#truely a legend

[peccaberry]

Everyone always draws Volo kinda buff/athletic but I prefer the official art where's he's the most longboi skinnyteen you've ever seen in your life. Absolute noodle. I'm telling Cogita on you and she's gonna ground you young man. I would shove him in a locker if I saw him at highschool.

#peccaspeaks #i think about this card so much because it truely understands volo to me personally #this card was made for me specifically #volo pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon #pokemon cards #pokemon legends of arceus #kill god child #do it #use your teen angst

[lyxatt]

It's been way to long since I drew her or drew anything actually 💀💀 so naturally I had to draw her in the outfit that appears in four singular panels in issue 2 of the last command comic adaption bc its had a grip on my brain for the last two years

#winter retrac celchu #I truely mean it has a grip on my brain bc Im made this dress and Ive never been more baffled by trying to translate comic into reality 💀💀 #I love her tho #lyxatt draws #Lyxatt does legends #star wars legends #Star wars fanart #Also the glow up between this piece and the last time i drew her??????

[angelofdumpsterfires]

far too much of my mental health is currently hinged on this dumbass image

#fuck it we ball and hit da bricks- #life changing phrases truely #critical role #the legend of vox machina #tlovm

[toaster-selfships]

hi kane ! i wanted to ask, do u have different s/is for ur cars f/os or is it just one with multiple aus? 🤔 id love to hear abt ur insert !! (@dmclr)

I'm. I'm. You??..EXSQUEEZE ME?????

Okay euhm..buckle up!! It's like a 50/50 for whether this turns into a really really long tangent or not..I suppose whether the finished post has a read more bar will be telling XD

I kinda interchangeably refer to my S/I as me, so throughout this post I switch back and forth between first perspective of saying "I" and the third perspective of saying "Kane". Hope it's not too confusing😅

Hi, future Kane here, this gets quite lengthy and paragraph-y, so I sectioned the post with bold headers of sorts, to hopefully make it a little more clear and less overwhelming.

Really though, regaurdless of if you read this all or not, cause it's certainly a lot, thank you for asking such a question! I deeply appreciate it and am thankful for it, felt great to be able to share this and get this all out of my system.

So, I kinda mentioned this when going over that ask game, and a longg while ago I every now and then bring it up, but!! Technically, it's just one self insert with multiple AUs. My self insert is always basically just..me, except with a different job, and occasionally slightly more stamina/talent(typically fighting talent or such, funnily enough) for running and.. things and climatic things!! I typically refer to my self insert just as, well, me! I'll say I did blah blah with whatver F/O, and only really change it up for the sake of clarity(like this post) or sometimes when writing fics I'll do it from a 3rd person POV so I'll refer to my own name and such instead of it being written from my perspective.

As mentioned before, the role my self insert plays changes depending on who I'm currently imagining myself with. Typically either as a spy(or reformed spy, in the story with A.xlerod, Kane actually quits being a spy as a big gesture to basically be like "I don't actually want to hurt you", since Kane was given the job as a spy to..."put an end" to A.xlerod, to put it lightly), or will be a pitcrew member to one of the racers. The only one who I don't have a clear backstory role is with F.rancesco, but that's mostly because it's not really a necessary/needed part of the plot that I have with him.

Basically, whenever I imagine me with my F/Os, I typically imagine it as a one on one thing, where it's just me and them and kinda ignore the other characters that I have relationships with. The only exception to this is with Grem and Acer, who are a packaged deal, and I headcannon them to be together, so it's like a little triad thing.

--My S/I's Roles--

But most of my stories with my F/Os don't actually really follow the plot line of the movies at all, it typically takes on a much more day-to-day or domestic sort of perspective(my weakness for domestic things is showing). The only one where it follows a narrative of the actual movie is with L.ightning, where I'm a pitcrew member for him(really the only one, since I got there in his rookie days and he kept firing everyone so his only team member was really just Mack), and end up getting lost with him on the way to R.adiator Springs, and the whole plot with him is really just a looser version of the original C.ars movie, with some alternate twists and plot points and endings.

I've also mentioned this before, but technically my story with each F/O can actually be chronologically put together like some big G.ame/F.ilm Theory thing, where it goes from me having this job and meeting [x] and then getting other job, and it goes from there.

