#blob opera au

[psychicvoidtale]

Ha

[trashartgalleries]

I colored da redraw! :D

Maybe I should add a second layer of color I the clothes 🤔

I'll reblog it if I do

Here's a bigger version of the old one:

[urgardenandmine]

alone yet free ☾ - j. suh

summary: the new night guard is a cutie patootie genre: fluff/non-idol au pairing: m!reader x johnny suh word count: 2.9K

i guess the time has come. we have to go. 

as the sun began to rise over the horizon, you stared out the glass window from your place. from your feet, you could feel the pain of the cold hitting you. it was the usual, due to the museum’s weird angled vents. as your eyes scanned the wooden floor, you looked at the paintings as the pain had rose further and further up to your torso. grunting softly, you tried not to acknowledge it yet you could feel your eyes water. your toes felt frozen, as if someone had placed them in dry ice and then held you in suspended animation through cryosleep. 

feeling the sun’s warmth now on your chest and left side of your face, you took in a quick breath as you stood still. you had felt the hairs on your face stand on end, reacting to how your nerves felt being gently cradled by the glowing yellow star. whimpering due to the cold, you plastered on a face of curiosity, staring towards a corner in the ceiling. it was the same corner you had stared at for a while now. the ceiling was peeling, the missing paint patches revealing the ceiling's original material which was mahogany wood. the beams were littered with chandeliers and as well secretively due to the makers of them, cobwebs. you had seen maybe one spider always in the same dusty corner, feeling somewhat jealous due to it’s freedom and being able to express its creativity. 

listening to the wind pick up, you remembered it was spring and that the weather was cooler now. you had heard someone mention where you were last night. the word “london” happens to pop out a lot from people’s mouths, yet you had no idea what that meant. you also heard the word “spring,” which you knew as you weren’t a heathen to the seasons gifted upon you. the birds chirped, flapping their wings as they soon went to begin their chores for the day. 

feeling the coldness reach the crown of your head, you stood in place, unmoving and unwavering in both the physical and emotional. as your ears became muffled, you did your best to decipher. hearing the sound of the door handle wobble, you heard another sound. it was similar to the windchimes yet less majestic, more mechanical. they were getting louder, and more aggressive as the door handle turned. 

key. the word was key. the keys went into the handle. 

pushing open the door was a stout man, adorned in a simple black tee and mustard yellow puffer jacket. his bottoms were a simple brown, nothing too describe due to his uncaring attitude towards his looks. your eyes were blurry yet you could see his outline. it felt like you were watching through stained glass, the objects now appearing like blobs of color. it was as if you had rubbed your eyes, the vision now staticky as well. 

the man let out a booming sneeze, followed by a hard snort as he mumbled words. due to your current hearing situation, you didn’t make out anything that was said. you saw his body disappear into a room that was labeled “storage.” you had no idea what it was but you knew that it must’ve been vast as everyone had placed so many items inside. you had seen a broom, a water broom and even the broom’s companion which was called a “dustpan.” you had seen the man reappear now in the room, bringing out the green broom as he swept the dust into the orange dustpan. it was almost like an opera, seeing him dance around the room and around the other people you were always around. he had begun his usual routine before getting the place ready to accommodate his usual group of friends. 

during his chores, you could hear the faint ticking of the clock. you could see the hours past yet didn’t budge, simply in place as usual. during the passing hours, three people had come into the building during different increments. the first came an hour after the man had come, while the other followed presumably thirty minutes after. the third had come in another hour. the latter had  opened the doors to the building.

as the doors opened, you could hear the small pitter patter of footsteps and growing voices. slowly creeping into your blurred vision, you had seen groups of children, all dressed warmly and in bright color. one girl (you assumed was a girl) was wearing a brightly colored hat. it was almost a bright pink, yet you felt it was too loud. you couldn’t see any of their faces, only their silhouettes and the colors they had chosen for the day. you had seen as well a bunch of other adults, watching over the children and eyeing those around you. in front of the group were those who had appeared in the morning, helping the man clean up, now wearing a black sweater as they seemed to have been talking to the groups. 

you stood still, looking at those as you had seen your comrades also in position. you made eye contact with your friend amara, as she held her dress in her left hand and re-positioned her diadem with her right. she had the same half-smile as usual. looking at her, you felt a small feeling of relief, seeing that she was in-place unlike your last friend, christos. last week, he had decided to switch his positioning, which was funny to you two yet he had earned three days in the other “storage” room. luckily, it was documented that he was known for changing once in a while. 

as the group had passed by you, you had seen the one person you were expecting. he was wearing a forest green “cardigan,” which you had learned from your friend george william burdenell-bruce. the cardigan had a small patch knitted on, which was a small white bunny. you had always wondered what the bunny was named, considering it looked like he always talked to it. he wore gray baggy jeans, with his white tank top tucked into his waist. on his shoulder was the strap that led to a woody, chunky bag. the bag had things attached on it, such as small cute and colorful trinkets. you were always fascinated by the idea of them as they had their own voices when touched, unlike you. 

seeing him eyeing you, you were somewhat intrigued on what part of you had caused them to linger around you every day. oh, i had forgotten to mention. he was always here. he was always eyeing you, intaking every piece of you. he was your secretive yet not so secretive admirer. whether the weather be warm, scorching, soggy, freezing, he was always here in this building. 

one of the workers of the building had approached him. they began to conversate, yet it was hard for you to understand due to the speed of how they were talking. trying to listen in (which was rude yet you had no choice as you couldn’t move away), you tried to break down what they were saying.

“hello there! what’s your name?” the worker asked, doing their job as they had to assist everyone here.

“oh, hey! i’m johnny.” he replied.

johnny. 

jonathan. john. jon. the many variations of that name have yet one base. the name john meant “graced by god” and here he was, gracing you with his presence. 

