#except it'd be purple but still

[talkorsomething]

I have Got to get more transgender

[shinestarhwaa]

MINGIWONKA || SONG MINGI

You thirsty whores wanted Mingi to fuck you with his cane so here we are: getting freaky with MingiWonka

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.4K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship AU, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, blowjob, dirty language, praise kink, sir kink, paraphilia (use of weird objects during sex: his cane), kinda funny imo

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

''Mingi, I can't believe you actually dressed up as Willy fucking Wonka for this comeback. That's insane,'' you laughed when Mingi entered your LA hotel room, still wearing his outfit from the MV filming set. He had begged his stylists to let him wear it for the rest of the day, thinking it'd be hilarious to surprise you in it. After a lot of begging, they let him and here he was; Wonka'ing into your bedroom while you laughed at him.

''Oh come on, isn't it sexy? Mingi Wonka is a vibe right? Don't you like it just a little bit?'' he said with a smirk as he leaned against the doorframe. ''Well,'' you started as you eyed him up and down. He grinned and took off his hat and put it on yours instead. ''Is this some weird scenario like... you get the hat, you ride the chocolatier?'' ''Only if you want to,'' he said, as he subtly kicked the wooden cane with his foot.

You stared him up and down once again, your eyes gliding over the shiny purple jacket, grey slacks that barely hid the fat dick it was holding back. You watched how his fingers played with the cane, stroking it slowly. ''You're fixated on that? While you could look at me?'' ''Well I apologize, mister Wonka, I did not reali-'' ''No, no, no, you shush right now, I can give you just what you want, miss Wonka.''

He got on his knees in front of you and pulled down your silky pajama shorts down, as well as your cotton panties. You licked your lips and laid down against the soft pillows as you spread your legs for your boyfriend. This was the weirdest kind of role-play you've ever done, but to be fair he wanted to put on a Sailor Moon costume on himself once.

Mingi peppered kisses from your upper thighs to your knees and back to your inner thigh, pressing his lips everywhere except where you needed them. ''Mingi, please,'' you whined softly. ''Mhm, patience my love, I gotta prepare you don't I?''

Finally, you felt his lips brush over your wet pussy. You had been thinking of him all night anyway so you were quite aroused even before he came home. Now that he put the thought of fucking MingiWonka in your head you got even wetter. You threw the large hat on the ground and moaned when he started to lick and suck at your clit.

You ran your hand through his hair and moaned out, chest heaving as your breathing picked up. ''Oh God, baby that feels so good,'' you whined. Mingi's tongue worked inside your cunt and made you feel things you only felt when you're with him. Pure magic and pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slid two of his long, thick fingers into your pussy. He kept licking and sucking repeatedly on your sensitive clit, making you moan louder for him. You were a little embarrassed as half of the hotel could probably hear you unravel for him but what could you do when he handsome MingiWonka wanted to use his tongue on your pretty little pussy?

His velvety tongue flicked your bud a few times more before you felt yourself getting closer to climaxing. Mingi groped your thighs and ass with his free hand and made you see stars as the pleasure took over your mind, body and soul. His face was completely burried in your pussy as your orgasm washed over you. You moaned loudly and your body shivered as he rode out your high, flicking your clit with his tongue a few more times.

Mingi panted and got up from the bed, stripping himself bare while smirking at you, a disheveled mess in front of him. ''Look at that... Aren't you such a good little girl for me? I'm gonna give you what you want now, huh? Weren't you looking at this beauty for a while?'' Mingi smirked as he showed you his cane, tracing it lightly.

Your eyes went wide and your pussy clenched. ''A-Are you fucking me with that, Min?'' ''Turn around and ass up, babygirl,'' he ordered you. You couldn't believe him and his crazy mind sometimes but this was something you never could've thought of before. Nevertheless, you obeyed him, getting on your knees and resting on your elbows while pushing your ass up for him. ''That's a good girl,'' he praised you as he cleaned off the cane and lubed it up.

''Now give me a good view of that pretty little pussy, Y/N,'' Mingi said in a raspy voice, positioning himself behind you. You spread your legs a little more for him and waited in anticipation. You took a deep breath when you felt the cold material prod against your hole. ''Oh God, sir,'' you whispered.

Soon enough it pushed inside you with force and your elbows gave out. Your moans were muffled by the pillow underneath you, where your head was pressed in as Mingi rutted the cane into your cunt deeply. It pushed in and out and soon enough he picked up the pace, adjusting the angles to find the exact spot you loved it so much.

You whined loudly and started trembling, your previous orgasm still leaving you sensitive. ''That's a good girl, taking anything I give to you, hm?'' ''Y-Yes, Oh my God, for you sir, for you!'' ''That's right, sir Wonka is in charge here. So if I wanna fuck you with this cane and stuff it into your wet, needy pussy that's what we're gonna do, hm?''

After repeatedly hitting your g-spot and making you moan like a bitch in heat he started to push it deeper inside you, making you scream out loud. Your breathing was heavy and you felt how hot and red your face was, the entire situation nearly becoming too much. You started to grind back on the cane, fucking yourself on it as Mingi forced you to take more and more into your cunt.

''Such a talented little pussy, taking it like that. You're such a talented little girl aren't you? And so dirty, God, are you gonna cum on this angel? Is this beautiful cane that belongs to sir gonna make you cum, and scream and fucking come undone?''

''Yes! Yes it is, sir, oh my God it is!'' you screamed. It was only a matter of a few more thrusts before you felt yourself tremble and shudder as you came for him, cunt twitching and clenching on the cane. When you calmed down he pulled it out and smirked at your gaping hole and then on the slick covering the cane he used as an MV prop just hours ago.

Mingi tossed aside the cane and did not warn you as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning out and throwing his head back. He pounded his thick cock inside you and you had no choice but to take it and let him ruin you. ''Please, please, please,'' you whimpered.

''Please what, little one? What do you want? Is sir's cock not enough? Or is sir's cock so fucking good you're gonna cum again like a little-''

''Yes! Yes, it's too good!'' you interrupted him, clenching down on his cock and earning a low groan from him. He rocked into you and gripped your ass tight, kneading the flesh in his hands. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, combined with loud squeels muffled by the plush pillow.

''Are you gonna cum again baby? Aren't you a filthy little girl, jesus, you're gonna take my load baby, gonna take sir's load like a good girl while you cum, isn't that right?'' He thrusted harder into you when you didn't answer him. ''Isn't that right?'' he snapped.

You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as his cock pulsated inside you, spilling his cum into your clenching cunt. You whined and cried out his name as you came for a third time.

When he pulled his cock out of your cunt and watched it leak out you let your entire body fall back on the bed, absolutely spent. Mingi grinned and took you into his arms. He strokes your hair gently and kissed your head. ''You've done so well for me baby, you were insane.''

''I am insane? Didn't you just fuck me with a cane?'' ''Maybe a bit. I went bazonka like Willy Wonka.'' ''Don't ever say that again, Min.''

[man3at3r-mp4]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖗 𝕷𝖆𝖒𝖇 - 𝖍𝖍 𝖝 𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 Ⅰ : 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Lamb (noun) - a young sheep.

In biblical scriptures, the lamb is supposed to represent Christ as suffering and triumph. Lambs are also commonly referred to as sacrificial animals. But can also symbolize innocence, purity, and forgiveness.

The wind whirled gently, as the sun began to awaken. Signifying a new day, as all of the residents of heaven were already going on about their day. One without any hardships or disappointment, as bad days don't exist in heaven and there never will be. All the angels were up.

Except one.

Soft snores could be heard echoing throughout the luxurious bedroom, the white and light blue colored walls, with accented golden windows, you'd think it'd be a bit bright to sleep in this room. Well, not if you're as tired as Y/n.

Which you were, since you are him.

You nuzzled into the soft velvety pillow, as you continued to sleep. A small a bit of drool running down the corner of your mouth.

Ah, you lucky bitch, you know the sleep is good if you're drooling.

Skelly laid at the end of your bed, curled up against the head, as he also snored softly. A small snot bubble rising from his nose everytime he exhaled.

Sucks, you can't sleep forever.

"Y-.....w.....e....u.."

Your lamb ears flicked a bit, at the sound of your name being called but you simply shuffled your position on your bed, and resumed your sleep. 

"Y/n..."  you heard a familiar voice call.

"Nooo~ Alucard you can't put your hand there...hehehee." You chuckled almost drunkenly, in your sleep.

"Y/n, it's 8:30...we're already an hour behind schedule"

At this, you managed to crack one eye open. "Huh..?" You croaked out, tiredly. As you began to go over the information that had just been fed to you in your head.

'8:30....hour behind schedule'

Your eyes suddenly shot open, as you jolted up into a sitting position. Scaring the shit out of Skelly, as he fell to the ground at your fast movements.

  "8:30?!?!?" You screamed, leaping out of bed. "IMLATEIMLATEIMLATE-" you immediately, rushed to the bathroom to try and ready yourself.

"It's fucking 6:30...." you deadpanned, as you sat in front of your vanity, as multiple sets of hands began to do your make up and tame your wild hair.

"Blame it on yourself, for why we had to wake you up so early. Everytime we wake you up at 7 you somehow always manage to be late..also cursing? Prince Y/n, you know that's a sin right? Your sisters would go crazy" a feminine and graceful  voice said teasingly, it belong to your make up artist, named Miko. She was pastel purple and white Angel, she resembled a secretary bird. You remembered seeing one once, on your secret expeditions to earth. They were goregous, and so was Miko. Her attire was extravagant, it matched the heavenly color scheme of white, blue and gold, but added in some new colors. Which, you appreciated. Honestly you were getting sick, of all the white.

"Hmph, well so is lying.." you muttered, sarcastically.

"He got you there Miko.." a masculine voice chuckled. That voice belonged to your hair stylist, Elijah. He was an Angel that resembled his human self in his past life. Except his skin was now tinted a purple undertone, his pinkish hair was styled in twists, and his gold colored freckles littered his face. He still retained his New York styles street wear fashion, in heaven.  You would have thought he was human if he didn't have. heart shaped antennas sticking out of his head, as well as a halo and a pair of wings.

Miko rolled her eyes, "shut up, you wanna talk about sinning? How about your outfit? Girl, those colors are clashing with your eyes.." 

Elijah gasped dramatically, as he placed a hand on his chest. "Oh, you don't even wanna go there. Ms. Trashy blend" he snaps back.

"Excuse me? That blend was beautiful!"

"Girl please, all you ended up doing is making yourself look like a shitty Christmas tree"

" all because I used green and red?"

"You used the brightest red possible, I thought your ass was about to glow in the dark"

"Oh you-"

"Ladies, ladies" you finally butted in. "You're both ugly, let's quiet down"

They both went silent, glancing at each other before speaking up.

"Course you'd know about ugly y/n"

"Hey!" You huffed.