--Meeting Them--

For my insert with other racers, it's typically from the perspective of them just doing..their usual racing thing. Like with F.rancesco, he's just doing his usual typical F.1 races and Kane meets him through that. My self inserts role here though is typically a more laid back one, usually as a fan or maybe someone that got hired to take photography/recordings for the race or such(typically as an eager F.1 fan, with F.rancesco being one of his favorite racers), but the backstory for my S/I doesn't matter so much with F.rancesco.

For C.ars 3 characters though like C.al and J.ackson, it's in a scenerio where none of them end up getting replaced/fired/etc. And they just all end up racing together, basically the start of the C.ars 3 movie in a sense, except C.ruz is also included in the mix. Though, instead of my self insert being a pitcrew member for L.ightning, he's actually one for C.ruz instead.

--Meeting Finn--

With A.xlerod, Kane starts out as a spy and is hired to investigate and maybe put an end to A.xlerod for good. After getting caught snooping around and trying to flee just to get the daylights knocked out of him by essentially some gaurd, A.xlerod takes some sense of strange pitty on Kane and ends up dragging Kane back to his place and tries to fix him up. There's a lot of trust building that ends up happening and them oddly having some soft spot for each other(which ends up getting demonstrated several times, typically through them accommodating or protecting each other out of the blue), and since Kane most certainly isn't going to continue his mission of ending A.xlerod, he quits his job as a spy(which, Kane working for a rather questionable spy company, has to go on a slightly elaborate event to fake his own death and get some non-spy affiliated clothes). Kane ends up realizing how cozy he's gotten to just staying at A.xlerod's place, considering he never really left it when A.xelrod dragged him back to fix him up, and just..never leaves so he kinda moves himself in to living with A.xelrod. A.xlerod, being a billionaire that he is, Kane doesn't really ever need to get another job or anything.

Finn and A.xlerod by far have the most complex stories of how my self insert meets them, and the most thorough and thought out ones, cause I typically imagine them a lot more and such. With Finn, my insert is also a spy, and ends up getting to work with him and L.eland, and meets them on a rather dubious sort of mission, where Kane has to get rather close to Finn quite quickly(in a personal sense and in a physical sense, they have to do some cheeky ballroom dance((a waltz ,really)) together for a split minute), and when they start to come to an end of completing their mission, Kane kinda has a bit of a crisis of "This is probably the greatest time I've had in my life and I'm probably never going to see them ever again" and Leland catches him looking a bit broken and so sad and torn up that Kane confesses his whole predicament and Leland is like "You moron, just give me your phone number". And Leland, being the witness that he was to the very clear feelings between his best friend(Finn) and a potienal very close friend(Kane), he offers to Kane to tag along with him some time when he visits Finn, and at some point Kane ends up staying at Finn's place for a night and is over there so much that it turns into a question of "do I really even need a house. Why am I paying rent for some other house if I practically already live here and eat all his food".

--Meeting A.xlerod--

In both scenerios with Finn and A.xlerod though, Kane, an American sent from the US over to the UK for a mission, ends up moving and staying in the UK permanently.

--G.rem and A.cer--

How I meet G.rem and A.cer is a lot more of a shits-and-giggles thing, I actually have no clue how I came up with the idea because it is so silly and completely irrelevant to what they do, but also feels really oddly fitting for them. But basically Kane is working some low end job like as a grocery clerk or such, and since he works the closing shifts, he ends up stopping by some shop that was the only nearby one open at such a late night so he can get some food. It's some pizza parlor that G.rem and A.cer work at, and for whatever reasons they're the only ones that really work there(maybe they're the only two that work the closing shift as well, I haven't put too much thought into why yet), and Kane basically makes it a routine that every time he gets off of work he swings by their shop and pretends he's only coming in for food when it's really to hang out with them. G.rem and A.cer are still as wild as they are in the movie, they're just not really in many positions now for it to be shown that they'd kill and go to extreme ends for things. It eventually reaches the point where they start hanging outside of their usual routine and such.

#vibrates and explodes like uncovered soup in a microwave #you know that audio of Entrapta going “youre asking me about my thing?? ive waited YEARS for someone to ask me!” not the extact words but.M #hope all my censoring with periods isnt causing reading to be troubling😅 #i normally dont add these at the end but honest to God if you read all of this youre a legend of some sorts #really have the ability to yammer and yap like no other! #i cant properly express my happiness into words right now but. massive thank you. truely.

[ghost-trapped-in-the-screen]

I regret ever saying anything

#Live reaction to me encountering a Ganon Hand #it was just some random cave #I never thought it would be that bad... #But at least I got what I wanted #a truely scary zelda experience #Pass me the seal plushie #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #loz totk #loz #tears of the kingdom spoilers #totk spoilers #loz link #loz purah #loz robbie #my art

[martyrbat]

faces - batman: legends of the dark knight #29

[ID: Two Face in a round frame. He's shown from the shoulders up and is speaking to himself. He says, "I must not be over-confident. We're not home yet." END ID]

#this story has its faults and some issues i really didnt like but i keep thinking about harv juat wanting a home and how he had a #mental breakdown at seeing someone with 'two faces' as well but that man was happy. he had a wife and kid and was loved. #and just. the heartbreaking realization that harv didnt have to have this life for himself yet cant escape it. #Harvey Dent is alive and longs for his wife and best friend and a home and a domestic life. Harvey has a drive for justice #but Two Face is alive as well. every single time he gets punished hes dragging Harvey to do his time. two face is angry and hurt and #betrayed at the system that allowed this. at the unfairness of it all. at batman. at himself. hes hurt and angry and its everyones fault. #but also just?? still unable to escape that harvey influence. donating the money he steals if his coin decides. having opportunities to #kill but not. truely bounded and restricted to his coin and the mental anguish hes in 24/7 nonstop. that he'll always lose. #even if batman doesnt save the day. if two face wins harvey dent loses. if harvey dent wins two face loses. #theres truly never a moment of peace. #if tragedy has a face it'll be harvey dent's #c: batman: legends of the dark knight | i: 29 #Harvey Dent #two face #crypt's panels

[redbirdbella]

One of the best parts of living in the East in the UK is there's a good chance there's big hybrid big cats living here after US service men abandoned there pet lions, tigers ect when WW2 ended. Take a walk in the woods and a fucking Liger could kill you and that will never not be funny.

#i genuinely find this hilarious #and i cant really define exactly why #i think its because legends have said that #big devil dogs and cats #have roamed this land #for ages #killing evil and all that #and then americain service men #make that a reality #truely a special country

[wizardpotions]

one of my favourite examples of preserving atmosphere in a remake or HD version of a game will always be deciding not to remaster any of the music for twilight princess HD, and actually not changing much of the visuals either, something about that games atmosphere comes from the hazy and and dream like quality of digital media from the time. the muffled audio has this incredible ethereal quality to it that you just do not find in games anymore. there was something truely magical about 2000s dark fantasy media that i hope we will see again someday

#zelda #twilight princess #gaming #shitpost #not really but just in case i need to find it later

[silveryair]

I dont know if this happens in the game i am honestly very unspoiled in totk but im just getting this feeling a character is going to say verbatum “the legend of zelda”

#purah: and it was truely the legend of zelda

[evilminji]

Actually? WOULD Earth be the ones to petition Oa?

They are interstellar Space Interpol. You don't usually call them on different parts of your OWN settlements or systems. You call them in when someone is breaking THE Laws. Not necessarily YOUR laws, though obviously by breaking THE laws they clearly ARE. But THE Big Laws(tm).

Like Geneva Convention for Space type laws.

You have discovered Planet or King X is committing WAR CRIMES. Call Oa. Tax fraud? That's an inter-personal planet side issue they can't help you with. Pointing Nukes at your nursery settlement and threatening to blow up the infants there unless you give them sex-slaves?

Knock-knock! Taste HARD Light Constructs!

But if so? Then how would the situation get so out of hand on Earth? With the G.I.W.? Simple. Tell me, Mr. President, what do you know of the current day to day life of villagers in rural Siberia?

That they exist? Could you even NAME their village, if I referenced specific individuals? Likely not. And no one would realistically expect you too.

There are countless planets out there! With Leaders busy with local industrial conferences and infrastructure bills. Farming regulations. Talks with that planet a few stars over. Very busy. What do THEY know of Earth? Why would they NEED too?

