#with my not-so-cracked-anymore ot3

[bihansthot]

Hey there!! ☺

I hope everything's been going okay, I'm not as active on here anymore as I used to, but I'm glad to see you back😊 I was wondering if i could write you something for Bi-Han and/or Reptile since my inbox ate your ask all that time ago😵

Title: Boo to You, Happy Howl-o-Ween part 2!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Werewolf!Bi-Han x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x AFAB!Reader, Syzoth x Werewolf!Bi-Han, OT3 Werewolf!Bi-Han x Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: werewolf!Bi-Han, implied A/B/O dynamics, knotting, hemipenes, DP, mxm, threesome, c*m inflation, ruts, mating season, breeding

Word count: 4,250

Summary: You wake up to find Bi-Han with an insatiable urge to mate, ok you got this, you know how to handle it but what you didn’t count on is Syzoth feeling the same way. How are you supposed to handle both of them at the same time when they’re like this? Don’t worry, you’ll find a way 😉

Author’s Note: So, Bi-Han bottoming is about the closest to him getting dominated that I will write, I’m sorry but there is no “sub” in Sub-Zero for me, so hopefully this scratches that itch 😅 I LOVE how this one came out and hopefully you loves will too. As always please like, comment and reblog if you do! 🩵💚🩷

Also if you missed the first part you can read it here!

You shift and roll around in bed and it feels hot and sticky and wrong, you wonder if Syzoth had pushed the space heater too close to the bed in the middle of the night again. “Hnng what’s going on, why’s it so hot,” you lament reaching a hand out to look for either of your lovers only to be greeted with a hot, fluffy tail. “Oh,” you mumble slightly “oh!” You repeat as it dawns on you why the bed was so hot, it wasn’t Syzoth’s fault, it was Bi-Han's. His exposed flesh was hot and almost clammy as he slept peacefully beside the two of you. You had been through this before but Syzoth hadn’t and you were unsure how the Saurian was going to react to finding out not only were werewolves real but he was dating one.

Gently you roll the cryomancer over and tug down his pants, trying to be careful not to wake him up, slowly you lower your head over his hot, dripping cock. Bi-Han was already worked up from his rut even without knowing, and he let out a soft whimper in his sleep, the sound of its music to your ears. You shift so you're straddling his legs giving yourself a better angle to suck his cock, it's musky, heady, and mouth-watering as you test the heavy weight of it against your tongue. The taste of the cryomancer was something you could never get enough of and he almost tasted sweeter when he was in a rut, syrupy, enticing, intoxicating, irresistible and you moan softly as you lap up the sticky fluid leaking from his tip. You feel stirring and quickly flick your eyes up to see if Bi-Han was waking up, but it wasn’t Bi-Han, it was Syzoth, who seemed very happy to wrap his arms around you from behind and press, hot, wet kisses to the nape of your neck.

“Why is Bi-Han getting such a nice wake up present, I was sound asleep too ya know,” Syzoth whispers against your ear, his forked tongue tracing the outer shell as you feel the Zaterran swelling against your back.

“Because, Bi-Han has a little problem right now that I think you can relate to,” you whisper back as you pull away from his delicious cock to gesture at his fluffy ears and bushy tail.

Syzoth’s emerald green eyes go wide with surprise, “sunshine, what’s going on? Why does our Polar Bear have ears and a tail?” He hisses frantically.

“Mnng,” Bi-Han groans at the loss of your hot, wet mouth as a clawed hand gropes around for you.

“He’s been meaning to tell you, I guess he just never found the right time…” you trail off as Bi-Han cracks open his bewitching blue eyes.

“I’m a werewolf,” he slurs groggily as his tail starts to wag when you start stroking his cock lazily.

“First vampires are real, now werewolves, next your going to tell me those awful things from that movie Johnny made me watch are real too!” Syzoth exclaims thoroughly dumbfounded.

“Aliens? Nah, those aren’t real,” Bi-Han rumbles, “but I am and my rut is starting to get kind of bad.” He warns as he exhales sharply, his tongue presses against his sharp, extended canine and he shifts his hips up seeking more of your warmth.

“You get ruts too?” Syzoth ventures a curious question and figures he should come clean to Bi-Han about his own problem with ruts. He could tell from the way he was leaking against your back Bi-Han wasn’t the only one about to start their rut.

“Too? Sy, what haven’t you told me? And don’t give me that ‘well you lied too’ bullshit because I kept this a secret because I can seriously hurt both of you,” he looks away for a moment, as if he was scared of what he was really capable of.

“I’m a reptiloid Bi-Han, my true nature is that of an animal essentially and I, like you have ruts, where I can’t control my urges,” he pauses to moan as he bucks against your plush ass.

“Let me guess,” he pants softly, the fever getting worse, “you just hit yours too? Qīn, please, I need you or Sy if you’re feeling up to it.” Bi-Han all but begs as sweat breaks out across his brow and he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

“Talk about bad timing huh?” The Zaterran answers before continuing, “how are we going to do this? I need to satisfy myself in my natural form when I’m in a rut, I need all of sunshine.”

“Why the fuck do you need her to yourself, you can share, you’ve never been so greedy before,” Bi-Han sits up snarling and then his ethereal blue eyes go wide as he sees Syzoth in his natural form from the waist down for the first time. “What the fuck? You have two dicks?!” Bi-Han exclaims as his tail goes rigid and his ears lie flat back in surprise.

Syzoth blushes a deep green as he lets Bi-Han drink in his surprise, “now you see why I need all of sunshine, un-unless,” he starts.

“Unless what? I can’t knot qīn’s throat, it would suffocate her, we’ll have to take turns.” Bi-Han reasons.

“Unless,” Syzoth tries again, flushing even deeper with embarrassment, his tail flicking and flopping around wildly at the idea.

“Spit it out,” Bi-Han growls angrily, the wolf getting the best of him as he waits very impatiently for Syzoth to get to the point.

“Well, sunshine can ride you, while I fuck both of you,” Syzoth speaks rapidly as if afraid of the answer from the cryomancer.

“You… you mean to fuck me? In my ass? I…does your rut make you stupid or something?!” Bi-Han lashes out with verbal anger.

“Now, now, calm down and think about it for a minute Polar Bear, you still get to knot me and flood my belly with your cum while Syzoth gets to satisfy himself too, no one has to wait and anal can be very enjoyable,” you reason with the cryomancer trying to come to an amicable arrangement that didn’t leave you getting passed around like an overly sensitive rag doll. You didn’t think you could handle getting fucked back to back by their animalistic sides, the thought terrified you if you were honest. Both had made you orgasm so many times and left you teary-eyed and exhausted to the point you could barely move.

Bi-Han looks away, not wanting to look at Syzoth, “be honest Sy, does it hurt?” He asks, his high cheekbones dusted with a light pink coloring as he deliberates.

“Does what hurt? My rut? Yes, it’s excruciating,” he whimpers as he ruts against your ass more persistently.

“Not that!” Bi-Han all but hisses with embarrassment, unwilling to look at either of you.

“Oh, oh, I’m sorry love, you meant anal, well a little at first but, it feels really good, especially with you, you’re always careful not to hurt me and your cock is so nice and big it feels fantastic when you get into a rhythm,” Syzoth answers as he leans forward, pressing you against the cyromancer’s washboard abs as he lovingly caresses Bi-Han’s flushed cheek.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han whines at the contact of your warm body surrounding him, “fuck, I guess, I mean if you think it will work, I just can’t wait anymore,” he growls and bucks his hips up trying to find your warmth.

“Shhh Polar Bear, let us take care of you for a change,” you whisper sweetly pressing a kiss to the temple of his forehead before you right yourself and give Syzoth a little shove back. You wrap your lips around the cryomancer’s cock again, making sure you get him nice and wet before you bury him in your wetness. His cock always seemed impossibly bigger when he was transformed so it was more a courtesy for yourself than it was for the cryomancer.

He moans low in his throat as a clawed hand comes to rest in your hair, the other pulling Syzoth over for a kiss, the kiss is cold and dominant, as if Bi-Han was trying to say he was still the one in control despite the state of affairs.

You hear the desperate little chirps coming from the Zaterran as you pull more of Bi-Han’s delicious cock into the hot cavern of your throat. You moan around his cock as you lap up the pre-cum oozing from the cryowolf’s huge cock, loving the taste of the salty liquid.

Reluctantly Syzoth breaks the kiss, “I think my tongue might be more beneficial elsewhere.”

“Go-go slow Sy, please,” Bi-Han asks in a quiet voice, one you barely even recognize as his.

Syzoth nods and helps reposition you, you unwillingly give up your delicious treat. Playing with the cryomancer had made you soaking wet, as wet as his spit-soaked cock, with Syzoth's help you steady your hands on the cryomancer’s perfect abs and you slowly sink down on his huge, thick cock. You cry out at the warmth as he opens you up slowly, you pant softly as you take your time, getting used to the burn and stretch of the cryomancer’s impressive length. It didn’t matter how many times you had been with the cryomancer, he was always a lot to handle, and even more so in this position while he was transformed. You shutter just thinking about trying to squeeze his knot inside your already stuffed pussy, but that was future yous problem, current you were just enjoying the cryowolf rearranging your insides, claiming your tight little cunt as his own.

“Fuck,” Bi-Han breathes out loudly as you finally sink down his entire shaft, enveloping him in your sweet, sticky, velveteen heat. He nearly jumps as Syzoth’s strong hands push his thighs apart and his nimble tongue grazes Bi-Han’s puckered hole. “I, I can’t, it’s too weird,” he breathes out with a hint of a pleasured whimper.

“Focus on me Bi-Han,” you reassure him as you squeeze your plush walls around his cock. “It’s like that time I gave you a prostate massage, you liked that right?” Hesitant to answer and embarrassed, Bi-Han turns his head to the side and just nods in agreement. “This is like that only better, trust me, I wouldn’t ask you to do anything I don’t think you’ll enjoy, I know giving up control is hard for you, but just try it.” You feel a spit-soaked finger prodding your ass as Syzoth slips the digit inside your ass, you let out a small moan as if to encourage and reassure Bi-Han.

Syzoth’s tongue returns to Bi-Han’s hole before wriggling inside the tight ring of muscle. He thrusts his tongue in and out slowly, trying to keep pace with the cryomancer’s uncertainty, gradually he removes his tongue to suck on his fingers and slowly pushes one inside the cryomancer’s tight body.

“Nnng Sy,” Bi-Han calls softly as he tries to relax and allow his boyfriend to keep stretching him, the sensation unfamiliar and strange.

You roll your hips to distract the cryomancer from Syzoth’s ministrations, moaning softly as you do. You can already feel the base of Bi-Han’s knot swelling as he gives a little shout and a swear.

