#not my best writing but I’m tired

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Something was terribly wrong with the Justice League. Occasionally, they would go limp, only to stiffen, and then, as if pulled by puppet strings, they would move oddly, doing things they would never do, only to go limp again and then wake with no memories of what had transpired. Watching his coworkers, his friends, acting out some strange unwritten play, awkward and childish in their actions, one thing was clear; something was playing with them. There were moments where the plot would become recognizable, only to veer off suddenly into unknown lands. What struck Bruce more than anything was the types of stories sometimes mimicked by whatever foreghen being controlled them. For the most parts, they were classical in nature, though childish in execution. For instance, Bruce remembered a time watching the footage from the watchtower’s security cameras (and there where many) where he swore he watched as he and Superman, and lord if he didn’t want to forget that, played lead in Pride and Pred. (It reminded him of when Jason used to play Pretend, his beloved literature bleeding into the storylines). Not all of the storylines where like this. Once, it was discovered that they had fought against someone who identified themself, rather loudly, as Gargab, king of the mountain (what mountain was unclear) who looked suspiciously like stuffed animal and whom none of them could remember in the slightest. Occasionally, plot lines would abruptly end, and everyone would wake. Bruce had a horrible, nagging suspicion that this happened when whoever their puppeteer was was called to put away their toys.

There were other, less obvious things as well. When the stories began, the security footage would abruptly drop in quality. Rooms would become significantly colder and the average number of injuries sustained during the average fight (even those they could remember) had dropped drastically. Beyond that, there seemed to be no measurable effects that would indicate a cause for this behavior. Nor was there any way they could determine to wake those under the Puppeteer’s effect. The situation was truly desperate. As such, Bruce had found himself forced to do something which he swore he’d die before he ever did again; he called John Constantine.

“Well Shit,” Constantine said around a cigarette.

Bruce grabbed it and put it out in a swift motion, more on habit from time with Jason than anything truly intentional. Constantine grabbed another out of his jacket, lit it, and found it abruptly on the floor and crushed out with a black boot. They both knew that they could do this on loop indefinitely.

“Look, this ain’t good,” he gestured vaguely, indicating absolutely everything, “Whatever’s go’in on here is way out of my pay grade, ok? I’m not sure how the Hell someone is controlin’ anyone with fuckin death magic without killin’ the whole lot of you first.”

Constantine leaned in, poking Bruce in the chest. he restrained the urge to break the magician’s hand.

“You ain’t dead, right?”

“No”

“Well you can never be too sure. Here’s the thing, I can’t break this,”

Again he gestured at everything, Bruce couldn’t help but disagree with him on that point. Constantine was exceptional at breaking absolutely everything he touched.

“But I can take you to the source.”

“You want us to confront someone who can control us?”

“Look, you said that who’ere’s behind this is a kid, right?”

“Or acting like one”

“Well, just… I don’ know… tell ‘em ta stop or you’ll tell ‘ere Ma or somethin’.” Constantine dropped his voice down to a whisper, “That’s what ya do with kids, right?

“Listen, yer a Dad, right? You know what ta’ do ta’ get kids ta’ stop screwen ‘round with shit.”

No he absolutely didn’t.

Bruce nodded.

“That still doesn’t answer the question of how we interact with someone who can control us.”

“Huh…” Constantine scratched his chin and reached for another cigarette. This one didn’t even make it to his mouth.

“Well, who do yah know who hasn’t been controlled?”

Now there was an idea. Who did they know? The Young Justice was out, as were the majority of Justice League Dark and most of the Bats. This left Agent A, although the thought of disturbing Alfred for anything less than a life or death situation seemed inherently wrong, Oracle, Constantine, who could use the punishment but, if this did turn out to be a child, would likely just worsen the situation (or sell his soul again), and…. Red Hood.

Well, they were desperate.

………………………………………………………………………

Ask him thirty years down the line, Bruce would not be able to tell you how he managed to get Red Hood into the Watchtower. The helmet did a good job concealing his expression, but Bruce was sure Jason wasn’t happy to say the least. Constantine, for his part, looked absolutely put out. Good.

