#black amd gray

[vitiateoriginator]

Update on that orange cat that followed me and my datemate a few weeks ago: we saw him again!! And this time he had a tortoiseshell friend with him! And!! And he nearly let me pet him!!!! He saw us walking by and came running over with his tail up. He was purring too, and so was she! I sat down so they'd be more comfy and the orange kitty came right up to me!! He almost sniffed my hand :D

I've also started carrying cat treats in my bag to feed to him whenever I see him (and the other local stray and outdoor cats), so my datemate and I were tossing them to the kitties at a comfortable distance, so they wouldn't feel pressured to come close. But they came over to us anyways! And the orange one was sooo close to taking a treat from my hand. But he got nervous and scampered away. The tortoiseshell actually stuck around longer than he did (I think I mentioned her before. She's usually quite skittish and keeps her distance). She also kinda got close to getting pet but we didn't try without her letting us first. The cats are finally starting to warm up to us more and its so delightful :3

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🌓Meet Me In The Woods🪶 Post/Opening:

(Warning: Platonic yandere themes, mentioned neglect and abuse, something bad happened to Reader that led to themending up in the future, and some creepiness/discomfort... You have been warned...)

• Was it always this cold?

• The chill seeps into your bones, kisses your cheeks, sinks behind your eyes and into your brain. The sky is gray, clouds covering it in a thick blanket of wooly silver. There is snow drifting down softly, dusting the area in a light powder, smelling of frost and rain. Yet you don't understand it. Why... why are you here? Weren't you somewhere else?

• Hauling yourself up, you take to dusting off the ice and pine needles stuck to your clothes, shivering at the feeling of air on your wet skin. Last you checked, you hadn't been in the snow... right? You can feel the dead leaves and pine needles underfoot, hear the crackle of ice breaking, see the dark trees surrounding you, smell the scent of fresh dew and rotting litter and sweet pine sap. Where exactly are you?

• With little thought besides finding shelter, you stumble through the woods, looking for any signs of civilization or shelter. You just don't get it. What was going on? This wasn't making sense... You hum a little, your teeth clicking together sharply, and hone in on the scent of smoke and gasoline. Huh... That's good. You come across a road, wet and black and slippery, and on the other side, a bar of some kind... Well. Looks like it's your lucky day.

• It doesn't take long to hurry across, careful not to fall or faceplant into the freezing dirt and mud, but you're able to drag yourself to the door, creeping in. A groan escapes you at the feeling of warm air coating your chilled body, and shuffle l inside to sit on a barstool. The smell of alcohol amd sweat and grease is strong, gross, but you ignore it as best you can, trying to listen to the tv that crackles with news and voices.

• "- and in other related news, the president has spoken of plans to celebrate the anniversary of the Great Act, with some saying the mutant peacekeepers will be there. So far, no terrorists have tried to attack as preparations are made to celebrate the peace between humans and mutants, and the New Year will soon be around the corner. Back to you-"

• ... What?... You stare at the screen, confused. You're not sure what the h*ll the news anchor just said, but it can't be what you heard. Last you checked, humans and mutants did not coexist peacefully. And what was a Great Act? You hummed softly to yourself, eyes squinting. You heard the rustle of papers, and turn to see someone flipping through a newspaper, a cup of coffee next to them. But when you saw the date, you startled.

• No. No no no. No. It can't be.

• But nothing magically disappeared and you didn't wake up. Whatever was going on... it seemed you were ahead a few years in the future... You tap the counter underneath your hands, claws clicking lightly against the surface. You... you don't know what to do... You feel a sense of unease, and notice that there are people now watching you, a few looking shocked while others look confused.

• You decide to leave then, quick to slip into the darker shadows and hurry out the door. You're going to need to be careful...

• You find yourself drifting from place to place. After being able to find a hooded coat and some gloves, you take to wandering, always on the move, never staying too long in one place. You aren't sure what all has happened while you've been gone, but you aren't eager to rush back to Bayville or go seek the others out. Look... You didn't want to stir something up, or get in trouble for something, or be yelled at. H*ll, you're not even sure where they are! But... you want to enjoy yourself, just a little. This isn't peace, and it isn't happiness, but it's the closest you've been to it in a d*mn long time. So for now, you just want to savor the quiet of being alone.

• You're in a small bar again, somewhere in the middle of cold, wintery nowhere, sipping lightly at a soda as you warm up. The weather is getting harsher, the roads are gaining ice, the snow is falling more each week... Winter is in full sway, and you have to stop every few days in a little diner or bar or shop to warm up, get something to drink, take a rest, and then it's back to the road and the snow and the silence. You're not eager to talk with anyone. There have been a few who have asked what a kid is doing on their own, but a simple lie or omitted truth keeps them from suspecting anything. You've met a few nicer folk, ones who only see a stranger to talk to or someone to ask for the weather or time, but you don't go deeper than that. There's no point. Maybe everyone is caught up in peace or acting decent, but... You've lived through the hate. You saw it firsthand in both humans amd mutants. Just because someone shares a kind word or a bit of change doesn't mean they won't turn on you the first chance they get. It's the nature of living. It's what everyone's shown you.

• The soft static of a radio playing is almost a lullaby to your ears, the smell of old leather and fresh food a balm to your senses, the heat in the air refreshing for your frost-chilled skin. You wouldn't mind dozing for a bit, to soak in the bit of peace this moment brings... But you're back to watching in a few minutes, tiredly alert. You like to savor each new place, but, well, old habits die hard. You take another drink from your cup, swallowing the fizzling liquid-

• And then you hear a shuffle outside, and someone else wanders in.

• You sigh, a feeling of annoyance settling in when they sit next to you. You don't want to converse with anyone today... But they don't say anything, simply sitting beside you, not sparing you a glance. They're wrapped in their own jacket, and you can't make out much of their features... So you turn back to your drink, listening to the snowstorm outside...

• They hadn't meant to wander into this place.

