#since y'all liked the family portrait so much

[singswan-springswan]

It's those Syndulla kids...

closeups under the cut

[mad-hunts]

JACK MATHIS, THE CONTORTIONIST — expert thief and fauceur of the mathis family.

[tipsynight0]

Jack’s family// part one

Paring - laughing jack x female mother reader

Word count - 1.1k

Trigger warnings - stalking, infidelity, implied violence, supernatural horror, demonic clowns lmao, mentions of death involing children.

synopsis - (Y/N) picked Jack up from an old antique shop to decorate her son's nursery, unaware of the clown's growing obsession with her and her family.

Author's note - I'm branching out y'all, might be a part two of Jack killing her husband and holding her and her child hostage?? He just wants a family.

It had been ten years—ten agonizing, silent years—since Jack had last been free. He sat entombed in a dusty corner of an old antique shop, his once vibrant black-and-white box now dull, the wood cracking like an ancient relic. The jagged edges frayed with time, a reminder of the decades he’d spent as an instrument of terror, leaving a trail of broken families and dead children. And yet here he was, trapped, abandoned on a forgotten shelf, nothing more than a curiosity in the eyes of passing customers. To him, it felt like an eternity in purgatory.

Every day, the same routine. The dull chime of the shop's bell as strangers drifted in and out, oblivious to the dark history hidden in his box. He heard their idle conversations, their polite laughter—so blissfully unaware of what he could unleash. Jack sat, coiled tight in the suffocating darkness, waiting, his patience wearing thin with each passing second.

Then one day, the bell chimed, and something was different.

The air shifted as she entered the shop. Jack felt her presence immediately—a softness he hadn’t sensed in decades. The scrape of her shoes on the wooden floor was delicate, careful, and when her fingers brushed against the dust-laden surface of his box, he felt a shiver race through him. A voice, sweet and light, like a distant melody, reached his ears. "This Jack-in-the-box will be perfect for my son," she said, as if sealing Jack’s fate.

Freedom. His prison was lifted from the shelf, and as she blew the dust away, Jack could barely contain the excitement stirring within him. Finally, After all these years, he would get to play again—he would torment, terrorize, and destroy this new family. And this soft-voiced woman? She had no idea what she had invited into her life.

The gentle rumble of the car’s engine soothed Jack as he peered through the slit in his box. He watched the world pass by, noting how much it had changed. The cars, the buildings, the people—everything seemed new. But some things were always the same.

When the car stopped, she carried him inside, cradling the box as if it were precious. She placed him carefully on the dresser in the nursery—a room filled with warmth and light, a place so alien to Jack it almost made him recoil. The walls were painted with bright, cheerful stripes, circus animals danced in frames, and a mobile of tiny elephants spun slowly above the crib. The air smelled sweet, like lavender and baby powder, a scent that made Jack’s stomach twist.

For a moment, his resolve faltered. This wasn’t like the other homes. It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t sterile. The love in this room was palpable, and it sickened him.

But then he saw the photograph.

A family portrait, framed and sitting on the dresser, caught his eye. The woman—his woman now—stood smiling with her son in her arms, and beside her was a man. Instinctively, Jack’s gaze darkened. He recognized that kind of man all too well. The same hollow smile, the same empty eyes that Isaac, his original owner, had worn. A man filled with deceit. A liar. A traitor. A knot of fury twisted inside Jack. This was a man who didn’t deserve his family.

The door creaked open, and Jack slipped back into his box just in time. Through the crack, he watched as she entered, holding her baby, her face glowing with maternal love. The sight of her rocking the child in her arms, singing a familiar lullaby, filled Jack with something he hadn’t felt in years—desire. Not the kind he was used to, the hunger for fear and chaos. No, this was different. He wanted her for himself.

Later, when she was gone, Jack crept out of the box, his claws tracing over the photograph. His sharp nails slowly scratched out the image of the man, carving deep grooves until his face was nothing but a blur of ruined paper. Jack’s gaze lingered on her face now—her, and the baby. A family. A perfect, broken family, waiting for him to fix.

The days passed, and Jack’s obsession grew like a cancer. He watched her through the small hole in his box, never tiring, always waiting for those quiet moments when she would slip into Lucas’s room alone. She was always alone. No husband to help. No man to protect her. Jack learned the child’s schedule by heart. He knew when Lucas woke, when he napped, when she fed him. But his favorite moments were the late nights—when she would shuffle into the room, barely awake, her robe slipping from her shoulder, her hair falling messily around her face.

Those were the moments Jack lived for.

On nights when Lucas wouldn’t stop crying, Jack found himself wanting to silence the boy himself—just to keep her all to himself. The temptation to suffocate the child with his own stuffed bear crossed his mind more than once, but Jack refrained. No, Lucas was a part of this, too. Jack could… tolerate the boy. After all, a family needed a child. And when the baby would giggle at Jack’s twisted face peering over the edge of his crib, it was almost bearable. Lucas even reached out, tugging playfully at Jack’s long nose, giggling at the black curls that draped down his shoulders. The boy didn’t fear him.

But Jack's true focus was always on her.

He could see the sadness etched into her features during those quiet moments when she thought no one was watching. The loneliness. The frustration. Jack understood. He had seen the husband’s phone calls—heard the lies. The cheating, the excuses, the late nights at "work." Jack's fury boiled beneath the surface. That man didn’t deserve her. He was hurting her, breaking her spirit.

Jack wouldn’t allow it.

He had scratched the husband out of the photograph, but soon, Jack would erase him from her life entirely. He would wait for the perfect moment. And then, when the husband was gone, there would be nothing standing between Jack and his perfect family. Just him, her, and little Lucas.

Jack’s grin stretched impossibly wide. His claws twitched with anticipation. Soon, she would see. Soon, they’d be together.

They’d all be a happy family.

[onnoffwrites]

After recent events, I ended up going back to the beginning to check things, because my first reaction will always be "wtf, this is shit, why would you do this" and my second reaction will always be "okay maybe that was a bit much, maybe he's not THAT bad, maybe has a good reason-

Okay.. that doesn't rly mean anything, maybe she's just worried kaito found something he shouldn't-

Okay.. okay this looks, well maybe he's just leaving some recordings in case kaito found something he shouldn't! It's not like they can hide it forever! The room is part of the house! Kaito lives in the house-

Excuse me... What did .. what did you say...? Wha

What do you mean "designed"?

What??? What do you MEAN "designed to open after 8 years"???

I have been angry since April 12th and I've reached a point where I don't even know what to feel anymore I don't even know what to tell y'all.

Like, wow, omg, movie reveals. Other than family relations, the other thing isn't exactly anything new. We've all read Midnight Crow. We saw Kaitou Corbaeu. We've been in denial until finally reaching acceptance. For me at least. And then we spend a few years bargaining, bc surely there's a good reason kaitos not in the know. That kaito has to be KID. Surely there's a reason? Right?

Right???

At this point we don't even truly know if Jii is in the know and was acting as planned out by the parents or not. Or if he's just like kaito. Tricked, lied to, played for fools. At the very least ginzo doesn't know, so there's that. Not sure how much that would help kaito when he inevitably finds out. Because he will. The fact remains that it's quite suspicious that Jii just so happen to choose to don the KID outfit and become KID to draw out toichis murderers exactly 8 years after toichis death. EXACTLY the same amount of time that was set for that trap door portrait to open to kaito.

There's a lot of implications to think about

[cursedkeyboard]

Big brother's here ☆ Jason Todd & Younger Sibling Reader

You're the second youngest member of the Wayne family and Jason Todd's favorite sibling 🦇 GN!Reader

First off, Jason Todd is a naturally caring person

Even with his grudges and anger, he still cares about his family

So when it comes to you, he's extra caring and protective

You joined the family a little earlier than Damian did, all bright eyed and freshly orphaned

Your connection with Jason wasn't immediate, he was still processing many emotions, his thirst for revenge and the betrayal, and avoiding the manor like the plague

You didn't know much about him except for his face and name, which you'd seen in portraits

Bruce always avoided talking about him, but when he slipped his face would turn somber and regretful, which left you wondering

But the day you two met, when he'd been forced to join forces with the other bats for a specific operation, it was... strange, to say the least

Jason was conflicted at best and angry at worst

Angry at Bruce for bringing yet another kid into this wretched life

And conflicted as you took his hand into your smaller ones and felt himself melt

He always did have a soft spot for kids and it didn't help that you were so damn cute

"You have some rotten luck, squirt." He'd say softly before teasingly flicking your tiny nose, making you giggle. "To end up in this house of all others."

