#also the 'wings' are just more of her hair

[seven-gill]

Gill with and without water

Forcing myself to draw the entire body rather than limiting myself to headshots. Still haven’t worked my way to drawing wings, however.

Revisited my concept for King Gill and fleshed it out a bit, both his hydrated and dehydrated states. His appearance was primarily inspired by Mufasa (I even referenced one of his poses) and a little bit of King Triton with the goal of making him look kingly and paternal. As I’ve mentioned previously, I like to give SeaWings (and all the wings really) facial hair when I think it fits the character. I also gave him a gill patch, which my Orca design inherited,

While in the arena, he loses most of his ‘beard’ and sail as it dries up and shrivels. He’s also very underweight, and the lack of water has given him a shrink wrapped appearance, emphasizing his bones and musculature. He has sores and scratches from where he’s been chained around the neck and ankles. He’s completely feral, almost zombie-like. He’s just overall gross and crusty.

Bonus Coral cause I also redid her sketch. Gave her much more simplified jewelry inspired by Ponyo’s mother.

[ur-local-wizard]

I love the way you write baby, can you honour me with this prompt idea: Mattheo Riddle loses a Quidditch match against his biggest rival, and his anger boils over. Dragging his girlfriend into the locker room, he takes out his frustration on her in a heated, rough moment of intimacy. Afterward, he leaves her shaken to vent elsewhere, but when he returns, he finds her being comforted by his rival. Jealousy and fury take over as he drags her away, scolding her and accusing her of betrayal—though beneath his anger is a fear he’s not ready to admit: that he might’ve pushed her too far this time.

Losing Game

tysm for the request babes!! this was sooo creative! hope you enjoy, it was my first time writing angst 🤭

mattheo riddle x fem!reader, extremely toxic behavior, mentions of sex, characters are of age, i think that's it

w/c: 1106

masterlist

a/n: if there are any tags I missed, pls pls pls let me know!! also, I wasn't sure if i should label it nsfw in my masterlist or not, so if you think it should be tell me and I'll change it!

Angry sex with Mattheo was something you were used to, especially after he lost a quidditch game. Everyone knew he had a temper, and even as his girlfriend, you were not immune to it. But he’s never been so hurtful. Not like this. 

The physical part of it was good, as per usual, but his words struck a deeper chord than normal. The names he called you, the blatant disregard for your feelings, the way his touch felt oppressive instead of loving – it was strange, and honestly overwhelming. 

So that’s how you got here, curled up in the fetal position just outside the quidditch locker room. You barely noticed the muffled sound of footsteps approaching you on the grass. Blinking back more tears, you look up, not expecting to see the Gryffindor Cormac McLaggen of all people. He was one of many on the long list of people Mattheo hated most, and you knew that if your boyfriend saw him of all people in his current tempered state, someone would end up in the hospital wing. 

“You okay?” Cormac asked, crouching in front of you. His tone was softer than you would expect, laced with nothing short of concern and pity. He reached out, and you flinched as his hand brushed your arm. “You’re freezing. Come, let’s get you inside. I don’t want you to contract hypothermia.” 

The warmth of his hand sent a wave of guilt through you, and the combination of your confusion and his touch made you flinch away. He’s right – it’s so cold your fingers are going numb. You weren’t sure if it was the weight of your emotions, your exhaustion, or the sheer cold, but you felt your defenses crumble, allowing him to pull you up and off the ground.

Then the locker room door opened. 

Out walked Mattheo, his presence looming over you like a shadow. His hair was disheveled, his jaw set like stone. His gaze flicked between you and Cormac, his eyes burning with fury. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” He snapped, his voice low and full of nothing but rage and resentment. You opened your mouth to speak, but he roughly grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his side, effectively cutting you off. Your stomach churned, and the emotions swirling inside your gut made you want to puke. 

“You think this is okay?” He scolded you, his gaze narrowing into a glare. “The hell are you doing with this piece of shit?” He motioned to Cormac, scoffing. “And you, what are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

“Mattheo, stop-” Your voice trembled as you began to talk, but the bitter laugh that escaped his lips cut you off. 

  “Don’t even try to explain,” he sneered, his grip so tightening so much it may leave a bruise. His expression was still angry, but something seemed off. Beneath the anger in his eyes, you saw a flicker of something else – something raw. Afraid, maybe. “I leave for five fucking minutes and come back to find you cozying up with Cormac fucking McLaggen.” 

His words hit harder than expected, making the nausea in your stomach only grow stronger. “You’re being ridiculous,” you said, voice quiet but filled with hurt. You pressed your lips together and fought the urge to cry again. 

“Ridiculous? You don’t get to decide that after this little stunt you just pulled.” 

Cormac crossed his arms over his chest, his expression solemn. “Maybe if you treated her better and paid attention to her obvious distress, she wouldn’t be crying out here in the cold,” he retorted. 

The room seemed to freeze at his words. Mattheo’s head snapped toward Cormac, his eyes dark and burning. The tension in the air was suffocating, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Mattheo hissed.

“I know enough,” Cormac shot back, unwavering. “I know she shouldn’t be out here like this. She could get sick!”  

Mattheo’s jaw clenched so hard it looked like his teeth could grind together into dust. For a moment, it looked like he was going to punch Cormac – he certainly wanted to – and the suspense made you even dizzier than before. But instead, he turned his glare back to you. “Get up. Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, and you could tell by the tone of his voice it was more of an ultimatum. Stay here, and you would lose him. 

You hesitated, jaw opening and closing, unsure what to say. You didn’t want to fight. Not again. Not when your body already ached from more than just the physicality of what had just conspired in the locker room. So, even after all the hurt he’s caused, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him. He just looked so betrayed, so afraid. 

“Okay,” you conceded, voice barely a whisper. Cormac scoffed, but you didn’t dare look his way as your boyfriend grabbed your wrist again and led you away, his footsteps crushing the grass beneath his feet. His grip wasn’t painful, but it was firm – as if he was afraid that if he let go, you’d disappear. 

The journey was silent as he dragged you to an empty corridor. The moment the two of you were alone, he spun to face you, his chest rising and falling rapidly with labored breaths. 

“Don’t ever do that again,” he said. 

“Do what?” You asked, brows furrowing.

His fingers twitched at his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to reach for you. “Sitting with him. Letting him touch you. Letting him look at you like – like that.”

You stared at him, disbelief bubbling up past the lingering hurt. “Mattheo, do you even hear yourself? I was sitting there because of you. Because of what you did.”

He looked shocked, but that quickly faded as he realized what you were talking about. He lowered his eyes to the ground, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed his shame. He looked like he wanted to argue, to push back like he always did in situations like this, but something in his expression told you he knew he would finally lose you if he did. For the first time, he looked unsure. 

“Do you even care that you hurt me?” You asked, voice softer now, but still full of lingering hurt. In response, his whole body tensed. A long silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. Then, barely above a whisper, so low you almost missed it, he muttered, “I do.”

It wasn’t an apology – not yet. But you knew it was as close as you were going to get for now. 

Ty again for this request!! I had sm fun writing it! Sorry it took me so long to write, life and school is insane rn

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[wrestlingwithlife]

(COD Monster AU)

Wow this took me way longer to do than it should have.

Monster!Task Force 141xKaiju!Reader

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Price’s tail flicked idly, his eyes narrowing as he sat across from Laswell. She slid a folder onto the table in front of him, its edges slightly worn.

“What’s wrong with this one?” He grunted, reaching for it, his claws grazing the paper as he flipped it open.

Laswell exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “There’s nothing wrong with him, John. It’s just... getting more dangerous out there. With you sidelined from most of these missions, I figured you could use a heavy hitter.”

“Half of this is redacted,” Price muttered, flipping to a new page, his sharp eyes scanning the censored text.

Laswell leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed. “He’s a special case,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully.

Price glanced up, his gaze fixed on a striking photograph of the new recruit. A man — or what seemed to be a man, though something about him felt different. A pair of piercing e/c eyes stared back at him from the image, their intensity almost unnerving.

“Shit…” Price muttered under his breath, feeling as if those eyes were staring straight through him, into something deeper.

Laswell’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You don’t come across beings like him often. The higher-ups like to keep him under lock and key, for... reasons.”

Price shut the folder with a snap, feeling a cold unease settle in his gut. “What is he?” His voice dropped low, his tone skeptical.

Laswell met his gaze evenly.

“Kaiju.”

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The courtyard was silent for a moment, the distant sound of approaching vehicles stirring the air.

Soon, the unmistakable hum of an armored truck filled the space as it rumbled into the compound, kicking up a small cloud of dust behind it.

Two heavily armed guards emerged, their tactical gear glinting in the midday sun.

"Bloody hell," Ghost muttered under his breath, watching the truck's slow arrival. “What kind of super weapon has Laswell assigned us?”

The back of the truck was lowered with a mechanical hiss, and one of the guards moved inside while the other approached Price, holding out a fresh set of documents. The guard’s expression was tight, his posture rigid.

“Apologies for the previous file, sir. The higher-ups have certain protocols they insist on following,” the guard said, as he handed Price the new set of papers.

Gaz raised an eyebrow, wings flicking as he eyed the truck with suspicion. “Is all this really necessary?”

The first guard nodded gravely. “Transportation protocol for him, issued by his last captain. It's... standard procedure.” He paused, as if trying to choose his words carefully. “For him, it’s just safer this way.”

As the conversation waned, the truck's back doors creaked open. The guard’s partner emerged, his hands tightly gripping a thick chain that led to something inside the vehicle.

He also held a cattle prod, the prongs gleaming menacingly in the sunlight. The chain rattled with a cold, ominous sound, drawing all attention to the truck.

Then, with a slight groan of metal, a massive figure ducked out of the truck and into the light. The Task Force froze, their eyes widening at the sight of the newcomer.

The first thing that struck them was the size of the figure. A man, or something resembling one, but far larger. His skin was s/c, almost ashen, with wild, untamed h/c hair falling in waves around his broad shoulders. He was bound, a thick chain wrapped around his neck, connected to a steel collar that gleamed under the sunlight. His arms were shackled, cuffs linking his wrists in front of him.

And the final touch — a muzzle, covering his lower face, making it impossible to see his expression fully.

Y/n stood there, motionless for a moment, eyes adjusting to the light, his thick, black tail kicking up dust as it scraped across the dry ground. His presence was overwhelming, his sheer size dwarfing the guards and the rest of the Task Force. For a heartbeat, no one moved.

"Hot damn..." Soap muttered under his breath, not bothering to hide his surprise. The werewolf can’t help but feel his instincts rage at the amount of restraint the kaiju was under, fighting the urge to tear it off of him.

The second guard spoke, his voice betraying a mixture of discomfort and apology. “It’s all really unnecessary,” he admitted, passing the chain and the keys to Price. “But his last Captain... he was terrified of what he could do if he wasn’t controlled.”

Price’s gaze locked onto the hulking figure in front of him. He could feel the dragon within him stir, a primal instinct to claim this broken soldier. The eyes of the creature before him — the glowing e/c orbs — seemed to burn into him, even from across the distance. He felt a cold shiver down his spine, though he refused to acknowledge the sensation.

“No one likes being *locked away* like this.”

The first guard seemed to agree, shrugging slightly. “Protocol’s protocol. Can’t be helped. But he won’t be easy to control.” He turned his gaze to Y/n, who stood, unblinking, before them all.

“Seems like we’ll find out soon enough,” Price said, his voice hardening. He stepped forward, taking the keys from the guard’s hand, his eyes never leaving Y/n.