Syzoth added a second finger to both of you as his fingers are quick to find Bi-Han’s prostate and massage it eagerly.

“Oh fuck,” Bi-Han sighs and tries to keep still, desperately wanting to buck up into your enticing heat, but not wanting to do anything that would hurt himself.

“You look so good right now Bi-Han, your cute little ears keep flicking around and you’re all flushed with need, god you’re perfect,” Syzoth breathes out as he peeks around you to get a good look at his usually dominant lover.

“Sh-shut up Sy,” Bi-Han stutters before it’s cut off by an indignant little whimper the cryowolf is desperate to choke off.

You moan at the way Bi-Han looks, his shoulder-length, ebony hair spilled across the dark blue sheets, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead, the blush prevalent on his high cheekbones, his blue eyes almost black with need. Oh, this was your lucky day alright, seeing Bi-Han like this would more than make up for any discomfort to come. You shift your weight in his lap to make it easier to bounce on his huge cock, each little thrust making you moan loudly as Syzoth worked a third finger into both of you. “Oh god, you two are going to make me cum,” you whimper as the heat coils and pools in your lower stomach. You’d barely started fucking the cryomancer and already you were teetering on the edge of an orgasm just feeling the swell of his knot and the delicious way each thrust of your hips knocked his fat cockhead into your sweet spot.

Bi-Han growls and presses down on Syzoth’s fingers as his clawed hands find your hips, digging into your supple flesh softly, “so cum for us, no one’s stopping you.”

You whine at Bi-Han’s words as you lift and lower yourself onto his thick cock, determined to fit his knot inside your warmth as you can feel it swelling more and more with each flick of Syzoth’s talented fingers.

“Mmm what are you waiting for indeed?” Syzoth asks and there’s a sudden emptiness as you hear the obscene squeal of the bottle of lube. Even though Syzoth was self-lubricating in his natural form he thought some extra moisture wouldn’t hurt. Slowly he pushes into you first meeting little to no resistance as his huge cock slowly slips inside your tight little ass.

“Ah, oh, fuuuuuuck,” you hiss as you're filled to the brim by both of your lovers and it feels indescribable, you can’t hold back any longer as you force the last few inches of Bi-Han’s knot into your greedy pussy. Your mouth opens in a silent cry before you find your voice in the form of a high-pitched keen, your plush, sticky walls clamp down on both of their cocks as you chase your high. You shudder wildly as Bi-Han’s claws hold you firmly in place atop him as your orgasm crashes into you. You can’t explain it but whenever Bi-Han was in a rut it always made you crazy sensitive and extra horny, maybe he released pheromones to make his mate amicable to his rut, you didn’t know, all you knew was the pleasure coursing through your body was enough to make you see stars.

Bi-Han lets out a low whine and through your fog, you realize Syzoth is slowly sinking his second cock into the cryomancer’s tight entrance. “Oh fuck, you feel so good qīn, so perfect, your little pussy built just for me,” he groans as you squeeze and pulsate around his hard cock. Another soft noise escapes the cryowolf, “this is weird, why is it spiney Sy?”

Syzoth just chuckles and reaches around to wipe some of the hair from Bi-Han’s sweaty brow, “I don’t know, just how Zaterran’s are. Is it ok? Do I need to go slower?”

“If you go any slower we’ll still be here by the time our next rut kicks in, you aren’t going to break me Sy,” Bi-Han huffs indignantly, his usual cockiness and arrogance slowly returning.

You pant and heave on top of the cryowolf as you try and catch your breath, but it just comes out in pitiful little whimpers as both cocks fill you so full you’re afraid to move.

“I’ll take it from here sunshine, you rest, you did such a good job,” Syzoth praises as he begins to move slowly thrusting his cocks in and out of you and Bi-Han.

You cry out at the action as it forces you to topple over giving Syzoth a better angle to fuck you both. You whine and mewl as the actions drive Bi-Han’s huge knotted cock in and out of you, the tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. It seems so gentle in compassion to the first time the cryowolf had absolutely ravaged you last spring in your little apartment by the river.

Syzoth reaches down to entwine his fingers with Bi-Han’s as their hands rest on your hips, keeping you in place. He shares a messy kiss with the cryomancer as he starts to fuck both of you in earnest now.

Bi-Han bites his lip to try and quiet the little cries and whimpers falling from his lips as Syzoth’s cock plunges into him over and over again.

You don’t bother silencing yourself, you didn’t care if the whole Lin Kuei heard how good you were getting fucked. You cry out loudly as the lip of Bi-Han’s knot catches on the rim of your overstretched pussy, it hurts but feels perfect all at the same time and Syzoth keeps thrusting into the two of you, driving Bi-Han’s cock impossibly deeper inside your slick walls. “I-I’m going to cum again,” you warn the two of them as the heat and pressure in your stomach becomes unbearable. Bi-Han holds your hips in place as he thrusts up wildly, feverishly into your wet heat and your brain short-circuits, you can’t keep up with them both thrusting, you pant and whimper as hot fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh fuck please,” you plead, unsure who you’re pleading to as they continue to fuck you.

“Shit qīn, I’m gonna cum too,” Bi-Han growls out, his teeth clenched tightly together as his hips snap into you painfully.

You squeal loudly as the tension in your belly snaps and you tumble over the edge, you whimper pitifully as the pleasure courses through your body. You can’t help the way your tongue falls out of your mouth, lolling to the side as saliva mingles with your tears as your mess oozes down your face, dripping onto Bi-Han’s unusually hot cheeks.

He holds you close as he slams up into you, pushing his enormous knot inside your tight little canal before he finally stills, with a loud snarling sound you feel the first jets of cum splashing against your walls. His icy claws dig into your flesh, little droplets of blood oozing up from the punctures as his hips still and he begins pumping you full of cum.

You whine as you feel the ridiculous amount of viscous liquid filling up your tight little hole, your whole body trembles as his knot swells fully, locking every single drop of cum inside your spent pussy. You pant softly as you look down, feeling your belly swell with Bi-Han’s release, you blush as you look almost pregnant.

“Fuck, qīn, you feel so perfect right now, so tight, you’re so full of my cum, ugh I just want to keep fill you up,” Bi-Han groans as Syzoth keeps thrusting.

“You both feel amazing,” he echos the sentiment as he rocks his hips against both of you, the little spines tickling and caressing your insides.

“I feel weird, I just came, but I want to again,” Bi-Han growls, his blue eyes looking electric in the morning light.

Syzoth focuses on Bi-Han’s prostate as he fucks the two of you harder, chasing his own orgasm, “so cum for me, cum all over my pretty cocks.” Syzoth pants, getting close to cumming himself as he sneaks a hand around and in between you and Bi-Han to tease your clit.

“Sy!” You shout and lurch in place, unable to go anywhere due to Bi-Han’s knot locking him deep inside you. You cover your mouth in embarrassment as he continues to rub tight circles around your clit making your voice rise in octaves, both their names fall from your lips as you tremble and shake around their cocks.

“Such a good girl you are qīn, gonna make a mess all over my cock aren’t you, I bet it feels so good taking both of us at once,” Bi-Han encourages in between moans as Syzoth’s cock keeps up its persistent assault on his prostate. He pants loudly, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic and feral the longer the reptiloid keeps fucking the two of you.

“Sy please,” you beg and you’re not sure if you want him to stop or to let you cum as you feel Bi-Han’s huge cock twitch and pulsate with another impending orgasm.

Syzoth pulls you upright again as he gets a better angle on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly in time with his hard thrusts, you can barely hear the obscene squelching over the noises you keep making. It embarrasses you again, to the point of tears once again threatening to fall. “Cum for me sunshine,” he hisses trying to keep his excited chirps at bay.

You scream their names as your body locks up and with a great big heave your orgasm knocks the wind from your body. It takes a moment to find your voice again as you whimper and cry as the pleasure shakes you to the very core, you clench around their cocks as you ride out your pleasure, blurry-eyed and spent.

“Fuck!” Bi-Han shouts as one more thrust from Syzoth coupled with your orgasm pushes him over the edge once more and you aren’t sure where all the cum will go, your stomach is already distorted as it is.

You’re a good girl though so you take it and moan at the sensation of more of the hot cum spilling into your unprotected womb. You cry and whimper on top of Bi-Han as Syzoth’s tail flails wildly and you can tell he’s about to cum as well.

“You’re both so good, so pretty, I can’t hold back anymore,” he whines and chokes off a hissing sound as your ass and Bi-Han’s ass are suddenly warm and sticky with copious amounts of Zaterran cum.

Suddenly you shiver violently, the heat dissipating from Bi-Han’s once fevered body and you’re suddenly chilled to the core inside and out.

Bi-Han makes a face as Syzoth’s release floods his body and he looks uncomfortable, “that feels weird, why do you always moan when I cum qīn?”

“You look really hot when you do?” You offer up the easiest, least embarrassing answer you can give the cryomancer. “I mean I can’t see Sy, but I’m sure he looks all fucked out and hot as hell,” you continue trying to cover up the fact that you had a breeding kink about as badly as your boyfriends had one.

“I mean yeah, he looks pretty hot, but it’s all warm and sticky,” Bi-Han continues to make a face as slowly Syzoth pulls out.

“It’s a compliment Bi, it means I like your sweet little ass so much I just had to claim it,” he chuckles and barely manages to dodge the pillow thrown at him.

“You are so lucky I can’t move right now, you’d be in deep shit,” Bi-Han growls, but stays in place knowing he can’t go anywhere until his knot deflates.

You whimper feebly caught in the middle of all of this as Syzoth’s release dribbles down your backside mingling in the mess below. “C-cold,” you whimper out and Syzoth is quick to wrap a blanket around you all while Bi-Han’s tail wags happily and his ears twitch playfully.

“So, how was it?” Syzoth asks, cuddling up next to the two of you.

“Weird, but I didn’t hate it, I guess under emergency rut situations it’s acceptable to let you top, but ONLY during emergency rut situations.” Bi-Han huffs as Syzoth nuzzles his neck lovingly.

“Understood,” he agrees albeit a bit wistfully, it had been nice being able to pleasure both of his lovers at the same time.

“Qīn, you can lie down on me if it’s more comfortable you know, you don’t have to just stay perched up there,” Bi-Han says while stroking your back through the fluffy blanket.

“I’m cold Polar Bear, laying on you will make me even colder,” you whine, you hadn’t thought about how uncomfortable of a position this would be to ride out his knot.

“What if I put a blanket on my chest, will that help?” Bi-Han asks while Syzoth grabs another of the many blankets that were strewn all over the cryomancer’s bed.

“Y-yeah, that might help.” You try and stop your teeth from chattering as Syzoth helps you lay down on the blanketed cryomancer, his tail still wagging happily. “Next time can you two have separate ruts please?”

