#IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!

[a-driftamongopenstars]

HAPPY FINAL SHAPE DAY *explodes*

[ceryulean]

"You're wearing it wrong, Ivan---You're gonna catch a cold!"

Ivantill week 2024, day 1: Autumn/Sick!

[beanghostprincess]

A tale of daisies & larkspurs

For @sanusoweek || Day 2: Fairy Tale / WLW (pretend this was posted on time)

Relationship: Sanji/Usopp (F/F)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Recommend reading on Ao3 but the main ones are: Transphobia, gender dysphoria, child/domestic abuse, and violence (I swear this is happy too don't get tricked by my angst)

Chapters: 14/14

Summary:

‘I love you’, her mother always says. ‘My precious daughter. My angel.’ But her father’s words are still louder. “It is the only thing he will never be able to obtain.” He turns around to approach her numb body, as she uses her last efforts to hold on to Pedro’s armor. Judge doesn’t smile, but he has all the fun in the world when he frowns with disgust at his son. Son. “A true love kiss.” — Usopp smells like wild berries, daisies, and wood. Like ancient books, fire, and dirt. Like chemicals, poison, and deadly flowers. Like sunlight, wet grass, and thousands of thousands of songs Sanji hasn’t been able to hear. It is impossible to know what a song smells like, but she is quite sure they all have the scent of that music box Usopp made for her. She always brings gifts whenever she comes. It makes the princess feel less trapped and more… It wouldn’t be more, since she isn’t even a bit free. But it makes her feel free. Liberation, that’s what she smells like. Freedom.

Read on Ao3!!!

More of my works!

Check out @aimtodraw's fanart here!!! I loved it so so much and I had to hold myself back from screaming in the middle of work when I saw it--

Also @the-orion-inexpirience's art I asked them to draw quite obviously inspired by this fic!!!!!!! It inspired me so much to keep writing!!!

[maisonbelligavi]

The curse has finally been broken!!!😭😭

[mipwrites]

A Court of Snow and Shadow Multi || Romance & Mystery || Azriel x OFC

Read on Ao3 || playlist || masterlist

Chapter One: Visions Within Half Sleep

There was a sickness in the Winter Court. Sickness or plague weren’t unheard of within the populations of Prythian, despite what mortals may have believed.  It was admittedly more common for Lesser Fae species to fall into the clutches of an illness, if truth were to be told, but High Fae were known to on, rare occasion, fall ill of maladies.  More commonly they were made through war or bloodshed – such as an open wound left to fester or exposure to extreme elements. But the sickness that lurked in the Winter Court was different, supposedly. Azriel had heard rumblings – a mysterious illness that was plaguing the High Fae of Kallias’ Court for almost a fortnight now; each report from one of his spies growing more concerning than the last. The shadowsinger glared at the door of his High Lord’s study, his arms folded across his chest – the smooth wood of the carved bannister digging into his back as he leaned against it. Mor had disappeared within almost forty-five minutes prior, having been summoned by Rhysand before Azriel.  Without Azriel. The shadows around him flickered, jolting as if they had been struck and Az shifted against the bannister, tucking his wings in tighter. He wasn’t…offended wasn’t the right word.  He wasn’t irritated, he assured his own mind.  Mor was Rhysand’s Third.  Technically, she had seniority over him. But knowledge was Azriel’s true source of power, Siphons aside.  His mind was a library of scrolls – of tidbits and meshed together truths that could tear down empires if left to spun out on their own. He alone held the keys.  He alone bore the complete burden of the secrets he collected. So to be left out, on the outskirts or behind a door – it bothered him.

Continue Reading on Ao3

playlist || masterlist

A/N: Oh my god. Guys. It's finally here. I did chop this chapter up into two parts, mostly because we were approaching thirty. Pages. But hopefully you guys enjoy it and will be excited for chapter two!

[longing4yesterday]

paul becomes enamored with a young man named john, who lives on the farm next door. the two become incredibly close, spending every day together. but when tragedy strikes, paul becomes determined to retrieve his love from the cold grasp of death any way possible.

[harrylights]

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This is a space for content creators who make gifs, edits, digital art, drawings, paintings, fan merch, or any other art form that includes larrie themes, and Harry or Louis content as well. Chat with each other, make friends, be gay, do crime, etc.

Fill out the google form to submit your application, and be ready to fill out a cute little introduction once you're added to the server!