“hi there, johnny! well, welcome to the alistair museum! i see you found a piece you enjoy.” the worker teased, nudging him ever so slightly. johnny scratched the back of his neck, chuckling as he nodded and looked at them. his eyes then slowly followed to you. another thing i forgot to mention…

you were a simple sculpture.

you didn’t remember much on your home, knowing only the story you were told from your creator and the days and steps leading up to your being.

it was a simple day in your hometown. you lived in a village, well, technically, your creator lived in a village so you did too. you had no idea what continent it was nor what side of the planet, whether it was day or night. as you being made, your creator had mixed the clay that made you with certain “properties.” he had purchased an elixir from the local apothecary, hoping it had made the clay more “lifelike.” what he didn’t know was that the simple elixir was made of blood, which was mixed with herbal water placed in a silver bowl, soaked in the light of a lunar eclipse. 

your creator had mixed the elixir with the simple clay, not realizing they were making life in a bowl to make a simple sculpture. they had taken their time with you, making each crevice and simple limb lifelike, wanting to be known as an artist that people could revere. they had one thought in their mind, to be the best, and with you being made, they were. 

it was after your first transformation, for a lack of a better term. your eyes had opened as soon as the sun had fallen asleep, allowing the moon to awaken everything else in it’s path. you could feel the coldness slowly lift from your smooth skin, almost like a newborn baby’s. your eyes were immensely blurry, as similar to the morning dew on a clear glass. you blinked, clearing them up as you could see your surroundings. you were in a small hut like house, the roof being coned and made of straw. the walls were supported with wooden rods and straw as well, acting as the insulation. you could see specks of clay through the loose yellow strands of stray. next to you were other sculptures, yet half-made or barely started. 

a small gust of wind had caused you to shiver, making you look for a small sheet to cover yourself with. making your way towards a sheet under pottery, you yanked it from under them, causing them to somersault off the table and onto the floor. the sound of five pieces shattering had caused your maker to jump out of their slumber, rushing to the source of the ruckus. in front of their eyes was a living, breathing man, draped in a clay stained sheet. their initial reaction was that of fear, then slowly becoming realization as they had seen you off your stand. approaching you, they recognized their handy work. in the next hour, you were being taught on what the things in life were, as you had taught them that you were a child in the body of an adult.

throughout the years, or centuries, you were passed around owner from owner, being a piece of art with an alluring history. you remember the places you were placed before, such as countries like greece, parts of asia and more. following the never ending changes in location, you began to get lonely, making friends with the animals and the other inhabitants yet seeing either destruction in the days to come or being stolen due to your value. now in this time, you weren’t as lonely as you were now in this place which was labeled a “museum.” though some of the pieces weren’t like you, you enjoyed their company, yet some were like you and that didn’t bode well for them.

the ones not like you were the ones you had labeled the “living,” as they could experience the gaze and warmth of those around them. though it was ironic, you had called them the “living” because of how much people knew of them and how much their stories would live on in history. those like you, you all (such as you, christos and more) decided on the name of the “lifeless,” being stuck in time during the day and yet while alive at night, had nowhere to go. though you as well had stories to your own names, you felt like you were in a prison, unable to leave due to your curses and unable to really experience life due to the chains that were placed upon you as your duty as works of art. due to the immense pain of never being free, the other “lifeless” had chosen to never shed their stoney skin, simply staying in the cold. you, however, had a new reason to live.

the man in front of you was that reason.

he was here weeks before, the week before, and now he was before you. his eyes scanned you, studying every part of you. you felt seen, you felt alive.

now, on this day, he was back again and communicating with the worker, learning more on you. seeing him smile at the small pieces of knowledge that the worker knew, it was almost as if a partner was listening to their partner’s parents brag about their child. he had turned to look at you, smiling as the worker walked away. stepping closer, he chuckled as he whispered softly.

“you’re my favorite piece.” 

hopefully this man was what the kids “single.”

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as time passed, you had been kept company with the man. he had seemed to never leave, being here in the museum for almost the whole day. feeling the time get closer, you hoped for him to leave, knowing that though if you were no longer stuck in this cocoon, you would either run to him or he would do the opposite. you could see the sun rays slowly exit the room, as the workers followed suit. the man, johnny, still didn’t budge and was nowhere near exiting, as he had made his way to another possible “storage room.” it was weird, but he must’ve gotten confused on how to leave. 

with the sun now gone and the moon over the horizon, you could feel all the pieces of stone and clay remove themself from you, allowing your skin to breathe. the feeling of the museum’s cool air made you feel relief. the cold from the AC was different than the creeping cold of the stone, almost more comforting. stretching, you let out a small exhale as you smiled, looking at your surroundings. hopping off your platform, you made your way to a potted plant in the corner. digging through the dirt, you had slowly pulled out a pair of trousers. you were now getting more accustomed to the new world’s rules. 

slipping on the bright pink trousers, you sighed and took a deep breath, taking in the smell of the musty museum. 

“nothing like the smell of dirt and dust.” you stated happily. you soon made your way to your friends, informing them that the man you had fallen for had been back again. making your way down the hall, you waved at the paintings that you had talked to for years, complimenting them on how today they looked “prettier than usual.” turning the corner, you had immediately froze.

on a bench, in front of your friends was the man you were coming to talk about. johnny. sucking in a short breath, you didn’t know what to do. eyeing him, you noticed his clothes had changed. he was now in a navy blue uniform, his belt accessorized with things such as two metal hoops, a black stick and what the people called a “flashlight.” you had no idea what it did but it looked fun. as you gulped, his head turned towards you. he shot up, removing his stick and the flashlight, shining it on you.

“hey! stop!” he barked, causing you to jump. looking at him, you had never seen this side of him. it was authoritative. it was very alluring.

“oh, i’m sorry. i was coming to see my friends.” you explained. he inched forward, holding the stick tight in his left hand. he furrowed his brows, looking you up and down.

“friends? you’re half-naked!” he exclaimed. you look down at your body, confused on what he meant. looking back at him, you titled your head to the right, showing your confusion. as he approached slowly, his face had softened. 

“wait, you look familiar.” he stated, now an inch from you. you blushed softly, looking up at him and into his brown eyes. 

“oh! i’m from here!” you answered, walking back as you made your way back to your platform. you could hear his heavily padded feet follow behind you. reaching your stand, you sat on it and looked at him. you smiled and waved. as you looked towards him, his mouth had fallen open as he began to dance. 

