#Siblings aight?

[naurasweetarudesu]

Douglas (The Talyllyn Railway one, not the standard gauge one): "Hey, Duncan? Can I ask why'd you like to smacks my head without reason sometimes?"

Duncan: "It's the Cain Instincts took over."

Douglas: "THE WHAT??? Wait, I'm the Abel in this situation???" 😰

[kindred-spirit-93]

cassandra & hector

dont look too closely pls and ty. quick doodle of them to celebrate having achieved like a seventh of todays work goal lol :')

exam tomorrow!! ill hopefully be back to write my heart out for the sillies in the evening, i have so many hcs and stuff so ill wait and see :]

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in the meantime: to me they are twins! before cass got her prophetic powers and their relationship soured, theyd stay up late and swap tea (they have dirt on everyone and their mother) & bully paris together. the classic "we found u on the streets somewhere and took u in" lol

if theres drama brewing in the palace kingdom u can trust them to be the very first to know lol. they both have glorious hair bc i say so, and blue and red are their colours and paris gets purple :D

hector was supposed to be looking at his nails while casually dropping the most scalding tea known to ancient greece lmao but i cant draw hands to save my life. anyway yes. them <3

[nestingdoves]

♡ dexter morgan x sibling reader

♡ incest. implied biological but adopted works.

♡ gender unspecified reader. jealousy, possessiveness (reader towards dexter). anger issues (reader). reader has repressed murder tendencies. manslaughter/murder cover-up (dexter and reader). depictions of gore. sibling kissing. reader is a lil freaky about dexter being bloodied.

♡ don't like? block/scroll and move on, easy peasy

imagine you and your brother dexter getting adopted by the morgan family. you, who always clutched tightly to dexter. you're practically inseparable, though that's mostly on account of your clinginess.

but you're otherwise the perfect child - withdrawn, dutiful, getting along better with your foster mother than your other two new family members. always cleaning up, tidying up beds, getting lunches ready - always stuffing another granola bar in dexter's lunch because that specific flavour is the one he likes.

things with debra are horrible. you're always antagonizing each other, subtly underdoing each other's work, tattling to your mom and dad about every other thing.

only dexter can get you to behave, his brow setting and lips pressed together. "that's not how we're supposed to act."

the conflict with debra is really the only issue you have with your adopted family- that and how venemously protective you are of dexter. going somewhere? you need to sit beside him. he stole debra's food? you'll either own up to it and proclaim that he'd do no such thing. (you watched him eat it.)

but you don't display the same tendencies as your brother; so when harry takes you out, sitting you in a boat and asking if you ever felt urges... you say no. because you haven't. not in the same way that dexter does. but all the same, he knows something is off.

and when dexter comes home with bloodied shoes, you clean it off, scrubbing your fingertips raw. when someone is bothering you, picking on someone, you tell dexter first. ride home, call dexter. want to go to the theatre, call dexter. nightmare, crawling into dexter's bed.

harry is, understandably concerned at how close you are with dexter but doesn't act on it. yet.

but there's a yawning reach inside you, something that demands to snap, a temper short and fists fast. but dexter always takes you back, reminding you how to act. to behave. though he never reprimands you whenever you deck someone for calling your brother "weird".

when he goes to the dance, you sit at home, knuckles tight, breath hot as you think of some girl putting hands on your dexter. but when he comes home, tells you how boring it is, you exhale, breath shuddering in your chest. because he's still yours.

still yours even when he comes home with lipstick stains on his neck, yours when he comes into your room the second you make a distressed noise. he's yours when he catches you staring at your hand once when you cut your palm, watching the blood rain down your wrist (and it haunts like a memory). yours when his calloused hands, strange cuts on his own palms as he wraps your hand up.

he's yours, yours, yours.

and you'll hurt anyone who gets in your way.

but even then he's yours when he's teaching you to drive and he's talking about some girl harry wants him to see. about debra who grabbed his sweater without asking.

you see red, red, red, and hear a woman screaming as your foot hits the metal. only interrupted by dexter's calm "there's a person in the road" moments before you crunch right into them.

neither of you move, sitting their casually in the car, as if you didn't just run someone over. the windows are down, the evening air washing over your skin. you can hear moaning and crying outside your window. can see dexter's eyes watch you through the rearview mirror. he doesn't say anything.

but neither do you.

he doesn't say anything when you reserve the car and rev right back over them, feeling the car jolt beneath you both. you continue to smear guts and entrails over the pavement until the sounds stop.

"stay here." he says, a heavy sigh leaving his mouth, jaw setting as he unclips his belt. you watch him through the rearview window as he opens the trunk, pulling out bags and some cleaning junk that he left inside.

when you climb out, he passes you a pair of gloves. something inside you squirms, hot and sticky, as you look at the gore pressed into the tires. seeing dexter work, muscles flexing under his shirt, mouth drawn into a thin line, pulling intestines from the undercarriage.

an itch started inside you, gnawing at your gut and bones, a presence that demands the harvest. as always, you listen to every word dexter says, every command as he helps you clean up the mess.

washing the asphalt is harder but gallons of water pours the mess down the gutters. cleaning out the front grill is harder but - dexter does it all. telling you quietly as he always does how to take care of things like this.

that yawning hunger doesn't relent. doesn't relent when you two hose down the car and wash off your hands.

"you need to calm down," he says quietly, finally as he sits in the driver's seat. your pulse is beating fast in your chest. he's noticed. he always notices.

reaching over, you brush your fingers over his cheek, smearing the blood over his cheekbone. his eyes dart to you then back towards the road.

when he continues speaking, beginning to talk about rules and guidelines, a code that you don't care to understand for, you unclip your seatbelt and reach over, pulling him towards you and kissing him like a part of you is trying to eat him.

"we're not supposed to do this." dexter says, brow furrowed. he always says things like that to you; like he's memorizing a guidebook. maybe you don't give a fuck.

"we're not supposed to run over a guy, not call the cops and cover it up either," you say. "I think we're past the point of what's allowed."

"oh," he says, as if he hadn't thought of that. and this time, he doesn't stop you when you kiss him again, when you lick the blood spatters off his face, when you all but shove your tongue down his throat and crawl into his lap.

dexter doesn't tell harry about you. but he doesn't go out with girls (or boys) anymore, even though harry sighs and tries to coax him. tries to coax you too.

and if you're a little less angry, a little less ferocious, and that's something.

(later, when the family goes hunting minus doris, harry catches you just watching a fox struggle in a bear trap, doing nothing to put it out of its misery or looking away. and as his heart sinks, he realizes that maybe he should have paid attention to you too.

but when he brings you up to dexter, your poor, sweet brother just shakes his head and says, "no, they're not like me". because as much as you protect him, he protects you, too.)

when harry finally passes, dexter is the one who takes your hand and leads you away. debra laments about how siblings shouldn't share apartments but it doesn't matter. none of it matters when you know, feel it in your bones, that dexter won't leave you.

[pistachi0art]

More Ben fam stuff I believe I have neglected to put here

[i-am-a-freg]

Me: *prays for patience*

God: *gives me chances to practice my patience*

Me: no wait not like that

[doodlintv]

I really love @thegunnsara Hamato Wanderers AU... it was actually one of the first AU's I got into and it was so cool I thought it was an offical tmnt comic haha.

ANYWAY take this peaceful Raph bc his design in this AU is so sick

[msommers]

just some quick little intro posts for my bg/dnd girlies bc they've been getting a lot of attention recently, about time they get on the blog proper

AURETTA STORMSEEKER half-human, half-sun elf

neutral good

storm sorcery, tempest cleric, evocation wizard (yay lvl 20 mods)

deity: Aerdrie Faenya

big sister out of 4 half-elves born to the same human mother, Jocelyn, with 4 separate baby daddies lmao

Auretta's father, Eilethal, is a sun elf from the city of Taltempla on Evermeet—a city full of elves, focused on magic, learning, and religion.

Auretta inherited her father's divine magic but failed to find somebody capable of properly teaching her (she and her mother lived in a town with almost no magic for 13~ years before moving to BG, where they struggled to find and afford a teacher).

a few months after her 20th birthday, Eilethal finally showed up after forgetting how time works for two decades #justelfthings. he offered to bring her back to Taltempla with him so he could teach her magic and she ended up agreeing.

Auretta would occasionally utilize magic to speak with her family back in BG, and made 2-3 visits thru the years, but ultimately she got worse at maintaining contact over the course of her 35~ years in the elven city.

by the time she reunites with her siblings for the BG3 campaign, it's been years since they've seen each other and there's definitely an adjustment period to the Auretta who changed quite a bit during her time with the elves.

probably?? a Zevlor romance. mostly convinced of it, a little wiggle room left as i solidify her some more.

MEDORA RUNESCRIBE half-human, half-moon elf

maybe lawful good?? haven't decided bc who really cares about alignment

divination wizard, divine soul sorcerer

deity: Deneir

her childhood isn't determined yet bc i focused on her later life but she's giving only child. maybe an orphan, idk

worked as an archivist within BG's temple district, reading through countless scrolls and tomes and manuscripts and yada yada. tragically boring woman who loved her work even tho it was one of the most dull and tedious things to most other people

undecided on some of the details, but what matters is that Medora finds a lost page written by Deneir himself with vague ramblings that she believes tell of a secret hidden away within the Weave itself. insert some nonsense about questing and tracking down here. Medora finds and tugs on the strand of the Weave and discovers what it really was—a fragment of the deity himself, safely hidden until her nosy ass decided to seek it out, now bound inside of her.

Medora becomes a vessel for the First Scribe, infused with his long dormant magic and a part of his soul. this leads to her divine soul leveling as he becomes stronger during her BG3 adventure. undecided what becomes of this fragment (she might keep it idk), or if he speaks to her or not.

Medora goes thru numerous changes due to this merge. she slowly becomes more obsessive and scatter-minded; she undertakes his abandoned quest searching for the Metatext; her eyes shift entirely to his vibrant purple, and as she gains levels they begin to sprout veins of gold from the pupil outwards as the divine magic pushes her body's limits; her hair begins to grey to match his; her eyesight gets worse without the use of magic lmao

a peak in "gotta add headcanons into the story to give more character and exploration" oc creation. yeah she's interacting w the main game story but also i've got my own fun stuff to imagine on the side also going down

not sure about her romance. Gale seems fitting for numerous reasons but we'll see

[isame-allen]

Matching scars ✨

[captainseamech]

//... to this day I still think about an au where Nautica is High Tide's sister

[the-redacted-of-all-time]

the fella was a little shocked

[oblitum]

The question we all need to be asking when Bryn says she 'wants the opposite of what Niklaus wants' with the doppleganger is would she kill Elena just to spite him?

[kindred-spirit-93]

about half way through a playlist for the grace siblings (courtesy of @xixovart) and i already want to go cry myself to sleep in a field of flowers. anyway now everyone has to suffer with me.

family

floofy haired jason hallelujah amen

[kakusu-shipping]

Finally decided to jump in AO3′s Mariocest collection, which is really good btw I recommend Priorities Rewritten by Karatecake, easily my favorite one I read all night

Anyway I accidentally ended off on an Angst/Unrequited Love/Dark fic because I apparently cannot read warning tags so now I’m sad and it’s 5am so I have to go to bed sad

[politicalasylumincuba]

This is after Evie steps over a recently punched Jonathan laying on the floor

THE MUMMY (1999) Dir. Stephen Sommers

[cryptidapprentice]

[digitalvoidheart]

Sending a reminder to everyone to make sure your sources for medical facts are true

Check with websites like pubmed to answer health and food related questions