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed yourself,” Bi-Han asks, his now brown eyes fluttering closed.

“Yeah but everything hurts now, you two are too much like this,” you lament, but not really, deep down you were about as happy as could be with your distended belly full of cum making it hard to get comfortable.

Syzoth offers you a kiss on the cheek as he slides a pillow under your head, “well get some rest for now, I don’t know how werewolves are but you know I’ll be insatiable in another few hours or so.”

“Same!” Bi-Han grins and throws a hand up for a high five, something the two of you had to teach the Zaterran.

The two of them chuckle and you just sigh dramatically, while concealing a smile as you try and get some more sleep, it was going to be a very long day and night, not that you were complaining of course.

[bringcal]

dave + john + karkat all involved in a polycule & also dave + jade (who isn't into the other two) and then jade + davepeta

polycule👍

davejohn wasnt my first ship when i joined the fandom, but it was my second ship, and i dont like it anymore but i fuckign love johnkat. and i liked them all interacting together.

Also.. i have to admit.. i used to HATE !! DAVEJADE. but i became friends w someone before who loved it and i was like ok.. I forgive davejade... and now i respect it. I really like their dynamic, not really romantically but their friendship is just so nice and i think about drawing them in different scenarios alot!

overall this is adorable. its not really MyThing, but i feel like you completely cracked the code to putting everyones favourite ships together. I rlly do think people need to make ot3s and polycules more often. oh also on a funniness scale this is the funniest shit ever i cant even imagine the interactions man

[aiyexayen]

35,36,38,39,42,43,49,50,55,59,68,69,79

35. What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted? that's such a hard question to answer--i have a lot of favourites in a lot of sub-categories (favourite character portrayal, favourite au, favourite prompt response, etc.) but i guess if i have to pick one i'll go with Qiuth, my cql/pern crossover. i'm not only still tickled by the concept and in love with that crossover world and pleased with the fic itself, but more importantly i feel like it's gotten the most unique and joyous responses and probably brought readers the most unexpected pleasure and delight of all my writing.

36. What fic are you proudest of? for an individual fic i'm...torn. i'm really ridiculously proud of how See The Day turned out. it's very simple and i know the execution of the concept isn't even perfect and it's such an indulgent rarepair but i can still see that whole little scene so crystal-clear in my mind and it still makes me ridiculously happy to reread. it's like my own personal love letter to both liu qianqiao and luo fumeng and is very dear to me. i'm also currently really proud of Sex Pest, which i wrote as a treat in a fic exchange. i don't have a lot of smut in my portfolio and i feel like this one came out really well; i'm proud of the characterisations and dialogue (the banter between wenzhou was so much fun) but especially feel like i made a lot of progress on my prose and descriptions.

38. What is your most self-indulgent posted story? very difficult to answer; you'll almost never catch me writing stories anymore that aren't also something i really want to read. i think i'll go with Wish You Were Here, because i literally just came up with the dumbest little meme scenario and then was attached enough to it to turn it into a fic before any of my actual serious ye baiyi/wenzhou concepts, and it still makes me cackle to this day. honorary mention to The More Things Change because it's the qingxian nonshippy rarepair canon compliant post-canon quasi-fix-it that nobody asked for but me.

39. What’s your most self-indulgent wip? even more difficult to answer because a lot of my wips that never see the light of day are even more self-indulgent than the ones that do. it's probably either the cql wip i have where wei ying teams up with lan sizhui and lan jingyi post-resurrection and those three are the ship in it and that ot3 is the self-indulgent part. or the shl wip i have where chengling ends up in wen kexing's charge instead of zhou zishu's in episode 1 because it involves The Boat and you know how much i love The Boat. oh, or possibly an old wip from my kingdom hearts days that was a ridiculously rarepair (olette/namine). come to think of it the kh stuff probably has a lot of self-indulgence in it in general, posted or wip.

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with? basically all my titles are just scraps of song lyrics or song titles so "come up with" is a bit of a stretch. but i think one of my favourites is Statues Of Ourselves which is an in progress jedtavius (night at the museum) ficlet trio for my bestie. the title is actually from a more obscure source than google would indicate, an enter the haggis song called "up in lights." and it was in my fic titles list and just tickled me as soon as i saw it while i was looking for a title that day. the way it still evokes the figurative nature of that language well, and yet it is also almost absurdly literal. it just wraps all the way around and idk it cracks me up.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? lots and lots. right now some favourite ideas that are pending: - cql canon rewrite with main character swap - shl canon rewrite with crossover main character swap - more canon crossover rarepair shenanigans unfortunately these are lower priority right now because i'm in the middle of plotting a fic for a fandom bang and also wrapping up some old wips to post.

49. What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer? hm. if you want an introduction to the kind of rarepair or crossover bullshit i get up to then my any of my Ficlet Collections are a good place to start--a lot of tumblr/twitter prompt fills or games and indulgent little things i've spent more time on per quantity of words, making it a nice kind of tasting sampler. if you want something more cohesive that demonstrates my taste in fix-its, the fics in my Qin Jiuxiao Lives 'Verse (ongoing) are good and also contain some diversity in style.

50. How would you describe your writing style? inconsistent. constantly evolving. i'm always trying new things or experimenting with new tones or leaning into new vibes. sometimes i try for something funnier and sometimes i indulge in the drama. sometimes i spend ages crafting something concise and poetic and evocative, sometimes i just dump words all over the place like a buffet. who knows.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc? a pretty common theme in my writing is "actually everyone was Fine i don't know what you're Talking About i don't even need to explain Why OR How they just Are we all Agree On This, Correct?" common settings tend to be, right now, siji shanzhuang or lotus pier, and have always been wherever feels "home"iest. i definitely have a Thing about home and i will not be taking constructive criticism at this time. i'm sure i have a lot of repetition in words/phrases/expressions but if i started analysing my writing that closely i'd get paranoid and nothing would get done.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges? If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them? i have! last march i participated in polyship week which was really fun and resulted in one of my more unexpected popular fics Glitter & Gold. i also did pridewrite this last summer, which got me the On Wings Of Pride collection full of obscure but delightful rarepairs. i've also been introduced to the glorious world of fic exchanges (for which i wrote The Moon Is Crumbling, But That's Okay) and i had so much fun that i immediately went out and signed up for another fandom event (the lld big bang) which i'm working on now (well not right now. right now i'm on tumblr. T_T)

68. Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do? so many. so fucking many. kjdfsljk any fic i read and like influences me in some way, especially fics/writing from friends i aspire to be more like.

69. (nice) What are your favorite fics at the moment? well, you asked. Stay And Break My Heart by rustycreekspoon Song by withbroombefore Letters by withbroombefore Please miss postman by shamelesscooper you're the trouble that i always find by sundiscus leisure, unfettered by brawlite The Boundaries of a Body by k_lynn The Kalends by praiseofshadows

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? yes. go look at other people's writing advice and then try all of it, one after the other. advice from all kinds of writers in all kinds of fields. author interviews and tumblr posts. even the silly sounding things (especially those). don't try anything that sounds like it would kill your soul, though, probably. everyone is different and different methods or pieces of advice may work or not work for you than anyone around you. you'll only know what does or doesn't once you try things and eventually piece together whatever system works for you out of spare parts.

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#5

BRUH no one is choosing the arch squad this hilarious

23 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#4

ok ok ok ok ok soooooo i cannot, i repeat, i cannot keep this inside anymore

rambheem have defeated scott and now have gone their separate ways fighting their separate battles but ofc they think about each other frequently.

what if what if now that bheem can write and read he starts letter writing. and the first letter he sends is to ram. (neither of them have realised their feelings for each other here yet). ram is overjoyed the moment he reads the letter and writes another back.

and slowly this becomes a routine of theirs (there can also be the OT3 ramxsitaxbheem 👀👀) and they start to fall in love. and because they are oblivious (yes i hc sita as a really clever and kind person who can do everything and anything except when it comes to love ) and they have some violent reactions to this.

so far i only have this but feel?free to add on!

just gonna tag a few ppl: @lil-stark @cobbledstone @raindrops-on--roses @rambheem-is-real @thewinchestergirl1208

29 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#3

we thought vegaspete would be the couple with communication issues and a whole lot of sex but oh what a surprise

29 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#2

JennySita Fic

I went a bit crazy today and I guess, here you go, the word vomit.

"Love is the aiiiiiiirr," Sita sang as she smirked at Bheem from her study table.

"Oh my god," Bheem groaned. "I already told you, I don't like him that much."

"Sure, Bheem," Sita said, still smirking.

Bheem groaned. It was a mistake to tell his best friend about his crush on the hot senior.

"Fuck you, Sita," Bheem said as he lifted himself off from the bed and walked out of her room.

Sita sighed in relief. If her best friend started moping, he didn't stop. It had happened with his ex-partners and it was probably going to happen with this guy, whose name he hadn't given.

She went back to studying. She had better things to do than look after her wreck of a best friend.

"Hey," Bheem popped his his head into the room.

"What now?" Sita asked without looking up.

"Jenny's here," Bheem said and Sita swore she could hear the smugness in his voice thatlittle-

"Tell her I'll be there in a minute," Sita said.

"'Kay," Bheem said and went back into the hall. Sita closed the door after him.

God.

She placed a hand on her heart. She groaned as she felt it racing. She wondered how Jenny looked. Did she wear that baby blue shirt with that white jean skirt? Sita was going to die if she wore that, oh god. Spot dead, no blood, brain hemorrhage. She looked so cute in that.

Focus, Sita. Focus.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She..... looked like she was at home. And, she was! No need to feel like a greasy gremlin in her own house.

Well, it was rented but...still.

Her hair was not looking too bad for someone who had run their hands through it one too many times. She smoothed it out with her comb.

After she calmed down a bit, she went outside. Jenny and Bheem were talking with glasses of Slice in their hands. For Sita's sake, Jenny was not wearing anything too cute, just a shirt and jeans.

Jenny noticed her first. "Oh, Sita!" she exclaimed with a smile.

Sita was never going to live from the starting, was she?

Jenny hugged her and Sita was immediately engulfed by the scent of lavender. She hugged Jenny back, and maybe, just maybe, she was hugging for a bit too long. Being in Jenny's arms cured her of every anxiety that was there.

"Shall we go?" Jenny asked after they let go of each other.

Were Jenny's cheeks red or was she imagining it?

It was Jenny's perplexed expression that brought Sita back. "Oh. Um, where?"

Jenny tilted her head, quirking her eyebrow. "You said you'd come with me for ice cream and fast food today, remember?" she said.

Realisation dawned on her. "Oh. Right," Sita said. "I'll be back in a minute. I'm so sorry!"