• It was cold, wet, miserable, each sting of the wind and each bite of the frost reminding them why they hated being out for too long into this weather. Nothing good was out here... But someone had to come out this far, make sure nothing was brewing to cause trouble, no uprisings or riots or some hidden enemy waiting to pounce later on. It was best to be cautious, careful, yadda yadaa yadaa...

• Honestly... this weather only reminds them of someone who's been gone for awhile now. They miss them. It's hard, thinking about them, knowing they won't be waiting for them back with the others, having to go each year without hearing them talk or seeing them... And even now that they've helped make things better, have the peace they and their friends have fought for, are no longer afraid to exist... they just wish that other person was here... But they can't freeze over or wait for the snow to swallow them up. They have family waiting for them back home, and they can't leave them to deal with it all alone. So here they are, wandering into a dimly lit bar, sitting down next to someone small and quiet and hidden in their own coat...

• Huh... They don't show any outward sign of hesitance or curiosity, but they take note of the way the kid next to them has their hands covered, as well as the hood casting part of their face in shadow. Dramatic, or in need of help? They hum, making sure to order their own drink, and close their eyes for a minute. Their senses seem to buzz lightly, and they breath in deep. Huh-

• Wait a minute...

• No... It can't be...

• Their eyes open, shifting over to glance at the kid, who's sipping lightly at their glass, their shoulders hunched. They turn to face them a little, pulling back their own jacket to get a better look at them.

• "Reader...?"

• And the kid freezes, slowly turning to stare up, up, up, until their eyes lock with their's. And then those little eyes, eyes they thought they'd never see again, widen...

[whorediaries-09]

every time that we realized it's crazy 🎵

sirius x reader with bondage amd breeding????????????

bondage and breeding? both? are you trying to kill me?

house of balloons/glass table girls;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- this song has been stuck in my fucking head.

ps- we going to hell with this one 🗣️

little train 700 follower celebration post.

' so don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home so don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun. '

the sweet air hangs around sirius. he watches your head fall on your shoulder, drool slipping out your tongue. your legs appear to be lifeless, yet he has them tied together. he waits for your eyes to open, to show him the beauty of fear within your irises.

he's seen the sadness, the madness and the happiness. now he wants to see the fear, wants to observe it as it passes through every inch of your body, wrecking you apart. he wants to see how your body comes alive when he touches you, when he feels you.

so, when you open your eyes, he feels the blood rushing down his cock. it's beautiful, the color of your eyes, visible through the dimly lit bulb that hangs from the ceiling. it's as if he can smell the fear, through your body.

but it's not just fear he senses. he senses the arousal, the lust, the lore of your hormones rushing through your veins when your eyes fall upon him. so, he smiles, walking towards you.

'hello, little birdy,' with the utmost rage that you can portray from just your voice, you shout.

'who the fuck are you? where the fuck am i?'

'no one will come if you scream birdy. it's just you and me in this room. alone,' he says. he circles around your tied form, his gray eyes piercing through your helpless form.

'what kind of a fucking joke is this!' you scream, tired of the heavy silence that weighs upon your back.

'ah, i guessed you'd say that. perhaps, you think this is some kind of a joke or a prank. you might wonder why you're here. you might wonder think this is a terrible mistake, a strange hallucination dawned by the last margarita that flowed to be just one too many. or perhaps, you think it's one of those strange dreams that you write about in your journal. where you dream a tall, handsome stranger whisks you away to an unknown location, having his so wicked way with you.'

he swipes his tongue on his upper row of teeth, watching your throat bob as you swallow.

'but,' he continues, his palm now cradling your cheek, thumb stroking the skin, 'i'm afraid, some dreams are more real than you think. reality could be so much stranger, than the dreams your mind could ever conjure,' you stare at him letting the words infiltrate the thick coat of fear your mind wears. tears well into your eyes.

'please,' you beg, 'what do you want?' he knits his eyebrows together, his fingernail stroking your cheek.

'i don't think,' he sighs, 'you're taking me seriously. i think you- you believe that this is some elaborate prank.'

his eyes wander to the back your chair, where the chains he used to tie you up are connected to the wall. your eyes follow his and you crane your back, trying to see what he's observing.

'you see those chains little birdy? they're heavier than you think.' he looks at your wrists, swollen and chafed. 'you should know better than me, given how chafed your poor wrists are,'

'do you want to guess who i am?' he says, lowering down and sitting on his knees. he takes out a key from his pocket, unlocking the chains from your feet. he massages them slowly. you're sensible enough to know this man's stronger than he appears, and you better not kick your feet. when you stay silent he, insists you.

'come on, take a guess,' his hand slip between your thighs, his long slender finger rubbing soft circle on your clit. unconsciously you arch your back seeking for friction. he smiles devilishly watching you squirm as he rubs you through your underwear. 'take a guess, birdy, i dare you,' he breathes, feeling your slick soak through your underwear and wet his fingers.

'please,' you beg. he raises an eyebrow, increasing the pace. he tears apart the fabric of your skirt with a pocketknife, smiling at the fear that clouds your vision.

'hmm, not quite,' he teases, lowering his jaw to put on the flesh of your thighs. 'i'll give you a hint. mary adams, kelly whitlock, catherine stephens,'

recent murders.

he pulls down your underwear, watching you down at realization.

's-sirius black? the mass murderer?' he smiles,

'yes, very good. so much information in that pretty little brain of yours,' he praises, flicking his tongue on your clit. he watches your eyes roll at the sudden contact. he smiles against your cunt. his hand grip the flesh of your thighs. he spreads them apart, pulling you closer to his mouth by the legs of the chair. he puts your legs on his shoulder.

his tongue finds home on your clit, as he sucks on it. the anklet scratches his shoulder, bleeding out a wound. it soaks through the sheer vest he wears.

he plays with your folds before pushing in two fingers at once, providing you a delicious stretch of your walls. his tongue lurks around your clit, as he curls his finger into you, quickly finding your sweet spot. he laps up into you like a starved man.