"Remember last year when he decided to get bangs?" Elijah snickered.

"Remember?! I cant forget it!" Miko replied, laughing. You crossed your arms, as you pouted.

"They weren't THAT bad"

"Honey, you looked like Will Byers from stranger things with that fuck ass little Bob of yours"

Miko bursted out laughing, holding her stomach as she stumbled back a bit. Elijah laughed along with her, as he leaned against her.  While you sat their, cheeks flushed in embarrassment with a pout on your face. Though you struggled to keep your pout, since that was pretty funny.

"Ugh whatever, whatever" you rolled your eyes playfully. "Just finish getting me ready, before I have you all sent into the firey pits of hell" you scoffed, pointing your nose up snobbishly. Exaggerating your voice in a British accent.

"Oh yes sir!"

"Of course, your majesty!"  They both played along, acting meek as they copied a British accent.

"Just don't hurt me your highness! I need my 15 shillings to feed my family!" Elijah cried, dramatically.

"Then work faster peasants, chop chop!" You huffed, clapping your hands to insinuate how 'serious' you were.

Soon enough, you were ready for the day, your hair styled, your makeup done, and Elijah was currently done firring your clothes.

"Does his majesty, find his wardrobe to his liking?" Miko asked, in her fake British accent.

"It is adequate ." You replied, before you dropped the act smiling sincerely. "I look great, thank you both." You reply.  "You both are like the greatest make up and hair stylist in heaven"

Miko rolls her eyes playfully, " We know, babe" she teased.

You sighed as you stood up, "Y'know you two don't have to go all out on me all the time. I barely leave the castle"

"And who's fault is that?" Elijah asked, giving you a knowing look. "If you weren't always trying to sneak down to hell, maybe Sera would actually let you out more". You frowned, groaning.

"Ugh! I know! But still, that doesn't give her the right to keep me couped up in here! What am I? Rapunzel?" You replied, sarcastically.

"I mean you got the naivety, ditziness, and stubborn attitude all you need to do is grow your hair out and run around barefoot." Miko says, as she began to pack away her make up kit.

"Har har har.." you scoffed, "I am not running around with my hooves out"

"What Miko is trying to say" Elijah butted in. "Is that we want to go all out on you, your our friend boo. You deserve it"

Miko hums, "Yeah, plus why does it matter? Ugh, don't tell me you're worried Adam is gonna call you gay again just cause you wear make up..."

You puffed out her cheeks, as your form stiffened. "No! Of course not! I don't care what Adam thinks! He's just some guy who didn't age out of his  frat boy jock stage. Which is weird...since he wasn't even alive when frats or jocks were a thing...but you get the point."

"Anyways we're heading out.." Elijah says, as he wraps an arm around Milo's neck. "We're meeting up with Molly for smoothies later.."

Your smile dropped, "smoothies? Ugh! Lucky! I wish I could go...but I have to do stupid royal stuff.." your crossed your arms. "Wait? Smoothies now? Isn't it a bit too early?"

Miko shrugged, "we're in heaven baby, it's never to late for smoothies". You rose a brow, narrowing your eyes.

"Elijah doesn't even have any sugar till past 12-" your eyes widened in realization. "Oh you assholes, you two are ditching me before Lia-!"

Just like that, your bedroom door, slammed open. Scaring Skelly, who was fast asleep on your window sill, causing him to fall once more. There stood another Angel, he had one giant golden eye, no mouth, and whispy purplish blue flame hair. He wore a fancy suit with a sweater vest, all in blue white and gold.

"Prince Y/n! You're late! Late late!" He called out, rushing over to you. Unfortunately for you, he was an inch or two taller than you.

"Good morning, Liam.." you spoke, flashing a nervous smile before glancing past him over towards Elijah and Miko. Your smile dropping, as you narrowed your eyes at them. As they both blew you kisses and waves before they rushed out the door.

You sighed, before turning to look back at the rambling Angel in front of you. "You have so many things to get done today, are you ready Prince Y/n?" he summoned a scroll into his hand.  Your shoulders dropped, you were truly getting tired of this routine. But you put on a brave face, as you nodded.

"Ready as I'll ever be ."

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Little authors note here, y'all are free to interpret Y/ns lamb design in anyway you want. He can be a full on furry/ anthro creature  like Husk or Angel Dust. Or he could be like alastor and Charlie and just have animal characteristics like ears/hooves/ horns etc. but they maintain a relatively human appearance. It's up to y'all <33 it doesn't affect the story in anyway. I just mention Y/n has hooves cause he canonically does.

[starryficsfinishwen]

picnic days and sundays — gray raven x reader

Summer was kinder.

Warm sunshine through the gaps of trees, tiny birds perched on tree branches singing their lovely songs. Sunlight kisses your face as you look at the green foliage above you. You watch. You watch as a leaf falls so slowly in this space, visible veins as the rays of light pass through.

It lands on your cheek. And a familiar hand comes into view, gently brushing it away.

“Commandant,” Bright eyes peer to look at you, pink irises glimmering in the sunshine, “Are you awake?”

You remember it this way: sleeping soundly in the shade, the smell of warm grass, the lull of the summer wind on your bare feet. And now, you are on Liv's lap, mechanical hands wrapped around your own.

Liv's petiteness perfectly cradled your sleeping figure. Was it the cool breeze, or did her hands, once clad in gloves, somehow feel warm as you held hers? A fleeting kind, one that made you reach out for more.

“Mmh...” you inhale, eyes fluttering shut as you feel the remnants of sleep coming again, “No...not yet.”

You notice a broader figure blocking out the bright light through your closed eyes. Opening your eyes, a figure draped in the gentle colors of blue comes into view.

“Sorry,” cooed Lee, voice devoid of any trace of roughness, “The sun must have been preventing you from sleeping.”

Lee's stoicism faded away in this space. Devoid of any armor and metal, you notice the new clothes as a new sight, yet the warm twinkle in his cerulean eyes makes your heart throb.

“It's okay,” you giggle, reaching for Lee's hand, “I feel better.”

“You should eat up, Commandant,” said a honeyed voice, “At least you'd get to eat something yummy!”

A metal finger caresses your chin. Looking above you, hazel eyes looking at you with love.

“Lucia,” you grin, “What's there for me, then?”

Your summer comes that way. Lee helps you sit up, with Liv and Lucia preparing the food they've brought. Across the patterned cloth, a variety of treats are displayed for you. The colors—purple, red, blue, and more—popping through, which made your stomach want a taste. Seeing you drool, Lucia graciously takes a slice out of one in her view.

“Would you like this, Commandant?” She asks,

A blueberry tart, the bluest you've ever seen. When you try to reach for it, Live gently slaps your hand away.

“In moderation, Commandant.” She tuts, “I can't have you overeating.”

“Don't worry about it, Liv,” Lee laughs, “The Commandant can't possibly be overweight within a day with these.”

Taking a strawberry from the pile, Lee dips it halfway into the chocolate fondue, before taking it to your lips, “Say 'ah' for me.”

With a bite, you taste the freshness of the strawberry, seeping into your parched tongue. A burst of sweetness dances wildly in your mouth, making you sigh from the taste.

“That's true,” Liv pouts, “But I want the Commandant to be healthy as always...”

“It'd be a shame if I can't taste what you've prepared for us, Liv.” You smiled, chewing the remaining strawberry as you pat her hand, “Let's have fun today.”

You want this kind of freedom. Somewhere, across the world—no Babylonia, no one to give you orders, and no one ruining your peace. You are perfectly contented this way, away from their eyes and only with your beloved family.

Family...

“If you think of it that way, I suppose we are one.”

You turn to find Lee looking at the sunset. You forget how much time has passed, or the sweets and delicacies you've consumed. Except now, Lucia and Liv are putting away the plates and cleaning up the mess.

“Lee?”

“A family.” Lee affirms, turning to look at you with a gentle look on your face, “We are...a family, right?”

You sigh. “We are. But...this war against time, against humanity and its efforts to come back...”

You think. The war is never over; millions of corrupted still run amock in your lands, humanity's last bastion who still floats somewhere in space—will it be any worth?

“I understand your fear.”

Lee's logic is never wrong. So was his calculated reply. But as you look back to Liv and Lucia, something crawls over you, latching at whatever vein you had in your chest.

“If there comes a time,” you quietly mutter, “Do you...still consider this as a family?”

Lucia is the first to look at you. Blissfully unaware, you hope neither of them heard you.

“I-”

“Commandant, did you have fun today?” Lucia finds comfort in the way you reach out to hold her hand, “If you weren't satisfied, we'll find a new thing to do again next time.”

“I had fun, Lucia.” You grin at her, hoping your sincerity is noticeable enough, “I loved the blueberry tart at best.”

“Lee, Liv, and I made it with you in mind,” she said as she blushes, “We're glad you loved it.”

Noticing the sun almost setting, you ask, “Does it mean we're going home now?”

“The fun isn't over yet.” Lee shakes his head, offering a smile, “Today isn't done.”

The smell of something warm. Looking back, you find Liv with a cup.

“Commandant,” She calls out your name, softly, “I hope today ends nicely.”

It's a cup of hot chocolate. You remember it as something the four of you had done the other day. Taking the cup from her, the anxiety in your chest starts to calm down. Watching your three members laugh and talk as the sun sets behind you, the bittersweet taste of chocolate on your tongue.

You would do everything to stay by their side.

“I promise I'll do better.” You blurt out, catching their attention, “I'm...not going to give up. I'll stay alive, I'll do everything for you, guys.”

Tears threaten to spill from your weary eyes, yet you still dare to smile at them. “We are the Gray Raven, and we're a...family.”

Your team—your Gray Raven—smiles back. Lucia is the first to hug you, following Liv. Briefly taking away the shaking cup in your hands, Lee hugs you. In a layer, like a glove, your tears began to fall from your eyes as your team hugs you tighter.

“You're doing so well, Commandant.” Lucia said, “You're the reason why we're here today.”

“That's really true,” chides Liv, “Without you, there wouldn't be an 'us'.”

“We'll save you, the same way you've saved us, too.” said Lee, “as long as you promise to stay alive, too.”

Peace is temporary, yet it seems to be forever in this space. Summer must have been kinder for you this time. Maybe this picnicon a Sunday wasn't too bad.

As long as you stay alive, too. Isn't that summer so pretty with them?

kuro keep my babies (and husband) safe or I'll throw these hands

(also did you notice my new format? hehehe)

—starry

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam’s Father’s Day plans

(also on Ao3)

"Morning, Bruce."

The way Stephanie says that instantly makes him look up. She traces her socked toe on the right angles of the tile, looking down. 

"Morning, Steph." Bruce puts his coffee down. "Something wrong?"

"Huh?" She perks up in realization. "No, not at all. I actually just have something for you. I stopped by Walgreens on patrol last night 'cause I ran out of antiseptic, and I saw something that reminded me of you." 

She hands him a dark blue greeting card with a cartoon fruit bat and Comic Sans text reading: You drive me batty, but I love you.

"Get it? 'Cause it's a bat, and you're the Batman." She scratches the back of her neck. "Not trying to make it weird or anything, you're just a cool mentor and whatnot. But also, it's nice to have someone who you can mess around with. My old man was always talking business even when he was at home—you kinda do that too, but in a good way 'cause anything's better than being a D-list villain, y'know. Plus, unlike him, you're working on striking a balance. Sometimes you even have a sense of humor." She chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm going on a jog. Text me if you need anything." 

Before he processes her rambling, she grabs a granola bar and races out the door. He opens the card and out falls out a handful of purple confetti plus an ever-rare two-dollar bill. Smiling, he brushes the confetti up and puts it in his shirt pocket. 

Bruce checks his watch. Everyone else is already out, except for Cass. She was out late last night on that Clayface mission, but even she should be up by this time. He fixes her a bowl of cereal with the package instructions and brings it upstairs. 

"Cass?" He knocks. "Are you up yet? It's past 9:30."

He hears the duvet crunch like a candy wrapper as she shuffles around. A moment later, the door swings open as a messy-haired Cass yawns. 

"I'll leave this up here for you," he says, putting the bowl on the dresser. "Any big plans today?"

She shakes her head. "Write reports. And relax."

"Well, you deserve a break. Great job on the stakeout, Princess." He plants a quick kiss on her forehead. 

"Love," she says.

"Huh?"

"Favorite thing you do. Love."

He laughs softly. "I try. Now go get dressed."

The rest of the day goes by like any other. Despite it being Sunday, he still has a meeting scheduled with some Singaporean investors on their timezone. By eleven, he and some other executives are gathered around the long conference table as the video call drones on, and it's not until over an hour later that they're finally let out. Bruce loosens his tie and Tim does the same, sighing in relief and exhaustion. 

Bruce asks, "Did you have lunch yet?"

"Oh, I forgot that's a thing," Tim says, stretching. "Hey, remember that ice cream place on 32nd?"

"You want ice cream for lunch?"

"I'd break your no killing rule for their M&M cookie sundae, okay?" he says. "Besides, remember when you took my friends and I there even though we massively bombed our first off-world fight? I might still be a massive perfectionist but that made me get a little more comfortable with failing. Anyway, I thought it'd be cool to stroll down memory lane—and have junk food as a meal without Alfred knowing. Unless you're busy, which I totally get."

"Not at all," Bruce replies, putting an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Duke and Damian will be at the arcade all day and I don't have any urgent side business." 

And so, instead of calling Alfred for a ride, they journey through the Gotham subways with Tim's camera capturing the Grammy-worthy saga of a billionaire CEO battling a common turnstyle. They get a few side-glances in the sparse train car, but besides a teenager asking for Tim's autograph, the civilians leave them alone. Pretty soon, they're at a 1950s-themed ice cream parlor, where the waitress slides their orders down the long chromium bar. 

"Why do they call it a banana split?" Bruce asks, grabbing the cocoa powder shaker. 

Tim pauses mid-bite of his cookie. "...Because they split the banana in half?"

"Really?"

He moves the whipped cream aside to reveal the cut banana in Bruce's dish. 

"How would it sound if I said I never noticed that?"

He smirks. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation."

"Indeed you are." Bruce ruffles his hair. "Though this head of yours could use some shampoo." 

"Will saying I love you get me a free pass out of it?"

"No." He laughs. "But I love you too, son."

Alfred catches on to their little dessert escapade and picks them up from the parlor, though not without commenting on the strawberry stain on Bruce's jacket. As Tim plugs his music into the car, Bruce takes the time to listen to the voicemails he got during their lunch break. 

"Hiya Bruce," Clark's voice plays. "I hope today's going swell for you. I just want you to know that I'm glad I can call you my pard'ner." Bruce snickers at the country twang.

Next is Diana. "Bruce, I apologize if I must keep this brief since I have a curator's convention today. However, I wish to tell you that you are an invaluable teammate and even more remarkable friend."

"Hey Batman, I gave you a shoutout to the Central City press for your help taking down Weather Wizard," Barry says. "Also, thanks for letting me borrow your communicator. I can always count on you to be overprepared. Have a good one!"

"Bats, tell your kid to quit taking my yogurt from the fridge." Ah, good old Hal. "Also, today's all about guys like you, so... yeah. I admit, you could be worse." 

Finally, there's one from Zatanna. "Afternoon, Bruce! I'd tell you in person if I wasn't caught up in Kahndaq, but I hope today is extra special for you. I know how much the birds mean to you, and I know they're gonna treat you well."

(There's also one from Ollie, but he's just asking if he can use the communicator after Barry. In the background, Dinah is is clearly ordering food.) 

After dropping Tim and Alfred home and switching to a more discreet vehicle, Bruce makes his way to pick two of his other kids up from the arcade. 

"Did you guys have fun?" Bruce asks as they climb in.

"We decimated every game," Damian says, "and won you the finest specimen as a trophy."

He plops a five-foot Snorlax into the front seat and buckles the seatbelt.

"This is for me?" Bruce asks. 

"Tt, who else would it be for?"

"I didn't win as many tickets," Duke says, "but I also got you a spider ring and a Chinese finger trap." He puts them in the cupholder.

"Why are you giving me all your prizes?"

"Again, who else would we give them to?" Damian asks.

Duke says, "I think what he means is that you do a lot for us, so this is a thanks from us."

As silly as it might seem, Bruce is genuinely touched. 

Pre-patrol dinner is a quiet affair, with Kate stopping by because she apparently forgot to go grocery shopping. She takes a fingerling potato off his plate. 

"Um, you're welcome?" he says. 

"Bruce, we're family. It's what we do." She takes a bite. 

He takes a piece of asparagus from her. "I wish all of us were here, though. Too bad Dick and Jason have that Penguin stakeout. Hopefully they're being safe."

"Even if things go wrong, they were taught by the best. You should trust them more." Selina gets up and places a peck on his cheek before going to get a drink. 

"I do," he mumbles into his meal. "It's the world I don't trust." 

As he puts on his cowl, he asks Barbara for an update on the evening. So far, Duke is handling a carjacking, the girls are preoccupied with a strip mall hostage situation, Damian is patrolling Metropolis with Jon, and Kate is kicking off her shift with a car chase against Two-Face. Tim and Selina are staying back to catch up on some overdue reports, but other than that, the cave is quiet. 

"Before you go," Barbara says, "my dad was cleaning out the attic and found something you might like."

From her bag, she pulls out a blue mug that says: World's Okayest Dad.

"My brother got it for him a long time ago, but... you know. It's all yours now, if you want it." 

He takes it, running his thumb along the words. 

"It suits you," she says before turning back to relay something to Stephanie. 

The route laid out for him tonight gives him the perfect opportunity to swing by and check on two of his boys. He lands on the rooftop silently, where Nightwing and Red Hood have already set up camp. Evidently, they don't notice him as they keep going with their conversation.

"Did you get dropped on your head as a baby?" Jason asks. "Sour cream and Greek yogurt are not the same thing."

"They totally are, change my mind." Dick glances through his binoculars. "No sign of Cobblepot yet."

A moment goes by as Jason not-so-covertly steals some of his brother's patrol snacks. 

"So how'd family therapy go yesterday?" Jason asks. "Did the old bat finally show an emotion?"

"It was pretty insightful, at least on my part." Dick lowers his binoculars. "I think I realized where Bruce's persistence comes from. It's annoying as hell, but I think that's how he maintains hope. And who knows, maybe it's his love language."

Jason scoffs. 

"I'm serious," he says. "I know none of us are stellar at this family thing, but we care about each other. You can't deny that. We just gotta... refine how we express it." 

"Count me out."

"Jaybird."

"Codenames, Dickhead."

Dick snickers. "You love us, admit it. All of us."

Jason mutters a string of curses under his breath before saying, "If you tell him, I'm filling your mattress with sour cream."

Bruce smiles and leaps to the next building. 

At the end of the night, Bruce finds Alfred brewing tea in the kitchen and takes the kettle from him. 

"I got this," he says. "Why don't you go relax in the living room? I think they added your favorite detective movie to Netflix." 

"This is a pleasant surprise." Alfred raises an eyebrow. "What brought it on?"

"It's Father's Day, of course," he replies, pouring the cups of tea. "You know you've always been a second dad to me."

"You made that clear with last year's breakfast surprise," Alfred says. "Care to join me?"

"Always," Bruce says. "By the way, do the kids seem different to you today?"

[misc-obeyme]

Okay. I decided to do a little headcanon post for Flufftober, so here it is. Except that it turned out to be CRAZY LONG. I did not expect that. I was gonna post all the characters in one post, but that seems excessive. So instead, I'm gonna post them separately as usual and just link to the other part. I will be posting the rest of the characters shortly!

The theme here is a masquerade party... well don't worry, there's an explanation about what's going on. I dunno I just got the idea and thought it'd be fun to write and then got carried away as usual. I tried to keep them brief, but here we are.

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x the demon brothers

Warnings: none that I can think of??

It was an October night in the Devildom and the House of Lamentation was hosting a Halloween masquerade ball. The main hall had been decorated splendidly in oranges, purples, and blacks. An entire feast was laid out, the table full of dishes contributed to the party by Barbatos and Simeon. The room was dark, lit mostly by orbs of orange light, enchanted to float through the air by Solomon. On a small stage there was a live band playing a mix of lively and slow creepy music. The dance floor was filled with demons, all of whom were unrecognizable…

Due to the masquerade theme, special masks had been made for each attendee. They were made by Satan and Asmodeus, working together to create magical masks that would completely obscure each party goer's appearance. Once they put on the mask, a glamor fell over them that transformed them and made them unrecognizable. Every glamor costume was black and incorporated a look involving fancy suits, flowing dresses, and probably too many sequins.

The party organizers all knew what each other's mask-generated costumes looked like. Everyone had been present when Asmo revealed his designs. Everyone… except you. You had insisted on creating your own glamor and thus hadn't been present to see everyone else's.

Now you stood in the middle of this masquerade party, unable to recognize a single person.

And yet you knew that the person you wanted to see most was in the room somewhere. And after a small amount of time, you were certain you had figured out who it was. You made a bold move and asked them to dance. While you were in their arms, they told you to meet them somewhere specific later, when the party was winding down. You agreed and spent the rest of the night exchanging looks with them, anticipating the moment when you would be alone with them.

Had you chosen the correct person? Did you know them well enough that you could determine their identity when their appearance was so altered? And more importantly… did they know who you were?

Lucifer

It was his bearing. The way Lucifer held himself was undeniable. There was nothing about the fancy suit that tipped you off - no bits of blue or red, no feathers, no indication at all that it was Lucifer. Even his eyes were turned pure black by the glamor. And yet, when he looked at you, it was like you could feel the ruby red that hid beneath.

When he asked you to meet him in the music room later, you were even more convinced. Of course that would be Lucifer's choice. When you arrived, the sound of the party music still playing softly in the distance, he smiled and took your hand. A little piece of you doubted, wondered if he could truly detect you behind your mask.

His fingers ran along the edge of the mask that covered your face. "Do you trust me, MC?"

Even his voice was altered by the magic. You shuddered. What if it wasn't him?

Though, would Lucifer really make such a mistake? Would Lucifer let someone else lead you astray?

You let out a breath. "Yes."

Lucifer put his arms around you, pulling you close, and pressing his lips to yours. The masks bumped slightly against each other as you gasped into his lips.

When Lucifer pulled away enough to remove his mask, a relief flooded through you at the familiar curves of his face.

"How did you know it was me?" you asked.

Lucifer smirked at you. "You couldn't help yourself, could you? You were by my side most of the night. And when you weren't, I could feel your eyes on me."

You blushed, but Lucifer only chuckled and kissed you again.

Mammon

He didn't know who you were at all, but the minute you got close enough, you could feel it. A sense of protection that you could only feel in the presence of your guardian demon. He may not know who you were, but you knew him. He was in full on party mode when you asked him to dance with you. He seemed uncertain, likely thinking about you, but he accepted.

Something in his demeanor changed while you danced. His uncertainty fell away and he asked you to meet him out by the front door. You thought this was kind of an odd choice, but you agreed. Later, you slipped out the front door as requested and everything fell into place.

He was leaning against his Demonio 666 Lexura, mask still on, smiling at you.

You laughed a little at how pleased he seemed. You walked down the stairs to the street, stopping right in front of him and reaching out to remove his mask.

There was the familiar face you knew so well - blue-gold eyes shining, white hair bright in the darkness.

"Ya wanna ditch this party and go for a ride?" he asked.

You put your arms around his neck. "You didn't know me at first. How did you figure it out?"

Mammon put his hands on your waist. "Like I wouldn't recognize your dance moves."

Your laugh was smothered as he kissed you. He opened your door for you and you got into his car. He kept a hand on your thigh as he drove into the Devildom night, the yellow moon high in the October sky.

Leviathan

He gave himself away by bringing a handheld video game console to the party. It stuck out of his pocket when he wasn't using it and when he was, he was hunched over in a corner somewhere, the little bleeps and bloops adding a humorous quality to the music in the room.

When you came over to him, Leviathan looked annoyed that someone was interrupting him. He frowned at you for a moment and then became nervous when you asked him to dance. He tried to get out of it, but you didn't listen, dragging him by the hand onto the dance floor. You proceeded to incorporate some dance moves from the latest music video of Sucre Frenzy and suddenly Levi's attitude changed. He wasn't trying to hide who he was and asked you to meet him in his room.

When you knocked on the door later, Levi opened it, mask already discarded. He looked at you, still in your glamor and said, "Th-that's you, isn't it, MC?"

You removed your mask and smiled at him.

Levi sagged against the door for a minute before opening it wide to let you in. "I was so nervous! I thought maybe you were someone else who happened to be intimately familiar with Sucre Frenzy's dance moves!"

You laughed and hugged him, patting his back reassuringly. "I'm pretty sure we're the only ones who know those moves that well. That music video only came out a couple days ago."

Levi pulled back to look at you, pride evident in his orange eyes. "You did them flawlessly."

You blushed a little and pulled on his clothes to bring him closer. "You weren't too bad yourself."

Levi kissed you to hide his own blush, but you still saw it quite clearly.

Satan

You were standing among a group of demons, listening to their idle chatter. You had no idea who any of them were, of course, but they seemed to be discussing the merits of various cafes in the Devildom. This was a fairly benign topic until one of them brought up cat cafes. You noticed the minute the demon beside you began to ramble at length about the benefits of cat cafes. It quickly devolved into what sounded like a dissertation on the positive qualities of cats in general. As the others quickly excused themselves, you laughed and asked Satan to dance with you.

Satan seemed reluctant at first because he wasn't sure who you were right away. But when he stopped rambling and really took you in - your demeanor, the soft smile of fondness on your face - he accepted your request. During the song, he seemed to feel certain of your identity and asked you to meet him in the library later.

You had expected Satan to be deep in a book when you arrived, but instead he was watching the door. He took several steps toward you when you came in.

"I thought you might not come, MC," he admitted.

Your heart squeezed and you removed your mask. "Why wouldn't I?"

Satan took off his own mask. "I thought your attention might have been drawn elsewhere."

You closed the distance between you and looked into his eyes, now their usual mixture of greens and blues. "You say that as though I've been able to think about anyone other than you."

Satan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in to kiss you.

Asmodeus

It was in the sensual way he moved, how he lightly teased everyone he came into contact with, the boldness he seemed to gain from the fact that nobody knew who he was. All of these things tipped you off, but when Asmodeus stopped to look at himself in a mirror, lingering a little too long than anyone else might have, your suspicion was confirmed.

To your surprise, Asmo already seemed to know who you were, too. You didn't even have the chance to ask him to dance because he asked you first. You thought maybe he was just asking anyone and everyone, that it wasn't because he knew you. But when he asked you to meet him in the garden later, you were suddenly uncertain. Did he know you or not?

When you arrived in the garden, Asmo was looking up at the yellow moon. He heard you approach and turned around, giving you a dazzling smile.

He spread his hands, the offer of a hug. "There you are, darling!"

You considered him. You still weren't sure if he knew who you were.

Asmo giggled. "Oh, do you think I don't know you? Silly thing."

Asmo walked up to you, placed his fingers on your mask, and leaned in close. "No amount of glamor could hide you from me, MC."

You shivered. Asmo took off your mask and removed his as well, tossing them aside. Then he opened his arms again.

You stepped into them easily, pressing yourself against his body, and meeting his lips with yours.

Beelzebub

The glamor obscured Beelzebub's size and height - the things that normally made him almost impossible to miss. And maybe it would have made it difficult for you to find him in different circumstances. But this was a party. And there was food. You watched the buffet table for some time, waiting to see who never left it or who ate most of it themselves.

When you asked Beel to dance, he accepted immediately, which surprised you. As the two of you danced, you tried to figure out if he knew you or not. He seemed comfortable with you, but it wasn't any different than how Beel was with most people. And then he asked you to meet him at the planetarium. Perhaps you had gotten it wrong? Was there another hungry demon at this party? Was it actually Belphie you were dancing with?

You arrived at the planetarium, feeling uncertain about just who it was you were meeting.

When he saw you, Beel took off his mask, completely eliminating your concern. He smiled at you, the same sweet smile that made your stomach flutter. "Hi, MC."

You shook your head slightly and took off your own mask. "Why did you ask me to come to the planetarium?"

Beel looked up at the planetarium and pointed at the moon. It had an unusual yellow cast to it. "Belphie likes the planetarium. And right now the moon looks like a big wheel of cheese."

You laughed. He wasn't wrong. You took Beel's hands and turned him toward you. "I should've known."

Beel smiled again and kissed you.

Belphegor

Belphegor was eluding you. You had already spent a significant amount of the party looking for a sleeping demon, but you couldn't find one. Everyone you saw was fully awake and nobody even seemed to be slightly nodding off. He must have found a small hiding place to fall asleep and that was why you didn't see him anywhere.

You nearly jumped when you felt a hand on your back. When you turned, a demon smiled at you and asked you to dance with him. There was something about this quiet demon's demeanor that made you suspect it was Belphie. Where had he even come from? And was it really him? You allowed him to lead you out onto the dance floor. He asked you to meet him in the garden later and you felt compelled to agree. If it wasn't Belphie, you could always just leave.

Once you were in the garden, you found him standing there, waiting quietly. He was looking up at the sky, which was full of the yellow moon and a dramatic scattering of stars.

"The stars are beautiful tonight aren't they, MC?" he asked.

All doubts fled your mind then. You stood beside him and looked up, resting your head on his shoulder. "They're lovely, Belphie."

Belphie turned to you, easily slipping an arm around your waist and removing your mask. He stayed still as you took his off, too.

"You weren't sure it was me," he said.

You shrugged. "You look wide awake, that's all."

Belphie smirked. "I was on edge waiting to do this," he said.

You were about to ask what that meant, but he cut you off with a kiss.

part 2 with the rest of the characters

flufftober | kinktober | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

taglist: @anxious-chick @t0tallycoolname @libidinous-weeb

[jamiethebeeart]

Danny Phantom AU for the League (explanation under the cut)

There's a common (?) idea in the phandom that Sam dyes her hair black (or that her mom bleach her hair from black) and asdfghj that fits so well for Dabi. I can also see him being edgy and wearing eyeliner (he would tightline and you can't convince me otherwise) and eyeshadow to piss off Endeavor. (You can hardly see it, but I promise he has purple eyeshadow under his eyes.) I've been thinking about it and I'm not sure how Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto would fit into this AU. Cousins? Maybe just siblings, and ignore Sam's only child-ness.

LINK (X) ok so I have drawn this before and I stand by Hana as Jazz and Tenko/Tomura as Fenton/Phantom. :)))) Danny's hair in the og art style makes no damn sense. Many an artist has bemoaned it (me included), so I decided to make Shigaraki's also confounding. (it's like??? a mullet???? but the mullet has layers????) Danny having Lichtenberg figure scars has recently had a resurgence in phandom and it's the perfect excuse to keep the scars around Shigaraki's mouth/eyes. (To symbolize the "scary eyes" and ghost sense.) Shigaraki gets to keep Danny's whole "getting new powers every time he needs to" shtick: one - because it's funny and two - it ties into the whole AFO quirk plotline. SPEAKING OF. AFO gets to take Vlad's place :)))) except!!! I think it'd work better if AFO was a "friend" of Tenko's grandmother and that's how he's weaseled his way into the family. No Vlad wanting Maddie and killing Jack subplot. Just AFO up to his usual shenanigans. I'm on the fence about whether or not Dabi would secretly be a kickass gamer (Sam was, but only kept it a secret because of 2000s misogyny about girls playing games.... idk how that'd transfer to Dabi other than Dabi trying to maintain a "too cool for that" image....)

(Hana as Jazz. Jazz loves her brother and tries to support him but is also overbearing and ignores what he says in favor of what she wants. I feel like an older Hana would fit into that well.... not that we know much about Hana, but from what can be gathered I think it'd fit. And Danny wanted a dog! Eventually has Cujo tagging along! Also a very good mirror for Mon and Tenko.)

Tucker! Spinner! my loves!!!! I wasn't sure originally if I wanted Spinner to be a ghost or a human, but as we can see I plopped him in Tucker's role. Because it fits so well. (I still vividly remember the post about "who loves Danny more? Valerie or Sam. the answer: neither, it's Tucker. Savant Par and Spinaraki mimicing the much larger fanbase for Amethyst Ocean and Shigadabi) Also, Spinner getting to connect with Tenko over games (DOOMED) and technology. I imagine that Spinner wears a bandana to cover up his roots showing. I see Tucker as taking special care of his appearance, but I don't see where Spinner's like that, so he gets a lazier option :) Oooooh should I give Spinner glasses? ooooh I bet he'd have glasses, but never want to wear them because they'd make him look nerdy. Anyway, just like Tucker and Danny, Spinner would face his fears to help and support Shigaraki :))))) (crying over his devotion)

Other Characters:

Dash, Paulina, Kwan, and Star? Maybe Uraraka and Toga as Johnny 13 and Kitty? hehehee could be cute. the fights and getting back together and Toga having to blow off steam in the human world? Kwan befriends Sam and Tucker, so maybe Twice would fit into Kwan's role? OH!!! And then have Hawks be Dash. (I don't think anyone has ever shipped Sam and Dash but that's why this is an AU.)

Deku can be Poindexter.... cause bullying (asdfghj yea it sidelines Deku a bit and sticks him in a very minor role and is an easy choice, but!! some fics make Poindexter and Danny kind of friends!! I think that'd be a nice mirror to what Shigaraki and Deku could've been - along with the initial misunderstandings that Poindexter has about Danny mirroring the way that Deku had to learn more about Shigaraki.

Ember? Maybe as Compress.... he has the theatrics DOWN lmao. And Magne as part of the band perhaps? That'd be cute.

(I don't feel like I know enough about Mustard to put him in any specific role.....)

OOOH Bakugou as Dora! The Dragon Amulet transformation mirroring Bakugou's angry outbursts!

[rhapsoddity]

I read a writing prompt the other day where the hero got seriously injured and they showed up on their enemies door step saying they didn't know where else to go.

The first thing I thought of was Jimmy and Fwhip in your vigilante au

JUST YOUR LUCK I'VE WRITTEN A FWHIMMY DRABBLE FOR THIS

Today was a lazy evening for Fwhip. Even villains needed days off, and he was no exception. As the sun dipped behind the tops of the building, Fhwip sunk into his sofa, mindlessly watching trash TV.

His attention was snapped away by a light rap against his door. He wasn't expecting any visitors or any packages. Grumbling, he pushed himself to his feet.

"You better have a good reason to pull me from my sh-"

Fwhip cut himself off at the sight in front of him. Jimmy, still in full Sheriff costume, was slumped against the doorframe, pale as a sheet. He barely looked like he could hold himself upright.

"Jimmy?! Why are you-"

"I... I didn't know wh-where else to go..."

The vigilante crumpled in front of him, Fhwip barely catching him before he hit the ground. Fwhip dragged him inside, laying him down on the couch so he could close the door.

"M'sorry..." Jimmy mumbled.

"It's okay-"

"No; You hate m-me, I don't know why I even came- why I'm here."

"Shut up," Fwhip grumbled, "You betrayed me, but I don't want you dead. What's wrong with you anyway?"

"God," Jimmy weakly chuckled, "Where do I start-"

Fwhip kicked him in the shins, not in the mood tonight to deal with Jimmy's joking about.

"OW, THE FUCK?"

"Come on, no bullshit, what drove you here?"

"I was fighting a dickhead with some sort of gas powers, I managed to knock her out and restrain her, but I was using my bandana as a filter and it's not ideal."

Fwhip peeled Jimmy's mask off. It was drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot with a dark haze over them, and he was wheezing. Fucking hell, he clearly had multiple affects on him. Weakness and wither perhaps? Fhwip wasn't particularly familiar, his expertise was with technology, not potion effects.

"Well I respect any woman that can kick your ass, she's fucked you up."

"Fuck you dude, if you're gonna be a dick I'll leave."

As Jimmy went to get up, Fwhip held him down. With how weak Jimmy had become, he couldn't fight Fwhip's push.

"I'm a villain not a monster. You can recover, then you can fuck off."

Jimmy rolled his eyes at that, shrugging off Fwhip's hand, and looking over to gauge his chances of getting to the door.

"I'd rather my chances of collapsing in an alleyway-"

Fwhip roughly grabbed Jimmy's face, jerking it to look at him. He whimpered in suprise.

"Ah ah ah~ You are at MY mercy little hero. I could take you out of commission right now if I so wish."

Jimmy winced at the dark tone lacing Fwhip's words, straining against his grasp.

"So behave." He dropped his hand from Jimmy's face. "I don't want you trying to scramble up and away, you'll fall over and you barely have braincells as it is, you can't risk losing any more."

"H-hey!"

"I'm not wrong."

Fwhip left him unattended as he said this, dissapearing out of view to his kitchen. Jimmy didn't dare move from the couch. He knew that Fwhip could take him on 1 on 1 at full health, it'd be safest and smartest to just stay put for now. A few minutes later Fwhip came back with a coffee mug full of a purple liquid.

Jimmy was looking worse by this point, barely concious and slumped on the couch.

"Mnnn not drinking thattt..." He mumbled.

Fwhip rolled his eyes.

"It's not poison dumbass."

Fwhip gently tilted the potion into Jimmy's mouth. He pulled a face at the taste, before settling down. Before too long, Jimmy had passed out. He had not much energy to begin with, and that regren potion snatched away the rest of his energy to begin to heal him.

Now that Jimmy couldn't catch the look, Fwhip was looking over him fondly. Despite the fact that Jimmy's ideals were directly opposed to his, despite the fights they had and blood they'd drawn from eachother... He couldn't deny deep down he missed Jimmy.

Once apon a time, they'd been best friends. Hell, for a little while, they'd been more than that, before they'd fucked that up. Jimmy was inherently likeable, it was a shame he didn't join him when Fwhip had defected to villainy.

Maybe he would come round and see Fwhip's perspective one day. The man could hope at least.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @nenes-numberonefan request: REQUESTS ARE OPEN YIPEEE (dumbledore said calmly)

what’s popping can i get a niigo x reader (separate) with a reader who’s like emu (idk i’m still ill and this is the only idea i can come up with)

take your time drink water and don’t be a #sicklyvictoriangirl like me!!

link

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ OMG YES!!! I hope you don't mind that I kinda did Emu here literally- like, instead of name "Y/N" I just did "Emu", since it's kinda the same?? Just the difference in name... except for Len, I left Y/N since it kinda feels wrong to ship it.. HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ N25!Len completely didn't expect you in the SEKAI... it's Empty SEKAI, every Vocaloid here is so timid and yet you.. how did you even got here?

✧ he starts to think there was some error between SEKAI's and you got trapped here while the n25!Vocaloid was in your place!

✧ but when it turns out, that's not how it is and you really belong here... he's confused but obviously not gonna do much about it

✧ at first, he was very startled by your loud personality and constant rambling and need to run all around

✧ but give him some time and instead of hiding from you he'll just sit with a gentle smile as he watches you being energetic like always

✧ the fact that you're so energetic actually makes it whole lot easier on getting to know each other!

✧ it's definitely a challenge to break theoguh his shyness, but it's honestly enough if you stop minding it and he'll be more at easy around you!

"Uh.. yes, I want to hangout. If you.. want of course..."

✧ your non platonic relationship is pretty similar... you also have to take the lead with affections BUT there are times when he tries and you can see it!!

✧ there are times when he reaches for your hand shakily and worried but it usually ends on you just grabbing it because boy, he's moving it back faster than it goes forward and if you'd want to wait for him it'd take around an hour...

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@superstar-ethereal @nenes-numberonefan - come get your banana boy!

✧ Emu and Kanade meeting is very rare due to white haired girl coming out of her room rarely.. but they'd most likely first meet at Phoenix Wonderlands in evening hours or at Emu's way back from said place

✧ if they met at Phoenix, Emu would immidietly approach Kanade with "Wonderhoy" because it's Mafuyu's friend!

✧ tho they ended up talking quite a bit or so it was more of Emu rambles... so both girls remembers each other!

✧ their relationship is also very slow to develop due to meeting rarely, but if not counting long breaks, you could say it develops fairly quickly!

✧ I feel like Emu would try being sweet at first and kinda just hinting she likes Kanade, while Kanade also throws few hints but she'd be the first to confess since she felt like this mystery was confusing her slowly more and more...

✧ once Emu gets allowance to come to blue girls house, she'll pop up at the most random hours, just wanting to hangout and maybe plan their dates together

"Good evening Kana!! I just brought some Taiyaki with me so we can share them! And if we want more, we can go to the booth I bought them from together! Or I can just run whole you write! Oh! Or...!"

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea... but.. can we please not run..?"

✧ and Kanade's gonna agree on every single one of her ideas, unless they're clearly highly risky.. but if they're just a little risky and Emu is happy about it... she might as well try, right?

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@prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @miguelito-maruti-blog @hakulivesformusic @hayillaaaaaaa - come get your noodle lover!

✧ Mafuyu and Emu already know each other from school, and it's easy to say their relationship is pretty interesting...

✧ pink haired girl always tried to make her smile but only received the one that make her shiver... and purple haired girl, despite showing so little true feelings, couldn't brush the warm feeling in her chest

✧ so Emu tried harder and Mafuyu eventually got used to her new lively friend, sometimes even breaking out of her act...

✧ this relationship is definitely growing very slowly but sweetly~

"What a soft feeling... Huh? Oh don't worry about me, Otori! I'm just.. revising some of my material..."

✧ it take good few years, in best scenario a year so both of them can realize they fell for another...

✧ first one to fall is Mafuyu but first one to realize her feelings and confess is Emu!

✧ I feel like Emu would be at first a bit startled when she sees Mafuyu's real side but later on, it also motivates her to keep going and make her smile for real!

✧ and she doesn't hide now her worries from Mafuyu too~

"It's fine to be sad from time to time, Mafu! All that matters is for you to not let it ruin your whole day!"

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@prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @miguelito-maruti-blog @bl4cktourmaline @nenes-numberonefan - come get your aquarium lover!

✧ Mizuki had to meet Emu in Kamiyama! I just feel like pink haired girl would just run around corridors and bump into some other pink haired person who was trying to sneak without uniform to get their stuff!

✧ they'd both first laugh when they hear each other stories and that's how their silly friendship started~

✧ after Mizuki got to know Emu works in amusement park, they just couldn't help their curiosity and went with Nightcord there go check it out!

✧ I just feel like their chats would be infinite since they're both big ramblers

✧ so it shouldn't be surprise that they started to hangout a lot, and during one of the talk, they blurted their feelings at the same time!

"I have something to tell you too! Let's say it at 3! 3..2..1.."

"I love you!"

✧ in their relationship, Emu is definitely more clingy but Mizuki never pushes her away. How could they when their girlfriend is just so cute?!

✧ they both hide their real feelings more or less, but I feel like that'd get them both to open up to each other at some point, and both would receive the comfort they need

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@prsk-krow @modyuki @virtualpoison @miguelito-maruti-blog @written-by-kafka - come get your cuties lover~

[justrainandcoffee]

Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) Part 7.

Crossover Peaky Blinders - Hunger Games

Masterlist. Parts: One Two Three Four Five Six

Summary: Nina is the winner of the 71th Hunger Games and everyone around her is happy. Most of all her mentor, Alfie Solomons, who waited 17 years to see one of his tributes win the games. || Six months later, Rose and the rest of the crew visit district 9 to help her with her victory tour. || The president of district 13 is revealed.

Warnings: None. Probably the first chapter that's completely happy. Do not expect another one until the end.

Words: 3k. || Nina belongs to @peakyswritings .

"Ladies and gentlemen, from district 9, the winner of the Hunger Games: Alfred Solomons."

His mind went to that day. Alfie remembered the voice saying his name while the body of his last rival was there. The sickles he used as weapons were still in his hands, dripping blood. He was holding them as if in any minute another tribute would appear from behind the tree. Or a mutt.

Two days ago, a pack of mutt-wolves chased the last five survivors and they killed two of them, one in front of Alfie's eyes. It was a thin boy from district 12, the blood splashing everywhere were still in his memory.

But there was no one there except for a hovercraft. It picked up the last body and for a moment Alfie remained alone, next to the trees, watching the sky. He allowed himself to put the sickles aside and hid his face in his hands.

He won. He really won. In a way. Because Alfie knew that winning the games meant losing his soul. He killed eight people, eight kids and witnessed the death of another one. However, he survived.

His own hovercraft was now over his head. Time to go home. Only then he realised how much he missed his mother, as sick as she was, she could comfort him. A naïve 17 year-old Alfie, thought that the worst was over.

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"…From district 9, the winner of the Hunger Games: Nina Ferrante."

Alfie's mind went blank.

Nina Ferrante.

He saw some victors approaching him, some of them were openly smiling at him. Others patted his shoulders. But he wasn't fully aware of what was going on. It'd be his mind playing tricks or maybe a dream.

Nina's face was occupying the whole TV screen and the logo from district 9 was next to her.

"She won," was the first thing he said.

"She did!" a happy voice he recognised as Lucy Winters replied to him. Still, he felt he was living a dream. Nothing felt real. "Alfie, wake up! Go! The hovercrafts are fast, probably she'll be here soon. The girl needs you!"

Not longer after her words, a peacekeeper asked Alfie to follow him and both went to a medical centre.

The sterile place with white walls and white floors, was silent. Some doctors and nurses came and went through the corridor were Alfie was waiting.

She did win. The girl did it, even when at the beginning he was terrified and thought she was going to die soon. He specifically said "run away from the cornucopia." Only that Nina did exactly the opposite. She was really stubborn but probably that was one of the reasons of why she survived. That and her mind. Alfie smiled, for the first time and not related to his wife, he smiled. He was absolutely happy, in fact. No doctors or nurses paid attention to him when he laughed.

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Rose was in her studio finishing Snow's suit for the final ceremony when she saw the last moments of that edition. One of the most difficult editions she witnessed. Nina was there during the final moments. Same way it was Philip eleven years ago. Only two tributes alive. Rose didn't realise she was holding the scissors with such strength that her thumb was purple.

After the 65th games, Alfie asked her not to tell him again what the arena was even if she knew it with anticipation. And she respected his petition. But for the first time, this year, Rose didn't know what the Arena was either because she was focused on other aspects of the control centre. So, for the first time everything was new to her. And it was also, one of the most terrifying arenas.

During the days that the game last, Alfie and Rose saw how despite the inconveniences, the mutts, the traps, the killings, Nina managed to survived everything. They sent her water, food and medicine. That helped, but the rest was up to her.

Rose watched the TV and she heard the last cannon and the voice announcing Nina's victory.

Unlike Alfie who was in shock when it happened, Rose threw her things and ran towards the ninth floor. She knew Alfie wasn't there, but Alissa was. Both women hugged each other and jumped around the table. Alissa remembered the happiness when Alfie won, he was the first tribute who became a victor, since she was an escort. And now, again.

"You need to make her a dress and quickly."

"I need to finish Snow's suit… well the jacket, the pants and the shirt are ready."

"Fuck that! Give that job to someone else! They will fight for work with you now. Focus on Nina, she needs to shine with Caesar, okay?"

"Okay! Oh my god, I don't know what to do!"

Alissa chuckled "calm down, girl. You still have time, probably they'll wait a day or two before Nina's presentation as a victor. Hire some people so they can help you, first."

Rose nodded and left the floor in search of some help. After asking, she found two young stylists. One helped her with the jacket and the other, started to cut the cloth once the design was ready. Rose was doing her job, but her mind was with Alfie and especially, Nina.

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Alfie could see Nina hours later when doctors let him in. They cured her wounds and hide her scars. They also said she was fine but dehydrated.

Her right arm was connected to an IV when he opened the door. The TV was on, but she wasn't watching it.

"Kid…"

"Alfie."

"Congratulations, Nina. You survived."

"That's good, I think."

"Yeah, it is. It's fuckin' good, kid. How are ya feeling?" Alfie put a hand on her head and stroked her hair.

"I don't know. I fall asleep and I woke up screaming. I think they sedated me, too."

He nodded. He knew, that was inevitable and he couldn't do anything to help her, neither the medics. They could cure her wounds, but not her mind. "If you need to talk…" Alfie started to say but Nina shook her head. So he changed the subject "We're going to be neighbours now. You can visit me, if you want."

The Victor's Village was a solitary place. A bunch of empty houses that no one was going to occupy ever in its totality. Except for insects, stray cats and dust. He was used to that solitary place but now, if he thought about it, the company of at least one person, sounded good.

"Thanks for the offer, Alfie… and thanks."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did. You get me sponsors, I don't know how you did it, but it helped me."

"You're welcome, Nina."

"I want to go back home," Nina admitted and the façade of the rough girl she was wearing for a moment disappeared and Alfie could see a very young girl whose nightmare was about to start. He kissed her forehead.

"Soon, kid. Soon."

Nina closed her eyes and fall asleep again. That night, Alfie didn't leave his chair next to her bed. Maybe because she was tired or maybe because of the drugs, but Nina slept peacefully until the next morning.

Three nights later, doctors allowed Nina to leave the hospital. And in front of the cameras, that very night, she was officially introduced as the new victor of the Hunger Games.

Alfie and Rose were looking at her from behind the cameras.

"Do you remember the promise you made me years ago, luv? If one of my tributes became a victor you…"

"Yes, Al. I do remember and I'm going to do it. I'm going to protect her, I swear for you."

"Why do you swear for me?"

"Because you're the most important thing I know. She'll be safe."

"Do you know that I married the best woman?" he said barely stroking her cheek with his finger.

"Really?" Rose couldn't help but smile "Is she happy?"

"I want to believe that she is."

"Are you happy?"

"I am. Right now, I'm very happy," he answered.

"Then she's happy, too."

They smiled at each other but any expression of love waited until the end of the night. After the celebrations with the whole team in the ninth floor and when they finally allowed themselves to forget the horrors of the games for at least one night.

Victory Tour. Six months later.

Nina found Alfie cleaning the windows of his house that morning. He also swept the floors and fixed his crackled door.

She could help but smiled as she approached him.

"Is this because the cameras are arriving today or because certain stylist will be here as well?"

"Can't a man clean his own house just because?"

"He can, but you can't fool me, Alfie."

"Oh, shut up. Go and take care of that beast of yours."

"Who? Winston? But he's a lovely boy!"

Winston was a stray black cat that appeared one morning, few weeks after Nina started to live in the Victor's village and never leave because she adopted him. Alfie used to say that the cat and Nina had the same mood.

"He's adorable. You just don't know how to understand him."

Alfie rolled his eyes and pointed to her with the broom. "Prepare yourself, kid. Times fly and the train will be here soon."

Nina nodded and waved at him, but she didn't entered her house, but kept walking towards the town. He didn't know where she was going exactly, but he trusted that Nina will be there just in time for the first presentation after the games.

The rest of the morning and early afternoon, he finished the chores and allowed himself to take a shower and a nap before the arrival.

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A cold wind hit Rose's face when she got out of the train. She was finally in district 9. Alfie was right about the clear sky. Even if it was winter, sun was shining that day and an infinite blue sky was over her. Not high-rise buildings not stupid neon lights. Winter meant very few hours of light, so soon she was going to witness one of those starry nights that Alfie talked about more than once, too.

Alissa was very excited. She was giving orders to the rest of the crew about how they need to behave and what to do. A hairdresser and a make-up artist were with both women, ready to show Nina to the Capitol. And everything needed to be perfect. Not only that day but for the next two weeks as well.

Nina was in her house when the whole committee arrived and so was Alfie. He was trying to explain to her what to expect from Caesar, who was no one but the visible face of the Capitol.

Alissa almost drowned Nina in her arms and told her repeatedly how beautiful she was and how happy she was to see her again. The girl smiled at her, but probably wished she'd release her. Alissa wasn't a bad person, but was too enthusiastic for someone like Nina. Rose just greeted her with a short but warm hug. And probably because the makeup artist and the hairdresser were there, Alfie only gave her a handshake. But the eyes of the lovers spoke for them.

Her house smelled like cookies. Rose figured it out that Nina, same as Alfie, also liked baking, it made sense considering that the flour that whole Panem enjoyed were from district 9.

"Are you ready for today?"

"Not at all. You know that this isn't my thing. I prefer not to do it."

"At least it'll be quick, sweetheart. You just need to show them how happy you are, answer a couple of stupid questions and that's all. Tomorrow in district 12, it'll be more or less the same. They just expect a couple of smiles and empty words."

"As usual."

"Yes, as usual. You can do this. And I have a suprise for you. Well, not for you exactly, but someone told me," she said looking at Alfie "that you're not living alone so, I did something for your man."

Rose opened her suitcase and gave Nina a little shirt and a bowtie for Winston. They didn't know Winston's opinion but for them, he looked adorable when she put the clothes on him. Things like that made the Capitol citizens melt. And in the future, it will help her to get sponsors for the future tributes. People loved cute things and they knew it.

Winston was ready and so was Nina. No pompous dresses this time, just a nice pair of pants and a beautiful jacket.

Despite the animosity towards the whole show around the Games, Nina managed quite well her brief interview with Caesar and as it was expected, they loved Winston and his bowtie, although the cat ran inside the house as soon as he can.

Nina did the same when Caesar finished his questions.

"It's over for now, kid," Alfie said. "Tomorrow we're going to start your tour in District 12."

"I prepared some cards with what you need to say," Alissa interrupted "just read them and you'll be okay. Every district prepare a little celebration for you."

