#✧ “ commission accepted ” ⇁ starter ✧

[teyvatians]

unplotted starter for @guardiancypress-txt !

Freminet fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he walked down the street. He really didn't understand why Father had to have him be the one to greet the commissioner - he was no good with people, after all. As far as he was concerned, the commissioner was probably just on vacation, and coming to his place would just disturb him... But nonetheless, Freminet knew he had to follow orders and tell the man what he was told.

He knocked on the door to the place he was told. He could tell his palms were sweaty; he felt like he was going to drop the envelope that he clutched tightly in his hands. After a moment with no answer, he knocked again, as hard as he could.

"Mr.Kamisato, are you there? Father told me I was to let you know the House of the Hearth is on your side, should you need us to be..."

[inprogresspokemon]

These Fire-type Pokemon were commissioned and designed by @kyuremfan24. They are the Fire Starters of the Nenal Region.

Leeat (Fire) Cub Pokémon #004 - Born in a pride of its evolutionary line where only the strong can stay, the weak are kicked out. Instead of accepting defeat, the weak Leeat don’t give up, making them a symbol of determination within Nenal; those strong enough to stay become symbols of strength.

Wapion (Fire) Photosynthesis Pokémon #005 - A very prideful Pokémon, Wapion use their manes to absorb sunlight to boost the power of their inner flame, a fire that increases their strength whether they are among their pride or all alone. Though difficult to tame, Wapion who have been trained are extremely loyal, protecting their companions at all cost.

Sereeuw (Fire/Grass) Sergeant Pokémon #006 - Mighty warriors and leaders of their prides, Sereeuw will roar orders to other Pokémon like a commanding sergeant. For stubborn subordinates they will either use a blazing rage to impose fear or a soothing smell to calm them down, obtaining obedience from even the most obstinate underling.

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[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫 - 𝐛. 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞﹒

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Bellamy Blake - Polis

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ They met in the shop's area of Polis, you trading Bellamy a small wooden sculpture, which he kept. Thinking of you every day, every day for 2,026 days. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: sfw, angst, spoilers, emotional cheating, grounder reader

Waking up you were met with the familiar sounds of busy streets, sounds of horses, and bells as people tried to attract traders towards their shops; most would call these sounds annoying or obnoxious but you called them home.

Sitting up you stretched and let out a small yawn, washing away the exhaustion. Throwing your wolf fur bedsheets off the cold air nipped at your exposed skin, sending a chill down your spine. You shivered as your bare feet met the cold wood below you.

Walking to your dresser you pulled out one of your usual outfits. A pair of leather jeans with laces running along the sides, a long-sleeved shirt, and a ripped-up gray T-shirt to go over that due to the chilly weather this morning.

Placing on your black leather boots you made your way downstairs, to your small wood shop. You made all kinds of wooden things. Wooden bowls, plates, sculptures, commissions, and even toys for children.

Your shop had become well-loved by the people of Polis.

Gathering the small tools you needed to carve the wood you sat down and placed a bucket between your feet for the excess wood that fell. It was a good fire starter that you often gave out to the people of Polis.

Picking up a tool you began the familiar practice, going for a little bunny. They had been your favorite animal.

You were finishing up the bunny when you heard the sudden commotion and bustling streets come to a halt, placing down the bunny on your shop's front desk you looked up and found people lined up at their respective shops, letting three people pass peacefully.

One was a blonde-haired girl, another was an older man with speckled hair and a beard, and the last was a fairly attractive black-haired guy with freckles. The blonde and noir were holding hands before he locked eyes with your shop, pointing before walking over. Your nerves were all over the place, what could they have wanted?

He had approached your shop, entranced with the tiny sculptures, landing at the one in front of you.

He had spoken but you couldn't understand that well, the only word you could understand was 'you'.

Suddenly standing up and taking the bunny in your hand you made a motion for him to take it.

"Beja, disha gon yu." Please, this is for you. /

You spoke with a smile and saw him shake his head in a 'no' motion, bringing his hands up and waving them with a smile.

You insisted, "Beja," And after a few seconds, he gave in, taking the small bunny with a goofy grin, admiring the talent in his hands.

Before he could give anything in return Clarke rushed to two into the tower, speaking words you could barely understand.

All you could do was stand there in awe of the situation that just passed.

The streets covered back in crowds of people and the bustling streets once again started.

The day came and went with every few customers as everyone was hiding, not wanting to cross paths with the Skaikru people.

You, on the other hand, stayed open for as long as you could. Wishing the boy from before would visit. You couldn't understand what made the boy so intriguing, maybe it was the way he didn't wanna accept the gift without anything to give, or maybe it was the way his black locks complimented his dirty freckles, or the way he admired your art so intently, or how his voice sounded speaking his mother-tongue.

It was your first run-in with the Skaikru people, so you had no clue who they were or the importance they held within the clans.

You had originally been from Floukru, the boat people, who believed in peace, and you still did. But you wanted to reach other people with your talents, wanted to see the world past the fish-filled sea. So after multiple promises to Luna, she gave you your wish, and if at any time you wanted to shed always accept you back.

The darker it got the more lights were lit and the less people who crowded the streets, and with every minute was a minute more where your exhaustion caught up to you.

