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[ainsellshadewalker]

I hope you've been doing okay! Did you have fun out at sea? What was there to sea? (Hehe, get it?) I had my 21st birthday last Thursday! Woo! Cheers to that! And do you know that Wings of Fire is getting an arc four?! With book 16 on the way?!

No ficking way!? Happy late birthday! And I didn't know that I'm so going to keep an eye out. It's our first day in port and I have so much binge reading and notifications to sift through and I've done so much writing. Not necessarily on lost and found but I've had so many ideas and I've just got to organize the thought gremlins. Just read parts four and five and I literally gasped. I kind of feel bad because he probably feels like he's finally got everything he wanted but the others want to leave just eeeee!

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Infinity Axolotl

The final blursed being in my Axolotl series! This has been so much fun and quite different from my usual subjects. Maybe some other cursed inspirations will strike me again the future~

The other 2 from the collection

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I loved your yandere Drukkari.How they would react with Sadie????

Oh my gosh, thank you! This is short, because once again my laptop ended up deleting half of what I originally wrote and it ended up shrinking in the rewrite process, so don't judge it too hard, lol.

"I'm not agreeing to 'no mind control'," Druig said frankly, a lazy smile raising one corner of his mouth. "Mind control has to be on the table."

Sadie sighed and put her pencil down. "I understand why you feel that way," she said slowly, "but do you understand how small a concession 'no mind control' is, from a human perspective?"

"That's because humans think very highly of their own decision-making skills. As an ancient, immortal being, I find their confidence unearned."

"Are you saying that you're unwilling to compromise?"

"'No mind control' isn't a compromise."

"Okay. How about 'No mind control except in cases of imminent physical danger to my person'."

Druig considered this, then sat back in his chair. "Ehh, still no."

"Why not?"

"There are plenty of ways for you to get hurt that don't count as 'imminent physical danger'. I need to be able to take control whenever I feel I have to."

"If you're not willing to agree to any of my terms, then what's the point of making a contract?"

"You like contracts and we like you," Druig said simply. Trailing a fingertip over the back of her hand and drawing an imaginary heart.

"But you don't respect my autonomy," she probed, "because you consider me a lesser being."

"Not lesser. Just...younger." The depth of his eyes betrayed his age.

Makkari tapped Sadie on the shoulder. "How about mind control is allowed, but afterwards we vote on whether it was necessary, and if at least two of us agree it wasn't, then there's some consequence."

"Meaning it's up to you when it's okay and when it's not?" Druig said. "Since I will probably always say it was necessary and Sadie will probably always say it wasn't."

Makkari nodded, unabashed. Her eyes were also deep with millennia of wisdom, but she wore the years differently. Where Druig seemed to always have the energy of either a father keeping a small child from touching the hot stove or a father watching out of the corner of his eye to make sure the small child isn't walking up to the stove again, Makkari's energy was that of full and profound internal comfort. Sadie had never seen Makkari appear to doubt herself or question herself. Makkari didn't know everything, nor would she claim to, but she knew herself better than anyone.

Druig dipped his head. "Well, I trust you, darling. I can agree to that if Sadie can."

Sadie considered for a second. She didn't find it an adequate concession on his part, but it was progress. She took up her pencil. "I'm writing it down, but I'm going to want to discuss this again later."

"Of course." Druig winked at Makkari.

Sadie had to smile, just a little, at the sight. She would continue to fight for her right to not have her decisions piloted by someone else or made subject to review, but she didn't hold much against the Eternals otherwise. They had done a lot for humanity, and their morals were worlds better than Sadie would have expected, given the opportunities their powers provided and their having been around for all of humanity's cruelest events.

They had also seen a lot of humanity's best.

And the way they looked at her...it was like they were seeing it now.

Sadie set her pencil down again and cleared her throat. "Okay, next item. Makkari, I know one of your love languages is gift-giving, but I think decorating my house wall-to-wall with stolen artifacts, treasures, and gadgets might not be the best idea."

"Why?" Makkari asked.

"Are you worried about the police?" Druig added. "Because they don't come here. Anymore."

Sadie raised an eyebrow. "Yes, the fact that you're intermittently controlling everyone in town is next on the list; don't worry."

Druig laughed, far from repentant.

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Wet Cat Adoption AU Reader, before they had fied due to a heroic sacrifice, has made many, MANY inventions and learned a few mutations as well, as their mutation, shrouded in secrecy, allowed them to learn anything, with their creativity being their only limit. Some of their highlights include:

• making an inator that turns rocks into candy (the rock candy candyinator!)

• making an inator that, when in use, makes every politican honest (that was a fun city hall election!)

• making an inator that turns trash into money

• writing a journal full of secrets of mutations (Xavier and Magneto and Fury fought over it, that was a whole episode with a two parter!)

