#I swear I'll draw more for this au again not sure when but I will!

[nevertheless-moving]

Continued from this au, where Kaladin gets strung up for a highstorm instead of thrown in prison during Words of Radiance, inspired by @gnecrognomicon

"The King ordered-"

Adolin rolled his eyes. "I am the King's cousin, you seriously believe I would go against his word and cut this man free? In front of a crowd of witnesses?" His tone somehow grew even haughtier the longer he talked.

"Now step back, I said l will speak with him alone."

The guards reluctantly moved away, and the prince stepped close enough that Kaladin could hear his low whisper.

"Say the word and I'll cut you free."

Kaladin blinked, looking at Adolin. He saw only open sincerity.

"...You're serious," Kaladin said.

"Sureblood is a minute's gallop away. I know you're not comfortable on horses, but a Rhysadium is different, he would never throw someone against my wishes. His saddlebags are already packed with a month's supply of food, not to mention enough bromes to hire passage on any ship in any port."

"Ship?" Kaladin asked, bewildered, but the princeling just kept going.

"We can make it to a stable in the outercamps before the stormwall hits. The moment the riddens start, we'll be gone - most won't be able to get their mounts out as early as us."

"Us?"

"Of course, they won't dare to shoot if I'm in the saddle, and anyway Sureblood wouldn't ride without me. I'll return once I see you safe to a port, there will be a punishment but -"

"Brightlord-" Kaladin said quietly. He was sure his expression was doing something strange. Hopefully the guards wouldn't read too much into it.

"Oh! A copy of your writ of freedom is also in the saddlebags - and your Horneater cook packed the meals! And when I say I packed enough bromes to hire a ship, I meant emeralds. You could buy a ship. You'd never have to work a day in your life, if you didn't want."

"Princeling, this is very -"

"Renarin will look after your men until I return, he won't let Elhokar or any of the Highprinces touch them, I swear. I wasn't able to get a spanreed, not without Aunt Navani noticing, but you should be able to hire one easily enough- I'll support your men in leaving the camps, it -"

"Adolin."

The prince finally stopped.

Kaladin took a deep breath, willing himself not to pull in stormlight to help with his throbbing headache. "I appreciate your willingness, I really do."

And he did, to his surprise. He was oddly touched by how much thought the brightlord had clearly put into the escape attempt. This wasn't a spur of the moment idea. Not to mention, there would no gain in it for Adolin, and quite a lot of risk.

"We can do it," Adolin said desperately. "Ten heartbeats and you'll be free. I can even get the soulcast manacle off completely, once we stop and rest, weaken it with -"

Kaladin laughed, the sound shocking Adolin into quiet again, the sound shocking even himself.

"I'll be alright, princeling." He smiled slightly, despite himself. "But thank you. Sorry to waste all your planning."

Adolin narrowed his eyes. "You swear it? This isn't a dramatic suicide attempt, after your earlier, equally dramatic ones failed?"

"I already decided against that, ages ago."

For some reason, the prince didn't seem comforted. The lines around his eyes tightened further.

"Your vow," he insisted.

Kaladin hesitated a moment, and he could see Adolin's right hand twitching to the side.

"I'm not going to promise I won't die," he said, exasperated. "You're a soldier, you know that there's no guarantees. I could get unlucky."

He lacked the delirious, instinctive confidence he felt last time he went into the storm. But he could feel the cool press of spheres, each from a different one of his men, sewn to the inside of his shirt by Hobber. So much more than last highstorm.

It had been difficult to breathe, in the worst of the tumult, but he also had a much better grasp on his powers this time, thanks to training with Sigzil, Rock, and Lopen. He should be able to draw in more than enough.

"I have...better reason then most to believe I'll survive this. I'll be alright. I'm not running."

Syl stood next to Adolin's shoulder. She had listened to the whole speech with thinly veiled wonder. Even though he knew she would be devastated if he broke his oath to flee, she had gasped and looked pleadingly at the mention of a ship. Kaladin smiled at her.

The prince glanced suspiciously at the air next to him, then started visibly.

Syl, in girlish form, giggled, sticking out her tongue, then turned into a ribbon of light, moving straight at the prince, causing him to blink as his yellow and black hair was shifted softly in the breeze.

She made a ring around Kaladins head, then zipped up, joining her cousins playing in the eddies above, the winds just beginning to pick up, sky growing dark.

It wouldn't be long now.

Adolin watched her go with a curious expression, then cocked his head at Kaladin.

"Stormblessed, huh?"

Kaladin just shrugged in reply. Well, he tried to anyway. The chains didn't have much give.

"Adolin, I gave my word that I'd see this through."

Adolin finally slumped, stepping back.

"Your men didn't think you'd run either. This still isn't right even if you do have... something on your side."

Kaladin didn't try and shrug again.

#stormlight archive #words of radiance #stormlight fanfic #adolin kholin #stormlight au #nevertheless cosmere #stone soup #stormlight au no 20

[thewinterpillarhashira]

I'm back from the dead with no quality at all creations!‼️😘

someone better take ALL my drawing apps away from me or else I'll be making a whole ass summoning ritual.

"why are you like thi--" please don't ask. I don't know why either 😔

I swear I'll be drawing something sane soon...I just needa do thingz to keep me from losing my remaining brain cells.

on a sidenote; no, I don't hate akari. I very much love her actually! so much so that I'm willing to kill her off at any given moment<3

the ocs were not randomised. they're just my cherished 6 cuz they were my first moots;

@muitsuri ily, no questions asked. (precisely the reason why her and riri has the same linear color LMAOOO) 💕

@axolotl321 I ENJOYED DRAWING UR OC. I love the simplicity 💕

@tokito-dulya20 ur oc. I. love. ur. oc. BUT I DONT THINK I GOT THE DESIGN RIGHT..IM SO SORRY 😭

@silliestsakura urs had me the most conflicted, to say the least..i BALLED when I realized that the sketch from ur oc's school au didn't have a colour palette. the jawdrop dawned on me when it was too late and there was no more backing down..

@kiyokatokito AUAGAHAGA I WASNT SURE WHAT THE CURRENT COLORING WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CUZ THE OFFICIAL DESIGN HADNT BEEN RELEASED YET FOR AS FAR AS IM AWARE BUT--i just went f it and based it off @tokito-dulya20's artwork..

@cloudymistedskies I love mari, but I am NEVER drawing clouds ever again..(that's an exaggeration ofc, just for u I will)

yes, I drew all of this... monstrosity.

oh, and the reference used? .. i’m pretty sure that joke is well known, isn’t it? that one grave pic w a bunch of shtheads—

whoever would steal this? it's goofy as hell 😭

#❄️ 𝐫𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢⎯⎯ #❄️✏️⎯⎯ #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #original character #demon slayer oc #demon slayer x oc #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kimetsu no yaiba x oc #kny #kny oc #ds #kny oc art #demon slayer oc art #i think i got possessed by a demon #thats what compelled me to do this #send help

[moralesmilesanhour]

after seeing the Star Wars x atsv drawing I think it would be cool if you wrote miles x reader but Star Wars themed. :) if you can. Maybe they like play fight with lightsabers even though that probs wouldn’t end well

star wars au!miles x reader

A/N: warning. i do not know how sword fights of any kind work...but i don't think the star wars films do either lmao so bare with me please <3 also Miles is a bit more...rambunctious? in this one than I usually write him? so enjoy that maybe

(he may also be a little OP here ngl JUST A LITTLE but I still feel like this is at least somewhat in-character).

semi-inspired by that training scene between anakin and obi-wan!

"I almost had it!"

Miles' voice echoed as he paced around the now-empty training room. You leaned against a wall, watching him with an amused grin. "I swear, bro, Pav tripped me 'cuz he knew I was about to beat him."

"I'm a little more concerned that you let a rookie catch you lackin' like that," you laughed. "He's been here, what, like six months?"

Miles spun around to face you with his arms crossed, though there was no malice in his expression. "And you been here what, three years? But I still whoop yo' ass every time we duel."

You tilted your head. "Is that a challenge, Morales?"

That tell-tale grin spread across his features - the same one that made an appearance whenever he was the only youngling in the classroom with his hand raised.

"I dunno, Y/N. Is it?"

You got off the wall and stepped slowly toward the center of the room.

Unhooking the hilt of your lightsaber from your belt, you replied, "I needed a little dummy practice."

The saber hummed to life as soon as you toggled the switch, its blade glowing a brilliant blue as you began to circle your opponent.

Miles did the same, only he tossed the hilt in his hand like a drumstick first, flipping the switch using the Force instead for added showmanship before getting into position. His blade shone a vital green.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'."

He lunged into action as soon as the words left his mouth, swinging with gusto. His lightsaber crashed against yours, already having been raised in defense. You pushed him a couple feet away with a grunt.

"Miles, you're too-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Miles began swinging wildly with rapid rotations of his arm, and you were parrying several attacks on either side of you. Just as he was about to deliver a finishing blow, you got down and slid across the smooth floor beneath his arm to create more distance, and leapt to your feet once more.

"You're too aggressive," you said breathlessly as he began to circle you this time. "You're gonna tire yourself out, lose stamina. Lose accuracy, too."

Miles snorted.

"You sure it's me who needs stamina?"

He punctuated the sentence with a quick spin of his blade before attacking again. But this time, you ducked and it sliced empty air.

Once on the ground, you tried shooting out a leg and swinging it, but you were not as quick as Pavitr. Miles hopped over it with ease.

"Worth a shot," you grunted as you got rose up again and parried another attack.

"Oh, you think you funny, now?"

While he was distracted, you stepped forward and swung with all your might, knocking Miles' lightsaber out of his hand and sending it flying to the other side of the room. He promptly lost his balance and fell backward. When he remained there, nearly out of breath, you smiled triumphantly.

"Yup."

The smile soon fell from your face when you realized that Miles did not say 'yield'.

"Well I'm about to be hilarious."

He kicked his leg in a circle just as you had, forcing you to stay on defense and back away. This gave him ample time to get back on his feet.

You raised your arm in an attempt to attack, but Miles grabbed your wrist and stopped it mid-air. Like a ballroom dance, he used it to spin around and elbowed you in the lower back with enough force to shove you, but not enough for it to hurt. Caught by surprise, you couldn't turn to face him in time.

Your lightsaber was ripped out of your hand by the Force. Miles caught it, and suddenly your own blade was at your neck before you could blink.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, Y/N."

His warm breath hit your ear as he spoke. There was a smile in his words, reassuring you that he meant no real harm.

He deactivated the weapon, and pressed the hilt back into your palm. You turned to face him, thoroughly impressed.

"Shit, Morales, why can't you do that in training? They probably would've moved you up a level already!"

No longer in battle mode, Miles sheepishly scratched the nape of his neck. "I dunno, might get into trouble for that one."

"You're still too aggressive, though," you remarked, re-attaching the hilt of your lightsaber to your belt. "No defense whatsoever."

Miles rolled his eyes and started to make his way towards the training room's entrance with you following close behind.

"Yeah, yeah, you're just sayin' that 'cuz you lost!"

"I won until you decided to play dirty! Not very Jedi-like of you, Morales."

"Tell me about what Jedi do and don't do when you can lift a plate off the table."

"...Touche."

#miles morales x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales fic #atsv x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #moralesanhour #requests

[thornsnvultures]

I Spy: Chained

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

cw: mob au, Bucky being a pervy daddy, ~500 words

a/n: written for @the-slumberparty , using this opportunity to have fun and write without weighing myself down with unfair expectations with what my writing has to be 😩

"Are these real diamonds? Bucky-,"

He tries to silence you with a kiss and fuck if it doesn't almost work. His lips are a warm, soft contrast to the stubble that surrounds them and as they trail up the exposed length of your neck your brain goes fuzzy. No, focus!

