#snc oc

[amphitriteswife]

Masterlist (ror/snv)

🩵💙General💙🩵

💖‘Would you still love me if i was a worm?’ [all]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as Students (pt1) [poseidon, loki, qin shi huang]

💖Ror/ Snv character as Students pt2 [hades, shiva, buddha]

💖Ror/snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt1 [poseidon, hades, hermes, beel, buddha]

💖Ror/ Snv characters as teachers/ subjects pt2 [qin shi huang, Loki, Brunhilde]

💖Ror/ snv characters and their manhwa kid (imo) [poseidon, apollo, hades, hermes, thor]

💖Ror/ snv characters going to a state fair [poseidon, hades, loki]

🔱Poseidon🔱

🌊How would Poseidon handle a baby?

🌊Poseidon x Amphitrite! Reader (angst)

🌊Until we reach the surface (poseidon x amphy reader based on mythology)

🌊Poseidon x daughter! Reader

🌊Poseidon x baby reader (old)

🌊Love casino (unserious and one can see it as amphy or not)

🌊Poseidon gamer HC (unserious)

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt2

🌊Poseidon onlyfans HC pt1

🌊Kiss me don’t leave me (amphy reader relevant, academia AU!)

🎭Loki🎭

💚Too far in to turn away (angst)

💚Sound of broken memories (angst)

💚Marry me! (Loki x sigyn reader?)

💚Rainy days (Loki x reader)

☀️Apollo☀️

🔆Rejection (apollo x male! Reader)

Seven lucky gods

🪷Benzaiten x moon goddess reader!

Hindu pantheon

⛈️Into the light (Indra x fem! Reader) request!

My own Oc’s

Oceanus (greek)

Seth (egyptian)

Tethys (greek)

Fucked up triton( greek)

Redraw triton (greek)

Persephone (greek)

Zagreus (greek)

My requests:

[urfavleo777]

warnings: a mention of death, loneliness, depression. soundtrack: last christmas, santa baby, let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!

this is part 1.

The day before Christmas 10:15 PM

"Oh, thank you so much, Y/n," your boss said warmly. A few strands fell onto her narrow shoulders, caressing the fabric of her burgundy sweater. She was no more than sixty but with her class she would still beat most of the modern supermodels.

You've been working at Josephine's shop since November with the main goal of earning extra money for your college. You needed it to pay for your college tuition. Before, your financial situation was making you suffer. You no longer had any hope. You were even close to dropping out of college. But then Josephine appeared, looking for an employee for her Christmas store. After a very long period of poverty you could finally afford a nutritious meal during the day.

Your previous boss didn't treat you right. He was behind in paying you money, he didn't respect the fact that you had studies outside of work, and there were times when he was verbally violent towards you.

Josephine was always understanding towards you and took an extremely sensible approach to mental health. She assured you many times that if you felt unwell, she would immediately offer you a break from work for a few days. You tried not to take advantage of her kindness, so at ten o'clock in the morning you diligently fulfilled your duties in the Christmas store.

Today was quite… different. It was Friday evening and instead of enjoying your free time in your small apartment, Josephine asked you to take over the duties until midnight.

"I have so much mess to clean up at home, and tomorrow is the day. If you said no, I would probably have let all my grandchildren down. Last year I promised them I will bake cupcakes for the next Christmas. They were so excited and happy about it…"

You giggled at her adorable confession.

"No problem, I swear," you assured her, but the woman didn't seem fully convinced. "Josephine, I don't mind staying here for a bit longer. It helps me to relieve stress a lot."

Josephine pursed her lips. Then she straightened her slightly hunched back and whispered with a soft smile on her face:

"Your soul is so pure. Your parents must be so proud of you."

At the sound of these words, spoken with surprising lightness, you immediately stiffened.

Parents, a thought crossed your mind.

Right. She couldn't know.

You brushed strands of long hair from your cheek, smiling awkwardly. Josephine started looking chaotically for her purse. Once she found it, she hugged you and squeezed your hands. When you felt her warmth in your hands, you froze. No one has ever given you as much love as Josephine did in that moment.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, but I really have to go. I'll make it up to you!" She turned and started towards the exit. When the door opened, frosty night air rushed in. An old guy walked in, passing your boss, but you didn't pay attention to him. Instead, you looked in Josephine's green eyes for the last time. She lowered her voice a bit, continuing. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

Oh, no one in this world knew how much you hated those words. You swallowed loudly, pushing away the feeling of sadness with all your strength. The sight of the smile on the woman's face made you feel a knot in your stomach.