Lana, from Azgeda, approached your shop. Lana was a good friend of yours, one of the first friends you made since you came to Polis. She traded you some meat and in return would take two sculptures she found mesmerizing that day.

"Heya, Lana," You greeted with a smile as she placed the small bag full of salted meat on the table. "Ha yu?" How are you?/

She swiftly returned my smile, examining the sculptures laid on the table.

"otaim gud, mochof," Always good, thank you?/

Lana was a woman of few words, but she was a kind person.

In her hands was a gorilla, and a fox.

"Pauna!" She said excitedly, she loved Pauna the gorilla.

The conversation was cut short when the people from Skaikru approached your shop, you gave Lana and nod and she returned it, eyeing the three before walking off.

Looking towards them you noticed the blonde once again hand in hand with the raven-haired boy.

"Komba raun?" came back?/ You greeted, only for the black-haired one to rip a patch off the arm of his black jacket, now handing it to you.

You took it from him, examining the patch with a smile.

It was a black patch, stars above a rocket.

"Ai Bellamy kom Skaikru, yu?" I'm Bellamy from Skaikru, you? /

You were surprised at his Trigdasleng, though it was a simple greeting it showed he tried.

You giggled before replying, "Ai y/n kom Floukru,"

"Clarke, Kane," Bellamy pointed to the people standing behind him, Kane moving up holding out his hand.

"Hei, y/n," Kane greeted, a smile evident. Though you weren't sure why he had his hand out you took it and he shook it. A confused look on your face made Bellamy smile.

Clarke had seemed to have enough from the greeting.

"Let's go," Clarke rushed, the two men nodding their heads. Before leaving Bellamy turned to take on last look at you, but you watched the entire time he left, repeating his name in your head over and over.

The next two days had been painful, metaphorically and physically. You had been distracted every waking minute, mind always going back to Bellamy. Being so distracted you even cut your thumb on accident. But it had created a cool black pattern on the sculpture so you didn't mind all too much.

When Lana would come around you'd beg her to teach you some English words, you could form semi-comprehensible sentences now.

You tried to forget about Bellamy, telling yourself you never see him again and that he wouldn't be thinking of you.

You were more than wrong.

Bellamy had been thinking of you since the moment he got back in the rover that day, he knew it was wrong, he knew he should be happy with Clarke, but he couldn't help his mind going back to you. He even got Lincoln to teach him more Trigdasleng, though it took a lot of persuasion and questions he couldn't answer for fear Lincoln would tell Clarke.

Every moment he got he would look at the bunny, hold it in his pocket for comfort, stare at it lovingly before bed, relishing in the warm feeling it brought him. You brought him. Every day he'd wondered when the next trip to Polis was.

Clarke knew something was up with Bellamy but she couldn't quite catch what was up, well, until he asked when their next trip to Polis was. Bellamy had always dreaded trips to Polis, hating the way the Grounders would stare. But Clarke found herself not caring, for reasons beyond her comprehension. She found herself looking forward to Polis as well, looking forward to Lexa.

So when the familiarly busy street died down, the happiness inside you shot to the roof.

Placing down the dark-wooded bunny you looked excitedly for the black-haired boy, nerves growing even more when he approached your stand.

"Hei-"

"Hello-"

You both spoke at the same time in your opposite language, a shocked look on your faces soon being replaced by fits of giggles.

"We'll be in the castle, Bellamy," Clarke said, giving a warm smile to you both.

Bellamy only nodded, quickly returning his attention to you.

"I thought you didn't know English?" Bellamy asked with a smile.

"I didn't, not well," You said after processing his sentence "Lana, the girl with meat taught me,"

"Well, it's very impressive,"

"impressive...?"

He thought for a moment, "gud,"

You smiled, something he loved seeing now.

"New sculptures?" He asked, lifting one up for you to correlate the word.

Your face beamed, always excited to talk about your work, "Sha! Thought of you! Dark wood, dark hair, nami?" Yes, know what I mean/

Bellamys face flushed at your words, bringing out the other bunny from his pocket, "Yeah, I take it everywhere with me," He handed it to you.

You examined how dirty it had gotten, "Looks like me now," You said, a giggle following after. You handed the bunny back and he did the same, a silence fell between both of you, not an awkward one, a silence where you both took in each other, neither of you wanting this moment to end.

"Come, glong raun," join /

You motioned for him to jump over the stand. "I'll teach you,"

Bellamy didn't hesitate to jump over, landing inches near you.

Taking in his scent you flushed, he smelled good, manly-like.

Bellamy thought you smelled amazing, and you did, every morning you'd rub vanilla oil into your neck and arm areas, and it worked wonders.

Getting up you pulled a small stool next to you, motioning him to sit, which he happily did. Once you sat and faced him you handed a tool and a small chunk of wood you had taken the bark off of already.

The smaller stool made him face-to-face with you, now letting him fully take in your face.

"Just ease into it," You spoke softly, showing him how to do it, though he was too busy looking at how focused you were, how you bit your lip when you concentrated.

You looked back up at him, expectantly.

Snapping out of his thoughts he tried his best to mimic your movements, though his turned out rigid and rough, making you laugh.

"You are in control," You said, going back to carving, as did he.

Twenty minutes had passed and you were finished, you had made a fish.

