#it's PROBABLY brown-gray....probably

[heroesriseandfall]

“Damian’s eyes are green like Talia’s” neither of them have green eyes…

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

Noodling with something that happens later in the AU (...probably, I'm not actually sure if Kaine sees this outfit in a calm moment or not... valentine's day 2016 in windowverse is the day that everything goes to shit but there's a lot in my notes that is not fully figured out yet especially because not only do I not want to just use the scene from the comics, I actually can't, because of differences in timeline and so on and so forth. so I'm still working on that. )

Compare to an earlier scene (which I have actually written and not just made notes about lmao):

(og ren fest outfit post: here)

I'm running comparisons and queering the text or whatever the hell—

Recently after many months of not really knowing whether windowverse Kaine ought to be bi or gay or what I had a brainwave which is that, he's probably attracted to masculine presenting people in general, including men, butches and studs. it makes the most sense to me tbh, esp w/ his complicated relationship with his own body, masculinity, manhood, and sexuality in this universe (and 616, arguably). And also because in the comics, Louise was kinda butch or at least not super femme, and so is Terry, and Annabelle dresses however the hell she wants, including in men's clothes sometimes, so I was like. now. hang on. i'm sensing a pattern.

obv zoe and shannon are very feminine but the former is a stalker kaine seems to not actually want to be touched by and the latter was a mind controller so... you know.

really, in windowverse at least, a large facet of kaine's relationships and approach to sexuality is mostly built on this desperation to be loved and therefore taking whatever he can get... for the most part he's essentially doing this responsive, reciprocal thing in addition to trying to be a "real person" by trying to conform to heteronormative standards (but also rebelling against those standards at the same time, thus the skirt) — which is a lot of what his relationship with annabelle ends up being, and a cause of friction as well.

but the suit? actually hot to him.

Annabelle's earrings and purse in the v-day pic were xmas gifts from Kaine btw:

Kate Spade lol

as an aside wrt not being able to use the comics scene for AU kaine's life in houston crumbling apart: i can't make the Other work for that scene in windowverse specifically because in AU by Feb 2016 Kaine is in a position where if he is mortally wounded he will just die.

the Other happens (in October 2015) because Kaine is off his immune meds for a few weeks because he runs out and keeps putting off finding a new doctor etc. but anyway that means his fucked up (auto)immune system can do its thing and turn him into a monster after he's eaten alive by werewolves.

REALLY i actually don't know how long his immune system should take to start (over)working after he stops taking his azathioprine. Mostly i was like how long do t cells and other immune cells take to repopulate? and the answer is: i don't know. i couldn't find a good answer XD but I figure 2 weeks is probably fine............................? it's not like prednisone where he's technically withdrawing for like... 2 years.... (mmm steroids)

but anyway, in february he's had a new doctor for a few months and has access to all of his prescriptions again so like, spider monster ain't happening because he's immunocompromised on his meds— a state which simultaneously keeps his body from destroying itself but also makes him more vulnerable to dying from normal things. like infections. or bazookas.

i do think it would be fun drama if wally shot him though

[queensparklekitten]

time princess players how do y'all picture the MCs of every story

like since every set and piece of official art has a different hair colour, length, and style with every picture of them, and sometimes there's descriptions that don't match the images, which one do you go with

and do you make half of them look like your avatar or have your own designs

[camelspit]

late song twin au day. werewolf au 👍 its been infesting me. help.

@skylilac @gatekeeper-of-the-lost-cities @arson-anarchy-death @steal-nightmares-leave-dreams @abubble125 @purplesoup-lad-le @gay-otlc @thefoxysnake @keeper-of-the-lost-dadwin @oracle-cookies-deactivated114070 @kamikothe1and0lny @you-have-been-frizzled @presidentroarie @cowboypossume @even-if-in-another-time @that-glasses-dog @nyxpixels @slozhnos @sofia-not-sophie @treehouse-arson @lemon-girl-in-devil-town @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @purpleunicycle @raeny-nights-and-faery-lights

[go-go-devil]

Reblog if you think the girl on the left is just as beautiful as the girl on the right 🦂💜🔥

[strawglicks]

WHY DID I THINK FOR ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR NOW THAT FLINTS EYELIDS ARE BROWN?????

