#i dont know yet

[lavendel081]

We're so back

[lover-of-mine]

[theeonlyroman]

I like to imagine that if SB did raise HL and Rosa (Reader) that the overall setting of the story would be them being raised in a mansion and SB being the old, washed up, celebrity war hero that really stays in the spotlight through his kids by making them star in movies sorta like how Britney Spears was in that Disney show in the 80’s. That if HL especially didn’t get the mark right SB would throw him around and beat him and no one would intervene because of their status and well them being supes. And that no matter how many times Rosa would try to her impress her father with her acting talent and powers, she’d never be seen as “good enough” primarily because she’s a woman and that everything she does would be seen second to her brother HL.

A pivotal moment in yours and HL’s young life would be SB walking in on HL whacking it while smelling your sweater and SB angrily asks him, “What the fuck are you doing?” And a young HL scrambles to readjust himself because it’s pretty humiliating and before he even realizes it SB grabs him by the scruff of his collar throwing him across the room saying, “I knew you were a fucking disappointment but this just takes the cake, you think I’m really gonna let you do this fucked up, sweet home Alabama bullshit like this under my goddamn roof after all the hard work I fucking did” and he just choke slams HL to the ground creating a meteor sized hole on the ground.

You fly in on this after coming home from getting greasy fast food for your Dad and you see the chaos of the house and immediately panic and you run too see that SB is on his way to throwing HL out of the house. You run to try to save HL and you both are desperately clinging to one another because after all you HL is all you have, even though you had no idea the truth of why SB was doing what he was doing and in a moment of rage and disgust SB screams at you to go to your room making you feel like a weak, child you listen to him and HL is screaming for you not too but you tearfully abide by SB over your brothers constant begging. And after everything has calmed down you seek out your father and you see him in front of the tv watching one of his movies with beers and empty pill bottles on the table side, you tell him that you bought him some dinner and the only thing he says is “Thanks”. Both you and SB are just sitting quietly eating the food with nothing but questions in the air but you know that SB won’t tell you anything so you just tearfully eat your food while SB doesn’t make any attempts to console you.

HL finds refuge in none other than Madelyn Stilwell, the twist being is that she’s more like if Lois Lane was a predator and made a young Superman into her lover. She manipulates and abuses him by using his mommy issues and sister complex too her advantage into becoming the face of Vought from a young age from there a more younger generation of The Seven appears which is similar to the Teen Titans. HL tries to use his newfound influence to reach out to you but that can barely work with SB standing in between you both and not even Vought wants to intervene given his status and power so for years you can only support you brother from a distance and in secret away from the eyes of your father the whole time you still don’t know the truth as too why HL was kicked from home but this being kept under wraps by SB and Madelyn as well to preserve the image of the “perfect all American family”.

Other hcs

Rosa and HL were children when their grandfather died and they watched SB respond to his death by dancing on his grave and having multiple women in their home. They just stayed in their rooms till the end of the night to hide away from his antics thankfully their maid made them food.

I’m still kinda iffy on how I want BN and Rosa’s relationship to start out because while he is rendered mute and is treated more as obedient character he is still older than her like he’s in his 40’s and she’s in her mid 20’s.

It’s more of a “Wow this man is acknowledging me for my powers and acting abilities”, “Omg he’s taking care of me and sees that I’m here too”.

Lowkey triggers her daddy issues

Like let’s not forget that Rosa is a SUPE and she’s incredibly strong and talented but she’s just looked over because she’s a woman and is more of a character that’s treated as a sort of “You can be seen but not heard”.

Basically you and BN bond over being treated as the shadows of society; both only being acknowledged when it comes to having a physical presence but not a verbal one but both experiences are entirely different.

For HL and Madelyn imagine if Lois Lane wasn’t the strong willed reporter, imagine if she was the bottom of the barrel, morally corrupt, fame seeking reporter; now let’s apply that notion to Madelyn, shes at the bottom of Vought’s corporate ladder who stumbled upon a grave secret that can ruin SB’s image. So she uses HL’s status to get her to the top of Vought’s corporate chain, she uses his sister complex and mommy issues to her advantage and controls him under the pretense that if he does as she asks “they can be together” at the time he’s 17 and she’s 30.

The Boys version of the Teen Titans is called “The 7 Titans”

[fever-fluff]

Broken Fate

Synopsis: When Azriel is sent to deal with an ongoing problem in the Hybern after the fall of the King nearly two centuries ago, he finds more to the story than he ever thought possible. Three to Five Part series with inspiration from the Netflix show Arcane Word Count: 2.1k

Part II

Everyone was present, Feyre and Rhysand sitting at opposite ends of the table, the rest of them either side. Rhys had started calling these meetings more frequently with the developments of Hybern increasing as the years went on. The fae in power were diligent on keeping good relations with Prythian after everything that had happened, and they had all spent time playing emissary and host to make sure nothing like the past ever happened again.

But something dark had begun to brew in spite of their efforts, though it didn’t spur from the top as it had before.

“The Hybernian Court has requested our aid in investigating a city showing frequent attacks in the recent years. They’ve sent spies and their armed forces in, but neither have come back with any information, and those who have gained some leads haven’t returned at all.” Rhys’ explanation left a sick feeing in everyone, the trauma of the war still a fresh wound. But he pressed on, “There’s a showing pattern of guerilla warfare, and it seems to be a small group of rebels pressing for a cause no one knows anything about.”

All eyes turned to Azriel, but he had been expecting it. Ever since the private discussion he, Feyre and Rhys had the night before on what he’d be asked to do, and he’d accepted with no qualms.

“Make it quick, there’s no need to engage. This is solely reconnaissance. If we’re seen interfering with Hybern directly there’ll be a lot of questions as to what our motives are.” He already knew all of this, ingrained in his psyche since he’d taken on the role of the Night Court’s Spymaster.

The trip was already planned, and the meeting was more of a curtsey to everyone save himself and his High Lord and Lady. He’d leave before nightfall, winnowing to the Hybernian Court immediately to gather any other information to sensitive to send by letter.

But still, as he packed what little he would need for the trip, Azriel felt the sadness of leaving his family hit him hard like it did every time. He’d lost count of the years he’d collectively lost in their presence because his work took him so far into the shadows. But if this was what kept them safe, he do it all for the rest of his life.

A soft knock pulled him out of his thoughts, and at his call the door opened to Elain standing in the space it occupied.

“Elian, its late. What are you doing up?” AZ’s voice aways seemed to soften in his throat when it came to her, as if she would bolt if it raised even the slightest. “I wanted to say goodbye. Cassian said it might be a while until you’re back…” her shyness melted away any frost he felt from leaving, and he managed a small smile. “Missing me already?”

Her cheeks reddened at his question, and her gaze left his as she moved further into the room. There was a small brown parcel in her hand he hadn’t noticed at first until she held it out to him once near enough. “It’s a reminder. To make sure you come back… to all of us.”

He made to open it but she stopped him, “Just, wait until you really need it.”

His smile brightened and he nodded. “Alright.”

It had gone silent between the two of them. Ever since she had learned of Rhys’ intervention on Solstice all those years ago, the distance between them had grown further and further. But it hadn’t stopped the fractures of his heart aching for her any less, even as she had allowed Lucien into her life piece by piece over the last few years. Azriel had resolved himself to care for her from afar, knowing that he’d never have her in the way he wanted. At one point, he had tried to turn his affections to someone else, a fleeting relationship with Gwyn had been the closest he’d gotten. But with the result being both of them returning to friends amicably, he hadn’t attempted anything since.

So, as he stepped into his shadows, Azriel cast one last glance at Velaris until he returned. Whenever that may be.

The arrival and send off from the Court had been brief. No one seemed to have any relevant information beyond what they had been told. The small bits they had gathered was more about the city itself which was under attack, and the randomness of the attacks had left him questioning the motives of these fae.

There was no pattern to suggest anything involving money being stolen under the guise of threats, and shops or buildings with considerable funds hadn’t lost any inventory from the reports following. There was no sign of defence barracks being targeted, and nothing to suggest high officials. The city itself seemed to be underdeveloped compared to the rest of Hybern. A sickness had taken the city by storm, and fae were left shells of their former selves, becoming what the court officials had called degenerate. It had become an underground, where the lowest of the lows had taken residency and the city had become a hive for crime and poverty.

The city had been when the old king had reigned, the new court had established themselves the opposite side of a river, spanning large enough that the two had been disconnected save for two bridges, each one monitored on fae moving in and out – though he’d spotted less than five altogether, and they had been soldiers changing shifts. Going over had been easy with the seal he’d been given, but he was encouraged to leave it when reaching the boarder to the other side. “If they catch you with it, they’ll know you’re fresh meat. Better off not taking the chance considering they’re more like rabid animals than anything else.” The soldier had tucked it into his jacket discretely, “I’m back on shift every three days at dusk, come to the bridge then and I’ll make sure you pass back through.” Azriel nodded his goodbye and thanks before stepping over completely and let his shadows engulf him once again to begin his work.

Flashbacks of his youth in Illyrian camps flitted through his mind as he wandered the streets, head covered but wings out in need of a quick escape. Fae littered the sides of streets, some walking to and from bars and shops, other sitting lifelessly, half covered in the darkness the night provided. He’d even spotted children eating out of alleyway dumping grounds more than he’d like to count.

His shadows had dispersed to grab wind of any mentions of who he was looking for, but as they checked in every hour, Azriel realised it wouldn’t be as easy as that. Instead, he’d sent one out to find a lodging, not trusting the ones given to him by the high fae unless he wanted an easy tip off that he wasn’t here honourably. It lead him to a run down looking tavern, although it was in much better upkeep than its neighbours. A sign for rooms to rent hung beneath another calling it “Aegir’s.”

Inside was not much better. Fae who had wasted themselves on ale slumped over half drained tankards, and two were close to turning violent over spilled coins from a card game further back. The fae behind the bar had stared at him as soon as he’d entered and didn’t seemed inclined to stop even after he sat himself on a stool. Looking at the faelights, Azriel realised that they weren’t in fact what he was used to. Wisps and Devas filles small glass orbs scattered around haphazardly. His dislike apparently evident when the barkeep slapped the cloth he’d been using down on the counter in front of him. “They’re paid n’ fed for the work they do, ain’t got the money to pay for faelightin’ like the seelies over the river.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Azriel motioned to the whiskey bottle behind, but the male didn’t reach for it. “Don’t gotta speak to know you ain’t unseelie boy. Ain’t no one dress like you ere. What with all that tasty lookin leather and cloak you got goin’ on.” Azriel felt a shift behind him, patrons looking up from their cups to size up the newest crop on the market. “I’m not here to cause a scene, I’m just passing through.” He slipped three coppers onto the wood, and they were gone before anyone blinked. A glass of whiskey sat in their place not even a moment later, the barkeep glaring at the fae behind him to settle the scraping chairs back in their place. “There’s easier routes to pass through than ere. Why not save yerself the trouble?”

“No one looks in places like this.” It was enough to have the male backing off from his interrogation. “How much for a room?”

“How long?”

“Three weeks, maybe an extension.”

The number he’d tossed Azriel was absurd but he’d fished half of it out and handed it over, the second half tucked safely away until he’d leave. Azriel had finished his drink in tense silence before he’d followed a barmaid up through winding staircase half ready to keel in on itself. The room was much worse than the bar downstairs, a pile of straw covered by a questionable looking piece of cloth on top. No pillow but a thinned blanket that had seen better days. Azriel slipped a gold mark into the barmaids hand as she made to leave after she’d set a wisp filled orb on the floor beside it, “I’ll be in and out of this room, ask nothing and say nothing. Have only you clean it, and there’ll be more where that came from.” She’d been silent as she closed the door behind her, pressing a key he was sure he should not have in his hand before leaving.

As soon as he was alone, shadows trickled in from the open window and whispered of findings in his ears, but it was short of what he’d hoped. There truly was nothing to say about a rogue group of fae stirring up trouble for the city. Even with all he’d seen, the level of destruction that was happening should have lead to more than what he’d found. But it wasn’t long into his awful first night when he found he’d landed himself bang in the middle of it all.

The noise was unlike anything he had ever heard. The rumbling after reminded him of Rhys when he orchestrated his power in full force. But it was a quick blast. And the shockwave from it didn’t remind him of any powers he had ever come across before. Shooting to the window, Azriel watched as buildings went up in flames not five from Aegir’s, and the flames beginning to sprout spoke of a future of a uncontrollable fire.

He hadn’t changed out of what he wore in the bar, and launched himself down the stairs when he found the window too small to fit through. The bar was empty, the fae having run out at the commotion not far off, and everyone seemed to watch an old, abandoned cobblers crumble in a blaze of orange and a cloud of ash.

Groups had finally began moving towards the disaster, buckets filled with water being thrown onto the heat. It would take hours to put out, but unless he wanted to expose himself, all Azriel could do was watch and grab a bucket as it was tossed his way.

The sun had already started rising when the last of the embers started to smoulder. Azriel found himself standing beside Aegir’s barkeep, both covered in ash and soot from standing too close to the debris. And the building beside it, letters were drawn on the stones in what looked like blood, but up closer he realised it was instead tar.

Fiver letters, drawn with anger and resentment scraped down the walls.

LIARS

“What in the Mother is that about?”

“Somethin tha shouldn’t concern the likes of a fae passin’ through, boy” the barkeep had already turned and gone back inside, as did everyone else. Azriel couldn’t understand how unconcerned everyone was. They all just spent the better half of the night making sure the fire hadn’t spread and just seemed to walk away in indifference.

Defeated from the effort it had taken, Azriel resigned himself to going back to the room and locking the door before he hit the hard surface of his bed for the next couple of weeks.

The stinging from the smoke in his eyes lessened, and a fitful sleep cast over him before he had any more time to think of what had just happened.

[artlocke]

more pre-4.1 doodles, i love drawing wriothelsey so much (also i think more people should draw him with little dot eyebrows, i know not all dogs have them but like. they're so cute)

[apollo-not-in-space]

More sketches because uh oh this silly idea has taken over my silly brain

do I have a multi page google doc about this AU? what are you a cop I don't have to tell you (yes)

[tinycurses]

Trying to draw more Aifyn and Leiv recently,

Also a demon guy.

[killer-kimball]

On today's doodles. Swim forms! (Yes I'm only sketching them)

[gotham-native]

Y'all might be getting some Macavity art tomorrow

[eldrichfuck666]

🦴🩸🥀

[ivys-garden]

Back when Secret Life came out I created a pitch for a season of The Life Series called Quest Life and ever since my friends have been non-stop bothering me to make a fanfic about it detailing a fictional season using those rules.

Unfortunately for them they haven't broken me to the point of actually learning how to use Ao3 but they did manage to get me to think of teams and rough ideas of events for the season. Will anything come from this? Probably Not.

Anyway here's the pitch for

Quest Life

Rules:

In Quest Life, everyone starts off with a total of 15 hearts which can be regenerated. 15 hearts and above means your on green, 10 hearts means your on yellow, 5 means your on red, you can gain more hearts while on yellow or red but this will not reclaim the next colour of life, once you've lost all but 5 hearts you stay red, even if you gain 10 new hearts.

If a player goes below 5 hearts they lose their red life and are out of the game

Each death removes a total of 3 hearts from the player who died. Yellows can choose to kill any green player once per session. Reds can kill any player, including reds, for any reason at any time. Yellows are allowed to kill reds in self defence and greens are allowed to kill Yellows and reds in self defence.

If a yellow Kills a player they gain 3hearts and the killed player loses 3, whereas if a red Kills a player they gain 4 hearts taken and the killed player loses 3.

Greens do not gain hearts for killing other players.

Reds can remain on the same team as Yellows and greens if they wish, reds and Yellows can help each other with kills, but a yellow who has already killed this session cannot help a red kill directly, only through traps. Greens on the same teams as reds cannot help kill players in any way, they can only W̸̢͍͖͔̜̙̮̹̟̯̟̹̲̔a̷̢̫̜͕̮̫͕̘̹̣̤͙̹̺͑̿̿̈̐̓̿̿͒͆̆̀̕͘͠t̷̠͍͔̠̆̈́̎̐̄̇̀͌̀͘͝͝͠c̷̖͔̤̠͛̈́͒̔̓͝h̴̳̲̔̏̓̇͌͘͜͝

At the start of every session players are given a book that contains a Minecraft item currently obtainable within the world border, the goal is to collect this item, if you have the item in your inventory by the end of the session you gain 3 hearts, failure to collect or keep this item will result in you having to collect a harder item next session, failure to collect that item will remove 5 hearts, but success will add 5 hearts (meaning some players may chose purposefully to not collect their item to gain more hearts in the following session)

Other players can know what the item is and can help others get it.

This season The Boogeyman makes a return, at the start of every session 1-3 non-red players, instead of being given an item, will be chosen to be The Boogeyman, who will have to kill a green or yellow player, success results in a gain of 5 hearts but failure results in being bumped down to the lower life colour.

Players killed by the boogeyman lose 5 hearts

The spawner and Egg mechanics from Secret Life make a return

[anadorablekiwi]

@telemna-hyelle sneak peek (while i help a friend in co-op lol)

Wonky as always but okay so far i think!

[bugbxyjunk]

have not slept. 6am. send help

[wooyo-bae]

THE FAMILY IS GROWING!! 💪💪💪

[petrigrof-doomed-yuri]

HI PEOPLE ^^!!

hi people of the world! my name is dino or kiara, or something else i dont care.. but this my account where i talk about everything petrigrof!! (simon and betty)

i made this account because i keep talking to my friends about it and they think im insane. which.. yeah. but like, the amount i talk about them is to a point i have to show the world how much i love them <3

SOME INFO

some basic info about my perspective on petrigrof is im a FIRM transfem simon believer. this doesn’t like.. get in the way of any facts i say but i just thought id need to put it out there just incase people get confused! i also dont take any “sides” with petrigrof because i believe theyre both in the wrong many many times. this doesn’t mean i do not like their relationship, i love it! i love it so much!!! but theyve made mistakes and im not just going to ignore that.

anywho, to wrap everything up. ask me questions in my question asker thingy! i would love to answer any questions you guys have!

im also new to tumblr posting so uh leave me alone. also i may or may not post art slash aus. depends how i feel……

[slemhosta]

Sometimes I'll have a sudden, unexpected thought and think "who said that?" and after a while it stuck. They became little characters.

I need little guys to talk to in my comics so I don't have to make snooze-fest straw men.

Here are some of the bunnies (oh and they're all bunnies):

They do have more literal names, too. But I wanna move away from the comic trope where a guy wears a t-shirt that says what they represent on it and do more with the designs.

Let's wrangle some buns!

Here's the old pic from 2020:

Red boy will be coming back. But I almost never see the blue one anymore.