#zoop!

[fwipination]

Opinions of the GIANT DOWNY CRAKE? Many seikret babies could fit under them

Twas the 'zoop' heard round the world...

(Thanks for the ask! <3)

[solardrink]

Good morning solar, you got sugar sprinkled

Deeelicious

[cosmicuncanny]

@gentlegiantingvar​

I’m going to need a horse, Jason had said, quite firmly.  If that thing starts chasing me and all I’ve got’s my own two feet, I’m dead.  The village council had only been slightly moved; a fair argument, but they’ve already agreed to reward him handsomely, a horse is impossible.  You asked me to do you all a favor, and a suicide mission is not a favor, Jason had said, bristling.  You all have built your lives here.  I’m just a visitor, I have no roots here and I won’t die for this place.  If that’s your expectation, send somebody who actually has a stake.  They told him to stop being ridiculous.  He told them he was leaving.  They’d given him a horse, with strict instructions about returning it and a hefty cut to his reward.

Scamming people outright isn’t usually Jason’s style, but for this particular nest of vipers he felt moved to make an exception.  Oh, he’ll send the horse back; people can get so hung up about horse thieves, he doesn’t need that kind of drama in his life.  But it can take him far away from his lovely neighbors in the meantime.  He’s already planned it out -- he’ll send a note with whoever he hires to return the animal, and the note will only say “keep the reward.”

They really should have seen it coming.  It was right there in his argument, that he has no stake in this place.  Make contact with an eldritch child-eating being, on the off chance it will grow some food for a species that hates it?  How is that a viable strategy!  It’s hard not to wonder if the villagers’ main goal wasn’t maybe to scratch Jason’s name off the list of mouths to feed.  Well!  No use worrying now.  If that really was the case, it seems both parties understand each other perfectly.

A third party in this game, which Jason has failed to consider, is the horse itself.  The villagers weren’t prepared to send him off with a creature of great value, a creature certain to give its rider an easy time of things.  Paired with Jason’s inexperience with riding, it’s not necessarily a recipe for a good time.

Looking back, it’s hard to say what exactly spooked the horse.  A dangling vine that looked like a snake?  The sudden motion of a bird taking off?  A horror of its own horsey construction?  Whatever it was, Jason had been making great time towards a new life and better company, until suddenly he wasn’t, until suddenly the sky was in the wrong place and his foot was caught in a stirrup and an enormous animal with hooves was trotting and dancing to shake him loose.

The horse continues on its way when Jason’s foot comes free.  Jason just lies there on the path, breathing, rallying, managing pain.  He has no illusions about being in a position to get up and walk away.  There’s no way he can make it back to the village, or to any other place he knows about.  The villagers won’t expect him back for days.  Where does that leave him?  He doesn’t know.  He doesn’t know at all.  For the space of right now, he can’t convince himself to do anything other than simply keep lying here.  Maybe he hit his head worse than he thought.  He doesn’t stay conscious for long.

[imtwentyfuckingfour]

Hello friends, bots(?), enemies(??), and the mildly curious!   Within the past week, I’ve moved to another state, moved into a new apartment with new roommates, and started a new job.  Basically I need some time to fuck off and figure out this new scene.  I’m totally available to talk rp on the chat to figure out current or future plots, or you can find me on my personal blog & chat about whatever, or we can definitely play cards against humanity or whatnot, I’m just not in the zone right now for actual writing.  Thanks for being great writing partners, and I’m looking forward to when things have settled down enough to concentrate on this kinda thing!

[cheesemoon222]

*is 21 celcuis (??)*

Hmm...today i will wear my binder and a sweater, and not hydrate for the day.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Kim dokja, han sooyoung and yoo joonghyuk

Send me characters and I'll tell you which of them I'd Fake Date/Enemies to Lovers/Slow Burn

Fake Date:

Kim Dokja

Like... everythings for a scam with this man you know? And it'd be for the constalations you know? I did drama from the age of 6 to 15 I can do a good screaming crying performance when he does his weekly Kill yourself routine for those sweet sweet coins.

Enemies to Lovers:

Yoo Joonghyuk

Are you supposed to romance this man any other way than this????

Slow Burn:

Han Sooyoung

She's like a cat you know?

Except it's like going in to a royally pissed off cat and having to spray bottle them, but it's with han sooyoung. She's a writer, I'm a writer we both have a deep fascination with what the fuck is wrong with Kim Dokja so i think that'd be a good starting point for a healthy long-term relationship

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

"i'm not drunk enough for this"

aizawa and hawks

Send me characters and a prompt and I'll write something!

Shouta felt the back of his legs knock against the cheap plastic handles of his kitchen cabinets as he hoisted himself to sit on the counter above them, making room for the avian to walk into his kitchen.

"'Scuse me," the boy (and Hawks was a kid really, old enough to be someone Shouta had taught and seen graduate) muttered, tattered wings curling around him and nearly knocking the light fixture as he past under it, "Shit."

He stayed silent as the boy settled into one of the stools, wings finally lowering and letting Shouta see the interior damage. Whilst he wasn't the most well informed on wings and avian's -quirk or otherwise- he could tell that from the limpness and blood that the important feathers had been damaged or yanked out.

Hopefully the important ones hadn't been 'clipped' in this incident.

"So, Hawks, are you going to tell me why I'm the seeming emergency contact after we've spoken twice?"

"Because the guy that wrecked my shit also had an erasure quirk. That works on mutations."

Sighing, Shouta scrubbed his hand over his face, casting a longing glance at the clock on the wall - half three in the morning- before casting a much more longing look at his fridge, "I'm not drunk enough for this."

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Rickroll 3c with katsuki

ask me to draw chart