• opening a homeless shelter and safe space for lgbtq+ people and those in distress (they all get free heating and air, new clothes, and a fountain that produces any drink they want, as long as they ads the right soluble!)

• making an inator that turns evil people good (or turns them into diamonds if they're too evil)

Reader may have been considered a crackpot inventor by the governments and scientists, but was that all just a kie so Reader would have only them to turn to? The heroes aren't aren't sure anymore, but they miss their little troublemaker who made them cupcakes for their birthday, because everyone forgets Reader's, so they made two dozen in case someone forgot their enemies'...

(They're not a bad guy, they just happened to get the role of villain)

@sugar-soda @crow-crystal @wolvesbane1984 @thewickedweiner

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Meet... THE APPRENTICE! Fearsome foe of the X-Men as well as S.H.I.E.L.D, this intuitive inventor can make anything and learn almost any skill they need to... take over the world!!! They always hide their real face and mutation behind their tech, easily engaging heroes such as Storm, Spiderman, and Wolverine as well as villains like Hydra, Mystique, and Weapon X!!! With their magnificent mind, the only limit limit their power is their imagination itself!

Some of the tech they wear and use include:

• metallic arms like an insect

• power disrupting gauntlets

• wall-crawling boots

• night-and-heat-vision goggles

• and their trusty portal pistol!

With these upgrades, it's possible for them to steal and sneak any information they please, hacking into buildings as well as networks... They can even steal powers...! Some of the powers others have seen them use are:

• Jean Grey's telekinesis!

• Sabretooth's claws!

• Morph's shapeshifting abilities!

No one knows where they'll strike next or who they'll steal from, but beware this beastly genius, who can topple billionaire businesses as well as buildings! Watch out for... The Apprentice!

(How many of you want to bet they've run into Gambit before? Or Nick Fury? Or even Madame Hydra?)

@sugar-soda @crow-crystal @wolvesbane1984 @thewickedweiner

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Behold, HiveWing Laura be upon thee! (She is 80% complete! Just her back legs, wings, and spots, and then she's done!)

@ainsellshadewalker @sugar-soda @danniloversugar @thewickedweiner @vivid-bun

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I am have completed 80% of my Ladybird plush, a.k.a. HiveWing Laura/X-23! Wanna see?

Yes!

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One hundred percent, just remember I'm still at sea so my answers may be scattered. We're currently in a port temporarily which is why I can be active now

@ainsellshadewalker Would you like to discuss platonic yandere Wings of Fire or platonic handere X-Men/WoF with me?

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Hey, Ainsell, I was thinking... maybe I should commission a drawing or sketch of Dragon Reader? Yes, or no? Especially if they're a Wings of Fire dragon...

Go for it! It's honestly a lot of fun plus it'll give something for people to draw fanart easier

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Dragon Dad

Discomfort

He watched with an amused smile as you did the best to try and scratch the new patch of scales in between your shoulder blades. They’d been cropped up in random spots probably not bigger than your palm. And they itched like nothing else you’d ever felt.

You did your best with the patches on your arms and legs, but your nails had morphed into thicker dull claws. It was like trying to scratch with the pads of your fingers almost utterly pointless.

He’d offered to help with them, his own adult claws sharp enough to actually give some relief and you’d denied him every time he’d asked. He relented and let you stew in your own discomfort.

He was oddly hands off since the transformation started. He’d offered to do whatever he could to ease the ‘little aches and pains’ as he called it on the condition that you willingly sit with him. He talked constantly about picking you up and cuddling you but when you denied him, he’d listened.

You’d lost track of how long you’d been here, so deep in a cave somewhere you didn’t know night from day. You’d given up on escape when you realized that the only exit was a sheer cliff of at least fifty feet, only accessible to those with wings. After months of isolation and ever present misery you found yourself saying, “Could you-,” before stopping yourself.

He turned away from the book he was pretending to read eyes already alight with excitement. “Could I what darling?”

Just hearing his voice was enough to sour your mood but not enough to change your mind. “My scales itch and I can’t reach them,” you huffed.

His smile grew and you waited for him to push further. Expecting him to make you ask out loud for what you wanted, but he just smiled and held open his arms.

The thought of willingly going to him made your stomach turn over but the nagging itching made you push past it and very slowly settle in his lap.

He chuckled at your rigid demeanor, your eyes very firmly past him, and he ruffled your hair laughing at your disapproving grunt.

You waited for a joke or some jab from him, so he could gloat about how you’d willingly came to him, but instead he gently brought down his sharp claws down the new patch of scales on your back.

It took every last shred of willpower you had not to completely melt into his arms when he started to scratch your scales. The itching that had plagued you for days was finally abated. Tension you’d been holding for weeks slowly drain out of you, something foreign in the back of your head almost purring at the feeling.

