#apparently I need to live in the mountains if I want to live in peace

[rideroftheoctocorn]

Maybe this is my “I’m from New York so I didn’t choose to live here I was just already here” kicking in but can we actually learn to respect people’s privacy and acknowledge the fact that not everyone who lives in a major city is doing so because they want to be famous or the main character or an influencer or whatnot. I’m so sick of seeing tiktoks go viral that are just plainly stalking or doxxing random people who didn’t ask for attention or fame and are just living their lives. Especially given how many people in NYC are living with a wide variety of mental states, abilities, divergencies, and diversities treating them as a spectacle for your entertainment is deeply dehumanizing. Particularly in the past few years seeing so many content creators move here and gain their fame here it is becoming increasingly frustrating to feel like just existing in my home is not coherent with the burgeoning voyeurism culture that’s growing online. I, nor anyone who lives in a large city, should have to leave their homes every day worrying about the potential of being recorded and ridiculed online for just being a person.

People should be able to live their lives with the right to privacy. This isn’t to say that certain instances of internet activism shouldn’t have happened; for instance the Central Park bird watching incident (google it if you aren’t familiar but a woman was being racist towards a black man bird watching in central Park and his recording on the incident vindicated him). But instances like those are the exception and not the rule and many cases of publishing interpersonal conflicts/interactions is not from good faith activism or even from an activist point at all. Honestly what sparked this for me was that dumb tiktok that blew up of that girl looking for the person who kept writing “monke” on the whiteboard at her gym and the series of videos she made amassed more than 25 million views as she made a very public game out of trying to find the identity of this person. Some of her tactics included staking out at the gym waiting for this person or even asking the employees at the front desk who the person was. Maybe this person didn’t want to be a viral tiktok sensation and just wanted to write something goofy on the whiteboard at their local gym. Instead, this person has millions of strangers online seeking them out using unethical/invasive methods. All over someone who just wanted to write “monke.” Can we not just be a little silly in public without being at risk of it being the next internet sensation? If you live in a busy metropolitan area is it now your responsibility to make yourself as invisible as you can every time you step outside your front door? I genuinely leave for work each day wondering if I’ve maybe picked the wrong outfit, makeup, or maybe there’s an embarrassing stain or issue with my appearance that someone is going to see, record, and share online. I’ve even now seen TikTok’s of people recording through peoples windows commenting on how they’re living in their private lives now as well (the video in question is of a young woman recording a couple dancing through their apartment window). Even the guy who goes around “turning average people into models” initiates these videos by first taking non-consented photos of strangers on the street. Invasion is not flattery as much as people on the internet might like to think it is.

It is deeply unfair to ask human beings to live their lives in an unending panopticon. We should be able to go outside, make a joke, leave a silly note, have a bad day, an embarrassing moment, an emotional outburst, leave the curtains open with the knowledge that these moments belong to ourselves and are not suddenly (and without our consent) just become something for the masses to consume. Small spats that should remain small spats become global debates, a conventionally attractive or unattractive person becomes the internet’s object of desire or disgust. Let people exist. Let them have their dignity.

#I FUCKING HATE TIKTOK CULTURE #This is also hitting a bit close to home for me but I work at a museum and I constantly dress to hide my identity #because of how many cameras are pointed at me all day everyday #and in the year of two thousand and twenty three it’s pretty hard to be a person #so to ask people to be media ready all the time is just impractical and inhumane #we aren’t all public figures but we are now expected to be ready for that level of attention #even certain internet phenomena that came from a good faith place such as recording Karen’s as a way to combat a certain kind of a racism #was co opted by non black people to publicly shame and embarrass any older white woman they don’t like #now the entire concept of a Karen has lost its original meaning while still existing as an open threat to older women who don’t behave #as expected in public #and yes I have seen white teenage boys yelling at women calling them Karen’s for just asking them to stop being rowdy #which is anecdotal evidence so take with a grain of salt #but I am simply EXHAUSTED #apparently I need to live in the mountains if I want to live in peace #also I wrote this in like a 5 minute rage so feel free to DM me or comment if I got something wrong

[flowersandbigteeth]

So you said your requests were open so ill take a shot at this. I would love to see more yandere orcs. Maybe reader is a merchant in a small town and the orc is a solitary man who lives in the mountains and rarely comes to town but when he does he only interacts with reader and buys small stuff just to talk to her. One day he comes by after winter is over (he couldnt risk traveling while winter was in cause of the cold and shit) and the reader is saying that she is getting married in a month and that sends the orc straight to kidnapping her and locking her up in his cabin to be his little house wife and mother of many little orclings. (Breeding kink please)

I think I got something close to that, lol This request was a lot to fit into just a few thousand words so I tried my best... ^_^'

Orc (Moth) x female reader

Word Count: 3k

W: nsfw monster smut, breeding kink, outdoor sex, kidnapping, forced marriage

“Damnit, this damn thing,” you grumbled at the rickety sign hanging over the door of your shop. Instead of swinging like it was supposed to, some tall bastard had bumped their head on it and now it was stuck flipped up. You hopped, trying to reach it. 

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” your father growled, poking his head out of the door of your little apothecary, “the boy’s gonna be here soon! You can’t greet him looking like that! Go put on one of your mother’s dresses.” 

You pointed up to the sign. 

“Forget the damn sign, this is far more important than that,” he growled. 

He had a lot riding on the meet cute you were about to have with the fairy lord Darold he was hoping to arrange your marriage with. Why Darold was even coming you had no idea. Apparently he’d seen you walking through the market and immediately had his men find out where you lived so he could approach your father. Your father was hoping to negotiate some sort of sale or something to hand you over. It was all very dreary when you thought about it so you tried not to. You were hoping he would meet you, quench his curiosity, find out you were very dull, and leave.

A shadow passed over you and there was a squeak as the sign was righted. You glanced up and smiled. 

“Moth!” you said, greeting your friend, “it’s been a long time! I hope you had a peaceful winter! You look quite well.” 

The handsome orc smiled at you. His hair had gotten longer and was pulled up in a ponytail and his green skin looked healthy and glowing. Your eyes drifted over the tattoos on his bulky arms, biting your lip. He was always a treat in the tight leather pants he wore and rather small vest that showed off his sculpted chest. No Fairyfolk in all of Fairy had better bodies than Orcs in your humble opinion, at least this one. His bright brown eyes burned for a moment, before they were drawn away by your father. 

“Moth, my boy!” he cheered, scrambling through the door, “so glad to see you back! Got a couple things around the place that need fixing!” 

Your father had gotten dependent on Moth’s kindness. Every spring he came back down from the mountain where he lived to load up on supplies. He needed lots and lots of medical supplies to last him through the season, before he returned again before the winter, so he was one of your father’s favorite people, spending a lot of money all at once. 

Whenever he came down he offered to fix things up around the shop. He’d fixed your roof, some floorboards that had come loose, and all sorts of other little things. You had no idea why he offered, but your father didn’t turn away his help, coming to rely on it as he had gotten older and less limber. 

“Hurry! Hurry!” your father said, “we’ve got a guest coming and I don’t want the place to look like it's falling apart.” 

Moth’s eyes drifted back to you and you pointed to the sign and mouthed “thanks” which got you a smile. Following them inside, you hurried up the stairs to do as your father said and find one of your late mother’s dresses. You weren’t at all the same size, but they were the only fancy things you owned. The rest of your clothes were simple, but durable wool dresses for working in the garden. 

You split some seams and tightened others, fastening everything with pins, to get the dress to look halfway decent on you before you returned. Since you lived in a few rooms above the shop, you didn’t have a proper place to meet so you hurriedly set up a small table and some chairs outside near the garden before rushing back inside to start some hot water for tea. All this time you were mulling over the injustice that you had to do all this work to prepare for someone you didn’t even want to see. 

You were too flustered and busy to notice that Moth had slowed his work on the back window and was watching you. He was always watching you, that’s why he offered to do chores for your father. Otherwise he wouldn’t have an excuse to hang around your shop. He liked to see you smile when you helped customers with your soft, gentle hands and flit around the garden collecting plants for potions. It made him imagine those soft smiles were for him and his children and you were enjoying the garden he’d been steadily building for you and your family. 

He carried those memories with him all season when he was back in his lonely cabin in the mountain, working on adding new rooms for the babies he planned on filling it with and building you a greenhouse so you could still have plants in the cold winter months. He knew as a hedgewitch that was very important to you.  

Today, though, you weren’t your usual happy self. Your brow was creased and you were dressed in a hideous dress that didn’t fit you properly but was covered in ribbons like the ladies in town. When you hurried around the corner to go look for something in the storage shed he pulled you behind the corner of the house, away from your father’s eyes. 

“What’s wrong (Y/N)?” he asked, “you look upset.” 

You blinked up at him, the tears that were hovering on the edges of your eyes threatening to drop. 

“I’m supposed to meet with some silly fairy to get married,” you pouted, “it’s not fair. I don’t understand why I can’t help father run the shop! Why does he want to send me away?” 

Moth’s normally gentle face was suddenly furious. 

“He what?” he growled. 

You took a step back, not expecting him to respond so strongly. It wasn’t his problem. 

“It’s nothing,” you said, moving to retreat, but he stopped you with a thick arm against the wall of the house, blocking your path. 

“Who is he?!” he snarled, folding his body down to your eye level. 

You trembled in front of him, confused by his sudden intensity. He’d always been such a gentle giant around you. The thick scent of his musk rolled over you on the breeze and your eyelashes fluttered. 

“I-I don’t know…he said he saw me in the market or something, I’ve never even seen him before,” you replied. 

The last few words seemed like the right ones, because he relaxed just slightly. Only instead of backing off, he scooped you up in his arms and started walking swiftly away from the shop. 

“Wh-what are you doing? I have to get ready for Darold,” you said. 

He growled at you, a sound you felt against your body pressed to his chest. 

“Don’t ever mention him in my presence again,” he snapped.

Your eyes got large. You still weren’t completely clear on what was happening until Moth loaded you next to him onto his cart and started driving away from town. 

“Moth, are you kidnapping me?!” you finally asked, now confident that’s what was happening. 

He eyed you with his flaring brown eyes. 

“Do I have to tie you up?” he asked. 

Your eyebrows went up and you shook your head. You peered behind you down the road that led in and out of town. 

“Aren’t you worried they’ll come after us?” you asked, “my father is going to realize we’re missing pretty quickly.” 

He looked at you and smiled, winking. 

“I have a secret,” he said, pulling a chain from underneath his shirt with a large purple crystal on it, “I have a teleportation crystal for emergencies and this must be what I’ve been saving it for. It won’t get us all the way to my mountain, but we’ll get far enough away that we can't be followed.” 

You looked nervously behind you seeing clouds of dust building on the horizon. 

“Well you should probably use it soon,” you murmured, as the black spots of riders were just becoming visible through the dust. 

Moth turned around and, much too slowly in your opinion, made sure everything in the cart was situated. 

“Moth…” you murmured as you got the first glimpse of your would be husband cresting the hill on his horse, his bright orange hair flaring in the sunlight. He wasn’t at all your type, though he was traditionally quite good looking, skinny with pale skin instead of Moth’s rich, beautiful green. You heard shouting as his men spotted you. 

Glancing up, the orc beside you threw the crystal on the ground smashing it into a million pieces. Purple smoke surrounded you invading your lungs and you coughed bitterly. The horses whinnied, not at all happy about the magic being foisted on them. Did it work? 

The smoke took far too long to clear, but the first thing you noticed was the quiet sound of birds chirping, not the yelling of guards. The horses had settled and Moss gently coaxed them forward out of the cloud of smoke and on to a peaceful looking road. You glanced behind you, worried someone would emerge to chase you through the smoke, but it just got thinner and thinner drifted off on the breeze until nothing but the road in the other direction remained. 

“Where are we?” you asked Moth, who was looking quite pleased. 

His eyes flashed at you and you realized suddenly this was the first time the two of you had been truly alone together. 

“We’re deep in the forest leading to the mountain,” he said, pointing to the shadowy mountain ahead of you, “there’s no one around for probably a hundred miles…” 

“There’s truly no one?” you asked, slipping a little bit closer to him to his surprise. 

“Um…yeah…no one…” he murmured as your hand drifted to his leg, sliding up the sinewy muscle pressed against his pants. 

“So…now that we’re a couple…we should probably talk about how many babies we want to have,” you said, letting your hand drift higher and higher to the slowly hardening monstrosity that was pressed down one pant leg. 

That was the exact sort of conversation Moth wanted to have and he couldn’t hold in his smile, tusks shining in the balmy afternoon sunlight.

He scooped you up in his big hands that could lift far more than some little fairy, and tossed you into the back of the cart, where you landed in a soft pile of some linens he’d picked up for your bed and any little ones you may have before he made it back down the mountain. 

“We’re a couple?” he asked, still feeling a bit shy, though he could hardly hold himself back. He just wanted to hear it again. Just to be sure that you really wanted this. He wouldn’t have let you go if you didn’t, but it was all the more sweet that it seemed you did. 

You smiled and cupped his face in your hand as he hovered over you. 

“I certainly hope that was your intention when you kidnapped me, or this is going to be a very awkward trip,” you giggled, “Yes, we are a couple. You went to all this trouble…”

He hushed you with a heavy kiss, his tusks brushing your cheeks. Your skin sparkled as his hot mouth dragged away from your lips and he nibbled your earlobe. 

“I’m going to make you round with five little green babies,” he purred, making you melt underneath him, he chuckled, “unless you want more…we can make more…” 

Your fingertips found his chest, dusted with dark hair and you smoothed your hand over it. 

“Six is a nice even number,” you whispered back as his kisses dropped lower and lower down the column of your neck. 

“I can give you six,” he rumbled into your skin, “but first you have to give me something…I bet you can guess what it is…” 

You heard the fabric of your dress tearing and in a moment you were bare in the afternoon sunlight, while Moth showered your body in kisses. His greedy fingers dug into your flesh, pinching and squeezing your soft places. 

