#it’s fun giving him strange coloured blood

[sonic-adventure-3]

shadow doodle that got out of hand

#my art #shadow #shadow the hedgehog #sth #digital painting #shadow’s so fun to draw cause i can fuck around completely with the colours #it’s fun giving him strange coloured blood #i know the predominant headcanon is giving him greed blood like the black arms #but have you considered neon pink? maybe purple? orange even? #does shadow even bleed canonically who’s to say what colour his blood is #every time i draw him bleeding or the inside of his mouth i’m gonna give him a weird colour from now on #i messed up so bad exporting this and then i did some edits on my phone and messed up exporting it again evn worse #so it’s very blurry and artifact filled lmao #woops ☆〜（ゝ。∂） #know that i drew this and am writing these tags early in the morning and i have not slept in a while #i’m queuing this to post at a reasonable time though lol #blood #blood tw #bright colors #lmk if i should tag anything else

[qiupachups]

hobie brown

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 🎸💭

contents: general hcs, london based hobes bc i live there

a/n: my wife! the picture above is ‘stay close to me— omega sessions’ by bad brains (super cute song and so hobie)

When he’s not playing shows, antagonising fascists, or staging unpermitted political action slash performance art pieces— Hobie takes care of his garden. There’s just about anything growing on his canal boat that can survive London.

It’s fun just like him! He can repurpose whatever he finds into a planter, which includes old Henry Hoovers.

Most things we take for granted are ridiculously scarce in his world, like running hot water. Not wanting to waste this luxury, Hobie developed the skill of taking extremely fast showers.

Sometimes it feels like he steps in and comes straight out. It’s a little unnerving.

Once a month, Hobie does a super deep clean of his canal boat. He finds all sorts of inter-dimensional trash he’s collected over the weeks. After heaving it off the deck, you swear the boat groaned in relief.

Where does it all go? Miguel’s dimension, of course. The man didn’t have to guess the mystery fly-tipper when he saw the bags flickering through the colour spectrum. In Hobie’s defence, the waste disposal system is better in Earth-98.

If you hadn’t realised yet, Hobie is a methodical and thoughtful spidey. He plans for the best times to grow his produce and harvests them at the perfect time (not always since he’s usually… busy).

After freezing or preserving the amount he needs, he gives the rest to his community. So, expect some strawberry jam materialising at your doorstep.

For as longer as he remembers, Hobie could always cook. There was never a time he didn’t help feed his community or volunteer at F.E.A.S.T— even with his responsibilities post spider-bite.

In Hobie’s eyes, there’s nothing better than a good home-cooked meal. He can make something (amazing) from nothing so you can trust him even when it feels like there’s just dust left in the cupboard.

Multiple spideys can agree that Hobie’s singing isn’t the best. When Gwendy gave him a very forced smile, it only broke his heart a little. The face of Hobie’s idol basically admitting his singing sucks isn’t a big deal. Duh. He’s a big girl— he can handle that…

Thankfully, playing his MaryJane (guitar) more than makes up for it. If he’s not using it to torment police, he’ll make the best damn art that’s gonna stick in your head rent free.

With at least eleven piercings and counting, the dos and don’ts of them are like second nature to Hobie. That’s only eleven we can see— who knows how many more he has hidden? Without a doubt, there’ll be more to come.

Instead of getting blood poisoning from Claires or judged by a pretentious tattoo artist, go to Hobie. He’ll refuse payment but he wouldn’t turn down a drink.

Hobie isn’t called the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man for nothing. His genuine (almost violent) care for his community has earned him the respect of basically everyone, despite their initial concerns.

“A dependable young man.” That’s how the elderly women tend to describe Hobie. They’re his biggest allies since he’d drop almost anything to help them cross a road or carry groceries.

Gwendy’s chucks aren’t the first and certainly won’t be the last thing he’ll steal. (You seriously think Hobie just happened to have shoes in her size and colour?)

He’ll definitely nick something of something of yours when you’re not looking. Once you realise, he’ll hold it high above your head and force you to jump for it. Why? Because he can.

Like every other British teen, Hobie’s dabbled in some underage drinking. It’s not illegal if you don’t get caught! When he’s drunk, he’ll be obnoxiously sweet and yell stuff like “You’re gorgeous, luv!” because he truly means it.

In addition to Hobie’s strange array of skills, being good at pub games is another. Beer pong, darts, etc… you name it: he’ll clear it. Hell, he might start organising them if he’s drunk enough.

In his personal humble opinion, roses are way too cliche for a romantic gift. It’s overdone, boring and stupidly difficult to obtain in his universe. So instead, Hobie rips off that patch you’ve been eyeing and gifts that to you.

As much as he’d like to, Hobie couldn’t rip off every patch for you. Instead, he makes a matching set and he’s cheesy enough to sew his one over his heart.

tag: @vhstown thanks for bean card xx

#atsv hobie #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x y/n #hobie hcs #hobie my beloved #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse headcanon #spiderverse hcs #spider punk #spiderpunk #chewy writes ♪

[t-hal-mothman]

CW: blood

Lately I wanted to work, but I started drawing… and BOOM, absolutely at random Rick and Morty in Centaur AU came up…

by this point, I have already come up with a pretty extensive plot around this, so I intend to develop this dimension a little in my head :D

I'm also absolutely thrilled with the dumb pink backpack, so I plan to write a fanfiction-oneshot for this art in the near future, just to make sure that enough attention is paid to the pink backpack.

number of times I fixed this sketch should have been seen... I break and change the poses/hands etc. of the characters

the idea WAS BORN QUICKLY, it was just so instant, "I need centaurs Rick and Morty, who are running from something by jumping into a portal!!!" and I sat down to sketch it quickly, so it's kind of just spontaneous :D

I would also like to show some work with the designs that I started picking at

when I was starting, I couldn't figure out what I wanted to see, and to my surprise, I stumbled more at Rick than at Morty coat, although I've always been bad at bay and buckskin horses, I'm better at dealing with palomino or gray coats, and here it turned out the other way around

But I'm glad that it turned out to be very pleasant and good! So have a look:

As a result, I got 2 versions of Rick - old and youth, a kind of azure handsome alien appearance, just for fun

I really think our looks kind of reflect our essence, don't ya'll think?

When we do not meet on earth such a coat (or hair colour) as Rick's, except perhaps shades of more gray-purple like grulla or blue dun, you will not find such a bright blue and azure and I just found it INCREDIBLY AMAZING in the sense that through his coat you can show a little more in terms of his "strangeness" than when he's just a human being

and about Morty's coat - there's everything much simpler, his usual hair colour in general easily falls on the ordinary most "common" horse coat, let's say so BUT I still didn't want to make him simple chestnut or bay, it was just for me it was meh

I wanted something closer to the chestnut dun coat, and it was quite difficult to make it so that it still fit Morty, but I also didn't want something overly ordinary >:( I wanted to add beige brown and a little crimson, just so that his coat didn't look like dirt - I wanted to show that he was actually a pretty cute young stallion with a cute look (if he would have cared about it a little more...)

I also really wanted to show the difference through their legs and hooves by adding dark stockings and hooves to Rick (Rick's stockings turn noticeably gray with age, as well as a bright dorsal stripe); and light hooves and white socks for Morty!

although I did have thoughts of adding a little more to the bodies, for example a little more ammunition, like boots or bandages to protect their legs

but I thought that Morty wouldn't really think about it in the long run - after all, it's pretty safe on Earth, and as for space it's possible that he doesn't really care, and Rick just doesn't give a heck about it as if losing an arm or a leg or getting a couple of open wounds - is a trivial matter

I've also always been delighted with Rick's cybernetics, so at some point I just took AND BIT OFF RICK'S LEG on art, because who knows what he faced protecting Morty and stuff they originally went for where they went, so I just added a couple of holes where you can see his gold-teal mechanics

#cw blood #my art #my talk #I REALLY talk a lot... #rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #centaur au #centaur art #centaur #digital art #character design

[hot-bumblebees]

Tricked

Olrox x witch male reader smut

Cw: hand jobs, softish sex, anal. Nothing crazy. Reader is aromatic btw.

Guys I know he’s with mizirak but I need him and mizirak broke his heart, he made him cry and that’s not chill.

Maybe a little ooc

….

The wind whistled throughout the dark town, making old wood creek and old signs cry. You clung onto your cloak as you walked through the empty streets trying find place that wasn’t so windy so you could open a portal. Finally you found a small sheltered area and went to it, staring to chant the words to open said portal. A blue circle started forming and it was getting brighter, but just before it could fully develop you were stopped by a strange mist.

“What’s your name?” A seductive voice asked.

“Why do you want to know?” You asked rather aggressively as your eyes narrowed. There was a weird vibe coming from what ever entity was surrounding you and it wasn’t helping you trust it.

Before your question was answered the mist grouped up turning into a human like figure with the most piercing green eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I need to know if I found the right person or if you’re going to become my next victim.” It answered as it moved closer to you.

You hesitated before giving it a fake name that people still knew you as. Knowing that giving out a real name to the wrong person could lead you to a hassle you opted out to giving it a fake name that people still knew you as.

But it wasn’t taking your lies and stepped frighteningly closer, towering over you as its green eyes stared into your soul.” You’re lying.” It blatantly stated as it finally showed itself. It was a man, a very beautiful man. He had darker skin but it somehow lacked colour, the brown colour came out as dull and his lips were a faint purple. His hair was impressive, it was long and silky so that even when the smallest gust of wind past by It would move.

You knew you should’ve probably been scared, horrified even, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling excited. You had to try very hard not to smile, making the man in front of you confused.

“Fine I’ll tell you my name if you give me a piece of your hair.” You try to comprise. It was fair, if he tried anything you could get him right back.

“No.” He declined defensively, showing his pointy teeth.

“Ah a vampire.” You laugh and get out from under him.” Good luck with trying to suck me dry. My blood is poisonous to vampires.” You say in a bragging tone as you walk back into the windy alley. But you didn’t get too far before he stood in front of you again.

“Garlic doesn’t harm us if that’s what you’re talking about. And I won’t hesitate to kill you for fun if you don’t cooperate.” He let out a devious laugh.

“I’m not talking about garlic.” You pulled your shirt collar down, revealing two scared puncture wounds.” And why won’t you give me your hair? Don’t you want your answer?” You look at him with a teasing look.

“It’s precious to me and you might use it to harm me.”

“Yeah if you give me reason, I’m not out here hexing people Willy nilly. I’ve got better things to do”

He hesitated for a moment before pulling off a strand and giving it to you.

“Perfect…” you put his hair in a little bottle and gave him your full attention.” My name is y/n l/n. Am I who you’re looking for? Hmm Olrox?” You peer up at him through your eyelashes, his face giving slight indication that you freaked him out by using his name, the one he’s never told you.

“Indeed you are the one I’m looking for.”

“What can I help you with?”

“I need your help finding something out and since you already know my name without me telling you, I assume you’re pretty good at your craft.”

“You could say that.” You humbly agreed.” I guess I’ll bring you back to my house.” You position your hands to open a portal like you had originally planned.” But you got to promise that you’ll behave.”

He smiled.” You’ve got my hair after all, I would be a fool if I did.”

The portal opened and you stood to the side letting him go in first and then following him, closing the portal.

“You can sit there.” You motioned to a table with a pretty f/c cover on it. He complied and sat on a chair watching you.” Can I offer you anything? Food? Tea? Wine?” You offer.

“I’m good, but thanks.” He replied as he tucked some hair behind his pointed ear.

“Suit yourself.”

Olrox sat patiently at the table as you got yourself a bottle of wine. You sat yourself across from him and took a sip out of the bottle.

“So what could a high and mighty vampire like you need from me?”

“I need your talents-“

You looked at him like he grew another head and drank again.” Ya no shit, what do you need?”

“Well if you let me finish you would have herd that I want you to tell me what that masia is up to.” He said with a repulsed look on his face.

“Ok then.” You pull out various tarot card decks.” Pick one.” He picks one of the decks. “Good choice this is one of my favourites.”

And so you got to work, telling him all that he needed to know. At some point he started drinking along side you, hearing about that stupid massia was really pissing him off.

“I feel like you already knew this.” You say as you pack up the cards.

“I’ve had my suspicions. It’s nice to hear things from another person whether it’s true or not.” His voice slower than before, making his voice so much hotter.

“You made me do me something that has no value to you? That’s like going to see a prostitute and not cuming, it’s a waste of time.” You dead pan.

“All thought I’m not much of a believer your reading was quite accurate.”

You roll your eyes. This guy threatening your life to give him answers just turn out to be a none believer.” Do you want anything else?” You ask, hoping he would decline.

“My hair back.”

“That’s not gonna happen, not until I know you’re trust worthy.” you replied.

He rolled his eyes.

…

For some reason Olrox kept on coming back for nothing, he didn’t want potions or spells, he just liked being around you and drinking all your wine. He would come late at night and be weirdly sweet towards you but you didn’t suspect any ill intent from him. Maybe he just didn’t like being alone, he was in a foreign country after all.

At one point he even started letting you play with his hair, it makes him fall asleep. Some nights he would uncover a little more about his life, it made you sad, his life was very unfortunate. It had not been kind to him.

…

Fall was here and it was getting colder and although Olrox didn’t have a pulse or didn’t have circulating blood it was nice when he would come over and share a bed with you.

It was a rather calm night, not too cold or windy so you decided to go sweep the porch out side. You hummed a little song as you swept the dirt as you enjoyed the scenery around you.

What you didn’t expect was a some what angry vampire to appear right in front of you.

“What have you done with my hair?” He asked calmly but angrily.

You look around confused.” I haven’t done anything with it. It’s sitting in the house untouched.”

“Bullshit! You’ve done something to me.” His eyes glow a brighter green as he backs you up against the railing.

“What are you talking about?” You started to get mad with his accusations. He was your friend you wouldn’t do anything bad to him.

“You put a love spell on me! I can’t get you out of my head whenever I’m away from you and you even made it so that my unbeating heart does things when I’m around you! I trusted you!” He expressed a feeling of betrayal with narrowed eyes.

You stood there on disbelief.” You’re a fucking idiot.” You chuckled now, moving you and Olrox around, backing him up against the railing.” I’ve been single for the majority of my life happily and I’m nearly as old as you are, so what makes you think that you’re so special that I would go against my own ethics and put a love spell on you?” You ask expecting an answer back never got one.” Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered and I like when you stick around, but I did nothing, this was all you.” You inch closer to his face and placing your hands on his.” So if your going to love me…” Your eyes look into his and then to his lips.” Love me properly.” It came out quietly so that only the two of you could hear. You closed the gap and gently brushed your lips against his trying to see if he would reciprocate.

Olrox was in shock, his body freezing, too many emotions coursing through him. Ranging from guilt to anger to happiness. Olrox was furious that he had fallen in love with you on his own and that it wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t put a spell on him, if you had it wouldn’t be real therefor he wouldn’t have to act on it. But now his feeling were real and he hadn’t had the chance to sit in denial about them, because you were a witch and you held power over his feelings, so he immediately thought that you would toy with his feelings. Now he felt guilty for thinking that about you, you were nice to him in a way that no one had been in a long time. Maybe that’s what made him fall in love with you and thinking you put spell on him was his denial. But it didn’t matter now that your soft lips were against his. Leaving all his thoughts in the past he reciprocated the kiss.

The kiss was soft, the kind that two lovers share. It was slow and passionate as you guys sucked gently on each other’s lips. His hands moved to your lower back to pull you closer to him as your hands went around his neck. You guys moaned in each other’s mouths as your tongues got involved in the act of passion.

You guys had lost track of time as your bodies moved against each other. The only thing pulling you guys out of your make out session was the sound of the front door opening and closing. You separated from Olrox, who seemed to still be in a daze, and turned your head, keeping your hands on the man in front of you.

It was your apprentice who you had completely forgot about, who was currently looking at you and Olrox with a mild look of disgust.

“Are you leaving now?” You ask.

“Of course I am. I don’t wanna listen to whatever you guys are gonna do.” She says in a monotone voice.

“Well be safe.” You say as you watch her go down the stairs and turns around.

“Bye y/n, bye Olrox.” She waved and walked off.

You returned your attention to Olrox and pushed a stray hair behind his pointy ear.

“We should go inside.” You suggest as you pull away from him and walk towards the door, keeping it open for him when he came and closed it behind him.” Go get ready, I’ll meet you in my room.” You tell him then place a kiss on his cheek.

You went to your room and lit a bunch of candles and some love incense while you were at it. You took your shirt off and put on some love oil that smelled of rose and lavender with hints of cinnamon. Deciding to get real fancy with it, you reached for the kohl you bought for quite the price considering it came all the way from the Middle East, and applied it to your water line making your eye colour pop. You put the Khol down and reach for your favourite lipstick and apply it. Looking in the mirror you knew that all this effort was going to be destroyed in a short amount of time but you didn’t care. You looked cute.

You put the lipstick down and In the mirror you see Olrox approaching you. He was wearing the house coat that you hung on the bathroom door. Once he got behind you he wrapped his strong arms around your waist.

“I thought you weren’t for the the whole romance thing.” He teased as he looked around soaking in the scenery that was lit up by the warm glow of the candles. He looked back into the mirror after to look at you face, your pretty face now iluminated by candle light and decorated with makeup. He thought your features were so perfect, he could stare at you for hours with heart eyes if he had time.

“Just cause I can’t feel things or don’t understand it doesn’t mean that I don’t want to try. Besides I like when things look pretty.” You explain as you turn around to face him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“You’re so cute and pretty.” He awed as he moved his hands to your face to pull you close to kiss you.

You pulled him towards your bed, sitting down and having Olrox straddle you. You both continue to kiss even when you’re running out of air. You could feel Olroxs hard dick against your lap as he grinded against you. Your hands let go of his waist and went in-between the two of you. You took your member out and began to stroke it as you other hand went to undo the knot of his house coat. Your hand went to his bare hip as you continued to kiss, waiting for a good time to pull away. Thankfully you guys came to a stop due to Olrox getting curious of what your hands where doing. His green eyes peered down to where he sat and saw you attending to yourself.

“Starting without me?” He teasingly asked as his right hand went to his cock to stroke it and take yours too. Pressing his dick against yours to rub together making you moan. The both of you started to rub up and down as Olrox rested his for head against yours.

You moaned as Olrox’s hand came back up to the tip, giving it extra attention.” F-fuck!” Your head falls back as your eyes roll back. Olrox takes his left hand and brings it up to your face to bring it back up and pulling it down, making you look down at what was making you feel so good. You whimper at the sight of you and Olroxs dicks being stimulated by each others hands, although you weren’t really helping. The pornagraphic sight was cut short as the man on top of you pulled your head back up to make you look in those piercing green eyes.” Kiss me please?” You asked a little desperately.

The man on top of you grins.” Ok, but you have to promise not to cum.”

You nod quickly as your non busy hand goes to hold the side of his face.” I’ll try my hardest.” You smile as you bring his head closer to yours.” It’s not my fault that you’re good at this.” You say as you lips connect again, feeling your partners fangs as he sucks on your lips.

The kissing is slow, both of you wanting to savour it. Olrox stopped stroking you at some point knowing that you would’ve came if he didn’t. He wanted you to fully enjoy the experience, him too. This wasn’t some random hook up, he was genuinely in love with you. At some point he some how pushed you back so that your back was resting on your head board. Olrox had lost his house coat and was fully naked now on top of you.

Olrox pulled away from you making you look at him curiously as he reached over to the night stand to get lube from the drawer and came back to look at you.

“How did you know that was there?” You ask as he pours some in his hand.

“I was snooping around once.” He answered plainly as he went to put the bottle on the night stand. He took his hand with the liquid and went to lube up your shaft.

“Weirdo.” Is all you could get out with out moaning. He pumped you a few times before lining you up with his entrance. Your face took up a concerned look.” Don’t you want me to prep you or something?” You asked, not wanting him to get hurt.

He let out a small laugh.” Already did in the bathroom. Why do you think you had all this time to get pretty?” He asked, but not awaiting for an answer since he sunk down on you.

As Olrox remained cool and calm even though he was holding back an actual reaction (wanting to keep his more dominant facade), you were already gone. Back of the head against the wall with your eyes closed, as you let out a pleasured sigh when you finally bottomed out. Your hands went to hold the Olrox’s boxy hips, hoping he would move, which he did after a few moments. With your neck on full display for the vampire, Olrox decided to take advantage of that, bringing his head down to suck and kiss the area, making you shudder and moan.

“Mhm Olrox!?” You moan his name out, wanting his attention. In response Olrox groaned cause he didn’t want to leave your neck.” Can you please go faster?”

Olrox didn’t verbally respond, instead he just did what you asked and speed up his movements as you griped his hips tighter making him change his position a bit. With the new speed and angle your dick felt a million times better making him moan out into your neck. The sensation of your dick rubbing against his prostate along with the small amount of friction of his dick rubbing against your stomach was getting to much, he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Fuck Y/n!” Olrox groaned throwing his head back. Now it was your turn to kiss his neck. Unfortunately vampires don’t have any blood, so the chance of hickes were slim so it kinda took the fun out, but either way Olrox was enjoying it. You kept sucking his skin, going upwards on his neck, slowly making your way to his face. You felt him tighten around you when you sucked under his jaw.

“You like that?” You ask teasingly, continuing the treatment. Although you could feel his green eyes glare at you, he still responded with a small yeah.

Olrox speed up his pace with the hot feeling building up in his lower abdomen, a feeling that he’s felt a million times before.

With the knew speed you also got hit with the sudden urge to cum, making everything hotter and making your eyes go wide.

“Olrox! Gonna cum! Can we hold hands?!” You asked desperately looking up at him.

“Only if you cum in me.” Olrox was semi joking but he knew you would take it seriously.

“Yes anything! Just want to hold hands.” Your hands wonder around for his and at last you find them and interlock your fingers.

You close your eyes and lean forward to put your head on his chest, concentrating on the feeling of where your hands connect and the feeling of your building release as you moan out. Eventually your release comes and Olrox moans out at the feeling of being filled.

“Good boy! I’m so close! Just a few more seconds you can do that right!? Be good?!”

You nod up at him dumbly as you go into over stimulation, letting out little whines instead of loud moans.

Olroxs moans become louder until eventually his eyes roll back, the dim candle light making him look gorgeous as he paints your stomach white and collapses. You let go of his hands and wrap them around his back as you come back to reality. One of your hands come to grab his jaw to move his head back. His hazy green eyes looking up at you full of love. You plant a little kiss on his cheek then go to tuck his hair behind his ear.

You smile, he looked so beautiful.” We should probably go clean you up. You got my lip stick all over and you’re stuffed like an eclair, can’t be pleasant for to long.” You comment.

“Let just stay like this for a second. I like it like this.” Olrox closes his eyes again as he goes back to snuggle into your chest.

But for some reason you start to feel a little self conscious.” Olrox? You know I will never love you the same? Are you okay with that?” You ask looking anywhere but him.

He chuckles and looks up.” You lit candles, made yourself pretty and made the place smell good. Most husbands don’t even clean their ass for their wife that they’ve been married to for years.” He grabbed your face to make you look at him.” For some one who doesn’t ‘love’ you do it pretty well. So don’t worry about it.” He gave you a peck on the cheek and went back to how he was originally.

“Ok.” Is all you said as you smiled and put your head in the crook of his neck. Muttering a small I love you.

#castlevania #olrox #olrox x reader #Olrox smut #Olrox fanfic

[ackermental]

I have to say that the first episode was almost perfect.

I know, I'm surprised myself.

First things I didn't like, since for once this will be shorter.

1. Rhaenyra and Alicent being friends make my blood boil. It was done for no other reason than to make Alicent look more sympathetic. They had to do something I guess, since showing her on the screen without Gyldayn reminding you every second paragraph what a wonder she was, makes her look like a cunt to any sane person. Her simply following her father's bidding can turn into an interesting storyline, though. I'll give it time to grow.

2. Jaehaerys sitting in Harrenhal during Great Council of 101 was a terrible choice and it is important to the plot, since this whole thing was one big scam.

3. The Iron Throne and those swords look absolutely ridiculous. I laughed so hard I had to make a pause to go take a piss.

4. Daemon's armor. That's it. Nothing else to add.

5. I can tell that they've tried to make wigs look better but it's still not enough.

6. Rhaenyra's whole talk with Aemma about birth and swords is simply eye-rolling. She's just returned from her ride on what is an atomic bomb of the known world and she's talking about knights. Right.

7. Corlys shouldn't even be there. I like that he and Rhaenys are being introduced in the first episode, but again, I find it important to show how big of a rift between the family this damn Council was.

8. I always believed that "the queen who never was" was a slur, not a prise.

9. No purple eyes, hair colours are all mixed up, but it's nothing new for HBO so I don't really care.

And that's it. The rest was fun in the best meaning of the word.

1. I love how they show you that Rhaenyra is smart and knowledgeable and at the same time absolutely bored with book studies. Fuck the septa, Alicent, I'm a frickin Princess.

2. Her dresses looked very nice.

3. I liked how smoothly they've established that Rhaenys has Baratheon's blood. I was worried about it since they've changed her hair colour.

4. Dragons look good.

5. Even though he shouldn't be there at that time, Corlys was wonderful in every scene.

6. I didn't have to watch Ser Cunt naming Rhaenyra the Queen of love and beauty. That was such a big win, yes, thank the gods.

7. Love that they've kept the little hint of Aemma losing all of her children except for Rhaenyra.

8. I'm also glad they've kept the part of Viserys getting cut by the Iron Throne. I'm hoping they will show us the strange inability of the maester to heal it. As well as show us Aegon getting rid of the man.

9. Golden cloaks? Perfect. Just perfect.

10. They did Daemon justice. This is the biggest shock to me. Almost everything was there, jeez.

Daemon spends his nights with Mysaria. He's not cutting people limbs for the sake of it. He is the only person on the Small Council who actually cares for the future of his House. They bring up the fact that he is the only military power Viserys has, that given the Council of 101 it's perfectly normal for him to be an heir. They not only tell, but show you the way he keeps getting pushed away from his brother.

Yes. YES to all of it. I'm ready to give someone a medal for writing it this well.

11. Every scene with Rhaenyra and Daemon, because they are perfect. They are also speaking valyrian, just like they should.

12. Daemon calling Otto a cunt.

13. The Long Night reveal seemed like oversimplifying a thing or two, but I will take it for this medium. The bigger picture stuff is long overdue anyway. Especially the prophetic dreams. Can I get my Children of the forest being creepy now?

14. Dragons have saddles. Finally!

15. Glad they didn't make Viserys an outright drunken fool but a fool nevertheless.

16. They didn't show us Daemon saying it! They cut away to Otto mentioning his witnesses 🙄. They've really done it. I want to kiss the writer.

So yeah, I enjoyed it. Very much so. I'm less worried about the rest of this show now for sure.

#hotd #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen

[d3lta-2005]

Hello!

Can i request the Shelby Brothers with a male reader that is like a grandma, like a sweet old lady, that bakes and cooks and knits sweaters adn just takes care of them, but if he finds out someone hurt his babies, he is a wild animal, will absolutely destroy them.

And like a grandma has a lot of pets, doesn't matter which kinda just a lot, maybe a strange type of animal

Shelby Brothers + Michael with a male reader that is like a grandma and has wierd pets but becomes hostile when his S/O is hurt.

TW: cannon typical violence and language :D

MALE GENDER SPECIFIED

B/T = body type

F/C = favourite colour

H/C = hair colour

A/N: of course you can request this, I have enjoyed writing this it was very fun I hope you enjoy reading it just as much. My requests are open.

I Picked pigeon as the animal because they are too cute.

*Thomas Shelby*

You were making some sandwiches and tea. You pigeons Greg and Sam were rubbing against your hand wanting to be fed a bit off the bread, when you heard the door slam. You knew it was Tommy.

Y/N -' I made us some sandwiches and I am just finishing up making the cuppa.'

You turn around to see Tommy's face and clothes covered in blood, he had cuts all over his face and som scattered on his neck.

Y/N -' Tommy are you ok? What happened? Let me get something to clean you up.'

After you patched him up

Y/N -' now tell me who did this to you.'

T/S -' I am fine I have sorted it you don't have to worry about it we just had a difference of opinion.'

Y/N -' you call having a bashed up bloody face a difference in opinion?!'

T/S -' .... * Sigh *, *insert random group name*'

...

Now you are the one returning home covered in blood but with only one or two little scratches.

Your pigeons were calling you into the main room. There sat Tommy in the chair reading. He looked up at you.

T.S -' Jesus Christ what happened to you, you are covered in blood.'

-' don't tell me you actually went after them.'

Y/N -' I couldn't just stand there and watch it happened dear.'

*Arthur Shelby*

Knowing Arthur at this time of night he was probably on the way back from the Garrison in a huff because some stranger was being annoying and complaining about there life.

You heard a bash against the wall the pigeons started flying around and cooing.

You walked to the door and saw Arthur slumped over on the wall with what looks like blood porring from his face

Y/N -' Arthur are you ok, dearest you hear me?'

You tilted his head up to look at you he was half blacked out. You carried him to a seat in the front room and grabbed your med kit and started patching him up.

Y/N -' what happened ?'

A/S -' There was an argument at the bar, I tried to de escalate it but then they dragged in the fact I am a Shelby and., and all I do is fight and cause trouble.'

Y/N -' I know you better then anyone and I know that that's not true.'

A/S -' I know but things escalated even more and they started smacking and punching each other so I had to try and break them up my self.'

Y/N -' do you know them, the ones that started it? I simply just want to have a word with them.'

A/S -' couple of new people who came in I should have known they were truble when they walked in. *Enter discription of 2 people*'

Y/N -' ok you sit tight give my pigeons a bit of company, I will be back in a bit don't worry or stress over anything.'

You went to go have a word with the people who caused it lucky you knew were they lived.

You just had a little word with them

Nothing more nothing less.

Y/N -' Arthur dear I am home you in the front?'

He is in his reading chair slumped over asleep with the pigeons in his arms. You knew it was best to leave him asleep, although you did fix his position so he was comfortable.

*John Shelby*

You were out on a stroll with John holding eachothers hand, because John doesn't care, when a bloke passed by muttering about the two of you

Man -' fook'n slags'

You turned your head to see a man in his 60's with a srumpled up face

Y/N -'what did you say about my boyfriend, do you wanna repeat it mate cause I am all ears.'

Man -' you know what I will you are both slags and gays look at you rott in hell.'

J/S -' do you not know who I am? Do you really wanna fight me that much?'

-' I am a Peaky Blinder, John Shelby, a man you really should not mess with bold of you to say such things'

The man didn't seem fazed at all, so you decide to step in

Y/N -'how dare you say such a thing about me and my boyfriend, have you no dignity?'

The man just stood there and scoffed. You raised your hands ready to fight. John seemed shocked and tried to stop you and calm you down so it doesn't escalate and so you don't cause a fight.

The man did however seem shocked.

J/S -' calm down he's not worth the fight, let's just finish the walk get back home and I will make us a brew, yeah, how does that sound?'

You noded your head in agreement and turned back around and continued the stroll.

*Michael gray*

You and Michael were getting drunk at the garrison laughing and giggling at each other. You were practically on top of each other. His words were sluring and to be honest you couldn't understand what he was saying but dam did he look nice.

I mean he looks nice normally but the alcohol seams to enhance the effects of attraction he had on you.

M/G -' you look so handsome I wanna kiss you baby.'

Y/N -' do you have the guts to kiss me where we are right now, we are not at home dear we are at the garrison, think you can wait till we get back?'

And he did, sort of you got to Polly's doorstep, he couldn't resist any longer than that. It was almost a craving for you and your lips.

He kissed you under that doorstep.

But Polly opened the door on the two of you, you both turned.

P/G -' why on earth are you on my doorstep snogging eachother, get inside will you our family has a bad enough name as it is.'

Polly dragged Michael inside then you and locked the door behind her. Michael then went straight up stairs and you followed close behind.

You both ended pasted out next to eachother.

#gender neutral s/o #mlm #nblm #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x male reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby #john shelby x male reader #john shelby x reader #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x male reader #thomas shelby x reader #michael gray #michael gray x reader #Michael gray x male reader #male s/o #male reader

[gizmocrate-werecrow]

What to do when you are a leafling: hero’s hideaway?

(Well I think I’m having too much fun with this)

Down in his vault hideaway, Olimar took off his space suit. He was wearing a white shirt with the hocotate shipping company logo and a ring. He took it off and placed it in a box. He let out a long and heavy sigh. His hideaway had artifacts of this strange planet strewn around. Giant’s buttons, a picture of a familiar looking pair of beasts, his pilot seat and a knocked out familiar stranger.

The Stranger wore a blue variation of the hocotate shipping company issued suit, the stranger’s helmet was covered in blood and the suit in guts of an Icy bulborb. The name seemed to come to Olimar thankfully. 

Louie.

“So the president sent you here…How…” Olimar started, trying to say the word that came to mind when he thought of the president, what he wished he could say when doing unpaid overtime, what he wished he could say when he has to go on yet another long haul journey that takes a week to complete. The word then came to him, leaving his mouth with its sounds feeling unfamiliar to Olimar.

“Incompetent of him…He sent me to my death…Now he has sent you to find me…Moss, take him down, he needs to be saved from the stupidity of my boss…this feels so weird to say…it feels cathartic…he won't get mad if i say it now…but… no i shouldn't think it, shouldn't say it and yet there is a hint of excitement to say it.” Olimar said. He jumped onto Moss as they both entered the cave.

Down in the cave, Moss laid Louie down. Olimar took a deep breath and blew the whistle around his neck. Three blue Pikmin picked up Louie and carried him into the onion. In a moment louie was sucked up and spat out as a dark blue coloured leaf person. Olimar blew the whistle again, letting the three blue Pikmin run back to him.

Then it happened.

Louie woke up and got onto his feet and stood diligently much like the Pikmin would.

“Louie? You’re already awake?”

“...Dandori…achieved through command…dandori…gives food.” Louie said, his now four green eyes staring blankly at Olimar.

At least a part of Louie still remained. Now if I blow the whistle and point at a button in the water. Olimar thought, his hand shaking with uncertainty as he brought the whistle to his lips. With a whistle he pointed at the button under water. Louie and two blue Pikmin ran underwater, carrying the button without complaint.

A breakthrough! It seems I can command the...Oh it seems one of the leaf people I saved has called himself a leafling. I cannot think of a better name so I will use that. I can command Leaflings as well as Pikmin! This will improve my Dandori skills beyond what I thought was possible! Olimar thought. He could feel a slight part of him, the hocotatian part of him begging to stop.

That small part was silenced as one thought echoed in the captain’s mind.

“Dandori…” The captain said.

A few hours earlier

Pom jumped off of the rescue dog and walked around Dingo. She ummed and ahhed at his appearance. There was a spring in her step and a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“You must be Dingo.” Pom said.

“Your name is Pom, I take it.” Dingo said, shaking Pom’s hand.

“Yes! I’m Pom Amarde. The rookie.” Pom smiled and then walked up to the other two leaflings.

Jack meanwhile climbed onto Dingo’s shoulder, they looked up at him in confusion.

“Who is that?” Jack said, they now had their weapon sheathed on their back. They tugged at their stem for a moment waiting for an answer.

“That's our way back to the ship. One moment, Pom?”

“Yes?” Pom said.

“Listen, we have to wait until nightfall or else Yonny will vanish.”

“Oh okay then! I'll ask Russ if he's got any ideas on how to deal with that. Collin, Dingo will be coming back via the SS Beagle. Can it drop him off while I explore the rest of the cave?”

“You can try Pom, but be careful. If you or Oatchi are down while it's gone we can't recover you!” Collin said.

“Relax, it's going to be okay.” Pom smiled, directing Dingo and Jack to the ship.

Being teleported reminded Dingo a lot of the onion, sucked up into the small ship and the next thing he knew he found himself staring up at Shepherd. Dingo could feel his cheeks turn red as he covered his face. He stood up and dusted himself off before assuming a cool look. By her side was Colin who was deep in the whole communication thing. 

“Ranger Dingo. Welcome back to the rescue corps.” Shepherd said.

(So likes are liked but reblogs are better! Askbox is also open and um…well…this is going to be the point where it really goes off the games plot)

#pikmin 4 #pikmin au #moss pikmin #louie pikmin #captain olimar #olimin #dingo pikmin #pom pikmin #oatchi #fanfic #red pikmin #blue pikmin #pikmin 4 spoilers #pikmin #erma shepherd #collin pikmin #shepherd pikmin

[foolishlee]

Witchcraft smp head-cannons

mainly Scott because i dont watch all pov's

Scott has been using the same crusty makeup since he was 15 at first it was for fun but now he uses it to bring more colour into his face

cleo was reluctant to kill zombies at first but does with much more ease now, she just has to remind herself that otherwise they are subjected to a life of mindless obedience

Prismarina has a habit of making up theories about her fellow witches, she has no idea why but its strangely familiar, her walls are covered in red string

joey was a very sheltered child, but neglected, he had many siblings of all different talents but was the runt of the litter only gaining one power, due to this he is egotistical and seeks validation

when Scott first started necromancy, he was bitten and infected by a zombie, although he managed to stop it his hands remain boney and the skin is easily broken but contains no blood

Lauren -although being the most chaotic- cares deeply for all people she comes across, even after joey betrayed her, Lauren could never outright hate him

cupquake sometimes cant tell if the voices she hears are real, the plants or imaginary. although she tries many grounding techniques sometimes its to hard to tell them apart , so she finds comfort in voices she can recognise easily

Eloise once touched hands with bertha while they were handing over gems, now whenever she practices illusions either Berthas colour scheme or Bertha themselves appear, safe to say she is head over heels

!!TW: self unalive : TW !! after "he" first died, and Scott was having trouble picking up necromancy he considered going to see him himself via death, even if the afterlife didn't exist what if he would be scared of how Scott now looked, what if he had never really loved him. when Scott was in the process of considering it a book on necromancy fell from a shelf, maybe it was the supreme knowing he needed him alive or maybe it was his lost lover giving him one last push

i might add more later who knows

#witchcraft smp #scott smajor #soupforeloise #ihascupquake #laurenzside #joey garceffa #prismarina #zombiecleo #witchcraft smp headcannons

[invisibleraven]

"You're so good with children." for Willie/anyone?

Of all the careers Willie imagined for himself growing up, he never once imagined becoming a social worker. But maybe it wasn't all that surprising, given he had spent most of his childhood dealing with them. He wanted to be that person for some kid out there, helping them get out of a bad situation and into their forever home like Felicia had done for him.

So he studied, and worked hard. Some nights he went home crying for those kids he just couldn't help. Others he raged at the broken system that he worked for. But when he was able to help those kids he could? Their little toothy smiles made it all worth it.

Today though, he knew would be a hard one, since he had to visit a group home to ensure they were following guidelines, never a fun part of his job. Sure he always had fun chatting with the kids, but sometimes they confessed to mistreatment and it always broke his heart.

To make matters even more complicated, Caleb was in town and insisted they meet up. Normally Willie relished any time he got to spend with his dad, but on a day like today when all he would want after work was to decompress? It didn't sound like the best night to entertain his over the top patriarch.

"Lunch then?" Caleb suggested. "And maybe tomorrow we can do dinner, I'll even cook."

"I have to work today, straight through lunch, sorry dad," Willie replied apologetically. "But I'm totally down for you cooking. Especially if it's your lasagna, I've been dreaming about it since the last time I was home."

"You know I'm perfectly happy to give you th recipe William," Caleb replied.

"You know it won't taste as good," Willie teased.

"Well that's because I am only giving you the secret ingredient when you read my will," Caleb joked back. "Can I bring you lunch at least? It can't do for you to do your job on an empty stomach."

"I'd really love that," Willie started. "But..."

"No buts!" Caleb protested. "I'm going to drop you off a salad or something, get a quick hug, and I'm gone again, I promise."

"Fiiiine," Willie sighed. "Two minutes, that's all."

He was sure he would come to regret agree to it, but Willie only got to go home a few times a year and with Caleb's busy schedule running nightclubs all over the country, it was rare that they got to meet up. Maybe they didn't share a drop of blood, but Willie would forever be grateful to the man for taking him in, for being a real dad to him, despite not knowing a thing about raising kids.

Heck, Willie still had the plush dragon Caleb had gotten him when he was a kid. Sure, Lancelot wa a bit worse for wear, and he sat on a shelf rather than getting snuggled nightly, but Willie would keep that thing until he was dust, of that he was sure.

The next day was a good one, strangely. The group home was bright and welcoming, full of colour and life. It was easy to see the kids were loved and well looked after, and even if they knew this wasn't their final destination, they were happy enough to stay there until they found homes of their own.

Around noon, Willie heard the sound of Caleb's obnoxious purple roadster pulling up, and he couldn't help but grin, having fond memories of being driven around in it, the wind pulling at his hair. Taking it out for a joyride before he knew which pedal did which and being forbidden from sitting behind the wheel for life afterwards.

He went out to greet Caleb, but the kids of course followed him, wanting a closer look at the flashy car and the flashier man who just hopped out of it.

"Hey dad!" Willie called, waving, and then rushing into Caleb's arms. "I missed you."

"Missed you too son," Caleb whispered, holding him a smidgen longer. He then coughed and pulled back. "I see you're still resisting a hair cut."

"And I see you are refusing to age still, instead of embracing the silver fox you secretly are," Willie shot back with a grin.

Caleb handed him a bag. "Your lunch."

Willie accepted the bag, and then turned when he felt little fingers tugging at his shirt. One of the kids-Inez, if he remembered correctly stared up at him. "Mister Willie, is that your dad?"

"He sure is," Willie replied, crouching down low so he was eye level with the sweet girl.

"But he doesn't look anything like you!" she protested.

"Well that's because I used to be in a home just like this one," Willie explained. "Until my dad came looking for an awesome kid and found me, pretending to be a dragon. And decided that was way better and took me home. Just like some lucky parent will do for you some day."

"That's so cool!" Inez shouted. "I'm gonna go draw you as a dragon, so you can't leave until it's done okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it," Willie promised, linking pinkies with the girl and shooed her off to where one of the workers was calling her in for lunch.

"You're so good with children," Caleb remarked, leaning back against his car. "I knew you had to be, doing this job. But it's different seeing it in person."

"I learned from the best," Willie replied, slugging Caleb playfully in the arm.

"Pffft, I tried my best I suppose," Caleb said with a shrug.

"It was more than enough, believe me," Willie stated. "I do what I do because I want all the little Willies out there to find their Calebs. People who will try to be the best parents they can, and help these kids grow."

Caleb sniffled and looked away, but he reached over and squeezed Willie's hand. "Thank you son. That means a lot." He coughed then and slid on his ridiculous sun glasses that looked like they came out of a sci fi novel. "I'll let you get back to it. Dinner tomorrow, you can help me make lasagna?"

"Sounds great. Thanks dad."

"For the salad?" Caleb asked.

"And so much more than that," Willie replied, tugging Caleb into one last hug before rushing back to the group home, and watching the car speed away.

And wondered if he could get Inez to draw him a picture of Caleb as a vampire-just for fun.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willie & caleb #julie and the phantoms

[myers-meadow]

House of 1000 Corpses AU ch. 6.1: Initiation

Title: chapter 6 Initiation

Summary: Doe Eyes' initiation into the darker part of the family. Shared AU with @immortal-velociraptor and @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better, who Blinky and Selena belong to, respectively.

Wordcount: 2278

Warnings: canon-typical stuff. Gore, blood, grossness, psychological torture, cigarettes. Also: some fluff.

Trying to make chapters smaller so it's less daunting for me to write, so I cut the current chapter I'm working on in two (the thing is already longer than 5k words and I'm still going). Quite a large chunk of this was written weeks ago. Hope you enjoy <3

Divider by firefly-graphics as always.

“What you wanna do with him, princess?” Otis asked, as I finished my braid, leaving the end untied for now. It was greasy enough for it to stay decently enough. His hand that first pet my head, now warmed my thigh. “Take his fingers? His hand? Baby’d wanna scalp him, we can do that too. It’d be fitting.”

“Do you want to use him for a project?” I asked, keeping my voice quiet. The excitement was practically buzzing from Otis as he thought of the numerous ways he could torture poor Neil, but he kept his attention on me.

He hummed. “Don’t think this one’s inspiring me much. So, tell me, what’s your idea? I can tell you have some in that big brain of yours.”

“What you do with him is not up to me, you do as you like anyway.”

Glancing at panicked yet tired Neil did not give me any hope for him. His fate was sealed the moment he set foot in this house.

Otis barked out a laugh. “You’re part of this, whether you like it or not. May as well have some fun with it. Come on, Doe Eyes.”

“Okay, fine, but outside,” I said, playing with the charm on my earring.  

After telling him my idea in hushed voices in the hallway, Otis could not contain his grin – and I felt like a true part of the Firefly family, however strange that sounded. Not wanting to see or hear whatever he got up to until it was time for my part in it, I wandered the house to look for chores to do.

“Doe Eyes! There you are,” it was Blinky, who rounded the corner, rushing to get to the attic.

“Blink! What are you up to?”

“Selena said that RJ was trying to catch raccoons, but that will hurt them, so we need to save the them.”

“Ah, I’ll come with. He put traps in the attic?”

After gathering the traps, and making sure neither of us got hurt in the process, we sat in their room with a bowl of sugary cereal.

“I don’t think there’s really any raccoons,” I tried, to make sure they wouldn’t worry, “or we would’ve seen traces of them up there.”

“After all that crawling around, we have to do something fun,” they said, head already somewhere else. Resolutely they set the bowl down on the nightstand. “Baby went through her old make-up, wanna try something out?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll be your canvas if you like.”

Blinky chatted as they did my make-up, something colourful, in pink and blue. I wasn’t allowed to talk or I’d move my face too much. At the end, they held a mirror up like they would at the hairdresser’s. “What do you think?”

“It’s so pretty, thank you. My turn next? I have an idea.”

“Oh, exciting!” They sat down, kicking their feet since they were short enough for them not to touch the floor.

“Sit still,” I warned, although that was just a formality, a habit. It didn’t matter if it takes a little longer. Dipping the brush into yellow first. I wasn’t practiced like Blinky was, but I used to paint kid’s faces sometimes, on special days at the end of the school year – colourful things.

“There, all done,” I said, trying to hide that I was proud of how good it came out. A yellow-brown butterfly, the one with many gorgeous eyes on its wings. I held the mirror up to show them. “Mein schöner Augenfalter. Do you like it?”

After dinner, it was time to do my part of the idea I had – wanted to give Neil the advantage of darkness. Nerves made my hands tremble and my heart race. I went up the stairs, feeling like each step made terrible noise from how uncoordinated my body felt, then crept in Otis’ dark room, only lit by a strip from the door that I left open to hear if anyone was coming. Neil’s chair was in the middle of the room, his back to me. The knife still stuck in the arm rest of the chair where Neil was sitting. He looked pretty beaten up, cuts all over, some even on his face and I cringed just looking at him. But now was to moment to prove my worth, my place in this family – so I kneeled down in front of the chair and pried the knife from the wood.

“Hey Neil,” I whispered. He was awake, and tried saying something through the rag in his mouth. I held my finger in front of my lips. “You gotta be very silent, okay?”

Pulling the gag down, he coughed and licked his dry lips, trying to croak out words, I shook my head.

“Quiet, or they’ll hear you.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? They’re all downstairs in the living room, except Tiny, he’s in the basement. Can you remember that?” With the knife out of the way, I untied the ropes binding his wrists and torso.

“You’re all going to jail for this,” he managed to get out.

I halted my movements, raising my eyebrows at him. “Do you prefer me to leave you here?”

Neil’s eyes widened as he realised he messed up again. “I mean, you’re with them, aren’t you?”

I shook my head. “I was like you not too long ago,” and I pushed up my sleeve enough for him to see one of the scars, “but it’s fine. Even if I go to jail, it’s fine. Please just get help.”

Neil, impatient, bend down to help me undo the ropes around his ankles. He looked at me then, only nodded.

“There’s a set of car keys by the door or in one of the coat pockets. They have a dog tied outside somewhere. I’m gonna go back downstairs and try to keep everyone there for a bit – wait until I’m down, yeah? Yeah.”

And so it began. I trailed back downstairs, where I made tea with hands that shook so bad I only dared fill the cup halfway. The danger of what I did felt terrible. What if Neil really got away? What if he really went to the police and- the thought of it was too much, making my heart beat a terrible rhythm. Blinky in jail- no, never, that should never happen. Even if Blinky was safe, and Selena too, on reasonable grounds of having been imprisoned, the thought of the rest of the family torn apart and imprisoned like common criminals was a horrifying thought. They had it coming, according to some, perhaps. But no, this family was more than just- than just criminals. They were a family. It felt like they were well and truly above the law, like nothing of the morals and values of the world outside of this house applied to them. And by now, I’m part of this. I’m part of this family. I pulled the tea bag from the mug and left it for later on the counter; time to go to the living room and hope for the best.

Mrs. Firefly, Baby and Blinky occupied the couch; RJ and Ghost must be in RJ’s room. Or walking the dog. Once I reached the living, Otis pulled me to sit with him in the armchair.

“Careful with the tea,” I said, which he ignored. I sat down on the matching ottoman in front of him. Our knees bumped into each other, which only further frayed my nerves.

He leaned forward. “You’re nervous.”

I hummed as I took a first sip of the tea that was still too hot, but I needed the comfort.

“Let’s have smoke,” he said as he stood up, expecting me to follow.

The cold January wind bit my face as soon as we stepped outside. Otis got the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, let me take one first.

He chuckled as he lit it for me and I took a first, big drag.

“Shut up,” I said, before he even opened his mouth.

“Don’t you love a good hunt?” he said, choosing to ignore me. He breathed in deep. “Can already smell the fear.”

“That’s just me.”

He put his smokes away – did he take me outside just so I could smoke?

“Princess, what are you afraid of? It’s not your hide on the line.” His voice was smoother as he talked, pleasant to the ears. As I toyed with the cigarette and looked anywhere but him, he trailed his finger up my arm, teasingly. He steadied my hand, raising it to his face so he could take a drag for himself.

“You’re in a good mood and it’s making me even more nervous,” I mumbled, messing with my earrings. His hand found a spot at the back of my head, underneath the braid, and he pulled it lightly so I’d look up at him as I exhaled the smoke. His unusual amber eyes searched my face, and as he pulled at my hair, that specific spot, it was like a switch flipped. His hold was not tight, but I felt like a puppet, easy for him to manipulate, easy for him to overpower – cruel hands so tender then, so sure of their hold on me. It was an almost a primal, base feeling, something ingrained, something I couldn’t stop. With a soft gasp, my eyes flickered shut as arousal stabbed my gut unexpectedly with each small tug.

“That’s a sweet sound, princess,” he chuckled darkly. “Be patient, I’ll spoil you after I’m done with the Scot.” His breath was hot on my face, and I felt caged by his presence alone. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he looked to mine. “You can be good and wait for me tonight, yeah?” Then he let go of my hair, and the spell was broken. Shakily, I took a last drag, staring at my boots in the mud.

As soon as I caught a glimpse of Neil’s auburn hair, I retreated to brush my teeth, even though it was rather early. In the bathroom, I stared at myself for a long while, before washing my make-up off. I looked normal. Fine. Just like any other day. It felt like I should be going grey from stress by now, but no, no such thing. A dangerous mood to be alone in, but I didn’t want to worry Blinky, and Baby would just tease me about Otis. I was already halfway down the stairs to the basement, before I realised that it was Tiny I headed to. I knocked and he opened the heavy basement door.

“Hi, Tiny, how are you? Can I stay here for a little bit? You can kick me out any time.”

His movements slow, he stepped aside to let me enter, and nodded to let me know he understood me. He handed me the book on his nightstand, even though Mrs. Firefly said he couldn’t hear well, and gestured me to sit down on his bed and read to him. The story was a simple adventure story, and halfway through, tiny laid down with his head in my lap. Not long after that, his eyes fell closed, and I replaced my thigh with the pillow, hoping he’d continue his sleep.

Immediately as I closed the basement door behind me, being careful with the noise even though Tiny wouldn’t hear, the dread and jitters were back. Right. Neil.

Up the stairs, on my way to brush my teeth a second time – just to stall, I passed Otis’ open door. He noticed me walk by, and went over to pull me inside, a knife in his hand, blood dripping on the floor.

“Nice of you to join us,” he said, grinning smugly. “All thanks to you, Neil and I had a nice time getting to know each other, didn’t we, Neil? Why don’t you say ‘thank you’ to sweet Doe Eyes for setting you free?”

Otis pulled down the gag and Neil spit out a string of profanities so vile, I flinched. “You betrayed me, you fucking cunt-”

Otis, who noticed my discomfort, shoved the gag back in his mouth, but the grin remained on his face. I’d truly done my part, and my stomach twisted itself into knots.

“Oh, Doe Eyes, come over here for a second, yeah, come ‘ere,” Otis opened his arms for me, and feeling lost and sick, I walked around Neil’s chair and right into them. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, then rubbed my back. “You did well, real well. Couldn’t have thought of a better gift.”

“Gift?” I echoed, swallowing the bile in my throat. He released me, turning his attention back to poor Neil.

Otis chuckled. “If you wanna give the knife a try, he’s all yours.”

“No,” I said, voice firm for the first time that day.

Otis shrugged and twirled the knife in his hand. The handle was slippery with blood. “No matter.”

“I’m gonna try to sleep,” I said. “Do you know if Baby still has hers? If not, I can sleep with her if it’s quieter.”

He shook his head. “She’s gonna stretch ‘em out for a while – had a crush on the short one.” With the confidence of a jaguar, he walked around the tied man, seizing me up like he once seized Neil up. His eyes caught mine and it felt like a stab in my gut. “Don’t forget my promise, we’ll play too, tonight. I won’t be long.”

“You know Spaulding will complain if you don’t keep it down; don’t make it too late.”

#house of 1000 corpses #otis driftwood x oc #manon “doe eyes” driftwood #otis driftwood #baby firefly #tiny firefly #blinky firefly #selena “ghost” firefly

[memurfevur-archive]

Give Gifts

Character(s): The Regifter (Charli), Somnys, npc character

About: Charli finds himself in a strange position: a familiar place with unfamiliar events. Vague memories of laughter, but heavier memories of loss. When a god of dreams contacts him, he learns he's meant to serve a greater purpose with a newfound power.

CW: implied deaths

Word Count: 1,573

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I couldn’t give you what you lost.

The ceiling was dark with hints of dust at the edges, threatening future cobweb tenants. A small vent was screwed into the wall just under it and filled the room with a dull, rattling hum. A dim glow from a blue-screen computer filled the small room, flickering slightly enough to be distracting. It revealed the smiles of animal characters in matte hanging on the walls. Each face was either crowned or throned by words of encouragement, or commands to have fun, to party, to laugh, to eat. Charli groaned and looked abruptly away from the haunting characters, so familiar to him that they burned the back of his mind.

But I hope that this is enough.

Charli grunted as he pushed himself to a sitting position. He clutched his head as the room begun to spin, keeping his head down to stave off the dizziness. Even in a dim place such as this, everything felt too bright and overwhelming. What had happened?

Children. He remembered children. A small group of them, and someone else. They were scared. They didn’t know. He had to preserve them, them and their dreams.

Out of the corner of his vision he caught sight of a crumpled black lump on the ground. A frightened scream tore out of him. Blood of an unidentifiable colour stained its clothes and splat on the floor around it. The head was propped up by a flat halo of horns, eyes open and staring right past him. But there was no mistaking it: that paling corpse had his face. Charli scooted himself back as far as he could go to get distance between him and the uncanny mirror.

“Who are you?!” The question tore from his throat in a near agonized scream. “What’s going on?”

A pink mist began to fill the room, full of starlight and swirls. Charli could scarcely make out a shape in the mist of something inhuman. Draconic, perhaps. The eyes of the figure glowed in a harsh white light. Charli reached around him blindly for something to defend himself, finally managing to stand and settling with a swivelling office chair as his mode of attack. The figure in the mist tilted its head as if studying Charli, seeming unfazed by the laughable threat.

Don’t you remember? You gave your life to protect them. You had so much love for their dreams, and wishes that they would put into their toys, and the characters that dance on the stage.

Charli blinked. “I’m dead?” His eyes landed on the corpse once again.

Yes, but not anymore. You return with a body made of dreams and hope. And now you can give it, and protect it, like you sought to have done. There are those who are in love with dreams, but I’ve never met a love like yours.

“You’re making no sense,” Charli whimpered.

The bear. Grab it.

Charli looked to his left where a small teddy-bear with bulging plush eyes and rosy cheeks sat on a neglected shelf. He shakily took the toy in his hands.

Do you recognize it?

He was surprised to find that he did. This bear was custom made from this building’s workshop. He could feel the small stone heart inside weighing down the bear in his hands. It was customary of anyone who made a plush here to recite their hopes and dreams onto this stone before putting it in the stuffing and sealing the plush up. The child who held this bear had wished to live beyond what the doctors predicted for him. He brought the toy to his chest as his eyes began to well with tears.

They did not make it. I regret to inform you that your sacrifice was in vain. But when doors close, there are others that can be opened. You feel them, don’t you?

Small floating lights could barely be made through the mist. Charli nodded his head, his face now blotchy and puffy. These were the children he could not save. He reached out to one of the floating lights as if coaxing a scared animal. One of the lights shuddered, then floated gracefully to his fingertips. He bit back a sob in his throat.

In dreams, all souls can be touched and connected, but the only thing they are ever tethered to is their bodies. That is why we wake in the same body every day, with fuzzy memories of our adventures from a sleeping world.  But when we die, there is nothing to be tethered to. Many become lost, unable to leave the realm of dreams. But, there is a way to bring them back. They only need a tether in the waking, living world.

“It’s so small,” Charli cried. “This isn’t fair. Can I not bring it back to its body?”

Yes, if you want the child to be Undead, and hunted down by those who seek money or a break from their own curses. They would not think twice about an embodiment of a child’s love, however.

Though there were no pupils to mark the direction of the entity’s stare, Charli could feel them urging him to look at the teddy bear. Its soft fur had become dampened in some parts from the tears that dripped off his chin. The small light waved and flickered, as if it recognized the toy.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered to the light. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”

But you can fix it now.

Horrified, he was reluctant to listen, but as the urging became stronger he willed the soul to enter the plush. His breath was shaky, but he was overcome with strange relief. The intensity of love and hope, the wishful thinking of a tomorrow that would never come. The regifting of life, through some bizarre unnatural cycle, manifesting from two worlds that Charli was both a part of and so far removed from.

The light in his hand faded and the limbs of the beloved bear began to twitch. Before long the bear sat up in his arms, looked up at him with a tilt of its head. Quiet. Mute. But there was a strange uncanny air to this plush. The child had a new home. Charli could feel the very same love the child had first put into this bear back when it had been made, as if it served as the blood – stuffing, rather– of the body. He wanted to weep. How could life be born anew on wishes alone?

“How is this even possible?”

You are made from me, an extension of my light. I revived your soul, and though you have not a body you have a gift. To rehouse dreams. To resurrect life. To give them new perspectives. You would treat them well, these fragile hopes; I have seen a powerful love inside of you that promises it.

“I’m dead, and I can make others… not dead?” Charli shook his head. He could not look at the bear now. He could not look at his corpse. He could not look at the figure in the mist. He closed his eyes, refusing to look at anything or anyone. “I didn’t ask for this.”

A gift is often never asked for.

“What, do you want me to just travel the world and put every ghost I see into a stupid plush toy?” He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. The bear was not stupid. The bear was a sign of hope, and now housed the soul of the child that had loved it so dearly. He lowered his voice, mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

In time you will begin to understand it. But for now, let no living thing look at you, lest they be burned by a light they cannot fathom. I will take your physical body, and I will put it into the sky to honor your deeds. Mortals will soon find a new constellation to admire. Good night.

The pink mist began to fade, and so too did the figure standing in it. When it was cleared, his own corpse was nowhere in sight, and instead what was left in its place was a strange white object. The teddy bear in his hands wiggled free and marched towards the mask, picking it up in its soft paws, and waddled back to Charli. It presented the mask to him, and he could see it more clearly. It was a strange, uncanny face; a wide smile that stretched to both rosy red cheeks, and upturned eyes that cried purple tears. Was he really not allowed to show his face?

With a distressed sigh he accepted the mask from the bear and secured it to his head. The weight felt awkward, though the mask fit perfectly. Was this to be his new identity? A masked conduit of wakefulness and sleep? Of life and death? He held the bear to him, who did not seem to mind the embrace.

Gifts are supposed to make people happy. Maybe life was a gift that could be given again and again and again. Maybe he could turn suffering into joy. Maybe pain would be trivial, someday. Silver eyes met plush ones, and there was a strange unspoken understanding between the two new friends.

They together must preserve the dreams of those who are lost.

#Regifter #fevur writing #new guy dropped and he said to make him angsty and confused

[littlelightbolt]

JazzProwl + little baby - Mer AU

Never really written stuff before but this idea was stuck on me so I've put it out in bullet point form.

I'm looking for mabye someone to give me more ideas on this one, cause I only have certain scenes in my mind.

This is very much a setting-the-scene chapter, I have 2 more written-ish coming.

If anyone interested please message me.

Chapter 1: The capture.

Open on the wild kepl forest, sunny waters where the light filters the sands in rays of colour.

A group of otters are foraging the deeps for clams

One particular one has got their haul in their pouch. Content.

A shrill cry echoes through the waters

The otters scatter, from within the Kelp a higher pitched keen sounds back

A juvenile orca mer floats through the green curtains.

They seem to be having fun, doing spins and zooming with the tidal movements. They take care to not get too close to the shore.

With a flip if their tail they depart off to deeper waters to reunite with what seems to be returning hunting party and mum successful and full from a good hunt.

With a shell clutched close, the young one meets with mum. Showing off the pretty find as they get their fill nursing.

Mother holds the close, the water was warm, the waves calming the sun bright.

It will forever be ingrained in the young ones mind.

The moment shifts as a new noise arrives

Loud and noisy it cuts out all other sound of life, it grows louder and in their direction.

The pod around him grows tense, the young one cautiously curious not knowing why the sound was bad

In a flash the matriarch let's out a shrill command and the pod scatters

Mum and the little take off staying close together. The little one tries their hardest to keep up, wild with fear bled off their mother. She urges them to the kelp forest. Once within they would be safe.

But, whatever was chasing them seemed faster yet. A sharp shadow blocked out the sun above them. The baby whines with fear . The mother urges them to dive.

A horrid sound rocks the water, disorienting the poor baby and mother. They become immobile. The young one literally quaking in pain and fear scents the water around them.

A splat, something enters the waters, the young one see a strange mesh of holes surround them. They start to panic struggle but the mesh has entangled him. Their sharp cry is echoed by their mother who still wracked with pain tries to come to their rescue, clawing the material to no avail. The ropes were too thick to cut through in time.

The young one pulled a pull upwards, their thrashing increased 3 fold.

With a wail, they are plucked from the warm water of his home to the brittle cold air of New Zealand.

He looks on in horror as his mother disappear from his sight , hidden by the white hard surfaces of the beast he was on.

As soon as he was flat on the hard surface, strange bipedal creatures went down on him, putting wet furry things on their flank and yelling over them in harsh tones. The smell of long dead fish greets him.

The wails of his mother can still be heard overboard and he shrieks for ever help.

The boat rocks sideways as they see their mothers hands grasps the walls to reach him.

A glint of a weird shiny barrel winks from the grasp of one of the bipedals however. The little one watches in confused horror as it is pointed at their mother.

She sees it too late.

BANG!

The little one silences. The mother is quiet. There is red leaking onto the floor, it reaches the little one as the ship continues to rock. It smells like warm blood, it coats some of their side.

Mother is silent, stock still almost. Her face locked in a scary gaze. She rocks and slides unsteadily, and falls back into the ocean.

The cry of the seagulls just got louder. The bipedals began to bark again at one another!

“The fuzz is on their way! Let’s move out!

With the the familiar sound of a motor hits the shocked babies ears faintly as the shudders of the boat lock them into their fate.

They get moved to a little water pen, only as wide as the length of their body. They couldn’t move at all.

It was there the little one cold, hungry and scared cried itself to sleep. Praying their mother would come and save them.

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Next Chapter

#transformers #prowl #jazz #oc as baby or its bluestreak up to you #merformers #idea #Didn't really think I'll have the brain stamina to actually go through with this here we are pleasantly suprised #Ideas are welcome #But i do have a general idea of it mabye? #writers on tumblr #First time writer really #transformer sparkling #for funsies #fanfiction #my work

[juniperberries-canisroot]

MORTAL SANCTUARY

Summary: The one year 'anniversary' of Astrid's betrayal weighs heavy on the guilty conscience of Listener and Matron, Chantilly Leice.

Content warnings: Paranoia, regret, betrayal & guilt. Canon events, violence and death. First person PoV.

Context: I know Arnbjorn is scripted to die in game. In my story CL arrives just in time to save him. Everyone else dies thou.

Fun fact there is actually in game a NightShade plant by the escape tower. It's inside Solitide by the gate of the tower if you were using it to go outside. It's near the food stalls.

@tes-summer-fest

"You're part of the Family, after all. This, as you can see, is our Sanctuary. You won't find a safer place in all of Skyrim."

"Our Family, my dearest. Our Family."

Eight years. Eight years ago you told me that after I was recruited into the Dark BrotherHood. Family, safety. For seven years I was part of your 'family'. For seven years I did as you told. I served, and I killed, and I was part of your family. In some strange twisted way, you became the closest thing I ever had to a mother figure in my life.

But just like the people who were supposed to be my parents, you sold me off. A year ago you betrayed me. You saw me as a threat to your authority, your leadership. Years of loyalty meant nothing to you. I was nothing more than leverage in the end. And I still wasn't enough. My one purpose to you, my one final use, and I failed that as well.

I couldn't save them all. I couldn't save your family. I barely had enough time to protect the ones that survived. I am forever grateful for the ones who did, but I am forever haunted by the memories I have of those who didn't. The memories I have of them are tainted, thanks to you. I lost them. They're dead. It's my fault they died.

Do you know NightShade grows in areas associated with death? Areas where dead bodies lie. Places where someone was killed. Caves and homes that undead vampires inhabit. The exit tower you told me to take after poisoning the fake Emperor.

Some grow outside both Sanctuaries. There were always a few outside the Falkreath Sanctuary, even years before that day. Now, there's five more plants. Festus Krex. Gabriella. Veezara. Lis. You.

They others are doing well. Arnbjorn, Nazir, Babette, Cicero. There's been three new recruits since then.

I'm not doing well.

When I see a flash of black and red, my blood runs cold. Fear pumps through my veins faster than any drug could take affect. I instinctively reach for a dagger and search for a shadowy corner to drag them off to and slice their throat out. It's usually not a Penitus Oculatus agent, but there have been the rare times it was. Too many times for my comfort. What a sick irony that the BrotherHood and Oculatus uniforms share a similar colour scheme.

I'm constantly terrified that I'll loose them. That I'll come back to the DawnStar Sanctuary one day to find it ablaze, or that I will arrive far after the embers have died down, and find their charred corpses. That once again I will be too late to save someone.

They are the closest thing I have to a family, and I'm terrified at the thought of that. I'm terrified that if I say it aloud, if I think about it too much, they'll die. They'll be killed. And it will be all my fault again.

You were an idiot thinking you could go against somethin more powerful than you. I was a fool thinking I could allow myself to have a family.

Now I carry the Blade. I'm the Matron and Listener. Maybe it was supposed to be this way. I knew for years the way you ran the Sanctuary was wrong. Abandoning the Tenets, disregarding the Night Mother's authority. My authority, as Listener.

But what I wouldn't give for everyone to alive today. Arnbjorn said the others were already dead by the time I arrived. But that doesn't prevent me from thinking what could have been. If I was just a little faster, if I left a bit sooner.

I'll never have a family again. I can't allow myself to have a family, to cars for someone, anyone, like that again. Not after what happened that day. Not after you.

I hope you're happy with your decisions. I know I'm not with mine.

#tesfest23 #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #Elder Scrolls V #tes #tesv #Chantilly Leice #pls be nice this is my first time posting actual writing in literal years #i dont have an Ao3 so you gotta read it on the post #pls do let me know if the warnings need to be altered #first time doing it #i also feel like with a game rated T and the canon typical blood and violence its kinda a given #my writing #fanwrite

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Through A Crystal, Darkly

'C'mon Susie, give me back my glasses!'

Ralsei waved feebly with his free paw, trying in vain to swipe his spectacles back from his draconic tormentor. Without their protection, his entire world was little more than indisctinct shapes and colours - no contours to differentiate anything, no solidity to grip onto, an illusory world devoid of truth and meaning.

Oh, if only Kris were here to restore some semblance of order...!

"Ooh, look at me!' squaked Susie from somewhere above him, tongue poking out from between her yellowed fangs. 'I'm a gigantic dweeb who loves homework!'

The delicate metal frame, designed for the prince's more demure facial structure, dug into the scales behind her ears, and the thick cola-bottle glass made everything fuzzy, and hurt Susie's eyes to look through. But these discomforts were well worth taking the preachy little do-gooder down a peg or two...

...well, it wasn't exactly bullying. Just a bit of fun between friends, that's all. Yeah, that' s all it was.

She looked at him through her ill-gotten glasses. He seemed even fluffier than ever, distorted through those ridiculous lenses - in fact, he looked like an actual hairball with green and pink blotches coming off of it. She'd have snickered at the image if not for the fact she was already midway through a giggling fit.

He also seemed... larger. Wait, no, that wasn't quite... more like he had more presence. There was more Ralsei there than before... or something...

Ugh, okay, now her head was starting to hurt, and this joke had run its course. And then, just as she was about to take them off, Ralsei lowered his arm, and opened his eyes.

'C-c'mon...' he pleaded, his simpering smile unseen.

Susie blinked, staring into the swirling blackness where her friend's eyes should have been. It was a darkness deeper than she had ever seen before. The memory came to her unbidden, of the empty storage closet, the unending expanse, the floor giving way...

Susie stumbled.

The world beneath her feet was gone, in its place a formless, shifting void. Silhouettes phased across her vision, their forms indisctinct, but she could tell well enough that they were neither monster nor human. The darkness poured forth from Ralsei's eyes like black ink from an upturned well, staining everything it touched, blotting out the reality around it.

And slicing through the unfathomable depths, like spears of blood-red sunlight, were shapes that could almost be called eyes, if eyes opened up like festering scars, unfurling like the petals of infernal flowers...

Susie blinked again. She was back in the basement, everything was solid once more, and the only thing strange about Ralsei's eyes now were how irritatingly pretty they were.

...musta been some kind of... optical illusion or summat.

'...Fine take them back,' she grumbled, lifting them off her face and plopping them back onto the bridge of his snout. The prince blinked, adjusting their position until he was satified.

'Thank you!' he said with a bright smile. Then he turned to look toward the basement's entrance. 'Oh, Kris! Are you finished?'

The dragoness followed his gaze towards the figure, who was clutching what looked like an old USB drive between two fingers. Their armour was singed in numerous spots, and the hair all down their left side had become blackened and charred.

'Jeez, Kris! you look like ya lost a fight with a toaster!' cackled Susie. 'What were you even doin' down there, anyway...?'

'Susie!!!' the prince chided, a healing spell already primed. 'D-don't listen to her Kris - I'll have you patched up in no time!'

She turned away a moment while the prince tended to her friend's injuries. The strange darkness she saw, the eyes staring out of it... i had only been for a second, like the nonsense shapes you sometimes saw on the backs of your eyelids while blinking. Susie wasn't even sure if it had been real or some strange trick of the darklight.

Glasses were meant to help you see, weren't they? So then, what did Ralsei see through them? What kind of glasses could they be, if they could let you see things like... like...

'All done!' he called out. 'Good as new, Kris!'

And the thought was gone. Great.

'...whatever. Let's go!' she growled, falling into step behind Kris. As they left Queen's basement, she cast an amber eye over her shoulder at Ralsei, smiling placidly like everything was normal. Perhaps it was normal for him.

Glasses're for nerds anyway, she snorted quietly to herself.

#writing #fiction #fanfiction #delarune #susie deltarune #Ralsei #kris dreemurr #Chapter 2 #Horror #Visions #cw - mild eye horror #What if Ralsei's glasses were actually made with shadow crystals? #I wanted to show a glimpse of what he might see all the time on a daliy basis #and luckily for me Susie actually steals his glasses in an event in-game so I didn't have to make it up whole-cloth #Plus it means I get to recontextualise a funny moment into something quite disturbing and perhaps sinister #...don't think it's my best work but I'm happy I wrote something :)

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

What a surprise, it’s another au post!

This is my “Neon Souls AU” and it’s just a little fun au that I came up with out of the blue one day and really liked it, so made some doodle pages!! I wasn’t sure if I would post these, but I thought hey why not :)

I added some colour bc it just helped to visualise where the things were and the whole feel of it, but I shall give more info about this au in the form of a few rambly notes!

Info about the au + typed up version of my writing in case my handwritings a lil unclear:

Afo manufactured a way for himself to live for a long time (ofc) and in the meantime he created a formula that allowed humans to possess incredible abilities (as well as being controlled by him) and it mixed with humans blood and manifests in different ways, causing the blood to turn vibrant colours (the colours don’t mean anything but they’re different for each person)

Afo manufactured a way for himself to live for a long time (ofc) and in the meantime he created a formula that allowed humans to possess incredible abilities (as well as being controlled by him) and it mixed with humans blood and manifests in different ways, causing the blood to turn vibrant colours (the colours don’t mean anything but they’re different for each person)

Most human bodies could only last so long with it, but after a while, humans started to evolve - their bodies developing “soul markings” that harness the majority of the formula, which people were now being born with. The more markings, the more strong the person and capacity of the formula that they have in their bloodstream

Markings on the hands and feet are called “interactive markings” and those with them, possess the amazing ability to run/glide/move within the atmosphere of the city using simply their hands or feet. No one knows why or how this happens, but it means those with either or both types of markings, are usually very powerful.

A sport was made up called “sky racing” and basically, all those who had the ability could take part in racing and fighting their way around the city and different arenas, through the sky. (So those who can glide or run through the atmosphere) but it’s a rlly dangerous sport and a lot of people die by falling, getting attacked, sabotaged by afo if he gets bored, different factors playing in.

Behind all of this, there is a secret, which all or most skyracers are participating in and that is a revolution to overthrow afo. And researching into all the things he does/dodgy experiments/weird formulas and his “soulless soldiers” (ppl who were born without markings or the formula)

There are different headquarters. The biggest being UA. On the outside seems to be a skyracing hq that houses and trains skyracers, but deep down they’re working with the “Skyracing commission” to do research into afo and set up the revolution.

Most skyracers have multiple jobs/occupations. For example:

Shinya is a popular skyracer, however for the hq he is the head of medical research, a lead scientist in the development for the formula to take down afo, and investigator into his true doings.

Tsunagu is also a popular skyracer, but for the hq he is the head of research into the formula™️, a private instructor for skyracing/training for the revolution, and the lead investigator into afos antics.

There’s also a sort of “soulmate” aspect in this au!! But it takes more in the form of, some people are born missing a certain part of their life (sight, seeing colour, voice, hearing, etc) and only once they have met their other person, and make physical contact with their markings, they gain the thing they missed and it becomes the colour of the person that gave it to them!!!

(For example for these two, they both had one eye that didn’t work, and once bonded, the colour of that eye became each other’s soul colour)

Not everyone has a “soul bond” however those who do, are usually said to have a very strange boost in power once meeting their other half.

Also, once bonded, if making physical contact with the others marking, the marking will turn the colour of their bond colour (so usually the colour that is made from the two colours) and will last like that for a few minutes.

Though still human, everyone ended up being treated more like robots. Since their bodies became more like that.

That’s all for the random bits of information and context behind the world of this au, but yeah!! If there’s questions feel free to ask as always :)

Also. Writing for the images if you can’t read my handwriting:

((Tsunagu Hakamata

Soul colour: light blue - green

Formula percentage - 80% very high

Interactive markings - dual: hands + feet

Defects present at birth - half senses broken, left eye unresponsive, missing lung

Defects fixed - senses reformed, left eye reformed, lung replaced

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Occupation - Head of research for HQ, Private instructor, Lead investigator into [Redacted], Top ranking skyracer

Affiliation - UA Headquarters

Alias - [Skyracing] Best Jeanist

Soul Bonded - Positive 100% - True Bond

Soul bond alias - Shinya Kamihara

Bond colour - violet

- defects fixed via bond - ))

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((Shinya Kamihara

Soul colour: red - pink

Formula percentage - 76% very high

Interactive markings - dual: hands + feet

Defects present at birth - half senses broken, right eye unresponsive, faulty heart

Defects fixed - senses reformed, right eye reformed, heart repaired

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Occupation - Head of medical research, Lead scientist for HQ, Investigator for [Redacted], Top ranking skyracer

Affiliation - UA Headquarters

Alias - [Skyracing] Edgeshot

Soul Bonded - Positive 100% - True Bond

Soul bond alias - Tsunagu Hakamata

Bond colour - violet

- defects fixed via bond - ))

#bnha #eclair’s art #best jeanist #edgeshot #hakamada tsunagu #kamihara shinya #edgejeanist #bestshot #eclair’s aus #Neon Souls au #eclair rambles a bit :) #all for one #ig I should tag him #since he is here #so uhhh yeh!? #this is one of those aus that I just went crazy on bc it’s so fun to let loose and write stuff #and I love coming up with things like this #so yeaahhh #it might not make a lot of sense so I apologise for that #but I decided why not post smth for it #so here’s the doodles and info pages for these two #they’re meant to be in the style of how they would be done in the au #so yknow #all their info is written exactly like how it would be for them in the au #and also reiterating the idea that they’re treated more like robots than humans #<3333 #I hope you understand this bc I’m so tired idk if it makes sense

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Johnstone, Johnstone, my darling boy Johnstone. "Pleading" on the BTHB card for him?

ID: Bad Things Happen Bingo Card

BTHB 1C - Pleading

BTHB Masterpost

Sorry about the wait, but I don't like rushing UwU Johnnybastard is certainly tough to make plead, but I think I have a way of forcing him :)

CONTENT AND WARNINGS: Dehumanisation, it/its as dehumanising pronouns, whumper turned whumpee, this episode, on 'How Homoerotic Could This Conceivably Get?' (even though Dathrir's gender is unfathomable, the spirit is there, (it's sfw tho dw)), wait, how the FUCK did I write hand whump (sliced thumb, EW), noncon turning (not a vampire thing, but a demon thing... even though vampires are a type of demon in these realms... idfk but Johnstone gets the worse deal) it's not transformation /yet/, forced blood drinking

wc: ~1k

“On your knees.”

Dathrir grabbed the restrained human’s throat, and with their free hand, their fingers wandered through its hair, and the clawed tips scraped over its scalp. The threat sent a chill down the human’s spine despite the snarl that stayed fixed on its face.

It took nothing to force it down, despite its viciously growled protests.

Compared to when he stood tall as a House Master, the human in front of them was small. It was probably the ragged clothes, and grimy, bloodied face that gave that impression.

Fallen from humanity’s grace.

A traitor.

A smile crept onto their features. “What a fun game…” they purred.

Fury burnt in those strange, odd coloured eyes. Dathrir recalled that eyes of odd colours were unusual in humans. It’d make a striking demon…

The human gnashed at the cloth gag, as if sensing the malice Dathrir exuded. The way it tried to cling desperately to any power or authority it previously had was amusing, but did not excuse its insubordination and crimes.

“You stole that belunae from me, you know. By getting greedy, sloppy. By getting stupid. I thought you were one of the more intelligent ones. If you had simply followed protocol, well... perhaps even... made a special request...” Dathrir drawled, “we wouldn’t be in this little mess now, would we?”

Their wandering fingers snapped shut and gripped a fistful of ratty blond hair, tearing scalp. The human let out a muffled roar that was as angry as it was pained. Blood seeped through its hair and a thin trail slid down its forehead.

“Hm, let me think… You failed to appoint another Head Hunter, lied in reports on multiple occasions, knowingly appointed a belunae in your Squad—one that you should have passed up—and you kept another as a pet in your little power fantasy. I must say, I admire your ingenuity… but not your stupidity.”

The human glared.

“Sorrel Johnstone, wasn’t it?” they asked. A shadowy smirk darkened their features as they tugged the gag from the human’s mouth. They spoke again, “You broke the House Order. Beg for forgiveness you pathetic fucking dog—give me one good reason not to execute you for treason, and I just might let you live.”

“NEVER, YOU FUCKING PRAT,” it spat.

Dathrir’s eyes narrowed, “You might consider trying again.”

“I. Will. NEVER YIELD!”

“Ever the fool… That’s okay though, I’ll enjoy spilling your blood.”

In a flash, a blade spun in their hand, the tip finding the snarling human’s throat.

The human inhaled sharply and froze, eyes going wide with an entertaining mixture of fury and fear.

Dathrir hummed a giggle, “Cat got your tongue…?”

The spark of defiance in the human’s eyes brightened to flames at the taunt. Its body quivered. Dathrir could hear the way the human’s hands worked in their bindings, itching to break loose and unleash the rage that so clearly roiled within. In the face of Dathrir, the bravery was almost admirable—it was willing to start a fight it surely knew it would lose. Then again, bravery was just a term to comfort the foolhardy.

Dathrir released the human, but not after a light swipe that left a fine, weeping mark across its throat. Perhaps now it would consider the command.

“This can go on as long as you’d like, but I’m sure you’d like to get back to business and rebuild your House,” they said with a quirked eyebrow. “So, why don’t you make it quick. Beg sweetly for me, and I will let you go.”

This got the human’s attention.

Clearly, it had expected to die here, but a change in tactic seemed to yield the results Dathrir desired. The rage still burned beneath its skin, its heavy breathing was a sure tell.

“Let me go,” Johnstone started in a low tone.

“Tsk tsk, the magic word...?”

“Please. Let me go please.”

“Oh I’m sure you can do better,” Dathrir quipped, “after all, you’ve heard it plenty of times, haven’t you?”

Even if only a mockery, the human’s next attempt was at least a fraction more believable, “Please let me go—I’ll do anything...!”

They would make them beg.

Dathrir stroked its hair. “Good boy... That wasn’t so hard now was it? There’s just one more thing before you go,” they drawled with an odd smile, unlocking the cuffs that bound the human.

“And what’s that?” it said, strangling its harsh tone.

Perhaps there was hope, it knew its unspoken boundaries and attempted to adhere, if only as a means to an end.

“This—” Dathrir sliced their thumb on the knife. Thick, dark blood immediately pooled at the tip and dribbled down in a fast stream. Dathrir lunged at the human faster that, it could blink, and shoved their thumb between its lips.

The human recoiled instantly at the taste of Dathrir’s foul blood and tried vainly to spit it out. Dathrir sealed its mouth, but it bit down hard through its clear disgust, tearing at their skin with blunt teeth, clearly trying to dismantle their hand one digit at a time. Had Dathrir been human, they would have screamed.

Instead, what they called pain was a warmth that blossomed and spread up their thumb and through their hand. The tears in their skin simply released more of their blood, prompting a muffled, frustrated scream from the human at their mercy. It struggled harder. It gave up causing them pain, instead trying to quell the sickening burning in their mouth and remove the substance that caused it.

Dathrir smiled, satisfied when the human had swallowed enough. They released it suddenly, letting it hurl itself across the floor. Blood glistened on its lips and the corners of its mouth, and more, mixed with saliva dribbled out of its mouth as it coughed and gagged, groaning lowly.

“What the fuck was that,” the human spat in a raspy voice.

Dathrir smiled, revealing fangs. “Oh,” they purred, “you’ll see.” It won’t be human for much longer, they thought, to be hunted by one’s own people is the most fitting punishment for a traitor.

“Guards, get rid of it. Take it to an alley near here, and then leave me,” they said, “I’d like to watch the show.”

“What the fuck—do you mean, you demon piece of shit?!” the human seethed between coughs.

Before Dathrir deigned to give another vague answer, the human twisted suddenly with a scream, no doubt caused by the corruption that flooded its body.

“Make it stop—! ARGH!” it yelled, agony cracking its strained voice. “Let me go and I’ll—consider letting—you live! If the other houses found out—”

“They won’t,” Dathrir said, “they haven’t for almost a thousand years~ Besides, no one would ever listen to a demon.”

“Let me FUCKING GO!” it screeched, leaping up and lunging toward Dathrir.

The guards caught it and held it back a mere inch from the unflinching Dathrir’s throat. It scrabbled in their hold, the bout of corruption seemingly over. The first ones they endured, Dathrir noted, always seemed less severe, and were shorter. For now, the pathetic creature that struggled restrained before them, murder in their eyes, would be fine. Perhaps it wouldn’t even notice what was happening until it was too late.

It was always captivating to see what a hunter would do when stripped of their humanity. Perhaps this one would be especially interesting, given its ego.

Dathrir hummed lowly, an ominously victorious, jovial sound, “As you wish.”

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