#from now on I'll draw him with ink wings

[nouverx]

So. Episode 12 uh.

[sysig]

Getting closer, getting really close now I swear (Patreon)

[soumarhea]

So I watched Disney's Planes: Fire & Rescue some months ago and I found the characters and their dynamics so interesting that I've been thinking about them ever since. (And by "thinking" I mean editing the TvTropes character page for months now.) And then I found a post here about Wings of Fire au and that's my final straw. Two of my favorite things together?? Planes F&R Wings of Fire au had been living rent free in my brain for nearly a month now and I'm blaming @amethyst257 for it.

I'm gonna be honest, I read WoF Arc 1 nearly ten years ago, there's not much I can recall (aside from Clay is an adorkable himbo, Tsunami killed her dad and her mom is a helicopter, Glory is a sass queen of two tribes, Starflight went blind, and Sunny gave herself princess status). I haven't even start with Arc 2 but at least I know those exist, because I only know about Arc 3 this year. And I have not the time to refresh on Arc 1, much less start with Arc 2 and/or 3. But! I have read Wings of Fire: A Guide to the Dragon World to completion. It may not be entirely flawless info, and I still have zero idea about Arc 3, but now I at least understand that Jewel Hive is the best Hive to live in if you're a SilkWing (I confidently claims without actually knowing). So! Zero idea about 66% of the story and a very hazy 33%, this headcanons will have so many lore holes and may not even fly, but I'll be damned if I didn't try. I'm shoving all this headcanons off a cliff, so it better fly. "Planes" and "Wings" are literally in the name, that's double the flight power!

Since I can't draw dragons to save my life, I'll just colors Joy Ang's line arts of the dragon tribes instead. Trying to incorporate elements from the Planes characters (like the three white stripes and chevron patterns that the Air Attack team had going on as their Non-Uniform Uniform) is one hell of a thing. Who knows trying to translate vehicles into dragons would be absurdly hard (evidently, I don't). They wouldn't be using paints, so maybe ink or henna as staining materials? Nail Scale polish?? Iirc tattoo is a thing in WoF right??? Maybe I should just give the dragons some T-shirts instead.

So far I only colored Blade and Windlifter. That would be 2/12 (not counting size comparison pic). Will edit the pictures in as I'm done with them.

Edit [31/07]: Updated Blade and Windlifter's picture, added Cabbie and the smokejumpers' pictures (that'd be 8 out of 12 now, wow). Everything written in green is new added info (except for Windlifter's name, duh).

Edit [05/08]: Updated all existing pictures, removed the "outdated" size comparison pic, and added Nick, Maru, Dipper, and Patch's pictures (12 out of 12!) Everything written in purple is new added info (except for Patch's name, ofc)

Kinda long post ahead.

Air Attack team from Pantala

Blade

Blade would be too self-conscious to look this aggressive tho. I would pinch his mouth shut if I could. At first I tried making his chevron pattern to look natural by the color arrangement of his scales, but then I thought it'd look better if I just said Maru paints it on with scale polish. I changed his chevron pattern again. I am indecisive sue me.

A HiveWing with color mutation; he have white scales and blue eyes. His HiveWing fight/defensive mechanism is the one where he can spray boiling acid from his stinger. I would give him the "horrible stench" one just for shits and giggles, and for the smokejumpers to call him stinky, but nah Upon further revisions I decide to also give him nerve toxin (that he didn't even know about, since he never stab other dragons for shits and giggles), and you can't stop me. So now he can spray boiling acid from his tail stinger and inject nerve toxin from his wrists stingers. (Isn't that overkill? No its not.)

Grew up in Vinegaroon Hive, moves to Jewel Hive later on for a change of pace. This is where he met Nick and Maru. (He didn't know he already saw Nick before, when Nick performs at Vinegaroon Hive.)

Elaborating on the point above, while still living in Vinegaroon Hive, he dabbled in all sorts of professions; he had joined and led successful hunting trips, joined research expeditions as a research assistant and conducting studies on Pantalan wildlife species, and even took up culinary. It was fulfilling for a while… until it wasn't.

He moved to Jewel Hive after he heard about the lavish parties thrown every now and then from one of his acquaintances. ("So you're telling me, everyone partied all night long and woke up the next day, at midday, with a massive hangover? Alright, sign me up.") He just wants some excitement in his life at this point.

Nick and Maru spotted him at one of the parties, actually. Everyone else was ridiculously glamoured up, and Blade… was sorely underdressed. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and Nick wasn't about to let this crime go unpunished. The rest is history.

His entire life he's been taught about how great HiveWings are for winning the Tree Wars, and how the SilkWings should be thankful to them for protecting their "defenseless" tails against those "barbaric" LeafWings. Blade approach that topic very differently. ("Doesn't that just means we should keep protecting them instead of treating them so poorly?") He very much is in the "unpopular opinion" group and bullied by his peers for it.

After Queen Wasp's dethronement, he followed Maru and moves to LeafSilk Village. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia. Presumably, for another change of pace.

He just wants to be alone, but Maru have a different plan… And Windlifter have even more of a different plan. He got dragged to school against his will, and his life will never get anywhere near lonely after that.

How did he ended up as chief of Piston Peak Air Attack (PPAA)? (it wouldn't be called Piston Peak, there is no pistons in Pyrrhia and I might not even stationed them at any Peak here. But "Pyrrhia Peak" doesn't sound too bad. hmm...) I haven't come up with anything for that yet, but they're going to build their own Hive in Pyrrhia (its nowhere near as big as the Hives in Pantala). Its somewhere between Jade Mountain and NightWing Village (for reference), and the team calls it the Air Attack Hive, their base of operation.

Nick (I'll just sneak him right here)

Not sure if I manage to live up to the "most beautiful/prettiest SilkWing" description with this, but my reference is literally a helicopter with police livery. Also, Nick wouldn't look this submissive. If I could crammed him full with cheeky confidence and flirtatious charms I would. Also also, WoF canon of SilkWing can't have black scales is dumb. Most if not all butterflies have black in their palette, what do you mean SilkWings can't have black??

A typical SilkWing... and one of the most beautiful around. Even gets himself nominated as the prettiest SilkWing multiple times. And more often than not, wins.

Grew up in Jewel Hive. One of the best artisans, but well-known particularly for his charms and theatrics. Upon revisions;

Grew up in Jewel Hive, he's well-known for his charms and theatrics, which lands him the profession as a performer. He puts on plays and concerts for the HiveWings and travels from Hive to Hive. Nick had performed in every Hive and comes to the conclusion that; he's never going to travel to the other Hives anymore. Like, "damn, those Hives don't deserve me tf". (He's not impressed by how those Hives treated SilkWings.)

When Maru was stationed at Jewel Hive, he decides to work for Nick instead of his employer. The second Nick gave him the opportunity, Maru quits his old job and moved in. (I'm giving these SilkWings too much power, they're going to unionize atp)

Nick caught glimpse of Blade during his short stay at Vinegaroon Hive. They didn't get to interact since Nick was performing on stage and Blade was all the way at the back seating. By the time the play was over, Blade was already gone.

How did Nick manage to notice Blade when they were so far apart? Blue eyes are not only uncommon for HiveWings; they're unusual. Nick had always wanted a closer look, and boy did he get it. When they spotted Blade in one of Jewel Hive's parties, Maru had to practically peel him off of Blade. ("What's the matter with you? SilkWings have blue eyes more often than not." "Yeah. But have you seen his??") Nick thinks they're very pretty.

From Nick's experiences with HiveWings, they're generally rude and condescending towards SilkWings. Even in Jewel Hive, SilkWings would sometimes get objectify to sit around the shops and look pretty to attract customers. He was ready to be disappointed, but when they approached Blade and he treats them no lesser than himself, Nick was pleasantly surprised. They were inseparable since, until... y'know.

Maru

Just imagine his tail is prehensile. Also, Maru wouldn't look this submissive either, if I could give him shit-eating grin I would. Also also, I am still not satisfied with the lifeline pattern, so I might change it to something else. Maybe as part of clothing article or something. Stealth edit is stealthy ;p

SilkWing with major mutation; his tail is prehensile. (Presumably inherited from the RainWings who fled to Pantala along with the BeetleWings, the LeafWings, and the SeaWings all those centuries ago. Don't ask questions! He need this because;) He uses his tail like an extra arm, specifically to hold his coffee while he work.

I would give him flamesilk ability but then he'd be one of Queen Wasp's flamesilk production slaves, locked in a dungeon somewhere, so nah.