'oh- oh god-' you scream, trying to push him away but bound by the heavy chains. you hear the metal clink against the dusty floor, but to no avail.

when the euphoria rushes into your nerves, the hotness creeps into your stomach, filling you up with an insatiable pleasure that makes you curl your toes, bestow moans from your lips. you chant his name, paired with a string of curses.

it's pure madness, when you feel the tight coil in your stomach unravel, your sweet juices coating his tongue. he arises from between your shaking thighs, his chin coated with your orgasm. he lets his thumb crawl on the flesh of your thighs, watching the madness of pleasure paired with fear in your eyes. he watches your chest heave.

'please, just tell me what you wa-' your sentence remains unsaid as he finds your mouth with his, slipping his tongue into yours, clashing his teeth with yours as he lets you feel the taste of your cunt and his saliva linger on your tongue.

his hands rip apart your flimsy blouse, releasing your breasts. the cold air hits them. his cool and wet fingers draw circles around your nipples, feeling them harden and erect, as hard as his cock.

he lifts you up as if you're a toy, making you sit on his lap. your legs fall on the either side of his waist, your back against his face. he shimmies down his pant, freeing his painfully hard cock. he teases your slit with the tip of cock, sliding through your wet folds. you squirm, too sensitive for the feeling. his fingernail digs deep into the skin of your waist, as he pushes you down.

the burn seeps through you, a painful ecstasy crawling underneath your skin as his cock stretches into your cunt, burning down the banners of sinful pleasure.

'f-fuck,' you manage to breathe out as he rubs his temple on your spine. his finger attaches to your clit. it's as if he has your body memorized, as if he knows everything which brings you pleasure, which leaves you aching for more.

'come on birdy,' he says, parting your lips with his other hand. he stuffs your slick underwear into your mouth. he arches his hip, pulling himself out all the way. it produces a sound that echoes through the empty room.

'p-please,' you say, voice muffled, your core already burning and aching for the pleasure. it's a storm within the cages of your lust, which burns you up. he fits into you like a puzzle, fitting every crevice of your body.

'please what, birdy?' he mocks, as he increases the pace of pushing and pulling into you. his hand wraps around your throat, another hand drawing circles on your stimulated clit. the tension and nerves build up into a familiar yet stronger coil, urging to snap out any moment.

your head falls on your side as the exhaustion of ecstasy and pleasure grips every inch of your body. it's maddening, the pace of his cock as he rims into you so perfectly, stretching you out so deliciously. it makes your toes curl, thighs shake, eyes roll and core burn.

'you, you fucking belong to me. so fun isn't it birdy?' he says, ramming into you, enjoying the bliss of your moans and screams as they pass, muffled through the fabric of your underwear. still you manage an incoherent yes.

'yes, so fun. i'm gonna fill you up to the brink, breed you with my little babies. you'll look so cute with your your belly so full with my little ones. when your tummy starts swelling, i'll fuck you each and every way, have my wicked way with you.' he promises, as he feels you clench around him at each word.

he bites your shoulder, letting his teeth sink into the skin, as your body releases the coil building into your senses. you close your eyes, muttering something which makes sirius slow down his pace before he releases himself into you, filling you up, as promised.

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when you open your eyes the next morning, the sunlight filters through the window and the flowing curtain. you're not in the cold empty room you were last night. the familiar strong hands are wrapped around you and you feel fresh and relaxed. you try to squirm around to free yourself without waking the one who held you.

your efforts bare no fruit.

he's awake, holding onto you tighter. he rests his chin on your shoulder.

'hi, baby,' he mutters, his voice morning fresh and raspy.

'hi, sirius,' you whisper back. you turn around to face him.

'did you enjoy, you know last night?' he smirks. heat crawls to your cheeks as you nod.

'i did,'

'i stopped because you said your safe-word. i wasn't too sure i heard you correctly because of the- uh- you know, but i stopped anyway. did you mean it?'

'yes i did. and before you start, it was because i got exhausted and not because you hurt me or anything.' he rubs his temple on yours.

'are you sure?'

'yes.'

he smiles, pushing his chin into the crook of your neck. his stubble tickles you and you giggle as he breathes out a 'we should do this more often,'

he's not wrong. roleplaying as a damsel in distress captured by a deranged murderer was fun. more fun than expected.

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[whereserpentswalk]

You die and go to heaven but there's something wrong here. The sky is dark and the land is gray. The person at the front desk is an overworked human from the 15th century wearing clothing he stole off of Saint Peter.

She tells you nobody has really cared about most distinctions for awhile up here, but if you want to officially be part of heaven there's a verification system in the main city. Still, you're free to wander around.

The main city looks like a modern metropolis, but constantly dark like it's always night. Everyone is freindly here for the most part but it doesn't seem much like heaven. You spot someone selling angel meat and ask him what happened, he tell you that it would take a lot of time to explain, and that there's a library in the old temple out in the countryside.

You go out to the countryside, which is nothing but a grey desert with a black sky. Ancient divine amd demonic beings wander this place like great roaming monsters, and there are some roaming gangs of people, ranging from ex saints to people escaped from hell, to watch out for who the people of the city are able to keep out but who terrorize the towns.

You pass by the entrances the hell and purgatory, and the bridge to a few other afterlives. The skeleton of Satan is kept around there like a dinosaur being displayed in a meusum. Someone waiting there tells you that you'd need a train ticket to get to another afterlife, but hell and purgatory are fine to climb to if you want, though most people don't go there now. You explain that you're going to the old temple.

The old temple is in ruins when you get there, though it's so clearly the ruins of something that once held the light of heaven. This wonderful ornate structure fallen into disrepair. Golems guarding the place have stopped fully working, so you can just go in.

Inside its dark. The first room has a coffin the size of a whale, with an empty throne of a similar proportion. The ground if covered by isopod like creatures, perhaps just the souls of isopods, that make it hard to move.

You never find the old library. You're going back to the main city. It seems safer there.

