#shameless shipping

[maskedmayhem14]

Not me working on things other than the thing I’m supposed to be working on

Have Nether Moon Nightmare with his number 1 wing man

[phaedra-mero]

Eager welcome home~

Practicing with gpose and such... I've been having fun learning some other crime tools. Spicy beneath the read more, nothing super graphic though.

I do have a somewhat more nsft bluesky account which is: phaedra-mero.bsky.social, where you're more than welcome to follow, should you wish to.

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Here, have an excuse to talk about your dream Liscoe wedding >:3c

Oh gosh :3

Well, anything would be an improvement over what we've got, but I think they'd have to go with something fairly small and intimate because a) Roscoe would probably feel like a trapped animal at an event like this in front of a large crowd, and b) they don't really know a ton of people in their civilian lives anyway…they wouldn't be inviting any of Lisa's family except Len, and it seems unlikely they'd invite any of Roscoe's either. So it's just be Len + friends/chosen family, although I kind of love the idea of Lisa inviting some of her ice show former co-workers who (somehow) have no idea they're criminals.

As for the venue, it'd be someplace small and extremely classy. If they lived in Europe it'd be at some old castle or manor home, but the American Midwest is short on those, so I guess it'd be an old stately house or mansion which can be booked for such events. Roscoe had a secret wish to have a civil ceremony with just the two of them and an officiant at the Wiggins toy factory he used to visit every day and once lived behind, but knew better than to suggest it. He likes attention and loves showing off, but it's context-dependent and I'm not kidding about the trapped animal thing. It's probably a form of stage fright.

Len does double duty to walk Lisa down the aisle and serve as best man; the latter role is in deference to his role in the couple's lives and not because he and Roscoe are close, and naturally Len's going to be cranky about it. Unfortunately Roscoe's not close to any guys, so when Lisa suggested her brother for the job he just acquiesced.

Len gets roaring drunk at the reception because he'd have to in order to survive the day, but it's fully expected and the other Rogues end up running interference to keep him from making too much of a scene.

Fortunately the other Rogues have the sense not to steal anything remotely associated with the wedding (that includes the venue), because Lisa would murder them and they know it.

The end result is kind of messy, but that's what the Rogues excel at and the happy couple will probably be satisfied with how things turned out…nobody died and nobody got arrested, so it's all good :>

(An AU: somehow the bride and groom get arrested, but nobody else does.)

[ghost-reanimated]

Twevels above, every time I see this man I just want to *cup his face* and just give him all the love much to his dismay lol.

I think so much about my Wol and PDA that she would give him, a small comic under the read more if you so desire to indulge me in my shipping.

She would bug him so much at work, it not even funny, and embarrass him in front of all his friends and co-workers.

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That Sephiroth is a normal dude that becomes a librarian AU is actually perfect for meeting Genesis later on lol.

...I have too many feelings about this lmao

Sephiroth is too content and distracted in life to notice when people are attracted to him. His only real aims are pleasing his parents and tending to his lovely collection of rare texts and research materials.

He's even considering writing a book himself someday! An encyclopedia of various constellations, or maybe even his own science fiction adventure.

His sexuality was an unexplored mystery to him, as was his acquaintance with love in general...until him.

Sephiroth is perusing the columns of the library's lower chamber when he spots the smug-faced auburn-haired man strolling casually about, a confident swagger in every step as he makes his way directly towards the poetry section.

At first, Sephiroth is unperturbed, noticing only when the same man keeps returning day after day, week after week. Most of the time, he comes alone. Sometimes with a dark-haired man his own age. Sometimes just to lounge around in the comfortable sofas on the upper level, always smirking and flipping through the pages as if savoring a fancy meal.

He always checks out the same book--some old pretentious text that Sephiroth finds less than digestible. Loveless. Sephiroth privately wonders why the man doesn't just go out and buy his own copy, always glancing over at him from across the stack of texts on his desk, silently annoyed, silently confused.

The man seems insufferably arrogant, swaying and strutting about as if he were a walking god among them, glancing knowingly over at Sephiroth from the corner of his eye, lips curling, almost taunting.