"Bucky, it's too much." His hands grip tighter around your waist and his nose nudges that spot just behind your ear. You're not sure anymore if you're talking about the necklace or his constant touches.

"It's never too much, darling. You're worth it and so, so much more."

Those lips press more kisses into your skin that trail down across the tops of your shoulders, pushing the delicate strap of your evening gown away when it impeads his progress. You're surprised he doesn't tear the offending strip of fabric from your garment for daring to get in his way. It wouldn't be the first time he took matters into his own hands when the world kept you from him.

"Besides," you feel his lips against your ear again, "the matching earring won't shine as brightly on their own."

"Bucky..."

"Now, hush. We're running late and unless you want a reminder on what happens to little girls who don't follow my rules again, you'll finish getting ready."

Heat rushes to your cheeks and your skin feels hot at the memory of thick leather cuffs binding your wrists and ankles.

If you were allowed to wear panties they would for sure be soaked by now, instead your slick coats the inside of your thick thighs as you watch Bucky adjust his cufflinks.

Quickly, you slide the strap of your dress back in place and take the delicate teardrop earrings from their resting place in the velvet box on your vanity.

Bucky watches you in the mirror as you put them on. The hunger on his face is clear. If this event wasn't so important for the family business, you wouldn't be going anywhere tonight.

"How do I look?"

"Like perfection." Bucky approaches you, eyeing you up and down as he brushes the backs of his fingers down your arm. His rings makes you shiver, the cold metal raising goosebumps across you skin and drawing more heat between your thighs, your core fluttering picturing him using those fingers on you in the backseat of his luxury sedan. You swear there's never a moment when his aren't on you, whether in reality or in your memories. Thoughts of them, their warmth, their strength, plague you throughout the day.

"We need to go before I this dress winds up on the floor."

"I was about to say the same thing."

Bucky closes his eyes and his jaw clenches, clearly working to restrain himself.

"We'll make it quick I promise."

"I'll hold you to it."

A slow, cocky smirk spreads across your husband's face, "I'll give you something to hold when we get to the car."

#bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes drabble #navy and roo sleepover #my fics #bucky barnes mob!au

[bloomribbon]

TLDR: goofy ahh me wants to write a D-Structs a redemption arc/redeemed D-Structs au because I'm bored rn

(Some swearing warning I guess?)

I don't know why but why do I feel like I want to make an au/fanfic of D-Structs having a redemption arc???

I'm not that good at writing especially when it comes to au and stuff but for some reason I have the sudden urge to make this ridiculous, silly, makes no sense, goofy ahh au ((aight here's the actual answer: because I'm bored and I kinda wanna write this au))

(Just a reminder this is based off my own opinion sooo uhhh yeah-)

D-Structs doesn't really show that much any redeeming qualities throughout the show, the only moments that *in my eyes* where D-Structs isn't all "grrrr I must get rid off Ty or Skrap-itt you dumbass grrrrrrr" or at least just being somewhat decent are:

1. Letting Skrap-itt keep the bit that he stole from Ton-Ton in that one episode which unfortunately, a scrapadactyl stole it :((((

2. Asking Skrap-itt if he was alright after getting struck by lightning (D-Structs expression looks somewhat concerned but quickly switches back to his usual angry expression when he told him to get back to work)

3. Carrying Skrap-itt and putting him on his tread instead of throwing him or stomping on him for trying to guess what their next plan is

(There might be more?? Idk I should probably rewatch the show just in case)

Third was the only moment that I consider as D-Structs being kinda decent or not mean to poor ol skrap-itt

EDIT:

The three moments I just mentioned: I'm no expert on writing but three "not mean I guess" moments isn't welllll enough to get a redemption arc(at least to me)

So IF I am writing this au, I'll give D-structs more "redeeming qualities", again, I'm not good at writing but I will try my best

I know, I know, the drawing is lazy and I'm bad at drawing t-truxs lol, I lost motivation to make a drawing that has effort put into it so that's why it's lazily drawn

Aight seriously, a part of me doesn't want to write a redeemed D-Structs au but the other half of me is like "I NEED TO WRITE IT"

Maaaaaaaaybeeeee I might or maaaaaaaybe I won't, I'm not too sure XDD sorry if my grammar is a bit off, English isn't my native language

#dinotrux

[bojangos]

hello i would like to hear about your “jaster never adopted jango” analysis

(LOVE your jaster art. im also inhaling crumbs)

(thank you for the compliment!!! I want to draw more of him sometime.  perhaps from one of the many ‘jaster lives’ aus i’ve seen lmao)

Alright here we go gamers. strap in i'll try to organize my thoughts coherently.

It all comes back to "The Mandalorian: Season 2, Chapter 14", where Boba gets his armor back and shows Din his chain code to prove it belongs to him. Din's immediate reaction is "your father was a foundling", which seems to raise Din's opinion of Boba (but that's. another thing altogether lmao).

So this establishes that, not only was Jango a Mandalorian, but that he was specifically a foundling. Okay, what does this mean?

Foundlings, as portrayed in The Mandalorian, were kids from outside of the clans who were rescued and brought into the fold. They were raised by the clan until they could be 'reunited with their own kind' or came of age, where they could choose to swear the creed, or leave. Jango could not be returned to his family, since they were all killed, so Jaster raised him as a foundling, and we can guess based on the fact Jango's still running around in beskar'gam twenty years later, he swore in. HOWEVER.

Being raised as a foundling is different than being adopted! Foundlings raised in Din's covert were not part of the Clans, but if they swore the creed, they could go on to form their own (re: din and grogu forming Clan Mudhorn).

Okay, what does this have to do with Jango and Jaster? Once again, we wheel back to the scene where Boba shows Din his chain code. Remember, Din takes one look at this, and knows automatically that Jango was a foundling:

(source, a translation of Boba's chain code).

The most notable part here is that it lists Jango as Boba's father, but Jaster as Jango's mentor. The "Mentor/Father" distinction is key to my theory here lmao.

We know that Mandalorian's have a proclivity for adoption, but it seems to be limited to children of other Mandalorians, and that 'new blood' like foundlings are less likely to be adopted and typically form their own clans instead. Another source for this theory actually comes straight from the OG "Open Seasons" comic that goes over Jango's backstory and formally introduces Jaster.

(pictured; Frames from Jango Fett: Open Seasons, Volume 2. Montross is essentially harrassing Jango for “not really being Jaster’s son”.  Also of note: normally I hesitate to source Open Seasons because so much of it is outdated lore, or downright racist or misogynistic, but. We’re going back to the beginning here)

This comic was published before a lot of the existing lore on Mandalorians was established (re: the “Republic Commando” Novels by Karen Traviss), but if we take it in that context, Montross saying Jango isn’t “really” Jaster’s son implies that Jango hasn’t been adopted, that the gai bal manda (mandalorian adoption vow) hasn’t been said.  Adopted children ordinarily have no difference in standing, and typically no distinction is made between adopted and biological children, so Montross saying Jango isn’t Jaster’s son - I’m inclined to believe Montross.

(though Montross does later get Jaster killed in this issue so lmao.  He’s trying to needle Jango here - and I’m sure Jango himself might’ve questioned why Jaster hadn’t adopted him).

If Jaster never adopted Jango, this could be why in The Clone Wars, Season 2, Episode 12: The Mandalore Plot, Prime Minister Almec states: “Jango Fett was a common Bounty Hunter -- How he got that armor is beyond me”.   (This was apparently very controversial when this episode came out - saying Jango wasn’t a Mandalorian after all? In Meta, the reasoning was that the Mandalorians should be more than a mercenary company).  

If Jaster never adopted Jango, this could be reason why Jango was not part of Mandalore’s records.  Then again, Din’s name was apparently listed in a registry on Mandalore proper, so another question is: why isn’t Jango listed there? I have a few options:

1: Jango’s presumed death upon starting the Kamino Contract meant he was removed from any registries.

2: Jango’s earlier presumed death after Galidraan (and his subsequent time in slavery) meant he was removed from the registries.

3: Jaster’s Death on Korda IV meant Jango was removed from the records, since his Mentor died (kind of a stretch, since Jango seems to have already sworn the Resol’nare at this point).

4: Concord Dawn kept it’s own registries (possible, but unlikely, given Din was registered on Mandalore after being in the ass end of the galaxy (sorry, Aq Ventina)).

Anyway, Jango’s mandalorian status nonwithstanding, this doesn’t entirely explain why Jaster wouldn’t have just adopted Jango, since Jaster is well aware there is no one for Jango to go back to. So why didn’t he? I have another couple thoughts!

1: The funnier, albeit less likely (in my opinion) is that Jaster couldn’t legally adopt Jango because he is technically a convicted murderer (re: the republic commando novels, Jaster was exiled from Concord Dawn after murdering a fellow Journeyman Protector for corruption - likely Jaster caught him in the act of some Nasty Things and he was compelled by his own moral code to kill him).  Even mandalorian’s i’m sure have legal statues against letting ‘violent criminals’ formally adopt children (though the Foundling loophole clearly still stands lmao.  Also, as Mand’alor, i’m sure Jaster could just.  Adopt anyway aklsdjflkasdj)

2: More likely in my opinion, is that Jaster didn’t adopt Jango out of respect for Jango’s old family.  If an old friend died suddenly and you took in their kid, you wouldn’t want to replace them as the kid’s parent, right?

Jango was about ten years old when his parent’s were killed by Death Watch - plenty old to remember them fondly, recognize them as his ‘only parents’, and certainly old enough to get hostile with anyone who tries to replace them.  I’m sure this isn’t uncommon among mandalorians or foundlings, so Jaster may have recognized the potential hostility and was extremely clear on not replacing his parents.

(pictured: clip from Jango Fett: Open Seasons, Volume 1 showing Jango’s father leaving food out for a ‘beggar’. Someone  somewhere once used the name Cassius for Jango’s father, and it’s what I use - gotta inject a KOTOR reference somwhere, right?).

Jango’s father was covering for Jaster when Death Watch came knocking - He trusted Jaster enough to leave out food and put his family at risk for Jaster’s sake.  It’s entirely possible they grew up together on Concord Dawn, or, barring that, were close friends as they were both Journeymen Protectors.  He’s still covering for Jaster even as he’s beaten within an inch of his life in front of his family. 

(Pictured: Poor Dad Fett getting beat up while Death Watch threatens to kill him in front of Jango.  Dad says he Hasn’t seen Jaster since he was exiled.)

This is all to say, beyond the ordinary treatment of foundling’s it’s entirely possible Jaster didn’t want to adopt Jango, as doing so would remove one of Jango’s only remaining connections to family - Jango is a Fett first and foremost, and adopting him into Clan Mereel would remove him from that. (the Fett clan is old as hell, predating the Vizsla’s, but that’s another sidebar lmao).

Also super minor, but.  What kind of kid calls their parent by their first name? lmao.

In summary: Din’s reaction to Boba’s Chain code implies that Jango wasn’t adopted, and ye olde Open Season’s Comics support this in various ways - from Montross’ dialogue to Jaster’s relationship with Jango’s family.  Even if he wasn’t fomally adopted, Jaster and Jango recognized each other as family and the respect that came with it.