Studies in Mantis Hive and moves to Jewel Hive after he graduates. (Heavily assuming Maru even gets to enroll into the universities since, y'know, he's a SilkWing. Probably Definitely not but shut up. I'm keeping this.) He's not only good with works, he went above and beyond. But he was still assigned as web workers (a "lowly SilkWing" profession) despite being one of the best inventors in the Hives. (This is an exaggeration; you can hear him exclaiming "It's better than new!" even if you're in TseTse Hive while he's in Mantis Hive. For reference.)

Despite getting his profession assigned to him, he still do whatever tf he wants, much to the disapproval of his HiveWing employer. They told him to fix the webs, he did… and make them better! And he got yelled at for it. So he ditches them to work for a fellow SilkWing instead (it is, of course, Nick).

Once Blade enters the picture, Maru spends more time trying to get Nick on schedule. Why's that? Nick just wants to spend time with Blade instead of doing his work.

After Queen Wasp's dethronement, he moves to LeafSilk Village together with Blade. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia… along with Blade. Personally, he just wants to be there for Blade.

Windlifter dragged them both to Jade Mountain Academy. And by "them both", I mean Blade. Windlifter dragged just Blade specifically. Maru would be eating popcorn or honey drops (if he packed any) watching it all go down.

He built the Air Attack Hive with the team's help and made it even better than the Hives back in Pantala.

Windlifter

I might tweaked his design a little bit more. I'm still not satisfied with this. Alright, I change the white chevron patterns to yellow-ish, hoping it look like it's stained using henna instead of painted on with white paint. Did I changed anything? I did tweaked something, I forgot what.

A LeafWing with leafspeak ability, just like his parents.

Grew up in the SapWing Village. He was just a little dragonet when the Tree Wars starts warring properly. Which means he's around 50 years old. (Dragons live up to over hundreds years old right? So about time Windlifter having mid-life crisis.)

After the Tree Wars conclusions, he moves to LeafSilk Village. And later, among those who flew to Pyrrhia. Personally, he wanted to broadened his worldview and to learn more about all the other tribes at Jade Mountain Academy. It's "life long learning" after all.

Despite being in the same continent, in the same village, and in the same group when they flew to Pyrrhia; Windlifter officially meets Blade and Maru only upon arrival at Pyrrhia. He dragged them along to Jade Mountain Academy, much to Blade's annoyance.

Windlifter's justification for dragging Blade along is due to his own prejudice against HiveWings, he wants to know them better. And Blade was (unfortunately) within his reach at the moment. The two did have a rough start, and Maru is there as the peacemaker with popcorns making sure they don't kill each other.

Windlifter sets out to understand other tribes, especially the HiveWings, better. But ended up understanding Blade, as his own person dragon, better.

Cabbie was an enigma at first, but doable (mainly because they shares some common grounds). And Dipper... took him the longest to understand. By the time he finally gets her, Dipper calls him her best friend, which he agrees.

(This point is entirely inspired by C130's fic on AO3, specifically Q is for Quarantine Chapter 48) By the time Dusty joins Air Attack, Windlifter already found himself a partner and have two dragonets. His partner is named Tulasi, a LeafWing who grew up in PoisonWing Village. They first met at LeafSilk Village when everything on Pantala started to settle down. Their relationship begins on a friendly terms and they maintained that even when Windlifter went to Pyrrhia for studies (only returning home for a short time whenever possible) but they manage to make it work.

Air Attack team from Pyrrhia

Dipper

Dipper wouldn't look exactly like this, this is a typical SeaWing line art. Dipper's dorsal fin would tapered off to a SkyWing's spikes; her tail is slightly narrower than a SeaWing's but still thicker than a SkyWing's; she wouldn't have the barbels on her lower jaw or the webs between her talons; and her wingspan is greater than the typical SeaWing's but are still inferior to the SkyWing's. And as mentioned below, her bioluminescent stripes doesn't function. She put more effort to her chevron patterns than her three white stripes.

A SeaWing/SkyWing hybrid. She looks like a SeaWing… maybe a little funny-looking here and there… and a little too yellows and reds instead of greens and blues (did I say a little? I mean a lot). She have gills, but not the webbed talons. Her bioluminescent stripes are non-functional, and she can breath fire. (not underwater though)

Since she looks too different than the regular SeaWings, she grew up alone in one of the many islands in the Bay of a Thousand Scales. Being all alone by herself made her a bit loony… and socially stunted.

She did try living underwater with fellow SeaWings but since her bioluminescent stripes doesn't functions, she simply can't converse in Aquatic even if she knows a word or two.

So her next best move is to live on one of the islands and hoped fellow SeaWings would surface and socialize with her above water. But after a few attempted socializing, her visitors dwindles out until none for months. She'd be lucky if she even gets a visitor within a year.

By behaviour, you'd think she'd be on the young side… She's older than Windlifter. (Between a few years to a decade older.)

One day, she got word about Jade Mountain Academy, and was interested to see "what's up with that? sounds fun!". She was apprehensive at first, but it's worth a shot. She thought it would just be a short trip; just a little visit and then go back home. "No need to overstay your welcome". The risk she took was calculated, but damn, was she bad at math.

This is where our Pantalan trio just picked up strays whenever they could. Windlifter, Blade, and Maru thought she's a norm, and by the time they realized that she's an outlier, Dipper is already a part of this "not quite, but not so dysfunctional famil—I mean, group".

Cabbie

This is where I took even more creative liberties with the lore. sue me

Cabbie wouldn't look this friendly. Maybe a bit more aloof. Also, this is a typical MudWing line art. Just imagine he have the SkyWing's wings instead. That red thing on his backside isn't a scar (though I should give him some scarring from his wartime) or the blood of his enemies (honestly, he would have some on him just because), it's his red chevron pattern painted on with scale polish by the smokejumpers (its' messy, and they waste bottles of scale polish on it) and so does the three white lines on his hind legs. Gave him some scarring, and the smokejumpers insist on painting the "51" on his face as part of their bonding activity. Someday, Drip and Blackout would paint "PP" on his right wing and Avalanche would (unhelpfully) adds "F" to it. That's how Cabbie got his PPF 51 call sign. A lot of scale polish will be wasted that day.

A MudWing/SkyWing hybrid. Bred for war in the past. He's built like a MudWing with the SkyWing's impressive wingspan. Easily pass off as a MudWing. You know volcanic mud? That's his coloring. (see picture above lol) He can breath fire without the MudWing's "need to be warm enough" rule.

~120 years old. Lived through wars and he didn't want to live through another one so he sits out the SandWing Succession War. One war in a lifetime is more than enough for any dragon really.

He lives in a cave somewhere between the Sky Kingdom and Mud Kingdom's borders, somewhere close to Diamond Spray Delta.

One day he went down to the Mud Kingdom for some mud bath; unintentionally discovered several MudWing nests; and noticed some of them contains blood-red eggs. Long story short, "no thoughts, head empty. ooh shiny!", he took all the red eggs with him and by the time he flew back home, he realized he have five blood-red MudWing eggs to look after now. Why didn't he just leave the eggs? Being a hybrid, he's wired differently than purebred MudWings. And, they're his now so shut up!

Being a single da— I mean uncle to five very loud, very messy, very energetic, young dragons tire him out really fast. So he went to drop them off at Jade Mountain Academy for the weekend. And what an adventure that would become.

The smokejumpers

From top to bottom: Dynamite, Drip, Blackout, Pinecone, and Avalanche. I tried so hard to not make them look related but still maintains their vehicle coloring, and also stick to WoF canon of MudWing coloring, which means Dynamite, Drip, and Avalanche all have eye color mutation. Dynamite and Drip still looks like they're related fml. I'm going to add the smokejumpers' team logo and their call sign numbers later. The logo would be their tattoo and the numbers will just be painted on. So I also added reflective scale polish on their wings' scales to evoke those reflective safety vest. If they could get their way, the jumpers would be painting themselves head to toe with it. Maru made sure they don't waste a single drop of it, that scale polish was costly.

All of them are MudWings, hatched from blood-red eggs, so they have fire resistant scales. And quite the bunch of daring little dragonets. They even make a game out of jumping over bonfires. Cabbie lovingly calls them "smokejumpers".

Since Cabbie egg-napped them from their original nests, they're not actually blood-related. But that doesn't make them any less siblings than the blood-related MudWing siblings.

Dynamite is the big wing. She wouldn't have been the big wing of her original siblings. So in the siblings of smokejumpers, she turns out the smallest. From smallest to biggest; Drip (only slightly larger than Dynamite), Blackout, Pinecone, and Avalanche.