She nodded. "Okay."

Alissa was about to say something else but this time was Alfie who interrupted her "Let her rest. This bullshit can be tiresome and the next days will be chaotic."

Fortunately for Nina, she agreed. Soon there were no one else in her house but she and Winston.

The train provided Alissa, the hairdresser and the makeup artist food, bed and bathrooms. In theory, Rose should be with them but she wasn't.

As soon as they left Nina's house, Alfie offered her to show the surroundings and she accepted. Alissa knew the truth behind his words, so she rushed the rest of the crew to the train.

Finally alone, he took her hand and guided her to his house. It was the same as Nina's house but the decorations were quite different.

Rose saw the picture of a middle aged woman with blue eyes and brown hair. Her factions were very similar to his, so she correctly assumed that she was his mother.

"She was nice."

"She was, yeah. And a good person, too."

"I'm sure she was proud of you."

"Of what? There's no much of me, she'd be proud of."

"Proud of the man you are, Alfie."

Finally he took her face between his hands and kissed her. They saw each other the previous month but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

"I waited long enough to do this," he said against her mouth.

"Do it again, then."

Taking her to his bed, to his own bed, it felt different. The tribute centre that welcomed them every year or even the house she rented first, and bought then, to be with him every month it wasn't the same. That place, that room as modest as it was compared to the other two, it felt intimate. And he had dreamt more than once about it.

And she had a similar idea.

"I don't want to go," Rose said in his arms, later. "I want to stop time here. Tell me you can do that."

"I can't. I wish I can."

Both knew that Nina's victory was against all odds. It was going to be almost impossible to get another victor from that district soon.

"I'm planning a rebellion," she finally confessed to him. "Eva talked to Tigris and she gave me the address of this man: Aberama Gold. I heard his name one of the times I went to the suburbs. He's a kind of governor there. But I never saw him."

"I figured it out. And it's a dangerous game, luv. But I support it and I know people who can support it, too," he said "But I didn't know that The Capitol had an underworld."

"It has one. The black sheep of the Capitol. The evil twin. The one you hide from the world… but it's there even if you pretend it's not. And it's a very interesting world. Snow killed Gold's wife, it won't be hard to convince him even if he has a price. Probably it will take us a couple of years, but… it's necessary."

"Do you think we can win?"

"Realistically speaking, odds aren't in our favour, Al. We have only one opportunity."

"One is better than zero."

"You're right," she said kissing him, "yet, until that happens, let me enjoy my time here. Next to you." Rose cuddled up against his body and allowed herself to relax as he caressed her hair.

"Do you think there is a universe where we are together for good? An universe where I wake up every day of my life and you're there next to me?" She asked, hiding her head in his chest.

"Maybe. Why not? And If it exists, then that Alfie is the luckiest man on Earth."

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Next morning while district 12, was preparing the arrival of the new victor. While Lucy Winters and Tommy Shelby were talking with the Mayor and while the people were arriving at the main square. Beyond that, in what people thought it was the ruins of district 13, a man was alone in his office.

He was the president of district 13. A man with high morals and integrity. A man who was born not long after the Dark Days and grew up to see almost every single one of the Hunger Games. At his 60s, he knew enough of life to recognise when the winds of change were approaching.

People were tired. He has several people in the Capitol informing him about the news. And he didn't need an informant or an oracle to know that the districts were ready to take the guns.

He won his place. And he was ready to leave the shadows and reign Panem. But not yet. Not yet. He waited that long, he could wait a bit more.

Time and God, were always there.

A smile appeared on the face of Chester Campbell.

Next

[neochan]

≡ 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 (𝐇.𝐑𝐉, 𝐋.𝐌𝐇, 𝐙.𝐂𝐋, 𝐋.𝐃𝐇)

「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ fae!mark lee, fae!huang renjun, fae!lee haechan, fae!zhong chenle ft. mentions of fae!jaemin, fae!jeno & fae!jisung

≣ content warning ⋮ some arguing but other than that, nothing.

≣ a.note ⋮ i'm thinking about turning this into a fic/series so like. . . please tell me if this interests you. i have characters in my head. plot. and everything. of course it would include smut but this is such a refreshing, fun, light concept. also i wrote this so fast so please disregard any mistakes.

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"it's strictly forbidden."

chenle's glacial tone reaches through the depths of surrounding fae. it wasn't a statement; it was a command. one that no one would dare to break. except for -

"forbidden by a rule made thirty millennia ago." mark speaks up, shifting in the silver-backed throne, "by ancestors who are no longer in power, may i remind you."

chenle grits his teeth but bites his tongue. he couldn't disagree with mark, at least not out loud.

another boy yawns - his figure draped across his pure gold throne as if it were a couch. "i'm with lele. humans aren't supposed to step foot in high fae court."

renjun, another fae sitting off to the left, speaks up. "hyuck, sit. up. straight."

the younger boy grumbles, but obliges and rights himself. his boots hit the checkered tile with a loud thump that rings out through the open ceiling.

marks wings transition from translucent to a dark shade of purple when he stands up and starts pacing.

maybe they were right. it was forbidden. but wasn't the whole point of his role as the oldest high fae to change rules. better them? times have turned for fucks sake. didn't chenle understand that?

renjun pipes up again, "i think mark makes some good points. the rule is very old."

"oh shush up jun. you'll follow anything he says." a stony glare erupts on chenles face.

"sorry for wanting to progress our lands. i know you're still stuck in the past."

chenle all but leaps from his throne, "don't you dare speak of my past as if you know- "

"ENOUGH!"

marks command ceases all speech and the two bickering boys settle back in their thrones. chenle wants nothing more than to drag renjun through the dirt, but this was not the time, and one look from haechan solidifies that.

"this court was not made for arguing. do that later. right now we need to solve this issue." the purple wings flutter as a shiver runs through marks body, "we're running out of time."

"how are we supposed to decide anything with half a court?" haechan mumbles to no one in particular.

"jeno, jaemin, and jisung are caught up with individual matters." mark sighs, "since this is time sensitive, we have no choice but to decide ourselves."

"well i vote against it. having a human - having her, come stay with us... we're separated for a reason." chenle stands up and grabs the long sheathed knife at the foot of his royal seat. "that's my vote. now if you don't mind, may i be excused." he clenches his jaw. he hated having to ask permission to leave the court - it was humiliating.

mark throws a hand in the air and dismisses him, "very well."

spinning on his heel, chenle exits the room swiftly. if he stayed one minute longer, blood would have been spilled.

"renjun?" mark asks without looking in his directions.

the blonde headed boy shrugs, "i have no problem with her coming here. in fact, i would love to be a host to someone other than fae. it'd be refreshing." his voice carries through the rafters, lily blossoms blooming in it's wake - the spring courts gift.

haechan doesn't wait to be asked. "i'll agree on one condition."

marks rolls his eyes, "what?"

"she can't step foot in my court. let her be with you all she pleases," haechan shoots a glance at renjun who was picking at his nails, "and renjuns too. but i want nothing to do with her."

"deal." the confirmation flies from marks mouth faster than it should have. "then it's set. she's coming here to stay for. . . i don't know how long."

renjuns curiosity would never be tamed. "when will she arrive?"

mark looks almost nervous when he answers - brows pulled together and knitted in worry. his lips pucker and he fidgets with the end of his tight-fitted tunic.

". . . tomorrow morning."

the only reply is haechans amused snort.

[moonstruckdraws]

The Red Queen

An alternate version of Vera! @hellishgayliath daughter I've been drawing nonstop (this being no exception)

like always, this is a spiel so- yeah

Ever since looking back at my first sketch of her in this red dress a few days ago, my brain started to trail off to "what ifs" & one of these is what if Vera was bitter & frustrated to the extreme in contrast to her current self is improving from the event.

But the premise is that Vera would become a mob boss herself! While not as reknown as Big Mama, is still a bigger threat (compared to the smaller mobs like in that one episode in Hueso's restaurant)

I don't know how she'd be pushed over this edge to where she'd stop caring about others (being a therapist & all) & I won't even try lol. But in this version, it starts off with the break up (with my assumption of how she would handle it in my other post; compared to her actual reaction would be) & I'd imagine she'd just tear up the room before going to her own living quarters.

Being one of Big Mama's lovers, & a temporary model for the Grand Nexus's advertising, I'd imagine that their breakup would be talked about & Vera would probably start being bombarded at work; unable to take off from work. Maybe she'd start spiraling then? She'd fall off the face of the earth for a while before rumors of a borzoi mob boss rising up starts to become the talk of the city. Of course, I'm sure this would intrigue Big Mama or something, but Vera wouldn't announce her identity. & Idk, that's all I got lol

Aight lil details & facts this Vera would have

Vera's favorite color is ruby/scarlet, so I think her keeping this dress & making iconic look fits. It'd also tie into it being a constant reminder of when things took a turn for the worse & her trust in someone important to her was shattered. Also a funfact about her, by Helli, is that apparently she doesn't wear purple anymore; only wore the color when with Big Mama, aside for makeup. This version of her despises the color & refuses to have any hues of it near her as it reminders her of that Spider. It's why her make up is now red as well. It's also red because blood blends into it well :] (was gonna name her the Blood Queen, but that sounded a too much for Vera; also Red Queen to reference Helli calling Vera that in the first post I made of her)

I don't know how Vera feels about Big Mama fully (aside for wondering if Big Mama was pretending the whole time or not) in the sense of if she's over her. This version is probably less over her than the original, hating her guts but forever thinking of the past. Unlike the original, this version would probably carry any memories of those days with her (on good days) like the cloaking broach. She also has eye creases because tears & probably being more addicted to coffee.

Her being a therapist means she a smart cookie in psychology (i believe so), so she'd definitely use that to her advantage. Being able to see signs of lying, finding spies in her minions, etc.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, she burns things; burning things like her burning rage

I image this would be her first major appearance, setting a fire. Idk, I just wanted to draw it lol (lil fact that I drew most of this earlier today in my notebook because there was nothing to dooooo)

And yeah, that's it. Very out of character, but hey that's what alternate versions are right? :D Don't mind me, just my brain running on nothing but thoughts.

[genopaint]

Last but not least for September: Week 39! Alright! Week 39!

As always you can follow me on twitter where they’re posted daily

And read more info on each of them below the cut

Daily Dragon #266 - Horned Salamander

These big chubby lizards are famous for being lazy, often found sleeping wherever their nests are. However larger members of their species have shown the ability to withstand any type of elemental damage. Ranging from Fire to Ice and beyond

Daily Dragon #267 - Blue Dragon

ANOTHER dragon I knew I wanted to do from the very start. I still LOVE this game and it's always to treat to come back and draw Shu and the Blue Dragon again... Maybe eventually I'll draw the other teammates too lol

Daily Dragon #268 - Stutter

Full name, "Studdley Windwave the 3rd". Their friends just call them Stutter because of their stuttering problem they like to tease them for.