I’ll leave you with my favorite frame from Open Seasons, lmao.  baby jango you are so cute 

#jaster mereel #jango fett #star wars theory #jango fett open seasons #the mandalorian #jaster didn't adopt jango #but that doesn't mean he wasn't jango's dad #yknow? lmao #long post #bo speaks #jaster </3 #bojangos #look i sat down and thought about it and realized hey how did din know jango was a foundling

[alectricblue]

for the good omens ask game! 1, 11, 14, 16, 23!

ty for asking so many things!!

1. When did you first watch/discover Good Omens, and how did you find out about it? Back in 2019, Tumblr was suddenly flooded with Good Omens S1 gifs, and everyone was talking about it being queer, so I got curious and watched it. I loved it instantly

11. What is (if you read) your favorite type of human au for Good Omens? (ex. coffee shop au, surgeons au, plant store au) I don't usually go for human AUs/versions of fantasy characters/monsters, but I won't say no to a fic with a good enough premise (and/or smut), so I've read a few The specific one I love atm is the streamer AU 'And They Were Streamers' by ghostrat. I was obsessed with Twitch for a while about a year ago, so this is like a mix of two of my most recent fixations But for a more general type of AU... I don't really have a fave, as long as you make at least one of them trans I'm cool with almost any human AU (except high school or college related AUs, or any with fankids)

14. What is your favorite Good Omens-coded song? Oh god that's difficult, there's so many I'll say 'Origin Of Love' by MIKA bc that was one of the first songs I added to my old GO playlist in 2019 (and it's the first song on my current one) and in it he compares their love to (and says it's better than) Adam and Eve Oh and calls the devil a slut

16. Do you know anyone irl who has also watched Good Omens? Ofc, I forced everyone around me to watch it /hj. My parents, my brother, and my aunt and her girlfriend. They all loved it and immediately asked when will we get S3 Oh also a random girl at work. I told her after she told me that she had watched it that I had dressed up as Crowley and she was... confused? Weirded out? Unimpressed? Not sure, she just stared at me lmao

23. What's a Good Omens headcanon that you consider canon? I'll say a few: - Aziraphale hooking up with Oscar Wilde. Crowley being friends with Freddie Mercury - Crowley accidentally influencing artists to write songs/stories about him and Aziraphale - Aziraphale fucks and is a soft dom - Aziraphale having a lot of drawings of Crowley hidden in the bookshop And I swear I have more, but I can't think of any rn

thank you again!

#ask game #answered #midnights-dragon

[108garys]

✨Fashion✨

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @mistmoose @lonnitamongus @oblivious-troll-main Thank you very much for participating with your character suggestions, I've put them all together so this post isn't a mile long and will put them individually under cut

The categories were 1:dress/skirt & 2:pants(leg holes✨), I figured those parameters would make it simpler if it cut down the amount of options per character and rather than asking people I thought "hey I'll leave it to fate"(would you have chosen differently?)

At anyrate time to judge my fashion sense 😁

First up salim! The scarf/shawl type thing is a grey blue with gold roses and that just seemed fitting for him

Secondly Conrad, those pants are redde irl and this rainbow tie dye shawl is one of my faves and I figured these colours are as loud as he is

Apparently I didn't feel like drawing Anthony's hands(there will be a bit of that😅)but I swear I had that same haircut around that age too(and similar colour)

I feel like some mistakes were made with Dar from a technical standpoint, this why I didn't use the pens for the rest of this but I hope you like it anyhow

I knew immediately what I wanted to do when older megan(from any of my aus) was suggested, sometimes you just need a pop of colour

Now for Jason I really wanted to demonstrate how flowy this dress was and also how throwing in a bright colour can still have a similar effect despite how different this is from the last

Now for Jamie I hope I did well picking colours that work with her hair(also I'm sure a pattern is forming by now lol)

For Erin I went with something a little more formal, the top is actually the same one from Conrad's outfit and I really liked this tinny dot of colour in a black/white outfit

The red pants return for Alex, I'll admit he did take me the longest to style but I think it turned out well enough

For Clarice I immediately thought two things, sleeveless and "she'd look cool in that hooded vest" and I hope you agree

Tanya is posed like that because the hair clip is an important part of the look, the bracelet was supposed to match and I like how the necklace works with the neckline of the dress and the overall lines of the outfit(again the dress is floral but I feel like the vibe is communicated regardless)

Last but not least is Nick Kay in grey, I liked doing this, I liked not knowing who is draw or what I'd draw them in, I loved the actual styling and over all I'd say 10/10 would recommend as an art exercise and I can't wait to hear from all of you about how it turned out and what's your fave/rankings 😁

#The dark pictures anthology #House of ashes #Little hope #Man of Medan #The devil in me #the dark pictures man of medan #the dark pictures little hope #the dark pictures house of ashes #the dark pictures the devil in me #Salim Othman #man of medan conrad #Anthony Clarke #Dar Basri #Megan Clarke #Jason kolchek #Jamie Terigan #Erin Keenan #Alex Smith #Clarice Stokes #Tanya Clarke #Nick Kay #supermassive games #Filled just shy of half a sketch book with these 😁 #I don't wear makeup but I figured I'd go with what works for the character #Am I stylish✨

[zarahjoyce]

Okay so the AU: Himeno is a famous popstar and Yanma is his bodyguard….

But here’s the catch.

Yanma is an undercover detective or something trying to uncover Himeno— who is allegedly a serial killer or something of the sort~

"Eh?" 

Yanma feels himself straighten when he notices her appraising him through the mirror. "So you're the new bodyguard Manager Kaguragi sent?"  

He bows and says, "Yanma Gust at your service." As an afterthought he adds, "Himeno-sama."

"Yanma, hmm?" He looks up at her again, finds her smiling at him this time - and feels--

"Be careful," his partner Rita had told him as they handed him a file regarding four victims who disappeared under mysterious circumstances - all while working for Kaguragi Dibowski's agency. "Himeno Ran is a known charmer of sorts. Just be careful not to fall under her spell." Yanma glared at them. "You really think someone like me is going to fall for some vapid popstar's stupid antics?" "Yes," Rita answered without preamble. Well, shit.

Looked like they were right on the money this time.

Yanma gives himself a stern shake of the head before clearing his throat. "Given that it's only my first day today, I would appreciate knowing beforehand what you expect me to do around you." 

Here she stands from her makeup chair and turns to face him, her long yellow skirt swirling prettily around her ankles. "Oh, nothing much really," she replies, taking her sweet time before approaching him - like a hunter with its prey. "I do have a lot of obsessive fans all around the country, so when we're outside, I'll expect you to protect me from their... advancements." She wrinkles her nose delicately at the word. "But when we're alone like this, you don't have to do anything - unless you want us to know each other a little bit better."

She plays with the ends of her hair, all while looking at him and saying those words in a sweet, sweet tone, and Yanma swears he can feel his temperature rise.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

And he reminds himself of the four men who had this job before him--

--all four men who, to this day, have never been located.

The last was young Gira Hastie, who had his entire adoptive family storm the police station demanding that they look for him.

Hence this assignment.

So he crosses his arms and says, "I'd rather just do my job, Himeno-sama. I'm not paid to do anything else."

And the popstar actually pouts.

Goddamnit, even while doing that she looks pretty, too.

"I'm sure Manager Kaguragi has told you this job pays handsomely," she adds lightly.

"Yes," he replies, "though I'm wondering if the pay includes insurance for when I, let's say, disappear suddenly?"

 And Himeno's entire expression shifts.

She turns to face the mirror once more, does a thing with her small finger over her left brow - and meets his gaze on the mirror again. "Well," she says, "do your job right, and maybe you won't disappear."

Yanma uncrosses his arms and demands, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Just then, the light on top of her mirror blinks three times, drawing both their attention to it.

From his position behind her, he can see her shoulders move up and down slightly - like she's taking deep breaths.

And when she turns to face him, she looks angelic, perfect - and even smiling sunnily.

"Showtime," she says.

#ok but I LOVE THIS IDEA #did i just write something what #ohsama sentai king ohger #ohsama sentai kingohger #yanma gust #himeno ran #yannhime #AU #so anyway give me prompts about them T.T

[purble-gaymer]

alright @turtleplushi here’s some evil flavored meta knight

so for starters, this au is based on the simple premise of nightmare cursing galaxia before the gsa gets to it. it came to mind sometime back in october (so some style choices are pretty out of date). that was it for a few days, but the reason i mention i'll throw my emotions away is because i started listening to RIProducer about the same time and this song gave me a million more ideas to work with.

it starts pretty much the same as my normal interpretation of early mk and galaxia, being he hates it. he can't stand looking at it, let alone using it, knowing its retrieval resulted in the death of his friend. he drops it on the floor and kicks it under his cot, where it stays for the next month or so. things proceed as normal until he decides to pull it out one day. he picks it up and strangely finds the ruby a lot more enchanting than it used to be.

from that point on, he starts bringing it everywhere. it doesn't talk much at first, slowly building up mk's trust, and eventually during training it drops this:

now, naturally, he doesn't tell anyone about this. everyone thinks he's doing just fine--except jecra, anyway. he can tell something's wrong, and he's starting to think it's not just grief. if he asks mk about anything, the knight's response is a bit more hostile than it used to be. not always, but enough to notice it. surely he's just in the anger stage, right?

a lot of slow corruption and escalation happens in the middle chunk here, and along the way mk's perception and memories start to change. he thinks--no, he's certain the other members of the gsa don't care about him; they never did. they don't care that this war is putting so many people in danger, they don't care to help, they don't care meta knight lost one of his best friends, one of the greatest star warriors they had. what's stopping them from letting him die, from letting jecra die? he can't bear to lose anyone else. after months of spite and rage building up, he abandons his badge and swears to take revenge the gsa.

and, unfortunately, this eventually culminates in him trying to assassinate arthur. it doesn't go as planned. someone was there waiting for him.

after this, he runs and finds jecra, who was already looking for him. aforementioned blood question, meta knight is acting weirdly calm but also weirdly aggressive about this whole thing? jecra draws his sword and breaks the other's mask, and oops! mk has red eyes. super possessed. they have a big fight that ends with jecra disarming mk and shattering the ruby, breaking the curse.

there's some fallout that i never really got around to thinking about very much. dragato's fine, he's not too angry about the being stabbed thing since mk wasn't really in control. arthur's a fair bit more upset, even if his anger is sort of directionless now that the curse is gone and mk's back to normal. meta knight feels awful about the whole thing for a while. galaxia goes back to sitting stationary under his bed where he can't see it.

after a while, they get the ruby replaced, and to meta knight's horror the thing can still talk. it doesn't seem to be evil anymore, but it'll be a while before he's willing to trust it again.

i drew some things related to this, not too much but here's a couple. it was during a time when i was really unhappy with all my finished pieces, so i never posted anything, but i thought they'd be cool to share.

so that's that. i've got an adjacent 'meta knight doesn't escape from nme until way later' au but that one's just for fun cause evil mk is just a fun guy to write/draw (admittedly he is also deeply traumatized but that's a story for another time)

#long post #cw blood #do i put tags on this #kirby au #rhyn's art

[lunasohma]

a twist of lemon

[ chapter list / bakery au tag ]

[ ao3 / ff.net ]

Seiji’s just a little bitter. / a bakery au

Le Petit Chaton. A charming bakery and café known for its cat-themed pastries, sweets, and breads. Enjoy drinks and light fare on the outdoor patio shaded by fruit trees.

Catering available.

Le Petit Chaton is closed today.

—

The batter for the genoise had gone irreparably flat, but that couldn't be helped.

For Matoba Seiji has an immense need to be beating something to a near-death right now, and this was the only thing he could do for that something not to be a someone. As they say: Better spilt batter than spilt blood. Probably.

