#Curse Verse

[braincrabart]

Weevil photo source

speaking of weird animals, been working on a Giraffe Weevil. He's a construction worker, and his base outfit might change- but I love this dude already

Scrapped concepts below the read more

I think I might of deleted some- but if you cant tell I started with a pretty bad reference of the weevils face lol. Once I fixed that the design came together much fasted- always use Multiple References ough

[braincrabs]

Azul, Black Mamba

[faithfire-writes]

It’s Worldbuilding Wednesday!

And I’m back to working on my Curse ‘Verse! Ask away!

[royalarmyofoz]

[pandadrake]

Protector of the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse vs. the Daddest Dad to ever Dad. (Having one meaningful conversation with Jeff would probably kill him irl.)

[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a conversation i walked past during my commute this morning

Eddie is outside when Steve arrives home from work, sitting on the front porch and waiting for their daughters’ bus to drop them off from school.

“Hey!” Eddie grins as Steve makes his way up the steps, “You’re home early.”

“Last client of the day canceled,” he replies, and he grabs Eddie’s hands to pull him to his feet and into a long kiss.

“I love you,” Steve said when he pulled away, snaking his arms around Eddie’s waist to hold him close, “So much.”

“I love you too, Stevie,” Eddie laughed, “Something happen today?”

“Not really. There’s just this guy – the guy who started at my practice last month.”

“The one you don’t like?” Eddie clarifies.

“Ed – I hate him. He came in all smug and smiling today and looked so thrilled to be there, and someone was like dude, what’s your deal? And he had the audacity to say, my wife is home with two sick kids, so…”

Eddie made a face.

“Like, don’t sound so fuckin’ proud of yourself, man,” Steve continued, shaking his head, “Whatever. Anyways, I looked at his schedule and – get this – he had one client today. At three in the afternoon. So he spent the entire day lounging around the office doing jack shit while his wife was home with a sick baby and toddler.”

“What a prick.”

“Right? Anyways, I just want to make sure you know how much I appreciate you and how you stay home with our ridiculous children while I go to work, and that I’m thinking about you guys all day, and all I ever really want is to be home with you.”

“I know you do,” Eddie tells him, because he totally does. He knows it in the way Steve’s week is about as short as it’s allowed to be, and in the way he always checks in on Eddie when he gets home to feel out the day he’d had and to give him a “night off” if he needs one.

Steve nods, and then he adds, “When I was leaving I made a whole point of saying, like, headed home to spend time with my husband and children who I adore more than anything.”

“Of course you did.”

“Kind of forgot he’s also a licensed and practicing therapist so he totally knew I was being passive aggressive.”

[honeyglas]

This house is empty. All its inhabitants are buried.

Silly strahd dnd au where you find out that a previous reincarnation of you is buried in this massive manor and also your previous lovers are stalking you slowly through the dark hallways. Be careful

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

"Chat? get a look at this guy, how did they make a chatter phone man, more of a twink then me?"

"LOOK AT THIS MAN."

"I DON'T EVEN WANNA EAT HIS SHOES, I JUST WANT TO STARE AT HIM UNTILL HE GET'S UNCOMFERTABLE AND LEAVES."

"I both highly respect him, and highly hate him."

"I hate him because he's more smug then me, which isn't very ohio, you know?"

"but I can appreciate the drip."

[leafaske]

exactly how trashed did i get last night

[kate-komics]

I can not, and will not be normal about him.

[iwasbored777]

Luv it cuz he's like "that's funny" but you can tell he already regrets entering this universe

[braincrabart]

i dont think this girl ever got a solo post! She's an alicorn astronaut, still needs a name though lol.

[braincrabs]

Britta! this is pretty old now but im shocked by how much i still love it

[faithfire-writes]

1, 6, 29, 39, 47, 81, 100!

Yay ask! 1. I think Aurora fell first, but Gregory fell harder. She relied on his guidance in the Dreaming, and while he kept telling himself that she was just a way to break his Curse, he fell HARD. 6. Greogry would 100% ask this and Aurora would laugh, smack him, and then tease him about how she would get him his own worm bed and worm castle and worm crown. 29. Aurora is worried that Gregory was unintentionally using her to break the Curse, and that her developing feelings for him was a waste of time. Gregory worries that Aurora won't be as invested in him by the time he figures out how they can be together. 39. Gregory is the better dance. He's a prince and was trained. Aurora is light on her feet, thanks to her training, but she forgets the steps or is too wooden/jerky in her movements. 47. Gregory would absolutely turn dark to protect Aurora. She's been through so much and he hates to see her in pain. 81. Bit of a train wreck, since Gregory scared the crap out of her in the Dreaming. She had to get used to another person being there, and he was admittedly somewhat snarky and condescending at first, due to being raised noble. 100. Aurora: (mad at someone who insulted Gregory) SOMEONE WILL DIE Gregory: (planning a party to wine and dine his way into the person's good graces) OF FUN

[shiftingmuse]

continuation of x {Rumbelle; Arranged Marriage AU}

Gold would return with a secondary cup still steeping, as he would sit the item down on the table near her but not directly next to her. "No, my dear, no acceptance just yet." He tells her as he stands there next to the table, holding himself up by the cane in his hand. "We need to flesh things out properly, both your stipulations and my own." The way this arrangement was going to work, if it would work at all, was by understanding one another and working together as a partnership rather than two people in love.