As you relaxed, you remembered that this was the first real touch you’d had in, too long frankly. Even before, this mess, you weren’t much of a cuddly person but after months of feeling nothing but your own skin, it was enough to drive anyone to this hunger. You let yourself relax in his arms as he casually scratched your back, and sometimes other patches he could reach.

He hummed softly as he watched you melt into him, your hands bunching in his shirt as you pressed your face into his chest. He knew the war was far from over, but this battle he’d won. He remembered the intense loneliness that came with transforming, and he was glad he could teach you that He (and no one else) could ease it . Most likely tomorrow you would be twice as bad as normal but any fit you threw wouldn’t change the fact that you’d chosen his comfort. And now you knew what his comfort felt like. And he knew that denying something you’d never known was much easier than denying something you knew.

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Dragon dad: if your scales feel itchy, I'll be more than happy if you sit next to me so I can scratch them :)

Reader, scratching their scales with a pointy rock they found while flipping him off: fuck you

I feel like you’d get one of two reactions. The first reaction being that of a cat owner hearing their cat chewing on plastic, quickly rushing over just to pull you up by your armpits, while scolding and taking the rock. (Gods lend their mercy do you want to ruin your scales before they even are fully formed? Absolutely not.) And then spends the next two hours combing every inch of cave to remove any more you could use.

The other option, is that he ignores it, (while his grip on the book he’s holding (upside down btw) tightens that you hear pages warp) but as soon as your asleep that rock and any others are long gone. No darling he hasn’t seen any of your rocks, maybe you misplaced them?

It has a lot to do with the mood he’s in and how rebellious you’ve been to this point. Either way, he’s not going to let it stand for long, sometime lest other dragons see a dull spot on your scales and he has to explain why. There will be immediate parental judgement and lectures to Him about how he needs to be talking better care of you.

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Solaris and Songbird

Part 2

Adoptive Yandere Fae King Dad & child reader

Solaris spent the entire rest of the day with Songbird, who was shyly pleased at the fact that even though they’d given him their name he preferred the nickname. They were out in the forest collecting what ever their parents sent them for. Mushrooms, berries, herbs, moss, sweet grass, acorns and seeds, anything in season, said the child. True to their word the bag that seemed half as big of them was filled with willow bark and dark colored mushrooms.

The child was happy to walk beside him answering any questions he wanted to ask.

“Are you always alone in the forest Songbird?” he asked.

The child shrugged, “I used to come with Gran, but when she died I started to go alone,” they said as if it was some small feat. “She taught me how to gather everything, and how to respect the forest, Ma and Da say I do it better than they ever could.”

“She sounds like a wise woman,” he said nodding. “And what do your parents do with what you collect?”

“Some of it we keep,” said the child brushing away a loose overgrown strand of hair, “some we sell to the apothecary, and some we sell to our neighbors.”

Solaris hands itched as he watched the child tried to wrestle it in a braid. He reached out before stopping and pointing to a nearby stump. “Darling, would you so greatly mind if I braid your hair?”

The child looked ashamed of their state, their eyes downcast before Solaris added, “I miss my dearest daughter who has hair just like yours, and it would be a comfort.” None of which was a lie.

The child thought a moment and nodded sitting down on the stump as directed.

With a quick spell the knots and grime were gone and in a few quick moments he had it in one neat braid. The child smiled running a hand over their now contained hair. “Thank-”

“Ah Songbird, be careful,” he put one finger under the child’s chin. “Never thank a fae darling, not even the ones you trust.”

The Songbird eyes widened as they took in the rule, before nodding. “Th-,” they stopped themselves this time. “That is a good thing to know,” they said instead, eyes filled with cautious optomism as they waited for Solaris’s judgement.

He then ran a hand over the child’s head, a final layer of magic to make it soft, “I’m glad to teach Songbird,” he smiled. “May I walk you home?”

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Heir Collan watched as his father burst into his own court, all of his subjects diving and scurrying out of his way. The mass of bodies streamed out of the doors, leaving the father and son alone in the room.

“Welcome home father,” said the Heir.

“I want whoever is in the Eastern Wing out, I want at least ten rooms cleared out, also send for that Selkie tailor, I want them to see a new wardrobe worth of designs. Oh, also the royal jewler, the,” he was snapping continuously trying to remember, “pixie, whomever. See him brought as well.”

“You can’t bribe Guin into to coming back early with clothes Father.”

“Oh, she won’t be visiting for clothes Collan, she’ll be visiting to meet your newest sibling.”

