#sad seven au

[baseddump]

"Personality remix AU(UA) Where Killer 7- a sadistic, haughty, and Cocky assassin- becomes a Shy, insecure, and gloomy amnesiac when he awakens with no memories. (*Sad Seven) " Reup from X -

[pennylime]

Doodle dump cuz I haven't drawn much lately 👍

First one is just random sketches

The next three is my world trigger spiderverse au

Then the last one is my demon slayer oc bcuz I've been rewatching with my sibling and were both obsessed rn and were like "we need to make ocs" so here are. I don't have a name for him yet, but he uses a subset of water "ice breathing" so yea

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[gaycrittercentral]

can we get diligent sam being really frustrated at sloth max?? i just like em eheh-

Oh hell yeah they’re fun! :D although I kinda lost sight of the actual prompt bc I wanted to do a phone gag hjhfjkfdnhdkdhd my bad ^^;

Pardon the messy coloring and fucked up perspective on the first one hdjdhjdhd I’m tired, boutta have me a nice lil nap just like lil old Sloth here >:3 see y’all tomorrow with more virtues hopefully teehee, I got a day off and I’m hoping to use it for evil drawing

[doctahchang]

SIMS VOYAGER THRESHOLD AU SAVE ALERT! a small pile of screenshots bc i was going through them and thought they were funny

they celebrated christmas recently. janeway was there in spirit. i think peppa fought father winter for presents (RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER MOTHER'S MEMORIAL???)

i think he is connecting the dots guys

amelia and edward go to drama club bc i thought it would be funny and i was thinking about him working as an actor in the future. one day i received a pop-up that they were having a school play and their family could come. faked a photoshoot for them after that (did they make him play a lizard?? rude!!!)

THE INFAMOUS PEPPA VS AMELIA FIGHT!!! peppa lost her first tooth in it and they both got grounded lol (they interrupted chakotay from levelling up his skill to cook ambrosia for janeway)

new year's!!! tom and b'elanna invited themselves over. i think tom told chakotay something about the fertile properties of some minerals (PLANNING FOR TRIPLETS????), b'elanna screamed at him and he left really quickly. ed turned off the tv just before 12 am while they were watching the countdown.

sleepover with naomi!! every single selfie of theirs clipped strangely lmao

date with your ghost ???. and with her chickens apparently

no comments (yes he is in fury mode. no comments.)

GAME NIGHT!!!! it was the first time janeway met sekaya. she (sekaya) immediately started to flirt with her. i think it is something hereditary you guys

[goodoneguys]

so I just watched tape (2001) and what thE FUCK was that movie??????????

honestly one of the best real time movies I’ve seen in a long time

I loved the yelling

[justachaoticgremlin]

Seven Apple Seeds Drabble

When Hades had first discovered Pais, the new godling who protected The Sacred Tree, he was shocked. Furious, even, that the gods would dare replace him. That is, until he realized he could use this to his advantage. And he did, telling the child stories of the world around, making him wonder what all there was to see. He knew from experience, it was a lonely job. A boring job. Of course Pais would be desperate for new things, new faces. For a while, Hades saw Pais as a tool. A means to an end. That is, until he thought about the fact that… technically, they would be considered brothers, by some standards. 

Hades did his best to ignore this. It didn’t matter how they were related, as long as he got what he wanted. As long as Hades got one of the golden apples, as long as his chains were broken, who cared what happened to the child? Though, Hades caught himself mentally referring to Pais as his little brother. That would not do. Yet, he could not seem to break the habit. This feeling only grew when he learned that the little god couldn’t read. It had been the one thing that had kept him sane when he was the guardian, his one solace, yet Pais was denied even that. This little godling was denied many things, he noticed. 

Hades’s first reaction was pity. He quickly reminded himself that his little brother replacement was but a tool to be used and manipulated, to achieve his goals and get what he wanted. Still, he found himself leaving the godling little gifts, and soon he was even considering teaching the child to read. He had… sympathy for the little one, as he knew just how empty and lonely and downright miserable it could be, sitting there all day. Of course, Pais got visitors much more often than he had, yet he could tell the young god was still lonely.

Hades wondered what would have happened if they’d grown up together. He wondered how it would have been if they’d been the guardians of The Tree at the same time. Would things have been better? Worse? Hades shook those thoughts from his mind. The past was the past, and this was now. His little brother was more rebellious than he’d been at that age. When he was Pais’s age, he was complacent. Content with his books and his endless amounts of time to read them. It seemed the other god’s attempts at keeping Pais from drifting had made him wish to wander even more. 

