Fics Written in the Stars

Red had been unprepared for the sneak attack.

He had been more focused on Qi Xiaotian's mouth. He tasted sweet, like peaches, and it was a nice change from noodles. His lips were deliciously cool, and Red soaked up the feeling as he leaned in.

And then the hands pressed against his skin.

He yelped at the sudden contact, pulling away. "Your hands are freezing!"

"It's raining," Xiaotian pointed out. "Of course they are." He pressed his hands more against Red's heated skin, feeling like ice against his always warm body. "You don't like it."

Red eyed him.

Was he stupid? That was a dumb question- he was the smartest idiot he ever met, save for Long Xiaojiao.

"You know I don't." He pulled one of those hands out from under his shirt, and pressed it against his face. "Continue."

Xiaotian laughed before he moved to seal their lips back together.

Did a one of these a lil bit ago for the discord server circle:D

Almond (@strange-lace), Silk (@ stagemanager on Ao3), Marsh (@smallpwbbles), Zan (@winterpower98), Goose (@skellebonez), Xiaoqing (@twinklecupcake), Qiu Shi (@lunar-wandering)

I've only been able to watch it on streaming, I watched it on an airplane some years back and listen I like Disney movies, I like baking shows, and I like seeing young chefs/artists excelling

Anyway I was just thinking about it, and namely the episode where the judges said to make their cake themed after "a modern Disney princess." Two of the pairs made a more generalized cake (this is not an insult!) and the third pair sheepishly admitted "We thought you meant 'make up a new princess,' so we made a Jamaican princess and her story is inspired by the stories our Jamaican grandma used to tell us...."

The original owner of the observatory, he came as a biologist to understand the strange silver plants that grew in the area, and ended up dedicating his life to Silent Salt. The god could extend his life, but not forever.

White Lily came, following Elder Faerie's notes, and her first experience was him crumbling to dust, his life finally giving out after decades.

He still haunts the place though.

I imagine, bc I pictured White Lily fully summoned Silent Salt, that Elder Faerie simply learned about Silent Salt through local legends and abandoned research.

But, in his life, Elder Faerie did swear that he could speak with the spirits of the gods (really, though, he could only speak to Salt).

Back then, Silent Salt was a mere apparition, a voice, a shadow. But Elder Faerie still loved and devoted his life to him (oh, how Salt wished he could touch him).

Salt, not at his full power due to the sealing, could only extend Elder Faerie's lifespan long enough for someone else to take over his research.

It takes many months following his death, but Elder Faerie is able to return as a ghost.

White Lily is fascinated by this discovery. Real ghosts! Gods of Silence and War that can love! War horses who were like big house cats!

(Godddd I wanna draw out this AU so bad)

White Lily is grateful the island is abandoned. She can't imagine how quickly she'd be put in an asylum for saying:

Rich Cheese has been known to bring home random things from time to time. Whether that be trinkets, friends, or even random animals that might have gotten hurt from the storms. Burning Spice did not expect to see Rich Cheese leading what looked to be a tiger based centaur into their kitchen. One who looked exactly like his most faithful devotee who he could have sworn died years ago.

Ooooooo

Maybe, like in canon, the gods powers gifted strength to their most devoted followers!!

I could see Burning Spice, on the couch, getting belly rubs from Golden Cheese, purring like some sorta house cat, when Rich Cheese comes home with a little "kitten" that looks like his general from back before.

Eldritch Nox would be the easiest thing in the world to take care of.

White Lily doesn't need to feed him (he eats...whatever).

And he is incredibly sturdy (she woke up one morning and found him on one of the observatory's turret's roofs).

When Silent Salt does return, he is...surprised to find Nox. "My steed."

Nox stands from where he was dozing on the rug by the fire and trots over to him.

Silent Salt's flame flickers, "You domesticated my warhorse?"

"Is he yours?" White Lily asks.

Silent Salt nods, "Nox consumed the souls of sinners on the battlefield, his war cry is theirs. He can trample a single village with one hoof. He —,"

The clock chimes and White Lily perks up, "Oh, it's time for his snack."

Silent Salt watches in shock as Nox trots back over and takes the three sugar cubes from White Lily's hand, as gentle as can be, and lays back down with his head on her lap.

Heyo! As you probably heard, I have a Ko-Fi now!

Angel was quirkless.

By now, it was a fact of life. The sky was blue, fish swam, and they were quirkless. Honestly, in their opinion, they were lucky. They didn't need to worry about something weird to manage. One of their classmates sneezed fire, and he had a lot of allergies that showed themselves through sneezing.

Angel was guilty.

Doey was weeping, holding the remains of one of the little toys that, just a few minutes ago, had been alive. The cozy string lights and bright murals of Safe Haven had been torn apart, returning what had been safety to the horrors.

"…I…" What could they say? I'm sorry? They were sorry, but the words were meaningless. All Doey had worked for was gone, all the lives destroyed in a second. "…I…" They looked around. Maybe there were survivors? Somewhere? There had to be. "I'm going to go look-"

Pain shot through them the moment they took a step. They felt a grunt escape them, but they pushed it back. It wasn't the worst pain they had experienced since arriving at the factory. They took another step. The pain grew worse.

They had to ignore it. They had to. There had to be survivors, people who needed help. Angel needed to do something-

They collapsed.

The pain wasn't as bad, but for some reason, they couldn't move. Instead, they found themself curling up, hissing at the pain.

Doey turned and his angry expression faded. "Wait, Angel-"

"Something-" They gagged as the pain grew worse. "Something's wrong-" Their vision blurred, barely able to see Doey rushed over.

"Angel? Angel, talk to me-"

His words fuzzed into static in their ears. All their attention was locked on their back, on the burning sensation across their back. It felt like something was pressing up, out of their very muscle and bone, and trying to break-

Something ripped, their skin ripped, and it felt like relief.

They were too out of it to notice, but Doey did.

Wings, gleaming with their own light, had ripped free. As they spread wide, much like a butterfly after emerging from the cocoon, the light was cast broadly across the room. Wherever it touched, there were slight jerks and twitches.

a bird and its babies <3

"Did you know that the hole in the apple didn't come from the outside in?"

"It was eaten from the core and out to the skin, and that's why you'll never find the worm in it"

"But a few bad ones won't spoil the eyes if they fall far enough from the tree"

"The rind is all you see, leave Eden with my seeds in your stomach"

Cobwebs lingered on his fur now.

Every time he plucked some out, a bunch more replaced them. He tried his best, he did, but they clung, like weeds clinging to a bush's roots and choking them out. Nowadays, it felt like even his shadow clones had cobwebs clinging to them.

It was a silent claim, one without teeth.

She had him wrapped in her.

Macaque had escaped one lady only to fall into the queen's hands.

The baby doughs just want to be held by Baba! Or whatever we call Recluse, and Nilla smells like him so of course the babies want to be cuddled by their vanilla scented mama.