#binding promises

[aylish91]

What's this? A double update~ Hope you enjoy! (not beta read, we die like men~)

A Promise:

Sirentale Horror Sans X Reader

In which Horror makes an accidental all-binding promise, but can't bring himself to regret it.

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"You jumped…"

Horror's once full and cocky eyelight, was now a small jittery dot within his socket. Gone was his smug confidence, replaced by shocked and confused awe. He knew you had to feel the tremble in his large, bony hands as he held you close to his chest. Not even his tentacles were immune, wrapping desperately around your body as if you would disappear at any moment. You simply smiled, water dripping from his failed attempt at catching you.

"You promised."

Those two words, though breathy and soft, pierced his soul with more weight than he would have ever fathomed. It sent electricity pulsing through every bone and limb. You weren't supposed to… He had thought he was calling your bluff, but instead, you had freely given yourself to the ocean, willingly pushing yourself closer to him.

You truly wanted him. Him. The one most dedicated to the deceitful game he and the others had made to lure you to your death. To bond with. To share such intimacy as to make and create a…

He couldn't understand.

Emotions he had long buried deep within his soul threatened to overwhelm him as he held you delicately to his chest. "You weren't— Ya, ya don't… I'm broken, the least worthy…"

He felt your gentle hands brush against the sides of his skull. Soft. Warm. Safer than they ever should be. Sensations he did not deserve.

"You were the only one willing. The only one who could promise me. Why are you so surprised that you would be the one I would choose to love? You promised me everything. All that you are, and all that you will be. There's nothing more that I could ever want than that."

Because he didn't think you meant it. Because he didn't think you were serious. Because after everything he and the others were planning, he was the least deserving of such love…

His body shook, the force of such a promise complete, already forming the bonding threads between them. There was no escaping it. And he wasn't sure he wanted to.

"You're stuck with me. You know that, right? There is no turning back. A promise made is a bond forged for life…" He could feel his eyelight wobble as his voice became little more than a whisper. "You are mine as much as I am yours."

The soft chuckle that left your lips was as soft as a breeze, yet powerful enough to send another round of lightning through his soul. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

With a stuttering breath, he felt his eyelight expand in its socket and form something other than an orb. It was strange and foreign, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Instead, his body moved on its own accord to place a palm on the back of your head. Then, bridging the gap, it was your turn to gasp as the magic surrounding and protecting his teeth pressed against your lips.

It was soft and gentle against your smaller form, moving in tandem one with another as you pressed further in to reciprocate. Cracking his jaw to cautiously make a swipe with his tongue, he couldn't hear over his own soul when you, in turn, opened for him.

Stars, the radiating heat it brought to the relentless cold...

Pulling back, he began to hum. It was not of malice, nor subjugation. But of hope. Of budding lasting love. It was soft and lulling, one you could easily break away from if you desired. One that was meant to show and ask for, trust. One his intent could speak louder than any spoken word.

And you listened. By the Angel, you listened.

Smiling, you leaned in close to breathe feathery kisses against his throat and chest. Even though you knew what was to come, what he was asking, you allowed yourself to be pulled and lulled. You gave yourself freely. And as the water flowed calmly over top of you, he could feel your soul sing back to join his song.

Forever.

Together.

…

For a second time, despite everything, Horror promised.

GrandMaster Post Sirentale/Mertale Master

[angelic-as-can-be]

Me realizing I made a divine promise to my father without realizing it. *surprised pikachu*

(maybe even without him realizing it too, although knowing him I'm 98% sure he's aware of its divine nature)

Story under cut:

During a very vulnerable conversation between me and Gabriel years ago i had promised to never leave my soulmate (his son), no matter how intense or upsetting things got between us or in life.

I promised to not leave him and therefore our very interwoven families although I didn't realize at the time how large our family would grow to be.

I am now realizing that this was a divine promise, one I made before I knew what those were. But now that I do know, im even more inclined not to break it. Which is not hard. I love my family.