“i knew it! i knew it! the stories were real!” he happily sang, jumping up and down as he looked at you. after realizing he was now talking to a living fairytale, he stopped in his tracks and got closer. he sat beside you, smiling.

“uh, i’m johnny. what’s your name?” he spoke softly, slyly taking off his button up vest and wrapping it around you. 

“no one’s ever asked me before. my name’s [y/n].” 

“it’s pretty.” he complimented, causing you to smile gently. he looked at you, eyeing every part of you. it felt like how he did when you were stone, his eyes full of wonder and curiosity.

“so, how are you real? and what’s the story? and like what’s your favorite color?” he spewed questions like a leaky faucet, making you giggle. he blushed, looking away as he scratched his neck.

“sorry, too much?” he asked, now embarrassed by making himself seem a little needy. you shook your head, slowly grabbing his hand and holding it tightly.

“not at all. we have all night.” 

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inspired by the opening line of kiss of life's "te quiero" and the performance video (stan KIOF!)

sorry if it's not so good! halfway through this writing, i started getting dizzy and light headed TT

i hope y'all enjoy!

[hellcheer-prompts]

im leaving the fandom. this are some hellcheer aus i had. please take them

Romance Blue Lagoon: The Awakening Ghost A Star is Born Sing Street Waitress Me Before You The Bodyguard Yesterday Footloose Dirty Dancing A Walk to Remember The Vow Fire with Fire

Period Finding Neverland Dangerous Beauty Wuthering Heights The Phantom of the Opera Pride and Prejudice Titanic Water for Elephants Romeo and Juliet Pompeii Grease The Illusionist Moulin Rouge! Tuck Everlasting A Knight’s Tale

Animated Where the Heart is Howl’s Moving Castle Kiki’s Delivery Service Anastasia Lady and the Tramp Tangled

Fantasy I Am Dragon Penelope The Princess Bride Stardust Peter Pan The Sound of Magic The Ash Lad: In the Hall of the Mountain King Timeline Splash Red Riding Hood Beastly Winter’s Tale Legend

Horror Edward Scissorhands Warm Bodies Horns Disturbia The Blob The Crow Queen of the Damned Nightwatch Buffy the Vampire Slayer V for Vendetta Sleeping with the Enemy Bones and All

I’m sorry to hear you’re leaving. Please take care of yourself. No fandom is worth more than the people in it, yourself included. I hope you find something to bring you joy soon!

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

I make playlists for my longfics in case I need inspiration and part of that old anime that partially inspires my Superhuman AU is in that playlist.

Currently obssessed with the Blob Opera version of the full opening theme.

[casjelkowa]

Mairimashita Iruma-Kun Blind Au!

English is not my first language.errors ahead~

Feel free to use it. MIK needs more ffs and comics. Just pls @ me

Lets start;

Iruma is slowly loosing his sight but he wont say anything about it to anyone, because he dont want to burden anyone with his problems. And its slow proces.

Azz and Clada does not see that because they spend with him everyday.

Ameri starts to suspect something is wrong much later when iruma has trouble with reading hatsukoi memories.

Sully is busy so he dont see anything. And Opera tries to say something but Iruma is Iruma and dont want help.

But its getting worse and worse. And everything starts to be very fuzzy. And he sometimes has problem with recogniseing blobs of colors as people. But he goes by using his hearing and touch. - he tries.

But then there is some fight. Or test? Or something. And it turns out you need to see what if somewhere in the distance. So of corse iruma dont see it.

So the truth is out.

Sullivan is angry and sad that Iruma didnt tell him. They (adoults) try to find some way to repair Irumas sight. But its not working. No magic, no glasses. Nothing.

So they try different aproach. Where they start to somewhat teach Iruma more how to live without sight. But...demons dont normalny go blind. So they dont know much.

BUT Alice and Clara offers to help. Like:

- they read to Iruma

- they help him walk in new places.

- they let him touch their faces so he dont forgets them.

And it helps a little.

Someone finds Iruma a staff/stick. So he can try and search for obstacles on his path.

But one day he wakes up and "see" only darnkess. No colors. No light and shadows. Nothing. And he cries.

Bonus IruAzz:

When Azz knows he tries his best to be eyes for both of them. He will tell Iruma about the scenery round them. And about some funny situationd that happened. And he would describe things to him when needed.

Of corse he would be the one to comfort Iruma when he cries. And when he losses his sight completly.

And he will fight. He will use his family fame. To research for explanations. And for cure. And in future he will find them. But it will be after many years.

And Iruma wont be needing it. Bc he come to terms with his state. And he is happy how he is. With Azz (maybe as his husband) and with the many things they do together that wont happen if Iruma has his sight back

Like reading books aloud, or trying to paint something together, or many many things.

But all of that research will help other demons with bad sight.

[omgilostmyshoe]

Sabriel Week 2019. Day Four: Free Day

Can You Withstand The Heat

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sabriel, implied/mentioned established Destiel.

Wordcount: 3,740

Tags and Warnings: AU, A/B/O, Omega Sam Winchester, Alpha Gabriel, Heat Sex, Sex position 69, Curses, Angst with Happy ending, Fluff, PWP.  

@sabrielevents

What if the all-fandom joke about Sam being cursed was not a joke at all? What if, being a teenager, Sam pisses off a witch, who curses him? Now, everyone he ever sleeps with will die in some horrible fashion. So, he suffers all his heats alone, that keep getting more and more painful, but he hardly has a choice in the matter. He will not become a killer for his own pleasure. That is until he meets a mysterious Alpha, who is immune to the curse, and brings a lot more surprises with him, than just mind-blowing sex skills. 

Sam hates the heats. 

He hates them so much, that he's been long living "in between". 

The Times when it hits - he is not living. 

He is in agony, he is a ball of need, lust and pain. But he's not living. 

It was easier, when he had Dean. 

Of course, he still has him, but Dean now has Cas. 

Now, instead of suffering together, Dean smells of satisfaction and pleasure after each and every heat. 

Sam is happy for his brother, of course... But he’s... 