"Merry Christmas, Josephine," you replied, trying to reciprocate this warm gesture. After a moment, you realized that you had said it to yourself. Josephine was already gone. Now in the room, there was only you and an older customer, probably looking around for gifts for his loved ones.

11:55 PM

"Uh, is anybody there?"

You caught yourself falling asleep, but the stranger's nervous and deep voice woke you up.

You looked up from the till and saw an older man standing in front of you. His white beanie and fluffy Christmas sweater definitely caught your attention. You rubbed your eyes and was about to laugh when you realized how thin he was dressed. Okay, maybe he wasn't that old.

It seemed like he had arrived by car, because no one would wear just a sweater in a snowstorm like that. Before you could respond, the man overtook you.

"Okay, okay. I know you're about to close, but listen to me. This case is extremely serious. I drove all over town and, damn it! All Christmas shops are already closed! Can you help me choose the gifts? If you don't help me, I will be.."

You raised an eyebrow, trying your best not to smile. He got stuck in his little speech, but you had no idea why. Instead of continuing, he lost himself in your gaze, completely ignoring the ticking of the clock behind you. His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes which were already almost black seemed to darken as he focused on you. His body went rigid as he searched your eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He was beautiful. You had never thought of a guy as beautiful, and it was strange. It was strange how he seemed to be looking right into your soul. But you didn't mind. No, you didn't care at all.

Or.. maybe a little bit.

In fact, you were the one who jumped back like someone had burned you when you realized it was almost time to close the shop.

"You must leave this store. Now."

"Huh?" he frowned, distracted. It took a while for it to dawn on him. "No! You can't do this to me."

You took the key out of the locker and were in the process of closing the cash register. Shit. Nobody taught you how to do that. That was always Josephine's responsibility and she was the one who always closed the shop. The man looked at you strangely. You decided to pretend you knew what you were doing.

"Do you even work here?" he mocked.

You felt his eyes on you and you clenched your jaw. You glanced up to tell him to piss off, but then your eyes met and the feeling of anger melted away. His eyes were widened slightly as you looked at him curiously. He felt the nerves radiating off of you. You shot him a tight lipped smile and you felt himself smile back. Fuck.

"Shit," you cussed under your breath. "I have to close the shop now."

You were still struggling to close the cash register.

"I'll help you close it," he muttered, still staring at you but you were too tired to even notice. "I've dealt with this before, too."

"And why should I believe you? Maybe you are some kind of thief? "

11:58. Fuck. The time was passing.

"I am not a thief."

"And why should I believe you?" you repeated the question once again.

"Just google my name," he sighed a little tiredly. You blinked your eyes twice, not knowing what he meant. "Let me buy something for my parents and I'll do whatever you want."

When you heard parents, you forgot what he had just told you. You were definitely traumatized or triggered by the word "parents", which was usually noticeable by the sudden change in your behavior.

Your soft breaths echoed through the whole Christmas shop. You lowered your head, completely embarrassing yourself in front of the potential client. It was the second time today. At least you didn't have to explain yourself to Josephine because you were able to mask it before.

"Please, don't hurt him." Y/n cried. "Please, I can't lose him too."

[…]

"Don't take loans on the black market, or you'll end up just like them."

[…]

"I'm completely alone."

[…]

"Shit, are you okay?"

You looked up, grimace on your face as the tall body of a man came into view. He looked concerned as he crouched down before you. His dark eyes searched for any indication you were in pain and when he saw you weren't he held out his hand for you to take.

"I'm okay," you nodded. "What am I doing on the floor?"

"I saw you fall," he said, as he lifted you up. You brushed the dust and dirt from your jeans. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you shook her head, still stunned. "Not much anyways."

"You hit the ground pretty hard," he frowned. "Maybe you should get yourself checked out."

You let out a forced laugh and he raised a brow. "Honestly, I'm good."

He nodded his head, eyes narrowed slightly before sighing. "Let me take care of you. Need a ride?"

God, just a few seconds ago he was using his all strength to buy something for his parents. Unless..

"Show me your pockets."

"What?" he frowned. He tried to find some clue in your eyes. "You think I stole something?"

