#got vibes

[mayapapaya33]

I just started A Crown of Candy and I am already exhausted on behalf of both the Queen and Theobald lmfao. First impression is that the king is an indulgent pushover who makes his wife be the disciplinarian all the time and presumably undermines any actual discipline or consequences. That's not great for a marriage. We shall see.

[wordyfox]

[pastelgargoyle]

Fire and Ice: Chapter Two

( Note: This is only an excerpt! The rest can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12407790/chapters/28233450 )

Lance talked in his sleep.

Most of his words were jumbled spanish vocables-- strawberries, lizards, etcetera. None of it was decipherable, all a big coalescence of word-stew. He’d fidget and toss, which, of course, wasn’t entirely ridiculous because he slept on an old cot that was more or less the least comfortable thing in the world to sleep on; but, he’d wake up with the sun, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed; rubbing sleep from his eyes as though he’d just woken up from resting on a feather comforter and velvet sheets. The archer within moments was up on his feet, scouring for berries or eggs or whatever else may prove sufficient for breakfast nearby bushes and grooves, all with Becky clucking faithfully at his heel

Having succeeded with his gathering session, Lance plopped a few mauve duck eggs into the already sizzling pan, glancing over to Akira and nudging him with his foot. "Hey. Akira. Pretty boy. Hey. Mullet. Rise 'n shine. I got breakfast."

By the looks of it, Akira had no idea what or who the hell was talking to him. Whilst Lance rose with the sun, Akira vehemently cursed the sun and everything beneath it. He remained curled into his cloak, it's magical properties dormant for the time being, rather taking on the look of normal shoddy fabric. His raven hair clung uncomfortably to his neck, slicked with morning dew and mist. When he opened his eyes and saw a tall guy with crystalline blue eyes, the hooded outsider was a bit taken aback. It was only when he heard the chicken had it all flooded back. He finally responded with a small, "Breakfast?", before groaning and rising.

"Yeah! Eggs. Found this duck nest, so, hope you like eggs over easy." Lance smiled at him a little and looked back down at them, poking at them with the stick.

Akira sniffed at the air, picking up on the smell of the griddle. Man had an appetite, so clearly feeding him was the best way to get a docile response out of him. He took a moment to run a hand through his hair. Disgusting was the best way to describe how it felt. He was starting to think that the chicken was better groomed than he was and that was a tragedy.

Lance quirked a brow at Akira, his lips curling in a smug way. "Heh. You're a mess. When's the last time you bathed?"

Though Akira, as vigilant as ever, didn’t even skip a beat in snapping back. "That's rich coming from a forest hermit."

"Fine, fine. I'll freshen up after we eat.” the archer chirped with a grin, winking at him and grabbing his pocket knife, poking at one of the eggs and sniffing at it. “You should see me when I'm actually cleaned up. I'm hot as hell."

"...Yeah, I'm sure."

"Im serious!” Lance wrinkled his nose, ears a bit red as he glanced away, only slightly hurt. “Oh whatever."

Not picking up on Lance’s damaged ego, he wiggled over and took a stab at the eggs that bubbled in the pan. "Are you sure Becky isn't offended that you're eating eggs?"

Lance was actually a bit taken aback by the stranger’s sudden concern for the chicken’s well being, his response coming out a bit slower than initially intended. "I don't think so. Birds eat other birds, so I doubt its a problem." He watched the chicken mull around, scratching at the back of his neck.

As soon as Akira got a small taste of the eggs, within the next moment he had already laid waste to half of the pan. Dude was a growing boy and was thin as shit, so it wasn't too surprising. "I suppose not." He replied nonchalantly in between mouthfuls.

Lance snickered, finishing off his eggs own share with a content sigh. "I never bothered asking, did I? Where are you headed?" He asked, tilting his head a bit. "Anywhere good?"

Akira opened his mouth to answer, but ended up choking on his lack of answer. "Not, uh... Not really. Just kind of freelancing, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders then cleared his throat; then, the raven-haired man abruptly jumped to his feet and snagged the boots Lance had gifted to him the night prior.