But! As we know, Ectoplasm is EVERYWHERE. Not just earth. And? Thin spots are not just an Earth-centric phenomenon. Other planets most CERTAINLY would have them too. And depending on the species? The culture? To quote the wise sage Bill Wurtz "you can make a religion out of this!"

After all, chosen few, returned from death... glowing and more powerful then before? Immortal? It's a pretty reasonable conclusion to come too. They are clearly Gods Touched. Some sacred task they must complete.

It would likely even shape the ghosts of the region themselves. After all, they TOO, would believe they were chosen for some Important Religious Task. Be it study or collecting rocks. To what end? Unknown. Who are they to question The Gods?

But! Oh happy day! The old tyrant is no more! A chosen Hero! They go to greet him! Honor him, as you do. Traditional gifts and ballads. Maybe some sacred rocks. A fancy hat. But? Oh? The Champion is wounded! Gasp! Still? But the fight with Pariah happened-

And then they are given Grave Warning(tm). Don't go to Earth. Heretics attacking people. KILLING souls! Trying to KILL the king of all the Infinite! He is somber because his living parents were hurt. Preventing the END OF ALL THINGS!!!??

WHAT!?

These "People In White" tried to EXPLODE the very FABRIC of all realities!? Several of them faint. Truely, these Fentons MUST be chosen by the Gods! Heros. Legends. Such bravery in the face of such HORRORS. Please, let them be brought to their Living counterparts! The hospitals are quite good!

And you know what? Fuck it. Danny will take that. Because his Mom n Dad got hurt. BAD.

They learned he was Phantom at probably the SINGLE worst time imaginable and still chose HIM. Chose THEM. The GIW were coming for him. Gonna hurt Jazz. And his parents told them, with fire and blood, it'd be a cold day in hell before they let them so much as TRY it.

They BLEW UP their own life's work. Went literally scorched earth. And now? They're not doing so good.

Because the Zone isn't made for the living. No food, no water, and no real human-safe medical supplies. They've run out. Danny will take what he can get. He'd even go to Vlad but... his Portal's gone too. And the Buzzards said he looked... spirally. Very... "suicide runs until everything BURNS".

So, yeah. No one's doing so great.

Alien planet it is.

They are greeted with fanfare and respect. The best medical teams on the PLANET. The King and his family is there, to welcome him. It's... it's beautiful. Hardly some perfect utopia, but the air is lite. Art everywhere. The stars vivid and so easy to see, at night.

The King kinda reminds him of Mr. Lancer to be honest. Balding and a bit round around the middle, stern but endlessly fair about it, wants people to do their best and succeed in life. Maybe that's why Danny finds himself opening up. Because... because here is a real, honest to God, KING king.

Somebody who was actually TRAINED to do all this King stuff.

Unlike Danny.

And Danny? He's scared. People expect him to Lead now. To know what he's doing. To somehow just... suddenly KNOW how to do all these things he's never even heard about. He only barely just died. Has BARELY been keeping everybody safe.

BARELY stopped Pariah.

He doesn't know what to do. But he pours his guts out. All the things that have bottled up. And King Not-Lancer listens. Somber and thoughtful. There is little, if anything he can TRUELY do to help. But... there ARE things he can do. Lessons on statescraft, while he's here, for one.

As for the other? Well, as King, he does have the local Lantern's Call Sign. Not to be used lightly, mind you. But what Danny describes? And from what the Sacred Ones have reported? THAT must be reported to Oa. He can show Danny how to do that.

(He does)

[The Lanterns of Earth get a VERY exciting call from Oa. Are every different shade of pissed. But? Whoops! Looks like they ACCIDENTALLY put the Watchtower into a complete Quarantine! Well, dang. Guess we're all stuck here for two weeks!

Reset it? *sound of smashing computer terminal* Yeah, don't think that's gonna work! :)

WHO WANTS TO PLAY 20 QUESTIONS?? We'll start! :) Who here has heard of an organization called, and I quote, The Ghost Investigation Ward? :) ]

@hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #tw violence #tw slavery #not sure if i got everything #but i hope that helped

[captain039]

PART 9 The lords servant

Astarion x reader

Warnings: plus size reader, light swearing, vampire things, sexual, first times, eventual smut, harassment, angst, slowburnn

Previous part <-

You awoke hearing a small whimper beside you. You frowned remembering where you were, you glanced to your lord, blanket clutched in his hand just above his waist. He was twitching, eyes scrunched up, you tilted your head slightly you thought elves didn’t sleep let alone dream. Maybe his thoughts clouded his whole mind, his face was frightened and you got worried as he began to mumbled no’s, you gently shook him calling his name. He shot up, his hand on your throat, holding it tightly. You gasped holding his wrist trying to breathe. He looked around before his eyes fell on you, he let go of you quickly eyed scared.

“I’m so sorry- gods-“ he said frantic as he put his feet to the ground, head in his hand as he shook lightly. You got full sight of the scars on his back, some unknown language to you. You gulped a bit trying to process. Your hands went to his shoulders as you shuffled, legs going by his side, you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your hands on his chest, one hand over his heart. You rested your cheek on his back feeling him breathe heavily. His trembled stopped as his hand held yours over his heart.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked voice quiet.

“I’m alright” you said and he scoffed lightly making you tense lightly.

“I almost strangled you” he spat and you sagged a little lifting your head.

“You were having a nightmare” you said he he huffed annoyed.

“Astarion” you said feeling him tense.

“What happened?” You asked as he looked back to you the best he could.

“My master, Cazador” he spat his name and you nodded.

“He had you” his voice went quiet filled with vulnerability.

“Drained you of your blood in front of me slowly, made sure to cut up every part of your beautiful body, once you-“ his breath hitched as you gave him a soft squeeze.

“Died, he turned you, you weren’t you, it was worth than death” he said and you listened to the sob he let out. You felt tears in your own eyes as you held him tightly, the gods were cruel with their torment on his soul.

“I’m ok, I’m here” you tried to comfort.

“You’ll never be safe, not with me” he forced those walls up again and you bit back tears.

“Astarion” you whispered sadly as he pulled away from your embrace, shut off fully now as you sagged and tugged the blanket around your naked body as he got dressed and left. You left to your own room to cry in your bed before you exhausted yourself and passed out. When you awoke again you debated about going to his office. You didn’t, you headed out into the city letting Daenan know before hand. You went to the library, searching about vampires, the myths and legends, trying to look for the name Cazador amongst the history. You learnt about the masters and spawns, what powers the masters had over their spawns, they were slaves to every command they had no control, how did your lord escape?

You were there for hours reading and looking before you saw the name Cazador. Cazador Szarr his name was a well known supposed dead lord outside Baldurs gate, he had a large estate, nobody knows of a successors or extended family, nobody knows if he was truely dead.

“Interesting book?” You suddenly heard looking up seeing a woman. You frowned slightly at her too perfect smile.

“Just looking into some history” you shrugged her off hoping she’d get the hint.

“They say he’s not actually dead” she sat down not taking the hint.

“Lord Szarr?” You asked and she nodded her grin unsettling.

“They say he’s eternal, been around for century’s” she said making you frown, who was she?

“Maybe” you shrugged closing the book.

“Oh come now, just having a friendly chat” she smirked.

“I’m due for lunch” you lied standing up.

“How is the little star?” She asked and you frowned, little star?

“I don’t know what you mean” you said and she laughed.

“I smell him all over you” she took a deep breath through her nose and sighed loudly eyes flashing gold making you jolt a bit.

“Our little elf didn’t even get his adult name” she pouted and you froze.

“Astarion you idiot” she rolled her eyes.

“Your so called lord, honestly his hiding is horrible” she huffed and you felt anger and fear rise as she checked her nails.

“You think his lord let him go?” She chuckled.

“He was let go” she said darkly an evil smirk on her face.

“He’s due for the reckoning best say your goodbye’s” she added before she disappeared in front of your eyes. Your heart jumped and you ran right back to your lords mansions, heart pounding, mind racing. You went to the library quickly looking over books about elfs and their language, you found one putting his name together, it meant little star, he hadn’t hit proper adult hood in elf sense, never got his adult name. You sagged falling into the chair, his life was stolen from him, his master let him go and was obviously watching and now he knew who you were, that woman too, who was she? His masters pet? Dark consort?

You jumped when your name was called sharply seeing your lord furious.

“Before you yell, please just listen-“ you said his eyes bright red.

“I told Daenan where I went, I went to the library, but there’s something else” you said hands shaking.

“Cazador” he said and you frowned slightly.

“I’m the prodigal son being summoned to return for his ascendant” your lord scoffed words laced with venom.

“I had a visitor” he growled.

“I did too” you said voice shaky and his eyes went wide.

“Who?” He asked quickly.

“A woman I don’t know-“ you said panicking.

“She said there was to be a reckoning, to say my goodbyes” you said body trembling.

“You best say them” he said and you froze snapping your eyes to him.

“No don’t give me that look, you’ll get killed!” He growled as your eyes stung with tears.

“I won’t leave you! You told me to stay here!” You fought and his jaw tensed.

“That was before I was in disgusting bliss” he spat and it was your turn to growl in frustration.

“My lord- with all disrespect, fuck you!” You yelled and he froze at your outburst as your chest heaved.

“You gave me my first everything! Made me feel things I’ve never felt! And I dare say you felt something new!” You tried to control your emotions as tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck your master and his little spy’s and consorts!” You yelled seeing Daenan peer in the room slightly before you glared and he ran off.

“Don’t you get it?!” You snapped at your lord as he stayed silent.

“I love you!” You cried body shaking with emotions as you began to wipe your eyes. You felt hands grab your waist and lips press to yours. You went to fight him, fists giving a weak punch against his chest as he kissed you passionately.

“I’m sorry” he whispered breathlessly as you shook your head and cried.

“I love you too” he muttered and you looked to him with shock. He gave a weak smile and you saw tears in his own eyes.

“Hells” he muttered blinking his eyes as you smiled cupping his cheek and wiping the stray tear.

“I love you too” he repeated a real smile on his face as he closed his eyes and leant into you.

“Good” you chuckled softly pulling his head down softly to rest your heads together.

“I’m not going anywhere” you whispered.

Next part ->

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[mariamakeslemons]

Task Force 141 movie killer types

I have no excuse, I'm still on my horror movie/CoD kick and I needed to make this to compliment my 70's horror stereotype lists for 141, Canon, and Non-canon.

Price is reminiscent to Hannible, albeit without the cannibalism. He wants people to be respectful, and polite members of society. What makes him "evil" is that he doesn't pause to see if it's just a bad day or if his victim is just a rude little shit. As an ex-Captain, he expects respect and he can kill the rude bastards easily, without a trace.

The Final Girl (which I'm going to use more as a title than a gendered term) is meets all his parameters of an "unobjectionable". When he finally gets them, he's going to either play as their savior or keep them as his.

Gaz is a best friend killer. Not a killer of best friends, but the best friend of the Final Girl and a killer. He's possessive of them, to the point of having killed someone when they were pre-teens. He gets away with how unhinged he is by abusing his good looks and doe-eyed abilities.

The Final Girl is his. His best friend, his future spouse, his significant other, his. His plans are to pin all the killing on any other love interest of his pretty baby. No one will take them from him.

Soap is a spree killer. His kills are sporadic and completely random, only controlled by his knowledge of societal rules. Meaning, he's dragging his victim away from the light to kill them. Finds it fun to have a chase and surprise his victims.

Final Girl puts up the fight of his dreams. They fend him off and give him a true chase through the city. Soap plans to catch them and keep them until their fight is completely out of them. Might even keep them past that if they're good for him. After all, they're pretty enough.

Simon is a territory killer. If someone comes into the part of the woods that he's claimed, he hunts them down and kills them. He has traps all throughout his area, all to make the more innocent people die quicker. He is "kind" by spreading a legend about his part of the woods, encouraging the "good" people to stay away.

Similar to Soap, Simon likes Final Girl's fight. However, he becomes obsessive of them, wanting to clip their wings and keep them in a nice little cage. Make them truely his.

#task force 141 #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #my work

[blarefordaglare]

muscles

Based on @kikker-oma post (https://www.tumblr.com/kikker-oma/747057784573591552/wind-has-some-role-models?source=share)

Anyways let’s get started

Oh and I also switched up some of the characters placement wise, specifically in the last frame, hope that’s alr!

Oh and TW: body stuff (as in size, musculature, etc.)

…

Wind’s eyes blinked awake to the faint swaying of the breeze. Kicking away his bedroll, he reached for his glass of water. 

“Come on big brother! It’s breakfast time!” Aryll smiled, trying to drag the sailor over, “Grandma made soup!” 

Wind payed no attention though, and instead continued to walk deeper into the forest. His hands instinctually went to the hem of his shirt, where did his shirt go?

Anyways, back to business. “Hi guys!” The sailor smiled, “I have something to show you all.” 

“What?” 

Wind smirked as he picked up a quite heavy… thing. Unsure what it was, but it doesn’t matter. It was probably about 500 million pounds was his guess, “Look how strong I am!” 

Sky gasped as he stared at the muscles, “Wow Wind!” He looked down on his own arms in comparison. He was so much stronger than the Skyloftian, he truely was a legend. 

Wind beamed in pride as he saw Warriors look up in surprise, “You’re so much stronger than us!” Pride rang through his words, as if saying, you are the best person ever.

“I’ll never have muscles like you!” Twilight cried as he bit into a cucco bone..? “Teach us your ways!” He pleaded, “Please!” 

Wind giggled, “Don’t worry guys!” He flexed his muscles, “Someday you’ll be as strong as I am!” His brothers slowly faded into the background as he basked in his pure strength.

…

Twilight shakes his head as he watches the young sailor giggle in his sleep, “What a goof,” he rolls his eyes as he tries to poke him awake, “What do you think he’s dreaming about?” The dreaming boy only smiled harder as he rolled onto his side. 

“Who knows?” Sky shrugs, “But from the looks of it, he’s pretty happy… maybe he’s having better luck with girls than our captain is.” He teases, slightly shoving the man in question.

“Well excuse me!” Warriors laughs, ignoring Legend’s call about, clothes? That was his guess. “This is priceless,” he reached out, “I’m gonna plug his nose.” 

“Zel’ did the same thing with me when I was younger,” Sky laughed as he slipped on his tunic, “Do it, I dare you.” 

One startled awaking later, and a week of money mysteriously going missing from the trio, nobody knew what he was dreaming about.

#lu wind #lu warriors #lu sky #lu twilight #lu crackfic #crack fic

[androxys]

Favorite Batman Story Tournament - Semifinals!

Our other semi-final contenders... it's A Lonely Place of Dying vs. Falling Back!

A Lonely Place of Dying

This is a Batman story, a Nightwing story, a Robin origin story, and the foundation of the Batfam storytelling that defines the 90's. It's about grief and legacy and the desire to help and save people, the most important themes of Batman. It's the story that saved the soul of Batman after the death of Jason Todd threatened to send him into a grimdark misery spiral, and reaffirmed the need for hope and teamwork in Batman stories.

"Falling Back" from Legends of the Dark Knight (1989) #125

Look, I already nominated NML which this issue is part of, but I also just have to call this one out in particular because it truely is the Gordon & Batman issue of all time and it makes me want to bite something every time I read it. I’ve never been good at saying goodbye….

#dc comics #batman #favorite batman story tournament #polls

[variousyandereposts]

Okay, but hear me out: Yanderes who are absolutely obsessed with despicable darlings, where the yandere is really more karma catching up to their Beloved:

-A greedy person that only comes along with an expidition less out of a scientific or historic interest and mostly in the hope to get a nice share (most if not all of it if they get their way) of a secret treasure. Readily backstabbing and causing ‘accidents’ along the way. Until finally they kill the last useful one when the door to the treasury is opened. 

Too bad that they were so caught up in their visions of even more wealth then they already have that they did not really care about the legend of the Regent of the cursed kingdom who got buried inside the treasure chamber till their soulmate would arrive. 

- A truely gruesome pirate captain who not only terrorizes those they rob and kill but also their own crew. Encountering a mermaid/merman who they think they can use and manipulate. Meanwhile said mermaid/merman thinks they are just the most fascinating specimen and the merfolk want nothing more than to bring them down home with them. 

- A sadistic hunter who has quite the impressive record of hunting malpractices hunting a werewolf, not caring wether said werewolf is mostly a human or not. All the hunter wants is another trophy. The werewolf in question though thinks that they have just found the perfect mate. 

#yandere #male yandere #female yandere #there are so many good stories where the Darling is just sweet and innoncent but what if they are not #what if personality wise they are actually rotten #this could be so interesting with a delusional yandere who is convinced that they can and will 'fix' them #anyway hit me up if you got other ideas regarding Yanderes with terrible darlings #and I might just write something

[raphieeee]

CW: fighting, betting, graphic depictions of violence

For a long time, Raph felt a itch in under his skin. It wasn’t painful or something terminal, just uncomfortable. It was one of those subtle things that drove a person slightly mental, like the hum or leaky pipe no one could find.

Training helped better than anything, especially meditation which just made him pissy and aggravated. It truely started to get better when they went to the surface, when he was able to fight without having to be careful of breaking his siblings bodies. He could be rough and mean, could run for hours and let his knuckles crack and bleed without getting yelled at. He wasn’t told to hold back to be careful, or at least if he managed to sneak away from his brothers.

It wasn’t really a surprise of how it developed, but more so how it did for him specifically. Anyone else, it would make sense, but a Mutant Turtle joining a underground fight club with one of the most egregious betting system he had ever seen? That was surprising.

Raph found it on accident and was only able to get in because of his ninja training. It was a large space under an old apartment complex that was once a two layered carpark that had the middle floor gutted. It had a whole bar built in as well as several rows of seats on the lower floor. The higher floor was for the VIP’s and where the biggest bets were made.

Raph joined on accident, being bumped around until one of the organises spotted him and offered him a round if he removed his weapons.

Not a single question was asked about his physical body, not even when he won the round with a bruise blooming on his jaw that showed it was real.

Raph would like to say it was just the thrill of the fight, of beating the guy bloody as the man twice his size had jeered at him, that it was just how it got his itch to fade and made his body feel bearable. But in reality, it was two very different things.

First was the money handed to him afterwards, two hundred dollars which was the lowest he would ever get because no one though the freak in a animal suit would win, but still more than he had ever had before.

The second was the more powerful of the two, and that was the loud and almost deafening cheers he was rewarded with.

The whole place was screaming when they saw him move, unique skills they had never seen as every other fighter were some kind of boxer or wrestler. Raph brought in more than ninjitsu but also Muay Thai and Ju-jitsu. It was enough to make them love him, insults spit at him with grins and teasing notes that showed they saw him as some kind of mad legend.

Raph quickly became addicted.

He went back there three or four times a week, fighting with cheers and bets thrown at him, people shouting out ‘Red Snapper!’ Over and over despite him not even being a snapper turtle. It had been coined when he bit a guy in his second fight, something totally accepted and that earns him a free beer.

He hated the taste of beer but fuck if it didn’t help with the bruises and wounds he’d get, so he took it every-time.

Red Snapper was as famous as some of the other fighters like ‘Rabid Randy’ and ‘Princess Knuckles’. All the names were stupid but he kind of liked that.

It lasted years, literally six! In fact even after they lost Splinter and he went more, his brothers didn’t figure it out. They knew he was fighting, but not about the money or the club, and seen as he pretty much always won until other mutants started to show up and he had more of a challenge, one thing he was good at was not getting too badly hurt.

Raph was grinning, arm lifted up as he shouted in victory as he just beat down a Cougar mutant in a fight that took six and half minutes and earns him a solid twenty thousand as it was the biggest fight of the month. He was standing tall and bloodied with the other mutant being taken to medical but six guys, looking around at the audience that loved him and his violence when he saw it.

He had leaned his head back, exhausted from the long fight as well as the two he had done before then, when he looked up at one of the many holes in the top floor.

There were three disappointed and almost heartbroken looking faces, one looking like he would cry, one like he was going to be sick at the sight of such depraved violence, one looking full of shame.

Mikey turned away first as soon as Raph caught his eye, tears falling so obvious even though he was so far away.

Donnie gagged, seemingly focused on the sight of the Cougar still holding onto his side from where Raph nearly gutted him with his nails. He ran away, probably following Mikey.

Leo… Leo just stared at him. He didn’t even shake his head like Splinter would have done, instead just staring at Raph like he was trying to figure out how someone could be such a shameful burden, a disappointment to him and everyone he knew.

Raph look down after Leo turned and left, staring at the screaming crowed and blood over his hands and the floor for the ring and for the first time since he found the club, he wished he was somewhere else.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles #2012 raphael #raphael angst #splinter tmnt #donnie tmnt #mikey tmnt #leo tmnt #fight clubs