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[doctorofmagic]

So, in fairness to this ask, I haven't read strange #1 BUT I'm losing it at the idea that Clea just hurt Victor's feelings so badly he lost his motivation to fight her 🥺. And like, ok 2 things because I'm losing it but:

1. Victor losing any motivation to fight Clea after she basically said that Stephen doesn't trust or even like him (VICTOR!! Victor who is in that weird space where he is better friends with Stephen than most other heroes are. Their connection is truly bizarre but hey, that's magic, also you force a guy to sleep over at your house for a month and you think he understands the way you work, and then his wife shows up and tells you "nah fam he's always thought you were way too sketchy and specifically did something to stop you because he doesn't trust or like you" and apparently it makes you so smad you storm out without accomplishing anything you were gonna do lmao.)

2. I'm LOSING it Victor's doing it again HE'S DOING IT AGAIN!! Victor is going through the exact same process of grieving he did with Tony in Infamous Iron Man!! He is here to steal their signature things and take on the mantle to HONOR THEM HE'S DOING IT AGAIN YOUR HONOR (I know there's a LOT more perks to being SS (including the title) and Victor definitely wants those things but JUST. From a meta standpoint!! This is the second time Victor has lost a superhero friend he considers CLOSE TO HIM and the first thing, the FIRST THING HE DOES IS TRY TO FIND WAYS TO HONOR THEM I'M FUCKING CRYING YOUR HONOR) listen just. It's just me reading into it like crazy but the idea that Victor could've shown up in SOME REGARD, SOME PERCENTILE OUT OF GRIEF (not SHEER grief, I'm sure) IS MAKING ME LOSE MY SHIT.

Just. Victor is definitely a man of action and most often those actions have double meanings to them!! Yes usually it's played where something that seems good may actually be bad but THE REVERSE CAN ALSO BE TRUE FOR HIM. He wants to grieve and the only way he knows HOW is to honor the fallen and it could be that ACTUALLY (he'd snap my neck instantly for saying it and of course he's hiding it all behind pomp and anger and apathy but) HE'S DEVASTATED ABOUT STEPHENS DEATH that made him leave when Clea started saying, well, mean shit Victor ABSOLUTELY has a thick skin for after years of being belittled by superheroes!! And it's not like he genuinely takes authority above him seriously!! He like, NEVER has cared for someone being "above" him before!! the only example that comes to mind of Victor respecting someone higher up on a totem pole than him was FOR STEPHEN AS SORCERER SUPREME!!! so, SO! SO!!!

(this is such a long incomprehensible ask and I'm so sorry I'm just a poor little Victor Stan screaming about the idea of him being more hurt than he appears to be about Stephens death)

Anoooooon 😭😭😭

Okay so I have a huuuuge queue of asks but listen, when people talk about my faves in such an emotional and beautiful way, they have priority, this is my blog and I make the rules /j

Apologies in advance, my reply will be a mess as well.

I didn't really know how to feel at first, truth be told. The chapter really left me in a shocked mood about pretty much everything, especially when it comes to Victor and Clea. She was really mean to him and I wonder how she knew exactly where to go with words in order to hurt his feelings. I mean, it is canon that Stephen didn't want Victor to become Sorcerer Supreme back in New Avengers v2, but that was before Secret Wars. That was before Savage Avengers and Hellfire Gala. And Clea wasn't there in any of these occasions except for Infinity War (which also means that she's aware that Doom almost died to Thanos because of his desire for power).

At this point, I have the feeling that Clea is also aware of Stephen and Victor's relationship because, well, they are married and also connected to the magic community on Earth. She kinda knows that Stephen assisted Victor plenty of times.

I'm not so sure about Jed's portrayal of Doom, if there are actually hidden feelings or just pride (because, well, as Doom stans, we know that not all writers go that deep for him). But if we analyze his reaction when Jericho became SS compared to Clea, Victor couldn't care less about Jericho's feelings because they didn't talk about personal matters. Victor only stepped back when the light of the Eye was too much for him to bear. On the other hand... Clea said it to his face that Stephen's last desire was to make sure Victor wouldn't become the SS, which is not true. And instead of retaliating, Victor just... flinched.

Also "where were you when Stephen died?" I also have my doubts here if he's sorry for not being there or he was just not interested. There's also the possibility that he was busy with the Guardians of the Galaxy, and he now possesses Dormammu's power, which could lead them to another argument. But it's true. He didn't show up when the Mothers and the Peregrine Child arrived. Victor saved Stephen's life in Savage Avengers but he was not around when he died for real.

So we have the "old" (and I use this word carefully because I do believe Victor has plenty of character development) Doom, the cold king who doesn't show emotions. And yet, I like to think that, even though he still hides his heart beneath a literal armor, Stephen is one of the few people who are able to see through his façade. Or else, how can one explain this???

This is indulgence at its finest.

What I mean is, I deeply want to believe that Victor is here not because of power but because he wants to honor the mantle and Stephen's memories. If you think about it, Victor would have to make the Sanctum partially his home since it's a place of power and artifacts. And he knoooows the heroes would retaliate to see him as the SS. It's IIM all over again deep down.

It's tricky, ngl. I need more to be sure because I don't want to have my hopes up only to read more of one-dimensional Victor, but of course my heart CRAVES it, LONGS FOR IT. I have no idea if Victor and Clea will clash again, and the whole Dormammu's power will be brought into light. But if I could choose the plot, boi, we'd be reading T&T 2.0 with both of them teaming up to save Stephen. I'm manifesting it every single day of my life lmao. Although, since it's Clea's book, it's hard to believe she will have assistance. Unless there's character development to show that it's not good to be alone when you're the SS. Stephen more than anyone else knows that.

hhhhh and I couldn't agree more! Victor never tried to steal the mantle from Stephen because the man respects him so so so much. Also, have you ever seen Doom saying these words to ANYONE ELSE????????

I'm losing my mind too sos.

Ugh, I feel so frustrated for loving a character like Victor because while we have excellent and deep perception of his character (Hickman, Duggan, Al Ewing, Stern), we also have to deal with writers like, ew, Waid (yes, people, Waid is bad both to Stephen and Victor haha) or whoever wrote that atrocity called Fantastic Four Life Story. So it's always a surprise if Victor will be an emotional mess or just a shallow villain. I'm always here for emotional mess, obviously. And I pray that Jed is also aiming for that. I want him to break. I want him to be in shambles for failing Stephen. Because I love him and this is my love language. In the end, I think Clea made him swallow his pride and showed him that he does not deserve to claim something that was Stephen's when he was not there for him. And that really hurt him, whether it was his pride or guilt. I suppose it was a bit too much but she had a point there. And I adore this kind of angst. Also... I'm not saying it's canon or anything, but what if she resents him for not being there when Stephen died? And now he has the audacity of claiming his legacy? NOT ON HER WATCH! (ah, yes, more angst, delicious food) Anyway, I didn't make any sense, did I? I just cried over them like I always do hhh I'm sorry. But I wanted to thank you deeply for this ask, it was really so so so beautiful and I'm with you till the very end. And please feel free to interact whenever you feel like it, I'm always down for it n.n

Have a wonderful day/night 🥰

[eternal-love-song]

On My Shoulder

Kokichi, Kibo, and Miu have lunch in Miu's lab.

[Non despair, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Polyamory, OT3, Pre-relationship, Implied Relationship, Getting together]

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There was a soft, rhythmic thumping echoing through the room. The sound helped her think, even as she mostly ignored it to focus on the parts before her. Miu thought that it might have been hours that she had been shut up in her lab, eyes down and hands constantly moving. During all that time, the sound hadn't stopped at all. The pattern had changed a few times, but it hadn't stopped.

The sound was being made by Kokichi, she knew. The brat had made a scene when he'd come to visit her, forcing her to stop working to argue with him. After he'd eaten up enough of her time, he'd taken up a position on one of her unused desk, started tossing a ball against a wall, and told her to get back to work. As if he hadn't been the whole reason she'd stopped.

She would never admit how nice it was, having the subtle reminder that she wasn't alone. As easy as it was to tune out the sound, the fact that the rhythm of it changed every so often usually caught her attention enough that she never forgot he was there. She couldn't think of anyone else that would let her work without interruption, without lecturing her about taking care of herself, but still be willing to keep her company.

A hard knock against her lab door pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Come in!" Kokichi called out cheerfully.

She turned around to glare at him. "Hey! Don't go inviting people into my lab!"

Kokichi grinned at her, catching his ball and setting on the table beside him to focus on her. "I was just trying to help, you know. I didn't think you could hear anything with your head so far up your own ass."

'Why you--" She was cut off by the door opening and Kiibo entering the room, holding an armful of drinks and packaged bread.

"Kiiboy!" Kokichi cheered in greeting. She would never admit how cute it was, the way he lit up whenever Kiibo was around. She wondered if he did the same for her.

"Are you two fighting again?" Kiibo asked, voice heavy with resignation. 

"Are you kidding? The two of us would never fight," Kokichi told him with a bright smile. "Miu and I only ever agree about absolutely everything."

"Shut the hell up, Cockikchi!" She cracked her neck as she walked over toward the desk Kokichi was sitting on.

"Yeah, Kiiboy! Don't insult our friendship! See how well we're getting along!"

Kiibo just sighed. "Could one of you help me with this?"

Kokichi waited until Kiibo was right beside him before plucking a bottle of panta from his arms and cracking it open. "I got you, don't even worry," he said before taking a swig of his soda. Kiibo waited a moment to see if Kokichi would provide anymore help, unsurprised when he didn't.

Miu took it upon herself to take the drinks from his arms, helping him carefully put them down on the table. 

"Thank you, Miu," Kiibo said.

"What's all this, anyway?" she asked.

"I noticed that the two of you have been in here all day, so I thought I'd bring you something to eat." He smiled at them both, hands on his hips.

Kokichi was already picking through the assortment of breads. "Is this it?" he asked. "Do you think humans only eat bread?" 

Kiibo deflated instantly. "Well, I--"

"Because you were right," Kokichi said as he tore open a package of melon bread and took a bite. "I survive exclusively on bread and panta."

"That doesn't seem healthy," Kiibo replied hesitantly.

Miu picked out a curry bread. "You should know better than to listen to anything this twink says, Kiibo."

Kokichi knocked the bread out of her hands before she could open it.

"Hey!"

"Are you stupid?" Kokichi questioned, glaring at her. "You basically bathed your hands in grease and you're gonna touch bread with those filthy things?"

"I'm not an idiot!" she replied, slapping his shoulder as she glared at him. "I was gonna leave it wrapped."

"Not good enough!" Kokiochi exclaimed. "Kiibo! Activate cleansing mode!"

Kiibo recoiled. "What?"

Kokichi rolled his eyes. "Give her hand sanitizer, you bucket of bolts."