"Remember, even if we don't agree on all the terms, we can figure out a way to make this work. That's why we both need to discuss this and make certain everything we both want is equal." 

[ragnarokhound]

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Okay this response got long so it's going under a cut, haha, enjoy!!

The curse is cruel. "You really think that you're a better Robin?" Jason sneers. His blood coats Jason's fist. "A better Robin?" Tim echoes through bloody teeth.

"That's what I said, pretender. Haven't you got any words of your own? You have to steal those from me too?" "Steal? From me too?" He gasps. The questions burn his mouth like acid, frustration and rage held prisoner by his traitorous tongue. Jason's brow furrows, then smooths in the space of an instant. "Pathetic," Jason taunts, abandoning confusion for disgust and disappointment. In a sharp, painful crack of his fist, the world goes black before Tim can agree. *** "How long has it been?" Jason says. It's been years. Smoke curls between the gaps in his cupped hands as the brief burst of flame dies to an ember, glowing vermillion at the end of his cigarette. "Long," Tim answers with a sigh. He can't even sign his own words, his hands always twisting into shapes first held by someone else's mouth. By the last person who spoke to him. The railing of the fire escape is icy beneath his elbows. He should have worn a thicker jacket, but he didn't have time tonight. Jason is leaving in the morning, and Tim wanted to see him before he goes. This new thing between them, this friendship on the cusp of something else— is fragile and hard-won. Tim wants to nurture it, to see if the warmth roiling under the surface can be coaxed to blazing life. Jason shuts his lighter with a snap. His shoulder is warm against Tim's. Tim watches him breathe in poison, and envies the poison. "And no one's figured it out? Who did this to you?" Tim rolls his eyes. "Figured it out," he restates flatly. Of course he knows who did this to him. Of course Bruce and the rest know. The who was easy. Fae and demons aren't subtle, and they aren't exactly commonplace. It makes for a short list to dig through. Jason grins, cherry-red and laughing at him. "Right, right. I mean, you ever figure out how to fix it? How to get your own words back? Yes or no," he tacks on helpfully. Only seldom does Jason remember to do that, to give Tim more options to choose from. It's not that he doesn't care, or that he isn't careful with his words. He just doesn't have to be. He's always had a knack for guessing what Tim means on the first try. Now that he isn't trying to punish Tim for using Jason's words like their his own. Like what he'd done with Robin.

Tim used to resent it, that of all the people in the world to guess what he's feeling, Jason Todd could do it best. Used to. Tim looks away. "Fix it," he murmurs. "Yes." Not that it matters. Jason cocks his head. His cigarette burns between his fingers, half-forgotten. "Why the fuck haven't you, then? If it were me—" Jason cuts himself off with a self-conscious laugh. "Ah, forget it. I'm sure you'd love to if you could, right?" Tim's eyes go wide. Jason's never said that to him before. One word of three that make the key. Tim knows what he feels. He knows how to break it. "And give the son of a bitch responsible a kiss in the teeth for good measure," Jason continues, oblivious to the effect of his words. Tim seizes Jason's arm, ignoring how he flinches. Hope is fleeting enough as it is. "Wha—" "Love to," Tim interrupts, urgent, heart tripping in his chest. "You..." He swallows, his throat closing up, not sure if he can say the last word. Not because of any curse, but because it's— it's too much. It's too bold. It won't work. So why not try? Jason stares at him, waiting for him to speak. "...kiss," he whispers. Tim begs him to understand. Jason raises his eyebrows. "...kiss?" Jason echoes softly, his voice thick. He cups the back of Tim's head in his free hand. "You want to kiss me, babybird?" He's relaxed a fraction, and Tim can tell he still doesn't get it. The one time he doesn't understand the full depth of Tim's meaning, and it had to be now. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Before Tim can express just how unimpressed he is by— Jason kisses him. He tastes like smoke and a hint of mint, and like skin and teeth and tongue. He licks into Tim's mouth when he gasps, and swallows every sound he makes. Like it's not enough to own Tim's words; he needs to own the rest of him as well. Tim doesn't even know if it will work. What makes a love true, anyway? When you've bled and fought for it, tooth and nail? When you didn't even want it at first, but you know, like it was inevitable, that you can't live anymore without it squeezing your heart in its fist? When magic cannot bind you anymore, because you don't belong wholly to yourself alone. When you've chosen to be beholden. When it was never a choice at all. The autumn air is freezing, but Jason's hands are searing hot on Tim's face, burning his cheeks with the shape of his fingers. Tim doesn't remember tucking his hands under Jason's jacket, or finding the broad stretch of his shoulderblades with his palms. But when he grazes the skin at the back of his neck, just above Jason's shirt collar, he shivers in Tim's grip. Jason pulls away abruptly, and Tim protests. "Do you want—" Jason started to ask. "Jason," Tim huffs, breathless. "Why'd you stop?" It rings in the air between them, clear as a bell. They both freeze. "...Tim?" Jason asks slowly. "Did you just—" "Jason," Tim says again, disbelieving. Then wondering. It's the first word that's belonged solely to him in years. The first word that's his. "Jason."

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