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[grizzlyofthesea]

Dumb Vocaloid Headcanons Part 1: Internet Co.

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Andriods/robots of various levels of human resemblance

Voicebank upgrades correspond to hardware upgrades.

Primarily made for music, but they also have combat skills.

Each one has a unique music-related weapon/ability, which I'll elaborate on in another post. (I got this idea from the manga Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter. It's...an experience. Kinda chaotic, and the translation I found isn't always the clearest, but it's cute, harmless fun focused on the first few Internet Co. Vocaloids. If you want to see himbo Gackpo in a fundoshi, this is the manga for you.)

Generally get along well with the Cryptonloids

One huge, generally happy family

Camui Gackpo (Gackpoid)

The most robotic/android-like of the bunch in terms of physical structure, but good gosh, does he have feelings

His "bodysuit" is just what his body looks like (he can morph it into a more human-looking appearance, though), and that weird glowy spot on his chest is his power core.

Can change his eye and power core colors at will

Has a whole army of eggplant horses

A chivalrous gentleman, but he has his goofy moments

An expert in hair care

Cishet ally

Dating/in love with GUMI

GUMI (Megpoid)

Huge science and sci-fi nerd

Has a visible battery gauge on each of her designs, which takes the form of a red jewel. It blinks when her battery is running low. (another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

BFFs with Miku, Luka, Lily, and CUL

Owns a carrot rocket equipped with missiles

Her goggles have several functions, including night vision, tracking, and looking cool.

Lives for the aesthetics of the 1960s-1980s

A little bit scatterbrained, but she tries

Hoping that everyone else (or at least Gackpo and Una) joins her on VOCALOID6 and gets an AI voicebank

Bisexual

Dating/in love with Gackpo

Lily

Beta/production name was Yuripoid (not actually, but in my headcanon). This didn't stick for multiple reasons.

Her tattoo doubles as a battery meter, "draining" from top to bottom as her power depletes.

Likes lollipops (yet another idea from Megu Megu Singer Song Fighter)

The "cool older sister" of the group

Infamous for speeding on her motorcycle

Keeps a couple of beehives, from which she harvests honey

Demi/heteroromantic asexual

Exchanges makeup tips with Gackpo

Ryuto (Gachapoid)

Obsessed with dinosaurs, to the point where he has memorized every species

Basically GUMI's little brother

His arm warmers serve to make his elbow joints slightly less obvious; his shoes do the same thing for his ankles.

Favorite meal is dino nuggies with waffle fries

Friends with Yuki and Oliver

Really wants a pet puppy

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Big fan of FNAF, even if it scares him sometimes

A little bit self-conscious about his buck teeth

Always carries a notebook and markers with him in his backpack

CUL

Huge Madoka Magica fan; cried at Sayaka's death

Doesn't always get along with her sisters, but she loves them all dearly

Gets into arguments with Gackpo over who "stole" the other's hairstyle

Her eyes double as cameras

Favorite foods are Pocky and tempura shrimp

Shops exclusively at thrift stores and Hot Topic

Knows all the jokes about her name's meaning in French; not amused at all

Lesbian; has a bit of a crush on flower

Secretly collects porcelain dolls

galaco

Huge space nerd

Loves to nerd out over space with GUMI

Has always wanted to be a princess

Has jet boots; can use them to float in place or skate around

The first one to lack any visibly robotic traits

BFFs with MAYU

Loves listening to video game soundtracks

Aroace

Plays a lot of TF2 in her spare time; mains Demoman

kokone

Kind of shy, especially around new people

Huge book nerd; favorite genre is fantasy

LOVES animals

Favorite food is raindrop cake

Surprisingly big fan of horror movies

Gets cold easily

Likes to do prank phone calls with GUMI; they switch places periodically, pretending to be the same person

Trans girl (pronouns are she/her); polysexual

Wants to write and illustrate her own manga series

Rana

Technically developed by We've Inc. as a collab with Internet Co., but since she's the only one from We've Inc, the Internet Co. crew includes her as one of their own.

Really wants to be a magical girl; has designed her own weapon and transformation device

Has a massive collection of teddy bears

Practically lives in her hoodie

Feels a bit weird about being literally 0 years old, but tries to ignore it

Sugar cookies make her life worth living

Carries a variety of glitter with her at all times

Chika

The mom friend

Has regular lunch outings with Mew and MEIKO

A talented tailor

Lives for vintage clothing

Has an entire cupboard full of various herbal teas

A little bit disappointed about her unpopularity, but she has mostly accepted it at this point

Tends a butterfly garden

Cishet ally

Really good at cooking and baking

Otomachi Una

Her hat is alive.

Views Rana as a rival; Rana doesn't really care

Looks up to GUMI

Can hold her breath for ten minutes

Tends a koi pond

Loves to experiment with different hair dyes

Sometimes wears fake glasses for the sake of fashion

Owns a swimmable mermaid tail (fades from indigo to lime green, then cotton candy pink); loves showing it off

Just beginning to question her sexuality

Will eat every piece of cheesecake in a five mile radius

ROSA

A CeVIO/upcoming SynthV vocal rather than a Vocaloid, but since she was made in collaboration with Internet Co. and CUL is her older sister, she hangs out with the Internet Co. crew often

Gets along well with Gackpo for their shared love of traditional Japanese culture

Insists that she "was born in the wrong generation"

Loves rose-flavored macarons, but her favorite food is salmon nigiri

Gets picked on by some of her older sisters, so she has learned to be a bit sassy as a defense mechanism

Genderfaer (pronouns are she/her and occasionally they/them); pansexual

In the process of collecting all of the Vocaloid Nendoroids (except the Miku ones; there are way too many)

[ami-v-dragnire]

“Get Ready With Me” my comic for the @itsstylishzine! A zine dedicated to Aziraphale's fashion. I love their fashion so much and it's a SHAME you don't get to see all the layers. The song Aziraphale gets dressed to is "Everyday" by Buddy Holly, the almost-theme/opening

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[ID: An illustrated comic of Aziraphale getting dressed for the day. The first panel begins the montage with the angel wing mug full of hot coco and Crowley’s sunglasses on a table surround by books. Aziraphale is singing along to Buddy Holly’s, Every day. “Every day, it’s a-getting closer” plays as Aziraphale buttons up their pale blue dress shirt covering the tattoos on their arms, neck, and chest. “Going faster than a roller-coaster” frames close up shots of them linking their cuff links and putting a heart shaped earring on. “Love like yours will surely come my way” follows a frame of them locking their sock braces and buttoning embroidered suspenders/braces. The socks are tartan-patterned and they have visible leg hair. The embroidery features a snake, flaming sword and red flowers. The page ends with the lyrics “A-hey, a-hey-hey.”

The second page begins with a two panelled shot of Aziraphale tying their tartan-patterned bow-tie and then adjusting it while singing “Every day seems a little longer”. This is followed by a frame of buttoning up their waistcoat to the lyrics “Every way, love’s a little stronger.” The waistcoat is worn around the button, lower lapel, and bottom edge areas. The next frame has them pulled down the waistcoat in adjustment. There is double-albert chain and fob attached to the front. “Come what may” plays as they are now wearing their coat and is pulling it down. The song continues “Do you ever long for true love from me”.

The montage ends with a full body shot of Aziraphale fully dressed. They are mid motion of swaying to the music and turning around. Their neck tattoos are visible over the top of their collar. The lining of the jacket is a light jade eye and wing pattern. They stand with a mirror behind them illuminated by a halo with swords.There is a panel of a close up of a gramophone playing the song. The song continues “Every day, it’s a-getting closer, going faster than a roller-coaster, love like yours will surely come my way”. The next panel shows Aziraphale checking their pocket watch whilst directly singing “A-hey, a-hey-hey”. They continue to sing “Love like yours will surely come my way” but get interpreted half way by a car honk. Aziraphale then says “Oh! On the way down!” whilst moving out of frame. They are smiling.

The final page starts with Crowley outside, leaning against the Bentley. They are humming whilst playing on their phone. Their hair is shoulder length and in a half bun. Some of it spills over their face. Aziraphale greets them with “Hello, my dear” which causes them to look up in the second panel and lower their phone. The last panel fills the lower half of the page. Aziraphale is striding in from the left, hand outstretched. Their coat flows behind them exposing the lining. Crowley is leaning up against the car. Aziraphale and Crowley’s hands are gently grasping each other’s. Crowley says “Looking good, angel.” The comic ends. End ID]

[everafterkeiji]

Omg hello i noticed ur reqs are open so can i request timeskip!mitsuya, rindou, and sanzu reacting to their fem s/o that has alot if tattoos and piercings ???

helloo! thank you so much for requesting <33 i actually love piercings- I can't wait to get a tattoo but i might get my ass beat if i did anyway i hope u have a good day/night and i hope this request is okay for you!

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

PAIRINGS: Mitsuya, Rindou, Sanzu x fem! reader

GENRE/INFO: contains piercings and tattoo mentions but overall fluff

PART 2 / PART 3

♡ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 can only think of one word and that was "beautiful."

- The moment your piercings in your ear were peaking through your hair and ink covered skin with masteries of different illustrations, he knew you were just a bit more ethereal than the rest.

- He really doesn't mind. He loves the way you accessorize and how every tattoo carries a meaning that he could listen to for hours.

- Often the type to run his fingers through your skin, examining and appreciating the markings on it like the masterpiece you are.

- Never forgets to remind you how gorgeous you are with them, he sometimes see the way people look at you with the amount of ink you have on but don't bother— Mitsuya assures you that the heated eyes on you can't compare to the way he sees you.

"Tell me more about this one, darling." He whispers, pointing to a little flower on your forearm. You smiled, running your hands to his lavender hair before you began the story. By the end of it, he was more than intrigued to hear it's meaning as he plants a chaste kiss on it.

"It's as beautiful as you."

♡ 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔 has his fair share of tattoos and piercings so when it came to you, it was normal.

- He'd always admire them, curious to the many backstories of why you got them. In terms of piercings, he can share a few of his set of earrings as well as encouraging you to get matching ones.

- He would comment on how some designs would look amazing on you, sometimes even deciding if he should get a tattoo as well.

- He would give random compliments, no matter the time or day. The first time he met you one of the tattoos you had peaking through your collar brought up the conversation already and since then, he just can't help but look at them in awe at how perfectly they sit on your skin.

"Well aren't you cool?" He teases, when you showed him a memorable yet painful marking on your spine. His finger lightly trails upwards, loving the texture it brings to your delicate skin. He then pulls down your shirt before his hand cascades from your hair to your jaw.

"Say, I think you're quite an artist." He whispers as you grow flustered.

"Or better yet, the art itself." He follows before placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder, sending you a cheeky wink once he meets your eyes.

♡ 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 feels comfortable with the sight of your skin etched in various designs. Having his own tattoo on the side of his body, he doesn't feel like he has the need to hide something of his own.

- He often thinks how young you got them seeing the amount but he just lets the thought sit in his head as he admires each and every one of them.

- He occasionally tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear just to see the trail of earrings you had on, liking the way they were all expressive of who you were.

- Would sometimes be curious to the levels of pain you had to go through but seeing that you've got quite an amount, he can just assume your tolerance was high.

- Still, he thinks it wasn't taboo or unfit for a woman. To him, every quote or every memory you placed on your skin is a sight he could never get sick of.

"You don't mind?" You asked, as he stares at you confused before doing the habit you've grown to notice and love. Gently pushing your hair back with his hand resting below your ear, he spoke. "You look pretty and I can never complain about that."

[hansolmates]

tingle (m)

summary; your super hot, super sexy tattoo artist manages to catch you off guard mid-session. at least his touch keeps the pain off your mind. pairing; tattoo artist!jungkook x tattooed!reader (f) genre/warnings; sexual tension, im tellin u being naked in front of your tattoo artist is something, pining, roleplay, soft dom!jk, descriptions of tattooing needles and the pain associated with it, rough language, man bun koo, really tender n slow lovin, mc has nice soft squishy boobies, heeavvyyy use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 1.3k a/n; we’ve unleashed tattoo artist!koo. it’s time. based on this hellpost that won’t leave my mind. first drabble for cami’s 7k share tyty

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When he touches your bare breast, he’s injecting more than just ink in your skin. 

By any means, this isn’t your first rodeo. You’ve gotten tattoos before, in fact you remember how it took months for you to just let your mind kindly shut the fuck up so you could finally pick something out. You realized back then that there would never be a perfect placement or meaningful design that you had to cling to in order to get it done. Sometimes you have to do things simply because it feels right. 

Yet lying down on the leather bed, petal-covered tits out and free to grab (and he does, for leverage) you feel like a tattoo newbie as he angles the needle into your skin.

Jungkook’s fast and quick, they say. It’s why you chose him for this particular piece, a blooming lily in three parts, from a bud to a bloom that starts from the bottom of your sternum to the tops of your breasts. You’ve heard stories about how the sternum is the most painful area to ink, but you’ve had this idea in mind for literal years and you still haven’t been able to shake it off. You remember how badly you wanted to kiss him after seeing how beautiful the design looked on his iPad, but for the sake of professionalism you simply nodded your head and said you loved it. You’re sure it’s highly inappropriate to lay one on your tattoo artist for just doing their job. 

You wish you could see the ink as he’s working, but at the same time you’re excited to see the final project once it’s completely done. The only thing you can stare at is his face, dark brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes every centimeter of his available space, making sure the shading is perfect as he goes in with his magnum. His eyes are bright and clear despite being in the shadows as he bends over your form, and the tips of his long hair wink against your vision as they pull out of his messy bun. 

“This part’s gonna hurt the most,” Jungkook mumbles more to himself than you, seemingly in a trance as he lifts his needle from the finished bud. The half-bloom sits right at the middle, and when he presses his finger in the spot you try not to visibly wince. The bone’s right there and you’ve already shed a couple tears from the first half hour. 

“I’ll try not to squirm,” you steel yourself, curling your toes as you prepare for the next round of needling. 

“Oh don’t worry, if you squirm I’ll just pin you down.” 

You could swear Jungkook’s squishes your breast a little firmer as he says that, but you chalk it up to him going back in and needing to move it around to touch up the inked bud. It’s not like he’ll fuck you on this table, the pain must be making you some kind of delusional if you’re fantasizing about your tattoo artist.  

Five minutes later he nicks you in a particularly sensitive spot, and you wince. You can’t help but shift away, kicking your legs. He's by his words, and Jungkook’s hand unflinchingly clamps down on your breast, pushing you into the leather. From the corner of your eye, you see the way your skin bubbles between Jungkook’s inked fingers, the fat from your breast practically spilling over his knuckles. 

Neither of you say anything as he switches needles, opting for a thinner one in order to start the illustration. 

Once the sharp metal pricks your skin, you exhale. Your eyes open slightly to see a thin smile veiled onto Jungkook’s petal pink lips. 

“Good girl,” it rolls off his tongue like honey and butter, and you have to clench your thighs and press every centimeter of your body to the table in order to not flip your shit. 

It hurts, obviously. The needle goes straight to your heart, akin to the heat that pools between your thighs as you repeat his praise over and over in your head. You feel your bones vibrate in your chest as he goes in, but you want to do well for him so you force yourself to stay put. 

You’re sure he means nothing by the nickname–or pet name in your dirty mind. Jungkook and all the other artists in Jamais Vu are known to be flirty when they want to. You’re sure he’s said that to dozens of other customers, considering his books are always full and his Instagram is filled with attractive men and women inked in the most intimate of areas. 

“You say that to all your customers?” you finally pull the question from your throat, Jungkook taking a wet paper towel to rub away the excess ink. You fight your contented sighs as the cold fabric soothes your burn. 

He hums, drifting away from your body to zoom in his perched iPad. “Only the cute ones,” he teases lightly, and you hold your breath for the rest of the appointment. 

Jungkook’s slow and steady. 

“Whoever did that tatt must be a freakin’ genius,” Jungkook says between pumps, tugging your right breast to the side to marvel at the finished work. The adhesive bandage gleams in the low light of your shared bedroom, due to the television displaying a muted version of My Hero Academia with all it’s vast explosions and super-powered rocket thrusters. 

The only thrusting you’re concentrating on however, is the tender, thick drag of Jungkook’s cock slipping in and out of your wet folds. 

“Y-yeah I guess,” you whimper when he swipes his thumb over the nipple, and his dips down to give your new flowers tiny, petal soft kisses, “the artist was trying to hit on me, though. I could’ve sworn he was trying to cop a feel during our session.” 

“What a loser,” he chuckles at the running joke, his large hand dipping to the edge of your tummy. He links pinkies with yours along the way, and the both of you moan at the vision of where you couple between each other’s thighs. Thrust for thrust, his dick bulges and bloats your tummy in a way that has him gleaming with want. “Did you tell him you have a loving, far more talented boyfriend?” 

“Ah, n-no,” it’s clearly the wrong answer, as Jungkook slips away from you and sits on his calves, thick golden thighs expanding tauntingly as he strokes his heady member right between your eyes.

“I thought you were a good girl,” he sighs, as if disappointed with your choices. 

“I am a good girl,” you whine, “your good girl.” 

“Then tell me what you’re really thinking.” 

Your teasing, sexy boyfriend makes no moves to touch you, pretending to be wrapped up in his own pleasure. His mouth parts, jaw slackening as his eyes flutter shut when the motion starts to increase in pace. 

“Mm, would’ve—would’ve let him fuck me on the tattoo bed if he asked,” you mentally beg for him to open your eyes and watch you, but you can’t wait. Your fingers travel across your stomach and down to sensitive bud, rubbing the slick pearl, “y-yes, really wanted him—no, I really wanted you to bend me over in front of everyone, Jungkook. P-please, I’m so good, l-let me cum–” 

Your ministrations stop as soon as Jungkook’s hand covers your own. He never got particularly rough, but his grip is firm as he replaces your hand with his own. His eyes are blown wide, his hand sticky with your combined arousals. 

“Stop moving,” he whispers in your ear, and you tamp the urge to cry when he pinches your clit,  “or else I’m gonna have to pin you down again.” 

[perperam]

Do you have any Harlivy fic recommendations? Preferably something that is already completed?

OH I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

okay okay so quick little tangent fact !! I actually just finished my undergrad degree in "english literature analysis & writing" and reading fics is so fun bc I get to analyze them and break them down and if it's particularly well written the stars align and it's just UGH so good. 

ratings are: E (explicit) M (mature) T (teens and up) and G (everyone) anyways here is a HUGE list of my favorite fics to date, their stats/details/plots, reasonings as to why they're on the list to begin with, and a short analysis:

SHORT STORIES (less than 30k words)

for your convenience they’re in order of length bc I’m focusing on this super hard rn

KISS YOUR BEST FRIEND CHALLENGE (T)  STATS — 340 words, shenanigans, fluff PLOT — Harley, TikTok and general Social Media queen, decides to do the trending challenge to kiss your best friend. The best friend? Her roommate and the woman she’s been crushing on for fucking ever: Poison Ivy.

AM I TOO CLOSE? (CAUSE YOU FOLD INTO ME LIKE A HEART WITH A BEAT) (G) STATS — 839 words, fluff, shenanigans PLOT — Harley genuinely wasn’t looking for trouble, but it’s hard to just have a day out when you’re one of Gotham’s most wanted. Running into Ivy, she takes drastic measures (and her hoodie into the mix) to distract the police from looking in their direction.

I’M HOME (G) STATS — 892 words, domestic fluff PLOT — After a long and rough day at work, Ivy comes home to Harley. Relaying the details of her day, she basks in the comfort of her girlfriend, who provides gentle questions and is a phenomenal listener. General cuteness.

CONFLICT DIAMONDS (G) STATS — 990 words, wedding shenanigans, banter, humor PLOT — Batman and Renee Montoya respond to a break-in at a jewelry store, except even though the owner is duct-taped to the wall, it isn’t really a break-in; Harley’s just trying to shop for a ring for Ivy, and that’s difficult to do when the owner is screaming in the corner. Batman and Renee both pitch in to help pick something nice for Harley’s girl, resulting in hilarious banter.

OF COURSE (T) STATS — 1.1k words, hurt/comfort (kinda), harley quinn animated tv show centric PLOT — In the aftermath of Ivy’s death, rebirth, and the fall of Joker Tower, Harley collapses onto the ground. Since she never mentioned that her parents are the reason for most of her injuries, Ivy isn’t sure why she’s so out of it.

PERFECT MORNINGS (T) STATS — 1.1k words, domestic fluff/bliss PLOT — Ivy, who usually wakes up early and before Harley, takes a moment to look at the countless muscles, ridges, scars, and tattoos on Harley’s body as she sleeps. General cuteness.

I’D LOVE TO CHECK YOU OUT (T) STATS — 1.7k words, university au, fluff PLOT — Harley visits the library virtually every day, and it’s definitely not because she needs to work on her university courses and homework. She finally works up the courage to speak to the alluring redhead she sees there every day while absentmindedly looking at a book on sharks. 

I’LL LOVE YOU IN THE MORNING (NOON, NIGHT) (T) STATS — 2.1k words, angst, hurt/comfort PLOT — A snapshot look into Ivy and how she comes to know, care, and love all the sides of Harley—from psychiatrist to criminal to girlfriend. She loves her throughout it all. 

DAY-DREAMING (T) STATS — 2.2k words, shenanigans, psychiatrist Harleen PLOT — Ivy’s falling for her psychiatrist—her humorous, intelligent, caring, and downright gorgeous psychiatrist. It’s difficult, to say the least.

WHAT HAPPENS IN THEMYSCIRA (DOESN’T) STAY IN THEMYSCIRA (T) STATS — 2.3k words, humor, wedding shenanigans, angst with a happy ending PLOT — In a surprise twist of events, Harley and Ivy were drunkenly married at Themyscira. When asked at the wedding if anybody had objections to the union of Ivy and Chuck, Wonder Woman and the Queen of Themyscira herself come to object. Ivy, for lack of a better word, wants to die a little.

NOT A ROCKER CHICK (T) STATS — 3.1k words, rock band au, fluff PLOT — The last thing Ivy wants to do is go to a rock band concert with her best friend, Selina. Despite her best efforts, she can’t help but completely fall into the rhythm of the band and their music, so different than her own norm. And okay, maybe the singer (who Selina was friends with and called “Harley”) was also kinda hot...

A TENDER HEART AMONG THE GREEN (T) STATS — 3.2k words, gotham city sirens raise Lucy au, domestic bliss PLOT — Harley and Selina come back home to the apartment to find Ivy passed out asleep with Lucy cuddling into the crook of her neck and Selina’s cats cuddling her legs. Knowing that Ivy would rather be caught dead than in such a compromising situation (after all, she is the Poison Ivy, who “hates humans”) the two take a photo, since it lasts longer. Shenanigans and cuteness ensue.

BUILDING YOUR GIRL’S SECOND STORY (M) STATS — 3.3k words, university/grad school au, angst with a happy ending PLOT — Snapshots of Harley’s battle with her violent and abusive boyfriend, Jack, and the way in which Bruce, his boyfriend Clark, and her best friend (and potentially lover) Pamela all love Harley and will do anything, anything, to make sure she gets the help, care, and love she needs.

A DIFFERENT KIND OF NORMAL (T) STATS — 3.6k words, coronavirus pandemic/quarantine au, family au PLOT — Ivy is requested by the Justice League to help create and manufacture a vaccine for the COVID-19 virus. As she works on the vaccine, she video calls Harley and their daughter Lucy, both of whom miss her very much. 

RABBIT IN THE GARDEN (T) STATS — 4.4k words, implied suicide attempt, hard angst PLOT — Winters are difficult to Ivy. When Harley comes home one day to see her submerged fully in water in the bathtub, the only thing Harley can do is cry and take her out. Ultimately Ivy is alright—but it doesn’t make it any easier.

WE WILL BE (EVERYTHING THAT WE’D EVER NEED) (T) STATS — 5.8k words, high school au, angst, hurt/comfort PLOT — Harley and Ivy are best friends from high school, living in the middle of Arizona. Ivy is absolutely head over heels for Harley, but the latter is in a growing and increasingly abusive relationship with the older “bad-boy” (literally) Jack. Eventually, the two grow together in more ways than one.  

WHERE THE RED FERN GROWS (EXCEPT NO DOGS DIE) (M) STATS — 9.7k words, domestic bliss, no powers just botanist & psychiatrist au PLOT — After her abusive ex-boyfriend tries to maniacally tear down the front door of her apartment with an ax as her best friend, Selina, pushes the table against the splintering wood, Bruce recommends that Harley gets a dog. She gets two German Shepard brothers—Bud and Lou—who lead her one day on their walk to the most beautiful flower shop owner Harley’s ever seen. The story of Harley and Ivy, told with Bud and Lou present to witness every moment.

THE MOMENT I AWAKEN GHOSTS (T) STATS — 11.7k words, falling in love, feelings & realizations PLOT — A deep look into Ivy’s feelings and how they evolve from general hatred against Harleen the psychiatrist at Arkham to a blooming, kind and gentle love towards Harley Quinn, the crown jester of crime. 

HARLEQUIN’S ISLE (T) STATS — 17.5k words, hurt/comfort, happy ending, shenanigans, humor PLOT — Harley and Ivy decide to go on a vacation on Bruce Wayne’s new eco-friendly plane, but in a surprise twist of events, things go terribly wrong, Ivy falls out of the plane, and the two (as well as all the other rich and wealthy big-name CEOS on the plane) get stranded on an island with someone actively trying to rob the investors. Harley and Ivy will fight them, god damn it, because they deserve this vacation and they will have it.

LONGER STORIES (30k words to 100k words)

YOUR LOVE (DÉJÀ VU) (G) STATS — 33k words, slow burn, mild angst, canon divergence PLOT — A what-if-Harley-found-Ivy-first fic, YOUR LOVE wonderfully illustrates Dr. Harleen Quinzel treating Ivy in a wonderfully humane and kind way, including learning floriography, the language of flowers, in order to better relate to her. Ivy is taken aback by her doctor's genuine care and begins to develop feelings, all the while Harleen falls hard and fast which wholly confuses and frightens her. The one caveat is that while this is happening, Harleen is also treating the Joker as well, who tries (keyword: tries) to manipulate her. Ivy and Harley dance a timid tango around one another as they try to navigate this new playing field of romantic feelings for one another, and things come to a breaking point when Harleen realizes that, perhaps, all of her patients have a point and that the real villains are not the ones inside the asylum, but rather the ones running it. FAVORITE DETAILS — I just love the way this is written. It provides a wonderful and almost skinny-love like romance (except this takes place in an insane asylum) as Harleen and Ivy both try to understand their strong feelings for one another. The way in which the rogues and other inmates/patients all look out for one another was very heartwarming, and Waylon and Eddie's thinly veiled camaraderie with Ivy—and her thinly veiled appreciation for it—were both lovely and created a really warm environment. It really underlined why Harley loved them because you love them too in the process, and see how she reaches her breaking point.  CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harley, as she is in all of my favorite fics, is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and talented psychiatrist. Her caring nature is wonderfully outlined in this fic as she helps Waylon, Eddie, Ivy, and everybody else in the asylum be treated with genuine respect and care, going as far as to get them personalized gifts. Her psyche fracturing slowly never once makes her seem unintelligent to the reader, even as she actively places a ditz persona in order to fool the rest of the asylum staff (and the Joker). Ivy, on the other hand, is illustrated in a way that perfectly shows how all she genuinely needed was someone to listen. She's sometimes harsh and crass but you can see how she begins to soften as Harley helps her and treats her with: you guessed it, genuine respect. FINAL VERDICT — I would get this tattooed on my ass if I could

NOVEL LENGTH WORKS (100k+ words)

ACROSS THE WAY (M) STATS — 128.7k words, slow-burn, tattoo artist & flower shop owner au  PLOT — Botanist and flower shop owner Pamela Isley moves to Gotham from Seattle in search of a new life. Her shop is located directly next to a tattoo shop—one that is incredibly loud and bothersome. Upon walking in to give the shop a piece of her mind, she meets one of the resident artsits, Harley Quinzel, and cannot get her out of her mind. The two become best friends, and feelings slowly start to develop. On a night when Harley is most vulnerable and in need of a place to escape, Pam offers her apartment as a refuge, and from that point on things are never the same again (in the best way possible).  FAVORITE DETAILS — The SIT sessions were a wonderful touch and I loved seeing the recovery of both Ivy and Harley, because it was so real. I also loved how once Harley got out, she did everything in her power to protect both herself and Ivy from Jack, and we got to see her and Ivy grow into their wonderful, healthy romance. CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — I love how all of the characters are illustrated; Selina, who is the caring best friend and genuinely does her best to help others around her all the while being her cocky, usual self. Pam, who escaped Seattle and started anew in Gotham and is the crass botanist and also the insanely kind and caring lover. Barbara is the adorable coffee shop owner, Floyd is the caring figure for Harley that she never had, and everyone is just wonderful.  FINAL VERDICT — literally go read this rn, what are you even doing

MAD LOVE: THE BEGINNING & MAD LOVE: THE FINAL CHAPTER (M) STATS — nearly 400k words total, angst, canon divergence, domestic fluff, slice of life PLOT — imagine YOUR LOVE except this is much longer, much more heart-wrenching, a whole lot more angsty, and Harleen's break with Harley is a lot more prevalent. Another what-if scenario of Dr. Harleen Quinzel meeting and treating the illusive Poison Ivy instead of the Joker, MAD LOVE shows an interesting depiction of the way they manipulate, hurt, care, and love one another. The entire story is riddled with well placed metaphors, recurring themes, and both Ivy and Harley's characters are illustrated in the most complex and interesting way. All throughout both the initial and the sequel, Ivy and Harleen play a metaphorical chess game in manipulation as a means to gain the upper-hand on the other, which creates a dangerous foundation for their following love story. In the sequel, "The Final Chapter," the story starts with Harley and Ivy—already married near the end of "A New Beginning"—having two kids and the entire piece spans over Harley's lifetime until she's on her deathbed, with Ivy still stuck at 33 years old beside her. I personally stopped reading the story after Harley died (I was too emotionally vulnerable to continue on) but if you continue reading on, you get to see Ivy move on and appreciate Harley's impact on her life as she finds love and happiness again after the loss of her wife. FAVORITE DETAILS — We get insight into both Ivy and Harleen's trauma, and how not everything can be fixed with love. Neither Harleen nor Ivy (or their actions for that matter) are characterized as perfect in any way, and the story never excuses any of their more-than-questionable actions; in fact they make MANY mistakes and manipulate one another throughout the story, and both have power over the other (Harleen is her psychiatrist, but Ivy could easily kill her, so emotional power over someone with immense physical power). CHARACTER DEPICTIONS — Harleen is depicted as an incredibly intelligent and capable psychiatrist, and the story somehow wonderfully mixes Harley's desire for violent chaos with Harleen's desire to help others. v Ivy is illustrated as the epitome of "I hate you and will not be nice unless you're literally either my wife or kids." She is seldom kind to others, is often crass, but an entire softy when it comes to Harleen and their children. She's a hard worker and is heavily involved in her research. Harleen, on the other hand, is equally cunning but more lighthearted, extremely athletic and active, the "fun" mom, and less into power trips (unless it's about Ivy). FINAL VERDICT — definitely the most interesting fics I've ever read in my entire fucking life, it's so complex and wonderful and a literal minefield of analysis worthy literature, I'd also get this tattooed on my ass if I could

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Clarisse & The Lord of the Rings

“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” 

When she was 12, Chiron noticed that she was the only year-round Ares girl. He pulled her aside one day and offered her a room in the Big House for herself, figuring she could use some privacy and alone time from her brothers. 

The room had a small TV and DVD player in it, and she had the only key to the room. She could use it when ever she wanted, as long as it wasn’t during training or school work. 

That’s where she found The Lord of the Rings extended edition DVDs. She watched all of them in two days. 

She cried when Boromir died, but nothing prepared her for the raw emotion of this scene from The Two Towers . She thinks about this scene constantly, and it’s probably her favorite scene from any of the movies in the long term. The only scene that rivals it is the Battle for Osgiliath in The Return of the King. 

What really fucked her up though, was the Battle for Osgiliath/Pippin’s song from Return of the King. That scene made her realize, more than anything she’d encountered before, the ways in which war, while it can sometimes be comprised of glorious moments of good triumphing over evil, it could also be comprised of moments of leaders gluttonously and recklessly consuming those willing to fight for them. 

After she watched all the movies all the way through, she asked Chris to re-watch them with her. He agreed, because she was his best friend. She didn’t expect to cry at all, because she knew what would happen, but she cried twice, once at the Sam scene in The Two Towers, and "I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you!”. Chris didn’t judge her. 

When Chris was really sick, she would sometimes sing “The Edge of Night” to him, and it would calm him down. 

Chiron had large text print copies of the books, which he gifted to her. 

She read them all in one summer. She rereads them every summer. They’re ear marked and annotated to death. 

While she always loved Faramir in the movies, when she read his line: “War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.” She was so overwhelmed that she had to lie down. 

Tolkien’s ideology, philosophy, and stories have shaped her understanding of war, its purpose, and its consequences. 

Her favorite part of the main three books is the scouring of the Shire, because it is the part that helps her cope with the war the most. Camp had always been her home - her idyllic home where she could be herself, study at her own pace, and train as much as she wanted. But after the war, it had been changed. Thalia’s tree had been poisoned, people had died there, and it was no longer the same place it had been in her childhood. But she had also been changed by the war. Like Frodo, she felt like there wasn’t a way to remain in the place after a while - she couldn’t go home again. Unfortunately for her, there are no undying lands for her to sail to.

Her favorite book is The Silmarillion. When people (read: annoying Athena boys) question this, she just looks them dead in the eye and asks “Oh, I’m sorry, are mythological wars not in my DNA?”

She went to Tolkien’s grave once on vacation and read the tale of Beren and Luthien out loud and left flowers. 

Do not talk to her about The Hobbit movies or she will put forks in you. She was nearly kicked out of An Unexpected Journey when Thorin charged at the Orcs at the end because she yelled “THAT’S THE RINGrWRAITHS’ THEME!” and then spent a few minutes explaining to Chris that “thing mean things” and that “the ringwraith theme is a poem written by Philippa Boyens about the wraiths and then translated into the ancient language of man. It’s not just some random, intense battle music!” 

She slept through most of Desolation of Smaug. She was so out cold that Chris actually left the theater to walk around the mall for a while. He came back before the end, just in time for her to wake up. “How long have I been asleep?” “Since dwarf barrel boing boing. I brought you a soft pretzel, thought.”

She straight up left the theater during Battle of Five Armies when she heard Thranduil say: “Go north, find the Dunedain. There’s a young ranger among them; you should meet him. His father, Arathorn, was a good man; his son might grow to be a great one. He’s known in the wild as Strider, but his true name you must discover for yourself.” 

“Go north? Look at any map of Middle Earth and you’ll see that Erebor is the northern-most kingdom on the map. The only thing north of Erabor is desolate dragon territory. And go north to find the Dunedain? Dunedain literally translates to ‘men of the west!’ Why would you go north into dragon territory to find the men of the west?! And ‘there’s a young ranger among them known as Strider?’ The Hobbit takes place 77 years before the Fellowship of the Ring is formed, which means that Aragorn is TEN! When Aragorn was ten he wasn’t a ranger! He was living at Rivendell! His name was Estel! They didn’t even need Vigo to sign on to the project if they wanted an Aragorn cameo, they only needed some kid with black hair! And he wasn’t known in the wild as Strider! He was known in Bree as Strider, and he didn’t even like the name! This isn’t even deep lore! This is just stuff in the main books and appendices and the maps printed on every inside cover!” 

She has three (and a half) Lord of the Rings tattoos. 

The first one she gets is a pretty common design: it’s the white tree of Gondor with the shards of Narsil, but she gets the text “Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king” around the design. She has this on the inside of her right forearm. She likes this line because in the movies Arwen says them as if they are ancient prophecy, but in the books, Bilbo writes them in a song. It’s a little inside joke with herself. 

Some people have asked why she didn’t get the text from the ring itself, and her response is always “It’s an accursed language. Why would I want an accused language on my body?” “it’s a made up language.” “All languages are made up.”

The second one she gets on a bet. She gets a goofy illustration of Gollum from before JRRT republished The Hobbit to be more canon compliant with The Lord of the Rings. She has this one on the inside of her left arm. As goofy as it is, she does love Gollum as a character. 

She then has the door to Moria on her ankle. 

The half is her drakon tattoo. She has a tattoo designed partially after the drakon and partially after Tolkein’s illustrations of Smaug. The drakon is weaving itself through a hand, so it is proportionally very small. This tattoo is on the right side of her ribcage and was the first tattoo she got (Ares paid for it as a gift). 

When she was pregnant for the first time, she played The Lord of the Rings soundtrack and watched the movies a ton deliberately to train her baby to respond to the sounds. Her first kid ended up (by no accident) being calmed by The Lord of the Rings. 

However, her favorite book is The Hobbit, and she proudly proclaimed at three years old that she was going to be a burglar when she grew up.  Chris was very smug. 

(anyway, come talk to me about the lord of the rings @nohomo-mrfrodo​) (did I write this whole thing to go on that rant about that line from battle of the five armies. yes, yes i did) 

[weasley-kings]

Artist - Part 1

Holy shit she’s writing for the first time in over a year??

Pairing: George x Reader Request: None A/N: This is a soulmate AU, where whatever someone’s significant other draws on their own skin, also appears on the other person’s body. Squicks: None

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“Don’t bother talking to him, you won’t get anything out of him until she’s done” Fred murmured to Lee Jordan.

The two snickered, looking at George as he watched the petals be drawn on his forearm one by one. He watched each slow, delicate shape appear on his arm, and he fell more in love with the unknown artist with every new illustration she would draw on her own arm.

Most people would have short little notes scribbled on their hand, or the odd phallic image drawn somewhere out of boredom, but George’s soulmate was an artist. She would draw the most incredible designs, and he got to watch how they were created. He watched how she turned her drawing mistakes into something else, and he was always completely fascinated with her art skills.

Fred had learnt a long time ago that as soon as George’s soulmate started drawing on her skin, his brother wouldn’t be able to pay attention to anything else.

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Y/n was sat in Potions class, bored out of her skull. She’d been told off countless times for doodling on her parchment, that she had recently begun drawing on her arm instead.

“Miss Y/l/n” Snape’s annoyed, dull voice spoke, causing you to drop your quill and look up to see your least favourite teacher looking down at you.

“Drawing sunflowers on your skin is not how you extract the horn from an Erumpent. Ten points from Hufflepuff”.

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“Mr. Weasley,” Professor McGonagall said in an irritated tone.

“Yes?” Both of the twins replied innocently.

McGonagall rolled her eyes, “I was referring to the one who has been staring at his little tattoo for most of my lesson,” she responded, looking at the half drawn bunch of flowers on George’s arm.

“It’s not me drawing them, professor,” George replied sheepishly.

“I gathered that much, since you haven’t bothered to pick up your quill all morning,” she said in an even more irritated tone.

As professor McGonagall walked back to her desk, George looked back down at his forearm, disappointed to see that the flowers were still only half done. “Maybe she got busted too,” George thought to himself.

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The bell rang, signalling the end of this class and the beginning of the next. Y/n had a study period, whilst it was George’s turn for Potions.

Y/n was thankful for the free period, since she very much needed to catch up on her homework, but she couldn’t leave half of a design on her arm, just waiting to be completed.

The beginning of Potions class for George went very much the same as the lesson before – staring at his forearm as the petals began to appear again. The way that she would slightly misshape the ovals to make the petals look more realistic; the fine detail she put into the leaves and the flower’s centre; the way she made sure that every petal fit perfectly with the others; the way that she—

“Mr. Weasley,” the deep, dreary voice boomed, clearly still irritated from the lack of attention his last class showed him, and clearly not wanting a repeat of that. “We haven’t even started the practical part of this lesson, what could have possibly caught your attention now….” Snape’s voice trailed off, recognising the flowers immediately. He leaned over slightly to look closer at George’s arm as the sunflowers continued to appear on the redhead boy’s arm.

George, and the rest of the students, looked at Snape questioningly, since they had never seen him end his disciplinary rant so suddenly. The way he was staring at George’s arm made George even more confused than the rest of the students.

“It’s not me drawing it, it’s my—”

“Soulmate…” Snape finished, still not looking up from the ink slowly moving on George’s skin. “Which Weasley are you?”

“George, sir”.

No one else dared say anything, since this really was a very strange moment, and also, they wanted to get out of potions work for as long as they could. George expected a hefty house point deduction, but instead, Snape slowly stood back up with a quiet hum, and walked slowly back to his desk. The twins looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing what the hell that was all about.

As you can probably assume, Snape was most definitely not a fan of sappy teenage romances – especially when they interrupted his classes. The thought of those two silly, inattentive teenagers falling hopelessly, revoltingly in love with each other, when he and…

Regardless, the mere thought made him sick.

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When Y/n’s class next had Potions, Snape was sure to keep an eye out for her. When the class had finished, Snape finally addressed it. He ushered Y/n over to his desk, and she wasn’t sure what she had done this time, but being called over to Snape’s desk after class is never a good thing.

“Roll up your sleeve,” Snape said.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but did as she was asked anyway.  The ink used to draw the bunch of sunflowers on her forearm had slightly faded, the only difference being that the other half of the illustration had now been completed, now matching the illustration that Snape had seen on George’s arm.

Y/n was George Weasley’s soulmate.

Looking at the slightly faded ink on Y/n’s arm for a few seconds, Snape spoke.

“You should go and show George Weasley that,” he said in a quieter voice than Y/n had heard before. Snape stood abruptly from his desk and walked over to the Potions cabinet, acting as if Y/n was no longer in the room. She took this as his signal to leave, and she went to find George Weasley.

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AUs and Verses (Short Edition)

Here’s a collection of my favorite AUs and Verses! Hopefully a bit shorter and more easily understood uwu

[HERE’S THE LONG EDITION, WHICH INCLUDES A COUPLE MORE TINY VERSES!!! DO CHECK THIS OUT AS WELL if you’re interested]

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Normal / Default Verse

[Here’s the story of how Author turned into Host!]

Author was very greedy. He wanted to become a literal god. His greed attracted an actual old god, who abused Author’s greed.

The old god, named Alden, forced Author to gouge his own eyes out.

After Author passed out, after mutilating himself, Alden “possessed” Author’s body. Normally, its omnipotence destroys human minds. But not Author’s.