Note: This is a strictly 18+ space, where no bigotry of any kind will be tolerated. You don't have to be a super active artist to join, if you've ever made H/L art before and want to be part of the community, feel free to submit your application

[shifuaang]

“I use my action to move in close to the dragon’s head,” Eddie remarked, sliding his miniature over so that he was face to face with the beast. “I unsheath my dagger before declaring, ‘Isabeau, this is for you.’ With deft hands, I plunge the dagger into the dragon’s eye.”  Chrissy brought her hands to her mouth with the gasp that escaped her, almost immediately feeling self-conscious for reacting so strongly to what was happening only in their collective imaginations. A part of her kept expecting everyone to turn around and call her ridiculous, but just as had been the case throughout the game, nobody laughed at her. Nancy’s face had contorted into a preoccupied frown, and Robin’s and Steve’s expressions were both versions of disbelief. Chrissy felt a bloom of affection for Eddie’s Puppetmaster, who seemed so determined to keep her character alive.

Read here on AO3, Rated T, Chrissy x Eddie, Robin x Nancy

[avatarskywalker78]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R.R. Martin

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Major Character Death

Relationships: Lyanna Stark & Original Female Character(s), Ned Stark & Original Female Character(s), Jon Snow & Original Female Character(s), Jaime Lannister & Original Female Character(s), Lyanna Stark & Ned Stark, Howland Reed & Ned Stark

Characters: OC Lissa Blackwood, Lyanna Stark, Jon Snow, Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister (mentioned), Howland Reed, Original Characters, Rhaegar Targaryen (mentioned)

Additional Tags: Canonical Character Death, Heavy Angst, Death in Childbirth, R + L = J ┃ Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents, Past Lyanna Stark/Rhaegar Targaryen, Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Rhaegar Targaryen Bashing, Melissa blames Rhaegar for Lyanna's death, (and partly blames herself as well), Survivor Guilt, Jon Snow is not called Aegon, Blood, Implied/Referenced Character Death, (the Targaryens)

Series: Part 1 of the raven, the lion, and the wolf

Summary:

Melissa Blackwood - known as Lissa to her best friends - witnesses Lyanna's death in childbirth, after being kept prisoner in the Tower of Joy, and reels from the loss and the events that led up to it. And though she wants to protect the child, she doesn't know how she can possibly do so, after everything...

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[peachy-rambles]

When All the Stars Align - a Techza fic

Rating: Explicit Status: in-progress Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Royalty, Warlord Technoblade, Empress Philza, Trans Phil, Trans Male Character, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, Politics, Unhealthy Relationships, Mpreg, Animal Transformation, Phil is Bad at Feelings, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Techza is endgame, Sam is a bitch but we love him anyway ❤️

Summary: At age 6, out of countless noble and upper class families, Philza was chosen to be engaged to the Crown Prince in an arranged marriage.

At age 15, The Crown Prince and his fiance were adored by the country, often being referred to as a pair of “lovebirds”.

At age 20, Phil married the Crown Prince.

At age 24, Sam was crowned Emperor and Phil became the Empress.

At age 29-

At age 35, Phil had become the perfect Empress and could not imagine his life as any different from the one that had been planned for him ever since he was 6 years old.

Unbeknownst to Phil, his entire life as Empress of Pandora was about to be derailed, and he would soon meet the man who would open up a new path in life for him.

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A Remarried Empress AU featuring Phil and Techno, Sam, Tommy and the rest of the DSMP cast.

[kurozero]

"I heard that this town has a really strong Substitute Soul Reaper."

[forlornmelody]

Outlaws, Chapter 1: Raise Hell

Rating: Explicit (Smut, violence, drug addiction.)

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (2018-2023) to be specific.

Ship: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson. Rose Wilson/Roy Harper. Jason Todd/Roy Harper, Rose Wilson/Artemis of Bana-Mighdall,

Summary:  The road to redemption is fraught with twists and turns, especially when one has been to hell and back. Jason Todd swore he'd never work with a team again, but when a familiar foe shows up in Gotham, A.R.G.U.S. leaves him little choice.

Note: chapter titles are named for songs from my Outlaws playlist. This one is named for "Raise Hell" by Dorothy.

Link: here

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Normally Amanda Waller puts out her clove cigarettes on the ground with her heel. This time she hands the butt to her assistant. “Find a trash can.” Few things faze her, not after years in her line of work. But the sight before her eyes makes her reach for her lighter. “Run me through the facts.” 

The Gotham CSI wrinkles his nose. Funny, that the guy has a sense of smell at all after living in this cesspool. Recent transplant, maybe? “We’re waiting for confirmation toxicology, but it looks like they all died of a severe fungal infection.” He leads Waller through the scene, pausing by each body, labeled by number. “Weird thing though, we didn’t find any in the ventilation system.” The corpses look like they’ve rested at the bank for ages– mushrooms growing out of their eyes, their mouths, their ears–popping out of their armpits, their shirt sleeves–even their toes. 

