Alright so; I’m gonna be updating this and its getting pinned because the gods know someone needs to hold me accountable even if its just a pinned post I shake my little executive dysfunction fist at on the regular. So I’ll be updating this pinned post somewhat regularly as we go to torment myself into getting shit done because I have somehow re-entered the part of my life where I need to feel like im being attacked at all times to complete any task whatsoever. (This isnt like me beating myself up for not keeping a timeline btw im just literally out of my adhd meds and can’t get it anymore thanks in general to the United States health system but mostly tarrifs and medication shortages so this is how im simulating being hunted for sport to trick my brain into working);
Accurate as of 06/21/26
Multi chapter stuff->
Tough As Nails (And Built For Breaking) X - Chapter 11 up and chapter 12 outlined fiddling with the draft. (11/15)
Apex Predator X - ch3 posted ch 4 outlined. (3/16)
Lovesick X - last two chapters are outlined but im fist fighting them atm they are still being written i s2g (4/6)
Nobody’s Daughter - rough outlining stages (0/10)
One Shots->
Sharp Glass (When you break) X - ITS DONE IT TOOK ME NINE MILLION YEARS BUT ITS DONE (sh fic pls be warned)
Call it a Bet X - all done; fluffy pattern reveal
Darling X - all done; ABO pregnancy realization
Deep Breath, Exhale - outline finished; fighting back demons on this one atm
Don’t You See Me Trying? - FINALLY FINISHED THE OUTLINE ITS 38K WORDS LMFAO (super long one shot fiddled with as I go it’s my comfort thing at the moment. Abo / zoemira duo looking for the third hunter / demon raised rumi. Probably going to finish out close to 60k words so rip me but ug H
climbing out of my pit of goo to post, because @distressednoise was so nice and reassuring, even though I was trying not to put all my eggs (hope for this fic) in her inbox, it turns out it was just the right egg, or something. I'm doing the metaphor thing again.
(if you got that reference you can have a slice of the cake I just made. If you didn't you can have some cake after you read these sentences).
On the beach below the resort there's a rustic bar serving sweet, strong drinks in green coconut shells. It's early evening and the day's heat rests in the sand, but the air carries a refreshing breeze up from the sea. The folding chairs they're sitting on are just old and worn enough to invite them to sink deeper, stay longer, enjoy the eternal rhythm of the waves greeting the shore and the palm trees swaying. The beach isn't crowded, but it's bustling - with tourists and locals, sunbathers and five-a-side teams playing with tatty footballs, kids digging in the sand, families sharing food or drink.
On the rolling waves a handful of people are surfing the gentle ebb and flow of the water. This isn't the high-octane wrestle with the elements that you see surfers engaged in off the east coast of the U.S.; it's not even as lively as the west coast waves, thinks Alex, casting his approval over every foreign aspect of the scene. Here the Pacific is swaddled among the islands and the reefs, soothed to an undulating pulse that the surfers ride with the same ease as a skateboarder gliding down the sidewalk in Santa Monica. Here, there isn't as much pretentiousness, isn't as much competitiveness - mabuhay indeed, thinks Alex, smiling fondly at the group of surfers that have left the water and are trudging up the beach in a loose group.
They're a mixed bunch - women in one-pieces and bikinis, one or two wearing a sarong that clings to their thighs, and men in shorts, trunks, t-shirts, any old thing it seems. One guy's shorts are heavy with water and slipping down his ass - someone points it out, the group laughs, including the guy with his ass out, and a woman darts in to pull them up for him.
Alex laughs too, cocktail in hand, half-raised to his lips already, and then he stiffens, like fulgurite formed under a bolt of lightning. He realises he knows one of the local surfers.
The guy strides over the soft sand with something like a swagger, his own baggy shorts wet and sticking to his legs, tightly tied waist holding them up on skinny hips. He's got an easy-going walk and an easy-going smile, but there's a twinkle in his dark eyes as he shares a joke with one of the other surfers. His black hair is cropped close to his head, so his lithe outline is uninterrupted - every strong, graceful line of sinew and muscle is on show, sparkling with sea water under the evening sun. He slaps a friend on the shoulder and Alex notes the way the other man's stumbling foot kicks up a plume of sand as he reels from the impact.
The surfer turns, perhaps sensing some weight from Alex's stare. Across the beach, their eyes meet.
This time, the surfer's own foot catches against a ruck in the sand. He doesn't look down to steady himself though, he's focussed only on Alex, eyes wide, mouth closed, alert. And Alex is desperate to see what his response is, what his expression means, so he's staring back, but his own heart is suddenly beating so fast it's like the tide in his ears, and he feels kind of dizzy, almost cross-eyed, so he's not sure he's seeing the other guy's expression clearly.
Then Carpenter grips Alex's shoulder and gives him a shake, his own glass of punch intruding on Alex's vision as he looks to knock their green coconuts together.