“What the Hell am I doing here?” Red Hood said.

“I’d like to know that too,” Constantine added.

“As you may know,” Superman was, thankfully, in charge of the brief, “there has been a number of… oddities over the past few months. We believe that someone is actively controlling members of the superhero community. So far, the only goal this individual seems to be to play ‘“games”’, using people as dolls. You are some of the only people we have been able to determine that seem unaffected.”

“So if I say I’ve been mindcontroled into playing dress up you’ll let me go?”

“Hn,” Bruce grunted, glaring at his son.

“Alright, alright,” Jason said, “Any idea who’s fault this is?”

“Unfortunately no, we’ve already determined that this isn’t any of the magic users we’ve faced so far. The standout feature, besides the childishness of the actions, is the fact that this seems to be death magic, something we haven’t seen before.”

Red Hood stilled. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Hold up, these spells, what exactly happens?”

“Usually, the individuals will start acting out a kind of play. They’ll usually start speaking like a child would, though there are three distinctive voices as identified by Batman, two of which seem more like an adult.”

“And what kind of stories do they act out?”

Now Bruce cut in.

“Action and/or similar to a classical book.”

“Ah Shit.”

Jason pulled out his phone, calling someone. Bruce noticed that, whoever this was, they where on speed dial.

“Hey Angel,” What? “We fucked up.”

Again, what? Bruce was glad to see he wasn’t the only one to look completely baffled.

“Where are you right now?… Ok, is Ell with you? Does she have her dolls?”

Bruce did not like where this was going.

“I need you to grab one of them… Any of the main three… Uhhh, try Supes, she’ll probably give up that one.”

Superman whispered, “Should I feel insulted?”

“Probably,” Wonderwoman responded

“Alright, so I need you to making the doll do something.”

Suddenly, Superman went limp, only to spring back up and do a complete backflip.

“Well, Sh… crap. Huston, we’ve got an issue… Well it looks like the JL’s hooked up to JLT. Any clue how that happened? Uh huh… ok… ummm…”

Jason looked up.

“So a while back Angel was tryin’ to figure out how to keep his daughter El busy, so he decided to make her some dolls. Well, marionettes really. She’s big on heroes, so he patterned ‘em off of the JL. He got really into it; ended up going a bit overboard, and to make sure they lasted, he charmed ‘em. Problem was, he wanted to make sure they had ‘“personality”’. Not sure exactly how, but somehow… he turned them into Voodoo dolls without noticing.”

Something in Bruce slumped. This was his life. That said, it was deeply concerning that some unknown magic user had managed to so thoroughly manipulate almost the entire hero community on accident.

“Well,” Constantine said, “that’s that, I guess. Guess I’ll head out then.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Jason grabbed his shoulder, “we still have to get the dolls back so that Angel can disenchant them, and I am NOT gonna try and take ‘em back from a self multiplying, invisible, and intangible six year old myself.

Though… I bet we could get a few of her least favorites pretty quickly. Send those in to get the others. Hope she doesn’t realize she can use the remaining dolls against you.”

“Do it.” Bruce said.

“Hey,” Jason said. He sounded far too thrilled about this, “you’re funeral.

…Angel, so here’s the plan…”

The Princess' Dolls

After Danny has ascended to the throne of the ghost king, something goes wrong with his clone Ellie. Her form destabilizes again, and when they stabilize her, she's physically only five or six years old.

Danny takes to watching her, but looking after a half ghost child is a lot harder than it looks, especially when Ellie learns duplication but can't seem to figure out how to undo it for hours on end, and each clone gets bored really fast. To counter this, Danny makes Ellie a set of dolls, all modeled after the Justice League and various related figures. He even uses a special enchantment he learned to make sure the dolls stay intact no matter what Ellie puts them through.

Ellie loves the dolls and she and her clones have a tendency to put together large productions using them, ranging from superhero fights to sitcom stories to fairy tales to a few 'things' Ellie remembered reading online before she was de aged.

Meanwhile, almost every single Justice League member has been noticing some oddities as of late. They can hear voices from no where, they feel like something is touching them when there is nothing, their muscles sometimes spasm without cause. And, on occasion, they find themselves sleepwalking as they dream of a giant telling a story.