To his credit, the someone in question is keeping his distance now.

“Mice?” Shuuichi had posited, barely a squeak. Fitting.

“They got into the locked front cases!”

“…Opposable thumbs?”

“Natori Shuuichi, so help me—”

Shuuichi was now quietly attending to the mess. A macabre graveyard of half-nibbled pastries and buttered crumbs that they had walked in to this morning.

Seiji had not screamed.

When Nanase comes in, she listens to more of their theories, arbitrating effectively until the discussion gets heated again. Ever quick to avoid the ensuing crossfire between them, she hightails it to the back office to deal with orders and rescheduling.

Seiji tracks Shuuichi as he half-paces half-sweeps, stopping every now and then, muttering under his breath and lost in thought. He’s always thought that Shuuichi’s thinking face was cute, but Seiji doesn't think he can take much more of this.

He is about to say something when Shuuichi passes the kitchen and pauses to peek inside.

“Hey Seiji, did you see that one of the windows is open?”

“What?” A flash of irritation. An open window is a very Shuuichi move. There’s nothing he relishes more than a night’s breeze.

‘Fresh air is good for you!’ While they're washing up for the night. Like a puppy with his head out the car window, Seiji swears. Something about growing up in the countryside.

‘Yes, yes, make sure you close them.’

How many times has he told him as such?

He stalks over to Shuuichi.

“I didn't leave it open, I—” All at once, his excuses fall silent. He quickly shuts the kitchen door.

“What are you doing? Covering up your crimes?”

“I would never.” Shuuichi flashes a grin at him, back up against the door. Guilty.

“Seiji, listen.” He narrows his eyes in suspicion. “I'll be right back. And you, uh, stay here and don’t go into the kitchen until I get back. Sound good?”

He's sparkling in earnest and the joke’s on him because Seiji has built up an immunity to those sparkles a long time ago. He feels his temper spike.

Don't go? How ridiculous. What are you saying? I’m not the one gallivanting off to who knows where in the middle of this crisis!

“So what you're saying,” Seiji lets ice creep into his voice, “is that I should stay here and not go into my kitchen while you run off to—?”

Undeterred, Shuuichi presses a kiss to his forehead. “That’s it! I promise I'll be right back.” Another kiss for good measure.

Before he can escape, Seiji grabs him by the back of the collar and hauls him back around to face him again.

“What is the meaning of this, Shuuichi?”

“Do you trust me?” The question startles him as does the earnestness Shuuichi asks it with. He answers the only way he can.

“Of course I do. But I don't see what that has to do with—”

“Thanks, Seiji.” His eyes are gentle. Tucking a piece of Seiji’s hair behind his ear, he laughs fondly.

“You've got flour on your nose.” Seiji furiously swipes at it, ducking his face, feeling his ears begin to redden.

“Promise me? I'll come right back.” And he leaves.

—

Has Seiji ever been good at promises?

He disposes of the poor, abused genoise, flips the front sign to ‘closed’, and draws the shades partway. He pesters Nanase one too many times and is chased out of the office.

Where are you, Shuuichi?

Then he remembers the croissant dough chilling in the walk-in.

Don't go in the kitchen! The voice of Seiji’s conscience has long since been replaced by the voice of Natori Shuuichi.

Has Seiji ever been good at doing what he’s told?

—

Seiji pushes his way into the kitchen and forgoes the lights for the early morning sun streaming through the (still open!) window. With a sigh, he leaves it for now. The birdsong cheers him a little. They really do like the trees.

He starts to make his way over to the walk-in. And stops.

He knows it's only Shuuichi’s paranoia that is making his rationale quail in the face of… something.

No, he means nothing.

It's just a prickle at the back of his neck. Easy enough to ignore as he retrieves his pastry.

And now, the window.

Seiji freezes. No, he can't move.

Well.

He can breathe.

He can blink.

But there is a fear that stays his voice.

Only after a small eternity, it is over.

Seiji does not run. But he does lock the door behind him.

—

“I've brought Takashi!”

Seiji looks up from rolling croissants.

“…Why have you brought Takashi?”

Takashi looks to Shuuichi expectantly. But all at once, Seiji forgets his own question.

Because in Takashi’s arms, there is an impossibly round tri-colored cat. A veritable potato on toothpicks. The cat looks awfully soft and Seiji reins himself in.

“Good morning, Seiji-san,” Takashi greets him. “You haven't met my cat yet, have you?” It looks like a maneki-neko. A thought floats through his mind—the cat deciding that it’s done with beckoning fortune and going for a stroll instead.

“This is Nyanko-sensei.” Seiji didn't know what he was expecting, but somehow it was very Takashi.

“That’s very… charming.” The cat’s eyes meet his, unblinking. He seems to appraise Seiji in a way that makes it feel like his very soul is on display. Well, that's no surprise. Cats are special like that.

He is ever charmed as Nyanko-sensei sniffs his offered hand before lowering his head to accept a pat. So… soft!

Takashi smiles. “I think he likes you.”

“You've been keeping him from me, haven't you?” Seiji glares venomously at Shuuichi. The cat gives a rumbling purr that almost sounds like a laugh.

Shuuichi holds his hands up in surrender, but he can't help his expression. He looks like a man in love. Seiji can't help but stare.

—

“Coffee!” Shuuichi makes his way over to his beloved espresso machine.

“Yes, do. It’s only fair. You dragged poor Takashi out at this ungodly hour.”

Takashi shakes his head good-naturedly.

Natsume Takashi knows how to be patient when it comes to Shuuichi. It's a patience learned early on when Shuuichi used to babysit the younger and only reinforced when Takashi grew out of that age. He's recently moved to the city for school, close enough to their place for him to be a regular dinner guest.

And he's quite the goldmine of embarrassing childhood stories starring one Natori Shuuichi, which he never hesitates to dispense over said dinners with a pleasant smile.

He can also occasionally be seen talking to thin air.

Seiji had meant to mention it to Shuuichi at some point but kept missing the timing. He still hasn't. Maybe he was being silly, but it felt private.

Seiji sets a saucer of milk and a fresh croissant down for Nyanko-sensei.

“That’s very kind of you, Seiji-san.” He's slightly embarrassed. “I spoil him too much.”

—

“So, Shuuichi told me about the—” Again, he glances at Shuuichi. “The kitchen.” He finishes hesitantly.

“Yes, what's in the kitchen?” The immediacy of his question was his misstep. He's better than that.

“You didn't, did you?” Shuuichi knows him all too well.

“He did.”

“Nanase-san!” A ghost summoned by the scent of coffee, she now disappears back into the office without another word. Typical.

Shuuichi’s attention snaps back to him.

“Seiji, I told you not to!”

“Yeah? And when has that ever worked out for you?”

The look of genuine upset and disappointment leaves Seiji feeling utterly chastised. Shuuichi shakes his head, eyes darting to Takashi briefly.

“Well, are you all right?”

Seiji carefully considers his words. “Why do you ask?”

Shuuichi sets his jaw and Seiji wants to punch him. Or kiss him. Or both.

All the while, Takashi has been watching them. He's used to their spats by now and that doesn't bother Seiji because he's not the self-conscious type. But something about the way Takashi’s looking at him right now—

All of a sudden, something round and furry lands on his back. He doesn't startle too badly and the cat hangs on well enough.

Seiji turns his head and it almost looks like a grin that Nyanko-sensei offers. He lightly touches his nose to Seiji’s forehead.

“Nyanko-sensei!” Takashi admonishes. “Oh, I'm so sorry!” He reaches over to gather him up and only then does Nyanko-sensei release his shoulder.

The cat swallows something.

“It must’ve been a fly or something.” He frets and Seiji tries to parse his sincerity.

While Takashi is as red as a beet, Seiji can't help but feel that there is something performative about the way he stands to bow his apology. Held to Takashi’s chest as he does so, Seiji swears he sees the cat wink.

Shuuichi is staring at Takashi too and he is as white as a ghost.

“Or something.” Seiji finally says.

Nyanko-sensei flicks his right ear and Seiji feels like he's getting closer.

—

“I'm just going to take a quick look around.” Nyanko-sensei patters after Takashi through the kitchen door.

Out of the two of them, Seiji would be the first to say that he's not the best at comfort. He knows Shuuichi’s favorite desserts by heart—the man isn't too much for sweets, go figure—but there's no time to whip up tarte tatin or yuzu chiffon.

“Hey. There, there.” His heart breaks a little when he feels Shuuichi shaking slightly. “I’m all right.”

“Seiji,” Shuuichi whispers into the crook of his neck.

“I’m right here.”

—

“It's spiders.”

Oh, it is most definitely not.

If there is anything that Seiji hates, it is being unaware. Unprepared and unapprised. So frustration is an understatement. They are talking around something but Seiji doesn't know where to push to get a straight answer. He doesn't want to snap at Takashi and certainly not at Shuuichi when he looks like this.

He decides.

“I don't think so.”

Takashi looks at him. Nyanko-sensei lets his eyes drift closed. He's found the perfect patch of sun to curl up in.

“Okay,” Takashi starts again. “It's like spiders.”

Seiji knows that's as good as he’s going to get, but he still feels obstinate. “What do we do about not-spiders?”

“You guys are in luck.” Takashi smiles. “Lemons.”

—

It's always hindsight. All of the lemon pastries were miraculously untouched.

Seiji sets a pot to simmer and takes the chef’s knife out of Shuuchi’s hand.

“Why don't you go help Takashi?” They've unearthed an old ladder and Seiji doesn't trust the thing as far as he can throw it, despite Takashi’s assurances.

Shuuichi looks at him helplessly.

Nyanko-sensei makes a show of marching across Shuuchi’s toes with a Cheshire grin.

“We’ll be just fine.”

.

“That would be good too,” Seiji agrees. Nyanko-sensei has stopped by his sage plant on the windowsill. He tears off a handful of leaves and his lips twitch up as he watches the cat pounce after one that flutters to the floor. Seiji thinks about getting some catnip.

Outside, Takashi looks at home up in the branches of a tree. Below, Shuuichi braces the ladder and Seiji watches the tension finally wash off him.

—

Takashi tucks something else into Shuuichi’s hands before he leaves. A sheaf of papers.

“If it's not enough. Or just in case,” he says quietly.

“From the start, I should've—”

“You didn't know,” he says firmly with a shake of his head. Takashi pulls Shuuichi into a hug.

Seiji looks away.

—

‘Overtime’ is Nanase’s word of the evening and she sing-songs it at them when she leaves, not before snagging a lemonade to go.

Shuuichi is up to his elbows in aromatics.

He hands Seiji another glass. “Rosemary and mint. What do you think?”

“I like it.”

“Kind of basic, though, right?”

“Well, excuse me. What do I know?”

Shuuichi tucks a sprig of rosemary behind Seiji’s ear.

“I'll add it to tomorrow’s menu.”

Then he presents Seiji with a tiny rose, crafted from a twist of lemon peel.

“You are such a show-off.” Seiji slots it into one of Shuuichi’s buttonholes.

“Only for you.”

—

Later, still—

“Maybe they're just hungry?” He still doesn't know exactly what he's talking about and he's ready to pull his hair out.

“Seiji, they're not like stray cats!”

“Then tell me what they are like!”

Shuuichi’s mouth snaps shut. Braced against the counter, knuckles white, he goes ever so still.

Seiji slowly counts to ten.

“Hey, Shuuichi,” he says, “tell me about not-spiders.”

Shuuichi is somewhere far away. “Yokai.”