Although The fact that I made that kind of oath in the first place without realizing would be a bit scary if it was anyone other than Gabriel. But I trust my dad with this.

So im happy to now realize these words were binding.

Luckily mine was with my father, but for any listeners out there, make sure you know if you're sealing a divine deal or twisting yourself into a divine promise you shouldn't be making.

Stay safe out there kids, have a peaceful day ^-^"

[maalidoesart]

you look like a turner painting and i want to learn your textures with my fingertips

[flwrkid14]

Eternal Bonds: Tim and Danny’s Infinite Realms Marriage

In the Infinite Realms, marriage is an unparalleled commitment. Unlike the mortal world, where love can be fleeting and easily undone, marriage in the Realms is something far more sacred. It’s not just about vows or ceremonies—it’s about merging souls, creating a bond that not even the vast stretches of time can sever. The very idea of marriage in the Realms is rare, almost mythical, because it requires two beings to love each other so profoundly that they’re willing to bind their very existence to one another.

For the ghosts and entities that reside in this realm, eternity isn’t just a poetic idea—it’s a reality. Time is meaningless when you’re no longer alive, when your very essence is bound to the afterlife. And because of this, relationships are viewed through a different lens. There’s no such thing as divorce, no “time apart.” Once a couple is bound, their souls are intertwined forever. To dedicate your entire being—past, present, and future—to another means accepting that their joys, sorrows, triumphs, and failures will be yours too. It’s a partnership where breaking the bond is simply impossible.

It’s why marriage is such a rare occurrence in the Realms. The ghosts, who have already lived one life and often seen the frailty of mortal promises, don’t enter into this kind of bond lightly. It’s only for the strongest of loves, for the most steadfast of commitments. Because once you marry in the Infinite Realms, that bond holds through eternity itself.

And yet, despite the gravity of it all, Tim and Danny find themselves willing to make that very commitment. Tim, a mortal tied to a world where things end, where nothing lasts forever, steps into the unknown. His love for Danny is so deep, so unshakable, that he agrees to a traditional Infinite Realms marriage. He knows full well the weight of it—he’s not just vowing to love Danny in this life, but in every life after. In swearing to this bond, Tim is offering his entire being to Danny, for now and all of eternity.

For Danny, this choice means even more. As a halfa, he exists between two worlds, knowing both the mortality of the living and the permanence of the ghostly afterlife. His love for Tim is powerful enough that he’s willing to make this eternal commitment, knowing that there’s no one else in any world—mortal, ghostly, or beyond—he would rather be tied to. For Danny, the bond is as natural as breathing. It’s a connection that deepens their relationship in a way that transcends the limitations of their two worlds.

Their marriage isn’t just a declaration of love—it’s a merging of souls, a binding that makes them two parts of the same whole. It overwhelms them with the sense of safety and belonging that they’ve both craved in their lives. In each other, they find the kind of love that doesn’t just endure life’s difficulties but thrives beyond them. Their bond ties them together forever in a way that no one else could understand, but to Tim and Danny, it’s everything.

They are each other’s home. And in the Infinite Realms, there is no greater honor, no stronger connection, than to be bound by love for all of eternity.

[merimerz]

binding blade art from last weekend

[saessenach]

I keep threatening to draw heartbreaking galadriel/sauron things and yet when I actually get down to it, they want to be tender and naked instead so who am I to refuse them

EDIT: finished piece (and full sketchdump) here

[artsy-hobbitses]

Non-Aligned and Civilians

“The earth I left behind in 2023 to travel the stars was rotting underneath the veneer they polished over after the Quintesson War, and while it didn’t surprise me to come home to another war, that I and my men were expected to partake in it did.  Make no mistake–Optimus is an old friend, and while I consider him an ally, my mission and my men come before his conflict with the one they call Megatron. They call me Alisa Ivanova – captain of the starship Carcer and Elita-1 of its vanguard – and I’m here to tell you that our universe is far more vast than the squabbling between two factions more alike than they are different. The world isn’t two sides of a coin; lives and the rich stories they weave exist outside of the eternal dance between the Autobots and the Decepticons, both for the better and worse.”

AUTOBOT ALLIES

Alisa Ivanova (Elita-One)

Fionne ‘Fio’ Stark (Firestar)

Munirah Reza (Moonracer)

Isaac Sumdac

Sari Sumdac

June Darby

Verity Carlo

Charles ���Chip’ Chase

Spartacus ‘Spike’ Witwicky

Carla ‘Carly’ Castellano

Antoni Budislav (Ambulon)

Velora Cielle Thibault (Velocity)

Orson Cadogan (Orcanoc)

DECEPTICON ALLIES

Demura Sanosuke (Sundor)

Shae Taggert (Shatter)

Draven Keir (Dropkick)

EUKARIS

Raziel Bajardo (Razorbeast)

Ramesh Lakhani (Ramulus)

Misbun ‘Bun’ Qurashi (Bonecrusher)

Brent Bishop (B'Boom)

Deborah ‘Debbie’ Lorcan (Diablo)

Fang Wusheng (Wolfang)

Tormund Karisson (Torca)

Leonidas Constantine (Lio Convoy)

Dazarius (Dezarus)

WORLD SENATE

Senator Dylan Proteus - Deceased

Senator Dai Atlas

Senator Aurelius Decimus - Deceased

Senator Radbourne Belmont (RatBat) - Deceased

OTHERS

Congressman Ezekiel ‘Zeke’ Parrish (Zeta Prime)

Tulio Hoffman (Thunderhoof)

Kaneda Aira (Airachnid)

Tramain Paxton (Trepan)

Sedgewick Princeton (Sentinel Prime) - Deceased

Marissa Faireborn

William Lennox

Norman Nyles (Nominus) - Deceased 

Novak Ambroz (Nova) - Deceased (?)

Solomon Tyrus (Tyrest)

[ersatz-colubridae-888]

your future's past

[painted-bees]

ah, yes. My favorite sisyphean task of the aquarium hobby: cleaning the dirt. Because the dirt needs to be clean.

clean dirt.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

'Miguel is cold and angry and-'

That is the face of a man dedicating all of his mental energy to not caving into the catastrophic cuteness he is enduring.

He can't even look at her. Hes stopped speaking. Lost his train of thought. SO FOCUSED ON NOT GIVING IN CAUSE SHE'S SO CUTE

she's trying sooo hard to get him to look at her cause she's like 'He won't be able to resist playtime LOOK AT ME MIGUEL'

She came right to him even before she came to Hobie. She sees her dad going to Miguel's lair and she comes swinging him towards him cause it's TIME TO PLAY OMG

Like look at this!!!

Mayday swings in and starts climbing on the ceiling (in Miguels direction). Peter follows her up there, puts her in the carrier, and she falls out.

He catches her - but remembers the photos. So he puts her down to go show Gwen & Miles -

AND THE NEXT TIME WE SEE MAYDAY tWO SECONDS LATER LOOK WHERE SHE IS

She's already up there, chilling, all comfortable

He's not even trying to take her off he's like I NEED to focus.

She wanted to play with Miguel the second they walked in and as soon as her dad put her down she was like IM CLIMBING ON THE GIANT ISNT THAT CUTE

he probably plays with her all the time but this one time he's like MAYDAY PLEASE JUST LET ME DO THIS trying to keep it together in front of Miles

CAUSE

EVEN AFTER MIGUEL WAS YELLING AND TOLD PETER TO STAY BACK SHE DOES THIS WHEN HE WALKS OUT THE ROOM Like...

Look at how she's looking at him as he walks away even after everything she doesn't see him as scary🥺 She likes being around him

More Migs and Mayday please

[leet911]

Ok, the way in which Jattawa saved Four was a bit of a technicality and not at all as elaborate as I thought it would be.

So those fic ideas are out. But on the other hand (pun fully intended) we got this shot:

And I could write an entire fic about this one shot

[plor-bindery]

Bound: A Lick and a Promise by @tackytigerfic

Almost to the last stop of my tour of binds I made for Tacky! This is, of course, A Lick and a Promise. The fic itself is a delight - case fic with a healthy serving of "we keep accidentally having crazy amazing sex" and then a big dollop of dark angst on top to finish. Without spoiling anything, I can say that this fic gives me some light horror/thriller vibes, and I took that and RAN with it for the design.

(I...got the fic's tagline wrong on the back, which is a totally different but equally significant kind of horror. Sorry, Tacky.)

I hand-designed the creepy branches for the cover and used a big sans serif font to give Stephen King in the 80s feelings. The back cover involved me purchasing SVG art of "a wizarding school" off Etsy to ensure the TERF-in-chief didn't benefit directly.

I hand-sewed these grey and red endbands using cotton embroidery floss and I lovvvvvvve how they came out -- so neat and shiny!

But I think my favorite part of the bind is the blood-red endpapers (thematicccc, just saying) that are literally just cardstock from a Dollarama pad of scrapbook paper but match everything SO perfectly.

I chose a slightly antique looking font for gothic vibes and used rawpixel svg files for the chapter header image.

This was my first legal quarto bind and I really love the size/heft of this story in this format which is so pleasingly easy to hold in one hand. It wound up just over 300 pages.

All in all, a really fun bind for me! It went so smoothly.

[goatsandgangsters]

god, these two. the Ridiculously Broad-Shouldered Boys 

Even though we don't see as much of a one-on-one relationship between them as the others, I think there’s something about Jack that Robin implicitly understands, even from the beginning

Robin meets him and decides “okay yeah, he’s a dick,” but he still arrives at a surprising amount of sympathy for someone he’s met once and who did not make a good first impression. Robin's uncomfortable with the Penhallick table gossip about him, enough that he’s still chewing over it with annoyance even after dinner

AND it sticks with him enough that Robin brings it up again later with Edwin and asks if Elsie's death/losing his magic is why Jack is Like That. Throughout the evening, this new information follows Robin from scene to scene

Then by the end of AML, after Robin is really hurt by magic—not just physically but emotionally—and considers walking away from it altogether, he starts thinking about Jack again. Robin correctly sees beneath his exterior, describing Jack as “even more full of sharp edges than Edwin” and attributing this to tragedy

It’s worth noting: Robin is dressed in mourning through all this 

For all that Robin is outwardly a Very Good Person, what I love about him is that he is often quite irritable in his inner monologue and impatient with others. He just chooses not to voice it. He and Maud are both very aware that goodness is not an innate quality—it is a choice. Inside, both Blyths know they have the same capacity for cruelty as anyone, as their parents, as all people. They’re just choosing to act otherwise 

But I wouldn’t be surprised if it crossed Robin’s mind, sitting in his mourning clothes a month after an abrupt death that certainly upended his life unexpectedly, even if it didn't emotionally devastate him. If he listened to the dinner-table gossip about the Alstons and thought, “Thank God. Thank God it was my parents, not Maud,” and wondered who he'd be now if this recent experience with death had been more gutting

Robin and Jack as mirrors of each other.

Robin seeing Jack's tragedy and feeling relief that his own recent brush with sudden death didn't upend his world the same way.

Maud being the same age that Elsie was when she died.

Jack instinctively stepping in to fill Robin's brother role when Maud's away from Robin.

Jack being coaxed back to himself—first and foremost—by Robin's sister, so like his own.

There's a reason why Robin claims Jack as family when making blood oath with his land.

[georgiacooked]

I recently finished reading @fahye's novel A Marvellous Light (first in The Last Binding series), and utterly adored it. Edwardian magicians, murder mysteries and romance. We love to see it!

I just had to have a go at painting Robin and Edwin!

[badadder1]

Title page art for Promises Remembered

I'm planning to find my fanfics, so I have been working on art. I think this might be title page art for Promises Remembered! If you've read it, you'll recognize this from the scene right before she meets her younger self while extremely pregnant. ❤️ tbh it isn't perfect but I am sorry proud of this.

[artsy-hobbitses]

Prowl had quite the update in backstory and personality a while ago, mind sharing his evolution proccess?

Honestly the biggest thing was that he never had a solid personality in my early draft of him! He started out as a mirror of IDW Prowl but in all frankness, while I find 2005 IDW Prowl EXTREMELY intriguing, I don't care for him as a person, and I especially do not like how the later writers treated him as the communal hate sink, and how this has ALSO caused some fans to justify the awful things done to him by others in narrative (this part of the reason TTB is a also No-Chromedome territory--people get fucking weird about him versus Prowl).

The thing is however that I LOVE Prowl's IDW background, coming from a place like Petrex where rules were so draconian that questioning your lot in life was grounds to throw you in prison (outside of IDW, I love that the terrible things done there in name of assimilation and order was also delved into in the War for Cybertron series, where unlike IDW Prowl, this Prowl was remorseful and genuinely disturbed by it). Prowl is also ofc a Cold Construct, and how that impacts humans as opposed to Cybertronians is something that is heavily explored in Ties That Bind. To note here, Megatron, Blaster and Starscream are Cold Constructs who were either loved and managed to retain a sense of personhood (Megs), had their true background hidden from them until adulthood (Blaster) or were successful in fighting for some semblance of rights over their own destiny (Starscream). In Prowl, given his history in Petrex, I wanted to explore the logical extreme of a Cold Construct who NEVER had that chance, who had everything taken from him and had almost all semblance of rebellion he can't even remember wrung out of him. Almost everything that makes him a person is functionally destroyed by his government in service of turning him into an asset (Not even the DNA that makes him who he is is sacred, as it was used by Mesothulas to create Springer--he doesn't even have rights to what makes him him), almost everything (he would have been killed for his last act of rebellion if Jazz hadn't saved him in time), but an inch, as mentioned in V for Vendetta: "Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having." And I wanted, despite everything done to him, to make him care. Really care. Even if it's clumsy and stilted, and he himself doesn't understand it but goddamn if he ain't trying. To hold on to that inch. Because is his compassion worth any less than his companions if he has to learn it? Is his concern for his companions any less earnest if he ties it to the good of the unit (because that's what he understands best) before the individual? Is his desire for justice less powerful than his friends' if he ties it to how it's 'wrong' in the order of things as he understands it as opposed to 'I empathise with this person being wronged' (because he doesn't KNOW HOW TO DO THAT)? Is who he is, broken and shattered on the inside in places where he isn't outright empty, worth saving? Jazz certainly thought he was! And I suppose that's also tied to parts of my simultaneous dislike and intrigue of his IDW version: What is someone got him? (because he HAS A POINT. A LOT OF THE TIME. 'Good' IDW Autobots mostly run on 'Maverick' mode even if it's stupid or makes no sense) What if someone tried to understand where he was coming from (he is STILL trying to do good albeit in terrible ways because that's what he's taught) instead of seeing him as an aberration (MORE SO than the Cons sometimes which is insane) for something he cannot help as a living state asset, and a constant lost cause for a personality and an outlook molded by one of the worst regimes on Cybertron (because Functionism was awful as it was, but it seemed PARTICULARLY awful in Petrex)? Because I see him as deserving of a satisfying narrative of figuring out who he is away from everything he was molded to become, and a redemption arc way more than say, WarCrimes McGee Megatron, and I happen to LIKE IDW Megatron. So in TTB he gets that! All the AWFUL things that comes with being a flesh tool with barcode imprinted on him, and the messy things that comes with breaking away from that and trying to figure out how to fucking person, and all the love that comes from a community that see the work he's putting in, and see that inch he's holding on to, and are helping him hold on to it when his grip on it loosens.

I just think it's the kind of evolution and story that he deserves!