[koi0boi]

THANKS FOR MAKING THIS QUIZ KING

someone should make a personality quiz but its just different charlie slimecicle faces

[punkeropercyjackson]

The Anomalies aka Miles,Percy and Jason headcanons because i keep wanting to talk about how they hang out and work together

So!!Going in,Miles is a dreadhead and transmascfem,Percy is an afrolatina trans woman and Jason is afrolatino and fat.Be respectful ty!!

Dairy Super is their 2000s cartoon protagonists hang out.It's the Prime Earth equivalent to Dairy Queen and it was their first ever place they had a proper convo post-Miles and Percy literally crashing into Jason on his motorcyle as they shot out of their portals on the outskirts of Gotham so it has a special place in their hearts

Usual orders:Salted caramel truffles with a double cheeseburger and fries for Miles,blue cotton candy and blue kryptonian burgers for Percy and frosted animal cookies and a taco salad for Jason.They're regulars and a staple as something of Dairy Super cryptids that let you take pictures of them and show their powers for you if you ask first instead of being rude.Eventually Dairy Super announces a The Anomalies special meal you can earn with coupons

They have schedueld weekly diy sessions-they each have their own collection of diy items they made and gifts from the other two's but their favorites they've made are their 'White Streak Gang' tops,Percy's gray streak having faded and Miles getting his own white streak with Apollo's Blessing for their artistic talent and dedicated-Miles' is a sleveless hoodie,Percy's is a crop top and Jason's is a baggy t-shirt.The sessions were Percy's idea as the most actively punk out of the team!!

Obviously Percy and Jason join in on Miles' art,most notably his grafitti but also literally as he dedicates his sketchbook to them upon their first seperation like he does Gwen.They snatch it up from him and tease him about it like her in Atsv too and he's even more embarrased.They tag with him across New York,Gotham and Metropolis too and he got them into painting and chalk(Jason actually bit into one when he thought nobody was looking and they didn't say nothing because all their autistic asses had done it at some point so no snitches)

They watch Bluey together.Yeah there's no way around it,they simply would.It's where Jason got his nickname for Percy,Bluey,not just because Bluey Heeler is blue but also because she's so Percy-coded and it was Miles' suggestion to watch it so Jason tried to resist but couldn't at both Miles and Percy's Kitty Cat Eyes™️ and Mike,once you see this drop lore for their fave characters and episodes and merch they've stolen /lh /nf

Ghosthunting amd cryptidhunting but actually because they know damn well they actually exist even before Jason's ressurected ass came along.They exorcise when needed but mostly just make new ghost friends and they ask the cryptids questions and help out with their problems if they're benevolent,which they almost always are

Miles is strawberries,Percy is blue raspberry and Jason is cookies and cream.Miles is pink and black,Percy is blue and pink and Jason is red and pink.Miles is a sunflower,Percy is a bluebell and Jason is a rose.Iykyk

Miles is basically a human kamoji in his mannerisms and expressions and it drew Percy and Jason in big time out of wanting to keep around him for how fun and adoptable he is and his hardcore traits underneath only made them love him even more

And vice versa as Miles felt Percy and Jason are trustworthy instantly due to how overtly tough they are but could sense a hidden gooey softness underneath and it's all around a well-balanced dynamic from the start

They go to the beach in diy'd suits made to reflect their aesthetics:Miles' is a cutesy swim trunks and tank top,Jason's is gothic swim suits and no shirt to show off his Lazarus Pit top surgery scars and Percy's is a mermaid themed blue bikini with an attached hoodie.They always make sure to help clean the shore and ocean on each trip but also to have fun by swimming together,sunbathing,getting ice cream and boba if they're lucky,collecting seashells,sandcastle building and even playing with the marine life per courtsey of Percy

Percy carries around motivational stickers so Miles and Jason picked up the habit but completely different kinds from hers-Percy's are ocean based,Miles' are pastel kidcore and Jason's are kidgothic

Miles and Jason do that brothers thing where you throw food in the air for the other to catch with your mouth.They get it 8/10 of the time

Percy does that mom friend thing where she places her hand on the back of Miles and Jason's heads to pull them close to hers in a hug as she closes her eyes

Jason subconciously amps up his scary aura when he senses or at least percieves a threat to Miles or Percy and notably dosen't do it for himself

Jason is basically a portable heater with how warm he always is contrary to the ghostly assumption of him being cold all the time so Miles and Percy plop down on him often even if not their entire bodies and he's not complaining because of how comfy they feel

Miles and Percy do their nails with Miles starting off with just a plain color until Percy got him to embrace his femininity and now they both do real nail art and got Jason to join in by revealing they could do tradgoth styles on him.Miles does multicolor or sunflowers,Percy does sharp and jelly(because jellyfish lmfao)and Jason has them do edgy ahh ones on him

They have matching tamagotchis Margo hacked to be communicators too:Miles' is a cat,Percy's is a shark and Jason's is a bat

Tim and Miles are a thing?????Obviously?That goes without saying,it's not a real crossover if they aren't.Tim and Miles crushed on sight and only didn't get together sooner because teenage boygirls are stupid and they're so cheesy together and so t4t and audhd4audhd too and Tim is also cherokee on Janet's side!!His brown swag bewitched Miles just like her afrolatina swag bewitched him /lh.They put their minecrafts beds next to eachothers and i wanna see TV Girl redraws with them STAT

Bruce:Uh.....Watcha got there? Jason,standing with a hot earthy part-kryptonian part-human half greek-god girl(Percy)and an itsy bitsy ass spider mutant who's technically a quasi-god by virtue of blessing and blue power ring accsess(Miles)and all three of them sipping Batburger milkshakes:Batburger Batidas

[hermesserpent-stuff]

So, want to hear some ideas for Wings of Fire-fied Sabretooth and Wolverine and Gambit? Ye or no? I'm going with ye. (Note: you can imagine imagine as full dragons in Wings of Fire world (but with X-Men charactersas dragons), or even imagine an au where they are part dragon or can turn into dragons and that dragons are that X-Men world's version of mutants (imagine Remy with a little tail and wings and talons! AAAAAHHHHH SO CUTE!!! AND PAPA SABRETOOTH AND PAPA WOLVERINE AND FAMILY X-TEENS AND BROTERHOOD AMD ALL THE ADULTS!!!)