No one brings this to the attention of the other members until several members get knocked out on a mission, only for their unconscious forms to start acting out a play.

(Or Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo dolls and a young Ellie keeps playing with them)

[stealingyourbones]

Never will I stop with the steadfast notion that folks in the DPXDC fandom should interact with at least some form of canon DC media.

There are comics, tv shows, radio dramas both old and new, podcasts, movies, magazines, so much shit that intentionally avoiding the media is simply preventing yourself from spawning new ideas and gaining a new appreciation for a fandom that you’re already in.

The Superman Radio Show has episodes 11 minutes long. A lot of the TV shows don’t have episodes that surpass 30 minutes and most are nearly fully clipped on the official DC YouTube channel. The amount of fan made motion comics is astounding. The amount of fanmade animations is equally as incredible.

[dansemacabre]

i’ve been thinking about “sixer, it would eat you alive” since i read it and. man. every layer you peel back makes it worse. im not a bill apologist but. shit

if you (1) take it at face value, it paints bill as an apologetic murderer in his single (and maybe sole) open moment of regret. he doesn’t let his walls down often- only with ford do we even get to see the remnant of his galaxy, see the “actual remorse” ford describes, get just a hint of his origins. but he does it, because he thinks ford should know.

if you (2) take it from ford’s point of view, as something he committed to journal three, like. wow. imagine being so committed to a being that you’d hunt down and kill the monster that destroyed his home, only to (assumably) figure out later that that being was the monster. the small moments of trust, the “good times”, are so key to manipulation. how long did ford hold onto that one shred of vulnerability? no wonder ford stayed for as long as he did. in his eyes, bill was a survivor. ford wanted to survive too.

(slight tw below for unreality- any time i mention our reality, i mean “our reality” as a narrative device used in the book of bill as a proxy for the idea of bill being in our reality, since he can’t actually be in our reality. all of this is a fictional theory about a show/book with fictional contents!)

but if you (3) remember that “even his lies are lies” and absolutely Nothing bill says should be trusted. Whoo boy. if i read tbob right the book itself is being created in the theraprism (even tho it shows up with the ciphertologists at some point? idk that’s a whole other post). it’s meant to show what the reader wants to see; it manifests in our reality as what the collective fandom wants to see. so if we want to see truth, if we want to see where bill ended up and who he actually is, there’s a non-zero chance that the whole interaction was a complete fabrication.

imagine bill, stuck in the actively harmful, probably earth-illegal theraprism, once again being forced to be “fixed” and molded into something more palatable, being forced to conform no matter how much it hurts. (i know natural uncontrollable mutation ≠ just so much murder and destruction and chaos, but. you can’t ignore the similarities. bill has obviously been thinking about those silly straws.)

he looks back on everything that went wrong, back on his relationship with ford, back through every dimension where he wins. would that one moment, that one truth amid centuries of lies, have saved him from purgatory? if he had just been open? shown his damage? maybe he did think of his parents, or his henchmaniacs (especially the oracle). people who he might have once opened up to. maybe he just wanted to open up to someone again.

so in his own weird way, stuck in a cell, he reshaped reality again. in this reality, for this fleeting moment, he had been someone worth believing. and ford had listened, hell, ford had wanted to help. looking back, knowing how he treated ford, knowing how ford ended up because of it, maybe bill would have said the most honest thing he’d ever told ford: i am the monster, i am not worth your time or belief, and i will eat you alive.

[inthehouseoffinwe]

Finarfin Fades.

No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.

He’s so tired.

He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.

His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.

Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.

So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.

He sits. He waits.

And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.

…at least he’s smiling again.

[marika-misc]

Hail Mary, full of grace

Your veil is made of stars.

[busiest-bee]

I drew him being miserable (bcuz he’s a wet cat of a man) but felt bad. Gave him lollipop.

[faux-ecrivain]

What kinda yan would utterly adore a werewolf reader

(Good question and Thank you for the request/ask Anon number 7)

(Twentieth Official Post)

————————————————————When the sun sets and the full moon rises your body begins to experience changes, changes that cause your Yandere to experience a potentially interesting reaction..