Pinecone and Avalanche would've been the big wings of their respective blood-related siblings.

If you think "Avalanche" doesn't sound like a MudWing name, it was either that or "Mudslide". He picked "Avalanche" because it sounded better and badass.

How did they get their names? Dynamite suddenly sneezed fire once and gave Cabbie a heart attack. Drip always dripping with mud and trailing messes everywhere, and Cabbie clean up after him of course. Blackout accidentally put out their bonfire once. Pinecone collects funny shaped pinecones as a hobby. And Avalanche caused a landslide once, he pleaded not guilty. (Saving these from tag limbo, should've been included in post proper from day one.)

Cabbie sent them to study at Jade Mountain Academy so they'd stop giving him more mess to cleanup. They made messes along the way anyway.

At this point in the story (of them going to Jade Mountain Academy), they're tween to young teen dragonets, so 3-4 years old (6-7 is the dragon age of maturity iirc). By the time Dusty joins Air Attack, they'd be somewhere in their mid-late thirties, still as energetic, playful, and daring as they were.

How did they determined who get what number to paint on their faces? They roll two dice; Dynamite got 22; Drip got 36; Blackout 25; Pinecone rolled 1 and lost the second die, so she got 10; after they search for the lost die, Avalanche rolled 55; and they got Cabbie to roll 51. And then they get to painting the numbers on each other's faces. It's part of their bonding activities.

Patch

WoF canon: NightWing can have dark green eyes, Me: lime. Same as Maru, I might change how I want the lifeline pattern to look, maybe as an arm band (leg band??) instead. xp

A small NightWing, due to genetics but mainly, malnutrition. She have future vision, but she can only see as far as… 2 hours into the future.

Grew up in the volcanic NightWing Kingdom. She's somehow lucky enough to manage to hatched under one full moon… even through all the soot and smokes from the volcanoes, and the clouds. Everything just lines up exactly right for her to be under one full moon when she hatched. How did her egg got out in the open instead of safely in the caves with the other NightWing eggs? Well, some dragon manage to misplaced it somehow idk.

Currently lives in NightWing Village of the Rainforest Kingdom.

One night, she dreamed about going to Jade Mountain Academy… and interesting things happens. So she went. And interesting things did happened. It's a fated assembly.

WoF headcanon; the respect that HiveWings and SilkWings have towards NightWings borders on reverence (all thanks to Clearsight). Therefore neither Blade nor Maru will argue with Patch. If they didn't know any better they'd worship the ground she walks on. The two would eventually grow out of this blind respect to actually respects her for who she is.

Size comparison is its own post now.

I have plans for the Propwash Junction peeps too, they'll have their own post. Dusty won't have his picture here (he's not counted in the 12 pics at the start of this post) but I need to include some info about Dusty here before I forgot anything. So,

Dusty

A small RainWing/MudWing hybrid. (I haven't come up with anything else)

Suffers a serious, near-crippling, wings injury due to Ripslinger (I haven't come up with what the injury is, or whether Ripslinger is responsible for it directly or indirectly) so Dusty needs support equipment to help him fly (I haven't come up with what invention Dottie made to support Dusty yet). So anyway, by the time Planes F&R events happened, that support equipment starts to fail, and they're out of materials to make a new one. And that's how he joined the PPAA team.

[leclvrc]

Hey it’s the same anon who asked for 15 and 44, idk, you can use any driver you see fit (I have faith in your writing ability). But if I had to chose, gun to my head I’d say Lewis or Carlos?

[ 15. “open your mouth” + 44. “i promise I’ll be good” + lewis]

You arch into the hands Lewis has wrapped around your hips. High off of his taste and the easy way he moves you. Getting lost in him is easy, too easy sometimes and dangerous too. Dangerous because you never know how to stop being wrapped up in him until all that time runs out and the real world comes knocking again.

This time though you surrender to it, him, the way he seems to command your entire attention as soon as he's within reach. Like he's greedy for it and you think a part of him probably is; greedy for your time and touch and addicted to the feel of you on him. It's the other way around at least and you'd like to believe that he's just as addicted to you.

You grind your hips against his as you straddle him in bed, still dressed in that pretty dress he picked out earlier that night and gasp, the sound a little muffled against his lips. He's hard beneath you already, dick straining against the tight fabric of his pants and you can imagine the weight of him in your mouth already. How he'll taste on your tongue.

Your hands slip down his shoulders and to the front of his pants and you palm at his length softly, apply just enough pressure to have his hips twitch into your spread thighs. You smile as your lips fall away from his and then bite the shell of his ear, trace the delicate skin with your tongue as his hands run down your curves. All the way to your ass.

"Two can play this game," he says, voice a little husky. You bite his ear lobe as you move down his ear. Kiss the wings tattooed in dark ink at the side of his neck.

"You sure?" you reply, a little lost in the way his hands trail down your bare legs. He squeezes your thigh, a mean smile on his handsome face before his hand slips beneath the hem of your dress. All the way up to your soft inner thighs. You shiver at the first touch to the sensitive skin, his rings cool against it and then grind down again. Watch, fascinated, as his mouth drops open.

"Baby," he scolds, but there's no real heat in it. He enjoys it too much.

"I promise I'll be good," you say, fluttering your eyelashes before leaning back in. He groans, the sound low and then accepts the kiss. Draws you in as his clever fingers pull your underwear to the side. Just enough for his fingers to find your slick folds. You're wet already, dripping for Lewis and whatever he has planned.

His fingers trail down your folds. One of his fingers slips into your slit and you moan, the feeling just enough to take the edge off. His thumb circles your clit as he adds another finger. He keeps touching you even as you break the kiss to arch against him again. Even as you start moving your hips into his hand. Lets you fuck yourself on his fingers as he watches you, eyes dark.

Heat flushes up the back of your neck, from the desperate way you're rocking into his hand and the intensity in his gaze. All too soon he pulls away. Stops you with a strong hand on your hip. His hands rest against your cunt a moment, two. Like he's savouring the way your muscles clench around nothing now that he's pulled away and then he holds up his hand. Finds it glistening in the low light.

You swallow, hands relaxing a little around his shoulders.

"Open your mouth," he says then. Eyes fixed on your bitten lips. How you can't seem to stop worrying them between your teeth. You do as he asks. Smile around the tips of his fingers when he shoves them into your mouth. Taste yourself.

He rocks his fingers a little, has you chase them with your tongue like they are his dick. Your eyes meet and you think you could drown in all the desire you see mirrored in them.

[silverynight]

The bride

The barbarians have come to the village so their King can choose someone to get married to, or at least that's what everyone's talking about those days. Izuku is not sure what to think of it, he knows it's important for his village to form an alliance with them because they have protected them countless of times, but he truly hopes both the King and his future bride are happy with the decision.

He doesn't have the time to see what's going to happen though because he needs to start traveling again; he's gathered so much information on his notebook about magical creatures (especially dragons) although it is not enough in Izuku's opinion.

However, his attention is drawn towards one of the barbarians; it's a tall and well built blond boy with a constant scowl on his face whose back is completely inked. He has a huge dragon painted on his back. Izuku has heard the ink stays permanently on the barbarians bodies so it's very fortunate that the person who inked him was very talented.

The ink is completely dark and yet Izuku recognizes the type of dragon immediately.

He gets excited and forgets is not safe to approach a grumpy stranger with many weapons on him like they have known each other their whole lives.

"Is that a red dragon, right?" Izuku can't stop himself at that point. "I can tell by looking at the shape of his wings!"

"Hah?" The initial irritation disappears from the barbarian's face as soon as he turns around to look at Izuku. "How do you know?"

"I've seen them!" Izuku beams. "Never too close, but at least enough to draw a couple on my journal... They're very powerful, one of the most powerful dragon species... Oh, I'm sorry, sometimes I can't stop myself from rambling..."

"It's alright," the barbarian smirks, grabbing his face with one hand, squeezing his cheeks. "I suppose it's normal for a nerd like you. What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku," he says, finally stepping back.

"Deku?"

"No, Izuku! Besides, we just met, you have to call me Midoriya!"

"I'll call you however I want, Deku!" The barbarian doesn't look irritated though, he almost seems amused.

"What's your name?"

"Katsuki."

"That's your given name, what about your family name?" Izuku asks, rolling his eyes as he notices the huge grin on Katsuki's face.

"I won't tell you."

"Then how am I supposed to call you?"

