#Possibly?

[bastardalbum]

ST CHROMA + TYLER .

THOUGHT I WAS DEAD (2024)

[gh0styai]

The group tries their best :)

(Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’m busy with school and stuff!)

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Walk like an Egyptian 💫

[xaisee]

Turns your Lost Light spaceship into a space SHIP

just for the funsies

[thenightwolf51]

What if Alfred grew up in Amity park?

And that's the reason he can handle anything the batfam throws at him, keep the house perfect by himself, has lived for so long.

He grew up during Danny's time, with Danny later on being recognized as the world's first superhero.

Maybe he sends word to Danny the first time Alfred learns about the Lazarus pit but maybe Danny is too busy to deal with it at the time and it gets forgotten for a few years.

Maybe Alfred gets in contact again when Jason comes back. He know a bit about being liminal but isn't too sure how bes to care for a revenant/malnourished baby halfa.

Im not too sure, the main idea is"Alfred grew up with Danny in Amity Park"

This is intended for Old Souls, which is the platonic name for Danny/Alfred friend ship but it could be taken anywhere. Maybe Alfred's has a secret crush on Danny or maybe he fell in love with Jazz at some point pastor present, who's now an elegant old wise woman who takes no shit, secret wife, known wife the bats have just never met, amicable ex wife who's still a dear friend? idk

I kinda want to fit Wanderlust in there somewhere, which is the name for a Dani/Ellie and Bruce ship. I think the name works best if the ship happens or started during Bruce's traveling the world/training era.

Again, IDK. Just wanted to get the thoughts out of my head and am now tossing them to the void, and in the direction of a few particular people

@omnicrafts @hdgnj @percyisawesome @tathartiel @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @ailithnight

[bubblingsteam]

KIM KITSURAGI - I was born here. I grew up here. It's the only home I've ever known. And there's a good chance I'll die in the line of duty here, too.

But -- to most of my countrymen, I will always be some monkey fucker.

DISCO ELYSIUM - CONVERSATION #1201

[andersonfilms]

ಣ՞˚.┊ TWO LOVERS & AN OAK TREE

feat. duchess!abby x princess!reader

warnings. none really, this is a pure fluff fest with minimial angst splashed in the beginning, bad writing probably.

summary. caught in the quarrels of desires and duty, the aging duchess finds herself trapped in a craving she's sure cannot be satiatied, not until she has you.

duchess!abby who is known as the pariah of new york society. as much as her father tells her it doesn't bother him, she knows on some level it has too. it's silly to think it's only due to the fact of pursuing what she likes. at times, it drowns her, knowing she can't just be a bystander, but she tries to do it quietly. because of who her father is, abby's brother, her — all of it is inescapable. stupidly, they judged solely because she much rather preferred the women in tightened baby blue corsets and intricate ballgowns than the balding men with receding hairlines looking for their wives to take care of them, rather than searching for genuine connection. it didn’t really matter much anyways, abby would never want the life her father dreamed for her, kind man or not. she’d never want them the same way they pine after her. even if it was just a title they chased, but abby always thought it was more. every single candidate wanted to be the one to change her, break her into submission, be the one who reforms her from being a dyke.

duchess!abby who only gets by on her family name, a constant reminder her brother likes to make. it burns every time he says the world will never be ready for someone like you. there's time where abby starts to truly believe him. it's when she drowned her weight in bourbon, trying to forgot how much she hates herself for not being able to love a man, marry a man, swallow her personal desires and just give her father what he craves. but she can’t. she’ll never be able to, no matter how much shame it brings her family.

duchess!abby who doesn’t think much of it when her father tells her they’ll be hosting two siblings who unexpectedly lost both of their parents. she decides to make herself scarce when they arrive, abby doesn’t need the reminder of the grief she once felt. abby keeps herself busy in the study, tends to her required responsibilities. she hides, arguably what she’s best at.

duchess!abby who physically becomes aware of your presence when she faces you for the first time. abby had watched you from a distance but it’s precisely where it came to a halt. even if she knew it wasn’t the best idea, she couldn’t help herself. watching through precarious windows, slumped against a tree as your voice managed to pull her from a lively read, passing the hall and stopping to watch as her own brother, jackson, attempts to flirt but your eyes catch hers and abby would scurry in a blink of an eye. it’s the closest circumstance she could be with you. especially with her family after your title, but jackson seems to be positively smitten with you. he likes to think it was written in the stars, the two of you were fated or at least to him. the duke and the princess has a fine ring to it and their father had been a dog with a bone, pushing with a certain ending in sight. 

duchess!abby who is shocked to see you walk away from the her brother, who is clearly frustrated as you leave him alone by the front doors with your back turned. abby lets her eyes leave you. she has to. nothing good ever comes from tripping over women who she can’t have. you can never be hers, even if her idiot of a brother wasn’t involved, she couldn’t be with you in the way she wishes for. 

duchess!abby who tries greatly to keep away from you, but you do no such thing. you meet her next to the fountain in the garden abby finds solace in. you’re not speaking as you inch closer and closer to her, the tumbling feeling reels abby towards you — certainly doesn’t even seem fair at this point. she tries not to focus on the sweet scent of your body wash. lavender? eucalyptus? both? maybe. you haven’t said two words to her and abby is dying to dive between your thighs, touch your soft skin, kiss your stupidly perfect lips. truly, it’s entirely pathetic how quickly you turn her into a hormonal teenager, but it isn’t the case. not anymore. it flows through her bloodstream, crawling it’s way into her heart, itching for one taste of you. abby has to remind herself you can’t possible feel the same. a princess, it’s what you are, a beautiful, breathtaking royal who will find her match. if you knew the desire to take over her very essence, you’d be disgusted by her.

duchess!abby who can feel your eyes on looking up, trying to get her attention, but she knows once you have it she’ll never be able to let go. so, she takes another swing of the bourbon hoping the burn will ease the unsettling thought of you with her brother. it won’t but the thought it might could be comforting.

duchess!abby who tries to hide the strong-willed smile tempting to worm it’s way, your voice coaxing it out like a vixen. it’s natural the way you talk to her, like you’ve done it a thousand times before, going in explicit detail about her day. you make some stupid joke, it’s so dumb, but abby laughs. you smile, feeling like it’s a reward to receive just an ounce of her attention. she’s stubborn, difficult — but she’s different. anyone looking at her would tell you she’s different, but you can’t help but admire the way she looks in a white button up, underneath her black vest. she really isn’t anything a duchess should be, she presents herself more like a duke, but you’re so intrigued by her. so, you’re saying stupid jokes, once the first one rolls, you can’t stop.

duchess!abby who lets you get close to her after the first nights the two of you talked. you start meeting abby every day in the garden. you open to her about everything, trusting her almost immediately. she offers to take you on walks, the first three walks were platonic. conservatively, her hands held behind a strong back afraid her touch might burn you. abby’s built a strong wall around her, specifically catered to keep others out. day by day, her resolve slowly seemed to wither away the more time she spent with you.

duchess!abby who realizes just how much she cares about you when she lets you set in front of her, abby’s back resting against her favorite tree with you nestled warmly between her thighs. she takes note how your body slumps, your corset gone for the nightly rendezvous. abby lets her big hands roam your plush stomach, your slip is made of silk and it’s soft to touch. she can feel the way your body twitches as her thumbs rub delicate circles at your hips. you hum her name quietly, as if it’s supposed to help abby. everyone else, the women who had shown their interest are nothing compared to you. meaningless night caps to make her feel less lonely, but you? she’s starting to wonder if she is falling, hopelessly and abundantly, in love with you.

duchess!abby who doesn’t take the opportunity to kiss you then. she thinks about it constantly. irrevocably imprinted on her mind, she plays over your smile, the way you press impossibly close to her body, your delicate hands never leaving her thick thighs. abby over plays the way you hum her name sweetly send shivers through her her spine.

duchess!abby who doesn't think it's possible she'll over get over how beautiful you are. you’re wearing a slip abby hasn’t seen before, there’s a slit so high, abby sees stars. cerulean, blues get lost as she scans over your body. your skin look angelic as the moonlight bathed your skin, complexion practically glows from within. abby knows she won’t be able to control herself any longer. being with you will break her in half, might shatter her family, it will completely dissipate her reputation and yours, but a life knowing you seems all the more dreadful.

she can't take her eyes off you, as you carefully undo her dirty blonde locks. she lets you, and you love it. yearn for it more than you can handle, but you welcome the comforting feeling more than you can expect.

abby gazes at you fondly, lost in the feeling of loss, beauty, acceptance even lingering as she feels the warmth beneath her fingertips. she wonders if there is any light left in her to reach you and will it be enough? the duchess isn’t not sure but she accepts these moments as is.

“you’re distracting me.” you admit, thumb grazing over abby’s chin, her eyes lost in wonder as her eyes find you.

she blushes. you try not to let it inflate your head.

“how so?” she tilts her head, your grip firm, as her soft lips pout at you. as if she’s innocent by any means.

yeah. right.

it’s been a game of cat and mouse between the two of you. achingly, you don’t want to give in, but there’s no self-control to be found. not really, no anymore. tediously, as each week passes, you find yourself here every night, sitting on her comfortable thighs underneath the righteous protection of the oak tree.  

“i must go before i am missed. you should do the same.”

carefully, you motion to move your body away from her, but strong palms press against your lower back, the night gown thin enough you can feel her warmth. abby lunges you forward, there’s hardly any space left, your lips ghost over hers, taunting you as she teases. 

“i should do something, that much i am sure of.” abby declares as a confused gaze becomes you. 

“i need to—” abby halts, words failing her mind as she soothingly rubs your cheek, the pad of her thumb rubs circles over the smooth surface. 

“do what?” your own voice fails you as it shakes along with your trembling body, anticipation building, high enough for unsettling nerves to surface. achingly, her breath overwhelms your lips, your senses even. 

then there’s an omission, a secret you’ve also held in your heart, one that’s been as evident as the shine of the sun. the one you hope she felt too and now? you know for certain.  

“what i should have done many moons ago.” 

hope you enjoyed! lmk what you think. mwah!

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[kiwinatorwaffles]

i know it hasnt been a year yet but i felt like drawing the guy again. rewatching saiki k has been good for keeping me sane during college apps

[cissa-calls]

If Rio’s true identity really is death, how long was it until they met? When Agatha absorbed the magic of her coven, killing them, she immediately fled. When death surveyed the scene, did she wonder who could be powerful enough to do this? Was it a game of unintentional cat and mouse, with Agatha leaving behind a trail of drained witches and rio, death, followed, reaping souls and curious as to who was responsible? Curious and enamored. And if Agatha wasn’t in control of her powers, repeatedly absorbing magic and pilling up bodies, did she think herself a monster?

Agatha teetering on dying, expressing: “I don’t deserve to live, not after what I’ve done. I lied, I tried, but it was all a lie! I told them I can be good, but I can’t! I just- everyone I touch! My being, my magic! There is no good in me.”

And Rio, perhaps appearing in a physical form in the space between the living and dead, telling her: “You are extraordinary, witch. You control what I cannot, conducting energy. The movement of life itself. I can only reap what others sow.”

Rio, enamoured that a mortal being could control what she, whose job as death, was to claim the remnants of, but wasn’t allowed to interfere with. And Agatha, shocked that someone so divine, so powerful, would find beauty in her and her darkness.

But why is Rio, as emphasized by her surname “Vidal” so full of vitality? “They always think me so dark, a shriveled, dying thing. But I can make the flowers bloom, where do you think they rise from?”

Agatha knows. “The decay of others. The transference of energy is natures song. If anything, like my magic, I am the shriveled, decaying thing, not you. You are natural, promised. I am not.”

But Rio can feel Agatha’s pulse, has witnessed her chaotic explosions of magic that elapse time and fuses other witches vitality to her own. She is alive, disruptive to the cycle, but that isn’t what makes her so intriguing? “Whoever said that a wilted flower is any less fragrant, any less beautiful?”

Maybe this dance took centuries, maybe years. But they were never far apart.

[idiotwithanipad]

May have figured something out?...

[gh0styai]

Drew this for the background of my tablet! The hatching took hours D:

[grainlord-town]

IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING OC SACRIFICES...

gently hands you my self insert. same character, just two different forms - the wings in the first form are also optional i do not draw them 99% of the time hdjsbfj

8 characters most of whom i've never drawn before? yeah sure i'm down for that. anyway i saw you're pretty into these guys so i figured i'd draw em too

[kaleidoscope-of-thoughts]

Soft Villain

“Stop, stop…” Hero whispered shakily as the shadows of Villain’s team surrounded them. They squinted their eyes shut while their ears rung, desperately trying to sink into the floor.

“Everyone move away from Hero…now,” Villain’s authoritative voice spoke from the crowd and the chatter slowly tapered off.

Hero still couldn’t see what was happening, but they sensed Villain bend down in front of them.

“Hey, are you okay?” Villain questioned in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “are you hurt?” Hero jerked a bit when they felt a soft touch, Villain was holding their hand.

“Shh, sorry, it’s just me…are you hurt, Hero?” They asked again, kindly.

Hero shook their head and finally opened their eyes. They were met with a sympathetic gaze from Villain who was absentmindedly rubbing their thumb up and down the back of Hero’s hand.

“Good that’s good, why don’t I help you up and you can come with me, hm?” Villain tilted their head in a questioning gesture, the corners of their lips lifting into an ever so subtle smile.

With some trepidation, Hero nodded. They had no where else to go anyway, but Villain didn’t need to know that.

Villain stood still grasping Hero’s hand and gently pulled them up, slipping an arm around their waist when Hero faltered.

“Easy, easy, I got you. Thought you said you weren’t hurt,” Villain gave Hero a once over to confirm or deny the earlier claim, but Hero spoke up first.

“Not…hurt, I’m just…tired,” Hero’s words were slurred slightly and they leaned further into Villain.

“Oh, I see, well I’ve got a nice warm bed waiting for you upstairs,” Villain smiled again and the pair slowly made their way through Villain’s headquarters to the extra bedroom

They had many questions for why Hero had showed up that night, for now though they needed some comfort, and Villain was going to give just that.

[hannahlockillustration]

Flux.

[marypawpinz]

Hold on a second

Is it possible that Teen is actually Nicholas Scratch?

Cause Jen’s whole “she probably wouldn’t recognize him if he showed up on her doorstep” felt a bit too on the nose.

I mean, it seems like Agatha lost him (or traded him possibly) when he was an infant which would explain why he wouldn’t know the truth.

Like, I want to believe he’s Billy and I really hope he is, but it seems a lot more logical to me that her own son would come looking for her rather than Wanda’s.

Then again, I could be falling for a red herring. I don’t even know what to think