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Yan Crossdresser; would have mixed feelings, because he loves brushing your fur when you turn, but you make such a mess, you’re always shedding hair and sometimes you destroy furniture. Which really irritates him, because he may be well-off but his money isn’t endless. Usually when you starts misbehaving (ie destroying furniture, waking up the neighbors, digging up yards and etc) he punishes you with the dog house. That’s right, he’ll put you in a large doghouse and keep you in there until you’ve learned your lesson. So, usually when you turn he has a leash and collar close by (at all times).

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Yan Neko; absolutely hates it when you turn, mostly because you’re a large dog and you bark at him whenever you turn. But, also because you chase him around and start fights with him. He also hates dogs, like any dogs. Usually when you turn he starts hissing at you and growling, he’ll even snarl at you and if you don’t get away from him (and stay far away) then the claws will come out, and he’ll attack you. Which happens very time you turn and usually ends up with the two of you in a whole lot of pain..

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Yan Idol; before he’s abducted you;wouldn’t have any strong feelings toward this revelation, but he will try to take care of you and prevent your secret from getting out| After he’s abducted you; he would hold it over your head and insist that by keeping you imprisoned in his home, he’s keeping you and everyone else safe. And when you’ve turned he usually has you chained up and muzzled, this is because whenever you transform you have a habit of trying to attack him, and since he has no desire to be mauled, he’ll try to stay as far as possible. Of course, he’ll still take care of you, but he’s not going near you (no matter how much he wants to cuddle you large furry body!) Does he adore it? Yes, he does, but he hates punishing you.

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Yan Baby-sitter; He’s be in even more awe of you. Not only do you have some sort of supernatural ability to save him from demons, but you’re an actual supernatural being! He’d pamper you, if you’re hungry when you’ve transform he’ll hunt you the best meals (which you gleefully devour)! If you’re tired then he’ll fluff your pillows and cover you in the largest, comfiest  blanket he can find (he’ll swaddle you in a blanket and wrap it around you so tight, that you won’t be able to slash at him). If you’re in a playful mood, he’ll play whatever game you want (even chase, which usually means he gets chased by you because he keeps hugging you, but eh to him it’s the same thing)! So, I would say that Yan Baby-sitter would be the most likely to adore you!

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Yan Cheater; He’ll use it to bribe you, although it doesn’t work very well (because in his world werewolves aren’t real), but it won’t stop him. Plus, when you do transform he goes out of his way to incapacitate you (usually with a form of food or pets!) and take care of you. He tries to show you that he can take care of you and that you should get back with him, because he really does love you (no he doesn’t). He tries his best to be kind to you, but your disobedience and animalistic behavior does irritate him and often causes him to punish you (typically by feeding you flavorless dog food, locking you up in a dog cage and by taking away your toys.). Does he adore your werewolfness? He thinks it’s cute, but views it as a bit of a nuisance (this is because you like to try and bite him when he comes near you).

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Yan Reader; His favorite author is a werewolf? And he’s the only that knows? Wow! That must mean you trust him, right?! He finds your werewolf form super cute! How does he know about it? Well, he installed cameras in your house some time ago, so he can see everything that happens in your home. Anyways, he desperately wishes to be beside you and to support you throughout your temporary change, but he doesn’t want to scare you, so he sends gifts that he hopes will help you out during your transformation. Does he adore it? Yes, he does.

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Yan Roommate; thinks that your werewolf instincts might explain your overprotective behavior and since He wants to show you his gratitude, he takes care of you during you time as a werewolf. He brushes your fur, feeds you fulfilling meals and makes sure that no one outside your apartment takes notice of your strange behavior or the howls you release when you’re hungry. Does he adore it? Somewhat, he thinks your fur is soft and he loves brushing through it (it’s calming to him). He wonders if your kids know..

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Yan Neighbor; Well, when he had you he found your werewolfen tendencies to be a nuisance as you’re a very destructive dog. He contemplates locking you away for the duration of your transformation, but knows that doing so would be counterproductive. Which causes him to tolerate your change and take care of you during it. Does he adore it? No, not really, he isn’t a big fan of dogs and only takes care of you for your approval.

