#hmmm. blue eyes

[weaverpop]

Could we get some art of Mocha?

Here’s some of when she was a few days old! Her coat was starting to come in, and it would take a few weeks to fully turn black.

Jing LOVES her, especially her little ears and tail. Even if she had been a whooping 12 pounds and 3 ounces.

Jing, 16 hours into labor: “YOU DID THIS TO ME!!”

Azure, scared out his mind: (Rubbing Jings shoulders) “I know, I know-“

Jing, eyes sparking with blueish magic: “NO YOU FUCKING DONT YOU FLEA BRAINED ALLYCAT I’LL CASTRATE YOU MY FUCKING SELF—-“

This continued on for another 16 hours, marking nearly 32 hours of active labor. Yikes.

Jing post birth, high off the painkillers: “(Teary eyed) She looks just like youuu….”

Azure: (Proud cat dad purring)

[rainybasementthing]

Danny is rotting

Not that he notices. His body absorbs ectoplasm from the portal, with the ectoplasm preserving it. Each time he leaves his body, it absorbs more. No one, not even Danny has realized.

His parents find out after they see him leave his body behind to fight a ghost and promptly dips, flying off in panic with his body. He heads to one place with... definitely smaller amounts of ectoplasm, but enough to possibly survive.

Gotham.

Danny, in a rush, didn't have time to pick up the backpack meant for this scenario. He (thankfully) had some ectoplasm in his thermos, but it's not nearly enough long-term.

After running out of ectoplasm for a few days, Danny starts to feel off.

Danny's skin feels tight. His body is a lot stiffer than he recalls, and he can't seem to get rid of this awful smell on him. His face and hands are slowly discoloring, fuck, what the hell is going on?

His emotions and core are going haywire from the disapproval of his parents, perceiving anyone as a threat.

He temporarily haunts an alleyway, refusing and growling at anyone who enters his haunt. His eyes flash with that sickening green color. He can't afford to get hurt with the limited ectoplasm he has.

.

Unfortunately for Danny, it was the alleyway where the Waynes were murdered.

And the Bats are protective of it too.

[wrathyforest]

where the Future meets the Past

[colorful-horses]

Pony reroot

[greenleaf4stuff]

In Convenience - Chapter 2, part 1

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience" and "In Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage to marriage of love AU, post story snippet 2, part 1. The elves and the uruk are planning to celebrate the victory over their opponent, the newfound peace – and the marriage between Adar and Celebrimbor. The couple in question, albeit an important part of the festivities, has not been consulted about this. One concern brought to their attention is the wedding attire.

I consider this chapter works as a companion piece to chapter 1 in a sense. This part has Celebrimbor trying to be a helpful, supportive husband - in more ways than one.

Adar was scowling.

Celebrimbor supposed he should have gotten used to that by now, considering Adar’s resting, expressionless face could often be mistaken for a scowl, but in this instance it was indeed a proper one.

The reason for it was definitely unusual, however.

By now, it had become clear that neither the elves nor the uruk would be satisfied with Adar and Celebrimbor just being married – it seemed everyone wanted to commemorate the recent victory over Sauron with grand celebrations, and had decided to combine this with wedding festivities that 'befitted their station' and 'properly showcased the importance of the union between them'.

Without consulting the married couple in question, of course.

The elf sighed; he understood the sentiment, he really, truly did. He’d been the one fretting over Adar and himself having wedding rings, after all. He did like the thought of everyone in the elven kingdoms acknowledging that he and Adar were not just upholding a political marriage anymore, but that they had come to care for one another. That their union had great significance not just for the peace, or their people, but for themselves as well.

And yes, perhaps he did want to show Adar off a little bit, too. He couldn’t help it. He found the uruk very handsome and loved him dearly.

The thing that bothered the elf was the expectancy of the sheer magnitude these festivities. Elves from all over Middle-earth would be invited to come to Ost-In-Edhil, nevermind that the uruk would surely also wish to partake in the celebrations – and would not care about merely sending dignitaries or heralds.

No, they would want to celebrate the peace and their Lord Father’s fortune with everyone being present.

With everything else going on in Celebrimbor’s life, and Eregion as a whole, this promised to be a massive headache. Wedding plans had never been of particular interest to him, and yet now, every single person wanted his opinion on every little thing.

