#gods I should be asleep

[theglamorousferal]

Update: (kinda)

So I've hit a bit of a roadblock when it comes to The Cryptid fo Smallville, I have the third chapter like 75% done before I hit a block and I have the fourth chapter planned out a bit.

In the meantime, I wrote up a short little thing for a plot bunny that has been rolling around in my head for months now. I had the idea a while ago that what if instead of Danny being Damian's twin, what if it was Sam?

So without further ado, I present the wip of (working title) The Demon's Head Jewels.

Slash, punch, block! 

I can feel his eyes on me like a brand.

Slash, slash, punch, kick, block, block!

A slimy feeling following my every move.

Kick, kick, slash, punch, block!

A small boy and girl sparred in an opulent room under the watchful gaze of their grandfather as their mother and instructor stood to the side. Both with hair black as coal, their movements a dangerous dance. Both tanned by the desert sun, though the boy was slightly darker. A trait he inherited from his mother while the girl leaned further toward their father. The girl had cold amethyst eyes. The boy had eyes of gleaming emeralds. Both had sharp, beautiful features.

Dodge, block, slash, punch, kick!

That’s it, I’ve got you now Dami-

Block, block, dodge, dodge, block, slam!

Dammit! Again?!

She was offered a hand, small as her own and similarly wrapped for sparring. She bit back a sigh and took the hand. Once standing, she and her opponent bowed to each other and then to their audience, then, kneeling with heads bowed, waited for their next command. The grandfather huffed like he had expected this outcome. It was several moments before anyone spoke.

“Your training seems to be going satisfactorily I see. I believe it may just be time to add poisons to your repertoire. Now, go wash up, in celebration of today’s achievement, you may rest for the remainder of the day.” The grandfather dismissed the children and rose to leave. The remainder of the party stayed still until he left.

The mother spoke to all still present. “Beginning tomorrow your schedules will be mostly the same except that where before you spent mornings learning and perfecting your martial arts, you will be studying poisons, the afternoons will remain as sparring time so that you do not dull. You are dismissed until the evening meal.” She turned to the instructor to tell him which poisons he should start out with. The children stood and made their way to their personal baths, nothing less is expected of the quarters of the heirs to the Demon Head.

[willowser]

i feel like. bakugou didn't have any siblings and has always been a rough-houser, so by the time he's comfortable in his relationship with you, he's SO ANNOYING.

he comes back from his early morning run to find you still in bed and he just lays his entire body weight on you. he'll put you in a headlock for NO REASON. does the thing in the kitchen with a damp dish towel and it hurts omg, he's really good at it. like aiming for your ass EVERY TIME. i love that hc about him being too wound up if he doesn't expend enough energy at work, and you're trying to lay down and go to sleep and he's yanking the blankets off you or scooching too close or trying to poke and prod at you, so you lean over and WHACK HIM ONCE and it's like over for you. it's 10pm and he's ready to wrestle.

[saysflora]

SAS: Rouge Heroes as Textposts - Trailer Edition!

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

audrey redheart wandersong drives me so insane it’s sickening. i make myself sick thinking about that freak. and i could talk about the obvious stuff- like how she wanted to be a hero to be revered and by the end of the game no one even thinks about her anymore- but i’m going deeper than that.

audrey was a bad hero. not because she’s immoral (even though she is) and not because she’s self centered (even though she is). but she straight up does not have the necessary skills for the task at hand.

audrey can’t speak the shapes-and-colors language of the overseers. granted, kiwi couldn’t either, at first, but that was easily resolved by an overseer, and eyala probably could have done the same thing, too. miriam canonically studied and learned the language just like anyone else would learn any other language.

but audrey doesn’t know it. whatever the overseers say is just colorful nonsense to her… you would think it would be pretty helpful to a heroic quest to be able to understand the language of your opponents.

but if you’re not supposed to know what you’re doing, it makes sense not to be able to glean any context from the ‘monsters’ you’re killing, doesn’t it?

audrey’s meant to be a high society big shot, but she can’t even recognize what a potion of power is supposed to look like?

kiwi sees her as a cold blooded killer, but when she’s deprived of her sword, she can’t even improvise?

audrey skips over overseers (like going to the queen of winds after chapter 3, when for all intents and purposes it’d be easier to do them in the same order kiwi’s doing them in), and the more you think about it, it really does seem like she was barred from encountering the overseers at all until kiwi freed up the nexus point first.

if audrey was a hero- The Hero- shouldn’t she have been able to do that herself??

audrey isn’t a hero. or, at least, she wasn’t chosen to be a hero. because if a hero was chosen, things wouldn’t have gone to plan. they would have stopped.

audrey didn’t have to be a hero. she just had to be isolated, cynical, desperate for attention, and obedient enough to follow orders without asking questions.

[awkward-fink]

Waiting for them to come Home (Part 2)

(Because I forgot to add some of the men we all love, didnt I?) Just imagine you are back on the couch, waiting for days now, your body laid out on the cushions, a soft blanket draped over you to protect you from the chill of the night. And you wait for the door to open, for your lover, your husband, your better half to finally come home again.

Alejandro doesnt try to be silent, even though it is the middle of the night, his gear thumping to the floor and his footsteps surely carrying him towards the kitchen first, opening the still warm pot to swipe a finger through the food, tasting it greedily. But soon he walks towards the living room, finding you and a brilliant smile lights up his face. He is quick to scoop you up and over his shoulder, hands splayed on your ass as he carries your spluttering and quickly awakened form up the stairs, promising to make up for lost time. His hand never leaves your ass all the way up, feeling and groping as he goes, body already burning. 'Mi armor, wake up, i brought some presents for you and the biggest of them is me!'

Rodolfo, that sweet big man, is quiet as he comes into your shared home. He knows you are surely waiting for him, you had always done it when he was late from his assignments. And lo and behold, there you are, curled around his pillow on the couch. A soft smile on his lips, he kneels beside you, caressing your cheeks and whispering softly to you. His big hands easily lift you into his arms, his cheek against yours, further whispering sweet nothings into your ear, soft kisses trailing along your nose until you scrunch it just the way he loves, waking you softly before he takes you to bed with you. 'Told you so often you dont need to wait up, Love. Warms my heart though, so good to me. Don't worry, im not gonna let you outta bed until I had my fill of your kisses.'

Horangi is a strange mixture of reactions. On one side, he always told you to not wait up, to sleep in the bed and be comfortable, he wouldnt mind. On the other hand, seeing you sleeping on the couch, clearly waiting for him to come back, has his heart just slightly racing, as if he had the dice in his hand and was only one throw away from the biggest Jackpot of his life. He hesitates for a second, just taking in your pose, his smile turning into an amused smirk as he sees you drooling in your sleep. Will take a picture to blackmail you with in the morning before unceremoniously putting you over his shoulder and climbing up the stairs, laughing at your sleepy mumbles and your hands steadying yourself on his hips and ass. 'Don't worry Byeolbit (my starlight, if Goggle is correct...), you can touch that some more in just a few minutes. After we both took a shower, one of us reeks and I am not sure its me.' Will pull you with himself under the shower, doesn't care about your PJ's or your sleepdrunk state.

König doesnt know what to do. He is big and burly and strong and he is scared to touch you, you look like a small doll so cosily curled up on the cushions and he really doesnt want to wake you but if you sleep like *this* its gonna be hell on your back and neck and he doesnt want it. That big man is fluttering helplessly around you, hands reaching out before pulling back without touching you, nearly whining underneath his breaths in indecision before he finally, after minutes, settles on poking your cheek gently. 'Liebling (Love, Honey), you awake? You are gonna hurt in the morning... Let me... Let me just...' His words taper off as you blink drowsily at him, so comfy but also so very happy he is home that you cling to him like a koala. His big arms wrap around you, his face flushing so bright he wonders if you can see it shining red in the darkness of your shared home. He is so very careful with every step he climbs up the stairs, one arm around your back, the other underneath your ass as he carries you without problem.

[riuuneon]

never piss off the artist friend bruh😭😭😭

[alcohol-man]

The girls are in town and are the baddest bitches.

(I do not care if they would not he caught dead in fem clothing. I'm an artist, and my power is taking characters and putting them into situations you would not see in canon)

[sea-slug-rave]

with his personality a lot of people write Sirius to be the type of sleeper that splays out and steals all the blankets and wakes up in strange positions from tossing and turning, but I love the idea of him gradually going into the smallest ball, burrowed safely with the covers pulled to his brow, not really moving throughout the night except to cuddle deeper into the closest warm thing, and really Remus, normally so composed and polite, is the one who splays out limbs and incoherently mumbles and occasionally drools, but never moves far from Sirius against his chest, so when he wakes up curled around him he denies that he sleeps like anything other than a gentleman, this of course is not the case while he sleeps in the hospital wing, where he is as still as the dead from the exhaustion of it all, and it really unnerves Sirius when he watches over him

[stickyvoidpaper]

hc that Tim has a false sleep disorder diagnosis from when he was younger because he refused to tell his parents he was awake for most of the night.

[minniestarmj]

Can't sleep, can't stop thinking about Sylus myth. So, gonna rant/dissect a little under the cut. Cause spoilers

The way Sylus saying him and MC are kindred spirits makes even more sense now. Not only do they both have the aether core somewhere in them. Not only are they soul bound together and entwined by fate. But in his myth they're both figures that seem terribly lonely in some way, and only seen as what other people want them to be. Sylus as the fearsome evil fiend, and MC as the perfect noble princess (reminds me of MC in Raf myth cards too when she gets hidden away in the palace). Like MC straight up has no one to talk to and starts talking to a figure on a lamp....of a being she is supposed to hate. One she is being groomed to someday slay. And yet is the only thing she is able to have discourse with cause her image is so important. To the degree that when seen talking to it and refusing to eliminate it the higher ups....straight up sacrifice her???? And Sylus is....literally all alone and has been since he was a BOY??? (Infold I'm gonna throw hands he doesn't even know how to hide his wings and horns cause he had NO ONE TO TEACH HIM).

And then they find each other, 2 beings that are sorta hollow and lonely in their own ways, that have up till meeting each other acted as others expect from them and are trying their best to survive. And find some weird comfort in each other which is constantly offset by both of their knowledge of their destiny. Because they really HAVE to face the other as they are, not as what they are supposed to be. Sylus's supposed arch nemesis is WAY weaker than him, and the fiend MC is supposed to slay seems to not be the bad guy in the fairytale she was taught. And crap they fall in love. Knowing one of them will inevitably have to kill the other, fulfilling one of their respective destinies. If MC kills him, her fate is fulfilled. If he kills her, his curse is fulfilled.

And when MC thinks she's actually going to die all she can think of is singing Sy his final requiem. From sharing his soul she knows he's descended into madness, is descending herself. And she can't let him go being totally hated, with having no one mourning him, no one to play that song for him. So she sings it as she lies sorta dying????? In her final moments????

And then instead, we get Sy breaking ALL OUR FUCKING HEARTS and his fate to die by her hands. Leaving half his soul in her and half hers gone, and it seems like this MC knows she's gonna keep reincarnating in that state without him. So she curses him that he must find her again and they have to try again before he gets to die. Which like....if bittersweet had a dictionary picture. I'm not gonna say it's a good idea or a good solution but in my mind her last sane thoughts were that they had to try again and this time they would break both their fates. Maybe. Possibly. Or i'm crazy.

I just want his holiday card to be set in an ideal future where him, MC, and the twins bake cookies. Just want them all to be happy ffs.

[ballcrusher74]

I swear to god I planned to colour the rest but IbisPaint was killing herself, didn't want the freaky possession yaoi sigh anyway happy‼‼‼ *throws a bomb in your bedroom*

DUDE

WOW. WOW BRO. WOW. EW. WOW. THEY SHOULD NEVER ACTUALLY MEET THIS IS FUCKING CRAZZZYYAUAYYAAAAY

OH MY GOD ? OH MY GOD . DIE DIEIDEIIDIEIDE BOTH THEM SHOULD DIE

[golyadkin]

I'm still alive there's just been so much going on and last week another responsibility arrived screaming at me from the hedges in front of my building

Meet Tatum

[avpdpossum]

you know it’s bad when you’re emailing your therapist at 4am

[theoldworldsrunnerup]

Hi, what are the traits that you think Mello would find attractive about Soichiro Yagami? And vice versa?

HIII HELLO UM,,, sorry it took me so long to respond, this was so much harder to answer than I thought it would be lol. Istg I’m too tired to even think anymore >_< ALSO sorry if I go a bit off topic at any point but I’m trying my best I swear

What Mello finds attractive about Soichiro:

-His cute grey hair, obviously.

-(Also quite obvious considering how much I post about this but) His age/general father figure-ness. I was going to go into more depth about this point but I feel like there are so many different factors contributing to Why that I’m not even sure where to begin.

-Sort of adding on to that, I think in particular the idea of this like, upstanding, principled older man with a loving wife and kids being attracted to him, someone who is so young and anything but upstanding and principled and not who he should be attracted to, and the thought of dragging him down from that moral righteousness, making him succumb to temptation, is something he’d be pretty into (corruption kink mayhaps??)

-Because he’s so like,, proper and old fashioned, Mello finds that it isn’t too difficult to get him flustered. When they’re alone he loves teasing him just to elicit a reaction from him. To him it’s almost cute how he struggles to keep his composure over things he’d personally consider tame.

What Soichiro finds attractive about Mello:

-(This is difficult because all of these things are hidden underneath so much denial and repression and come with so much shame and guilt that it feels wrong to just list them in such a straightforward manner)

-Okay look. He’s pretty. He is undeniably, objectively pretty, quite striking, really, so can you really blame him for thinking that (whatever helps you sleep at night king)

-But like. It’s more than that. There’s something strangely alluring about him. Intoxicating, almost. Like he’s just so unfamiliar and wild and defies all of the ideals Soichiro desperately clings to and is all of the things he shouldn’t want but in a way it almost adds to the appeal.. idk (corruption kink mayhaps??)

-As much as he goes against everything he stands for, Mello is smart and hardworking, and Soichiro can respect that.

-Tbh I think he’d maybe be a little more into Mello’s oral fixation than he would like to admit,, (source: in one of the not really canon but still official four panel comics, titled “Party Tricks”, several of the characters debate over who has the most impressive “party trick”. Soichiro brings up L’s ability to tie cherry stems into knots with his tongue (which is really not all that impressive compared to some of the other nominations and definitely not the first thing I’d go with). There is a relatively common myth that being able to do this makes you a good kisser. No I’m not reaching at all what do you mean.)

Okay I give up trying to add on to this. Maybe I’ll update/change this in the future but here are my thoughts for now.

[marigoldbaker]

maybe i should draw my ocs as tarot cards

[cr4zyblu3s]

DAMON BAKER.