God, he was atleast a foot taller than you were and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

"Well, seems like I have no choice," he shrugged.

The two of you fell silent, it wasn't awkward but neither knew what to say. He emptied all his pockets, the only things he had were his phone and his bank card.

You wanted to sink into the ground.

This stranger just offered to help you and you thought he was a thief. You tilted your head back, thinking about your next move.

You sighed, knowing exactly what you should do.

"Take it."

You handed him a matching sweaters that you assumed should be for his parents. He sighed in relief.

He was about to take out his card to pay, but you placed your hand on his, trying to making him understand that he doesn't have to pay.

"Just close the till, please." You smiled, feeling a bit better now. "And make your loved ones happy."

"No," he refused quickly "I have to pay for it. There is nothing for free."

It took a while to convince him not to pay. He finally sighed and accepted the two wrapped gifts from you. After he closed the till, he offered you a ride once again.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?"

You were just leaving the store. It was cold. That was perhaps the understatement of the century. You couldn't remember the last time you had been so cold: the spiteful wind sliced through you like a sharpened blade, leaving a chill that shook you to your very core, and you tightened the thick scarf around you neck, pulling it up over your mouth. You locked the door and both went away, looking for his car, which wasn't parked that far away.

"It's strange that you don't know me."

"Woah, so you're kind of celebrity?" you laughed loudly. "You've got a big ego, man."

You finally reached his car. You didn't even notice the color because it was too dark and the car itself was covered in snow. But it didn't matter.

"Oh, that's very kind of you. Thank you." You said surprised as he opened the car door for you. He gave you a small smile. You took the front passenger seat. When you heard the sound of the trunk being closed, you realized that he must have been putting the gifts in there. You saw him through the snow-covered window. His hair was messy, and his sweater was slightly damp from the snow. His pink cheeks totally stole your heart. He looked like a little child after playing in the snow for several hours

"I'm Y/n," you spoke up as he appeared next to you. He clicked the heat button, smiling to himself. "Normal people usually say their name after my introduction."

"Who said I was normal?" you rolled your eyes before bursting out laughing again.

"You've got a beautiful name," he said, starting the car. "You can just call me Colby."

His eyes found yours and he smiled brightly. Your tiredness melted away instantly and you grinned back at him.

"Colby," you whispered to yourself.

"Hm?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. After a moment you could feel the relaxing warmth.

"Uhm," you cleared your throat. "You've got a beautiful name, too."

The corners of your mouth turned upwards. Eventually you stopped having everything under control. It was inexplicable. Every word this boy said aroused some emotion in you. It was strange because you two had just met.

He wanted to know more about you, every single thing. What you like, what you love. A twisted smile formed on his face. As he continued to steal glances at a female, who remained clueless about his mind.

You glanced out the car window, trying to see anything but darkness. Thanks to the car lights, you could have noticed that the streets were empty, not a person in sight that late, not even the stray dog walker or person who decided to go for a late night walk or run. Cars passed by from time to time, but there weren't many of them.

"Not a single soul." Colby sighed, a dreamy smile on his face as he looked down on the road. You nodded, stifling a yawn.

"I bet most of them are washing windows now," you whined, making him chuckle. "Can you take me to the nearest gas station? It's not far from home."

You noticed a slight disappointment on his face, which he quickly masked.

"Yeah, sure."

For a moment there was silence, and you took the opportunity to organize your thoughts. You wondered if you should start a conversation about what happened at the store. You were sure Colby had been thinking about it the whole time, but he didn't want to be too insightful. Even if he asked about your past, you wouldn't know what to answer him. That your parents owed a debt to evil people and died for not paying it off?

You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought. You stared at the moon, trying to calm your thoughts. Then you took a moment to appreciate that wonderful, breathtaking boy next to you. You looked at him in some kind of admiration. He was so beautiful that you were about to cry. You were so close to burying your hand in his messy hair, but it took all of your strength to hold back. A smirk formed on his face as he noticed you staring at his facial features. Instead of laughing at you, he simply changed the topic.

"How do you spend Christmas?"

"Hm?" you muttered, your voice still laced with sleep.

Colby raised his eyebrows at you. "You got a Christmas tree?"

You looked up at him and were torn between telling him the truth or lying.

"I spend Christmas alone. I don't have, I don't have anyone around me with whom I could share this evening. Also, Christmas are overrated. "

"I can help," he said, the words dropping out before he could think about them. Ordinarily, he calculated his sentences, sometimes spending hours or even days thinking about how he would word something, whether it was an email to a friend or a hypothetical debate. But there was no time for that now, the dilemma thrust right into his face with no escape route.

"What?" You swallowed.

"I can help you," he said. "You shouldn't be alone in this time. If you let me, I'd love to invite you to dinner with my p—. " he stopped mid-sentence. You felt like crying. No one in your life has ever shown you as much love as this man. Okay, maybe except Josephine.

"You don't mean that," you said quietly.

"I do," he said, a little more confidence in his voice now. "Let me help. I'll do anything. You shouldn't be alone. You can't be alone. Can I help?"

A faint smile grew over your lips and you nodded, colour rising to your cheeks as your smile grew. "Thank you. But your family-"

"Oh, they will be delighted to meet you."

He seemed nice enough, you thought, and there were surely worse ways to spend the next couple of hours than accepting his helping hand: you could take your mind off the solitude and maybe even make a friend.

But nothing could help you forget your past.

To Be Continued.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Finally Meeting pt. 2

pairing: Colby Brock x fem!reader

warning: anxiety mentions, fluff

A/N: since everyone is asking for a second part so here it is and i hope everyone likes it!!

Y/N’s POV

the next day

Colby posted on his social medias about me and how the death threats are getting out of hand and how they affected me in a week.

twitter

colbybrock: you know I’m all about positivity, but this has gone too far. please stop giving my girlfriend these threats that are making her upset and she doesn’t deserve this, she told you guys to treat people with kindness and she’s not seeing that, she’s seeing the opposite. everyone in the trap house loves her and she loves them. once again, like she said, treat people with kindness ❤️

The death threats died down after that post and anytime I would post something like me ghost hunting with Colby or Corey and Elton the comments would be so positive it’ll make me feel better and happy. But eventually I took a break from social media so I can be with Colby, his friends, and my family if they want anything from me.

Sam, Colby, Kat, and I went to Disneyland and there were a lot of fans of Sam and Colby coming up to us and some of them would give me dirty looks, I would get some anxiety attacks but I would try to hide my feelings in front of the fans.

After the fans we went on rides but Colby noticed my anxiousness.

“Are you okay?” He whispers in my ear.

“A little.” I whisper.

“Don’t worry about them, we’re here for you Y/N, if something happens we’ll be there for you and we’ll leave if you want.” Colby says to me.

I nod, “Okay.”

Eventually I calmed down during the day and we had such a great time at Disneyland and when we were going back home I fell asleep in the car. When I woke up for the next morning, I was in Colby’s bed. I felt calmer than ever.

Colby and I stayed at the trap house while everyone else went out to do videos for a while. I get a phone call from my mom.

OUR PHONE CALL

“Hi sweetie!”

“Hi mom.” I said kinda upset.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um, I think people hate me.” I confess.

“Why would you think that Y/N/N?”

“Anytime I go out with Colby, his fans give me dirty looks and I get uncomfortable and I want to leave immediately.”

“Don’t let them get to you, you’re with your boyfriend and you should be happy and feel safe with him. I’ve never seen you this happy in a long time and I want you to be happy with yourself Y/N/N.”

I tear up, I know I should be happy about Colby but I just want to stay at the house all daylong because of his fans being rude to me.

I eventually hang up from the phone call and I walk around to find Colby editing a video so I came from behind and hug him, he grabs my arm softly.

“Who was on the phone with you?” He says looking up at me.

“My mom, she just wanted to know how I was doing here.” I look down at him.

“I overheard that you think people hate you.” He says still looking at me.

“Colb, anytime we go out together, I feel like everyone is judging me, I know that I should ignore them but they just get to me.” I confess.

“Y/N, you know that if you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me and we can leave the situation.” He says.

“I know.” I sniffle.

“Don’t cry Y/N/N, everyone that we know knows that we’re happy and no one will stop us from what we’re doing, I love you so much, don’t let anyone get to you.” Colby whispers into my ear.

I look at him in happiness, he makes me smile and he knows that I shouldn’t get that shit into my mind.

“You’re right about that, I just get scared and not think about people get to me.” I say still hugging him.

He kisses my cheek. I feel a little better, I love him so much.

2 WEEKS LATER

Colby films are video about our situation and he got me to be in the video. A lot of people noticed that my facial expressions were happy, anxious, and relaxed while I was sitting next to him.

I read some comments and they were pretty sweet to be honest.

solbyschild: let’s accept that colby is happy and accept that Y/N is happy :) 🥰

taylorswiftfannn13: i think that Y/N seems super sweet! i don’t know why people are hating her???

colbybfan: people are insane, just accept that colby is dating someone and move on!!

inlovewithcolby: i’ve seen her instagram and it’s really cool and she seems like a nice person, and people hate her???? WHY!!!

All I can do is smile and because there’s people out there that’ll support you no matter what you do depends on who it is.

A/N: part 3???

[bonfire-beret]

spooky scary skeletons...

Behold! I've been putting off making a ref sheet for so long ahh. I just noticed the number on her shoulder is backwards :,,,,( its supposed to be iv

I sure hope she doesn't do anything evil

[doktorneek]

redesigning ancient characters from my grim photoshop lasso tool art days when i wanted to do a dum post apocalyptic comic

[whackymormonfemboy]

This is what peak male performance looks like, folks.

[summonhouse]

CATASTROPHYTE SEXYMAN OC BRACKET POLL

What is sexyman? Is it who you are attracted to, or an objective analysis of popular perception? I Don't Care. Vote however.

Wireframe and Lawrie (SNC)

Pith and Sterling

Lawrie (Original) and the Perfect Person

Catch 22 and Fortune

Sweetheart and Roblox Potion

Xerox and Forte

Dramaturgy and House

Ruler of Everything and Schism

[d3m0nicdream]

Ao3 update:

If you guys didn't know, I have an Ao3 account where I will post some of my stories on there as well. I don't have much at the moment but I have so many WIP's at the moment, it'll fill up eventually. I don't post more often then I do on here but there I will have my own original stories posted then have nothing to do with fandoms so be on the lookout for those.

Ao3 Sam and Colby Works

I don't just post SnC stuff. I have some other things coming as well such as stray kids and OC things.

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RULES

No racism

No homophobia

No pedophilia

No criticism

No Transphobia

Don't be rude

NSFW is fine to a certain degree

Please understand I'd I can't answer you I have a life other than what I have on Tumblr

I do x reader posts just ask

Do not talk about sex I do not feel comfortable with it

Be nice to people here

My Art Rules

What I do draw

Fursonas

Ocs x adult character

Ocs x pantonically child/teen characters

Reference sheets

D&D characters

Tattoo ideas

Slightly suggestive art

What I don't do

Fetish art

Nsfw art

Meme art

Child x adult

Vore art

Yandere art

Fandoms and things I write and draw for

What I do write and draw for

Fnaf

Demon slayer

D&D

Furries

Subnautica

SnC

Legends of zelda

Linked universe

Channel logos

Mha

Pokémon

Monster Hunter rise

What I don't write and draw for

Black butler

Vtuber

Mlp

Welcome home

Black clover

The promised never land

Sally face

Just remember to ask me more about my boundaries for art and writing

My Art commissions are closed

My writing commissions are open

My Art prices

Sketch 5.00$ (full body + 50€)

Sketch in color 6.00$ (full body + 60€)

Full drawing with color accessories and specific details 10.00$

Reference sheet 11.00$

Fersonas 7.00$(full body + 10€

extra expressions + 20€ paw pads +1€ more than one sheet + 90 €)

Stickers 10€

Ocs 13.00$

Animation 20.30$ (short animation 10.00$) (long animation 20.30$)

Tattoo ideas free- 30.00$ (small tattoo free) (medium 10.00$)(large 20.00$)(extra large 30.00$)

My cash app will be added later

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Characters I Write For;

the tenth doctor (doctor who)

sam golbach (snc)

colby brock (snc)

anakin skywalker (star wars)

obi-wan kenobi (star wars, prequel trilogy)

harry hook (descendants)

ben florian (descendants)

tangerine (bullet train)

alexei vronsky (anna karenina, 2012)

pietro maximoff (mcu)

aged up dipper pines (gravity falls)

Boundaries:

smut - may change in the future but at the moment, I'm not comfortable sharing that type of writing

age gaps - and/or anything to do with minors unless its for harry because most of the universe he is a minor. other works will be adult only

I don't mind who reads my writing since all of it should be pg, but there is a general warning for cursing and violent tendencies due to the nature of the characters I write for

requests are completely fine but please don't get upset if it takes me ages to write it I'm just getting back into writing

no requests for particular/details reader/oc I want anyone to be able to read this no matter looks/personality

request a character not listed! I might be able to write them!

I did have a couple tommyinnit, old tenth doctor and aziracrow fanfictions on this account that unfortunately got lost to time, I'll do my best to add them back to my masterlist but it might take a while to find them so I apologise for that! sending all the love, hope you enjoy my works ��

[jasper-the-menace]

Writer’s First Line Game

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first sentences as you have.

Tagged by @yellingaboutmasseffect - Thanks!

No pressure tags: @raesand and @pinesodaexists

I'm going to tuck all of mine under a read more. Also, do NOT take a shot (even of water) for every fanfic I have set in New Capenna, you will die.

Blood and Songbirds | Magic The Gathering | T-rated

A vampire demon hybrid is certainly rare, enough so that meeting another one awakens a fatherly side of Xander that he's not familiar with. But after the Adversary rears his head, Xander finds out the hard way that he's in for the long haul. A partial reworking of the Streets of New Capenna set to help me develop my OCs and wrap up a bunch of SNC plotlines that seem like they've been abandoned in favor of the Phyrexian plotline.

Personally, I'm going to post the first paragraph of this one:

“Well? Where is he?” Xander asked. His right knee – how long has that been injured again? – throbbed painfully, reminding him to lean more on his cane as he spoke to his agents.

The next two "fics" I've been working on are future scenes for Blood and Songbirds, so they'll be bonuses for this section:

Arc 2:

Cliff edges were shattered and fallen. Trees were uprooted or incinerated. There was a clear path of destruction leading farther and farther away from New Capenna. As the family heads got closer to the source, it became very apparent that it had been dragged far away on purpose.

Arc 4, this one just gets a sentence:

“This world will be brought to heel.”

Heat Wave | Magic The Gathering | E-rated but unposted so far

It's…it's New Capenna Omegaverse smut, come on guys, cut me some slack. This one gets the first paragraph too.

Shifting. Crossing his legs. Uncrossing them. Shifting again. Straightening up in the seat. Slouching and crossing his legs again.

Chimahaven | Magic The Gathering - LEGO Legends of Chima crossover | T-rated but unposted so far

Whoops, characters from a dead LEGO series got transported to Arcavios and transformed into native species, so now they have to go to magic college and figure out what the fuck happened to them.

Scorm glared at his own reflection in the mirror, looking his strange new body up and down. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but it felt…weaker, softer, than he had been before. His scowl was far easier to read now that he had a mouth. He pushed his new golden-blonde hair out of his face. According to the Mavinda Sharpbeak owl lady who found him, Scolder, Spinlyn, and Braptor, the four Crawlers were now humans.

Returned | Magic The Gathering | T-rated but unposted so far

The angels of Capenna have returned. Their three archangels now have to deal with the fact that the demons are still somehow not dead yet and prepare for the upcoming Phyrexian Invasion with their help.

The city of New Capenna was beautiful. For all of their faults, the archdemons knew how to build a city and how to make it look good. But the archangel could feel the Halo coursing through the city, the blood of both the angels and demons. Had even one event changed, perhaps if the archdemons were more giving than the archangels or there were more archangels than there were archdemons, it would have been the angels running the show and bleeding the demons until they turned to stone.

Tea Time | Dragon Ball Super - Dungeons and Dragons | T-rated but unposted so far

Essentially a story about Gowasu, the Supreme Kai of Universe 10, having a strange friend in the tyrant god of Faerun, while Bane also goes on to become a God of Destruction for another universe because he doesn't believe in cross-universe laws.

The former human’s footsteps were oddly quiet as he walked across the planet. He shuffled around in his duffel bag one more time to make sure he had everything before he reached the doors and quietly knocked. The door creaked open on its own, however. The man, confused, stepped inside and looked around.

The Dragonborn Priests series | The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim | varies

Instead of slaying the Dragon Priests, the Dragonborn extends the hand of friendship and allies with them to take on Miraak and Harkon. And it all starts with Krosis.

From story one, Seeking Sorrow:

The sky. It was Krosis’ favorite thing in life and undeath. It was where his dragon lord flew. It was where he saw the colors of life painted every day and night. It was where the refreshing wind that filled his lungs came from. It was the source of magic, holes poked into the fabric of night.

From story two, First Lessons:

Krosis’ first lesson was the hunt.

Put To Rest | The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim | E-rated but unposted so far

When a strange necromancer reopens Haldriin's resting place, the spectral dragon priest goes to the Dragonborn Erinye for help getting the invader out of his tomb and to return to his physical body. Things get…strange and complicated from there.

Stomping through the cold snows of Skyrim would have been agitating and even illness-inducing if one was not already dead. Haldriin would be floating right now if he could bother, but he – in his spectral form – was too pissed off to opt for that route. Sometimes you need to stomp to get your anger out. He couldn’t kick open the door of the Dragonborn’s house due to his aforementioned incorporeality, so he settled for walking up to the door and yelling.

[stylezxsilvermoon]

get to know the writer/ about me!

hi guys, i decided to make another about me post, since things have changed on my blog and stuff about me! my name is jamila, but my nickname is mila and here i mainly go by mila, i'm 18, and i love writing about people i adore in alternate universes! although i am legal i do not appreciate being sexualized and flirted with, my friends are allowed to flirt with me (playfully) but if i do not know you do NOT come in my ask box saying weird ass fucking shit, and i mean that. it makes me uncomfortable and i will block you or respond and remind you of my boundary

my blog can sometimes consist of mainly reblogs sometimes, but i do make OG posts sort of often as of now, but just not as much as i reblog, i love to write, i adore making long fanfiction's which consist of alternate universes and things such as that

people i write for: one direction (larry stylinson) (harry x louis) sam and colby (sam golbach & colby brock obviously, no solby strictly snc x oc) sturniolo triplets (mainly matt & chris)

other things about me: as said on my pinned i DO NOT appreciate any hate or exclusionists on this blog, this is MY blog and my safespace and i will not hesitate to block your ass or provide a snarky ass reply, so do not come on here with hateful behavior, mkay? mkay. i love all sorts of love, so all of my writing will be romance, that ooey gooey fluffy shit, i rarely write smut, sometimes i do write stuff like enemies to lovers but it always ends up being oeey goeey at the end lol, i only write happily ever afters (unless there's a sequel fic)

here's my spotify and my pinterest things i love is: music, writing, reading, and fashion! my fave artists are: maisie peters, one direction, taylor swift, little mix, gracie abrams, chase atlantic, pierce the veil, chappell roan, sabrina carpenter, the neighborhood, lorde, 5SOS, conan gray, beabadoobee, louis tomlinson, charlie xcx, harry styles and more!

that's all babies! i'm very welcoming and kind so if you do want to shoot me a message shoot ur shot or hop in my ask box!

[chanelfunnell]

anon, yes, Marketa fancies herself a lot. capable on her own merits snd not popping out in the press like media poser or requesting favours as deluded charlatan but she is pretty above her station. Leave Markle by Markle,not important here and USA. Her fling M dell Zotto waa traded to Ducks and make sure M starts commenting nhl soon bcs their UK will be traded up to level of Benezuela soon thanks to their confetti throwing, heavy taxing and coruption driven government. Dollars are better. UK debt equals UK GDP that iz failing and infation increases because no spending by heavily taxed Britons. 96 years old pensioner left neglected for hours on the floor, politicians ignirant, man in charhe of finances apparently behind this and an experience of a tour operator and drug parties at Palace, rpyals up to their dinner party. make sure your PM claws back payments for non important US no name's police protection as he stopped money of truck drivers with his liberal dictatorship. if Markle is behinc anything about sex abuse, filming girls, uts up to UK. if she was after AA aka nukes with a mistrsss if sone fat UK politician in the tank it us up to USA and charges for treason. dont forget to check the same mefs and media putlets with Markle and fabcy yourself like Marketa.hot gurl...stay away, Christmas here.

b) exactly , my blog, my rules

i dont care about wags as women of NHLers, Crosby and his baby, huge arses (holes)and spindly legs of non entity crazy bunny boilers trying to stir pot and cause drama to be a centre of attention and a fake victim.

i am not Marketa, not from Canada ad not her demented family doing everything bad in the textbook to be ruled over, not removubg any chan ee, a title and any punishkent. you dont run my show, you dont pay me and i am not acountable for you. i. not hiding facts and people lilke Crosby or Marketa's demented uncld king hiding her and promoting his manipulating daughter in law and more trash. i am in charge oc this blog snc you lobe it or leave it. my blog, my rules. dont be passive aggrsssive. it does not work with me and in USA.

[nine-hells-and-purrgatory]

An Even Match (Maeve and Dorata)

Hey everyone! We have another 9 Hells fic. This time, we have Maeve and Dorata in this one. The two are having a nice little spar. Keeping up with one another and not holding back as they trade blows.

They aren’t supposed to be doing this.

He feints an attack, then swings a haymaker at her. She deflects with the sword.

Her muscles ache. She’s built for deskwork, not for this.

Then again, technically she isn’t here.

She’s not here, in this dusty arena, sparring with a man twice her size, deep in Riveteer territory.

Of course, technicality is the air she breathes. She’s not here to anyone unimportant. She’s here because he is important.

They circle each other, waiting for an opening. This is the part of fighting Maeve lives for, the dance portion, the elegance.

They exchange more blows. His get more and more wild, hers more and more reserved, focusing on defense. The sword she’s using is probably going to get dented. Unimportant.

The fight ebbs and flows, like all fights do. They both get in some good hits. Luckily, he’s got enough sense to hold back.

She wonders if she can outlast the anger. The hurt… the hurt she can’t outlast. But she can get through the anger. Help with the release.

She had had to convince him that it was even a good idea to start this fight. Both this sparring match, and what caused it.

Dueling in a political sense is her domain. Writing up her cases, presenting airtight evidence, dominating the competition with the pen not the sword.

It’s not where he likes to fight. But that was the point, of course. The point was to get a fight ring for people with prosthetics. And that was certainly important enough to fight for.

Of course, the powers that be have a lot of sway. And you can be right, you can have all the reasons and the money all lined up.

And they can still fuck you over, and you can still be back to square one, except this time all your hopes are crushed, and all you can feel is anger.

The fight has devolved by this point, Dorata hitting the wall just as much as he aims a swing at her. This is the part of physical fighting she dislikes, the deconstruction. The shattering of an intricate, twirling thing into base violence and rage.

She puts down her weapon. Fully drops it. It’s not useful to her anymore.

He stares at her, blankly, brow furrowed.

She flops onto the floor on her back, looking up at the high arched ceiling. He follows suit a moment after. There’s a moment of silence, there. Just the two of them, breathing hard, staring up at an unfeeling, cold hard ceiling.

She expects the silence to hold, for them to lay there, exhausted, letting the emotions drain into fatigue.

It… does not.

He crumples, turns onto his side, shaking with silent, tearless sobs. She turns to curl up next to him, to run a hand through his hair, providing wordless comfort.

The real comfort will come later, of course. Once they win. They’ve lost the battle, for sure, but the real fight is yet to begin.

She’s going to enjoy sicking Persephone on these fools.

[prettyputrified]

[Image ID: A digital character reference of a mint skinned demoness whose body-type is vague due to her modest clothing. She has lavender sclera and dark purple w shaped pupils. On both sides of her head she has one pointy purple horn and one pointy mint horn. Her hair is dark purple with sky blue, mint, and violet streaks. It's styled with a curly bang and tied up in a ponytail with a pink bow.

Her overall dress is ankle length and dark green with light green lace, the bottom half of the dress features a green and pale green stripe followed by a green and violet checkerboard pattern. The chest features a green square with light green lace, and a sewn on purple teddy bear decal in the center. Under the dress she wears a violet button up with a pink curved collar and sleeves with green lace and a pale green ribbon at the wrist. She wears dark purple laced flats. END ID]

Humility is always the first to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders without a single complaint, after all, whose better to do it but her? You won’t hear a word from her about how hard her work is until you suggest that she may need some help, then you might get chewed out. Don’t get it wrong, she deeply values the ones she loves and right there to cheer them on, but you won’t get close to sharing mutual credit. Even if she can be a bit of a pain in the neck to care about she always keeps a promise, if you can look past how far up her own butt her head is she’s a great friend to have.

Main Abilities-

Ego Detection- The ability to detect and perceive the ego of others

Water Mimicry- The power to transform into or have a physical body made up of water.

[zel-zo]

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Hey there gamers, here’s my sonic oc. Please feel free to kill me at any time. 

Truth be told, he’s really fun to draw, and i’ve been coming up with a story, and I’m so unbelievably pissed at @jontaro-kun for getting me into sonic.