Yeah, I'm excited. So, let's let's this!

Sabretooth I see as one of these three tribes, or as a hybrid of two of them: HiveWing, IceWing, and/or NightWing-

• HiveWing Sabretooth! has caramel golden, warm orange, and/or dark black stripes and spots on his scales, has deadly stingers in his claws, has honey or acid green eyes, has briad shoulders and sharp teeth, plus a powerful bite,, was a powerful soldier/guard once... possible names for him but aren't limited to: Velvet, Vespid, Vespa, Sawtooth, Scorpion, Scarab, etc.

• IceWing Sabretooth! has pale amber scales with darker gray-brown splashes, like wild cat spots or imprints in snow, has gray-blue-green eyes, has sharp, serrated claws, is larger than most IceWings, has a few scars, is a deadly foe and was once a spy and assassin... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Vole, Sable, Snow Leopard, Sastrugi, Stratus, etc.

• NightWing Sabretooth! has dark brown scales, sharp amber-brown or moss green eyes, thick shoulders and a large build/height, and was an assassin/mercenary/soldier before... possible names for him include, but aren't limited to: Victor, Victorious, Vicious, Vengeance, Creedbreaker, Sabreteeth, Sharpteeth, etc.

Wolverine I see as the same tribes as Sabretooth, being HiveWing, IceWing, and/or NightWing-

• HiveWing Wolverine! has dark blue-black amd pumpkin orange scales, dappled across his face and neck and back and tail, with dark black wings with orange lines running through them, has dark red-brown eyes, has deadly wrist stingers, is broad in stature but not as tall as HiveWing Sabretooth, was once a soldier/guard, then experiment, then free dragon... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Locust, Leafcutter, Wasp, Woodworm, Hornet, etc.

• IceWing Wolverine has gray-blue scales, darker gray-blue-purple scales running down his back and spread across his wings, like shadows, sharp, deadly claws, thick shoulders, a larger build, has dark gray-blue eyes, and was once a guard/noble, then rogue dragon... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Lynx, Lemming, Wolverine, Wolf, Howlite, Hoarfrost, etc.

• NightWing Wolverine! has dark blue/dark indigo scales, has large black-blue wings, has sharp teeth and claws, has a strong tail, is shorter than most older dragons, but bigger than any dragonets or young adult dragons, has dark brown or dark rust-colored eyes, has a few scars, was once a soldier/spy, then left... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Loyalty, Longnight, Woebringer, Warbringer, Warwinner, etc.

Gambit I can see as either of these three, or a hybrid of two: SandWing, SeaWing, and/or NightWing-

• SandWing Gambit! would have muted dust brown scales, with darker brown speckles or black diamond patterns like a snake, has odd eyes with black and pink-red or black and gold, has swift and sneaky talons, has slightly tattered wings (they look like his coat), carries a few pouches full of dragonflame cacti seedpods and smoke bombs, is a decent fighter, is/was a thief for the Talons of Thieves... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Roadrunner, Rattlesnake, Gila, Gazelle, Emu, etc.

• SeaWing Gambit! has odd scales, a dark green-brown, like kelp or turtle shells, with pink webbing and glowscales, has bright red-pink eyes like coral, has a trick where he lights up all his scales as bright as he can to blind enemies, is a minor prince or noble, makes excellent seafood dishes, is/was part of the Seas' Guild... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Remora, Reef, Ray, Gill, Gulf, Goby, Gale, etc.

• NightWing Gambit! has dark red-brown scales, has red-pink eyes, has hard scales, has a few scars across his wings, has a minor empath ability due to almost being hatched under the moons, wears a few piercings in his ears, is/was a member of the Thieves' Wing, a group of spies, thieves, and shady individuals... possible names for him include but aren't limited to: Reminisce, Revenge, Remedial, Gamble, Gallant, etc.

Fun facts for them:

• In each world, Gambit, dragon-mutant or dragon-dragon, falls in love with Rogue

• Logan and Victor are brothers or were brother-adjacent to each other

• Dragon or dragon-mutant Gambit can cook great seafood dishes, and adds spice to his food, could make a living just selling his tricks about how to cook and bake, or selling his food as a street vendor, he's that good

• Dragon Victor is large, due to being older than most dragons and because he is a big boi that has big bones

• Dragon Logan is smaller than Dragon Victor, but is bigger than the teens/dragonets and young adult dragons

• Dragon Gambit is a goid friend and/or older brother to younger dragonets

(Notes: These will be added to my blog, too, but if you like any of them, feel free to explore the dragon side of things! These are my opinions on what they'd look like and possible names and pasts they'd have, but nothing is set in stone!)

I hope you enjoyed this, Hermes!

interesting. never read WOF tbh!

but interesting!!

[quinoariver]

Fate and Doom & Magic and Muse

(designs are based only on the tcp recap doc and some of my own additions, not sure if it holds up with their descriptions on the show because I haven't gone back to listen for this)

Image description: a watercolor painting of Fate and Magic from Transplanar RPG. Fate is a thin person with golden glittery skin and a round face with no features except empty, golden eyes. They have short, curly dark hair and they're wearing a pale golden dress. They have both hands held out with their palms towards the ground and wavy, incorporaeal tendrils extend from them. On the right hand the tendris are black, on the left they're golden except for one pink one. There are black amd golden, wavy, halo-like structures behind their head. Magic is slightly shorter than them. They're a chubby person with dark blue-gray skin with some lighter freckles on their arms. They have humanoid facial features but their eyes are a mix of colors. Their hair has many different colors and extends beyond the end of the page in a long braid. They're leaning on a turquoise cane. They're wearing a dress that is similar to the one fate is wearing in structure, but theirs is rainbow colored with wavy, uneven, dark purple lines across. There are wavy black lines around Magic's hands that look similar to fate's halos. ID end.

