#lightning x vito

[totaltism]

Tumblr liked my last rarepair post so...

Vitning? Vitoning? No idea they just appeared in my head

Edit; extra doodle

[d0ttt]

Random ship doodles~

-DOT

[mrmeowziii]

Older Scott- This is a follow up to an older post, I just wanted to draw his whole body.

Besides Brott, I also like Scott x Lightning, Scott x Dawn, Scott x Brick x Lightning, Scott x Sierra, and Scott x Mike/Vito/Manitoba Smith/Mal. Scott x Sam is cute too, I just find Sam boring so I don’t ever think about it.

I cannot get behind Scott x Sugar because I simply do not like Sugar. She is my least favorite female TD contestant, oof. I know it works really well in theory… I just can’t. Please understand. (My least favorite character overall is Chase, followed by Mal but it’s complicated.)

Scott x Courtney is… certainly canon. It was fine I guess, but Courtney should get with Gwen, and Scott should date Brick or Lightning lol.

[the-milk-monarch]

𝚃𝙾𝚇𝙸𝙲 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙺

[ Milk | it/he/they | 18 ] this blog will age like fine milk

I love milk, and you can call me Milk.

I have an autistic curse that makes me gay for most cartoon or video game characters I hyperfixate on.

I write only for fun and when I want to, so the quality may vary, although I try my best to write long posts and fics.

I'm an adult, there might be some spicy things on this blog that will be properly tagged and spoilered under a line. Minors don't interact with a post tagged 🔞.

You can talk to me about Total Drama / DBH / Inside Job if u want

no beta we die like men (stoned or sleep deprived)

[ ☣︎ 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜: 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 ]

⚠ | My requests are always open, however due to the amount of asks, the writing might be a bit slow. I will eventually answer them all tho. Don't be scared to submit yours.

𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼𝚂

𝚃𝙾𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Mike, Mal, Scott, Brick, Noah, Gwen ] 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝙹𝙾𝙱 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Andre Lee ] 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙸𝚃: 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 [ favs ♡ | Connor, Ralph ]

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂

𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙾

☢︎ x gn!reader (but can do other) ☢︎ romance ☢︎ fluff ☢︎ nsfw/smut (aged up) ☢︎ potentially angst/comfort-hurt with happy ending

𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙳𝙾

☢︎ character x character ☢︎ OCs ☢︎ incest, pedophilia n all that bad jazz

𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙵𝚃𝚂: 16

crush on masc!reader [ Cody 50% ] villain S/O [ idk who yet ] reader at Playa De Losers with their crush [ Noah 0% ] [ Mike 20% ] [ Mal 5% ] [ Vito 30%] [ Scott 0% ] [ Cody 0% ] [ Gwen 0% ] fluff alphabet [ Mike 15% ] fluff alphabet [ Mal | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] platonic immortal!reader [ Inside Job Gang | 10% ] [ASK] bookworm!reader [ Ralph | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] S/O who likes black humor [ Duncan | Scott | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] s/o with noise sensitivity & verbal shutdowns [ Mike & alters (w/o Chester) | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] electrokinetic!reader [ Dawn | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] strategist!reader [ Brick | Lightning | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] 🔞 nsfw alphabet [ Duncan | 30% ] [ASK] 🔞 nsfw / sfw bimbo!fem!reader [ Duncan | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] smoking weed for the first time with reader [ Connor | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] hook, line and screamer au [ Courtney | Jo | Heather | NOT STARTED ] [ASK] male true crime fan reader [ Heather | Izzy | Courtney | Anne-Marie | 30% ]

[heathneycanon]

Ezekiel would be the monster in the woods from the scary stories.

Blaineley would try to infiltrate in the camp pretending to be a teenager planning to overthrow Chris and take over.

On the Fashion Club, leaded by Lindsay and Justin, we have Dakota, Vito, Anne Maria, Brick, Sugar and Topher.

Sports Club, leaded by Eva and Tyler, with Lightning, Scott, Svetlana, Jo, Sky, Sammy and Amy.

Science Club, leaded by Noah and Izzy, with Cameron, Sam, B, Scarlett, Staci, Mal and Max.

Nature Club, leaded by Bridgette and Gwen, with Zoey, Dawn, Manitoba, Shawn, Jasmine, Rodney and Ella.

Music Club, lead by Trent and Cody, with only Beardo.

DND Club, lead by Harold and Beth, with Leonard and Dave.

DJ helps Chef in Kitchen.

Courtney is the chief of the counselors and makes sure everything is perfect.

Leshawna, Owen, Heather and Geoff organize all the events and parties.

Duncan takes care of maintenance.

Katie and Sadie are Courtney's assistants.

Don's campers would be Junior, Chet, Lorenzo, Taylor, Mickey, Jay, Laurie, Miles, Tammy, Ennui, Crimson, Brody, Rock, Spud, Sanders, Devin, Carrie and Kitty since they are the RR teens. The counselors being Stephanie, Ryan, MacArthur, Mary, Ellody, Tom, Jen, Jaques, Josee and Emma. Dwayne and Kelly would bribe Don so their children get special treatment and Pete and Gerry would be the old married couple that lives in a shack next to the camp and hate kids.

The ships are:

Anne Maria x Jo

Dave x Scott

Courtney x Heather

Lindsay x Tyler

Zoey x Dawn x Dakota

Jasmine x Sammy x Shawn

Brick x Topher

Staci x Leonard

Owen x Noah

Harold x Leshawna

Sky x Svetlana

Mal x Max

Yes, I went all out, sorry, I liked the idea so I spitted out everything it occurred to me and wanted to share. Thanks for creating this AU for me even if it was kinda all me lol, ily

this is pretty neat!! im glad u liked the concept :) i'm probably still gonna develop my own stuff for my version of the au, but this is all really cool!!!

[majestyrising]

Diary of the Order: Part IV

Part I | Part II | Part III | [x]

The next few entries in Priestess Vito's diary, concerning Most Holy's Vessel and his offspring. Warnings for violence, death, and religious nutcases. Two successes this round, for sale at 200kt/200g via CR. Holds are fine, not first come first serve! Gone, thanks for playin’. Pings: @jollyroger-fr, @fusefr, @hellkite-fr, @kattafr, @archaic-fr, @mask-fr, @deadlanddisciple, @fr-crobbin

13th of the Month of Lightning I have collected myself now, as the Beloved Mother asks of me. I cannot allow weakness, not least within my own soul. I simply cannot allow these aberrations from our path to continue. I must steel myself. Failures a part of our path, perhaps. Infallibility would be a degradation of what She asks of us. We stumble, as is customary. Oh, perhaps I waste my time with this- everything is quiet now. Where I sit now before Her statue with Colt at my side, I understand once again. This path is long and winding and I cannot send to understand Her wishes for us. I only enact them.

18th of the Month of Lightning. Our harvest has increased beyond the apparently shortage I was informed of weeks prior. I made haste to the site beyond and found it overflowing, the smell of nectar and decay clinging to every sheaf of wheat and every farmed beast. This cannot be anything but a sign from Her. She does not frown upon us, She knows our devotion! It is cause for a feast, for celebration. The sun shines like a beacon and we rejoice!

24th of the Month of Lightning. A great many visitors flocked to our streets today, more than I have seen in centuries. We are a small people, of course, so even a small number floods out the faces of my flock- but it has been joyous. My mind has been barred by such terrible thoughts of faithlessness and rejection, of the scandal of those who do not understand our mission upon this world, and of, dare I speak, neglect of Her. But it no longer holds. I am, as always, her servant. Everyone upon this world, in this place, all of them are Hers, I simply shepherd. My mind is on Her Mission for me; among these visitors I see several worthy candidates. I must draw them aside, as the sun dips. I shall bolt the doors to the temple.

30th of the Month of Lightning. One stood out to me. It has been several days, and a woman whom called herself Juliet spoke to me with reverence of my Mission. The Enkindled struck her as she tried to touch the statue of the Beloved Mother, but she simply smiled even as she held her broken bones to her mouth. An outsider who understands- I am blessed again. I told her of what we have endured and begun; motioned the Ouroboros to show their gifts to her. A guarded secret yes, but one must give to understand. Colt has stayed at my side since our last failure. I am loathe to distrust my own flock, but someone has certainly taken faith into their own hands. To think themselves above me and above Her reproach- I am sickened to think of such a traitor. Alas, we are blessed thrice over. Juliet was more than willing without my guidance, and as I write I hold four writhing eggs to my chest. They squirm in my grasp, tendrils of slime pouring forth. I am no seer, but these are strong. I am- I am invigorated.

3rd of the Month of Fire. Two failures, two successes. An even split, as the horizon splits the sun. The failures have been dealt with by the Enkindled- at my command, their misery was ended. They did not cry, but eyes turned to me. I felt, for a moment, a will strike my own. I shiver, even now, as I did then- anticipation. If the weaklings could strike me so, what of the others? Juliet currently sits at my feet with Colt, whom holds a slender hand to my ankle as I write this; I do not know what he thinks. If he expects me to flee or reign fury where it is not needed- I cannot say, but his Holy Veins bite to my skin. A wondrous feeling, but I digress. Two successes. A boy, an Imperial, and a girl, a Skydancer. They appear strong; I watch them playfight with tears in my eyes. Is this it? Has the Beloved Mother given us a sign? Has our devotion been rewarded?

8th of the Month of Fire. The Holy Veins warp and turn like honey and ichor against the skin and muscle, dripping away to reform over the body; a snake twisting and showing off power. There is nothing else like it. These Children of mine- I do not know if they are the ones. But I, perhaps foolishly, will give them a chance.

12th of the Month of Fire. I do not regret. Regret is admittance of failure, straying from Her path. The Children grow rapidly, their bodies swelling and burning- but they are aggressive, far more than Colt. I will admit, privately, that my hopes in turn have turned ever higher in response.

21st of the Month of Fire. The Unkindled have taken the Children under their wing, teaching them how to fight with tooth, claw, and sword- prayers and how to sew, how to skin beasts, they teach them of the Beloved Mother. Not my instructions- they know to do this. I am pleased; something I must share with them. I could not be prouder of my people in this moment, this I know. We are resilience.

22nd of the Month of Fire. They are too young to do as the Unkindled teach, of course. Simple children, the fire and dawn of our bloodlines, the resonance of hope. I pray for them to understand the weight of their blessing, to never take it lightly that the Beloved Mother has chosen them for a higher purpose.

23rd of the Month of Fire. There is a shroud of peace like a miasma in the air, for my skin quivers with fury beneath it. They are gone. Taken from me- a commotion in the square drew my attention for naught but an hour and when I returned they were gone. I am no fool. Juliet assured me they must have wandered off as children do- I confess anger to be a vice, for she breathes no more. My hands at her throat for too long to recover, but it is meaningless now. They were too young to run. The traitor took them- not for paranoia on my end but trust, trust to be my downfall, of all things! I am wrought by grief that I should not- no, I endure regardless of meaning. My children, my Enkindled, limbs of mine that I understand intimately as any of my flock- for one to do this to us? For what? A rejection of Her? Why? Why?