Looking over to his he made a... cat? dog? It looked like something you'd see in your nightmares, but it was his so you loved it all the same.

You patiently waited till he was done, which only took three more minutes till he gave up.

"I just don't have gentle hands like you," He said, a compliment hidden in plain sight. You laughed again, he loved it when you did, he loved that you found him funny.

"I love the cat," You said, taking it in your hands with a small smile, feeling the rough edges.

He scoffed amusingly, "It's a deer," To which you busted out laughing, throwing apologies his way. You laughed so hard you almost fell out of your seat, Bellamy had to hold your sides to hold you in place

After calming down you noticed the position you were in, Bellamy's hands on your hips, the big, calloused hands bringing a newfound warmth to your sides.

Even though you were no longer laughing neither of you made any motion to move.

Well until you were interrupted by a teary-eyed Clarke and a distraught Kane.

"Bellamy, we need to go, now!" She yelled, Bellamy quickly letting go before giving you one last look. He hopped over the stand and walked towards the rover, Clarke explaining.

You were sure she was mad at you for being so intimate with Bellamy, you were far from right.

Clarke had explained Bellamy Lexa's death, how Titus had shot her in an attempt to take Clarke's life, and how the world would end in 2 months.

For two months you hadn't seen Bellamy, hadn't seen Skaikru.

Lexa's death hit Polis hard. Thieves are more evident now that there was no true commander, they never hit my shop, who would want to steal wood? Wood you give out for free anyway.

Lana was a no-show as well, last you heard she got food poisoning from fish, you had hoped she was okay.

People had been getting sick more as well, spores being found on the dead bodies around Polis. They held a conclave a few days prior, for a bunker to survive the radiation, Luna fought in it, for Floukru and death. But the water thought it was her time to return.

You were closing up shop for the night when you heard a familiar voice coming from downstairs.

"y/n, y/n!" It was Bellamy.

You rushed downstairs, practically tripping over the steps, his voice had a tinge of urgency. He was dressed in an orange suit with a helmet on.

"I need you to come with me, now," He demanded, an extra suit in hand.

"What? Why?"

You couldn't just leave my life here, though it was small it was peaceful and enjoyable.

"I'll explain on the way, we don't have much time,"

You shook your head, a wave of fear washing over you.

"Please, I can't leave you here, I.." He cut himself off hesitantly.

"I'm sorry, bell..." You felt tears pricking at your eyes, watching his already sliding down his cheeks.

"Please, stay safe in the bunker," Bellamy pleaded, you nodded as the rover honked in urgency, he left the suit on the desk and rushed off to the rover, looking back to make sure of your answer.

You wanted to so badly go with him, but something was stopping you. Fear, anxiety for what the future held. Once the rover departed you grabbed Bellamy's deer and suit and headed towards the bunker, Indra greeting you.

"Last for Floukru?"

Everything in you was telling you to turn around, and find comfort in the radiation-soaked forest, Luna had always told you to listen to your instinct.

You shook your head, a concerned look growing on Indra's face, "We won't be able to open the doors for 5 years,"

"May we meet again, Indra kom Trikru,"

"May we meet again, y/n kom Floukru," She nodded to the guards outside the hatch, entering before closing it, a loud locking sound coming from inside.

You walked back to your stand, placing the suit on with the helmet. A bittersweet feeling took over your body as you heard people scream, people you knew, your friends. The last thing you heard was a loud crash before passing out.

You hadn't expected to wake up, you had fully accepted death. So when you awoke it was a surprise to you. An even bigger surprise to see Clarke hauling big rocks from the bunker zone. Slowly taking in your surroundings everything was covered in sand, you couldn't even recognize Polis anymore. The huge castle in the middle is now the size of a house.

Once you took in you reached for Bellamy's deer, relief replacing your panic with a sigh, gaining the attention of Clarke. Who was now sweaty.

"C'mon, I'll teach you to drive, and explain along the way."

It had been 58 days since Bellamy went to space. 58 days and 57 nights you spent thinking of him. You and Clarke had made it to Shallow Valley, it was like the explosions completely missed the Valley, but the radiation didn't. Clarke had found a nightblood in the woods while I radioed the ring, you had done it every day since she found the mini panel and radio. It gave you hope, hope that they made it, hope that everything was okay.

"Anyway, I still have your deer, Bellamy. I wonder if you have the bunny I made."

Your words got cut short by Clarke's scream, and you instantly shot up and ran in the direction of the noise.

Clarke had been caught in a bear trap.

Was this from the girl?

You undid the hinges, successfully freeing her with one last scream.

"Can you walk?" You asked, staring down at the bloodied ankle.

"No," She let out between grunts of pain.

It had been 1968 days since then, or in other words, 5 and a half years, and with every passing day, you lose hope. What if they had run out of air? What if they didn't even make it to the ring?

Bellamy was looking out the window of the ring, staring at the small dot of green while fiddling with the wooden bunny. He had thought about you every day since he got here, cherishing the memories spent between you and him. Ghosts of your touches remained on his skin, a fond memory of your being. Today was the day they finally went back down to the ground. Having just enough fuel to land. He didn't know if you were dead or alive, part of him was scared to find out either answer.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard a loud rumbling sound, shaking the earth every time it got closer.

Clarke and Maddi had rushed by my side, tears pouring out of your eyes at the thought he was really alive.