's still suffering. 

And all because of some crazy alpha bitch-witch, whom he refused so long ago. And she cursed him. With "If I can't have you, nobody can." 

Because really, what is it with his life being an over dramatic soap opera? 

No... It is his life, and it's coming to a swift end, as another heat is closing in on Sam.

He’s hurrying to the local clinic to get a heat room--alone, of course--but he can feel it already. 

Creeping in on the edges of his senses, quickening his heart and breathing, racking up his pheromones higher and higher. 

He has half an hour at best, and he floors it, not caring for the speed limit or angry honking of the cars he flies past. 

There is the familiar hunger creeping in, and he’s almost in hell already. 

And of course, as fate would have it, there are cops nearby. And of course, there is now a police car after him, blaring its sirens and demanding he stop. 

He checks the time, feeling a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead. 

Just five minutes to the clinic. 

Sirens blare, and he swears, coming to a screeching stop at the nearest sidewalk, praying to all Gods that the cop is anything but an Alpha. Another Omega, or Beta even, anything, but...

"Hi there, I'm Officer Novak. ID and registration please?" 

...that. 

An Alpha. 

Short, but cocky, confidence and dominance rolling off of him in waves, along with the absolutely delicious scent, which had Sam's mouth watering in seconds. His asshole too, he feels--acutely--as the blob of slick, a big one, slides down in his underwear. He was never more thankful for that person who thought about Omega's needs enough to engineer a special kind of underwear that can absorb large amounts of slick without leaving stains on actual clothing. 

But as Sam gets more and more lost in his own thoughts and the approaching heat, the cop takes a whiff of him too. 

And what finally captures Sam attention is a growl. 

Low, rumbling, going straight through all of his desperate being, forcing another rush of slick and a quiet moan in return. 

"Please... Officer. I'm just trying to get to the clinic. You can... see, that it is... an emergency." 

Talking is hard, especially when the Alpha's eyes are raking all over him, head to toe, crimson of his irises blinking with shining gold. Sam barely holds in another moan, but he can't allow himself to just give up. 

Even if all he wants is to present to this Alpha, of which he knows nothing of but the surname. He wants to present his neck, ass, anything, everything he would want...

Sam moans again, first pangs of pain gripping his stomach, demanding, and shuts his eyes, riding the wave. 

He doesn't notice the Alpha moving, until he himself is moved. Carried, actually, bridal style, and the power that take, the power that Alpha possesses, lifting him with such ease... It does things to Sam's heat-addled mind and body. 

The cop growls again, short, disapproving, and Sam knows it's to make him release the death grip he got on Alpha's shoulders. Alpha who carried him effortlessly to his own car, settling Sam on the backseat with as much care as possible and goes to lock up Sam's car. 

Sam though, he just plops himself on the seats, drowning in the scent of the Alpha that permeates the car. 

His cock is hard and his underwear is barely holding on against the waves of slick gushing out of him. 

The cop returns just as another wave of cramps hits, and Sam curls into himself, groaning in pain and arousal, both ricocheting through his nerves. 

"Shhh, pretty thing... Hang in there just a little longer, I'll get you what you need." 

The pain leaves as sudden as it appeared. Instead, there is pleasure, comfort... Sam relaxes before he knows it, time is bending in his altered state. 

But he feels a steady hand carding through his damp hair, and he hears a soothing voice. 

The Alpha. 

Sam heard that their touch is practically miraculous for Omegas during heats, but to experience that... Again. After all this time. 

He sobs quietly at the hollow pain that originates in his heart, that even the Alpha's gentle hands can't cure. 

The Alpha who is now back in the driver seat, sirens blaring, and he's speeding off, even faster than Sam was going. They make it to the clinic in three minutes, the cop, (Novak, he said?) carrying Sam in. 

The nurse at the reception--beta, thank fuck--fusses over them both and directs them to the side corridor immediately. 

Clean walls, a row of identical scent-proofed doors. 

Yes, this is where he needs to be. 

But where he wants to be is in this Alpha's arms, on his cock, below his body. He moans, nuzzling in the Alpha's neck, practically melting at the quiet purr of approval he hears in return. 

"So, partners, I believe? I'll get your paperwork after, of course, but we have to check."

Nurse talks, asks, prods him even, but all he concentrated on is the scent. He wants more of it and licks above the collar of cop's uniform. For the first time he feels Alpha shudder, arms holding him up trembling a little, but squeezing tighter too. 

"Nope... Sadly, that beauty is not mine. But I am registered in the network as an approved Urgent Heat Care Provider, Gabriel Novak, do check." 

The Nurse nods and with a worried glance at Sam--he thinks, he's kinda distracted--runs away, to check the paperwork or whatever. 

But as his hormones and the heat come in stronger and stronger, there is still something nagging at Sam's horny mind. Something important. Very. 

Pain is what reminds him, another wave, so strong, Gabriel--such a beautiful name--has to sink on his knees with Sam, cradling him closer, rubbing circles in his back and lower belly, trying to chase away the cramps. 

"Damn, dude... That feels serious. Have you never had a partner before?" 

The Alpha mumbles, concentrated on helping, but Sam can’t hold on any longer, heat making him not only horny, but emotional as hell too. 

He starts to cry openly, terrifying the Alpha, who is apologies again and again, mumbling about being an idiot, and that he shouldn’t have said it... 

"I'm cursed... Whoever I sleep with, dies." Sam hiccups out between sobs, crumbling completely, hiding his wet face on the Alpha's chest and taking every shred of comfort he can take. Knowing they would probably be the last ones. 

Too soon he will be left alone, in the room that he hates, with the toys that don't help, and the pain that doesn't go away, with a desire that cannot be satisfied. 

He lifts his head when he hears a delighted laughter. 

The alpha is laughing, loud and infectious, his joy as easy as his smile, which was beautiful. 

"Cursed, hey? By a Witch, I take it?" He giggles quietly as Sam nods, figuring that the guy is probably crazy. Or suicidal. Maybe both. 

"Well then, baby, you hit the jackpot today. I'm immortal and immune to most curses, so I can help you out, if you'll allow me, Omega?" 

 is an official proposal. 

Sam can't believe his ears, but somehow... He actually believes Gabriel. 

There is not a whiff of deceit from him, just a steady current of lust, amazement and worry.  

The nurse returns, paperwork in her hands that she quickly forgets, seeing them on the floor. 

"Are you okay, darling? Do you need something?"

Sam shakes his head "no", still lost in the crimson of Alpha's eyes. He is so torn, and he so wants to believe, to surrender. Just this once. 

"Just, em... I'm Sam Winchester, and I accept this Alpha to be my Emergency Heat Partner." 

Gabriel smiles again, and leans in, kissing him in the corner of the mouth. 

He smells like candy and Sam wants more. 

The nurse is talking again, but Sam doesn't hear anything, every sense and nerve in his body trained on the Alpha. 

Who is very soon will be fucking him throughout the heat. 

The whine he makes is impossible to contain and Gabriel shushes him, hand carding through the hair again, face close...

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers, even though he already did. Sam doesn't nod, just surges forward, licking into the Alpha's mouth. He tastes strawberries, chocolate and power and whines again, needy and as horny as he's ever been in his life. 

Gabriel kisses expertly, guiding him gently but firmly, nips of his teeth mingling with caresses of the tongue. Sam's melting under such attention, his body moving of its own volition, and soon they full on making out, with Sam straddling Gabriel and grinding down his erection into the prominent bulge in Alpha's pants. 

Who doesn't seem to mind, no, the barely heard steady growl in his throat is approving, encouraging. 

Sam mewls when Alpha's hands slide down his back and squeeze his ass. His underwear is ruined, his jeans too, but he couldn't care less. 

"Damn... So wet for me already, Sammy..." Alpha breaks the kiss to stand up, hand right where they were, supporting Sam's weight easily as before. "How about we go inside and get to business, ha?" 

That does sound good, so Sam nods his assent to Alpha's neck, nuzzling again. 

His scent intensified, dizzying, strong but sweet, and Sam licks at it, licks it off the Alpha's skin, bites down on it, reveling in the hungry growly moan. 

Sam likes the sounds so he keeps up with the kisses, licking, sucking. Hands on his ass dig in deeper, and his moan in interrupted as he's thrown on the bed - careful, but decisive.

"Clothes - off. Now."

Gabriel's voice is full-on Alpha now, as are his eyes, dark red, shining under the too bright lights of the sterile room. 

Sam in hypnotized by them, but his body already scrambling to obey the order, tearing the clothes away. 

It is a very good idea, fabrics scratchy and restrictive on his sensitive skin. But what's better, is that Gabriel undresses too, from the bottom to the top. 

His radio, fixed to the shoulder, crackles to life as he unbuttons the uniform shirt. 

"This is dispatch. Unit one-forty-six, respond, what's your status?"

Sam licks his lips, taking off his last sock, totally naked, splayed out on the bed before the Alpha. Who's looking at him as a meal that he's about to devour. But before that, he does click the button to answer the call. 

"This is unit one-forty-six, I'm at the clinic on Third, caught a 69." 

He smirks, when the person on the other end of the radio heaves a sigh. 

"Gabe, you know that is not the proper code. But accepted, I'll mark you as on Emergency Mode for the next few days." 

"Thanks, darling... Though you are right. 69 might not be an option. He's a tall one." 

Alpha smirks, salacious and lewd, watching with clear approval as Sam spreads his legs wider. As he arches on the bed, imagining, wanting, new wave of heat washing over him. 

It's still mixed with pain and he whines, gripping his stomach, but this time, this time it's different. 

This time he's not alone. 

This time there is a hungry mouth showering kisses and bites all along his exposed chest, taking the pain away. 

This time he has an Alpha, who will not perish from some horrible and gruesome death. 

Somebody, who can survive him...

Sam's train of thought is interrupted when there is a couple of fingers circling his drenched with slick hole. 

"Mmm, so open already, but we need to prepare you before all the fun begins, darling. Is that okay with you?" 

Gentle tone clashes with teasing touches, but Sam is already nodding, thrusting his hips back, into the fingers, into the contact he craves. 

He's lucky, and the movement forces those fingers inside, muscles of his ass already working itself open to get ready for the knot. 

Sam moans in delight, finally filled with something that is not a toy or his own hands. Alpha chuckles in his ear before adding a third finger and fucking him open, steadily, torturously slow. 

"Please, please, I'm ready, just fuck me, please..."

There's a fourth finger instead inside of him, stretching. Sam moans, mind getting lost in lust and heat, but he hears the cautioning growl. 

He also feels the very considerable length of the Alpha's cock pressing into his thigh. Big, fat cock, and yes, he will need stretching for that, but Gods, Sam wants it. 

So he keeps asking, with whispers and moans, and everything he has. 

Soon, he begs. 

Soon, he is arranged on his back, pillows all around, legs spread wide, all open for the Alpha's lustful gaze. 

He gets a chance to look too, a little moment of clarity between the waves of the heat. 

As his body gives him a second of respite, preparing for the main event, he looks. The Alpha is short, as he remembers, probably at least a head lower than Sam. But he's strong, lithe muscles rolling under tanned skin. His face is handsome, not in the canonical sense, perhaps, but all his features exist is harmony, giving Gabriel a seductive, mischievous look. Sam likes it, likes as thin lips of the Alpha are pink from their kisses, likes that his brown locks are disheveled from his own hands. Likes that there is a hickey already forming on his neck that Sam left. 

"Well, hang onto something, Sammy, because I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget all about not only the curse, but the world itself." 

That is an enticing promise, and Sam is so ready for the fulfillment of it. 

He screams in pleasure, sharp, almost too much, so anticipated it almost breaks him, when Alpha pushes in--finally. 

But he holds on, as he was told, holds onto Gabriel's shoulders, taking in his cock, moaning and shivering with long awaited sensation of being so full. 

It's never ending, it seems, as Gabriel just keeps going. And by the time he bottoms out, breathing harshly, gripping Sam's hips to keep him in place, Sam is already riding the waves of bliss. 