“Mmm, please,” you pleaded with him, bucking your hips, “take it.”

As eager as Moth was to do just that, he was much too large to go slamming into you. While he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hand dropped lower to feel your puffy lips. A sense of satisfaction washed over him as you opened your legs for him, inviting him in, asking for more. 

Slipping his fingers through the wetness he circled your clit with a digit, smiling into your breast as you moaned for him, writhing. Tugging your nipple with his teeth to get your attention, he thrust a finger inside, opening you up before pushing in another. 

“Moth, please…breed me,” you groaned, love drunk and dizzy. 

He’d never heard sweeter words, scissoring his fingers inside of you to stretch you a bit, his anticipation building for your sweet pussy wrapped around his cock. 

“I’m gonna fuck six little orc babies into you, sweetheart,” he murmured between kisses as he made his way down your body, “pretty ones just like their mama and strong ones like their papa.” 

You keened when his tongue reached your clit and he covered it with his lips. He needed you gushing if you were going to take him. 

“Come on, mama,” he groaned into your pussy, “give papa what he needs.” 

He thrust his fingers extra hard inside you and you fell apart on them sobbing his name. 

“I need you inside of me,” you were quickly begging despite the glittering orgasm you’d just had. Your pussy was spasming around his fingers, but you knew you could be fuller…much fuller. 

He smirked, torturing you with long laps on your pussy to taste your nectar. When he was finally satisfied and you were limp and dripping, he inched himself inside you a bit at a time. His girth burned at first as it stretched you, but soon it turned into a good burn as he gently bottomed out between your warm folds. When he was fully sheathed he kissed you, his tongue tangling with yours. 

By the time he’d pulled away he’d lost any semblance of control, your tight, wet hole squeezing him, begging to be rutted. He tried starting out slow, giving you a few firm strokes before his pace quickly increased and you were mewling underneath him, your ankles almost behind your head as his big hands forced them down. 

“I’m gonna keep pumpin’ you fulla cum ‘til your belly’s nic’n round,” he slurred, his pretty brown eyes glittering at you, chasing that goal, “gonna be sucha pretty lil mama…” 

A finger found your clit, swirling it as his cock battered you, stretching you to hit all the right places. He was fucking the words out of you, all you could do was glow up at him and moan. You’d fantasized about this so many nights. Moth’s big body, moving on top of you. It was so much better than your naughty dreams. You came in absolute bliss, your cunt clamping down on him. 

He roared, slamming into you a few more times before he unloaded his hot load into your womb. Rolling his hips into you gently a few more times, he didn’t even want to pull out of you. He could stay buried in you for eternity, but he couldn’t keep you folded in half forever, so he reluctantly slid out of you and rolled to your side, letting out a satisfied breath. 

Rocking himself back over, his eyes drifted down to the mess leaking from between your thighs and he used a thick finger to push a big drop back in. 

“I think we made baby number one,” he purred, slipping the same hand around your waist and dragging you to his chest. He buried his nose in your hair, just to sniff you. He never wanted to be away from your scent.

Since it was very unlikely that anyone was going to happen upon you on this empty stretch of forest, the two of you napped in the sunlight until you continued your long journey home.

#monster smut #monster romance #orc x reader #orc #x reader #monster x reader #monster x female reader #yandere male #yandere x reader #fantasy smut

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

I Cherish You, Halcyon Days: v.

“You’re gonna die, kid. In the worst way possible.”

tags: afab!reader (she/her), angst, slow burn

pairing: gojou x reader + onesided!getou x reader

summary: You’re 15 years old when you’re told you’re going to die. You’re 17 years old when you realize who your killer will be. And you’re 17 years old when you make peace with the fact you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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"Sister School Exchange?"

"Yeah, it's this thing we do each year with the other of Jujutsu Tech in Kyoto," you lean back against Chinatsu's bed as your non-sorcerer friends look at your curiously.

It's a peaceful Sunday like any other.

Tooru is slouched awkwardly but comfortably at Chinatsu's desk playing Zelda, meanwhile Chinatsu has claimed her bed as her own while she braids her hair. Hard as these days are to come by now that you live in a school remote in some mountains on the countryside-esque outskirts of Tokyo, you relish when you have them. It's a touch of comfort and familiarity. "It's like a sports thing. Loser goes to the winner's school the following year. Last year we won so those suckers are coming to Tokyo."

"Who went where last year?" Chinatsu continues braiding her bright brown hair.

"We went to Kyoto," you expertly leave out the fact you didn't actually get to go. Nor the fact that you wouldn't be participating once again. Your friends don't need to know all that. Stupid special grade technicalities, you want to complain. There's no point, however, with the company you've surrounded yourself with. You're still more than a bit miffed at your inability to attend last year's Exchange.

"Is it an open event where anyone can go?" At your sympathetic grimace, Tooru scowls. "Damn rich people," he swears, rolling his eyes with an exaggerated sigh. His blue-black bangs are pulled back by a hairclip, fully displaying his newfound grumpiness. The idea of sports always kicks Tooru's competitive spirit into overdrive being a member of Tsubame High's rock climbing club. He tried getting you to join your middle school's team once. As it turns out, your grip strength was ass. And it still is if I'm being honest with myself. "Well kick their asses and send those losers back to Kyoto in shambles," Tooru demands as he returns to the visuals of Majora's Mask.

Oh if only. Well, you're certain that victory will be spelled out for your school once again if Gojou and Suguru have anything to say about it. You just know you won't actually play any role in it.

"I'll be sure to let you guys know how it goes."

ー

It's a toss up for you on which days you prefer at Jujutsu Tech. Some days it's Monday, Wednesday, Friday and other times you really appreciate a good Tuesday, Thursday Saturday schedule. It depends on how tired your are... and how much procrastinating you've done on your assignments.

After watching X-Men back in '01, maybe it shouldn't have been a surprise that Jujutsu Tech had regular classes but you still remember your surprise during your first week of first year. Apparently, you actually need to at least know the essential basics society deemed important. As such, Jujutsu Tech operated on a block schedule where certain days detailed which day you'd be learning standard course work or anything related to jujutsu.

Monday, Wednesday and Friday were dedicated to normalcy with classes like Math, Japanese, English and Japanese History. Those were handled by the assistants who actually had teaching licenses. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday were all jujutsu-based. History of Jujutsu, Application of Cursed Techniques and Exorcism and Physical Education. (Physical Education being a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday class was the most surprising for you. But once you found out PE included sparring and mock battles against curses, you understood the picture.) These classes were handled by the sorcerers that did the heavier curse-exorcising work in this field with four teachers assigned a specific grade of students to handle.

With Nanami Kento and Haibara Yuu joining as first years, Fujioka still had her hands full with preparing the first years for the rest of their jujutsu careers.

Being in charge of the second years, Yaga didn't have much to do in terms of teaching late last year after Okita died. So the muscle head seemed pretty excited to go from 0 students to 4.

Yamada's graduated but with Utahime and Mei Mei being the new fourth years, Koizumi still has work to do.

The only teacher doing nothing now until next year rolled around at the Tokyo branch of Jujutsu Tech is Matsuno. If none of you are dead by the time third year rolls around, she'll have 4 students bothering her then.

This particular Saturday, classes have been halved for the day. Thanks again, irregular scheduling. And thanks again, Kyoto Tech. It's not the first day of it, that won't be until Monday. Still, today is the day the Kyoto Tech students are arriving and that is important enough that you don't need a full day of schooling.

You recall the names of the people of interest Utahime mentioned during spring break and try imagining faces to the names while Gojou loudly groans at Shoko's newest terrible attempt at explaining how reversed curse technique works. It doesn't help that it looks like smoke is exiting Haibara's brain in his own confusion.

"I think Shoko's right, Gojou," you grin widely at the snow-haired boy's head swivel in your direction. Even with the sunglasses, you can tell he's irritated. "You just don't have the common sense for it."

"Oh like you're able to understand her gibberish," Gojou's tongue clicks.

You're absolutely not. "Hyoo hyoi, right, Shoko?"

"Hyoo hyoi!" Shoko chirps back deviously. "[First] is getting it."

"See?" You gesture at the girl. A crumpled, empty soda can gets tossed your way and your hands fly out immediately to create a peach-colored shield of energy. "Sore loser!"

"Walking copyright infringement," you hate how that comment actually gets a choked laugh of you while you tell him your technique is called Rejection based on the Phoenix Wright franchise. So what if your abilities are reminiscent of a certain manga character with burnt orange hair and a pair of blue flower pins, Gojou should leave you be. You don't control the way in which jujutsu techniques are passed out.

"Why do I have to be stuck with the generation of teachers that don't know how to do reversed curse technique," he grumbles. "Why does the one person I know who can do it have the explanation abilities of a 5 year old? Who the hell did I piss off in a past life for this?"

Shoko tries to pull out a cigarette but it's snatched out of her hands by Suguru in equal parts concern and his own frustration at her less-than-stellar explanations. "I'm sure the list is long so thanks for spreading your bad luck to me too, Satoru," Gojou sticks out his tongue and brandishes his middle finger brazenly, Suguru flips him the bird right back. Yours and Haibara's giggles fill the air while Nanami, arguably the most sane of the six of you, sighs in annoyance.

It really is unfortunate for everyone that Shoko's pure instincts surrounding her abilities can't be translated into comprehensible words.

You learned the year prior in Application of Cursed Techniques and Exorcism I that it was really only relatively recently the jujutsu schools were established and passing down general knowledge outside of family became a thing. Unfortunately, the time in which these schools were created, information on reversed cursed technique was unable to be secured. So until Shoko is able to explain in full how she does it ー or the rest of you are able to start using it on your own ー Jujutsu Tech won't be receiving any updates to the cursed technique application curriculum.

"Nanami," Gojou points at the blond who already looks like he regrets even stepping one foot out of his dorm today. "Learn how to use RCT and explain it to me like a good underclassman!"

"I'd prefer to have a responsible upperclassman who learns on his own and teaches me instead," came the instant rebuttal from the practical sorcerer-in-training.

"Where's the fun in tradition?"

One last sigh of amusement later, you look at your hands thoughtfully. Rejection. A tiny shield stands tall in front your palm. But if we're talking about missing a few puzzle pieces, I'm assed out too. You sigh as Rejection dissipates. Why can't you have six little faerie creatures to help you create a variety of shields too? When it comes to you second years, it's easy explaining the roles you have based on ability alone.

You're the tank, Shoko's the healer and Getou and Gojou are both different flavors of DPS. That's not necessarily a problem, you know. Even the basics of cursed energy usage can exorcise a curse, but when it comes down to it ー you are your partner are both supports and having a bit of an offensive kick would come in handy at some point in the future.

So you decided at the beginning of second year that if you already were teetering the line of coincidentally ripping off Inoue Orihime's technique, why not go for the full thing and try mimicking the rest too? Your first assignment, creating a shield that sends back the damage and finally start stepping in the direction of acquiring an offensive move set.

It's just been a bit of a work-in-progress developing the technique in secret mostly because you have no idea what you're doing beyond the general principle of what you want to do. Dissonance and Disconnect will be your masterpieces ー whenever you manage to them figure out.

There's a tap on your shoulder, "[First]," Shoko taps you once again. "Help me carry back drinks from the vending machine?"

"Yeah, I got you," you'll figure out your masterpieces later then.

Together the two of you made your way to the nearest vending machine to the training grounds. It's not terribly far but it isn't particularly close either. You grumbled over this fact more than enough during your first year. You understand the lack of students means a lack of vending machines, but it would still be nice if this particular vending machine was close enough you didn't have to walk twenty minutes to get to it. "Do you think we could move it ourselves, actually?"

"Do you really feel like carrying that thing down a flight of stairs?"

"Never mind," you groan.

It's part way through your quest to quench everyone else's thirst when you see him. A boy donned in navy blue and gray traditional clothes and dirty blond hair with dark tips. He's certainly no student of Tokyo Tech, you perk up in realization. The boy is cute, you think. "You're one of the Kyoto students, right?" You wave politely as he glances at you. "We can help you if you're lost."

Amber eyes look you up and down before the boy turns to Shoko alone, "When I heard you were enrolling I was surprised, Ieiri," you can't stop your head from tilting, wide eyes blinking in surprise. "Considering all you're good for is healing your peers, you'd think your family wouldn't invest in your education. Especially considering

"Hey," you glare, sticking a friend out in front of your friend. "The only ones who gets to mess with one of us, is us." It's a privilege, not a right. "And all things considered, since Shoko's able to do shit you clearly can't, you shouldn't be running your mouth."

Amber eyes point your way again as the boy actually addresses you, "you must be the foreigner, your accent is very apparent." You have an accent, what of it? You learned Japanese from the ground and you were proud of the progress. No one can take away from you, least of all this guy. "If anyone shouldn't be speaking here, it's the one from a country so backwater you had to come to a foreign land to learn anything about sorcery."

"Naoya," Shoko finally speaks, mouth pulled into a frown. So this is the face you can put with the name Zenin Naoya. "How horrible to see you too. If you're looking to talk to Gojou and Getou, they're in that direction." The brunette thumbs behind herself in the direction you both came from. "Otherwise, you're a long ways off from the rooms the Kyoto students are supposed to be staying in."

You aren't sure what the boy has to be smirking about and you wonder how much trouble you'd get in if you tried punching him. "I know where I'm heading," the first year states, crossing his arms. "I wanted to see the Six Eyes of the Gojou Clan myself. But it'll be something to see the other special-grade as well."

"Yeah well get a good look at the dudes who are going to kick your-"

"Naoya," a deep voice interjects growing tensions. For once, something akin to a scowl dons Naoya's face as his expression shifts to annoyance. "You said you wouldn't antagonize the Tokyo students if I let you off on your own."

"That wasn't antagonizing, that was small talk," his upperclassman's face tells you he doesn't believe that one bit.

He's tall, albeit not as tall as Gojou or Suguru, with black hair with a dyed streak of green in his bangs."Sorry about our first year," the Kyoto senior bows with an exasperated sigh. You don't envy what he has to deal with. If Naoya had been included in the batch of first years Tokyo Tech received, you're sure you would have transferred schools. Or maybe you would have stayed out of spite. "I'll deal with him."

"Please see that you do," your cheek muscles ache from how forcefully you are smiling. What the actual hell is wrong with that guy? You side-eye your partner as the Kyoto first year skulks off, likely ignoring the scolding his upperclassman is giving him. "Why doesn't he have a hate club?"

"Believe it or not, that's not even as bad as he gets. That was actually Naoya at his best," Shoko has to be joking. This is another one of her dry humor jokes. Unfortunately, there's not even a wink of playfulness in her eyes. If that's this guy's best, I don't want to see what his worst is. "The rest of us were in a secret Hope Naoya Gets Homeschooled Alliance. Sadly all our efforts have clearly been for naught."

"Yeah, you guys really should have tried harder," you aren't sure there is any word in any language that could best describe him besides 'worst' and 'brat. And you know what? He isn't even that cute! The culmination of terrible traits in asshole shoujosei love interests created a terrible creature. I'll never say Gojou's a waste of a pretty face ever again. 

Even at Gojou's absolute worse, he's never held a candle to the display of disrespect you bore witness to. "I really need us to win this year. I am so serious if we lose to that pompous asshole, I'll quit being a sorcerer because I refuse to accept defeat from him. Matter of fact," you cross your arms obstinately. "I know we're winning this year and I can't wait to see his walk of shame out of Tokyo. It isn't enough for him to lose, he has to be utterly humiliated."

"I hope he fights Getou," your rant certainly appeals to the brunette who nods in agreement. "It would have been better if Getou was a girl," despite the disappointment that is your reality, Shoko's eyes dance with mischief. "But either way, he'll hate losing to someone who comes from a non-sorcerer family the most." At your look, Shoko blinks in realization. "Right, you wouldn't know. The Zenin's have a saying that basically boils down to the only sorcerer's worth their salt are from the Zenin family, but a non-sorcerer is basically less than human."

Every time you learn something new about the Amazing Sexists, the less you like what you hear. "Geez that family sounds like a real piece of work," you stick out your tongue in annoyance. "I want him to fight Gojou," you nod to yourself in satisfaction. "Their families hate each other, right? So if he loses to him I just know his parents will be pissed. 'How dare you lose to the son of the Gojou family! You're no son of ours! Leave this house!' or something like that."

Shoko's bob dances as she shakes her head, "doubt it. When you're that strong, winning is guaranteed. They'd be disappointed but not surprised, if anything."

"Why 'cause Gojou's a special-grade?" You purse your lips in your prodding. "Because if that's what we're going off of Suguru's got the win in the bag too. Or is it the Gojou comes from sorcerer family thing?"

"Partly the latter," Shoko admits. "But I told you before already. Gojou's pretty much a legend to sorcerers," yes, it is hard to forget when everyone talked about it. "They'd expect a loss if Naoya had to fight him. Maybe if he had the Ten Shadows they'd think he had a fighting chance, but I doubt he does because it would be talked about all over if he inherited it."

Has Gojou always been so... Your mind struggles for the right word. It dawns on you then that Naoya had referred to him as the Six Eyes instead of Gojou's family or given name. Objectified? It's an unpleasant feeling to admit to yourself that he is. Even slightly more so as you try to recall if you've done so yourself and how much you may if you did. You're sure you have. You must have. What else were the bulk of your rants with Utahime were about if Gojou ever organically came up in conversation?

"He's still just some guy," you wonder if your words are more meant to self-soothe than a solid argument. "He thinks eating pancakes is substantial for dinner. I don't know how he's never had a cavity."

"A guy who'll be in the future Jujutsu Tech textbooks and we won't even be footnotes," Shoko sighs at her joke of self-deprecation. "But yeah, it's too bad they won't have anything in there about how he eats his weight in junk food." She pulls out a piece of paper where she has everyone else's desired drinks scrawled on. "Anyway, let's finish getting the drinks."

ー

This isn't the first time you've come out to the training grounds past curfew, but you would have head in by now.

Perhaps it's your irritation at Naoya that has you practicing longer than usual. Or perhaps it's your own inability to advance your technique and the frustration beginning to boil over. It's likely a mixture of both. It's well-past dinner and the sun has set for the evening, your only light source being a lantern you took out of the storage shed.

If there's another thing this school needs, it is stadium lights for the training grounds.

"Uwah," You look behind you, noticing the approaching footsteps and you spot a familiar head of messy white hair. "I would have thought you were sneaking off somewhere more exciting."

"How'd you know I was sneaking out?"

"Was up playing Momotetsu a few times and I saw your cursed energy moving around," Gojou shrugs. It truly is hard to hide anything from those eyes. You wondered in the past if his ocular abilities were passive or something that needed to be activated. When you saw his eyes glowing in the past, you came to the conclusion it's a mixture of both depending on what he needed to see. His sunglasses are on but in your dark surroundings, you don't see any signs of azure glow. Seeing cursed energy must be one of the passives. "Finally got curious to see where you heading off the past couple weeks. Didn't expect it to be here."

"Well now you know," you rest a hand on your hip. "Go back to playing Momotetsu."

Gojou dropped a hand above his hidden eyes as if blocking out the sun, "Nah, I'm looking for Orihime's faeries now, they're out here somewhere," haha very funny, Gojou hasn't said that one before. Ever. His grin widens as he takes in the unamused roll of your eyes. "What are you doing back out here? I could hear your big feet clunking around even with my walkman on."

"If you must know," you ignore his last jab petulantly as he comes closer. "I'm trying to evolve how Rejection works by ripping off Orihime's moves. Sadly these faeries aren't worth shit, they're stingy and only work for her." That earns a snicker from your new audience and that manages to make you perk up. "Jokes aside though, I'm pretty sure I can make Rejection be a return-to-sender and even get it to cut things in half if I try hard enough. So I've been trying it out."

"Must suck not having a users manual," Gojou whistles.

You huff in agreement, kicking a nearby pebble. "Who are you telling?" That's the trial-and-error of coming from non-sorcerer families. Everything you learn about your cursed technique is through figuring it out on your own. Weird glowing orb thing? It's was just Suguru doing as dumb kids do when he decided to swallow it and see what would happen. You didn't even start using Rejection until you were 10, well past the usual date of ability manifestation, all because of an accident. "But if I look at it from a different angle, this just means there's no pre-existing guide to tell me Rejection can't do this or that. I test out those limits myself and be the one who makes the guide."

And if you ever had kids, they'd be the beneficiaries. If you ever lived long enough to get to the point you'd start considering them. You shake head, physically tossing the thoughts out of your brain. "Anyways, like I said, I'm going all in on the copyright infringement. What Kubo doesn't know won't hurt him," you chuckle to yourself. "So I'm starting out with trying to get Rejection to return attack energy back at specific triggers."

Gojou looks between you and the noticeably empty space in front of you. You can already tell what your classmate is thinking ー must be pretty difficult when there's literally nothing to shoot anything at what you put up. "... and you're doing that how?"

You puff your cheeks sheepishly, glancing pointedly in a different direction, "Casper's been a great assistant to me lately."

"So all you've been doing is wasting cursed energy and hoping something happens?"

"On the bright side, I've gotten really good at putting my technique up with various poses over the past couple weeks," you offer weakly with a cough. So far you've mastered the Jotaro Kujo point, the Okuyasu The Hand swipe and the Kakyoin Emerald Splash.

That comment gets you a light swat to the back of your head and you move to elbow him back, but you only meet the infinity between you both. "Just get to posing out your shields and I'll blast cursed energy at it," Gojou flicks his fingers back in a shooing motion as he walks a couple meters away from you. Before you can even attempt to dissuade him, he's already in position. "Tell Casper to take a hike for a while. You don't pay him enough to do overtime."

"You'll help me?" You've never trained personally with Gojou. Likely because neither of you felt the need. You didn't like him and you likely weren't someone worth training with from his perspective. You'd sooner expect Hell to freeze over. It must have frozen over then.

"I don't know how you're planning on making a shield that shoots back attacks without actually having something shot at it," he shrugs in the dim light of the lantern. "And I'm already out here."

"You know what," you rest your hands on your hips. "Dinner's on me tonight, what do you want? This is gonna work up an appetite for me and you eat like a horse anyway."

"Seriously?"

"Just don't say pancakes. Or waffles," you rack your brain for different loopholes. "Actually, I'm putting in stipulations ー there needs to be a protein and a vegetable, bare minimum. I'm making sure you eat actual food tonight." You're pretty sure there's salmon leftover from the other night from when Nanami cooked. And I could sauté the spinach so he doesn't complain much. "Salmon, sauteed spinach and something else. I don't want this to take forever so I guess I'll just go with rice since it's already late." Rice it'll be then. "This is your reward for helping me!"

There's a decent-sized blast of energy that hurls in your direction. "Um, excuse me, I thought I was supposed to pick what we eat?"

"Rejection!" True to your word, you point as if you're the JoJo of Stardust Crusaders. There's no energy that shoots back in Gojou's direction, but you'll figure out a pattern before the night is over. Maybe I should try something where Rejection can pocket that energy and then it gets shot back? "I changed my mind," you snort. "You're eating what I make and you'll like it. I don't need you dying of a sugar coma before the Exchange Event properly begins."

"Oh come on, it's a treat for helping you out, shouldn't I call the shots here?" The pouting begins much to your lack of surprise. "What sort of reward dinner is this? If this is how you treat them, I can see why the faeries didn't want to help you out!"

"Do you want a free dinner?" When there's no slick comment shot your way, you consider this a victory. "Beat Zenin Naoya's ass to kingdom come and maybe I'll consider making something you want without any sort of fine print. Do we got ourselves a deal?"

There's a smile in Gojou's voice. A smug smile, but it is in his tone nonetheless while he speaks, "I'd do that even if there wasn't a free meal on the line, you know."

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Extra

And we're back to our usually scheduled programming. I update once per week for four weeks, two week hiatus, then back to consistent updates. At least, that's what I decided on other platforms to give myself a break here and there.

Admittedly the Orihime copyright infringement joke is one of the few jokes I've been waiting to make. Glad this moment is finally here.

You also finally get to meet your buddies from middle school, Tooru and Chinatsu. There's another buddy too but he's a special case who won't be showing up for some chapters. I honestly have an entire mini TV series worth of shenanigans concerning this friend group but y'all will just have the tip of the iceberg. Hopefully when that gets touched on in a future chapter, you guys will find it as amusing as I do. Like I made it a point to mention, the Reader really wants to hold onto what she can of her non-sorcerer life. She's "*Miles Morales voice* I can do both" about it

Anyways, you and Gojou are bonding some more and it doesn't relate to food. This is growth. Reblogs and Likes appreciated.

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #getou x reader #geto suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #i cherish you halcyon days

[prettypeonylanwangji]

#ThoughtOfTheDay✿ where modern Lan Wangji lives a quiet life, a peaceful one that he actually likes. Lan Wangji is fine by being alone. He even has a schedule with his friends, whom he meets every friday in the afternoon to take tea. He lives on his own, and work at a local bookshop. The town he lives in is calm, small, and so close to nature that he doesn't even need his car to see a single glimpse of a mountain. He is surrounded by nature and quietness, and his life is great. Until a stranger comes to reside there.

Lan Wangji hates new trouble; and this guy seems like trouble. With his motorcycle, his black clothes, tatoos and piercings, Lan Wangji feels threatened. After all, he is one of the few youngers of the village. The elders do not like him either. He is well educated, polite, but too pretty on the sight Lan Wangji wants to throw up. How can a human be so beautiful? he asked himself. He looks like a sunshine, someone you can only admire from a distance, and never get close or you might burn.

Wei Wuxian found a job at a garage, upon the street where Lan Wangji works in the bookshop. Every morning he goes there to buy a new book and try to start a conversation with Lan Wangji. Apparently, he wants to be his friend because they're around the same age. Lan Wangji doesn't respond. He never respond.

In the village, the elders require to expel the new-trouble-guy. Amidst them is Lan Wangji. Everyone have their own reasons for that, and they share it with the rest of them ;

“He doesn't recycle enough.”

“He is too loud.”

“My daughters seems to be fond of him, instead of focusing on their studies.”

“I don't like his face.”

Lan Wangji's reason is simple; he craves Wei Wuxian. In every aspect he could think of. And that is a problem.

After their meeting, the elders and Lan Wangji decide to do everything they could to make Wei Wuxian leave this town.

It is a little mean, but Wei Wuxian doesn't seem surprised to be treated like he value nothing as an human being. Lan Wangji feels a little guilty. Specifically on a certain day, where Wei Wuxian comes into the store and buy a new novel written by a famous writer; Jiang Yanli. He looks so sad while holding his book to his chest, his eyes unfocused and distants.

— Are you alright? ask Lan Wangji.

And, to his shock, Wei Wuxian cries. He cries so much he fall to his knees, and start shaking. Lan Wangji hold him tight, grabs a tissue and delicately wipes the tears away from Wei Wuxian's cheeks. He keeps saying “sorry”, how sorry he is. Lan Wangji just cuddle him a little more strongly.

It is winter, it is cold, and that day, Wei Wuxian doesn't pretend to be alright for the first time of his life.

#ok so not so depressing #i have so much ideas for this au #perhaps i will write more about this #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #lan wangji #the untamed #wangxian #wei wuxian #wei ying #hanguang jun #yiling laozu #mdzs inspired #mdzs modern au #mdzs au #not convinced by this au but im practicing so it's ok

[ravensliterature]

Poisoned Arrow

A/N: I know it’s been a minute and I am sorry. I really had a blast writing this one and I hope you like it!

Part II

pairing: Thranduil x Reader

warnings: Mentions of blood, poison, fluff, 

w/c: 1924 (Yeah she is a little long)

Prompt: The reader is Thranduil’s wife and a part of the company. While leaving through the barrels without her husband’s knowledge she get’s hit by the poison arrow. Thranduil is trying to save his wife before it is too late. 