Over time, Hades developed a certain soft spot for his little brother. He understood Pais’s struggles, and he began to want to help the godling, not just for his own sake, but also for the child’s sake. His gifts, though ever enticing, were picked more for the young one. The curiosity they brought was just a bonus. He tried to keep himself from getting attached, but he had failed, miserably so. However, Pais seemed perhaps even more enticed by this. Not only was this mysterious figure telling him all sorts of stories, they were a friend. This was even more invaluable to the lonely guardian, who only had a few friends whose interactions didn’t feel forced. Hades’s newfound fondness for the child was… useful. The godling was more likely to listen to a friend. An ally. His brother. 

One cold, dark night, Pais was curled in the roots of The Tree. The wind was bitter, the sky a deep black. Rain fell, even here, in heaven, and the poor godling was soaked, with nothing but The Tree’s leaves to shelter him from the storm. He shivered, feeling forgotten by the other gods. The child wondered why no one had come, not even to keep him company through the bitter storm. Thunder raged and lightning flashed. Pais winced, the storm was big and bright and loud and he was small and cold and alone. He reminded himself that he was a god, that he should be fearless. He protected The Sacred Tree, he wasn’t afraid of a little storm! This confidence didn’t last long, though, and soon Pais was curled against the tree, shivering and shaking, from fear and cold. 

The little god tried to shield himself from the rain, tried to block out the sounds of thunder, but he couldn’t. Pais whimpered, wishing he wasn’t alone. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep, though his dreams were dark, filled with danger that he had to stop all on his own. He awoke with a start, soul pounding. It was all too much for the tired little god, and he began to sob, pulling himself into a little ball, going completely forgotten and unnoticed by the other gods. 

It was cold and he was soaked and everything was too loud and it was too dark but also too bright when the lightning flashed and he was so scared and why was he out here alone and- 

Tears flowed from the child’s eyes, though it was hard to tell with how the rain pelted him, relentless and unending. 

Hades was awoken that fateful night by some sort of instinct.

He had this feeling that something was wrong somehow. What, he didn’t know, but it felt important. Hades had a feeling he wasn’t going to be able to sleep if he didn’t solve it, a deep unease settling in his soul. The dark god felt restless, though he didn’t know why. It was incredibly frustrating, yet also worrying. What had happened that was so important? Something was very wrong, he was sure of it, but he couldn’t find the source of this awful feeling. Everything was normal in the underworld. His wraiths were fine. The only thing he could think of was Heaven. 

Had something happened? He didn’t care about most of the gods, but- 

It was Pais. It had to be. Something was wrong with his little brother. As he thought this, the feeling swelled, that instinctual feeling that something wasn’t right. What had happened? Using the shadows and the darkness caused by the storm, he looked upon his brother’s perch, curled against The Tree. He could tell, from here, the child was distressed and almost panicking. His brother was pretty much completely exposed to the storm, and the poor godling looked terrified, shaking and whimpering, eyes squeezed shut. Why had no one come to check on him? Why was Hades the only one to even notice? He knew he had to do something. This was for the dark god’s gain, of course. If Pais was exhausted in the morning, he’d be of no use, and that would be a waste.

It was rather obvious that the dark god was still in denial. 

Either way, Hades stopped watching for a moment. There was something in particular he needed to find. It took a bit of searching, but he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the faded purple and yellow cloth. It was an old blanket, soft with colors faded by time and use. It had been his once, one of very few comforts he had when he was the one curled against The Tree. What made this blanket especially important was what it could do. He had long forgotten which god had given it to him originally, but it could repel the rain. The fabric had gotten him through many a storm, and now it would belong to Pais. Hades hoped this would calm the child as well as the feeling of wrongness in his soul. 

The child in question was still shaking, still afraid, still soaked, still alone. Pais wished he wasn’t all by himself. Thunder boomed overhead, and the little godling sobbed again, flinching at the loud sound. Then, he spotted it. A new gift, a soft… something. He didn’t know what it was called. What he did know was that it looked warm. Shakily, the child stood, walking over to the object. He wrapped it around himself. As he did so, he noticed that it was protecting him from the rain. The blanket was the perfect size, big enough to cover him comfortably but not so big he would trip on it. He headed back to his spot by The Tree, sniffling softly as his tears subsided, grateful for the warmth and comfort the blanket provided.

Hades sighed in relief as Pais settled, falling asleep once more. The uncomfortable feeling in the dark god’s soul faded, and he found he was rather tired now that the restlessness had eased. He checked on his little brother one last time, resolving to eventually teach the little god how to read. He would get what he wanted in due time. For now, though, he could wait.