Gabriel is perfect. Big and thick, and alive, and Sam just wants more.

What's even better, after a moment of adjustment, he gets exactly that. 

The fucking of his life, with dirty words and gentle kisses. With the rhythm of the thrusts so strong, they shove him up the bed, and soon he has to grip the headboard just to stay in place. 

He meets each and every one, ecstasy flooding his body. 

He can't believe that it can be better, but it does. 

It does, when with a sharp growl Gabriel thrusts once more, stronger even than before, and Sam feels it. 

The knot, inside his stretched to the limit body, expanding still, locking them together. 

Gabriel is coming, hugging him tight, still trying to get deeper inside Sam's body with little abortive pushes in. As Sam feels the hot cum filling him, Alpha's knot and dick pulsing inside... That is all he can take. All he needs. 

With a blissed out moan he comes too, untouched, and probably passes out for a hot second from all the delightful sensations flowing through him. 

He comes to whispered praises, indistinguishable, but intent clear, and reaches for a kiss. Gabriel grants it, tender this time, them both still locked together, but the urgency of the heat abated at the moment. 

Sam opens his bleary eyes and this is where he notices it again. 

Gabriel's crimson Alpha irises blinking in and out, but not to the usual human color, no. To the shimmering gold, too powerful, too distinct to be anything but what it is. 

"I knew it!" 

Sam's jerks, hissing at the soreness, that grips his limbs and sated, fucked out sluggishness that forces him to stay lying down. 

Gabriel smirks again, but there is vulnerability and caution behind it. He stops hiding, eyes shining pure gold now, pulsing with power that leaves Sam shivering from witnessing just a sliver of it. 

In fascination he watches, as the ugly mark of the curse, that always appears on his partners, right where the mating bite would go, disappears. Just fades away, as if burned out by the gold, and Alpha's shoulder is clean, unmarred again. Only tense flesh, only a scattering of moles, only the web of veins pumping blood inside, that he can see through that creamy skin. 

"Beauty 

 brains... Seems like it was me who hit the jackpot today." 

Gabriel mutters, withdrawing slightly, as if expecting for Sam to recoil from him, no matter that they are still tied together. 

Sam doesn't let him. 

He already set his mind, already decided everything. 

"Show them to me." 

He sees the evident surprise on Alpha's face, but it melts into the pleased smile as Sam rubs his hand along Gabe's forearm. Reassuring. 

This time as Gabriel sits up, Sam allows it, moaning softly as it changes the angle of the cock inside him, hitting all the still sensitive spots. 

"Please" He begs, hips moving in slow circles, unable to stop, even though his stare is glued to Gabriel, or rather, his shoulders. 

Alpha laughs, shaking his head in pleased disbelief, but then...

Then it all falls away. 

Because Alpha was right, Sam hit the jackpot today, alright. 

Because behind Gabriel's back are wings, opening up, unfurling, manifesting in all their shining glory. 

Shimmering gold, just as his eyes, two, four, six! Six pairs of them, strong and long, crowding the little white room, as Sam's breath catches from the sight of that beauty. 

"Amazing..." 

He reaches out, and one of the wings leans to him two, golden feathers incredibly soft to the touch, almost tickling, but not quite. 

Sam wants more, wants them everywhere. 

He announces as such just as he feels Gabriel's knot deflating slightly, promising a soon release. 

Promising the next round. 

Heat and wonder hit him again, but this time Sam is not afraid. 

He found his Alpha, and as he cocooned in the cascade of gold and softness and power, and kissed by the literal angel, he is, for the first time in years, is glad for his heat. 

That is until he remembers something. 

"SHIT! Shit! Contraceptives, Gabe, where are they?!" 

They stay in that room for three days, riding each and every one of the waves of Sam's heat. 

Gabriel didn't lie, the curse has seemingly no effect on him, marks disappearing each and every time they appear. 

So Sam allows himself to relax. To enjoy it. 

They end up trying 69 too, and no, he is not too tall for that. 

Just perfect, actually. 

He is on top, sucking onto the Alpha's cock like the best candy in history. He can barely fit the half of it in his mouth, strokes the rest with his hands, reveling in the moans he can get out of his lover. 

He's hardly silent himself, because Gabriel apparently doesn't have a gag reflex at all. Or the need to breath. 

He just accepts it as Sam fucks down in his throat, growls approvingly, sucks and licks. Sam is in heaven, for sure. He ascends to some higher plane of existence as Gabe adds fingers in the mix. Actually it's his whole fist, just fucking into Sam's stretched whole, as he keeps sucking onto his cock. 

Sam explodes with a keen, almost choking on Alpha's dick. It takes him awhile to return the favor, because Gabe keeps sucking and fucking into him, rubbing into his prostate mercilessly, milking him till the last drop. 

Sam officially loves the heats. 

  On the fourth day, when they both finally emerge from the heat room, Sam finds his brother waiting just on the other side of the door. 

He reeks of worry, and as soon as he sees Gabriel, perfectly alive and in cop's uniform no less, anger, disbelief and confusion mix in with his scent. 

But what is more curious, is the exchange of the Alphas. 

Because Dean did not come alone. Castiel stands just behind his shoulder, a silent guardian, ready to jump in if needed, or to calm down his mate. 

Instead, he stares at Gabriel with shocked recognition. Gabriel rolls from the hills of his feet to his tiptoes, whistling nervously. 

"Well. That's unexpected. Hi there, bro." 

He gives Castiel a short wave, and now it's Sam's turn to glare at his brother's mate. Who is apparently is also an angel. Who hasn't told him shit about that. 

"Gabriel. What, pray tell, are you doing here? With Sam? And... What's with the uniform?" 

Dean's anger deflates, as the situation grows more and more confusing for both humans. Angels, however, quickly find their feet, being family and all. Apparently. 

"Ah, that. Work, of course, I'm a cop right now. Undercover." 

He leans in, whispering conspiratorially, as Castiel groans exasperated. 

"Gabe, that is not what undercover cop means and you know it! What is going on?!" 

"Well, nothing much... Just those annoying boys in blue getting too close again. Had to see what they have on us, throw a few false trails, while I finish the transition." 

Castiel glares, clearly unimpressed. 

Sam just sighs, somehow already accepting all the craziness that probably follows Gabriel like a royal entourage. 

Dean is quietly fuming, not understanding, and Sam can see that he's soon to explode with yelling and questions. 

All in all, Sam still loves his heats. 

Especially when Gabriel defending himself against the yelling and the interrogation, sneaks a gentle hold around Sam's wrist. Alpha's fingers rub at his pulse point, scent-marking and comforting. 

Promising that he’s not alone. 

[sulemania]

Okay, so, Age Of X-Man is an X-Men crossover event where most of the mutants in the Marvel Universe are snatched into an alternate world where history and their memories have been rewritten.

The creator of that alternate world (Nate Grey, aka X-Man, aka kinda-Cable-except-not) wanted a “utopia” where everyone works for the good of all mutants, and therefore banned both romantic, intimate and family relationships. Every child is made in a test tube. He also created a fascist thought police to enforce those laws. This is a really stupid plan, and every book shows how the plan is failing because these damn soap opera characters can’t stop being horny.

Anyhow, in this alternate universe, mutant diversity is celebrated and Fred “Blob” Dukes isn’t discriminated against because of his size, so he’s a respected team leader instead of a bitter terrorist/mercenary. However, he’s also romantically attracted to Psylocke. The feeling might be mutual? Let’s just see how this will all come crashing down.

I dunno, I just find it interesting that this story allows the writers to remove a lot of baggage from characters and explore potential that people never knew they had. Such as, what if Fred Dukes was a fully realized character instead of a fatphobic stereotype? It’s like, a fanfic AU, except official.

Source: Age Of X-Man: X-Tremists #2

[eisforeidolon]

Unhuman Nature

Honestly, if I actively wanted to watch a terribly written fantasy soap opera, I'll bet there are more entertaining ones out there I could find.  I felt like this episode desperately wanted me to be emotionally invested in a lot of really ridiculous and completely over-the-top soapy bullshit that neither the episodes preceding it nor this one actually did the work to earn – at least not from me.

It's Bucklemming so this is yet another episode filled to the brim with Nick bullshit.  I'm seriously supposed to care about Nick's wailing angst over a murder that happened to characters we didn't even meet alive nine seasons ago? LOL.  I'm supposed to be, what, scared by him becoming a bog-standard human serial killer when even Pellegrino’s Lucifer hasn't been scary in several seasons?  Yawn. I should be in any way drawn in by this story about the influence of possession on a human vessel when exploring that would be a million times more interesting with the actual main characters and it's written with all the subtlety and nuance of a brick to the face?  Oh, please. Not to mention that it would actually be more interesting if demons hadn't killed Nick's family, that's how predictable and unnecessary this plotline is.  The only thing that separates Nick and his family from every other group of randos harmed by monsters along the way is Ross-Lemming's Pellegrino thirst.  The amount I absolutely do not care cannot be understated.

I think we're supposed to be sympathetic to the Winchesters being flummoxed by being questioned trying to admit Jack to the hospital?  Like, normal people would be flustered by their worry in that situation, so we should feel it more?  Except I wasn't sympathetic, because the Winchesters aren’t normal people - I thought it just made them look like idiots.  Castiel, okay, him not knowing how anything works in that situation makes sense.  Sam and Dean though?  Within the show itself they've had to check themselves, each other, and other people they care about into the hospital.  So they should damn well know how hospitals are about insisting on getting information upfront, and yet they don't discuss what to say for Jack in advance when they're thinking about taking him in?  Let alone when they're in the car driving him there?  No, of course they don't, because these writers are perfectly happy to make the characters idiots or OOC to do a “dramatic” scene they've decided they want.

Speaking of which, I already reposted some people pointing it out at the time, but the scene with Rowena not knowing who Jack is another example of that.  She literally said his name when she was taunting Lucifer last season, but Bucklemming don't give a shit about continuity and desperately wanted a scene of pathetic woobie Jack convincing Rowena to stay after she was upset about his existence/possible evil.  Pay attention to something in someone else's episodes?  Ha, like they even pay attention to what's in their own!  The thing is, Rowena being reluctant to help Jack and Jack playing on Rowena's desire to be appreciated by thanking her (without any awareness how persuasive that particular tack is) could actually work just fine if it wasn't proceeded by Rowena's sudden inexplicable bout of amnesia.  Hell, the whole thing where she comes rushing in thinking Sam has called her to help save Dean would actually work better if they had remembered she already knew who Jack was!

Then there's the part where archangels can juice themselves up on regular ol’ angel grace, but Jack, of course, has a whole new set of special rules where that can't work because reasons.  That's pretty much how all powers in this show work now, so I'm not surprised, just disappointed.  I could maybe even forgive that for Jack because we haven't had a nephilim character before and they are meant to be a fairly rare and unique hybrid creature, but when the rules for bog standard witches and angels seem to change every single time they show up on screen, I am over it.  

So the episode opens and Sam, Dean, and Cas are all SO CONCERNED about Jack.  Yet for some reason, Dean is the only one that goes with him on his “live life for a day” trip, because …  Okay, Castiel goes off to meet with Ketch's contact, Accent Guy.  So at least there was an excuse there and he was trying to do something theoretically productive.  But Sam just stays in the bunker … because ... it's not like he and Dean would have gone through every bit of information on nephilim that's in there already when they thought he was a threat.  Or again when he lost his grace to begin with so they’d know what to expect.  Going back through the material they have absolutely no reason not to have read already certainly couldn't be pawned off on the suddenly  AWOL AU!hunters who literally, personally owe Jack their lives.  Nope, that would make them actually useful for once, so Sam had to stay behind for reasons.