The rumbling sound ceased when they landed below the cliff of Shallow Valley, you raced into the rover, waiting for Maddi and Clarke to hop in before speeding down to their landing spot.

When you arrive the door to the spaceship is already open, Raven and Emori checking out the damage to the ship, Murphy practically kissing the ground, and Monty and Harper are hugging.

Their attention was soon drawn to the rover, and then you saw him.

Bellamy climbed out of the ship, locking eyes with you from the car.

Opening the door slowly you stepped out, in disbelief of the sight in front of you. Once reality hit you ran to him, jumping in his arms as tears began to pour again, soaking his shirt with tears.

You had dreamed of this moment for 2,026 days.

Your grip on him was tight but not as tight as his grip. Bellamy felt as if you'd vanish in thin air.

"2,026 days, Bell," You breathed out into the crevice of his neck. Still refusing to let go.

Bellamy felt something hard on your pocket, he pulled it out and a wide grin fell on his face.

"You kept it? All this time?" He asked, examining the rough edges, the memory clear in his mind like it was just yesterday.

"I couldn't lose it, it was the only thing I had of yours,"

Bellamy swore he could continue crying, he cupped your face, examining how little changed about you.

"How are you alive?" Bellamy asked.

You grabbed ahold of his hands and rubbed circles on the back of them, "Nightblood, I could never tell anyone before,"

"She's the girl you wouldn't shut up about?" A guy spoke, who you assumed was Murphy from Clarke's stories and drawings.

Both you and Bellamy flushed at Murphy's words, stepping back to let Clarke and the others reunion.

It had been a few hours since everyone headed back to the Shallow Valley village. You and Bellamy were perched on the cliff, gazing over the sandy dunes and stars as music played from the rover.

He had been telling you stories from the ring, though there wasn't much to tell. And you had been sharing stories from the years.

'Cause every night, I'm talking to the moon,'

"Every day, for 2,026 days, I radioed you," You had admitted, eyes still locked onto the stars. Bellamy's eyes were locked onto you, still taking in your everlasting beauty hours later.

'Still trying to get to you,'

You looked down at your hands, resting gently on your thighs.

"I love you, Bell," You said softly, just enough for him to hear.

'In hopes you're on the other side, talking to me too,'

Bellamy felt his face grow hot, every worry dissipating with just a few words.

'Or am I a fool who sits alone talking to the moon?'

You felt Bellamy gently cup your cheek, making you look into his eyes. Leaning in slowly you intertwined lips, seconds now feeling like years as time stopped. The feeling of his chapped lips finally against yours was all you cared about.

After what felt like decades you pulled away with big, goofy grins. Staring intently into each other's eyes.

"I love you too,"

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[charliexclayton]

who: c + ? OPEN STARTER (no limits) where: the bar

10am. What was there to do in Arcadia at 10 in the morning, if one didn’t go out hunting like they usually did? That had been a dilemma for Charlie for all of five minutes because the answer was abundantly clear the minute she set eyes on the bar she had become a patron of the last couple of weeks. She had never been a big drinker before Arcadia, even when she had been in college. That wasn’t necessarily a weird thing, lots of people didn’t drink and maybe Charlie wouldn’t be a big drinker now if things were different. Or maybe this was how it was always meant to be. Maybe this had always been in the cards for her, stuck in a town, stuck in her head, stuck stuck stuck. Alcohol, to its merit, did a lot to make you feel unstuck. Feelings felt small and big at the same time when Charlie was drinking. Things sucked and they also didn’t suck. Time passed and also froze

It’s actually kind of insane how much alcohol could put Charlie in an in between space she didn’t really want to leave.

One of the benefits of a town that never had visits from the gaming and liquor commission was that the bar was open, like all the time. Who needs a liquor license when, as far as Charlie knew, this town didn’t even exist on a map? Who is going to enforce liquor laws when you could die at any fucking moment? Might as well go out having a bit of liquid luck in your bloodstream. So here she is, sitting on a bar stool and yapping about evolution (as one does under the influence of copious liquor). She is well aware she’s been shirking her hunting duties, but there are more than enough capable hunter in Arcadia to pick up her slack (As Paz would so bluntly remind her— what a cunt).

“…And then you know they had to come up with that shit like from nothing, whereas we already have the knowledge, the foressssight of this technology existing so realistically right, it shouldn’t take us that long to like invent things like planes or working cellphones or radios if we all like worked together or whateveeerrr. So maybe it is a resource issue but also maybe those fucking little witchesss in the settlement are right about one thing, maybe… just maybe right, hear me out, maybe maybe maybe there is no escape and we should just…” She hiccups, gesturing with a half empty drink in her hand.  “…Maybe we just need to accept that and start building our society. Obviously unlike the Aztecs maybe we can already skip the sacrifices and— and false god worships —the settlement can do that, you know if they want to, there’s nothing wrong with a little sacrifice, that’s I’m sure what Conor would say if— hmm.”

Charlie slams her drink down on the bar top, pivots and leans her head on the shoulder of the person next to her. They are a blur in her vision, but honestly, she couldn’t care less if it means she’s not alone. “I like your warmth,” she whispers sadly up at them. Her eyes start to droop and the hand that was around her drink moves to trace the rim of her glass. “Do you think the world will be this cold forever?”