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Yan Emperor; He thinks it’s adorable and he holds it over your add, he knows that the nobles would further disapprove of your affliction and he knows you’ll do anything to keep it a secret. So, whenever you’re on the verge of transforming he’ll invite you over and will watch as you struggle to prevent your transformation. Of course, since he doesn’t want anyone to know about your curse, he’ll lend you a room to stay in and will make an excuse for whatever noble dares to inquire about you. Then when you do transform he’ll go to your room (after you’ve calmed down that is) and begin to drown you in affection. He’ll make you very uncomfortable, because even in your wolf form he’s always touching you (usually he’s petting your ears, rubbing your belly or brushing your fur). Not to mention, your pretty sure he has a strange attachment to your wolf form (mostly because he views it as a sign of strength and it means you’ll be able to defend him and any children you might have. Even though he’s perfectly capable of doing that). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he likes big animals and has many paintings with you sitting by his side in your wolf form. He even gifted you a diamond studded leash (one that’s your favorite color of course) and a matching leash (yes, he walks you around the grounds with that leash and if anyone asks, he says it’s his pet wolf).

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Yan Duke (a character not yet written); He adores most animals and already admires you because you’re a General, and have won many wars. But, to learn that you’ve been undergoing such an affliction whilst maintaining your pride ,and ignoring all the ignorant remarks from other nobles, well he thinks you’re an amazing person. His admiration for you is upped by ten and he enjoys running his hands through fur. One of his favorite pastimes would be brushing your fur, he’s gentle, of course, and often spoils you with snout kisses. He has a whole room dedicated for you to use when you transform, it’s a cushy room with all the necessities your little doggy heart could ever want. Does he adore it? Yep, he loves it and often has you sleep on his bed when you transform.

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1950s Househusband (yes, it he is a yan); He was surprised, his cute next door neighbor is a werewolf? He didn’t expect that, but he doesn’t mind. He’a actually quite happy to learn such a secret about you, he’s even more gleeful to learn that your trust him enough with this information. When you do transform, he goes out of his way to take care of you. He’ll pat your head, rub your belly, brush your fur and fed you gourmet meals. Although, he does get a bit upset when you jump on the furniture and shed your fur. He even scolds you, although he doesn’t mean anything when he says it. Does he adore it? Not initially, he was a bit turned off by it (he’s not a big fan of furry animals that shed), but he grew to appreciate that quirky trait or yours. Now he has no qualms about coming over and helping you through the whole process, although he has to work extra hard to keep his spouse from finding out about it.

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Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; He wants nothing to do with you, sure he says he loves you, but he won’t be there if you need him during the transformation. However, if you do transform in front of him and you won’t let him leave (for whatever reason, maybe you’re extra possessive in wolf form or maybe you’re scared he’ll reveal your secret), and he has no choice but to take care of you, then he’ll do it. Reluctantly he’ll take care of you, but only because there’s a chance you can bite his hand off and he doesn’t want that. However, when you’re back to normal, he’ll go back to trying  to get revenge on you. (He won’t use your wolf form against you, because no one’s going to believe him.) Foes he adore it? Not really, he doesn’t care for you and only bothers you because he has control issues.

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Yan Darling; He thinks it’s a cute bonus, he likes to braid your fur and put you in cute dog clothes. When you transform he won’t let anything make you uncomfortable and will only give you the best. After all, you’re his savior and he wants you to know how much he appreciates everything you do. He’ll have you sleep in his bed and he’ll take you on walks. Of course, he pouts when you turn back to normal, mostly because he doesn’t get to dote on you anymore (human you doesn’t like any extra attention). Does he adore it? Absolutely, he loves it and if he had his way, he’d keep you like that for a longer amount of time!

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As for a Yan made specifically for a werewolf reader, well it would have to be a Yan that’s into a werewolf reader. It’d have to be a Yan that’s into the supernatural and would absolutely utterly adore having a werewolf lover. Especially if you spent all your transformation with him and every other wolf related moment with him. A Yan that’s into the supernatural would probably go out of their way to please a werewolf reader. The Yan would probably gift you collars, dog toys, Gourmet food and everything a little (large) wolf dog would enjoy!

