#whatever their ship name is haha

[halfahelix]

Merry Christmas @luckychatons, I'm your Anarchist Gang Secret Santa!! Here's a little what-if animation inspired by Re-creation where Mirakung Fu Luka witnesses Bug Noire in action!

[kakyogay]

seven suns and their kids

and sunstone ig

[vroombeams]

sweet talk

logan/oscar, logan/oscar/alex | e | ~4.7k words

"Right, sorry. Back to the silent prison of the cuck chair." "Well, it's not really cucking, is it. Since you're not in the relationship." "A cuck chair is a state of mind, Oscar." "Dude."

>read on ao3

[wyrdle]

Scribbly idea for Clavell and Tyme, based on @nitefise-art ‘s Zero Comic (Which you should really read and absorb/imprint into your heart and soul) and some discussions about the aftermath of said comic’s events. He tripped or something from getting away from some Ace Tournament hubbub, his pokemon + Tyme concerned and providing comfort.

[hellboundhimbo]

some josuyasukois I made like. a fucking year ago. i still like em tbh

[fumifooms]

Lycion x Laios

Third entry of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series. I WILL make fanart of these two

Lycion values the same kind of bluntness that Laios needs (and values as well), they’re quite compatible both on a communicational level and personality wise. Lycion is sorta dopey and passive, though gentle and kinda friendly. Laios would EAT THAT UP as a companion and I feel like they’d stick to each other a lot. His uwu airheady attitude out of battle would really fit Laios imo, AND his perceptiveness when it comes to others + motives would really complement him well. Lycion is also very mature and grounded? Like, he’s pretty realistic and everything, I can really see him indulging Laios in his interests and sometimes idealistic attitude and them having fun over it, but ultimately Lycion would be a positively logical influence as well. He’s the diplomatic mind that Kabru is but without the mind games. I can simply see them liking each other. 

Lycion seems to like monsters as well so I think he’d be interested in parts of his infodump. He’s a WOLF MAN I don’t think Laios needs more convincing tbh. “Mr werewolf pls bite me so I can become like u n be part of ur pack…”

Ok so I actually made an in depth analysis of that last point and how it’s more complicated than that, BUT I do think that as a beastkin and stuff it’d be easier for Laios to reconcile his trauma about humans with liking Lycion. They’d just be so considerate and chilling hanging out having fun together…

Wait shit guys is Lycion lowkey what Laios wishes he could be- Everything he isn’t that ties in with his central trauma and goal- a beastkin who has social skills- WAIT IS THEIR POTENTIAL DYNAMIC DEEPER THAN I THOUGHT WAIT-

Ultimate dogboy wannabe x disillusioned wolf man (though he also totally thinks turning into a monster rocks), that is all

^ Oh the woe of not having people who understand you… Also Laios saved him in canon so that gives them some reason to seek each other out at first maybe. + Laios healing him & having a convo explaining him a complex topic in a way he understands~ They communicate well together, Lycion reads him well even

[aquariumgirls]

kendratello brainrot. they are soooooo lesbians. i like 2 think in the future they have two horrible little supergenius kids and constantly encourage them to take over the world. (the only reason they havent is bc auntie raphie is the sole voice of reason. everyone else is an enabler)

said kids were grown in a lab. like legitimately just. dna splicing tube babies. donnie and kendra turn 29/30 respectively and are like wanna do a cool science experiment and end up w the most Horrible Twins Ever who are nearly smarter than the both of them combined

[solradguy]

Drew Sol twice today... It's like Soltober came a little early this year...

[angeltism]

OG MY GOD OH.MY GOD OH MT GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH.MY GOD OH MY GOD OY MY GOD DJSJRBAJAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[rulamantic]

●•The Fox and the Hound•●

[narutomaki]

get me OUT OF HERE

[existingonthisplane]

A glimpse into some of the stuff I’ve been writing for our weekly miwip wednesday!!!

This is another fake dating au that I’m writing dkshsg. It’s essentially Karen gets invited to a function where it’s p common for the attendees to show off/brag about their children. She convinces Nancy’s and Mike to go and they bring their own dates.

In this scene specifically, Karen is speaking/introducing byler to someone she’s been talking a lot with. Probably someone of high status that she really wants to impress.

This is the Byler dnd au! I’ve taken to calling it Like Sun and Moon. This takes place in chapter 1 and is El’s first encounter with the Wheelers.

And finally a look “I don’t think I’m faking anymore” chapter 3

[bloodsoakeddoodles]

The differences are what makes the other so intriguing!

[dancerofhyrule]

Here would you guys like my self-ship content? You get self-ship content

And it’s of me and Astorrrrrr. We cuddle uwu

Also you know what?

@astorweek here lmao

I was gonna color this but it’s doubtful that I will anytime soon. Plus I just really wanna submit something. Maybe in the future I’ll color it ^^

[ellewritesalright]

The Lost Princess - Part 1

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

Synopsis: The old Queen Mother of Kerch's former royal family is offering a hefty reward to whoever returns her rumored-to-be-alive granddaughter to her. Kaz being Kaz hears about the reward and hatches an elaborate plot involving a fake princess. Reader is a lowly amnesiac orphan and escaped indenture who flees to Ketterdam where she gets tangled in Kaz Brekker's plot.

A/N: Hello friends!! Here is part one of a series I started writing a few years back but never published. It's inspired by the movie and musical Anastasia. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope it makes enough sense haha

Warnings: sickness, mentions of death, mentions of drowning, mentions of violence. pls let me know if I've missed anything

Word Count: 2056

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It was happening again.

You sat upright in the bed of your cheap lodgings, swinging your legs to the side and touching the floor. The threadbare rug was itchy against your toes as you took deep breaths, a desperate attempt at grounding yourself. Still, the dizziness did not subside. It came along every so often, never without the cryptic nightmares. There was always vertigo and memories of plunging into dark waters.

At least, you thought they must be memories. There was a significant gap in your mind from birth to the age of about ten, and the first thing you could remember was waking up on a fishing boat on the True Sea. The fishers handed you over to their boss, a wealthy merchant named Devisser, once you made port, and you were made to work for him in a fifteen-year indenture. You had worked as a scullery maid in that man's second home on the southern shores, but you managed to escape your indenture five years early, running off to Ketterdam.

Nowadays you were free to do whatever you pleased--if it was within budget, of course. You had precious little in your life, and you couldn't squander your money in the gambling dens of the city. 

You had to be smart if you were to make it to Os Kervo. Another maid at the house had said that there was a better chance of smuggling yourself to Novyi Zem than to find a safe passage to Ravka, but you didn't let her sway you. You had to get to Os Kervo. It was difficult to explain, but you felt instinctively that someone was waiting there for you. In your dreams, the better and brighter ones where you could feel the warmth of arms around you, there was a voice that whispered, "I'll meet you there, my little tiger. We'll be together in Os Kervo."

The only trouble was how you could get there. You had no travel papers or identification, and it was difficult to obtain any--even fake ones--with such little money. It was a difficult position you were in. 

So you went about your life, picking up odd jobs using fake names. Your name is already fake as it was. The surname, Vos, was given to you by one of the more kind fishers who pulled you from the water. He gathered a mound of blankets around you and sat with his arm around you, trying desperately to keep you warm. Sometimes you wondered about him, wondered whether he was still fishing for Devisser. Perhaps if the captain of that ship had not seen fit to hand you over to their boss the kind fisher would have taken you in. Life might have been better if you had been offered a chance at a family instead of an apron and a crushing daily workload. 

Your feet carried you to the wardrobe in this shabby lodging room. You had to sweep a spider off your jacket before you slipped it on. The morning air was a nice reprieve against your warm face as you walked down the streets. Shops were opening, food vendors were starting the fire in their ovens; Ketterdam was waking up.

You meant to walk further than the Barrel, but you stopped as you saw the window of some sort of pawn shop. There was a dress in the window. It was the emerald green of a kind of fabric you had never owned but knew instinctively would be smooth to the touch, like a flat stone one might skip on the ocean. There was something so familiar about the short ruffles of the over-the-shoulder sleeves; perhaps you had seen a guest at the big house wearing something similar when you used to spy from the door to the servant's quarters. 

There was no way you would be able to purchase such a beautiful gown, you barely had enough money to get by as it was, but you were drawn into the shop because of it. You had to spend some more time around it and the other beautiful items in the shop. You hadn't been around such lavish things since… well, never.

The bell above the shop door jangled, alerting a woman at the counter to your appearance. She smiled, but the sight struck you in the chest. As an amnesiac orphan, you learned early on that people saw you as weak, helpless, and naive. For your youth and lack of guidance, you were perceived as easy pickings, and people tried their tricks on you more often than you could count, especially here in Ketterdam. You'd learned to tell what was genuine and what was fake when you interacted with others, and the woman's smile was the first real smile you'd seen in a long time. 

"A beautiful dress for a beautiful young lady," the woman said.

You shook your head with a pleasant enough smile. "I was just looking. I could never afford such a thing."

"And yet here you are in my shop." She followed your eyes to a case of assorted valuables. When she saw the dull music box you stared at she hummed. "Would you like to know a secret?" You turned to her "That music box is from the old palace. It belonged to the missing princess herself, I swear on Ghezen and the saints."

You pondered the validity of her words, keeping a level expression so as not to upset her with your doubt. Everything you heard about the dead royal family seemed like it happened a lifetime ago, and no amount of rumours about one of their daughters being alive somewhere would make it any less a ghost story. 

Still, you smiled politely. Despite her pleasant expression, she was only trying to sell you something, something you would not need even if you could have it. It wasn't even the most eye-catching thing in the display, just a decrepit old music box of tarnished silver. The music probably didn't even play anymore.

"It's lovely," you lied, "though I don't believe I could afford it."

"I could give you a special deal. I like to think there's something in my shop for everyone. The music box deserves to go home with you."

"That's generous, but--truly--I cannot make a purchase."

She tilted her head at you. "What is it you want, my dear? You've come into my shop, looked around, and you have the nerve to refuse my generosity--what is holding you back?"

"I've already told you," you said, "I couldn't afford it."

"And if I gave something for free?"