SAS belongs to @calcium-cat

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @dickley-buddie and @hippolotamus thank you loves!

Here's a little snippet of Eddie's first meeting with Buck and Chim in my fantasy au.

A man swaggers out, clearly from the Adrein Isles, hands on his hips and a cocky grin plastered across his face.

Tentatively, Eddie reaches out, brushing lightly against his mind, trying to get a sense of him and his intentions. He senses nothing but confidence and amusement, underlined by a deep and haunted weariness.

Why would he be sent to retrieve a royal delegation?

As Eddie ponders over this stranger’s importance, another man stumbles out of the doors, tripping over incredibly long legs. “Godsdammit, Chim,” he mutters under his breath which makes the other man chuckle.

The second man is… well, he is beautiful.

Tagging @ajunerose @prettyboybuckley @lostinabuddiehaze @elvensorceress @monsterrae1 @buddierights @swiftiebuckleys @swiftiediaz @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl and anyone else who wants to participate!

[chronicowboy]

seven sentence sunday

tagged by the wonderful amazing showstopping spectacular etc @alyxmastershipper (just finished the first chap of the first son au and ohhhhhhhhhhhhh boy i am IN for it, i cannot wait to be ruined)

"You rescued me," Buck murmurs eventually. It's so unexpected that Eddie has to crack an eye open and tilt his head against the bricks to find Buck's pensive expression.

"What?"

"That day in the cemetery," at least Eddie's not the only one that has that conversation seared into his brain. Sure, maybe for Buck it's because it was the beginning of his relationship with his wife, not because he'd ripped Eddie's heart from his chest and tossed it into an open grave. "You said it was never a good idea to date someone you'd rescued."

"Yeah, I believe I did," Eddie mutters hoarsely, terrified that Buck is about to speak into the open what Eddie hadn't even realised until tonight. "In my best man speech which, by the way, I think I crushed. You're welc—"

"Eddie, you rescued me," Buck tells him, finally meeting his eyes

so close to actually just doing seven sentences today but alas. uhhh there's like an hour left of sunday here and idk who's already been tagged so i think i'm just gonna throw this one out there but yeah!

[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday Monday

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz and @panbuckley 💖💖

I know it's Monday but I just got back home today, and I wrote a lil bit on the plane and figured I'd share it lol

for the death cast buddie au, this is a bit from Buck's pov - and for context, after the snippet I posted here, Eddie calls Buck and this follows:

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On a random night at the beginning of May, at 2am, Buck gets a call that makes him feel like the world is ending. He always expected that call to be Death-Cast, telling him that he's about to die, which he'd accept, not like he has that much to live for anyway - and better him than his family and friends. 

He never even entertained the thought that it might be Eddie. 

He knows it's after 2am, so the window of the calls has ended, no way they'll call him now - but he briefly wonders if they might anyway, because he's pretty sure his heart stopped when he heard Eddie say that it's his End Day. Is it possible to die without getting a call? It's happened before, but they apparently solved those issues a long time ago, at the beginning of Death-Cast. Better question is, is it possible to die because the man who has your entire heart is about to die and take it with him? 

No pressure tags: @silentxxsoul @jamietarts @elvensorceress @mrevanbuckley @honestlydarkprincess @shortsighted-owl @translasso @alyxmastershipper @911onabc

[jacqcrisis]

Chapter 1 of Fallout AU bad ending is out. No one is happy. No one is having a good time. I hope you like it if you read it.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

I started idly listening to War and Peace—mostly out of curiosity because it’s narrated by the same guy who did the first five Lord Peter books and he’s really good, and also because it’s on the Jeeves reading list—with no real intention of continuing, but I got mildly invested in whatever’s going on between Andrei and Pierre so checked to see if there’s fanfic, and the first War and Peace fanfic on AO3 listed by kudos is a high school AU because the world is a beautiful place sometimes

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

I was away from my PC and laptop for a few days and ended up drawing this on my 3ds using the homebrew app ‘colors!’

Version made completely with the ds:

Version I cleaned up a bit on pc:

AU where the MC doesn’t say they’ll do anything in time and dies, but remains as a ghost.

Seven Bloody Nights and the character Phthonus belongs to @sevenbloodynightsvn

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

Challenge: Try not to think about Jadele! Mission: failed

[finnbin]

oh FUCK yeah doodle drop this will be my personality for the next 2-3 business days

Misc More under cut

[muchmossymess]

Guess whos getting back into their botw bullshit

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.