#Wraith

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Yule Wraith by Anna Jönsson

[alkanette]

What if obtenebration and necromancy merged into the discipline of oblivion because after the Week of Nightmares and the Sixth Great Maelstrorm merged the Shadowlands with the plane of Oblivion?

That sounds like an awful time for wraiths tbh

It so weird to think about the lore transition from vtm and all WoD from 20th to 5th edition, like the apocalypse DID HAPPEN, but the world didn't end, it just got worse

[lawandorder-tf]

There are those who sit in that audience not realizing what was about to happen.

They may be dressed as Marines, but they will be WRAITH agents soon enough.

[trueteashoe]

Day 27 of #Veiltober - Wraith! If there's an excuse to draw Fenris you better believe it I'll draw Fenris

[lightning-fright]

look my girl she's so screepy

[byelacey]

he's pupy

[strange-house-art]

𝖂𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍 II

[oxfords---notbrogues]

[caleod]

18-10-24 "Drive"

[cinnashroom]

so anyway i am playing dbd again. may draw some cool lookin killers later

[bumblebeehug]

incorrect quotes bc I’m bald

[vimeddiart]

Wraith and Calico (and Ava) commission for @robo-cryptid!

[cluelessatthispoint]

Dragon's Hoard pt. 6

Warnings: mentions of force feeding, possible cannibalism, kidnapping mention, and hybrids not knowing to to parent a human child properly.

~enjoy~

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Grumbling from your place under Price's thick arm. The none to suble rocking motion of his gait has you swinging from one side to the other. Despite walking as slow as he can without causing you much injury, he is massive compared to the average human male. A soft pout makes it to your features as the allure of being carried under a large arm, like a sack of potatoes looses its allure. Looking down nit too far you can see your feet dangling as he carries you with his muscular forearm around your middle. If you had any food in your stomach there's no doubt in your mind that you would have been throwing up your stomach contents.

"Let me down...hey! Let me down." You're tone is almost breathy with the way you feel your lungs being squished.

Kicking weakly for good measure, the dragon huff. His massive chest heaving out a lumbering sigh as if you were a toddler throwing yet another tantrum. With a slow swing of his tail, he wraps the end around your feet as he slowly sets you down. Gathering courage, you set him with the nastiest glare you can muster. In return all you get is a deep, rumbling purr.

"Cute, kid. Real cute."

The hand that comes your way nearly hits the side of your head with the way you flinch back. Price however ignores your action as he seems unbothered and used to such things. Placing his hand on your head and ruffling your tangled locks, he smirks as if pleased with himself.

"Tiny thing you are, well. Don't worry your lil head poppet. I hunt you a nice boar-"

"A boar?!"

The alarm and surprise in the tone of your voice makes the crows feet at the edges of his eyes crinkle into view. It almost makes him look more human. With the flare of his one wing, your surprise diminishes. Of course he would hunt you something to eat. A dragon has dragon instincts after all.

"Yeah, a boar. Unless you want a bear instead. Now I haven't had bear in a long time kiddo. Boar and bear are both quite tasty."

Despite his warm tone of voice, the tail around your legs that's keeping you in place seems to grow only the barest hint tighter. Swallowing up the whine in your throat, you cast a weary glance down. As if asking without verbalizing, if he intends to relinquish the hold of your legs now. The notion of running away would be ludicrous. If there was only one hybrid in the cave, then the idea of running away wouldn't be too outlandish. But with four hybrids total? It's impossible. Even with this thought in mind, Price seems bound and determined to keep track of you and your whereabouts one way or another. Too busy in your musings to notice, it doesn't come to your attention that he moved his tail up to your wrist. The very end of it wrapping around your tiny wrist, as if holding hands. Gently tugging you along, you follow Price deeper into the cave as he asses and checks the food supply. The darkness only grows, and the echoing of two sets of footsteps dance across the cave walls. The stalagmites glitter prettily off to the sides, as if the space in the middle were cleared out, no doubt by the dragon hybrid himself.

"What's bear taste like?"

It's almost strange to hear how your voice echoes faintly off the walls.

You can hear in the tone of his voice how Price is smiling as he speaks. The darkness doesn't seem to bother him as his eyes pierce through the inky black with relative ease.

"Ah, bear..let's see...depends on how you like it. Gaz like his bear as a jerky. It takes a while to make, but it's the best food he makes. Soap like his bear fresh as they come, almost as good as a shephar-..sheep. Yeah, almost as good as sheep."

The way Price stumbles over his words make you furrow your tiny brows, but other than that you say nothing. Your mind races. 'Sheep, Bear, Boar, what haven't these monsters eaten?' As if sensing that you were dangerously close to connecting the dots, Price shakes your arm lightly with his tail.

"Hey now kiddo, think any harder and your face will get stuck like that."

Prices words cut off your train of thought. Suddenly the muffled voices of the others waft from the nest. They sound like they're having a good conversation, but specifics are hard to make out due to the echo and the distance. Their amalgamation of voices sound so strange when mixed together. Their accents blending wonderfully to create a concophany of vowels and consonants that sound so human, and yet so uncanny. Squeezing onto Price's tail a bit tighter in return, the feeling of hot, scaled skin and its rough texture serve to soothe and ground your mounting anxiety. From above, the low tone of the Dragon's drawl clues you back in on your purpose here, so far away from the others and your controversial opinions of the safety of the warm nest. 'At least it was bright in there' You think ruefully to yourself.

"Now then, I think we have enough meat stored here. No need to go hunting." Comes the crooning voice of the dragon hybrid as he scoop you up once more. Placing ypu held firmly in his arms, the sudden swaying motion of him taking a seat has you clinging to his broad shoulders for deer life. In the dark, everything feels such more potent. The sounds as soft as some are, almost feel deafening.

"Open up treasure, try some boar." The feeling of cold, salted meat against your lips beckons a half shriek of alarm from your throat.

Within that split second of opening your mouth, a small morsel of said meat is ushered inside with little to no tact. The result, is a mighty grimace of distaste coloring your youthful features. Turning your head away, you find some room to spit up whatever parts came loose withing your maw. The taste of unflavored, too salty meat is pungent to your senses.

"Ugh! Ack-ah...it's gross! I don't like it!" With your cry, Price only holds on tighter.

"Easy now hatchling, it's good. It's good for you. It'll help you grow big and strong." His words sound like a bitter balm as he gently turns your face back and presses a large scaled finger to each side of your jaw. The pressure on your temperal mandibular joint coaxes your mouth open with such ease that it has you seeing red. The choked off noises of insult and anger seem to spur him on. His tone is chiding as if scolding a child much younger than you.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't give me that. The sooner we feed you, the better you'll feel. I promise."

A stray thought briefly crosses your mind. 'Eating in the dark? Why? What am I eating? Isn't boar supposed to be gamey or tough? This meat is soft- even salted and dried.' Closing your eyes, you eat reluctantly. Morsel after morsel, mouthful after mouthful. Price feeds you with a firm, but gentle hand. After each morsel is swallowed down his praise, as unwanted as it is, fills you with pride. As if all the times of missing out on what other children have with their parents is now coming back to you. 'Better late than never' the voice in the back of your mind chimes in.

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Here we are my friends! Chapter 6! I'm so sorry about the delay. And soon I'm going to have the master list up and running. No more searching and scrolling, I promise!

[pinklotushere]

Gotham’s Most Insane Love Triangle (That’s Not Even a Triangle)

Tim Drake has had enough.

Not of being Red Robin—no, he signed up for that nightmare. But of this absolute clown of a villain who has decided to make his civilian life hell. The dude isn’t even a real villain, just some rich, eccentric, probably-a-little-deranged Gotham socialite with too much free time and very questionable taste in romance.

He has been through a lot in his life.

He’s fought assassins, taken down crime lords, and survived the literal Lazarus Pit. But none of that prepared him for this.

Because, apparently, being a billionaire CEO means attracting a very specific brand of problem—namely, a very rich, very persistent, very theatrical stalker-suitor who has decided that Tim is their one true love.

And the worst part? They have no idea he’s Red Robin. They just think Tim Drake, boring businessman, is the ideal romantic partner.

Tim has tried to get rid of them. He’s shut down their advances, ignored their ridiculous gifts (including a whole building—seriously, what was that?), and even considered faking his own death. (Bruce did it like six times. It’s an option.)

Nothing worked.

the courtship? Is aggressive.

Think:

• Giant, embarrassing billboards with love poems that definitely sound like they were written by someone’s AI assistant.

• Dramatic, unsolicited “gifts” (one time, it was a tiger. A real one. In his office. He had to call Damian to get it out).

• Showing up at his press conferences to declare their love, completely derailing everything ("I AM WOOING YOU, TIMOTHY! SAY YES TO DESTINY!" "Sir, this is an earnings call—")

So, in a moment of desperation (and supreme bad decision-making), Tim panicked and told the press that he was already in a relationship.

With both Superboy and Wraith.

Because Tim Drake does not do things halfway.

(Kon does not hesitate. The second Tim says, “Hey, will you pretend to date me?” Kon’s already slinging an arm around his shoulders, grinning, and saying, “Obviously, babe.”

And, okay, maybe he’s having too much fun with it. Maybe Tim gives one kiss on the cheek in public, and suddenly Kon’s cranking the PDA up to 11.

Tim swears Kon is just doing this to annoy him. (Spoiler: He is. And also because he’s in love. But mostly to annoy him.)

Dani has no idea what’s going on. One day, she’s just vibing, and the next, Tim is begging her to be his fake girlfriend in his civilian life while also fake-dating Superboy in his hero life.

“So you’re publicly dating both of us?” she asks. “Yes,” Tim says, exhausted. “At the same time?” “Yes.” "Love that. Love the drama. I’m in.”)

And that’s how he ended up in a very public, very fake, and very annoying love triangle where he is “dating” two of his best friends.

Which prompted the start of plan : get rid of creepy guy

—

Step One: Make the Villain Regret Their Life Choices

If Tim thought this was going to be a subtle plan, Kon and Dani immediately proved him wrong.

Kon goes full Superboy mode. Dramatic rescues? Check. Carrying Tim around way too much? Check. Way too many kisses on the cheek? Check.

Dani (Wraith) is the wildcard. She literally picks Tim up in public like he’s a prize, occasionally phases through walls to randomly show up at his meetings, and once materialized into existence just to kiss Tim’s forehead in front of the press.

Tim cannot do anything about it. Because if he protests, the villain wins. And also because, unfortunately, he kinda likes it.

The villain loves this. It becomes a challenge. They start sending hate letters to Superboy, promising to “win” Tim’s heart from him.

Kon gets way too competitive about it. (“I dare you to try, buddy.” “KON, STOP ENCOURAGING THEM—”)

The media loses their minds. Suddenly, “Tim Drake’s Shocking Super Love Triangle” is trending.

Bart starts a betting pool on whether Tim actually survives this ordeal. Cassie is taking bets on when the fake relationship stops being fake. ("Wait, you all think this is fake?"—Cass, genuinely confused.)

—

Step Two: Turn the Public Against the Villain

The villain’s new strategies are straight out of a soap opera.

They show up at Tim’s press conferences, interrupting him mid-sentence.

( “Timothy! You don’t have to settle! You deserve true love!”

Tim: "I deserve peace.")

They try to out-romance Kon and Dani by sending ridiculous gifts.

• Kon: "Oh, you sent him roses? That’s cute. I carried him to France for pastries this morning."

• Dani: "I made him a custom necklace out of ectoplasm. It glows when he’s in danger. What did you do?"

Tim is so tired.

So, so tired.

For weeks, he's been playing damage control while Gotham's most deranged suitor escalates his antics. What started as embarrassing billboards and ridiculous gifts has somehow escalated into a full-blown public stunt designed to "prove" their love.

The disaster of the day?

A flash marriage proposal.

Tim barely has time to process what's happening before an entire choir descends on him in the middle of a press conference. They begin singing a dramatic, original ballad about love and destiny while the villain (dressed in a tuxedo and cape, because of course they are) strides forward. With an engagement ring, the size of Tim’s suffering.

"Timothy!" they declare, their voices booming through a hidden microphone, because this is obviously being broadcast. "I've waited long enough! Accept my love! Marry me and together we will dominate Gotham's social scene as the couple of the century!"

Tim's eyes twitch. He's two seconds away from making this a Red Robin problem.

fortunately for everyone involved, Kon and Dani have zero chill.

Kon lands from the sky, draping an arm around Tim with the most obnoxiously smug grin imaginable. “Oh, wow. A public proposal? That’s adorable. Almost as adorable as the six months I’ve already spent dating this guy.”

Then he just kisses Tim’s temple like it’s nothing.

Before Tim can recover (he absolutely did not freeze), Dani materializes next to him, grabs Tim like a princess, and kisses the other side of his face.

Timothy Jackson drake-Wayne did not squeak. What?

“You really don’t get it, do you?” she sighs.

And that is the moment the villain realizes they have lost.

Because Gotham? Gotham loves drama. And right now, the story isn’t “Determined Suitor Wins Over Tim Drake”—it’s “Homewrecker Tries to Steal Gotham’s Most Beloved Power Couples” (because, yes, the media still refuses to acknowledge this is a throuple).

The crowd turns on the villain.

• “You’re breaking them up? Boo.”

• “Have you seen the way Superboy looks at him?”

• “Sir, how do you respond to the allegations that you are a clown?”

#TimsuperWraith4Ever trends within minutes.

And the villain, realizing they are rapidly losing public favor, does the only thing they can do—

They flee

(“…Well,” they say, trying to regain some dignity. “I can tell when I’m in over my head.”

(They can’t.)

“I’m going to retreat—for now.”

(They're not coming back.)

And then, with a dramatic wave of their capes, they run away.)

Tim is still being held.

By both of them.

In front of every reporter in Gotham.

Kon, still smiling, pulls Tim even closer to him. "So, babe, how about we go celebrate our victory?"

Dani smiles. "Ooh, yeah. I'm thinking date night."

Tim, who physically can't escape, groans. "I hate you both."

Neither of them let go.

And, okay, maybe he doesn't really mind .

—

Step Three: Realize You’re the Only One Still Pretending

Later, after the chaos dies down and Tim finally gets a second to himself, he turns to Kon and Dani with a sigh.

“Well,” he says. “That was exhausting, but at least it’s over.”

Kon raises an eyebrow. “Over?”

Tim frowns. “Yeah. The villain’s gone, so… y’know. We can drop the act now.”

There’s a long silence.

Then Dani just… tilts her head. “Wait. You think this is fake?”

Tim stares. “What.”

Kon grins. “Oh, babe. You really thought we were faking?”

Tim.exe has stopped working.

Because, oh no, he did think this was fake. But now Kon is looking at him like he’s an idiot, and Dani is smirking like she knew all along, and—

Oh.

Oh, he’s so dumb.

Because this entire time, they weren’t playing a role. They were just—being them. Touchy, affectionate, protective—except now, they had an excuse to be obvious about it.

Tim buries his face in his hands. “Oh my god.”

Dani pats his head. “You’ll get there, babe.”

Kon leans down, kissing the top of his head. “Take your time.”

Tim groans.

(But maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t mind so much.)

—

Bonus: Cassie & Bart, Watching From Afar :

Bart: “You think Tim actually figured it out?”

Cassie : "probably. It was fun watching him suffer"

[gilgalahad]

Alexey Gorboot

[dendrofiles]

him: you better not be The Forlorn when i get there

me asf: