#coloring them will take a while but it will be done!

[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 12

Y'all are getting two chapters today because a little silly someone, won't @ because they haven't asked to be tagged in the tag list and Idk if they'd like the call out but they know who they are, liked every chapter and I loved your little comments so I finished chapter 13 so I can post this chapter only fueled by your excitement 🥰🥹

CW: people are getting their ass beat, so mention of blood and decapitation.

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With Nolan completely refusing to face anyone lately, and the announcement that the guardians are dead, you had to get away. You couldn’t sit and wait for him, couldn’t cry over the guardians, couldn’t sit by and watch how worried Debbie was every morning when he’d left. You just couldn’t.

So, while Mark went to university with Amber and William, you cashed in your vacation days and let the shadows lead you away over the seas to Romania. Softly landing in the Hoia-Baciu Forest felt—surprisingly—like home.

The whispers of the shadows nudged you around the forest, deeper and deeper, past the oddly shaped trees straight to a burnt circle of land where dried trees grew. Walking past the circle changed the scenery, from gloomy grey trunks to moss-covered, flourishing weeping willows circling a little lake.

Walking back to the edge of the circle, you stuck half of your body out and back observing the change happening right before your eyes. It seemed to be a Midnight City magic dome thing. Inside the dome, it was quite beautiful, the astilbes and the Japanese irises giving some color to the landscape. Your hands softly traced the taller flora as you got closer to the lake, lifting off the ground to move towards the center where a small piece of rock was.

This was a great place for an altar and the shadows greatly approved, too. Sitting on your ass, crisscross apple sauce, you placed your hands on the smooth surface, transfiguring it to expand and even out a bit more.

By the time you were done setting wards so no one could find the place and adding the actual altar and the statues for Lady Gotham and Death it was already so late.

With a small sigh, you place yourself in front of the altar once more. You were never religious, your biological mother didn’t care, Bruce didn’t, the Graysons didn’t- it felt awkward to pray to them. Constantine mentioned that praying to them could just be talking to them, they’re not Yahweh, they’re not Allah, they don’t abide by those rules.

So, you didn’t either. You thanked them for the blessings they gave you, hoped they were well, and told them about your day, leaving them with a bowl of sliced apples and some flowers, deciding to visit the rest of the country while you still had a few days of vacation.

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“Went to Mars, almost got killed by Martians, got the shit beaten out of me for trying to help the Titan, got half of Teen Team- er… the new Guardians in hospital. Also, his one guy in the college was kidnapping male students he saw as peak alpha males and modifying them to essentially turn them into robocops wannabes consisting of no free will and mech bodies, including William’s boyfriend, for the betterment of the human race.” Marks sighs tiredly. “Amber and I broke up and made up again. Told her I’m Invincible… she knew.”

Debbie just looked at her son, before turning to look at you. Maybe she should stop asking how everyone’s day was. “Don’t look at me like that, ma. For once I had a normal day. Visited a lot of places in Romania after finding a little nook for my altar and got some presents for you two and our friends.” You shrug as you take another bite of food. “How was your day?”

Your mother smiles. Well, maybe she shouldn’t, it was the little normality she had in her life. “Sold a penthouse to a billionaire who had a set of all gold teeth.” You snort at that. “That’s one way to show off.”

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Since sunrise Mark has been searching for his dad and once he did, he immediately tackled him, rolling through the air for a bit before stopping. “Where have you been?! Why haven’t you said anything?” Nolan didn’t get to respond Mark continued. “Are you cheating on mom? Do you have a second family or something?”

“What?! Of course not! Why would you-“ Nolan stutters at the audacity. “Because one day you just decided to up and disappear! You barely come home anymore- Do you even love us anymore? I need you to think about it before you answer- really consider it, because I want you to mean it truthfully- Do you love us?”

The older Viltrumite couldn’t hide the shock, the anguish as he actually thought about it. Loving them meant going against his mission- to a small degree, sure, he could still finish it- but- “Yes... I-I do. I truly love your mother and you deeply. I love your sister just as much. You three are very important to me.”

“Then stop this- nonsense!” Mark waved his arms around. “You’ve been missing for almost two months, barely come home to sleep- You know how paranoid my sister is, she’s making plans over plans on how to take you down because she thinks you snapped and are trying to conquer the planet.”

“She thinks I plan to conquer Earth?” Nolan asks softly, hands clenching at his side. “Yes! She thinks me and mom don’t know but I found her encrypted files- she thinks now that you know the Viltrumites can create offsprings that have powers with humans, you have started making plans to take over. She thinks you killed the Guardians because they could have slowed you down, maybe even stopped you- she thinks you’ll come to me and ask me to help- that you’ll come clean and confess that the Viltrumites are- are these-“

Mark couldn’t finish… How could he? You didn’t come up with these ideas out of thin air- you had evidence. Circumstantial evidence- but it still was so compelling, too many coincidences to be just nothing. “She made plans that could take me down, too. Just in case I would accept to help you- she’s gone mad, dad. And- and I started to believe it too.”

Mark looks at his father, straight in his eyes. “So I need you to come home, to talk to us- I don’t want to believe it- I don’t want to think that you’d ask me to do such bullshit.” The young man clenched his fist. “Please tell me she’s wrong- because if she isn’t- I won’t help you. I’ll do anything to stop yo-“ Mark didn’t finish as Nolan threw a punch, breaking his mask and making him bite his cheek.

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“Honestly, Eve, I can’t believe you didn’t dump Rex the first time he cheated.” You sipped on your soft drink as you walked with Eve. “I know- It’s just- we both-“ She tried to come up with a reason, just a tiny one to try and keep her pride. “You both got your powers in a lab- yes. I know. That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve the respect of a man. And I can’t believe Kat jumped at the first opportunity- is the ‘not your bestie’s ex’ not in the girl rulebook anymore?”

As Eve opened her mouth to respond to that, what came out was a gasp of shock as her eyes caught the fight happening on the news. “What? Are the news more import-“ As you tuned to look behind you at the TVs in the electronics shop your mouth dropped with the drink you were holding.

The flashing pictures of Mark and the Immortal fighting furiously against Nolan make your blood run cold. The robot cameras that were flying around the men managed to pick up some of the conversation, mostly Immortal furiously yelling but- “This isn’t you! You don’t want to do this! You just feel like you have no choice, but you do!” they caught Mark too.

“Is your dad being mind-controlled?” Eve asks, clearly worried as she looks at you. “No…” Is all you say before you disappear with a breeze of air. It wasn’t a good idea to travel via magic right now. Eve caught a glimpse of Omni-man decapitating The Immortal before she changed into her costume and tried to keep up with you.

Somewhere in space, the League of Justice and Laughing Magician could only watch in terror as the news kept up with the man and his son. “Please don’t… Please don’t try and stop him.” John’s whispered payers were met only with Batman’s suspicious glare. “We should go and help!” Superman’s worried pleas was quickly shut down.

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Mark couldn’t register everything his father yelled at him as they fought through the air, and he definitely could not after being thrown into the ground and punched twice. But he could answer one question. “You and her… I’d still have you and my sister, dad.” And Nolan hesitated on his third punch. But you didn’t.

Your hit threw Nolan off Mark, making the older man crash into a crater of his own. You didn’t let him get a break. “I trusted you! We all did!” Punch after punch, the ground beneath his head created a bigger and bigger hole. “Mom and Mark love you! I love you! And you go and chose them?!”

You didn’t even notice when John Constantine popped in, almost stumbling through the portal as he ran to your brother, racking his brain for every healing spell he could use. He didn’t care that Bruce would corner him when he went back and interrogate him about this, not when you needed him.

“What is so important about them that we didn’t give you?! You haven’t seen them in years-“ Your yelling cracked as you sobbed, your tears mixing with the blood of the man. Why didn’t he choose you? “Why not us? Why them?! Why are you letting me beat the shit out of you?!” As your hands clenched above your head in a double axe handle motion, ready to turn his face into mush, you’re stopped by your brother’s voice calling your name.

Your fury turns to fear and worry as you look towards him, getting up just to stumble towards him and John. Your tears clouded your vision as you fell to your knees by Mark, gently holding his hand as you inquired about him. “I’m fine- just like, five punches to the head and a throw to the ground.” He croaked out, flinching slightly as his nose set back into place while John continued doing his best to heal the young man.

“In other universes, you either die or get the snot and spline beaten outta ya- this is so much better kid.” Constantine immediately cringes at his words, his eyes meeting yours as he instantly apologizes. “- I should have told you, hen-“

The sound of the sonic boom doesn’t even make you flinch. If Nolan wanted to run away, that was fine by you. “I knew. Nobody is that kind just to help out of the goodness of their hearts.” You said softly, reassuring him with a squeeze of his arm. “I should have done more. Should have told the Guardians or someone about my suspicions, my plans on how to deal with him-”

“You made contingency plans?” At your stutter and confused look, Mark could only laugh, immediately getting what the man meant. The rumors of Batman’s paranoia were true after all. “She even made a few for me in case I accepted.” John huffed in amusement at that. “Well- then we better keep you away from the Bat, he may just adopt you.” Some of the League’s members couldn’t hold in their laughs at the utter disgust your face showed. “With my track record of father figures you better keep the furry as far away from me as possible.” Constantine could hear Hal's laughter from where he sat as she finished speaking.

