#first born au

[thelastarchangelaskblog]

First Born: What If? Werewolf AU

I am going ahead and posting what I have of my "what if Greyback bit Draco in sixth year?" AU. As it keeps running away from. Ah-hem.

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He didn’t want to wake up. It was warm and comforting, something blanketing him that soothed his worries and even the faint aches that nested in his bones. He didn’t want to wake.

Draco rolled towards that soft warmth, towards that heat, and wrapped himself around it. It smelled comforting, too. That familiar scent of parchment and ink and fabric; but there was something else in it that he couldn’t quite identify except that it was other.

…There was also the distinct smell of blood.

Draco’s eyes flew open, panic surging forward. His heart rabbited in his chest, and he jerked up, realizing belatedly that what he had been wrapped around was Wayne.

Wayne, who was staring at him, something lurking in his eyes that Draco couldn’t read and didn’t want to read.

No, no, no, no, no, no. What was he doing here?

Draco scrabbled away. Or he attempted to. Wayne grabbed hold of his shoulder and held him in place, grip immovable.

“Let go!” Draco tried to pry his grip off but Wayne wasn’t moving. “Wayne, let go. You have to go. You have to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Wayne’s voice was quiet. Something lurked on the edges of his voice, something much darker. But his immovable grip was somehow impossibly gentle, only holding Draco in place and refusing to be dislodged.

“Wayne.” Draco’s voice broke, and he swallowed. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t look away from Wayne’s face. “Please, please. I don’t – I don’t want to kill you.”

Wayne tilted his head, frowning slightly. “You won’t.”

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[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Yeah, I don't know about you, Fidds, but I'd fold at this 🙏

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[mkarchin713]

(Warning I am not fully versed on DC theology, please correct me if I am wrong. Also it is not my intention to insult anyone’s religious beliefs. I sincerely apologize if I do)

(Warning this gets a bit rambly)

Clockwork is not Chronos, but Time, the father of the Endless.

Danny is Constantine’s first born son whom he traded to Clockwork in exchange for decelerated aging.

Constantine was cursed by one of his enemies to believe he was not capable of having children so saw no issue with trading his “never going to exist” children for favors, not realizing he was fully capable of having children, but I digress.

Danny is the Ghost King. He rules the place between dimensions, the stuff that connects all the heavens, hells and godly abodes. Think of it like this, If each realm is an island the Zone is the ocean itself.

While Danny is not more powerful than Yahweh(?) It still isn’t wise to anger the Ghost King unnecessarily. Every being must pass through the Infinite realms to get from the living world to the immortal realms. This means if Danny declares war on heaven than no new souls will be able to enter heaven and no angels would be able to leave.

While Yahweh would probably win a one on one fight with Danny, the consequences of the fight would be catastrophic and it would be extremely difficult to win a war of attrition against an army of the once was, the could have been, and what never was.

The Infinity Realms are also home to conceptual beings and forgotten gods. Traditional gods are dependent on mortal belief to exist. If they are totally forgotten by the living they become citizens of the Infinite realms. With how many worlds that have lived and died with little to no contact with the rest of the universe the number of fallen gods is unknown.

Frankly fighting the Infinite Realms isn’t worth it in the end because all beings will eventually become citizens of the realms.

John Constantine was in prison.

No, not a normal, mortal prison. Those wouldn't be able to hold him like this one does.

No, he's imprisoned in the Infinity Realm.

The warden of the establishment is Walker, someone whose blood sings Witch Hunter.

If that wasn't bad enough, with every second, it gets worse. Angels decided to interfere in a realm not in possession of their God.

Who's idea was it to go against the Infintiy Realm? Are they nuts?

"John Constantine," One of the messangers steps forward. There is no weapon in sight, yet.

"Under the scrutiny of Heaven, we were sent to retrieve you for a trial." Their voice clipped, blond hair shimmering a soft green and John is sweating buckets.

"Your deals with various demon folk and such shall be judged unter gods court and—"

A loud bang echoes through the hall, Walker's men are surrounding the beings of heaven and particular brave soul steps forward.