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Bonus; What the Yans would call werewolf reader;

Yan Crossdresser; would call you my adorable furry little/giant baby and give you ear scratches

Yan Neko; would snarl and call you a filthy disgusting pathetic little mutt then start a fight with you 

Yan Idol; would call you my cute little wolf, but wouldn’t go near you

Yan Baby-sitter; My wonderful/adorable furbaby and would attempt to hug you only for you to growl at him

Yan Cheater; calls you a bad dog when you misbehave and calls you a good dog when you behave

Yan Reader; would never be able to call you anything, but if he could then he’d call you my cute fuzzy friend

Yan Roommate; would call you my big fuzzy baby (even though you aren’t one)

Yan Neighbor; would call you a nuisance dog and lament about the fur your shedding

Yan Emperor; would call you my cute little mutt and my adorable little angel, my strong little furbaby and would just generally call you a good wolf

Yan Duke; would probably call you a good doggo, would also call you my favorite little buddy and my cute cuddly little mutt

1950s Househusband; would also call you a good dog when you behave and a bad dog when you misbehave, but would also call you the cutest wolf in existence 

Yan fickle ex-boyfriend; would simply call you a mutt and get mad at you because you tore up his favorite pillow

Yan Darling; would call you his biggest baby and would call you a furbaby, if he’s mad he’ll call you a bad wolf and lecture you about being on your best behavior

Yan Fan of the Supernatural; would call you the cutest wolf ever and would try to domesticate you every time they saw you

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(Yes, the Yans are intent on domesticating you and yes they do have a dog bowl with your name on it.)

(I hope this fit your request and I apologize if it wasn’t very well written.)

(Hope you enjoyed this, it took me like 3-4 hours to write and I’m kind of proud of it.)

(Anthony wasn’t here and Samuel wasn’t here because they aren’t technically yanderes.)

[vacantgodling]

✨preferences should not be standards for writing advice✨

[driedbloodondeadflies]

i’m gonna come out and say it: i don’t find alana bloom annoying and the number of people saying that is misogynistic

[possiblyfunny]

Hello again, fellas. (And to whoever is actually interested in looking at my weird little AU-) Sanctuary has been on my mind lately and uhhh, I’d like to introduce you to some new characters!

Meet the Eventide Duo: REI and KAI!

I, like with Aster and Del, have never drawn them before, and because I honestly didn’t have it in me to do two full-body drawings with color and everything, doodling them was the next best thing. I’ve been thinking about these two a lot and just really wanted to get them down as a start. Soooo—this is their first pass and things are subject to change! (Please excuse the messiness-)

Rei (the Red) and Kai (the Blue) come from—okay this is kinda funny now that I’m writing it out—their AU was inspired by an FNF fan song that I heard awhile back. It was something like “Frostbite but Blue.” The person who made the song (I don’t remember their name off the top of my head) said they were going to post the lore, but as far as I know they never did, so my brain kinda took the concept and ran with it—making it into my own story. (Sorry to whoever that was-)

Rei is the fledgling god of the Sun and the Second Coming of Arceus. He ascended to godhood after his untimely death, returning to earth to protect the one he loves. Rei may look like a massive grump, but in reality, he's a ray of sunshine and one of the most warm-hearted and protective people you'll ever meet. Kai is still a Pokémon Trainer, but he’s also Rei's singular devotee. He's honestly pretty quiet for a Blue, if not a bit high-strung, but he's loyal and sweet, even if he has a bit of a hard time showing it.

The both of them worked together to survive the violent floods and rainfall that devastated their original home, and now live a quiet life together in Sanctuary, going on little adventures here and there to try and reclaim the life they lost bit by bit.

(Okay, time to tag my one fan. @100nebulas , I think you said you wanted more Sanctuary content in general that one time, so I guess you’re gonna be eternally tagged in these lmao. Hope you enjoy :])

[justiceforfoxface]

if you people will not request, I suppose I will just create

anyways here’s my idea: coriolanus snow x model reader

warnings: literally none. sfw. no use of y/n. female reader. let me know if you want this with gn reader or male reader. academy coriolanus.

enjoy :)

Most people your age would be heading to school about now, but not you. You were heading to Mrs. Cameron’s office, your boss who made sure your face got slapped on every advertisement. Didn’t matter what it was for. You’d been in posters and ads for foods, for clothing, once for the Games itself. As long as people saw your face, Mrs. Cameron got money, and if Mrs. Cameron got money, so did you.

You sit in the waiting room, an empty marble room that’s honestly intimidating even after going there for years. Then, Janet looks up from her spot at the counter. She’s Mrs. Cameron’s secretary, a fairly nice young woman whom you don’t often engage with.

“You can go home,” Janet says, not unkindly, but certainly not kindly. “Mrs. Cameron’s not here right now. She’s fallen ill.”

“Oh,” you say awkwardly. You’d never been turned away before. Even though Mrs. Cameron was the boss of most of the models in the Capitol, she always had time for you. “Well, send her wishes of a fast recovery.”

Janet nods, and you make your exit. As you step out the doors, you’re hit with a blast of cold air. You got up at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast and walk here, and you didn’t realize exactly how freezing it was. You were also caught right in the middle of what was practically a stampede of students heading to the Academy. The red uniforms flooded the small side street, like blood slowly spreading over a white snowflake.

As you make your way through the crowd, with lots of hurried saying of “Excuse me” and “Sorry,” you pause to see someone looking at you.

One of the students. He’s blonde, and he has very noticeable blue eyes. He says something, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to you.

“You’re the girl from all those advertisements.”

“I-I am,” you reply, nodding. The student nods to the doors of the modeling agency you just walked out of. “Do you work there?”

“Yes.” “Are there…lots of clothes there?”

You’re slightly confused at these questions. You got a lot of weird questions when people found out you were a model, but no one ever asked if you had lots of clothes at your modeling agency.

“Yes, I guess so,” you hesitantly respond. Does he want to break in and steal them? “Why?”

He turns red and says, “It’s…well, my cousin-Tigris-her birthday is coming up, and she likes, well, fashion, so I thought I’d get her something nice, but….”

“Oh!” Well, that’s a lot nicer than breaking into a modeling agency and stealing all their clothes.

“I…work for Mrs. Cameron, you know. She leads most of the models in the Capitol.” You don’t know why you’re telling this to a stranger. “She normally doesn’t like us taking the dresses home, but she’s out sick, so…”

You don’t know why you’re offering this to a stranger. You’ve never broken a rule of Mrs. Cameron’s before. And here you are, willing to break her biggest one for a stranger who-for all you know-might not even have a cousin with a birthday coming up.

His eyes light up. “Could you get something? Maybe something nice. She likes pink.”

And then you remember it. The satin pink dress with the bow in the back that was rejected for you because Mrs. Cameron said it didn’t match your eyes. But it was comfortable, and beautiful, and perfect for a birthday gift. “I know exactly what to get,” you say. “I can probably get it to you this time tomorrow.”

He nods, and then says, “Coriolanus Snow,” and then walks away.

It takes you a few minutes to realize that was his name.

[shrimpleasthat77]

Hey shrimpers I’m back with another little drabble!!! I tried my best to apply the advice I got on my last one but I can’t guarantee that it’s actually good. I’m very inexperienced with writing this sort of stuff, and with that being said 🚨🚨THIS DRABBLE IS 18+!!!!🚨🚨 and every action between these two is consensual (stating this because my beta readers thought the opposite) Kabuto wants to be there he is just. He’s just Kabuto. 👍👍

Sometimes, the line was crossed between “Master” and “Right Hand”. Other times, there’s reason to believe that the line never existed in the first place.

If Kabuto had to make an educated guess, most Right Hands were not given the leniency of a snarky back-and-forth conversation, most were not indulged in their baseless threats, and most were indeed not brought to their Master’s bed.

It was an…escalation, to say the least.

Kabuto sat at the end of the bed, kneeling before a very naked Orochimaru. He was similarly bare, just less openly so. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen the older man like this; quite the opposite. Every time he finds himself in this situation, the bespectacled man can’t help but become completely overwhelmed. Orochimaru was indeed something incomprehensible, an almost otherworldly experience. The pale body before him was youthful yet aging, with unmarred thighs and some sagging skin in particular places. Some spots were where rot was creeping in, indicating when his lord’s container was nearing its expiration. There was a sick and twisted part of Kabuto’s brain that did not mind this at all.

“I did not bring you in here to ogle, Kabuto.” The older man said, proposing himself up on his elbow. “Are you all of a sudden scared?”

“Horrified, sir. I have no idea what I’m looking at half the time.” Kabuto stated plainly, not attempting to move closer.

A scowl was cast on the serpentine man’s face. “Do you ever tire of being a pain?”

“I’d argue that you’re more of a pain than I am-“

The silver-haired man was suddenly cut off with one swift movement, pulled by his arms towards Orochimaru. This is how it usually started between the two: a fast and heated escalation. While skilled in many other departments, Kabuto was not as knowledgeable in these situations.

Anything Orochimaru touched became corrupted, and Kabuto was no exception. Never in his life would he even fathom doing anything he was guided into executing. It starts as a vicious fight between their mouths, with the younger man quickly losing. It was honestly foolish to try to dominate a man with a 20-foot-long tongue, but no rational actions were ever taken in these situations. He was quickly flipped over onto his back, pressed between the mattress and Orochimaru. Usually, he’d find this kind of contact comforting, but now it was with a more intense intention. Kabuto’s hands found their way to the older man’s posterior, clutching it tightly. It was the only thing he could think of doing, with no room left to gain the upper hand. This would usually last however long the serpentine man would like it to, removing his tongue at leisure.

Kabuto was left sputtering and gasping. His esophagus filled with nothing, but another person’s tongue tended to leave him winded. He barely had time to register that said person was leaning over him with a mocking look on his face.

“You, indeed, are just all talk, Kabuto. Just look at yourself.” Orochimaru sneered, removing the hands that were digging into his skin.

“Yeah…I tend to think that about-” he gasped, “-you when you say that you’re finally going to do things yourself.”

The pale one took the bait as intended, pushing Kabuto’s wrists down. “How about I show you what happens when I do take matters into my own hands?”

“Honestly, sir, I’d like to see what that entails.”

(I do not have the ability to go beyond poor foreplay so here’s an image summarizing what happens)

[simgerale]

me after attempting to get back into sims and realizing i had a lot more to do than play the game

[saturnvs]

today i laid on my back on top of a horse and looked at the clouds, life is good and beautiful

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

heartbreaker

(@nosebleedclub november prompt, day one)

(I’ve never tried my hand at one of these but here we go fellas. Pray for me 😭)

He knows what a broken heart looks like. Or his version of it, at least. It’s not about the curling up and crying or wishing for someone to come back. It’s the standing there, empty-handed with cold bones, the weight of what you did resting heavy on your soul. It’s watching the broken-hearted at his feet like the serial killer staring at their victim’s corpse. Except serial killers don’t necessarily always feel that same weight. To some, it’s nothing.

To him, it’s everything.

And yet he can’t stop doing it. Is it intentional? Is it an accident? Is he a monster? Is he human? Is he a thread of mistakes or a steel forged on malicious intent? It can’t be both, it just… can’t. You cannot be both the corpse and the killer, the predator and the prey, the heartbreaker and the heartbroken.

It’s not even a matter of guilt anymore, is it? That’s inevitable, never ending, already accepted. No, no, it’s a new question, unfamiliar and coiling with no end in sight, no answer.

What is he?

[cream-and-tea]

the book! the myth! the legend! yes it’s LMD again!! if you think you’re getting anything else on this blog ever i am so very sorry!

you can find the actual intro with a summary and everything here but i’ve been wanting to redo my old silly powerpoint-intro for a WHILE now. mostly bc the story has just grown So Much since then and i’ve got some new followers + ppl on the taglist so i thought it would be good to give What The Fuck I’m Talking About a liiiiiitle bit of context. enjoy!

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