And if you read all of those sentences, far far more than six (but then again I already have 6,000 words, so....) you have definitely earned cake :)
Two young teenagers are walking around. They spot you and the younger drags the older one to you
"Sorry, we haven't met. I'm Leo and this is my big brother Raph. He also goes by ladybug for some reason. But anyway, he's been acting strangely recently. He's always on gaurd and he's not responding like he normally would. And I don't know therapy stuff. Do you know anything?"
Ladybug facepalms in embarrassment.
@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion
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“Ladybug? Like when you went on that one mission with Mikey?” Leo wondered, looking at his Raph to see if that would make any sense, his older brother just shrugged.
“A therapist you say?” Mikey said, “on no…” Donnie said uneasily, slowly backing away from the orange turtle. Mikey drapes on some professional looking attire from who knows where he got it and gives pico his own little suit with some glasses just for added effect.
“Welcome to my seminar, talk it out.” He said, pushing the two into some chairs that magically appeared and sat right across from them holding a clipboard and a pencil.
submas tumblr consider the following:
arceus’ prophet au (?)
i will explain more in depth later but the tldr is that ingo was sent to hisui to end the “false god” (volo) but bro forgot
arceus just. never reminded him until shit started to hit the fan and ingo actually grew somewhat attached to the place
oh?? god wants me to commit homicide?? well! fuck! i actually have a moral compass! and ive been here for like 5 years! uh oh!
ingo was basically hired as god’s hitman and that will never not be funny to me
anyway fellas discuss
i will feed you more content when im not tired bc i have thought abt this a little
I made myself cry editing chapter six for tough as nails so enjoy this hellscape thing i started.
Part of her wanted to scream to the heavens about the absolute shit show that was her entire life at this point. The other half was… occupied.
Namely, and of course firstly, with the lesser creature hanging out of her mouth.
These little faceless things reminded her of imps, or something equally unbefitting of the term assigned to the things that actually went bump in the night. These little creatures stole life force with grasping desperate fingers and part of Rumi wondered if they knew how much easier that was to take from animals.
Soul stealing was such a trivial game. Something relegated for weaker demons and whatever little underlings they managed to torment into submission. Humans marched their way to damnation with such ease all on their own it left the practice almost hilariously devoid of need. Though it did free up the rankings whenever one of them pissed someone off enough to get smote out of existence. Left a bit of wiggle room.
Not that the wiggle room would ever be for her, no she was content where she was. Perfectly human aside from the horrors, of course.
Paimon had stated with bemusement at every request when she had been young and learning that she would be free of his influence if she wished once she died a mortal death. Debt paid, or whatever it was. The phrase he’d actually used had been ‘blood let and blood consumed’ but she wasn’t going to pretend she could mimic the syrupy slow way the prince spoke.
No she was just one of those underlings; a well loved and doted on one but one nonetheless.
Which of course cycled back to her horrible stupid idiotic life. In no way should a human have been able to see her let alone address her. Then again, she supposed even as she fought to swallow the lodge in her throat, this particular human shouldn’t have been able to see the faceless that she’d been consuming either.
There were very few things that actually fed her. Blood and bone, human of course, but those things were rare and she didnt like picking it from her teeth or claws. Little goblin esc creatures that tasted of suffering and coalesced into fine cold sand in her throat? Much more ideal. Human food too of course, though she had to eat so much of it to feel full it may have well been useless.
Which was how she’d found herself here standing in a wet alley during monsoon season half out of her human skin and half into the demonic; staring with everything she had at a shorter black haired woman who stared back at her mouth hanging open.
How in all the circles of hell was this woman even looking at her? Plenty of people saw her human skin every day, fuck some people saw her feline form but no one could ever see her like this. Their eyes would slip over, bounced like a flat rock on a smooth lake. So Paimon help her if she just stared back with all four eyes.
Maybe her legs were still mostly human but she could feel both of her long thin tails slowly waving behind her. Her upper half was fully other, all four forelimbs having been focused on jamming the faceless down the wide open sharp tooth lined feline mouth. Her talons and teeth flickered in the single street light above her; the obsidian unmistakable for anything else.
Supposedly. Rumi, for one, had noticed long ago that humans barely recognized the world around them let alone the little facts and tidbits she collected every single day.
Because Paimon didnt deal in souls. No they dealt in information; information that despite her best efforts were never interesting to the proper humans around her. Boring mean creatures that so many of them managed to be. Rumi was young, as it was often pointed out to her when she tried to complain to her friends (coworkers?) and she would find humans interested in her hoard some day. They all had. Humans that didnt mind a little weirdness exuding off of their lovers. Humans whos thirst for knowledge brought Paimon’s faithful sniffing out their doorways.
Not her though. 25 years and she’d only ever been an annoyance to the humans around her in the most wildly frustrating way humanely possible.
Yet standing in front of her, still gaping, was a particular strange (interesting) human who’s eyes tracked her black obsidian tipped forelimbs as she dropped the upper pair and kept the middle raised to link her talons over the bridge of her muzzle. Humans liked it better when they looked less imposing didn’t they?
So she shut her mouth, hid away the sharp teeth, clasped her claws carefully over the bridge of her muzzle and closed the second set of eyes. This was all probably very alarming for that girl. She was so brightly dressed Rumi couldn’t imagine that this was a normal day on the office for someone who seemed so wholly untraumatized -
Tink.
Something warm clinked off her chest and it brought Rumi’s head down; all four sharp ears flicking towards the source of the sound. A knife. A little blue knife. Had that human flung a knife at her?
Cute. She hummed, mostly internally because humming out loud like this always made the black surface of her body clink in a way that frightened people. Still, it wouldn’t do to leave something that pretty on the ground. Rumi had never seen anything like it, outside of the pulsing blue lines of the Korean people’s protective ward. It lit blazing curiosity in her chest, she reached for it without thinking.
Maybe on another night where she wasn’t still so hungry Rumi would have had a stronger mindset to just leave the knife alone. Not tonight. There was still food on the loose, she could smell those pathetic little creatures mulling in the darkness; though they stank of fear now. Interesting. They hadnt feared her at all.
The sensation when her talons lifted that little blade was akin to a hearth fire. The soft licking of heat up her demonic body’s etched stone surface in the most soothing of ways. The funny part was it warmed her human skin too; something that never happened with hell fire. What it did have in common, apparently, was the sudden odd sucking feeling that told her she had two seconds to activate at least some of her magic.
To the woman, Rumi hoped she didnt move all that much in the air when what was left human about her popped out of existence. Though, looking back up to observe the particularly curious human it seemed like she was fighting back some secondary emotion behind raw confusion.
Now fully feline outside of the rock hard carved surface of her skin and hovering five feet off the ground Rumi did the polite thing and brought her hind legs and one set of the fronts tight to her body where they didnt look so awkward dangling. The set that connected at her ribs couldn’t fit like that but she liked to talk with those so it was okay. Right?
“What is this?” She asked, hopeful that she could trick some information out without having to offer anything in return. The little knife spun between her claws with a pleasant speed and the sound of it clinking nicely against the stone of her brought another happy hum out of the demon.
“Uh- How are you touching that? What are you?”
Ugh. So much for no transactions. Rumi hoped beyond hope she wouldn’t ask for anything hard. She was already still hungry.
“A demon” She supplied, very helpfully might she add. It was polite to offer up a little something before making deals. A signal that she was trust worthy! The knife dematerialized from her paw and with a quick glance she could see the human had it again. No, she had six of them now dangling from her finger tips.
“I mean yeah but why didnt that hurt you?” The woman asked slowly, head tipping as she took silent measured steps forward.
What a silly question. Why would a simple knife hurt her? She was made of obsidian. It would take a lot more than a silly little steel blade to do anything to her let alone a knife that felt like barely restrained magic.
Magic was a fickle thing, she desperately wanted to explain her talons all but vibrating with the urge. It only harmed what it was directly pointed against and that magic felt old in a way that was nearly humbling. Actually it reminded her of something.
“Oh!” And Rumi purred, pleased to have figured it out on her own without having to offer up anything actually important. “It’s connected to the protective ward, isn’t it? It feels similar” Her purr built up louder at the shocked look on the smaller women’s face. Guessing paid off sometimes, especially when your would be deal maker has the poker face of a drunk casino gambler.
Though with that tidbit decided and as badly as Rumi did want to hover here and learn more… The yawning desperate hunger was starting to beat at the hollow walls of her body. More faceless consumed were better for everyone really, right? Would that be a fair way to end this little game of cat and monster?
“Mmm thank you for that knowledge.” She finally offered extending her middle paws forward to flex her talons politely in the girls general direction. “I’ll have to repay you at a later date but I am starving.”
This woman it seemed was not good at goodbyes if the way she sputtered was any indicator. “Pay me back- what? For what?” And Rumi couldn’t help the small concerned noise she let out in response to that. Had this poor human been done over by another demon with less reverence for the rules? She sincerely hoped whoever had done it had met the end of their own deal as punishment. How crass.
“Goodnight” she finally offered, entirely uncertain how to comfort this girl and assure her that it wasnt her fault someone had taken advantage of her. They were punished, Rumi was sure of it. Nothing slipped past her lord. But for all her beliefs and big internal talks she’d never been good at the personality side of this entire thing. Better to just whizz off and let someone else do the hard part. They’d be sent eventually; Lord Paimon saw everything she did and he would make this right.
It was her only thought as she focused a little bit of effort and blew out the light high above their heads. It was the easiest escape route; humans and their horribly weak night vision being what it was. A downed light and a tiny hit of extra magic would get her out of this very curious situation and she’d find the girl again later to repay her for her easy answer. Win win.
Just sitting here thinking about ap au rumi just blinking at zoemira asking her to join their kpop band. The cat does Not know what that means, shes been self isolating in a bookstore for ten years. They arent really sure if she can sing but zoey catches her singing along to the radio days later while doing her daily anxious dusting routine and essentially lays on her feet and screams until she agrees.