[paintedkinzy-88]

I did the drabble for Life's end:

Life was used to Death's presence, he was her counterpart in the Balance after all, and while her initial impression of him was rather... harsh, he has come to be a dear friend to her. Once she got over herself amd realized that he wasn't an abomination created specifically for her own suffering. They even had very nearly courted, had it not been for the incident that had left her on the wring end of a stolen scythe and the resulting rampage Sans had gone through as a result of losing his only true friend aside from his brother.

They've gotten over it for the most part, especially once other members of the Balance started popping up and causing their own chaos as they tried to figure themselves and their roles out. Sans had taken on the name of Reaper and his brother Grim, to help with the confusion of suddenly an entire muliverswz of Sanses running amuck, and Life had chosen to follow her friends lead. She is the embodiment of Life itself afterall, jsut as Reaper is the embodiment of Death, although, she'd understand why her friend wishes to no go by that moniker, and Reaper has started visiting her garden once more.

Now, Reaper is alway careful with her plants. He floats everywhere and avoided even touching one whenever he could, often moving into some rather awkward positions to avoid accidentally grazing the foliage. And Life will always be welcoming to Reaper's visit, being the lonely old goat she is and having a similar sense of humor to her friend, the two could waste eons away just simply chatting and telling jokes to one another. But if there's one thing she had to dislike about her friend's visit... it's his wings.

Don't get her wrong, Reaper's wings are very pretty in her opinion. They aren't quite pitch black but rather the feathers have a iridescent sheen of blues and greens reflecting off the dark feathers, like a raven or a crows. Not to mention their size! Even amongst gods, they're an impressive size! The problem... is that Reaper never bothers to take care of them!

She can count on one paw how many times she has seen the other god's wings in their true glory without being steeped in so much blood, dirt, and dust that their colors have faded to a muted gray with patches of rust from the sheer amound of dust and dried blood clinging to them! And that doesn't even get into how raggedy and unkempt his feathers are! If the skeleton hadn't been able to float on his own power, he'd never be able to fly! And that doesn't even get into the fact that every time he twitches a wing or absent-mindedly itches at his feathers, a cloud of dust amd feathers spread from them onto her garden! Life was willing to put up with the annoyance with only mild annoyance. She knew that with his busy schedule, one only marginally corrected when she'd threatened her ex husband for his treatment of the reaper brothers and refusal to give them a single day to themselves after the Incident before locking herself once more within her Garden, he rarely had time to do proper maintenance and grooming.

But the last straw happened when she noticed fresh blood on her chrysanthemums!

With a scowl, she stomped over to where her friend was floating and grabbed him by the back of his cloak, cuasing Reaper to let out a yelp as she dragged him over to a fresh stream and bodily through him in. Reaper squawked as he splashed about in and attempt to reorient himself,

"Life, what the hell-"

"You are going to wash all the blood and dust out of those feathers right now, Reaper! And then you will wit upong this rock and let me fix that mess of a plumage you call wings!"

"What?" Reaper stared at her in shock, looking quite ridiculous soaking wet and slouched over in the stream. Like a drowned rat.

"I have been patient thus far, my friend, however even I have my limits. You're wings are so dust covered I cannot even tell what color they are supposed to be and just now I found fresh blood on my flowers!"

"You... threw me in the pond... because my wings are dirty?" Reaper continued to gawk at her before busting out laughing,

"Jeez, Tori! You could just told me to clean up!"

"Would you have done it, my friend?" Life gave him her best Mom Look, knowing the answer.

"Uh- maybe when I had time... and if Grim wasn't busy..." Reaper muttered, avoiding her gaze. Life gave an amused huff,

"Come, I will help with the places you cannot reach."

THEY DIDDDDD!

I SWEAR I WASNT IGNORING YOU—

I was just hoarding your work to myself fhjsbfjsndn so heckin cute I’ve read it like five times now—

I LOVE the description of his wings, the idea of a slight blue/green shimmer like a raven AHHH. So prettyyy. And I never even considered the fact that he’d have monster dust and the like all over them! God what a great detail that’s so cool. Just imagining on the worst days he looks like his wings got dusty or something, flapping them to poof it all off, and Geno had to ban him from doing that in the Save Screen cuz that’s DISGUSTING REAPER WTF.

[honeylikesyanderes]

I love the whole concept of a Yandere dating app, and I am in love with it already 💕

Could I get facts of both Avanti and Drew?

ofc bbg

i got you

18+ mdni

hope you enjoy :)

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you swiped right on avanti!

avanti - cat demon

age: looks 22

birthday: feb 14th

physical attributes:

5'10

ash gray hair

big green eyes

pale skin

slender frame

he's a pretty petite person

usually has cute stickers on his face and arms

pierced ears

has a lip piercing but rarely wears it

freckles!!

has perfect teeth

personality traits

is literally a ball of sunshine

always excited, always ready to do something

is perpetually always on an energy drink

avanti genuinely has such a cute personality

a true golden retriever boy

he's also a big pervert.

the biggest pervert of all my yandere ocs tbh

will not hesitate to say anything sexual, regardless of the time and place

are they aware that they are a yandere? does it bother them?

avanti is aware. he's a demon and yandere love is very very normal to their culture so it doesn't really bother him.

yandere! avanti:

yandere type: stalker/clingy

you get no personal space.

he can and will follow you everywhere

and he's a demon so he can teleport

literally knows everything about you

like every single thing

from your favourite food to what shows you like to the secret vibe you keep in your bottom drawer in between your 2 favourite pairs of socks.