Sephiroth is not a violent man, and has always considered himself rather subdued and introverted. This is the first time he ever considers randomly strangling another human being.

It isn't until nearly a year has passed that they finally, finally speak to each other. Sephiroth is innocently cleaning up his desk when the redhead strides over and slams a hand down on the table in a way that echoes across the entire library. Sephiroth nearly jumps out of his skin, startled, perplexed and a little infuriated.

"Hey," the man purrs, leaning challengingly forward. "Let's get out of here."

"We close at four," Sephiroth murmurs shakily, leaning back, unexpectedly alarmed as the heat rushes down his neck and spine, his face flushing.

"So I'll wait."

"I'm busy."

"I'll wait."

"M-Mother's expecting me."

A snort of amusement. "You still live with your mom?"

"Erm...no." Sephiroth squirms. "But I often visit after..." He trails off, caught in the glinting glare of the man's piercing that dangles in the light, the smooth expanse of alabaster skin, all lithe, lean limbs and firm muscle. He feels momentarily sick, dizzy, his once composed and controlled tongue spiraling, the words strained and stupid. "...I'm busy," he finishes lamely.

The man just stares at him, smirks.

Sephiroth squirms again.

"See you at four."

As the man strolls confidently away, Sephiroth is left to goggle dazedly after him, feeling suddenly lost in the dull and dusty air around him, cursing himself, feeling decidedly disoriented, disgusted.

And intrigued.

He curses himself again, tries to rub the redness from his skin, swats at the stack of books in frustration, pulls at his hair and panics.

And meets Genesis outside at 3:30.

They are terrible, terrible creatures together forever after.

[biginkyboyo13]

She's so much stronger than he expected! Granted, I don't think Wally is exceptionally heavy, but still. Could she lift someone like Barnaby or Poppy? Who knows! Janey is full of surprises!

[grimweaver]

"Morning in Falkreath" Experimenting with the transparent effect. Seems to work... a little.

Also getting ahead of where I left off... but not TOO far ahead. Agh. I need to get back to writing this stuff. So many things I want to do, so little time... or maybe so much difficulty prying myself away from new addictions lol. Really, this is just a way of scratching the artistic itch after the old tablet decided not to work with the new PC because the driver is no longer available.

[phineasstrawberry]

Horace x Pandemodium!?

Horace x Pandemodium. My crack pairing for The Problem Solverz. I wanted to pair Horace with one of the main characters from the original, but which one? Well, I didn't want to pair him with any non humans (even though humans don't exist in my AU, I want to play it safe!) and I didn't want to pair him with Dewey nor T Bubbles because they are similar to canonical characters who Horace didn't seem to get along with. So I decided to use Pandemodium. I imagine the two have a rivalry that turns more friendly overtime.

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Oh my goodness, these are an absolute delight! So sweetly cute and I love their little blushes :D

Hehehe 🥸

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Fictober 2024

Prompt number #25 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: M – Mature Warnings: Supernatural elements and harmful magic Notes: Roscoe really does make a sound when he spins, or at least he does sometimes.

Day Twenty-Five: “It consumes me”

There were always unforeseen consequences of the various Crises and world-threatening disasters, and Lisa was now experiencing some of it first-hand.  She stood at the centre of town with tears streaming down her face as Roscoe spun in place in front of her, seemingly lost in a trance.

“Barcha tootoon malas kor… barcha tootoon malas kor… barcha tootoon malas kor…” he repeated continuously, glowing eyes staring straight ahead as he spun.

“Please, baby, you’ve got to stop,” she pleaded.  “Just stop and we’ll get through whatever this is together.”

There was no acknowledgment or response from him, and he continued chanting and spinning.  She was about to call her brother for help when he and Mick appeared unexpectedly, both staring at their enthralled teammate with concern.

“Lisa!” Len exclaimed, hugging her tightly because of her obvious distress.  “I heard him from a couple of miles away -- what the hell is going on?”

“He’s making a weird humming noise as he spins,” Mick added, staring at him uneasily.  “What’s he saying?”

“I don’t know!  He started doing this an hour ago and I don’t know why,” she sobbed, breaking down, and Len did his best to comfort her.