The archer watched him hop up, digging in his bag and pulling out a rough bar of soap. "Where you goin? Gonna take a leak? There's a honeysuckle bush over there. Lotta privacy. Nice smell. Good place to pee."

"Does everything have to be open with you?" Akira shook his head with a detestable sigh.

(Check out the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12407790/chapters/28392124 )

[pastelgargoyle]

Fire and Ice: A Klance Fantasy AU - Chapter One

( Note: This is only an excerpt! The rest can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12407790/chapters/28233450 )

Lance, our lovely archer protagonist, is a number of things: dashing, talented, an excellent sharpshooter, astoundingly handsome, good humored, clever, not that bad at math, and gorgeous. Though, who doesn't want to believe they're Mister ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ in the flesh?

If Lance wanted to be realistic, he would have to look into the past and not into a mirror to see those bitchin blue eyes.

Or at someone else's bitchin eyes.

While he seduced them.

With his own-- okay, Lance liked to be handsome. Point, man.

Despite his profound vanity, he was actually good at a few things. Not skilled per-say at farming or blacksmithing, or skinning a deer or any of that to get a normal people job, but he was damn good at talking and even better with a bow.  Oh yeah, he was down right deadly with it. So, when he was forced away from his home, becoming an archer for hire was only natural.

Occasionally, someone had to take an arrow to the knee; but, he was mostly hired for protection. Just to look intimidating, letting people know he nor his patron was one to be trifled with; though recently, he had taken instead to traveling from town to town in pursuit of lower-risk job opportunities. Currently, he found himself in the forested region of the Galra Empire outskirts-- better known as the Old Wilds. These lands were just as they were described; old and wild. Forest squatters and fugitives of all kinds dwelled in the thicket, which naturally made it quite the dangerous place. Lance considered himself to be just as dangerous whilst equipped with his trusty leather-bound bow; she was his pride and joy, proving to be quite the loyal companion in hairy situations. Although, that didn't make him much less jumpy.

So, when a strong pop and snap pierced the air, one that clearly originated from the thicket rather than the fire pit, Lance jumped at the sound, once drowsy eyes peeling open. In an instant, his trained hand would graze over his yew-bow. The quiver was just within reach, allowing his nimble fingers to tug out arrow and knock it, keeping it at the ready while he stood, scanning the area with careful focus.

"Who's there?" He barked, drawing his bow upon hearing a scuffling of leaves and crackling thistles. The feather of his arrow brushed across his cheek as he held fast, his posture natural and deadly. "Come on out! I doubt you want trouble and trust me, I can bring a lot of it if I want. And I will! If you don't come out right now! Unless you're a bear! Then please, have a lovely day. But seriously, I doubt you're a bear."

Then, out of the bushes tumbled a rather rugged-looking type of fellow. Twigs stuck out from his raven hair and snagged onto his dirtied cloak, making him look more like a some sort of forest nymph. With some sort of prideful huff, the man rose to his feet despite obvious discomfort. Lance lowered his bow only a tick, chin raised expectantly as he glared at him. It was a toss up as to who was more surprised, the twig-creature that had crawled out of the woods or the armed archer. Silence ensued, neither one of them daring to make a move.

“Take it easy.” the stranger beseeched at last, his voice hoarse and hands defensively raised. The cloak that had covered the stranger shimmered with some sort of strange enchantment, having once rendered him invisible.

Lance scoffed when he said ‘take it easy’, wrinkling his nose.

"With you in a cloak like that! I’d rather not. What are you, an assassin? A sorcerer?"

The fair-skinned stranger looked almost annoyed at the archer’s assumption, lip curled indignantly. "If I was either of those two things, do you really think I would have ran into a bush? With your loud squealing I would've already done away with you." He claimed defensively, eyes dangerously narrowed. To further argue his case, he raised his hands out from his cloak, gesturing to the unkempt condition of his boots. He looked pathetic. The dude even had a mullet.

(Check out the rest here!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12407790/chapters/28233450 )

[purple-tv]

so i should play inscryption huh

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

Met a cute [instert instrument]ist tonight

[kayespivey]

[adoreubraver]

reading this fic "Dragonscale" was the best decition i made