“We should get going before Cecil shows up.” You sigh while helping Mark get up. “We’re moving again? I just got here…” Eve said as she finally landed, getting Mark’s other side. “You both were hard to find, and I missed everything.”

“No need- I can help with that.” John groans as he gets up, brushing his pants off before he opens a portal to Mark’s home. “Alright, let’s get the lad home.” He lets the kids through first, and before he steps in too, he makes sure to flip off the robot cameras, just for Bruce.

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[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Valentines Day

Ace Trappola:

Ace wanted to play it off like he forgot the date, but then he’d be a liar and still in the doghouse. He didn’t want to get some generic Valentine’s related product, with some fake lovey dovey sentiment that he’d never say out loud in a thousand years. That would as disingenuous as lying and getting you nothing at all. He knew your hobbies and interests, so why was he suddenly at a loss for what would make the perfect gift for you?

You’re surprised to be greeted with a handful of colorful rectangular paper, ‘COUPON’ scribbled across the front of it in handing that looked slightly rushed. You were about to ask if he was spending a little too much time with Octavinelle before spotting the ‘within reason’ written at the bottom, getting the answer to your question before you had even asked.

“Yeah, you can give ‘em to me when you want me to do something for you.” He seemed rather proud of the idea, and you found it hard to hold back a laugh. This was clearly because he couldn’t find a gift that fit his standards, falling back on the tried and true ‘just tell me what you want directly and I’ll do my best to make it happen.’ It was very in-character of him, and you looked forward to the seeing the lengths he’d go for you.

Leona Kingscholar:

The holiday created such a buzz that Leona wanted nothing more than to run away from it. He didn’t care about couples, though he thought it provided an honest view of your partner depending on what they gave you. Money could go a long way if that was what your partner wanted, but what about the sentimental? The true romantic who wanted a real show of love and affection but could only receive a pre-made gift their lover had spotted while on the way home?

He doesn’t directly invite you to a night under the stars, but thankfully you speak Leona, and completely understood why he was telling you the exact place he’d be at a very specific time. You had, of course, received a beautiful piece of jewelry from him, something that represented his homeland and tied you two firmly together, but you knew there was more to him than just money.

A peaceful night spent beneath the stars awaited you, and as much as he insisted he didn’t believe in reading them, you couldn’t help but feel more connected while watching them together.

Jack Howl:

Jack had been standing outside the flower shop for nearly ten minutes now, a determined, somewhat scary, look on his face. Some of the patrons sent him wary glances as they came and went, wondering what he could possibly be glowering at when it came to pretty plants. Even standing outside a good distance away was almost too much for Jack to take, his nose twitching as the door swings open once again and his nose fills with the scent of every flower in the place.

He knew it was what you wanted; you had discussed flowers at length at one time due to a sudden sneezing fit that was caused by a particularly strong-smelling plant in the greenhouse. He knew your favorite color, the type you liked, he’d just have to get out the words and pay for them and then the deed would be done… Compared to the odors fighting for dominance in his nose right now, he could certainly handle a small bouquet with just one kind in them.

Jack stays strong, for you, for as torturous as this situation is as he stands in line with the enemy all around him, the smile on your face would be worth it (and his tail was already wagging happily at just the thought).  

[quartzteph]

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TGS!!!!!

I've had this design for a recombined Jekyll rolling around in my head for months now, so I finally took the time to draw him. For the sake of clarity I'll refer to him as Re!Jekyll (short for Recombined Jekyll) (also the prefix "re-" feels kinda fitting for him, since he is whole once again). I have many ideas/headcanons for him, but I'll put all that under the cut :)

As for the drawing itself, I tried to mimic the look of the comic for the most part. (Note: Many of the colors used here were colorpicked from the comic to ensure accuracy.) I wanted him to look less like a 50/50 mix of Jekyll and Hyde and more like a Hyde-ish Jekyll, so I opted to give him the same face and hairstyle as Jekyll, but with some Hyde-like qualities. Aside from the obvious blonde streak, his hair is fluffier, messier, and a bit longer. The hair tuft/sideburn things in front of his ears are based on a mix of the hair tufts that hang in front of Hyde’s ears and university Jekyll’s sideburns. While he mostly wears red, he likes to include a touch of green, as seen here in his cravat. Also he gets the dark eye circles, as a treat. (I just really like Hyde's dark eye circles and don't have enough self-restraint to not give them to Re!Jekyll.)

Bonus doodles cause i love my freak son:

Various headcanon ramblings about him (plus drawing process) under the cut:

When he's trying to look more respectable, he uses his now-longer bangs to hide his green eye. At first, he also attempts to make his hair look neater, but this is a near impossible task that he eventually gives up on. (He is doomed to live out the fuzzy-headed mad scientist stereotype.)

When people question his sudden change in appearance, he claims his blonde streak and green eye are the result of a chemical formula splashing him in the face (á la Two-Face). Yeah this sounds a little far-fetched, but he is charming enough to get away with it. (Besides, he knows way more about alchemy than they do, who are they to question it?)

This sudden merging of identities is initially super disorienting. It takes him a while to get used to it. (In the first few days, he keeps referring to himself with "we". He eventually breaks this habit tho.)

Has a bit of an identity crisis. (I'm specifically envisioning a scene of him staring at his wardrobe, mostly full of reds and greens, and getting stuck because he doesn't know what color to wear.)

Jekyll and Hyde were so used to having someone constantly there, listening to them and yapping in their ears (or in their heads, rather). Now, for Re!Jekyll, life feels so quiet. It's peaceful, but also a little lonely.

Has a bad habit of talking to himself aloud. When he's alone, he sometimes has whole conversations or debates with himself.

Struggles more with the mundane parts of his job due to having Hyde's impulsiveness and wanderlust. He occasionally has to take little breaks from all the paperwork when he becomes too restless.

He's still goopy. Moments of extreme emotion (stress, anger, excitement, etc.) can trigger the green goop. (Think that one scene in Ch. 14 when the priestess startles Hyde, causing goop to spew from his face.) I like to imagine the guilt of everything he's done hitting him and causing him to have a "that one scene in Howl's Moving Castle" moment.

In rare moments of severe inner turmoil or repression, he may even go into convulsions in addition to the goop, as if his body is trying to transform. (Feel free to disregard this one if you wish, this is 100% just me being super self-indulgent cause I love angst.)

Despite his many newfound struggles, he’s actually very happy! He now knows that Lanyon loves and accepts every part of him, and this helps him to better love and accept himself.

And now drawing process images! Shoutout to that one Re!Jekyll who is way too excited about something:

[atinystaypixie]

A Husband's Present

Summary: It's Kento's birthday and your husband deserves his presents. WC: 2.5k+ CW: 18+, MDNI, Smut, (brief) biting, creampie (with intent of pregnancy)

Kento was the best husband one could ask for. Attentive, understanding, patient. He was a natural provider and made it easy for you to always be in a state of ease. Even when you first started dating, you never had to ask, he would always do. The sink was broken? He was fixing it without a second thought. Tires looking flat? Pumping air in them and going to take you for replacements.

He was romantic as well. Dates were well thought out and never boring. Why go to an expensive restaurant when he knows you prefer picnics with a movie projector? Just because you were a homebody didn’t stop him from showing up with your favorite snacks and making pillow forts. He also loved being in the kitchen with baking. It’s how he proposed to you when he presented you with a cupcake topped with a ring. You still don’t know how he managed to put it on there without you seeing  when you both were decorating at the same time.

You never would have thought such an amazing man would be in your life. It’s why you are planning on creating life with him tonight. You’ve seen the way he’s looked at families lately whenever you two have been out. Along with him being amazing, he was respectful of your body and never wanted to push the topic unless you were ready. You’ve been married for four years now and dated for three. Your biological clock was ticking too and you are more than willing to give him kids. 

It’s why your acrylics were done in his favorite color with his initials, your hair styled in a high ponytail that he loved pulling, and your plump lips glossed to perfect. He would be home soon. Sadly work pulled him away for the day due to his birthday falling on a weekday this year. Awaiting him was his favorite hot meal, go to item from the local bakery, and of course, you wrapped up pretty for him. There was just something about how delicious you looked when dressed for his eyes only. A sacred, precious being crafted just for his touch.

His hands made sure to never leave an inch of you untouched. Gripping at your hips, smoothing over your thighs, fingers pressing into your back. Pink lips pecking at the skin of your neck, molding to your own lips, and whispering endless sweet vows to you. Your mind started to slip off into thought as you stood in the middle of the kitchen thinking of the love your husband never fails to give you. 

The timer on your phone pulls you out of thought with a jump. You tighten your robe and make your way to the stove pulling out the last of the food. It’s getting close to time for him to be getting home so you start setting the plates. It should all be finished as soon as he walks through the door.

Well, it should, but why do you hear the front door opening already? 

“Baby,” the man of the hour comes around the corner, loosening his tie, “I’m home.” He says making his way towards you.

“Kennie, you’re home early. Everything okay?” You ask, kissing his cheek. You’re more than happy to see him, but you weren’t expecting him so soon.