knows all your friends and everything about them too

you cant lie to him about anything

he's literally a lie detector in human form

he also gets extremely whiney when you try to go out or anywhere without him

he's a super sweet yandere tho

will 100% treat you like royalty and try his best to please you

he can be a bit sensitive tho

avanti fun facts

his job is as a twitch streamer and youtuber

he's well liked because of his good energy and personality

avanti is actually an introvert and doesn't really like to go out much

he used to have a bit of anxiety interacting with humans but he overcame it by learning to be flirty and cutesy

his tail is really long and he's able to use it to hold stuff

he's also related to atlas and they do go out together for ''drinks'' often

you swiped right on drew!

drew - grim reaper/shinigami

age: looks 30

birthday: august 2nd

physical attributes:

6'7

shoulder length pale black hair

golden eyes

pale skin

broad shoulders.

slim yet very muscular build

scar on his right eye

only one pierced ear

has a cross tattoo that runs from his neck to his v line

personality traits

has the biggest dad energy

is honestly so chill amd cool headed

is pretty flirty and friendly

but not as flirty as avanti

a nonchalant bro tbh

the only time you'd ever see him not being chill is when he's working

when he's at work, drew's personality does a 180

he's cold, cruel and calculating

will risk and do anything to get the job done

he can be extremely emotionless when it comes to getting what he wants

are they aware that they are a yandere? does it bother them?

drew is aware, but he's doesn't believe that being a yandere is a bad thing. he actually thinks non-yanderes dont take love seriously enough.

yandere! drew:

yandere type: obsessive/possessive

drew is an older yandere so he has a lot od experience and he's probably the best yandere to handle a darling.

drew is similar to icarus, in which he'll give his darling their space

but drew can be very very demanding.

if he asks darling to do something, he'd prefer if you do it as soon as he says it

cause he claims ''its for your own good''

and he has a tendency to nag if you misbehave

i mean you should expect it cause he literally talks for a living 😭

drew is also extremely observant so ypu basically cant lie to him

and he can tell when your vibe/behaviour is off

he isnt the touchiest yandere and prefers to not be touched

he might touch darling occasionally throughout the day but he's not super touchy

he likes to talk to darling a lot and likes to geat about their day

he can also turn invisible and doesn't mind using that to follow/stalk darling

loves to kiss the top of darling's head

can and will use his height and build to intimidate love rivals and even darling if necessary.

drew fun facts

his day job is as a lawyer

his actual job is as a grim reaper

drew is the head of all the grim reapers in the region

has a tendency to work from home and will only go into work like once a week

has a fuck ton of folders in his home office

has a little black book that contains the names of people he's reaped over the years

drew is over a thousand years old and he remembers every life he's ever lived.

[chickenconfusion]

three heros appear at the worlds edge.

a human,

a monster,

and a prince from the dark.

and ggandalf the gray and ggandalf the white and monty python and the holy grails black knight and benito mussolini and the blue meanie and inkling boy, and are you ready lets do this leeroy and kaepora gaebora, and dora the explorer spongebob squarepants, and chosen one: sora, sephiroth, chun li, master chief, and dedede, big smoke, professor oak, every single teletubby, gordan freeman, amd the dragon spyro, and cowboy curtis, and jambi the genie, robocop, the terminator, captain kirk, and darth vader, lo pan, superman, every single power ranger, bill s preston and theodore logan, spock, the rock, doc ock, and roy, our boy, nurse joy, and red pyro

1am i got this

1 + 3 = 4

why did you send me this at 4am

why were you up at 4am?

[curious-l1ght]

three heros appear at the worlds edge.

a human,

a monster,

and a prince from the dark.

and ggandalf the gray and ggandalf the white and monty python and the holy grails black knight and benito mussolini and the blue meanie and inkling boy, and are you ready lets do this leeroy and kaepora gaebora, and dora the explorer spongebob squarepants, and chosen one: sora, sephiroth, chun li, master chief, and dedede, big smoke, professor oak, every single teletubby, gordan freeman, amd the dragon spyro, and cowboy curtis, and jambi the genie, robocop, the terminator, captain kirk, and darth vader, lo pan, superman, every single power ranger, bill s preston and theodore logan, spock, the rock, doc ock, and roy, our boy, nurse joy, and red pyro

HELP MY MOM WAS BEHIND ME AND WATCHED ME TYPE OUT THIS ENTIRE ASK AND I DIDNT EVEN KNOW-

THIS IS THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN (of ultimate destiny)

Anyways

YOUR MOTHER WAS BEHIND YOU?????

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Baa baa Black sheep, why do you wear a skull?

(wanted to change Animal Bell!Reader to where their front legs usually walk over knuckles kinda like an ant eater(also gives off the vibes of them having hooves) letting their claws be nice and sharp for fights and different attacks)

OoooooO! Thats a good idea, Cube Anon! Clever! I love the color choices, too! The blacks, grays, tans/browns, and whites! They really look like a prey turned predator! (Little fawn spots little fawn spots aaaahhhhh!) Their horns! Their bby horns! So sharp, and angular! Their skull! Amd their claws!!! Bby has bite to their bark!

You did outstanding, Cube Anon! Thank you fir sharing more Knell of the Bell Reader (Clover) with us!!! I liked that you thought of them! They're fun to write for!

[nana1000night]

Okay, I know I've had this thots before......

But... I love the way Phoenix would protect Maya even though he's in the lowest period.

But my mind tell me more ......

What about Phoenix IS dragon when he's in the normal positive vibes?

His hairs, those spikes looks like dragon (or I'd say loong or ryu to distinguished the western dragon)

But when he lost his badge, when the fire burnt his every scales to ashes, he found those glows dimmed.

Phoenix felt desperate and self-doubt, he can't trust anyone when he couldn't even trust himself.

He didn't receive Maya's call, Edgeworth's call or anyone else. He felt shame, for himself, for Mia.

What Dahlia said burnt his heart.

You always been so easily to trust people. You're so pathetic.

He lost and failed.

However, I don't think that Maya and Edgeworth would let Phoenix just be a puddle slime of sad.

They both came to Phoenix, and Maya hugged him and whispered:

"We won't ditch you, Nick. We won't give up to you."