And then, there was Adar, who had looked rather put upon when the first questions about flower arrangements and color choices had emerged. Celebrimbor could only wish to have a glare half as effective as his husband; perhaps in that case, he too would have been left in peace after the initial rounds of questioning.

Alas – now they only came to him, and left the task of consulting Adar for his opinion up the elf.

Which was the reason for Adar’s current...grumpiness.

"They want me to wear a robe?" Adar scoffed. "But why? My armor is perfectly adequate and has been serving me well all these past centuries. Why would I exchange it for a fancy piece of fabric?"

The elf sighed. "It’s- customary. And I suppose they thought you might like to wear one for our wedding celebrations. Use the chance to dress up a little for the special occassion."

Adar blinked. His initial scowl was slowly changing into a look of incredulousness, thankfully. Celebrimbor understood his misgivings; after having spent hundreds, nay, thousands of years with his children, the uruk had to be quite unused to, or even uncomfortable with, being without his armor. Nevermind exchanging it to wear velvets, silks and finery.

The uruk mirrored Celebrimbor’s thoughts. "Dress up? A robe would only leave me vulnerable."

The elf shrugged. He himself was perfectly fine with Adar wearing whatever he wished for the celebrations ahead. Truth be told, he was not particularly looking forward to letting himself get adorned with jewels and finery either. He might be a smith that worked with rare metals and precious stones, but that didn’t mean he had a perchant for wearing them himself.

"As I said, it’s customary," he repeated with an apologetic expression, and then tried to smile encouragingly at Adar. "But you don’t have to do it, of course. Though, if it’s because you don’t want someone to take your measurements, you could try on a few of my robes instead; I am sure I have one or two in dark blue that would suit you rather well, come to think of it-"

He went over to his wardrobe as he said this and began to rummage through his clothes. Adar remained quiet behind him as the elf pulled out different garments, held them up to the light, and then put some back while keeping others draped over one arm.

"I appreciate the thought, Tyelpe. But you needn’t trouble yourself," a hand found its way onto Celebrimbor’s shoulder. "I will wear my armor, and that will be the end of it."

There was something in the uruk’s tone that the smith couldn’t place.

He turned back to Adar, a couple of robes in his arms, to look at his husband. The other had a strangely troubled look in his eyes as he glimpsed at the garments, before his gaze moved up to the elf’s face again.

How odd – the day so far had actually been going rather well; they had finally gotten the forge cleaned up, Adar’s children had proper sun tarps now, and the peace talks were just about finished.

And yet, here his husband was, throwing the clothes in Celebrimbor’s arms a look as if their very presence pained him.

The elf blinked, and quickly went over to the bed to deposit his clothes there, before he strode back to Adar. Standing in front of him, the elf placed his hands on the uruk’s elbows. The smith waited until Adar caught his eyes before he spoke.

"I can see that this topic of conversation seems to upset you. And while I do not know why, I will not press you for it. Just know that if you truly do not wish to wear robes or jewelry for our wedding, that is perfectly fine, and I will support you in that decision."

He took a moment to search Adar’s eyes. His next words were said empathically. "It was not my intention to trouble you with my offer."

He could see Adar still in response to his words. The uruk took a deep breath and looked to the side with faraway look, before he visibly deflated. His hands found Celebrimbor’s lower arms and squeezed them gently.

"It is no trouble at all. Thank you for offering," he seemed to search for words, and his eyes didn’t find Celebrimbor’s again when he spoke up once more. "I suppose the day has been more strenuous than I expected. Perhaps we might discuss this matter at another time?"

There was something there that Adar wasn’t telling him, the smith was sure, but it didn’t feel like it was a secret worth pursuing at this moment. He hoped the uruk would tell him of his own accord instead, whenever he was ready.

So he nodded, and smiled once more. "Of course," he said softly, and then began tugging at the uruk’s arm. "Come, it’s almost time for the next meal. I think it will be good to get some food into us – I’m starving."

The other returned Celebrimbor’s smile, and let himself be lead along to the entrace of the elf’s private quarters.

Though, truthfully, it was more accurate to say that they had slowly become their shared quarters over the course of the last few weeks.