"Oh!" Kiibo smiled at the idea of doing something helpful, pulling out a small bottle of hand sanitizer and holding it out to her. "Here you go."

Kokichi frowned. "You can't even spray hand sanitizer? Man, you're the worse robot ever."

"Hey! That's robophobic!"

Miu cleaned her hands quickly before tearing into her curry bread. It was only now that realized how hungry she really was. Had she even eaten breakfast today? She took a few bites too fast before choking and needing to grab a soda to wash it all down. 

"Such grace. Such class," Kokichi drawled. "Truly a prince among men."

"No one asked you!" She yelled, tossing the wrapper of her curry bread at him. It didn't go very far. Luckily she was standing right beside him and it didn't need to go far to end up hitting him in the face.

"Well," Kiibo said awkwardly. "I guess I'll leaver you both to what you were doing."

 He never knew what to do when they argued with each other too long. That was one of the reasons Kokichi went out of his way to tease him. Miu's main methods of engaging people, insulting or flirting, rarely went over well with Kiibo. If it wasn't about upgrading him or talking about her inventions, she was honestly a mess. That didn't mean she wanted him to leave, though.

"Wait what?" Her voice was more surprised and distressed than she meant it to be. "You're leaving?"

"You're just gonna abandon us?" Kokichi's voice was much louder and mildly insulted.

"Um, do you want me to stay?" Kiibo questioned. The honest confusion on his face was more frustrating than her arguments with Kokichi. They had been trying to get Kiibo to stick around with them in their owns ways for so long that it was almost discouraging that he still felt the need to ask that. Almost. Kiibo was too polite to just make assumptions. It was one of the thigs she liked about him, even if it was also frustrating. 

"Of course we do, you dummy." Kokichi glared at him. "Don't those circuits you call a brain work?"

Miu hit Kokichi in the back of the head. "Don't be mean to Kiibo," she told him.

"Why? Want me to be mean to you instead?" he asked with a smirk. "Are you jealous?"

Miu squeaked, a flush spreading across her face. "Eeh?"

Kiibo sighed. "You could ask me to stay like a normal person, Kokichi."

"Nope," Kokichi said with a little pop. "That's my charm."

Miu placed a hand on Kiibo's shoulder. "Would you stay and have lunch with us?"

Kiibo smiled at her, making something flutter in her chest. "Thank you, Miu. I would be happy to stay."

Kokichi reached out and wrapped his arm around Kiibo's, pulling him closer as he picked up another melon bread. "Ha! You fell for our trap!"

Kiibo eyed him suspiciously. "What trap?"

"You made a deal with a devil, Kiiboy! Now you have no choice but to stay with us."

"Hey! Are you calling me a devil?" she asked.

"If anyone here is a devil, I think it would be you, Kokichi," Kiibo said.

"Ooh, does that make you the angel?" Kokichi questioned. "Alright, I'll tell her to do only the worst things and you can give her all the good ideas."

"What? No!"

"See, you're already used to your role."

Miu laughed, moving to Kiibo's other side and leaning against him. "Thanks for bringing us food," she said softly.

"You're welcome," Kiibo replied. "I worry about the two of you when you're alone."

Kokichi moved even closer to Kiibo, practically nuzzling his arm. "Guess that means you can't ever leave us alone, right? You don't know what we'll get up to. You're the only one that can keep us out of trouble, Angel."

Kiibo didn't have the ability to blush, but she was sure he would be if he could. "I... You're just teasing me," he stammered.

"Am I?" Kokichi asked with a wide grin, fluttering his eye lashes at Kiibo. "Am I really?"

Miu placed her hand on the desk behind Kiibo and Kokichi reached out to rest his own on top of it. "I wouldn't mind having an angel and devil on my shoulder," she said softly.

"Well... if you're both serious," Kiibo said softly. "Then alright. I'll be sure not to leave the two of you alone. You can count on me."

"Thanks Angel!" Kokichi chirped brightly.

Kiibo looked flustered again. 

Miu laughed. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into," she told him. "But it's too late to back out now!"

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Highway from Hell

[Demon invasion crack-fic inspired by various demon stories, primarily Unsong.]

Notes:

- this crack-fic is really weird and maybe darker than canon. (Hardison kills some demons (not directly, per se, but still)) - I've lived in Christian places, but I'm not Christian, by culture or religion. Apologies in advance if parts of the mythology are wrong.  - Tagged OT3, in that they're "married", but it's not depicted as sexual or romantic.

Hell had been preparing for this day since the Divine Light started to shine in the universe once again. The day the prince of the demons would emerge from the Hellmouth with all his armies behind him, to take back what he believed to be his.

The humans had predicted this. Even as their laws of physics stopped working and their technology was dying, they had figured out where the Hellmouth would open just outside of Las Vegas. The entire southern half of Nevada had been evacuated, along with surrounding areas in California and Arizona.

However, while the humans may have been preparing for weeks, the demons had spent years setting this up--infiltrating the most powerful human organizations, debasing all the holy water reserves, and corrupting or abducting the clergy from the Pope down to the newest street pastor, anyone who could make more.

Then, the armies of hell ran into Eliot Spencer.

Facing the prince and his armies behind him, Eliot stood alone in the middle of the interstate, right where it crossed the Colorado river. The demons standing around their prince drew their weapons as they approached.

"Come now," the prince said to them. "Is that any way to treat an old friend?"

The demons put their weapons away.

"Leave this world, Damien," Eliot said, crossing his arms. "And don't come back."

The prince laughed. "You're not serious.

"You have sixty seconds to turn your forces back."

"Or what, Eliot? Can you even touch your powers anymore?"

"There are older forms of magic than ours--than yours, even."

Damien stared at Eliot in disbelief. "Love? Really, Eliot? You know better than that."

"The universe runs on magic, now, since the Divine Light returned. The magic of love, but also the magic of stories," Eliot said. "I love this world. It's my home. So tell me. If this were a story, and you marched in with all of hell's armies, while I stood here alone, who d'ya think would win?"

"Good thing this isn't a story," Damien said.

"Good thing I'm not alone," Eliot said.

To their north there was a series of explosions and then floodwater started to flow towards them.

"Seriously? That's your strategy? Blowing up a dam? You know we can't drown."

A moment later, though, he heard the screams of agony of the demons upstream, running away or, the ones who could, taking flight to avoid it.

"That's not possible," Damien said. "We destroyed all the holy water and corrupted or abducted every priest who could make more."

"The magic of stories," Eliot said. "I know a con man who learned enough about priesthood--still has enough of it in his soul--to play one, and a grifter who could weave his story convincingly enough to sway the universe itself."

"You'll die, too, when the water gets here. You can't even fly."

The demons who could were already taking flight and hovering some distance off the ground.

"Maybe," Eliot said. Then he added, "Clouds, now."

Dark and ominous rainclouds rose up over Lake Mead and advanced towards them.

"Want to guess what those are made of?" Eliot asked.

"How--That. Not possible."

"I also know a hacker with enough angel in him that when technology stopped working, he took to hacking the code of the universe itself. Starting with cloud formation."

"How are you signalling him? When technology stopped--even the code of the universe doesn't allow--"

"Like I said," Eliot said. "There's older magic than ours. The rituals were there. We just had to decode them, and, well. Hacker."

There was a beat of silence. Eliot could see the moment it clicked for Damien.

"Ritual marriage? You married a human for this? To use a soul bond as a comm unit?"

"I wouldn't call it married--"

"You need real love for that to work. Human love."

"Yes," Eliot said. "You do."

"Wait. You married an angel?" Damien spat, his disbelief turning to fury.

"Part angel. But yes."[1]

Damien reached for his bident in his pocket dimension, only to find it was not there.

Eliot smiled. "I also married a thief."

"You'll die, too, when the water comes. You made that choice when you joined us. Throwing your lot in with the mortals won't be enough to--"

He was cut off when a man flew in out of nowhere and barrelled right into him.

"We were talking, Quinn," Eliot said, rolling his eyes.

"You were taking too long," Quinn said, while he pummelled the prince of hell.

Some of the other demons tried to reach for their weapons from the pocket dimension, only to find that theirs were also gone.

"Like I said," Eliot told them. "I married a thief."

"Did you marry this guy, too?" Damien gasped.

"No, he's just a friend," Eliot said. Quinn landed a few more punches. "Acquaintance." More punches. "Person."

"The rest of you," Eliot said, addressing the crowd, again. "You can leave if you want. Don't hurt any humans, and I won't pursue you."

"And be a traitor, like you?" Most of the demons spat, but a few of them sheepishly started to fly away.

[Rain,] Eliot thought towards Hardison in his mind, when the demons who wanted to leave were gone.

It started to rain, and more of the demons tried to flee as they screamed.

"That really is holy water," Damien said between gasps, clearly feeling the sting. "You'll die, too!"

Suddenly, Eliot started to glow with an angelic light that Hardison projected through their bond. The rain and oncoming floodwaters flowed right off of him.

When Eliot spoke, the voice wasn't his own. "C'mon, really? Are you serious? Is this guy serious? As if I would just let my husband die."

[Dammit, Hardison, I'm not your husband,] Eliot thought furiously, while Quinn held Damien down in the holy water flooding up around them and Damien struggled furiously as he finally started to breathe the water into his lungs.

[You know, you shouldn't curse so much now that you've joined souls with a part-angel,] Hardison replied in Eliot's mind, and Eliot hated that with their new connection he could now feel Hardison's smirk.

[Hardison--]

[Also, it was a marriage ritual, man. Nate called it that. Even your old boss called it that.]

[It was a marriage of convenience.]

[Still needs actual love, so. Still counts. We're husbands.]

"Whatever," Eliot said out loud, taking back control of his own voice as Damien stopped struggling. "Come on, Quinn. That's enough. Let's go."

"But he's not dead," Quinn whined. Still, he let go of Damien's unconscious body and stood up to follow a still angelically glowing Eliot out of the floodplain.

"I know. But you won't fix that by drowning with him. Besides, lungful of holy water will put him out for a while, and when he wakes up, he'll have no home to return to."

Quinn frowned at that for a moment. Then he laughed. "Really? He opened the Hellmouth in a floodplain? He's more of an idiot than I thought."

"I don't think he got to choose that," Eliot said. "The universe determines where the Hellmouth opens."

"Still."

"Still," Eliot agreed with a smile.

End.

[1] Hardison inherited the angel part from his foster mom. Because genetics also work on story logic. After all, this is a story.

PS: If you’re still here, uh, sorry, but I warned you that it was a weird one. Have no idea what came over me but I just woke up with this idea in my brain of “the OT3 save the world from demon apocalypse with the power of magical polyamory” and also “why only Nate got a gloat scene at the end of TSLJ?? why not Eliot?” so here’s those two ideas combined.