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She had been shot. His queen had been hit with an arrow. Thranduil could see her falling from the sky, falling slowly through the fading blue and bright stars of last night. Her lights, died as she fell to the ground with a yelp. The arrow pierced her leg after she tried to open the gate. His heart seized tight in his chest hearing her cries as he attempted to run to her side, killing any orc in his way. However, he didn't make it in time as she jumped in a barrel following her father down the river.

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Y/N was the daughter of Thorin but her parentage was elven. When young, Thorin found an elf girl and raised her while living in Erebor. She grew into a beautiful woman and was betrothed to Thranduil for the alliance at a young age by King Thror. However, when the dragon attacked it was all put on pause, and Thorin and his family fled to the Blue Mountains.

Thranduil would not give up on her as he fell in love with her the moment he laid eyes on her at their announced betrothal. He journeyed himself to find his distant love until seeing her again in the Blue Mountains. He never imagined he’d ever have another chance to meet his beloved again, but when he did... everything changed. Thranduil asked her to marry him again in the hopes that he wasn't alone in his feelings. Apparently, she had loved him as well and agreed but things weren't how they should be. Thorin's hatred for elves had increased and never approved of the betrothal.

The argument with Thorin and Y/N spiraled until she left with Thranduil left without saying goodbye. A year later the wedding came around and Thorin refused to see his daughter marry that elf. He insisted she lives in the Blue Mountains, a place far away where dangers were less likely to come and away from the elf-kind. Shortly, Legolas was born and grew into a handsome man. Their lives were peaceful until years later when Gandalf knocked on their door.

Gandalf told her that he was building a company in the hopes of reclaiming her childhood home. It had been decided that Y/N would join the company and take part in their quest. She wanted nothing more than to go back to Erebor, return her home, and connect with her father like she once had. So, she took her chance and left. Thranduil hated her putting herself in danger but who was he to rob herself of that connection she missed so dearly? --- "Y/N!" Thorin yelled as he ran to her daughter's side.

Y/N's barrel washed up on shore as she used her upper body to crawl herself to more land trying not to put too much pressure on her leg.

"I'm here." She breathed as she looked up at Thorin. The dwarf prince scooped her in his arms holding her close as if afraid someone was going to try something else. Worry and fear were etched over his face and he saw the pain in his daughter's.

"Oin," Thorin exclaimed, "Please look at the leg. The arrow is cut but there still may be fragments inside."

The healer kneeled down next to Y/N looking at her leg. His brow furrowed with concern before he turned back to his friend. "She should be fine but we need to get her to a town with proper equipment. I'm concerned about it getting infected. " He spoke softly. Thorin nodded, helping his daughter stand on her own two feet. She slowly began to walk until she found an arrow pointed at her head.

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Thranduil glared the orc down as Legolas held a knife towards its neck. He wanted to know what it was doing in his kingdom and why it dared to hurt his wife.  It couldn't be allowed to live but he needed to know.   "In time all foul things come forth," he said as he circled the orc with a sword in his hand. Legolas continued to hold the blade to its neck, "You were tracking the company of thirteen dwarves and an elf. Why?"

Malice and distaste were in his force knowing his father's fears and what it had done to his mother.  This thing was not a creature but a monster sent to destroy them. Its intentions are unknown for all to know. The orc cackled, "Not thirteen, not anymore. The elf, we stuck her with a Morgul shaft. The poisons in her blood. She'll be choking on it soon."

Legolas' grip tightened on the knife causing it to tremble. He needed the orc dead or he'd kill it. A threat against his parents' safety was enough to make him kill it himself. Thranduil's breath left him in a gasp. As anger bubbled in his chest, he felt like he was trying to find air. His son's gaze remained on the orc. It knew exactly what it was talking about, the poison that poisoned the elf.

"You like killing this orc?" Thranduil said lowly, almost too calmly, "You like death? Then let me give it to you!"  he yelled as he pulled out his swords. Legolas watched as his father charged toward the orc. Before he could blink, the blade made contact with the orc's skull. Blood poured from the wound but instead of retreating it rushed forward like a tidal wave. "Legolas, come with me, we must save your mother."

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Y/N was breathing heavily as she leaned against the wall of Bard's house. Her father forced her to stay behind because of her leg. Of course, he was concerned for his daughter but she felt robbed. She wished to help reclaim her home like the rest of the company. Her cousins, Fili and Kili opted to stay behind and help take care of her until she is ready to go to the mountain. Oin stayed behind as well as did Bofur, but he just missed the boat.

However, the pain had gotten worse and she could tell something was wrong. The leg would wasn't healing as it should and she could see the fear in Oin's eyes each time he examined it even if he didn't tell her.  Y/N was worried. The arrow hadn't hit anything vital, yet it could still become infected and kill her. She chucked to herself softly. Maybe it was best she stayed at home after all.

Her breath was ragged and her head was light.  Her vision swayed slightly as she tried to stay upright, leaning against the wall. She was losing consciousness but she knew that the battle was not over yet. The pain was becoming unbearable and she closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breaths. Finally, her body gave way and she collapsed. "Y/N!" the dwarves yelled as they helped her up. Y/N was writhing in pain as she felt the poison all over her body.  She could feel the heat of the flames searing her flesh and she felt like it was consuming her whole body.

"Put her on the table," Bard said in a frantic tone. They set her gently on the table as she continued to convulse.

"We need something to put her head on so she doesn't hit the table!" Oin shouted. The others quickly searched for anything that could possibly stop the venomous poison. They found only herbs that had been used long ago and they were useless. The poison was spreading through her veins faster than anyone had realized and it was eating away at her life. Oin examined the wound more closely. It had turned a black color and it could be seen going through her veins. This wasn't a normal poison.

"I need kingsfoil! Where is it?" Oin exclaimed to Bard. The Fili, Kili, and Bofur looked around in confusion at the mention of a plant, but they didn't have any of it. Only Oin owned the plants. "Kingsfoil? It's a weed. We feed it to the pigs!" Bard replied in confusion. "Pigs, I got it!" was heard as Bofur zoomed out the door. Y/N struggled for air. Every breath hurt her throat as she coughed painfully. The poison in her body was beginning to eat away at her life. She was dying. That was the last thought that went through her mind before another wave of pain hit her.

Suddenly everything except for Y/N went quiet as footsteps could be heard on the roof. The roof broke and a dark figure jumped down from above, landing right next to Bard's daughter and stabbing the orc in reaction. The young girl grabbed the orc and then fled as more fell through the ceiling. Fighting ensued as they tried to defend the girls and a table-ridden Y/N.

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Thranduil and Legolas ran through the town of Dale in the hopes of finding Y/N and the dwarves. However, they stopped in their tracks when they saw orcs running on the ceilings above the water town.  They both knew immediately where they were going. Thranduil ordered Legolas to stay behind while he went to search for his mother, "Stay safe my child, leave none alive."

With that being said, Thranduil continued to run at his pace faster than before. Thranduil continued to run until he heard fighting in one of the homes.  With his guard up and weapons, he approached it in the hope that his wife was still alive. Upon approaching the door, he noticed the familiar scent of blood. His heart sunk in his chest realizing she might be... He opened the door to find three orcs surrounding her, the dwarves, and the humans as they were struggling to defend themselves.  One of the orcs was about to strike Y/N when Thranduil shot his bow sending the arrow right into its skull. He then took out his sword slashing any orc in sight.

Thranduil rushed to her side and caressed her cheek in the hope of seeing the life in her eyes, "My darling Y/N, open your eyes." She weakly shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, "Nin Meleth..." "Do not speak my love." He brushed some hair away from her sweaty forehead. Bofur ran through the door tired and sweaty, with one hand on his knee and the other presenting the king's foil. Thranduil took the foil from him and began to prepare it, "She needs elvish medicine if we don't heal her leg... She doesn't have much time left." Thranduil soaked the leaves and pressed them onto her wound and began saying an elvish incantation, almost sounding more like a prayer. He looked down at her face and he saw her brows become unfurrowed and appeared to relax. Y/N looked up at him with those beautiful eyes that always filled his heart with love. He could see the pain go away and with that also the poison from her body. He bandaged the wound and held her hand. Tears escaped his eyes as she smiled up at him. His heart swelled with joy as he brought his face closer to hers and kissed her. He had wanted to kiss her forever and every moment in between. It was as though their lips touched for eternity. "Father," said a soft voice breaking the two of them apart.  Their foreheads rested together and a small chuckle passed through Thranduil. "Oh, no. We've been caught by our own son."

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[clone-anon]

Coming Home for Life Day (Hevy x GN!Reader)

Word Count: 1049

Warnings: None, just fluff and a bit of making out

A/N: This is a little continuation of the fic I wrote for @sinfulsalutations for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange because I saw a comment from @anxiouspineapple99 and thought "I need to do something with that." This is a Hevy lives AU.

Happy holidays to all my readers! It's been such a great pleasure to write for you all and read as many fics around here as I can. I hope you know that even if you are alone or struggling this holiday season, your favorite clone will always hold you in their heart.

Your heart dropped when Hevy sent you a message to say the 501st wasn't going anywhere for Life Day and he wasn't yet sure how he could see you. You'd been looking forward to your first Life Day together, but were happy to hear he was still going strong with the physical effects of the explosion on Rishi seemingly behind him. A lot had happened since you saw him last. Kamino had been attacked and he'd been made an ARC trooper along with Fives and Echo. It was something he always wanted and you were so proud of him, but not being able to be with him made it bittersweet.

You decided to plan a trip for yourself and the next morning and headed to Naboo. It was few days before Life Day. Things could get hectic on Coruscant and you wanted some quiet time. A few rotations away from it all seemed like just what you needed. That night, you sent him a message and told him where you were, still hopeful you might be able to meet up on a nearby planet. You stayed at a little hotel in the foothills of the mountains. You'd been with some friends before and had always loved it. You described it in detail, pointing out the scenic spots that brought you peace, and describing the excellent food from the local bakery and cafe.

"I wish you were here," you added at the end.

"So do I," he replied to himself out loud as he read your message. He was already thinking about how he might get there. He wrote back, "I wish I was there too. I'm looking at our star."

Two troopers looked over his shoulder, read what he'd wrote, and started chuckling. Hevy turned around to look at them and pointedly replied, "Something that this di'kut and the one giggling next to him wouldn't know about."

Hevy wasn't afraid for his brothers to know he was in love. Even when they gave him a bit of a ribbing, he had good humor about it, but also knew when to set them straight. You messaged each other a quick good night. Hevy said he had a lot to do and you wanted to make sure he could do his job. What you didn't realize was that the work he was about to do was finding a way to get to Naboo in time for Life Day. The 501st had two rotations off. The GAR didn't see the point in sending them anywhere, so they were told to stay put, and they'd be shipped out to the next battle in two rotations' time.

Without telling you, he found a way to spend a night with you and get back in time to leave with the rest of the 501st. Rex had given him leave to take a civilian transport to Naboo from the nearest city. Once there, he got directions to the location you described. Apparently it was a favorite getaway for locals. He paid for transport and found himself standing in front of the hotel he was pretty sure you were staying at. He was really hoping he hadn't misunderstood what you'd told him.

You had been to the bakery and were just returning to the hotel. As you walked inside, you stopped and there he was.

"Hevy! It's you!"

You hurried up to him and practically threw yourself at him. He pulled you into his arms and kissed you, relief and joy washing over him.

"What are you doing here," you asked him. You didn't know what to do. It was the first time seeing him in his new kit. It had been too long since you'd seen him, since you'd been able to touch him, to kiss him. He looked so handsome.

"I came to see you." He hugged you and kissed your forehead. "I have about a day before I have to go, but let's make the most of it."

You brought him up to your room and invited him in. You watched him take off his armor before shuffling into bed next to you in his blacks. It had been too long since you saw him last. All he wanted to do right now was hold you.

"I wasn't expecting this," you said. "If I'd have known I would have planned something. Brought more. Made reservations for dinner..."

"Don't worry about all that," he replied. He kissed your hand and held you. "You're all I want. Wherever we are, I'm always home when I'm with you."

You kissed him sweetly. He pulled you into his lap and took his time kissing your cheeks, massaging your back and hips, and pulling you as close as he could get. Your tongues gently danced together and you hummed at his familiar taste. You ran your hands through his hair, feeling the dryness brought on by the use of GAR issue shampoo and made a mental note to get him some conditioner while he was here. You pulled away just enough to search each other's eyes as you left little kisses on his face. He let out a deep breath, his body relaxing under your touch.

"So what else do you want for Life Day," he asked with a grin.

You gave him a look, but beamed back and replied, "I've always watched a holo in the afternoon while snacking on some treats. Actually that's why I was at the bakery earlier."

You set out the food and both got cozy in bed. You turned on a holo and watched together while munching on the variety of baked goods and dried fruit. It was perfect.

That evening, after getting some dinner together at the cafe across the way from the hotel, you laid in bed together, watching your star from the window. You put your head in his lap and Hevy carded his fingers through your hair. Moments like these were why he did all he could to see you with even the shortest amount of shore leave. Whether it was just for a few hours, a few nights, or a few weeks, he loved the feeling of you laying on him, resting, breathing slowly, as he ran his hand through your hair and soothed you to gentle sleep.

#clone trooper hevy x reader #hevy x reader #clone trooper hevy x gn!reader #hevy x gn!reader #tcw #tcw fanfiction #the clone wars #the clone wars fanfiction #clone trooper hevy #arc trooper hevy au #arc trooper hevy x reader #arc trooper hevy x gn!reader #hevy lives au #tcw au #hevy anon #life day #happy holidays #reader insert

[ladypiscesmoon]

Timothée Chalamet & Armie Hammer

This reading was done on the 27th of February and is alleged/for entertainment purposes only.

It has been a while since I read for these two. I think I did the last full reading last October, when they weren’t on great terms. I checked in a couple of times after that, but it didn’t change. Armie needed space and Timmy gave him exactly that.

