#This was supposed to be a winged au but I forgot what I was going to write lol

[alumirp]

Flying Low

A magical AU where Law is a raven shapeshifter, but has had his wings torn off, so he is always using a cane to balance himself and he lives in seclusion in the forest. He absolutely doesn't trust, well, anyone. Whether humans or other shapeshifters or any other race, he doesn't approach anyone and does everything he can to not let them approach his home either. But that changes when one day a guy just falls from the sky. It literally falls from the sky. Right in the middle of Law's herb garden and although he really wants to get rid of this invader, he can't get rid of his curiosity because Law's house is in the middle of the forest, far from peaks or mountains, so where the hell is this guy came from and, even better, how did he survive the fall? Curiosity (and his sense of duty as a healer) causes Law to drag the guy inside and nurse him back to health. 'The guy' soon wakes up and gets a name, Luffy, who reveals himself to be a priest of the Sun God's temple, which makes sense to Law, since Luffy's magic seems totally opposite to his, a raven whose species is constantly attributed to the Goddess of Darkness, Nika's enemy. All this, however, does not explain how Luffy fell out of nowhere from the sky and it only gets worse when not even Luffy knows how it happens. Unfortunately for Law, meeting Luffy is a path of no return and in the blink of an eye his isolated and peaceful life is disturbed by the priest who, after returning to full health, becomes a noisy guest in Law's small cabin. Things get weird when Law's wings start to grow back, white instead of black, at the same time that Luffy also starts to change. For worse. His health simply declines and his magic grows and becomes out of control, becoming a danger to everything around him, excluding, in some way, Law. Desperate to understand and help Luffy, Law begins his journey out of seclusion toward the capital's temple, where Luffy is said to serve as a priest. But dragging a time bomb in the shape of a man all the way to the capital is not simple when you are alone and Law has no option but to accept the growing number of people who seem to be drawn into Luffy's orbit and who decide to accompany them on the journey

[tanpopomugishu]

I'm trying my hands at Reverse Omen AU.

Even as an angel, Aziraphale's bratty attitude and penchant for indulging in worldly pleasure were pretty obvious. Imagine him as a demon. With the freedom to do and say anything he wants, I'm pretty sure he would be excellent at temptation. With his eloquent speech and ethereal looks, he leaves a trail of broken hearts everywhere he goes, as demons are supposed to do, I guess.

While Crowley, as an angel, will probably still have his rebellious and angry nature, he's, as always, repulsed by the absurdity of heaven, but at the same time, he still has to hide his contempt in fear of heaven making him fall. Watching his fellow brethren, especially Aziraphale, fall into hell in the great war still traumatises him. He somehow always finds a way to evade his duties to have fun with Aziraphale while being stationed on earth.

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Aziraphale's animal inspiration and more details under the cut

Aziraphale's animal form is an albino screech owl, which means that even as a demon, his wings will stay white in colour. Albinism is quite a common condition that also afflicts humans, even with his red eyes, he could easily blend in between them. On a second thought, with his overall bright colouring and the way he dressed, probably not, but at least no one will question if he's a human or not. 

I gave Crowley bright amber eyes, a mesmerizingly rare eye colour that stood out, and long hair that he could style however he liked. With his taste for quality clothes, he's definitely attracting attention wherever he goes, which is not ideal when he's in the middle of a secret mission.

tl;dr They are fabulously gay..

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🖌

I had a lot of fun creating their characters, what is not fun is drawing and rendering that bloody throne. 1 star would not recommend.

Also, I thought I was going to take a break from drawing, because I ran out of inspiration, but this idea struck me out of nowhere, and I had to draw it before I forgot the details. 😂

@goodomensafterdark

[stardancerluv]

A Space Journey

Part One of ???

Summary: Introduction to Tyler and his girl.

Notes/Warnings: I saw Alien Romulus and fell very hard for Tyler. 😍 Wanted to give him a story. Might be a bit of an AU in bits giving him a backstory and fuller future..probably write leading up to the movie & such. 😬Hope I do him justice. 😬Also first time writing scifi..and writing in a future of any kind…so 😬 hope I did good.

18 & over. Consensual sex between and man and woman. Angst. (It wrote itself..a bit long!

❤️s, reblogs, comments, & feedback always welcome! Enjoy

The elevator whispered its way up from the depths of the mine to the top level. Some stared blindly ahead or in front of them, you chose some indiscernible place, not really seeing it. Your imagination conjured up happier moments from the past.

Behind you in one of the shadowy corners, the yellow bird in the cage chirped and fluttered its wings. Happy to be out of those large caverns. It was a good day. No leaving work prematurely. You would get your full credits for the day.

Stepping, out of the elevator you saw your boots were caked with the usual soot and mud. A cold, heavy rain dropped from the heavy clouds. It was not long before the rain seeped under the many layers of your clothes.

Tiredness, wore you down as you walked. Your body ached. You knew there were liberal smudges on your face, your hair was matted and oily under the hood you pulled more around your face.

You had not taken a decent shower in a few days since you knew you’d be pulling extra shifts back to back and since your boyfriend was off world till the end of the week. You just rolled in and out of bed and went and returned from work.

With all the soot flying around you squinted and paused when you saw the red neon sign, Bar. You pressed your lips together. You could go for a cold one, but you knew how rough the crowd could be at times. Without Tyler by your side you really didn’t want to venture in.

You decided to keep on going, pulling your hood tighter around you, wishing you could hide completely. A grumble gurgled from your stomach as it twisted in hunger. You would stop at the mess hall and grab some food before turning in at your sleep bunk.

Before, you realized what was happening you were tugged harshly into one of the nearby alleyways. Fear shot through you. You immediately started fighting. It was a regular occurrence people would get beat up, mugged or worse. People lost it out here on the mining planets, at least that was what your parents had always said.

“Shh, shhh. It’s easier when you don’t fight.” The voice whispered, as one hand had already slipped under the top layers of your clothes and now crept across your torso.

Only a thin, very worn scrap of fabric laid between you and the hand. Your hunger turned to nausea as you could feel the warmth from it. It was all you needed to fight even harder. You finally managed to stomp down on one of their feet.

“Oooooouch!” The voice called out and instantly let you go.

You turned around, your heart beating harder since you knew the voice.

“Tyler!” You scream and slapped his arm.

A large smile spread across his handsome face before he howled with laughter. Easily, he pulled you close and this time you wrapped your arms around him. Happily, you pressed yourself even closer against him.

“My strong, feisty girl.” He said breathless against the top of your head.

Easily, you forgot the wind or the rain pelting the two of you.

“You weren’t supposed be back for three days.” You managed to mumble out against his heavy clothes. Your body beginning to relax knowing you were now safe.

“We did good. Found more then expected and came back.”

You blinked up at him. “Really?”

“Yes.” He nodded, he was so soft and warm. “Let me take you home.”

*******

He took your hand as you walked up the steep steps into the hauler he shared with the others. You couldn’t help but notice no one was there.

“Bjorn and Navarro, left in a blink to get their drink and dance on. And Kay barely told me she was going out, when I heard the door shut.”

Leaning against the wall, you were relieved to be out of the soot cloaked air. You pulled and tugged, till you were free of your heavy boots. Once in your heavy socks, you were relieved the boots had kept your socks dry.

“Can’t blame them these last three weeks had felt long despite coming home a week early. I’m sure.”

You said with a fleeting smile. After you pulled off your gloves, you began working on the buttons of your heavy coat. Seeing, two of the buttons had been undone by him you glanced at him.

He winked. “What? I missed the feel of my girl.” You didn’t know how he could look cocky and sheepish at once but he did.

His cheekiness always made your heart flutter. In the few books, you managed to get your hands you figured you shared that with the girls of the past long gone.

“To be fair, I scrubbed up as fast as I could and headed out to find you.” He scratched at the back of his head. “Was going to check at the mine and the sleeping bunks.”

His mouth twisted at the last bit. You went over and gently tugged on his shirt. “I only do it when you’re not around, I’m cautious.”

“That’s what worries me.” He looked down at you and smiled, softly.

You could swim and lose yourself in his dark eyes, as the two of you looked unwavering at each other. No words were needed as the emotions welled up at his return. You swallowed. There was always chance he’d crash during reentry. Heck could during take off too, but Navarro was a pretty good pilot so you didn’t worry too much about take off.

He rubbed your arms. “Why don’t you go and wash up and I’ll make us something to eat.”

“Alright. Just don’t burn it this time.”

“Don’t invite me into the shower cubicle and I won’t.”

“I did that didn’t I?”

He smirked. “You certainly did.”

“Alright. Maybe this time I will behave myself.” You giggled.

******

The water from the shower head fell on you with a good pressure. Since Tyler and the others were known as pretty scavengers the company allowed them some nicer things. Water pressure and rations were among them.

You stood there not worried that the warm water would run out too fast. You just let it melt the cold from the mine and outside that remained in you. The water around your feet obscured with the soot that had clung to you, your hair.

Stretching, you sighed as the crisp scent of his soap comforted you. Turning the knobs, you finally stepped from the shower onto the rough mat which had become a welcome feel under foot as opposed to the cold tile in mass shower rooms.

You smiled, seeing that Tyler had hung up a fresh shirt and the pair of cotton pants, you usually stole when you stayed there. They had shrank in one of the laundry services so they fit you better. Seeing the bundle of yours gone, you knew he must have taken them to put into cleaning cycle.

After slipping on the fresh clothes you reached up and grabbed his towel, it was still faintly wet from his using it earlier. The thought made you smile as you rubbed your hair with it.

*******

You gently slumped against Tyler’s side. Reaching, you placed your fork with a clank on the plate in front of you, only some cornbread crumbs remained.

“You did it. You made a half way decent meal which you didn’t burn.” You said with a half smile on your face.

“Well, I got to do good by my girl.”

******

His sheets were softer, his pillows fuller and they smelled liked him. His bed, softer then the bunks easily gave under the weight of the two of you.

He was partially on you, your arms around him. His hair soft, as your fingers entwined in the inky strands. Your lips had met and not wanted to part. They were much softer now, then a few month intervals after discovering that softening ointment. It beat away the chapping the wind whipping at your faces did and made the kisses all the more enjoyable. They were far sweeter then any candy you could save up for with your credits.

Pausing, as you felt his hand slipping under the hem shirt you wore; you excitedly letting your fingers leave the softness of his hair pulled up on the shirt and more of yourself was revealed to him. You happily tossed it without worry. His room was always clean and fresh, once he had peaked into his cousin’s room and they couldn’t be anymore opposite.

It puzzled you that Navarro could even tolerate it. But then again the two of you were also very different.

You were soft compared to his toned torso. It excited you and made you feel safe. You had seen him handle himself more then one time at the Bar. Whether defending your honor, his sisters or some stupid fight by the tempers flairing.

Opening, yourself you did so with a warmth and love that you would never allow the company steal away from you.

His lips, grazed your cheeks as he drew close to ear to whisper soft words only spoke between the two of you. Never to be shared.

“Are you well, is now a good time?” You could practically feel his heart thudding in his chest.

You nodded.

The first time or at least the aftermath of it had been right on the cusp of your cycle. Your excitement of him reciprocating your feelings and sharing first touches, kisses had stolen your body’s cues to its soon arrival. When the two of you had awoken the next day, worry had clouded your mind, believing it had ruined any chance of continuing things. But he had been kind, warm not just the cheeky guy who had made your heart squeeze with a wink or a smirk.

“I could barely focus these last three weeks, all I could think about was this. I needed to fuck, my sweet girl, remind her who I am after being off world for so long.”

The contrast to his sweet nature and razor sharp lust, made you moan and make your desire sharpen for him.

“I’m all yours.”

A soft moan broke from your lips and his, as he entered you. You arched against him, you had craved him as well. It had been hard to not answer any of the wanton calls from your body in his absence. Together you found your rhythms and moved. Your breathless moans became louder, sharper the closer you drew to cumming hard under him. You always felt so wonderfully wilted liked the dried flowers people once would keep in those books you had read from that had spoken of love and dreams.

Clutching him hard, your fingers gently pulling on his soft strands you arched against him once again. Your body tightening with pleasure he was giving you. Before you could hold it; it all shattered into moon dust. You softened and wilted under him. He was and would only be the only one to ever make you feel like this.

You met his hungry kisses, whimpering at the well placed love bites, he loved leaving. You felt how his body tightened above you. His deep, pleasure filled moan that filled the small room, you knew he had felt what you had. You relished making him feel just as good. His breath hot as he panted, a soft peppering of kisses as he rested his forehead against yours.

*******

“Hey! Where are you going?”

You had thought you could safely grab your discarded shirt from earlier and curl back up to his side before he even noticed. But that wasn’t the case.

One of his strong arms wrapped around you and held you tightly against him. You turned easily in it to face him. “Was just grabbing my shirt. I had taken a small chill.”

“You’ve got me.” And soon he pulled the blanket and himself closer around you. You were enveloped by him, almost completely.

You pretended to think about it. “This is so much better.”

“It had better be.” And he gave you a quick kiss.

The rain streaked down his window. The brightness of the fluorescent lights that lined the roads of the colony were muted from where he was.

“How long do I have you this time?” You whispered after a few beats of your heart.

“Long enough.”

You wanted to reply with the snappy answer that it never was but you learned this, right now was long enough. Every moment the two of you were together was.

A commotion, peels of laughter and a door slamming shut; drifted through his closed door.

“They’re home.”

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

“Hey, hey you’re here lady. Missed you! We need to catch up and have some girl talk in the morning!”

“If she’s awake.” Tyler called back.

“Hey! I wasn’t talking to you.”

You giggled against his chest. “Sure! Sounds like a plan.” You finally called back.

“Great.” She called, her voice further away and then you could hear the one creak in the floor that you knew meant she was now by her own room.

“Here we go.” Tyler whispered.

As the exaggerated laughter came closer flowed by a thud as either Bjorn or Navarro bumped his door, by tipsy accident or deliberate. When they had a few drinks one could never be sure.

“Tyler, now you better be treating that girl of yours in there right. No funny business.”

“Hey, hey now.”

There was a smack and a similar oww, must run in the family you mused.

“He used to be a brute my cousin. He had to learn to be nice and charming.”

“He was always charming and nice to me.” You spoke up.

“Good.” His cousin replied.

“See she confirms. He’s been good to her.”

“Do I give him a gold star then?”

“Come on, let them have some peace. I want to get out of these high boots.”

“Now, I like hearing that.”

And there was only muted muffled sounds, if at all.

“Now that the circus passed.”

You giggled and shook your head. “You love them.”

“I do. I do.” He stretched, but still kept an arm around you. He gave your hip a squeeze.

“So you used to be a brut huh?”

“Yes, but you changed things.” He winked.

[dxrksong]

Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

[saytrrose]

Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

[sesamenom]

went through some old files so heres a wip dump, featuring my horrible file names (incidentally also the reason why i had to go through everything to find a specific old file whose name i forgot)

ophelimae (put on hold bc i coulnd't figure out how to make the water work)

maglorconcert (teenage & adult maglor, put on hold bc the stadium perspective for the adult chunk was annoying)

feanorgame (concepts for a feanor survives au)

aaabalrog maglorsing

bbmaglor peredhelhiding (self explanatory)

ee2 (teenage elrond & elros. i don't actually remember which one is which in this pic)

bombadil (evil seasonal santa bombadil? i have no clue what the context here is but it looks like it was supposed to be included in a reblog of something)

wingdesign (wing armor design for rev gondolin prince elrond)

maeco1 (unfinished comic about how maedhros somehow managed to get ambushed by a small army of iron balrogs)

crittery (concept doodle for a vaguely entish quadrupedal tree creature)

centaurchairs (centaur wheelchair and prosthetic designs)

doddle (cool robot?) hands (whose hand? idk)

hdragons (i really like how the shading on the red parts turned out but i forgot what brush i used ;-;)

[hanakoofthejungle]

HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse 

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.  

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there. 

[slowd1ving]

I just finished reading the new fic, and it was amazing !!! I dont know why, but i got hung up the most on Jiaoqiu. Like, he sounds so mellow and like he's in genuine love, but I dont know if it's just the effects the incubi has on him. (When he says the smell of burnt caramel got stronger, it's because of the transformation the protag had, right?)

So funny to see the cryptologist and the kafka mention. I love how you portray Kafka in your fics. she's always stirring up jealousy in the love interests.

I truly do wonder if Sunday will be forgiven for laying with a demon. I mean, if he can say he was doing 'salvation' he could get away with it. In the game, his npc model has what appears to be dark indigo wings, which implies he is not as pure as he appears to be, so I imagined his wings that colour. Im guessing his mission was subduing the protag, which he literally did haha.

And moze was such a sweetheart!! When he said he wouldn't care about being sent to hell as long as his fate is forever intertwined with yours, it is so cute. Im thinking he was also lying to himself about how he was following the protag due to his suspicions but was actually just obsessed. Him staying up late to see the protag come back home, was it similar to the cryptologist au? Where he was jealous they wouldnt approach him, or was it part of his stalking?. Also, when he felt fear but it was overridden by lust that made him get closer without thinking it could end his life ❤️.

Also cant imagine how their life will be after this encounter (im glad for Mr. Hopkins that they were able to film a good mockumentary and didn't just submit that !!). Im a Moze fan, so him being the roommate makes me think his life just got better (and that his photo taking hobby just got started).

I loved it, amazing halloween fic.

-swan anon 🦢

first let me just say DAMN I appreciate your dedication to delivering thorough analyses and eating them up every darn time

second I am locked in with a very tall cup of coffee I am ready

no same I was secretly rooting for jiaoqiu too; like originally he wasn't going to be part of it because then I'd have to plan more with an established character. reader was just gonna be someone who sleeps around 😭he was supposed to have one scene too but ended up with four.. honestly I was also going to write him as like a yokai in my initial plans so he's somewhat immune to whatever reader has got going on (which honestly isn't much it's just enhanced allure or whatever)?? I thought it'd be pretty funny to have a character who officially knows about reader and just like... helps them out like an emergency snack or whatever. but yeah he's definitely infatuated - jiaoqiu for LIFEEE

(and yes you are correct the stronger scent did indeed indicate the successful transformation)

you know, I lowkey forgot about the cryptology-moze series and the reference was just my subconscious picking it out☠️also I don't know if I officially stated reader's major (I don't really know myself) but it's hilarious to me to picture some demon just figuring out maths and working in it

did not register the kafka mention until I got to the end whoops

she wasn't even meant to be in this 😭like it was just supposed to be some faceless avatar of lust but then i was like hmm... we've got someone who literally puppets others as part of her mechanics like ??

kafka>>

she's so fun to use as a plot device cuz she just catalyses everything

Sunday will NOT be forgiven 🗣️🗣️that particular line I wrote where angels can lie to themselves is alluding to him convincing himself he isn't doing anything wrong; I was actually going to originally expand on him 'falling' from Harmony or whatever because of his allegiance to the Order - so he was doomed either way to be corrupted. his mission did include subduing the protag but was more a general order to keep order within the human realm which did include finding out demons - so not necessarily reader but he did sus them out pretty much from the start. however he was not supposed to sleep with a demon at all 😭like that line about keeping reader by him to prevent him from getting with other humans is just his bs justification to convince himself that he's still on the right path - but alas, his tenets have been fundamentally crumbling anyway due to his subversion to the harmony. I thought it was funny as fuck having a doomed angel for halloween

there's just something about fallen angel sunday, fits in with his lore too

but yeah themes of denial are heavy in this man, like he's convinced himself that he's on the right path but he's really not he's just entranced by the protag 😭

hmm

yup i had so much fun writing moze he's so cute. he is the prime human Sunday should be worried about but instead he's just competing with him

oh yes 100% lying I love writing unreliable narrators

YES similar to the cryptologist au it was his way of gaining information on you but also sorta looking out for the protag (and jealousy); also lowkey the bit about fear getting overridden was so funny to write about because he's just walked in on a literal angel and demon and just keeps marching forward like 😭😭

that triangle formation remains 100%

like mr hopkins just thinks "oh wow my students are completely dedicated to warding off demon energy thus are in perfect formation for doing so" or whatever ☠️

but reader now essentially has three emergency snacks and sunday's path to salvation is not looking very good tbh

also yeah that mockumentary saved their asses because I physically could not write them only having one film on that camera

that camera will have to get SCOURED before they return it, but Moze's already got it safely transferred to his heavily fortified laptop and Sunday's just keeping the really old one 😭

there's just something about the moze roommate brainrot... he's definitely gloating over it and sunday's just feeling his blood pressure rise for the first time since gaining a corporeal body (and moze's DEFINITELY getting several high-quality cameras because wdym he's just been rewatching the tapes instead of sleeping..)

anyways I got home with around five hours left before midnight and I started finishing off the final scenes at like 10 I was so stressed bro trying to make it and upload it halloween ended

AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR LONG ANALYSIS SWAN ANON IT WAS VERILY APPRECIATED

[hopepetal]

Part two of my desert skies au with @applestruda! You can read part one here :)

Reblogs are appreciated :3

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Standing on the edge of the rocky outcrop, Grian took a deep breath as the cool air rustled through his hair. The breeze here was stronger than it had been in the Isle of Dawn or the prairie, bringing with it the scent of rain and petrichor. Gazing down at the trees surrounded by clouds, Grian was lulled into a sense of relaxation and calmness by the quiet peace of it all.

“Whew! Bit more chilly here, huh?” Scar’s voice pierced through the quiet, and Grian glanced over at his companion as he shivered dramatically. “The wind’s really whippin’ out here.” 

Grian snorted, amusement colouring his tone. “This isn’t bad compared to some other spots, but it has caught some moths off guard. I quickly learned that I had to hold on a little more tightly when it came to this part.” With that, he held out his hand. “I trust you not to let go.”

Scar saluted, before taking Grian’s hand. The sensation was already becoming familiar, and it made Grian’s chest feel warm. Happiness, he supposed, was a rare sensation when dealing with moths who ran off upon seeing anything remotely shiny– and in Sky, there were many such things. Honestly, one would think his job description was babysitter instead of guide.

“Ready?” 

Grian and Scar took a few steps then jumped off the outcrop, spreading their wings to catch an updraft before tucking them in close to dive into the tunnel made of clouds. The wind whistled past them as they shot through the first section of forest, spreading their wings once more to slow themselves down for their landing in front of the stone archway. The landing was a little rough, causing Grian to take a couple quick steps in order not to pitch forward, but they made it in one piece. 

“Oh, wow!” Scar giggled, stretching his wings out wide. “That was crazy. We should do it again!” He ran his hands through his wind-tousled hair, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “We’ll do that again, right?”

Grian stretched his wings as well, groaning lightly. “Ahh, if you stick around long enough I’m sure we will.” He offered his hand again, and led Scar down the path to the large stone wall. “Right, just have to light this little thing…” He reached out and pressed his candle’s flame against the blue gem, waiting for the light to activate the gate. 

Scar watched with the same fascination as before, jumping when the gate began to rumble open. “Oh! Ohh, that's fancy!”

Grian giggled. “It's just a gate, Scar…” He led Scar through the gate, the sound of rain hitting the ground an unfamiliar but welcome noise. “It's been too long since I’ve been here.” He glanced over at Scar, who was staring up at the cloudy sky. “Forgot what rain looks like, huh?” he joked, to an unusual silence.

Scar seemed to jolt back into himself, shaking the thoughts out of his head with a sharp jerk of his head. “Maybe! C��mon, G, let’s go!” He let go of Grian’s hand and jumped right out into the rain, letting out a surprised honk when he landed face first in the giant puddle that had collected in the middle of the area. “Oop!”

Grian didn’t even have time to shout a warning before Scar had his wonderful moment of grace, but he was quick to rush forward and help Scar up, leading him to the next gate and wrapping his arms around his companion. “Goodness, don’t go charging into the rain like that,” he murmured as his wings shimmered, “you’ll lose your light that way.”

Scar leaned into the hug. “I have you with me. I'll be okay! My light is in your hands!” He pulled away. “Thanks for that, G!” 

Grian sighed. “Absolutely not. If you go running off into the rain, your light goes straight back into your own hands. I will not take responsibility for you being a goof.” He stepped forward and placed his candle near the blue gem embedded into the gate wall, watching as the light traveled up. The gate opened without much fanfare, and Scar once again took Grian's hand and followed him through the gate. 

The forest was beautiful, Grian had to admit, but it was still dangerous. Rain dripped down from the trees that stretched toward the cloudy sky, pooling on the ground in light-stealing puddles. Luckily for them, the roots of the trees provided cover, and little light sources had been set up ages ago, long before Grian made his first trip through. 

He squeezed Scar's hand gently, glancing up at his green winged companion. Scar seemed enthralled by the area, head turning all around as he tried to catch every last bit of the sight. “It's so blue,” Scar whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break the scene. 

Grian chuckled. “Yeah. Very blue. Is blue your favorite colour?” He glanced at Scar's wings. “I would've thought it was green.”

Scar honked happily, flapping his wings. “I love all the colours! They all work so well and…” He paused, as if rethinking something. “...except maybe this like… purplish red? I dunno. Something about the colour makes me feel ick.”

Grian tilted his head slightly. “Magenta?” he asked, confused. “Well, to each their own.” He raised his face to gaze out at the forest once more. “Right. See that tree? We're going to run there and stop to recharge. I don't doubt we could just run through, but that won't be the case in the actual forest and I want to show you what to do ahead of time.”

Scar nodded. “Right! Lead the way!”

Holding Scar's hand firmly in his own, Grian ran out into the rain, feet splashing in a puddle before landing on wet grass. The rain pricked against his skin and wings, cold and draining. Pushing himself a little faster, Grian reached the light source under the tree with a gasp. For a moment, he let the light warm him before he relaxed. 

Scar's voice cut through the warm haze brought on by the light. “Whew! That was excitin'! You good, G?” 

“...yeah. Thank you, Scar.” Grian took a deep breath. “Right, then! Let's go!”

They made it to the gate unscathed, without falling into any puddles. Grian opened the last gate, a strange feeling of excitement building in his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen her. He couldn't help but let out an excited honk, rocking back and forth on his feet. 

Scar glanced over. “You're excited,” he noted, curiosity in his voice, “may I ask why?”

Grian stopped rocking, meeting Scar's gaze. “Oh! Well, you remember how I said I was a guide?” He waited for Scar to nod. “Well, I'm not all too good with the Forest. It's huge, and there are a lot of places to get lost in. Tiny cracks and crevices, you know.” He led Scar through the gate, continuing to talk. “Luckily, I have a friend who lives here.”

“Why would anyone live here if it's so dangerous?” Scar asked, to which Grian shrugged. 

“She's just like that. Always has been a little crazy.” 

A familiar voice interrupted their conversation. “Now, you two fellas wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would ya?” 

Grian lit up, taking Scar's hand and running to the gazebo. “Pearl!” He let go of Scar's hand to throw his arms around Pearl, honking excitedly. “Pearl, hey! Hello!”

Pearl honked back, her call echoing and deeper than Grian's bird one. “Heya Griba, long time no see!” She twirled him around before setting him back down and offering her light to Scar. “Hey there, stranger.”

Scar accepted her light, eyes shining. “Well, hello there! I'm Scar. Nice to meetcha! I've been traveling with Grian for a bit, to catch all those winged lights!”

Pearl laughed. “Yeah, he's obsessed with them.”

“As if you don't go insane whenever you see something shiny,” Grian shot back, though his tone remained light hearted. 

“Birdbrain,” Pearl retorted, giggling. She examined Scar, eyes landing on his wings. “No moths this time?” she asked, “I thought that's what you stuck to.”

Grian scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Funny story about that, really. I thought he was a moth. Turns out he was just really bad at flying.”

“It's true! That's how I got this!” Scar pointed at the crack in his mask proudly. “Face first into a wall. Bam!”

Pearl nodded sagely. “We’ve all been there. Griba especially.” She dodged Grian’s half hearted smack, laughing at his annoyed honks. “Right! I heard you boys needed a guide through the forest. Lucky for you,” she added, “I’m the best forest guide there is.”

Grian crossed his arms. “The only forest guide. Trust me, if I could find someone else who knew the forest as well as you did I would–”

“–Which is why you were so excited to see me and jumped into my arms,” Pearl interrupted, “because you just hate me so much.”

Grian covered his face with his hands, groaning. Scar giggled at the banter, looking at Pearl. “Well, I think you're amazin'! I'd love to be guided through the forest by you!” 

Pearl held out her hand. “Come on, then! Let's get some winged light!”

“I'm not too sure how I feel about you flying,” Grian muttered, taking Pearl's hand and gesturing for Scar to take his. “Last time we flew together…” He grimaced. “At least you don't fly in the forest, I guess.”

Pearl glanced back at Grian. “Oh, maybe you don't fly in the forest. I'm a little different.” 

“Pearl? What does that mean–?”

Without another word, Pearl spread her wings and jumped off the edge of the cliff, honking as Grian shrieked in terror. Scar was just as happy as Pearl was, judging by the spamming of honks he let out as the trio soared through the air. 

When they landed safely tucked away under tree roots, Grian immediately turned to Pearl. “What was that?!” he demanded, shaking off stray droplets of water from his wings. “You aren't supposed to fly in the hidden forest, you'll lose your light and–!”

“Grian.” Pearl's voice was uncharacteristically serious. Not the kind of serious that came alongside anger, but a gentle kind of serious. “Look at me. Look at Scar.” She gave him a moment to look between the two of them. “We're not moths. I know this area better than I know you. I would never–” She squeezed his hand gently– “put you or Scar in danger. Okay?”

Grian was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Pearl. And, uh, sorry about that.” He shrugged slightly, trying to play it off. “Guess I'm just a little too used to being a guide, huh?”

Scar squeezed Grian's other hand gently. “Yeah. C'mon G, get out of teacher mode.” His joking remark helped lift the mood, and Grian squeezed Scar's hand back in appreciation. “Alrighty! Let's get back out into that rain!”

Pearl laughed. “Hold on there, give me a second.” She pulled out her umbrella, taking a moment to open it. “This should protect us from the rain.” She glanced over at Grian. “Does this make you feel better?”

Grian stared at her. “If you had that, why didn't you take it out in the first place?” 

Pearl shrugged. “Didn't feel like it.”

Grian spluttered indignantly, but was unable to form a sentence before Pearl took his hand and dragged them all back out into the rain, laughing as they splashed through the puddles on the ground. Scar honked excitedly as they ran, holding tight to Grian's hand. 

Pearl took off the ground with an echoing honk, and Grian had to admit he was impressed with how she maneuvered through the air. She had certainly gotten better at flying since Grian had last let himself be led by her, which had turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life. Needless to say, he hadn't let her forget about the incident in the valley ever since.

Of course, she wasn't as good at flying as he was– but that was unfair to her. Grian had a reputation for being sky's greatest flier for a reason, and it wasn't like anyone was going to take that title away from him any time soon. Flying was as essential to Grian as light was– perhaps even more so. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't able to fly. 

Pearl spread her wings and pulled back as they landed in front of a shining winged light. “Here ya go! First light of the forest, just for you!”

Grian's wings fluttered as light shimmered down from the proximity to the winged light. Holding out his hands, he brought the winged light toward him, feeling warmth spread through his entire body. The winged light disappeared into his wings, and Grian let out a content sigh. 

Next to him, Scar had done the same, cupping his hands and bringing the winged light close. “Oh, well isn't that just lovely?” Scar murmured, letting the light seep into his wings. “Ooh, it's so warm!” His voice was filled with the same kind of awe Grian heard in moths, and for some reason it made Grian want to take Scar's hand and never let it go. 

But that was a very odd thought, and Grian shook his head slightly to clear it from his mind. Turning himself slightly to face away from Scar, Grian cast his gaze out over the hidden forest. From the high vantage point, he could see the vast expanse of the forest stretching out in every direction. 

It was then that Grian realized that Pearl was amazing.

Well– that was a lie, he had known this ever since they met, when they were faceless and nameless and she took his hand to lead him through the afterlife. But it was just now, gazing out at the forest, that Grian really understood. The forest was a dangerous place. Full of twists and turns and dead ends, hidden cracks and crevices tucked away in the dark. It was the one place that Grian couldn't guide moths through– and the place Pearl lived. 

“Ahem. Care to join us, or are you going to spend the rest of forever staring at the rain?” Pearl's voice shook Grian out of his thoughts, and he turned to see her holding out her hand. “We have an entire forest to go through, Griba,” she reminded lightheartedly. 

Grian snorted, taking her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Lead the way, Pearlie.”

Scar took Grian's hand, pumping his other hand in the air with an excited honk. “Woo! Here we go!” 

It may have been raining in the hidden forest, but the group's laughter was like sunshine. Scar and Pearl became close friends incredibly quickly, and much to Grian's horror, Pearl began telling the most embarrassing stories about her and Grian's time together in sky. All of which were vehemently proclaimed false by Grian; he had never been a good liar, and Scar told him as much with a giggle. 

Their time together was far too short, and the three of them found themselves standing in front of the temple soon enough. Grian reluctantly let go of Pearl's hand, Scar still holding onto his. “Thank you so much for guiding us,” Grian began earnestly, trying to keep his voice from trembling. “I've missed you a ton. It was nice to catch up with you.”

“It was nice to meet you!” Scar added on, “I hope we can travel together again soon!”

Pearl nodded. “Of course! And Grian–” She held out her arms, and Grian practically threw himself into them. “Oof!” She staggered back a few steps, laughing. “You better come and visit me, mate. It gets lonely in the forest.” She ruffled his hair, earning an indignant squawk. “If you don't visit me, I'll have no other choice but to come to you. And no one wants that,” she joked. 

“I will,” Grian promised, pulling away. “I'll visit you so much you'll get annoyed with my presence and never want to see me again.”

“Impossible.” Pearl glanced up at the temple, her gaze following the glowing jellyfish that bobbed and spun midair. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then.”

“How about see you later?” Scar suggested. “We'll be back, after all! The dynamic duo, Grian and Scar! Don't worry!” His voice took on a dramatic tone as he bowed. “We'll be sure to grace you with our presence again soon!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. See you later, then. And have fun!” 

Grian took Scar's hand, and with one last wave goodbye to Pearl, took off toward the temple. 

It was time to leave the forest, and enter the valley of triumph. 

[small-sinclair]

I Promise I'll Always Love Ya

A continuation for Take Me Instead. This IS NOT the final part. Please read that before reading this to catch up on what's going on :3

This au is inspired by @ahmnom; check out their art!

Welcomed readers: @lhhsol, @phantomcat394, @nameisrojda (thanks for giving me this idea), @akiranamio, @fluffy-little-demon, @sketchy-rosewitch, @zaras-really-dreamless

Told by Bo's POV

dad!Bo Sinclair x fem!y/n (y'all are married)

Tw: Reader's in the hospital, starting off with angsty right away, religion mentioned, past near death experiences, strong words, reader flat lines, Bo gets sedated

Enjoy! (sorry not sorry for this angst)

That night, Bo didn't sleep, and he swore never left her side. He was scared that he would lose y/n if he turned away just for water or to blink. As night fell over the hospital, some nurses were changing shifts so the night owls took over. Nurse Macy, even though she was supposed to be off, didn't live the delivery wing until Dr. Henrik told her to, and he tried to tell Bo the same thing.

"Ya'll have to kill me," Bo answered, his eyes tired and drain. He didn't eat anything all day, missing breakfast to get extra cuddle time with his wife and kids. He didn't know what went wrong? Did he hug her too tight to make her here in the hospital with their child on a breathing box? Was this his fault?

"Excuse me?"

Bo's blue eyes, drained but still dangerous, glared at the doctor. "I said ya'll have to kill me. If ya wan' me out, then ya'll hav' ta shoot me." he looked back at his wife and brushed her hair back. "Ain't leavin' my girls."

Dr. henrik let out a deep breath. "It's hospital rules--"

"Fuck the rules," Bo snapped. "An' fuck you, too, if ya thin' yer goin' to drag me outta 'er."

Nurse Macy placed a hand on the doctor's shoulder and pulled him back gently. She's dealt with a father like this before; her own son acted the same when his wife was in Mrs. Sinclair's shoes. She stepped forward and sat on the chair next to Bo.

He was kneeling by his wife the whole day, his grandmother's rosary behind her and his hand. The amount of prayers and pleads he sent up was enough to make his voice horsed and strained. He rain out of tears to shed for awhile, but when he heard her heart monitor drop dangerously low, he started crying again. He felt helpless and broken, and he hated this feeling. As long as he lives, he never wants to feel this way. But his prayers never stopped. He hasn't prayed this hard since Lester's truck flipped into the ditch during a Louisiana storm.

He was in the ICU for two days, flat-lining for the first night. Bo wanted to forget how his brother struggled to breath, to say away in his arms as the EMS came to the country road. It was all over some tourist that almost got away, but Vincent took care of them so fast before any flashing lights came. As he waited, he held his brother tightly as he could without hurting him even more, glass cutting into his legs and knees. Bo thought promising his little brother that if he lives he'll do better, be a better big brother for him, to promise to be the best and not be like his father...

"'M tired, Bo," he breathed, his eyes slightly parted. Rain dripped off Bo's curls and hit his face. "'M really tired."

"Stay awake," Bo encrouged as he looked down at his brother. He cradled him in his lap. "I-I promise I'll be betta--"

"'M sorry..." Lester was struggling now. The glass and blood and pain; it was all too much. "... I fail-failed ya."

"Ya didn't fail!"

"Bo?" Lester looked up at the rain filled skied as he breathed out in a sigh, "Do ya believe heaven'll le' me in?"

Lester died in his arms for the first time, and Bo nearly lost it. He doesn't admit to his fears or show it, but his worst fear came through: losing his family, his brothers.

Bo will never forgot how easy Lester's ribs broke as he did CPR in the flashing blue and red lights, the driver running towards Bo while the other got the AFIB from the back. They took over for Bo as police came to pull him away, Vincent taking Bo into his arms to hold him back. When the stretcher came out to put him in the back, Bo went with them, holding Lester's hand as he laid so close to death. Him dying again in the truck then coming back again showed that he was fighting, but Bo knew he was tired... so tied...

Now, Bo feels like he's living that same stormy night again, but it's with his wife and new born daughter. He hated how he couldn't save them from this pain, and he hated how he couldn't take that doctor out back and beat the shit out of him.

"Mr. Sinclair?" Nurse Macy's voice wasn't above a whisper, but it was enough for him to look over his shoulder at her. "How about we take a break?"

"Can't," he breathed, eyes tired. "Won't leave 'em."

"I didn't say anything ;bout leavin, sugar," she said, offering a sad smile. "My husband is waiting for me at the front desk, and I asked if you could come with us to dinner at the Calbur's." She looked back at his wife then at his daughter behind them. "My friends, Jackie and Coby, will be the ones to take over."

"Don't wan' men 'round 'em."

"Jackie's not a man," she reassured. "She's a mother of five. Coby is the only male, but he's, well," she made a face, "fruity... if you know what I mean."

Bo relaxed a little. He felt better if... no, wait. No.

He shakes his head. "Can't leave 'er." He looked back at his wife and squeezed her hand. "Can't live without her."

"Then let her rest," Nurse Macy insisted. "What would she want you to do?"

He clinched his teeth too hard but he left out a shaky breath. "She-she would wan' me ta make sure our kids were safe an' feed."

"And what about yourself?" She hummed.

"Y/n would wan' me to eat." He didn't know why he sounded defeated when he looked back at the old nurse then back at y/n. "She'll be mad."

"That's right," Macy agreed, but she didn't sound mean. She was speaking to him as if he was her own son, and it made him feel comfortable and safe. His mama never talked to him like this. "So, how about you come with me, we get food, and drop you off? Sound like a plan?" He didn't realize that she wasn't from the south... huh. "Afterwards, I'll be back in the morning to take over again."

Bo looked back at his daughter, who was sleeping soundly, then back at his wife. She looked so peaceful and still, her chest rising and falling ever so gently under the covers. Bo swallowed dryly and stood up. His knees were numb and sore from kneeling all day, but he didn't seem to care at this point. If he stood the whole day by her side, his knees would still feel the same. He felt weak, powerless, and he hated it. he brushed her heair back and bent down, kissing her forehead sweetly.

"Be back as soon as I c'n," he whispered by her ear. "Won't be long... I promise, darlin'." He kisses close to her ear to seal it.

Bo closed his eyes before leaving the room, whispering, "Lord, don't take 'em while I'm gone. Don't do it."

*******************

Just like Macy promised, Bo was right back in the hospital, but he had something else in his pocket: a pack of Reds and a green lighter. He needed a hit, something to take the stress away. he stood outside the hospital as he smoked his first cigarette in 15 months, feeling guilty that he broke his promise to y/n of smoking. He promised that once this was all over, he'll go back to quitting again. He needed good-enough lungs if he wanted to play catch with his sons and run after them. If the twins were anything like him and Vincent, they'll be running all over the place. Jasmine, his oldest, didn't run as much, but she's still curious of the outside.

He put the cigarette out in the smoking bin and went inside towards her room. Bo could feel a thunderstorm coming, and he wanted his daughter to feel safe in the room, to know that he wasn't going to let the monsters or demons get her. He'll kill everything first before that happens. But Bo wanted y/n the most. He just wanted to feel his wife in his arms again, to hear her laugh at him for being like this and to be mad that he smoked a cigarette. He wanted to hear her scold him for breaking his promise.

But he was greeted by a familiar face sitting next to her bed, holding his hand, and his body tensed. Why was Vincent here? Why was he hear with her and not with his daughter?

"Hell ya doin'?" Bo asked, his eyes looking between him and her hand. "Le' go an' head home."

Vincent shook his head, and that's when Bo noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask, his face. His free hand lifted, signing, 'You should not be alone.'

"Wha' 'bout my kid?" He took a step closer, ready to hit his brother if he answered wrong.

'Lester is at the house in Ambrose.' Vincent's brow fell as he looked down at y/n. His thumb circled over her knuckles. Vincent didn't say it but he's scared. Terrified. What will happen if he ever lost her? 'Has she waken up?'

As much as Bo didn't want to have this talk, he found himself sitting on the bed, careful not to crush her legs. Bo rested his hand over her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. "Hasn't moved or nothin'." Then he looked over at his daughter. "She's made plenty of noise," the he chuckles, saying, "Reckon she'll be a screamer."

'Oh, no,' Vincent's shoulders fell and playfully signed, 'Not another screamer.' He gave a smile when he heard the baby fuss. 'But she is cute.'

"Cutest thin' ever seen," Bo added. A thought crossed his mind, and he liked the idea. He stood up and went to the sink. He washed his hands good and through, dried, and went to his daughter's crib. She was awake, her little arms wiggling in the cotton candy pink like a cat's tail, when he picked her up. He's been so worried that he hasn't held his daughter yet! He felt like the biggest jerk. "Hey there, little sunshine."

Her eyes melted his heart. Her right eye was a shiny ocean blue, like his, and it was so bright and filled with sparkles. Her left eyes was the brightest pine tree green he's ever seen, and it chest caved in as he looked down at her. "Oh, sweet pea," he breathed as he held her over her bed, careful not to move the wires or her oxygen. "You are so beautiful."

His eyes looked up to see his wife and his soul crushed. "Wish your mama would wake," Bo hummed. "Miss her like heck." He's not going to cuss while he holds his daughter. "But 'm happy I hav' ya, sweet pea." He takes a deep breath as his eyes meet Vincent, who was trying to get a glance of the child. Bo smirked and looked back down at his daughter. "Would ya like to meet yer uncle, Vincent?"

As soon as he mentioned Vincent's name, his brother was standing on the other side of the crib, ready to look down at the baby. If she's like her siblings, she would cry at the sight of his face. All three of them cried when they first aw Vincent, but her bright eyes looked upon him without fear. Instead, her little hands reached up and grasped his hair. She cooed happily, earning a smile from both twins. How could she looked at him without fear?

Vincent didn't tough her; Bo has to tell him that it's okay. "Look at that," Bo hummed, joy filling his eyes. "Seems like she likes ya, Vinny." Vincent nodded in agreement. "Must think yer handsome or somethin'."

"... I think he's handsome."

Their eyes shot up at the new voice, and Bo could cry. He laid his daughter down gently and hurried towards y/n's side. Her eyes were glazed and tired, and Bo knew she was trying to say awake long enough.

"Y/n!" Bo was overfilled with joy as he sat on the bed close to her, leaning down to kiss all over her face and cheeks. "Darlin, yer okay!" He held her face and rested his head against her forehead. "You're okay."

A weak hand reached up and cupped his cheek, and Bo held it there. He leaned into her touch and left hurried kisses along her palm and wrist, kissing up her arm and down again.

Y/n chuckled. "Breathe for me, baby," she whispered. "Deep breaths."

"Shh, shh, honeycomb," he whispered against her skin. "Don't talk. Please--"

"'M tired, Bo," she whispers. From Behind, Vincent eye looked up at the heart monitor. He looked at Bo then back at the machine. He started towards the door to find a nurse. "I'm really tired."

"I know, doll," whispers Bo, brushing her hair back. "I know 'at." He didn't realize that he was shaking. "But I need ya to stay awake."

Her head turns to the crib, a soft smile forming. She wanted to stay long enough to hold her child, but the pain was getting too much all at once. "Take care of them?"

"Don't say that--"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," she breathed out, two nurses coming in the room as Vincent's hands wildly signed for help. "I love you..."

When a relaxed sigh escaped her lips, thunder broke and rain pattered against the wind. Glass might as well exploded on his face when he heard her heart monitor ringing loudly.

"No," he whispers as he felt Vincent pull him away from the bed. "No. No, no, no, no!" He's stronger than Vincent, and Vincent knows this as his grip became deathly hard annd fast as he dragged his brother out of the room. "No! Y/n, don't go! Don't go!" He didn't mean to scream her name as Vincent dragged him away, far enough for two doctors to rush in. "Don't go!" He pushed on his brother's arms. "Let me go! Let me go, Vincent!"

"No," Vincent answered, his voice raspy. "Can't do that."

"She-she needs me!" He shouted, trying like hell to be free. He wanted to run back in there and start her heart himself. He wanted to rip out his own just for hers to beat again. "I-I need her! I need her, God!" Soon, two night shift guards came to Vincent's aid to hold him back. "Let me go, now! Vincent, let me go!" He looked as the scene unfolded, his heart breaking as they wheeled out her of the room and hurried towards a surgery room. Bo wanted to kill. He wanted to taste everyone's blood on his hands, rip out their hearts and throw them away. He wanted blood. He wanted to kill God. he wanted y/n.

He felt like he was losing Lester all over again.

Bo was lowered to the ground as something pricked his neck, warm liquid shooting throughout his body. Sleepiness took over as Vincent hushed him in his arms. He held on to his brother tightly, crying in Bo's hair. Both felt their worlds falling apart over y/n, and who could blame them? She was the world to them and more. She made Ambrose better and showed them what it's like to love and to be loved.

"Don't take her, God," Bo breathed, looking up at the white ceiling. "Don't take y/n! She's mine. She ain't yours! Y/n's mine." He cried as he felt his eyes starting to close, and he begged, "Fuckin' take me! Take me instead! Take me... bastard, take me..."

Thunder rumbled over the hospital as it began to pour. Louisiana never sounded so silent before.

[fanofstuff01]

Feel Better - Amnesia AU

So I’m working on my Behind Her Back fic, but today my angst side was kicking me stupid so I decided why the fuck not write something that probably won’t be that great. Know more about the AU from here, though some stuff is different, like Adam still remembers Lilith but as a bad person too.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66 @decentsoupperson @adambrainrot @talesfromawannabejournalist @kittenfangirl20 @cakerybakery

And read the tags first pls.

3, 2, 1, penguin.

Here you go my best

Adam was going to beat someone up.

He couldn’t decide who, but he was.

Be it that fucking servant who touched his guitar, that little devil spawn bimbo who thought now he’d be interested in her redemption bullshit because he fell to hell by mistake, heck a random demon at the streets, all would work. They were all fucking at the same low.

He turned around uncomfortably in bed to face the ceiling, it helped him keep his silence. A new way to say “I don’t want to be there” to that fuck face.

Oh right, he forgot about one demon who was beyond low. He would prefer having him as his target.

He growled at the thought, oh just how much he was willing to give just to have him on the ground punched and kicked to near death by Adam himself, where he fucking belongs, preferably with also three apples stuck to his throat and his dick cut off….

But of course, the only guy he wanted to fuck up more than any of those already filthy demons was also the only guy he couldn’t touch and was chained to.

He was fucking supposed to live with him instead. Just to have some protection as an angel in Hell.

The prick even thought that he was still fucking naive like he was back in the garden and would fall for his dumb tricks, still telling him that hilarious lie about how he loved him and having the balls to

Out of a sudden anger blast, he grabbed his lamp on the nightstand and threw it to one of the walls. He didn’t care if it drew any servants in the room, it wasn’t like they were coming because they cared.

He then turned around in bed and pulled the sheets on himself.

At least he was allowed to imagine it.

-

He didn’t know if he slept or not, but he sure was dragged out of his surprisingly great rest with a knock on the door.

He groaned, grabbed one of his pillows and threw it to the door harshly.

He squeezed his eyes shut again and buried his face on another pillow.

The knocking stopped for a minute before it returned, even a bit louder.

“You-!”

His eyes caught the clock and his voice died down in his throat, not because he got calmer though. If anything it made him even more pissed.

Right. Just about fucking time.

“Come in.”

He rolled in his bed once again, not caring to see who bothered. He already knew.

He heard heels clicking on the floor and felt a small weight on the bed, almost afraid to get close to him.

Lucifer fidgeted with his hands and hair nervously, staring at Adam’s still soft looking brown hair and beautiful wings.

He knew Adam hated these visits as much as he hated him and was going to ignore him all the way through. But, at least he had news to give that day. News he’d probably like.

And hey, at least he stopped yelling at him a few days ago. An improvement between them!

…

He was too delusional and desperate wasn’t he.

But he just couldn’t help himself. He simply had to be close to his Adam in some way. No matter what the man did or felt towards him, Lucifer was always drawn to him merely by his existence.

He missed the times Adam was to him, too…

A tear threatened to get out of his eye but he sniffed and wiped it away. He didn’t want to cry near Adam again, he knew he found it pussy-ish.

He then subconsciously brought that hand on his mouth and began biting his claws, looking around the room to find anything to start talking.

“Did you break that lamp?”

The first man didn’t answer, of course.

“Adam.?”

Adam turned around slightly and peeked a frustrated but pretty golden eye open.

“Yes. Are you going to fuckin’ punish me?”

“Of course not. It was ugly anyway, I should rather thank you.”

Adam shrugged and returned to his old position.

“Don’t.”

Lucifer’s heart broke a bit more, but he decided to keep his mood.

“Okay…”

He coughed little to his fist.

“Can I si-”

“You already do.”

“I can- Sit at somewhere else if you want or anything. If you want more space for yourself.”

Adam blew out some air secretly, he just wished him to stop asking questions.

He pointed at the floor.

Lucifer smiled hopefully and sat down, still near Adam.

He summoned the duck he was working on currently, along with its stuff.

He took a brush and began painting it’s wings, it was great to have the actual inspiration around when you were making a duck.

He began going about his day to Adam, starting with plain words only to continue with paragraphs. He talked about how Charlie’s exercises were mainly focused on trauma healing, how Angel Dust’s fuck head boss bothered with a visit during the breakfast, and of course how annoying Alastor was as usual.

Adam gritted his teeth and placed the pillow over his head when he heard the first words, but of course his new ears heard everything clearer than they should. The pillow barely blocked the annoying noise.

What did he had to do for Lucifer to get that he didn’t give a shit about his boring, generic, useless life? Should he just use his old yelling.?

No, that shit worked as much as his current silent treatment.

He truly just wanted to grab the twink’s neck and throw him out of the window.

Lucifer glanced at Adam’s head when he was done with the right wing, and decided now was the time to break the news he brought with himself and the ones he would actually care about.

“…Then the angels came to visit.”

The orchestra of swears and threats in Adam’s mind suddenly fell silent when the sentence was dropped in the middle of them.

Of course he’d keep important shit for last, just a delightful way to torment him.

..

But fuck didn’t he want to hear more.

Last time he’s seen them was when Sera came to demand Adam’s soul back, only for that cunt Lilith to chime in and say that it was impossible.

Both Sera and Adam hated to admit that she was right.

He hadn’t talked to or heard from them for months almost now. He didn’t even had any ideas what the angels were doing, or were they searching for a solution to his problem.

…But that still didn’t mean he was going to ask anything to just because he had news he wanted to know.

Lucifer smiled when he saw Adam’s hands loosen around the pillow, he wasn’t burying it to his ears anymore.

Good, he had his attention, at least.

“They decided to check Charlie’s hotel once again. Considering it officially works now, they apparently decided to make it more “Heaven-like”.”

He nonchalantly switched the brushes to add the reds on Adam’s wings.

Adam wanted to slap him and just tell him to get to important stuff and details. Like who came. Or if they..

“They didn’t tell or ask me anything much about you if you’re curious.”

Adam waited for him, then groaned on the inside when he remained silent.

Of course they didn’t tell him much about him, they weren’t going to reveal heaven’s secrets and plans of getting the first man back, to the devil and Adam’s maniac capturer.

Lucifer sneaked a peek at Adam, he could tell that he was dying to hear more just by looking at how stiff he was.

He decided to keep his silence for a while, he really wanted to hear Adam’s voice more that day.

He would tell him later if he was more stubborn than he looked.

Adam cursed himself on the inside, he was going to make him work for it wasn’t he?

He’s the ruler of hell for a reason, genius.

He breathed in sharply.

“What… Did….”

He wanted to bite his tongue and shut up but he managed.

“They say.”

Lucifer’s smile grew and he turned back to the duck, thinking what shade would reflect Adam’s eyes.

If he saw them…

“Just Sera wondered why you weren’t in the hotel.”

Adam gripped the sheets in much more anger and frustration when he heard his weak humming. He swore to God if he kept silently playing with that duck he would take it and shove it up his ass.

“And..?”

Shit, maybe Lucifer had went too far with the waits.

Adam sounded the angriest he ever were in days.

“And I, uh, told her that you didn’t want to be there and were at my mansion, but really missed her and the others. And asked for a meeting.”

He really hoped this would make him happier and see that Lucifer worked for him.

Okay, this made Adam a bit more at ease. But just a tiny bit.

Seeing angels, seeing real people would be way better than anything he had there.

And escaping Lucifer just for a while.

Lucifer glanced at him with the corner of his eye, and was more than happy when he saw that he at least wasn’t that angry.

He couldn’t actually get one, but still! Adam liked the idea so it was worth it.

“Anyway, that was all they said.”

Adam didn’t answer once again, but this time it was rather to think. And he surprisingly didn’t mind the way he talked much, it was more of a white noise.

Lucifer said a few more things before he fell silent once again, a stupid smile on his face.

He finally made Adam’s eyes perfectly, after his seventh try. He then began working on the little halo he was going to have, humming that melody Adam loved back then.

As time passed, a conflicting detail appeared out of nowhere in Adam’s his mind, he frowned when he thought about it.

Why wouldn’t the angels want to see him right when they were here? Was it because they were busy?

But “angels”. Not all of them could possibly be busy, and besides, they could at least inform him themselves. He wasn’t Lucifer’s kid or anything.

The thought really got under his skin and suddenly Lucifer’s humming was as annoying as a hundred flies buzzing.

Lucifer put the shiny little halo on top of the little duck and smiled proudly at his work.

Maybe he could give it to Adam at that moment, using how he was right now as a way to get a better reaction.

“A-“

Adam decided to let his walls go for a second, just to get more information he said to himself.

“When the fuck is it? The meeting?” He snarled out, even turning around a bit to look better at him.

Lucifer dropped the done toy he had in his hands.

“Uh…”

He quickly tried to think of a random date, but his mind didn’t work well just when he needed.

Adam noticed how panicked he was, of course.

“When the fuck is it. Lucifer.”

Lucifer gulped.

“It…”

Suddenly all the anger Adam had bottled inside him that day, coupled with a long lasting ten thousand years of rage and hatred found it’s way out. He almost jumped out of his little nest of blankets snd sat straighter, even scaring Lucifer.

“Let me guess, it doesn’t exist does it?!” He said with a maniacal smile.

His eyes only held negative emotions.

It split Lucifer’s heart into two.

“It-It does! I-” He tried desperately, just when he got Adam to-!

“Oh it does? Then why don’t you call Sera right now, so I can ask her, dear Lucifer?!”

“I can’t! She told me-”

Adam laughed painfully.

“She told you to, not fucking contract her? About me? And I’m supposed to believe that you fucking follow Heaven’s orders now?!”

Lucifer felt them coming back, just like Adam’s hatred.

“Look, I know, it doesn’t-”

Adam was sure his teeth were going to crack.

“Get out.”

He almost laughed once again at Lucifer’s crocodile tears, what a fucking bold of a demon he thought he was. He got up and Lucifer did too, holding onto the night stand.

The fallen angel tried to make them go away so badly, but it couldn’t be his priority at that moment as he decided. He raised his hands in an attempt to get him to listen him.

“Adam, listen. You’re right, it doesn’t exist, but-”

Adam tried to claw him but it phased through him, of course.

“BUT, WHAT?!”

Lucifer backed away a bit, still with a spark of hope.

“I just wanted to make you feel better! You’re-!”

Adam looked around to find something to take his anger out and he saw the little duck Lucifer was working on all the time.

It fucking looked like him.

He stomped on it in a swift movement, the duck let out a big quack before it popped under the weight of Adam’s hoof.

He made sure every part of it became flat before he let it go and returned to Lucifer’s frozen, teary, snake face.

“You fucking wanted me to feel better? You?”

Lucifer’s words died down in his throat. There were almost a puddle of tears under his feet.

“I-I…”

Adam chuckled.

“There is only one fucking way for you to manage that. To make me feel better, the slightest.”

Lucifer peeked his head up, still with a smidge of hope.

He hardly lost it when it came to Adam.

Adam pointed a finger directly to his chest, his eyes still burning with all his anger towards Lucifer.

“Going away and fucking killing yourself. The only worthy thing you can do for me and the whole fucking universe!”

That was the final hit he did to Lucifer’s heart and hopes. Even his tears stopped as he just looked up to Adam. Nothing else.

Adam’s blow of anger died down in as they simply stood there for a long minute. Just the blow, not the anger.

Adam decided to go back in his bed and ignore Lucifer, he wasn’t worth more of his anger.

He heard him slowly leave the room, but he cared even less than how much he did at the beginning.

Lucifer didn’t come to dinner he was supposed to have with Adam that evening.

He never missed them.

———

Hehe…

Whew. That was a long run.

Hope you liked it, been a while since I wrote anything.

And if your confused:

1: Adam doesn’t actively wants to kill Lucifer at this point. Sure he dreams of having him “as hurt as he was” but he doesn’t want him directly dead, yk? Just wants him to live what he went through. He didn’t think he’d actually do it either, he said it as just an insult. He’s said it before, and Lucifer didn’t do anything.

2: But this time he shattered Lucifer’s already broken and barely standing together heart into near micro places.

3: I know Adam’s outburst is a bit random, sorry. But he never got calm, and kind of used this as a way to let all his anger out, not just at the thing.

4: Lucifer respawns in his bed after a few days like a sinner, but he can’t die to angelic steel either, unlike one.

[oreoambitions]

Alex tugs urgently on Kara’s pack, her face suddenly pale. “I forgot,” she says. “There was so much else to catch you up on- Stay away from Lena Luthor.”

Kara raises her eyebrows. “Luthor? As in?”

“As in the Luthor family, as in the sister of Lex Luthor. She’s in the third year, and she’ll try to kill you as soon as she hears that you’ve entered the quadrant. Fuck! They should have just let you go to the scribes, I swear-”

“Lex Luthor led the rebellion,” Kara says slowly. “Why would we ever allow a Luthor within Argo’s walls?”

Alex’s expression is pained. The woman ahead of them is signing the rolls now; time is running short. “All the children of the rebellion were conscripted as well as marked."

"Sure, but a rider? This is supposed to be an honor. Luthor is the heir to a rebellion that killed thousands of our people. She has no right-" Nevermind the fact that it's more obligation than honor for Kara. The thought of a rebel, here, in Krypton's most prestigious order of warriors makes her nearly as sick as the sight of the bridge she's about to traverse.

"Nobody expected her to make it over the parapet,” Alex explains in a rushed whisper. “You should have seen her in her first year; she was a tiny pale thing, a hundred pounds soaking wet. Even if she somehow made it across, everyone figured another cadet would kill her. Revenge for the rebellion, or making a name for themselves, that kind of thing. But the wind failed to take her, and once in the quadrant she stayed a step ahead of everyone. Then she bonded a dragon, so. She’s a wingleader now.”

The hair on the back of Kara’s neck stands up. She’s not sure what a wingleader is, but it doesn’t sound like the kind of role she’d like to see in the hands of a Luthor. “That’s… unfortunate,” is all she says. The last conscript ahead of them is disappearing into the tower.

“She’s sworn allegiance to Krypton, but Kara, she’ll kill you. For what Astra did to her brother, she’ll hunt you down. Stay away from her.” Read the Fourth Wing AU on Ao3

[crying-over-cartoons]

INTRODUCING:

The Elemental Serpentine AU!

In this AU, each Serpentine species is getting reworked! They're all getting new, more varied designs, and I'll be making a lot of new species to align with each elemental power in the show!

I'm also reworking much of the lore surrounding Serpentine, since what we are given is inconsistent, and quite vague.

As of now, I have new designs for each of the Serpentine species that appear in the show! Designs for new species to go with the missing elements will come later.

Please note that this AU is a work in progress; the designs I have here are subject to change!

Details about each species are included under the cut~~~

GENERAL AU STUFF

I decided that I want all of my Serpentine to have tails, instead of just the generals. If they have legs, they end up looking more like anthro lizards than anthro snakes. I'll let them keep the arms, though.

In the show, the Serpentine are covered in intricate details. As nice as these details are, they make it difficult to draw Serpentine in 2D. So, more for my own sanity than anything else, the patterns are getting toned down.

CONSTRICTAI - EARTH

I genuinely hate a lot of aspects of the canon design for the Constrictai. Their non-existent necks and random spikes make them look more like horrible little dinosaur gnomes than snakes. For my design, I let them keep the spikes, but moved them so they weren't sticking straight up out of their head. Most important of all, I gave them necks.

Inspiration: Boa constrictor

HYPNOBRAI - MIND

In spite of how it may seem, I did not remove this species' hood! Real snakes with hoods only 'hood up' as a threat display. I decided to incorporate this into my AU. It's not visible here, but my design has false eyes on the back of the hood. I noticed that the original design has snakes in the patterns, so I've incorporated that in a few places. I think I may have gone too far with simplifying their design, so we'll see how it changes as I continue to iterate.

Inspiration: Spectacled cobra

VENOMARI - POISON

This one has received some of the biggest changes in the AU. I felt the Venomari's extra eyes looked quite out of place in my new lineup, since it would be the only one out of a now larger number of species to have four eyes, so I lowered the number to two. I don't like the original colour scheme all that much, so I decided to take a page out of the poison dart frog book and make them bright and varied in colour. They can have a variety of colours and patterns. Like the Hypnobrai, the Venomari have a hood that can't be seen in this image.

Inspiration: African bush viper

FANGPYRE - FORM

I changed the shape of the head pretty drastically, but the colours are the same, even if the pattern is different.

Inspiration: Coral snake

ANACONDRAI - LIGHT

The colour-changing ability of the Anacondrai is so underutilized that I literally forgot about it until I started rewatching the show with my brother, so I've decided to make it more prominent. In this AU, Anacondrai change colour as a method of communication and expression. They can also change their colour to disappear, just like in the show.

Inspiration: Green anaconda, RainWings from the book series Wings of Fire

VERMILLION - FUSION

Each of the Serpentine are born or hatched without visible limbs, appearing as ordinary snakes to the untrained eye. While most species undergo a metamorphosis at a young age, emerging with two limbs, Vermillion do not, and remain in a larval state for their entire lives.

Inspiration: Garter snake, axolotl

MAARAY - WATER

According to the fan wiki for Ninjago, these guys are supposed to be eels, but I thought they were Serpentine when watching the show, and they have the same head model as some of Aspheera's lackeys, so I've made the executive decision to make them Serpentine in this AU.

Inspiration: Yellow-lipped sea krait

[readeren]

Double Kwami Hero Design

So, I found @nobodyfamousposts Double Kwami AU, and I wanted to come up with a design for Marinette. So, here is my sketch.

When I was searching for inspiration, I searched for black and red cats and saw an image of a black cat with red eyes with is why Marinette has red eyes (though I wish I had made them yellow now). It also made me think of the blood moon, and I originally was going to go with that idea for her outfit, but then I remembered that black cats are considered good luck in Asian cultures, so I went looking into that.

And I found that black Maneki Nekos exist, and they protect wealth by warding off evil. Since Plagg is technically the kwami of destruction and not of bad luck, I thought this could work and ran with it.

So, Marinette now has a somewhat Asian inspired outfit with short red shoulder sleeves (due to the ladybug and original blood moon inspiration) and a leotard. She is also wearing boots though they aren't fully drawn. The gold accessories are supposed to be a bell and one of those maneki neko coins with tassels. I also gave her drill hair with ribbons to resemble cat ears and antennae.

Unfortunately, the colors aren't exactly right since I only had pens and a marker at the time and phone's camera sucks. The outfit is mostly supposed to be black with a bluish tint with the sash being actual black, and the inside part of the coat(?) is supposed to be a light blue so it resembles insect wings. Also, the outfit has some red lining.

Unfortunately, I can't draw hands and forgot about her combined weapon. Also, I'm not sure what work as a name.

Edit: Unrelated, but how do I add images to asks?

[maelstroumwaterfall]

Arbormagic Sydrome (The End Of The Wizarding World) Chapter 5 | Hogwarts Mystery Infection AU

Chapter 5. Trust and Support

It's been two days since the Kneazle Incident. Many students couldn't properly participate in lessons as they were traumatized by what they saw. Professor Kettleburn was considered responsible for what happened. As the two students were seriously injured he's been suspended from his job at Hogwarts.

Barnaby and Maelström were transferred to the hospital wing and treated. Barnaby's condition was better than Waterfall's, but his wounds were still serious and the Kneazle leaved very deep scratches along his arms. His hands were bandaged and have to get disinfected over time.

Maelström's face was almost fully bandaged, nobody was allowed to visit him since the incident and he was in coma since he was brought to the hospital wing.

The whole situation even broke Rakepick's plans but gave her some time to deal with the situation with Merula's wand. She wouldn't even care about it but when she examined Snyde's wand she couldn't help but felt that she saw it somewhere. She usually recognises every type of curses she meets, but this one made her confused and doubted.

Anyway she still searches for the answers. Even though she now has less job as Five Year's students were briefly suspended from classes, finding the information about the 'curse' she met was more than just difficult.

Merula was thinking about what happened for a long while. The Kneazle's attack proofed that something wasn't right, but she couldn't search for the answers all alone. Later, he was going to tell Ismelda about what happened in the common room, but now she's moving towards the hospital wing to meet Barnaby.

She hoped she wasn't the only one who noticed the Kneazle's behaviour. Before it attacked Waterfall it looked not aggressive but rather scared. If someone also noticed it, it has to be Barnaby. At least there was some use in his knowledge about animals.

Snyde was already about to enter the hospital wing she noticed that Rowan was walking away from the room. He noticed how determined she was when she walked towards the room and wondered if she was also looking for Maelström.

- Merula? Are looking for Maelström? - he called out. He sounded quite uncertain and awkward, Merula wasn't the one he could casually talk to.

Snyde suddenly stopped and turned towards him. She even forgot there were other students as she only saw her destination and no obstacles.

- No? Are you? He is supposed to be in the hospital wing, isn't he?

- Yes, he is.. but.. I didn't find him there. I wanted ask Barnaby but he was sleeping and I leaved. - he sighed and Merula couldn't help but felt a some kind of empathy towards him. Maelström was a selfish, arrogant, conceited liar and yet, he had such a loyal and trustworthy friend like Rowan.

She saw how worried and conflicted he was and once again felt regret that the Devil's Snare didn't manage to end Waterfall's miserable existence.

- Listen, Rowan. We both know something isn't right with Maelström. You have to be the first one to notice that. - she didn't want to stay silent about it anymore. She had to make sure everyone knows the truth, even though she wasn't sure if she knows it herself.

- I.. - he wanted to deny her words but he indeed noticed but how strange was Maelström's behaviour recently. His emotions became somehow unstable, he was constantly complaining about thirst and hunger, scratching his skin, and besides all of this, Waterfall was very aggressive towards magical creatures. - I want to trust him.. But..

Merula looked at him closer and gave a slight nod, already knowing what he's going to say.

- You're right. - he finished. He was still very uncertain, he felt like he's betraying Maelström, but aslo felt like something really is wrong.

- Oh, finally. - she smirked at him. - And don't say I didn't tell you that before.

- But you didn't?.. - he already felt like regretting saying this but Merula only rolled her eyes.

- Anyways, I think I might be very close to finding the answers. Not like I care about this freaky thing Waterfall.

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Barnaby just woke up and leaned at the back of the bed. He still felt this burning pain in his hands but he didn't regret helping Waterfall. It was the least he could do for his friends. He was a little surprised that he didn't notice Maelström anywhere in the room, but decided that he was probably transferred to the hospital in Hogsmeade where he could get better treatment. Suddenly the door in the hospital wing was opened and he flinched a little when Penny rushed inside the room and moved to the other end of the room with a quick pace.

It wasn't even a minute when she came back with an even more angered look than before. She stopped near Barnaby's bed and clearly had something to tell him. Barnaby couldn't help but noticed the red scratches on her skin. Even now while she while she looking at him she was scratching her skin. Hands, face, neck, everything had these red marks.

- WHERE'S MAELSTRÖM?! - she asked almost yelling. Barnaby even though it wasn't her as it was the first time he saw her like this.

- Well, he's not here.. - he responded, still being a little confused. He didn't even manage to gather his thoughts as everything happened too quickly.

- What do you mean he's not here?! - she shouted back while her nails kept leaving red scratches on her cheeks.

- Um.. Obviously, I mean he's not here.. - he responded, not really understanding the question. Her expression was enough to tell him that she's not satisfied with such answer. - I don't know where he is. He was probably transferred to the other hospital..

- Don't know?! How do you fucking not know if you've been here together all the time?! YOU, USELESS PIECE OF. - she didn't manage to finish her sentence as she was interrupted by Barnaby, to this moment it looked like she almost caused her scratches to bleed.

- There's no need to yell, Penny.. - Barnaby said, feeling a little hurt at her words. He never thought she could think about him like this.

- Yell?! I don't ye.. - suddenly, she stopped like she just came back to reality. She even stopped scratching her skin for a moment and her expression became less annoyed and aggressive.

- I-I.. - her features softened and her look slowly turned into a really worried one as she saw Barnaby's upset look, and she felt extremely guilty after she understood what she just said to him.

- I'm so sorry, Barnaby I.. I don't know what's wrong with me.. - she managed to say while one could heard a slight trembling in her voice. Her eyes watered before a few tears fell down her cheeks. - I don't know what's going on with me.. . I-.. I... I yelled at Tonks.. Insulted Ben.. and even Rowan.. It's.. It's all because of this curse.. I wanted to ask Maelström to stop searching for the vaults, but couldn't find him anywhere!.

- Hey, hey, it's fine, Penny... - Barnaby said softly, helping her to sit down at the bed. He couldn't bear seeing her tears and even felt like crying himself. - You can tell me everything, just please, calm down.. - he saw how difficult this all was for her and he felt genuine empathy towards her. He carefully pulled her in his embrace and gently hugged her.

- Please, Penny.. Don't cry. You'll get through this.. We will. - he said, really trying to reassure her. She indeed looked very tired and scratching her skin was obviously painful for her, but she just couldn't stop herself. Seeing her suffering was more than just painful for Lee.

She leaned on him and she couldn't believe she was finally able to rest after everything. She felt constantly nervous, afraid and tired. She felt so guilty for hurting her friends and this support from Barnaby was very important for her. She layed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. - Thank you, Barnaby..

(Thx for reading 💝 😊 The next part is going to be about Tonks and Rakepick and I'll try to write them 'till the end of my weekends (this Wednesday :'<) I also need to work on my school project but it doesn't mean I'll not spend more time drawing and writing things I'll not need in my life >:>

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your vampire noah au has me hooked immediately, i had to come here and ask you questions after reading.

first things first, your half vampire tag. what exactly does that entail? it could mean anything. are there going to be other character's who are a vampire?

secondly, what are the other ships mentioned in the tags? are they going to be important enough to mention any time soon? or can we know them now.

thirdly, is this going to be based off of stakes? with its recent departure from the fandom, a lot of people are missing it. is there a reason you posted this when you did, so close to its deletion?

is fourthly a word?

fifthly, what does the soulmate tag mean? i've never seen it used in that way before.

sixthly (?), can you tell us anything about it? fun facts, i mean.

seventhly (i'm just winging it at this point), does noah being bitten on his ankle have any plot relevance to it? given that it wasn't on his neck?

that's all i can think of for now.

woaaah this is like .. one of the longest asks ive ever seen. sorry it took me so long to reply, i really had to think on how i would respond to this..!

well, lets start in order.. lets seeee..

mm i dont know if i can answer this in a way that isnt spoilery or holds plot relevance. sorry if that doesnt help ur curiosity, but rest assured it will be addressed in the fic itself so .. just stay tuned!

i dont see how it would be any spoilers to say this, so ill just come out and do so already! one of the main background ships is geoff/gwen/bridgette. they are just so cute to me, and id like to make it clear the three of them are all dating each other. there is also going to be eva/izzy, of course; and owen/izzy (izzy has two hands). another ship im entertaining the idea of is possibly duncan/dj? but neither of those two are going to have much relevance to the story. actually, funny story, this was supposed to be an alejandro/noah/heather fic, but i totally forgot to tag it as such. im debating on if i want to keep it that way afterall, or have it stay just alenoah.. i guess we'll see the further i write. there is some others but those are a bit spoilery so, stay tuned..!

uhh.. i feel like thats a very weird thing to ask? but, i guess you could say i was inspired after reading stakes? i began writing this last month (pictured below) so i wouldnt say i wrote and posted this just because stakes got deleted. actually, i wasnt going to post this fic at all until i had at least 5 chapters written for it, or all of it written, but i got too excited after finishing writing chapter 2 so.. teehee...

i THINK it is..!

teehee i cant saaay.. much. what i can say is it being 'non-typical' is important. its nothing like soul bounds themselves. how youd think of a soulmate 'au' is not what this is, nobody are soulmates. but .. well.. sooomething may happen. i will just say, it has something to do with vampire culture.

fun facts, huh..? mmm i really dont know.. tbh not even i think too deeply on this sort of thing.. i guess id say that noah has a lot of moles / freckles everywhere? so him having a bite mark wouldnt really raise suspicion, given that its just two puncture wounds. i dont know, im sorry! i guess ill have to think on this some more.. im sort of entertaining the idea that theres more to the universe than just vampires, if this helps. buut,.. i havent decided yet, teehee.

hmm, aside from me thinking itd be funny for him to have a mark on his leg? well... who knows!

anyway, thanks for caring so much to ask me stuff!