[nefastum]

What got you shipping GriffGutsca in the first place? I think it's really cool that you're so passionate about this ot3 and that you're providing such beautiful content for it

Hello there, love ♡ Thank you for the question.

Let's see, well like many my first introduction was to the anime and I couldn't help but love the interactions between the three of them there. ♡

At first I thought 'Oh this Guts guy has gotten dragged into this Hawk group and he's probably gonna start liking this white haired guy's girl who is clearly being set up to like him back eventually.' Classic boy/girl mean to each other because they like each other.

But then of course you have all these moments with Guts and Griffith, and my mind goes '...but maybe?' And by the time the Guts x Casca waterfall scene rolls around my eyes were going crossed and I couldn't make up my mind. Was I on the Gutsca side of life, was it Griffguts? The forbidden Griffcas? No, I liked them all, all the drama and all the twisted dynamics. Give me all of it and stomp on my poly heart ♡

And then, of course, the anime doesn't cover everything. Soo it was onto the manga, where I found even more things to love about all three of them and their individual interactions during the Golden Age. I could take things slower and really pour over their moments together. At that point I was hooked, these idiots owned my soul and no matter how much Miura crushed it in the future I would ask for more. 😅

So now here I am establishing a little island of my own for this ot3 like the madman I am 😈👍 I sat on the idea of ever sharing anything for a long time. I knew that it could probably draw a lot of ire from existing fans and fan creators- especially with Griff and Casca being concerned. There was always acceptance for Griffguts art and Gutsca art somewhere, but including both Casca and Griffith into an ot3 seemed like asking for trouble. In the end though, I cracked and gave in. I couldn't take the isolation anymore lol And now everyone else has to see it haha 😆

Thank you so much for your support, it means the world to me ♡ Rare pair stuff is always a risk and with the loving community I've seemingly landed in, it looks like it was well worth it to me ♡ Thanks, love!

[heffrondriving]

how about this big brain idea : kendall has two hands? so jo on the right and carlos to the left.

they are dating one another. sorry i don't make the rules around here. just kendall with both his girlfriend and boyfriend.

that's it. that's all i have. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

okay why was i momentarily concerned when i first read the phrase "kendall has two hands" gjfjfjk i need to throw my rotted brain in the garbage disposal i think (눈_눈)

OMG YES FR BC I HONESTLY THOUGHT OF THAT TOO!!!!! the only thing that held me back from fully selling myself into it is that i'm not really sure i could see carlos and jo together romantically??? yes even with my foolish penchant for the rarest of pairs ever to rarepair in this dangt fandom *cries over the four i'm singlehandedly carrying rn* idk but they are just like. sibling-vibes Besties to me or smth. is that a hot take or ;/ but alternatively if you mean another ot3 scenario where kendall is a shared boyfriend between jo and carlos then yo that'd be pretty sick actually THE ULTIMATE KENDALL KNIGHT BISEXUAL EXPERIENCE SIGN ME TF UP!!! 💗💜💙 IMAGINE HOW CHAOTIC THAT IS.....THE INSANE POTENTIAL.…..I'M THINKING BIG TIME CRUSH OR BIG TIME RESCUE BUT EVEN WORSE BC THE SINGLE FUNCTIONAL BRAINCELL IS ALSO SHARED BETWEEN THE TRIO AJAJAJAJ

and now presenting a Dumb Thing i slammed out in five minutes smack dab in the middle of office hours entitled...

̥۪͙۪˚┊ ❛ SHARING IS CARING ❜ ┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

Jo: Hey, it's my turn with Kendall now!

Carlos: What?! Unfairrr you already had him for like fifteen minutes longer yesterday!

Jo: Well duh, we were watching a movie, Los. What do you want us to do, not finish the ending?

Carlos: Hmph, I guess not...but you never even thought to invite me to your supertastic sleepover or whatever...

Jo: It was Stephanie's new Gore Galore of the Graveyard Ghoul movie, which means you'd get awful nightmares if you watched it aaand probably use that as an excuse to solo-cuddle Kendall and hog him for the rest of the night, which would actually be unfair.

Carlos: What??? N-noooo pssshh I haha, I wouldn't...do...such an evil scheme...*nervously slaps at helmet*

Jo: Anyway, we're even because you totally snuck in way more kisses anyway—and I would know because Kendall's breath smelled like corndogs all day.

Carlos: You don't hear me complaining when Ken-ken's breath has an oniony stink to it!

Jo: *gasps scandalously*

Carlos: Yeah, like that. Wait—what are you—

Jo: *smiles sweetly as she grabs Carlos's arm and easily judo-slams him onto the carpet*

Kendall: h e l p

SJKDSJK THIS IS PURE CRACK IDFK WHAT I'M WRITING ANYMORE I'M SO SORRY EVERYONE HAD TO WITNESS THIS UTTER DEGENERACY 💀 though srs if i end up writing this ot3 fic i'm entirely blaming it on you maddy hehe (๏็ટૄ◟๏็ ) but i have to actually write first in order to accomplish that miracle,,, more at eleven folks *sobs shakes screams at exponential piles of unfinished wip drafts i'm miserably drowning under*

[karouvas]

crazy ex-girlfriend for ship ask game?

OTPs: Rebecca x Valencia

lowkey otps: Rebecca x Greg 

ships you wish more people shipped: all combinations of Rebecca Heather and Valencia 

ships you think are cute: Heather x Valencia, Darryl x White Josh. edit: particularly on rewatch I really liked Heather x Greg’s relationship stuff it honestly deserved to be explored more

ships you see the appeal of but don’t ship: …idk if I have one for this?? I think I once saw someone ship Paula x Valencia romantically which I never considered but I’m not wholly opposed to 

ships that are usually brotp but can be otp: 

Rebecca x Heather 

ships you don’t care about: I mean Rebecca and Josh romantically. Of course their dynamic is compelling but I never have had shippy feelings about it. 

ships you dislike: Rebecca x Nathaniel, mostly because of handling of it in 3b+ s4 and the way fans respond to it. And I kind of resent it as a premise really too but when it was introduced I did want to find some merit in it at least, but ultimately nothing the show did with it ever proved to me Nathaniel was a necessary character on the show. I thank him for I Go To The Zoo and that’s about it <3 

ships you hate: if I hate any ship on this show it is Rebecca x Nathaniel. the only reason I say if is I have much more visceral reactions about a lot of other notp’s and because the entire foundation of CEG doesn’t necessarily prop up the romance of it that limits my vitriol again on a scale. I do HATE Nathaniel himself however because his “redemption” arc in s4 was terrible and I resented how much space it took up in the narrative, but that resentment was more about how much time it was getting compared to Valencia and Heather (including that friendship arc w Heather god :/)  than the narrative effect on Rebecca (although that was… mixed at best, but it’s not like she was ever sidelined for him in any way like has happened in other shows). So yeah generally not a fan of the ship or character lol. 

crack ships: Rebecca x Audra Levine I think I’m one of two people in the world who ships it. Maybe three counting whoever made That decision in the JAP Battle reprise. But it’s a fun good trash ship <3. I also do think Valencia x Audra would be incredibly fun and hot, and they could talk about simultaneously hating/being envious of/pining for Rebecca 

ot3s: Rebecca/Valencia/Heather, as any sane person with taste would say. 

thanks!! I almost never get to talk about CeG anymore which is sad :( (send me a fandom and I’ll answer ship questions)

[aquaticflames]

For the character ask game, Malon and Wild?

oh wow thank you anon! I'll answer Malon here and them make another post for Wild to keep things concise! :D <3

1. do I like them?

absolutely i do. i fell in love with her as a kid and i'm still in love with her now. <3 😌

2. five good qualities!

she is KIND. kindness is sorely needed and I love a character willing to be kind when circumstances are trying to beat them down. kindness for kindness' sake. <3 she's also not one to back down though. she'll make her annoyance known if need be! she's heartfelt with her compliments and loves making people feel included. and she's strong!! farm lady of my heart <3 <3 i also do love how quick-witted she is. she has a very clear penchant for mischief and play in her own right, going along with Time's jokes and cracking her own too. :]

3. three bad qualities!

she's perhaps too forgiving. this is... the only genuine flaw i can think of in her character? we had that exchange between Time and Malon where they discuss Ingo's treatment of her family, and it's clear she hasn't found it in herself to be genuinely upset with his conduct. when he probably deserves to be told what's-what. she deserves that much. but other than that... i'm going to chicken out and admit i can't think of anymore.

4. favourite episode?

the scene where she and Time are arguing and it slowly pans round the room to reveal all the other heroes looking mortified. She reacts so genially and playfully and i love it.

5. OTP

Time and Malon. duh.

6. BROTP

Malon & Lullaby 100%. they'd get on like a house on fire for sure. I can almost picture them sharing gossip and hanging out during the princess' downtime.

7. OT3

can't think of any! i see her as the monogamous type.

8. NOTP

nothing jumps out! she isn't generally paired with many people aside from OOT Link!

9. Best quote?

"Spirit of a hero, blood of a knight - but this one's got the build of a farmer." ....orrr "I'd hate to think you buys have gone through as much as my husband."

10. Head Canon!

i love to think that while she's never had any formal combat training, she can hold her own if need be. she's strong alright, and I imagine she's seen enough of her husband's spats to know how to throw a good punch. i ALSO love to headcanon that she's bi. bi couple of the century <3

ty anon!!

[orangenfrottee]

Okay, so what happened is this, right?:

Mysterious caller tells Betty to get out because of bomb.

Betty and Archie run down the stairs, hide under the kitchen table.

Bingo, arguably possessed by Fred's ghost, switches places with them while the bomb explodes.

Jughead is in the garage while it explodes, is superficially unhurt.

Archie gains weight and density, can't get hurt anymore. Betty has two cracked ribs but is otherwise okay, can see evil now and is the best fbi ever now. Bingo survived with four broken limbs, then took Jughead's healing factor and is now healed, proving there is no chance in hell Fred's ghost was involved. Jughead has severe hear loss.

FP is colloquially brought up to help with Serpent numbers yadda yadda to help secure the town but not in relation to his injured son. Alice should have done that.

At the same time, Reggie's father has a heart attack or something, but survives.

Nana Rose is responsible for everything and the new Hiram Lodge.

Brittania needs protection and a safe living environment.

Cheryl tried to undo the curse she put on Jughead, Betty and Archie. (I think forgetting that the curse was in the entire town, too?) She lights three candles that are supposed to burn down. Abigail blows one out. (Potential reason for A&B's super powers.)

Cheryl ends the episode possessed by Abigail, likely only at night/while asleep.

Archie started an all-out gang war between Ghoulies and Serpents. Kevin is brought back in as a baby sitter for Baby Antony. Either to kidnap Baby Antony or to rekindle Kangs/start an OT3 wb because taking care of a baby together changes relationships from platonic to romantic.

Molly sold her exploded house to Archie who now has a 'mortgage he can't afford' for a nicer ruin with zero monetary value in murder town.

Trashbag Killer totally had the Hal Cooper voice and murdered my personal enemy Psycho Glen. I wish my favourite serial killer husbands would have done so though.

Riverdale is still a magic show and now a superhero show, nice. But, importantly, it's back to having great alliterating gang member names. Twilight Twist! Ha! Perfect name! I want her teammates to have names like Stardust Screwdriver and Shadow Shore.

Will we see more of Hermosa? Please?

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Burned Bridges

penismp my beloved. Milfboss’ pov, with @mesmir-ized‘s oc Poopwad!! Poopboss/Milfwad supremacy. (though I may have implied PoopbossAnus, the ot3 of the century) I couldn’t resist, that burned bridge scene was SO cool and I know people think Penis actually did it but!! Imagine the canon divergence of Milfboss being more involved!!!!! IMAGINE!! being able to avenge Poopwad’s first death!!

Content warnings for manipulation, premeditated murder, scar mention, weapons mention, arson, arguing, swearing.

Milfboss’ heart was racing. Her ears were perked, twitching every time ash fell from the sky and irritated her delicate fur. She crouched lower, knees aching as the gravel dug into her legs and dirtied her pink skirt. It would be worth it, it had to be.

She took another swig from her flask, the bubbly, watery taste of an invisibility potion sending shivers down her spine, and her tail thrashed against the ground for one moment at the feeling, thankfully without her usual bells adorning it. The aesthetic had to be sacrificed for her plans, unfortunately.

If there was one thing she learned on this server, it would be that sacrifices are necessary to get what you want.

Milfboss’ eyes narrowed, her pupils contracting into thin lines as the sun set into golden hour, shining right in her face. She shifted in her spot hiding behind the hay bales, sniffing a bit as joints ached, restraining the urge to sit down. She had to be prepared for action, as always. In the past few months she had learned that you only survived by being prepared to fight or flee at any moment.

Being unaware got people killed. She learned that the hard way when her girlfriend lost her first life while Milfboss only could stand aside and do nothing. Even in the warm sunset of early autumn, she shivered, a memory of rain pouring down, of a trident raised and crackling with electricity as the skies prepared to answer a mortal’s call.

That was one of the many reasons Milfboss was here now. To organize the beginning of the end for the one who dared to take the life of Poopwad, her girlfriend. Even when Poopwad trusted them, when she stood with her back to him to protect him, he still struck her down.

And now she would always have the spiraling scars of a lightning strike, and three round scars of the trident’s prongs, a constant memory of betrayal.

Vengeance was Milfboss’ main objective, and she’d sacrifice anything to get it. For Poopwad, and for herself.

The sound of netherite boots crunching on gravel and cobblestones made her ears perk up and swivel, head turning quick at the sound. There, in the strange mask of a baby’s face, was Shitty. From the other side of the ravine’s bridge she could see the bright holographic form of Penis.

Her hands clenched, claws extending, netherite gauntlets shining with enchantments trying to activate. She watched as Penis hopped up on the railings of the bridge, as calm as could be. As if he wasn’t a murderer. A monster in a player’s skin, always waiting for the moment to strike when his prey was helpless, when they trust him. And Shitty sat there as if nothing had changed, maybe a bit farther apart than usual, but still willing to be in his presence, still able to look at that stupid box on his head and act like he’s worthy of respect.

After a tense moment, both of them relaxed, swords and axes sheathed or set in their holsters, a faint strained laugh from Shitty reaching Milfboss’ ears.

The time was coming. Milfboss raised the shiny, enchanted netherite hoe, a gift from Poopwad back when they first started dating, and left it on top of the hay bale. Once it left her invisible fingers, the invisibility potion’s magic left it, and the sudden appearance would be what her paid help would be looking for.

Turbo better not fuck this up for her, or heads would roll by her own hand instead of manipulating the situation to kill them by proxy. Getting her claws dirty would ruin her dress.

Sacrifices were necessary.

Across the ravine she saw flickers of movement, the treeline shifting with no breeze, an obvious tell of invisibility potions when someone knew to look for it. 

Her heart began to race again and she began to grin, sharp teeth bared as she moved to sit atop the hay bale. She had front row seats to the show, and she wouldn’t miss it for the world. Besides, they would be too occupied to notice her when the invisibility ran out.

The ashes drifting in the air settled on her skin, the remnants of a city lost to everyone, of lives cut down for selfish gain. Under the constant smell of gunpowder that permeated the server, there was now an underlying tinge of active redstone that made her fingers twitch in anticipation. The mechanism would be starting.

Soon enough, the smell of charred wood began to fill the air, the faint bubbling of lava pouring from dispensers by the wooden supports of the bridge becoming more and more audible as the slow moving liquid began to fall.

At this point Shitty and Penis were fully invested in their conversation, now standing and arguing about something. Shitty sounded tearful, resentful. He was facing away from Milfboss, but she could see his disturbing baby mask in his hands, gesticulating with it as his voice cracked yet again.

Penis stood there, arms crossed, defensive but not denying his transgressions. The murder of people, of course, but also the slaughter of animals. Balls the cow, a beloved pet. Fuckass the sheep, who assisted in destroying the city so many people lived in. The bats that were kept in the zoo Poopwad created as a memory to the chase.

Smoke began to twirl in the faint breeze, rising ever upwards into the orange light of the setting sun. The crackle of flames began to roar, the creak of straining beams interrupting Shitty’s tirade.

“What did you do?!” Shitty yelled as he leaned over the edge, watching as the fire spread.

“I didn’t!” Penis stepped back. “I wouldn’t!”

“Fuck you! You god damned monster! Nothing is sacred, huh? Nothing fucking matters to you, not pets, not lives! Not even the fucking bridge!” Shitty screamed, throwing his mask.

The ceramic mask dented the holographic cardboard of the box on Penis’ head, causing him to stumble back. “I swear I didn’t!”

“You swear a lot of fucking things, Penis. You swore to keep us safe! You swore to love me! But where did that fucking get us?!” Shitty stomped in anger, the wooden boards underfoot crumbling away from him, and he clutched to the railing with a squeak of terror, trying to pull his boot up and out of the hole.

Penis rushed forward, arms reaching out, but Shitty unsheathed his sword, slashing wildly. “No! Don’t fucking touch me! Just go!”

“I’m not going to leave you here you idiot!” Penis yelled.

“GO. I don’t want to see you ever again until the Admiral drags you in to your execution, you fucking traitor!” Shitty snarled.

Milfboss chuckled under her breath as her invisibility potion wore off, flickering back into view. Not that they would notice her, too caught up in their own soap opera of a relationship.

Penis backed up, shaking his head and trying to apologize, before turning and running away into the woods, boards falling out from under his feet as he ran.

After a moment, the wood holding Shitty up buckled, and he was holding onto the bridge above the ravine, above the lava, by just his hands.

Now it was her time to shine.

Milfboss ran up, pretending to be breathless. “Shitty! I heard yelling!” She raced towards him, holding out her axe with the handle facing him. “Grab on!”

With a broken sob, Shitty’s hands grabbed the handle, and she pulled him up easily. He really was a beanpole of a person, no muscle at all, unlike her, who had arms built for cutting down trees and carrying her girlfriend.

She slung her axe onto her back and lifted him up in a fireman’s carry as she ran back into the small sanctuary of the aquarium, one of the few places left untouched by the carnage created by Fuckass and Penis.

“Thank you.” Shitty sobbed into her shoulder, shaking.

“I won’t let anyone lose their last lives on my watch.” Milfboss said. As if she had honor anymore. As if she cared for anyone but her, Poopwad, and Admiral_Anus, the woman who gave her a home.

Everyone else could burn. But it wasn’t Shitty’s time yet.

“Guess I owe you a life-debt now, huh?” Shitty sniffled into her neck, laughing with self-deprecation.

Milfboss grinned victoriously, eyes shining with bloodlust and malice that Shitty couldn’t see.

“Let’s call it a favor.” She said casually. As if it didn’t matter.

As if it wouldn’t be integral in her plan to take Penis down a notch.

Poopwad died by the hand of her trusted friend, Penis. She died quick and painfully, electricity arcing down her bones and into her heart.

Penis would die the same way.

But it wouldn’t be quick.

Milfboss would make sure of that.

[drbtinglecannon]

Hector and Elincia for the ask game?

Oh man two of my absolute favs

Hector

Ok so for Hector -- him, Eliwood, Lyn, & Florina I really love as a polycule haha. Back when I first played FE7 like a billion years ago I was extremely ride-or-die HectorxFlorina & EliwoodxLyn, but eventually I was like "....But HectorxEliwood & LynxFlorina are too perfect what with each pair being childhood friends, the opposite personalities, and having size differences, and together the duos make the ideal mlm wlw solidarity/hostility scenario", and I have been exposed to some pretty good HectorxLyn fanart which is honestly a funny dynamic, and I read a EliwoodxFlorina fic a million years ago that I'm sure no longer exists but the idea of them as the exasperated gentle mediators for this entire thing is cute, plus H/E/L have excellent OT3 vibes, so after a certain point I just started liking all 4 together in some variation.

So all of that nonsense sorted, in order of favs for Hector it goes Eliwood, Florina, Lyn, but I just like them all together.

Elincia

So Elincia is tough cuz on the one hand I really like her with Lucia even tho they were raised as foster siblings, and on the other hand that's the biggest reason I hate her and Geoffrey together haha. Honestly I do just like Lucia as a char way more than Geoffrey, cuz she feels like she has more growth and depth than just blind devotion to Elincia, whereas Geoffrey kind of only has that going on and it's really boring imo. Also she's extremely attractive haha

I did once like the crack ship Elincia x Tibarn solely cuz of their interactions in FE10 and there were a couple really good fics about them way way back in the day, but I'm very much not into that one anymore haha.

And while Elincia x Ike was kinda cute in FE9, almost all the chemistry they had was a result of the localization (which definitely dampened my feelings for it knowing it wasn't originally supposed to be read so romantically), and by FE10 they kind of acted like strangers which disappointed me cuz their friendship in 9 was truly lovely.

Also I don't ship her with Pelleas (even tho they might've been an interesting match given their personalities) but I do wish we got to see more interactions between them back when he was still king, or even between her and Soren given their parentage.

From this ask!

[ot3-watch]

Episode 2: The Homecoming Job

How does he make seven dollars a day that doesn’t seem remotely accurate

WHAT DO THEY GOTTA DO MAN? WhAT DO THEY HAVE TO DO?

This was so skeevy. DId he get shot up by accident? Did the Castleman guys just start shooting? Like what?