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Bucky who starts a purely platonic physical touch giving friendship with reader… until it turns into more

･ﾟ✫* 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡  ｡✭･ﾟ

It starts off so innocently. Bucky just sat really close to you one day and noticed how the touch of your shoulder on his made him tingly all over.

The same happened when your hand brushed his, or you passed close by, and he caught a whiff of your hair - something that reminds him of the feeling he now seeks out when you’re around.

It’s no secret that either of you have been single a long time with basically no prospects for a future relationship, so no one questions when you and him suddenly hang out more.

He invites you over when you ask him if he was okay, and he realized that his day was in fact crappy and that if you offered to talk to him, he’d tell you all about it.

And when you sit on the sofa listening to Bucky talk, your hand instinctively found his and before Bucky knew it, his head was pressed into your shoulder, your nails raking over his scalp releasing a feeling within him, he can only describe as heavenly.

He loves it when you comfort him, and he loves comforting you, somehow knowing that you need this part of your friendship just as much as he does.

So it becomes a regular thing: when the rest of the team returns home to their spouses after a tiring mission, you and Bucky retreat to either one of your apartments under the pretense of not wanting to be alone.

Of course, neither of you planned for it to become so touchy and intimate... no, that would be insane, right?

It’s a normal afternoon for the two of you, hanging out at your place, a movie playing on TV, Bucky’s head buried in your chest as he lays half on top of you and you with your back against the sofa. Your hand rakes over his hair as his are halfway tugged beneath your body, seeking all the warmth he can get.

The physical touch aspect of your relationship has somehow crossed the lines between friends, but neither of you care. It feels too good to be held and protected to stop.

Bucky hasn't felt the caring touch of a partner in decades and you... well, let's just say that all men before Bucky didn't feel the need to express their love through aftercare - not that Bucky is in any way shape or form about to give said aftercare... no, you are just friends. Just. Friends.

Friends who frequently hide their hands in the other's jacket when the cold catches up to them.

Friends who bury their faces in each other's chest and lap like it is the most normal thing a person can do to another.

Friends who somehow always wonder if the other feels that spark ignite whenever they hold each other close.

Bucky feels the sensation when he's practically caging you beneath his upper body of the sofa. He lifts his head as he usually does to see if maybe this time he could magically hear your thoughts.

"What's up?"

He shakes his head. "I just really enjoy this." he mumbles and blushes, and your hand suddenly stops its path along his scalp.

"Me too." you smile and look into his eyes.

normally he'd put his head back, and you'd resume watching the movie, but something is different today.

maybe it's the way his hair looks perfectly tousled by your constant motions, or maybe it's the way he slowly blinks at you like a very comfortable pet.

but you finally find the courage to kiss him.

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a haunting legacy

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Commission work for @/ dianaii_art on ig⛓️🤍 her oc’s First & Ghost

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Just bought of something even worse.

Instead of yandere batfam with a reader…

Platonic yandere batfam with Jason Todd.

Listen, he’s just returned from the league, no mention of Bruce avenging him. as far as he knows, the joker is still alive. but he gets to gotham and eveytjing is quiet. no violence, no fights, no gangs. ita like a ghost town. hes just walking through the streets trying to find someone, anyone.

and thats how the batfam finds him.

Since his death, bruce and dick's minds broke. They always had an over protective edge to them, but when jason died, shit went south for anyone who crosses them. In theyre minds, theyve made gotham into the perfect place for Jason, if he were alive. there no violence, only calm and peace. were its actually just that everyone is so afraid they wont leave theyre house unless its the day time. theres even a curfew. to avoid the bats. they have no mercy anymore, anyone steps a toe out of line, they are never seen again. The joker is alive, but god he wishes he wasn’t.

But then they find him, they’re Jason, walking around Gotham in the middle of the night. Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is? How did he get here!? How is he alive?! But really, they don’t care, he’s here, they have another chance, and no one is taking it from them.

He can barely get 2 words in before Dick knocks him out, Bruce can’t do it, he can’t hurt his baby boy, his Jaylad. He picks him up and carries home, where he belongs. They check him over, every injury, every scar breaks them just a little bit more.

He wakes up in His Room, his childhood room. Unfinished homework on the desk, books piled high next to it, his posters, his pictures everything. The curtains are covering the window and he’s disoriented and confused, how did he get here? What’s going on?

Bruce is gonna spend every minute of every day making it up to his boy, his son. And the nights will be spent making his sons murderer suffer, the way he made Jason suffer.

Alfred makes sure Jason has everything he needs, and that he knows Bruce would never replace him.

Tim’s there, he was never robin, he couldn’t be. Robin is his idol, as far as he’s concerned they’re a only one. He spends everyday obsessing over Jason’s whereabouts, cameras in every room, bathrooms bedrooms, the library, anywhere and everywhere.

Baby boy Jason with his obsessive and overprotective family