Seiji knows about yokai. The storybooks he pored over with his sister at bedtime and the games they used to play. Superstitions that sent them scampering across a bridge, giggling with their eyes closed, or diving under their covers, even though all the lights were still on.

“Oh,” he says faintly.

“I can't see them like Takashi does.” He slips his glasses off. “But I can still sense things, to an extent.”

Seiji approaches Shuuichi now, and maybe he should learn to be more patient, but—

“Tell me something else.”

So he does.

—

Is the world a different place now that he knows that monsters exist?

‘They're not all monsters,’ Shuuichi said. ‘Think of Nyanko-sensei.’

‘I'm generalising, my worldview is undergoing something profound.’

Shuuichi looks more relaxed than he has all day. ‘Then I'll leave you to it.’

—

Seiji pulls the window shut. Shuuichi smooths a paper charm over it.

The air is all but citrus.

.

.

.

[ au / author notes if you are interested! ]

[ part ii: interlude ]

#horrible exorcists #bakery au #natsuyuu #natsume yuujinchou #matoba seiji #natori shuuichi #natsume takashi #nyanko-sensei #nanase #my fic #fanfiction #this has been living in my head rent-free since Flour #again! years! #p.s. #the fruit trees are loquats and lemons. SOMEHOW

[kiro-sveta]

My KuraMiyu Exchange 2023 gift for @/teahex, featuring hurt/comfort, sickfic, fantasy AU (with Blacksmith Miyuki and Glassblower Kuramochi), minor angst, fluff, two art pieces, roughly 830 words, and happy endings (because I'm physically incapable of not letting them be happy).

And the first time in close to twenty years that I shared any of my writing with anyone, let alone publish it haha. I'm very nervous about it, and about drawing hurt/comfort, but I also enjoyed working on this and am proud of what I was able to do in the end (while fighting an illness too!), and I sincerely hope you like it, tea and anyone/everyone else who might see this. I'll also share the art and story below (with part 2 under a cut) in case anyone would prefer this tumblr post to AO3.

And the exchange's collection can be found here! Please check it out if you like kuramiyu, everyone did an amazing job!!

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glass and steel

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Part 1: fragmented

“Hurry up and get better, Miyuki. Things aren’t the same without you.”

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Part 2: whole

he’s missed this

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(some time after the first image)

Youichi walked past the path leading towards Miyuki’s home. He knew in his heart where he’d find the blacksmith, and it wouldn’t be in those quiet rooms. Enough time had passed while he’d been away on business, and his friend had already been restless well before he’d left. He’d be in the forge now, Youichi was sure of it. He just hoped the stubborn bastard had kept his promise and waited until he’d fully recovered beforehand.

His suspicions were confirmed as he neared the forge, the air getting warmer and filling with the sounds of life and movement; the scrape of metal on stone or metal, gravel crunching underfoot, air being forced out of a bellows. Before entering the forge properly, Youichi took a brief moment to close his eyes and take in a fortifying breath, readying himself for whatever state Miyuki might be in. And instantly felt a weight lift when he finally saw him.

There was a flush on Miyuki’s face and sweat on his brow, but there was no sign of fatigue or weakness. His movements were smooth, his breathing even, his face and body full of life. He hadn’t yet noticed Youichi standing near the entrance, and Youichi took another moment to observe him, marveling and relieved to see him up and about and comfortable in his skin again. Not struggling with aching bones and muscle. Things hadn’t been the same for a good while, and Youichi felt as if he himself could breathe easier now.

Miyuki turned from the bellows and noticed him, and his smile grew, his face becoming more alive. “Hey, I know I’m a sight for sore eyes, but say something, Mochi, don’t just stand there. How long have you been there?”

Youichi shrugged. “Not long. It’s good to see you up and about.”

Miyuki’s grin became wry. “It’s good to be up and about.” He wiped the sweat from his brow and neck. “I swear, if I had to wait much longer…” His thought trailed away though, and a small frown marred his brow as another thought came to him. “Wait, you said you’d be home sooner. What happened?”

He seemed to study Youichi in a new light, looking for any injuries or signs of trouble, concern clear. He knew that Youichi always kept his word if he could help it, and Youichi hadn’t meant to be away long. Hadn’t meant to be away during the last of Miyuki’s recovery. But some things couldn’t be predicted and Youichi waved away his concerns, saying that there were more delays than he’d expected, both on and off the roads. It’d been out of his hands. And it hadn’t helped that he’d had to track down his last customer and give him a piece of his mind when he’d canceled his commission before leaving.

As he finished talking about his trip Youichi took the finished commission out of his pocket and looked at it ruefully. It was a small delicate glass bird, wings in flight, and despite the miniscule imperfection in one wing and what his former customer had said, he was proud of it.

Then Miyuki was stepping closer to get a clearer look, gently reaching out for it. Youichi let him take it, and watched as he carefully studied it. “I hope you gave him hell. It’s beautiful, Mochi.” The blacksmith flashed Youichi a grin, and walked over to one of the forge’s windows to carefully set the bird on the sill, safely away from any tools.

Youichi closed his hand and lowered it to his side as he watched Miyuki and the bird. His chest felt tight. Then Miyuki was back, gripping his shoulder strongly, strong enough that one wouldn’t think he’d ever been injured if they hadn’t known better. He was grinning again.

“Come on, I could use your help with some stuff.”

He started walking over to the work he’d abandoned, already expecting him to follow, and Youichi felt both the need to protest and the need to follow him. “You do know that people usually ask for help instead of just expecting it to happen, right? I could be busy.”

Miyuki grinned at him over his shoulder, said, “But you aren’t.” He picked up a tool and beckoned Youichi with it. “Get over here already. It’s been too long since we worked together, and you’ll like this project. I guarantee it.”

And Youichi can’t say no. He already has his tools with him, never took off his work belt or unpacked his bag (and even if he hadn’t had his tools with him, he’d make do, he has before). And he’s missed this, the fire and metal and glass, creating and reshaping things, Miyuki at his side, whole and alight with life. And Miyuki’s right; he’s not busy, he has the time, and it has been too long.

He’s compelled to follow, and does so without any regrets.

#ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #daiya #kuramochi youichi #miyuki kazuya #kuramiyu #krmy #kuramiyu gift exchange 2023 #gift art #my art #my writing #went out of my creative comfort zone with this and am pretty proud of it #and sorry if there are any mistakes or if anything is confusing #i'd blame my illness if there are any problems but mistakes also happen even on good days #i sincerely hope you like it though and hope that it's okay #also the cause of miyuki's injury/illness is vague and can be anything you want it to be #i kept thinking of a mishap with a temperamental horse while working on this but it can honestly be anything you want #and wishing you all well #take care #daiyaart #kiro draws #long post #also i couldn't figure out how to add it in but mochi might be part dragon and might have fire breath (that he can use for glassblowing) #and he might also be maybe kinda sorta courting miyuki by gifting him various glass knickknacks

[mwolf0epsilon]

The Big Friendly Clone

Summary: Life at the farm is often quite dull for Luke. But when his aunt Beru sends him on a little errand to return something to forgetful Mr. Kenobi, the young boy ends up accidentally stumbling upon quite the sizeable secret.

[I just really wanted to write lil Luke interacting with Cody, and what better AU to do this with than Tatooine Odd Encounters? A prelude to this little drawing I did a while back.]

[THIS STORY IS NOW ON AO3]

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Luke is only 10 years old but he's already got quite a few responsibilities to carry on his little shoulders. When you lived as a moisture farmer on Tatooine that was usually the way things were. Work first, fun later. Even if work is long and boring and you have a lot of other things you'd like to be doing instead.

But of course Uncle Owen doesn't ever let up whenever Luke's mind begins to wander towards other things outside of the usual farm duties. The myriad of imaginative wonders in his head can always wait for after their equipment is tended to. And (even if sometimes chores took a whole day), there was always the cool sunsets atop the dome of their humble home, where he could play pilots and pirates to his heart's content.

Or at least until supper was ready. He'd never miss his aunt Beru's cooking for anything in the world. Or the whole wide galaxy for the matter!

Still (responsibilities or not), Luke is young and he'd like to not have to do errands as often as he has to. He's glad his aunt and uncle now trust in him to go into town on his own (he'd gotten far when the scary lady had chased him, and he knew how to avoid the Sand People's usual routes).

He's not that little anymore, and he likes the vote of confidence. But going to town to deliver a bunch of things to people, or to go to the shops to get certain parts that the shopkeepers are trying to overprice because they think you're too young to know this stuff, had lost it's luster on the 5th run of the week... Especially when he still had his other chores to do!

So it was with this in mind that a great big unhappy frown (uncle Owen had said he shouldn't pout, and he wasn't pouting, he did not pout) settled on Luke's face, as his aunt Beru gave him a satchel that contained some kind of parcel to be delivered to stars only knew who this time around.

"It won't take long dear." She reassured as she made sure the straps were adjusted to better fit his size. "You'll be back before you even know it."

"But then I'll still need to go check on the vapor collectors... That'll take all day!" He threw his arms up in frustration, feeling that this was all a little unfair. The other kids would all be playing bolo ball without him again, and it was because of some dumb parts that kept acting up, and all these dumb errands keeping him busy...

"Sometimes we all need to give up some of our time for things to work out." Beru finished adjusting the straps before ruffling his already messy hair. "It's never fair to have to set priorities just to ensure you're able to sleep under a roof, have a cup to drink from, or food on the table. But that's unfortunately how life works out for many."

"I just want to play with my friends..." Luke frowned even more (he didn't pout, big boys don't pout), not feeling at all comforted by his aunt's words.

"And you will. I'll have a word with your uncle once you're off to return this to Ben, that silly muppet of a hermit..." Beru smiled fondly. "I swear, if that man didn't have his head screwed on tight, he'd lose it!"

Oh, so he was delivering something to Kenobi's hut? That did make things at least a little more interesting, if only just a bit.

Old Ben didn't live too far from the farm (they weren't neighbors per say but the route was doable in less than 40 minutes if you didn't get sidetracked). His secluded little hut was just over to where the sandy dunes turned into a rocky canyon that sometimes attracted the Sand People's attention...

But as of late the path had become less treacherous as there had been lesser and lesser sightings of new camp sights, or any of their scouting parties for the matter. Something had undoubtedly spooked the Sand People and it had been a bit of a relief to the townsfolk and local moisture farmers.

Uncle Owen wasn't so easy to put at ease however, and Luke was fairly certain that his recent solo excursions to town were to upgrade his and aunt Beru's emergency riffles, rather than to check up on the progress of their speeder's repairs. Luke couldn't blame him. Not when there was a monster on the loose!

While the adults didn't speak much of it anymore, the other kids still did so on a regular basis. And what a bountiful source of ideas the children's rumor mill could be! Much more focused and less dismissive on what could possibly have taken out a heavily guarded imperial Outpost.

The consensus among the kids was that those overzealous Empire people had gone and gotten themselves killed with one of their own experiments. Their blatant arrogance more than enough to get them killed one way or another. Tatooine wasn't particularly forgiving to those that didn't respect it, and the Empire seemed to be full of jerks that thought they were better than everyone else. Making a monster might seem like a good idea to a bunch of bullies like that. And now it was somewhere out there, likely giving the Sand People and Jawas a hard time.

Uncle Owen had plenty of reasons to want to keep the farm safe from such a creature. Although, logically speaking, Luke doubted their humble little corner would ever get one such visit. A creature so big that it'd destroy an outpost single-handedly would likely never go for small fry like them, simple moisture farmers. It would be cool to get to see it though...

