#wip. / sacrifice.

[mamawasatesttube]

i keep thinking to myself, god we have got to put tim drake in a time loop. but also time loops just feel so perfectly like speedster bullshit, yknow? therefore lemme just smash these thoughts together like particles at cern aaannddd--

let's put tim in a time loop that bart accidentally caused. a tim loop, if you will :) specifically, tim loop where kon dies at the end and bart just kind of subconsciously went nope! and "if anyone can fix it it's tim right?" bc bart has. a normal amount of faith in his friends but also a normal amount of feelings about himself being useless to save kon bc he couldn't in infinite crisis.

and bam suddenly tim is having the worst tuesday of his life like 20 times in a row. yippee! it's bart-powered but he doesn't even know. he did it on accident. bart in the loop doesn't know what's going on. it just resets every time the ending is something bart can't accept (kon dies again). tim tries to sacrifice himself to save kon once but somehow that doesn't break the loop either (bart refuses to accept that). how long can tim go through a time loop before he goes completely bonkers bananas insane? only tim(e) will tell.

and, worse: how many times can tim watch kon die? how many times can he beg kon to value his own life, to get it through his head that being a hero doesn't mean he needs to die for the world, that there must be another way? how many times can he watch kon sacrifice himself to save others and know that if he stops kon, those people might die?

how fucked up would he be if he ever actually found out just how suicidal kon has been his entire life?

extra fun: cassie takes one look at him every time and instantly clocks that he's feeling like shit, but every time she forgets why, because the loop resets. tim is being perceived but it never lasts. this will drive him crazy so fast. he's gonna start acting out and snapping at her for being concerned because what's the POINT of talking about his feelings if everything resets ANYWAY. this will definitely not come back to bite him in the end or anything, right?

(kon-el dead wife giggling in the sunshine and playing under the sheets montage plays over and over for both tim and bart. this probably means nothing.)

[sofancydancy]

The grip his stomach has on me is insane--

Hi!! Editing to thank you all so much and to say the finished version is now in the replies/with the link! 💜

[oooocleo]

swapped out the wip for the final (probably??) version to keep my blog looking somewhat clean

[shopwitchvamp]

Three more for The Fall Collection, coming soon!!

Vampyre Mini // Sacrifice Mini // (New) Demon Summoning Skater

[saruin]

[bustedtech]

> I have something I think you're gonna like

au posting heeheehee

been conceptualising a hs^2 au rewrite and we've had this piece swirling around in our head for a while so i wanted to finally draw it

[automeris-io-moth]

The Offer of Her Village.

suggestive (but like only a bit)

She had kept her name to herself that evening. 

Her hands were not bound anymore, if they ever were. 

She couldn’t remember quite well, the faint feeling of soft rope still ghosted over her limbs, yet no mark showed over the surface of easily-bruised skin, no burning left trace, and no real pain ever blossomed from what she recalled as blood, pooling under the tightenings, piling up to a puddle on the dirt and the dry leaves. 

Another cup, another drink, was brought to her lips, and she smiled. 

Wine had never been quite the treat for the girl, it was bitter, on the best of cases a rotten tasting grape juice she tended to avoid, taking small sips through the night, forgetting the glasses and patting her head in acknowledgement when someone noticed, blaming herself careless as it had been, yet again, her distraction making her misplaced the aged red wine the host had been so kind to open for them all that night.

She remembered it all well, even when it felt a life and a half away, the uncomfortably alcoholic aftertaste it left on her tongue, the ashamed look on her father’s face as her best efforts to prevent a grimace as she gulped down the last bit had fallen unsuccessful. Then why, she wondered, did it taste so sweet.  

It was, indeed, intoxicating. But the girl shook her head, hands limp at her sides, it could not be the alcohol. 

She leaned further in, chasing the edge of the golden up to her offered, trying still to keep that ladylike, shy sipping she had been taught so long ago. And the cupbearer, the cupbearer smiled at her so sweetly her stomach dropped further down for a moment, when he caressed the skin of her hand, when he cleaned the edge of her mouth, and smiled more. 

Dizziness, haziness, were so familiar then she had forgotten how the lucidity of only fake ebrity felt at the parties. 

Parties. 

The music echoed across the salon, even with no walls, with no marble floor nor high ceilings, different, as foreign as everything else caught by her wandering sight, like stars popping, like how fireflies should sound if they one day wanted to change their buzzing. Like the church bells, she finally settled, but more delicate, higher pitched and accompanied so well by the sound of an harp, an harp of thicker cords, an arp that sounded like something entirely different. 

They were so good at imitating the melodies of the night.

A woman approached, as beautiful as the rest of the crowd, long, dark hair trailing behind her, falling through the antlers sprouting from her skull, a pan flute held to her mouth. The melody consistent, soft and calling. 

Light wood was set in between her palms, other’s hands guiding her fingers to the right spots, it was handcrafted, that she could see, some missing polishing here and there, the clear strokes of a thin paintbrush marked on the delicate drawing of flowers. 

The girl blew. 

Broken, far from perfect, and yet, there was clapping, there was praising, and playful laughs. And she smiled, returning it to the musician. 

A whisper in her ear. 

The woman holding her in her lap urged her to continue her story. 

Such a stupid, simple story, one repeated far too many times for any of her friends to appreciate anymore, one of her few adventures to the beaches of the neighbouring town, how she had found a fish with a stinger, transparent and apparently, electrical, or something of the sort, as it had stung and scared a child playing around it. 

The body was not dangerous, she explained, she had used it to return it to the sea, the string falling down from it was the real problem. And they nodded and cooed in, most probably, fake awe to her words. 

She had acquired a peculiar interest for the sea life from then on, she told them, describing a couple more wonders she had found near the ocean grottoes, earning their complete attention. 

Carter blushed at the attention. 

Such an uninteresting, uncharismatic thing should settle to be seen, even if she’s as much of a treat for the eye as she is for the ears. 

A flower crown was placed over her head, daisies and periwinkle intertwined, braided into fitting her perfectly. 

“You should stay for a little longer, wouldn’t that be pleasant?” the man she was leaning her back against suggested, hand gently tilting her face to meet his eyes “I would be honoured.” 

The woman holding her chuckled, “That would certainly be quite a treat.” 

Her fingers traced Carter’s lips, and for a moment, she thought of how dry they had to look, biting them down to hide them.

“Oh none of that now, pretty thing, you don’t need to fix anything.” 

“I think I…” the girl stated, eyes fixed on the woman’s, staring limp at the yellow glow they emanated, even under the cold light of the moon “I think I need to go back, my friends were with me and I don’t know…” 

“That would be such a shame,” the man interjected, taking the girl from his partner’s lap, pulling her gently to his own, having her lean against him as he ran his hands up and down her back “to leave when the night is still so young.” 

The woman chuckled, reaching down for the half-drank cup and placing it to her mouth, watching as she drank.

Her eyes were soft, such a sight the girl did not recognize from ever before, and she met them. Unable to take them away, she stared. 

“How are we to make you go home without at these ungodly hours of the night, one so young would get lost so easily.” she added.

“It would be our pleasure if you allowed us to offer you sanctuary, for tonight at least.” 

“But my friends are…” 

“Safe and sound, of course, enjoying the party just as you are. Oh my, maybe you had a little too much wine,” said the lady, pointing with her open palm at the crowd.

Carter turned slowly, afraid a sudden movement would get the wine working.

A couple clouds dissipated, and she noticed that, sometime ago, the ropes had existed, they had dug into her skin opening more raw spots the more she had tried to get rid of them. But they were no more. 

No more on her own wrists at least. 

But it was fuzzy still, the faces, those faces looking right back at her, uttering more fear, though silent, as they settled their eyes on her own, and the concept was as blurry as everything else, fear seemed too far away to consider it real, even so well displayed in others' faces. 

“What a good offering they gave,” the man said, taking his own cup to his mouth, smiling to her once it was lowered, bringing both faces closer together “and what a cute thing they lost.” 

“Offering?” Carter murmured right over his mouth.

“Shh, we do not wish to upset her, do we?” the woman interrupted, quick at the words of the other “No, she’s had just about enough of that with all those hating people from the village, haven’t you, sweet thing?

She nodded mindlessly and the fae giggled behind her fist.

Soft hands, the softest she felt, careful in their touch of the claws idly disguised as nails, twisted her head away from the man into anothers, offering between long fingers a berry, a single, bright red berry, squished if only a little by the grab, and otherwise perfect to the eye, not like the ones from the bushed around her home, mushy and almost brown when the time for picking approached. 

A bright red, inhuman perfect berry. 

Crafted. 

A berry of the fae territory within the forest terrain. 

Carter twisted her head away, hiding in the man’s shoulder. 

“Perhaps,” the woman continued, taking the fruit away, “we’re still missing something.” 

The man hummed.

“Would you honour me with this next dance, sweetheart?” she asked next.

“I have never…” 

“Oh, you hear that? What a delightful thing to know myself as your first dance partner.”

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Masterlist

Disappearing for a couple of months and suddenly coming back, no warning no explanation, is my favorite activity.

[crow0king]

just a little something im working on :>

a WIP you could say :>

[thefallensin8in1]

8 Sins 1 Sacrifice

There are two kinds of evil in this world. Those who commit it… And those who see it but do nothing to stop it.

Plot:

8 SINS, 1 SACRIFICE is a dark fantasy, romance interactive novel set in an alternate reality where the divine and the damned shape the fate of mortals. In this world, you are more than just a monarch—you are a traitor, a guardian, a seeker of redemption for a sin beyond reckoning. A sin that cost an innocent their life. An innocent who should never have loved a being such as you.

Long ago, you were an Angel—revered, beloved, and radiant in celestial glory. But that was before the Rebellion. Before Lucifer’s defiance fractured Heaven itself. On that day, you fell, not just from grace but into infamy. You became something new. Something forbidden. You became the Forgotten Sin, the bearer of an eighth transgression unspoken in scripture, a King of Hell abandoned by those you once called your brethren.

Your punishment was unlike any other.

While your fellow Fallen carved out their dominions in the underworld, you were betrayed—cast into the deepest pits of Hell, left to burn, wither, and drown in despair for eternity. Your former comrades forsook you, sealing you within an abyss where time had no meaning, where your regrets festered like open wounds.

170 Millennia Later...

No Sin has stepped upon mortal soil in over two millennia, and yet… Someone has called your name.

A soul has traced your summoning circle, spoken the forbidden incantation, and shattered the ancient barrier that bound you. The veil between worlds trembles, and for the first time in an age, you are free.

But freedom always comes at a price.

A human girl—a mere mortal—has summoned you.

Her reasons remain unknown, but they must be dire, for no soul bargains with a demon of your caliber lightly. She stands before you, fragile yet resolute, ignorant of the unholy force she has unleashed upon the world. And in her trembling hands lies something far more valuable than she realizes—the key to your freedom.

But freedom is never simple.

The underworld will not let you go so easily. Those who once betrayed you still reign, and now that you have returned, they will seek to silence you before you can rise again. Old rivalries will rekindle. Forgotten truths will claw their way back to the surface. And in the midst of it all, you must make a choice: Will you fulfill your summoning contract, whatever dark bargain it may entail? Or will you seize this opportunity for vengeance, turning your wrath upon those who abandoned you? The mortal realm has forgotten the Eighth Sin. It is time to remind them.

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Features:

Play as Male or Female.

Shape your own destiny—be Gay, Straight, or Bisexual.

Customize your appearance, from your mortal guise to your true celestial form.

Choose your Angelic and Mortal names—names carry power, and yours will shape your fate.

Select one of three unique origins to define your past:

Dominion – One of the most beautiful angels in Heaven, revered for grace and authority.

Archangel – A warrior of the divine, trained in battle and skilled in reconnaissance.

Seraphim – A celestial voice so enchanting that even the most tainted souls once wept at its song.

Forge your own divine weapon, a tool of both protection and devastation.

Pursue one of seven unique romances, each with their own mystery and allure:

A Goth shrouded in secrets.

A Crazy Priestess—or is she something more?

A Broken Soul yearning for solace.

A Half-Breed with Issues—burdened by two worlds.

A Cursed Doll trapped between fate and free will.

A Nosy Detective who always seems one step ahead.

Or perhaps... an Old Friend who remembers the angel you used to be.

Struggle against your Sin as it whispers, tempts, and threatens to consume you.

Engage in brutal, supernatural battles that carve your legend into Heaven, Hell, and Earth.

Shape your story—but you only have three paths. Choose wisely:

An Angel seeking redemption.

A Demon King on a conquest for revenge.

A Lost Soul searching for the one who made you whole.

But tread carefully in the mortal realm— for you're on a leash. So will you break free… or embrace your chains?

Know this: Even if you crave peace, Hell does not. And its rulers are watching.

Warnings:

• Strong Language • Nonspecific mentions of rape and sexual violence. • Explicit sexual content. • Mentions and Depictions speciesism, sexism, xenophobia, and racism. • Dead bodies, violence, and gore. • Depictions of self harm and mentions of suicide. • Depictions and mentions of various mental, spiritual and physical issues. • 18+

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[archivewriter1ont]

A Little Something From My WIPs...

“This is how worlds are saved, ad’ika,” Cody said firmly. He shouldered his rifle and strode past her, his tread solid and measured, as set as the line of his jaw.

Tears ran down Ahsoka’s face. “Through suicide?” she almost screamed.

The commander remained infuriatingly calm. “No.” Whiskey brown eyes met hers, and the depth of resolve and love within them -- love for her and her fellow Jedi, for his brothers, for these people he’d never met -- nearly sent her to her knees with a crushing wave of helpless understanding. “Through sacrifice.”

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I haven't been writing a ton of non-TBB stuff but this one is in my head.

[subconwoods]

neth kid update

[sofancydancy]

Okay, so the poll reached about 70% on this one and I jumped on it because I'm ADHD...Seriously, thank you for those who voted!! Going for a Lucretia type of martyr! I am obsessed with the stomach currently because the original painting is so fleshy! Also: from far away this looks like a spicy novel cover

Gale approves

[catwyk]

i need some silt body horror to draw and the only thing i can think of is the miracle of the sailors from season 1 (ty possum for putting this in my head weeks ago) but i think drawing a boat would kill me

[shopwitchvamp]

The Fall Collection Sneak Peek

Witch Vamp design test prints are here!!!

Evil Eye Joggers // Seventh Circle Joggers (designed by @themikeydeano) // Flight Maxi // Vampyre Maxi / Midi / Mini // Demon Summoning Skater // Sacrifice Midi / Mini

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[starbuck]

enjoying mountain goats songs is so weird bc a lot of them are so vague that people’s individual interpretations are very personal… just saw someone call a song uplifting that’s about being murdered, to me.

[solei-eclipse]

a VERY old oc from when I was like 16. not gonna lie looking at it makes me cringe really hard

planning on maybe bringing him back as an ALNST OC (though I'm not sure about entering him in 40 since there's already so many)

here's his sister!