"Katsuki," he says like it's obvious, then he leans closer to Izuku only to cup his face with both hands again.

It seems barbarians know nothing about personal space.

"I can't, we just met!"

"I don't care!"

"Then I'll have to call you Kacchan," Izuku says, trying not to chuckle as Katsuki narrows his eyes at him. "It's only fair since you call me Deku!"

"Tch! Fine!" Katsuki huffs, surprising Izuku by agreeing way too fast...

"Are you one of the King's guards?"

For a moment it seems he offended Katsuki somehow, but his expression changes quickly and the blond nods.

"Yes, that's exactly what I am... A guard."

"That's amazing! So you'll probably be with him when he chooses his bride!"

"Exactly," Katsuki grins, pinching one of Izuku's cheeks, making the green haired boy pout. "I know I'm supposed... I mean he has to choose someone from all the people they'll present to him, but actually anyone from the village will do."

"I just hope they both agree to this," Izuku comments, a little bit worried as he rubs his cheek.

"So... You like to travel, right, Izuku?"

"Yes!" The green haired boy nods enthusiastically. "The world has a lot of interesting things I can't wait to see!"

"We barbarians travel a lot too, you know? You can come with me if you want..."

"Really?" Izuku grins. It'll be interesting traveling with them, at least for a while. "Yes, thank you! I'd love to!"

"Great!" Katsuki smiles from ear to ear like it's the best day of his of his life. "Now come with me to the selection."

Izuku doesn't have much of a choice actually, since the barbarian has grabbed one of his hands and is using it to pull him next to him.

They get to the heart of the village where the curious people have gathered around a line of boys and girls with the most expensive and beautiful clothes he's ever seen. Izuku knows the elders would never present someone like him as potential bride for a King. At least he feels relieved when he realizes everyone in line looks very excited about the whole thing.

They're standing in front of a strong barbarian woman who actually looks a lot like Katsuki. They call her Queen mother... She must be Bakugo Mitsuki... But it doesn't make any–

"Old hag!" Katsuki says, prompting Izuku to look in shock at the rude way he speaks to the Queen... Why is he doing that? "There's no need for this, I've already chosen someone!"

"I can see that, brat," she smirks, eyes finally meeting Izuku's. "He's too pretty for you though..."

Oh, no. Katsuki is not... He can't be–

"But my King," one of the villagers protests. It seems one of his daughters is in line. "Midoriya is a nobody..."

Katsuki growls, startling the man.

"Don't you dare say that about my future bride again!"

The people in line sigh in disappointment before quietly leaving the place, the man shivers, but nods before bowing in front of Katsuki, Izuku and the Queen.

The green haired boy is too confused and shocked to react. He's not... The crowned King cannot be Katsuki and he didn't just call him his future bride.

That didn't happen.

"Are you the King?"

"Of course, Deku!" Katsuki turns around with a grin on his face, he leans closer to nuzzle against the shocked boy's cheek. "And you'll be Queen consort soon."

"But..."

"Don't worry, cutie, I'll teach you everything you need to know first," Bakugo Mitsuki assures him. "There'll be plenty of time for that since my son has to win your heart first."

"I never lose anything, Deku," Katsuki grins with confidence before pulling the flustered boy against his bare chest.

"Please do ignore my son," she says, ruffling Izuku's hair affectionately, prompting Katsuki to growl at her. "You can say no at the end of the courtship, but at least give him a chance."

"O-Okay," he stammers, still having no idea what he got himself into this time. Although he can't say he's not attracted to Katsuki already.

"Great!" The blond smiles triumphantly scooping him up before walking towards one of the red tents in the middle of the village. "We have a lot to talk about, Deku!"

"Oi, brat! He won't be sleeping in your tent! So don't get any ideas! You haven't even given him his first courting gift yet!"

Katsuki purposely ignores her, although he puts one of his own necklaces around Izuku's neck once they're alone.

"Are you sure about this, Kacchan?"

"Of course I am," the barbarian says, almost outraged at the question. "I'll win your heart, Deku! You'll be mine!"

Izuku's face turns bright red and he wonders what kind of trouble he's in right before Katsuki pulls him closer and kisses him on the lips until all his worries disappear.

He can definitely get used to that.

***

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[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

With A Flap of Wings, Part 6

Nie Xunyao quietly watches his youngest cousin play with the cousin he has not yet gathered up enough nerve to meet. 

Being placed in a proper resting place with a proper tablet seems to have given Nie Huaisang a little more... weight, for lack of a better word. Though he is translucent as ever and still cannot speak, he can now draw pictures in the earth under the tree for his little sister that she eagerly tries to copy in ink and paper. 

If her steadily improving skills are any indication, his cousin would have become quite the artist… if he had lived.

Nie Xunyao lets out a shaky breath and leans against the door frame. 

'If he had lived' is a phrase that carries so much water. 

It's the reason he has yet to introduce himself. Even if they are family, how can he simply go up and greet someone he has already unknowingly owed a debt to for almost his entire life? 

Though Nie Huaisang had never confessed it in words, even though the adults will not say it in front of them, it's obvious what the first calamity would have been. Nie Jinghe may have been gentle on her, but Yun-ma had never truly recovered from the nightmare that was her first pregnancy.

And if she had died in childbirth, there would have been no one searching for his mother. 

Especially not his father. 

He remembers vividly the day his mother had walked out of a conference being held in the great hall with tears in her eyes and had taken him aside to fold him in a tight hug and apologize for having ever believed his father would do right by them. 

He also remembers vividly the first time he saw one of his -apparently numerous- half-siblings thrown out of Koi Tower like a piece of refuse. 

His cousin has saved them from all that foolish hoping and the bitter fate that might have come with it, and instead arranged for them to have a proper place in the world with a family that loved and wanted them. 

'If he had lived.' 

How does he even begin to pay that back? 

Better... better to wait, he decides. Until he has an idea.

Though it turns out not to be his decision to make. 

When his little cousin spots him watching, he doesn't react fast enough to keep her from running over to grab him by the arm and drag him off the porch with all her weight. 

Ugh, she just had to take after her brother and father in both strength and stubbornness. 

"Sang-ge~! You haven't met Yao-ge yet!"

Nie Huaisang looks up and Nie Xunyao feels a little chill creep down his spine. Though his cousin's gaze is as smooth as the polished pale jade it takes its color from, the air between them ripples with emotion; Love and Hate and Betrayal and Regret all twisted up and tangled together like kites in a windstorm.

Well. 

That answers the question of whether or not they'd somehow crossed paths despite the loss of a tether between them in the form of Yun-ma. 

Steeling his nerve, he kneels in front of the ghost, then looks at the drawing materials scattered around them. "He-mei, go get more paper." 

"Aw-!" 

"Unless you want me to have to write on your drawings...?" 

"No! Don't you dare!" she huffs, running back towards the porch. "I'll make Huahua bite you if they're messed up when I get back!" 

It's not much of a threat, given that the bird in question is a toy, and he can't help the way his mouth twitches in amusement before he gets himself back under control. 

As soon as the door bangs shut, he forces himself to look his remaining cousin in the eye again. "What fate did you save my mother and me from? Was it whatever created all that hate between us?" 

Nie Huaisang tilts his head, but otherwise gives no indication that he heard the question. 

"Did we ever know we were related?" Nie Xunyao presses. 

That earns a flinch. A little twist of Regret. So... not before Something Important had gone very, very Wrong. 

Nie Xunyao involuntarily bites the inside of his lip to fight back the dread threatening to close his throat. 

Breathe in. 

Breathe out. 

Until he's in control again. 

He leans forward, gaze intent. "What do I owe you, biao di?" 

The silence stretches between them. But, just as he thinks Nie Huaisang is going to simply block him out entirely, the ghost closes his eyes and sighs inaudibly, all of the tension in his body bleeding out, then bows his head and stretches out a hand towards the ground.  

Nie Xunyao looks down and watches as the words emerge under the scratch of his cousin’s nails -right side up for him, rather impressively- in the earth. 

'Be content with this family.'

Nie Xunyao frowns, wondering what exactly that's supposed to mean. Of course he knows he's doing much better here than he could have been, why would he need to be reminded to...? 

Oh. 

Wait. 

"Did the life you saw me living involve me trying to join my father?" 

A nod. 

Nie Xunyao's breath leaves him in a sharp wheeze, as if the ghost had outright punched him in the stomach. "Ha. Ah… You won't have to worry about that. My mother and I know better now." Screwing up his nerve, he reaches out and takes hold of his cousin's free hand. "But that... that can’t be all you want from me, can it? After all of this? Everything you gave up?" 