This is another dragon redraw!! This time of this funny fella! I drew them once or twice and never really did anything with them. In fact, the name Stutter is brand new. So that's neat. Idk what powers they have... uuuuuh. they're cute that's good enough

Daily Dragon #269 - Spiked Dragon

When living in areas with particularly light sand, these dragons can blend right in and be quite a problem for desert wanderers and occasionally even beach-goers.

This is a redraw of THIS dragon from 2016! Not my most ground breaking dragon but I wasn't feeling SUPER creative today so I thought it'd work good enough. Hope you like the redesign!

Daily Dragon #270 - Dragon Kazooie

I haven't played Banjo Tooie yet but I am kind of in love with Kazooie and I do sort of like dragons a little bit... Hmmmm

Daily Dragon #271 - Dragon Czar

A large, powerful beast. The Dragon Czar is famous for its blue flames and purple scales. It can be either friend or foe at a moments notice, but you never want to be on its bad side.

Another alt medium one! This one is made entirely out of cut up scraps of construction paper! While this may have been one of the most entertaining to see come together, getting it all to sit perfectly for the picture was a NIGHTMARE lmao. Hopefully you all like how it came out!

I accidentally breathed wrong and destroyed it so I decided to also share how it looked split apart! here's all the individual parts! 9 sheets of paper used, and I managed to use one of each color EXCEPT for green! Are you proud of me for showing restraint?

[twig-gy]

sometimes you imagine what it'd be like if heart succeeded.

it always goes the same way: soul digs and digs and digs. his hands stain with dirt just like they've stained with blood. he places your body down, with the gentleness he would only give to one person [if He could be called such]. he smooths the dirt over it. then, soul summons a headstone, with only one thing inscribed: harmonia.

[id: an image split in half horizontally. the top half is black with a noose, except the loop is a target. it's red except for the target which is half purple. the bottom half is white with angular text in all caps reading "remember he's the only reason you're still alive". the last three words are blue. "he's" is orange, except the s, which is partly red. /end id]

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SSO infection AU :3

(@samanthawd, making an another post because it's lonngg af) (CW// description of corpses and such >:3c) For context; ->Every time a "Najma" and/or "Al Fahr" is mentioned, they're just my OCs, I didn't proof read or anything i had to translate LMAO (from French to English) ->Imane (Jorvik's gazette girl) is the one who keep the journal ->The virus is from Aideen herself, found in a mysterious cave. ->Individuals with Kallters' blood can't be infected.

How it'd spread; I didn't have the will to search correctly, so it's mostly by body fluids, like the flu. Stages of the infections; ->Stage one; Got bitten or infected by contact with fluids from infected individuals (by saliva is the most common case) Experiment is still conscious and lucid, reacts as average as its species. Symptoms take a few days before appearing. ->Stage two;  Experiment starts losing its focus and has an even shorter attention span than the last test. No physical changes except a lack of sensations in the limbs as they start to get purple, black (rotting). It's apparently painful, but the experiment seems to lose consciousness at least 4 times a day. (might be infectious at stage 2, no one can confirm since there is no case reporting an infected from a stage 2 infected.) -> Stage three; IS NOW INFECTIOUS ! If the subject is lucky, it will not lose its limbs, instead, bones are now apparent, if not, the rotting will eat them alive until death( 10% of the infected fails to properly develop and dies from the rotting at stage 2). The apparent bones will remain as the patient will lose all its consciousness, driven by its will to make its body survive. It means feeding itself by any means. Recommended to kill the experiment at its stage before it becomes too powerful. CAUTION; Still infectious and most of the time HOSTILE, please don’t approach any infected alone and without weapons or a mask. ->Stage four; Hostile, will do anything to reach its final stage and find a pack, especially for infected horses. Humans tend to be more… “Lucid” at that state and, most of the experiments tried hiding while hunting for small animals, not being hostile to their cherished ones. ->Stage five; Some experiments survive (up to 10% can pass the fifth stage) to stage 4 rotting and hunting, making them evolve as they can reproduce (Split ?). Highly dangerous and unpredictable. Are always encountered in packs, BE EXTRA CAREFUL! AVOID ANY ENCOUNTER ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Now a few entries i did in Imane's journal :3)) Lisa and Starshine ; The ones who discovered the first infected, Lisa is being brave about it, I’m not sure why, but she decided to take everything in charge, even if most of us aren’t really reassured by Lisa’s mental health. Starshine fell from a cliff a few days before finding the first infected. He’s injured, but fine. He reassures as much as he can, but I’m not sure he’ll survive this. His left rear hoof is still in bad shape.

Alex and Tin Can ; Take part in every exploration outside Valedale (our shelter) with the team… Tin Can always stay with us, in case something happens… We noticed that their thunder powers are very efficient to kill the infected ! Sad we didn’t get Sabine with us, her fire would’ve been so helpful… Linda and Meteor ; Meteor cheers up everyone with Tin Can, helps Linda and Rhiannon take care of the injured. She been searching a cure with the druids, without much success. Anne and Concorde ; Anne helped the exploration team thanks to her portals, she seems to enjoy the fact that Sabine is missing, and she’s in good shape. Hope she could talk more tho.

Katja and Mortifa ; Barrier helpers and helps to build walls with their ice powers. I’ve never seen a blind mare doing this well in combat… But as for her dark rider… Katja disappeared after everyone was safe in Valedale… No one knew where she was going. Probably trying to find the remains of Sabine and Khaan ? She’s really distressed, always on her nerves… She had at least 3 meltdowns, Jay started to get pissed off at her… I’m pretty sure they regret it. Katja’s fine, isn't she ? Herissa and Nihili (?) ; Nihili is still missing, but Herissa pleads, she still have the connection with her stallion… Najma and Alex decided to search for him. Herissa is a pain in the ass when Sabine isn’t here to put her back at her place… Except this… The girl’s fine, more than fine, she’s jumping everywhere and helps everyone (surprisingly) Jay (Jessica) and Acerbus ; Reported missing after a few days with us, supposedly with M. Sands. Sabine and Khaan ; Both found infected by Najma during an exploration in Jorvik City, DO NOT APPROACH ! Her magic is still active, that’s why Katja still hopes to cure her. Najma and Al Fahr ; (They’re my OCs :3) Al Fahr being a good endurance horse, confident in himself and his hooves,  and Najma being more than determined to find Sabine and bring her back makes them good leaders for the exploration team. Najma’s… acting odd since the infection started, I don’t know how to describe it but… Something’s off, she knows something that we don’t. Rania and Delingr ; Missing. Linda said we should search for her and her mothers… We already found Elaine, she reported that her wife is dead and Delingr brought Rania to security in the Wildwoods. I hope they’re both okay… Imane and Sahara ; Hi ! I’m the girl writing this journal ! Me and Sahara are fine, thanks to Najma and her magic… We were on the ferry for Fort Pinta when we saw our first infected ! Avalon ; He’s fine, his grumpy self… He leads very well the resistance and the druids in it, except for his brother of course. Evergray ; He sadly lost his right arm after  he fought Khaan to prevent the infection. He seems okay though, no symptoms, thanks to Linda and Elaine. M. Sands ; ??? (Linda and Najma are suspicious of him, i don’t know if i should write this…) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ and voilà, sorry for the grammar :(

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it'd absolutely make my day too some makokuu from you (i loved that illustration of them im insane about them)

what about some domestic makokuu 👀 them spending time together at home :3 no pressure ofc

Help I know I asked for saiki k requests TWO months ago and I had a really fun idea for an illustration, but my brain is a smooth cube. so that idea stays up in the air.

For now take a really quick silly crack doodle about one of the many possibilities I think Kusuke/Makoto telling Saiki/Teruhashi would go. Spoiler alert: it’s hilariously horrible.

(Saiki thinks they’re messing with them and Teruhashi is seething. Are they pranking them? Who knows.)

And ya know what? Beneath the cut take my redesigns of these guys and my notes for them because I made several months ago ‘cause I haven’t touched them since :(

Warning: I talk a lot.

A quick note! These designs aren’t meant to say ‘fix’ the original-they’re just for fun! Even if I think elements of mine look better, clearly the original works and are well loved. Also I’m not especially fond of these anyways JAJSJANW

Saiki doesn’t change much other than his palette is a more balanced. Also I really like designing hair, and wanted the idea that Saiki really tries to sleek it down to something very generic and unassuming, but the hairpins get stuck in the way and his hair sorta moves outwards from there. Continuing the idea that his powers make him subtly less normal. It also accidentally made him look A LOT more like his parents, oops.

Also I drew a comparison from his canon hair to his redesign, because I didn’t think it was particularly clear until side by side.

Also I actually gave this one a proper illustration lol.

Teruhashi’s design was actually partly inspired by @lu-kario’s human mlp designs because they’re really good :^ She’s also pretty standard except her hair and color (which I’m not too satisfied with.)

I like the idea of the Teruhashi Siblings being a bit supernatural, so along with weird shine effects, they also get constant wind effects! Like in all the anime where they have flowing hair at just the right times even though it wasn’t windy at all before? Yeah! Except that’s more Makoto’s thing while the shine stays Kokomi’s.

Also what ethnicity are these characters now? To me they’re still Japanese, but I think people don’t ever use a range of skin tones for the same ethnicity. But really these are just fun designs I didn’t really think too hard.

Kusuke! He was the first one I did and an absolute PAIN. He was also the reason I did this, because as much as I love Saiki K and respect the author, I just got to know what is going on with his debut clothes.

Well not like I did that much better… Kusuke is stuck with four alt palettes because I can’t decide which shade of weird yellow and purple to make his head and gown (I’ve resolved to draw his hair a different shade of yellow in every drawing.) His eyes also match Saiki with purple eyes, because I think they look better lmao.

Also, that’s his Cambridge gown he’s wearing. And fun fact-they have a great amount of rules on what color does gowns get an accent of based off what subject people are taking! I decided to not think too hard on that and just gave him a better looking gown.

And I really like the hair I gave him, the original to me just lacks a bit of anime shape style. Also his headgear is shaped like a graduation hat now lol.

He also has a silly little doodle for what he’d look like with his lab coat. It’s not here, but I like to think he always puts a ponytail up!

Last and also least xp, Makoto! He’s uhh about the same with the points I said with Teruhashi. Just very angular now. I swear I tried to design a better fashion for Makoto but I just ended up with the same.

I tried to style his hair how Japanese celebrities would, but I don’t know if I succeeded. His hair as I said is constantly blowing to the left lol. Also he has a hair clip now! In my head Kusuke gives him a telepathy canceller disguised as a hairclip.

Also anyone can draw or get inspired by these designs if you wanted lol Though I don’t really like these, I still use these hairstyle for drawing them cause I think they look cool lol.