“Mm. I missed my wife, didn’t want to be there anymore.” He says while pulling you closer, arms wrapping around your waist, and lips pressing kisses to your jaw. His hands slide down to the fat of your ass, gripping them. “What’s under here?” A smirk etching itself on his face.

“That’s for you to find out after we eat,” you emphasize the after and slip out of his hold. 

It doesn’t take long for you both to settle in and enjoy the food you made. He tells you about his day and you do the same. It’s obvious he is distracted throughout dinner though. His eyes lingering on your lips as you speak, scanning down to the cleavage peeking from the slight opening of your robe, and some responses are just mere hums and nods. Kento doesn’t care how long you have been together, he will never not be attracted to you.

Once finished eating, you clean up while he goes to shower. It took convincing since he hates not helping you, but you finally got him to go. You needed him to go so you could set up in the bedroom. After all the neverending spoiling he gives you, you at least want to attempt to take control for one night.

Your tall, blonde man finally emerges from his shower with a towel around his waist. The candlelit room and soft music playing makes him smile. If there is anything he loves, it’s the scents that come from you. Whether they are on you or filling the house.

“What’s all this, love?” 

“I wanna take care of you tonight, Kennie. It’s your birthday. Let me show my husband how much I appreciate him.” How can he resist when you are looking at him with those eyes? Your voice causes his heart rate to quicken. 

You have Kento feeling like it’s his first time again. He knew you were his peace and place of relaxation, but you were really working a number on him. Your soft hands worked all the knots out his muscles, leaving occasional kisses in their wake. It wasn’t helping that you now had him on his back and was straddling him. His stomach clenching as you teasingly raked your nails low, close to his hardened dick.

“Kennie, open your eyes. Look at me, baby.” Your voice was soft, seductive. All the touching and teasing alone you have been doing was about to send him over the edge.

“Love, stop teasing me please.” His voice was raspy and eyes were low. You loved when your husband got like this for you. That was all it took for you to hook your fingers in the towel and loosen it exposing his member. It was pretty and long, a darker shade from need, and a strong stance as it laid against his stomach.

You ran a hand up and down it, making him do a sharp inhale. It didn’t take you long to maneuver yourself down with your face in front of it. Kento pried his eyes open in time to see you peppering the underside with kisses. Every touch makes him twitch in your hand causing a seductive giggle to come from you. One thing about Kento is that he would always flip a switch in your brain. You thrived off of his sexual needs, eager to please.

“Fuck, love, are those my initals?”

“Mhm, you like?” He tried, he really did, but he can’t sit back any longer when he’s married to a vixen. 

He sits up, his veiny hand wraps in your ponytail tilting your head back while the other runs a thumb over the designs. “You really know how to mess with me,” his eyes locked on yours, “open.” A simple command that leads to him tapping his tip on your tongue, slowly feeding you his cock. “Good girl - fucckk- good girl,” he breathes out as he guides you down, pushing him to the back of your throat. Your tongue massages him as he finds relief in the wetness. You’ve made it a habit over the years to cockwarm him with your throat and it pays off with how easily you can keep him there. Your mouth is always warm and the moans you release around his length only add to the pleasure.

Kento loves stuffing your throat, the sight always making his balls tighten. It’s a slow, repeated process of pushing in and dragging himself out after a few seconds. He goes in all the way to the base and almost pulls completely out, stopping at the mushroom tip. One hand in your hair and the other cupping your chin, catching the stray tears that fall from your pretty eyes. It’s a beautiful sight having the woman he would die for trust him with her body in such ways.

He pulls out of your mouth tracing his tip over your lips thoroughly running whatever gloss you have left on them. “Let me unwrap you now, doll.” He guides you back up into his lap and undoes the belt to your robe. 

Exposed. You’re so exposed for him. Your perky breast sitting out pretty with the lace accentuating them, your stomach only covered by thin patches of the lace, and your pussy. Your pussy was completely uncovered sitting between the material. It’s easy access, perfection. He knew just how to play your body like a string on a guitar.

“Is this all for me, my love? Hm? Dressing up all pretty for me?” You would answer straightly, but it’s hard when his thumb is swirling your clit just right. “Answer me, doll. Did all this so I could fuck you real good?” It’s just something about the way he looks in your eyes and speaks with that tone that has you attempting to close your legs around his hand. You would be successful if he didn’t have you straddling him still. “Haven’t even done anything to you yet. It’s okay, love, I’ll take care of you.” He pushes the remainder of the robe off your body, throwing it off to the side somewhere.

“Wait,” you whine, “Kennie, I was supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Shh, shh. You know there's nothing I love more than loving on my beautiful wife. Let me enjoy my present thoroughly, yea?” He knew he had you when your eyes glazed completely back over. He laid you down and littered kisses across your face, down your jaw, and stopped at your belly. 

“Baby,” you mumbled.

“I know, I got you.”

“No. I want…I want you to put a baby in there.” You spoke a little louder, but timid making the man pause for a moment. Did you know he had been wanting to have a child with you? Since when did you want kids? Was he hearing things? His brain was trying to process the words. “Kennie, did you hear me? I want to have a baby with you-,” He cut you off with a deep, slow kiss. His tongue is swirling with yours and claiming your mouth as his for the second time tonight. 

“I’ll give you one, don’t worry.” It was all he said before you felt him lower himself again. This man is magic with his tongue and fingers, both were working open your sopping hole. His lips latch onto your clit while his fingers curl deep inside of you. In the process of working him up earlier, you made yourself needy too. You didn’t even need the extra foreplay, but Kento knew just how much your body reacted when his mouth connected to your pussy.

“Cum on my tongue and then I’ll give you everything you want.” His voice was so soothing, it was supportive almost, encouraging you to coat his taste buds in your juices. A few more sucks and curl of his fingers was all it took to have your back arching off the bed and pussy releasing. 

He groans out a collage of curses before sitting up and dragging you closer to him by your thighs. “My pretty wife,” he says while spreading your pussy lips. This is a present he will forever be happy to open. Your folds are all shiny as evidence of your activities, ready to indulge in more. While using his thumbs to hold you open and taking his time to admire you, your soft hand wraps around his length stroking it. 

“I love you.” Another smile blossoms on his face. How did he get so lucky? 

He thrusts forward into your hold a couple of times before removing your hand and interlocking your fingers. “I love you more.” His free hand guides his cock through your folds, the tip pressing against your clit with each one. He doesn’t stop until you whine at him again. He loves when you need him. Both of you are in love with one another needing each other.

He finally lines himself up to you and pushes in. You would think he hasn’t fucked you in months with the way your pussy squelches as it drags him in. “Shit, you’re taking me in so well, baby.” Once he bottoms out, he brings his chest yours, dragging your hands above your head. Both of you are panting as you hold eye contact, a silent conversation between lovers.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he doesn’t hold back from plunging into you. The sloppy musical happening between your bodies is enough to know he’s fucking you with purpose. Knowing he’s working to impregnate his wife gives him a new drive. He’s so deep in you and only pulling his length halfway out with each stroke leaving little breaks between each rush of pleasure you feel. You two are so close that your bodies are almost one. Layers of sweat covering you both as you moan out his name.

There’s a knot forming in your lower belly already making your insides slipperier. “Kennie,” your breath out. 

“Let go, baby. I got you.” He feels your fingers grip at his harder, the squint of your eyes and raise of your voice almost push him over the edge. Your gummy walls pulse around his member letting him feel every second of your release. He slows his thrusts working you through it while muttering sweet words into your ears.

When he sees you coming back down some, he raises up from you and puts both of your legs over his shoulders. “Saw that this was a good position to ensure pregnancy.” Your fuzzy brain barely has time to think about what he said before he is speeding up his thrusts again. He looks down to see his cock coated in white as he moves in and out of you. His hands have found home on your hips, his head turning to the side to kiss at your calf. Kento is getting close and you can tell from the way he brings your leg closer and sinks his teeth into the skin trying to hold on.

“I’m so close, baby. So close.” He rasps out feeling his balls tighten. Your pussy working to milk him. 

“Come on, Kennie. Fill me all up.” That’s all it takes for him to explode, hips stuttering and broken moans falling past his lips. You lower the leg he isn’t holding and sit up some to reach at his dick. Your fingers massage the amount that isn’t stuffed in your cunt making him rock back and forth from sensitivity. 

When he finally calms down, his eyes land on you. He places your leg to his side and pulls you up by the neck for a sloppy kiss. 

“Happy Birthday, Kennie.”

“Thank you, baby,” he smiles and kisses you again, “but I’m not done enjoying my present yet.” Kento was going to keep you here all night until he felt you were stuffed enough with his cum.

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Pixie’s Flying 🧚🏽‍♀️

This a repost! I posted this back in July but it never showed up in tags! Hopefully it shows up this time and you can read and enjoy it🥹

ENJOY! Reblog, like, and comment💜!

Pixie’s Masterlist

[gallifreyan85]

Thinkin' (I'm not afraid of you now)

pairing: mentor!agatha x reader

summary: one sleepless night, you go downstairs to see what agatha is doing. you watch her spellwork, wonder quietly, and find comfort in her magic. and maybe, your opinion helps her a little, too.