Edgeworth pat Phoenix's shoulder, then he was dragged into a big, group hug by Maya.

Phoenix didn't say anything, he felt tired and didn't know what actually to say at the moment.

His heart, on the contrary, turns to bittersweet and sour at the same time.

At least, his two best friends didn't abandon him right now.

Phoenix is not the type who can let the truth be buried. Especially when he knew Kristoph was the culprit of his disbarment, and the case of Zak still is a huge of mess.

Edgeworth warned him about Kristoph's dangerous. His selfish and calculating might worse then Morgan Fey.

These two men decided then, that they can't let Maya being harmed.

Kristoph must knew the new Master of Kurain amd how much affects she has to the high society.

Still, no one can guarantee that he would try to kill Maya if she still with Phoenix.

Phoenix chose to cut his ties with Maya, only send a few letters occasionally.

Maya knew something went wrong, she was a smart girl, besides, she asked Mia after the day.

"He needs time to gather himself, Maya. Give him some time. "

That's all her sister wrote.

So Maya wait.

The newborn feather tickles the flesh and bones.

Steel Blue Feathers

Phoenix realize that he's changed, he's not the dragon anymore.

He's on the ground, but his stubborn and his friends' help became his wings some how.

Those fragile feathers would be strong and sharp in time, and Phoenix knows that he could fly AGAIN.

Maya send Phoenix a letter, she said she would be at the city cause an CEO want to meet her sister through spirit channeling. She wrote down an address and said that she'd wait for Phoenix.

Phoenix didn't reply, but he wandered to the accurate address before Maya.

He waited without let her notice him. phoenix just want to see her one more time, even though he can't let Maya see him.

Then, Phoenix found there's someone is watching Maya and the CEO.

After half hour, Maya walked out, with the red eyes CEO. The CEO thanks Maya again and bid her goodbye.

The stalker followed Maya, so Phoenix followed them.

It's near 6 PM, the sky is darkening.

The stalker became closer to Maya, but his hands can't reach to Maya.

BEFORE HEAVY DARK MIST SURROUND HIM.

"Don't NEAR FEY!"

The mist choke his throat and the stalker thought he saw his whole life running in front of his sight again.

Something gnarled and growling louder.

"Get off before I regret it."

The dark mist faded, and the stalker found himself at the deepest place of an unfamiliar alley.

The stalker fled in panic.

In another small alley, behind the crafts stores the empty "grape juice", the dimmed steel blue glowing in the darkness.

Maya is faint, laying on the chest of a man. A gray sport coat covers her body to desists the cooling temperature.

Those black mist, brushes the yound lady's face gently.

The flames of steel blue had build another dimension only for the man and Maya.

"Sleep well, my Fey. No one will hurt you."

The Man kiss Maya's forehead and murmured.

When Maya woke up, she's in her own bedroom.

How'd she came back to the village, she had no idea.

Pearl said there's a giant phoenix who send Maya back.

Of course, Maya didn't buy it. Even though Pearl swear that she's saying the truth.

But when Maya changing her clothes, there's a steel blue feather falls down to the sheet.

Maya picked it up, watching the feather closely.

She put it towards her chest and smile.

"Nick......"

[mobolanz]

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Okay let's seeeee that's an interesting question! Since ultimately all three of my main ocs are in a gray area being more associated (and shipped. 🪨💛🤍💎💜🌫️) with the antagonist pov.

With that in mind I don't think I'm capable of imagining any of them betraying someone's trust (intentionally at least) considering it already happened to each of them individually and because that'd mess them up in a way I personally don't really fuck with. I WOULD tho with them misinterpreting that they do or being conflicted about the fact that this idea even came to them to begin with be it from a third party or their own thoughts (ah complexes and delicious angst :3), but ultimately not if that makes sense.

So let's get on the kill count because we're in for women's actually correct wrongs xD ♥️

Evelyn: for such a gentle and sheltered soul, I figure the very moment it happened and she had to, albeit in self defense, would initially leave her calm that at least it got them to leave her alone. I suppose it also wasn't just to her but at least one more person with her. But gradually in a matter of hours the deed truly catches up to her mind, that's already set on finding herself to be bad and lesser from young age (it's harsh and entails emotional abuse amd neglect) , so to actually have the extreme nerve to go ahead and kill someone who probably "deserved" to return home and be with their loved ones "more" than her? Prove the claims that got her disowned and undeserving of even natural needs right in the worst way possible? It leaves her isolated in a dark corner with a struggle to breathe.

Actually beyond that, in the matter of other displays of violence, she'd be more overwhelmed and shaken than the person who got smacked, whoever it is. Like how did you blindly loose your cool, how did you resort to shutting them up selfishly as that, they're not confronting you over nothing. Girl's really, really harsh on herself with it

Mia/amethyst: Had she been an actual character within the canon afraid she'd fall to the trope of "villain makes a great point on the world's condition but is dismissed because the narrative and MC keeps bringing up and making them hurt a bunch of background characters we as viewers aren't as attached to and the status quo remains" so good thing she isn't and I allow her scott free, the things we do for love. 😆

Surprisingly or not, she's the one of the three with the highest count.

Cecille/night lilly : She pretty much never is the starter, so not (yes) to be villain apologist™ but... It's kinda on them thinking it'd impress anyone that they took her down. :v , you don't provoke an endangered wildcat in it's natural habitat on the run!!! She's also on to be quick about it.

Oc asks

[electionfraudking]

[a blurry image of Showie's face, in the style of a hastily taken snap. She's applied some pigment to her eyes- they are green today. She appears to be wearing some kind of black sheet. Behind her you can see a white wall. It looks like she's just crouched down and is hiding, but she looks excited rather than upset. Her hand is covering her mouth. She appears to be laughing, and there is a gray blush to her cheeks]

JE FUMKIB LOOLED UO AMD SAQ ME AAAAHHHHNDIJUEIENFIJVNCDXIJ LPPKED ROGHY ON MU EYEA

You should go talk to him after the round lol