Y/n remained silent, the chain clinking softly as it swayed with his movements. The moment hung in the air — a heavy silence, thick with the weight of uncertainty and danger. Then, as if on cue, the guards stepped back, leaving Price and the Task Force to deal with the Kaiju.

Price was the first to break the silence. “Alright, then,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Let's see if you’re worth all this trouble.”

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Im so sorry that this was a bit rushed and is not that great, I wanted to get the intro for this series done so I could open things up a bit for more suggestions.

I’ll let you guys have the reins a bit more for this series, but I imagine it will be a collection of one offs that have minimal timeline to it, unless that’s something you guys suggest!

~ Mwa Mwa

[ladyinquisidork]

Rook story prompts #14 Attending a celebration if you would like?

Gold and Other Precious Things

Rook couldn’t stop adjusting her various rings as she tried to stop the bounce of her foot. She was standing in the back garden behind a row of shrubs that blocked her view of the opera house on the Dellamorte grounds. Caterina had given her the invitation to the event that was currently underway personally at the last meeting regarding the clean up of the Antaam occupation. 

Wear something tasteful.

She asked Lucanis what Caterina had meant and she saw the brief look of anger before he squashed it down with an easy smile. He reassured her to just pick something nice, formal.

Rook could read between the lines though.

There was no way the older woman hadn’t meant it as a dig at what she wore.

It was true she often dressed in Rivaini armor; she was Rivaini. It gave her more mobility and she could swim in it. It did also mean it was… revealing and gold adorn. So it was fair to say it was very different then the Treviso aesthetic.  Tasteful.

The week before the event Rook had been confident in her choice of dress for the evening. She told herself it didn’t matter what Caterina thought. 

Now though, as she stood at the precipice of the party, she grew self conscious. In the shop she loved it; had probably never felt more beautiful. She was honored to showcase such fine Rivaini craftsmen ship... and maybe several of her best features. The love of her life would be seeing her in this after all. Why shouldn't she sparkle a little.

The top was barely a bralette, made of little golden feathers that shimmer in the lights of the city. Though the skirt went to the floor it hung low on her hips and was thin enough you could see through most of it, it clung to her thighs and fanned out just above the knee. A pattern of golden waves and pearls etched into the fabric. It was the color of the ocean near her home, a beautiful turquoise. A scarf attached at her hip to hang over her shoulder in the Rivaini style. She’d found gold rings and bangles among her hoard spoilers to wear as trophies. Among them she had also found a large pearlescent shell hair pin she put up half her golden curls.

It was peak Rivaini.

And if that didn’t do it her bare shoulders to her forearms showed off her wing tattoos.

But now she felt gaudy compared to a lot of the guests she’d seen coming and going. Doubt crept in with every moment Lucanis wasn’t there. Speaking of where was her assassin–

“Rook?” Lucanis had come up behind, silent as death as usual. He was striking in his usual navy and silver, but the material of the attire was clearly finer. The look of awe on his face made her spin her rings faster.

“Well? What do you think?” She did a little spin. Hoping he’d say something. Anything. But he just watched her intently. “It’s too much I know but in Rivain this is like high fashion? At least that’s what Isabela said–”

Lucanis stepped forward, taking one of her hands and lacing their fingers together. Slowly he brought her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. 

“You are magnificent.” 

She felt her shoulders relax at the contact. “It’s not too much gold?”

His eyes went a bright fuschia as he lowered their clasped hands. “SHINY,” Spite supplied happily. In a blink the demon was gone.

Lucanis sighed. “He has promised to behave this evening but it does come at a price.”

“How steep is the bribe this time?”

Steeling himself, Luncais began to walk forward, leading her along the garden path to the opera doors. “Dessert. Specifically the cake.”

“That’s not so bad.” Other guests were catching sight of them now and she could hear murmurs starting.

“He gets a piece, he fucks off until morning. I even get to sleep.”

She laughed. “Generous.”

They reached the doors and there was a footman at the door. “Master Dellamorte. Mistress Laidir. Shall I announce you?”

“Gracias, Andre. A moment.” Lucanis let go of her hand and smoothed the doublet of his before offering her his arm. 

“Nervous?” She asked quietly, as she laced her hand around his arm.

“I hate these parties. I hate wearing fancy attire. And I hate being announced.” He looked at her and smiled softly. “The only thing keeping me here is how radiant you are in that dress.”

“Sweet talker.” 

“You may announce us.” Lucanis walked them forward. Rook tried not to squeeze his arm too tight as the footman's booming voice filled the hall.

“Lucanis of House Dellamorte, First Talon and Hero of the Veilguard, accompanied by Trissani Laidir, Lord of Fortune, Slayer of Corius the Icetalon and Leader of the Veilguard!” 

Every eye turned to them and there was a thunderous applause. Rook was never going to get used to this. She was a long way from that Tevintar galley.

They entered further into the hall and people around them continued to stare. A murmur rippled through the crowd so thick even her elven hearing could make out anything definite. There was a lot of surprise and approval, which eased some of the ever present dread.

“Rook! You look gorgeous! Where did you get this ensemble? You must tell me.”

“There is this seamstress in Dairsmuid named Esella. She is just inside the main gates, apparently she and Isabela go way back and they were able to get me fitted in time.”

“It’s very…Rivaini.” Caterina chimed in before sipping more wine. 

Rook smiled. “Well yes, that is where I am from–”

“And the bracelets? They seem to be from many different places.”

Rook nodded. “Keen eye. These are from the hoard of the Fangscorcher we slew in Arlathan forest.”

“Fascinating.” Caterina did not sound like she found it fascinating. Rook could see Teia and Viago exchange a look out in her periphery but she ignored them to give the matriarch her full attention. “A flamboyant practice to say the least.”

She almost out right asked what the hell her problem was but… this was Lucanis’ grandmother. She could keep it together for an evening.