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You couldn't sleep. It was another peaceful night, the day had gone well. You had your lessons, Agatha had been her usual sharp self, of course, but you had done fairly well, fumbling only one or two spells. You tried to fall back asleep, but after several minutes of lying there awake, staring at your darkened ceiling with no luck, you gave up and sat up, sliding the warm covers off of you and slipping out into the dim hallway.

There was little light in the living room, a faint sliver of violet glimmering from the crack of the basement door that stood ajar. With careful, hesitant steps, you decided to go see what it was your so called mentor did while you were sleeping. Most nights you could hear her downstairs, quiet hums of magic reverberating through he walls, soothing you to sleep as you silently drifted off.

But tonight sleep wasn't coming to you, and, well, you were curious. And Agatha always told you your curiosity was one of your decent traits. So you softly padded over the oriental living room rug, the dark mahogany floors and over to the basement door. You pushed it open, expecting it to make a sound, but nothing.

With gentle steps you descended the stairs, taking in the humid purple glow the room held, a chill washing over your skin at the slight change of temperature. You paused on the second-to-last step.

Agatha was there, sitting at her work desk, a pile of old spellbooks on her right, one giant tome open in front of her, its pages withering, darkened at the edges.

"Are you just going to stand there and admire me?"

You almost jumped at her voice, so caught up in examining the room that you hadn't been looking at her. She turned, then, and smiled, a sort of half-smug knowing smirk.

"Well?" she said, her head tilting to one side in expectation, "I suppose I shouldn't tell you you should be asleep."

You fumbled with your fingers, the hem of your sleeve.

"I'm not tired."

"Oh please, if you're going to lie to me dearie at least try to make it sound believable." She beckoned you over with one hand and you came closer, away from the staircase and over to the dark wooden desk. It seemed old. Centuries old maybe. You wondered where she'd got it.

"Admiring my furniture now?" she smiled deviously.

"Uh-- no. Just... this place is..."

"Ah, yes." she sighed, waving a hand in dismissal, "You haven't been down here much, have you, dear?"

"No."

"Right, then rules first. This—" she gestured to a row of odd-looking leather-bound books on a shelf, "you don't touch."

You gave a small nod.

"That—" an assortment of glass jars with different-colored herbs in them, "you also don't touch."

Another nod. She paused, hand already raised towards a third thing, a high shelf with pouches and several interesting looking objects you didn't recognize, but then lowered it back down,

"Actually, scratch that, just don't touch anything."

You looked down.

She hated that look, the way your insecure gaze could just sometimes make her feel a bit warm- guilty, even. Not that she'd ever admit it. She sighed softly, resigned almost as she leaned back in her chair.

"Why are you down here, pet?" she asked in a rather soft tone, surprising you.

"I couldn't sleep." you told her honestly. "And I wanted to see what you were doing down here." Magic."

"Hun, you see my magic every day."

You swallowed. Nodded. Then raised your head a little, suddenly desperate to explain yourself.

"I-- I know. In lessons. But this is different. This is—"

"Advanced." Agatha filled in, her tone a little flat.

You shrunk a little.

"I know. Can I just watch though, just for a bit?"

She looked at you, and maybe it was the sight of you in your pajamas, looking so out of place in the dark, scary witches lair, that somehow reminded her of how much younger and more inexperienced you were compared to her. Well. Not just you. A lot of witches, but you were her student, of sorts, her mentee, hers to...

To what?

Protect?

No-- she shook that off quickly, tried to set herself right again. But she sighed. Gave in anyway.

"Fine." she said, "Stay. And-- don't make too much noise."

You smiled slightly. Nodded. Sat down on the floor and watched the room for a moment, how it somehow felt more alive than the rest of the house, an afterglow of so many spells, magic thrumming in the cold, damp air, and yet-- there was a warmth there too. Somehow, you felt it, not warmth maybe-- protection. Like you were safe. Like nothing could touch you here.

After letting yourself think on it you realized you were probably right, to some degree. Knowing Agatha, she'd only have the best protection spells, wards, sigils and runes set in place, and as if to prove you right upon lifting your head you saw them-- big, glowing symbols, some glowing brightly, some etched into the stone of the walls or ceiling.

A stack of papers and more books littered the floor around you, all the way from her desk, lining one wall and then stopping at the bookshelf and those jars and pouches. In the meantime Agatha had quietly gone back to whatever she was doing before, which you now saw was a spell of some kind, bright, glowing, turning inwards like it was collapsing in on itself continuously, reminding you of a dying star.

You watched, transfixed, as her hands moved around the ball of light, forming it in different ways, stretching, then returning to its original size. You had no idea what it was or what it was supposed to do, but Agatha clearly did because she scribbled something onto a piece of paper, scratched something out, then did it again. It looked the same, and she huffed slightly, annoyed.

And you couldn't take it anymore.

"What are you doing?" You blurted.

She paused, turned, as if she'd forgotten you were there, watching her, and then said,

"Trying to perfect something."

"What does it do?"

A smirk fell upon her lips, and she looked almost proud of herself for a moment. "Trust me sweetheart, you don't want to know."

"Something bad?"

Agatha looked at you. "Not bad, hun, powerful. There's a difference." And you thought for a moment there was a sudden bitterness in her tone, as if retorting back on being judged too harshly, defensive.

"I didn't mean it like that." you said quietly, and something in her expression softened.

"I know, dear. It's...alright. You're curious. That's good." she paused, adding, "But it can also be dangerous."

"I know." you said, "But it's you. You'd never hurt me."

She paused then, as if considering your words, something unheard of so far. "Wouldn't I?" she breathed out, half-question, half-statement, and you took it upon yourself to answer it for her.

"You wouldn't. I know so."

She smiled at you briefly, as if your reply had touched some deep part of her that she wasn't sure was still there. Then she shook her head as if to dismiss the thought.

"Come sit up here," she told you, "you'll catch a cold on that floor."

You got up, scooted beside her on the chair where she'd moved to give you more space. You pressed against her side, feeling a little warmer indeed.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, something like melancholy, or nostalgia, or grief on her part. Everyone thought she was so awful, so scary, so... dangerous. But powerful didn't mean bad, and you felt a sudden urge to reassure her that you didn't agree with them. Yes, she could be scary, and formidable, and destructive, but she'd never hurt you. You believed that. And having her on your side...well..

"Agatha?" you murmured.

She gave you a soft hum in response, back to scribbling on her paper, you felt her arm moving against your shoulder.

"Can I see your purple again?"

She stilled. You knew she'd always called it that, her magic, her pretty, vivid, purple magic, but maybe she wasn't used to hearing others call it that too. If she was surprised much she didn't let it show, but nodded, faintly, just once.

"Alright." she murmured. "What do you want, hmm? A spell, some runes, a pretty light show to indulge that curiosity of yours?"

You smiled. A little shyly, happy.

"A light show?"

She smirked, flicked her wrist, making a cloud of violet appear from thin air. "Like this, you mean?"

Your smile grew.

She watched you for a moment, then moved her hand a little, and the wisps of light turned a little darker, still swirling together and moving through air like rippling water. You felt your eyes droop, almost sleepy at the sight, finding it mesmerizing.

"Don't go falling asleep on me, toots." she piped up gently, a hint of genuine affection in her voice now.

"I'm not." you said back, but your voice, too, was getting quieter. You forced yourself to stay awake.

"Your magic's so pretty, you know that?" you murmured.

Agatha chuckled softly. "Ah, pet, that's because I'm making it pretty for you. Trust me, you wouldn't like it otherwise."

"That's not true, it's always pretty."

You felt her, still against your side, quiet for a moment, unnatural for her.

"You don't know what I've done, pet." she said, softly. "If you...had... you'd be running away from me and my magic, not begging to see more of it."

You gently shook your hair. "I know about you, Agatha. I read all those books you're mentioned in. You don't think I know?"

She frowned slightly, a slip of emotion escaping her usually composed expression. The light in her hand flickered slightly, as if exposing her surprise.

"Have you, now." she said softly. It wasn't a question. But you answered anyway.

"Of course I have. I'm...here with you, every day. You think I'd just let anyone teach me magic?"

She exhaled softly, letting her hand drop back to her lap, pulling the magic with it. It crackled out of existence. You frowned slightly, still sleepy.

"You're so...good, darling." she said softly, and you felt her fingers ghost over your hair. "You shouldn't be learning magic from someone like me."

"But I don't want anyone else." you said quietly. "I want you."

She looked down at you, a foreign, soft look in her eyes.

"I suppose there's no changing your mind, is there, pet?" she asked, "You're as curious as you are stubborn, too."

That pulled a small smile from you. "No...I'm not changing my mind. Like ever."

She huffed, a familiar smirk slipping back into place, but you could feel her still threading through your hair, ever so softly.

"It's late, pet." she said, turning to you. Then she laughed at your obvious pout.

"None of that now, don't give me that look.

"But the purple—"

"There's plenty of time for that tomorrow."

"But I'm not tired--"

"You're almost asleep, darling, don't think I don't know you that well."

"Will you at least talk to me a little more if I go to bed?"

It was your turn to laugh at her expression. "I don't do bedtime stories, kid. I'm a scary old witch, not a doting mother."

You gave her your best pleading look.

