#anomallis

[pitgritted]

➤                       @anomallis power accommodates his weaknesses ; but he gets pretty weak when you're up close & personal . HERALD form seems to portray an aggressive stature of power & dominance . 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ➤                       might have to overcompensate for his intelligence & experiments . 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 ? ➤                       𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐃 - 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 . he ended up staying longer than i anticipated . ➤                       recently he wanted to appear more ' ionian ' -- whatever that means . given him ionian garbs & a wolverine pin to distinguish him a bit more from the other staff & foreigners .

➤          ��            went through literally all of my prints to be satisfied with a sketch of him . 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖 ? 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 .

[essencefluxed]

@anomallis con’t.

The way the the gaze of the people he passed by looked at him—the way that Ezreal could see their eyes shimmer with multitudes of colours and focusing right on him made the explorer grimace; almost as if he were disgusted by them looking at him with a strange, almost empty gaze. It made the speed in his steps increase, trying to focus his blue gaze ahead rather than looking at them ( this whole cult thing really freaked him out ).

A sigh of relief left him as Viktor stepped out, expression softening and a shrug leaving the ( slightly ) smaller. “I wouldn’t consider it a weapon if it’s not working—It’s just a big glove, at that point!” He corrected, waving it around again before dropping his hand to pat the canister under his arm. “First things first—You look a LOT different since I left—I didn’t expect to come back to…uh…whatever you call this.” He vaguely gestured to their surroundings with a tilt of his head.

“and second—Yeah, you caught me—But I don’t have anyone else to help me! You already know how this thing works—I think the mana core’s dead—Buuuut, I found this as kind of a backup in Shurima anyway, and it looks similar to the raw mana we used before! But getting it in the gauntlet is a total loss for me…I even have my notes, if you want ‘em!” Slowly he made a few more steps closer to the other until he stood right in front of him; playful expression dancing on his features before warping into a pout as he huffed.

“yeah yeah yeah—I know! But that’s not the problem, I swear! Just—look at it, man! Please??”

[stands4jinx]

@anomallis liked for a starter!

Jinx hops down from the rafters of the greenhouse, careful not to make much noise, as Vander has just fallen asleep. She takes deliberate steps towards Viktor, partly because she doesn’t want to wake her father, but also partly because Viktor is a mystery to her, one she isn’t sure whether she wants to solve. Does it matter, as long as Vander is healed? She supposes it does, if he has ulterior motives. Part of her says she shouldn’t care, that everything’s going to go to shit anyway. But still, Jinx finds herself plopping down on the brick planter beside him.

“For a cookie, you’re awfully persistent,” she says, squinting at him as she props her chin on her hands, elbow on crossed knees.

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

What if they kissed . . . . @ Haru

✧ ━━ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃? 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

It felt like time had stretched into an eternity, each minute dragging on while the Lhotlan’s restless energy bubbled beneath the surface as he waited and waited and waited. Although Haru usually relished these moments of their quiet companionship, today was different ━ today, the thrill of his recent explorations throughout Zaun tugged at him and urged him to yank Viktor away from his workbench and have him all for himself. He was wound up and excited ... But the Herald barely acknowledged Haru's presence, a stab to the Vastayan's rather large ego, far too deeply immersed in the soft clinking and clattering of Viktor's creations to notice much of anything else not that said fact made Haru's ego recover quicker. He dropped his satchels' down with a muted thump, and approached while stretching his back. He was a greedy, and impatient, person, after all.

Not that he was fully to blame, at least in his own mind. How could he be when Viktor's focused demeanor drew in Haruko so easily? Bright plumage ruffled as he peered over the Herald's shoulder at his work. Haru smiled to himself, noting the scent of iron clinging to Vik's pale skin, and he couldn't help but want to bridge the gap between them. With a growing, wicked grin, he leaned in and let his plush lips brush along the shell of Viktor's ear. Haru really wished that he could forever savor the slight shiver which coursed through the other man at the contact ━ he was so endearing. Haru's decorated arms encircled Viktor, framing him against the desk and wasting very little time, "Mmm … Come rest with me," he gestured towards Viktor's work with his head, "It will be there after."