Another head tilt, this time of consideration. 

Then a second nod. 

And he understands. Whatever else had gone so horribly Sour between them, it must have been born out of that desire to be with his father. 

Before he can ask anything more, the door bangs open again and Nie Jinghe comes running out with several blank scrolls and sheets of paper. "You better not have done anything cool without me!" 

Nie Xunyao smiles at his little cousin. "Just boring grown up talk." 

"You're not a grown up! You’re ten and a half!" 

"I’m still more grown up than He-mei is," he retorts just to tease, all the little nervous knots in his stomach vanishing as he catches his other cousin hiding a small smile behind his sleeve at their bickering.

[jayofthetrees]

Just a big dump of drawings.

I imagined Fergus saying something like this since I first drew Sponge. She doesn't mind it...It's Dylan who's embarrassed. This was also the last sketch I think I inked.

This was the first sketch I did where I found out I didn't have to do the slower process of inking the areas I wanted to color with a pen if I just copied/pasted the sketch on top of itself a few dozen times.

I recommend it. You get thicker, more defined lines, and you can color right away, providing you haven't left any open spots.

I did this one to practice doing backgrounds with the same method. Just dropping a layer behind the sketch and boom, you're free to do any background you want.

And didn't forget about her, I just had to experiment a little with other characters.

Same as the above, but with Dolly. This only took me about 20 minutes to sketch, color AND do the background.

I've also been trying things with text tools, since my handwriting is a little sloppy, and while the text tool is cleaner, it's a little too robotic for my taste.

Did this one for SumaQosh over on Twitter. Been wanting to draw their Yoshi/Dalmatian OC for a while.

I probably SHOULD practice drawing backgrounds, but I still haven't...

Oh well...

Sponge looks so different now than when I first drew her that I've just dubbed her first drawing to be her as a puppy.

Something VERY different. I got to wondering about what if in a hypothetical season 2 of 101DS, they meet the descendants of other Disney animals, and my mind focused on the Hyena's from The Lion King...

Not sure HOW they'd meet them, but I drew this.

Haven't given her an official name, but the first one I considered was "Neela."

Just one of me trying to get Deepak down.

I don't draw him much, mostly because his spot pattern is a bit of a pain, but with the new way I do things, that might change.

I remember that the first thing I drew on Krita that I was serious about getting right was a headshot of Pongo copied from a Hotwheels package. That took me about 2 hours, and looks VERY rough.

This took me less than one, and is my cleanest pic of him thus far.

Just a headshot of Sponge.

You'll notice I started doing the "Shadowed backdrop" background style with these. Still not a proper background, but an easy way to give the drawing some depth.

I've been practicing with drawing anthro bodies for a while, and this was the first I feel I got right.

Did this one to answer the question of how a dog wears eyeshadow...

Simple. She applies it carefully...

And finally, an answer to ChelleDoggo over on Twitter as to how she gets her eyeliner wings so sharp...

Easy, she traces them over a knife.

And that's it. I'll be the first to say that it genuienly feels good to be getting better a this, when last year, I couldn't even consider doing this kind of thing, and it's in now small part of all you supporting me, so thank you, very much.

[esmealux]

I'll bite. 13 and 35 look like they might be fun together. 😈

Thank you so much for this fun prompt, Shelly ❤ The opportunities seemed endless, but in the end I went with this. I hope you like it.

Once again, I screwed up at brevity, so this is 1.9K (:

13. Someone does something stupid + 35. 'You wanna bet?' 'Care to wager?'

Never make a bet with the Devil.

A deal, if you must. But do not bet against him.

Not because he’ll take your soul or anything; he won’t even necessarily take your money.

But because he can’t handle it. He can’t. He’ll stop at nothing to win, and when he doesn’t—when he can’t shoot down a bottle of vodka with a slingshot from 400 feet away, or blow a soap bubble with his nose, or fly to Sweden and back in under thirty minutes (the latter he did do, but a drug test showed he’d taken EPO)—he’ll walk around in a pathetic cloud of self-pity, sulking and pouting to an unbearable degree for days on end.

So if you care about the Devil, don’t bet with him. It’s for his own good.

It really is.

And yet-

Chloe picks up the dirty plates from the coffee table as gunshots fire around her. It makes her a little uneasy, how real it sounds through their newly installed surround sound system. One so expensive she doesn’t even want to know.

Their just as overpriced (and unnecessarily big) TV is bathing Lucifer in white-blue light as he stares at the screen intently. He did want to watch the movie with her, but she’s not much of a Weaponizer fan, and she’d like to clean up before she snuggles up next to him on the couch and inevitably falls asleep. As she’s gathered all the dishes in her arms, however, she can’t help but pause and glance at the film for just a second.

‘Yeah, like that could actually happen,’ she snorts, watching the car jump across a considerable gap in a bridge, flip mid-air, and land on all four wheels on the other side. ‘I mean, no one’s ever done that.’

As soon as the words leave her mouth Chloe knows she’s made a mistake.

Lucifer pauses the movie—because God forbid he misses five seconds of a film he’s watched thirty times—before he looks up at her with a lifted eyebrow and a devilish grin.

‘Is that a challenge, Detective?’

Chloe glares at him, her jaw clenching. ‘It’s not possible,’ she states firmly, which is even worse, because now he can only reply with-

‘Care to wager?’

Chloe wants to kick herself.

‘There’s no way in Hell you’re doing that,’ she tells him, nodding towards the paused screen before she heads for the kitchen to start the dishwasher.

‘Why? Because my worried girlfriend won’t let me?’ he calls after her. ‘I’m invulnerable, remember?’

Chloe refills her wine glass, generously, and returns to the living room.

‘No,’ she objects, careful not to spill Pinot Noir on the couch as she settles against Lucifer’s warm, silk-clad side. ‘I just know you’ll never forgive yourself when your beloved Corvette rams into a cliff.’

Lucifer gasps and scoffs. ‘As if I’d ever risk such a sweet beauty like that!’ He plucks the glass out of her hand and takes a sip. ‘And even if I did, she would not, because I would succeed, first try.’

‘First try? Really?’

Chloe grabs the remote and replays the last fifteen seconds. Looking at it a second time, it’s even more ridiculous. The background is so obviously a green screen it’s not even funny, the flip is clearly made using some sort of outdated CGI, and they haven’t even bothered making it look like there’s a real person in the car. Also—Chloe doesn’t remember much from school, but she’s pretty sure the entire stunt defies physics as the car leaps, practically flies over the 150 feet gap, all the while rotating 360 degrees sideways.

‘Maybe third,’ Lucifer admits.

Chloe shakes her head and sighs.

‘I can do it, Detective.’ He looks at her like it’s a threat. ‘And I will.’

Oh, he will definitely try. The determination in his eyes leave no doubt about that. But he can’t possibly copy that stunt with an actual car and an actual gap. There’s just no way. And she shouldn’t spur him on. She really shouldn’t. But the idiot’s gotta learn at some point, and if she’s gonna have to deal with his childish disappointment (and she will), she might as well get something out of it.

‘Fine,’ she shrugs. ‘What are we betting?’

He grins at her, brown eyes twinkling with excitement.

‘If—nay, when I win,’ he answers promptly, and Chloe rolls her eyes, ‘I’ll finally get that thing I’ve always wanted.’

Chloe stares at him, comepletely clueless. If his tone and stupid smirk are anything to go by, it’s not a pet shark he’s talking about.

‘One... re-enactment for another,’ he clarifies slowly, his dark gaze gliding over her body before his eyes flicker to the glass doors leading to their terrace—and their outdoor hot tub.

Chloe fights the urge to roll her eyes again.

‘Okay,’ she agrees, internally reminding herself it doesn’t really matter. She gives him a cocky smile. ‘And when I win?’

Lucifer chuckles as if he finds her adorably naïve. Asshat. Still, he says, ‘You’ll get anything you desire.’

Chloe thinks. There’s not much she desires he wouldn’t give her anyway. She could have him do paperwork for a month, but he’d just mess it up, and she’d have to listen to his complaints about ‘torturous boredom’ and ‘purgatory’. She could also go for something funnier, like have him wear t-shirt and sweats to work for a week. But that would just be cruel, wouldn’t it?

‘I don’t know,’ she tells him, but the words are barely out of her mouth before Trixie’s enthusiastic voice sounds behind them.

‘I might have an idea!’

Lucifer sighs and gives Chloe an unimpressed look before he shifts slightly in his seat to look at her daughter.