More guests were arriving and it seemed a band was starting up soon. A waiter slinked up beside her. “Drink, senorita?”

“Thank you.” She took one of the thin stemmed glasses. It clearly had some kind of sparkling wine. Lucanis took one as well. Before she could drink it Viago was at her side and put a droplet in it from a vial. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you aren’t poisoned tonight. It’s going to be a long party.”

Lucanis rolled his eyes and drank from his. Rook pointed at Lucanis. “Why don’t you do that to his drink?”

“He’s a Crow born and raised; built an immunity.” Viago swooped back to Teia’s side.

Rook looked at Lucanis. “And you were going to just… let me drink this?”

Lucanis laughed. “And deny Viago what he does best? I’d sooner fight the Archdemon again.”

Caterina hit her cane on the ground. “Drink. Eat. It is a celebration after all.”

Lucanis put out his arm again. “Come. I wish to show you off.”

Caterina raised an eyebrow but Rook was happy to escape her scrutiny. Once they were out of earshot she sighed. “We got along so well in the beginning. Now she’s so… intense. It feels like she’s testing me.”

“Of course she is.”

“Am I passing?”

“Hard to tell with Caterina. It doesn’t matter. Not even the gods could keep me from you.”

That made her ears go red and she threw back the rest of the wine she had. Classy to say the least. “You're right. Let's mingle. Sooner we make the rounds, the sooner we can go home.”

Lucanis took a more moderate sip of his glass. “Can’t believe the rest of the Veilguard bailed on us. You’d think Bellara would want to come, or Emmrich.”

“Too fancy a party and too likely to be poisoned were most of the excuses I got.” With that she and Lucanis drifted around the room. Most wanted to hear about fighting off and eventually killing the dragon. Others were interested in the battle with the gods. Rook’s confidence grew with each new introduction. It wasn’t all that different from fighting, knowing the rhythm of a conversation. Eyes followed her wherever she went and it eventually stopped bothering her. It helped that she had Lucanis. 

She could do anything with him at her side. It helped that the wine was very good too. 

Three glasses and a plate of food deep, she had nearly forgotten Caterina’s attempts at souring her mood. After all, they were celebrating Treviso’s liberation and the world wasn’t solely on their shoulders anymore.  

They were chatting with the art merchant they’d saved from the Antaam, when Lucanis slid his hand on her bare lower back; warm and solid. She did her best not to react, but she suddenly was not thinking about the party anymore and got lost in her own little daydream of stealing her beloved assassin away to a dark corner.

It wasn’t clear if that getting lost in thought or simply her better elf hearing that helped her hear through the noise to behind her, where Caterina had remained all night she heard clearly, “Tackiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. And the gold?”

Rook tensed.

Another voice chimed in. One she didn’t know so well. “It is not something I’d wear but it is undeniable, she’s a beauty.”

She heard Caterina scoff. “She’ll break my poor grandson’s heart no doubt. Only a matter of time.”

Rook was taken out of her focus on their conversation as she felt Lucanis stiffen next to her. He slid his hand up her back. “Shall we dance, mi amor?”

The next song to play was a waltz and a fast one at that. “No! I mean no, I’ll only embarrass myself.” Since when did he call her anything but Rook? He stepped away and bowed, offering her hand. The conversation around her died. “I… if you insist.”

With that she allowed herself to be led to the floor and with his hand on her waist. Now she wasn’t a dancer but even she knew that was too low as his hand pressed into her bare skin. “Just keep your nose aligned with my shoulder.” He whispered. “I can do the rest.”

With a nod he led her around the dance floor. It was quicker than a lot of the dances she’d seen. It was dizzying as he spun her masterfully around the floor. 

“You’re good at this,” she whispered. 

“I was made to do this while holding a candle. If the candle went out, I would have to practice twice as long. It is not a skill I think I’ve ever used.”

Rook smiled. “Well I’m honored. I didn’t know you liked dancing.”

“Only with you.” 

She locked eyes with him. It was like the world disappeared. It spun around them needless. Hand in hand. It always surprised her how little words it took for Lucanis to leave her like this; blissfully in love. They moved as one, just like when they fought together. 

It was a little exhilarating. 

The music stopped and she found herself breathing heavily. More so then she probably should from the dance.

He led her back off the floor to a table with some water, not far from the table they’d left Caterina. “Here. I will be back shortly. Then I wish to take you home.”

She nodded, not trusting her voice. Home sounded glorious. 

Then she watched as he moved to the table with his grandmother. 

Her heart sank and she became very interested in the glass in her hand. 

“Excuse me, I need a word with my grandmother.”

Whoever was at the table hurried away and out of Rook’s periphery. 

“Lucanis–”

He cut her off. “Rook and I will be retiring for the evening.”

Caterina huffed, clearly annoyed. “Will you be staying at the villa?”

“No. We will be departing for the Lighthouse.”

“I insist. I made ready your–”

“I will not tolerate any disrespect to Rook.” 

Caterina was silent and Rook did her best to look anywhere but them. Lucanis had bent low so to be saying this in Caterina’s ear but with her elf hearing she couldn’t tune it out, only felt her face go hot with shame. 

She should’ve just worn something simple. She shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.

Worse yet; she shouldn’t care. It only mattered that Lucanis loved her and she loved him. Some old hag giving her a hard time shouldn’t bother her.

But deep down, a little slave girl turned treasure hunter yearned to be accepted. She didn’t have a family. The last thing she wanted to do was put a rift in Lucanis’.

“You are a romantic. It's sweet to see you this way. But I do not wish to see you hurt.”

“I'll say this in a way you understand." Lucanis' voice was low, dangerous. "I love you but if you say one more unkind thing about the future Lady of House Dellamorte I will slit your throat myself.”

Rook’s eyes shot up to look at them and of course she immediately locked eyes with Caterina. The old woman showed nothing but she knew she probably looked dumbstruck. 

Probably because there was so much love swelling in her chest she didn’t know what to do with it.

Caterina smiled, breaking their eye contact to look at her grandson. “Understood.”

It turned out Rook actually did know what to do with it-- the love. Lucanis was making his way back to her and she met him half way to press her lips to his. Brief but full of intent. 

“Let’s blow this fish fry stand.”

Lucanis nodded in agreement. Quietly they made their way through the streets of Treviso, hand in hand. 

Safely back in the fade and in the boat to the Lighthouse she laced their fingers together. “Did you… did you mean that?”

Lucanis’ face was blank in a way she knew all too well. Walking too close to the edge. Too close to the truth. She was scared he’d hide from her again. That maybe it was too much. Instead he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “It wasn’t how I meant to broach the subject… but yes.” 

“I mean I love you of course I’ve… Also wanted to talk about it.” It was a miracle her heart didn’t beat out of her chest. “I just… I don’t want to come between you and your family.” The boat came to a stop at the pier for the Lighthouse and Lucanis chuckled. Getting out of the boat he offered her a hand out. 

“It is her trying to come between us. That is unacceptable.” Lucanis shrugged as he walked with her back towards the Lighthouse Eluvian. “It doesn’t matter though. She will come around.”

Rook pinched the bridge of her nose. “You threatened to slit her throat.”

“No. I promised to slit her throat. No one disrespects House Dellamorte.”

His eyes flashed purple and he cackled. “She’ll. Die. Mad About It.” His eyes went back to normal. “Behave or no cake.”

Rook stopped. “Oh no! We left without the cake!”

Shaking his head, Lucanis pulled her through the Eluvian and up the stairs to the library. She’d been looking forward to some alone time with Lucanis without Spite and now it was going to be ruined because they–

“SURPRISE!” 

Rook jumped as the rest of the Veilguard cheered. There were streamers and food laid out on tables. “What is all this?”

Bellara came forward. She was wearing an orange dress she’d seen Dalish wear. “Do you like it? We knew that fancy and stuffy party was going to be… well fancy and stuffy. So we decided to put a little something together for you! To show you how much you’ve meant to us. We even all dressed fancy.”

Manfred came forward with a tray that had a beautiful if a little lopsided cake. He was also wearing a bright green bowtie. “CAKE!”

Neve came forward. “Hey Fred, don’t take all the credit. I assisted.” She wore a very dashing white ensemble with flowy pants. “We also knew you were nervous and might bail early.”

Davrin laughed. “Bets were on for what time you’d get back.”

Neve folded her arms. “And you all owe me two gold. I got it nearly down to the minute.”

“You couldn’t have stayed another thirty minutes?” Taash asked as they dug in a pocket of their silk pantaloons. 

Rook laughed and tried not to cry. “Party was a bust, so no.” They’d been through every misery the gods could throw at them. She looked at Lucanis. “You knew about this?”

“Of course I did. Who do you think took Manfred grocery shopping?”

Her team was counting out the gold to give to Neve when Lucanis came up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist, putting his chin on her shoulder. Rook sighed melting back into his embrace as she watched her friends try and talk Neve down to one gold. “Should we tell them?”

Lucanis kissed her shoulder and held her tighter. “I’ll do the whole thing properly later. Let’s celebrate you tonight.”

Rook laughed. “If you insist.”

[danicaliwali]

Leo valdez who helps you dye your hair because im thinking about him too much :,>

Also, not proof read

ʚ he gives great input on colors (he wants to see you in firetruck red)

ʚ he'd definitely begs asks you to dye a streak of his hair to match yours

"But amoooorrrrr!!! I need to show everyone how great you are!"

"Your hair is too dark! Id have to bleach it first!"

"You bleach yours too!"

ʚ you gotta tell him how bad itd be for his hair :(

ʚ he cares a bit about his hair, but you definitely care more. (Please please please dont let him kill those beautiful curls)

ʚ anyway- he'll put Vaseline on your hairling and neck to keep the dye off ya :> and mix dishsoap and baking soda to take it off

ʚ Mamá Valdez used to cover up her greys, so thats where he learned to tricks from

ʚ He vaguely remembers watching his mamá do her roots, carefully and neatly. So he tries to do that too

ʚ if you kinda just... dump the dye on???

Leo stood in silence. Gaping at you through the mirror. "O-ok then..." he muttered, starting to spread the dye

ʚ its honestly fucking hilarious. He was so willing to dye each individual strand, and then you're just like "lol nah that takes to long! *plop!*"

ʚ uh- yall get dye everywhere... the bathroom floor, counter, wall and maybe door of the bunker nine bathroom has strange (color) splotches 0.0

ʚ i feel like he'd take goofy ass pics of you while you're waiting for the dye to take???

ʚ and some of THEE stupidest convos ever

(I cant decide who's who here)

"Y'think birds get sad they dont have arms???"

"Do YOU get sad you dont have wings?"

"...yeah..."

ʚ when the timer goes off, he has you lay in the tub so he can rinse your hair

"I always saw mi tia Rosa in the salons doing this... she liked bragging to mi mamá about it..."

"Oh... she sounds like a bitch"

ʚ no one ever fuckin knows what to say to him when he brings up his family, but that was probably one of the times he laughed about it

ʚ then you gotta sit back and realize that he noticed something his mother always wanted to do, somthing considered to be a bit of a luxury, and he was trying to make an at home version for you

ʚ after the dye is rinsed out, he'd try to help you dry your hair, to see the results faster :>

ʚ bro ends up pouting and sitting on the floor lmaoo

ʚ overall, great bunker-nine-salon experience

ʚ and he's very much so going to get at least ONE matching streak with you next time. There is NO fight about it.

[somepsychopomp]

Going back to my Nosferatu AU for a bit w/ eldritch owl monster Athena because I have thoughts. Particularly about the Trojan War, should Ody live long enough to see it.

Athena would be sooo excited that her hatchling is finally going to war! With her shrieking cry (think of the screeches a barn owl makes) she shall herald her beloved offspring into battle and under her guidance, he shall shed rivers of blood and leave behind fields of carnage. All the lands will soon quake in fear at the name Odysseus. And they will come to revere and dread Athena even more so than they already do.

And at the end of each day, her owlet shall deliver the corpses of his enemies to her so she might feast upon them in glory.

But also, Athena is very worried that he's not eating enough (a constant worry for her) and she's also concerned that the older, larger owlets (AKA the other Greek kings) are going to bully her chick and take away his food. They wouldn't do that, but that's how it's done in the owl world so yeah

Also, Athena isn't dumb. She knows what an adult human is. But since she views adult Odysseus as an owlet specifically because he's hers, she sees his peers as roughly the same. But hey, it's better than taking a look at Diomedes or the Ajaxes and thinking they'd be a tasty snack. She would eat any of them with no hesitation if Odysseus let her, but that's beside the point.

So flash forward to the early weeks of the Trojan War when Athena does the equivalent of dropping off a lunch box for her kid to take on his special field trip.

All the Greeks take cover as a massive shadow eclipses the full moon, thinking it to be some terrible monster. They scream in fear, thinking that blood is raining from the sky, but no. It's just leaking from the bull who Athena caught in the countryside and killed (and promptly bit its head off). She uses her keen nighttime vision and superb sense of hearing to locate Odysseus among some of the other kings.

Perfect. She'll show these other men that her owlet is not to be trifled with.

She begins her silent descent, only Odysseus looking up since he's been well trained to detect her presence. Athena drops the headless bull in front of him, clacking her wicked sharp beak to announce her presence before chirping invitingly.

The kings all bow in reverence and fear, all of them save for Odysseus. Athena can change her shape and size at will; she's far from her maximum size but she appears before the gaggle of kings as a thirty foot tall owl with a long serpentine neck and a 50+ ft wingspan. Her gray eyes are like sheets of hammered silver. She folds her wings neatly and speaks with a voice that sounds as if it is coming from far away.

"A gift, my child. Eat and be content."

The other kings take it as an invitation to stand and accept her prize as theirs, or assume Athena is giving it to all of them since she's favoring their side of the war. A bull of this size could be used to feed a lot of men.

Before Athena can start hissing in fury or unleash terrible curses to plague them till their dying day, deeply insulted by the very notion that these greedy owlets would steal her chick's meal, Odysseus throws an arm out to stop the others from approaching.

"No." He says calmly, "It's only for me."

There were many well known rumors that Odysseus of Ithaca was Athena's chosen. Some kings and princes believed it, others thought it was just a farfetched tale meant to make the ruler of a tiny, insignificant island sound more important. Now, none of the other royals will ever doubt Odysseus again.

"That is right," Athena hisses, her feathers raised and ruffled, "Now come, Odysseus. While the flesh is still warm."

He approaches her without fear, obedient to his adoptive mother as he was taught to be. She makes herself smaller so that she can more easily preen him. Odysseus doesn't move as he feels her beak in his hair, carefully picking at tangles and what debris there might be. He doesn't often brush his hair, knowing Athena quite enjoys preening him. (Ody not brushing his hair lends to his typical sickly and pitiable appearance in this AU.)

Once Athena has sufficiently checked his health, she plants a clawed foot on the bull and lowers her head. She selects a bit of flesh from below the ribs, knowing Odysseus favors the tenderness of such meat, and rips away the hair and skin. She plucks a bit of still-warm flesh and cradles it lightly in her beak, lifting her head so Odysseus may eat.

And he does so. In front of all the kings, as well as a hearty gathering of common soldiers, Odysseus uses only his teeth to rip bite-sized morsels of raw meat from the chunk in Athena's grasp. He chews slowly, then swallows.

Odysseus closes his eyes as he eats, knowing flecks of blood may fly, and doesn't open them again until he's consumed most of the meat in Athena's hold. She swallows the remnant and plucks another bit of flesh from the bull. She even squishes it lightly in her beak to show how tender and soft it is, wanting to entice her owlet to keep eating.

As expected, Odysseus tries to turn his head away, but Athena isn't having it. Her owlet can be stubborn or fussy at times. However, she knows he can eat more, so he will.

She presses the bloodied hunk of flesh to his lips until Odysseus acquiesces, eating until he insists he's full. At last, he is permitted to use his hands; Athena drops one last serving of meat into his grasp to save for later, should he grow hungry again.

Satisfied that her owlet has been taken care of in every regard, Athena grows until she's over fifty feet tall with a wingspan twice as large. She's absolutely massive, could probably hop over Troy's wall without difficulty. Some spectating men fall to their knees in awe and terror.

Athena ignores them as she picks up the bull carcass, the flesh now having gone cold, and swallows it whole in front of the entire army.

She hums in satisfaction.

"A fog is rolling over the horizon. It will be here by dawn," is all she says before departing. She spreads her wings and the men cry out in fear, diving for cover as they assume such a large creature must kick up a terrifying gale with those wings. What they don't expect is a soundless, imperceivable lift off as Athena gives a single flap and is gone.

Otherworldly, horrifying. Just as the stories said the gods were.

Odysseus alone understands her message. Come morning, the Trojans will find themselves ambushed by traps and hidden battalions waiting for them in the dense mist.

Come sunset, Odysseus will locate Athena's nest outside the battlegrounds and deliver a dozen dead Trojans (painstakingly selected for the quality of their meat) to her as thanks.

...

P.S. no one panic, Athena already blessed Ody with the ability to safely ingest raw meat. Also, he's been doing this for like 10+ years and his gut biome is just used to it.

[brightshaw-shipper]

Does the Bright family exist in your headcanon, and if so, how are they all doing?

Please please please let TJ have a good day I beg.

Yes, they do exist! Here are my headcanons:

TJ Bright:

Got a dose of SCP-500 and is now back to full health

Went to Deer College, majored in anomalous medicine

Went to Alexylva University, got a doctorate in anomalous medicine (he is now Dr. Bright)

Works in the medical wing of the Foundation now

Very cozy all the time (wears long sleeves, long pants, gloves, and a hoodie)

Likes painting Warhammer 40k minis

Is good with a gun

Is aroace

Attended the blorbos' wedding

Doing pretty well

Mikell Bright:

Is O5-6

Has a charming Southern accent

Cannot sit still and suits are a sensory overload for him (but when he does wear a suit, it's a white one, with a white cowboy hat)

Doesn't really get sarcasm

Can control plants (because I'm not letting a member of the Bright family get off with being non-anomalous)

Because of the above, he can often be seen with flowers in his hair

Attended the blorbos' wedding (Thompson and Black were sitting a few seats away, disguised as random guests)

Really needs glasses but doesn't know it

Is gay

Doing okay

Sarah Bright (SCP-321):

Loved her stuffed bear

Would occasionally stack blocks as high as she could, then knock them over and giggle

Favorite handler was Dr. Sarah Rilkes, who treated her more like a person than the other handlers (she couldn't fully grasp the concept of this, but she knew Dr. Rilkes was nicer than the others)

Did not like toy balls; they're hard to grab

Drew all the time: on paper and the walls of her chamber

Hated bath time with a passion

Just fell asleep one night and didn't wake up (her heart gave out)

Had a formal funeral: even Mikell cleared enough time in his packed schedule to be there

Doing well (in the afterlife)

Claire Lumineux:

Reads books and watches TV for the plot, not the suspense (she already knows what's going to happen, let's just see how)

Lives in Three Portlands, spending most of her time at the Wanderer's Library

Gives dating advice to her fellow Hand members: "nope, he's trouble", "I mean, sure, if you want to get shipped off to the Jailors in a crate", stuff like that

Crosses the street on her phone; she already knows if a car's coming or not

Attended the blorbos' wedding under supervision

Paints her nails iridescent green

Is a lesbian

Doing great

Adam Bright:

Never hit his kids, but got pretty close

Alt-right; would have supported Trump

Went out to the local bar a lot, didn't come home until after the kids were in bed

Didn't treat Evelyn as an equal (this was the Sixties and Seventies, but STILL)

Usually seen wearing a baseball cap

Wanted to have a son who did sports; when Mikell went off to college, that role passed to Jack, who got his arm broken by that bully Mitch Peters, leading to the next bullet point

Used the window of opportunity created by Jack's broken arm and Mikell's being at college to bring TJ to the Foundation and have him contained

Did not attend the blorbos' wedding, due to being dead (assassinated bc he wanted to get Sarah out of containment) (Mikell was the passing vote on the assassination plot)

Was straight and proud of it

Didn't let anyone find out what his anomalous property was

Slept around a lot

Doing badly (also in the afterlife)

Evelyn Bright:

Great cook, could probably cook the most difficult dishes without a problem

Does needlepoint, usually those embroidery circles

Knits with such speed people think she's using thaumaturgy (she's not)

Is a Type Blue

Wouldn't be caught dead wearing a skirt; we live in a time where women can wear pants and she is going to wear pants

Once knitted an entire cloak for a fellow Hand member because everybody forgot their birthday

Lives in Three Portlands

Attended the blorbos' wedding under supervision

Is bisexual; has a girlfriend but they haven't gotten serious yet

Sends all her children cards on their birthdays

Doing pretty well

Thanks for the ask! Hope this answers your question! -Thaumiel

[lura-valentine]

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

random AU where Dabi is still alive. According to tradition, Kaji would barely know Dabi.

🔞 +18 only 🔞

With the exception of Rain and Kaji, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

➡️ click for Rain's profil

➡️ click for Kaji's profil

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

Warning signs would be helpful

The sky was an endless expanse of deep black, streaked with isolated stars that sparkled like cold fire. Between them, a figure glided silently through the night, its black wings spread, radiating ice-blue cold. Kaji flew high above the city, his body a shadow play against the silver moon.

The wind tugged at his hair, playing with the black strands, while the white strand on his forehead shimmered in the light. His turquoise eyes focused on the dark streets below him, but his mind was still on training with his uncle Shoto. The frosty air was nothing compared to the cold he and his uncle could unleash. Today they had worked on new combinations, on even more precise attacks. But now Kaji just wanted to go home, his muscles burned with exhaustion, and the only thing he could think about was a hot shower and sleep.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he dived down, heading straight for his family's apartment. His window was open, as always - a habit that made it easier for him to get in quickly. He glided through silently, dropped to the floor and stretched.

With a practiced movement, he ripped his bag from his shoulder and threw it carelessly onto his bed. His coat followed shortly after, landing over the chair at his desk. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair and stepped out into the hallway.

“I’m back!” he called, but there was no answer. 

His brow furrowed. Unusual. Usually his mother was the first to greet him, or his father at least mumbled something from the couch. But now – nothing. Just silence.

A strange feeling crept up inside him as he slowly walked down the stairs. There was a light on downstairs, warm, inviting light shining from the living room. Kaji exhaled. Maybe they just hadn't heard him come in.

His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he entered the room. And then – he froze.

His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. A sudden wave of heat shot across his face, turning it bright red. His head felt like it was about to explode.

His parents - naked. His father, Dabi, pinned his mother against the wall, his scarred hands holding her legs up as his hips bucked against hers with unmistakable intensity. Rain's arms were wrapped around his neck, her breathing heavy as she squirmed in his grip.

Kaji's brain refused to work. "...Oh damn..." He stumbled backwards, almost hitting the door. His heart was racing, his whole body was so tense it hurt.

Dabi's movements stopped, his turquoise eyes, which sparkled almost unnaturally in the warm light, turned to the door. A shadow in the doorway, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Kaji. 

A dark smile twitched across Dabi's lips, and instead of hastily pulling away or even looking surprised, he pulled Rain even closer to him. His grip on her thighs remained strong as he tilted his head slightly.

"Tsk..." A quiet snort, half amusement, half mockery. "Well, my son? Don't you like the sight?"

Kaji looked away, but the burning image was already burned into his brain. His parents – In a way he never wanted to see. His stomach clenched, his face burned, and his body was tense, as if he was preparing for a fight.

"Dude, what the hell?!" His voice nearly cracked and he ran his hand through his hair as if he could somehow distance himself from the situation. "Can't you do this somewhere else?!"

Rain was breathing heavily, her cheeks also flushed - not out of shame, but because of the state she was in. She pressed her forehead against Dabi's shoulder, as if she wanted to block out Kaji's existence for a moment.

“Maybe… you should go away for a moment, Kaji,” she finally said, a hint of amusement in her voice, but also a clear request.

"One moment?!" Kaji made a helpless gesture towards the two. "I came in here to live, not to die, damn it!"

Dabi laughed softly, a dark, throaty sound that only made Kaji angrier. "Well, you should have knocked then."

Kaji glared at his father with a mixture of anger and absolute horror. "Knock?! I still live here!" he hissed, throwing his arms in the air in a desperate gesture.

He turned on his heel and stomped towards the stairs, but his voice didn't stop. "Honestly, this isn't normal! You're my parents! I should come home, have some damn peace and not— EH!" He threw his hands over his face as if that would drive the burning images out of his head.

"At least a warning! A sign on the door! Warning! Don't come in, we're fucking it like rabbits!" He gesticulated wildly, the indignation evident in every movement. "But no! Of course not! Instead I'm going to burst into the middle of a scene that will haunt me forever! And then I'm supposed to leave as if nothing had happened?!"

His steps quickened, his heart still racing, as he staggered up the stairs. "I need therapy. Holy shit, I need a lot of therapy!"

With a loud bang, the door to his room slammed shut, and then... silence.

Dabi listened amusedly to the chaos Kaji had left behind before his gaze slid back to Rain. His grin grew wider, darker, as he gripped her legs tighter again and pulled her against him.

"Well," he murmured harshly, his breath hot on her neck. "Now that he's gone..."

Rain placed a hand on his neck, her lips brushing his ear.

"Then go on."

Dabi's lips curled into a dark grin as he slid agonizingly slowly, almost out of her. His fingers dug lightly into her skin. His breath was hot against her lips as he murmured softly, almost commandingly:

"Say that again."

Rain trembled slightly, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her lips touch against his. Her voice was a sensual whisper, a command and a request at the same time.

"go on."

Her words hit him like fire and without further warning he rammed into her again with full force. A strangled sound escaped Rain and she threw her head back as her fingers pulled at his hair.

"Say it again, Rain," he demanded, his tone blazing like the flames burning within him. "Say it again."

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[corruptimles]

Was intrigued by your Team Sillyvision AU so was scrolling through your stuff and found Malice Angel WITH A SECOND MONSTER MAW MOUTH THING AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO JUMPSCARED IN MY LIFE.

Lmaoo sorry but I'm glad to hear that because, aside from Sillybendz, she's probably one of my favourite designs for Team Sillyvision AU

See, it's a voice actress joke

[ima-ghost-art]

Valzhang Week! day 3: Traveling the world/ middle aged

Leo and Frank take their daughters out flying together (they are so girl dads lol)

the girls are Sophina 13 (flying with leo on festus) and Ellie (flying with frank) they come from this post i made ages ago lol thought it would be fun to add them!

(pls ignore i posted this a day late the colouring was a bitch and my week has been hectic xD day 4 should come later today!)

[fortune-maiden]

Thinking about Shao Yuanyuan and her wildcard potential and it hit me today... just how much does she know? Does she live in a time loop similar to Lu Guang or does she hop in and out of the past like Cheng Xiaoshi? Does she know that Cheng Xiaoshi also has a death node?

It suddenly occurred to me to that the Shao Yuanyuan we likely saw during the fire in Ep 4, was either a time leaping SYY from the future or at least one who had information from her future self to know to be in Bridon at this point in time and also a Shao Yuanyuan who might have just realized Cheng Xiaoshi had awakened his own powers.

Given her meeting with Cheng Xiaoshi in Ep 6 where she acts like Cheng Xiaoshi should be aware of how this all works, I suspect that it's because the version of Shao Yuanyuan from Ep 4 arranged this meeting because she encountered Cheng Xiaoshi during the fire and thus knew he would show up in Bridon and go searching for them through Wang Qing. She needed to set up that meeting so she could tell Cheng Xiaoshi face to face not to pursue her anymore (and make things more complicated).

I also think that was her second attempt at doing so - the first being to go back years earlier to tell the Qiao family not to let him go to Bridon. But the future refused to change so she found another opportunity to try again.

And based on Lu Guang's comments it sounds like she would have also failed again in the original timeline. It's not clear how her conversation with CXS went last time (if there was one) but at the very least she might not have had time to make CXS promise not to chase after her anymore, and that would have likely sealed his fate. If anything, a sudden interrupted meeting like that might have even encouraged him further.

And this is all coming from a Shao Yuanyuan from an unknown point in the future...

Anyway this is a lot of words to say where in time is Shao Yuanyuan?

And what the heck does the timeline look like from her perspective?

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[sysig]

Having fun, more and more! (Patreon)

[r3dblccd]

TOON ME! (A) & (B) | mun vs. muse

practically snatched from @caelcstis

mun | minsung mrithun | nao (in the angel verse) yongsun | ubon

[rabbit-rays]

id in alt.

i think that because terra gets baby eraqus' outfit aqua should get xehanorts. jeans and boots 👢

[midnightwind]

tapping out because it's 3am but Progress