I have had a lot of asks for these two, also when I wasn’t able to answer due to my health problems. But here we go:

From the words and pictures tarot & the Prism oracle:

Judgement reversed (doubt, self-loathing, lack of self awareness) & cleanse (love and appreciation for yourself, wiping away dust and grime, reveal the shine underneath bringing a sense of calm, ease and clarity)

As difficult it was for Timmy (I sense he felt betrayed and very lonely) I think Armie needed this time to make up his mind. After his anger faded, he was really hurt for a long time and still is. But he started to remember the times he was really happy with Tim. These two will always find their way back to each other, so it seems.

9 of cups (contentment, wishes come true, comfort, emotional, stability) & creativity (embrace magic, enjoy the process), caution ( don’t rush things, slow down, listen to your inner voice, proceed with care)

What I picked up from this: yes, I think Armie finally reached out to Timmy. Both have to proceed with care, though. I think they really have to talk about what they expect from each other and talk about boundaries. They shouldn’t rush or they will have the same problems again. Also I sensed that Timmy really literally has to slow down. I’m worried he will burn himself out. Apparently he’s sick now, a sign that he has to listen to his body.

The lovers (choices, relationship, union of harmony, full of trust, confidence and strength. Physical attraction and inner harmony) & peace (bring a sense of peace into your lives after a period of turmoil as a sign of healing, reflect on opening your heart, stillness together), determination (reach your goals, the summit of the mountain is within reach)

Love is not the issue here. It’s obvious their connection is strong. But that’s not always enough. Except for free will, one must always be willing to grow in a relationship, to be vulnerable, to communicate, to not be afraid of taking a leap. So I think this is hopeful, but they have to work for it. And I think they’re willing to work for it after this period of separation.

King of pentacles reversed ( greed, indulgence, obsessiveness with financial success, desire for things, temptation) & reflection (mirroring, teaching, encouraging to move forward, make important changes in your life, deep self-inquiring)

I think that Armie actually thought that Timmy was weak in accepting offers from the Kardashian’s and that he was over-ambitious or had a little bit of an ego. Strangely enough, I think Armie mirrors that, when he was younger he also did things he’s not proud of and even now he’s not always thinking before he acts. So he was hurt, yes, but I feel that Tim thought: well, you can make mistakes, but I can’t?

Now that Armie is a bit cooled off, he reflects on good things and wants to move on from this.

5 of pentacles reversed (recovery, isolation) & intuition (where is it guiding you? What does it tell you?

They should now build the contact up again, hopefully they will.

The secret language of the soul

Heal your masculine aspect, transform old situations into new possibilities, lovingly speak your truth, ground yourself

I purchased this deck a month ago and I really like it. What is the message here?

Thoughts: work on healing and resentment, create a balance. Let go of what no longer serves you, it will be uncomfortable but it will lead you into greater freedom and harmony. There are a lot of possibilities to make it work, if you two will do the work and TALK to each other. Take responsibility for your own role in the situation and think about how it impacted the other. Take responsibility for past behaviour, be honest with each other, mature, develop trust. Learn how to be vulnerable instead of acting in anger if you’re hurt.

Love oracle cards & lovers oracle

What would they like to say to each other?

Armie: top row

Timmy: bottom row

Heart shape cards: both. Of course the soulmate card came out, I was expecting that, I don’t think I ever did a reading for these guys without the twin flame card, or the soulmate card.

Armie is clearly ready to move past this and try to mend things. Tim seems to want to build up their communication. Not today ( the last card), I feel has more to do with him avoiding to much stress, because he feels sick and exhausted. I don’t feel he is not wanting to talk to Armie. But yeah, he certainly could do with a break from press and promotion.

This concludes the reading. Bear in mind, readers can interpret cards in different ways, this is what I pick up, and what I feel. Be nice to each other!

If you have any questions about this reading or other things, feel free to ask.

#celebrity tarot #celeb tarot #armie hammer #timothée chalamet

[cyborg-franky]

Com!

Com for @mamamittens I hope you like it, I had much fun!

Thatch x OC SFW Yandere themes

Nikia had been in town when the large ship the size of a city rolled in on the horizon. She stood there, her basket of shopping sitting in the crook of her elbow as she peered into the distance, everyone started to gather, a commotion forming around her. Some people knocked into her wings, and she let out an annoyed huff as she pulled her wings tighter to her body she slowly used her devil fruit power to make them smaller, and more manageable as everyone was getting excited around her, people recognizing the flag that billowed in the wind, the approaching crew apparently a big deal around here.

This was why she avoided mingling with the bustling townspeople, she liked to be up in the mountain, surveying her ice kingdom and keeping things in order. People and crowds just made her feel nervous, made her feel itchy and she couldn’t shake the paranoid feeling that she was just in everyone's way with her wings and cold demeanor.

Still, despite her annoyance and the unease creeping up her spine, she couldn't deny she was curious about the ship. She knew about the Whitebeard Pirates, that this was one of the many islands under their protection and she was grateful for that.

She’d just never been down from her mountain when the pirates rocked up. Watching the Moby Dick get closer, pushing through waves with such ease she found herself wondering what sort of a crew they were, they must have been loved going on the reaction of the growing crowd around her, the orchestra of cheers and whistles. 

Nikia shook her head and started to weave through the masses, needing to grab a few more things before she went home, longing for the peace, her cozy little cabin with the log fire and shelf upon shelf of books she loved.

On the subject of books, she mused as she left the crowded space, ignoring the big ship and the crew starting to approach the dock. Treating herself to a new book was on her list while she was in town. She decided that was the first thing she’d do after getting everything else that she needed. 

–

There were many pros and cons to living on an island that was known for its hot springs, the tourist trade was great for business here, even if it meant more work for her, finding those lost in the snow, those who got drunk and stumbled too far away from the resort, there was an array of reasons why she was called in to save those lost souls, those idiots, be it by nature of their stupidity.

The biggest pro for Nikia was because of the trade the island got it meant there were books from all over the world imported and she couldn’t get enough of them.  She set down her basket on a nearby table as she picked up book after book, scanning the back, her eyebrows either twitched with interest or she glared down her nose at the information that didn’t stand up to her expectations of a pretty or fun cover.

The door opened and she didn’t pay attention, she didn’t hear the cheerful conversation between the new customer and the owner, nor the footsteps that got louder and louder, polished boots against wood, closer and closer to her.

She was in her own world as she flipped open the book clutched in her hands, busy reading the first few sentences, already decided she was going to buy this one and all the following issues of it, captivated by the premise, not to mention it would save her many trips back down the mountain. Sure the town was only a flight away but it did mean having to endure the crowds, the other big ‘con’ of the hotspring island.

Tourists everywhere.

Nikia’s wings bristled from the feeling of someone uncomfortably close, that was when her eyes flicked up from the page, peering up over her glasses and seeing the tall, broad man with a huge smile. She closed the book, eyebrows raised and her lips in a firm line, she had often been accused of looking ‘unapproachable’ because she didn’t school her expressions to fit what people wanted or expected. 

“Hey,” Thatch said, hands on his hips as he pretended to look over the book selection, he had popped in to get one or two of his trashy romance novels but he’d found something better than half-assed stories that led to embarrassingly amature love scenes—a very pretty woman. The wings had drawn his attention, he’d watched her for a while, the way she looked over things before she nodded to herself, deciding she wanted it, the little actions and facial expressions captivating him.

“Hello,” she said, her eyes falling to meet his, never a fan of eye contact at the best of times, let alone when she didn’t think a stranger was owed prolonged eye contact anyway. “Sorry, I just got into town, we don’t have many girls on the ship, and wow, you're really pretty. “Thatch gushed and rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling to himself.

“Oh, your a Whitebeard?” Nikia asked as she picked up her basket, neatly arranging the items so she could slot a few books into it once she’d paid. She was proud of herself for managing to keep the blush from his compliment off her face, to not shrink as small as she could, and hide behind the nearest object like she so desperately wanted to, never able to take a compliment.

 “Yeah, I am! Name’s Thatch and you are?” He said and held out his hand.

Thatch’s hand appeared calloused from years of working hard on a ship no doubt, they looked big and strong and friendly though she thought to herself. She wasn’t much of a handshake person but she was at least still wearing her gloves, she didn’t want to insult a member of a very strong and notorious pirate crew either. With that in mind, and her own desire to feel just how strong and warm his hand was she took it, shaking gently. She felt him close his hand, engulfing her smaller one.

But she was right, it was comforting. She took a moment to examine him, eyes focused on his nose, eyebrows, everything that made it look like she was meeting his gaze but secretly she was taking him in, putting a picture together in her mind of what this Thatch person was like just on this brief meeting. 

“Nikia, I’m the head ranger on this island,” Thatch chuckled and withdrew his hand, arms folded over his chest as he tilted his head to one side. “Oh, so you're the one who looks after us tourists then huh?”

“Yes, so please tell your crew to either handle their booze or dig themselves out, it’s getting cold at night.” She hummed and walked past him, not seeing how he watched her walk, watching the sway of her hips, her wings. She was far too preoccupied with buying her books and conversing with the owner.

Seems he would have to ask the man behind the desk all about this pretty bird,

–

Thatch was a very friendly and easygoing man, people just warmed up to him in an instant. His broad smile and boisterous laugh that was just infectious and he was welcomed with open arms within mere moments of someone meeting him, that was how he learned so much about the woman with the wings, where she lived for example…

Everyone else would go to the hotsprings at some point so it wouldn’t look odd that he just showed up. He got in the cable cart going up to the resort, he should have brought a coat, foolishly eager to see Nikia again that no amount of chilly weather and cold winds would hinder him, he didn’t want anything to delay his progress in getting to see her, speak to her, be near her.

He was determined to warm the frosty bird and work his way into her heart. He was besotted and there were few things worse than a man in love, in obsession. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with his sudden and intense feelings for the woman he’d known for less than ten minutes, the heart wants what the heart wants right? 

Maybe it was his nature as a pirate, whatever you wanted you were entitled to if you were strong and brave enough to reach out and grasp it. He rubbed his arms as he watched the cable car ascend higher and higher above the world, snow as far as the eye could see. It juddered to a halt and he opened the door, letting it swing open as he traded sturdy metal floor and slippy snow, almost losing his footing, a laugh at himself, breathy and low, visible in the chilly air as he glanced around and got his bearings.

–

Nikia smiled to herself, flipping the page of her new book, enjoying the afternoon with little incident. Her den den sitting on the table munching on a selection of vegetables while she enjoyed a hot pot of tea and cookies the hot springs owner had gifted her for her hard work. She looked out the window, seeing the steam from the hot springs dance in the air, meeting the falling snow. She sighed, content in this moment.

Just watching the serenity of the moment as she sipped her tea, she heard footsteps turning her head, expecting the kindly owner to greet her, asking if everything was okay until she was met with the pirate, Thatch was his name, right?

She shrunk in place, going down a size when he smiled at her, something making her heart thump harder. She wasn’t used to having such attention, the flirtatiousness in his every movement, smile, words, how his eyes twinkled with fondness as he spoke. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.” He said like it wasn’t all staged.

Nikia adjusted and set her tea down, she bit her lip, did she want company? Did she want his company? She valued her alone time but sometimes it did get a little lonely and he seemed so nice, such a charming man. Maybe it was the moment, the falling snow, the sound of wind chimes from the garden being tickled by an icy breeze, how at peace she felt that made her offer him a seat.

She didn’t even care that the woman who owned the springs saw them together and would no doubt be gossiping about Nikia finally spending time with a possible partner. Everyone was always so invested in others' lives, something Nikia could never understand. She brushed it off, wings twitching in agitation at the thought, though it was brief as Thatch sat down and complimented her once again, this time her hair. She brushed back a strand subconsciously and smiled softly.

Oh, he was a charmer, wasn’t he?

Even so, Nikia wasn’t the type to be won over so fast.

–

And true to form she wasn’t an easy win, they’d been docked for days now and Thatch spent all his time with her. Went for talks, looking for missing people together, just doing her patrols together where he did most of the talking. That seemed to work out though he’d noticed, she wasn't much of a talker but she listened, and didn’t miss a single thing. 

He’d ask her about herself, about her life, her job and she would answer thoughtfully. Maybe she enjoyed his company as much as he did her. But the growing obsession, the love that was bubbling up in the man, fit to burst was getting impatient. He wanted more, needed more.

To hold her hand, to kiss her, to stroke back her hair after a night together, after watching her come undone. The ache in his heart every time they parted got harder and harder to endure, like a hand grasping his heart tighter and tighter as his devotion and need for her crashed like waves against the shore, slowly more consuming and deeper as time passed.

The last time they walked together, trudging through the snow as she kept a lookout for anyone in danger, in need of her help she had turned to him and asked “Why are you spending all your shore leave with me instead of enjoying the beach like the others?” and he didn’t know what to say at the time, as much as he wanted to blurt out everything, to confess, to fall to his knees and beg her to be his, he wasn’t sure she was there yet, or even close.

His reply had been a shrug and a chuckle “Because I like spending time with you,” it wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t completely the truth, after all, it was the tip of the iceberg for him.

Nikia seemed to accept that, he could have sworn she shrunk in stature, her wings twitching as her cheeks flushed a brighter red before she snuggled into the scarf around her neck, hiding away from his prying eyes. He could read her, she was slowly coming around.

Still, maybe it was time to seek advice on the matter. He didn’t want this week to fly by without the chance to sweep her off her feet, maybe coax her into joining him on the Moby, to adventure by his side…

Marco looked up when the door opened, seeing Thatch step in with a nod of greeting. Marco paused what he was doing, altogether setting down his pen when he heard Thatch lock the door. He watched as Thatch walked over, making purposeful strides before sitting in the seat across from him, the legs screeching on the wooden floor as Thatch dragged his seat closer to the desk. He set clasped hands on the wood, his thumbs wrestled one another as he thought just how to word this.

