#Armor is hard to draw dude

[a-shadow-a-day]

Day 21

[ai1dennn]

“While Rose, with her short shock of scarlet hair, became the finest warrior of King Cole’s army”

[princessbrunette]

i'd just like to say a violent jayj threatening to rip someone's face off or anything of that sort would make me wet. thank u. - 🍓

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you knew the random ass kook at the beach bar was in trouble the second he’d started talking to you.

jj had stepped away for a moment, just a moment — to take a call from john b, always feeling the need to answer just incase the boy had gotten himself into another inescapable shenanigan that he needed jj to dig him out of. you were leaning your elbows against the bar under the warm outdoor lighting, skin balmy and glowy as you take your time reading the menu stapled to the counter top, wondering what cocktail you’d go for.

“you seem like a cosmo kind of girl.” the kook slides up beside you, blinding white teeth and a polo shirt — the kook side of the islands very own uniform. you chuckle politely, diverting your eyes back to the menu attempting to kindly show your disinterest.

“oh, maybe.” you shrug evasively — hoping he’d get the hint and wander off to bother someone else. he didn’t.

“wait no, let me guess. something stronger? on second glance you kind of strike me as a party girl.” the man grins and you have to hold back a sigh. you were always on the shyer side unlike your boyfriend, never having the nerve to tell people to cut it out or leave you alone the way he would. jj tried to teach you, put his hands on your shoulders, look you in the eyes and say ‘if anyone ever bothers you, you look ‘em in the face and tell them that your boyfriend stays strapped. alright?’ of course, that didn’t seem appropriate. or like a good idea in general.

“nope.” your lips press together with a smile that begged him to leave you be, head even swivelling around theatrically to look for jj who had wandered off to take the call somewhere more quiet, now nowhere to be seen.

“c’mon, you think i don’t know your type? you seem all cold now, but get a couple of drinks in you and you’re ready to go. here, lemme get it for you.” he pulls out his card and nudges right up next to you, a hand sliding over your lower back. you shudder, pulling away— trying hard to be stern despite your shyness.

“really, i’m okay.” you frown, heart thundering when his expression drops, irritation reaching his eyes. he goes to speak, but a familiar voice immediately spawns from behind you.

“yeah i think she said she was okay, so you can walk away now.” jj shrugs, giving this guy a chance. the kooks eyes, narrow in on the blonde and scoffs, unimpressed.

“and who the hell are you? her knight in shining armor?” he glares, the malicious grin on jj’s face not faltering. from knowing jj, you knew this grin in itself was a threat. the calm before the storm. you brace for the chaos, moving back behind your boyfriend.

“try boyfriend, and i’m actually doin’ you a solid here brother. i really suggest you just walk away, right now.”

“or what?” the kook challenges, and jj’s venomous grin melted into merely having his teeth grit, bared like a dog as his patience runs thin.

“or i’ll rip your fuckin’ face off for talking to my girl. walk,” he shoves him back by the chest. “away, dude.” and once again, the man stumbling a little as a few eyes draw to the scene. locking stares with the security guard, the kook decides it’s better off he doesn’t get his ass beat, or get kicked out of the beach bar — so he trips over, walking away.

“you’re a psycho, pogue.” he accuses as he disappears and jj shakes himself off, blowing out an exhale as he turns back to you, fixing his hat.

“thats what i thought.” he rolls his shoulders before attending to you. “hey, i— i know you wanted just a chill night. i probably shouldn’t have caused a scene, just didn’t want him disrespecting my girl, you know?” his face falls, misreading the dazed expression on your face.

you glance around, looking for any remaining eyes on you and you move closer, whispering to him pathetically.

“i’m wet.” it comes out so quiet, he thinks he’s making it up.

“you’re — what now?” his head bobs forward in disbelief, eyes wide.

“i’m wet, jayj. take me home?” you mewl and he blinks a couple of times.

“from… that? me like… defending your honour n’shit?”

“yeah.” you giggle and a slow grin fades onto his once angry expression.

“oh you’re crazy. you’re my kind of crazy though — let’s go.” he grabs your hand, leading you briskly away.

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[babybinko]

My second batch of venture bros genderbends are finally done! :D [first set here]

PLEASE LOOK UNDER THE CUT!!! I made all these nice drawings and doodles of them and I want people to see them without this post being super long! :') [My thoughts on the designs and doodles will be under the cut as well]

Okay NOW I'm going talk about my thought process on some of these:

Baby Rusty: I love the baby Rusty, the frilly socks and sleeves were a must. I actually drew her with the original set of genderbends but I turned off her layer and forgot about her 💀

Jonas Jr: not much to say about her, I tried to make her like Rosie the Riveter. Her little bandana has the Venture logo on it :)

Jonas Sr: I wanted her to be a hot bitch, her outfit is maybe a little scandalous for the time era they were in but I think it fits, canon Jonas is a whore. I think everybody would want her and that every celebrity, politician, and anybody with any power would chase after her so badly.

Blue Morpho: I made her so incredibly slay. I fucking love her outfit, I found the inspo for the outfit on Pinterest but I changed it up a bit. Also her gun has the bayonetta butterfly wings on it as a charm because I HAD TO.

Colonel Gentleman: Not a lot to say, I wanted to give her like horse riding esque boots and I gave her a purple flower cause she likes the ladies. I know generally WLW flowers are Violets and Lavender but I wanted to draw a rose so, Purple rose compromise <3

Dr.Boyfriend 2: With my last round Dr.Boyfriend was the only one people had complaints with. I think people wished he was more Masculine and I agree but if I switched up the design too much it wouldn't look like Dr.Girlfriend. I hope giving him armor and making him look like a knight helped him look more masc. I made the sheer wings cross over his chest to make it look like it was holding up the shoulder armor. Also his guild book is insanely high quality because I was procrastinating drawing his armor.

Goofy and Goober (Watch and Ward): I think they ended up really cute, I tried to make their hair colors close to Doc and Jacksons since I heard they are supposed to be like their "main" self inserts. With Ward I had a really specific idea for her hair, I kept thinking about this haircut from my sims and had to do it. It might be hard to see but her ponytail holders have skull charms on them. I also purposely gave them both some sort of ponytail hairstyle so they would match but be slightly different :) (They are absolutely prank calling or trolling their clients on that phone btw)

Shoreleave: OH MY GOD I LOVE SHORELEAVE. I kept turning her folder back on just to keep looking at her when I was drawing the other characters. She is so captivating to me, she looks so soft and human. I want to take a bite out of her thigh. My biggest inspo for her was Cammy from Street Fighter, I felt like her dressing a bit skimpy works for her since canon Shoreleave kinda does. The girls out for the girls.

Alchemist: I love her design so much too. I wanted her to look like some kind of nun or priestess. She looks like if a Zelda fire temple was a person. I kinda gave her like a weird little hime cut under the hood. Also I put the Triad logo on all three of their designs (+ Triana).

Jefferson: Had a lot of fun with her, I didnt change her design much from canon though so there's not much to say. I did give her more flared pants though. Drawing her hair was a really fun change of pace, I very rarely get to draw textured hair.

College Rusty and Monarch Drawing: I love this one, Monarch turned out so hot dude. You can tell what character I like more LMFAO. I made rusty very obnoxious 80s while keeping the colors of the original college rusty outfit. Monarch kind of looks like postal dude but its fine because shes slay.

Hereditary Venture Family Dinner Drawing: This was one of the first drawings I started but the second to last one I finished. I wanted to draw the family doing something together but I think I really truly just wanted to draw Dermott again. 😭 Nobody has said anything if they noticed but I did give hatred the shirt from these edits. (I believe the one on the left is from reddit and the one on the right is by SquashFold on Twitter)

Dermott piercing Dean's ears drawing: Even though its messy its in the top 3 favorites I did, It was also the last one I did. I just love the idea of Dermott giving goth Dean at home ear piercings. At first I didn't know if I wanted to make Dermott giving her piercings at the mall where she works or at home but the mall idea was too much work for a last minute sketch. Dermott is so mean older sister who shoplifts and works at the mall.

Drug bathroom drawing: Another one of my favorites, its based off a specific deleted scene from Invisible Hand of Fate where Pete and Rusty talk at the bar but Pete comes out of the bathroom sniffling at the start. I love the way I drew Pete pushing the hair out of her face and both of their expressions.

Bdsm 21 drawing: Okay first of all, The little devil Monarch was so cute I was screaming, crying, and throwing up while drawing her. I fucking love her, shes the smallest part of the image but my favorite. I also am quite fond of the bdsm 21.

Quizgirls Pete and Billy: I tried looking up Vanna White dresses to base Pete's outfit off of but I couldn't find one that Pete would actually wear so I just had to make shit up. Billy's design is really basic but the bow in her hair is actually from one of my rejected main Billy genderbends.

Me and The Bestie: I put a lot of effort into this one for no reason. Literally the moment I saw Jonas in the problem machine I thought he should be made of like blue slime. When I was working on this I kept thinking about Momopatchi's Hatsune Microbe drawing so this Jonas was definitely inspired by that. I gave Jonas makeup because she was having a party movie night on gargantua and I felt like she would still have makeup on thats like completely fucked up and deteriorating on her face after many many years. Vendata's outfit was partially based on Marguerite Chapman's from Flight to Mars, never seen it but I was looking up old sci-fi movie costumes to work with and I thought it would look good :)

[dystopicjumpsuit]

hey hey hey, for the first kiss prompts-

the uncontrollable smile they break into either after or during the kiss itself with... Jesse!

happy writing <3

Thank you for the request @multi-fan-dom-madness! I got a flash of inspiration during the thotting hours, so I bring a Thanksgiving present for you. (That's totally how Thanksgiving works, right?)

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers! May your turkey be as juicy as Jesse’s thighs.

Pairing: Jesse x Reader (GN)

Rating: T but MDNI as always

Wordcount: 720

Warnings and tags: Fluff, banter, kisses

Summary: Jesse performs "emergency field medicine."

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There’s an ARC trooper in your office. He has his back to you as he inspects your shelves full of plants, holoframes, curios, and even a few actual paper books. You don’t recognize the kama, so he’s not one of yours—though you have no doubt that the Jedi generals would lecture you for getting attached to the troopers that way. 

Good thing I’m not a Jedi.

Whoever he is, he’s a big kriffing dude. ARC troopers always look extra imposing thanks to the pauldrons, but damn, this one must have needed custom armor to accommodate those muscles. His helmet is off, and all you can see is the back of his shaved head.

“Hello,” you say. “Can I help you with something?”

Translation: Who are you, and what the kark are you doing in my office?

He turns, and you catch a glimpse of a large Republic cog tattoo.

“Jesse?!” you exclaim, rushing across the office to fling your arms around him. 

He doesn’t even stagger a little bit as you collide with him, just wraps his arms around you in a tight hug. Impulsively, you press your lips to his cheek.

“When did you get back?” you demand.

He beams at you with a smile that’s too brilliant to be contained. “About ten minutes ago. Came straight here.”

“And I was stuck in a meeting,” you say with disgust, drawing a laugh from him. 

“I haven’t been waitin’ long,” he replies.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you forever!” you exclaim. “How long is ARC training, anyway?”

An odd expression flickers over his face, and he hesitates before he replies, “I’m not actually allowed to say. Sorry.”

“That’s all right; I’m just happy to have you back,” you grin as you lean back to admire his new armor. “Look at you, Mr. ARC Trooper! You look great.”

“That’s ‘Lieutenant ARC Trooper,’” he says with a tiny smirk.

“You got promoted? Jesse, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah, I didn’t think I’d ever make it past sergeant, either,” he jokes.

“That’s not what I meant,” you laugh, slapping his chest and immediately regretting it when your knuckles collide with the hard plastoid armor. "Ouch!"

“How was that?” he asks.

“2/10, do not recommend,” you reply, shaking your hand to ease the stinging.

“Let me see.” He takes your hand gently in his and holds it close to his face to inspect it. “I think it might be fatal.”

“Better get Kix in here before I keel over,” you say, trying to ignore the warmth of his fingers and the rough texture of his gloves on your skin.

“No time,” Jesse replies gravely. “I’ll have to perform emergency medical treatment.”

He kisses your knuckles softly, and your heart begins to hammer in your chest.

“Did they teach you that in ARC training, or did you pick it up from Kix?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

“It’s a top secret ARC procedure,” he replies. “Very advanced medicine. I doubt Kix has heard of it.”

“I’m so lucky you were here to kiss it better,” you say. “I’d hate to die of a scraped knuckle.”

“Funny story,” he says. “This procedure requires multiple rounds of treatment.”

Your breath stutters to a halt. “It does?”

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to each of your knuckles individually. He grazes his thumb across them, and suddenly you forget all about the pain. 

“I think it’s working,” you say.

He raises his other hand to your face, stroking his thumb over your lips as his fingers caress your jaw.

“Better try one more thing, just to be safe,” he says as he leans close to you, his lips a breath away from your own.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “Just to be safe.”

His lips brush against yours softly, and it feels like the galaxy stops spinning around you, because you’re finally kissing Jesse, and it’s even better than you imagined, and his lips are kriffing perfect, and he tastes suspiciously like the candy that you keep in a bowl on your desk, and you never want it to end. Eventually, though, you have to come up for air, and he cups your cheek as you rest your forehead against his.

“You know,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, “I’ve been waiting for you forever, too.”

[endless-ineffabilities]

Hello! Could I request a scenario where Daemon somehow winds up in the modern world and is taken in by a nurse!reader?

this world was never meant for a fire like yours (part 1/3)

Daemon Targaryen x nurse!reader / f!reader

part two - part three.one -

word count: 4k ▪︎ masterlist

After a fatal injury on the battefield, Daemon wakes up in a foreign land - our world (where GoT / HoTD does not exist). He meets the reader, a nurse who tends to him and helps him navigate everything. They grow close, and slowly, but unequivocally, fall in love.

themes/warnings: slow burn, jealous!daemon, cursing, some violence

112 AC, Westeros

He feels it. Slight at first, then the pain becomes almost unbearable.

Daemon feels the sword pass through his torso. A sudden intrusion of steel, one second it was buried in him, and the next it was being pulled violently out.

There’s no way, he thinks, seven fucking hells.

He feels enraged, and it must have shown, because the knight who had so luckily impaled his sword through him, started to back away in fear.

He starts to feel everything fade away, white spots beginning to blot his vision. The sun suddenly feels excruciating, the heat burrowing into his head, and not in a good way. Daemon was a Targaryen, born out of fire, and one way or another, likely destined to go out in flames. But this heat, was hell.

Everything was burning, and he presses his hand down hard, trying to stifle the outpouring of blood from his ribs, but it does nothing to help.

I’m going to rip you apart, Daemon thinks, angrily straggling towards the knight, using every bit of his remaining strength.

One strong, determined swing, and the knight’s head rolls down on the ground.

Daemon falls to his knees, and he hears those in his army start to notice.

“Prince Daemon!” he hears several voices exclaim in a panic, hurriedly drawing closer to him, but they were being impeded by enemy knights.

The pain was still there, but Daemon starts to feel numb, almost eerily calm.

Oh gods, he thinks, this is it.

A deafening screech echoes throughout the skies, and a large looming beast flies overhead.

“Caraxes”, Daemon determinedly says, raising his voice one last time, “Dracarys!”

Then everything is ablaze. Screams reverberate all throughout the battlefield. Daemon could hear his army start to cheer, gaining the upper hand due to dragonfire.

Caraxes flies down to his master, but it was too late.

Daemon Targaryen was gone.

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October 2022

His eyes fly open. He remembers the heat, the excruciating pain through his torso, and hurriedly looks down to inspect the wound.

He was lying down still clad in armor, so he strips his breastplate off, and sees the bloodstain pooled on his undershirt.

Lifting the shirt up, he sees a fresh wound just below his ribs. It was certainly painful, and still raw, but it didn’t look like he just had an entire sword go through him.

What the… Daemon sits up, trying to find any more evidence of the fatal wound. Perhaps it was on another side? Maybe it had partially healed? But how? He remembers that moment as if it just happened, and it certainly feels that way.

He shouldn’t be alive. He was sure, that was his end, as excruciatingly mediocre of an end as he might deem it to be.

He puts his breastplate back on, and gets on his feet, nausea coursing through him. He begins inspecting his surroundings. It’s dark out, and he is in some sort of alley, although nothing resembled anything he’s ever seen before. This sure as hell doesn’t seem like the afterlife.

A loud wailing sound echoes from somewhere, and he glimpses a white carriage-looking thing rush past the road, a glowing blue and red device atop it. He makes his way in that direction, and bumps into an unsuspecting man who was holding something up to his ears.

“Get the fuck away from me,” Daemon curses, grappling with the unfamiliarity of where he was.

“Okay, sorry, dude,” The man nonchalantly raises his arms, and walks off.

What did he just call me? Daemon thinks.

Everything was loud, and he almost found it unbearable, the pain in his head burning white-hot.

Where the fuck am I?

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You walk back to your apartment, your trusty coat over your blue scrubs, after finishing a long shift at the local hospital.  Now, you want nothing more than to take a shower, change into cozier clothes, and make a quick meal.

Making the turn onto your street, you see him.

He almost looked alien, given the setting he was in. Dressed in medieval-looking garb, with a full body of armor. His striking white-blonde hair caught your eye.

That can’t be his natural hair color, you think in passing. You notice that he was loitering right in front of your building, and he looked lost. His gaze was jumping from one thing to another, as if everything was new to him.

He must be insane, you think, and shit, I would have to pass right by him.

You walk faster, determined not to catch his eye. It could just be your imagination, but the sword hanging by his belt looked all too realistic.

You reach your place, trying to keep your head down, and fumble in your bag for your keys. When you finally have it in your hand, you hear a clanking noise behind you, and you swiftly turn around.

The blond man had fallen down on his knees, his arm hanging onto the street fence, a few feet behind you. You now have a clearer view of him, and see the unmistakeable sign of pain across his face.

He’s hurt. Your instincts kick in, and you rush to his side.

“Hey, hey,” you kneel down beside him, and you hear him mumbling incoherently.

“What's wrong? Let me help,” you implore him, and you hope that it wasn’t all a ploy, and that he wasn’t someone dangerous.

“I don’t know where I am,” you hear him say. He looks so pale, clutching his torso. You notice a spot of blood spreading from his undershirt, and you mutter to yourself, “Oh shit.”

“Come with me,” you struggle to help him up, “I’m a nurse, and my place is right here. I can help you.”

“A nurse?”, he mumbles, as if unfamiliar with the term. You grunt under his weight, as you walk him to your building door.

“You’re not some goddess, are you?” he whispers, groggy eyes studying your face. The comment catches you off guard, and you’re not sure how to respond to that. In normal circumstances, that question might have made you blush, but you were preoccupied by his potential injury.

It takes you around 5 whole minutes to drag him up to your door, as opposed to the usual 20 seconds, after which you plop him down on your couch, your body feeling strained.

You run to your room to retrieve the necessary medical equipment, and when you return, you find him passed out on your couch.

Who are you?

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Daemon's eyes flutter open.

A pleasant smell wafts from the kitchen, and he raises his head a little, taking in the room he was in. It seemed small, with the kitchen right beside the lounge area where he was lying down.

Are these servants quarters? The prince thinks, as he attempts to sit up.

You hear him moving from your spot in front of the stove, so you tentatively greet out, "Hey, you're awake."

He looks at you up and down, trying to place you, "You're the woman from the street."

"And you're the man from the street," you walk over to him, "Are you a cosplayer?" You had been genuinely curious about his garb, among many other things. You could not deny his striking, roguish beauty, for one.

"Am I a what?" He asks, almost angrily. He notices that he was only in his undershirt and trousers, his metal armour stripped off and neatly piled in the corner of the room.

"Oh yeah," you follow his gaze, "I had to take the heavy parts of your costume off of you so I could thoroughly inspect your wound, which is now sewn up nicely by the way. You would have to apply an antibiotic daily so there won't be an infection, and I can give you a whole bottle-"

He rises, groaning loudly, clutching his side, "Where am I? How do I go back to King's Landing? I'm sure they're looking for me."

He sways a little, and you place an arm around him, keeping him steady, "You should sit down."

"Look, I appreciate your help but I really don't think I belong here," he spits out venomously, shrugging off your help, "Actually, I should be fucking dead."

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?" He asks, as if expecting you to recognize him. You briefly wonder if he was some celebrity or something. Was he coming from a movie set, hence the armor?

"I am Prince Daemon Targaryen, the first of my name, Commander of the City Watch, one of the last great dragonriders, wielder of Dark Sister, and brother to King Viserys I himself."

"Oh." So he is insane.

You take a deep breath, in an attempt to stay calm as this shit show unfolds before you. This is what I get for being a good Samaritan, you think.

"Well, Prince Daemon," you take a step closer, and hold out your hand, "I'm y/n. Are you hungry? I’m making some pasta.”

“Some what?”

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December 2022

It had taken some time, for both you and Daemon to become acquainted with each other. The fact that he almost never left your apartment certainly helped. He was there when you woke, and he was the last person you greeted before you went to sleep.

You and him had gone through the motions – you eventually convinced him to visit the hospital that you worked at, so that he could get a more thorough check-up, and that experience was stressful, to say the least. You could tell that he seemed apprehensive and a bit scared, even. When the doctor tried to use any “strange object” on him, as he so called them, he had lashed out. Another worrying thing was that Daemon did not have any medical records, nor did he appear on any system. He simply did not exist. And you should know, you checked everywhere.

He told you his story, one so fantastical and so grand that you're unable to wrap your head around it until today. You hoped it was all true, that there was something so extraordinary out there. Battles, and kingdoms, and dragons, and sorcery. Things only present in the fantasy novels that you so loved.

It sounded a lot more exciting than the often dreary world you were living in, although you knew you were quite lucky with your lot. Working a job wherein you actually get to help people, and living independently in a small but homey flat that you have personalized to your liking.

A flat that has been invaded by an undeniably charismatic, brooding, potentially crazy, apparent Prince from “one of the last great families of Old Valyria”. Wherever that may be.

Daemon was someone who had a regal air about him, which somewhat validated his claims. In nearly two months of observing him, you could tell that he was highly intelligent, and calculating. And he acted like he was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted, which you first chocked up to plain entitlement. But he didn’t possess the rudeness and lack of self-awareness that usually came with it.

He occupies your thoughts, much more than you’d care to admit. And as you walk back after another shift, you find yourself looking forward to being home, largely in part because of Daemon.

Nearing your door, you become alarmed at the unmistakable smell of smoke coming from inside.

"Daemon?" You hurriedly enter, and find out that the smoke was coming from your kitchen.

"Fuck!" He stands in the kitchen, arms desperately trying to wave the smoke away.

"What are you doing?" You rush to take the pot away from stove, its contents charred and probably inedible. You throw it onto the sink, dowsing it in water.

Feeling relieved, you lean against the counter, wiping sweat from your brow.

"That wasn't meant to happen," Daemon says under his breath.

"Oh yeah?" You motion to the remains in the pot, "what were you making?" He had never done this before, but he would shadow you in the kitchen sometimes, learning the names of the dishes, and the equipment you used.

"I was trying to make the thing you cooked that first night. Pasto."

You stare at him, trying to decipher what he said, and when you realize, you burst in a fit of giggles. The word sounded comical coming from Daemon, who stands dejectedly in your small kitchen.

"Do you mean pasta?"

"Oh," A crooked smile graces his lips, as he shrugs, "That's what I said."

"Sure," you smile back, "you know what, I'll just sort all of this out then I'll make some pasta. Alright?"

"Thanks, love." He says, before he walks over to the couch.

Oh, hell. Why does he have to call me that? Your thoughts race, as you feel your cheeks redden. You didn't want to feel anything for this stranger who might walk out of your life just as spontaneously as he walked into it.

Suddenly, there's a strong knock on your door.

"Y/n? Is everything okay? I smell smoke."

"I'll get it," you motion to Daemon, and open the door to find your neighbour from across the hall, Tom.

"Hey," he leans by the door, a concerned expression his face, "where's the fire?", he adds lightly.

"Oh," you laugh dryly, "just a bit of a cooking hazard, is all. All sorted out now. Sorry to alarm you, Tom."

His eyes land on Daemon sitting on the couch, and he whispers to you, "That guy's still here?"

You had told him that Daemon was a family friend from out of town who needed a place to stay for a while. Tom didn't seem to like the idea, once telling you, "I don't know, that guy seems sketchy. He stares at you a lot."

You had dismissed that notion. Although, yes, you did think Daemon was sketchy, but more so in the beginning. He has since grown on you, and you had learned to accept how different he was. If he believed that he was from another world, then you wanted to believe that, too.

"Yeah, turns out he needs to stay longer."

"Oh, really?" Tom seems annoyed, and you assume it's only because he's being a protective friend, "he's not paying a share of your rent, though, is he?"

"No, but that's not a problem. I want to help him, so it's okay," you try to convince him, and he starts to relax, shoulders loosening.

"Okay, well, I was just checking in. By the way, would you like to see a movie with me this weekend? If you're not working, that is," he asks, and this wasn't the first time that he tried asking you out. The last two attempts, you had genuinely been busy working.

"Uh, well, okay," you decide, because why the hell not? You need something to distract you from the sullen Prince who nearly tried to burn down your kitchen. That handsome, infuriating, mysterious...

"Great!" Tom grins, breaking your thoughts, "I'll come by here before then, so we can decide on the movie."

When you end the conversation and close the door, you turn to see Daemon looking your way, then he says, "I don't like him, he looks at you far too long, sometimes."

Well, what a coincidence. He feels the same way about you, you think.

You briefly wonder why Daemon would be bothered about Tom, in that way. Deep down inside, you hope he was jealous, but before you let wishful thinking run rampant, you head over to the kitchen, and get to work.

- - - - - - - - - -

You sit across each other, as per your routine, coming home and eating a meal together after you’ve spent the day working and he has been reading through your “magic box”. Your new laptop, that is. Daemon proved to be a highly adaptable person, and he’s been eager to learn everything he can about the world in which he has apparently been forcibly transferred to.

After the first week or so of intense denial and anger at his situation, he had calmed down, and he learned to be civil to you. As he should - he is freely staying in your apartment, after all. You had taken long walks outside together, introducing him to things such as traffic lights, concrete buildings, buses, coffee shops and the like. One notable moment was when he spotted a helicopter in the sky, smiled softly to himself, and confided in you, “How I wish I could ride a dragon again.” You had gotten lost in the innocence in his expression, that sincere wistfulness, and you hoped that he would someday get what he wanted. Although, your heart sank at the thought of him leaving you.

There would be bleak moments, now and then, like when you had found him on the floor of your room, head in his hands. He had discovered the bottle of wine you kept in the shelf, which lay empty beside him. Your laptop had been discarded, a visible crack on the screen, after he had thrown it down in frustration. His voice broke when he spoke, “That thing is not giving me any answers. It doesn’t know how I can go back home.”

You heart ached for him, so you sank down, and pulled him into a hug. He froze at first, not used to such contact, but relented after a while. You held each other, until he whispered, “I’m sorry about your magic box. If I had any gold with me, I would get you another.” You reassured him, taken his hand, and given him one of your books to read. He had since read all of them, eagerly prompting discussions with you after every book.

“This is delectable, as always, y/n.” He says, in between bites, “How were your hours today as a healer?” Healer was apparently what they call a nurse where he came from.

“Quite alright,” you respond, “learned anything new today?”

“I have been… looking for a suitable position around these parts.”

“A position?”

“Yes, a source of funding, you might say. I can no longer just accept your food and lodging, and not contribute anything of use.” He says sincerely, and you appreciate it.

“Alright, and what have you found?” you ask curiously, knowing that Daemon has grown quite restless as of late.

“Apparently there’s something called an auto shop just 5 minutes from here, and they’re looking for a mechanic. Someone that can help mend carriages, I mean, cars. I’ve walked over to the place, and the owner is willing to accept me even without documentation. He‘s also willing to teach me everything about the craft.” He explains, audibly pausing before words that he still finds to be unfamiliar.

“That’s great, Daemon,” you say, knowing that among all modern technology, he found vehicles and aircraft to be especially fascinating.

“Yes, I shall return there tomorrow,” he takes a sip of his drink, “What was that I heard that Tom ask you about? Something about a movie?”

“Well, you know all about movies by now. He’s asked if I would like to see one with him. Something like a date, actually.”

“A date? So that means you will spend some time together?” he asks, and you could hear the distaste in his voice.

“That’s right. But, a date can have some romantic intention behind it, which I think is what he wants.”

“Romance? With him? Surely, you don’t consider him a worthy prospect,” His tone is sour. Is that jealousy, or does he simply dislike Tom as he is?

“You know, he’s not so bad,” you try defending Tom a little, “and anyway, it’ll be casual. Nothing serious.”

“I do hope he has no plans of bedding you,” he says offhandedly, roughly chewing his food.

You almost choke on your drink, taken aback by his sudden statement, “Daemon!”

“What? It’s a founded concern. You are a very beautiful woman, and he seems dim-witted enough to think himself worthy of attempting such a thing.”

The compliment stifled your embarrassment, and made you feel something else entirely. He had said it so easily, as if he wasn’t expecting anything in return or flirting mindlessly, and was simply stating an observation.

“Well,” you swallow, trying to find the words to say, “I doubt that will happen anytime soon. I don’t see myself and him, in that way, yet.”

You see him scowl at the last word, and you feel slightly pleased. Prince Daemon Targaryen may actually be jealous, and that means… “He likes me.” You freeze, having voiced out your thought.

Daemon’s eyebrows furrow, missing your point, “Well, of course he does. Why else would he try his hand at being with you?”

Daemon had been mulling over many things, and admittedly, most of his thoughts concern you. He would think of his current predicament, and find himself pleased that it was you he had been saddled with. If it were anybody else, Daemon might have found some way, some miracle, to bring a dragon to this chaotic world and burn everything down. You made it all bearable.

He liked waking up with you every day, although you don’t share a bed, with him still being designated the couch. He looked forward to your arrival from work, the quiet apartment feeling less droll with your presence. You had patiently shown him your world, even though he knew it must be a drag for you to answer his ceaseless barrage of questions. He found you a pleasant companion, to say the least, but lately, he has also noticed other things.

He would feel his heart quicken, when your hand would touch his arm, his hand, his shoulders, when you would teach him how to use your modern appliances. He found himself admiring your smile, the sound of your laughter, at how you had managed to be good-natured and pragmatic about the whole situation. Even if it must not be easy for you to have a madman like him dwelling in your home.

He enjoyed the way you would talk to him about your favourite books, and ideas. How your eyes would light up while you spoke of the things you love.

But also, he had started to notice your bright eyes, the sensual swell of your lips. The smoothness of your skin, your womanly shape, your backside…

“Daemon?” you snap your fingers at him, “I think I lost you there.”

“Oh yes, sorry, ” he leans back.

“I asked what you would you like to do after dinner.” Seeing him also having finished, you pick up your plates, and walk over to the sink.

“I’m not sure,” he stammers a little, and you wonder what he was so lost in thought about, “I can clean those.” He points to the dirty dishes.

You shake your head, “It’s alright. It’s my turn anyway, you did the dishes last night. We can find a new movie to watch?”

He looks at you for a long time, and continues to do so, as you begin your task.

Soon after, you hear him stand, and say, “Sure, we can do that.”

You sense him walk over, stopping just behind you, his warmth just inches from your back, and before you can ask why he was standing so close, he lays his head on your shoulder.

You don’t want to move, so as not to displace him, as he steadies himself with one hand on the counter beside you. This feels good, this feels right.

“Daemon,” you whisper softly, desperately trying to continue your task even though your heart was racing.

“I’ve missed your presence,” he confesses. You want to turn around and wrap your arms around him. You want to finally know how his lips might feel on yours.

But for now, you hold back, content with this, how he feels. How he has slowly been warming up to you. Perhaps, there will be more, another time.

You smile widely, your expression mirroring exactly how you feel, “I’ve missed your presence, too, Daemon.”

end of part one.

This was meant to be a oneshot, but it got too long -- so part two coming soon!

And yes, part 2 will be 18+

Thanks for all the love on "without you, I would not be". I'll be writing a longer Daemon series soon 🖤

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VI

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Sorry if this one came out “quick.” I got excited.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Curse.

Going to the store was physically hard to go to without Hydra following me. His purrs, and coos trying to beg me to stay with him on the bed a little moment longer. His lips tickling my neck while I playfully swatted at him.

“I'll come back soon, and I’ll make your favorite!” I bargained with the touched staved Astartes, shimming out of his embrace.

A whine left him, but he didn’t pursue. Instead, he plopped back in the bed like a starfish with his legs hanging off the bed. A big sigh coming out of him.

“Oh you’ll live.” I laughed, getting my shoes on, using the archway for support. Oblivious to the moving Astartes.

I would have spent more time in bed with the cuddly Alpha Legion since he came back from one of his weekly trips, but basic living calls and now, I got a Hydra to feed.

Where did I put my jacket?

“Hydra!” I yelped, jumping in his hold as he lifted me up, his teeth nipping at my neck while he rumbled with laughter. “Put me down!”

-

A huff escaped me while I got out of my car. Wondering when the person that I’ve hired would come out and stock my home pantry. They should have been here a week ago.

It wasn’t like I couldn’t do my own shopping, but my secondary income came from my streaming. So sometimes, I just don’t have the time to do any heavy weighted shopping.

Walking through the sliding doors of the grocery store. I was greeted by the manager today. His head simply nodded at me in a greeting while he checked out another person’s groceries.

Giving a nod in return, I grabbed a basket, and made my way around the store. Grabbing things that could last me for about a week with Hydra included.

Grabbing a jar of spaghetti sauce, and heading over to the meat aisle. I remembered meeting Hydra here when he was trying to eat the raw meat here, looking like a mucky lost soul.

I hummed, the memory brought a smile to my lips as that event only happened only a year and a half ago. My dude almost ate a roll of raw meat.

Shaking my head, I put the roll of meat into my basket, and headed for the bakery. Picking up a baguette to make some garlic bread with the spaghetti before heading over to the cashier.

“How we doin’ today?” The manager asked, scanning the items I took out of my basket.

“Just getting stuff for week.” I responded, fiddling with my wallet to get my card out of it’s pocket.

“That so?” He questioned, stashing my items into a plastic bag.

“Uh yeah, I thought you only supervised?” I questioned him back.

“Eh, ‘rom time to time.” He said. “$52.67, please.”

Using my card on the reader. I typed in my PIN, and waited for it to beep before taking it out. Rushing over to get my bags.

“Be careful out there al’right?” He warned, already scanning another person’s grocery’s.

“Will do Mr. Terrel!” I shouted at him before I left the store, the doors sliding closed behind me.

Rain hit my face while I made my way over to my car, my hands struggling to find the car keys in my pocket.

Getting my grip on them, I pushed the button, and unlocked the car. Hurriedly stashing the groceries in the front passenger seat.

Shutting the door, I caught a glimpse of bright blue glowing in an alleyway. Doubling back, the blue glow was still there, staring.

The hairs and the back of my neck suddenly stood up as me, and this glowing visor had a stare down.

They didn’t seem to be threatening, but only one with a horrible sense of survival skills would even dare to approach such towering visor.

They took a step out. Silver, and gold drawing the elements of their armor. The rain washing away at them.

Oh, sh*t.

—

Oh she smelled so sweet, so savory, but she smelled like another.

Another who scent is all over her. Another that claimed her before I did. Another that I do not see. Another who is not providing truly.

Another whose death would not go unnoticed.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 VII

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[tubbishtobias]

I know I’m late to this.

But here’s what I have to say.

2020.

COVID hit. I was a young girl, who was recently going through realizations of sexuality, friends etc. my friends introduced me to the dream SMP. I thought it was a little silly, then simping over these people playing Minecraft. But then I got into it. Like, super into it. Realizing there was more than just funny clips, there was actual LORE. I was so invested. I would sculpt clay of them, loving making little references of things that I like.

Going back into school post covid, I was so cringe. I thought my style was cool, and y’know, I did kind of eat. But I was happy. So happy. The friends that introduced me to it no longer liked it. They were too cool for it and kind of ditched me.

I had this community, that took a video game and made it into this super awesome story while still maintaining humor.

And they were real. It wasn’t like getting into a show, I think that’s part of the reason that I liked it so much. These creators were real, they have feelings, and lives.

They inspired me. Inspired me to keep drawing, even though the only thing I could draw was them. I loved it. Art block was no more lol

This is going to sound silly, but the dream SMP definitely helped me figure out my sexuality. Seeing other people so freely open about it made me think.

I didnt like when all of the trolls came and I was bullied relentlessly because I liked watching some people play Minecraft.

They helped me inspire my passion for steaming. Where I couldn’t imagine myself doing anything else but that. It seems so fun, to have a community that likes watching you.

Yea, all of my friends thought I was weird crying when Technoblade killed Tubbo with a firework, but I LOVED the plot. The lore. I didn’t even know what lore meant, or plot armor, or canon. Haha, I would give anything to have them back.

Technoblade especially. I didn’t know much about him before the SMP. But he is a super big part of my life and my joy. His ability to make humor, but maintain a serious atmosphere. His jokes, his PVP, he seemed like such a cool dude. Me cheering when he said that his cancer had been 99.99% percent removed.

2022.

I was going to one of the most exciting things I have ever done. A new experience, I was gonna meet new people. I was obsessed with drawing, the SMP, and HB. I was excited to meet people like me. I knew that I was trans, I wasn’t necessarily out tho.

I woke up one morning to a text from my friend. She used to like the SMP, but not really anymore. We were still friends.

She asked if I heard the news. Technoblade died.

I thought that she was joking.

Until I got another text from my friend. She’s one of my closest friends who was never really into the SMP but she knew that I liked it so she asked me about it.

I opened YouTube. Watched the video, sobbing. There was no way. You watch these people online, never having met them, only seeing what they want you to see on screen. You never know what you have until it’s gone.

My mum watched it.

She said that it was nice to see behind the scenes, seeing his dad, knowing that he’s a person. Writing RIP Technoblade we love you Alex as I went to my new experience the next day. A part of me seemed to just be broken.

Haha I’m sure this seems cringe. But like, everybody has there passions. These people inspired me. They made me who I am today, I wouldn’t be writing this if it wasn’t for them. Cancer has affected so many people in my life. It’s hard, it is. Knowing I will never get to meet Alex sucks. I mean, haha I probably wouldn’t have anyway. But him really being gone.. I don’t know. I know, people say, “he’s not really gone,” but it’s still different. He put on this attitude of wanting to power through it, making jokes. God, I miss him. I never met him, he doesn’t know me. But still, he made an impact on so many people. I know, this story has probably happened to so many people. But it feels good to tell it.

I know I’m not a super popular content creator. I May never be. But it’s nice to do this. It’s what I love to do, maybe I’ll have an impact some day.

Thank you Technoblade.

Im going to draw something for Technoblade 25, hopefully I’ll post it in a couple of days.

[pjo-obsessed-nerd]

OMG JULIAN RICHINGS IS EVERYWHERE I LOVE THIS MAN

He's so creep, but he's so good

HAH ANNABETH COMING IN CLUTCH

Percabeth power couple, yes pls

"It's either the realm of the dead, or someone left a carton of milk in there in to 1990's" nah, but that's the fastest way to make me gag about a smell I can't smell 🤣

THE RED RUBBER BALL

"No one comes baaaaaack" I love this man so much ���

"I just think it's safer if I'm not the one holding them all." That's fair. ya know, as someone who drops her phone regularly, that's relatable.

Those pearls sound ✨ c r u n c h y ✨

IT'S THE SCENE - BABY PERCY 😭😭😭 aww my baby I just want to hug him. I can see it now, I'm gonna bawl like a baby in a few mins

"Not in Kansas...", "Hey, focus, we left Kansas four days ago." Reminder she hasn't seen a movie, points for continuity ❤

Grover squeezing that ball omg

Poor Grover, it's ok 😭

"Only suckers wait in line" 🤣🤣

"You're not dead.", "I mean, we're all dying... To some extent." He's a comedian 🤣

The silent whistle admittedly gave me chills; I can just see the horror on Annabeth's face. CERBIE!!!!

Run

CERBERUS LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG HE'S EVEN MORE GORGEOUS THAN I IMAGINED AHHH

GROVER NO

i just screamed a little... Oh, my sister is gonna cry

aww, Cerbies TOO cute, the little whines omg I'm gonna DIE. Annabeth giving him scratchies aww even though she's terrified. Percy is impreased

I am a Rottweiler lover at heart, so I'm just obsessed with Cerberus I'm not sorry

OH GROVER EW; Thank god he's okay

Oh, ik how they get separated I bet 😭 JUMP SCARE OH

Aww Annabeth threw him the ball such a good puppy omg

Is. Is Cerberus wearing a leather jacket? Or is that leather armor? I can't tell 🤣

Annie lore drop 🥲 grovers so impressed tho

IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED IT HAPPENED AHH

"I think it's... It's in the dog." His name is Cerbie. /jk

Percy, baby, what did you draw that upset someone so much? He's just a BABY. I WILL FIGHT THIS HEADMASTER TOOTH AND NAIL IT'S A PEGASUS SIR.

Grover, stop guilting yourself sir

OH jeez what tf.

Man I guessed Asphodel, and I was fucking right. My Mythology teacher would be so proud. This is such a haunting take on Asphodel omg. That's terrifying.

run

WHERE ANNABETH

NO SHE'S STUCK NO SWORD SWORD CUT IT CUT CUT CUT KNIVES PPL YOU HAVE KNIVES USE THE KNIVES

"I trust your dad." Athena ain't gonna be happy about this one, ladies and gents. 🤣🥲😭

Annie's gone, and i stg if we lose grover I'm done

GROVER

PERCY MOVE IT

Nah, Riptide looks sick tho. Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen it in good lighting

THE BOLT

so r we not gonna see Hades..?

"Is this?", " No.", "I, I mean it looks like-" "it, it absolutely is not.", "Okay. So... what is it then?", "Yeah, that's the master bolt!" This exchange was so funny 🤣

The pieces r fitting together... Hehe

"Zeus is just gonna have to wait." HELL YA, STICK IT TO HIM, GROVER, THAT'S MY BOY!!! Grover reminding Percy exactly why he chose Grover, his best friend, to come on this quest in the first place. ❤

Sad Baby!Percy 😭 that's a lotta ice cream for such a tiny boy

"Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?" GOD MY ABANDONMENT ISSUES HAVE BEEN TRIGGERED, I NEED TO PROTECT THIS CHILD FROM THE WORLD NOO

"I would never do this to you." THE LINE DELIVERY, GET THIS BOY AN OSCAR... AND A FUCKING HUG

sally avoiding the topic and crying, I wanna hug her too. She's trying so hard.

Hades palace is gorgeous, damn.

Are we gonna get to see the Furies again???

Percy's hands must hurt from how hard and how constantly he clenches them fists damn.

Who tf-

HADES IS SO NOT WHAT I EXPECTED. I was expecting a rocker dude, but I love the "silk robe, manicured hair". Man's got class.

"I admire the cut of your jib." Ok maybe not what WAS that 🤣

He's way less scary than I expected, tbh.

Is he wearing heels? It sounds like he's walking in heels

SALLY'S A GOLD STATUE NOW??? Sally reaching out for him 😭 I'm done. I'm done.

"What did you do to her?" I can sense the rage coming

Percy 😭

babe, Hades was so confused. He just wants to be left alone, such a mood tho. Percy's so confused

PIECES. P I E C E S. IT'S A PUZZLE PPL

"But that voice, it definitely did not sound like you." That an insult or a compliment, I deadass can't tell 🤣

Ok... Hades is being very generous, but what's the catch here? This feels sus. Oh. There. Run. pearls. now.

"Hold fast, mom." HOLD FAST MOM YESSSSSS

Sad Sally 😭 What's happening rn

NO. NO. IS THAT

I'M GONNA SCREAM. WATER DADDY- sorry

"Tell me why", "you don't wanna hear why." Fair, fair 🤣

Nah, Poseidon's actor fits the bill so well in my mind. Like. Mm.

Poseidon rlly does care.

"His mother raised him well." Damn right!

OH THIS FIGHT FINNA BE SO GOOD

Hehehehehehehehehe

IT SO GOOD AHH I'M GONNA SCREAM NEXT EPISODE O. M. G.

[proxylynn]

How strong is Adam actually?

[Power scaling is hard due to Heaven not having been fully fleshed out yet. The most influential Catholic angelic hierarchy was that put forward by Pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite in the 5th or 6th century in his book De Coelesti Hierarchia (On the Celestial Hierarchy). Dionysius described nine levels of spiritual beings which he grouped into three orders:

Highest orders: Seraphim, Cherubim, Ophanim (thrones)

Middle orders: Dominions, Virtues, Powers

Lowest orders: Principalities, Archangels, Angels

During the Middle Ages, various schemes were proposed, some drawing on and expanding on Pseudo-Dionysius, others suggesting completely different classifications.

Now, with what we know of Vivz's lore shown so far, Angels have their own hierarchy, with certain groups and tiers of angels dictating the degrees of authority in their government, such as the high-ranking Seraphim. It has also been stated that the powers angels possess are distinct from the powers that demons possess, with the former inherently holding dominion over the latter. Seraphim are still up high on the power dynamic but we're told there are "Elders" and Sera herself answers to these beings who can outrank/outpower her, hinting they have the power to make an angel "Fallen". We saw the Cherubs in Helluva Boss but, like they are in modern media, they aren't like their biblical source as badass warrior enforcement, but cute baby-like messengers that appear near on par with Imps (this might have been just the ones in the episode or the joke due to both groups being parallels for the bit). Ophanim are also present and have been since the start (the many-eyed wheel heads) but we don't know their role or if they are still up there with Seraphim but likely so. In the episode "Overture", Adam mentions a sexual encounter with a "Virtue chick". The term "Virtue" is also often the angelic counterpart of the Seven Deadly Sins, each one being a direct inverse of the respective sin. It is unknown which use of "Virtue" Adam was referring to.

Which now brings me to Adam and the Exorcists. Adam is a human soul that went to Heaven and for being an ordained mortal soul, the dude is fucking OP, on par with Overlords, which I think is hilarious considering I believe mortal souls being angels are the bottom bitches of Heaven's citizens which shows just how insane divinity can be when compared to the demonic powers. Now for the hard part, because Adam hints at making the Exorcists. We don't know if they are former human souls like him or if he himself made them, as he even gave Vaggie her name and Carmilla refers to the other Exorcists as Vaggie's sisters. Now this could mean they are all creations, and it does fit with Adam's ego to make a group of women who are subordinates under his command, but they also could've easily been recruited by Adam and he merely gave them new names upon being Exorcists. I also think Exorcists are even weaker than basic angels and are as barebones as an angel could be possible. Exorcists rely heavily on their weapons and lack defense, wielding no shields and having little armor, very much brutal crusaders that live for the slaughter of the damned under the guise of a holy mission...They're pawns. They also appear to lack abilities other than flight and making portals to traverse realms. Exorcists are very bloodthirsty and love violence. They seem to take sadistic joy in killing demons. Their loyalty is a core staple of their character, even so, Exorcists don't tolerate betrayal of any kind, and express hatred for Vaggie and the desire to gleefully kill her when offered the chance to go after her, becoming even more eager to do so when Adam offered a reward to the Exorcist who successfully brings him Vaggie's head.]

{So after all that, to answer your question of how strong is Adam...The dude was fucking strong. As the first human soul to go to Heaven and with millennia of training under his belt, his strength was up there to possibly archangel level and he was a threat to take seriously.}

Abilities

Flight - Adam had a set of wings that he could use to fly at great speed. He could also remove a feather from his wings to use as a quill pen.

Nephokinesis - He could control clouds he creates and make them into steps.

Cloud creation - With a flap of his wings, he can create a gust of clouds around him.

Immense strength - He was shown to be able to smash a light projector in front of him with brute strength in a moment of rage, and later shatter Alastor's barrier with a single punch. He was also shown to be strong enough to physically overpower Charlie, despite the latter assuming her full demon form. However, Charlie managed to use more of her demonic powers to stop him from punching Lucifer, utterly overpowering him and confusing him, indicating that he is only stronger than Charlie if she doesn't focus on all her power.

Enhanced endurance - Despite having not experienced pain for likely millennia, Adam was able to easily shrug off getting stabbed by Charlie with her trident despite saying that it hurt and he quickly retaliate after being repeatedly punched in the face by Lucifer.

Angelic power - As an angel, he most likely possessed high angelic power, especially as the leader of the Exorcists. His strength was proven to be immense, surpassing all but the strongest of Demons and Sinners as he was able to easily overwhelm both Alastor and later Charlie, who had assumed her full demon form and could have won had Lucifer not interfered.

Portal creation - Adam could create portals for other Angels to use, notably to transport himself and his Exorcist army to Hell at the start of each annual extermination. He also opened a portal to banish Charlie and Vaggie back to Hell in "Welcome to Heaven".

Conjuration - Adam could summon objects as he pleased, summoning his guitar and physical Exorcist copies during Hell is Forever, a golden scroll informing Charlie of Heaven's decision to move up the next Extermination, and a piece of golden paper to write on in court.

Alteration - Adam also showed he could alter the objects he created, such as when he made his axe guitar larger while fighting Alastor.

Photokinesis - Adam could fire blasts of holy light strong enough to vaporize Sir Pentious and his war machine in one small blast and slice tall buildings in half. He also showed he could channel his light through his guitar/axe to create powerful blades of light that were able to cut through Alastor's cane and through his fist to destroy demonic barriers. In "Overture", he created a giant bright orb of light above him while he was singing Hell is Forever.

Skillset

Musical talent - He was capable of singing and in "Overture" was implied to have been part of a band.

Guitar-playing - Adam was talented at playing the guitar and did so seemingly whenever he could.

Axe proficiency - Adam wielded his guitar-axe with amazing skill as he could fight out and seriously wound Alastor during their duel.

Leadership - Adam appeared to be a competent and capable leader of the Exorcists, often personally leading them into battle. Additionally, Adam appears to genuinely care for his subordinates.

Strategic mind - In both "Overture" and "The Show Must Go On", Adam demonstrates sound and logical thinking both in and out of combat; in the former, Adam waits to begin the next extermination so as not to prematurely reveal his plan, while in the latter, Adam personally attacks high-threat targets to even the odds for his Exorcists, as seen with his battle with Alastor, since he recognized him as the conjurer of the hotel's barrier.

[littlesleepytv]

If you're taking suggestions, how about a breakdown of toilet types and how much fun they are to fight and how difficult?

Ooh, sure, I think I can do that! Here's the ones I've encountered the most while out doing missions! (Sorry for the messy art ^^; the toilets are hard to draw and I don't like them enough to make them look nicer)

THE NORMAL GUYS: Exactly what they sound like! Super weak, even more dumb, and really easy to neutralize. I can usually deal with a whole group of them with little to no problem at all! They used to be way more common when the war started (and by common, I mean they were EVERYWHERE), but I've been seeing less and less of them out there. They're just that easy to destroy, I guess! ^_^ SLIGHTLY STRONGER GUYS: These guys are smart enough to actually get upgrades - tougher bodies, plates of armor, flush coverings- sometimes they even have jetpacks! They're a bit harder to deal with than the normal guys, but once you get past all the upgrades, it's like they're just another average toilet. -v・ THE ONES WITH LEGS: I can't remember what they're actually called... striders, I think? But anyway, these things are SCARY and FAST. I once saw one scale a 30-story building without even breaking a sweat. I'm usually in a team when dealing with one of these - they can be really problematic if you aren't careful. Also, these dudes have guns, but I didn't feel like drawing them. .-. THE MUTANTS: The toilets steal the bodies of dead large units and use them to give themselves bodies... I don't like that. I don't like them at all. They're gross and disgusting and I don't think that they should be allowed to have arms that used to belong to our comrades. They're also freakishly strong and tough - they're a nightmare to deal with, and can wipe out entire squads if unprepared. It usually takes one or even two large units to take one down. I've only ever managed to put a mutant to sleep once. -~-;

...Phew! That was a lot of text! But I had a lot of fun writing that! Thank you for the suggestion! ^w^

[azuremliam]

Finally got around to drawing some more bug people of Liam's au world!

This is Mr. Horrid, based off of a Horrid King Assassin Bug!

Infodumping about him under the readmore :) (And putting down in text what it says is the drawing)

[Mr. Horrid (Or "Gramps" by Liam) Taught Liam how to fight, both against Beasts and potential overly curious insects that want to see what a human tastes like. He's a True Bug of few words, but certainly knows how to get the "point" across.]

Mr. Horrid has been friends with Liam's moms for ages and in fact trained Vera. Dude's super old. But doing well for his age.

He's also around Vera's height, and towers over most in their hometown.

He's apart of the city/hive guards with Vera more often than not too. But Horrid travels a lot more than Vera does, and a lot farther for some guard jobs and visiting his own family. Assassin Bugs are in high demand for guarding travel routes on the ground along with Ants. Wasps and Dragonflies usual handle air pathways.

Mr. Horrid also has been through a lot, missing almost an entire arm and hand. Both of which were plucked off by the Beasts. Doesn't let it slow him down though. His wings are just tattered from age and so are his antenna.

Liam thinks he's the coolest when they're first introduced, and Horrid treats them (and their two siblings) like one of his own grandchildren. Finn and Jake on the other hand think he's well- horrifying much to his dismay. He grows on them eventually, and they call him "Grampy".

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During guard work he's super serious, but on his off time he's a big sweetie and is always giving Liam and their bros food when he spots any of them. It's that grandparent power that manifests food for grandkids.

His "Will" is to leave his parts of his Pronotum (The spiky bits shielding his neck and right above his wings) to Liam when he whenever passes on. Whenever any insect person dies they let their deceased bodies be consumed by others and pass down parts of their "armor" or even wing clips for others to make use of.

(Its why future Bug World Finn has Jake's Elytron (the harden modified wings that act as the shell) when visiting Azure Liam.)

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Unlike other insects, for instance the wasps, beetles, mantids- The true bugs can't speak human languages well if at all thanks to their weaponized tongues.

He (and other's of his kind) click, trill, and hiss to communicate. It's learnable- but its hard for humans to get it down right when you don't have the right vocal cords for it.

Liam and Finn can "speak" it, but its rough around the edges. And rough on the throat. Most of the True Bugs get what they're trying to say though.

[freebooter4ever]

People: "success happens when you follow what you love to do! Don't do what is popular! Make the art you want to make!"

Me: spends 8+ months experimenting with a new curve based sculpting style that mimics how i see in three dimensions when i draw, and then turns it into a hockey player because i love his face enough to push me towards where i want to go for a high level of likeness. and I get to stare at photos of him for hours.

People: "Not that."

People: "Our game has robots, you have robots in your portfolio right?"

People: "All these dudes have portfolios full of robots to choose from. Their style is gritty, and dark, and masculine. They work on what they love and they love robots like us and like every single gaming company out here. we're going to hire one of them instead. We can just already envision their portfolio robots being our robots in our game, you must understand why we are rejecting you. Yes we know the careful attention to detail in the hockey under armor mimics exactly the hard surface sculpting required in the semi-organic forms of video game robots. And we know understanding how to craft appeal into the form of the gear and the specific arc of each curve is also identical to making appealing robots. But he's still a hockey player. He's not a robot. Sorry. We'll keep your portfolio on file."

[skye707]

Part 1 of DND Riddlerverse design sketch mess

Will try to redo Dano cause I rushed on his armor (I can only draw Mandalorian Armor so this is hard-) [Also, favoritism? What favoritism? Just cause Arkham and-]

[Arkham would definitely add his robo kids to the game]

[I need sleep]

Dude, you beat me to the punch lmao.

But these are amazing!! I hope you wouldn't mind if I redrew them in my style as well when I get the time?

[audioslavedragon13]

Finally nutted up and did Defense of Bruma. Martin, all nice and armored up for his big day, gives a moving speech. We all draw our swords, I'm steeling my resolve, and then this lil bastard draws out his tiny little iron dagger. Like, could Martin not be given a sword? We got a shit ton of them at Cloud Ruler Temple, my dude.

Also, Ulrich apparently got his ass kicked so hard that when I destroyed the great gate he was stand there in nothing but a loincloth and his axe.

Little addition to this post. When I went back to an old save I took a screenshot of Marty that looks like I used a potato to screenshot.

And here's Ulrich's dumbass

[ageless-aislynn]

Aislynn's Rumble Jumble of Random Thinky Thoughts on Halo s2 ep 5 "Aleria."

Spoilers, natch. 😉

I was holding out a little bit of hope, especially given that Riz went back for Vannak, that we were going to get some sort of last minute reprieve to save the big fellow. Sadly, no. 😭

John's guilt that Riz went back for Vannak's body because he had been pushing her so hard was understandable but I don't believe that was the whole story, if it was even a part of it at all. I think she went back for him because because he was one of them and they don't leave one of their own behind. More than that, she went back for him because she loves him. Call it the love for a brother, for a comrade, a friend who has been at her side since they were children, she loved him. Of course, you're also welcome to call it romantic as well, you know how I support my fellow shippers 117% at all times 😇 (she says, as if she hasn't totally written Vannak/Riz shippy fic 😂😉)

Poor John, of all the trauma he's been through, this has been by far the worst of it all: he's been abandoned by the UNSC, he's lost his armor, he's lost his identity as Master Chief, he's lost Reach, has lost Cortana, lost Admiral Keyes, lost Kai, lost Vannak and then now Riz. That moment when he tells her she's all he has left just about broke my heart. When she hugged him, he did a brilliant job, IMO, of showing how for a moment, he just wanted to close his eyes and collapse onto her, then pride makes him withdraw and try to pull a facade together like it doesn't matter. *sniffle*

I obviously hope this isn't the last we see of Riz but, at the same time, I'm happy for her. She deserves some peace after the terrifying amount of physical and emotional violence she's been through. Just seeing her smiling at the end made my heart feel a little better. Love you, Riz. I hope we see you again having a great life, bb, you deserve it. 💖

Okay, so I was NOT expecting Laera to go all Negan with a barbed wire bat. 😮 But was it satisfying to watch the quiet menace growing larger and larger, while that shopkeeper dude clearly realized that he would've been better off taking a beating from Soren? Yes, that was very satisfying, indeed, lol! And why I wasn't expecting the UNSC to have taken Kessler is beyond me because of COURSE they know about him (Halsey called him by name, after all) and of COURSE they're going to want a son of a Spartan. Will any of Soren's enhancements have been passed down genetically? Will Kessler be more likely to survive the process if they put him through it? Will they not even have to put him through it at all? I would imagine they have a lot of questions they'd like answered. And Laera and her bat would be very happy to answer them all, I'd imagine... 🥊😠🥊😉

Now, the three most important things about the scenes with Makee, Cortana and not!Thel!Arbiter whom I shall try to now call Var 'Gatanai since that's his name:

I still don't care for Cortana's makeover. 🤷‍♀️I liked the bit of camaraderie between her and Makee, especially with Makee's line about what happens when a useful thing loses its use. I see a forced alliance in their future, if not an actual friendship.

I still keep staring at Makee's eyebrows, wondering if they're more blonde because she dyed them or is it from whatever she went through to bring her back to life after last season. Yes, this is the important thing to keep worrying about. 🙄😜

I had to struggle so hard not to loudly exclaim, "ARE YOU BLINDED BY ITS MAJESTY?" when Cortana showed Var the Halo lands Makee and John frolicked through in season 1. 😇😂😉

And fourth place runner up, I didn't get as many shippy vibes this week between Makee and Var, whom I can call by his name or by not!Thel!Arbiter but not just "the Arbiter" because I'm a card-carrying member of the Fangirls of Arbiter Thel 'Vadam Fan Club and I'm not going to risk losing my membership. 😂😉

My bb boi. *draws sparkly hearts everywhere* 💖💖💖😉

I'm of two minds about them pretty obviously giving Var the Arbiter storyline here. However, if they would've called the character Thel 'Vadam(ee) but not had him voiced by Keith David? Um, HERESY. I don't say that sort of thing often when it comes to new adaptations but, c'mon, he IS the Arbiter when it comes to voices and considering that Thel would be CGI or whatever they're using to create Var and the other Elites, it's not the same sort of prospect as I've heard other people say, that they should've dubbed Steve Downes' voice over Pablo Schreiber's. (Yes, I saw that pop up a couple of times in the earlier days.) I mean, clearly Steve Downes IS Master Chief when it comes to the games but dubbing a live action actor is never going to look smooth, IMO.

Anyway, I think this means we won't be meeting Thel in this series, since his storyline is currently going along without him. 🤷‍♀️

Now to see what's in store for us next week. I am both looking forward to and dreading Kai and John's inevitable reunion. He's going to feel utterly betrayed, I'd think, and as I've said before, if she's not utterly devastated by Vannak's death and feeling guilty over not being there when Silver Team needed her... I'm going to have to super-duper fix that with fic. *nodnods* 😜😉

PS - Am I writing something utterly fluffy for Vannak right now? OF COURSE I am! C'mon, Vannak, jump in the AU Party Warthog, where you'll always be safe and happy!