You brushed her off. "That's a terrible business model."

"Perhaps. But I like you, little runaway that you are. You're a long way from home--you deserve something nice."

You felt your pulse quicken. She shouldn't have known that. You weren't on the list of runaway indentures, so the stadwatch wouldn’t be looking for you. You breathed in before you could turn to her, balancing your composure with great care. Emotions were not useful in situations like this. "What brought you to that conclusion?"

"You keep your head down, which is normal in the Barrel, but you're not doing it out of habit, you're doing it out of fear. You must be hiding from something--from someone."

She was apt, you'd give her that. The trouble was figuring out the degree to which you could trust her. She could sell you back to Devisser in a second if she wanted to, but she could also be willing to help you. After all, she did say she liked you. You looked her in the eyes and then spoke.

"I'm trying to get to Ravka. The thing is, I don't have the money for travel papers, be they legal or illegal. I can't afford even that, and I could never afford anything in your shop." You straightened out, about to leave. "I'm sorry to have wasted your time--"

"Brekker can help you."

You stopped in your tracks. 

“He can get you to Ravka, no travel papers necessary.”

You faced her again, questioning, “Where can I find this Brekker?”

“He owns a club down the road from here. The sign has one of those annoying blackbirds on it.”

“A raven?”

“No, a pesky crow.” She fiddled with a set of keys around her neck. “Anyways, he can help you on your way. I assure you.”

“How much will this information cost me?”

“Nothing, my dear. I hope you make it to Ravka.”

You thanked her, ducking your head as you left the shop. You kept a wary eye about you as you wove through the streets, finding your way back to your lodgings. There was little trust in such a wicked city as Ketterdam, specifically here in the barrel, and you were constantly looking out for any sign of danger. The shopkeeper wasn’t dangerous, not from what you could tell, but you had to keep your wits. One false move and you could be sent back to Devisser. 

You couldn’t let that happen.

..........

Kaz stepped out from the back of the shop after the bell above the door rang out once more, signifying your departure. He was lucky to have been behind a particularly packed shelf furthest from the door, else you would have seen him and wouldn’t have explained your plan to Eugenia, the shopkeeper. Eugenia, for her part, did well to nudge you in the direction of the Crow Club. Undoubtedly she would want some credit for that, he knew. And, just as he thought, she brought it up as soon as he reappeared. 

"I've found your missing princess for you, Kaz," Eugenia smirked. "And how valuable she'll be for you."

"You didn't do anything for me, Eugenia. She'll be just as impossible as the others," he retorted.

He'd been auditioning young women to play the part of the missing princess for months now. Ever since he'd heard of a hefty reward posed by the old duchess and grandmother to the princess, he'd devised a plan, learning everything he could about the toppled royal family.

"I think she's the one. Do you know why?"

He kept his stare neutral, but the disapproval remained on his lips in permanence. Eugenia liked to speak as though she knew best, leading tourists and tramps into traps as she sold them tin under the guise that it was rare silver. Even wisdom offered by her would be false.

She continued. "She'll play the part--and she'll be damn good at it--because she's desperate. Desperation makes us do what we otherwise would not."

He tilted a brow at her. "What do you want?"

"Waive six months of my rent," she said. There was no way she thought that he would accept this deal. He didn't even have confirmation that you would find him or that you would be willing to go through with his masquerade. Eugenia was a fool.

"If she is a good fit for the princess, I will waive one month of your rent," he bargained.

"Hold on, she is going to make you a million Kruge--I deserve more than a month for that."

Kaz frowned at her, leaning into his cane. Who was she to make demands? "Firstly, there's no guarantee that she can do the job. Secondly, even if she is a good fit, I don't owe you anything. You decided to send her to me before you thought to broker a deal; I don't owe you a thing." 

She thumbed at her ring of keys. Eugenia was upset with herself and with him, he could tell. 

"If she can play the part," Kaz said, straightening out, "I am willing to waive three months of your rent on the condition that you supply me with whatever I might need from this shop free of cost."

"Whatever you need for the job, right? I can't just give you anything you want from now on."

He nodded. "Just for the job. Do we have a deal?"

"Deal."

Kaz left the shop without the rent that he'd initially come to collect, but with something much more valuable if he played his cards right. He'd only caught a glimpse of you, but he was inclined to believe what Eugenia said. Desperation makes us do what we otherwise would not, and you had sounded plenty desperate.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Feel free to like, reblog, and comment if you want to read more, I really appreciate the feedback! If you want to be tagged in the other parts of this series please comment on this part or send me an ask. And if you want to request a fic, please feel free to send in an ask. Otherwise, I hope you have a great day/night :)

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[diorsluv]

feather , part 17

“ like whatever, you’re a waste of time ”

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jackhughes

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next chapter notes ) how are we doing yall.. ik ik it’s chaotic and shit BUT YOU’LL GET WHAT YOU CAME HERE FOR SOONNN and yall kept complaining abt bookmark but yall should really b complaining abt misssera whats her name HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONEEE (i originally didn’t plan to post this on jan 1 but it is what it is 🫣), sorry for starting the new year off with even more drama lmfaooo

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