Even though he was supposed to help with the mission, Jason spent all of his free time with you as long as Bruce wasn't around

He'd make an effort to spend time with you.

Reading, playing, teasing, and even cooking with you

Mind you, he's got a busy life, but for you he'd put some extra effort to be a good role model in your life

Since the people in your life were a bunch of costumed freaks

Jason would try to keep you away from the bat life, no doubt about that

He's tired of seeing kids being put in danger, tired of the never ending cycle of abuse and neglect, so he'd fight tooth and nail to keep you away from such dangers

But he'd also teach you self defense

Because y'all live in Gotham

You know he'd 100% take you out to eat whenever you got a high grade or won a competition

Or dyed Tim's hair pink

Or laughed at one of his lame jokes

He just likes spending time with you, since you're the least infuriating sibling and a damn cutie

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease and be an asshole either

Mess with his things when you're hanging in his house?

You're cleaning his dishes

You go through any awkward phases?

He's keeping pictures and videos until the day he dies

Probably keeps them in encrypted hard drives for future blackmail and teasing

He was the absolute worst during puberty

Always mocking your voice cracks

Pointing out your pimples

Then you'd mention his early robin outfits and he'd put you in a headlock

He'd take you out to ride on his motorcycle whenever the people at the manor got too much

Jason and you gossiping behind Bruce's back

He'd probably rant about his love life to you through the phone

You're the only sibling he can do that with without putting his crush(es) in danger anyway

If you bleached your hair to match his white streak he'd probably cry a little after roughhousing with you

He may be a bit of an ass sometimes, like every older brother

But Jason truly loves you

You're his favorite sibling

(When you're not messing with his guns unsupervised, that is)

[chickenkurage]

OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHAPTER 3 OF ATG ALAN LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FIRST OF ALL NOT THE LITTLE INTRO OF HOW ALAN'S LIFE WAS PEACEFUL AND CONTENT TO THE POINT HE WOULD WANT TO RELIVE IT A LOT IF HE COULD, UNTIL IT WAS SWITCHED TO HOW HE'S LITERALLY GOING THROUGH THE FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF AFTER HIS FAMILY IS GONE AND DJ WAS PROBABLY ALL HE HAD LEFT BUT STILL SHUTS HIMSELF AWAY FROM HIM, DJ TRYING HIS BEST TO AT LEAST TAKE CARE OF HIM BUT RECEIVES NO RESPONSE IT SEEMS LIKE- OH MY GOSH DJ IS GOING THROUGH IT AS WELL IN HIS OWN WAY TOO OFC

DANG THAT SEEMED LIKE A CHILL CONVERSATION BETWEEN NOOGAI WITH VICTIM AND CHOSEN, AND HE KNOWS AND THOUGHT THAT IF HE CONTROLLED ALEX TO GET THEM AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER BECAUSE HE THOUGHT THEY WERE ENSLAVED??? I EVEN GASPED AT THAT PART NGL BUT I FEEL LIKE THERE ARE SOME OR A FEW MISUNDERSTANDINGS GOING ON RN, AND NOOGAI JUST CAUSALLY WALKS AWAY LIKE HE DIDN'T JUST DROP THE TRUTH ON WHY HE DID IT TO THE BOTH OF THEM

OH GOSH ANGRY KING AFTER FINDING OUT ABOUT THEM FACING NOOGAI AND KEEPING THEM BOTH IN THE HOUSE FOR AWHILE WITH HIM AND PURPLE WATCHING OVER SO THEY WOULDN'T SUDDENLY SNEAK OUT PROBABLY, AND DANG IT REALLY DOES FEEL MORE DIFFERENT TO HOW SPONGEY WRITES VICTIM IN THIS AU, LITERALLY MUCH MORE CHILL THAN HOW THEY WOULD USUALLY WRITE HIM AS, BUT IT'S STILL VERY SILLY TO ME AND I LOVE IT! XDD AND AH YES, THE ELDEST BROTHER BOTHERING THEIR YOUNGER BROTHER, SUCH A CLASSIC LITERALLY!!!

AND NOOOOOOOOOO WHAT- THAT'S WHAT THE ATTEMPTED SEWERSLIDE PART IS? NOOOOOOOOOO.... OH DEAR GOSH NOOOOOOOOOO.... DJ LITERALLY HAVING TO EXPERIENCE ALAN CUTTING HIS WRISTS A LOT IF THAT'S WHAT IT WAS WHILE BEING IN A OVERFILLED BATHTUB WITH A LOT OF HIS OWN BLOOD, THE DETAILS WRITING OF DJ'S PERSPECTIVE OF HAVING TO SEE HIS OWN BEST FRIEN- NO- BEST BROTHER TURN INTO SOMEONE HE NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD TURN INTO EVER IN HIS LIFE... HIM LOOKING AT THE PORTRAIT OF HOW THEY WERE BEFORE, HE MISSES HIS BROTHER, HE MISSES THE BROTHER HE ACTUALLY KNEW, INSTEAD OF SOMEONE HE NEVER KNEW IN HIS LIFE, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- *INHALES* AND THESE TWO HAVING A BANTER WHEN ALAN PRESENTED DJ THE CURSOR, AT FIRST IT SEEMED LIKE DJ THOUGHT THE ALAN HE KNEW WAS BACK BUT NO... LITERALLY SOMEONE MUCH MORE DIFFERENT THAN HE COULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED IN HIS LIFE, THAT ISN'T HIS ALAN... NOT ANYMORE... NOW I'M TOO CURIOUS ON WHERE DJ CURRENTLY AND ACTUALLY IS, ARE THEY STILL FRIENDS AFTER ALL THIS TIM- WAIT... THAT ONE AUDIO... "BUT I GOT TO KNOW.... ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- THESE TWO HAVE A MUCH MORE DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP IN THIS AU... NOW ALSO MAKES ME WONDER HOW THE ALAN ASSOCIATION WOULD THINK OF THIS NEW ALAN THAT Y'ALL HAVE CREATED...

ALSO THE LITTLE HAPPY ENDING OF THE CHAPTER OF DARK BEING MISTAKEN AS A CHILD- I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING TO THAT WHAT EVEN IS HIS HEIGHT FROM HOW Y'ALL HC HIM- I'M NOW CURIOUS ABOUT THAT A LOT SINCE I KEPT IMAGINING HIM BEING SHORTER THAN VICTIM AND CHOSEN BUT TALLER THAN SECOND- IJABKJABKJABKJAHKJAHKJAHKJAHKJAHAKJHAKJHAKJHAKAHKJHAHAKJHAHKJAHAKHJAKJHAJLAHALHAALJHALJAHKJAHKJAHAJOH-

ANOTHER YAPPING ABOUT THE ALAN ASSOCIATION

SO YOU'RE TELLING ME OJI AND HIS DJ ARE ACTUALLY BLACK AND RED??? HOW MANY SIMILARITIES DO THEY HAVE WITH CHOSEN AND DARK IN THEIR AU BECAUSE GOSH DANG- HE HONESTLY REALLY DOES LOOK LIKE HE GOT BURNT-

I CAN'T.... MY HEART WITH NOOGAI CARING ABOUT EVERYONE IN THE HOUSE BECAUSE THEY ALL REMIND HIM OF HIS OWN ALAN... IT'S MAKING ME SMILE UNCONTROLLABLY FROM SEEING THESE WHOLESOME MOMENTS, NOOGAI YOU'RE NOW MY FAVORITE!!! BUT 2ND FAVORITE, SNOW IS BASICALLY MY 1ST FAVORITE AU WHILE VEE IS MY THIRD FAVORITE, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS HEARTWARMING FANFIC AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- OH MY GOSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- AND NOW I JUST LEARNED THAT THEY CAN GO BACK TO THEIR OWN REALMS? I MEAN I KNEW THEY WOULD HAVE TO GO BACK SOMEHOW BUT STILL I FIND THAT REALLY COOL!!! AND ALSO NOOGAI'S STRONG BOND WITH HIS DJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- AND STOP NO- NOT THE FACT THAT SNOW IS LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN'T EVEN CONTACT WITH HIS OWN DJ BECAUSE... OH MY GOSH... I AM TELLING YOU I KEEP MAKING SCENARIOS OF DJ MANAGING TO GET INTO THE OUTERNET AND REUNITE WITH HIS BEST BUDDY OH MY GOSH.... (Also when I finished reading it, that made me thought about something with my Ink!Alan... Everyone caring for each other and having connections.... Huh...)