Look, I'm not saying I didn't like the scenes with Jack and Dean, because I did.  Nor that I didn’t appreciate the brief bit of Impala porn in the teaching-Jack-to-drive segment.  Nor that if I was going to pick only one of those three for a fun last-day-alive romp, it wouldn't be Dean.  With that said, there was literally no reason for Sam to stay back when he's had the closest relationship to Jack overall – it was one of the most transparently ridiculous times the Winchesters have been split up recently for reasons and that is seriously saying something.   It’s not like Dean would be magically unable to develop more of a connection with Jack, if that was the whole intent, if Sam was also there.  Even from the angle of Sam sometimes coming off like a killjoy, I don't believe he wouldn't be willing to indulge a dying Jack in the same way he's sometimes been willing to indulge Dean when he was in peril or down (early season 3, Plucky, Advanced Thanatology, etc.)if he’d gotten the same speech from Jack about wanting to live a little more in what time he had - and they all but asked for Sam’s permission to go before leaving anyway. 

Part of what makes it so ridiculous is how hard other parts of the episode were selling the contrived, fanfiction-borrowed Jack-is-their-smol-son thing.  Again, this is something I know a lot of other people are actually into, but it really isn't working for me to the extent they're selling it.  I’m not saying they don’t care about him, but he's not literally their kid.  For one, he's not actually a child.  For two, most of the time where he and the Winchesters were actually together, it was because they were afraid he'd go darkside.  For three, a great chunk of the limited time he's been alive, he was in Apocaworld, not even with them.  It's bad enough that literally everybody is totally family now after, like, an episode.  It's bad enough Jack's personality is more often than not written as a beige blob of cutesy inoffensiveness.  Compounding it with this whole oh noes, our actual child has mystical consumption?  God, it's so contrived for the dramaz and so far as I'm concerned, tissue-paper thin if you take out all the fanfic and imagines posts written about it.  

Then there's the part at the end where Dean apologizes for taking Jack out for the day because … fuck if I know?  The reason Jack's worse at the end is because he was already dying and they tried some unknown spell thing from some sketchy contact Ketch knows, so if there's any guilt to be had there, which is dubious, it should be on trying some spell they know basically nothing about without trying to research it first.  Like, it felt like Bucklemming suddenly decided they couldn't end the episode without Dean gratuitously feeling guilty for something because his only real emotions are guilt and anger, so here you go!

Finally, gosh, if death ever really meant anything on this show anymore, this ending would totally be sad and shit.  As it is?  Even if I wasn't spoiled for future events, the only thing I feel is: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  Great job, guys.  Keep up the good work!

[riyuyami]

~ 🎀 For those AU drabble requests, how about a drabble for Yami and the Ink Machine but with Seto and Lady Harpy? 🎀 ~

You love these two so much, don’t you? ;3

--

Seto was actually shocked that he hadn’t gotten around to making Lady Harpy yet with his cast of characters.

But then again... the results of his other experiments have been...

Shaking his head, Seto decided not to dwell on that, no, God no, he was not going to think about all those mishaps. He picked up the papers containing Lady’s model sheets and slipped them into the machine, marked with the summoning/creation seals.

He activated the machine and stood back, watching as it moved, churning, before a large blob of ink came from the spout, landing on the floor with a splat. He waited patiently, knowing it took a moment for them to get their bearings, to form themselves.

If things happened too fast? Well, those ink monsters roaming the lower floors were an example of learning to be patient.

He heard a soft cooing, from the blob, as it slowly rose it. The form it took was a familiar figure, but obviously three dimensional, not two dimensional. The ink began to slip off the form, showing long, flowing white locks of hair, covering up a pair of flapping wings.

The ink colored the dress and boots she wore, and the opera gloves that covered her thin arms. She turned and blinked, looking at set with wide, pie-cut eyes, before a soft smile came to her painted lips.

“Hello there, handsome.” She winked, before doing a curtsy.

Seto just chuckled and approached her, taking her little hand and giving it a kiss. “Perfect, but that’s to be expected with the very lovely Lady Harpy.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, hun.” She giggled and he smirked.

“Oh, I’m sure it will get me everywhere.”

Perfect, she’s perfect, no mistakes. And hopefully things will stay that way, hopefully the ink was not contaminated by those pathetic mistakes, no, he knew she was perfect, it was obvious.

How could you mess up someone like her?

[coldflashevents]

Extra Prompts

This is the list of prompts that didn’t make the cut, in case anyone would like to incorporate them into their Coldflash week creations, or even just write about them whenever you get inspired too.

Smut

Harry Potter AU

fake exes AU

Royalty

Single parent

Proposal

Flashpoint

Doomworld

Crossover (TV, Movie, Book)

Role Reversal

Creature AU

Tattoo/Flower shop AU

Celebrity AU

Video Game AU

Shadowhunters (Mortal Instruments) AU

competition AU (like competing sports teams or competing celebrities/cooks/whatever, hope it is understandable)

Dragon AU

Victorian AU

No Powers Role Reversal (csi/detective Len - criminal Barry no speed or ice powers - something like that)

Old Timey Monster Movie au (something like they exist in a horror movie like the blob or the creature from the black lagoon, etc)

Fake relationship

High school/college AU

Savitar x Len (aka Savitar lives AUs)

Sick Fic

Spy AU

Prison AU

Road Trip AU

Blind Date AU

G-d and priest AU. ( It’s a rare AU where person A has trained heir whole life to be a priest and they make it to the rank of high priest.. but during the ceremony, they meet person B, their G-d, and he is not what they expected)

Space-Opera AU (Star Trek, Star Wars, Firefly, ect)

Heist/Case fic

Free Day

Vacation

marvel crossover

Summer Camp/Camp Counselor AU

Secret Santa

Halloween

Disney AU

Show swap! (Instead of being major parts of The Flash, they (either of them, or both) are main characters for Arrow, Legends of Tomorrow or Supergirl)

Creek life/fFraternity AU

Betrothed AU

Porn Star AU

Stripper/Prostitute AU

Private Investigator AU

Coffee shop AU

Kids are Best Friends, but we hate each other and are constantly at each other throats AU

[psychicvoidtale]

Just a couple

[trashartgalleries]

Redraw (that'll be finished later) since this post got a few likes recently

[psychicvoidtale]

Bancy likes TALLS WOMANS

[psychicvoidtale]

The blues ones

[psychicvoidtale]