#( prompt ) / * give me that fire .

[notbecauseofvictories]

a wild moment at work today, when my boss (at the end of quite a long speech about why I should track my work better) essentially said, "but you're not getting any credit for your accomplishments!" and I realized I genuinely didn't care.

[justtogetthrough]

I need continuous musings and discourse about the Hunger Games or my life feels so boring. Please keep posting and tagging, you’re all so smart and insightful and interesting

(Honestly, if you read the books for school, absolutely just post your essays I want to read them aaaaall)

[iingezo]

! ! ADOPTABLES ! ! Celestial Pact

Excited for my first go at adopts!: D LOVED returning to this style for them too! It’s first-come, first-serve -- if interested, message me here on Tumblr with your email for a PayPal invoice & once payment is received I’ll send you the full resolution of the adopt ! A : SOLD B : SOLD C : SOLD ( TOS below the cut )

- Same as commissions : Personal-use ONLY - Trading is OK & Reselling cannot go above the original price   ( unless you’ve accumulated more art of them by then ) - Expanding upon the design (like alternate outfits / styling) is OK, but please keep physical features relatively consistent (feel free to take or leave the tits tho) & do not edit the original art - Feel free to post any new art you might make/commission of them, but do not repost the original art   ( I’ll likely post the fuller watermarked versions myself here later ) - Credit me for the original design   ( somewhere! )

[puppetmaster13u]

Hear me out: Zuko keeps doing Blue Spirit stuff and going Batman post-war

There's so much small corruption and so many smaller issues that build up into bigger ones that he really can't take care of as the Firelord, not helped by him having to actually repair relations with the rest of the entire world and figure out who actually deserves to stay in prison and who was literally just thrown in there. In anyways things are a complete and utter mess, and he can't leave the palace or city for days at a time. However we know he can sneak in and out of places that should be inescapable or have very high security. (for example, the episode Blue Spirit itself)

So it's not exactly a stretch for him to go out, maybe even be mistaken for a proper spirit seeing as there's already tales and rumors of the masked entity from during the war. Needless to say when the military and council start complaining about this shadow in the night he is not in a hurry to catch them. Or catch them at all, seeing as said shadow might also be said fire lord.

[sysig]

Growing closer than expected (Patreon)

[hulloitsdani]

DAY 14: Risk and Reward PERSONA 5 BABYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Thank you so much for @eriisaam for the suggestion of this alt and inadvertently saying my sleeper agent phrase. Persona 5 is possibly one of my biggest artistic inspirations and generally one of my favorite things. Goro Akechi ruined my god damn life and everyday I get closer to stealing Joker's gender. I adore this game.

Back to the actual risk and reward banner— It seems to have this fairytale theme? I could be wrong and it's more of an Alice in Wonderland beat, but I noticed Cath was clearly giving Cheshire cat and I think Nina was meant to be red ridding hood? I took this as evidence enough to ask friends to list some quintessential fairytales from off the dome and Cinderella was in the top three each time. I think that already works well thematically for Kiran, but then I remembered Sumire's persona is Cendrillion, an opera of a 1698 version of the fairytale. And then I remembered the glass weapons in Awakening.

Aw yeah, it's all coming together.

This one might have taken a bit longer, but I hope it was clear how much fun I was having. This felt like such a return to form for me. Got to smack two of my obsessions together into some of the most indulgent art for me personally.

[dragonskulls]

Girls who make poisons. Like if you agree

Also we just got to 1k, thank you all so much!!!

[limerickshere]

Have you seen the image of the cat yawning/breathing fire??? Could you write about that please??? Flameo hotman 🔥🔥🔥🔥

‘Fore taking this pic, the desire 

Was simply to see the cat tire

With cute little yawn,

But sunset was on,

Hence: monster whose breath is a fire

[caeseria-k]

It's update time!

The fire and the flood:

Finally, I feel like I'm getting somewhere with the latest chapter. It's been slow going because it's a difficult chapter to write, what with the boys and Piandao finally laying some cards in the table. I have to be careful about what to reveal and what not, and this chapter has a LOT of setup for the remaining chapters. Plus there's also one event I had planned to happen that I'm now wavering over including, and I need to make a decision on whether to go ahead with it.

Kakairu stuffs:

Yes, I'm back on my ninja bullshit again after...ten years! I'm planning on doing some writing for it, so if you have prompts, feel free to drop me a message.

Also, I've updated Kakairu Kink on Dreamwidth, so head over to leave a prompt or pick one up. You don't need an account. You can reply to the post as anon without signing in!

[otiksimr]

hello! I’m a friend of the 🐠 anon and saw your art you did for them, it’s incredible!!!! You’re very talented!!!! I was wondering if you could do something like you did for them but based off of an either a jelly fish or whale shark? Only if that’s okay!

Sh0rk

[yeyayeya]

Stop I keep saying I’m going to write a Scárthur fanfic one of these days and I just keep losing motivation to write

Do not look at my abandoned drafts

[mellowwhumps]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 15: Passing out | Exhaustion | “I’ve got you, let’s sit down, I’ve got you.”

OCs: Twelve, Ida (AU)

@whumperless-whump-event

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It’s wrong, the way they wake up. Cold. Normal. Not sick. They weren’t supposed to wake up.

It takes a long time for them to be conscious enough to register their surroundings, and even then, they don’t recognize where they are. They don’t remember. A blur of calm clouds their mind, foggy yet peaceful; a state they were more than used to.

Rubbing their eyes, they scramble to sit up. There’s so much energy in their limbs, unfatigued. The only thing that refused to cooperate was their voice, a choked, small little thing. 

Not that anyone ever knew what they were saying, whatever foreign language they were using. Not that they knew what the others were saying, either. That was why everyone thought they were a lost cause.

The place looked sterile enough to resemble the hospital, at least. A large pod lies in the corner, dormant, the only anomalous thing here they didn’t recognize. 

“Hello. How do you feel?”

They understand that. They understood all of that. Wrong accent, perhaps, but undoubtedly unrecognizable. The calm dissipates in no less than a second. They scramble to put both feet on the floor, taking a cautious step back.

Their knees buckle. Their legs give out. Their breath hitches, and for a moment, they wonder if they’ll breathe in again. The person speaking rushes forward in a burst of energy, catching them as they stumble, muttering something foreign.

They thought it was over. Lying on the table, waking up, they felt well. They thought they could—

“Let’s sit down, I’ve…I’ve got you, okay? You don’t just—” Something else unintelligible to them. “Context. I’m not going to hurt you. This isn’t where you were. Remember me?”

At the very least, they recall that. The volunteer back there, the one that took interest in them. They don’t really know what to say, so what comes out ends up being more of a squeak rather than the question, “Why?”

The other understands. He hesitates for a while, hand to his chin in thought, before answering, “I don’t know. Felt like it.”

“Nobody cared about me. Why should you?”

“Helped you, didn’t I? Took me months, sure, but you should feel fine right now, if my method worked. Even if your muscles need time to get used to it. Would you rather I lie to you or you stay back there—”

“…Months?” Months. Months of an unknown. Even with fairly photographic memory, they remember falling asleep yesterday and waking up today, not…not months. Everything about this was wrong.

Their head throbs; piercing, sharp, familiar. Distantly, they think the person says something, yet their own thoughts overwhelm them, chasing his voice away from their cohesion.

No, they think, hanging on to that final shred of strength as their eyes grow heavy. They don’t want to fall asleep. They don’t want to see more of that nothingness ever again. 

Yet, slumping over and feeling the not-stranger’s soft touch, they find themselves not resisting the fading of their consciousness.

[lizzieraindrops]

hi send me your eris/ikora ficlet prompts!

i haven't taken fic prompts in a long time, but the seasonal story moves too fast for me to fully write and edit a full fic about it that i'm content with. and i Need to write some erikora immediately.

send me any non-expl!cit prompts (i'm too ace for that lol) and if i like it, i'll write it! you may get anything from a ficlet of a few hundred words to a few thousand depending on how much it tickles my brain.

i specialize in hurt/comfort and angst/fluff, but i'm open to anything. my fave eris headcanons are ace, autistic, and demiromantic; fave headcanons for ikora are trans, adhd, and aromantic spectrum

happy season of the witch women, everyone

[fanaticdomainexpert2]

oh to have jeff say "i give you my heart" and then take it back

[puppetmaster13u]

Thinkin' of WOF Au for DC, but like, it's a Gothamite and Fawcett thing. (And Amity Park if crossover)

Like those are the most magical areas in the world, even if Gotham is cursed as fuck. An unspoken secret of sorts that while they present themselves as human to outsiders, they are all Very Much Not.

Which means hilariously in the league, when everyone expects Batman to be suspicious and short with the new guy- even made bets on it- they are then shooketh when both visibly relax and start talking. And half the shared complaints don't make sense!

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Now Gotham technically has no Queen, nor does Fawcett, but Batman and Captain Marvel are the closest things. Not in the traditional sense of back when they were in separate tribes (& maybe from a different dimension but shh that was millennia ago) but in the sense of, they're the ones patrolling and protecting the cities along with calling the shots in disasters.

Which does sort of change the dynamic they both have in their city. If one of them calls to arms, the city would follow them. They could declare war, and their cities (begrudgingly in Gotham's underbelly's case of strongest is in charge) would follow. And while Billy is oblivious, both Marvel-the-not-hivemind and Batman are. They know they have to be very careful.

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I'm sure we all want Nightwing Bruce but no. Bruce, like both his mother and father and father's father and so on before him, is actually an Icewing. The Waynes however, have a case of melanism running in their bloodline. Thomas Wayne? Only his quills and part of his back were darker, but Bruce? Practically pitch black scales that shadow his eyes.

Now Alfred on the other hand, is a Nightwing. No special powers there, though you would hear many a child protest with how he seems to know everything.

Commissioner Gordon is a Mudwing, big stocky and very tired, which translates to his human disguise as a large trenchcoat. He finds this very amusing. Barbara similarly, is half Mudwing. Her mother was a Hivewing, making her a hybrid between both. Which does ironically mean that Batgirl does in fact have insectoid wings. Though that does ponder the question on if they'd all go by their original vigilante names.

Dick is a Silkwing. Wingless as he watches his parents fall and unable to do anything despite this place supposedly being safe for beings like them. He grows into his own, and his wings, when they come in, are dark Gotham colors through and through, with the deep blue of the sky he's come to crave.

Jason is a hybrid between a Mudwing and a Skywing. He's also an animus- not that he knew that. He doesn't find out until he's dying, telling himself to not die, to get back to Gotham, to his dad, his family- And then he wakes up in his Coffin, alive.

Now Cass, raised to be the perfect killer, is also a hybrid, just one between a Nightwing and a Rainwing, egg set out under the moon. Which succeeds, partially. She can't straight up read minds, but combined with her talent in reading body language on both human and inhuman bodies, it's a near thing.

Tim is a Seawing, borderline abandoned by his parents who seek treasures and more wealth as he's trapped back in a city where the water is dark and poisoned. But he's Gothamite, through and through, and he adapts. Scales darker than the original blues he was born with, and glow shifting to that sickly white of the Gotham's Bats.

Now Steph, is a full-blooded Rainwing, and can in fact change her scales, but can mostly be found in purples and golds. Though for a short time she was in another set of colors, thought dead before she slithered out of the shadows older and wiser than before.

Damian is his father's son, but he's also an Al-Ghul. The not-quite dragonet is half Icewing, and half Sandwing. And struggled to adjust at first, to a place so different from his first home where the only other dragons were blood related. But like any Wayne before him, he adjusts, and he adapts.

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Billy wasn't a Beetlewing originally, and perhaps he would have hesitated if he'd known it would change him, would change his body and the last thing he had of his parents. But his friends, his Team and new family help. And he can pass as a Silkwing like their sort-of foster mother. All six of them can do so now, even if the others look more like hybrids themselves thanks to not being the Champion. They might not be, but they're his family. And that's enough.

[gracefullou]

Losing braincells just reading the replies 😭