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

This just in, local catgirl discovers color!

(family and friends now wish she would discover a hairbrush)

This is one of my OC’s from The SOS Chronicles, Silvie, the (feral) little Aguithan girl that Oliver and Silas befriend in book 2. When she’s not sneaking around on special missions and trying to help her friends save her planet from its evil overlord, she likes wearing bright colors since she never had the opportunity before. She especially likes pink because someone (probably Andy James, the only person with any fashion sense in this series on account of growing up with at least 4 sisters) told her it looked good on her. This pink and brown jacket is her favorite article of clothing and she wears it everywhere when she doesn’t need to be sneaky. The matching pants were just a bonus.

I’m also realizing that I think this is the first time I’ve drawn her in color??? So a little breakdown here: her fur is brown and it covers her face, arms and torso in varying lengths as you can see. Her legs and tail are scaled and iridescent, which is unfortunately very hard to show with colored pencils but I did my best by blending olive green and a few shades of purple together. I don’t know if you can tell, but her eyes are yellow.

[rainbow-sparks]

here's the lamb ..cape? :^

[arctic-hands]

Honestly it's a miracle of God, albeit one I didn't particularly want, that despite my genetics, abysmal health, and lifelong stress, that I didn't start getting my first silver hairs until I was like twenty-eight. Both of my parents significantly started graying as teenagers and while their lives weren't perfect they had vastly better health and incredibly less stress than I've had my entire life

[resident-cake-anon]

only now realizing i haven’t even chosen a color palette for pastora yet…

[vaugarde]

am i crazy or is flamekit not even a bad name for a black cat in the cat books

[transk0vsky]

I’m a firm believer in edgeworth having natural brown hair but he dyes it gray

[gallusrostromegalus]

Might I inquire as to what, precisely, a Mustain't is? (Aside from a string of letters I hesitate to Google in that order.)

In October 2014 I went on a road-trip to the Dryest Place In America.

I was having a rough year, very depressed from having dropped out of college for the third time. I decided a road trip was in order to re-set my brain and get a little distance. Being that it was October, and therefore all the campgrounds in the American Southwest were filled with people who have the good sense to camp in reasonable temperatures, I elected to take my parent's minivan so I could car-camp anywhere suitably isolated, and looked up some of the southwest's geographic extremes- the highest place I could drive to (Pikes Peak), the lowest place (Badwater Basin), and for fun, the Dryest Place in the continental US, which turned out to be the Pinacate Volcanic field just west of Organ Pipe Cactus National Monument. It gets rain maybe twice a century and has no standing water, despite being less than 100 miles from the gulf of California.

It's a startlingly beautiful and alien place. The ground is a deep chocolate brown to black volcanic sand, and in mid October, the rabbit brush is turning bright yellow as it shifts to autumn, the organ pipe cacti are a dark green and stand, partially concealed in the brush at exactly human height. The air is alive with birds and insects and bats at night. The stargazing is like looking into the eyes of God.

You get there by driving down a little dirt road called "El Camino Del Diablo", or "The Devil's Road".

I drove out about three hours from Glendale, AZ to get there, arriving at sunset, and felt a profound sense of peace. I stargazed, listening to the bats hunt and sing, and slept peacefully for the first time in months.

I stayed out there for three days, sketching and painting the landscape, taking strolls through this almost alien landscape, and enjoying the light and sound and total absence of human intrusion besides myself.

On the fourth night, it was a new moon, and I awoke in the middle of the night. Something was amiss, and it took me a while to realize it was because I could NOT hear the bats. I was sleeping inside the van with the rear windows rolled halfway down rather than trying to set up the tent, so I when I sat up, I looked out of the van's reflective windows to discover what at first appeared to be A Horse.

It was something between pale gray and bright white in the starlight, standing maybe a dozen feet from the van, sniffing curiously. It made sense- I was in the middle of mustang country and there was quite a bit of foliage in the area for it and it did look like a truly wild horse- lumpy where the bones were jutting out, dusty about the hooves and face.

I was instantly seized by the sort of paralytic fear Sleep paralysis is made of. I couldn't move. It wasn't quite looking at me because it couldn't quite see through the windshield into the shadowy into the shadowy interior, but I had the distinct impression that if I looked away, it would know, and get me.

I already had problems with horses. My beloved Aunt Helen's Prize mare tried to kill me on two separate occasions, and the year before I had to carry my sister-in-law backwards out of a slot canyon whilst reciting the Saint Crispin's Day Speech as loudly as possible to keep a mustang from trampling us to death.

This is approximately what it should have looked like:

Instead, it was... off. like trying to draw a horse from memory.

The waist tapered in.

The legs were slightly too long or the torso slightly too short, probably both.

The ears were Triangular.

The head wasn't quite right- Too narrow and the jaw wasn't heavy enough.

The tail was too long and arced unnaturally away from the body.

The neck arched.

The nostrils were too high and close

The mouth too long.

Whatever this is, a Mustang it Ain't.

I watched it from the back seat as it sniffed around the front of the van, curious with about the side mirrors. It moved around the van, nibbling experimentally on the front door handle. It came up to the side windows, sniffing like a dog, and it's breath didn't fog up the glass.

Finally, it came up to the rear window, which was rolled halfway down to let the fall night air in. Not even half a pane of glass and two feet of air between us, and I could clearly see it's bright blue eyes.

Horses have Elongated pupils to give them a wide field of vision, and eyes that rotate sideways in their sockets so the pupil remains parallel to the ground. Rather creepy to watch, especially the ones with blue eyes.

A real horse that was curious about the interior of the van would have come up to the window more or less sideways, and looked at me with something like this:

Instead, the damn thing walked up and faced the back window head on, staring back at me with this:

I'm not sure how long we watched each other like that, eyes locked. My eyes burned. I couldn't blink. My mouth was dry. I couldn't swallow. My throat began to ache. I couldn't make a sound. My skin began to twitch, like I was severely dehydrated. I couldn't move. My lungs burned. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move. I couldn't move.

Something was touching the side of my hand on the seat next to me. It's my water bottle.

The realization must have broken the terrible paralysis in the lower parts of my brain first, because by the time I consciously realized I could move again, I was already flinging my water bottle out the window at it.

The top was open, and splashed out the window at the Mustain't.

I've never heard such a scream out of an animal. Something halfway between the sound of unquenchable rage vibrating in someone's chest and the way rabbits cry out to God when the dogs catch them.

It jumped back, pivoting away from the van, snarling at the water bottle. I don't think you're supposed to be able to see All of a horse's teeth at once, no matter how angry it is.

I watched it run into the night for some distance, it's pale body visible against the black sand and the dark gray shadow of the ancient volcanic cone it was headed for.

When the blood stopped pounding in my ears, I could hear the bats again.

I debated leaving right then, but I didn't want to get out of the van with that thing in the area, nor litter by leaving the water bottle out there. I also had the awful idea that if I left now, it might somehow be able to follow me home. I ended up staying up three hours to watch the sunrise, shaking and trying to figure out if I'd woken up from a vivid dream, if my meds had stopped working, or if that had really happened. I didn't dare move until I actually felt the temperature rise, before stepping out of the van to grab the bottle. I had my camera ready- I was still using a DSLR back then- to take pictures of the hoofprints, to show how close it had gotten to the van.

No hoofprints.

Beetle tracks in the soft sand around the van, and the clear foot-and-wing prints of a bird that had hopped around then taken off. But no hoofprints.

I went over the entire campsite with the tent broom, to make sure I removed every scrap of evidence I had ever been there, including my footprints, grabbed my water bottle, and drove the three hours back back to Glendale, then decided to do seven more hours of driving to Moab, Utah just to put more than 500 miles, the state line and at least nine things that could be considered "running water" between me and the Mustain't.

-

I still have that water bottle. It has a dent in the bottom from hitting something, but that could have happened at any time. Strange thing though. I can't drink that bottle dry. I'll have it on me, drink whatever I've put in there- water, juice, iced coffee- and eventually feel like I've drunk the whole think and that it's empty. But I open it up and it's still at least a quarter full. I drink that. I get thirsty. I open it up again. ...and there's always a mouthful left.

Not sure what the side effects of drinking from a bottle cursed by a Mustain't to always have some left are, but it lives in the Emergency Breakdown Kit in my car now, just in case I meet another one.

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(I'm a disabled artist and make my living telling stories, please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi or Pre-order the Family Lore book on Patreon)

[therevengeoffrankenstein]

i can't wait 2 start graying but i'm 2 stubborn 2 just dye my hair gray right now like what am i supposed 2 be looking forward 2?? i am not opening the present(s) early.... not yet.

[altfire]

where r the girlies finding cute business casual clothes. i do not have the wardrobe for my new job 😭

[p4ranormaluv]

DAYDREAM (s.jy)

♱ ; you’re hot boxing in your boyfriend’s car and struggling to ride his huge cock.

PAIRING: stoner bf!jake x gf!reader GENRE: smut CONTENTS: dom!jake, sub!reader, hotboxing & shotgunning (aka smoking weed), cowgirl position, starts out kinda slow and lazy, lil spanking, petnames (baby, princess), praise, spit kink, man handling, oddly loving at the end WC: 1.2k

NOTE: wrote this while listening to jake’s recent voice live (again). this was written very quickly and not proofread, keep that in mind

“that’s it. that’s it, baby.” jake croons in your ear, breath fanning against the sensitive skin of your neck. every sensation is heightened right now, thanks to the two of you hotboxing in jake’s car. the air has swirling tendrils of smoke, slightly foggy but definitely not as thick as it could be— it’s just that neither of you could keep your hands off of each other.

jake’s brown eyes are all gooey and sweet. when he looked over to you sitting in his passenger side with that look, you couldn’t help but crawl over into his lap. tasting the strawberry flavor of his chapstick from his plump lips, catching glimpses of the pink in his eyes while he sighed with satisfaction into the heat of your mouth— no one can really blame you for the position you’re in now, slowly sinking down on jake’s cock that you pulled out from his baggy jeans.

his voice is sugary yet slightly textured, that soft accent of his getting thicker as he feels you squeezing tighter around his dick, struggling to take him all due to his over-average size. but you want it so bad.

“y’can take all this dick inside you, right? not too big?” jake asks with a lazy smirk, noticing how your pussy is clenching uncontrollably around him, taking a while to adjust to his girth and length. if you weren’t so fucked up you’d probably notice the ego boost you’re giving him as your hands squeeze at his shoulders and you pant under your breath— but you don’t.

“yes, wan’ it so bad. been thinking about how good it’d feel inside me this whole time.” you confess quietly.

jake is in the middle of taking a drag when you finish your sentence, carelessly setting the blunt down to pull you against his lips. you moan into his mouth as you breath in his smoke, gray and white swirling around you as jake slips his eager tongue inside.

jake’s hips softly pushing deeper into your pussy reminds you how you were struggling to take all of him before, and now he’s completely sheathed inside. he groans as you simultaneously suck on his tongue and your cunt sucks him deeper.

“damn. yeah, baby? can feel how bad you want it, pussy’s so wet.”

your eyes zero in on how jake brushes his fingers through his hair, the softly curled ends immediately falling back over his brows, framing his face perfectly. you have no idea how he can be so cute and sexy at the same time, but he balances it effortlessly.

your hips start to slowly grind in his lap, jake returning the movement with lazy little thrusts. his hands move to grip tightly around your waist, you reacting with a small whine as you arch your back further, moving barely faster.

“fuck, atta girl.” jake murmurs, only motivating you to go harder, crying out as you start to full on bounce up and down his cock.

jake mutters a broken expletive under his breath, hands trailing lower to squeeze at your ass, feeling how it jiggles with each drop of your hips and wishing he could see it from the back. (next time, he’s fucking you in front of a mirror)

he feels his stomach tense, moaning in pleasure as his skull falls back against the head rest.

your pussy could be jake’s downfall, it could destroy him if you let it— and he really wishes you would. he might smoke weed a lot, but the only addiction he has is to you and your wet little cunt, always eager to take his fat cock— even when you try and play hard to get. and how gorgeous you look when you ride his face? fuck. nothing makes him feel as high as you do.

jake’s hand spanking your ass, the sting lighty burning into your skin as you gasp and take a deep breath of the foggy air— it’s like that’s enough to snap the last string of your boyfriend’s control.

there’s the sound of a drawn out ‘thunk’— then the driver’s seat is falling down, your barely covered tits that are suppressed in a tank top pressing against jake’s hard chest as you fall down with it.

“that’s it, princess. bounce that sexy ass on my fat cock.”

you can’t control the sounds that escape your lips anymore, whimpering and crying out as your wet pussy slamming against jake’s groin fills the car with the noise of slapping skin.

you sit up on your elbows, jake’s face practically in your tits with the new position. your thighs clench tightly around his body as he leans up to kiss at your neck, sucking marks into the skin with his hot mouth. he’s always messy— so whether it’s on purpose or accidental, his spit leaves a cold tingle against your skin. when you feel the faint tickle of a small droplet running down to your clavicle, you can’t help but whine out, opening your mouth to him while giving jake begging eyes.

jake obliges with a shaking exhale, face almost turning as desperate as yours when he sees your cute, fucked out face. his hand holds you still by the jaw, leaning up to spit in your mouth with a nasty, wet noise. your cunt squeezes so tight around him that jake can hardly keep from busting inside. he watches how you savor him on your tongue before swallowing, staring at him with your pretty eyes before opening your mouth and showing him how it’s all gone.

jake can’t help the growl he lets out, pulling you down somewhat roughly to passionately kiss you. he’s not even letting you move at this point, his hands controlling your hips and moving you up and down his cock like a fleshlight, fucking into you with complete unrestraint.

“that’s my girl, my dirty little princess. lettin’ this dick stretch out your messy cunt.”

“mmm, fuck— jakey.” you whine, eyes squeezing shut as your hands find purchase on his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as jake man handles you.

“i daydream about you all the time, y’know. missin’ you when i wake up without you, thinkin’ about your cute smile and cuddles.”

jake creeps one hand down to your pussy, starting to rub little circles against your clit. you swear you feel him trace a heart too.

“wanna— wanna wake up to you every morning, baby. wanna make you feel this good everyday. don’ wanna miss you no more.”

your ears pound, heart beating almost out of your chest as a spiral coils tighter in your belly, feeling like it’s about to burst. jake’s free hand is pressed on your back, making your pussy flutter with how large it is against your spine. your eyes sting from the smoke, but you force them open to gaze into jake’s pussy drunk eyes. the love that casts over the gorgeous brown with a glossy sheen has you hugging him closer to you.

“i’m— i’m close, jakey. please?”

“go ahead, princess.” you barely hear jake say over your moans and the blood rushing in your ears.

you cum with a cry, your release flooding over jake’s cock and dripping down between his balls. jake has a full body tremble, but he doesn’t let go— and he doesn’t stop his thrusts, still slowly fucking into you even after your high ends.

“wan’ more, baby? wan’ more of this cock?”

you wordlessly nod your head, delirious as jake fucks you stupid. all you know how to do is rock your little hips, taking the swollen, needy tip of jake’s dick deeper inside your creamy pussy.

“yeah, baby. use it like a toy, huh? use jakey’s big cock to make your little pussy feel good.”

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