Due to neither being able to overpower/destroy the other, they came to a compromise, and share the body between them. Their body was named “Host”, as it now hosts the old god together with Author.

Over time, they grew so intertwined, that they’re one very well working person, while also still being their own.

Twisted Minds AU

[Here are the Fanfics I wrote about the whole AU]

The egos all live in a manor together, everything was alright.

One day, the body Dark used rotted away, and got too hard to keep going; so he had to leave it. Without a human body containing the entity which is Dark, slowly seeped into the manor again, even though he tries his hardest to stay contained in what was once his office.

Due to his shell-less self, everyone was slowly changed. Emotions brought to extremes, personalities flipped, appearances growing inhuman, etc.

[Here’s a little post about the gist of it all]

Author was also affected, like everyone else. But, due to Dr Iplier wanting to use Author in an experiment, and things going sour for the writer, he was thrown “into” Dark. He nearly died. He was changed, his sight gone and powers changed.

This made him into Host. And Host, due to his powers, realized how wrong this reality is, and how fucked up it is. Thus breaking him out of the cycle of madness, as well as making him a terrified being.

Cursed AU

Set in a fantasy world, slightly medieval perhaps.

Author and Host are brothers. They live in a cabin in a forest, away from other people, happy with only themselves as company.

One day, someone Author angered tried to kill him. But instead of Author, Host was hit, and was quickly dying from a curse.

Author didn’t care when he was hit with a curse as well, angry, wanting to kill that woman, but Host dying in his arms took priority.

The curse Author was hit with was worse, though. It turned him into a sort of “undead” state. And to stay “healthy” and strong, he had to leech the life-force from other people. The touch of his bare skin does so.

He unintentionally quickened Host’s death.

Author was cursed to live forever with this curse, unable to die. Due to the strong connections between the brothers, as well as the circumstance of his death, Host is stuck as a ghost.

Host is technically bound to the cabin, but, Author wears the same slightly magical necklace that Host had. This makes Host able to go with Author, though not stray too far from him.

Teeny Twins AU

[Here is a collection of Fics I’m writing!]

All of the egos are a little younger than typically (Between 24-38 on average, outliers being Magnum, Dark, Wilford being older, and Host, Author being younger)

Author and Host are twins and live together in their cabin in the woods.

They know where the egos live and visit them quite often.

They have their respective powers, but don’t know their full extends.

Neither of them wants to be anything like a god or something alike; the thought alone makes them uncomfortable and even scared.

They are quite mysterious but also total rascals. Favorite past time: pranks. They’re best friends with the Jims and Bing due to that.

Author is more active, energetic, and reckless. Host is more quiet and thoughtful.

everything i wanted AU

[Here’s two little fics I wrote about it]

Host and Author are twins. They grew up very close, and were eventually taken in by Dark and Wilford.

Author was very very open to explore his own powers, always pushing and pushing and pushing.

Dark, with the excuse of fearing Author would be a danger to himself and especially others, banished Author into the void, where Host had also gotten hurt in the process.

Author sort of became one with the void, gaining strange weird powers. With them, he managed to escape the void -just in time to save his brother, who didn’t want to live without him.

Swap AU

Egos’ “roles” and sorta their powers being switched around!

Host is “swapped” with Dark.

He is monochrome. He wears a black trenchcoat and black tights, as well as knee-high black combat boots. He has a bright strand of hair, no eyes, and bandages around his eyes.

[Here’s some info about the AU and Host’s/Dr Iplier’s/Dark’s/Wilford’s backstory!]

He is called Darkiplier in this AU (pronounced Dark-eeplee-er? sorta french lol).

He talks in third person as a comfort mechanism.

He doesn’t really have a goal like normal Dark (getting revenge on Actor) but he takes care of the other egos and keeps them safe and in check.

He does his radio show still, but has no narrating powers.

Florist AU

[Here’s the main artwork for it]

Author is a very soft boy, and a florist.

He writes very dark and gruesome stories he publishes online in his free time.

He lives in a pretty much one room apartment right above his flower shop. He’s not very wealthy, but he survives.

He loves tattoos, but is shy about getting more than the one he already has (plus money is a slight problem).

Painter AU

[Here's some art for it]

A human AU! Every ego is a human

It's focused on Author, but Host also exists as his twin brother!

Author is a somewhat famous painter, but he doesn't really care about the money. He's super clumsy and ditzy, a whole himbo mess really. But he looks like a hot fashion model.

Author is more the traditional medium guy. Mainly painting, but also sculpting, pencil drawings, illustrations.

Host is more the digital artist. Mainly illustrations, but also some painting stuff, also uses 3D sculpting for art purposes. Probably works with video games, making art, doing some voice acting.

Wilford is one of Author's friends and a fashion designer. He recommends models (and friends) for Author. He drags Dark to their friend-meetings a lot.

So Dark's a singer. Just wanted to sing for fun, but somehow it turned into popularity (like Billie Eilish whoops)

So Eric is Dark's boyfrend and makes music with him. Plays piano. Sings a little but very shy to do so anywhere other than a little for Dark's songs. Too nervous to meet the gang but everyone knows from dark talking about Eric anyways

The Jims twins work mainly on the video game Host helps working on as well. They both do the writing, but only one of them also does programming. They eventually meet up with Host sometime after a lot of only online talking and somehow love happens eventually

Little Demon AU

Host is a demon, still called Host.

He is 7 inches tall.

He has dark purple horns and two tails, and no bandages, but keeps his eyes closed.

Looking into his eyes will cause the looker to be pulled into their own mind and be faced with their deepest and darkest fear.

Host will be able to see that and interact with the person there, but also leave them there alone to suffer.

He can “teleport” short distances, mostly through shadows.

Harpy AU

Host has no name he goes by, but will let anyone name him.

He is 8 inches tall.

He’s a brown thrasher harpy.

He has slightly darker skin (than Mark), short, like brown fuzz on his head resembling hair; white feathers with dark spots on his chest and hips down his thighs, where his legs then turn into bird’s feet; dark brown, almost black eyes. His wings have light brown feathers.

He mainly eats fruits, berries, nuts and insects.

He isn’t afraid to attack anything larger than him, going so far as to attack humans if he has to.

Mermaid AU (other versions depending on size!)

Host goes by the name of Host.

He had almost been caught once by humans, which resulted in the loss of his eyesight, and thick scars over his eyes.

His scales are golden. His fins are slightly see-through, and tipped green. His ears are fins. He has fins on his underarms. He has scales on his shoulders and arms.

He has scales that glow in the dark, and markings on his face which also glow in the dark (not visible unless glowing)

He’s a siren, and thus can speak and understand English.

Underwater mermaids communicate via clicking sounds (kinda like morse code, but different).

Human AU [Second Version]

Host is named Markus Barker. Sometimes uses Host as nickname.

He is either: Born blind (sclera/pupil milky).                       Blind due to a disease (Neuromyelitis Optica).

He lives on his own with his pets. He either:     Lives in his cabin in the forest.                       Lives on the outskirts of town with a garden.

He has an older brother (Arthur, world-wide known author).

He works on a rather popular podcast as main-narrator. He also either: Works at a radio station.                    Stays at home (financial help from his brother).

Can also go with human Author, the aforementioned brother of Host.

Both can also exist without brother.

Human Slave AU

Host is named Markus Barker. Host is his nickname though

He is either: Born blind (sclera/pupil milky).                       Got his eyes gouged out by an owner.

He had been sold as slave when he had been a young child (around 4 y/o?).

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Yugioh S2 Ep 36 Part 2: Pegasus Lives Every Artist’s Worst Reocurring Nightmare

Normally I don’t do more than two posts on a weekend but considering the last post was just overflow on color theory and sort of a mini post (which I was pleasantly surprised so many people liked, thanks for the kind comments on that random color theory aside), and also considering that I try not to do work on the weekend and I’m just kinda bored, here’s the second part of Ep 36.

Lets do a series recap shall we?

-Yugi Muto is three people (this is including a chunk of Bakura which just...lives there but doesn’t do anything)

-Odion is pretending to be Marik

-Marik is pretending to be Namu

-Tea is possessed by Bakura’s ghost

-Ryou Bakura is no longer possessed, but got hella shanked and passed out on Kaiba’s blimp, so we don’t know yet if he was actually British or if that was just a ghost thing.

-Serenity is Joey’s Sister and she Actually Truly Exists although I have kept close track and no one has yet to tell Kaiba who’s sister she is.

-Duke Devlin is just permanently here now, taking the place of Tea Gardner for “Character the writers have no freakin idea what to do with”

-Grandpa passed out a few episodes ago but I think the show forgot.

-Ishizu is here and is hiding from Marik for her dear life despite the fact she still thinks he’s a good boy.

-Shadi showed up to save Tristan and Duke although Shadi has never spoken a word to either of them and has no idea who they are at all.

There we go. A cliff notes-version all in one place. It’s a lot to remember.

Now we’re ready for another round of exciting duel prep.

That’s right, Shadi’s here, and he’s ready to dump a lot of plot on us. Which is why I felt like it would be nice to get a summary up to now because now we’re going to get even more nonsense we have to remember in this kid’s show that I had no idea would be this complicated when I started capping it.

(read more under the cut)

Can we talk about the knot Shadi is using here on that Ankh?

What is that?

OK, I just wanted everyone to look at that and then just...wonder with me, 

Anyway, if you were looking for some explanation this episode, this is not that episode, because Shadi is here, and he just...never feels like fully explaining anything. He only ever feels like adding more and more to our bucket of Lore like it’s the 5th book of Harry Potter.

That’s right, this episode is a return to Pegasus, who I do miss. I mean Marik is fine, all in all, but I do miss how Pegasus knew what he was actually doing. I kinda miss my villain who was also a functioning adult.

Anyway, while Pegasus was searching the dunes of Egypt for Egyptian art to make OC’s of and add to his collection, Shadi and he had a very awkward reunion. Bear in mind these two haven’t spoken since Shadi fused Pegasus’ face with a haunted table weight.

And like, here’s the thing about Pegasus--he has the most reason of anyone on this show to not trust Shadi. Yet, now he’s going to follow Shadi into a hole. Literally follow Shadi into a dark and scary hole where no one would find his body.

Thing I wasn’t expecting from this show: Marik’s family is mole people????

OK…

I mean...I guess we’ll just gloss over that.

I mean...I guess I’ve never really thought about it but like...yeah they have to take care of a tomb and the tomb is underground so they just...hang out down here most of the time. Guess that explains how Marik ended up kind of albino-blonde.

Anyway, it’s here that we see a familiar relief sculpture—Apparently Ishizu just excavated her own sacred tomb and was like “lets ship this to Japan to screw with Seto Kaiba.” Not like I blame her, Seto is very easy to screw with.

But here she is being like “I’m this incredible Egyptologist give me your money!” when all she did was loot herself. Well...loot the Pharaoh, I guess, but he’s dead so wtv.

And so, after running around an ancient tomb collecting curses like fleas, he boards a business class, awkwardly shares an armrest with his photographer who equally refuses to give up the armrest (like what the hell is this armrest situation?) and has to endure our colorist’s favorite shade of chartreuse.

Purple/chartreuse is a pretty solid color combo, not gonna lie, but it is the last thing I ever want to see in a plane.

Also, Croquet is back. I guess this was before Pegasus bought an island, and it’s this episode we start to see why he might have wanted to flee the States.

Sometimes I forget this show is based on a horror anime, and this was an episode that brought us back to basics. Like, this is something I would absolutely expect to happen in Season Zero.

I cannot believe that this children’s show had a darkroom murder scene. The audacity. And not just a darkroom murder we also get this type of murder shortly after,

How do you go from the darkroom to this!?

The older I get, the more I would gladly welcome a Huge Sky Dragon over the actual drama I have to deal with on the reg. Please, please let me put Huge Sky Dragon on the ballot. We will let him have Salesforce Tower, he clearly comes with electricity and rain clouds and California desperately needs both those things. 

Downside to Huge Sky Dragon unfortunately, is that he kills you.

So, in the classic horror protagonist archetype, Pegasus puts on his favorite shades of beige, he goes into an isolated room where no one can save him, and he reaches for that good ol hubris. Since, in his mind, he has a millennium eye, he’s the all powerful Pegasus, what could hurt him?

You gotta love that he’s such a purist that he paints an itty bitty card on a 6000% bigger canvas. Love that classic illustration nod right there. (and not gonna lie, I would kill for Pegasus’ studio. Damn. Look at it.)

Also look at this in the next cap! He can paint something that’s not a monster or his dead wife--is that a completely normal still life of some random purple flowers back there behind him? What’s he doing painting those??? He’s off killing 1 or 2 people a day in his human sacrifice chamber why’s he painting lilies in pots like everyone’s Mom during Wine ‘n Paint night?

Dude, does Pegasus go to Wine ‘n Paint night? I mean he would, right? Like he would be the first there with a huge ass bottle of wine/juice and be like “I am ready to sip, paint, and gossip about everybody’s husband.” Yo, he’d be killer at Wine ‘n Paint night. Like, I would never be Pegasus’ friend but I would absolutely paint some dumbass flowers in the same room as him as he gets tipsy on margaritas and starts going off about the Great British Bake Off.

And, much like I do when I finish most of my art at 2 AM, he passes out directly after and has anxiety laden dreams about what he just painted for the rest of the evening.

So lets get this straight, if you reproduce this image in any way, let it be traditional, digital, camera, or whatever—you will arouse the God Card ghosts and be straight up The Ring murdered. Unless, you tattoo it to a person’s back, then apparently you’re cool. Also, what the hell was Ishizu doing bringing this thing to a museum? Like yeah it’s in a restricted section but they had like no security on those doors so it’s like, girl—anyone who takes a selfie here will be dead. What else are museums for except avenues for selfies? Way to curate a museum, Ishizu. You had one job.

Also does that mean that if Marik photobombs people without his shirt on that they super die? That kinda sucks a lot, no wonder he wants to get rid of Pharaoh. Marik just wants to go to the beach without having to wear a hoodie and getting a weird tan.

Oi, hashtag relatable, amiright?

Anyway, Pegasus realizes he can’t post this art on main, so he decides to give it to Ishizu to bury it for him. Essentially, he put on his brother’s tumblr because he’s trying to be a professional here but like, who are we joking, the guy draws kids art for dollars. His friends, much like my friends, are full aware of what our sketchbook looks like.

After hearing this weird story, Pharaoh decides to take over and give some closing remarks.

Yugi got TWO huge bottles of mystery purple moisturizer??? Maybe one is just full of hair gel.

Man, Seto had him double covered, he knew--he knew Yugi was nuts for products.

I wonder if it’s full of LA Looks.

I appreciated that Pharaoh might have a physical body but he still enjoys spooking people like a ghost should.

Well, I mean.

So many questions here, but I assume we’re going to learn more about it later? Like why the hell Marik is...in a tomb? As a baby? With a...flower wreath?

What even is this show. Don’t put babies in tombs!

I don’t even know why Shadi even bothered showing up here. Like Ishizu already knows “it’s happening,” she has a future necklace.

Did Shadi show up to every single person on in this ship, Roland and Kaiba included, before actually going to the one place he needed to go?

Man. Phallic necklace. Did they not know about goatse in the early 00’s? Please don’t look that up if you don’t know what it is. I just.

Phallic necklace, please. You’re killing me.

Anyway, Shadi sees a chance to make a change and fix some things with the one person on this ship who desperately needs fixing, and while he’ll save Tristan and Duke and tell Yugi all about his history and etc—actually confronting Bakura? No thanks. Shadi will stay in his safe keyblade power place where no one can see or hear him, not even Bakura.

Not sure why any of the doctors haven’t picked up on Tea being weird as hell yet, but like...compared to the Kaibas and everyone else, I guess possessed Tea is the most normal person on this flying boat.

But that’s all for now, next week we see if they actually start dueling or if instead, even more people from S1 show up on this boat.

If you just got here, we’re like over halfway through S2, so here’s a link to read everything in chrono order from S1 Ep1, have fun.

[astharoshebarvon]

Ship Game

I was tagged by  @eb-byestelle . Thank you dear !

First of all, why? I can’t just choose ten pairings. I feel as if I am betraying my other favourite pairings. I love them as much as the ones I’ve mentioned. But nothing I can do about it.

Well, here we go.

Shipping and Fandom Ask

Embrace your inner shipper! Answer questions about your favorite ships or fandoms. Reblog to participate and let your ship flag fly!

1.What are your top 10 manga/anime ships of all time?

Top 10 anime/manga:

1. Maria sama ga miteru / Marimite/ Maria watches over us : Shimako and Sei 

2. Inuyasha : Inuyasha and Kagome Higurashi

3. Tsubasa reservoir chronicles : Sakura and Syaoran Li /Clone Sakura and Syaoran

4. Tokyo Babylon, X   : Seishirou and Subaru

5. X : Kamui and Fuuma

6. Cardcaptor sakura / TRC : Yukito and Touya

7. Junjou romantica : Nowaki and Hiroki

8.  JR : Misaki and akihiko

9. Akatsuki no Yona : Yona and Hak

Vampire Knight : Kaname and Yuuki

3.What gif or screenshot most sums up your ship?

Well, I choose yume for this and the above two images represent their relationship pretty well. They are my favourite illustrations and one can actually see the love they both have for each other. It’s like no one else matters. You can actually see the tenderness in their eyes, how much they care for each other.

4. Describe your favorite ship in seven words or less. 

InuKag : they were born for each other.

Sei and Shimako : sensitive couple. Adorable and sweet.

Sakura and Syaoran : love that transcends time and space.

Touya and Yukito : meant to be together in every world.

Seishirou and Subaru : they are meant to fall for each other.

Kamui and fuuma : just admit you love each other.

Akihiko and Misaki : meant to be together.

Nowaki and Hiroki : sometimes second love is true love.

Yona and Hak : always there for each other.

Kaname and Yuuki : eternal lovers.

6.What’s your go-to episode or scene when you need ship feels?

Well, this one is difficult because there are tons of scenes which I love but I’ll do my best. 

Inuyasha and Kagome :

When Naraku reveals who he is for the first time in ep 21. Any episode with Koga, that really shows inuyasha’s jealousy. The movies…god. First and second movie. All scenes I guess.

Sei and Shimako :

Season two episode 6. Though there are scenes in many episodes of season 1 too.

Sakura and Syaoran :

When Yuuko gives them new bodies and real syaoran is born. In the beginning when sakura is planning to tell she loves him but in the end couldn’t. When syaoran fights kamui. When Syaoran is killed by his son and his greatest regret is that he couldn’t hear those words. I guess I should stop. At this rate I am going to end up with an essay.

Touya and Yukito/Yue :

When touya gives his power to yue. I ship yue and touya and yukito and touya. The last scene in original cardcaptor sakura manga where they are together in the kitchen. When touya corners yukito in school, he knows something is up.

Seishirou and Subaru :

Of course the scene in which seishirou dies. Goddammit. I can’ t think about it. Subaru loses his senses [ in Tokyo Babylon] when seishirou’s eye is gouged out. This is getting too painful for me. I’ll stop.

This pairing reduces me to tears. They belong together. They should’ve been together with hokuto and kakyou.

Kamui and Fuuma :

Little fuuma helping little kamui in one of the extras. Well, just read X. The whole thing is unresolved sexual tension between the two. The creators said it themselves they are soulmates, I mean even in TRC one can see there is something going on between them. Subaru and seishirou is blatantly obvious.

Misaki and Akihiko :

When haruhiko kidnaps misaki, when akihiko comes to pick up misaki from his brother’s house, the train scene. There are many scenes especially the ones with Ijuiin Kyou.

Nowaki and Hiroki :

Again, there are many scenes. The library scene. Goddammit. It reduces me to tears every time. When hiroki spies on nowaki, then sends him flowers. Aww. Just remembering them brings a stupid smile to my face.

Yona and Hak :

Episode 24 of the anime, in manga when that festival happened in one of the villages and yona danced in the village garb. There are many scenes throughout the manga.

Kaname and Yuuki :

Well, volume 11 and 12 scenes. Then the scenes after yuuki sees kaname’s past, end of volume 13 and beginning of volume 14, all the scenes in which yuuki says she needs to go to her kaname. When yuuki takes kaname’s blood after being awakened. There are many scenes.

7.What song or songs remind you of your favorite fandom, character or ship?

Hmm, as such no song in particular.

I did read a fanfiction though which had, “I am watching you” for seishirou and Subaru and I couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

And I think, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri suits yume. It’s true after all.

  8. If the creators of your favorite fandom asked you to write the ship canon-confirmation episode, what will you write/how will it happen? 

Hmm. Well, I hope yuuki gets reincarnated somehow and she and kaname live a long happy life together. Maybe kaname is going somewhere and he bumps into a girl, who has long brown hair and when they look at each other he realizes it’s the girl from his memories. And that’s it. After that kaname never sees the butterfly familiar because yuuki is with him now.

X is never gonna end but I always had a feeling that both fuuma and kamui would die. Because fuuma said that only kamui can grant his wish. They both die.

Then they are shown together in another alternate universe.

I always thought fuuma and kamui suffered equally. You cannot weigh their suffering. Fuuma lost everything because kamui made one choice. Their story is too tragic. 

I’ll come back to this question later.

9.Do you prefer to indulge in (consume or create) fanart or fanfic of your favorite ship? 

Sometimes I sketch and I create edits for my favourite series. And I enjoy seeing fanarts and manga colourings. I write fanfictions too. I love reading fanfictions.

10.Smut or fluff? (VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION xD) 

Both. Both. I love both.

11.What ship are you embarrassed to admit you like? 

Not one. They are all great ships. Nothing to be embarrassed about. 

12.What task are you most likely to procrastinate so you can indulge in your ship or fandom? 

I sacrifice my sleep sometimes. That’s about it. 

13.How many hours of the day do you spend reading fanfic or looking at fanart or other media? 

When there is nothing to do, quite a lot of hours. But when exams are there, I see how the preparation is. But I usually spend quite a lot of time on it.

14.How many memorabilia’s do you own of your favorite fandom or ship (clothes, plushies, etc.)? 

Well, I’ve got lots of volumes of each series and artbooks too. And I’ve also got drama CD’s of some series and magazines. 

15.If you could own one authentic item from your favorite fandom world, what would it be? 

Hmm. Not anything in particular.

16.What fandom have you found to be too toxic to deal with?   

Ah. The best question. Well, I haven’t been in inuyasha fandom but I know it’s pretty weird because for some bullshit reason kagome is shipped with sesshoumaru and inuyasha is portrayed as a person who violates her. Yikes.

Now, I have got nothing against shipping characters who aren’t together. I do that a lot but when the same people come onto inuyasha/kagome and sesshoumaru/kikyo fanarts and spout shit, well I get angry then. Because I adore sesshoumaru and kikyo. It doesn’t happen but I still like it and it has the most gorgeous fanarts ever.

If sesskag and rinsess, which is weird no matter how it’s cut, shippers come and say this would’ve been better if it was sesshkag  fanart / fiction, well I get angry then. Sesshoumaru is my favourite character ever and I really don’t like seeing people think he only belongs with sesskag shippers. What the hell?

He is no one’s property. The only character he remotely showed something for was Kagura. And I am not gonna open Sesshoumaru and Rin thing. That is....well. Let’s just leave it.

Clamp fandom. I dunno…I am not particularly in it but I read some comments on some sites and it’s pretty annoying when some people say you must acknowledge kotori and kamui thing.

Sorry, there was no thing.

Kotori was obsessed with kamui. Did she deserve to die. Hell no. But kotori and kamui just doesn’t exist. I mean the creators themselves said : don’t call kamui and fuuma brothers. No. They are soulmates. Fuuma is all what kamui thinks about. Even in colour illustrations which shows the group, Kotori is always seen glomping kamui like some weird obsessed fangirl. It’s disconcerting. Kamui is always shocked or surprised. Well, whatever kamui and fuuma belong together.

And now the most toxic fandom. Vampire knight. I stopped posting in the tags quite a while back because I am just tired.  I’ve had enough.

Zeki shippers : unable to accept yuuki loved kaname way more than she loved zero. It’s blatantly obvious if you read the manga. But the shippers are not only rude but they also get personal and insult the blogger. They mock the other shippers and keep on ranting and raving about abuse and whatever nonsense that was prevalent in the forums between  2010-2014. Now the same thing happens here on tumblr.

Zeki shippers are unable to accept that not everyone worships zero’s character. Honestly, I never hated zero. I was always like, I want kaname and yuuki together, zero can be with someone else. But his fans and shippers are just nasty. I’ve never encountered a single decent member of this ship. They are rude and insulting and love to send anon messages.

18.Do you have or would you consider getting a tattoo depicting your favorite ship or fandom? 

Nope. Not fond of tattoos.

19.What is the strangest thing you’ve done to honor your favorite fandom, ship or character?

Nothing.

[vamytas]

A (Very Rough & Ready) Guide to Alex’s Tattoos

I’ve been putting this off for a LONG time because I like to be meticulous especially with character visuals but with the amount of tattoos Alex has, especially on his expansive canvas of a 6 foot body, trying to find a pictoral example for EVERY bit of ink is... YEAH lmfao.

* As a guiding note, the indicating ‘left’ & ‘right’ etc. is from HIS left and right. All heart designs are typical cartoon shape unless stated as (anatomical).

NECK //

Underneath his ear lobe, on the left side of his neck is a hand holding a needle -- designed to look as if it’s pierced through his skin. At the top of the needle is a red thread which curves semi-loosely around the back of his neck and wraps around a red heart below his right earlobe.This can only be seen if you lift (or pull) up his hair since he never, if rarely ever, ties it back high enough. 

LEFT ARM // 

FINGERS: Simplified red rose gradually blooming from little to index finger, from bud to full bloom. This is just below the top of his knuckles, below them (closer to his nails) on each finger is a stem with thorns.  HAND: Bull face, directed towards viewer -- lineart with minimal black shading. FOREARM: Basically a flash tattoo / pork-chop sheet mixture (see here & here  -- middle pic). Omitting anything explicitly religious (apart from a cross or two) and culturally appropriative. Includes a range of panthers, snakes, skulls, hummingbird with beak in flower, handcuffs, full figure Betty Boop, inkwell and heart wrapped in barbed wire. All interspersed with Felix the Cat faces and little stars to fill blank spaces. Very clear linework and simple shading, only using bright colours: red, green, blue and yellow. Some of these are done by Alex himself, his first tattoo on his own body being an ouroboros snake.  UPPER ARM: Much of the same as above, except with the addition of a Sailor Jerry style pin-up with blonde hair in a corset and heels. Also a chain band just below his shoulder. SHOULDER: Lucifer from Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights. First tattoo with complex colour-shading, done by his first employer in London who he worked with as apprentice. 

RIGHT ARM //

FINGERS: Skeleton anatomy on the full-length of his middle finger and knuckles, the rest of his fingers (near nails) and his thumb are blocked with plain black. HAND: Continues with skeleton anatomy. Entire design is clearly inked style shading (as in nothing that looks anatomically realistic) like this. FOREARM: Contemporary & post-modern designs. Inner forearm is covered with praying mule from And the Ass Saw the Angel book cover. Outer forearm is design pictured on the left here, picture was taken at an exhibition which I have the guide to and artist credit but .. whoever edited it  helpfully didn’t align credit with the picture so I need to manually look up each artist listed to HOPEFULLY find the one who did it.  UPPER ARM / SHOULDER:  Literally cannot describe but is piece by Jef Palumbo. Due to technique being incredibly skilled, I am taking full advantage of fictionality and tattooist with these mad skillz existing in early nineties for Alex’s sake... let him have this ..

CHEST / TORSO //

The largest / most expansive singular piece on his body. His chest and torso are fully covered with a design I lifted off a Jean Paul Gaultier add and tried editing onto his bawdy for promo graphic a while ago -- unlike graphic, the tattoo would still be in the same colour as Gaultier ad, but yellow of skull would be red instead -- less tribal texture and more lined mark-making like the skull featured in me blog background to the left of Alex’s head (I can’t find the pic in my folder..)

BACK //

UPPER BACK: This is where a little imagination is required as I’ll just be listing a bunch of images but they’re all collaged in a cohesive/overlapping way like Duncan X’s back -- pic taken by Liam Sparkes. So;  Saint Sebastian by Myles Karr down Alex’s spine. On the left: text from this photo by Tish Murtha complete with exposed brick effect -- in black and white. On the right: text from this, including a stencilised Pauline Boty rendered in Lichtenstein-ish comic print style, with matching Lichtenstein bright colour scheme. These three images together and with a certain scaling form an arc shape across his upper back, and the thread mentioned earlier on the back of his neck hangs an inch above the Saint Sebastian’s hands. Spaces in between filled by Jemma Jones style flash tattoos. LOWER BACK: I’m getting lazy so again, just imagine in style of Sparkes tattoos summat like this mixed with this on the left and again more flash tattoos imposed between and over blank spaces.

HIPS //

Handprints on each harr harr.

ASS // 

🙊 Only his partners know ... unless you attend classes where he poses for life drawing

LEFT LEG // 

THIGH (FRONT): Entire leg is surrealist/dadaist themed. Whole front of thigh is coverd by this collage by Otto D’Ambra. THIGH (BACK): Under his butt: Eliott Lane. Under that, another Otto D’Ambra. Around them, these (1, 2) by Caleb Kilby, and top middle illustration by Kathryn Kirk. KNEE: Left eye of Siouxsie Sioux, (right eye on his right knee). I’m imagining these are also embellished around the edges by a circular labyrinth symbol pattern to fit the shape of his knee joint.  SHIN: Fish-head man by Kerry-Anne Richardson, black and white. CALF: Hannah Hoch collage, but in black and white -- rendered much like D’Ambra tattoo on the front of his thigh (semi-realistic pointilism shading for woman’s face, simplified basic outline for images surrounding it). ANKLE: Smoking bunny by Sarah Whitehouse. * Spaces between these main pieces are filled by flash tattoos in style of Liam Sparkes. Entire leg is only black ink.

RIGHT LEG // 

THIGH (FRONT): Entire leg mirrors left arm in a mixture of classic tattoo designs/styles with pop-culture & illustrative character leanings. Multi-eyed devil (??) piece by Kerry-Anne Richardson. Full colour. Fishnet leggies by Just Jen on inside of thigh. THIGH (BACK): Skull emerging from chrysanthemum by Ben Shaw, underneath that: crescent moon by Kerry-Anne Richardson. KNEE: Aforementioned Siouxsie Sioux eye in labyrinth. SHIN: Wolf in sheep’s clothing by Iain Sellar.  CALF: THIS!!!!!!!! by Charissa Gregson. He hasn’t got a name yet.. suggestions welcome. Below him, more Iain Sellar stuff. ANKLE: Peachy-keen, piece by Holly Ashby. * Spaces in between main pieces on thigh are filled by Dennis the Menace & Peanuts panel. Out of sheer self-indulgence I’m adding this lady. Every other blank space refers back to Sparkes and Jemma Jones flash tattoos.

He doesn’t have any on his feet because he’s ticklish there..

[jilyarchive]

Jily Fic Masterposts: Soulmate AU

This is a classic fanfiction trope, and especially popular in the Jily fandom because James and Lily’s patronuses illustrate that they are quite literally soulmates. Some fics have tattoos, first words, seeing colour when they realise they are soulmates - try the following for lots of fluffy goodness! Also, check out our Soulmate AU Tag in the future if you want more like the following.

A Matching Hand, K+, one shot - Lily was born with a Patronus tattooed upon her wrist. So was James. While it was nothing to worry over at first, Patronuses have the uncanny ability to change.

i heard you were looking like the moon, T, one shot - "you don't see colour until you touch your soulmate" au

I Guess Luchino’s Wasn’t Open, G, one shot - In which Lily decides to spice up her life and go to a different café, James tests out pick up lines on suspecting victims and Sirius has a great idea for an app while Remus strongly disagrees (for now anyway).    

Untitled, T, one shot - First words your soulmate speaks to you tattooed on your body AU. 

The Art of Misdirection, T, 16 chapters - It’s Lily’s sixth year and finally, everything seems to be going right. Things couldn’t be better- until she turns seventeen and receives her soulmate tattoo, indicating that her perfect match is none other than her former nemesis. As Lily struggles to keep this hidden, her world quickly turns upside down, somehow culminating in a crazy matchmaking scheme between her and James to set up most of their mutual friends. Did the tattoo get it wrong? Will Lily manage to keep it a secret? Can James and Lily really put their past behind them?

My Spellbound Heart, T, one shot - A modern day James and Lily soulmate AU

I Am But Half a Soul (I Am Still Whole), T, one shot - There was something quite beautiful about soulmates, the idea that there was someone out there, just perfect for you. Someone that would complete you, that would make you whole. Would make you feel like the world was okay. Lily hated soulmates. A jily soulmate au where you don’t get a soulmark, but rather if your soulmate gets a tattoo, it shows up on your skin as well.

First Words, T, 1 [WIP] - James and Lily find out what each others soul marks are and whether they are 'destined to be' or not.

In places that we’ve never been, G, one shot - Lily Evans has always been a believer

Love Marks, T, one shot - A Jily story based on the Tumblr AU in which when people fall in love, a tally appears on their wrist.

Out of the Window, K+, one shot - A doe. A stag. A perfect match for a stag. A perfect match for a doe. Lily. James. Soulmates.

the soul of the stag, K, one shot - Even in the magical world, Lily feels out of place. Her soulmate dreams didn't come at ten, like her sister's, or around fourth year like her friends. It takes her until seventh year to figure out that she was always normal. 

Soulmates, M, multichapter - Lily Evans is bewildered by relationships and doesn't firmly believe in true love. James Potter is hopelessly romantic and firmly believes in the possibility of soulmates. It's going to take a grumpy blind man, dementors, and a patronus to make these two lovers agree that opposites attract.

the darkest grays, K+, one shot - In world where humans see in black and white until they meet their soulmate, it can sometimes be difficult to meet people. 

It'll Kill Me Every Day, T, one shot - Oh, everywhere that I go / I see your face and it kills me to know / That you'll never know what you did to me / And now you're gone. Soulmate AU with Singer!James.

Soulmates In Time, T, one shot - Your soulmates name appearing somewhere on your body, and vice versa.

Kindred Souls, T, multichapter - Lily is the Queen of the Kingdom of Griffin at 18 and is left to face the menacing threats of King Riddle. When out visiting one of the villages, she notices four young men who are willing and have the skill to take on King Riddle, so she invites them to come to the castle and train to become knights. 

Altered Time, G, multichapter - Something's gravely wrong in the world. No, not the war. This war was always going to happen eventually. There are little things, shifts in time that can be felt by few individuals. Someone's been meddling with time itself, so that Lily Evans would never be a part of the wizarding world. What this individual didn't consider is that somethings, in time, cannot be changed.

i’ll paint the world with you (In Another World excerpt), T, one shot - You see colour once you touch your soulmate. 

i have loved you for a thousand years (i'll love you for a thousand more), G, one shot - based off the prompt we only remember each other in alternating lifetimes so every lifetime we have to find one another and convince each other that we’re soul mates but half the time I won’t believe you and half the time you’re already dating someone else

of hearts and keys, Unrated, one shot - In a world where magic means everyone can see your soul, Lily Evans wonders what it would feel like for someone she loves to open her heart.

For All My Life, G, one shot - When saving the bees ends in a happy family.

What Souls Are, T, multichapter - Everyone knows that the world is in black and white until a person meets their soul mate. James meets his when he's eleven. And again at twelve.

Home, G, one shot - In a world where you know your soulmate when they say your name, Lily takes a summer job at a flower shop, in hopes that she can trick the universe into finding hers.

I Hate You, G, one shot - Lily should be happy. The words written on her wrist tell her she has a soulmate. But what's written isn't exactly conventional. Does she even want to meet him?

[nest-being]

@nowherebare lol it’s been a million years but i did this haha wow

The Rules

Always post The Rules.

Answer the 11 random questions posted for you

Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people

Let the person who tagged you know that you answered

11 QUESTIONS:

1. What is your favourite meme?

BODE (but i also Owen Wilson’s wow if that counts...)

2. What does your name mean? Do you like it?

officially i think it’s some spanish saint but my mum always told me it meant ‘girl of the wild’ which I like way more. my surname means young forest so it kinds fits with my mum’s definition heh.

3. Any ideas for a tattoo?

kinda stereotypical but it would be cool to get photorealistic flowers kinda blooming/winding around different parts of my body, as if they’re just growing straight from my skin... maybe a few lil crystals poking out here and there too...

4. What is your favourite verse of song/poem?

lol ok i’m like torori cheese but it’s from a poem brad wrote about our meeting...

“and when we met

you spoke in every single color all at once 

you held me like a precious gem

and brushed away my dust

and i was vulnerable 

but somehow you are effortless to trust 

you wrap me up 

and keep me safe 

from nicks and dents and scuffs”

- little ships Bradly Brackenbury

5. Describe your favourite outfit!

hmm okay this is hard bc i have so many outfits i like. i guess my go to outfit is my pastel holly tea time dress with pink stockings, platform doc martens, leather jacket, various chokers, crystal necklace, pins and bows.

6. Describe a fond memory of yours!

i’m gonna have to say it was my first time seeing snow earlier this year. i got home around 7pm and wanted to go play in it but brad was already all cosy and snug and didn’t want to leave. I ended up convincing him though and we went to this tiny park down the street with a bottle of wine each and made a huge snowman and snow angels. Afterwards we had a snowball fight and wandered around the snow covered streets. It was so beautiful, the snow glowing and my love right next to me. Honestly it’s probably one of the happiest moments in my life.

7. Describe your earliest crush!

lol i had a crush on this boy in my class when i was six but i don’t remember much about it. 

8. What is your dream future? What is your job? Where do you live?

me and my love run a late night LGBTQ+ art cafe in Seattle. we hold art shows and open mic nights and sell local zines and books and art from our community. the cafe will be filled with our home made comfort food and we’ll have enough spare time to work on our art- i’ll do illustration and brad can work on his raps. plus we’ll have a cat and some rats to keep us company in our little home.

9. When was the last time you laughed out loud, and why?

last night when we were watching cars 2 and brad said he wasn’t a nerd...

10. When was the last time you cried, and why?

also last night when my love said we were getting married in like, 5 weeks and i realised i’m getting married and cried because my love is so beautiful and somehow i’m happy when i thought i never deserved to be

11. How will you be kinder to yourself this year?

trying not to be angsty when i fail to lose weight or drink too much. i’m trying to go about taking care of my body in a healthier way. trying not to get frustrated at my progress in art... 

anyway that is that so if u read this and feel like doin it pls do, i’m too lazy to tag ppl sorry...

[love-in-the-time]

The Dirty Tour of the Universe Part 4: The Libertine Queen REPOST FOR MARVELOUS ART

Title: The Libertine Queen Author: love-in-the-time Rating: M Summary: Part 4 of the Dirty Tour of the Universe series. The Doctor takes Donna to Amara, a planet ruled by a matriarchal society and a queen who prizes self-indulgence.

From the AMAZING @annasassi once again!!!! A stunning illustration of one of my personal favorite fics.

“See that planet there? The white one?” The Doctor points out the enormous observatory skylight in the TARDIS library.

“Yeah.” Donna follows his finger across the multitude of stars to a planet that shone like a pearl.

“That’s Amara, the primary of a binary planetary system that revolves around a white star. Its sister planet is called Karrissa, and both are named for goddesses of the local faith.” He moves his finger to the right and down, and in the distance there is a planet as red as Mars.

“Flora? Fauna? If there’s a local faith there’s at least one sentient species,” Donna says, and the Doctor laughs.

“Are you trying to impress me, Donna Noble?” he asks, grinning knowingly.

“Not hardly,” Donna says, giving him a look from under her lashes. “I just think it’s appropriate to ask what I’m getting myself into.”

“I see.” The Doctor points to Amara again. “Well, that one’s ruled by a queen named Heli, and it’s her birthday week. And she’s basically a female Charles II.”

“And we’re going,” Donna says, catching his drift. “Let’s go, Spaceman.”

They circle around the TARDIS console, working in tandem, the Doctor expounding on the wonders of Amara, a planet where it rained only at night and only once a week. “You never saw such flowers,” he says.

They land with a thump and the Doctor goes to the door. “Lead the way,” he says to Donna, who opens the door onto a vast courtyard made of sandstone. There are high, high walls on every side and the sky arches over, bluer than blue above their heads. The air is alive with the sound of birds and bugs, and the floor below them is laid in intricate, geometric patterns.

There is the sound of footsteps and two enormous men dressed in light metal armor come striding up. They are seven feet tall at least, but their faces are beaming happily.

“Doctor!” one of them greets, and, upon seeing Donna, executes a quick obeisance of respect. The Doctor grins a little at that and Donna is puzzled. “Welcome again to Amara!”

“Her High Majesty will be most pleased to welcome you back,” says the other guard. He also makes a gesture of respect to Donna, who nods hesitantly back to both the guards. “Follow us.”

The two men lead the Doctor and Donna down the length of the courtyard to the splendid bronze gates, at whose base grows a mosaic of colorful flowers, set with precious stones and bright bricks, a path to the palace. “So that all who enter Amara may walk among flowers,” the Doctor recites to Donna. She smiles and they enter into an arched atrium with a glass dome ceiling and a bustle of similarly tall men and women. The men are dressed in elegant tunics and trousers, and the women are uniformly bare-breasted, in flowing skirts of myriad bright colors and patterns.

At the end of the atrium is a short hallway that leads upwards and they emerge onto a massive throne room, with the queen lounging on an enormous throne at the far end. The guards lead the Doctor and Donna up the plush patterned carpet to the Libertine Queen, Heli of Amara.

Heli is queenly and majestic, at least a thousand pounds and easily seven and a half feet tall. Beside her lounges a naked male concubine, drinking from a huge golden goblet. Donna does her best to not look at his really large penis.

The Doctor is unfazed.

“Doctor!” Heli says delightedly. “I welcome you back to the Women’s House of Amara. I see you have remembered my birth week, as usual.”

The Doctor grins. “I have.”

“And what have you brought me this year?” Heli asks.

The Doctor rummages in his inside coat pocket, exploring the depths inside, and draws out a big blue stone. “A sapphire from the cliffs of Juno’s Tears in the Medusa Cascade. Most rare, Your Grace.”