The lad is young, can't be older than Bat's Robin. He walks with an air of authority, white hair floating against gravity's rules and towering before the flock of messangers.

"How dare—"

The boy, the godling– growls.

He blocks their view of Constantine, staring them down.

Some of the angels fall back, wings arched and ready for a fight, weapons still not in sight however.

"I am Phantom, King of God's of the Infinity Realm." The child with a title too much for such small shoulders bear, introduces himself.

It sends the flock into mild panic. Constantine is just a bit satisfied at the change.

"Returns to your god and tell him this, every Constantine bearing the title Laughing Magician is under my protection."

For such a small stature, his voice is booming, the command thinly veiled as a threat and icicles forming around him.

"Tell him that if he ever dares to breach my territory once more, I will not hesitate to call war upon heaven."

The main angel of the flock, the one that had read out Constantines sentence, hesitated only for a moment before urging the others to leave.

Posture stiff and movements jerky.

They didn't expect to be told off like this, John muses.

He only slightly dreads when phantoms attention drifts to him finally, a light knock on the metal bars and the whole wall was gone.

"Follow me, John Constantine."

And John does.

He'll sweet talk himself out of this on the way to his doom. Like always.

—

("Unpopular belief, but I actually quite like you." Danny had stated once in the garden, sitting on a table and drinking tea. John hadn't touched his cup nor desert at all, cannot trust those of the infinite after all.)

(A rip into the green before them had created a portal, a gateway.

"Leave, Laughing Magician. Hold onto that necklace, it will ward off anyone with the intent to harm and deals as a warning to those working for the immortal."

And as John steps forward, his eyes meet toxic green.

"We will see one another again, sooner or later. Farewell, Jester."

The portal spat him out in his apartment in New York, if it wasn't for the protection charm, Constantine would have believed it to be a mere dream. A warning.)

[bon-sides-sw]

Cal's account Pt1

Part 2

[primroseduck]

Saw GZEltingville Jerry Coachella fit and now I can’t stop drawing it…

[cubbihue]

I’m just picturing some background fairy quietly fuming because those damn Fairywinkle-Cosma’s keep getting all of these big celebrations. Like, first fairy baby born in a thousand years and THEN first godkid fairy-adopted in a thousand years?? this is unfair and they’re calling a union meeting.

Unless you were trapped in the basement of your anti-fairy counterpart for over 1,000 years, you’d know all about the Fairywinkle-Cosmas! They’re practically everywhere in Fairykind history!

Every Fairy’s pretty used to it at this point. They’re sorta like the Kardashians for the more older fairies. It can sometimes be pretty annoying to hear them on your tiktok feed when you’re not that into celebrities, though.

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[clarichi]

I swear, it only needs one person that's interested in this Cedric AU and I'll do it (and no, you don't get more context rn)

[roses-and-revolutions]

DP x DC prompt:

Daniel was seething. It's been a year since he left the league and they've already found him. Well, it was his mother who found him. Not that that was any better but at least it wasn't Grandfather.

It also shouldn't have taken him so long to dispose of those soldiers. They weren't even that capable. Far below his level and yet he struggled. He needed to resume his training soon or else he would become rusty.

He cursed himself for getting too comfortable with civilian life. Not that his life was comfortable, far from actually.

He had been adopted by a pair of mad scientist with no concept of lab safety; and for all the intelligence they had, they couldn't fathom how to properly take care of a child, leaving their daughter to take care of herself and now her newly adopted sibling!

He sighed. He was starting to get angry. He couldn't afford to get angry. Especially not at Jazz. She was only two years older than him and was doing her best. She's also the only good thing in his life right now meaning that he had to cherish her, not break her. (He wouldn't be like his brother)

His mind stayed on Jazz for a while before immediately increasing his speed. He really needed to resume his training. How could he be so slack to forget such a possibility! Daniel desperately hoped that his sister Jazz was okay and that they wouldn't dare.

Entering through his bedroom window he rushed straight to Jazz's bedroom. It was open. She wasn't there.

Daniel started to panic when he heard a muffed scream coming from downstairs. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In all honesty Daniel expected the worse. To see his sister Jazz dead on the floor, thick red gushing from her neck, the scent of blood in the air. And there was blood, it just wasn't her's.

Daniel always prided himself on having a vivid imagination. It was a great way to escape after an especially hard training session with his brother. But he would have never imagined this.

In the small, laughably suburban kitchen of the Fenton household was a sight to behold. In the air were two mangled bodies, unidentifiable if not for the league's emblem still visible on one of them. And on the wall was a splatter, a rather big one. It wasn't blood. It was too dark to be. But whatever it was was very unlucky.

In the center of the kitchen was Jazz. Her arms were outstretched, burning sigils rotating at the end of each palm. Her eyes glowed a bright icy blue.

Upon noticing him everything stopped. She looked fearful. Tears threatening to come forth.

"Wait I can explain, just don't tell mom or dad! Please!"

Daniel, still a bit shocked but not as much, simply walked into the kitchen towards the cupboard. Taking out a clean towel he unsheathed he sword and began to clean it.

He looked over his shoulder towards Jazz. She didn't look as scared but her eyes still held some fear. So he spoke, making sure the still bloody sword was in veiw.

"I won't tell if you don't." He flashed a grin his tiny fangs peaking out.

Jazz sighed as in the weight of the world was lifted off of her. She looked at him and smiled.

"Mom and Dad aren't going to be back for a while. Wanna help me clean up?"

[tangledinink]

Did leo deal with his pregnancy differently or was it the same as donnie?

Leo's pregnancy was very different from Donnie's! For him, quite frankly, the pregnancy was the easy part.

the really hard part came after.

[ ✩ the gemini ✩ ]

[royaltea000]

[jttw swk oc children] tried out giving them some new clothes but I dunno bout this one… 🤔

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[ping-ski]

unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality

au belongs to @pluck-heartstrings !! if u havent read or caught up u totally should <3 (sorry for the tag)

[cityzenshark]

I remember a part in a Korean show titled "Return of Superman" in its very early days where one of the dads who's a boxer talked about how media/government would refer him as either his Korean name or Japanese name. He's South Korean-Japanese mix. He's both, but to the two countries, he's only one of them. I can't imagine what's going through his head about that.

This makes me think how the Terrans are a perfect metaphor for mixed race people who felt like they belong yet don't belong anywhere at the same time. Or for people who are victims of groups forcing them to be something else to fit the latter's ideals.

The Terrans are techno-organic Transformers native to Earth. They are born on Earth, so they are essentially Earthlings. But they are forced to follow how Cybertronians perceive them: a hope for the future their race, not the Terrans' own. The unresolved human-Transformer fractured relationship makes things worst.

Some treat the Terrans nicely (too nicely) because of that perception while others look down on them in disdain because they aren't "true Transformers" for being part organic. They think the Terrans must come to their "true home", leave their fleeting human family and human-like life behind. Both sides treat the Terrans and the Emberstone as if they were mere batteries.

Eventually, the Terrans got fed up, but they don't know how to deal with this because they have no older Terrans to refer to. They're not lost yet feel very, very lost.

[delicioustarong]

Sketches!

After some encouragement, I finally have the guts to post these. I'm kinda a bit embarrassed about it cause it's a bit messy, but after cleaning it up a bit it's surprisingly decent. So yee

[ren-the3rd]

i haven’t seen the telemachus/antinous art, but the people bullying that artist for it are such miserable losers and it shows

[cubbihue]

If you're taking itty bitty requests, have you done itty bitty hazel yet? she'd be so cute! and Winn and Jasmine too! itty bitty trio <3

POV: You are Dev, and you're having fun with your fellow Fairy friends now that Fairy School's over.

Or: An Alternate A.U where all the kids are all itty bitty fairy children and they get up to fairy shenanigans.

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[alumi-san]

Ekko is definitely Silco's favorite in-law