Let's go! Chapter 3!!! It's time to talk about it ^^

DJ and Alan relationship, few or more chapters are going to be a little bit angsty for DJ xD. There will be a lot of DJ Pov, Pre-Noogai and Post-Noogai here. Might get a little confusing too since the whole narrative is pretty Non-Linear, which I did on purpose LMAO.

Noogai is indeed chill, the talk with Victim and Chosen. He is pretty self-righteous, isn't he? He only believes what he wants to believe, refusing to listen to others. There is a major misunderstanding on Noogai's part since he initially thought Victim and the others were being enslaved by Alex, hence why in the first chapter they were thrown to the Outernet. It's that fact that them being thrown into the Outernet is not really important to Noogai's mission but he thought it was best for them to live in the Outernet than under a human.

We all know he has been using humans as his vessels for many years now, he of course knows how their brain works at this point. And this notion which is the humans being is vessel is me saying that, yes, he can control a human, and walk around in their body :D

We all know Noogai is here "not just potentially" HE IS a morally grey character, it is basically, killing a bunch of people for the better good. So, we know he won't exactly care about Victim and Chosen's mental wellbeing, he already did the "better good" and he'd done his job.

Alan did attempt, and DJ was the one to save him from it. It was mostly the start of Alan's descent to madness, anger and grief that DJ couldn't help him with, and it was sad for DJ to call himself a "bad friend" for not being able to help Alan with his mental health.

And I'm so happy you understood the part where Alan introduced DJ the cursor, DJ initially thought Alan was doing "better" until Alan presented the cursor weapon to him and there he realized, Alan was not getting better, he was turning for the worst...All this time DJ thought he had done something good for Alan, instead this happens.

DJ is officially still alive in the timeline with the Hollow 4's and CG, he is there somewhere. Will be shown in the next or so chapters actually :DD.

You know what, the line "Are we still friends" will soon make sense in a few chapters, I will not spoil, but mind you, DJ is going to turn for the worse (don't worry not the turning into a terrorist type) but he's not going to be having a good time.

ATG in AA, there's already some planned. Initially when i create Alan or DJ AU's i always make sure they can never overshine the others by accident. There are already notes that i had written about how ATG's relationship with the AA, and i believe it's more of an on and off. There are Alan AU's in the AA that will hate ATG if you think about it. So, we will see that the time ATG gets introduced into the AA household.

Noogai does care for the Alans in the AU, as said by the fun facts (I will be dropping those now at every AA AU post so that you guys can get to know them better!)

It's adorable you have favorites XDDD, and they are ranked too lol!

They can come back to their own worlds/realms/universe anytime they wanted actually :)), they aren't required to stay in the household but for the people who loves AA, they stay xP

Noogai and his DJ have a really close bond in the AI AU, though we only had a few comics (?) and one fanfiction, all Alan AU that i had made officially will have their own fanfiction in AO3 and all of them are under works as of the moment.

It is mostly to get to know them better :))

Snow really is the only Alan that cannot talk to his own DJ, and that leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. But who said KOM DJ won't appear in the AA household xD (spoilers!!).

And please do share me what you are thinking with your Ink Alan AU!!! :DDD - S

[satohqbanana]

Ireus won the Badly-Described Characters poll for Magia, so as promised, here's the interview with a shiny new portrait from yours truly!

Satoh: Hello! I'm Satoh, and here I am with the boy with the confident smile: Ireus Maverick! Ireus: Sup!

Satoh: Hi! Thank you for giving your time. Well, I know about you, but our viewers don't. Could you introduce yourself? Ireus: Oh, sure, why not? The name's Ireus Maverick. I'm a mage attuned to light magic, and the son of the local star general doctor, Aria Saramanka. I hope to one day be like Dad - he's more of a researcher. Buuut don't be fooled; these hands of mine aren't just for regenerative magic!

Satoh: Ho ho, I'll make sure to remember that. But first, do tell us about this medicinal endeavor of yours. Ireus: Well, since I was child, I've been helping out my Mom at the clinic. Everything she did was just interesting, you know? There's jars and herbs everywhere, books, bubbles, lots of smells… Besides, it's so fascinating to watch people get better. I just don't like the part where they try to lowball Mom's prices, considering she's already doing them charity; I hate that. On the other hand, Dad's doing something a bit different, and that's widening our knowledge of medicine and healthcare.

Satoh: Ooh - wait. Where is your Dad by the way? Ireus: He's over at Rust Island. You'll see him if you ask the research lab for Dr. Kaine Korvus Maverick. Now, I can't tell y'all about everything, but what I can tell is that he's investigating diseases, conditions, and relevant theories. Mama sometimes works with him regarding poisons… hey, I think I've said enough about my family. Where are the questions about me?!

Satoh: Yes, of course. Thank you for reminding me! Can you tell us about your talents? Ireus: Oh, YES! Aside from healing, quite obviously, I'm very confident in leading a team of mages. It's my job as the healer to keep them alive, and if they're going to be idiots about it, I'll just have to use force - my fists, I mean! Gotta be fit on top of it all; I even have a mini-training spot in my room! I wish to one day learn more about offensive light magic, too.

Satoh: But mages are already powerful, aren't they? Why do you need to be physically strong as well? Ireus: That's the issue. Mages think they're already strong just because they have magic. Thing is, that's not going to work out in situations where they run out of mana or if their powers are suppressed one way or another. This is especially true for us healers. Most other mages think we're frail, whiny pushovers; I want to set a new standard.

Satoh: You're quite knowledgeable about this! Ireus: I have to have the brains; healers are the core of a team! No healers means you're toast!

Satoh: Do you consider yourself Kalei or Damasq? Ireus: Both, actually. But I have Kalei citizenship and my parents would rather I be here. Also, I enjoy Kalei food more. Don't get me wrong; Damasq's grilled seafood is great! But! Nothing beats the ways Kaleidopolis cooks poultry. There's so much you can do with chicken. Its eggs, its meat, its innards, its broth… Chicken is THE perfect livestock, I swear.

Satoh: Would you consider raising them or becoming a poultry chef? Ireus: Err, no. Those kinds of things are admittedly out of my league... I'd rather be just a poultry consumer.

Satoh: Does your POV of your origins extend to your choice of outfits? Ireus: Yup. My favorite color is black. I just can't wear it much thanks to the heat here in Kaleidopolis. Then, Mom adjusted all my tunics so it can look like Damasq fashion… Ah, maybe I should've attended this interview wearing one of my Damasq outfits. It's a shame I can only use them when we're visiting Dad and Mama.

Satoh: We always appreciate a fashionable guy. Wait, 'Mom' and 'Mama'? Ireus: Mama is Dad's first wife. Her name's Katarina Maverick. Sure I didn't come from her womb, but she's still my other mother. She's got quite the taste; she's the one I trust when it comes to Damasq fashion.

Satoh: You are a very interesting individual indeed. Ireus: Hehe, of course. I am a Maverick, after all!

Satoh: Are you ready for some Quick Rapid-Fire Q's! Ireus: Yeah! Let's do it!

Satoh: Hobbies? Ireus: Reading, training, and stacking uneven objects to build a tower.

Satoh: Favorite subject in school? Ireus: Magic theory, of course!

Satoh: Pet peeves? Ireus: Dumb people who think they know better.

Satoh: Ideal partner? Ireus: Someone who can match my passion.

Satoh: Three words to describe yourself? Ireus: "Best future healer".

Satoh: I'm sure we'd love to hear more from you, but I'm afraid time is rather short. Any last message for our viewers? Ireus: If you don't use your head, then what is it for?

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[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

So we are speculating it will be set in Russia or at least themed given the colours of the flag, reblog of the Duchess and I forgot the other reasons. And we know you're not a stranger to Russian stuff and a fan of this era..

💙 Blue was often associated with the nobility in Russia, saying they're 'blue-blooded'. It also came to represent authority. So I take it this will be Aemond since he gives off rich and nobility vibes with the Saphire eye.

🦇 Bat is suggesting a vampire, batman or someone is working with bats, in like a conservative thing (maybe). Also bats share regurgitated blood with each other to bond so do the Targs do this? I know you're not scared to dapple in weird ideas 😂

🌹Rose definitely gives the vampire trying to win over reader or like someone else said, Beauty and the Beast themed where the vampire is trying to throw off a curse by getting the reader to love him for who he is deep inside.

Red flowers are also given to family members to show love. So it's not always romantic. It also has medicinal properties... They also harvested later than normal so they're able to pick up more sunlight unlike their vampire growers...

🐚 Shell could be MC's collecting as someone who has a few in her bag rn lmao. But there is symbolism in them and the major one is protection to ward off evil spirits. So does MC's mother give her a shell to ward off the vampires? On the other hand, they are also seen as bridges to the supernatural and seen as representing life cycles and transformation (does MC turn into a vampire to save her or whatever?) Also seen as symbols of the heart & religion.

🔥 Fire can be seen because Russia folklore believes burning a family member's portrait makes them haunt the house. Fire also bevause it's seen as rebirth (becoming vampire), but also I can see MC allowing the house to burn to kill the evil vampires off.

Maybe Russia has nothing to do with your next fic. 😂 if it is close to what you've wrote, I can delete it

Wow I am shook about this!!! Bestie, you truly have a lot of great thoughts here, and you are 100% correct about certain things...I don't think I can tell you WHICH things...but you'll know when the first chapter is posted. All will become clear soon... 😅🥰 Also I love love LOVE when y'all come up with theories that teach me cool niche trivia, I'm learning so much! 😍

I am already so excited for this new fic, I think I have a few big surprises in store for y'all 😏❤️💙

[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

Welcome to Astorvember week 3: Thread of Fate!

Also keep an eye on the calendar because next week is Age of Calamity week, so fan works for the game Hyrule Warriors: Age of Calamity will be welcome, too! We're gonna finish out Astorvember with a celebration of the game itself. For now here are this week's prompts:

15. Harbinger 16. Astrolabe 17. Lost 18. Chosen 19. Defeat 20. Sacrifice 21. Blood Moon

Full guidelines for Astorvember as well as submission guidelines for the Astor zine can be found here.

FAQ under the cut, updated with more questions I've received since last week.

Q: What can I submit? A: TL;DR writing under 2500 words (ficlets, fic excepts, essays, poems, etc), visual art roughly the size of a half a sheet of printer paper or smaller (drawings, photographs, etc), miscellaneous works such as sheet music, craft tutorials, physical merch, and others subject to approval. Full info above (or here).

Q: How do I submit? A: Email propheciesofdoomzine@yahoo.com and include: -The work's title -The name you would like to be credited as (screen name, url, or nickname preferred over legal name) -Is the work potentially NSFW and if so what content warnings apply Again, more info above (or here).

Q: How many submissions are you looking for? A: As many as y'all got! No limit, go wild.

Q: Can I submit more than one piece? A: Submit as many pieces as you want. Seriously, no limit.

Q: Who can submit works? A: Anyone! Submissions are very specifically and intentionally open to anyone and everyone instead of taking applications and selecting artists to create a piece specifically for the zine.

Q: Can I submit works I've already posted? A: Yes, this zine is intended to be a collection and celebration of the last four years of the fandom. All works are welcome, no matter how old they are or how many people have seen them. This also very much includes pieces from this or last year's Astorvember.

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[theartofeverything]

A shadow drew overhead as the avian Leo landed to stop in front of you(/y'all). Giving a quick check of his wings he smiles and turns his attention to you(/y'all).

"Hello fellow campers, I the marvelous Bird Leo, the representative for my cabin, cabin 9, present a challenge. Since it's a sports day that is."

He pulls a ball to the front of his chest.

"Beat me in a game of Beach volleyball (except with a real volleyball instead of a beach ball) and you get a free... Uh... Totallyawesomemysteryprizewhichtotallyisntat-shirt!!" He said in a fast pace. He moved on from that quickly.

"So what do you say?"

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@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Angelo has no idea what volleyball is but would very much like to paint your portrait

( @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion, Cabin 15 Fire Nation!)

[ankhmutes]

Forbidden Fruit (Richie/Berzatto sister)

So I did a thing I never thought I would do.

Wrote a one-shot smutty thing about Richie and a Berzatto sister. I hope y'all enjoy. It is unedited, done under the influence of a big fat beer and pizza. Honestly, I'm half horny for Jon Bernthal (Mikey) not even remotely interested in Richie, but my brain wouldn't let go of this plot bunny.

Minors please do not interact, since ya know, sex and all of that. Proceed at your own risk.

Richie knew he was fucked, when he set eyes on Mikey’s shadow, the youngest Berzatto girl. He remembered her as an annoying tag-along always in ripped jeans and Converse, always trying to chase after him and Michael. He’d chase her away, make her play with Carmy and Sugar. She and Michael shared the same dark curls, dark eyes, with the mischievous playful streak of pure hell and terror for anyone who dared to get close to them. Every family portrait, you could see the chocolate-haired and tattered bookends, with the graceful blonde Carmy and Sugar right smack in between. 

Until Michael ate his gun. 

Carmy flew home from New York. 

Shadow flew home from Seattle. No one knew where she had been, bumming around the pacific northwest, hunting for fucking bigfoot or taking pictures of trees or some bullshit, until sugar called her. 

“you gotta come home.”

Like they knew she’d come hurtling back, as if she heard Michael’s voice asking her to come play. 

There were no more games. There would be no more fights, no more screaming, no more forks thrown at the dinner table. 

It was friends and family night, and he hadn’t recognized her.  at first, at least. He wasn’t used to Michael’s Shadow with long hair, not since she had chopped it short after he and Michael had put gum into it. Her braces had disappeared, her smile a beaming smile that he saw every day in Michael’s face. Michael’s eyes staring at him. 

He remembered seeing her at the funeral, but that was a fucking funeral. His brain had been somewhere else, with Michael, in the ground. Now, he was alive, and his brain was telling him that this, this was something to be happy about. 

“You’re home!”

“What?”

“Shadow! She’s home.” Natalie said, shoving Richie to the side, throwing her arms around the tiny girl. When she had been tiny, thought Richie as he gawked down at the girl, just about Carmy’s height. Wild brown curls tangled with blonde, and Richie shut his mouth as he stared down at the youngest Berzatto. 

He had never seen her in a dress, Richie realized belatedly as he stared at the long legs; a small excuse of a dress wrapped around the soft curves of an actual woman with breasts- Before Richie could mentally compare the breasts in the dress to fruit, Sugar had her turned around, and Fak was in the way. 

Fuckng Fak, thought Richie as he blinked for a minute and concentrated on his job. He had to make the people happy. 

“Sit here, have my seat, keep him company.” Sugar said with a wink as she shoved the girl down in her seat. The younger girl giggled and nodded as she leaned forward, greeting her brother in law and exclaiming in delight over the baby and the restaurant. 

“Did you tell her?” Fak asked, peeking over Natalie’s shoulder, as Shadow glanced up  from her chatter and smiled, fucking smiled, right at Richie with that mischievous spark that he could remember in Mikey’s eye, which meant–She was up to no good. 

Blinking, Richie turned on his heel and tried not to blush, his hard-on trying to blast through his pants. Smoothing down his tie, Richie thrust himself into the work. Chatter in the kitchen picked up once Sugar announced that Shadow was here, and Mom was quickly forgotten. Richie blinked away his thoughts, throwing himself into his work and trying not to remember just exactly why he didn’t like Shadow hanging around so much… 

He remembered the painful hard -ons he had to endure during that last summer, before she left. That tiny little green bikini of hers, and the tank tops that did nothing to hide the pert little nipples he had fantasized about every night for several months, after he had accidentally gotten a glimpse of her breasts when her top came off at the pool.

The sounds of Sugar chattering with Shadow brought him back to reality, as the service ended. Fak was hanging about, his eyes eating her up, just like Richie was, and Richie let out a long sigh, running his hands along his scalp as he moved further away from Shadow, but keeping an eye on Fak.

“Carmy did what?” Shadow giggled, her hand over her mouth as she leaned into sugar, one hand holding on to a wine glass. Fak was at her side, telling her the story of why Carmy was not there in the kitchen, his eyes moving to her breasts every so often, and then darting up after a quick second. Richie scowled, annoyed that Shadow had moved from the dining room into the kitchen- his space- and was leaning on Fak, her breasts moving up against his arm every time she moved. His brain hurt, from trying to suppress the memories of the dusky pink nipples that hid behind the dress.

“Didn’t he have a girlfriend? I thought it was Sydney? I’m so sorry-” the little Berzatto said, blushing as her dark curls got everywhere, flying as she turned her head from Sydney to Sugar. Sydney stuttered, and Sugar giggled loudly, gasping with laughter. Girlish chatter filled the silent echo of the kitchen as everyone cleaned and put away things after service. Memories of watching Shadow at the Beef made Richie scowl ferociously. He didn’t want to remember trying not to stare at her tits too much when she came by on a hot day with ice cream for him and Michael. Fak caught Richie’s eye and shifted back slightly, ducking his head and keeping his eyes off of her tits. 

As always, Shadow was an echo of Michael. It was as if Michael had come back- for a few seconds at a time, with a laugh or twinkle of her eye at a word said a certain way- Richie blinked hard and slunk into the office to escape from the sudden sharp stab of memories threatening to gut him. 

He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to see Shadow, all grown. Shadow was supposed to be like sugar, just like a sister or something. A chick that was pretty, was nice, but you didn’t want to fuck. The word fuck shouldn’t be on your mind when you looked at her. Hell, she was the chick who stuck lollipops on his car windshield, shattering it to pieces. He shouldn't be getting turned on by her.

It was as if his dick had a mind of its own. He tried to tune out the loud chatter from the kitchen. His hand hurt, and he belatedly realized he had been holding his hand into a tight fist the entire time. 

Breathe, thought Richie. You can do this. His eyes darted to the poster, covering up one of many secrets. Richie’s eyes darted to the darkened office door, and he let out a sigh, sitting down in the desk chair and putting his head on the desk. 

He needed to clear his head. 

You know what you really want, his traitorous mind whispered to him. He gulped, his hand brushing along the strained tent in his pants. Heat shot through his body as he tried to think of the reasons why he shouldn’t even be thinking of Shadow in this way. Shadow was Mikey’s little sister, the annoying tag-along that would set off fireworks under his car, or dump all of their beer because they refused to let her have any. Not the girl that ran around in a green bikini top, nipples poking through and cut-off shorts so short you could practically see her thong if she bent over just right....a

“Richie? Cousin?” Shadow’s voice burst through the bubble of solitude Richie had found into the office. 

“Uh- here.” Richie said, leaning against the desk in hopes it would hide him from the waist down; he couldn’t think he could get any harder, as his eyes caught sight of her dress. He had never seen her in a dress, and she had the perfect body for a dress, all curves and softness in the right places. 

“You’re hiding away from everybody- you’re turning into fucking Carmy.” the girl mocked, a flash of Mikey echoing in her taunting grin. Her eyes roved over the office, studying everything with a slight squint. “Got a smoke?” she asked, turning to glance down at Richie, her wide brown eyes glinting. Richie shook his head, not wanting his hands anywhere near his dick, and not trusting his mouth right now. 

“Fuck, I’ve never had you this quiet. Something wrong?” Shadow asked, genuine concern softening her tone. Leaning forward, she opened a drawer, searching for cigarettes in the usual hidey-holes that Michael would have had, or Carmy, or one of the boys. 

“Oh- wait, that’s’ not a pack of cigarettes, is it?” Shadow gasped out in amusement as her hand landed on Richie’s lap, about to lean over to hunt into a side drawer. 

“Nope, ain’t it.” Richie choked out, half-chuckling. Shadow’s eyes blinked and Richie held his breath, unsure of what exactly would happen. He could envision Carmy and Sugar barging in, yelling at him for daring to even have a hard-on near their little sister. Alternatively, Shadow would just laugh and run away, saying something about dick size. 

What he didn’t expect, however, was Shadow to grin that Michael-grin and get on her fucking knees. Richie was at a loss of words, watching Shadow undo his belt, and take his dick out, stroking it gently with her fingers. Richie watched her pink manicured nails gently trace over the vein, and it bobbed in a greeting, begging for more. 

“What are you waiting for? The door’s locked and everything.” Shadow said, eyes moving up to meet Richie’s, a cocky grin spreading along her features, and her hands busily scooting her body up against the desk, allowing Richie to cradle her body between his knees. It wasn’t until Shadow nudged him, that Richie allowed himself to accept that it was actually happening. 

“I accept that.” Richie stuttered out gently, blinking as he stood, still not quite believing that this was happening. “You really need this, don’t you?” he realized as he looked into her eyes, seeing the need and mischief in her eyes. 

“You’ll have to get me dirty, you know- I wasn’t exactly planning on this happening, but I lov–” Shadow said as she tilted her head, dark curls falling over her shoulders. Richie chuckled, and leaned forward to shut her up with a long kiss, his hands moving down to gently stroke her legs. It was a blissful moment that Richie relished, his hands moving up slowly to massage her hips, slowly coaxing the panties down past her knees, and gently spreading her knees. 

“I’ve gotta taste, ya know.” Richie said as he licked his lips, getting on his knees and burying his nose in her scent, taking in each sweet taste and smell, her heat overwhelming all of his senses. Richie moaned as his mouth took over, exploring each slick fold that she presented, holding on to her as she squirmed against his mouth. 

“I think you– you definitely know what you’re doing.” Shadow whimpered, her breathing echoing throughout the small office. “You– you— c’mere, Richie–” 

“No, no- not until I’ve tasted everything.” Richie said, lapping at Shadow, his fingers moving in and out of her, rising to mutter dirty things in her ear, fingering her until she came all over his fingers. Richie moved his hand  up, smirking as he licked his fingers clean of her taste. 

“Finger-licking good, yeah.” Richie leaned forward, lining himself up with her core. “But I still gotta make sure.” Richie slid into her ever so slowly, laying her back along the length of the desk. He slid her dress down around her waist, revealing a strapless bra, sliding it down and leaning forward to suckle on her breasts, he had dreamed of sampling the sweet flesh since he had seen them neatly tucked away in the dress at the start of the evening. 

“Richie.” Shadow whimpered, Richie’s mouth moving from one breast to another, making sure to knead and massage each to keep her panting and whimpering. When he was sure he wouldn’t come on the spot, Richie started moving again. His motions slid the desk ever so slightly. 

Richie fucked her gently and slowly, ever so quietly that the only sounds that could be heard were their bodies moving together and the creaking of the desk. Shadow’s legs held on to Richie, held him close to her as he plunged into her flesh, moving faster as he could feel her tighter than ever, squeezing his cock so beautifully. Richie held on to Shadow, watching her come and his resolve shattered, his movements becoming ragged and out of control, fucking her hard into the desk. The desk ended up crashing into the wall.  Richie slid out, just in time as his come hit the ground, gasping 

“Fuck, if they didn’t hear that–”

“Hurry up, before someone comes.” Richie said, panting as he grabbed his belt and a handkerchief, cleaning up the mess while Shadow righted herself, the two moving the desk back. 

“You okay?” knocks on the door. 

“Yeah, yeah,yeah.” Richie said with a sigh. “Just– letting off some steam. Be right there.” He could hear Sugar asking about Carmy, if he was out of the refrigerator yet. Fak’s voice murmured answers, and the voices moved further away. 

“Well- “ Shadow began with a sigh, running her hand through her hair. “If you ever… need some more stress relief, I may be in town for a little while longer, maybe?”

“I wouldn’t complain, no. I– I didn’t expect you.” Richie said after a long pause as he fiddled with the doorknob, on the edge of leaving. Shadow wasn’t exactly a once and done fuck, he wasn’t sure he was even that kind of guy. It had been ages since he had even thought of doing something like that. Hell, he hadn’t been divorced that long, had he?

“I’m sure you’ll find me if you need me.” Shadow said with a soft laugh, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss Richie on the side of his stubbled jaw. “Give me whisker burn anytime.” she winked, giving herself a last once-over before leaving the office in a whirlwind of brown curls, twinkling brown eyes and mischievous smiles. 

It was as if Michael hadn’t left, thought Richie for a brief moment, listening to the girls chattering to Carmy in the refrigerator, scolding him about his girlfriend; or new lack thereof. 

A jab of guilt shot through Richie as he moved out of the office, spotting a photo of Michael, fully realizing that he had just fucked his little sister, his best friend’s little sister, and– wanted it. Wanted some more. 

“Sorry, cousin.” Richie whispered, tugging at his belt, adjusting his tie as he nodded up towards the photo briefly in an acknowledgement of Mikey. He was pretty sure this wasn’t incest, since they weren’t actually related, but still- 

She was a Berzatto. That came pretty damn close. 

“Watch out!” sparks flew as the saw finally brought freedom to Carmy, and all thoughts of his interlude with Shadow left his mind, his attention swept up in the drama. 

It wasn’t until he was lying in bed, alone in the dark, that he had finally realized what he had done. 

He had tasted the forbidden fruit of a Berzatto, and craved it. 

He needed more. He was rock-hard again at the thought and memory of her tight around him; his hands clutched at his sheets, and he blinked up at the dark nothingness that was his ceiling. 

What was this? Richie’s hand automatically went to his dick, his mind replayed the encounter with more fervor, promising himself he’d call her in the morning….

[shera-dnd]

It's here! The fic where I finally keep my promise and TRANS EVERY LAST SCHNEE!

A little post canon fic where all our wonderful Schnees get together to celebrate their wonderful family

And trans one last gender while they're at it

Hope y'all enjoy some wholesome family fun

Music filled the rooms of the Schnee Household one afternoon, as it had many times. Its single permanent resident sang along as she cleaned the house, two things that little under a decade ago would seem impossible to her.

Back when she lived in a prison in the skies, instead of a house. Married to her own jailer, helplessly watching as her family fell apart bit by lonely bit.

Since then she had lost her son twice, watched her city fall, witnessed the apocalypse, and lived to tell the tale.

All that fear and grief had made her realize just how much of her life she had wasted, and thanks to her children she had managed to take hold of what was left of it.

Now Willow Schnee tried to live a life without regret, one where she treasured each day and spent her time in pursuit of joy instead of numbness.

So yes, she cleaned now, and sang, and cared for her home and her family.

Sure, the manor where she had spent her childhood was now buried under several tons of rubble. But they had a new place now, one that was smaller, cozier, more of a proper home.

Though Willow had to admit she wished she could have saved some of the old family portraits. Her father would have berated her if she even considered saving a portrait of him over saving herself and her children, but she couldn’t help but miss the comfort of that old man watching over her, or her mother’s tender smile.

Well, moving forward was the Schnee way after all. It was always best to create something new, than to wallow on something lost, and today her family would be creating something truly special.

The first proper portrait of their new family, where they all get to look happy as their true genuine selves.

Willow couldn’t help but giggle as she remembered how her children used to be, all so repressed, so miserable. All it took was one of them breaking free from their father’s mold and soon the others followed suit.

Oh and what wonderful people they grew up to be now that they could pursue their happiness. She could almost be jealous if she wasn’t busy being proud of them.

It had been so long since she last had them all together at home like this, and she was certain she would not make it through the day without crying.

Willow had barely finished cleaning for the day when she heard the first knock on the door. 

When she opened it she was greeted by the sight of her eldest daughter and her lovely wife.

“Hey, Miss Schnee,” May Marigold called with a carefree smile, “hope we didn’t arrive too soon. You know how your daughter is with this stuff.”

“Oh come here, dear,” Willow greeted, pulling her into a hug, “don’t you worry about it. You come right in and make yourself comfortable.”

Meanwhile Winter hadn’t said anything, or moved from her spot behind May, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with her mother.

Winter had been the most difficult to understand among her children. 

It all sounded so convoluted and contradictory to her at first, but in the end it was quite simple. Winter still saw herself as a woman, even if she preferred to present as a man. And if it made her daughter happy, who was Willow to judge her identity, or what she did with her looks?

And the woman in front of her looked as handsome as ever in her brand new Happy Huntress outfit - or Happy Huntsman as she had been nicknamed. Her chest had been flattened with a binder, and her suit had been tailored to emphasize her shoulders in a way that fit perfectly with her strong personality.

These had all been things Willow had seen before, but what she hadn’t expected, and what was causing her daughter’s embarrassment, was the buzzcut Winter was now awkwardly scratching.

“Hey, mom,” Winter called as if she was somehow a teenager again.

Willow chuckled, and pulled her daughter into arms, “it looks great on you, sweetie.”

“Thanks…” she answered, putting her arms around her mother stiffly, “...I hope you don’t mind me looking like this for the portrait.”

“If you’re happy with it, then it’s perfect,” Willow assured her, letting her daughter go.

As the two of them walked into the house and made their way into the living room, Willow could hear May mutter, “I told you it would be fine.”

Willow chuckled to herself, her daughters always worried over such silly things.

Speaking of, it wasn’t too long before her youngest arrived.

Whitney was still wearing her office clothes when she arrived. A nice white suit and black pencil skirt all detailed with elaborate snowflake patterns. Her hair was tied in a neat side braid that fell over her shoulder.

“Good evening, mother,” she greeted, leaning down to kiss her mom on the cheek. Whitney had always been tall, but in her heels she was easily taller than everyone else in the family. “Sorry I’m late. I got into another argument with Councilwoman Hill, and you know how she can get.”

Councilwoman. 

Her little girl was so young, and she was already part of the New Mantle council. 

Willow could not be prouder of her.

Now, if only she could go a day without arguing with her sister’s boss.

“There’s still plenty of time,” Willow assured her, “your brother hasn’t even arrived yet.”

“Of course he hasn’t,” Whitney rolled her eyes as she walked in, “I’ll be surprised if he isn’t late for his own wedding.”

“Don’t be so mean to him,” she playfully berated, “he’s a busy man.”

“Busy?” Whitney scoffed, “he saves the world once, and now he thinks we should all do things on his time.”

“Come on, you know he’s not like that,” Willow insisted. 

Besides, it had been his fiancee who had saved the world.

“I know, it’s just that–” whatever thought Whitney had was completely lost as she stepped into the living room and caught sight of her sister, “did you lose a bet?”

May burst out laughing at the comment, but Winter just glared up at her.

“Nice seeing you too, Whitney.”

“Ah, yes. Nice seeing you, sister,” she replied, before turning to May, “did you talk her into this?”

“Nope,” May answered, still chuckling a little, “she did this of her own free will.”

“Really!?” 

“Are you two done mocking me now?” Winter asked, arms crossed as she glared daggers at them.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. You look stunning with that haircut,” Whitney said, raising her hands in a surrender, “it’s just that it’s such a radical change for you. I remember it took us weeks to get you to even try out a binder.”

“And it took her weeks to psych herself up for this,” May clarified, “honestly if it weren’t for this whole portrait thing she would have probably mulled over this for another month.”

This did nothing to help Winter’s mood, who just turned to her mother to say, “that’s why I don’t let those two into the same room anymore.”

“Oh come now,” Willow waved her off, “this is just how they show affection and you know it.”

Winter just huffed in annoyance and looked away.

“And you love them too, don’t pretend” Willow teased.

“Unfortunately,” Winter grumbled.

Also unfortunate was the fact that May had heard her say so, because she casually hooked her arm around Winter and joked, “I mean, you married me, so I sure hope you do.”

This prompted laughter from both Whitney and Willow, much to Winter’s dismay. 

Thankfully there was another knock on the door, and Winter promptly offered to go and get it, if only to buy herself a small reprieve from her family’s nonsense.

There was no question as to who it was at the door, after all there was only one couple left to arrive.

“It looks great on you,” Willow heard her son’s voice in the hallways, “I swear. You look much better than me with short hair.”

“Well, I think you looked really handsome with that buzz cut,” his fiancee argued.

“You think everything looks handsome on me,” he argued with a chuckle.

“And I’m always right,” she countered.

And that’s when Willow saw them. Her sweet little boy and his wife to be.

Weiss and Ruby.

“Listen to your fiancee, dear,” Willow called as he entered the room.

Weiss smiled as he looked at her, “I always do, mom.”

He had grown so much. Not so much in height as his boots would lead one to believe, but he had still grown. Older, wiser, and definitely stronger than the repressed little boy that had left his family home all those years ago.

Weiss’s hair had been shaved on the sides, and tied in a messy ponytail. His face now sported a well kept stubble, and he wore a beautiful blue jacket with white and red accents, perfectly pairing with his fiancee.

For her part Ruby was wearing a corset and long combat skirt in beautiful blacks and reds, but still sporting Weiss’s signature white. Her hair had grown much longer and curlier than when Willow last saw her, with a loose strand brushed over her scarred eye.

Side by side like this they looked like the perfect pair. Like they were meant to be together. And the way they acted around each other they felt like they were too.

“Ms. Willow,” Ruby called, nearly throwing herself into Willow’s arms, “it’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you too, sweetie,” Willow answered, hugging her back, before turning to her son and extending an arm, “you come here too.”

Weiss did not complain, stepping into his mother’s arms and joining in the group hug.

“I missed you two,” Willow whispered to the two of them.

“I missed you too, mom,” Weiss replied.

Even nowadays, after everything they had done, her boy still spent so much of his life traveling the world and fighting evil. He was a huntsman, after all, it was to be expected. But it still meant she had to go so long without seeing him.

She pulled away from the hug and smiled at the two of them with pride.

“Alright, we can do sappy family stuff later,” Whitney interjected, “let’s get this portrait done while the lighting is still good.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Willow laughed softly, before more pointedly adding to Weiss, “and you button up that shirt, young man. I don’t want my son to be immortalized as a fuckboy.”

Weiss gasped, and Winter groaned.

“We really shouldn’t have let May teach you that word.”

With more than a little embarrassment, Weiss went about following his mom’s request. 

He had always enjoyed showing off his chest since he had figured out who he was, but as much as Willow supported him most of the time, that was simply not the look she wanted decorating their home for generations to come.

Soon the six of them were shuffling around the room, trying to find a good position in front of the camera, so everyone would get to be in frame. 

It was awkward, and there was more than a little elbowing between the siblings, but soon they had found a satisfying pose.

They were just about ready to set up the camera timer when Weiss interjected, “wait! I almost forgot.”

He extended his hand forward and a glyph formed in front of them. From it emerged a familiar frame clad in white armor.

“I know it’s not really him,” Weiss explained, “but I thought we should include grandpa Nicholas.”

Willow looked up at the white knight before her, like she had done so many times as a child.

“Yes, I think we should.”

~~~

Properly taking the portrait had resulted in a deluge of tears, mostly from Willow, though some from Whitney as well. 

But for once they were all happy tears. A feeling of accomplishment washing over the two Schnee women as they realized their dreams had finally come to pass.

Once the tears seemed to stop, and they had all settled down, came time for dinner. 

Though all five of them had offered to help her in the kitchen, Willow was more than happy to cook alone, just actually playing the role of mother for once while she listened to her family chatter about.

“I can’t believe you two managed to be so gay you looped back around to looking straight again,” Whitney joked as she looked over the portrait.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Weiss demanded.

“I’m saying that if someone who didn’t know us saw this picture they’d assume I had two straight brothers with two straight wives,” Whitney insisted.

“I take offense to that!” Ruby shouted.

“Don’t listen to her,” May interjected, “she’s just mad she’s the only Schneebling without a partner in the picture.”

Whitney scoffed, “I’ll have you know I’m quite happy being single,” there was a beat of silence before she added, “besides the last cute boy I tried to make things work with happened to share his body with the soul of an ancient wizard, and I’m not dealing with any of that.”

They all laughed together at this little bit of absurdity. 

All except Winter, who seemed deep in thought.

“Is it weird…” she eventually said, “that I kinda like the idea of being mistaken for a man even if I don’t like the idea of being a man?”

“Not in this family it’s not,” May argued, “we’re all different flavors of gender fucked weirdos.”

That had something Willow kept catching herself thinking about.

How none of her children turned out to be quite the way she expected.

It had all started with Weiss back when he had first been allowed to explore just who he was. Then it began to spread through the family, each of them stopping to think about what that meant for all of them. If they too were just playing a role, and if maybe there was something else they could be.

One by one they broke free from their father’s shackles, and grew up to be the wonderful people they are now.

It made Willow proud, but there was still another feeling it caused in her.

“I’ve always been jealous of you three,” Willow admitted apropos of nothing.

It was as if a record had been scratched. 

All in the room turned to look at Willow in surprise at what she had just said.

“Oh, you know, getting to explore your identity and all that,” Willow tried to justify herself, “Nicholas had always been a kind, accepting man, but… well it’s not like I even knew there were options back then.”

“Uh, Miss Willow,” Ruby called, “you do know there’s no age limit on that stuff, right?”

“Oh I know, dear,” Willow assured her, “I just thought it would have been nicer to have a chance to do it back when I was younger.”

Ruby and Weiss shared a look, before Weiss added, “mom, have you been questioning that stuff lately?”

“Only the normal amount after watching all my children go through the same process,” she insisted, though that only prompted more stares, “what? Did I say something wrong?”

“The normal amount?” Whitney asked, one eyebrow raised.

“I mean, it’s only natural after seeing all three of you come out as some flavor of trans,” she argued.

“I guess you’re right,” Whitney surrendered, though her eyes were still narrowed, “...did you find anything out?”

Honestly Willow did not understand why they were treating this like some kind of interrogation all of a sudden, but it’s not like she had any reason not to answer.

“At first I even considered I might be similar to your brother, but I don’t think I ever felt as strongly about my gender as he did,” she admitted, thinking back to her childhood,  “I’ve had my moments growing up of fancying a nice suit, or wishing people would call me sir, but they had always been fleeting things. One week I’d be jealous of my father’s beard, and the next just thinking of beards made me itchy and uncomfortable.”

Willow laughed at that one, she remembered asking Nicholas when she’d grow a big beard like his. 

What a silly child she was…

“Still, that’s hardly enough to justify any drastic rethinking of my identity, right?” Willow shrugged, “I guess everyone has these little flights of fancy.”

Once again there was silence in the room. 

The five of them looked between each other as if waiting for one of them to take the initiative.

“Uh, ma’am,” May was the first to break the silence, “have you considered you might be gender fluid?”

“If this is an alcohol joke, it’s in very poor taste,” she shot back.

“No, I mean…” May opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find the right words, “like maybe your gender changes over time?”

Willow blinked a few times.

Like her gender changes over time?

That was… odd. 

She was pretty sure one’s gender was one of those things that was set in stone. 

That’s how it had been explained to her at least. 

Weiss hadn’t become a boy, he had always been one. That had always been his gender, they just hadn’t known about it until then.

“That’s… not how that works, right?” Willow asked, not fully sure she was understanding this correctly.

There were some non-committal noises coming from May before Winter interrupted.

“Gender is a lot more complicated than you think, mom,” she spoke with the tired tone of someone who learned that from experience.

That was… something to think about. 

For now all she managed to say was, “Huh.”

That got a giggle out of Whitney, who just blurted out the words, “I can’t believe there’s not a single cis person in this family.”

[chilipowder9]

I'M LOW ENERGY, SAD I CAN'T SEW YET, AND TERRIFIED OF MY DEPRESSION CAVE

I'm going to ignore EVERYTHING and be creative in a lazy way that still makes me feel good!!

I'm going to give a preset sim a makeover!

I respect real people's style choices...

...BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I HAVE TO RESPECT SIMS' STYLE CHOICES THIS IS HIDEOUS!!!!

Context: I have a sims world were my sim has a industrial diy shack that's a repurposed warehouse with a bunch of cheap or upcycled things, and I allow friends and other sims I make to be friends to move in, often just adding yet another bunk, or even a tree house

so let's start with the first sim who asked to join our little punk found family (even though I've been working on making my best friend in the sims, I would show y'all my current sim but she is literally me built into the sims - my name included - and I do not wish to show that around the internet, the little portrait in the corner is too much to me anyway but I'm too lazy to do anything about it

I'm not messing with her outfit one bit yet, I'm changing her first, I love what they tried to do, but they failed to do it, so I'm going to try and make Lilith Vatore still Lilith Vatore, but more to my liking... oh yeah, the eyebrows are gone

okay maybe I like them just a bit toned down

now remember guys: I don't want a model, just someone I don't mind seeing every in game night (vampire sim)

her lips don't need to go but they do need adjusting

basically just make them wider, she's already almost model in my opinion

while I understand some people may be in love with her hairstyle, I am not

this is a similar hairstyle that doesn't throw me off for the perfectly square bangs (seriously, if you have perfectly square bangs good job idk how y'all do it)

and literally with that her physical existence is done! Now I'm gonna mess with her makeup!!

I already can't remember what she had so I'm gonna wing it!

I'd say I did good since I never do makeup

now....the outfit...

got an upgrade!

I'm antsy to get this posted so I'll just update when I do Business

[asoiaf-artbrdr]

Tyrion Lannister

Then he saw the other one, waddling along half-hidden by his brother's side. Tyrion Lannister, the youngest of Lord Tywin's brood and by far the ugliest. All that the gods had given to Cersei and Jaime, they had denied Tyrion. He was a dwarf, half his brother's height, struggling to keep pace on stunted legs. His head was too large for his body, with a brute's squashed-in face beneath a swollen shelf of brow. One green eye and one black one peered out from under a lank fall of hair so blond it seemed white. Jon watched him with fascination. - Game, Jon I

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Shop notes below!

It's been a few days! I've been bedridden recently and hadn't prepared my queue enough in advance. It gave me some time to think though, and I've decided I won't be bothering with including quotes in the future. There are over 80 portraits I've got ready to go, so finding descriptive quotes for each was becoming a time sink. Instead, I'm going to write about my process creating each portrait when I post them. Who better to start with than Tyrion?

First, a description of Artbreeder for the unfamiliar: it is a tool which allows the user (breeder, colloquially) to blend images together and adjust their contents and style incrementally. This is primarily achieved through the use of genes, which are something like filters on the image. They can produce all sorts of modifications, from hair color to the shape of the jaw. However, they're made by the community and can be very volatile! Often you'll get the hair looking how you want, only to have screwed up the expression or age of the subject in the process. I find using Artbreeder is a matter of patiently balancing these alterations until I'm satisfied with the result.

Tyrion's portrait was one of the earlier ones I began on. Unfortunately, there isn't much on Artbreeder aimed to represent dwarfism. What I did find was for the dwarves of lotr >.> I hope I've achieved proportions that feel authentic (I welcome any feedback on the matter!). At the same time, I wanted to maintain familial resemblance. Since I often futzed with my other Lannister portraits, I had to eventually go back and adjust Tyrion to match. For a long time, they all had blue-green eyes as the genes available then would mess with skin color or look too unrealistic, but recently there's been some better genes available for eye color. Artbreeder does have some major limitations - there is nothing that would allow me to show Tyrion's heterochromia, or create his scarring. His hair, I did my best on. I think with time I could make something more stripey (I've succeeded with my Ghiscari hair) but it would probably be at the sacrifice of the rest of his coloring if not features, so I'm leaving that as it is for now.

Overall, I like the end result. I struggle not to picture show!Tyrion, tbh! But Dinklage is way too old and much too handsome to really embody what's described in the text!

Thanks for all the positive comments, likes, and reblogs <3 It's made me feel very cheerful lately! I hope y'all like this portrait too.

[00ff00]

Got an oc ?

Someone you've got a message for ?

A fave you'd like more fanarts of ?

Support me, my work, and get a sketch by buying me a ko-fi!

I'm opening sketch commissions! Payments will be done through ko-fi for now. LINK TO KO-FI GOOGLE FORM

Turkish mutuals, since ko-fi is done through paypal, you can send me a dm if you're interested and I'll try to arrange something.

Each sketch costs one ko-fi, which is 5€. Along with that, you will need to fill out this google form. Delivery of the final sketch will be done through e-mails.

Each sketch will be done under 15 minutes. I will not send wips! You can give me as much instruction as you'd like in the form, and edit it later, but once it is done and the sketch is delivered, it is done. This is where the price comes from. What's great is that this allows me to get them done faster, and for you to get them sooner! I will only draw ONE character in each sketch. So no pairings sadly :((

If you want to, you can send me a short sentence or two for the person or animal in your sketch to say! This is great for gifts or a personalised card!

Prices will go up every 10 to 15 commissions. So grab yours quick! Next price will be 7,50€.

In the form, you will be required to attach at least one visual reference. One of them should be from the bust up of the person/character at least, meaning fullbody works too. If you want your sketch to be a portrait, please specify under "any additional comment ?" in the form. Here is a list of what I mean by "visual reference" :

A drawing of yours, no matter your skill level.

A photograph, especially for pets and real people.

A collage of different people your OC looks like.

A SIMS. I can not stress this enough, if you happen to have this game, make a sims, this is extremely helpful. You can add further information/correct a few things by writing those down if needed. Any character creation or customization screen in game works too.

Fanarts, or if it's your oc, previous commissions done by other artists.

References taken from fan wikis.

As a bonus, you can also add posing references taken from pinterest if there's something specific on your mind! Same thing for the expression of the character.

The form even accepts pdf, so send me a slide show if that's what you want! I'm fine with that! But if you've only got one crystal clear fullybody picture that works too.

WILL DRAW :

Your friends and family

You (get yourself a custom pfp!)

OCs (Yours or your friend's!)

Fictional characters

Pets

Idols/singers/actors/drag artists

WILL NOT DRAW :

Any historical, cultural or major political figure, deity, real life serial killer or criminals, cult or party leader, etc. No fret! You'll still get a sketch, I'll simply send you an e-mail asking you to change your pick.

Lolis/shotas

Nsfw/heavy gore

The product of this commission may not be used for commercial or advertising purposes, have it's lineart be altered or signature be cropped, etc. Under french law, I keep a moral right on everything I draw as an author, from the moment I made it.

Thank you so so much for reading this until now and for your interest in getting a sketch from me! All reblogs are greatly appreciate it and are of great help as well <3 See y'all soon for the rest of the regularly scheduled content!

[ask-the-sinclair-brothers]

I drew y'all sum! Also, what music/song do you all like to listen to while y'all work?

Hey there Vinny here, first of all damn you are very talented! You captured me and my brothers perfectly. Including Lester's golden smile. jk. Don't tell him I said that out loud.

And as for me the music, it can vary from classical to rock just depends on what i'm in the mood for.

Well damn! The one and only family portrait where the three of us are on and not being lil shits to eachother. You are talented for sure! Is my neck that detailed. Well thanks for the compliment dear. ~Winks~

I mean good looks go with good taste don't they? For me I mostly like to listen to music that gets my energy going and where I can finish a job without being bothered. So it has to be as loud and busy as needed so I can finish some shit.

Well damn! Can I keep it? Because this will be perfect to put in the glove department in mah truck. To look at whenever I have a shitty day or sumthing. I really appreciate this since me, Bo and Vincent don't got much pics together yaknow.