This poor Doctor. She’s so great, but she really should not have said “that’s not the way the world works.” That seems like such a challenge.

This is what I mean about the continuity confusion! Why would Hardison have to call them if Leverage was set up at the end of the last episode????

Sophie’s acting in the commercial audition wasn’t terrible. Weird for an audition, but not terrible.

Eliot’s so unfazed by having a gun pointed at him, I love it.

You don’t even SEE Parker I can’t

I don’t like stuff. I like MONEY

“I’m not gonna tell a couple of known thieves what i did with a multi million dollar payout” you so smart eliot

ARE WE NOT GONNA MENTION THAT HARDISON IS UBER ARTISTICALLY TALENTED

Parker’s so excited by mundane office stuff it’s adorable

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT IT NOT SEEMING LIKE ENOUGH MONEY FOR THIS WHOLE SETUP? 

Eliot’s face at the sports. Hardison building stuff for him from day 1 it’s adorable

IT’S A VERY DISTINCTIVE SOUND!!! I LOVE IT!! SO IT BEGINS

I love how it all starts out so simple, just get the money it’s fine, and then they always end up like… toppling the entire corrupt system.  

Where did Parker’s shower cap go in later episodes? Like… she’s a thief. The need for a leather shower cap likely would not disappear…

SOPHIE’S DRESS I LOVE IT

...It disgusts me that they can buy congressmen AND IT”S NOT EVEN ILLEGAL!!! 

LIKE I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY LOBBYING AND LARGE SUM CAMPAIGN DONATIONS ARE LEGAL

How does Eliot just… know what words have the necessary sounds?? How is he so smart? HOW IS THIS MAN A THING I’M IN LOVE

“Oh, there they are. Really loud too” I love her in this episode

I think Castleman is one of the WORST groups they’ve gone up against. Not in terms of like, bad for TV, but just in terms of them being super evil. The stolen money, the attempted murder, and things always feel even more disgusting when you include army contracters. 

OH WAIT I UNDERSTAND WHY HE WAS SHOT I REMEMBER OKAY IT MAKES SENSE IT’S FINE

Did… Did Perry just grope Sophie? Are we going to just ignore that? 

So, do docs and nurses really wear crocs that much? I thought good supportive sneakers would be more common

AVENGING ELIOT TO THE RESCUE!!

… where did nate just randomly find a defibrillator. 

IT’S A VERY DISTINCTIVE STYLE

“...I actually hurt people… so…”

I FUCKING LOVE ELIOT SPENCER

I’m sorry, I doubt you’re reading these posts for endless heart eyes for eliot, but THAT’S JUST HOW I FEEL

SPEAKING OF HOW DOES HE LOOK SO HOT IN A DISHEVELED WHITE BUTTON DOWN

Sophie already trying to stop Nate’s drinking. Why did they just… forget to address it later? Like when he falls off the wagon in S2, no one cares anymore. 

HOW IS SOPHIE SO PRETTY

Nate’s accent is terrible. Why is all their accent work terrible? WHAT DIALECT IS THAT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE

“Those are the same signs your wife is cheating on you” Or… just the signs that someone is trying to hide something from you? Like in general??

I always feel bad about the congressman’s cancelled wood panels until i remember how he got them and the lives at stake so he can have a nice house. It’s so icky

This whole law thing is so clever but is that really how it works?

I love that Hardison is already in love with Parker. I love it. 

...The only difference between Sophie and a politician is Sophie doesn’t have the authority but makes up for it with having a moral code.

“I’m sorry it’s too far away for you to punch I’m sure that really frustrates you” I fucking LOVE HIM

What’s a better ship? The OT3 or Parker/Money?

...And another IYS reference. Should I start a tally? How many episodes they mention Nate’s past with IYS or Nate’s past with Sam? How many times they show that fucking Sam clip? I’m gonna start doing that at the end I think.

“WHat is it like a creepy contest?” CUE PARKER HEART EYES I CAN’T I LOVE THEM

Is the money story real? Like did the money transfer really happen? Because it sounds like it could be real, like i wouldn’t put it past them, but i really hope its not

... So I looked it up and there’s much more money in cash per person. Nate’s full of shit. (Or the writers just got bad info but I like blaming Nate more)

Why does this security guy look like a john cena wannabe i hate it

NATE AND SOPHIE’S DiSTRACTION IS INCREDIBLE. Can you imagine if they were a real couple though, and the guard was that fucking rude to them?

ELIOT’S HAPLESS SECURITY GUARD IS SO FUKING CUTE IM DEAD

What’s a better ship, Parker/Money or Parker/Explosions

WHY IS THE CONGRESSMAN WEARING A WHOLE ASS TUXEDO???

… Knowing what I know about black men and cops… why the fuck would they have Hardison driving the truck? I’m just saying that seems like a real easy and VERY AVOIDABLE way of getting him killed. 

ALTHOUGH THIS IS THE FUNNIEST HARDISON SCENE

“This is about my eth-ni-ti-city? It’s because I’m Jewish?” AS A JEW THIS MADE ME DIE LAUGHING. I COMPLETELY LOST IT THE FIRST TIME I HEARD AND IT STILL MAKES ME CRACK UP!!!!

HE’S JUST SO FUCKING FUNNY

“JUSt cause a brother likes matzah ball soup? What’s wrong with that? Sammy Davis?” I CANNOT

ELIOT IN THICK RIMMED NERD GLASSES I LOVE IT

… why did they.. Not check the container number??? I’m so confused?? WHY ARE THEY SO STUPID???

The PR stunt they’re trying to pull right now… sleazy slimy

They switched the order of the accusations… like… 

“We’re gonna lead with Crap.” politicians always do

...Technically, the money is stolen? Like… I’m not gonna say they don’t deserve it? But… it’s technically stolen

ELIOT HAS SO MUCH RESPECT FOR PERRY BECAUSE HE WAS ALMOST HIM

I’M CRYING DON’T LOOK AT ME

“One more” ELIOT YOU SOFTIE

“I bought a plant” PARKER YOU SOFTIE

“What does it do?” YOU’LL FIND OUT

The cherry red tesla is so over the top i hate it. I hate sports cars though so like

OKAY SO FINAL EPISODE THOUGHTS: 7/10. Characterization was much better. They seemed like more human people. Points off for Castleman becausE as gross as it is to kill people through negligence for money, it’s so much grosser to ACTIVELY murder them for money WHILE PRETENDING TO BE A LEGITIMATE BUSINESS AND HAVE GOVERNEMNT ASSHOLES IN ON IT LIKE I’M SO FUCKING DISGUSTED. Added points for the HUMAN HEART EYES EMOJI THAT IS ELIOT SPENCER. Points off for Perry kind of assaulting sophie AND FUCKING GETTING AWAY WITH IT. Added points for Parker being adorable. THis was one of the episodes that put me on the fence about her when i wa not in love with her. 

IYS count: 2/2 Sam reference count: 2/2 (for the children’s hospital donation in the beginning) 

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[ID - A sketch of a young Din Djarin from the side wearing red clothes and a human child-sized egg. Din’s right hand is reaching out toward the egg. The top of the egg is cracked off and a  baby mythosaur head is pocking out. The mythosaur looks like a brown, long-necked dinosaur with small tusks.]

AU where mythosaurs make telepathic bonds and Din accidentally bonds with one pre-Seperatist attack on Aq Vetina and then, idk, the Mando who originally saved him becomes a co-parent with Din’s parents and maybe they become an OT3 or something and then the 4 of them all escape when he Separatists attack. Idk, I’m just dreaming here, and I also read way too much Dragonriders of Pern as a child. The egg is a little proportionally small but anyway.

Snippet below (you can read my other snippets with sketches here on AO3)

Din was playing by himself today. It wasn’t that he didn’t like playing with the other kids, but sometimes they were too loud and he just wanted to play somewhere quiet. He’d wandered off near to the base of the small mountain near the village and was hopping from rock to rock, pretending he couldn’t walk on the sand.

He made a tricky jump, landing with one foot on a small, loose rock before lunging for a big rock and grabbing it with both hands, scrambling to the top. He grinned to himself triumphantly.

He had stood up on top of the rock and was about to make a leap for the next one when he heard a strange tapping noise. It sounded kind of weird. Not like metal hitting wood, or wood hitting wood, or any other things he’d ever heard tapping together.

It seemed to be coming from the other side of another, bigger rock that he hadn’t been planning to try climbing because it was too steep. He jumped down, game forgotten, and creeped around to look.

There, sitting wedged up against a crack in the rock was... a round white thing. It kind of looked like maybe an egg, but huge. Suddenly it rocked again, all by itself, and Din startled, running around the edge of the rock until he couldn’t see it anymore.

He listened to the tap, tap, tap for a few moments before peaking around at it again. Was it hatching?

It wasn’t really doing anything except shaking a bit, so far. Din walked closer and put a hand on it, feeling the strange bumpy texture of it.

At his touch, the egg began to rock more, tapping harder against the rock behind it until there was a crack. Din took his hand back, but quickly looked over the top of the egg to see what had happened. It had tapped hard enough that some of the shell had broken, and he could see a narrow, scaley nose peaking through.

Once the nose was out, he heard a strange squeaking and then an exhausted explosion of breath, the creature hooked its flat teeth on the edge of the cracked shell and then just breathed for a long moment.

It was tired, Din thought. He looked around and saw a fist sized rock with some sharp edges and lifted it in his hand. He looked back at the egg and felt an urgency. The egg needed to break and he needed to eat and...

The thoughts didn’t make any sense, but the urgency behind them didn’t let Din stop and think. He hefted the rock and brought one of the sharp edges down on the egg, again and again and again until the top had cracked open and the creature’s head was free and Din stumbled back in surprise, dropping the rock.

Oh, he thought, it’s a Mandalorian lizard.

Everyone on Aq Vetina knew there were Mandalorians living somewhere around, but they didn’t interact with them much. Din had sometimes seen a lone Mandalorian with their lizard walking from the space port and off into the brush, but he’d never seen one of them up close before.

Din reached out a finger to it and heard a voice. Hello.

“Hello?” he said, looking around.

Here.

Din looked back at the Mandalorian lizard.

A feeling of amusement. I’m a mythosaur, not a lizard silly.

“Hey!” Din heard a shout behind him and whirled around.

Standing at the edge of the cliff was a Mandalorian, their... mythosaur next to them, dwarfing them in height. The mythosaur leaped down first and then the Mandalorian’s jet pack flared and they jumped down too, landing a bit away from Din and the mythosaur.

Tell him I’m hungry!

Suddenly, Din too felt extremely hungry, hungrier than he could remember being in his whole life.

Din blurted out, “She says she’s hungry!”

The Mandalorian seemed to pause, then sighed. “Come, then,” he said, holding out a hand.