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Yandere!Hawks/F!Reader

Content Warning: Not much to note in the intro (brief grope by a villain? 😂, language). The content will grow darker as we delve deeper. The story revolves around a yandere version of the number two pro, so possessiveness, stalking, violence, nonconsensual acts (and other adult themes), gaslighting, and love-bombing are all potentially on the table for starters. I'll try to catch all the tags in each chapter, but there is a possibility that I'll miss something. Proceed with caution? 😂

I'll Keep You Safe

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Hawks was the number two hero in Japan for a reason. Raised and trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission, he did his job perfectly. His good looks and natural charm made people love him, and he was never left wanting for someone to keep his bed warm. Lovers came (several times) and went (rarely by choice), and he never gave it a passing thought. The hero didn't let anyone get under his skin, never allowed himself to feel anything more than simple lust.

That is, until you came into his life.

He'd met many of his flings on the job, and you were no different. Some no-name villain with a chip on his shoulder decided to use you as leverage while trying to escape a robbery; a tired tactic utilized time and again by the most desperate and least creative criminals in the underground. It was impossible for the hero to ignore the indecent way the man gripped your body with one hand (obviously) groping your breast and the other at your waist (slipped beneath the hem of your shirt). With a little assistance from his feathers, Hawks made quick work of the deviant then let the cops take over once the situation was secure.

Like any good pro, he made sure to check on you as the bad guy was lead away in cuffs. He saw how you trembled from head to toe, hair tousled and clothes wrinkled. You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes and a flushed face. Your lips quivered slightly as you thanked him over and over for saving your life. He responded with his signature smile - the one that had graced every magazine and newspaper in Japan - then brushed a stray lock of hair from your cheek as he asked if you needed an escort home. For the sake of safety, of course.

Before you had the chance to accept his offer, some guy appeared from the crowd of onlookers and pulled you into his arms. Hawks chuckled, patted the kid's shoulder, and told him to make sure you got home in one piece. Both of you said thanks about five more times before leaving the scene.

A week later, Hawks found himself still thinking about you. Everything seemed fine after the incident, but there might have been something small the medical team missed, and the potential for lingering mental trauma definitely existed. Civilians crossed paths with villains on a daily basis - many of them suffered worse ordeals - but it was the memory of your expression keeping him awake at night.

You were a pretty girl, even with puffy eyes and a dazed stare. No. Scratch that. It wasn't that you were pretty despite crying. No. You were beautiful, and the terror added a facet of allure that made you unforgettable. Distracting. Every time he caught a glimpse of something that matched the shade of your eyes, he paused, and the sweet quiver of your voice had stolen into his dreams more than once.

His best efforts to forget you were a failure because no matter who he was fucking, he imagined your face looking up at him and your body writhing beneath his. Hawks tried to figure out the reason - aside from the obvious - why he was so taken with some random girl. He'd saved hundreds of them over the years and met thousands.

What made you different? He needed an answer.

Finding a name and address was easy, Your work location was a little harder to get without raising suspicion. He wanted to keep the information handy in case he (inevitably) decided to check in. Standard protocol didn't require heroes to follow up with the victims they saved. The people in charge actually discouraged any type of continued contact, but there were no specific rules against it, especially if the meeting was "accidental". So, while the Commission didn't approve of the extra attention he gave to some of the lovely little birdies he rescued, they looked the other way when it happened and cleaned up any messes left in his wake. He figured it was the least the H.P.S.C. could do. They'd made him into the man he was after all.

[malfiora]

Marvel Characters Bruce Would Adopt

Rogue. Even given his general aversion to metahumans (pre Duke) he would have caved knowing that she craved being able to touch someone without hurting them, and that her adoptive mother raised her to be a villain before she defected to become a hero. And then she's just a sweetheart with a healthy relationship with an equally sweet partner??? Yeah Bruce would be all over that.

Jubilation Lee / Jubilee. Let this man find out she lived in a shopping mall for even one day and he'd have the adoption papers ready. Plus her spunky attitude is giving BTAS Tim Drake/ Carrie Kelly, so she'd fit in. And she and Duke could bond over having light-based powers. Edit: also my girl was also a trained gymnast with Olympics potential?? Yeah she is sooo adopted.

America Chavez / Miss America. Her parents died tragically when she was a kid??? This one's a no-brainer, adoption papers are ready. Bonus, America wanted to prove herself as a hero and joined a team of young superheroes, Young Avengers (because Marvel has few original ideas apparently).

Robbie Baldwin / Speedball / Penance. Preferably before he becomes Penance. Ironically, Bruce would try and rehabilitate the kid by helping him work through his guilt so he didn't do anything drastic like, ya know, commission a suit made of spikes so he could self harm to activate his powers. For starters.

I know what you're thinking – Peter Parker is an obvious choice, right? Wrong. While Bruce would leave that door open to Peter, Peter wouldn't accept it. He likes his simple, humble family. He accepts being a solo hero with only occasional team ups. He's also probably wary of rich men who act fatherly toward him. He'd politely decline any adoption attempts.