“He’s always been kooky, but this is bizarre even for him,” he noted dispassionately, analyzing the situation as carefully as he did any other.  “It’s probably not safe to be around him, so we should get you away from here.”

“No!  I’m not leaving!” she raged, her sudden anger surprising even Len.  “He’d never leave me.”

It was then that the Flash came skidding to a stop next to them, looking at the spinning man with dismay.  “Great, another one, and in my own backyard.  This is happening all over the globe.”

“What is this?” Len demanded, defensively stepping between his sister and the speedster.

“I don’t really understand it myself, but something’s caused ghosts everywhere to go haywire, and they’re all saying that weird line.  Most of our magic users are trying to find a solution, but they’re having no luck so far,” Wally said tiredly, pausing to catch his breath.  “Deadman’s possessing people left, right, and centre and leaving them all unconscious, and the situation with the Spectre is…bad.  I don’t have time to deal with the Top, so he’s your responsibility.” 

“What do we do?” Lisa asked briskly, her tears drying now that she had a mission.  A plan of action sounded much better than worrying and reacting passively.

Wally shrugged.  “Beats me.  Try to keep him contained and from hurting anyone if you can.”

In an instant, he was gone.

“So much for the heroes,” Mick sighed, and Len pinched his nose in frustration.  The others were counting on him to come up with a plan, no matter how much he wanted to abandon one of the people he liked least in the world.

“We’ll keep civilians away from him and try to stop him if he starts travelling, I guess.  Don’t think there’s much we can do if he does start going places though, as he doesn’t even seem to know we’re here.  I wouldn’t count on him to recognize and avoid hurting any of us, not even Lisa.”

Lisa looked over at her boyfriend, who continued spinning in place and chanting, and she took a deep breath of firm resolve.  “I’ll stay with him, as long as it takes.  I’ll keep you guys updated over the phone.”

“I’m not leavin’ you here alone,” Len said incredulously.  “The guys and I will stay with you in shifts.  Mick, go get some sleeping bags, bottles of water, some food, and that type of stuff because this’ll probably take a while.  Tell Mardon to keep the rain away.”

“Roger,” Mick replied, hurrying away to retrieve the Rogues’ survival gear for the times they needed to hide off-grid.  That left the Snarts, and they now sat down in front of the spinning monologuing ghost.

Lisa rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, incredibly relieved to not be alone.  “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

+++

A day passed with the same status quo, though Wally stopped in briefly to check on the situation and tell the Rogues that the world’s magic users were still trying to find a solution.  Lisa dozed off in a sleeping bag every so often, but there was always at least one other Rogue with her -- even if some were only there on the boss’s orders.

She awoke from a brief nap to find Mick sitting beside her, and he was watching Roscoe very intently.

“That spinning’s almost soothing in a way, kinda hypnotic,” he remarked when he noticed she was awake.  “But I think he’s slowing down a bit.  Doesn’t he look slower?”

“He does.  I don’t know what that means,” she said, setting her jaw.  Maybe he was simply going to stop eventually and everything would return to normal, but her instincts told her the situation wouldn’t be resolved so easily.

“Barcha tootoon malas kor… barcha tootoon malas kor… barcha tootoon malas k-kor…”

She sighed and buried her face in her hands.  “I just want to go hold him and make all of this end.”

“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry,” Mick said with confidence he didn’t feel, hating that he was lying to her.

+++

A few hours later, Wally rushed to their location at high speed.  “We finally know what the problem is!  Some magician used a demonic spell that’s draining the energy from all the ghosts on this Earth, and that strange stuff they’re chanting is an incantation meaning ‘It consumes me’!  It’s killing them, so you’ve got to get him to stop!”

“Oh my God, and he’s already been slowing down,” Lisa gasped in horror, just dropping the food she’d been eating.  “Please stop him!”

Wally gritted his teeth, knowing he didn’t have time for this, and he ran at the spinning ghost but simply bounced off and was sent flying.

“I really can’t be here; I’ve got tons of people to warn and all hands are needed on deck to manage the Spectre,” he said in a daze as Mick helped him up from the park bench he’d knocked over.