The doctor simply waited, his eyebrows raised as he leaned back in his seat as Thatch wriggled in place, which, amused Marco to no end, the lazy smile on his face soon stretching out into a wild grin as something flashed in his eyes. “Let me guess,”

Thatch looked at him, eyes narrowed as Marco made a big show of it, the way he tapped his lip and swiveled in his chair, back and forth, clicking his tongue and driving Thatch mad. “It’s the girl, right? Your pretty bird yoi.” the way Thatch reacted just lit up Marco’s face, the smirk taking on a devious edge as leaned forward to match the posture of Thatch.

“Yeah, how did you guess?” Thatch asked, genuinely impressed by his friend. “I see everything when I go for one of my daily flights yoi,” Marco said, watching Thatch nod. “Alright so, basically things are going well but too slow for me and we only have two days left here…”

Marco nodded, prompting to carry on. “And you want her to join us?” Marco added and Thatch sighed, “Yeah, but I don’t think she’s going to bite.”

“Sometimes birds do better in captivity than they do in the wild, they just don’t see it.” Marco slid his chair from under the desk, scooted it over to a medicine cabinet, and shuffled around, bottles clanked together as he pulled each out, squinting at the labels.

Thatch rolled his eyes, wishing he’d just concede to his age and wear his damn glasses. “Ah!” Marco pulled out a vial with a grin and rolled right back over, almost hitting the desk before he set it down.

“Birds like to be free yoi, but they also always desire a suitable mate.” He explained and watched Thatch pick it up, shaking the light pink liquid around in the glass, brows furrowed as he stared over it at the doctor. “It won’t hurt, it won’t do damage, it just helps to open one's eyes to what's good for them.”

“How do y- ya know what, I don’t think I wanna know,” Thatch said, seeing Marco shrug his shoulders. 

Marco had been the right person to come to it seemed. Normally Thatch would never resort to such underhanded things, as a chef he would never even consider the thought of tampering with someone's food but he was desperate he was so hopelessly and foolishly in love with her.

–

She landed on the deck softly, looking around, taking in her surroundings. She wasn’t used to being on boats but at least The Moby was so big she couldn’t even feel the sway of the ship, how waves gently rocked it. She looked at the lanterns strung up, giving a warm glow in the darkness. She folded her wings, shrinking them to a manageable size, years of getting them stuck in doorways made her very self-aware. 

Nikia had agreed to meet Thatch one last time before he and his crew set sail again. She was annoyed at herself for having feelings for the handsome charming pirate. The way he laughed at her jokes, not many people got how dry she was, that her sense of humor was a little on the darker side of things, but Thatch did and it made her heart sing to see him crack up at her offhanded comments.

He was always so gentle with her too, the way he offered his hand to her when she stepped into the snow, she knew Thatch wasn’t worried for her safety, he just wanted to be close and in the last day or so she had allowed him such a thing. 

“I’m glad you could make it,” she looked up and saw Thatch, smiling brightly and waving her over. “I can’t wait for you to try my food, I cooked you something special for our last night together!” He said an arm around her and leading her into the belly of the ship.

Something felt amiss but his smile was all the reassurance she needed.

#one piece oc x thatch #oc x thatch #yandere #sfw

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Why fly in planes when you're the Elemental Master of Wind?

Warnings: Reckless actions, possible unwritten near death situations

Prompt: Suitcase | Airport | "Did you pack yet?"

Extra: You know the drill, set in a generic "Revived Morro lives w/ the Ninja" AU during any time after DotD. Also, I'm so sorry this is late-

"Did you pack yet?" Nya's voice echoed down the hall to her brother.

Her brother who apparently hasn't packed within the 4 whole months since we finalized the trip plans. Morro sighed, leaned against the wall of the monastery near P.I.X.A.L., Zane, Cole, and Wu. The others all scurried around inside to find some item or another as Nya scolded them or pointed out that Lloyd, your toothpaste is not in the kitchen; you don't need three bottles of hairspray, Kai; Jay, stop trying to pack that motherboard, you won't use it.

The wind elemental could feel the rage that radiated off his sibling element. An instinctive part of him wanted to reach out and comfort her through the wind, but he knows there's fondness in her frustration.

After some long minutes and at least two screeches, everyone was ready to go; which meant now they all awkwardly toted their suitcases as they tramped downstairs.

Morro resisted the urge to jump off the mountain and use the wind to cushion his landing.

They boarded a large custom built vehicle after shoving everyone's luggage into the trunk and drove off to the airport. Conversation fluttered around Morro as he listened to the muffled breeze on the other side of the glass window and some weirdly calming music Zane recommended him. The ex-ghost had been working on self-improvement and "anger management", or "feeling bombs" as Kai said.

"So, what's a plane?" Morro offhandedly asked. The thing sounded familiar, but since he spent most of his teen years up in the monastery (and 40 years as a ghost) he's a bit behind on technology.

"Think of a giant metal tube with wings. That's what it looks like. It's used to transport people far distances. Usually we'd use Destiny's Bounty, but it was destroyed during Garmadon's invasion," Zane explained.

"And why was Jay adamant that I need to fly on one?" Morro raised his eyebrow.

"Hey! Planes are awesome, and everyone deserves the joy of flying in a plane!" Jay piped as he crossed his arms.

"I can fly perfectly fine by myself," Morro huffed as the wind gusted the car in unison.

"No offense, Morro, but I don't think you could outfly a plane," Kai said from the seat in front of him.

"Is that a challenge?" Morro growled.

Remember how he said he had been working on his anger management? Yeah, emphasis on working.

"I can already see his gravestone: 'Rest in peace Morro. Died because he tried to race a plane'," Jay joked, hands out in front of him as if he was touching something invisible.

"Hey, if he can, I'll pay for everything on his end."

Wu sighed from his spot in the passenger's seat, "Just be careful, and watch where you're flying."

The Ninja spluttered, all saying something along the lines of "you're allowing this?!"

"Let me put it this way," he stroked his beard, "if you thought taking Lloyd's candy away was difficult, changing Morro's mind is… more or less impossible. The amount of stubbornness he has is more than all of yours multiplied together."

"And that is quite a lot," P.I.X.A.L. pointed out from the driver's seat.

Long story short, Morro was found in the airport's parking lot, panting and wheezing with hairs stuck to his face from the speed and sweat from exertion, lying on top of a royal blue car two whole hours before the Ninja landed.

Kai paid for everything Morro wanted on the trip.

#ninjago #morro #ninjago morro #morro ninjago #morro master of wind #morrotober #morrotober 2023 #morro wu #lloyd ninjago #lego ninjago #nya ninjago #cole ninjago #kai ninjago #jay ninjago #zane ninjago #wu ninjago #ninjago pixal #ninjago fanfiction

[theenpcbracket]

The TTRPG NPC Tournament Round 2: Mary Byram vs. Duurhnaviig

Images are in the order of the poll! Image ID included, click to see the full image please!

More about each NPC below the cut!

Character 1

Name: Mary Byram Party: Ambiscade Gang Relationship to party: Coworker, divorcee

What makes them the best NPC: Mary Byram is living proof that the song “No Children” by The Mountain Goats doesn’t just have to be about romantic relationships gone wrong. She’s a bright red tiefling rogue with a storied past, currently working for a guild called the Thinfingers alongside one of the party members. Previously, she worked with a tiefling rights movement called Hellflame, but something happened there that she doesn’t really talk about. She’s still passionate about both the movement and the group, though.

Our bard lovingly calls her “Mare-Bear.” She hates this. She’s a day drinker. She’s exhausted always. She cares so much but will never admit it unless under duress. I think she genuinely thinks that god cursed her by metaphorically putting her in a get-along shirt with our rogue PC. Their dynamic allowed our party to coin the term “Coworker Divorce” except they’re literally not allowed to actually get rid of each other. She is also constantly saddled with the skater-pilled rogue who was also submitted to the bracket, so she’s usually outnumbered when it comes to harebrained schemes. She’s largely anti-antics, but is down for some antics if she's in control of them. She’s a mastermind and usually gives the help bonus action either by telling people what they fucked up or by telling them NOT to fuck something up. She deserves a break she’ll simply never get.

Quote: "Thoughts?" -the warlock, asking Mary about a proposed plan. "...More than you. Apparently." -Mary

To learn more about Mary, check out the extra propaganda in her tag here!

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Character 2

Name: Duurhnaviig Party: Face Smasherz Relationship to party: Party member's family member/king of realm that party member works in (Homebrew)

What makes them the best NPC: Duurhnaviig is a loud, raucous, strong, passionate character, who takes his job as a king very seriously. He honors his people and makes sure that the needs of his kingdom are met before anything else. Though Duurhnaviig is not opposed to war, coming from lands torn by war, he moved to peaceful lands to get his people out of war, so he tries and avoids it as much as possible.

Though he is not always the most intelligent character, often times mistaking social cues, he's got a heart of gold and wants the best for his people and anyone in his lands. At least those that don't intend to cause harm to the former. Duurhnaviig is happy to assist where he can, so long as it doesn't take away from his kingdom and rewards help generously.

Duurhnaviig can be known to be overzealous sometimes, and will make decisions that could be disagreeable to others if he believes it to benefit his people.

Quote: "Should the path to my people's salvation make me hell bound, then I will gladly descend."

"I am the Red Tide, Tagavor of these realms, and dealer of your judgement. You may pray to your god, but in these lands, only I will hear you."

To learn more about Duurhnaviig, check out the extra propaganda in his tag here!

[mod note: Duurhnaviig's submitter would like to credit the artist they commissioned for the image used in this poll. His instagram can be found here!]

#round 2 #mary byram #duurhnaviig #polls #dungeons and dragons #d&d #dnd #dnd oc #dnd npc #ttrpg #pathfinder #powered by the apocalypse #dnd stuff #dnd character #character tournament #oc tournament #homebrew #d&d 5e

[cloudyswritings]

Slugcat Ocs P1

These are the slugcats that go along with my OC Iterators

The Hierophant: You are the Heirophant, a slugcat that’s highly attuned to the deeper mysteries of the world. In your pursuit of knowledge you have traveled far and wide, and arranged for yourself meetings with each Iterators whose path you’ve crossed to converse with them. They’ve been surprisingly helpful, you both seem to solve the same problem after all. These Iterators will not be the last you speak with in your pilgrimage.

Goal: So I imagine you just straight up start with max karma for this fellow, and your goal is to convince each iterator to meet with you and discuss the great problem. You’d carry a little data pad where you record their answers, which I imagine in this case would be lore on ancient philosophy or something to that effect.

Starting area: You’ll be starting by jumping down into Age of Storms city, the Tempest Tossed metropolis. Extreme winds and a whole slew of vicious arias attackers stand between you and entering Age of Storms can, though you’ll need a specific item from the city first if you’re to ensure a meeting with him.

Colors: A deep blue slugcat with gold speckling, it’s physical eyes are shut but it’s spiritual eyes are blown wide open.

The Terminarch: You are the Terminarch, pale, sickly, and stunted but possessing a will fit to move mountains. You are the last of your kind, a remnant that has outlasted both the age of rain and the age of snow. Now, facing the dawn of the next epoch you seek to meet with the last of the rain gods, beings which your tribe had once worshipped so you may pass on in peace.

Goal: Your goal is to make the pilgrimage to Built Slighlty Sideways, who is ironically the last living iterator locally. You’re both the last of your kind and as such it’s fitting you both pass on in each others company. Of course you’d change things if you could, but there’s no hope for that… right?

Starting area: You start in Whispering Wastes, an area blanketed in a perpetual purple haze, if you’d had the ears to listen you’d hear the dying whispers of Signals Lost in the Night on the wind. You would have a small portable radio you found somewhere, possibly one of Signals antenna? It would let you listen in to the final moments and other residual thoughts of iterators.

Colors: Albino, you’ve got nearly translucent skin and red eyes with poor vision.

Other: Your karma is not lowered by death, is it a symptom of the cycle grinding to an end? Or something else? Beware however! as many species in this distant time are capable and willing of draining your karma from you in a futile effort to escape the end of the world.

The Weaver: You are the Weaver a purposed organism created by Peerless architecture as a messenger. You’ve been many places on her orders but you have a as of recently become suspicious of your creators motives. She has dispatched you to both Applied Blasphemy and Age of Storms in rapid succession, you suspect they are planning something terrible. Perhaps it has to do with the strange glassy liquid you’ve been seeing in your makers bio fabrication labs recently? Either way your maker has gone through great lengths to prevent this information from being shared over the conventional channels.

Goal: You get a choice here, you can either complete your mission and aid your creator and the others in creating a weapon capable of killing even an iterator—if one that will do so slowly— or you can bring your message all the way to Signals Lost in the Night, though the journey will be excruciatingly difficult.

Starting area: You start inside Peerless Architectures superstructure, having just been given your next message to be brought to Applied Blasphemy, your first struggle after leaving her structure is finding a way across the lake and from there dodging BSS’ observers. Apparently your maker doesn’t want her neighbor learning about this project.

Color: they are a black slugcat with an extra pair of arms and insect like joints. They’re capable of incredibly fast climbing and can cling to nearly flat surfaces. Additionally their extra arms mean that you can carry up to four items, though doing so slows you down a bit.

#rain world #Rw ocs #rw iterator #rw slugcat #rw lore #headcanons

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

visiting their home for the first time for Lucian/Peter (but not the penthouse?)?

I kinda wanted to try my hand at writing Peter getting to see Lucian's old castle home in the mountains, since I've never actually written that before.

This is still part of the au with Peter as a vampire. Also, I want you to imagine the whole time they're outside, in the day time, Peter is carrying around a black parasol that is super gothy and cool looking because how vampire is that, yeah?

On with the fic!

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"Holy shit." Peter stared at the large, looming building, still standing even after having been abandoned over a decade ago and left to the elements.

"I take it you're impressed?" Lucian asked.

"In a way, yeah. I mean, I've seen my fair share of castles, I am from England, kinda have to see 'em at least once. But this is different! It's so... so... gothic!"

"I wouldn't say that, considering that the goths had nothing to do with its construction."

Peter huffed and lightly punched Lucian's arm, seeing the lycan smile. "Smart ass. Are you goin' to give me the grand tour before you and your people finally take it back for wolfkind?"