[saltminerising]

wow i just saw the locked thread where someone used AI art for one of their dragons

For starters: I do realize that AI art have ethical concerns. Im an artist, I believe it is art theft and traces off actual living people’s styles. It even makes it harder for artists to do what they love and get money for their workHowever, what rubs me wrong is that some people on said thread seemed… classist?? Like, some people’s tone on the thread made it sound like being poor is morally wrong. That you are a piece of trash if you use AI art because you dont have gems or irl money

In exact words, one of the replies on that thread: “You couldn’t find an artist or you couldn’t find an artist who’d do it for very cheap? I know some people who’d happily draw mech art, but yeah, that’s gonna cost you! Shame on you for using an AI (also know as theft machine) for "art”

‘That’s gonna cost you!’ very off-putting and passive aggressive for someone who is poor. You could have left it as the sane reply of “Commissioning is a great way to get art” instead of… snarking that they should be paying? Not to mention, 'you couldn’t find an artist who’d do it for very cheap?’ – Yeah, 'cheap’ is a very subjective word. I dont believe artists should undersell themselves because their art is valid! But also, Im not a fan of shaming people for being unable to accept deals that you find acceptable… because said people might not have the means to pay for 'cheap’ deals!

Not to mention, people suggesting irl money. As in, a game with a noticeable amount of minors without their own stream of income or without a credit card. My heart aches for people with no money irl, especially since my family picked themselves up after years of working to rack up money. People like us exist, I wasnt able to pay anything myself until I got a job at 18

I hate to sympathize with 'AI artists’ (emphasis on the quotes) a little at all, but I also hate behavior that suggests we are all money-havers. Some people genuinely cannot afford art. Is it wrong? No. Were they right to use AI? Also no. But we need to learn how to be more empathetic to ALL people, both artists and people who use AI without knowing any better

[xerxeswitch]

Spirit Drawing Interpretation + Tarot Reading Now Open!

Hey, fellow spirit workers! Or well, whether you are or not... I am testing on opening commissions for doing spirit sketch interpretations readings and tarot readings.

(The sketch and the characters in it all belong to me. Jennyun is my professional art name. Please do not edit or repost anywhere else without my permission) --------- Here's how it works!: I will be doing concept drawings of the spirit/entity of your choice (or just spirits in general of who's around you) with a four card tarot reading.

I will try to get them finished in a timely manner but it should not exceed over a week of completion! I have 5 slots open for this as a starter! If I happen to get more people interested, I'll let you know when there's available space. I might extend the slots if more people are interested!

Pay in mind! These are intuitive, interpretational spirit drawings. That means I'm drawing based on what I intuitively picked up, or how they want to be seen. However, you can take me off of interpretational mode and send me specific details that you want me to include in the drawing of the spirit/entity.

--- Prices: -General Tarot Reading -- $15 -Messages from the spirit/entity -- $15 -Just the spirit/entity concept sketches -- $20 -Spirit Concept Reading Package (General Tarot Reading + Concept sketches of the spirit/entity in question) -- $40 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- RULES! Of course, first thing's first... -Please do not send these spirits/entities over to me. I can see them where they are respectively. -Any malicious intent/malicious spirit/entity you send me will be deflected towards you and the spirit/entity themselves. Please, I don't want to result in anyone getting hurt. I am also fiercely protective of my spirit Family as they are protective of me. -Do not purposely have me channel demonic spirits/entities. Please understand. I didn't have a good experience with them at every turn. Thank you for respecting that. (If someone said no angelic/faerie spirits/entities, I would have no problem abiding to that because it's for their safety. You never know what could be going on) ------ Samples:

---------------- I do payments through Venmo. However, if you're out of country, I can accept PayPal -- though there will be an extra bit of fee because it takes a percentage. Message me if you are interested! No refunds after the completion of the reading/sketches. A refund can be issued if I have a hunch to refuse the reading, as it's my right to do so if I didn't feel comfortable. Or, if I can't finish your reading somehow. ---------------- I'm excited to test this out and see what your thoughts are!

[blymathin-cove]

What's that on the horizon, more Blymi commissions!!

(This will probably be the last time I do commissions in this format ajshsj)

Commissions Currently Available: 7/10

Just like before, more info under the read more! Please have a look!!

Edited: 12/24/2024

I'm taking commissions through my discord as well! If you're interested, you can send me a DM @blymi!

I’m only accepting commission payments through PayPal (USD).

I will not start your commission until I receive payment. However, please do not attempt to pay me if I haven’t confirmed your commission. If you do just want to support me, feel free to buy me a ko-fi here, but otherwise, I would like to confirm that I can do your commission before being paid.

For all the types of art except sketch, I will send a WIP before beginning the lineart process just to check in with you. At this point, if you look at the art and want to change anything, I will. However, once you okay the sketch and I begin the lineart process, any change you want to make to the actual artwork will be charged about 5%.

For OCs without references, I am willing to help design (at least) a starter design for your OC, however there will be an up charge of 20%-25% of the price depending on how much detail you provide me.

My turnaround time once your commission is started will be between one (1) and four (4) weeks. Depending on the type of artwork you chose, this time will vary, but please do not pressure me for your commission before this time frame. I will attempt to stay in consistent communication about your commission, so if you have questions anytime before receiving your commission, message me.

Once I am done with your commission, I will send it to you through whatever means you contacted me. However, if there’s another way you would like to receive your commission, please tell me at the time of commissioning me. I will also post the commissions to my socials after the commission is done.