Waller clicks her tongue. “Lamia spores.”

“Ma’am?”

Forget the cigarette. She needs a stiff bourbon to wash this dry musk out of her throat. “Things just got a lot more complicated.” Waller turns abruptly, heading for the bullet-proofed van she arrived in. “I gotta make a phone call.”

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“You’ve no idea the trouble you’re in, do you?”

Jason Todd sits in an interrogation room, handcuffed to the back of his chair. His Red Hood helmet rests on the table in front of him, in reach and out of reach at the same time. Across the table stands a black woman with short, almost buzzed-cut blonde hair. She works with Barbara, doesn’t she? 

“I dunno, lady. Should I?” He lets loose his smirk, eyeing her like a cat eyes a bird. 

The lady frowns grimly. “You’re too hot for Blackgate.”

“Why thank you.”

She ignores him. “And those too hot for Blackgate go to Belle Reve.”

That stops him cold. Belle Reve is Amanda Waller’s high security zoo. One of the few prisons in the country not stuffed to the brim with convicts, cause it’s really just a funnel for her pet project: The Suicide Squad. 

“So you’ve heard of it.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “So who’s on the other side of that mirror? Gordon? Waller?” 

“Your ticket away from getting a bomb installed in your brain.” 

His boots aren’t chained to anything. Interesting. Jason tilts his chair back, bracing one boot against the edge of the table. “Look, lady. I can make a deal with Satan himself, but I gotta see him face to face first.” 

The door clicks open, and she steps in wearing loafers. Real snakeskin by the look of it. Black slacks. Burgundy sweater. Smart watch. Her raven-silk hair swept into a neat ponytail. Really, she could pass for your average schoolteacher if she wasn’t one of the most terrifying women on earth. “I can take it from here, Vee. Thank you.”

He’s only seen her on Batman’s computer. Always thought she’d be taller. This woman had Deathstroke’s kid? More than that–Adeline Kane (or does she still go by Wilson?) taught Slade Wilson how to fight. In a way, she’s at least partially responsible for the hell Jason went through two years ago. 

“Jason Peter Todd. You ended Batman. Wrecked Gotham City. You turned one of my agents and nearly fucked my most important mission.”

Agent? Was she still military? “Flattered, lady. But you still haven’t told me why I’m–” Jason rattles at his cuffs, “--here.”

“I should kill you.”

Really, Jason should keep his mouth shut. One does not talk smack to someone as powerful as her. Not if they want to remain intact. “I’m already dead, lad–”

“But one doesn’t destroy a weapon one can use.” Adeline Kane whips out a key and unlocks Jason’s cuffs. “Let me introduce you to your team.” She heads out the door, not waiting for him to follow. 

Rubbing his wrists, Jason glances up and down the nondescript hallway. He sees doors on either side, and a fire exit at the far end. “I don’t do teams anymore, lady.”

“It’s Adeline. And it’s my team, or Waller’s. Your choice.” Slade’s ex (or would she be his widow now?) stops just before the last door on the left, pushing it open. She folds her arms as she waits for him. “I don’t have all day, Todd.”

Slipping inside, Jason has another comeback ready, but it falls soundlessly from his lips when he sees those seated inside. “Donna?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Donna smirks, but her eyes stare him down dead. Fuck. She knows about Hank. 

“I–” Jason starts to say, but then he sees the young man sitting next to her, and he feels lightheaded. 

The second ghost waves back, a shit-eating grin on his face. As if he had never died in the first place. As if his death hadn’t completely destroyed Jason Todd’s miserable life. 

Jericho Fucking Wilson. 

Adeline shuts the door behind them. “Jason Todd, codename: RED HOOD, meet your team.”

He should probably sit down, but his legs won’t move. Act cool. Still wanting to keel over, he leans back against the door, folding his arms.

“Roy Harper–” A dude with ginger hair salutes casually in Jason’s direction. “--codename: ARSENAL.”

“You already know Donna Troy, codename WONDERGIRL.” Donna’s smile vanishes. If looks could kill…

Adeline’s steel voice softens just slightly. “My son, Jericho.” No codename? Jason quirks an eyebrow but says nothing. The rest of his brain is too occupied trying to figure out how dear Addie Kane found another Lazarus Pit. 

“Artemis of Bana Migdal.” A tall, auburn-haired, and olive-skinned woman nods at him, her arms folded. She could probably fold him in half if she wanted to. “Codename–”

Artemis clears her throat. “I do not need a–”

Adeline continues without so much as a side-glance. “GRACE.” 

Artemis’s mouth slams shut–her bright green eyes flashing. 

“And lastly–Jericho.” Her mouth twists. “Where’s your goddamn sister?” 

No.

Jericho lets out a heavy breath, his hands signing his reply. 

“Go get her, please.” Jericho rises from his seat, hurrying into the hallway. 

Fuck, no. 

“Assuming she’s still breathing.” Donna murmurs. Funny, Jason’s pretty sure he’s not breathing either. 

Fuck fuck fuck. Jason would kill for a beer right now. Actually, that window across the room seems like a nice one to jump out of. They’re on the ground floor, right? He should run. He just needs to pick up his fucking feet and go, but they won’t move. C’mon. C’mon. 

The door opens again. She stumbles in, her platinum hair greasy and disheveled. Jericho closes the door behind them and Rose Wilson flops into the nearest empty chair. Without even looking at him, or anyone really, she folds her arms on the table and uses them as a pillow. 

So, some of us is real and some of us isn’t?

No! No, this is real.

“Glad you could bother to join us, Rose.”

“Where was she?” Artemis asks, quirking an eyebrow.

Jericho signs “Gym.”

Donna smirks. “You owe me twenty, Harper.”

Roy sighs as he fishes out his wallet. “You okay, Rose?”

She opens her eyes briefly, then closes them. 

“Rose?” Adeline asks, and when she doesn’t get a response, she slams her hands on the table. “Rose. LIllian. Wilson!”

Rose jerks awake, her bloodshot eyes glaring with fury. She almost looks like she’s about to snap out some retort, but she leans back in her seat instead. Too exhausted to argue? Yeah, Jason remembers the feeling with an anvil dropping in his stomach. Out of habit, he reaches into his pocket for the inhaler that isn’t there. That won’t be there ever again. Fuck.

A glimmer of a proud smile ghosts across Adeline’s face. “Now that you’re all here. It’s time to introduce you to your first assignment.” She flips the light switch off, and nods at Vee to turn the projector on. How the fuck did Vee even get in this tiny-ass room without him noticing? Jason shakes it off. 

Roy lets out a low whistle. 

“Oh shit,” Donna murmurs. 

Jason turns back to the screen, and he swears under his breath. Two bright green eyes stare back at him, with matching green lipstick and glossy red hair. 

Poison Ivy. 

[zaras22]

the full drawing for my venti nb au @draemyr @banterismylovelanguage

I actually wanted to post this... a long time ago but! hehe it's finally here

also the text next to nb and venti at the top says:

venti: What will I do if they hate me?

nb: I'm sure they won't!

and so venti lived with the people, then the revolution came and unfortunately, nb died in the end anyways :(

I don't really have more context for this but xhdb you're free to make something up!

[pbabel]

Misokazu Kyouko

"My Condition?‎ Oh, silly darling... I come and go as I please!"

Mark of Awake. The mastermind. A four-tailed kitsune who's also a time goddess. As the one behind the whole thing, she has the ability to come and go as she pleases, though she'd much rather stay with her Wanderers. Rei's milestones would be advanced through conversations with Kyouko.

Her appearance is that of a tall woman with fair skin and long, white hair that falls straight down her back. She wears a traditional Japanese outfit, the most important features of which are her haori and hat. The haori is black, with plum blossoms embroidered in red, and the hat is a conical straw hat painted black, with a red trim to match. Her weapon is a katana with a stone set into the base of blade, somehow. She also bears a few scars, notably one under her left eye and one on her back.

The way kitsune work in this canon is thus: they gain a new tail and a new power each time they reincarnate. Kyouko's first life afforded her power over nature, her second fire, her third time, and her fourth space. It usually takes a whole (very long) lifetime for her to master a power, so she doesn't have all that much control over space just yet. However, with the experience of three lives behind her, she has become somewhat of a master craftswoman. She created all her own clothes, and most of the Wanderers' weapons.

In terms of personality, I suck at describing personalities, but I'll try. Kyouko is a confident, outgoing person, owing to her great power and wisdom accumulated over three long lives. She has enough experience to know what her Wanderers need to grow as people, and gave each of them their Marks, Conditions and weapons accordingly. She's the kind of person who likes teasing people, and doesn't hesitate to show affection to those she likes. She has a particular fondness for Rei in general, often calling her things like "darling" or "honey."

Mark: Awake. Weapon: Katana. Condition: N/A.

[never-sated]

[panstarry]

heads up: this games charity bundle was finally approved on itch.io! it opens this friday, april 12th, and will run for a week. all proceeds will go to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund.

you can check out the bundle on itch.io and follow @vgforpalestine on twitter for more updates!

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EDIT: as of april 20th, 2024 this bundle is now live!!