"There has been some work done on it already, at least enough to allow some lycans to live in it, but yes, I shall show you around. I figured that was the case." He took Peter's hand and they started to make their way to the front gates.

Two people stood there, both much more muscular and stronger looking than Peter, clearly acting as guards. They gave Peter hard looks but bowed to Lucian, who quickly said something to them in Romanian, and the bowing stopped.

The doors were opened for them and they stepped in. There were a few people moving about, and two of them were lycan shaped, clearing up rubble from a part of the castle's guard wall that collapsed. Peter watched in interest, it was so cool to see lycans about in the day time that weren't just Lucian wanting to wolf-out back at the penthouse.

Lucian spoke as they walked around the courtyard, pointing out where the work stations were during his old days, and even pointed out where his old work station had been. The kiln had been left behind, clearly built into the cobblestone ground, but the tools were gone.

"Plannin' on doin' some crafting while we're here?" Peter asked.

"Once I get the material, it'll be easier to do things here than at our home in Vegas. Come, shall we see inside?"

Peter found that the inside was exactly what he expected from vampires. Expensive looking artwork and tapestries, custom made items, clearly what looked to be high-society vampire propaganda. Peter, however, did greatly enjoy the tinted windows, apparently that allowed for vampires to wander about without harm during the day, if need be.

Lucian showed him a door that was locked. It clearly held a room that belonged to someone important, and the look in Lucian's eyes indicated to Peter who that was. "You can keep it locked, it's okay."

"Are you sure?" Lucian asked softly.

"If a time capsule of her life is in there that you want to keep protected, then by all means. I won't stop you, this is your project anyway, ya know? Up to you what you wanna do with things."

Lucian turned to face him, taking Peter's other hand in his own. "This is both of our project, Peter, because I would like to include you in on this."

Peter blinked. "What?"

"I mean... it would be nice to come back here from time to time, to come back to what was once my home for so long. And... I would like for you to be here with me, living here as well. You invited me into yours, I wish to do the same with you in mine."

Holy shit.

That's... that's a lot. Considering that this is where Lucian grew up, where he fell in love, where he lost Sonja and gained his freedom in the span of just a few days. Where he took over and lived in peace with his people until some prick coward came and made a deal with him and he had to go into hiding.

But still, this was home, both with good and bad ties to it.

Same as the penthouse was for Peter, where he lived comfortably for work, but had also been attacked by the vampire who ruined his life and his little minion, where they had killed his girlfriend, where he finally got told to grow a pair and end his nightmare once and for all.

And where he had a life with Lucian and their cats.

And maybe it would be nice to have that here too. Being a vampire in a spooky castle was a pretty cool way to live, honestly, especially with a really awesome, sexy wolfman boyfriend.

"You'd really want me to live with you here?" He asked.

"I would be so happy if you did."

"Well, fuck, yeah, let's do that! I'll live with you here, when I can, you know I've still got my show."

Lucian smiled. "You can do... some vampire hunting internet show here, if you wish, keep your fans entertained."

"Oh shit, yeah, that'd be cool! Hey, you got any spooky towers we can check out? I wanna fly around 'em and check out the sights as a bat!"

"Peter, this is a medieval castle, of course we do. And they are also excellent places to make love."

"Wait, really? How do you- oh. Oh fuck, Lucian, good for you!"

--

I think Lucian deserves to have his castle back, and for Peter to be a cute bat flying around it at times.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

[kunstpause]

You'll never know where your feet will carry you...

The journey begins, and while I read through the foreword of the Lord of the Rings, Rhiandys is ready to leave her home.

She's the adventurous one in her village. The only one? Maybe not, but certainly the only one brave enough to want to explore the world outside, and while no one around her shares that wanderlust, they are nonetheless supportive.

Though our friend Valaric is just a smidge overdramatic 😅

She talks to her grandmother who reminds her of her manners, of course, and says goodbye to her friends, promising to return, eventually. It's not yet obvious, but the person who will hopefully eventually come back to this place will certainly be a different one than these people know.

They live more isolated than most, in their valley protected by one of the eagles, there is no one in living memory that has ever left until Rhyandis decides to go.

Saying goodbye to their eagle protector, who has seen this coming from miles away apparently, and getting another task from grandma, making it clear that she's supposed to help people if she has to leave.

And there we go, getting our inspiration to do all those "fetch me x of this" sidequests. They might be tedious, but how can you say no if you promised your granny??? 👀

And so the journey starts, and just from looking at the map, it is quite some distance the little hobbit has to walk. Her home is in the Anduin Vales, at the Misty Mountains, and the woman walked all the way down to Swanfleet, south of the Breelands. Which is where she makes a quick pitstop.

Pretty sure Uruks attacking a peaceful village counts as one of the things Grandma wants her to help out with, so she does, makes a few friends, and gets herself a pony.

And there it is, a friendly Hobbit from the Shire decides that even if we are not related, we might as well be and should come over for tea!

So it's goodbye Swanfleet and hello Shire.

The people there are exactly as welcoming as promised, and the mayor is personally welcoming her.

She made it! All the way from the Misty Mountains, kinda like Thorin (who she knows nothing about yet) did a good while ago.

Now, she is off to learn some basic crafts and then look for people who can show her around and might need her help.

And I am off to read the Concerning Hobbits chapter and things up to Bilbo's party perhaps before she gets to explore the Shire. ^^

#Kunstpause plays lotro again #lotro #lotr #OC: Rhiandys

[winterpower98]

Since angst is the only type of fanfiction i know have some bottled up anger monkey

I did this at 6am help

the generals were all cooped up in the king house, as they were sitting around a table that once belonged to a human, with paper and parchment.

they were drawing different ideas of how their home looked like,

They never understood how flower fruit mountain looked from far away, as they never went that far away from home! But they needed to find a spot to live in peace, the monkeys were getting uncomfortable because there were too many! And the houses inside the cave weren't enough.

well, camps. The only house that there is in here is the king's one, but they can't just kick the king out! He must have the most privileges.

they all had different ideas, and luckily macaque knew where they couldn't go because he was running from people most of his life in this island.

so they all followed him mainly, the king was supposed to join but he was not.

He was busy working actually, they respected that, he was walking in and out to get things, clothes and warm blankets he had in the house from the previous owners as winter was coming in and the monkeys couldn't stand the cold this time. A big storm was coming.

The king was wearing clothes too, and those weird things people call shoes. They are so uncomfortable they don't get how their king can wear them!

But either way, the generals noticed how the king was getting more tired and visibly stressed, especially when the clothes came to an end and most monkeys didn't had clothes to get warm.

Neither the blankets were enough and he was stressing himself out of it.

one thing that could be noticed is how he always had a smile on his face when people talked to him or looked at him, when he thought no one was watching he dropped that little act.

whenever they tried to ask the king either answered quickly with a "yeah" before they could finish or just nod without listening a word.

they didn't really care, they just wanted to help honestly. Beng offered if he wanted to take a break and think about the places with them, but the king refused.

they all offered different things and the king refused them all, sadly they couldn't understand that all of them asking over an over was stressing him out even more.

he was scared he was going to fail, and if he failed he was gonna fall apart and then everyone would be dissapointed, and he didn't want that because his people believe in him and are waiting for his orders and warm blankets. But the blankets aren't here and he doesn't know how to make warm blankets, and he has no more clothes- and he knows he can't give his because he's the most affected by the cold he could get hypothermia and then fail because he's cold and he doesn't want that-

"Wukong do you wanna just sit down and relax? It'll help think."

Ma proposed, the last one who asked something.

but Ma dosen't understand that he CAN'T relax, needs to find this solution NOW-

"Wukong- are you listening- i can repea-"

"NO I DON'T NEED A BREAK I JUST NEED SOME TIME AND I'LL THINK OF A SOLUTION."

wukong screamed, not really at Ma. Rather at himself, because he kept torturing himself with "what if" "what if" and it was driving him insane.

"I don't need a break i need WARMTH, i can make a fire but it won't be enough-"

As he started rambling with an obvious tired and stressed tone, walking around his own house.

him rambling wasn't a problem, even though he was too fast to understand, the problem is that now the king floor is.. ruined.

when he screamed he broke the wood under him and kept rambling, apparently his strength wasn't controlled because he was mad and he couldn't hide it anymore.

Ma shut up, she understood that she wasn't the problem, she was just that thing that let him snap.

another problem was the king movements, again rambling wasn't the problem, it was him throwing and punching the obviously weak walls made out of wood.

with how strong their king is, the walls had holes, many holes now.

New windows i guess?

he wasn't really lashing out to the point of breaking everything, it was a movement he did accidentally because he didn't know how to react.

Just like him rambling, messing up his hair sometimes pulling them.

having a mental breakdown? Yeah. Yeah that was the word.

Luckily they didn't watch it! The generals didn't had to watch that because it was in the king room.

after the king broke the floor with his foot, he started walking to his room to ramble and lash out.

Loudly? Yes. But at least he noticed he was gonna break and stormed somewhere else so he doesn't hurt anyone.

What a sight.

a kid shouldn't bottle up so much.

It ended up with the king crying and the generals comforting him, he really had no idea of what to do and he was scared.

- ✍️

ANON WHY DO YOU COME FOR MY THROAT EVERY TIME

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #flowerfruit monkeys #fucking amazing you funcky little writer #winter answer #winterpower98

[shadowen]

🥺🛒 ✨🍦🤗💞🤩🤲✅ I was going to trim those down but 9 is the Norse number so. *shrug* I'm Special Interestedly obligated to keep them all :)

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

The character who thinks they're alone in the world suddenly realizes they have a community of people who have chosen to love and care for them. Gets me every fucking time.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I love to fuck around with tropes. I have a lot of fun taking ideas that have been done to death and finding new stories to tell with them. The Soul Meets Body series happened because I wanted to write an mpreg fic that faced all the problems with that trope head-on, and Joseph Campbell, Eat Your Heart Out takes the genderswapping trope and puts it in the context of folklore and fairytales.

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

Good description and atmosphere, with the occasional clever turn of phrase.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

I don't really do fics that are just sweet. I like to write sweet moments in bigger stories, and stories that are mostly sweet still have little bursts of bitterness. The most heartwarming thing I've ever written might be Gemini, because Skywalker sibling feels.

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Whatever it is you get out of fic and fandom, take it and then take more. You want to develop your skills as a writer? Work with good betas and challenge yourself. You want to indulge kinks, work through trauma, or escape from the world? Write whatever kinky, dead dove, fluffy nonsense you need. You want to write a wildly popular fic? Figure out the formula and do it. We're all here for our own reasons. Whatever your reason is, indulge it.

💞 Who's your comfort character? / 🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Combining these two questions, because both answers are dependent on what I want to write and why. Need to grapple with the feeling that the only way to be loved is to be useful? I'm gonna write Clint Barton. Want to explore the desire to be recognized and valued as a whole person? Gimme Poe Dameron. Feeling the conflict between living a life of peace and a life of purpose? That's Yusuf al Kaysani. Time for Catholic trauma? Nicolo di Genova, come on down. Gender feelings? Let's see who I want to project onto today. I also love writing any character who might be described as "snarky" or "sarcastic", because the dialogue is always fun and the whump is delightful.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Of all the things Joe expected to watch change in his unusually long lifetime, the fucking weather wasn’t on the list. Nor would he have expected global weather patterns to have quite as much effect on his daily life as they did. Decades of desperate environmental action had begun to curb the effects of climate change, but natural disasters continued to arrive with alarming frequency and unimaginable destruction. The wealthier parts of the world could get by with little permanent damage, but many places, like the cluster of mountain villages in northern India where the team was currently stuck, faced a dire situation.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Trans-masc gender dysphoria, apparently. Complicated gender relationships, in general. As you can imagine, it's something I think about a lot.

#ask meme #shadowen writes things #writing is hard

[s-creations]

A Chill in the Bone - The Aftermath Series

It's fine, everything's fine! Lady Bone Demon has been defeated and everyone lived. It's all going great...

Except Wukong couldn't shake the cold that seemed to linger.

Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid   Rating: Teen and Up Audiences     Relationships: Shadowpeach, MK&SunWukong Warnings/Additional Tags: Some moments of what happens after, Everyone’s just trying to recover, And sleep everyone needs sleep, part of a series, additional tags if needed

He knew she wasn’t there. He, the team, they made sure that demon wasn’t going to come back. The hold over him wasn’t there, hadn’t been there for awhile now. There weren’t the icy whispers echoing in his head, telling him what to do, where to go, who to attack. There wasn’t the deep bone chill that controlled his every movement, commanding his body to go against what he wanted. There wasn’t the clench of ice encompassing his heart as he attempted to break free from her. 

 He knew he was fine. 

 He knew it. 

 But the feeling would not leave Wukong. 

 The day was saved. The evening had finally departed and brought upon another day. Sun started to rise over the horizon, bathing the city in warmth that had been gone for so long. The team was parked on a nearby mountain top. Apparently the place they truly landed after finishing off the giant mech. All decided it would be better to rest here then try and get back to the city right away. An unspoken agreement that no one wanted to feel crowded at that time. They just wanted to get some good sleep before heading back. 

 While Pigsy set about to get dinner (breakfast?) made and the rest set up the camp, Wukong ducked out. He had tried to play everything off. He was free, the Lady Bone Demon wasn’t a threat anymore. The previously possessed teen was safe and feeling better. No one was carrying any heavy signs of damage. Everything seemed fine. But Wukong felt his skin crawl and his fur itch. Unable to shake off the feeling of that deep cold. 

 He let out a grunt as he tore off the sleeve on his current garments, feeling constricted. Wukong knew he should have actually changed into his normal attire, but that would mean going back. Going back and heading into the RV, hearing everyone talk. Listening to them laugh and relax after such a long journey. A journey he had taken them on without a clear indication what they were walking into. Because Wukong honestly thought he could handle this…alone.