“B-barcha tootoon malas kor… b-barcha t-tootoon malas kor… barcha tootoon malas k-kor…”

“We’ll manage this,” Mick replied with that same false confidence.  “Go.”

The Flash disappeared faster than any of them could see, and Lisa quickly picked up her phone to call Len and explain the situation.  He paused for a few moments to think, but soon had an idea.

“I’m gonna call Piper.”

+++

Hartley arrived with Len an hour later, but he wasn’t showing much enthusiasm for what was being asked of him.  He was also wary of a trap, because relations between he and the Rogues had been sour for some time, but one look at Lisa’s worried face told him the emergency was genuine.

“He’s not my favourite person, but I’m here for old times’ sake,” Hartley said curtly, and Len nodded.

“Believe me, I get that and appreciate it.  I’m doing this for her.”

“B-barcha tootoon muh-malas k-kor… barcha t-tootoon malas kor… b-barcha tootoon malas k-kor…”

“He’s really slowing down now,” Mick observed with concern.

“The glow in his eyes is dimming…we have to help him!” Lisa fretted, and Len rushed over to grab her arm because he was convinced she’d attempt something drastic. 

Hartley pulled out his flute and listened to the hum emitted by the spinning for about thirty tense seconds, then concentrated and began to play.  It was an unpleasant melody which made the onlookers queasy and feel as though something was wrong, but had been precisely engineered to disrupt the frequency of Roscoe’s spinning. 

After a minute of jarringly discordant music, the ghost simply collapsed to the ground, face down and his body sizzling with steam.

“It consumes me…” he murmured, twitching, and then lay still.

Lisa ran to him and Len allowed her to go, very much against his better judgement.  Mick rolled the prone man onto his back and carefully checked his vital signs.

“Well, he’s still breathing and has a pulse.  I don’t know what that means for somebody like him.”

“Should mean that the ghost is still kicking around inside there, but it looks like he’s lost more than forty pounds since this started,” Len guesstimated.  “That damn spell was eating him alive.” 

“Since this worked, I should probably go see if I can help anyone else,” Hartley said, and Lisa got up to tackle the musician in a surprise hug which nearly knocked him over.

“Thank you, thank you,” she sobbed into his shoulder, and he hugged her back and got a bit teary himself.

“Of course, Lis’, I hope he’ll be okay.  I’ll let you know if I hear anything about who did this and why.”

“Whoever it is, I’m gonna kill him,” she said grimly through her tears, and Len knew well enough to not bother dissuading her.

“You won’t be alone,” he nodded in agreement, so Hartley politely pretended not to hear the talk about vengeance and excused himself to assist others in need of help.

Lisa returned to Roscoe and carefully cradled his head in her lap, stroking his sweat-soaked hair and visibly gaunt face.  He occasionally mumbled something through desiccated lips, but she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

“We should get an ambulance or somethin’ to take him outta here and have him checked out,” Len told Mick, who picked up his phone and tried to speak to a dispatcher.  It turned out that emergency services were inundated with calls about all the supernatural happenings across the city and state, and there would be a significant delay for help.  But that was fine, they could wait.

Len walked over to his sister and looked down at the man who could essentially be considered his brother-in-law.  The situation had been an exhausting ordeal for everyone and had been tougher on him than he'd ever let on, but the Rogues would do almost anything for family.

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sparbossa art content for my sparbossa enjoyers

[ananinidraws]

This is how Super Paper Mario went, right?

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This is just beautiful and a very cool concept, and I'll be thrilled if you do more with it 😊

I've been obsessed with the idea of Roscoe's stripes being replicated with Lisa's ribbons, so here is this WIP that I'd love to colour and tidy one day! :D

[pluvio-lj]

I think a lot about how Kev was there when Mickey came out, and was there to reassure him that it was okay and that no one cared about him being gay, and was also the Gallavich wedding bodyguard...

We love Kev, we stan Kev <3

[maggie44paint]

Drip that goes harder than Gabriel's theme 😎

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It's apparently been more than 11 years, but I finally wrote another Dillonsverse fic.