The trek towards Kenobi's was quiet. He pays attention to his surroundings just in case something doesn't seem right, but mostly Luke gets to go at his own pace. Gets to let his mind wander. The parcel isn't heavy and the weather is pretty nice today. A rare cool breeze makes the twin suns' rays bearable.

The scenery is almost picturesque, or whatever it was that you called painted landscapes on tourist-trap postcards. In all honesty the rocky canyon always sparked a little bit of curiosity in Luke. If you looked in the right places you might even find a few hidden treasures, like krayt dragon bones or even perfectly smoothed stones that shone like gems. It was a sight of ample opportunities to either discover something precious or catch wind of an unknown mystery.

Living there must be an adventure of its own, especially now that there's so little danger roaming about. Everyone in town (and uncle Owen) thought that Old Ben was a fool for living up there on his own, even with the Sand Folk temporarily gone. Luke thought it made him interesting. Everyone needed at least something to make them seem a little bit mysterious rather than boring.

This thought train is derailed the moment he begins to climb the last stretch of the way. Mostly because there's a rather odd (and massive) shadow cast over the path that shouldn't be there... Or at least hadn't been there the last time he'd made the trip.

The stories alone really don't do it justice. The moment he peeks behind the outcrop of rocks just over the last few steps of the top of the canyon, instead of seeing the hut with the parked speeder and the tied Eopie all Luke can see is a mass of gray. It completely hides the sandstone structure from view and (from what he can estimate), would likely blot out the suns entirely if this thing were to be standing up. That's how big it is!

The monster that had haunted Luke's (and all of the kids in town's) imagination for the last couple of weeks was here. And it was apparently asleep curled up around Old Ben's hut... Uh.

For a moment there's a little bit of concern for what might have happened to the man himself. Seeing as his Eopie is nowhere to be seen however, Luke opts to be optimistic and thinks maybe he wasn't home when the monster decided to claim it as a napping spot. Or it just ate them both and then decided to take a quick nap. Which would make Luke's errand a little bit of an impossible task, if there's no one to return the parcel to.

Well, impossible or not, uncle Owen and aunt Beru didn't raise no quitter!

First thing's first, he needed to figure out how to get past the wall of gray that was blocking his path. Which meant figuring out how deep asleep this creature was. Which in turn meant also figuring out where the front and rear end were. Hard to tell from where he was standing really...

His aunt and uncle had taught him to always assess a situation first and then to act accordingly but, seeing as he wasn't a particularly fearful child, Luke isn't immune to the wonders of impulsive thoughts. Especially when he realizes he can't find the eyes (thus unable to give himself the advantage of knowing where to run to if the monster woke up). These aforementioned impulsive thoughts tell him that in order to get a better idea of how to proceed, he should definitely arm himself with a rock or a very long stick and then get closer. If push came to shove, he could try blinding it with a well aimed rock or the jab of a sharp stick. Provided it doesn't have hundreds of eyes, in which case his tipyip might be cooked...

Small little tentative steps carry the young boy closer to the big slumbering unknown currently before him. The closer he gets the more aware Luke becomes of just how absolutely gargantuan this creature is. Likely to be around the same size of a Greater Krayt Dragon sans the multiple limbs or lashing tail. He also notices how noisy it is even while it sleeps. Big deep snores that made nearby gravel rattle, and the faint lub-dub of its heartbeat against the ground. There's also the stench... Dirty synthetic fabric and the distinct smell of sweaty skin mixed with something else Luke can't identify (and likely doesn't want to). Of all the things he and the other kids had imagined, Luke never thought that a monster would smell bad enough that his nostrils and eyes were starting to drip.

It almost makes him consider turning back and telling aunt Beru he couldn't return the parcel because obviously Old Ben had been eaten by the outpost monster that apparently stank like wet Bantha. But she'd likely give him an unimpressed look and send him back only to be met once again with this giant obstacle. You tell someone a little white lie once, and suddenly they won't let you live down the "Massiff ate my Benduday best". He'd never liked that tunic anyway...

Focusing once again on the task at hand, Luke swallowed thickly around the lump in his throat and kept approaching the gray beast. It strikes him as odd how its humongous body curves around the hut, until it clicks that it's body structure might be bipedal like that of a humanoid. Shaped like a person but the scale doesn't add up. He's no fancy-smanchy scientist but Nurse Yuna back in town had told him and the other kids that people didn't grow past a specific height because most habitable planets didn't have gravity that helped sustain that sort of body type. Any bigger than the norm and you'd find it difficult to move or even breathe, which was a scary thought.

She'd told them this because they'd been exchanging ideas about the outpost monster, and Lola Voh had suggested that maybe it was a real life giant from the tales of old. Luke was starting to think she might be right. Especially when he noticed the Imperial starship tarp covering what he assumed was its head. Whatever the monster was, it was smart enough to improvise some kind of protective cover to shield its face from the suns while it slept. An animal would have likely just picked somewhere with shade to sleep, or maybe would even burrow beneath the sand.

Using tools was a mark of intelligence. Or so the adults often said. Well, Luke knew toddlers could also use tools and it didn't mean they were particularly smart. Or friendly. Toddlers don't have to think about anything but themselves because they're only little. The giant, because he's labeling it as such now, likely doesn't have to think about anything but itself because it's so big.

A loud snort made the hairs on the back of Luke's neck rise up as the giant began to move about in its sleep. The young boy stilled completely, hoping that he'd go unnoticed if it woke up. To his great relief (and also annoyance) it seemed to only change positions so it was more comfortable. Back flat on hot soil, belly up, limbs stretched out and tarp still over the head (although now he caught sight of a hint of dark curls with silver streaks running through them).

The good news was that it had moved enough that now Luke could see the entrance to Old Ben's hut, which meant he could throw the parcel in and be done with this. The bad news was that one of the giant's arms was still very much in the way, while the other was slung over it's covered face. If not for the terrifying difference in scales it almost seemed like the giant was using the hut as a plush toy.

"Dank ferrik..." Luke bit his bottom lip as he whispered out a curse he most definitely hadn't heard his uncle yell once when he'd gotten his fingers caught in one of the vapor collectors, no siree.

The door was out of commission for now. But maybe, if he used the giant's arm to his advantage, he might be able to climb in through one of the windows. He just had to be very careful not to wake his improvised step ladder.

Even from where he's standing Luke is well aware that this plan isn't his brightest. But considering he doesn't know what else he could possibly do to remedy the situation, he has no other choice but to take another deep breath and approach the giant's arm. It's surprisingly firm, even while relaxed, and very warm as well. The young boy glances towards the giant's covered face and, upon seeing the lack of reaction, fully clambered onto the enormous limb.

Fleet-footed and doing his best to keep his balance, Luke crept towards the window of Old Ben's hut. Unaware that his presence had, in fact, been noticed... He only gets an inkling of an idea that the giant is awake when he plants his hands firmly on the windowsill and realizes that it's suddenly very quiet. And then a massive shadow was cast over him. Luke barely had time to scream before five truly ginormous digits wrapped around his little frame.

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Obi-wan was pleased with his find. It had taken him a few long days of careful searching and a lot of coaxing his stubborn old Eopie to help him on this endeavor. But, at long last, he'd found the perfect cave for Cody to take up residence in while he learned to truly master his newfound size-shifting abilities.

With enough time and patience Obi-wan was fairly certain this would be an achievable goal. No matter how uncertain Cody himself felt about this. It was a form of Force power, one of rather unusual and synthetic nature, but still something that should in theory be able to be controlled with enough discipline. And (while his Padawan-training track record wasn't exactly the best), Obi-wan hoped he could at least provide some help and insight if his ex-commander would let him. It was the least he could do to make him a little more comfortable in his skin, now that he was free from the Empire. First however, he'd concentrate on helping make this cave into a home instead of some kind of prison or nook where the abnormally large clone might feel he'd been relegated to for reasons untrue. Where they'd get furniture that matched his exact proportions, he wasn't sure just yet...

As he mulled over this very topic, Obi-wan startled when Silas decided to stop. The old Eopie wasn't fond of Cody in the slightest due to their rude introduction and, whenever they were to return to the hut, the rather opinionated animal would begin to fuss like this.

"One of these days my friend..." The old Jedi shook his head as he settled back on his saddle. "One of these days you'll find him endearing."

The displeased grunt he got in return seemed to say otherwise. Eopies were truly stubborn beasts of burden. Not even treats seemed to change Silas's mind all that much anymore.

"Such a fuss over a simple fright..." Obi-wan chuckled as he gave the grumpy Eopie a much appreciated pat on the side. "You'll change your tune about this yet, I just know it..."

The chuckling died down when a distant shriek rang out through the air. A loud and rather familiar sounding shriek. Mirth of the moment forgotten, Obi-wan could feel his stomach plummet deep within his core as he recognized the frightened cries of the child he'd vowed to protect. What he might be doing so far from home he wasn't sure, but if the Sand Folk had returned and caught him unawares...

He couldn't bare even think it.

Silas bellowed in annoyance as he was urged to run forward rather than walk back at a steady pace. Obi-wan barely asked of him to do so much as a quick trot, so his displeasure was felt in the way he jerked his reigns in obvious offense. Thankfully the animal obliged its rider even if it wasn't happy about it.

A million thoughts raced across Obi-wan's mind as Silas galloped towards the source of the shrieks. The familiar canyon where he resided coming into view, as he considered what might have drawn Luke so close to somewhere so dangerous. Perhaps the absence of the tribes that Cody had accidentally caused had filled the boy's mind with careless lust for adventure. Perhaps he'd come across an equally bold scouting party that had come to assess whether or not the "danger" had passed. Perhaps he might be too late to save yet another Skywalker, his mission always set to fail in one way or another. Perhaps... Perhaps he was overthinking things.

Silas came to a screeching halt as the object of his contempt came into view. Grunting in even louder displeasure seeing as he had been forced to run for naught. Because Luke was not shrieking in fear, but rather delight.

Obi-wan stared up in shock and amusement at Cody. The giant clone sat by the hut, exactly where Obi-wan had left him prior to going on another search for a place for his friend to live. One of his arms was held up straight in front of him, while the other hovered nearby just in case the young boy currently running and climbing on it were to fall off. The old commander had an undoubtedly curious look on his face as the child seemed all too happy to use him as a jungle gym of sorts.

Relief washed over the exiled Jedi as he watched them for a moment, before both finally took notice of the fussy Eopie and his rider. While he couldn't see the look on Luke's face all too well, Obi-wan imagined he must be smiling from just the way he was waving and hollering at him.

"Mister Kenobi, your friend is super awesome!!!"

It was going to be interesting to explain to the lad that he wasn't allowed to tell anyone about Obi-wan's 'super awesome' friend. As if reading his mind, Cody carefully scooped up the boy and settled him back down on the sandy ground.

"YOU FORGOT SOMETHING ON YOUR LAST TEA VISIT..." He spoke as softly as possibly, but Cody's voice was still quite deep and booming. There was a hint of laughter to it that he'd recognize even if it had become any more altered than it already was. He'd familiarized himself with his friend's subtle emoting a long time ago. "GIVE IT TO HIM KID..."

Luke dutifully ran over to Obi-wan and Silas, giving the Eopie a quick pet before taking a wrapped parcel out of his satchel. The familiar shape of it made the once acclaimed negotiator's ears burn with embarrassment at his apparent carelessness.

"Ah..." He took back his lightsaber and refused to meet Cody's eye. Knowing fully well that he'd find amusement at his expense in those large dark pools of his "My mistake."

He really ought to get a strap for that slippery saber of his. Or perhaps a bell... He didn't think he'd be living this one down any time soon.

#Eps Writes #star wars #the clone wars #kenobi #Tatooine Odd Encounters AU #Luke Skywalker #Beru Lars #Obi wan Kenobi #Commander Cody #g/t #giant/tiny #size difference #size shifting

[blindingspark]

Discovery

After their second encounter in the ruins of Doma, a recovering warrior of light takes advantage of a moments respite in the Azim Steppe...

Rating: General [Aka it's All Talk and Establishing]

Pairing: Zenos/WoL... ish

Notes: I'll be working through a backlog of fics I've written and try to brush them up, make them more chronological as I post them. I've written these as a hobby and for character building in different ways, so please keep that in mind and I hope you enjoy~!

The cold was just as they had remembered. Biting, dry and encompassing, even on the nights it could be considered 'temperate'.

Perched atop a hill overlooking a vast expanse of grassland, Auritel surveyed the land they had at one point dared to call home; a persistent tight roiling in the au ra's gut having followed them since they and their companions made their way inland from Reunion- the trading hub itself lay far off in the distance.

A heavy breath left them as they settled down into the tall grass, rubbing their face as nerves once again kept them from rest while in the Steppe, their mind racing as they recalled the days events and what lay ahead of them in order to earn the Xaela tribes' approval; moving forward perpetually even as they balanced their efforts with tending to the aches from their run-in at the ruins of Doma with the Empires crown prince-

The sound of metal shifting akin to heavy, spurred footfalls captured their attention, prompting the mage to scramble to their feet with staff in hand as their gaze landed on what- or rather, who- the source of the sound was; eyes widening as a familiar, towering figure appeared from the hillside with a silhouette that would undoubtedly frighten under normal circumstances.

"Ah, it seems you recovered from our last encounter. Your resilience continues." the crown prince said as he slowed to a halt a few yalms away, a swift wind blowing past the garlean and warrior of light, the latter struggling to contain a shiver as the cold sank into their bones effortlessly.

Magenta eyes flickered to the space behind Zenos, looking for any extra bodies or machinery that may have accompanied him in this… ambush? Focusing on him once more, Auri silently noted his relaxed stance… at least as relaxed as one could look while clad in such heavy armor, the armor which still bore a broken 'horn' from their last duel,

"How did you find me?" The mage hissed, tail waving back and forth slowly as their fight or flight shifted with indecision, "What do you want?"

A small head tilt, the garlean remained still otherwise, "I have eyes and ears in all places here, lest you forget, hero. Though when news came about that the revered Warrior of Light had a habit of wandering from their peers at night after coming here to the Steppe…" he paused, the mage swearing they could feel the burning of his gaze from behind the voidlike eyes of his helm, "I wished to see for myself what would draw them away from their allies. Perhaps reliving a nostalgic time in the quiet hours?'"

A warm wave of embarrassment crept upwards along their neck at the carelessness of their movements being pointed out so plainly, their sense of flight growing all the more as they considered their options against the warrior before them… admitting there weren't many given their respective abilities and circumstances,

"I... would hesitate to call it that," they said dismissively, looking him over and for any tells that he was planning to attack, "But my personal sentiments here are unimportant, surely… you…"

Auri's words faded in their throat as they watched him shift and move at last- no longer a looming statue of a man, reaching for the massive contraption akin to a mechanized scabbard that hung from his hip. Their gaze remained intently focused as he unhooked it from his armor and set it on the grass, reaching to remove his helm shortly after and setting it atop the lot.

The au ra's brows knit together, confounded by the prince disarming himself with such a casual movement and stiffening as their gaze met his: a vacant and cold blue like the winds that continued to whip around them.

Zenos turned from his arsenal and stepped closer to the edge of the overlook they had found themselves upon, an imposing figure even without his weaponry and glanced over his shoulder at the au ra; his neutral expression carrying an expectant air. 

Of course. He remained royalty, after all.

Auri's own expression became more thoroughly perplexed as they watched him, keeping a firm hold of their staff as they moved closer to the edge to his side an arms length and a half away- he was still their enemy, after all. An enemy that had no qualms about the might he possessed. 

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as the au ra stood to his side; humorless but as close to inviting as they could only imagine he could muster before his attention returned to the grassy plains, observing with a sense of calm they had not borne witness to-

His drawling tone pulled them from their own analytical gaze upon him, Auri blinked before shifting in their spot and cautiously turning their gaze outward to follow his own, sparing a sidelong look out of suspicion moments after, "I… forgive me for not understanding why you're here. Or why you went out of your way to find me, and by yourself, as well..." 

"I will not bite, such would be very poor sport in your current state." 

He uttered a small hum, continuing to watch the land below them as his silence manifested a weight of tension on its own- only broken when he spoke at last, "I am not without my curiosity, hero. Hearing of the harsh conditions of these lands, as unyielding as the people that call it home…" a sidelong look was returned, "And then there is you; from your garb to your mannerisms, you seem only an original resident of the Steppe in appearance, it piques ones interest."

The crown prince's tone seemed purposeful in coaxing an answer from the mage, watching them bristle and boldly turn their attention away from him, tail curling around their person lest they give themselves away further with an agitated flick,

"I hold no love of this place, it nearly was my grave when I was but a child of eight years," Auri stated coldly, the bitterness apparent on their tongue as the words left them, "I had moved on from this place ages ago, and yet here I am…  dragged back in to attend to a mess not my own."

They winced faintly as the words spilled from their lips with ease, how easily he could draw out their innermost thoughts through a bit of coaxing and prying…

"And do you protest? To think that a vaunted figure such as yourself would have naught a louder voice when faced with matters like this. Or perhaps you are simply too duty-bound to refuse?" He inquired, turning his head to fully look at the mage, noting their stiffened posture and tail curling more tightly, fighting the need to look away and hope he would take his leave with their guarded language- as outlandish as such a thing felt,

"I… I wish I did." 

His brow quirked, remaining quiet as the Warrior of Light now took a keen interest in their staff, shoulders bunched with tension,

"I had a passing thought that perhaps I had finally grown past my hatred of this place with time if I were to come here. That I could make this a quick matter and be done with it, and yet…" the au ra's voiced trailed again, reignited agitation plain in their eyes, "Here I am; being an errand runner to those who scarce knew me before, enduring a rite of passage involving the very beast that nearly cut my life short and all because I'm assisting a spoiled-" Auri stopped, expression steeling as they met Zenos' gaze once more, biting back the urge to spill their woes unto the listening ear, let alone one of their enemy, "Why I'm here is of no concern to you; and I should find offense that you came here on your own accord and goading me into baring my worries to you."

A shift of his features, the smile carrying a sly, foxlike quality to it,

"Hmh, indeed indeed…" he dryly mused, head tipping slightly as he studied them a moment before turning, "Find offense in my presence or do not, such is for you and you alone to determine," he gave Auri a once-over glance then turned to retrieve his helmet and weapons, the ease of his movements seeming to be born of purposeful carelessness- "Recover swiftly and make quick your tasks here, whatever they may be, hero," Zenos said, looking over his shoulder one last time, a fresh breeze causing the length of blond which spilled from beneath the helm to billow like the grass that surrounded them, "I look forward to our next meeting across the sea."

Before they could respond, the garlean turned away once more and began his trek downhill and away from them, leaving the mage perplexed… though not entirely threatened as the familiar heft of shifting metal quieted with distance. Their eyes flickered up to the horizon, seeing the sun beginning to peek over the mountain range and quickly moved to gather their things; trotting down the hillside opposite of where the heir apparent to the Empire had traversed, hoping to reach the Mol settlement before their companions would awaken. Their mind racing with curiosity over such a strange encounter, lingering on the way they simply could not pin down and read the garlean as they had been able to with so many adversaries before, and yet finding themselves drawn to learning his machinations all the more- even if such a thing seemed ill-advised among their peers.

#Cata Writes #zenos x wol #zenoswol #zenos yae galvus #ffxiv #otp: Aurinos

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

First Monday of the month, so here we go.

As per usual, this also means an open question night--my askbox is always open, but I'll be actively keeping an eye on it tonight. I do take prompts, but am not necessarily fast in filling them. Any fandom I've posted about here or on AO3 is fair game, as is any of my original stuff.

Short one this month, because I didn't get much done last month, whoops...a big work project took up more brainmeats than I expected it would, ah well.

Mostly moved, mostly everything is sorted; a few things I still need to finish organizing/putting away/etc. But that should also free up some brainspace hopefully!

Anyway. Actual updates.

Star Wars:

Pretty much the same as last week--need to catch up on OTP meme fills; poking back at my original plan for last year's SWBB so I can use it for this year. Not a lot of progress, but hopefully this month will be better!

BSG:

Big Bang matches have gone out! I'm excited to see how everything turns out. And hopefully get actually back into writing the many plotlines that are floating around in my head, lol...particularly The Other Battlestar which still needs an Official title and has been waiting to come out of my head and get Shared for like. over a year. even discounting the like 8-10 year gap when I wandered away from the fandom...

I should be picking up my rewatch soon, too! I have the back half of season 3, plus season 4, and maybe the webisodes (I have access to Face of the Enemy but not Resistance, so we'll see if I actually watch those). Which does mean we're coming up on my absolute least favorite episode in the entire series, haha. I haven't even gotten to it yet and I'm already mad about it (and have found an Additional Reason to be mad about it that I hadn't had before! Yay!) But also after that I get Lampkin, who I love, and while season 4 is a mess in terms of cohesion/continuity it has some of my very favorite episodes in the entire series, So.

Castlevania:

I haven't actually sat down and watched Nocturne yet (mostly because of the aforementioned work stuff), so I haven't quite fallen back into this fandom yet. I do want to get back to Incinctus, and I had one other plot thread idea for another fic based on the first series (essentially, shifting Alucard's S3 timeline by six weeks so the night Sumi and Taka plan to attack him is the same night Greta's messenger gets there, and then see where things go from there).

It's kind of interesting--I have approximately zero knowledge of the games, apart from a few bits and pieces I've picked up from reading fics and/or hanging out on a discord server. Which, of course, has been talking a lot about Nocturne...but almost entirely in the context of how it relates to the game characters/plotlines it's drawing from. Which means I'm both...more and less hyped for it? I don't know, I'm not sure how to word how it's impacted my interest/excitement/etc. for the followup series, because a lot of the comments about certain characters/choices completely fly over my head but they Dominate the server and I'm like "...okay?"

Anyway, we'll see how I feel about it when I watch the series. And if I do end up building a VC crossover in my head (because like. armand and the theatre are right there and while I was able to confine myself to a quick Easter Egg reference in Incinctus...lol.)

Les Mis:

The next chapter of P&J is coming, I swear. Also planning to debut Acheron this month because...I mean I know it's technically a Groundhog Day AU set in June, but it feels appropriate to start posting it around Halloween? IDK XD

Original Fic:

Again I do need to catch up on OTP memes. I do like the one piece I put out this month, which was about the Horsemen in Lux. They're a Delight and I love them.

...yeah, that's about it. Like I said, short post this month because I didn't get much actual writing done last month. Hopefully October will be better for me (if nothing else, hopefully I actually will catch up on all the backlogged OTP Meme fills, lol...)

#miscellania #coming attractions #open question night

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Just friends

Minors DNI.

Pairings: College AU. College!Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (fingering), swearing, is fluff a warning?

A/N: Okayy, so this a college AU with a friends with benefits dynamic. I wanted to make this a slow burn so I'll see where it leads lol.

Enjoy!

He was kissing your neck and you were adjusting yourself under him to allow him to move further down. He didn’t smell like himself; his cologne was mixed with someone else’s. You were supposed to be okay with that though, because you guys were just friends after all. You were there for each other while doing homework, working on labs together, going bowling on the weekends, grabbing coffee and when the teenage hormonal urge came to indulge in each other’s body; well, a month ago you agreed to that too.

“Look, despite the movies, I think it could work,” Gojo proposed.

“What makes you think that?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the lab counter you guys were sitting at, trying to compile a report you messed up twice by now.

Chemistry was hard. But Gojo was making it harder for both of you right now by asking unnecessary questions to push a few boundaries in your friendship.

“The fact that you are pretty objective, and that we are both have needs,” he said, adding a playful drawl on the last word.

“No,” you pointed out firmly, hesitating to meet the eyes that were set at looking into yours. “You have needs, I on the other hand would like to finish this report and go to sleep.”

“See, that could easily be turned into a better end to your day if you go to sleep with me,” he countered, putting his hand on the calculator you were punching numbers into; forcing you to lift your head up and look at him with a frustrated but amused expression.

“Is this really the time to talk about this?” you huffed, trying to free your hand while trying hard and failing at controlling the heat spreading to your face.

“No time better than the present lovie.”

“Not your lovie,” you emphasized, sitting back onto your chair and giving up at the notion of finishing your lab. When Gojo is being stubborn about something, there were not a lot of ways to solve the problem but give in and listen; like right now, with his absurd idea.

But was it really absurd though? You guys have been friends for a good while now, 2 years to be exact. You liked how he could go on for ages talking about the ridiculous things he did at college that day and you wouldn’t mind listening because it allowed you to see the day outside of your own world. Maybe it was because your life lacked a little chaos and his lacked the calm and organization of yours; but you worked well with each other. He dragged you out of the dorm on days you got obsessed with completing your readings and you were grateful for the sun that you got. You also dragged him back into the dorm on nights you knew were meant for rest, or studying instead of getting wasted with the kids who had already completed their tests for that week.

“Look, all I’m saying is, let’s try it out, and if it fails…” he stretched out of his chair like he was doing some kind of tedious work (like the fucking report you guys were supposed to write). “Well, at least we will know where that road leads to.”

His standing figure made you look so small you wanted to punch him in the throat. But you also felt safe?

It’s not like you were completely against the idea. I mean, you knew him pretty well; you knew what kind of a person he was. You understood that he makes a great friend, but he would probably break your heart and chuck it in the bag of broken hearts he carries around with him. And let’s not lie, he’s hot. You’ve seen how his shirt rides up when he leans back against the pillows on your bed on the days he drops by your dorm to annoy you. You also hate how you can’t stop yourself from staring at how his eyes widen and sparkle when he finds something interesting in the material he’s reading when you guys are studying together. You knew there was a thin line between being his friend, working well together, him being so fucking attractive and you falling in love with him, God forbid.

Well, maybe you could walk that thin line. “If we fail, we never talk about it again okay?” you started, framing the rules of your relationship in your head.

“Yup,” he agreed, liking where this conversation was headed.

“There are going to be rules of course.”

“Mhhm.”

“No talk of this outside the two of us.” You look at him dead serious.

“Yep yep.”

“And you have to stop being so fucking annoying when we do what we do,” you added.

“Meh, no promises,” he shrugged.

“Okay, well, it looks like we’ve come to some kind of an agreement even though this report is not done,” you sighed closing your book at the realization that the time you signed up for the lab had elapsed.

“Hey,” Gojo said, clearing his throat. Was he nervous? You glanced at him while trying to gather your things into your bag.

“Do you wanna test the agreement?”

“What?” you pause your actions at the offer. “Now?”

“I mean, I see nothing stopping us,” he reasoned. “And we can finish the report at the dorm too.”

“How do you plan for these bribes to work with me?” you smile at his offer to work in exchange of doing the dirty.

“What can I say lovie, I’m a bit of a genius when it comes to being a slut.” Only Gojo could imbue so much confidence into being a slut.

“Again,” you said, “not your lovie.” You push your bag into his chest as a sign of agreement and head towards the lab door. He caught up with you in no time, cradling your bag in his arms and smiling stupidly wide like he won at an arcade game at the fair. You didn’t know if what was going to follow was a disaster or the start of something better than anything you two ever knew.

He didn’t even wait for you guys to settle into your room or talk about how your relationship was going to work before throwing your bag onto the bed and backing you up against your door and pressing his lips against yours to let you know how the next few hours of your day were going to go. And oh my god, they were going to go so fucking good.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and twisting the lock on your door with his free hand.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, embarrassed and a little confused at how quickly this day was taking a whole new turn.

“Wanna say that again?” he teased swiping his thumb across your cheek while tilting your head to look at you properly.

“Just-” you swallowed. You’ve never seen his eyes look like this, even after all this time with him. They had their usual playful glint in them, the kind that normally makes you want to shove him through a locker (not that you haven’t tried) but right now there was something more. Something that made you want to run but also give into his touch and the patterns he was drawing on the small of your back with his other hand. “Just…take it slow okay?” you ask, hoping he understood that you hadn’t done something like this in a while now.

He knew that though. You talked about your first times over a drunk Friday evening and that was when he figured you hadn’t done as much as him and you also figured that Gojo was a threat to womankind.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, taking your hands into his and leading you towards the bed. His eyes never left yours and you weren’t done tasting his lips just yet, so you stare at them with unabashed desire. “Oh, my eyes are up here love,” he said, pausing his movements to take in this side of you he hadn’t seen before.

“Shut up,” you retort, a little annoyed at how quickly he had you feeling so hot and bothered. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy-toes to pull him down to meet your lips as he groans into the kiss in surprise. You don’t know what it was that got into you, but you pushed him to walk to the edge of the bed as your tugged at the hem of his shirt to let him know you wanted it on the floor. He was breathing hard too by this point; his hand cupping your neck and the other finding its way under your shirt. He laughs at your attempt to lift his shirt and removes his hands from your body for a moment to take his shirt off. Your eyes widen at the view you were presented with. Your hands reach for his chest but he grabs your wrists, tilting his head in amusement. “Kinda unfair if yours doesn’t come off too no?”

And that’s how you found his hands slipping under your shirt and around your back, leaving goosebumps at his touch. He unhooked your bra and lifted the set of clothing from your body, leaving you hazy from all the kisses that he was planting along your jawline and neck. He pulled your hands that were stroking his chest to interlock with his fingers as he used your momentary confusion to push you onto your bed and hover over you in one clumsy but simultaneously smooth maneuver.

He was reveling in this side of you that you were showing. It was chaotic, it was vulnerable and most of all, it was so beautiful. His hands release yours as he finds interest in playing with your breasts. He takes hold of your left breast and squeezes it as you whine and twist your head into the pillows at his teasing and the lack of attention that was being paid to your areas down south. You pull at the white strands of his hair you had slid your fingers into and he groans into your skin making you shudder. He opens his lips to the side of your neck that you gave space to and bites down as a response to your own roughness. The moan that escapes your mouth makes you want to hide in embarrassment as he chuckles into the mark he was leaving.

Your chest was heaving, as your hands grab at the sheets next to you instead to find some kind of stability among the fireworks that his touch was leaving. “Gojo-” you started, lifting your head from the pillow, to see him smirking at you. He moves down towards your stomach and thighs, making sure to kiss the curves and edges and taking note of the areas he kissed and you moaned at. “I will kill you if you don’t stop teasing.” You drop back onto the pillow again, not being able to hold for too long as his fingers stroke your inner thighs, taking off the last article of clothing you had on.

He leans forward, looking at you with your eyes fluttering shut and fidgeting around his hold on you. “Aw, cute,” he says, stroking your thighs and brushing his fingertips around your clit, not touching it but making it more sensitive than you would have ever imagined. “You can still threaten me looking like this.” You push your head deeper into the pillows at the sensation of the butterfly kisses he was placing on your inner thighs and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave his marks yet again.

“I swear to God-” you plead, threading your hands into his hair again. “Patience, pretty,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs to allow his fingers to take their place and rub at your clit in tiny circles. You gasp and have the urge to shut your legs but he has one of his legs secured between yours and you really wanted him to keep going too. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asks, running his index and middle finger along the outer area of your slits.

you nod at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were getting hazy from circles he was drawing on your clit with his middle finger and moving it down to tease your entrance.

“Words, love,” he says, shifting to lean above you and place a kiss to your lips and chest that was heaving roughly by now.

“I-I’m ready,” you softly reply, looking into his eyes and then at his smile that reminded you that he was your safety and also the person that was going to ruin in the next few minutes.

“Tell me to stop when you want to okay?” He assures you as he slides his fingers between your slits to feel your wetness.

“Mhmm,” is all you can say as you feel his middle finger play around your entrance before finding its way against your walls. You breathe sharply at the feeling of his finger pulling in and out slowly, to explore its way around you. But it was also making you so hot-headed as it hit all the right corners and spaces. He swallows your moans with his lips and tries to steady your body by sucking at your nipples. But it only made your head cloudier and you let go of any control of the sounds that were coming out of you.

Your back arches with an audible whimper escaping your chest at Gojo’s attempt to curl his finger against your walls and he smirks, knowing what he just did. He continues the curling motions and tests your limit by nudging a second finger at your entrance. You yelp at the tight feeling of your walls against his fingers. “Fuck,” you spread your legs wider as a sign of giving in to his movements completely. He was entranced by the pretty sounds coming out of you and the way your hips were moving up and down his fingers trying to chase the knot that was tightening at the bottom of your stomach.

He speeds up the movements of his fingers, moving in and out of you. You let out soft cries at how he wasn’t letting you get a moment of rest between the feeling of his mouth against the sensitive spots on your neck and breasts mixed with the madness that was occurring between your legs. “Gojo, I can’t-” you say in a shaky cry at the way your walls were tightening against his fingers. He pushes you further with his thumb rubbing faster against your clit and you just about lose it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a strangled moan leaving your lips

“Hey pretty girl, wanna let go for me?” he whispers as he looks at your desperate eyes. You nod feverishly as he continues his motions, and he hoists one of your legs further apart to rest on his lap. You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and the tingling on your clit getting borderline painful. You snap your palm on Gojo’s wrist trying to fight the feeling but he doesn’t relent. And with the next few motions of his fingers curling against you while he bit into your neck a little too rough, you let out a strangled shriek and arch your back as your walls pulsate around his fingers at your orgasm.

He drank in the sight of you panting and your legs shaking from the orgasm. Your eyes were pinched shut and one of your hands had the sheets tightly tucked into your fist and the other was squeezing his wrist that was still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm. He leans forward, in awe and with sense of adoration.

“You good?” he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed the stray pieces of hair on the sides of your face to place more chaste kisses across your cheeks and moving to your neck. You hiss as he takes his fingers out of you and you are given an apology as he muffles your complaints with his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at Gojo’s now tight pants. You smirk and shift to balance your figure on your elbows to meet his eyes.

You nod at the bulge through his pants. “Do you wanna do something about that or…?” you question reaching out to place your hands against his chest, and push him into sitting back onto the bed as you straddle him.

“I mean…if you can take it,” he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, and squeezing your hips.

God, this may be a huge mistake or one of the greatest things you guys stumbled upon with each other.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so help me oh lords of smut; I hope I didn’t it mess up lol. I also really like this college AU so maybe I’ll continue it, idk.

Alsoo, the header I used here was got from pinterest but if it has sources to someone here on Tumblr, I would love to credit <3

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