“Ah!” Heli smiles and a servant girl accepts the stone. “And have you brought me a religious lesson too?” she inquires, looking at Donna. She makes a small gesture of respect and Donna is even more puzzled.

“Not a religious,” the Doctor answers. “Nor a lesson. She is Donna Noble and she flies the TARDIS with me."

"Happy birth… week, Your Majesty,” Donna says. “My congratulations.”

“You must be quite clever to fly a machine like the TARDIS,” Heli says. “Are you a nun?”

Donna looks even more confused. “No, Your Majesty.” She looks to the Doctor. “Does everyone think I’m a nun?”

“Only nuns cover their breasts on Amara,” comes a voice from behind the throne.

Heli smiles. “Allow me to present to you my daughters.”

Three girls, all of a height (of at least six and a half feet), all of different coloring, emerge from behind and beside the huge golden bed-throne. “My eldest daughter, Melya,” Heli says. The middle girl, with golden skin and a green-and-red skirt, absolutely loaded with gold bangles and anklets, makes a bow. Her hair is a profusion of blonde spirals and her eyes are pale green. “Melya is the foremost exponent of theatre, dance and music on Amara and the daughter of the King of Karissa. She will marry his eldest son in the harvest season.”

Next Heli introduces her middle daughter, a dark-skinned girl with rings through her ears and a diamond in her nose, dressed in all white. “Bettnett, the daughter of the High Priest of Amara, my successor in the temple.” Bettnett has sacred symbols tattooed on her skin and very short hair. “She will take my place as the goddess idol in the yearly harvest celebrations and perform her sister’s marriage.”

The last daughter is the tallest, a bright girl with long brown hair and grey eyes. Her skin is the color of sand, and she is wearing a gold torque shaped like a hammer between her breasts. Her skirt is slit to the hip and made of rich purple fabric. “My youngest daughter Ari, daughter of the half-man king of Mori. She is the foremost legal mind on Amara. She sits for me at the high council and she will inherit my throne.”

The Doctor and Donna bow to the girls in return and Ari says, “So glad you aren’t a nun, nuns are such dull company.” She surveys Donna. “All the same, you’re hardly dressed for a party and it’s the first night of Mother’s birth week celebrations, so you’d better come with us.”

Donna looks to the Doctor. He shrugs and smiles. “It’s perfectly safe.”

“Come,” says Melya. “We have dresses.”

So Donna lets herself be borne away by the three princesses, all talking between themselves. They are joined by a retinue of female servants as they go, and they usher Donna into a huge set of apartments. The servant girls stand against the wall, ready for orders.

“She’s shorter than us, and smaller,” Bettnett is saying. “We’ll have to go find some of our adolescent gowns.”

“You cover your body so modestly!” Melya says, inspecting Donna critically. “Surely you don’t want anything on you in this heat?”

Donna looks from face to face. “Er… I won’t go naked.”

“No, no,” Ari says, gesturing to the servant girls. “We have dresses.”

And that is absolutely true. A few minutes later three girls return with their arms laden with a riot of colorful fabrics. Donna steps back in awe as they display skirt after skirt, until Ari says, “That one.”

She plucks a scarlet skirt from the mix, the waist embroidered with gold threads in a kind of starburst pattern. They divest Donna of her clothing until she protests at her near-nakedness.

“I have to wear a top,” she says, crossing her arms over her breasts. “There’ll be hundreds of people there.”

“All the more reason to show them off!” Melya insists, pulling her arms away gently. “They’re so round!”

Donna doesn’t answer. The three sisters exchange looks and Ari goes back into the closet. “Here,” she says a moment later, withdrawing the sheerest, most insubstantial piece of material Donna has ever seen, woven in white.

“This is useless!” she protests. “The whole point—“

“The whole point, Donna, is that no one dresses like that here,” Melya says impatiently. “And we’re princesses. We definitely don’t dress like nuns. It’s our job to be alluring. We have to be ahead of the fashions, we set them. So it’s this or nothing.”

Donna looks down at the wisp of cloth. She sighs. “Never mind.” She hands it back to Ari.

Melya plants her hands on her hips. “Donna, I don’t know or care who taught you to be so embarrassed of being female but I am issuing you a royal directive this instant: stop it. You’re being very tedious and I dislike that in a woman.” Melya adjusts her own necklace to better display her breasts between the gold strands. Donna nods and looks away, and Melya smiles to show she isn’t angry. “Come, you’re on Amara now. We are women, we are beautiful, and we are celebrating.”

“Now,” Bettnett says as the servant girls go to work. “How do you know someone as revered as the Doctor?”

Donna has long since given up her reticence, and she tells the princesses the story of her Christmas miracle.

“He took you away from your wedding?” Ari asks, bright with interest. “How romantic!”

“It wasn’t. It was terrifying,” Donna starts, but they aren’t listening.

“But he meant you no harm, he was rescuing you!” Melya says. “And all in your bridal gown, how very romantic!” The three princesses swoon in imaginary emotions. “Did he kiss you?”

“No,” Donna says, shaking her head. “I was too hurt and scared for that.”

“But he kissed you later,” Ari says. “I can tell you’re having sex with him.”

Donna blushes scarlet and says nothing.

“Ooh!” Betnett grins and goes back to adjusting the sash at Donna’s waist. “The lady is reticent!”

“Come on,” Melya presses. “You’re the wife of a very important man—“

“I’m not his wife,” Donna interjects.

“All right,” Melya says skeptically. “In any case, you’re with a very important man, and you surely aren’t ashamed of it, are you?” Off Donna’s look, she continues, “It’s natural, it’s sex! That’s what we exist to do, when you get right down to it.”

“Our mother says the Doctor’s a madman,” Ari says.

Donna laughs a little. “He’s a little mad, maybe.”

“How does he fuck?” Melya asks. “Is he good?”

“I don’t—“ Donna starts, and the princesses all object at once.

“Your shame is irrelevant here. Our mother could order you and the Doctor to make love before all the court and you would have to obey,” Melya says dismissively. “We’re clothing you, we’re hosting you, we deserve to know!”

Donna is quiet for a long moment and the three sisters start to look impatient. “All right, all right,” Donna says finally. “I s’pose if you’ve got me with my tits out you won’t stop until you can watch us yourselves.”

They look expectant. Donna takes a deep breath. “He’s got experience, I’m sure,” Ari says.

“And?” This is from Melya.

“He’s really good.”

“That’s it?” Ari starts to laugh. “Just really good? Do you come?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“Does he?”

“Yes.”

“One word answers are boring,” Bettnet says. “Does he lick you out?”

“Yes. And I come. A lot.” Donna shifts. “Is there really no top to this dress?”

“No,” Betnett repeats.

“That dress is priceless,” Melya says. “You can’t find silk that color anywhere else but in this palace. So enjoy it. You look like a princess. Go look.“

The servant girls part and Donna is presented with an enormous mirror.

Donna looks at herself in the mirror and stops. The first thing she notices is that she’s topless and that hasn’t changed. “This is me?” she asks, trying to take in her entire reflection at once and failing. Slung low around her hips and swathed around her waist by a transparent silk wrap, a skirt of semi-sheer silk cascades to the floor, belted with rows of gold ornaments. It’s a royal red woven with expensive gold thread in designs around the hips. They have loaded her with gold jewelry, more than she would have liked, and the girls were indignant she’d refused the enormous gold collar necklace they’d wanted to put on her. What they’d substituted was equally as ostentatious, a row of huge pearls with cascades of smaller pearl strands that fall between her breasts. She’d allowed them six bangles on each wrist until they’d talked her into twelve. She has two anklets on each foot. Everything is purest gold. There are no flaws anywhere in the construction of her jewelry or her garment.

The servants had lined Donna’s eyes with something black and opaque and dusted her eyelids with coppery shadow, and whatever they’d used on her lashes made them long and lush and dark. Donna’s lips are plump and slick with gloss, brushed on with a silky brush by a servant girl who worked with an expert efficiency on all four women. Donna’s hair is curled and half-tied-up, falling down her back.

The princesses pronounce themselves satisfied and sweep Donna into the center of their entourage. They sweep her back to the throne room for inspection. Donna stands nervously, hyper-aware of her bare skin and attempting to ignore her self-consciousness. The Doctor is nowhere in sight, and in her absence long tables have been set up, cushions strewn everywhere, and food is piled high. Musicians are walking around.

"Certainly not a nun!” Heli says as the group approaches. “Well done, daughters!”

Donna makes another bow, unsure if she should curtsey. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Your Doctor is sitting by the dais,” Heli says. “You may go."

Donna turns to scan the room for the Doctor, who she finally spots standing by a low table on a raised platform to the right of the throne. He is looking at her and she waves tentatively. She starts towards him.

“I look like a parade float,” she says as she approaches, but he is staring at her openly.

“No, you don’t,” he says in awe. “I have… you look…” He’s openmouthed but trying to hide it.

“They wouldn’t give me a top,” Donna says.

“No,” he says, admiring her toplessness. “You look stunning. They did an excellent job.” He indicates the plush cushions at their feet. “Let’s sit. I’m sure there’s some kind of concert or something about to start.”

Servants bring them plates and cups of the proper size and leave two gallon-sized jugs of the Queen’s Nectar wine with them. It isn’t a concert but a comedy that starts next, a wild story of a soldier who got sold as a slave and fucked his way to freedom across a vast distance to come home and strike gold on his first day of work, and who died a rich old man with six wives who all wore gold necklaces and earrings. The wives are played by slave girls, mostly-naked and swathed in sheer silks.

Donna and the Doctor laugh uproariously along with the crowds, and start in on their wine. There are musicians next, and then jugglers and dancers and even magicians, while endless amounts of food and drink are served.

In the middle of Donna’s third plate of food, Bettnett approaches them and pulls Donna onto the floor, pressing her among the crowd of ladies lining up, and says, “Watch and learn and dance with us.” Then she’s gone, Donna looking after her in puzzlement. The Doctor only grins at her from his seat and shrugs.

A moment later the musicians strike up a beat that reminds Donna of calypso music, and to her delight Melya is playing a guitar-like instrument at the front of the group. The women on the dance floor start to move, and Bettnett gestures for Donna to follow. For a few moments Donna is lost, attempting to do what the other girls are doing, and then suddenly it clicks and she swings round into step with the circle of women. Donna Noble, faithful bedroom-mirror-and-iPod dancer, finds that her years of solitary practice are serving her well. Bettnett and Ari, side-by-side in the circle, give her approving nods. The wine helps, and Donna is smiling.

After two songs, though, she huffs to a stop and pulls away from the princesses for a glass of wine. The Doctor offers it to her with a million-watt smile and she collapses on the heaped cushions beside him. He offers her a bowl of berries. Donna shakes her head and scoots closer to him. “Don’t you dance?” she inquires.

“Not unless provoked,” he jokes, eating a berry. “You did a good job, though.”

Donna toasts him. “Cheers, Spaceman.” She looks around the enormous room. “What time does this get done, then?”

“Oh, the party doesn’t actually end,” the Doctor says. “We just leave and come back as we like. Heli herself leaves and comes back.”

Donna nods approvingly. “I like it.” She regards her friend. “So what d'you think, d'you like it?”

“You want to know my opinion?” the Doctor asks, leaning over to speak in her ear. “You’ve got the best tits in the house.”

Donna laughs. “That’s only because they’re your size and not enormous.”

The Doctor shrugs. “Or because yours look like they taste good.”

“Shut up,” Donna says, beaming. “Drink more wine, maybe they’ll turn into pork pies.”

“Oh, no, they’re fine as they are,” the Doctor says, refilling their glasses. “I much prefer tits.”

Donna leans back against her plush cushions and smiles at him, a million watts. She looks very content and very comfortable. “How exactly does one provoke a Time Lord to dance?” she asks.

“I’ll tell you one how,” he says. He signals a passing server who is holding a tray, and says, “Would you bring us Karissian shots?”

The server nods and returns with a tall, slender bottle filled to the brim with a pale green liquid. “It looks like absinthe,” Donna says.

“It’s better,” the Doctor tells her. “All right!” He sets up two glasses and says, “This is how you get a Time Lord to dance. Shot for shot.”

Donna sits up and takes a glass. “Say the word.”

They tap the glasses as the doctor counts, “Three, two, one, go.”

Donna throws back the shot and winces. “Oh, fuck, that's vile.”

The Doctor laughs. “Here, have some water. Water activates it.”

“Activates it?” Donna asks. She accepts the water and drinks it to rinse her mouth. Then euphoria spreads through her veins, and she feels warmth start at her head and ooze down to her toes. She makes a noise of delight and flops back on the cushions.

“Activates it,” the Doctor says, draining his own glass of water. Then he seems to light up.

“Again,” Donna says. The Doctor sets up two more shots.

“Three, two, one, go!” he says, and they chase their shots with water a second time.

“Ah, fuck, it’s so disgusting but it’s so good,” Donna says, her eyes screwed shut. She laughs and blows air out between her lips.

“Let’s dance,” the Doctor says, unfolding to his feet and pulling her up with him. Donna lets him lead her onto the floor and within moments they are knotted up like two teenagers.

“The nuns at my school would tell us to leave room for the Holy Ghost,” Donna jokes.

“Fuck that,” the Doctor answers, and yanks her closer. They last only a few minutes before hands start to wander, and the Doctor leans down to talk in her ear so she can hear him over the music. “Come with me.”

They make their way off the floor among a dense crowd of dancers who are all intoxicated and euphoric. Heli herself is watching her male concubine as he dances naked for her.

Outside the throne room there are more people in the halls and corridors, some of the dancing, some of them eating and drinking and talking and laughing, and others of them having sex in plain view.

The Doctor pulls Donna off the hallway into an alcove with a window seat and a tall stained-glass pane.

“I picked it because it’s the right height,” he says, grinning. “Sit.”

Donna perches herself on the sill and pulls her skirt up her thighs. The Doctor hooks his hands under her knees and pulls her hips close. He undoes his button and zip and they do it quick and hard and laughing right in the little alcove. The music from the party continues in the background but all the Doctor can hear is Donna’s sighs, her giggles, her little words. It doesn’t take but five minutes, and they both finish breathless and shuddery and smiling.

Donna feels loose like water, lit up and happy, her smile stretching from ear to ear. The Doctor, beaming just like her, says, “What d'you fancy? More party?”

Donna shakes her head. “I’m going to go outside and have a look.” She points out the window. “There are three moons. And at least a trillion stars.” And she takes off down the hallway and out into the courtyard. The Doctor follows, and Donna stands with her arms outspread, her head tilted to the sky.

“Glorious,” she says to the Doctor, who agrees wholeheartedly, but not about the stars. Donna stands very still for a long moment. Then she breathes deeply in and out, and says, “This is happiness, eh? A sky full of stars.”

Her eloquence makes him give her that soft, tender smile he does that makes her blush. “I think so,” he says.

Donna yawns suddenly, and says, “Oh, I must be coming down from that liquor.” She rolls her shoulders. “Have they got beds here or are we expected to sleep anywhere?”

“There are thousands of rooms.” The Doctor hails a servant girl and asks her name and if she will lead them to a room in which they can sleep. The girl, dressed in a bright yellow skirt to her knees, directs them to a giant door in a hallway across the courtyard.

The chamber is huge, painted with vivid patterns, with a giant circular impression in its center that turns out to be the bed, lined with plush cushions and strewn with silky coverlets. Two servants bring them a gallon-sized jug of the sweet fruit wine from the feast, and put a platter of savory foods and breads on a tray at the lip of the bed. They bow out of the room and the Doctor looks at Donna. They are both deliciously drunk, smiling from ear to ear. “I’m so tired,” Donna says, and drops into the bed, burrowing among the pillows and blankets. She emerges with her hair in disarray, her eyes low and hooded. “Come on, then,” she says. “It’s like laying on a cloud.”

He sits down on the edge and slides in, landing on top of the pillows. “Oh, it is good,” he says, stretching out. He rolls over onto his stomach and regards his companion. “You look so hot.”

Donna pulls him forward by his shirt and kisses him, something she does only in private. “Thank you,” she says.

“Anything for you,” the Doctor says, and he means it. “Wanna stay the week?”

“Yes,” Donna says, her face muffled by pillows. “But I’m going to sleep now.”

“You do that.” The Doctor stretches out beside her. “I may join you if the fancy takes me. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams,” comes Donna’s answer from among the pillows, and she is asleep almost instantly, all her finery notwithstanding. He grins and lets his own eyes close, if not for sleep then at least for the peace he finds with Donna beside him, anywhere in the universe.

[kiaronna]

Soulmate AU Suggestion Master List!

a flower/bouquet blooms somewhere on your body when going through puberty. It will be completely unique, except for your soulmate, who'll have it in exactly the same place. HOWEVER, it will be in black-and-white until the first time you first see/meet your soulmate, and then it slowly begins gaining colour. The colours don't even have to be natural. Maybe the flower(s) have an associated meaning? (Phoenix Lumen, FFN)

everyone were born with "marks" on different colors and shapes and whenever your soulmate came closer the mark grew. (With mark I mean colorful swirly things. Not picture-like marks of flowers or stuff...) (Kirei Ao Tori, FFN) Another is when the the Soulmate-pair meet in dreams. It could potentially be pretty great if neither if the pair could speak to the other in human language and they both were in the shape of an animal("spirit-animal"?) in the dreams. It could actually work since no one knows what animal other people are. Bonus COULD be that you only understand what the other said if you had heard their voice in real life and NOT through a TV-screen. (I kind of came up with this now wile writing... -_-') (Un-relevant(kind of relevant?) side-thing, what if people could somehow project their "spirit-animals" like a patrons? (Kirei Ao Tori, FFN)

 Idea 1: until you meet your soulmate, you're physically incapable of feeling Idea 2: you don't age past puberty until you meet your soulmate or, conversely, you age rapidly without them.  Idea 3: you're ADD until your soulmate comes along- they bring focus to life.  Idea 4: you share your soulmate's heartrate/heartbeat. Yuri has panic attacks, Victor is an athlete, they go back and forth.  Idea 5: you feel your soulmate's fears.  Idea 6: you don't feel your own injuries; your soulmate does. There's a precarious culture surrounding soulmate's because of the potential for abuse.  Idea 7: when you eat and sleep and drink, your soulmate is affected as well. Yuri's eating habits and Victor's stress come into play.  Idea 8: you share ideas, but not information. I.e. shared procedural memory and imagination.

(Laura, FFN)

 you can't feel pain/be injured when you're around your soulmate (booopsboops, FFN)

 a world where, the day you meet your soulmate, you both suddenly become allergic to something (the same thing). So like say you're eating ice cream with this cool new person you just met and you suddenly find yourself with puffy eyes and a sore throat, and you're never able to eat ice cream again, and you're chatting with them one day and they casually mention how torturous it is to watch others enjoy ice cream while they have to sit on the sidelines because of their damn allergies, and it's too bad because they really used to like the stuff, and you just think to yourself, "Oh. OH." (Unconscious Again, FFN)

Siulmate AU where, when you first meet your soulmate, you burst into song. It isn't necessarily loud or long, it could just be a line or two of something, but it's your soulmate's favourite song at the moment. So, say your soulmate was a closet Broadway geek, you might end up singing a verse of "Memory" from Cats and breaking your vocal chords because the key is so damn high.  (Unconscious Again, FFN)

au where wenever you wright something on yourself it also appears on your soulmate. (TDIHP, FFN)

story wherein the soulmates feel each other's emotions when their eyes meet. Or where soulmates hear the songs their soulmate is hearing in their mind. (principessa luna fiorella, FFN)

1.   You have a tattoo that illustrates something about the moment that you fall in love with a person. Examples: fall in love at the beach? Seagull. Realize you love your best friend at their bday party? Party hat. 2. You occasionally have incredibly vivid dreams about the person, but aren't given details as to what they look like(I like this one cuz your soulmate is literally the person of your dreams, but you don't love them simply based on looks) 3. You are born with a streak in your hair that's the color of your soulmate's eyes or hair or both (I can see issues coming up with this one where it isn't really definitive, especially in cultures that doesn't have much diversity appearance-wise)  4. You can do a perfect impression of your soulmate's favorite animal (strange, I know, but the image of yuri perfectly imitating makkachin and victor thinking 'that was so cute' popped into my head) (drkm2000, FFN)

soulmates could feel each other's emotions (LiannaAila, FFN)

 a world where whatever soulmates write on themselves shows up on the other's skin? Sometimes people use this for any mark too, like bruises etc. (booopsboops, FFN)

Every time your soulmate gets a surface wound (bruises, hickey, scrapes, cuts, stuff like that) it appears on your skin, in a color that represents their soul, for as long as it takes for the injury to heal. It can happen from the moment you are born so I think it would work for your fic because of the age difference. I read about this and think that it is utterly adorable. (Stuffs-and-zzzzs, FFN)

 they swap bodies for 24 hours and have to figure out who the other person is and how to contact them (BookdragonBeth, FFN)

you constantly dream about yours and your soulmate's wedding day ceremony. But, the dream ends abruptly, ending right before the priest says their full names towards the end right before they kiss. With Victor and Yuuri already being in their 20's, they've had this dream enough times that they could recite their own and each other's vows. In their vows (LeMinaChan, FFN)

what if you could turn into your soulmate's favorite animal? With some kind of discerning feature. Like an animagus in Harry Potter. (It feels like I'm referencing Harry Potter a lot.) It would be hilarious if small children ran around in different shapes of animals especially since kids change favorite animals all the time. One day you change into a cat and the next into a bear or something. (Poor, poor parents...) I'm thinking the animal would have to be something specific so people couldn't just go up to someone and claim to be their soulmate. Or just have a shared specific feature. (Kirei Ao Tori, FFN)

veryone is born with a blank outlined design on their body. While the outlining design is a prefect copy of their soulmate the color schemes that make up the rest of the design are different. The colors show the different emotions and trials that their soulmate has went through. The mark fills in a little each year until the soulmates finally met. The size of the mark depends on the great things that your destiny has in store for you. Normally a persons mark is small, just enough to fit on the back of someones hand... But for Victor and Yuuri it was different. Almost their entire bodies were canvasses. (guest on FFN)

where one doesn't age until they meet their soulmate (The Blood Cloak, FFN)

 your greatest accomplishment or, as they called them, Deeds appeared on your soulmate's skin.  (The Blood Cloak, FFN)

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Signs, Sunflowers, & Synchronicity

“Facing the sun is a choice a sunflower makes every single day.”

Have you ever noticed how a sunflower closes its petals when light is dim and darkness draws near? And when the light from the sun shines through, the sunflower spreads its petals far and wide?

Sunflowers make any dark day feel a little bit brighter.

I’ve always loved sunflowers. I remember planting sunflowers in the garden when I was a child. And when I say planting, I mean we’d throw our sunflower seeds out in the field and later the seeds would sprout and burst into big, bright sunflowers. The sunflowers that grew wildly in my yard as a child were some of the largest sunflowers I’ve seen. They were several feet tall with thick stalks, big black centers, and bright yellow petals. They made any dark day feel a little bit brighter.

I had no idea at such a young age that sunflowers would be such a profound symbol in my life as an adult.

Last year I began noticing signs from the universe. It started with seeing repeat numbers. I began to see 35 on the hour several times throughout the day. I’ve seen 35 each day for well over a year now. The numbers also grew into multiples like 11:11, 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, and 5:55. I began recording the number patterns I’d see. As I would see a number, I would look up the meaning and take them as a sign from the Universe. I now know that the ability to see and recognize signs is a gift of mine.

In May 2019, I visited Six Eagles Haven for the first time. Two of my dear friends and I traveled there to support building a labyrinth. We spent the weekend collecting rocks and thoughtfully laying them throughout the labyrinth. It was one of the most profound spiritual experiences I’ve had. I began noticing bees clinging to several rocks I picked up. That would be the first occurrence of many signs to come with bees.

After that trip, I headed to California for a retreat. While on the retreat I had asked for a sign about whether or not to invest in myself and join a yearlong coaching program. We did a releasing ceremony at the beach. We each selected a rock and released it into the ocean as a symbol of letting go. I chose to let go of the limiting belief that I’m not worth it. As I walked down to the beach, I asked God to give me a sign and make it clear if I was meant to enroll in this coaching program or not. I picked up my rock and yelled out, “I’M WORTH IT!” As I released my rock into the ocean, my three bracelets that were on my wrist also released from my control into the ocean. It was my sign. I enrolled in the program and trusted that I was being called into something greater.

After I said Yes to the coaching program, we were each gifted with Alana Fairchild’s Sacred Rebels deck. The first card I drew from the deck was the Inspiration card. On the front, it has a beautiful illustration of a woman wearing a headdress with bees around it. In the message, it speaks of receiving an inspired idea or inspiration that is important to my creative and spiritual growth. It also talks about the spirit totem of the bee:

The bee is bringing you healing medicine-wisdom from nature to aid the message of the oracle of Inspiration. The bee is a powerful spirit totem. Bees are able to fly with wings that are significantly small in proportion to their heavier bodies. They can do so because of the sheer speed with which their wings move.

I wasn’t quite sure what my idea or inspiration would be. I remained open and trusted that I would be guided down the path towards bringing it to life.

Life was showing me signs. I had a choice to ignore them or follow them.

Whenever I travel, I always set an intention for each country I visit. Setting intentions supports me in being more present to what I want to achieve or experience. In August 2019, I visited Spain for the first time. As mentioned in Discovering Beauty in All Things, Spain was a healing and heart-opening journey for me. My intention for that country was to heal and open my heart to new possibilities. When I arrived in Morocco a month after my time in Spain, I pulled a card for this new country and journey. I pulled the Inspiration card…again. It was another sign that the Universe was wanting to get my attention. Just a week after pulling that card, I was met with love—something I was not expecting, and something the healing work in Spain was leading me to.

It was on this journey that I chose to bee a sunflower and face the sun.

Early in our relationship, I was referred to as a sunflower. It was sweet and endearing so I accepted it. Sunflowers began showing up more and more in my journey. I would notice them growing in the wild and painted on the sides of buildings. I would buy myself bouquets from the market and would find myself drawing them in my journal. I embodied the essence of the sunflower. After my breakup, I found myself annoyed when I would see sunflowers. I didn’t feel like a light anymore and was wanting to be in the dark not face the light.

Last month while journeying back to Colorado, I noticed sunflowers everywhere. On the side of the road, growing in the wild, and sporadically throughout the land at the retreat center where I was staying. I’d be out hiking and notice a lone sunflower shining tall and proud in the sunlight. Every time I’d see a sunflower, I’d think of my relationship and believe that it was a sign that things were shifting and maybe, just maybe, we’d realign. I finally re-framed my view and asked for guidance around why I was seeing sunflowers. Was it him? Was it coincidence? Or was it me?

One day it all clicked.

I AM the sunflower. I am seeing sunflowers as a reminder of who I AM in this world. I am a bright light who chooses to face the sun even when I’m in the dark and feel like I can’t face the light. This year has felt dark on many levels, and I somehow keep choosing to face the sun and allow my light to heal and inspire others. This is why I chose to have a sunflower as part of my new tattoo design. Its symbolism has been so profound for me, and it’s something I continue to choose and embody.

I pulled the Inspiration card again yesterday…I’m listening, Universe. I asked for guidance around what’s being birthed out of this blog challenge: Inspiration. New ideas.

“Allow inspiration to fill you with enthusiasm, an expectation of magic and marvelous synchronicity, as people, situations and opportunities fall into place to help bring your inspiration into reality. This idea has the potential to flower into so much more than you realize.”

The synchronicity of life is beautiful when you can take a step back and view it from a broader perspective. Even when you don’t know where an inspiration is leading you, or how you’re going to face the light again when everything feels so dark around you, trust the signs. Trust the light. Then one day, you will be able to connect the signs, and view them from the perspective of beauty and see the beauty and synchronicity in all of it.

“Facing the sun is a choice a sunflower makes every single day.”

Thank you to my dear soul friend, Sabine, for sharing this quote with me and seeing that I am a sunflower choosing to face the sun every single day.

What signs do you notice again and again? If you’re not sure if they’re signs, ask yourself— “Do I keep seeing the same numbers or symbols?” Open your awareness and ask to be shown signs of whether or not your on the right path. Ask for guidance around the signs you notice and choose to believe that they are showing up for the most beautiful, synchronized reasons. Choose to believe. Choose to face the sun. Every single day.