#female belos

[beejbsbswiwisnsnwwk]

Gender bend Belos 😳

[franki-lew-yo]

Eve and the Witnits - various adventures of Adultery

There's gotta be a better way to say that...

90% of the reason this AU exists is an excuse to draw Caleb with a beard.

Just me messing around

[fearyandear]

No, I can't fix them.

But I can tragically die after being betrayed by them,

Killed by their own hand,

Leaving a wound in their heart that torments them for the rest of eternity and has them scrambling,

Sleepless,

Driven mad,

Rushing to get rid of the pain,

To revive me by any means possible,

To hold me again and win back some form of forgiveness in my arms because they still loved me when they did it,

They STILL LOVE ME AS I HAUNT THEM,

A journey that only compromises more of their rusting, ironclad morals

And ultimately causes them to destroy everything they thought they'd protect,

Becoming a villain that is worse than what they started as.

[avtvmnalvibes]

Fallin’ For Ya

A/N: Hi y’all!! This is my first fic I’m posting to tumblr. I have my AO3 account in my bio, and you can find all my previous fics + this one posted there. Shoutout to @dopp-likes-yanderes because one of the asks on their blog inspired this fic this past May, and it’s been sitting half finished in my google docs account from now until today. Thank you for giving me your blessing to post this!! Also note that I’m on mobile so if anything is formatted really weird that’s the culprit. Happy Valentine’s Day everybody!!

CW: female!reader, biblical references, Philip being a Puritan

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Philip Wittebane was seething.

His day had started out as it normally did these days. Go to the market, limp about, look pathetic in hopes of finding some abominable creature to trick into being his sacrifice. It had taken a turn for the worse however when the brother’s of that disappointment Blue Fang had shown up and demanded both payment and information, taking his journal and taunting him. He kept up the act, inwardly calculating whether they could be reasoned with or tricked, or whether or not he could kill them without repercussions, when he had been saved by a foolhardy young witch who was oddly eager to accompany him. Her knowledge of the Collector made her easier prey then he ever could have hoped for, and he had decided that things were finally coming up Wittebane, when suddenly.

“…and this is my Aunt uh….Dirtrude and uh-“

“(Y/N) will do just fine, Luzura.”

He felt something creep up his spine, both pleasant and unpleasant, turned his gaze slightly to the side, and felt his mouth fall open.

Caleb was laughing from beyond the grave, he knew it. In fact, if he didn’t know any better, he would say that Caleb had orchestrated this, some supernatural, eternal, annoying older brother ability to push him to his limits. Because there, in front of him, stood the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen in his life. Pure temptation, the likes of which he had only heard in sermons and in his brother’s voice when he talked about her.

Hence the seething.

He listened to ‘Luzura’ chatter on about something about crabs, or toe-gres, or something else of little consequence compared to the emotions he was trying to keep at bay. He was NOT like Caleb. Caleb had been weak, he had succumbed to temptation, fornication, and witchcraft. Philip was a good, God-fearing man, who would take a HUMAN wife, thank-you-very-much and be fruitful with HER.

His internal rant was broken up by a shriek, and he came to as someone crashed into his back. Hands clutched onto his chest and back, perfume filling the air, and he pushed down the sharp, breath-catching arousal that came with the feeling. He turned around sharply, gripping her waist with aggression, hard enough to bruise, and was stopped short before he could react in any way shape or form.

Her kerchief, the one that had been tied round her head, had slipped in her fall, and had revealed her ears.

Her round ears.

He finally allowed the attraction that he had been fighting back to flood his body, and he felt his blood coursing through his veins, warming him and turning his brain foggy as he stared at the woman, the human woman in front of him. The very sensations he had been attempting to drown out just seconds ago were allowed back. The feel of her body, warm beneath his, the scent of her. He had never been so aroused in his entire life, and all he could do was internally crow to his brother, to beyond the grave.

“See? I can only be tempted by a human woman! You who so quickly gave into a mistress of Satan, a follower of the Devil, but not me!”

His focus was returned by the sound of her voice, her face so close to his that he could feel her breath across his face and neck.

“Oh, Mr. Wittebane, are you alright? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that, I-“

“Don’t trouble yourself for one second Miss (Y/N), I assure you, I am not in the least bit angry.”

She seemed taken aback at this, and tilted her head to the side.

“….You’re not?”

He grinned, giddier than he ever had as a boy, and wound his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her close to him and delighting in the way her face flushed and breath quickened.

“On the contrary! My dear Miss (Y/N), I have but one question; why didn’t you tell me that you too were human?”

She paled, one hand darting up to cover her ear, and he found that he quite preferred her flustered to frightened.

“I’m terribly sorry for deceiving you Mr. Wittebane but, well…you know better than anyone how hard it can be for a human on the Boiling Isles. Besides, we didn’t know whether you would take kindly to another human…so we elected that it was best to hide it.”

We…we? Oh! Right. He’d been so enraptured that he’d forgotten that they had company. He looked over to their other traveling companions and found that they had reassured themselves of her well-being when he had caught her and had begun to amble ahead, moving slowly so as not to leave them behind.

“I understand Miss (Y/N). You’re quite right of course; I know the trials a human on the Boiling Isles faces all too well. I must confess to being a tad offended that you could think me hostile towards other humans, however the logical side of me understands your caution and finds it prudent.”

She turned her face up to him, her chin resting on his chest as she faced him fully, and he felt something within his chest clench. Dear God…

“Your forgiveness is deeply appreciated Mr. Wittebane.”

“Philip. Please.”

He spoke before he could stop himself, words spilling over his lips, which he clamped shut before any more of the contents of his heart and mind could be revealed.

He saw a flush rise up her cheeks, and felt one of his own creep up to match, heart pounding desperately in his chest she had to have felt it given her proximity.

“Alright Mr.- Philip. Then you must call me (Y/N). No ‘Miss’ in front of it. Just (Y/N).”

He grabbed her hand and raised it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and lingering, savoring the moment as if it was the last meal he would ever receive.

“(Y/N)….it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She exhaled shakily, eyes wide and lips parted, and Philip Wittebane swore he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Like Adam before Eve, he had never felt such an assured sense of belonging to someone in his whole life.

“Hey, are you guys alright back there? You’ve been standing still for like, 10 minutes.”

He turned his head to look behind him, and saw Luzura staring at them with an expression of concern on her face, Dirtrude next to her still scribbling away in her little notebook and muttering something about ‘Deadwardian Balustrades’.

“We’re just fine Luz,”

(Y/N) called out, and he took a great deal of satisfaction in the breathiness of her voice.

That satisfaction was quickly replaced by disappointment and annoyance as she left his hold and his arms, though he was reassured slightly by her catching his arm as she walked past, holding onto the sleeve of his coat as they walked side by side.

“So…Philip. How much longer until we get to where we’re headed?”

Luzura’s voice piped up. For a moment Philip prepared to create the transportation circle of glyphs, body several steps ahead of him, when suddenly, he did what he was best at; he thought. And in this brief moment of thought, his mind stalling his body before he could move to scratch a single glyph into the dirt beneath his feet, he came up with a plan. It was a little rushed admittedly, and less a full fledged plan as much as it was a little subterfuge that he would use to shape the rest of the events that followed into the result he desired, but still. When the result would be marrying the woman he was increasingly sure was the yoke mate that William Whately had described in his sermon The Bride Bush, how could he resist enacting it?

“Oh dear! The time we spent lingering back there has cost us. I’m afraid we won’t make it before nightfall.”

Everyone’s faces morphed into varying degrees of horror and dismay.

“But it’s not safe to travel during the night! And we’re too far from Bonesborrough to head back now!”

Dirtrude’s voice was shrill with panic, eyes darting around as if she could see imaginary creatures swooping in and carrying them off as they attempted to travel safely. Perfect.

“Thankfully, I’ve explored these stretches of woods many times before. I know a safe place to spend the night nearby. I often find I’d rather risk the cruelty of nature as opposed to that of the townspeople.”

The whole party looked at him in pity, and he felt a thrill as (Y/N) laid her other hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention to her as she gazed up at him.

“How far away is this place?”

“Not far. A little ways behind us, but not enough that we shan’t reach it before the sun sets, and not so out of the way that it will inconvenience us when we get our start tomorrow.”

(Y/N) looked around at her companions, conferring silently with them until she nodded and turned her attention back to him.

“Lead the way then Philip.”

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Philip wrote in his journal, his work illuminated by the fire they had set for warmth. His description of (Y/N) was coming along nicely, her temperament and mannerisms unfolding easily beneath his pen.

He looked over to his side, and saw her face illuminated by the fire, resting and peaceful.

“Soon neither of us shall have to worry about any danger the Boiling Isles have to offer.”

He muttered, as he began a few detailed sketches of her. Her as she lay beside him now, her blushing as she looked up at him, her face broken out into a smile.

“Bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh.”

Never before had the meaning of the Word of God seemed so clear to him. William Whately’s words rang through his head once again, his teachings on the virtues necessary for marriage striking a chord beyond the academic and theological interest he had once observed the sermon with.

“We’ll find our way home (Y/N), don’t fret. Once I’ve rid this world of evil, I’ll be able to take you home to Gravesfield and marry you.”

He blew gently on the ink to dry it, observing her likeness fondly as he turned to gaze upon the real thing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Sweet dreams my love.”

[creators-island]

I'm going to put this here...

part 5

part 7 i guess??

[ravingbeauties13]

Beloe Zlato - Подружка моя // My female friend

[ask-machi-the-mewtwo]

Huehuehue hopping in on the trend >:D

[hex-wittebane]

Peepaw

I was literally possessed and couldn't do anything until these three doodles were done. Hyacinth by @catboymoments showed up in my "For You", I had a vision, and this is what the vision was. Dadleb Wittebane has been blessed with yet another Grimwalker to give his love to (and he can twin with this one!! Without them being mean like some other Grimwalker *cough* hayden *cough*) Maybe one day Hayden Wittebane's story will get out of my drafts, but for now! You can all thank the fact that I was scrolling on "For You" for this pleasant meme/meeting/thing. Dialogue under the cut and in Image descriptions!

[Left Image top left corner states Hyacinth Park by catboymoments Caleb "Dadleb" Wittebane + Hayden Wittebane by @hex-wittebane] Hayden, about Hyacinth: Just like their Peepaw. Caleb, suddenly stops spinning Hyacinth and is angry: Call me "peepaw" again. I dare you. Hayden, off screen:

PEEPAW

Caleb sets Hyacinth down off screen and starts chasing Hayden: You might have given me these prosthetics, but I will kick your Grimwalker ass with them!!! [Middle image, side one] Hyacinth, about a bloody shovel: Is this yours? I found it in the closet. Hayden: Ah... Yeah. Used it to bury the dead animals I tried to gift to Belos as a kid. He grounded me for the blood trails. Hyacinth: Boo! Hayden: Tell me about it! Caleb isn't cool either. He was afraid I'd be Belos^2... Want to go grave robbing? Hyacinth: Sure do! [Middle image, side two] ✨GRIMWALKER COVEN✨ [Image on the right] Final move to the dragon dance from ATLA but with Hyacinth and Caleb. And yes, it was Caleb's idea.

[kraviolis]

i can tell when the author of a fanfic im reading had a peaceful childhood

[karmadedd]

TRANSFEM BELOS ANYONE?!

(I made a transfem belos fic, go read it!)

Fact check for this one folks! This is a random idea I had about transfem Belos in one of those classic 'redemption' settings. Belos goes through the portal along with the kids and bunks with them in Luz's home, being antagonizing but relatively harmless toward them. - Think of those Belo's redemption fics where he goes through the portal and ends up with the kids and somehow realizes he's in the wrong - or she, in this case, I suppose

Tw: internalized transphobia, mentions of God/ biblical stuff (bc Belos has religious guilt real), Belos, misgendering, grossly inaccurate depictions of a panic attack.

This may or may not have multiple chapters.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The Lullaby

(This story is canon divergent.)

"One more song, mother? Just one more? Please?" Little Philip softly pleaded like a puppy in his bed as he watched Patience slowly open the door to slip out of his room.

Her first gentle song managed to put her oldest to sleep, the blonde resting his small head soundly on his pillow, but not her youngest, who's face gloomed with sadness to see her go.

His mother's lullabies were his favorite part of bed. He loved hearing her soft, soothing voice. It was music to his ears. Her singing always put a smile on his face as he fell asleep.

The brunette could listen forever.

A look of fondness formed on Patience's face at her son's request. Turning to face him, she gave Philip a gentle smile as her soft brown hues met his blue ones.

How could she deny a second song to such a sweet face?

The blonde replies with a small nod, gently shutting the door.

She'll have to connect with her husband later.

Philip emits a gasp, his eyes lighting up.

"YAY!" The small boy exclaims in excitement, to which Patience brings a finger to her lips as she approaches his bed.

"Shh! Not so loud, Philip. You don't wish to wake your brother, do you?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Mm-mm." Philip shakes his head. "Sorry," he whispers.

"It's alright," His mother tells him, her smile still remaining as she takes a seat on the small, wooden stool beside his bed.

"Are you ready?" Philip quickly nods, getting comfy under his covers. Clearing her voice, Patience starts to sing.

The lullaby is the same one her mother sang to her when she was small.

As she's singing, Philip smiles at her. He then let's out a small yawn. Hearing his mother's honey-like voice, he felt a sense of calmness in him.

He felt safe.

All was right.

Letting out a second yawn, Philip starts to slowly drift off.

When the song is done, Patience smiles softly as she sees her smallest son in a state of peaceful slumber.

A gentle kiss is pressed lovingly against his forward.

"Rest well, Philip," she wishes, petting his head. "I'll see you in the morning," And with that, she stands, making a quiet exit as she slowly shuts the door behind her.

Now both boys were sound asleep.

[beejbsbswiwisnsnwwk]

More gender bend Belos

AAHhUjHgHjBgFuHbHjsnebusshsbhsi FUCK

[birdisland]

I will never stop sharing this song. One of my favorite Eurovision entries ever.

[phantomskeep]

The animation in the last episode of TOH is just... AMAZING?!?! And Luz's Titan outfit is making me want to cosplay again im dYING KJSHFASKJFHD

The writing, the animation, the sweet ending?! THE HAPPY ENDING?!? It's been so long since I've watched a show that has an ACTUAL HAPPY ENDING THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

[basofy]

ive never seen a show be so shy to have their important characters be creatures than the 0wl house tbh

[iputhepinprincess]

HE'S A PRETTY, PRETTY, PRINCESS! 💖 👑

sketching………..