*Digs a ditch in the fandom’s ground, fills it with 100k worth of Pariston/Cheadle/Ging slime*: jump down.

Summary: Within the pages of an urgent report she receives from a team of civilian scientists stationed at the Dark Continent, Cheadle finds a cryptic message from Ging asking her to return, and to bring Pariston—now an ex-Hunter under house arrest—with her.

AKA three horny people ruin each other’s lives while trying to survive the most dangerous place on Earth, and each other.

I gift this fic to the underground Ging thirst fandom (I see you).

Give it a chance. Tell me you hate it.

you cant have a movie where women are out partying all night and drinking without having at least one scene where one of these bitches is reapplying her lipstick in a dirty, garishly lit bathroom. it’s cinema.

jyuanka:

it’s brunch time with grandpa, motherfuckers.

i hated this chapter so much during editing/rewriting and more so after posting it but i finally summed up enough courage last night to reread it and it just might be my favorite so far (???). i think having sat with it for so fucking long made it insufferable to me. i gave up for months because it felt irredeemable, but being patient and waiting were really the right choice and im just super fucking glad for that.