Examples of my art:

[teyvatians]

surprise starter for @lunarburdened . happy furina birth <3

Félix checked over the items as he carefully placed them in the bag. "One box of macarons that I commissioned the Spina de Rosula for... check. One soft wool scarf that my mother made... check. Letter that got slightly crumped from being in my work bag... check. Bouquet of lakelight lillies, rainbow roses, and romaritime flowers... check."

He sighed to himself as he tucked tissue paper into the bag, placing the letter with pretty cursive handwriting on the front on top. Bag and flowers in hand, he made his way out of his apartment, locking the door behind him, his heels clicking on the pavement of the street.

Arriving at his destination, he knocked on the door. His heart was racing -- Archons of Teyvat, please lead him through this, he had never dared to be so bold.

After a moment he spoke through the door, "Ms. Furina? I've brought you something." He tightly gripped the strings of the bag, both out of anxiety and fear of it slipping out of his clammy hands.

[joy-eris-joy]

Hello! My name is Joy Eris, but please call me Joy!

This is just my blog for whatever hyperfixation captures my attention at the moment, so expect my fandoms to always be in flux.

Be respectful and we'll get along fine!

I’m a Lutual too, which means I run way too many RP blogs. Check them out!

Lutualverse OC Accounts

@exorcist-ava 🚬

@seraphim-sarai 🦢

@seraphim-adina 🐇

@exorcist-milan420 💥

@prince-pruflas 👑

@lost-rin 🪶

@lost-elam 🦣

@archangel-michael-of-heaven ⚔️

@sinner-xiao 🐶

Lutualverse Canon Character Accounts

@ask-modeus 💙❤️‍🔥

@ask-king-paimon ✨🦉

@ask-keekee 🐈‍⬛🗝️

NRWE (Non-Canon Reality Warping Entity) Accounts

@ask-peter 🏡 @ask-daria-morgendorffer 🤓 @the-burglar-from-sims-1 💰

@joyer-is-joy 😈

Lutual Statement

After a pretty rough week with a lot going on, the Lutuals have decided that moving forward we will be a bit more selective regarding certain things. We love sharing our characters and developing new and interesting storylines for people to read and interact with and want to continue doing so while protecting ourselves and our mental health. Please see below on the things we expect moving forward.

Asks, anon or not, will be deleted on sight and the sender blocked if they fall into any of the following categories:

NSFW - finding the characters hot is fine! Telling the mods what you want to do to those characters sexually is not!

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Hate Speech - the Lutualverse is a fun spinoff of the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss settings and isn’t the place for social or political commentary. We’re just here for the various shades of queer relationships; if you’re not, kindly move along.

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To better form a cohesive, consistent universe with multiple storylines, the current Lutualverse is a set roster you can find here, all of whom have been vetted as 18+. As the blogs, storylines, and shows are 18+, it is recommended that minors do not interact. We are not accepting applications at this time to join the Lutualverse, though individual mods may respond to starters at their discretion; these events will not be canon to the universe.

It has also come to our attention that some blogs are claiming to be part of the Lutualverse despite not being official members.

While we appreciate that people enjoy our work, we DO NOT appreciate being impersonated or having unaffiliated members claiming to be part of our canon.

At the time of writing, the ONLY Lutuals are as follows:

@joyerisjoy

@able-juice

@silvireal

@texanredrose

@kambiteydragon

@moreaustars

@hazbin-hoe-tell

@canibalistic-brownie

@greybazzy

@seecatrun

@pseudobun

@atttwoood

@paperroxas

Any new blogs or members will be announced by ONE OF US and will be LISTED on the Lutuals roster.

Any unaffiliated users claiming to be part of our verse WILL BE BLOCKED.

Again, we would like to stress that we enjoy the interaction and support. This is to protect us and better craft compelling stories. Thank you for your understanding.

-The Lutuals

My commissions are always open, so feel free to DM any time about them!

If you like what I do, consider supporting me on my Ko-Fi!

Any amount is appreciated!

[blye-flower]

Hello, all, I’m opening commissions ^^

Extra info under read more! Please have a look:

Feel free to DM me here or on discord @blymi if you are interested ^^ because I’m only opening eight slots, it is first come, first serve.

Upfront payment please! I’m only accepting commission payments through PayPal (USD).

I will not start your commission until I receive payment. However, please do not attempt to pay me if I haven’t confirmed your commission. If you do just want to support me, feel free to buy me a ko-fi here, but otherwise, I would like to confirm that I can do your commission before being paid.

For all the types of art except sketch, I will send a WIP before beginning the lineart process just to check in with you. At this point, if you look at the art want to change anything, I will. However, once I get your okay and begin the lineart process, any change you want to make to the actual artwork will be charged about 5%.

For OCs without references, I am willing to help design (at least) a starter design for your OC, however there will be an up charge of 20%-25% of the price depending on how much detail you provide me.

My turnaround time once your commission is started will be between one (1) and four (4) weeks. Depending on the type of artwork you chose, this time will vary, but please do not pressure me for your commission before this time frame. I will attempt to stay in consistent communication about your commission, so if you have questions anytime before receiving your commission, message me.