The tender responses to Haru's kisses ignited a tingle within the Lhotlan, he delighted in the way Viktor's body reacted to everything; the way his breath hitched slightly when Haruko pressed a gentle bite to his shoulder and the nape of his neck. He wanted nothing more but to place a thousand blooming marks all across him ━ but he would wait just a little longer. Cornflower eyes sparkled with a teasing light as he caught sight of Viktor’s flushed cheeks ━ a sweet cherry hue that forced Haruko's heart to race, "Perhaps after you can show me how it works." He suggested, delving so far as to flutter his lashes up at the inventor and stroke his hand.

Haru's gaze lowered before he ghosted a kiss atop Viktor's lips, tantalizingly close but never quite connecting. He lingered, just enjoying how Viktor trembled; finally, he turned and pulled back. The Vastayan cooed as he left, "I'll be waiting."

[cupcait]

❛  we were just fooling ourselves this whole time.  ❜

' No . '

Her tone is firm , detesting any sorrows he's resigned himself to . She cannot , nor would she try to , judge him for fleeing from Jayce ; using whatever ... strange power he'd been granted to help the people harmed by Piltover's negligence .

' You both have wanted the same thing since the beginning , haven't you ? To help the people ? '

She shifts , eyes flicking 'round to observe the followers he's amassed . ' It's not foolish to hope to achieve that . And you still can . Both of you . Perhaps even together . '

[prtector]

His eyes practically remain glued on the other. A shimmer of excitement in them - hes rather intrigued with the crystals that were seemingly hovering around the other.

“ Fascinating. . . .”

❝  easy  on  the  eyes  ,  aren’t  they  ?  ❞  his  hands  rose  to  pull  the  sybaritic  spiraling  gems  from  its  stationary  position  &  guided  them  across  his  chest  &  into  the  cusp  of  his  hands  ,  reducing  its  size  albeit  .  as  an  aspect  ,  the  internal  celestial  entity  ;  although  it  took  on  no  tangible  or  interpretative  form  ,  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  could  feel  the  being’s  lucid  shape  within  his  very  soul  ;  though  it  spoke  naught  ,  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  understood  its  message  with  the  utmost  of  coherence  ;

‘  𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋  .  ‘

a  warning  .  &  it  repeated  itself  thoroughly  enough  .  withdrawing  his  hands  from  them  ,  the  gemstones  magnetically  spun  back  across  his  shoulder  plates  .  clutching  onto  the  fabric  of  his  vestments  &  fixing  it  .  although  the  protector  grew  weary  of  a  mortal  so  entwined  in  arcane  magic  ,  𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂  found  no  reason  to  be  .

he  could  see  the  evident  signs  of  curiosity  &  interest  displayed  on  the  man’s  face  .  who  was  he  to  deny  beauty’s  offerings  ?  

[z00lea]

First, love your content on colt.

Second, 🇧🇷🇧🇷🇧🇷 ❤

Third, about your shitten, Anomality, how does he came to this world? Magic spell? Old natural way? If the last one, who gave birth to him? If an egg, who had the trouble to lay it?

Sorry if it was already asked ♡

accidental ritualistic child

Thank you @xmajordumps for coming up with that one I owe you a big ol kiss

[pitgritted]

❝  don’t  act  like  y’  know  a  thing  or  two  ‘bout  vastaya  —-  when  y’  ain’t  experienced  anythin’  from  em’  first  hand  .  ❞  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  reprimanded  ,  flicking  up  a  digit  at  the  lankier  male  .  ❝  so  don’t  run  yer’  chops  when  y’  ain’t  gotta  clue  .  ❞  at  least  the  truthful  part  ;  the  entire  story  .  vastaya  in  general  were  creatures  bound  by  nature  &  magic  ;  the  elders  carrying  what  their  ancestors  had  fought  for  &  believed  in  .

but  he  would  be  damned  if  he  would  give  them  all  the  praise  ;  they’ll  butcher  anyone  outside  of  their  close  circle  of  blood  .  whatever  tainted  it  was  shackled  &  left  with  hardship  .  ❝  quiet  …  don’t  make  me  laugh  .  quiet  til’  they  got  a  foot  up  their  ass  ,  yes  :  act  like  they’re  too  good  .  ❞  ears  stand  again  ,  moving  to  fold  burly  arms  across  his  chest  .  ❝  hah  —  ❞  the  boss  would  snort  at  the  comment  .

❝  that’s  my  whole  business  —  y’see  .  i’m  not  th’  one  t’  turn  down  sum’  spotlight  .  ❞

He's unmoving, staring down this newfound curiosity that presented itself in front of him. He wanted to watch - as if studying the half bloods movements. It wasn't the first time he's ever seen a Vastayan - or even that of a different species. It was just strange for him to view a half breed. Not that he disliked it or hated it - matter of fact he admired him.

" A simple observation - just as you made of me. I assumed we were pointing out the obvious. I am not doing it as a bad thing, however. You are rather unique from the others I have seen in my travels. I was under the impression most Vastaya keep to themselves. You seem to revel in whatever attention you get ."

[an0ma1y-th3d0ma1y]

Tickletober DAY 5: Punishment

This might be my favorite so far 😭😭😭

[anomnum]

on the topic of batfamily stuff, i've seen a couple people gripe about how unrealistic many fanon interpretations of them are, and how they always seem to ditch some of the flaws in order to have fluffy domestic moments. and, i mean, they aren't wrong. but, also, i think that's partly the point. we have a lot of broken and dysfunctional families in the real world, and it's nice to step away from that, even if it's only for a little while.

and i don't mean to say that we shouldn't be using and dealing with these real-world problems in our fictional worlds - that would be stupid. i think some of the best stories out there are the ones that tackle genuine character flaws, or deal with the many realistic issues that we can all feel sympathetic and understanding towards. after all, that's part of the reason so many of us became invested in the batfamily dc presented us with.

but, sometimes, we just want something nice and fluffy, without all the pain. sometimes, we don't want to watch a father make mistake after mistake, or watch siblings try to murder each other, or watch families crumble apart. sometimes, we just want to see a happy dad, with the occasional happy husband or wife, and his happy army of kids. sometimes, we just wanna get away from the real world for a little bit, and embrace the happiness we don't always get to experience in it. and i don't really get what's wrong with enjoying that.

so don't let anyone that your happy fluffy magical fix-it au isn't valid, or that the fact you ignore the occasional character flaw for the sake of a peaceful domestic moment makes you wrong. go draw your batfam cuddling on the couch during a rainy night, or write a story about the justice league meeting a bunch of kids that call bruce their dad. don't feel bad about leaving the darker, grittier stories to the ones who like to write and draw those.

idk man, just do what makes you happy. if writing unrealistically fluffy domestic moments for a fictional family of adopted vigilantes is what that is, then go for it.

[pitgritted]

➤ (  Heehee  )  What  if  they  kissed  ?

➤                       sent  by  @anomallis

fingers  still  sizzled  with  magic  ;  the  agonizing  sensation  of  bubbling  flesh  ignited  in  a  series  of  ripples  through  the  ridges  of  course  &  scarred  knuckles  .  although  bandaged  with  care  by  viktor’s  delicate  hands  ,  it  grappled  like  a  hook  upon  his  blue  vestments  .  pulling  &  leaving  deep  folds  within  the  fabric  until  viktor  was  sufficiently  against  him  .

his  muscles  were  a  heavy  contrast  against  the  metallic  ones  overlaying  in  ridges  ,  though  every  definition  of  the  body  fitted  perfectly  .  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  breathed  sharply  through  his  scarred  nose  ,  nostrils  flared  &  sank  as  he  hollowed  the  ridges  overlaying  his  cheeks  .  artery  twitches  &  his  mouth  is  parted  in  a  crooked  smile  .  wet  with  his  breathing  .

he  didn’t  feel  the  other  man  pull  away  when  𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓  pushed  further  &  kissed  him  .  he  didn’t  feel  the  downward  pull  of  muscle  demonstrating  a  tired  frown  that  usually  mounted  the  herald’s  face  .  it  felt  odd  ;  nothing  of  vileness  touched  the  buds  of  his  tongue  but  a  frightening  thrill  of  adrenaline  when  lips  connect  .

the  vastaya  could  taste  the  lick  of  magic  ;  it  was  metal  &  strangely  hot  .  acidic  .  his  irises  highlighted  with  an  orange  hue  as  he  clutched  onto  viktor  with  a  fraction  of  his  strength  .  a  sultry  rumble  echoed  through  his  throat  ,  shaking  the  deep  pitches  of  his  throat  &  scratching  his  voice  as  he  uttered  audible  satisfaction  .  he  parts  briefly  ,  canines  gusting  the  hem  of  herald  savior’s  lips  .

❝  y’  taste  good  ,  vik’  .  ❞

⟐ what  if  they  kissed

[essencefluxed]

“ It is alright, Ezreal. Many suffer from being vertically challenged .”

“YOU CAN’T SAY ANYTHING, YOU’RE ONLY TWO INCHES TALLER THEN ME!!!”

[lazysoftmilk]

I haven't determined their exact height yet but one thing I do know is that they are quite tall or very tall.

[hellosweetart]

Wait you have a beatboxing Steven AU?? 😭😭

Oh nvm i misread its boxing steven

That would be so funny

"Son, why ya fartin' on yer mout'?"

[eshero]

So, I doodled some KingDark

Just for fun! Felt silly

Yay Eshi posted again!!

[saturnniidae]

oddly specific httyd headcanons part 2?

ABSOLUTELY.

Warning; Most of these are about Hiccup and Astrid bc theyre my blorbos ultimate so sorry in advance if you were hoping for more abt the other riders.

I think Hiccup snorts when he laughs. Like really laughs, not just sarcastic chuckles (annual event). Also his voice is prone to cracking when he giggles.

Astrid is very strict about schedules/routines and finds them comforting. Sudden changes in plans make her upset but considering the nature of battle, it's something she's trained herself to better deal with (doesn't mean she's not gonna go scream into her pillow and throw things later)

She often has to remind Hiccup to eat because he gets so focused on tasks he forgets (average adhd grindset), and she's trying so hard to get Hiccup into having a better routine that focuses on him rather than just his scheduled dragon feeding and grooming regimen. It's a work in progress.

Astrid has a policy on never apologizing for things unless she caused them or can do something to help. To her it makes no sense to say 'im sorry' for something you've had no hand in, and pity is worth nothing. (Autistic ass mindset). She also is so awkward when it comes to comforting people, her face looks like she's constipated when she's concerned and often the best you'll get is an awkward pat on the back or hug (insane to me that in canon she's the 'motivational words gf' when that is So not accurate)

Hiccup gets the worst acne ever when he's on his period, he just has the vibes of someone who would yknow

Hiccup kind of hates communal meals in the great hall. The overlapping noises of so many people talking at once, cutlery scraping on plates, chewing, and benches scraping against the ground is actual torture. He much prefers the calmer atmosphere of dinners on Dragon's Edge

Hiccup would be the type of person to eat shit like sardines and olives on pizza but otherwise be a picky eater I think. Canonically Berks food tastes like shit, so the only thing he likes eating there is the fish. (The food they make on the Edge is so significantly better oh my god)

Hiccup not only snores absurdly loud (he gets it from stoick), but also talks in his sleep. Like fully talks. sometimes Astrid will humor him and respond. It scared the absolute shit out of her the first time they slept in the same room though

Fishlegs also talks and even walks in his sleep sometimes. He's been found wandering Dragon's Edge at night before

The first time Hiccup called Astrid 'M'lady' her face did a weird twitching thing and he was so worried he pissed her off but she was actually trying to figure out how to respond without showing how emotional it made her (him calling her that hits so much harder when you hc them as t4t, also I feel like Astrid's famliy just aren't the kind of people who often use terms of endearment like that)

Hiccup and Astrids first few kisses were actually like, really bad. A mess of their teeth clacking against each other and also horribly awkward since, yknow, they're kids. The first kiss Hiccup initiated he was so nervous he missed Astrid's mouth and had to try again 😭

Funnily enough, despite how eager he was to belive in mythical creatures as a child, Hiccups never been a particularly religious/faithful person and that just became more apparent after the events of When Lightning Strikes (he was So fed up)

Hiccup has that weird combo of being horribly touch starved (being isolated and unintentionally emotionally neglected for most of ur childhood does that) and also not being a huge fan of physical affection from others if he's not the one initating it. When people he's not already super comfortable with touch him or like hug him he freezes up like a deer in headlights

Hiccup learnt to speak French and Latin through frequent interactions with traders that came to Berk when he was younger, he liked hearing their stories and imaging going places far, far away from Berk (pre-httyd Era when he was still a social pariah) and despite his job at the smithy, Hiccup still had significantly more free time than his peers due to lack of training so he had to find other ways to entertain himself.