‘Alright, but only because your mum lacks creativity like a sober Faulkner.’

Trixie walks around the couch and comes to stand in front of them, a mischievous smile on her face.

‘Please don’t tell me it’s a unicorn on the cheek,’ Lucifer huffs, taking another gulp of Chloe’s wine.

‘It’s not,’ she assures him and holds out her iPad for him to see. It’s a doodle of a small, fluffy goat with pink fur. ‘I was thinking something more… permanent.’ With the hand that’s not holding her tablet, Trixie pats a spot on the left side of her upper chest.

Lucifer slowly removes the wine glass from his lips, and the sheer horror on his face makes Chloe snort with laughter.

He stares at the small, inarguably adorable drawing like it’s a personal insult, glances down at his chest with dread, and looks back to Trixie.

‘You little Devil,’ Lucifer grumbles, but there’s no trace of hostility in his voice. If anything, he sounds a little impressed. He grabs Trixie’s iPad from her outstretched hand and studies the pink kawaii buck for a second, as if he’s seriously considering saying yes to the deal.

Eventually, he sighs. ‘I’m in.’

‘Lucifer-’ Chloe immediately begins to protest. He’s not gonna win this bet, and she knows how downright intolerable he’ll be when he’ll have to get a cute, chubby animal—one that, to him, represents mockery and misconception—tattooed onto his skin. She's tired already, just thinking about all the whining she'd have to deal with.

But it’s too late. Her boyfriend and daughter shake hands, and the deal is settled.

Chloe palms her face.

‘Wait, what do you get if you actually manage to… whatever it is this time?’ Trixie asks, her small hand still clasped in Lucifer’s.

Chloe looks up at him, heat creeping up her cheeks. Their eyes meet shortly before he looks back to her daughter, visibly conflicted.

‘Eh…’

It’s not so much a word as it is a breathy, high-pitched sound, partly stuck in his throat. But it’s answer enough for Trixie.

‘Forget I asked,’ she quickly says, her face scrunched up in disgust. ‘I’ll be in my room.’

She takes her iPad back and leaves them alone on the couch.

‘So, I guess it’s tit or tat, then,’ Lucifer remarks with a chuckle, glancing down at Chloe’s chest.

She snorts and smiles, despite herself.

‘But, I mean-’ He grabs the remote and plays the scene a third time.

He must not see the same utterly absurd and almost comically impossible stunt she (still) sees, because he leans down and whispers in her ear, ‘Better start rehearsing your lines, Detective.’

Chloe shakes her head at him and snuggles closer to his body.

*

‘You’re lucky I like your mother,’ Lucifer mumbles as the needle pinches ink into his chest.

He’d driven off in a ‘cheap’ Porsche this morning and returned eight hours later, looking like he’d literally been fed to the wolves and with no Porsche.

‘Hey honey,’ she’d greeted him, hiding her smirk behind her cup of tea. ‘How’d it go?’

He’d answered with a grunt, blamed the Germans for making their cars too ‘praktisch’ and the Italians for not making theirs fast enough (he’d controlled for variables) and finally concluded it was all his dad’s fault because He ‘created that pesky gravity’.

Then he’d handed her an ornate, black business card and looked at her as if he’d picked his own casket.

Chloe had bit her cheek and hugged him before driving all three of them to the high-end tattoo parlour he’d requested.

‘You okay there?’ she asks him, letting him grip her hand tighter. The fact that he isn’t feeling any actual pain—‘any physical pain, Detective!’—makes his wincing all the more pathetic. Still, she feels a little bad for him.

‘No.’ He bends his neck to peer down at his chest, and pouts. ‘I’m not.’

Trixie grins beside him. ‘I think it looks cool!’

‘Of course, you do. You’re a twelve-year-old girl.’

The smile on Trix’ face turns into a smirk. ‘A twelve-year-old who girl you lost a bet to.’

Sighing deeply, Lucifer turns his head to scowl at her like she’s his annoying little sister and not the stepdaughter he’d go to the ends of the universe for.

‘It’ll be gone in a few months,’ Chloe reminds him, earning her a funny look from the tattoo artist.

The muscle in Lucifer’s jaw ticks. ‘It’s not even finished yet and I already hate it more than I ever did my bloody wings! How am I supposed to endure this… horned cotton candy for months?’

Chloe takes a deep breath. She brought this on herself. She knew she shouldn’t have made that bet with him. She knew he’d be an insufferable drama queen.

She also knows, after hours of hearing him moan, that he’s not gonna shut up about ‘deceitful special effects’ and ‘useless laws of physics’, much less the ‘vile, little creature marring his muscled chest’. Not unless she does something.

So Chloe does something.

For the second time in her life, she gets naked in—and out of a hot tub.

‘No moaning, then,’ she tells him, giving him a stern look.

Lucifer looks her up and down in awe and hunger, dark eyes lingering on the tiny red bikini he knows she’ll take off in a matter of seconds. ‘Now, there’s a promise I can’t keep.’

‘About the wager,’ she clarifies, but he’s not listening.

With a sigh, Chloe sinks into the hot, bubbling water, loosens her bikini top, and gets into character.

She is never, ever betting with the Devil again.

[morataarts]

That's great to know! Let's see if I can come up with some good ones. I'll try to leave some vague and some detailed for variety ^_^

~x~ Fluffy ~x~

. Little Sapnap descides to go swimming in lava while a (not fireproof) Bad and/or Skeppy try to go after him

. Skeppy music

. Sapnap and his fish Mars

. Bad plays the drums. Sapnap plays the violin.

. A normal day

. Lub dub/love dove

. Nonbinary Sam Nook dressed like Isabelle from Animal Crossing (btw, if you look at the crown differently, it could be viewed as a matha patti, lace headband, or head chain!)

. Skeppy screams for sand with Foolish in eatshot. Chaos ensues.

. Eret dressed like british royality (modern or medieval). Anything from pieces designed using real historical references to taking the clothing of kings and queens and merging them into clothes fit for gender defying royality

. My furry trans son

. Tubbo, Ranboo, and Michael

. Puffy (shortest person on the server at 5'2"/157.5cm) next to Ranboo (the tallest at 6'6"/198cm)

. Art time

. Skeppy using sand as a tactile stim or stimming period. A fun fact about stimming is that we often tend to favor different stims for different moods (anxiety, concentrating, really good food...).  I have ADHD and stim, so if you'd like a list of examples, shoot me a PM ^_^

. Inspired by this sentence: Eret's sexuality is bi, their gender is yes, her pronouns are surprise me, and his taste in clothes is the same as xyr gender

. Phil building his new home

. Bad and Techno talk potatos

. RanBOO!

. Puffy and Greenbean

~x~ Angsty ~x~

. Sapnap when he finds out about Bad and Skeppy

. Sapnap after Bad's first time infected by the egg when he tried to get him and Awesamdude to come back and sacrifice one of themself to the egg

. Ranboo transmuted dreamon

. Sam after Tommy's death

. Tommy trapped with Dream

. Afterlife

. Tommy seeing his own grave

. Denile

. Puffy sees Dream after Tommy died

. Tommy in therapy

. 15 years in the dark

. Run

. Fundy finds out what Wilbur has become

. Bad is claustrophobic

. Skeppy is scared of snakes and spiders

. Karl protecting Quackity

. Paradox

. Anxiety

. Scars

~*~ Could go either way ~*~

. How did Bad and Skeppy meet?

. Skephalo argument

. Why Quackity doesn't show his wings (ever heard of the duck species Mexican Duck?)

. Why is Quackity called Quackity when only female ducks quack?

. Cake party

. Roses

. Tommy and Sam

. George right now at this very moment

. Controlling shadows

. Why does Sam (creeper skin) like cats?

. Ranboo and his pets

. Quiet

. How Sapnap learned to fight

. What is under Sapnap's headband?

. Sapnap and his fiancees

. Foolish wants to help

. Skeppy on the island

. Investigator Tubbo

. Reunion (could be Tommy with anybody really)

. Bad throwing knives/tomahawks/axes

. Who discovers Tommy is in there with Dream?

. Tommy sees Ghostbur after his death

. The news

. Tubbo living with DID

. Phil's wings

. Phil as a kid or in his youth

. Walking away

. Mimic

. Whisper

. What is important? (imagine any character)

. Do you love me?

. Wilbur and Tommy's mother

. What happens to a piglin when the overworld doesn't turn them into a zombie? Techno.

. Ghostbur is not Wilbur at all, but his memories given form (specifically, his last moments and the happy memories that flashed before his eyes as he died). His death and everything right before it is very clear. His scar still hurts. He only has patchy happy memories. He can't handle sadness and stress (maybe due to Wilbur's state of mind at his death). He was exposed to a lot of magic and chemicals in a small area while making drugs. Is it happy information because he's not Wilbur and might not cease to exist when Wilbur returns or sad because he is not actually a complete person, but a memory?

~x~ Random ~x~

. Opposite alignment

. Horror

. Steampunk

. Modern day

. Pulled into our world

. Love and Hate

. Costume

. van Gogh style

. Black ink

. Fairy tale

. No/Yes

. Fashion

. Mythology

. Abstract

. Underwater

. Celestial

. Trauma

. Seven Deadly Sins

. Tarot cards

. Circus

. Science!

. Superheros

. Animal traits

. Stuffed animals

. Undertale

. Owl House

. Disney/Pixar

. D&D

Yikes! I think I went a TAD overboard O_O

It's alright!

I love some of these ( ╹▽╹ )

I'll be drawing some of these prompts, i already have an idea on some of them!

Thank you for all the prompts, writing this must have taken a while (◍•ᴗ•◍)

[inkling0121]

[Click photo's to see them better]

The creative gods really love to give me inspiration for several different au's without giving me any clue on what I should do with these au's

I don't normally post my au's here, I used to post them on insta but I'm taking a break from there and lately I've just been writing fanfiction on wattpad (same user name, if you're curious, I write a lot of prinxiety).

Anyway I should explain these, in this au Virgil is a tattoo artist and runs a small shop called the Thunder Brothers (we'll talk about that in a sec). The thing is, magic is very common in this world and is woven into everything, including special tattoos.

That's Virgil's wrist in the first picture before he meets anyone but Patton, Patton had convinced him to give them linking tattoos that tell each other their emotions based on the color. Red is angry, blue is sad, orange is confused, yellow is happy, green is confused, purple is scared, real basic (I might expand on this later). They're small tattoos, Virgil's storm cloud and Patton as a normal heart.

The second image is the designs for everyone's link tattoos, Virgil's storm cloud, Patton's heart, Roman's shield, Janus as a small snake, Logan as glasses, and Remus as a dagger, Virgil designed them all.

Remus has a dagger because when Virgil first met him, Remus had a dagger out and it was that specific one, the one in the third photo (I know it's a crude drawing, I didn't want to spend too much design on it. Whether the blade was pointed towards Virgil or not in their first beginning, I haven't decided yet, but Virgil finds it sentimental later.

The fourth picture is Virgil's back with wing tattoos, and a small dagger on his side. Both tattoos come off of his back, though the wings stay connected to his body when they do and he can fly with them, they're actually pretty big. There's also a small scar under one wing and on one arm.

The next picture is a full drawing of the dagger that is on Virgil's side, the blade all wavy. Virgil doesn't use it often if he has to fight for whatever reason, but he will if he needs to.

The next picture is a tattoo on his calf of another dagger, he has an identical one on his other calf (also he painted the stars and storm cloud on his shoes). They're twin blades and, in a fight, they're his main weapons.

If he loses whatever weapon he might be holding, then they can reappear on his skin in ink later again. He's able to summon any of them on will but will only do it during emergencies. If his wings are injured then he needs to wait for them to heal, though they heal much faster than normal wings.

The reason his shop is named the Thunder Brothers is because Virgil had a brother who is now dead (none of the sides). His brother was the one who gave him the wing tattoos and the wavy blade tattoo. Virgil wouldn't have gotten them unless his brother had insisted (though the wings are cool), and back then he had just thought his brother was paranoid.

He and his brother were attacked (I haven't figured out who attacked them yet) and his brother was killed. Virgil knew that his brother was targeted for whatever reason and so he gave himself the tattoos on his calves to protect himself.

He knew Patton before his brother was killed (Pat went to the funeral with him), and a few years later he meets the others.

I'll probably work on the others later, I don't have an official design for Virgil yet. I'm not sure how much I'm going to work on this au because I really just did it on impulse

[rai-knightshade-art]

I'm embracing the Lovecore and I'm making that everybody's problem.

More scenes from Strela Amura, plus a bonus Oah!

[[Picture ID: this post contains four pictures. The first picture is a pencil drawing of Alexander Rybak, shown from the back as seen in his Strela Amura music video. He is shirtless, wearing soft sleep pants, and leans up against a balcony railing. Notably, he has bird wings extending from his shoulders; the left is held close in a resting position, the longest feathers extending past his knees in length; the right is held aloft, the top arch reaching the same level as the top of his head. He is shaded in red tones to appear backlit. In the background, lyrics from the songs Oah and Strela Amura are written in a gold metallic ink; from Oah, there is "Don't throw away, oh what's left of me; I once believed you would save my soul." From Strela Amura, the text in transliterated Russian reads "No papadu ya, streloy Amura; Otkroû dlya tebya, lûbvi sekret." (This most literally translates to "I'll hit you with an arrow of Cupid, I'll reveal the secret of love to you.")

The second image contains two pencil drawings, again of Rybak. The top drawing features him in his Strela Amura music video; his expression is anguished, mouth open as if he's shouting (or singing) into the rain, and his hair and clothes are noticeably drenched in water. He has wings in this, and while his right wing is held behind him in a neutral position, the left extends up and over his head, as if to protect him from the rain. Next to him, text adorned with a red heart and a silver arrow reads "Strela Amura", while below him, lyrics from Oah read "But if you saw me now, crying secretly, would you hold my hand and never let it go?" This first sketch is accented in blue tones under the grey graphite. The second sketch, connected to the first with a glittering red string drawn on the page, is a scene from Oah in which Rybak is singing, mouth open, a slightly pensive expression on his face. He is done in orange tones under the grey graphite, and his outfit is like a preppy professor's, with large black-framed glasses and a bowtie over a tweed blazer. Next to him, text adorned with a heart and a bowtie reads "Oah". The other two images of this post are simply close ups of the second full drawing, one of the Raining Strela Amura scene and one of the Oah scene.

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#5

This is Wind from Linked Universe! I like to imagine he's winking at Tetra.

16 notes • Posted 2021-03-13 14:56:31 GMT

#4

Hello, I finished Chapter 2 for my Legend centric fic!

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with slightly puffy eyes. I sighed at my reflection and ran my fingers through my pink hair. No one would notice unless they looked closely at my freckled face. I rubbed my eyes before exiting the bathroom. 

I went back to my room to grab my boots and I passed Hyrule in the hallway. I ruffled his hair as he passed by me. He yawned and didn't even bother to fix his hair. He meandered downstairs. I slipped in and pulled my boots on before going downstairs. I could smell bacon and eggs frying. 

I went straight into the kitchen/dining room, and sat down next to a sleepy Hyrule. He had a mug of coffee in his hands. Wind was chatting away with Warriors as per usual. Sky was surprisingly awake and was munching on some toast. Four was reading a book, Wild was helping Malon cook. I heard a door open and close, I turned to see Time carrying a small bucket filled with apples.

Apples… I haven't had one in a long time. They're honey crisp too, hmmm. I think I'll take one later. Time had noticed my eyeing the fruit and decided to toss me one. I leaned back in my chair in surprise before catching it. I rubbed the apple on my shirt before munching on it. It tastes as good as I remember...

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I gathered up my gear and made sure everything was ready to go. I accidentally knocked over my box of rings and they scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, for the love of Hylia!' I swore, before getting down on my knees to pick up the scattered rings. I heard the creak and Wind poked his head in.

"Can I help you?" He questioned and I nodded my head. He immediately got down on his knees and helped me pick up the scattered rings. Working together we picked up all the rings and I tied the box shut. 

"Good idea! Now the rings won't spill next time it falls. Do you need help packing? 

I already finished 'cuz Hyrule helped me."

He grinned up at me. I smiled back briefly. 

"Nah, I'm pretty much finished now. I just need to get my gear then I'm ready to go." I smiled and got him in a headlock and rubbed my knuckles on his head. 

"Hey! Legend! Leggo!" Wind squawked  while he thrashed about, trying to break free of my grip. 

"What's going on here?!" Warriors poked his head through the doorway and I immediately released the fuming teen. 

"Nothing," I grinned at him before stuffing my ring box into my satchel. I picked up my gear and turned around to see Wind holding a pillow threatenly towards Wars. 

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll smother you with my pillow!" He threatened, swinging it around. I cleared my throat loudly. Wind threw the pillow into Wars' face and sprinted past him. Wars threw the pillow on the bed. 

"I'll get him back for that. Not now, but later. By the way, it was about him spilling ink all over Twilight's tunic." He snickered loudly and walked out of the room. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. 

I exited the room, making sure to shut the door. 

 

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Everyone was packed up and ready to go. Malon and Time were talking, the early morning sun glinting off his armor. The sun caught Malon's hair just right and her hair glowed a gentle red. Why does it remind me of…. I shook my head to clear it. Malon hugged Time and he kissed her forehead.It won't hurt to give Epona an apple about now. I hurried over to the mare, who was laden with everyone's spare bags and satchels. I plucked an apple out of Wild's bag and offered it to Epona. She took it from my hand and quietly munched until it was all gone.

“Hey Legend, ready to go?” Hyrule questioned, brushing his long locks out of the way.

“Yeah… You need a haircut.” I chuckled when he blushed embarrassed. 

“I know, but I kinda like it long. I like braiding it.” I hummed in agreement before handing him one of my spare hair ties.

“Here, this should help keep your hair up.” He blushed again before taking it and proceeded to tie his hair up. 

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I was in the back of the group when the portal opened up underneath my feet. I gave a startled cry and Wind grabbed my arm. Wind strained desperately trying to pull me up but he wasn’t strong enough. 

“Let go, Wind. I’ll be okay.” I promised the young teen. Tears sprung up in his eyes. 

“Legend!” He cried, tears dripped down onto my face. My wrist was slipping out of his grip. 

“Wind! Let go, or you’ll fall with me!” I gave him a pleading look. He choked audibly before I forced him to let go.

I fell for what felt like an eternity before slamming onto sand. It was in the evening so the sand was nice and cool. I laid there for a moment before climbing to my feet. I’ve never been here, but it looks familiar to me. What a minute…

“I’m in Wild’s hyrule! And I’m in the desert… Just lovely.” I grumbled the last bit, surveying the land. That looks like the hotel Wild mentioned staying in before he figured out how to get into Gerudo Town. 

I groaned and trudged over to the hotel. keeping an eye out for monsters, I pulled out my lantern. It's getting dark quickly, I need to get to the hotel soon. I can use my boots but that means I need to put up my lantern…. 

"Screw this," I growled and put my lantern back and used my pegasus boots. My feet pounded into the sand, it felt like the sands of Koholint… I shook my head furiously, clearing my thoughts. Speeding across the sand caused bits to fly up into my face but I ignored it. 

A rumbling sound caused me to pause mid run. Skidding to a stop, I stared up at the sky. Dark thunder clouds were covering the once clear sky. Oh nonononono. Immediately, I began running again. I'm not getting caught in another storm! 

Panic rose up within me like a tidal wave as thunder shook the sands.  Choking, I staggered and tripped over a lizalfos' tail. I face planted in the sand. I spat out sand and flipped back onto my feet. The monster paid no attention to me and burrowed under the sand. Oh nonononono! How bad is this storm? 

Lightning flashed and the ground shook, thunder rumbling from the skies above. My whole body began shaking violently as I started running again. Not another storm, please! Don't make me go through this again! Please, someone help me. I kept going but Koholint kept flashing before my eyes. 

"Link, where are you going?" 

"Stop it, she's gone!" I cried. The rain hit me like a brick wall. I fell to damp sand and mud splashed everywhere. I forced myself to my feet and stared in horror as a raft flashed before my eyes. The crudely made raft was being tossed around like a toy. 

I was on the raft and I was scrambling to pull the sail down so it wouldn't rip. My hackles raised up, sparks gathering around my rings and the mast. 

"Legend run!" Wild screamed, I bolted forward snapping out of my dazed state but it was too late. 

"Grahhhhhh!" I screamed in agony as a blinding hot fire exploded across my back. Then, it all went black. 

"Legend, is he okay?!" 

"Legend!!!" 

"Everybody move!" 

~~~

I opened my eyes just a crack. The ceiling above is a light blue and I can hear crickets chirping. Opening my eyes fully, Hyrule's worried green eyes looked straight into mine. 

"Legend, you're awake." His voice was cracking as he gently hugged me.

"I thought I lost my brother." I moved my arms to hug him but to my dismay only one of my arms could move.

"It's alright, Hyrule." My left arm is in a sling, I think it's fried. 

"What happened while I was out?" I asked him after he let me go. He sat down on the bed.

"You were hurt real bad, so Wild teleported us to Zora's domain. They were able to heal you, but you will need bed rest for a while. Your body is utterly spent." He ran his fingers through his long hair. I hummed softly. 

"Go to sleep, Hyrule." 

"I'll try. I just-"

"Stay, and rest here. The bed is big enough for the both of us." I drummed my fingers thoughtfully on the bed. 

"... okay." He got up to get what I assume to be his blankets while I struggled to keep my eyes open. My eyes fluttered half shut by the time Hyrule came back. I felt the bed dip as he crawled across the gigantic mattress.

His hand gently brushed the hair out of my eyes before he laid down next to me. His radiated heat, it was warm and inviting. He's like a little grizzly cub.  I smiled before yawning loudly. 

"Night, Legend." he murmured.

"Night, 'Rule." I sighed softly before falling into a deep sleep. 

18 notes • Posted 2021-07-08 22:19:40 GMT

#3

This story was inspired by @tiredtwili when we did a collab together!

Nightmares…. Dreams that force you to relive your darkest moments. That's happening right now. I'm having a nightmare. An all too familiar one…

I was on the beach with Marin right beside me, humming softly. I held the light tan Ocarina in my hands, trying to figure out which song to play. I twiddled my thumbs before a song came to my mind. The song of the Wind fish. I brought the Ocarina up to my lips and played the song. Marin automatically started to sing just a simple melody.

When the music from Marin and I came to climax, we blended the melody and song perfectly. The music faded away in the ocean breeze. Marin sat down next to me and smiled. 

"Link, when you wake up the Windfish, don't forget me okay? One day, I want to see your world, and see what makes you so happy to be there." There was a sad light in her eyes but she kept smiling. She leaned forward and kissed me. 

Everything began to be covered in a thick mist and the scenery changed. I was standing front of the Windfish. 

"Koholint has been nothing but a dream. Like all dreams, it has come to a close. They will not be forgotten, for Koholint is in your heart." Tears streamed down my face.

I didn't even get to say goodbye…

I woke up with a startled cry, my heart pounding in my chest. Tears were still pouring down my face. I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down. It didn't work. I heard the sound of floorboards creaking before the door opened. Time was holding a candle in his hand. 

He stepped in and silently closed the door. I sat up up bringing my knees to my chest. He placed the candle on the bed frame.Time sat down and the bed creaked softly. My left hand went straight to my face as I struggled to calm down.

"Are you okay, Legend?" His soft baritone voice, brought me back to earth. I closed my eyes.

"No, it's just nightmare! I shouldn't be crying!" I choked. Time made a sound before placing his hand on my knee.

"Its going to be okay Legend, I'm here now." 

25 notes • Posted 2021-05-23 20:05:31 GMT

#2

Legend's POV 

I watched the skies darken, thunder rumbling in the clouds. Swallowing thickly, my gaze fell to the sleeping captain, his breathing calm with sleep. I shuddered as the thunder grew even louder. The captain's eyes opened as lightning flashed, lighting up my living room. 

"Hey are you alright?" He whispered, trying not to wake up anyone. I opened my mouth but only a whimper escaped. I laid my head onto my knees and let my body tremble with the fear that threatened to overwhelm me. My ears pinned against my head as I took deep shuddering breaths to calm myself down. 

"Legend, are you okay?" War's voice was husky from just waking up but… it was soothing, comforting to me. I lifted my head up, big boiling hot tears leaking out of my eyes. 

"No, I'm not okay." I whispered into the darkness, knowing that Wars could hear me. Wars made soft rustling sounds, moving over to me. He wrapped something warm around us, hugging me tightly. 

"I'm here Legend." That's all it took. I began to sob but I buried my head into his shoulder, as I clung to the captain. He rubbed my back gently soothing me, softly humming a lullaby. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the captain's scarf/Cape covering me. He… covered me with his scarf? It's precious to him and he used it to comfort me…. I'll repay his kindness somehow. 

@claybrownie7566 Legend snippet! It's not exactly what you said but I made it work for my Legend centric fic I'm working on. 💗

32 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 03:00:07 GMT

#1

@quirkle2 gave me permission to color her lovely lineart of Sky from linked universe!

33 notes • Posted 2021-09-07 23:36:08 GMT

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