#[god this is such a wreck of a writing]

[stealingyourbones]

Out of all of the people The Ghost King Phantom expected to relate to, it definitely wasn’t the scrawny red headed photographer of the Daily Planet. Jimmy Olsen has gotten so many temporary superpowers over his time being Superman’s friend. Hell, he once gained a 4th dimensional being’s reality warping abilities when he was given said dimensional being’s powers during a fight. Sure there’s a dozen or so heroes with the same amount of powers he has, but none as suddenly granted to them as a all powerful god that can relate to a teenager.

[llondonfog]

OK so Baul and Lilias friendship lives in my mind rent free, so I think that a few days after silver gets sick for the first time and mama and papa zigvolt manage to teach lilia the proper way to care for a sick infant after he comes over to their house tembling with poorly restrained panic, Baul goes over with v little persuasion from his daughter to check up on them.

What he sees is a happy and healthy Silver just quietly smiling up at him from Lilias arms while Lilia is passed out in his rocking chair fevered and red from catching baby's first cold.

Baul immediately assigns himself caretaker duties, doesn't even bother trying to move Silver from Lilias arms and instead just picks them both up to deposit them both in Lilias bed for a proper nap before checking the fridge for tomato soup ingredients.

When he first heard from his daughter that Lilia— Lilia Vanrouge, the once General of the Right, feared commander of the fae armies and scourge of humankind— had adopted a human child and had been caring for it for several months now, Baul had roared with laughter so hard that he split a scale wide open on his cheek.

It was certainly a poor excuse for a joke, the very kind of rumor that the castle fae still bitter over Lilia's persistent existence four hundred years later might spread. The very idea that Lilia, Lilia Vanrouge, would debase himself to care for a human child not of his blood, to stoop so low as to toil over its screeching and wailing demands when he had bathed in the screams of its own kind with a mad vengeance after the tragedy of Lady Meleanor . . . not even four hundred years of honeyed peace was enough to sweeten that wound.

Time, it seemed, had forgotten what was so cruelly emblazoned in the very depths of Baul's mind, in Lilia's own memories, and the nightmares of all those surviving fae who stalked the forests during those blood-soaked nights. Those born in kinder years had never known the horror of human avarice, and even his own daughter had taken up residence with one of their kind despite her father's immense displeasure, simpering, soft-hearted fool that her husband was.

At least, to Baul's proud credit, their lineage rippled strong and true through his grandchildren— and with his daughter due any day under the weight of a third, he's only too certain for another healthy, bouncing, scaled Zigvolt.

So when she had simply stared back at him with crossed arms and an arched brow while he had laughed and laughed and laughed, a sinking kind of horror began to creep into his heart— surely . . . she wasn't serious?

Months— hardly the blink of an eye for faekind, but everything to humans. Months, Lilia had kept a child for several months, and not once had tried to rid himself of it? Not once tried to deposit it upon the stoop of a human village and wipe his hands clean of the responsibility of child-rearing? He had been taking advice from Baul's daughter and her wisp of a husband on how to pacify and coddle it? He had barged into their home, fretful beyond measure with a colicky babe clutched in his arms, and all but demanded them to cure the child?

("Or what?" Baul found himself asking, utterly bewildered and needing to find some kernel of normalcy in the fact that surely Lilia had menaced his daughter's husband some into obeying his whims.

"Or nothing, Father," she said, the taunting ghost of a knowing smile playing about her lips. "In all the years that I've known him, I've never seen him quite so distraught. He stayed by the crib all night, frozen— we had to tell him it was alright to breathe and to hold Silver's hand if he wanted, it was as if he was afraid to hurt him.")

Silver? Lilia, afraid? Holding the hand of some human child?

It simply couldn't be true.

It couldn't be, this had to be some elaborate, poorly executed prank.

He clung to that belief even as his daughter shoved a bundle of medicine, food, and knitted blankets into his arms with the stern instruction to deliver them to Lilia's home (Home! He had never heard the forest cottage to be described in such terms! The place was a hovel, a storage shed for Lilia to dump his treasures before venturing off to the next location, how could it be considered a home?).

He clung to it even as he emerged from the woods to the path that led up to the cottage's door, casting unnerved glances to the strange and new abundance of woodland creatures skulking about the thatched roof and scampering along the thick tree trunk supporting the cottage like a lean-to, soft little animals that would have darted away in fright from Lilia's presence before Baul's own.

He clung to it until he could no more, when he threw open the cottage door with an odd tightness in his chest to see his oldest friend collapsed on a worn and lumpy armchair with a honest-to-goodness human baby snuggled safely within his arms and sucking happily on a stray piece of ruby-stained hair. Beyond them, a soothing glow flickered in the fireplace where a kettle of milk quietly steamed, and the scattered presence of cloth toys littered the living room floor along with (Baul shuddered) well-thumbed pamphlets, their covers illustrated with the cheerful faces of frolicking human children.

What had this child done to Lilia Vanrouge?

[repressionmd]

hi.. wilson sickfic has been posted ... :) enjoy <3

[lil-vibes]

Hi! Sorry for notification spamming you but wanted to tell you that your TROD tags made me lol, I LOVE your art so much and I’m interested in your AU too. Anyway, love your blog!

P.S. maybe I missed it but you said somewhere that your Narinder was pretty messed up for a few years post revival. Could you give some more details on that? Did he try to hurt them? Who had to take care of him, the lamb? What’s been the downstream effects? Basically, how is this cat still messed up lol.

dont be! everytime i get a notification i go yuppiee!!! im glad you enjoy my art :DD

okay okay its prime yap time under the cut oof i love my fucked up cat sm

Lambert, mainly, took care of him! They made sure that every comfort he needed was provided and were worried out of their mind the entire time. Their disciples helped watch over Narinder when he was unconscious, just so he wouldn't bolt the moment he awoke, and Witness Allocer stitched some of his wound and prepared a special painkiller blend for him. (in my au the high priests, aka the mini bosses, and the witnesses were very close to the bishops! Allocer made the same painkillers for Shamura as well.)

Okay so obviously his wrists and ankles were pretty fucked up from being chained for a thousand years and he's got a lot of internal damage as well bc some of the chains went through him (og Stychu hc that I adopted bc it's so good). Also just general wounds from the final fight and the unfathomable pain of shrinking down from his godly form.

Upon being spared, he did attack them in a post battle adrenaline and hate fueled delirium, right on the indoctrination stone and not only broke his arm (bc he put too much weight on it), but probably gave himself a heavy concussions by slamming his head on said stone seconds after the break happened lmao. After waking up in,,, just a Haze of agony he tried to get up and run away bc he was scared that the lamb would just keep him existing in this special Purgatory and shattered his opposite calf so there's that as well. Unlucky tbh

He bleeds like,,, constantly. All of the time, for literal years on end. From his eyes mostly, but also nose and ears and he throws up ichor a lot in the beginning as well bc his body is adjusting rapidly to being smaller and there's just No Space for the ichor to go, other than out. He’s constantly exhausted and spends a lot of time sleeping, and is very frail physically, if snapping two bones by simply putting weight on them didn't make it obvious enough lol

All and all not a great shape to be in, but! His wounds aren't actually what caused him to be bedridden for so long. It was the fact that he no longer saw himself as a god while still being one and suffering injuries befitting of one!

His body/the Red Crown isn't healing him as much as it’s literally regenerating parts of itself while he suffers everything that comes with that, alongside being out of the Veil/Gateway for the first time in forever and emotionally dealing with the deaths of his acolytes and the supposed betrayal of the one he allowed himself to trust after his family. In fact, Narinder barely heals at all for a while bc he was just mentally stopping the process. And also unconscious for a lot of it.

The other big reason is that god hearts are a great power source, but his heart has been in Lambert's chest since Silk Cradle. So he is Struggling ™ but he’d actually rather die than take his heart back he’s a simp like that smh

After he inevitably breaks and he and Lambert finally talk, he gradually starts seeing himself as a person again and his healing process gets easier. He still has chronic pain for his joints but eventually everything else heals alright :3

On a side note, his siblings bleed excessively and are disoriented for the first couple of days but are ultimately fine within the week. They are kind of horrified to learn that their brother is STILL struggling with the side effects of his imprisonment

[bloodiedrogue]

during my lil break i wrote a bunch of the “ascended astarion finds you after you fake your death” fic and omfg it’s been so long since i wrote smutty angst with way too much prose and longing and heartache and just —ugh it feels like i’m home again

[sundrykitsch]

just because! just because!

[insomaniacat]

ROUND SIX ABSOLUTELY EMOTIONALLY WRECKED ME WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DID I JUST WATCH WHAT

[withclawandvine]

the interview was years ago, and this particular snippet had been edited out of the final cut. the agency had forked over a lot of money for it, too. but every once in a while, an illegally recorded cellphone video would resurface, doing numbers on twitter and tiktok. a grainy image of a younger dynamight, sitting at a disrespectful angle in one of those talk show chairs. even with the low quality, and the shaky cameraship, it was obvious he was scowling. then, the interviewer asked about you—the mysterious figure he was so rarely seen with, always shielded and angled away from prying eyes and camera flashes. and dynamight’s scowl became much more intentional. his silence nearly ominous. but he was still young and inexperienced with press, so it didn’t take much needling from the host to end up where they did: a leading question about protecting the relationship. wondering aloud if he was also trying to protect you. if he worried about you capturing the interest of a villain, who might see you as dynamight’s achilles heel. and finally, striking just the right nerve with the implication that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to protect you. dynamight wasn’t afraid of anything. katsuki, on the other hand…

but all the audience saw at that afternoon taping was a murderous glower, and a death-promise to any villain that might make such an attempt. brazen and protective, a little bit arrogant. not particularly heroic, at least not in the usual way. classic dynamight, really. his manager didn’t see it that way. she saw it “how villains are going to see it: as a challenge.” so she and her team have continued to do their best to scrub any traces of it off the internet for years. as soon as a repost goes viral, it’s removed and the poster’s account is often suspended.

the video is as forgotten as it will ever be when finally, after three years and an engagement ring, you are targeted.

[nuks]

Taking a wee break from commissions to ponder the oc orb… kinda wanting to make just. The most mean lady ever… let’s be real we all need more mean girls who are just morally bad LMAOO waiter waiter, more villainous women!!! inspired by bubblegum bitch by marina and cheerleader by ashnikko

[it-begins-with-rain]

Halloween Recommendation: Stephen King's Rose Red

** This one can be tricky to find. It was originally released as a 3 night mini-series in 2002, but then re-released as a motion picture. Apparently Hulu has it?

In 1906, oil barron John Rimbauer built a veritable palace overlooking Seattle. It was his young bride, Ellen, who would give the house it's name: Rose Red.

First blood was drawn before the foundation was even laid. A foreman, murdered over a simple argument. Bizarre deaths and mysterious disappearances plagued Rose Red, swallowing up the Rimbauer family, their servants, friends, and anyone who dared enter.

Eventually, the grand estate fell into disrepair. Paranormal investigators descended upon the property, but none were ever able to solve the mystery, nor stop the deaths.

Now, more than 90 years after the first deaths at Rose Red, Steven Rimbauer, the last living descendant of John and Ellen Rimbauer, has been offered massive sums of money to sell Rose Red. It will be totally leveled, the land used for condos.

Before the house is destroyed, Steven agrees to let Dr. Joyce Reardon and a cobbled-together team of psychics, mediums, and other paranormal investigators do one final sweep of the house.

What evil lurks within Rose Red?

What horrors did John and Ellen Rimbauer summon in their palatial estate- or were they victims themselves?

Why does Rose Red kill the men, but swallow the souls of the women and force them to haunt it's halls?

How many of Dr. Joyce Reardon's team can escape with their lives?

*** Stephen King wrote the screenplay for this story, but there is no novel. Instead, as part of the publicity and hype leading up to the miniseries premiere, "The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer" was published, serving as a prequel. You can buy the novel on Kindle.

[pocket-watcher]

Okay, y’all asked for it. Here is a very BAD Hypno scene I wrote some point between ages 13-15. I lightly edited this so that it’s not AS confusing but it’s still pretty confusing ngl 😘

(Brief context, this is from a story about a magical school built on top of a mine where crystals within it give you magical powers and no idk what the fuck I was on about either)

Al moved between Jake and I.

“Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.” I hated that nickname. “You are so oblivious, aren’t you? The reason Jake doesn’t like me is obviously because you prefer me over him.” Al chuckled, putting his arm around me.

I froze for a second to register that ridiculous statement.

“What?!”

“Hey!” Jake said defensively. He shoved Al’s shoulder lightly, but before he could Al grabbed his hand.

“I don’t think you quite know what you’re messing with.” He smirked, turning back to me before throwing Jake’s arm back to his side.

I pushed Al off me.

“Nick- come on. You don’t honestly think he’s worth it now do you he said, putting his hands on my shoulders, peeking around from behind me. “We all know you’re the most powerful here. And with that crystal and that brain of yours do you really need petty friends dragging you down.”

He emphasised the word friends and I saw Jake’s teeth clench.

“Why not trade these guys for a handsome prince who is actually brave enough to make a move?”

I turned my head to him.

“That’s enough, Al.” Jake said, pulling me out of the way.

“No, I think she’d prefer to be with someone a little better, don’t you think?” Also pushed, sizing up to him.

“Stop! Who the hell gets to decide what I want. What if I want neither of you! Sometimes you can be both as bad as each other.”

“Wow, Jay, looks like you like them feisty. But I’m pretty sure she’d give you up in a heartbeat.”

“You do not get to decide what I choose! I am my own person!”

“Oh!” He smirked down at me. “I think I can change that…”

Suddenly his hand rose and tilted my chin up to meet his eyes. They flashed gold and…

I feel… a bit….. woozy…

I felt my body drop to the floor. I heard yelling and someone checking my pulse.

“What did you do to her?!” An echoing voice whispered. Or maybe it was yelling? Everything’s so distant… so detached from me…

“Ever heard of the tale of the Princess Amelia? One day Camelious’ army attacked her home, kidnapping her and eventually killing her. So sad…”

I fought against sleep. My emotions jumbled.

“But what if they didn’t kill her?” Al questioned, an excitable tone in his voice. “What if they used a very special type of crystal… a golden on, to entice her into aiding in one final escape from the palace?”

My eyes are so heavy… footsteps flood my ears. Light slowly moving away from me.

“What if he found a very special girl with a very special gift? And used her to mend his own crystal? Well, let’s find out shall we…”

Al made his way over to me and stood me up. I slowly opened my eyes.

It was him. My beloved. My Al. He blessed me with his embrace before looking back to an ally of ours. An ex ally.

“Nicole?” Jake questioned. I looked at him and chuckled.

“Darling, we best be on our way. Just one more thing…”

“Anything.” I said and I meant it. I would do anything for him.

He looked at Jake, who was eyeing us suspiciously. Al brought me closer and pecked me on my lips lightly and slowly, before turning to Jake and winking.

“I’ll kill you.” Jake said, pushing closer. “What the hell did you do to her?!”

“I just persuaded her. It was easy really. I mean, she is the only one without the Gods’ protection. Gods cannot interfere with those of equal power or position. Interesting. I thought it was a ridiculous idea although now I’m quite fond of it.”

I looked at Jake, noticing him reaching for his crystal. I shifted my hand and made the crystal crash out of his pocket, sliding across the floor.

“Oh don’t try anything. I mean, this is a God you’re dealing with.” Al spoke harshly. “Darling I must go. You will kill the boy and then be released from your trance. Don’t worry, I’ll come collect you when you are of use.” He said with a wink.

And with that he left the room.

“Nicky, please! It’s me!” Jake cried. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t have to.” I forced out. N-no! I must follow orders. What am I doing?

Jake backed away, fear in his eyes.

No! I can’t do this.

“Nicole? Come back to me.”

I raised my dagger. I mouthed that I was sorry.

He grabbed his crystal and smashed it against my head, magic electrifying through my body.

I collapsed to the ground once more in excruciating pain. The gold left my eyes.

“Jake..?” Was all I could manage before I drifted into unconsciousness.

[connecting-the-stars]

Okay. So progress, like a dedicated doc for it 11k worth of planning. About 1k is concepts for two continuations, but I’ve got a definite outline and sense for the characters I believe.

Chapter 1 of See You There, in the Storm will be in production soon! (Teen Wolf x Percy Jackson AU)

[lyrate-lifeform-approximation]

A Dash of Angst ...

- "it'd be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to."

It was hard to not care for someone. Especially as an AI whos whole purpose was to be an aid.

An aid for someone who—quite frequently—could be a total jerk to everyone, except for her.

Miguel O’Hara.

It’s not like she wanted to care about him so deeply. She shouldn’t be able to, in theory. But somehow he gave her emotions, an angsty virus gone wrong, and suddenly everything around her seemed to light up.

Now, instead of mimicry, she could actually feel and interact with emotions. This would be lovely, if not for the weakness that came with it.

So, she had now taken it upon herself to fake emotions. Or rather—fake the lack of emotion.

And it had been going well—for the most part—until a freak accident gone wrong had her scrambling, mind frantic and frayed, as Miguel lay in front of her, wheezing with his hand pressed to his side.

This wasn’t how the mission was supposed to go. It was supposed to be an easy in and out, and yet the universe just had it out for every Spider-Man to never have it easy.

And Miguel was no exception.

Backup had been called minutes ago, but there was no blinding portal appearing in front of the two to save the day. She was sure that she had popped a fuse or two back at HQ with how stressed she felt right now.

A pained groan from Miguel brought her back to the land of the living and she materialized next to his head, her anxiety painted across her face.

“Do you know how bad it is?” Christ, she’s never been so stupidly worried before.

Miguel opened his mouth to respond, but instead closed it just as fast, his canines clacking together in a grating manner. His face pulled taut and his fingers clenched tighter over the gaping wound in his side.

“LYLA-“ Miguel breathed out, his voice coming out raw and raspy. She didn’t look at his face—couldn’t—instead looking down at his wound, his blood leaking out and mixing with the dirt.

A reminder of his mortality, she mused.

“LYLA.” Miguel repeated. And this time, LYLA looked up, fully taking in the look on Miguel’s face.

He looked to be in so much pain, and yet, an almost amused expression was faintly to be seen. LYLA scowled at that, vowing to scold him later for daring to smile while he was clearly in mortal danger. (she didn’t end up scolding him + had yet to learn that smiling or laughing in danger helped diffuse tensions)

“Why are you smiling?” LYLA frowned, her fingers flying over her multitude of chats to spam for backup, yet her eyes never straying from Miguel’s face all the while.

“Because you look worried,” Miguel hissed as he accidentally dug a finger into the wound, blood trailing along his fingertips.

LYLA puffed her cheeks out, putting away her chats and materializing next to the wound so she could check on how bad the bleeding was.

“It’s because I am worried.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow, moving the hand to let her see the damage easier. “It’s almost as if you cared.”

Was that teasing in his voice? LYLA glowered up at Miguel, “Well, it’d be a lot easier if I actually cared as little as I pretend to.”

Miguel opened his mouth to retort, but by how luck would have it, the portal opened behind them, Jessica and Peter coming out together with a small gaggle of Junior-Spiders following.

“Sorry we are late!” Spider-Terra exclaimed, peeping out from behind Spider-Punk. “There was an issue with the watches.”

LYLA nearly sighed before realizing there was no need for her to show her exasperation to a teen, and instead turned to the two adults.

“I’m not sure of the damage, but he’s still bleeding out from a massive hole in his side, there’s probably a broken rib, and I’m thinking some major bruising to his lungs.”

Peter quickly took over Miguel for her, promising LYLA that he’d stay with Miguel in the infirmary so she could dissapear to go handle any issues in the society that had piled up while the two were on the mission. (Jessica took the juniors to go handle the anomaly)

The day after, when LYLA went to visit Miguel, he didn’t bring up her words, instead asking about any paperwork that needed to be done.

LYLA wasn’t sure if she was relieved or not about that, but decided to let it be in the past and change her future to allow it to be a little more caring.

[shitpost-it-tristan]

I can't believe OK, LOOK

I was messing around while writing..extremely long contractions, and holy shit. The process of it, yall need the entire process.

It started as

y'all'dn't've

Then

y'all'dn't've'ed

And the FINAL FORM WAS—

y'all'd'nt've'd'd'I'd'nt've'd'y'all't've'd✨️

WhaHT,,, thE FUuHYUuGH'cK, IsS WROoNnGWItHmMM—

Tamora after hearing ✨️that shit✨️:

*starts the sentence inNA sOft toNe💀*

Felix, 😊

(Man the emojis,,, She's going through the stages of GRIEF—)

No cause she's like,, "where's your hammer. You—

what😐 t h E 🤨

Ffff—

😮‍💨🤚

What. 🥲

The F U C K😫

A R E Y O U s S A Y I N G👹

yo O U K N O W W H A T,,,,

*laARGEINHALE* ✨️I ✨️

c A N F I X 🔨— "

(Oh boy I'm cringing😬)

[saiyanandproud]

“Hey, Mari—“ Gamma 2 fumbled to correct himself before he let that diminutive slip out; he was already anticipating a cold reception, better not push his luck any further. “—ko.”

“Your new pal, that ‘Atlas’ guy… “ This conversation was already proving even harder than he’d been imagining. All he could think of doing was just blurting it out, but that probably wasn’t going to work. He stood there, hands on his hips, trying and failing to look calm.

That lasted for about a second before he was throwing his hands everywhere, emphatically gesturing.

“He’s OBVIOUSLY a supervillain! He’s got it written all over him- the way he looks, the way he talks, and I’m pretty sure Gamma 1 told me about an old robot just like him that used to go around blowing up power plants like— how long ago did he say he was made?? He could be the same exact guy!!”

He was right expecting a cold welcome; Mari-ko's eyebrows furrowed as soon as Jiro -- no, Gamma 2 approached her. She folded her arms and stared at him, a cold, mute invitation to speak, and maybe she'd listen.

And listening she did and -- oh boy -- before she could even understand what he was speaking about, Gamma 2 began flailing, yelling, gesticulating incoherently while talking about... Nonsense. At least, that was what it sounded like to Mariko's ears. Utter, complete, idiotic nonsense.

She inhaled sharply, arms tightening against her chest as she waiting for Gamma 2 to be done speaking. When he was, her tone was stern and cold. Eerily similar to Hit's tone when he was tired of her tantrums.

"You know, of all the things you might have hidden from me, I never thought shallowness would be one of those. Clearly, I was wrong."

She unfolded her arms and they fell stiff by her side. She lifted her chin, frown deepening.

"I can't believe you're saying all of these horrible things about Atlas just because of what he looks like. I thought you were better than this. But maybe, I was expecting too much from you once again."

There, a sour smile curved her lips ever so slightly. A quick snort, a mock of a laugh, escaped her nose.

"Or maybe-- You know what? I think you're jealous," she said. "What, you were hoping to be my favourite android around? You're missing me gushing about you, being all head-over-heels about whatever you claimed to be and do? You're missing the attention?" And there, her smile stiffened in a bitter grimace.

"Well, let me tell you something: I'm tired of people realising the miss me once it's too late," she said. "You, Takuma, my parents-- Everyone does this to me, all the time! And this is exactly why I like hanging out with Atlas: he knows very well how it feels, being given for granted."

"In fact, I'll tell you more-- he also knows how it feels being constantly told what to do, and how irritating, unfair, enraging it gets!" She went on, voice raising as she clasped her hands in tight fists. "Because that's what I am to you all, am I right? Someone -- no, something that people expect to stay put, to never do anything, to always act according to their expectations and never take any initiative on her own, because god-- what a nuisance would I be if I ever wished to do something with my damn life while I'm stuck here with you all!"

"Atlas is the only one who hasn't treated me like an issue, a ticking bomb, or an idiot who can't take care of herself. And I don't care if your damn hero complex needs to convince me of his bad intentions just so you can feel useful around me once again, so I can make you feel amazing and heroic once more. This is just your problem! Not mine!" She concluded, her breath short. "... Not anymore at least."

And with that, she diverted her eyes from Gamma 2 and walked away, fists still clenched and a thick knot in her throat. She thought she'd feel better after venting out all of that on him. Oddly, whatever had weighted on her chest so far, it only felt as if it had just double in its size.

[peppermintdaze]

HI GUYS AND GAYS AND EVERYONE IN BETWEEN

do you gaf about a random person’s self insert lore BECAUSE IF YOU DO WOW DO I HAVE THE THING FOR YOU (please read it i promise its interesting HAHDHRHAHAH)

i dont normally post character lore out but im feeling silly this time and im in that kind of lore writing mood :3