It’s already stated but I’m very firm about this: my art is NOT to be fed to any AI. While you did pay for and own your commission after I give it to you, it is still my art style and I do not condone the use of AI art in replicating my art style.

I reserve the right to not take certain commissions for any reasons, but especially if you talk down/badly to me during any conversation we have. I will always attempt to be civil with you, I ask you extend the same curtesy.

Once I am done with your commission, I will send it to you through whatever means you contacted me. However, if there’s another way you would like to receive your commission, please tell me at the time of commissioning me. I will also post the commissions to my socials

Commission Currently Available: 8

Examples of my work:

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for kind of lying to my customer?

For starters, I (38M) do not actually like my job that much, but I can’t really be hired to do anything else. Regardless, I try to be as professional and ethical as I can be about it. 

So my twin sister (38F) and I have been running a small business together for many years, although we moved into a new neighborhood recently so we have had to sort of reestablish ourselves. Money is very tight for us both right now, we have no support systems, and this is the one way we can make a living. One night, I ran into a performance artist (40M) who really looked like he could use our services. He is a social outcast who does not really like his job, just like me, so we got along really well- I think he is the first friend I’ve made in some time. He said he was not interested, but he asked for a business card so I hoped he would come back.

The guy got back to me a day or so later and he offered us a commission- for good money, too. He was very urgent in his particular request. He did not really offer any specific details, I think it was over some kind of relationship drama or something? I did not ask, not my circus not my monkeys. So my sister and I got to work. (I suppose I have to mention what exactly it is I do for a living for this to make sense. My sister and I are assassins.) Anyway, she got ahold of our requested target and it turns out the guy wanted to kill our local government representative (I do not keep up with politics that much so I do not know him that well). Then my sister and the representative got talking and she really clicked with him, which is unusual because she’s usually pretty cynical about love.

My sister started begging me to not kill him. We really needed the money- so I refused. However, I really do love my sister. She is the only person that has always been there for me, and she accepts me despite my many eccentricities. And she really deserves more than what she gets. But I did not want to outright lie to my client either. Then I realized I had promised a body, just not whose. So we just kind of found a guy who stumbled into our house and killed him instead.

The client insisted on burying the body himself (sentimental reasons I suppose) so we wrapped it in a bag and I tried to warn him against opening the bag up. He seemed pretty happy with it at the time, so I suppose all is well that ends well? But I have not seen him since that night so I do not know how it turned out.

I suppose it eats at me sometimes that I lied to him. But at the same time, I did not want to hurt my sister by killing the one guy she has fallen for in years.

AITA?

[wineblud]

i have a lotta shit to pay for recently and what im saving up for (presents for loved once, pc, drivers license...etc) soooo commissions are open and welcome, I also accept Dms on Discord (wineblud) and Im up for almost any comms- (I can draw furries (which are priced a bit differently, also they are starter prices) anddd corn too-) in my TOS i have it more specifically tho so if interested, hit me up plsss<3 (i can send it in the dms)

[boreal-sea]

I'm posting this article because I think it gives a good play by play of how this deal has gone over the past week, and shows how much effort Biden is putting into this plan working out. It also touches on the widening schism within the Israeli government between Netanyahu and everyone else who actually wants to have peace and see the hostages returned.

The White House is pushing Israel to agree to a permanent cease-fire in the Gaza Strip, as U.S. President Joe Biden's peace-plan proposal reveals a gaping division within the administration of Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu. After a tense week of diplomatic posturing, White House national security spokesperson John Kirby said on Sunday that if Hamas accepts the deal to end the Gaza war, the U.S. expects Israel to accept the plan too. "This was an Israeli proposal. We have every expectation that if Hamas agrees to the proposal … then Israel would say yes,” Kirby told ABC News’ This Week program. The controversy began on Wednesday, when Israel's war cabinet made an offer for a ceasefire to Hamas, against the wishes of Netanyahu. Hamas rejected the bid on Thursday, but seemed to reconsider when Biden urged them to on Friday, saying they viewed the offer "positively." Netanyahu then tried to backtrack on his own war cabinet's proposal on Saturday, arguing that any deal that didn't destroy Hamas was a "non-starter." Two far-right ministers doubled-down on that argument, threatening to quit — and thereby dissolve the coalition government — if Netanyahu accepted the deal. One of Netanyahu's senior aides further muddied the waters by telling Britain's Sunday Times that the plan was "a deal we agreed to — it's not a good deal but we dearly want the hostages released, all of them," before declaring that it could only work if Hamas was destroyed — a contradiction of the cease-fire proposal. The flip-flopping has irked both Netanyahu's domestic opponents and foreign partners. "Israel has already announced that it has accepted the deal. If it retracts it now, it is a death sentence for the [hostages] and a crisis of trust with the Americans and the mediating countries," wrote opposition leader Yair Lapid on X on Sunday. The three-part cease-fire plan is backed by the European Commission, the U.K., Germany, France, Egypt, Qatar and other Arab governments. It would begin with Israeli troops pulling out of Gaza's cities, releasing humanitarian aid and freeing hundreds of Palestinian prisoners in exchange for Hamas returning some of the hostages and captured Israeli soldiers. After that, the two sides would discuss a full hostage release and military withdrawal, followed by multilateral talks to rebuild Gaza without rearming Hamas.