for the portfolios at present, this fund is probably more suited to investors with a higher risk tolerance, given that smaller companies can be more volatile than larger ones.

Franklin UK Equity Income

Franklin Templeton is perhaps not so well known among UK investors. But don’t let that put you off – the American company has been managing investors’ money for over 70 years. Today, it manages over $750bn  of client funds, making it a key player in the asset management industry. And its UK Equity Income fund has performed very well over the last five years, returning 57.8% to the end of July, 39% higher than the FTSE 100’s return in that period.

This fund is more of an orthodox equity income fund and the portfolio contains plenty of familiar names. At 31 July, the top five holdings were Royal Dutch Shell, BP, British American Tobacco, Unilever and AstraZeneca. The historic yield on the fund is 3.95% and fees through Hargreaves Lansdown are a low 0.52% per year.

Royal London UK Equity Income

Royal London is the largest mutual life, pensions and investment company in the UK, with funds under management of around £120bn. And its UK Equity Income fund is another that has easily beaten the performance of the FTSE 100 over the last five years, with a total return of 60.4%.

Like the Franklin fund, Royal London’s is quite a traditional equity income fund with large weightings to popular dividend stocks such as Royal Dutch Shell, AstraZeneca, HSBC, BP and GlaxoSmithKline, so it could be a good choice for those who prefer to invest in large-cap companies. Currently, the top three sectors are financials, industrials and consumer services. The historic yield is 3.79% and the ongoing fees through Hargreaves Lansdown are 0.67% per year.

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Edward Sheldon owns shares in Royal Dutch Shell, GlaxoSmithKline and Unilever. The Motley Fool UK owns shares of and has recommended GlaxoSmithKline and Unilever. The Motley Fool UK has recommended AstraZeneca and HSBC Holdings. Views expressed on the companies mentioned in this article are those of the writer and therefore may differ from the official recommendations we make in our subscription services such as Share Advisor, Hidden Winners and Pro. Here at The Motley Fool we believe that considering a diverse range of insights makes us better investors.

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realizing i never posted my cogs!! i have a couple others these are just my special blorbos. these are the first things i did of the both of them a bit back so the writing on pack rats image is a little outdated - i've written way more for her since. also, ignore Alarmist's suit, it isn't supposed to look like that, the image looks like that for. too many reasons. (their actual names are patricia mcdent & alann c. loque)

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boss idea stuff slash oc stuff that i dont feel like explaining + prr i fought her today for the first time. incredibly funny boss.

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friend made a joke abt dressing up our toons like we're robbers