Whenever Adar didn’t remain in his children’s camp to overlook their work, he spent the nights in these chambers with the smith. The two of them would often hold one another in bed while sharing how their day had gone, or read, or do...other things.

For that reason, it seemed hardly fair to consider these only Celebrimbor’s quarters anymore.

"Very well. That sounds like a good idea," Adar agreed as he followed the elf.

However, just as they were about the close the door behind them, the elf could see the uruk throw a backwards glance towards Celebrimbor’s bed. It was done too quickly for the Lord of Eregion to remark on it, and he was far too glad about how his husband’s mood had improved to ponder it for long.

[fixinit-au]

Another fun potential chapter idea: BODY SWAP!

Because that fuckass rug still exists and I really wanna use it

Who's swapped with who;

Bill –> Ford's body

Ford -> Fiddleford's body

Fidds -> Bill's body (F in the chat)

[suchawrathfullamb]

ehh idk. I think I really need Hugh Dancy to look at me and say "you look delightful, darling" in a thick british accent. idk. I feel like it would heal some traumas and stuff

[weaverpop]

Tw implied intimacy

This is defo something that Jing likes about Azure. The purring.

They couldn’t have pets because when Nezha was younger he would terrorize ize them. Ie the koi fish pond incident.

Nezha in the distance: “Those fuckers had it out for me I’m telling you!

AHEM! So yeah, no oets, meaning Jing likely never had a cat. So him discovering azures purring…

Jing, laying atop azure: “???…What the…?”

Azure, cuddling Jing: (Purring intensifies)

Jing, starry eyed: “oh.”

It’s something that would bring Jing great comfort, (since you know how cats purring can reduce stress?) and now, post s5, if Jing was feeling particularly stressed or overwhelmed he would Climb in azures lap and just listen to him purr to calm himself down.

Azure loves the cuddles, and is happy to help his Kitten out when he’s feeling down.

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

probably the most classic screen shot of the two brothers. feral is like: 😎 and savage is like 🤨.

[sysig]

Red Eyes and Evil Time, practically the same thing right (Patreon)

[reinabeestudio]

blorbo type: sunglasses

you jest but.

[kamaitachi-hime666]

so i have this app for tracking movies and shows and i’ve been friends with this guy for awhile (he’s a stranger that i probably just automatically followed back) but then i saw this movie review he wrote today ??????? IS HE SAYING THAT NAZIS ARE NOT SUPER EVIL ????

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

there's a good post going around that's like "what are your visual cues for evil?" and it's meant to get you to examine the bigotry baked into art and society around you and some people are doing a good job of pointing out racist etc tropes in villains, generally. which is a good thought exercise. but specifically UNRELATABLE. as a writer, literally 100% of my villains are blue eyed tall white men. literally ALL of them. only about half of them are also meant to be theoretically fuckable.

[cabeswaterdrowned]

probably a pointless observation but I think it’s interesting how little we see of the dreams of characters who aren’t Ronan/aren’t magical dreamers. Like given this was the era of ya that was full of dream sequences. I think the only ones in og trc are Adam’s dream in TRB which is just the same as the vision tree one before he goes to sacrifice himself, Blue in TRK dreaming of Gansey before he leaves to sacrifice himself which is a parallel for sure but. I just think it’s interesting we know so little about what the other chars dream about …

[weaverpop]

So what happened to the Jade emperors power? Did it go anywhere specific during Li Jing’s pregnancy

Dueing s4, when azure lion nearly collapsed in on himself, Mk and Nezha were able to safely remove most of the JE’s powers. Azure was badly hurt, and thus stayed in FFM for full time recovery. It’s one of the reasons he was absent during S5.

S5 played out as normal, with the JE’s powers being turned into the stone ect ect.

But a little bit of it did stay with Azure. It’s why he was even able to get Jing pregnant at all. However, in doing so, it unlocked Jing’s OWN celestial magic. Before he’d only been using what he had been taught.

The little bit of JE’s power goes to make Mocha in Jing’s womb, and eventually leaves Jing altogether when mocha is born. But the blue eyes?

That’s all Jing. He’s unlocked a part of himself he never knew he had, because he needed it to be activated via the JE’s powers. He was made a celestial afterall, and he could only do what they gave him.

Now doesn’t that have some haunting implications.

[snipefr]

one of these for a vortex dragon??? or something else :llamathink: