#( go me )

[abbeyofcyn]

When your crazy scientist brother designs a mechanical arm he can take over with his ninpo

[sleepymccoy]

And here's a collection of some of my good omens art! Season two took some of the magic out of it all for me, or maybe I was just ready to move on but I haven't been as into gomens since then. But regardless, it was a very fun thing to love

[triluvial]

Reader married Feyd during wartime. The first thing to dry up on Geidi Prime is the imported food. People are panicking about their planets being turned to dust or glass and are hoarding all the food they make. The Harkonnens are in deep trouble, no one in interested in money that may be worthless in a year if the Emperor is deposed.

Reader's planet is one of the only ones with the trifecta of: a comfortable surplus of food, a deep paranoia about their current lack of military and a spare daughter.

The Atreides are great warriors, not just the royal family but their guards and trainers too. The physical security Feyd is bringing to the table is important but not rare. There are 157 Great Houses of the Imperium, and almost all of them have a military of their own.

Reader is the one with the political power.

[dessinatsunset]

Here is my contribution to the current Trend of drawing Hatsune Miku in traditional clothes from your home Country.

Hatsune Miku in a german Dirndl

[did-sm1-say-catfish]

@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks

theyre not even funny anymore i'm just laughing hysterically at my computer screen. btw hi broski i made those memes.

also this took so long bc my old ass computer fucking froze and didn't respond for like 5 hours. BUT i shall always prevail. alsox2 my cats says hi bc she's been purring the entire time i've been making these.

[macknus]

Febuwhump: Day Four

Prompt: Hivemind

Febuwhump Masterpost

Hero shouldn’t have been in HQ today. Superhero had insisted that Hero take a day off after the last fight with Other Villain, but what was the alternative? Stay at home and brood over their broken arm? Even if they managed to get sleep during the day, which they never did, they would be bored out of their mind. Better to come in and finish some lingering paperwork.

They smiled at receptionist as they took the lift up to their floor, noticing how quiet it was today. Maybe Superhero ordered everyone to stay home, even though Superhero would never take a day off.

Hero got out on their floor and walked down the empty halls towards their cubicle. Something unnerving about being in the building when it was this empty. It prickled at Hero’s senses, setting them on edge.

They heard voices coming from the meeting room. Hero stepped down the hallway and froze when they saw a familiar blond haired man standing in front of the heroes, giving a speech, a talk with a smile and nobody in the room was moving to attack or call for back up.

What… Hero blinked. But nope, Supervillain was still there! Still standing in front of Superhero and Other Hero and Strongest Hero… what the fuck was going on?

Hero ducked so nobody would see them and snuck down the hall. Thankfully they were in Board Room 1, which wasn’t soundproofed. When Hero got close enough they could hear Supervillain speaking.

“And I just want to say what a beautiful arrest on Other Villain yesterday everybody. Great work. You all deserve a clap. Just well done.”

“Well, Hero did most of the work,” Superhero fawned and were they— was Superhero blushing at Supervillain’s praise?!

“Hero huh?” Supervillain mused, tasting Hero’s name on their tongue. It sent shivers down Hero’s spine.

“Hero is a promising young Hero, Supervillain,” Strongest Hero said, and Hero would have blushed if Strongest Hero said that under different circumstances than this bizarre scenario that was playing out in front of them. “Maybe a little reckless, but definitely an asset to consider.”

Supervillain hummed. “Perhaps we should recruit them then into our ranks.”

“That would be a wonderful idea,” Superhero beamed. “They are a little too curious for their own good. Which is exactly why I kept them at home today.”

“How interesting…” Supervillain said, turning to face Hero’s hiding spot. Hero knew they wouldn’t be seen from here. No way, but it felt like Supervillain was staring straight at them.

A hand grabbed Hero by the scruff of their neck and dragged them to their feet. Hero whirled, slamming a hand out that got caught and twisted up their back. Hero cried out, throwing their head back and hitting their attacker in the nose. Once the grip loosened they turned, backing up away from—

“Sidekick?” Hero asked with a breath.

“This is Hero I presume,” Supervillain purred. Hero swallowed hard, backing up further into office, keeping all the heroes and more importantly Supervillain in their line of sight.

“What’s going on?” Hero demanded, their voice coming out stronger than they felt.

It was Superhero who answered, a little frustrated. “Hero, I told you to rest today.”

“Why are— why are you taking orders from Supervillain?” Hero asked, eyes widening as they walked into a desk and pivoted without dropping their gaze. Hero looked at their Sidekick, their heart breaking at the purple haze colouring their eyes; colouring all the heroes eyes the same purple as Supervillain…

Hero glared at Supervillain. “What did you do to them?!” They demanded, thankful that the office was an open circle. Though the heroes and Supervillain blocked their way to the lift in front, Hero could still run into the hallway and go for the lift that way and pray.

Their mouth was as dry as a desert.

“They’re not in pain, Hero,” Supervillain said diplomatically. “They’re happy. They still have their own thoughts—”

Hero stared. “You… you’re controlling them? Controlling the heroes? Why?”

Supervillain sighed. “Why?!” Hero pressed. It didn’t make sense. “Why would you have them order raids against villains… other villain?”

A muscle in Supervillain’s jaw feathered at the mention of Other Villain. “Well, if you must know Hero, Other Villain wasn’t willing to fall into line. I run this city. I have rules, and they decided to break those rules. So I had my hero friends arrest them. Which I hear is all thanks to you.”

Hero’s frown deepened.

“Hero,” Superhero said softly and it broke something in them. They were Superhero… they were still Superhero but… but not. Wrong. A pale imitation.

How hadn’t Hero seen it before? Noticed it.

“You’re not in a position to fight all of us,” Superhero said in that same soothing soft way of theirs. “Just come sit with us. Have some tea. We can talk this over.”

Hero shot a glare at Supervillain. “Is that how you do it? Do you spike their tea?”

Supervillain chuckled. “No, no. Hero, think of it more like a colony of ants. Or bees. And I am the Queen Bee, and all my worker bees listen to my commands so the hive can thrive.”

Hero stared and stared and stared. They stiffened their upper lip as they came to the hallway that would bring them to the lift. They met Superhero’s gaze, then Sidekick’s who was closing in. “I will save you from this.”

“Save them from—” but Hero took off before they could hear the rest of Supervillain’s poisoned words. They heard a sigh behind them. Then a tired, almost bored: “get them.”

Hero sprinted towards the lift, pumping their unbroken arm and legs, adrenaline pounding through their veins and spurring them on faster. They got to the lift and slammed a hand on the button before someone grabbed them by their arm splint and yanked them back.

Hero cried out as they fell back tumbling. A fire sparked in their arm as they roll back. Another hand was on them as Hero threw a fist out blindly, but a hand was in their hair and dragging them back as Hero struggled and screamed.

“Stop fighting, Hero. Supervillain just wants to improve the city,” Superhero cooed beside them as one of Hero’s colleagues dragged them back. Back towards Supervillain. Hero panicked, reaching for their power. They felt it surge within them, a light that got bright, bright, brighter and then—

Flung their hand behind them at the hero dragging them when they felt warm power dampeners snap onto their wrist. The light sputtered.

“No! NO!” Hero choked out as Superhero snapped on the second power dampener on the same wrist. “Superhero, please! Please! If you’re still in there, don’t let Supervillain do this please!”

“They can’t disobey, Hero,” Supervillain said blandly. “And either will you once I get my hands on you.”

“Superhero, please! PLEASE!” Hero begged as they were dragged into the centre of the hub. The lift dinged as if to mock Hero’s almost escape. Impossible escape.

Hero felt tears bubble and flow freely from their eyes. They didn’t want to be a zombie. They didn’t want to obey Supervillain. But looking at all those familiar faces, Other Hero, Superhero, Sidekick… hope turned to ash in their gut.

“It will be fine once you submit, Hero,” Superhero said, wiping away Hero’s tears with their thumb.

“Submit my ass.”

The entire room froze. Hero knew that voice. Before they could look to see who it was Supervillain let out an enraged shout and then there was an ear-shattering thrum of noise that shattered the glass dividers on the entire floor. The person holding Hero dropped them and someone was shouting but Hero couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in their ears.

Then black eyes were on them.

Black, not purple.

Hero blinked.

Villain. What was Villain—

But before Hero could finish the thought they were yanked up to their feet and then over Villain’s shoulder as they ran for the lift. The doors stayed open and Villain smashed the close doors button. Hero glanced up to see Supervillain running for the lift, his face the picture of fury as the glass doors slid shut and the lift started going down to the ground floor.

Villain set Hero down, an apologetic smile on their lips. Hero’s legs would have went from under them if they weren’t leaning against the wall. They could feel the vibrations of the lift as they went down, down, down. Away from Supervillain and his pack of yes-men zombies.

Villain clicked his fingers at Hero’s ears a couple times before Hero could focus on the sound. They raised their good hand and nodded. “I can hear you,” they said, but everything sounded underwater still. Even their own voice.

“Is your arm okay?” Villain asked, murky, but Hero could just about make the words out.

“Yeah… yeah… I mean, one of them grabbed me and I went down, but that was before you, so…”

Villain nodded. “Right. So you know Supervillain’s—”

“Controlling all of the strongest heroes in the city?” Hero snapped. “Yeah. Yeah I do.”

A moment passed between them. Then Villain said, “I’ve been trying to stop them, but they got to Superhero first, Hero. I— then he made me a villain to make me seem untrustworthy but I am trying to save this city.”

Hero blinked. “Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

Villain barked out a laugh, running his hands through his hair. “Would you have believed me if I had?”

Hero went silent. No. They wouldn’t have believed them. Not for a second. But that— Hero’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Did you follow me?” Villain’s cheeks went pink. Hero’s eyes widened.

“Yes, okay? Yes! I was going to tell you on your day off, but then you came here so… I decided to tail you. It took me a while to get in, but I knew Supervillain would be here today so I—”

Hero shoved Villain against the wall, good hand curling into Villain’s shirt. “So you let me get caught?! Let them attack me!”

“I needed someone to believe me, Hero!” Villain’s snapped, desperation colouring his features. “If you didn’t see it for yourself you would have told me I was crazy and I— I can’t stop them by myself!”

Hero stared and stared and stared.

But Villain was right. If Hero never saw them… their purple hazed over eyes they would have never believed Villain.

They let go of him and stepped back, running a hand down their face. “Fuck… what a mess.”

“Yeah,” Villain echoed as they stepped out of the lift and into the Hero HQ. “But… lucky for you I have a couple ideas of how to take Supervillain down.”

[densewentz]

ive decided the best thing for Crowley post-s2divorce is to become a goofy girl!Dad to an unhinged gremlin child. In this case this one that I've named Hanna.

[lover-of-mine]

Buddie Countdown to Season 7:

82 days.

[wickedsmille]

snippet saturday

I got tagged by @takemetomyfragiledreams for a Snippet Saturday! (I love getting tagged in these things. You spoil me so good. 🖤) And I did a thing. Like a continuation of my jaytim one-shot monster mash kind of thing. And what's under the cut is probably more than a snippet but, hey, short and concise just ain't my thing and I've made my peace with that. That being said, enjoy this heap of dragon!Tim riding in to save his damsel familiar demon!Jason. (I didn't edit nuffin' so beware, probably typos afoot.)

Idk who to tag 🥲 So, if you're reading this, I tag you. No take backsies.

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Most people wear their glamors whenever they’re out in public. The mixing of humans, creatures, humanoids and all those in-between has come a long way. It’s harmonious, almost. Not everywhere, not all the time. Crime against creatures and hybrids is higher still than humans and those creatures human enough to pass for normal. So whether out of fear or consideration or conformity, glamoring is as prevalent as it has always been.

For Robin, for Tim, that is doubly true. 

Dick and Jason were witches. It didn’t matter for them. The ethereal, glowing eyes of a witch in their half and full forms are hidden by the dominos. For all anyone else could tell, Robin was something but no one could ever pin down exactly what. There’s too many magical beings now openly living shoulder to shoulder with humans for it to matter. Too much magic freely floating through the air to definitively pick out a specific thread and follow it from the vigilante to the person behind the mask. Being witches allowed them the freedom to fully spread their wings without fear of giving away their identities whether they were Robin or Dick or Jason. 

Bruce has the world convinced Brucie is a bumbling idiot of a human while Batman is very obviously more but there’s enough creatures out there like daevas to muddy the waters. 

Of course, Tim’s parents wanted a flashy hybrid to parade around the balls and galas they bothered to attend when they were in Gotham. A new treasure his father could point to and boast about, proof of his mother’s superiority over the other children of the elite. They’d hoped he’d even get the unique ability to function without a familiar afforded to creature and humanoid hybrids. Rarely, the tempering magic of a humanoid would be enough to balance and tame the raw, electric power of creature magic. Then there’s no need to balance the scales through unnecessary attachments. 

Tim visited enough doctors as a kid, paid enough to keep their mouths shut to do procedures typically only done after seventeen at the limit of when bonds form, for his parents to come to the early conclusion Tim wouldn’t be one of the lucky hybrids. They got their trophy to stuff into stiff suits and march across marble floors but their disappointment in the knowledge Tim wouldn’t be able to function independently was a weighted, palpable thing. 

It’s always been customary for the wealthy to hide their true forms but, after that, they gave him a talisman to wear to events on top of his own glamors.

Becoming Robin and having Bruce harshly demand he always keep his glamors up wasn’t jarring because he’d already grown used to it. The magic started to itch if left too long. Sometimes Tim would forget to remove them even at home despite the cold, empty rooms being his only company. Sacrificing the truth of himself for Robin wasn’t a hardship. Nowadays, it’s second nature. He hardly even remembers what he looks like in his half and full forms. But he does know a half dragon, half elf is too conspicuous to ever be seen as Robin. It would be all too easy to connect the dots between such a rare hybrid and Tim Drake. 

Even just the thought of breaking his glamors, in public no less, is enough to make his heart race and his palms sweat but his bond is screaming familiar in danger over and over again as pain dances along every nerve. Tim can’t see any other way to neatly wrap up the mess Jason has created. From his vantage point perched on a billboard across the street from a nondescript warehouse on the southside of the docks, Tim counts at least fifty heavily armed mercenaries and one Red Hood.

Jason is powerful. Incredibly so, but everyone has their limits. The relative stability of Tim’s fused magics, his more prominent elven blood making the powerhouse magic of his dragon side more docile, compared to the volatile churning of Jason’s does come with the perk of not needing contact with his familiar as often. Which is all the better since Jason has made himself scarce since their last meeting. He’s posited that Jason likely doesn’t enjoy the same benefit given the incendiary nature of his magic, where the demon side reigns supreme and feeds, feeds, feeds off the magic of the witch. 

He can’t imagine what state Jason is in. Tim had already drafted a plan to hunt Jason down again for his own damn good. 

Now he’s being forced to speed up his timetable and make what seems like an impossible choice. Fifty guys, most likely armed with bullets and magic themselves, is something Robin can’t handle with a handicapped Red Hood. The thought of calling in Batman and Nightwing for back up rankles. There would be no hiding the bond with him and Jason close to one another, not from Bruce and, by extension, from Dick who serves as his familiar. Tim isn’t ready to share this part of himself yet. It’s a tender, open wound Jason tore open again, a weakness he hasn’t created a workaround for yet. 

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t, though. 

Heaving a long, weary sigh, Tim straightens up and hops down off the billboard while casting a temporary veil of invisibility over himself. With deft fingers, Tim does the latches on the Robin uniform and stuffs them into a cache stored inside the defunct AC unit nearby. Left with nothing but his undershirt and tights, Tim stands at the edge of the roof and grimaces. He can feel the swell of magic bubbling under his skin, equally soothing and irritating the pain channeling through the bond into him. 

Man, he really hopes he isn’t making a terrible mistake. 

Mind already made up, Tim shoves away his self-doubt and leaps off the roof with his arms spread. He closes his eyes and wipes away the haze of the glamors while pulling on his own magic to wrap around himself. To embrace himself and what he truly is. It’s pain and relief rolled into one, like scratching an itch viciously enough to bleed. His skin ripples and stretches, bones breaking down and knitting back together while muscle and sinew stretch to accommodate. As much as it sucks, because it does, Tim feels freer than he does swinging from his grapple through Gotham’s skies. 

He wants to laugh but it comes out as a chuff because of his snout. His paws slam into the concrete of the road, claws digging in and ripping it up. Bounding towards the warehouse, Tim decides to go for shock and awe. Most people don’t expect a full-fledged dragon to run into them head on. He knows even as a drake he's on the smaller side for dragons and doesn't have the added bulk wings would give his silhouette. Still, a dragon no matter the sub-type is a dragon and their reputation as an apex predator has been well earned in and out of the magic community.

Running on four legs is weird, especially with the unwieldy weight of his tail thumping clumsily against the ground behind him, so Tim stumbles the first couple steps but he settles into a loping run as he closes the distance between himself and the warehouse. The spines along the top of his head and down his spine shift with each powerful push of his legs. By the time he’s throwing himself bodily into the wooden bay doors of the warehouse, Tim has even managed to wrangle his tail into some semblance of order so it's not throwing off his balance so badly. 

The wood gives way easily, no match for Tim’s plated scales and thick hide. He skids across the warehouse floor, claws leaving gouges in his wake. Everything inside the building stops as Tim settles in the center of the room. No one so much as moves, too busy gaping at Tim to fire their guns and shoot off a burst of magic. His inner elf wants to preen at the stunned attention but Tim squashes the stupid impulse. 

Instead, he roars into the silence of the warehouse. The sound of it reverberates off the glass of the windows, completely destroying the ones closest to Tim. Tim’s tail swings back and forth agitatedly as he bears his teeth. The deep black of his smooth scales explode into a brief starburst of color when the light catches them like he’s been armored with plates of black opal. Tim rears his head back and roars with his whole chest this time as his tail slams into the floor and cracks the concrete.

The first roar was an announcement of his presence. The second is a warning to stay away from what is his.

[thoughts-ofawriter]

it is so writer core of me to be more excited about the story I will write after this one than the one I’m meant to be writing right now

[glassesanddisasters]

Current Wip, working on some sticker designs on the main bg3 companions, so here’s a look at the lineart for Karlach and Astarion

[abbeyofcyn]

[lilcatastrophe]

some turtleneck boys I was asked to make :D

here they are @silentwillowwhisperer !!

[batwynn]

Oh hey, I'm the artist of the day on Threadless today!

Oh god I didn't know they'd share my stupid little bio 🤣

[kyriathanatos]

Autistic breakdown! At my moms house