 Balling up the fabric, Wukong tossed them as far as he could with a cry of anger. Which wasn’t far. The wind really worked against him and, in all honesty, he wasn’t really feeling up to his normal self. He hadn’t felt ‘okay’ since before his fight against Nezha. Even if he was holding back, that didn’t mean Nezha was. And the guy can hit hard. 

 “And you really think you could handle this alone…idiot.” Wukong grumbled as he sat down. Watching as the torn fabric floated slowly down the mountain side. Eventually disappear below the low level clouds and thick foliage below. 

 “And what are you doing all the way out here Peaches?”

 “Not now, oh annoying shadow of mine.” The golden monkey faltered when the ground suddenly disappeared below him, sinking into the shadows. Letting out a grunt when, after falling backwards, he connects with the ground once more. Now far away from the ledge he was previously sitting at, resting next to a tall rock wall with a familiar black furred monkey sitting next to him. “Would you just- You couldn’t just let me have some peace!”

 “Nah, I’d rather annoy you. One of my favorite past times honestly.” Macaque replied calmly. 

 “Bold of you to assume I’m in the mood to deal with any of your quirks.” 

 “Oh harsh.”

 “What do you want, Macaque.”

 “I can’t come check on you?” The Shadow Warrior’s smirk faltered slightly when pierced with a hard stare, “Well…it’s partially true.” 

 “I’m sure…” They fell quiet at that. Macaque looked up to the blue sky, while Wukong’s attention was on the dirt. 

 “Any particular reason why you tore your sleeves off? Not to say it’s a terrible look for you. But you know you have items in that giant van.” Macaque said after a while, leaning against the rock wall as if this was just a casual conversation between two friends. 

 “‘M fine.” Wukong mumbled back. 

 “Ah, really? Totally fine?”

 “Yes.”

 “Completely fine?”

 “Why do you care!” Wukong hissed, the glare returning. But Macaque didn’t pull away this time. In fact, he double downed. 

 “Because you’re freaking the kid out,” that sobered Wukong instantly, turning away and crossing his arms, “and you’re acting as if you’re the only person who went through something. The other’s are recovering as well-”

 “Because I was an idiot.”

 Macaque frowned at that. “You, an idiot? Never. You’re Sun Wukong, self-proclaimed greatest sage, equal to Heaven, or however you say it. You don’t make mistakes.”

 “Well, I did. So there.” 

 “So, what, you’re just going to stay out here and pout?”

 “I’m giving them space so they can recover. Feel better without the constant reminder of what set this off wasn’t hovering over them.” 

 “I see…” Silence once more. 

 “Is…the kid okay?” Wukong asked cautiously. Macaque didn’t miss the way the golden monkey’s tail twitched nervously. 

 “He’s…quiet. I think he’s just soaking it all in, calming down. But he’s no better than anyone else at this point. Why don’t you just go ask him yourself if you’re that concerned.” 

 “I doubt he wants to see me.” 

 “You really are an idiot.” The black furred monkey tried not to wince as he was suddenly slammed into the ground. A hand wrapped around his throat. Not enough to cut off air, but it was a warning it could become worse. Wukong towered above him with a glare, fangs bared. 

 “You don’t get to say anything about this! Whatever you think you could add to this situation I’ve already thought about or are just ironic coming from the person who helped her. I don’t know why you sought me out. But you shouldn’t have because I’m in no mood to deal with you right now.”

 “Because you’re trying to escape the cold, right?”

 That gave Wukong pause. He didn’t pull away, but the grip on Macaque lessened. “What are you talking about?”

 “You said it yourself, I worked with her. I may not have been possessed or willingly gone along with it. But you don’t think I know of that bone deep chill that seeps into your body? How it sticks around and seems to just eat away at your soul? You think I haven’t felt that before?” 

 Wukong completely stepped away at that. Macaque sat back up as the other collapsed to the ground, seeing the fear cross the great sage’s face. 

 “...It won’t leave,” Wukong replied weakly, “I know she’s not here any more. I know things are fine. But I still feel…”

 “Cold.”

 “Yeah.” 

 “Let me tell you, being alone doesn’t help.”

 “You know that for a fact?”

 “The feeling’s worse when you’re alone. Because you let that cold take over again. Even if she’s not here, that magic of hers still lingers. It’s like an illness. You feel better than before, but that exhaustion is still there. When you’re alone, you let that magic pick you apart because you don’t have anyone else here to drown out what’s being said.”

 “So the others just drown out what’s being done,” Wukong sniped, “That doesn’t mean being around them will help. Doesn’t mean they want me around. Be around the being that set this all off and decided it was a good idea to not say a thing about the plan to anyone. Every decision that I made was a terrible one. I didn’t tell them about the plan, the fourth ring, I went off to battle Lady Bone Demon while still being severely injured. Every choice I made was the wrong one and everyone suffered because of it.”

 “I was even willing to sacrifice a child if it meant that she would be defeated. A child, Mac! I was going to kill a kid because I didn’t know what else to do! I hated that she tried to call my bluff and all I did was double down on being an idiot. And you just show up to work with her? You’re not possessed, you’re just going along with it and I couldn’t figure out why. And it just hit me one day of what…I had done to you. And the no doubt desperate situation you were in when-”

 “We’re not here to talk about me, Peaches.” Macaque said quickly.

 “But you know it’s true.”

 “It is, but that’s…an old wound. It’s more fun to just tease you than anything else.”

 “Doesn’t change the fact that I’m doing such…awful things because I thought I was right. And MK, oh heavens above MK, what did I do to him? I put him through Hell, let him stumble around in the dark while having so much faith in me! I lied about the ‘vacation’, I lied about the plan. I put him and his friends in danger, but I just kept going! I forced him to clean up my messes without realizing what I was doing. Then I go and get possessed by that creature and… Gods, Macaque, I could hear and see everything. Everything she made me do, I knew about it and I couldn’t stop. And the kid still stood up for me! Still believed in me, with everything that I’ve done. Everything…” 

 Macaque still said nothing. Letting the golden monkey curl in on himself, fingers digging into the ill managed fur on top of his head. Ears completely flat against his skull. Only when he knew Wukong wasn’t going to go off verbally again did the Shadow Warrior move. Making his way slowly over and resting close. “How long…have you been alone, Wukong?”

 “...Years. A lot of years…”

 “You’ve definitely changed a lot from what I remember. And I don’t mean in a good way. But I think it’s honestly because you weren’t really told how to handle…all of this. You’ve always had a lot on your plate. It’s just, when you were younger, you had other people to rely on, which changed when…you lost so much. I’m not saying what you did was the best idea. But you’ve been alone for a while now and…you always thought you were doing the right thing.”

 “Now you have other people to worry about again. Even more so, you have a kid that’s under your guidance, something you said numerous times you could never see yourself doing. Someone who looks up to you. First as an idol, a familiar name that has power tied to it. Now to someone who…okay, let’s just be fully honest here. You’ve basically adopted MK in all ways but legal paperwork.” 

 Macaque counted it as a win when he heard Wukong give a weak laugh. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you have a successor tied to your hip and all the friends that come along with it. It’s…scary. The sudden change…”

 “It doesn’t forgive what I’ve done.” Wukong muttered back, finally sitting up. 

 “I’m not saying that it does. But I am saying that you’re putting too much on yourself. You always did. The point is that you need to forgive yourself if you can actually learn from this.”

 Wukong let out another laugh. “Since when did you become so wise?”

 “Eh, death does that to you…and being reborn…and having to deal with other idiot’s mistakes. You kind of pick up a few things when you actually pay attention.”

 “Hey, I’m the master at paying attention.”

 “Sure you are.”

 “You calling me a liar?” Wukong jumped, feeling a tap on his left shoulder. Turing quickly to find the tip of Macaque’s tail. Grumbling, the golden monkey turned to tell the other off. Only for lips to cover him, effectively cutting Wukong off. 

 Oh…

 Oh, okay, they were doing this then.

 Huh…it’s been awhile. And it still made Wukong’s heart race, feeling as if it was going to beat straight out of his chest. He returned the action happily. Letting out an unhappy groan when Macaque pulled away, attempting to follow and being held back by their foreheads touching. 

 “That was…kind of from nowhere.” Wukong muttered. 

 “Mmm, kind of. But I won’t lie, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

 “And why haven’t you?” Silence. “Oh, right, never mind.”

 Macaque chuckled softly, his tail reaching out to wrap around the other’s. Who reciprocated happily. “Well, we’ll live and learn, yeah?”

 “Yeah…”

 “So, how are you feeling now?” 

 Wukong opened his eyes (when did he close them?) looking surprised by the comment. Only to realize the chill wasn’t as severe as it was before. “Uh…better. A lot better. …Thanks.”

 “You’re welcome. But I would recommend heading back to the others now.” 

 “Wha-” Wukong scrambled slightly as he fell into the shadows once more and found himself standing again. “Wait, what about-”

 “We have a lot of room to grow Peaches,” Macaque said softly, “I liked this. But right now, we have other relations to worry about.”

 “Then when…”

 “Later. Not a lot later, but later.”

 Wukong rolled his eyes. “So mysterious.” 

 “Eh, it comes with the territory. I would get going Monkey King, you have a kid to worry about.” 

 Wukong rolled his eyes but followed the Shadow Warrior back over the quickly made campground. There was a moment when the golden monkey wanted to go back to the shadows of the mountain. Eyes seemed to snap directly towards the two monkeys that had suddenly returned. But Macaque played it off easily. Asking (demanding) loudly as to where his bowl of noodles were. To which Pigsy said the next batch would be ready soon and to just wait. Macaque merely shrugged at that and turned towards the mountain edge. 

 Wukong really hoped he hid the flinch with eyes returned to him. “Um…”

 “Did you change?” Pigsy asked, still stirring the pot. 

 “Uh, no, I…tore the sleeves off.”

 “Interesting anger management technique.” Mei commented as she’s casually draped over Redson. Who’s scowl was still on his face, but he looked exhausted underneath it. 

 “Uh, sure…”

 “Kid’s over there,” Pigsy commented as he nodded over to where Macaque walked off to, “In case you were looking for him.”

 “I…was, yeah.” Wukong cleared his throat, feeling nervous again. “Look, I just wanted to say-”

 “That you’re an idiot who takes on way too much? Yeah, we figured that out.” Pigsy casually comments while Tang frantically shushes the chef. 

 “...Yeah, guess so.” 

 “Okay, glad we cleared that up. I’ll call when the noodles are done.”

 And that was it. No more eyes on him, no more words were directed to him, they all went back to their casual conversation before the monkeys had returned. Wukong couldn’t really tell if he was feeling better over this or if it was just numbing at this point. Instead of worrying about it, he turned to the mountain edge, finding Macaque already teasing MK. The Monkey King decides to head over to rescue his successor..and the bowl of noodles. 

 Wukong was hungry all of a sudden. 

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 The night was unsettling. All had eventually turned in, sleeping in their own beds on the large van. There were a few hours of more whispered talking. But all drifted off soon enough. All, but Wukong. Because while being around others helped (curse you for being right Macaque) and he had been forgiven to some degree, the Monkey King still felt…wrong. Something was still off and he couldn’t figure out what. 

 So, he laid there. Still in his bed, on his back, and staring up at the bunk above him. He knew MK was up there, hopefully asleep at this point. The kid needs to rest. They all did, but MK had just seemed too exhausted for so long. 

 Wukong let out a sigh and rolled onto his side. Maybe changing positions would help him sleep? Doubtful but-

 “Uh…Monkey King?” 

 Wukong tensed for a second before recognizing the voice. “MK? What are you doing up? You need to be asleep.” 

 “...I can’t.”

 “Oh…do you want some warm milk? Or, uh, what else helps sleeping-”

 “Can we share a bunk?” MK squeaked out, looking away and flushing deeply. 

 “Uh…sure, I don’t mind.” Wukong laughed softly as he watched the kid scramble down. At one point wrapping his tail around MK to help the other climb in easily. They were soon pressed close, MK hiding away in Wukong’s chest while the monkey wrapped his arms around the other. Wukong immediately felt MK relax. “Feeling better?”

 “Yeah…”

 “...I am sorry MK.”

 “You already apologized.”

 “I don’t think I’ll be able to say it enough. It won’t leave my consciousness for a while, if ever.” Wukong smiled as he felt arms wrap around him now, the kid pressing closer. 

 “I forgive you.”

 “You shouldn’t.” 

 “I mean…yeah, I’m really not happy with you. You really need to work on that whole ‘not lying to people who care about you’ thing. But, I get why you did it.”

 “Yeah, and why’s that?”

 “Because you’re not used to working with people.”

 “...You and Pigsy have been talking.”

 “No, it’s just obvious.”

 “You cheeky little-” Wukong reached down to poke into MK’s side, who let out a squeak at that and pushed the hand away. 

 “Shhh, we’re supposed to be asleep!”

 “Then stop making noises!” They both snicker, trying to be as quiet as possible. Eyes widening when they hear Pigsy snort in his sleep. Only for the chef to roll over and continue to sleep. “Okay, let’s actually get some sleep.” 

 “Right…”

 They settled back down again, the same position they had when MK first entered the bunk. The kid tucked the top of his head right under Wukong’s chin. Not that the Monkey King minded. He honestly felt a lot better with having the kid as close as he was. Feeling himself relax as sleep finally started to come. Wukong was almost asleep when he heard MK mutter something.

 “What was that bud?” Wukong whispered tiredly. 

 “Night dad…”

 Wukong felt his heart explode. A wide but very exhausted smile broke out, pressing his cheek on the mop of crazy hair on top of the kid’s head. “Good night son, get some sleep…”

 And they did. Sleeping soundly into the morning, snoring softly. Completely missing the chuckles and points that came from the rest of the group. Of Mei taking numerous pictures of MK now using Wukong’s chest as a pillow as the Monkey King’s arms were tightly wrapped around the kid. Or when Macaque watched from the shadows, eventually peeking out to place a kiss on Wukong’s forehead and ruffling MK’s hair before disappearing once again. 

 Only waking when they finally returned to the city. Very confused as to where they were now.

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