#im a sucker for them

[toads-n-moss]

[ no dl6 au ]

woo more clothing refs!!

[ID in alt text]

here we have

miles and phoenix's main outfits during the five year gap

miles and phoenix's court outfits in chapter two

once again, hope these are helpful to those who want to draw these characters!!

and once again, i'll be putting details that maybe didn't get on the ref sheets or are small and may be missed under the cut!! please check them out :3

in his 5yg design, miles goes through many hairstyles so you are welcome to experiment with the hairstyles in your fanart (nothing too intricate tho, he would probably prefer quick hairstyles in this part of the au)

5yg miles is wearing phoenix's signal samurai shirt under the hoodie

5yg miles' bangs are very long and messy

chapter 2 miles sometimes doesn't wear his suit jacket. underneath the jacket he has dark brown suspenders

chapter 2 miles' bangs are still long, but not as messy anymore

this is a small detail but it means a lot, phoenix von karma's lil hair details on the sides of his face curve up (kind of like horns), instead of curving down like they do in other designs

phoenix's hair is more spiky, less fluffy in the 5yg and chapter 2

5yg phoenix has long cloaks too! if you wanna draw him with long cloaks go ahead!

chapter 2 phoenix only wears rapier cloaks however, so keep that in mind

phoenix has a rapier sword with the initials "P.V.K." monogrammed on the handle

phoenix is left handed so make sure to draw his rapier and his cloak on his right side

that's all for now again :3!!

in this part of the au, phoenix has an x-shaped scar on the left side of his forehead

very late addition but phoenix has a patch of vitiligo on his forehead, which lines up with his white streak of hair

[pasta-n00dles]

It’s 3 am but I just thought of a Jess/Dean story idea to write/draw and now I can’t stop thinking abt it :000

Like they ended up running into each other in the big city, both mature adults now. They caught up, made friends and fell in love.

Anyways story starts with them packing to take a trip back to Stars Hollow for Clara’s graduation from high school, and to visit the family and all.

And then leads to shocking the town bc they never said anything abt them dating the other or getting along even.

Rory returns to town too, running into the each separately and thinking they’d act like they once did yadayadayadayada and so forth

[lesbianturrets]

Some happiness fur you guys 🫶 https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025372

And like always.. INCLUDED DOODLE!!

[veinvain-g1rl]

Early update! Chapter 2 of Survey War's Moving Machinations! Be prepared for "Flower Power"!

[meadow-mellow]

I knew after credits Eda was wearing Raine's earing but i didn't realize They were wearing Hers!!!

[reyhospacebitch]

Remus Lupin had been through more loss, more agony, by the age of twenty-five than most would endure over the course of their long lives. He had hoped it would end then, but the world, as did the moon, had its ways of routinely destroying him. Being bitten by a werewolf at five years, he was well practiced in suffering. surviving. But nothing prepared him for the curveball the universe threw at him when he heard her voice, higher pitch and just as swotty, in the Hogwarts train compartment that day. A flood of emotions swelled in him at the sight of her face, mocking him as she looked exactly like his daughter, and when she introduced herself with the same name as his long gone wife, he ran. He kept his distance as well as he could. For years. Even going so far as to attempt to move on with Tonks. Sirius’s persistence wearing him down. And then Sirius died. And so did Tonks. Convinced he was well and truly cursed, he fell into the bottle. So what happens when one night Hermione Granger meets the girl a near mirror image of herself who called Remus dad?

[satoruplanero]

“death and the maiden”

thats the name of the original painting i used as a reference to make this one <3 truly one of my favs atm

[atlasthetitan]

Big Yawn!

[your1970srockstargf]

Me ❤️ people that look like Bob Dylan / Jimmy Page / David Bowie

[starrynightsxo]

I CANT BREATHE I SEE THIS SPOILER EVERYWHERE I JUST KSJSKSJSKSNKSNSKS

The book has been out for barely two weeks.

But 🥺

By: nikittysan

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[gglinaa]

sudden yet long anticipated confession soulmate style

[ghosty-scribblings]

Okay I am just gonna throw something out because I got to thinking about and what is this blog for if not to yell into the void?

Danny gets hired as a janitor at the Daily Planet. It's just a job, something to make money and not clash schedules with his Metopolis Community College classes. But while working there he meets this reporter who is definitely also not fully human.

Does danny care? Nah. Not causing problems. None of his business. Not his circus not his monkeys.

But imagine the hijinks.

Clark? Initially confused but also glad at meeting someone so chill? One story about the ecto-weenies later and he has to know more. Let these two goobers bond over "what is my life" and "ya got a little not normal right there." This Danny guy is just a chill civilian friend he doesn't have to hide from.

And Danny? Staying-in-his-lane and sleep-deprived-college-studenting so hard he doesn't even realize his fellow not-baseline-human friend is Superman. Clark is just his friend who is also trying to be Normal.

[saddestcrow]

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[soundleer]

sprunki drawing dumps hyee

[rafey-baby]

hidden 2

c/w: hostage/stockholm syndrome situation, outlaw!rafe getting injured & reluctantly letting pogue!reader clean him up, him being sleazy, suggestive, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

hope u enjoy xx

part 1 & part 3 part 4 part 5

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It’s past midnight and Rafe is driving over the speed-limit.

He’d said something about handling business and then more or less shoved her into the passenger seat of his truck before she even had the chance to open her mouth in objection.  

The island sky is as dusky as the bottom of the ocean as he races through the soundless highway that reminds her of the yellow brick road; never-ending and with no certainty of what’s looming at the finish line. 

She sits silently on the passenger seat because even if she was curious as to where exactly they were headed to, she’s well aware that he wouldn’t tell her if she asked.    

Her heavy lids fall closed to the calming noise of the wind picking up outside the vehicle and she’s so exhausted she falls asleep within minutes. Therefore, she’s not sure how much time has passed before she’s jostled awake to him turning off the engine in an empty parking lot. 

“Don’t even think about opening the door, alright?” a heavy warning lingers in his tone as he’s tucking his gun in the waistband of his pants and grabbing a thick wad of cash from the glove compartment.  

She hums her acknowledgment and watches his actions; wandering eyes filled with questions. However, he merely offers her a brief glance before throwing open the door and disappearing into the eerily serene night; leaving her alone in the dimly lit space with her nervous inhales the only thing keeping her company.  

She tries to peer through the window, squinting in order to see where he’s run off to. However, the faint glow of the street lamps provides little to no help, making her impatiently tap her nails against the center console as she waits for him to return. She presses her ear to the window but unfortunately no sounds other than the rustling of the leaves in the trees surrounding the area reach her eardrums.  

She sighs.  

What if something happens? 

She knows that he doesn’t need for her to worry over him but she can’t help it. No matter how terrible of a person he is, she doesn’t wish for anything bad to happen to him. At the end of the day, she’s not a carefully programmed robot entirely void of human emotions, is she?

The mellow memory of him reluctantly trying to soothe her after her outburst the other day still lingers at the forefront of her mind and turns her initial thoughts regarding him into something softer. After all, she was certain he was going to kill her when she’d threatened him with his gun. However, he merely seemed entertained by her stupid bravery, opting to mock her instead of showing a single ounce of actual fear.

And she doesn’t know why, but there’s this peculiar flutter in her tummy whenever her brain decides to mull over the moment of him wrapping his big arms around her shaky body in an almost gentle manner.  

She wants to forget about it, ignore it and simply despise him for forcing her to help him, but she can’t. She can’t help the fact that even if she’s utterly terrified of him, there’s also something about him that almost fascinates her; lures her in and makes her want to figure him out. And she’s not entirely sure what she’s supposed to think of that.  

There’s something enticing about the way he’s such a polar opposite to her; not only is he a Kook but he’s also violent and hostile whereas she doesn’t even have the heart to kill a bug. His demeanor is aggressive and she thought that was all there was but then he goes on and practically hugs her when she’s a trembling mess with salty tears streaking her cheeks. 

All of it confuses her to no end; disarranging her cerebrum and making foreign emotions bubble in her chest like molten lava. Or maybe she’s just touch-deprived; starving for whatever attention Rafe is suddenly offering her so generously.  

She doesn’t necessarily want to think about any of it right now though; opting to stare out into the gloom of the night and forcing her mind somewhere else entirely, when all at once, the driver’s side door slams open and her head snaps towards it— eyes startled and heart jumping in her chest at the instantaneous intrusion.  

“Calm down, ‘s just me,” Rafe mutters, sounding out of breath; exhales harsh and chest rising and falling like a madman as he slumps down on the leather seat— eyes flitting over her tense form.

“You seriously didn’t move?” he huffs out. “Such a good little puppy, huh?”   

At that, she comes to the conclusion that she’s definitely craving a very specific type of attention when her thighs involuntarily press together at his twisted notion of praise.   

“You— uh…you okay?” she cautiously asks, ignoring the warmth scattering along the apples of her cheeks.   

“I’m fine,” he mumbles before starting the engine and speeding back out onto the road that’s still sound asleep; the pitch-black sky beginning to fade into a darkened navy blue with the dim glimmer of the street lamps illuminating their journey.   

She then gets a better look at him and notices a few cuts and bruises adorning his tired face. There’s a particularly deep scrape on his cheekbone; crimson transferring to the back of his hand when he mindlessly swipes over it.   

“Rafe…you’re bleeding. What happened?” she exclaims, uneasiness coating her tone.

“Don’t worry, okay? Just had some, uh…disagreements. Should honestly see the other guy,” a lazy smirk paints over his face as he lets out a dry chuckle.  

“Rafe, those could get infected or something. Do you want me to clean them up for you?” 

“It’s just a few scratches, you’re acting as if I’m bleeding out,” he rolls his eyes, turning exasperated.  

“I’m being serious, you can’t exactly go to the doctor if those actually end up getting infected, can you?” she argues with a pout.    

“Shit, are all Pogues this fucking stubborn or just you? Told you, s’fine,” he snaps in disdain, knuckles turning white from their grip on the steering wheel.  

“It’s not fine, though. Can you just…can you just let me help? It’ll take like ten minutes and then you don’t have to worry about it anymore,” she rakes a hand through her hair in frustration because in her opinion Rafe is the one being stubborn right now.   

“I’m not worrying about it!” his gravelly voice thunders from his chest, making her flinch.  

“Well...I am,” her tone is quiet now; slightly regretting bringing the topic up in the first place.    

At that, he lets out an irritated sigh and then he’s abruptly pulling over to a parking lot next to some gas station.  

She turns to look at him with a surprised expression.   

“Don’t have all day. Get the fuckin’ first aid kit from the glove box then,” he grumbles out a harsh demand.   

“O— okay,” her face begins to light up in victory as she scurries to open the compartment in front of her, rummaging through it and trying to not pay attention to the plastic baggies filled with white powder or the wads of cash her hand comes in contact with.   

At last, her tentative fingertips find the small red bag she was looking for. However, when she turns to face him again, he’s not initiating any sort of movement, simply spreading his legs out in front of him in his slouched position and peering down at her expectantly.  

She hesitates.   

“You’re not gonna…move?”  

“If you wanna play nurse so fuckin’ bad then you have no problem sitting on my lap, right? Not gonna reach all the way from there, are ya?” his tone is mocking and she can practically feel the warmth crawling up her face.  

“Oh, right. Um— yeah. I’ll just…” she blinks and then she’s clumsily climbing over the console and awkwardly lowering down to stumble into his lap.

He merely looks at her with a bored expression— annoyance swimming in the lagoons of his eyes as he glares at her, clearly bothered by the fact that he has to waste his precious time on something as trivial as this.   

She huffs before timidly opening the first aid kit and trying to settle down on his lap. However, with his long legs sprawled out in the legroom he’s not exactly making it easy for her; being petty and difficult on purpose as she takes out a clean cotton pad and dampens it with some antiseptic spray.   

“Can you just…” she trails off before gingerly taking ahold of his jaw and lifting his face in order to examine the injuries better.  

He lets her freely maneuver his head as she pleases and despite the sting, not even flinching when she gently dabs over a smaller cut on his jaw. Merely letting his gaze flicker over her features— making her grow nervous under his curious eyes as she tries to concentrate on the vermilion spots on his face and not the way he’s soundlessly observing her.  

Or the fact that she’s currently closer to him than she’s ever been before. Can feel the even breaths from his nose tickling the skin of her lower face when she leans down for a better angle.  

“So…you’re a drug dealer or?” she decides to try her luck, not being able to sweep the cocaine in the glove compartment under the rug so carelessly.   

“What did I say about questions, Puppy?” he scolds her instead of answering.   

“Right, sorry,” her eyes drop down. At least she tried.  

She doesn’t say anything more, instead focuses all her attention on cleansing the scrapes and tries not to pay any mind to the fact that as an afterthought, this position is incredibly improper and she’s not entirely sure why she agreed to it so easily.  

Upon careful consideration, she thinks she’s entirely too aware of his sturdy muscles underneath her and it’s turning her respiration more labored by each wipe over his skin.  

“Thinkin’ about going to Guadeloupe next week,” he utters out after several minutes of silence.  

“You are?”   

“Mhm. My family has a house there,” his low-pitched tone is calm; almost relaxed.  

Her brows crease in a question. “But, how are you—”

“I have a private jet,” he states as if it should be obvious. He is a proud Kook, after all.   

“Right. Of course you do,” she shakes her head when the corners of his mouth tug up.   

“How long are you gonna stay there?” she asks as she lifts her hand to swipe the saturated cotton over the deeper wound on his cheekbone.   

“Don’t know, ’til I figure something else out,” he shrugs.   

She hums and then shuffles around on his lap some more, trying to wriggle upwards in order to not fall off. However, as she’s shifting into a more comfortable position, he suddenly lets out a low grunt from the back of his throat.  

“Shit, Puppy. You really gotta move around so much?” he murmurs, promptly resting warm palms on her hips, halting her movements altogether.   

“S— sorry,” her eyes round out when she can feel a slight bulge in his pants. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re tryna get me hard on purpose, hm?” a breathy chuckle escapes his lips along with amusement glittering in blue gemstones as he inspects her flushed face with intrigue.   

“Oh, no— I’m not…was just— trying not to fall,” her words are rushed; thoroughly embarrassed as she blinks repeatedly.  

“Just, uh…stay still, yeah? Need me to steady you?” he rasps before strong arms are holding her upright by a firm grip on her waist.   

“Thanks,” her voice is a muted whisper and she tries not to seem so affected as she gets a new cotton pad and begins to scrub off some of the dried scarlet from under his bottom lip; not daring to shift an inch after that.