"Oh, fine-" she huffed, already standing up and pulling you with her, "You get one more light show and that's it, off to bed. Come on."

You let her walk you back upstairs, leaning against her ever so slightly.

"Agatha?" you asked as you settled back into bed, and she sat on top of the covers, tucking you in despite her previous protests of not doting.

"Yes, hun?"

"Can you show me more stuff from the basement tomorrow? Like, tell me a bit what everything does?"

She paused, as if not expecting the question, but nodded faintly.

"Fine. I'll show you around a bit, give you a proper tour if you like."

You grinned, and listened to her when she told you to lay down and at least try to fall asleep.

"Agatha?"

She gave you a look. "Yes?"

"Do I still get that light show, or—"

"Oh, for hell's sake kid, yes, now shut up and watch." she waved a hand to dim the lights.

You smiled, settled back against your pillow, feeling warm and sleepy, and watched her conjure more pretty shapes in mid-air, letting the purple, somehow softer this time, soothe your tired eyes and pull you over into sleep. The protection runes were useful, you thought as you felt yourself vaguely drift off, the purple glow still flickering in and our of your vision, but having her by your side was the best protection you ever could have. With that, you fell into an easy sleep. 

A/n: title is from Forwards Beckon Rebound by Adrianne Lenker (yes, again, i love that song and i think it fits so well for Agatha 💜) anyways hope you liked this and love y'all so much!! <3

[ceoofglytchell]

Fear not

Summary: Aegon walks in on his new wife having an anxiety attack.

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1301 words

Warnings: TW: anxiety attacks! , heavy angst, hurt/comfort, talks of dying, fear of death, probably ooc aegon, good husband aegon <3, no description for the reader, no mention of Y/N

Notes: This is short and self indulgent, but I needed to get this out of my drafts. The next fic is gonna be the winner of the poll! Enjoy 💛

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Nothing feels real. Your mouth and lips are numb, your ears are ringing and you feel like you cannot breathe.

You gasp desperately for air, trying to force some oxygen into your lungs, while you press your hand against your chest, which feels tight and strange. The stinging pain between or under your ribs does not make things any better.

You hold on to your armchair with your other hand, which is in front of the lit fireplace in your and Aegon's marital chambers.

Aegon... Two weeks ago you were married in the Great Sept and became husband and wife.

At first you had your doubts, but so far he has done nothing to make you regret this union. Yes, he is a drunkard and yes he takes his nightly duties as a husband very seriously, but you like that. You like him.

And in return you know that he values ​​you just as much.

But how would he react if he saw you now? Weak, frail, gasping for air, shaking all over and with tears running down your cheeks?

Weak.

That is what your father always called you when you had another of those attacks. The maesters assured you that it was from all the stress a young woman like you must be feeling - or just the general fact that you are a woman - but nothing helps you fight it.

It feels like you are dying.

And all the questions that are going through your head are only making it worse. The voices in your head are screaming at you that there must be something wrong with your heart and that you will collapse at any moment and no longer be there, or that it must be something with your head.

It frightens you terribly and you cannot escape this vicious circle of bad thoughts.

Not far from the fireplace and the armchair you are leaning against, the door opens and Aegon comes running in, a grin on his face, as he is happy to finally be alone with his beautiful new wife.

But then suddenly his eyes fall on you and he immediately realizes that something is very wrong.

"Wife?" he asks you carefully, whereupon you sob even louder. It breaks his heart.

He approaches you with quick steps and gently puts a hand on your shoulder. "My beloved... what is wrong?"

For the first time in what feels like hours, you look up and almost feel relieved, were it not for the shortness of breath and the feeling of pulling in your chest, as well as the fear of losing your life.

It is your greatest fear. You do not want the Stranger to come and get you. You still want to experience so much. You still have your whole life ahead of you and you want to spend it with your husband and give him heirs and raise them. You want to be a mother, a grandmother. You cannot die yet.

"Darling, talk to me," Aegon begs, taking your face in his hands so that you have to look into his beautiful amethyst colored eyes.

The sight of him and his obvious concern for you touched you to the core and you can't do anything but cry even harder, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks.

"I-I can't breathe," you finally answer him, whereupon his eyes widen and he strokes his thumbs soothingly over the soft flesh of your cheeks.

"Then we breathe together, do you hear me?" he assures you and takes a deep breath.

You try to imitate him, but you can't. The panic grew. What if there really was something wrong with you? What if you were to die in his arms right now?

"Listen to me, darling. Look at me and breathe with me.”

The prince takes a long breath, holding the air for four seconds before slowly letting it out again. Criston taught him this one evening when he was suffering from something similar. He had been so afraid back then, which his grandsire kept shouting at him for, but since then he has learned that fear is not a weakness. On the contrary. It makes you strong.

You can feel how slowly but surely your lungs are filling up with air again and the dizziness is also subsiding. The feeling in your right side, it is strange and inexplicable, remains, however. As always.

Sometimes it seems as if you are dazed or not the same person.

“I don’t want to die, Aegon. Aegon, please, I can’t, I-“ you beg in sheer panic.

Your lord husband mmediately shakes his head and gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. He can’t bear to see you like this. And your words? What has gotten into you? What is going on?

"You will not die, my love. I am here. I am with you and nothing can happen to you. I promise you that I will fight the Stranger with my bare hands if he comes to take you away from me," he promises you and nods his head gently to show you that he means it.

"As long as I am here, nothing can happen to you."

Slowly you feel yourself being able to breathe again, the pain in your chest subsiding and the dizziness slowly fading, although you can still feel it lurking in the background.

The feelings are always there. They lurk in the depths of your mind and suddenly burst out of you.

During the last few days they have not been so strong and you almost had the feeling that the gods finally had compassion on you and took them away from you. Apparently that is not the case.

And now your beloved knows about it. About your shame.

"Better?" Aegon asks you gently, whereupon you nod hesitantly, but you can immediately feel new tears forming in your eyes. Tears of exhaustion and relief.

"Yes," you sob quietly and Aegon cannot help but hold you close and stroke your back with his hands.

"Oh, my poor darling. I did not know you were suffering so much. You should have told me," he whispers, pressing a few gentle kisses to your hair.

You buried your head in the fabric of his tunic, which was soaked with the salty water of your tears. Neither you nor he was interested in that right now.

All he wanted was for you to get better. He can't bear to see you like this.

"I did not want to look weak in your eyes."

Aegon immediately shakes his head and presses a few more kisses to your pretty head.

"You are not weak, wife. You are anything but that. You are so strong," he murmurs, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Your body is still shaking and you can feel the tiredness overcoming you. Your anxiety attack has completely overwhelmed you and left you even weaker.

"I love you. With all my heart. And I will always be here for you, do you hear me?"

His words melt your heart and a new wave of sadness overwhelms you and tears fall down your face again.

"Shhh, my girl, I'm here," he whispers before gently lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the bed.

He lovingly lays you down on the soft sheets and lies down next to you and immediately takes you in his arms. Your head rests on his chest and you listen to his calming heartbeat and enjoy the warmth of his body.

"Sleep, my love. I'll be here when you wake up."

The uncomfortable feeling is still there, but your eyes are heavy and you have slowly closed them and are falling into a dreamless sleep with your beloved husband by your side.

And you know you are safe with him.

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Aegon x Twin Sister!Reader comes next week (since that looks like it’s gonna win the poll so far)

[cosmosluckycharms]

Bug Like Angel

Valentine

You had spent the last few hours making your special Valentine's Day cookies.

After years of attempts at them, you had finally perfected the recipe.

You were so excited to finally give them out to your friends!

Each cookie was decorated as a heart in their favorite color.

Red for Miles, purple for Gwen, pink for Peni, etc.

You were practically jumping for joy as soon as they were done.

You started to pack each one in their respective packaging, along with a little sticker of their name on the plastic.

As soon as you started putting them into your container to give them out, you felt your phone buzzing and ringing.

You put the cookies down and checked the contact.

It was Pavitr!

You picked up the call

"Hey Pavi! What up?" You asked while finishing up putting the cookies into the container

"Y/N! WE HAVE TO GO HELP MILES AND GWENS DATE GO WELL!"

Oh yeah. You forgot you and Pav accidentally both got Miles and Gwen to ask each other out for Valentine's.

Miles had called Pavitr for advice on how to ask "a girl out".

He was trying to hide how it was Gwen, despite everyone and their moms knowing how bad of a crush he had on her.

Pavitr ended up telling him to draw Gwen a portrait of a picture of the two sitting next to each other you had taken secretly and get her some flowers.

☆You were helping Gwen, who was also trying to ask Miles out.

She called you, very jittery, and told you she wanted to "get it over with" and just ask him out.

You helped her make a poem for him and compose him a song. You also helped her make a bouquet of paper flowers made from little pictures of them together.

You and Pavitr bonded over how you both were practically playing Cupid for Gwen and Miles.

"Alright, gimmie a sec though, where are we going to meet?" You asked, putting the container down and rushing to your room

"Meet me at Miles' universe, we have to watch over them and make sure nothing ruins today! I've been waiting for this for so long!"

You could hear his excitement over the phone, it was clear he was practically jumping up and down.

"Okay, I'll be there, bye Pavii!!" you hung up the phone and started getting ready.

You didn't know your family was home.

You didn't know how they'd been eying them all day assuming they were being made by Alfred.

You didn't know they couldn't wait to eat them.

All your brothers (?) decided to eat your cookies without bothering to ask anyone if it was theirs.

Sure, they forgot about you, but if you saw individually wrapped cookies tied up with a bow wouldn't you ask about it?

After they ate it, they even left the wrappers! They didn't even clean up their mess!

And sure, you didn't have to clean it up, alfred noticed the names on the wrappers and recognized one of them as one of your friends that you would talk about.

He called down the boys and asked why they ate the cookies. They didn't even deny eating them.

Their stomachs sank when they found out you had made those cookies for your friends.

They spent hours trying to remake the cookies from scratch. They didn't know when you'd be home.

They ended up finishing with them being messy and kind of gross tasting, nothing like how you made them!

Maybe you wouldn't notice?

The date was going well! You and Pavitr ended up fighting Green Goblin while trying to keep Miles and Gwen's date safe, clearing the streets of people trying to mug them, and setting everything up perfectly, but by the end of it, everything was perfect!

You managed to take a cute photo of Gwen and Miles kissing in the sunset, too!

You were sure nothing could ruin today!

You just had to run home and get the cookies so you could give them out, and then you could go to bed! You were exhausted!

You told Pavitr to walk into the kitchen with you so he could see how cute they were!

Your brothers saw through the camera as you and your friend walked into the kitchen and you handed him a cookie.

You saw as pavitrs face shift as he took a bite of it. Like he was trying to figure something out.

"What's wrong, Pavi?" You asked while taking the rest of the cookie and holding it in your hand.

"It tastes...Off. Like usually your cookies taste.... differently? I can't put my finger on it, though." You listened to him and then took a bite of the cookie as well.

You immediately spit it out.

It was so gross, nothing like how you made them!

"What the hell? I could've sworn these tasted better when I left them!" You started going through your mental checklist on how you could've messed it up.

It wasn't until you looked at the cameras around the kitchen on your phone that you found out your brothers ate them, rebaked them horribly, and tried to play it off.

You profusely apologized to Pavitr, he didn't deserve to eat that hot mess!

"It's okay!" he rubbed your back as you had your hands in your hair.

"it's not okay it's not, you know on Roblox-!" he hit you playfully on the back of the head for making a dumb reference.

It took him promising no one would be mad at you for something that wasn't your fault. He also told you he would bake them again with you.

You believed him.

You always did.

THIS WAS SO BAD AND SHORT IM SORRY

i needed to get this out

pavitr and reader bonding time woo

sorry this was so bad oml

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[amaranth-moths]

Can I be honest with you for a second and remind you that splatoon devs aren't one singular big blob. Several people have had different reasons for accepting the designs they decided to go with, and while I'm sure some of them had bad intentions I can promise you most of them did not go "oh the black coded characters should wear crop tops because that's what black people wear". I'm sure some of the devs had racist intents behind the design, but from a character design standpoint it can help color schemes and personality.

Also hot take showing skin isn't inherent sexualization? When I walk outside and I see women in crop tops I don't think about how sexual it looks. I know we might disagree but I think it's good to remember that every single one of the people in the dev team had a different part in the design and I doubt it as a whole was done as a caricature or anything of the similar

I don't wanna be rude!!! I just have thoughts sometimes. Sorry

"why does marina wear crop top" LITERALLY EVERY OCTARIAN WEARS CROP TOPS. THE SOLDIERS IN ALL THREE GAMES. AGENT 8. EVEN CALLIE WEARS A CROP TOP WHEN SHE'S DRESSED LIKE AN OCTARIAN IT IS A *CULTURAL THING* FOR OCTARIANS PLEASE HAVE SOME MEDIA LITERACY SKILLS I BEG YOU

[papabirdurskeks]

Precursor Fashion Pt. 4 is finally done!

(Parts 1 , 2, and 3 can be found here, here and here)

This time I focused more on the adults rather than the children as they will have their own post for later! But here we are, mostly focusing on the Golden Age and Post Traveler Era as these two tend to have the more subtle differences and such! Each pictures have a bit of info in regard to these styles and color choices as well but there is more under the read more!

Starting with the highest of Ranks, The Bajari and Nitanyo: -The Bajari's colors are of a deep green blue, in resemblance of the First Mother and Bajari as it was his favorite color. This is usually the color of all royals within the family, especially direct relatives of the Bajari. Their clothing is almost always the same with each successor that takes on the roll, mirroring the very first Bajari with a few minor changes to personal preferences. Heavy use of precious stones and silvers indicate the importance of rank as well as indicating the wealth they have.

-The Nitanyo (Co-Ruler) is given the colors of deep purple. These are the only individuals who wear this color within Precursor society and rank. This color signifies the status of co-rulership as well as devotion and loyalty to the Bajari (their spouse). Their clothing isn't nearly as elaborate as the Bajari's but signifies the same form of status of royalty given when the bond was formed in marriage. Their clothing also stays the same with each successor that takes on the role with minor changes in details. They bear the same heavy use of silvers and precious stones, but not quite as much as their spouse.

Nitayno's aid the Bajari in leading the people while also giving the most advice and counsel in terms of decisions. Should the Bajari be unable to rule and take a leave of absence, the Nitanyo takes over until they are able to do so.

Next is the remainder of the Royal family (direct family of the Bajari):

-Much like the Bajari they too wear the same deep green blue colors as their ruler to show they are both of the royal bloodline but also direct family members of said individual. Their clothing is just as elaborate as it is intricate and put together, resembling their status among the people while also distinguishing their ranks from the Bajari themselves. They were the same precious stones and silvers and are almost covered entirely from head to toe with barely much of their faces showing.

Members of this part of the family are often involved in political ties through marriages and other important sects delving into the Military, Religion, Economy, and Medicine.

Next rank is the direct family of the Nitanyo:

-These members of the family are easily distinguished by the red coloring assigned to them. These are individuals who are of direct family ties with the Nitanyo and are often involved as politicians and ambassadors when it comes to political work.

Though not considered as true royals, they do gain some of the benefits the status by being able to wear high amounts of silvers and a few of the precious stones reserved mostly for the royal family. However, the use of these precious stones is very minor during the Post-Traveler Era. Headcovers usually seen in the latter as well as in the Golden Age there wasn't much of a use for them in terms of protection. But with times changing and dangers becoming more present, the use of headcovers have come back into style to avoid any sorts of damage to their tendrils. However, some of them do style a portion of their tendrils to leave out as a stylistic choice.

Next rank comes the Nobility class:

-These individuals are marked by their blue colors in their clothing and fancy clothing. While elaborate and heavy robes are worn, how they are styled is entirely dependent on the individual. They utilize a lot of silver for jewelry to further distinguish their ranks from the common folks. Precious stones were once a standard sign of their wealth back in the Golden Age Era but now it has defaulted to silvers as such stones are no longer in use for this rank due to their rarity. However, even some do not use them as it is entirely on personal preference. Headcovers were also optional during the Golden Age but soon fell into favor into the Post-Traveler Era for both decorative means and protection.

These individuals are often found working in smaller roles of politics as aids and archivists while others busy themselves with architect roles, business ownership, manufacturing, maintaining shipping and trade routes, navigation, teaching, medicine, and military.

And lastly the rank of the common folk:

-Here, these individuals do not have a specific color assigned to them. Instead, they wear the uniform colors of blacks and grays with a variety of decorative robes that are simple but beautifully crafted from person to person. While they do wear jewelry, it is not as heavily used or bothered with. Instead, most of them tend to use it only for a decorative means if they so wish to. Headcovers tend to be optional between the Eras but are more favored in the Post Traveler Era for protection purposes. Their clothing is often used to accommodate their work to make it less of a hassle to move around.

These individuals are often those who work within hard labor jobs such as construction, maintenance of heavy machinery and construction, sanitation, farming and gathering, travel maintenance, some teaching and medicine, and care taking.

Another few parts will come for some other roles and such, but much later! Hope you all like these silly headcanons ^^

[gloomwitchwrites]

Not a request I just would really love to know how you come up with your ideas? You put out a lot of content and it always unique! How do you do it??

Oh my gosh! Hi! Yes! Of course! I'd love to answer this question.

Ha. Okay. This is going to take some explaining, so hang in there as I ramble (because I will ramble.)

If you were to crack open my skull and peer inside, you'd find a nest of noise. It's loud in my head (it's anxiety and likely something undiagnosed) and I am thinking about anything and everything all at once. Really, I should be medicated, but since I'm not, I channel all that energy into being productive because I literally cannot be alone with my thoughts. I require constant distraction.

Writing is that distraction for me. It's very soothing for my brain when I take all that noise and focus it on something I really love, and it always produces productivity and creativity as a result.

My best friend is always like "how the fuck do you write so much??" and it's because it's a coping mechanism. It's a bit like therapy in a way.

When it comes to the What If & Imagines series, I cannot take all the credit. All except a handful of prompts have come directly from reader requests. While those specifically don't come from my head, they do act as a great starting point. I think about possible angles by considering how I believe the characters would act in those scenarios. I start small, and then expand if I think I need to. I also go into them knowing that I do not want to rehash the same thing four times, and I go out of my way to make sure each is different.

But beyond that, I'm always thinking and questioning and considering how I can turn something on its head. And I don't mean that just for my CoD work. I take that mentality with all the fandoms I write for. I carry a little notebook with me, my iphone's notes app is a literal jungle, the Google Docs app on my phone is also abused, and I write down anything that I'm like "I need to keep that." Sometimes if all I can grab is a sticky note, I'll use that and then shove it in my purse. And if I'm in the car, I'll dictate my thoughts through Siri to add them into my notes app or send an email to myself (through Bluetooth y'all; don't text and drive.)

I also schedule time to write, and I make a to-do list of what I want to accomplish during that writing session. It helps focus my brain.

I also stay heavily organized. Like heavily organized. I have lots of spreadsheets that are color-coded, and I purposefully assign "due dates" because it tricks my brain into thinking "you must get this done because it is assigned" and WHAM, I'm plugging away at the keyboard.

When I get stuck, I only ever reach out to my bestie. Sometimes I just need a fresh pair of eyes when I'm rolling ideas around in my head but something is missing and I have no idea what it might be. She's great about throwing a few suggestions my way that has me looking at the story differently, or considering a prompt from another angle.

But it's important to note that what works for me isn't going to work for everyone. I'm sure one of you reading this right now is thinking "Poppy, you need to fucking chill." And friend, I wholeheartedly agree. But if I'm not being productive through managing my anxiety-induced head noise, then I'm running on pure rage and spite.

Anyway! I hope that answered your question! Thank you so much for sending it in, and also kudos to y'all who read through all that. <3

~ Poppy

[tipsynight0]

Thorns and roses

Parings - Jeff the killer pov x female reader

Word count - 830

TRIGGER WARNINGS - violence, blood and injury, self harm (implied) strong language.

Summary - early valentines with Jeff.

Authors note - Wow, it’s been a whole month since my last post! Life’s been pretty hectic, especially with my job at a ski resort. But I’m back, and I’ll be working on Jack’s Family part 3 next! My requests are always open, so don’t hesitate to reach out if you’ve got something on your mind! Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies 💕

The forest stretched endlessly in the dead of night, thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. The sludge seeped through Jeff’s worn-out Converses, but he barely noticed. His grip tightened around the bouquet in his hand, thorns digging into his palm, but the sting was nothing. Just another irritation, like the fucking holiday itself.

Valentine’s Day.

The one time of year where every goddamn idiot in town was out celebrating their fragile little love stories—whispering sweet nothings, fucking in the back of their cars, exchanging overpriced chocolates like any of it meant something. Pathetic. He’d made it his own personal tradition to ruin at least one couple’s perfect night, carving up one lovebird while the other got to go home alone, blood-soaked and broken. Almost made the holiday bearable.

Almost.

Jeff had never given a shit about Valentine’s when he was still some half-functional member of society. But now? Now, he couldn’t fucking ignore it. Not with (Y/N) around.

The little shit had made some offhand comment about never receiving flowers before—except for that one time her childhood crush had picked some shitty weeds from a bush and handed them to her like it was something special. Jeff had clicked his tongue in irritation at the memory, jaw tightening as the mansion came into view.

Was that why he was doing this? Just to shut her up? Maybe. But also to rub it in that dumbass kid’s face. Because Jeff didn’t bring her weeds. He brought her real fucking roses.

Okay, maybe they weren’t that fresh.

And maybe he’d ripped them from some poor bastard’s grave while passing through the cemetery earlier that night. But they weren’t completely wilted. The petals still held some color, even if a few were tinged with dirt. It was the thought that counted, right?

Hauling his ass up the steps, he shoved the mansion door open and stalked inside, his eyes immediately landing on (Y/N)’s sleeping form.

Tch.

Typical.

He rolled his shoulders, stepping closer. The soft rise and fall of her breath, the way the moonlight traced over her skin—he could stand here and watch for a while, but patience had never been his thing.

“Wake up,” he grunted, yanking the blanket off her without warning.

(Y/N) groaned in protest, curling away from him, but Jeff wasn’t fucking having it.

He shoved the bouquet into her face. “Picked these for you.”

The scent of earth and something vaguely metallic filled the air as a few petals fluttered onto the bed. Jeff watched, unblinking, as (Y/N) slowly blinked awake, her face scrunching in sleepy confusion.

She hesitated before reaching for the bouquet, fingers ghosting over the delicate petals. Jeff’s eyes narrowed, watching her closely.

“You’re lucky I even got you anything,” he muttered, his tone low, almost irritated. “I’ve never picked flowers for a girl before, so be fucking grateful.”

(Y/N) turned the bouquet in her hands, examining it as if she wasn’t entirely sure whether to be touched or disturbed. Jeff could already hear whatever smart-ass comment she was about to make, so he cut her off.

“I found you chocolate too,” he grumbled, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket. “But I got hungry on the way home.”

(Y/N) huffed a small laugh, shaking her head.

Jeff’s lips twitched, but he wasn’t done.

“I was gonna do something extra romantic,” he mused, his voice taking on that familiar, low purr. “Like carve our initials into some asshole’s chest, you know… real classic shit.”

(Y/N) flinched slightly as a thorn pricked her skin, a sharp bead of crimson welling up along her fingertip.

Jeff stilled.

His smile stretched, painfully wide, his breath hitching as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand, his rough fingers tracing over the fresh wound.

"Now that’s worth it," he murmured, tilting her palm toward the light to examine the way her blood shimmered against her skin.

Then, before she could react, he leaned down, dragging his tongue over the wound in a slow, deliberate motion.

(Y/N)’s breath hitched.

Jeff hummed, barely above a whisper. “Shit… you look so fucking pretty when you bleed.”

(Y/N) swallowed hard, her eyes meeting his. “This is your idea of romance?” she murmured, her voice unsteady but not entirely disapproving.

Jeff chuckled, breath warm against her fingers. “Fuck, you want me to say it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pressed a lingering kiss against her skin, lips brushing over the cut as he mumbled between kisses, “Be my Valentine…”

His grip on her wrist tightened ever so slightly, possessive, unyielding. He lifted his gaze, dark and hungry.

“…Or I’ll just have to carve my name into this beautiful skin of yours so nobody gets any ideas while you’re deciding.”

[featherwingfox]

One of my top favorite characters of the entire series, the Spirit Guardian! AKA Guardian of the Spirit World and Guardian of the World Beyond. You get the idea! He's an ANGEL!!!

I kept his design using the original Minecraft skin as a reference, but I just let his hair stick out of the hood a little. I figured he would have white hair to match his big BEAUTIFUL FEATHERY WINGS!!!!! 😍😍😍 I absolutely love big feather wings! Okay, okay, moving on, the colors were easy since he's mostly black and white, I tend to mess up lighter skin tones in traditional art but I managed not to this time! As for making the black stand out so you can see his pants I had to make it slightly lighter than his robe. I'm happy with how all this turned out! I unfortunately couldn't quite get the hands to look right, so I once again saved myself from the trouble of drawing them by covering them up! You can see some of his left hand so you know he has them, but I posed him in a way that would look natural, including his wings flapping in front of his hands, and it feels like he's descending to meet us! Most likely Sabre to say hello or tell him he's caused some more problems and needs to be responsible and take care of it!

I have been drawing wings, mostly feathery ones, for about as long as I have been drawing. Those are probably the most developed parts of my artistic skills since I can't tell you enough times, I love feathered wings! And as proud of them as I am...... I have noticed mistakes over time that really gets under my skin. I can't fathom how this happened, but some how, I MESSED UP THE WINGS!!! 😭☹️ And now I shall point them out as I need to burn this in my memory so I don't let it happen again, and hopefully helps someone else remember to double check your sketch before starting the line art! There's no fixing mistakes if you notice them after that. It's the point of no return.

There is a second layer of feather on the outside of his left wing, I forgot add a second layer on the inside of his right wing, and it really gets me because I haven't made this mistake in so many years! It came back somehow! Now I'll explain what wings are supposed to look like! Or at least these ones since there are many different shapes and lengths wings have.

These wings are supposed to have the longest feathers on the outside, so that second outer layer is not supposed to be there. On his other wing I forgot the second inner layer. The feathers on the outside are like the backbone of the wings, so there shouldn't be layers outside, only inside. There are two inner layers, the second longest being the support and the smallest ones are the softest. They get smaller and softer the closer they are to the flyer. I hope I explained this well as I have done my best to be clear and understandable. It feels good to talk about these mistakes! As much as they bother ,e it is okay, I can redraw him in the digital art someday.

Now I can say my last words about the posing. The wings specifically. When they are curved you can not forget the feathers behind the curve. I'm not good with examples, but the best I can explain this, incase your are still confused, is imagine putting on a jacket or a coat without zipping it closed. The opening in the front allows you to see the back of the inside of the jacket. But some of the jacket is curved as it wraps around you while putting it on. Pretend you're invisible or something, you can see the back on the inside of the jacket while the sides are blocked by the front of the jacket. You can even just grap an object like a cup or ball with a piece of paper and wrap the paper around the object. I feel like I'm over explaining now so I shall stop. Thank you for reading if you got confused, I'm told I can be a bit confusing in my writing so I'm trying to fix that.

Some additional details you can't see in the drawing that I'd like to share with y'all is his eyes. You won't see them often, but when you do just know I'm not holding back with how beautiful they'll be. I initially thought they'd be golden but I've seen many fan animations and drawings of him having blue eyes, which I like a lot too, so I'm asking, and you please someone answer😭🙏, should I make them blue or gold? Maybe mix them? I'll mix them if nobody answers again, I'll probably choose this one now! But one thing is for certain, when he's angry they'll turn red! Luckily it is difficult to incur his wrath.

The Spirit Guardian is a great character that I enjoyed and I loved the interactions the others had with him, he's especially fun to mess with. Out of the arcs I have planned, his will probably be my favorite to write and draw. I'm not spoiling anything buuuut let's just say some Demons were not happy with their punishments. 😈

I will see you tomorrow with another design, there is a shady character waiting for you! 👥

Story: Steve Saga (Fan Rewrite)

Character: Spirit Guardian/Guardian of the Spirit World/Guardian of the World Beyond.

Abilities: can fly with BEAUTIFUL FEATHERY WINGS, travel between dimensions and realms, find lost souls, send souls to be judged, lightning, and powers I added, a HOLY-BLAST-BEAM-WHATEVER-IT-IS, give blessings, make a contract, and can either add or subtract to a judged soul's punishment.

Personality: serious, a stickler for rules, calm, level headed, polite, friendly, gentle, soothing, and of course he's ✨🪽M A J E S T I C🪽✨

[everwhovian]

I already wrote a little thing about In-ho meeting his wife (I called her Yuna), and now I just had to write something about Jun-ho being very, very excited that she's coming over for dinner!!

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what remains. | Hwang brothers

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Part 5.1: Jun-ho, Yuna, and the vegetables

The moment Jun-ho spotted Yuna through the window, he was gone.

One second, he was sitting on the floor, coloring, completely focused on his drawing... and the next, he was sprinting for the door with the force of a child on a mission.

“Hyung! Yuna’s here!” he shouted, as if In-ho didn’t already know.

Jun-ho yanked the door open before she could even knock.

“YUNA!” He launched himself at her, latching onto her waist like an overexcited koala.

Yuna let out a surprised huff, barely managing to stay upright, but she caught him easily, wrapping her arms around the seven-year-old with a soft chuckle. “Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting a full tackle today.”

Jun-ho beamed at her. “You’re here!” he exclaimed as if that wasn’t obvious.

Yuna laughed, gently prying him off just enough to ruffle his hair. “I take it you missed me?”

Jun-ho nodded furiously, then immediately wrapped his arms around her again.

This time, at least, his feet stayed on the ground.

Behind them, In-ho finally appeared in the hallway, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with mild amusement.

“Seriously?” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at his little brother. “You’re gonna steal my girlfriend before she even walks inside?”

Jun-ho barely glanced at him.

“She’s not your girlfriend,” he declared with absolute confidence.

In-ho tilted his head. “Uh. Yes, she is?”

“No,” Jun-ho insisted, gripping Yuna’s hand like she might disappear. “She’s my friend.”

Yuna smirked, clearly enjoying this.

In-ho let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?”

Jun-ho nodded, fully committed.

Yuna, biting back a smile, patted Jun-ho’s head. “Well, I guess I belong to Jun-ho now.”

“See?” Jun-ho said, grinning up at In-ho like he had won something.

In-ho huffed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. I invite you over, and this is how you repay me?”

Yuna giggled. “I’ll make sure to say hi to you at least once while I’m here.”

“Oh wow,” In-ho deadpanned. “I feel so special.”

Jun-ho laughed, holding onto Yuna’s hand as he tugged her inside. “Come on, I have to show you something!”

Yuna glanced back at In-ho with a small smile as if to say, I’ll be back. And just like that, she was gone. In-ho shook his head, chuckling to himself. He’d get his girlfriend back eventually. Probably.

For the rest of the evening, Jun-ho was glued to Yuna’s side. He even abandoned his usual seat at dinner, squeezing in beside her without hesitation. He talked non-stop, eagerly recounting everything he had done since her last visit, barely pausing to breathe.

And, most importantly, he kept a close watch on In-ho, ensuring his brother didn’t try to ‘steal her back.’

Until, of course, the vegetables hit his plate.

That was where Jun-ho drew the line. He eyed them with thinly veiled disdain, like they had personally offended him.

Jun-ho was already a master at avoiding vegetables. It was an art form, really: a carefully perfected skill. Pushing spinach around his plate until it looked like he had eaten some. Taking tiny, calculated bites when his mother was watching.

And – his personal favorite – slipping them onto In-ho’s plate when no one was paying attention.

Unfortunately for him, In-ho was always paying attention and caught on immediately.

“Jun-ho,” In-ho said, unimpressed, pointing at the untouched spinach.

Jun-ho didn’t look up. “I’m eating.”

“You’re eating rice.”

“I like rice.”

“You also need vegetables.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

His mother sighed, watching the exchange unfold as if it were a scene she had witnessed a hundred times before.

Yuna, however, simply hummed, reaching for the serving plate of vegetables.

“You know,” she said casually, “I heard that detectives eat a lot of spinach.”

Jun-ho paused mid-bite. His eyes flickered toward her. “What?”

“Mhm.” Yuna nodded seriously, placing a perfectly folded leaf onto his plate. “It’s like… their secret weapon. Makes them sharper. Faster. It’s practically part of the academy training.”

Jun-ho squinted at her suspiciously. “That doesn’t sound real.”

“You think I’d lie to you?” she asked, feigning offense.

Jun-ho glanced at In-ho, narrowing his eyes. “Hyung, is that true?”

In-ho, who had been about to take a sip of water, nearly choked. He set his glass down slowly, watching as Yuna lifted an eyebrow at him, all but daring him to contradict her.

Jun-ho turned his stare on him, waiting.

And, well… In-ho had lied about worse things to get Jun-ho to behave. He sighed. “Yeah, kid. It’s true.”

Jun-ho frowned, clearly weighing his options. Then, with great reluctance, he picked up a piece of spinach, shoved it into his mouth, and chewed aggressively.

His mother covered her mouth to hide her smile.

Yuna, meanwhile, looked completely pleased with herself. “See? You’re already looking smarter,” she teased.

Jun-ho swallowed, wiping his mouth dramatically. “I don’t feel smarter.”

“Well,” Yuna said, shrugging, “maybe you need another bite.”

Jun-ho glared at her, then at the vegetables. And then, to everyone’s surprise, he shrugged and picked up another piece.

In-ho blinked.

Jun-ho’s mother stifled a laugh.

Yuna hid her smirk behind her chopsticks.

Then, In-ho leaned back, watching as Jun-ho ate his vegetables like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Unbelievable.

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So In-ho was 40 when his wife died and Jun-ho was 24. How long do you think In-ho and his wife were married before that? How long do you think they were together? Do you think maybe they met when Jun-ho was still a teen, do you think they maybe even met when Jun-ho was still a child? Do you think Jun-ho slept over at their place a lot? Do you think maybe he was a little bit like a child to them? Do you think young Jun-ho was really excited whenever his big brother's girlfriend came over for dinner because "she's always so nice to me"? How close do you think Jun-ho and In-ho's wife were?

[neptune-the-elf-demon]

New oc moment rahhhhh

It's gonna take me a while to color her because I'm busy with school and also their kandi bracelets are going to have so many colors (it's silly but it's gonna be a pain to draw)

(also she's an oc inspired by @paranormal-peri like Valentine is. tho I mostly made her to give Valentine a friend at work, the two of them are besties :3)

Anyways here she is! Some background for her under cut!

(EDIT: I added her to my artfight profile as a WIP so like, go there to check out some more information on her link to it is in my intro post :3)

A scientist at a paranormal institute, she's passionate about her work and treating her test subjects with decency. Energetic, loud, and creative, June tends to scary off or piss off her fellow scientists and works alone because of that. Well, except for Valentine. He doesn't mind their antics. She pursues the paranormal after their twin sister's death, as her sister was pursuing it before she died. June also studies it to try and find out why she feels like there's gaps in their memory, why looking at clown dolls and confetti poppers makes them want to sob for an unknown reason. And so they investigate the paranormal, hoping it provides answers to her endless questions.

(she had a fairy godmother that was shared with her sister but I haven't gotten that far into their lore. all I have is the fairy is themed around a confetti popper and liked clowns a lot.)

[galactaknightyaoi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GALACTA KNIGHT!!!! And congratulations to Meta Knight for experiencing the Cain Instinct for the first time.

Galacta Knight, as you might've been able to tell already, is one of my favorite characters, and KSSU is one of my favorite games (the original SS was my introduction to Kirby!) so I wanted to go all out. Happy day, old man. I pray for at least 20 more years.

Oh, and don't worry! He's not upset about the cake smash, he thinks it's funny. And he got back at him.

As for the in-universe explanation for there being 16 candles in his cake?

... 500+ didn't fit in safely.

The birthday boy and his family were just a bit too flammable.

[can-of-slorgs]

I'm personally blaming @starbiology and everyone who has reblogged or commented the other piece for this.

Bonus comic featuring my grundo: