#favored soul

[wearepaladin]

@favoredsouls

[dreadlock-detective]

Man, just took a stroll down memory lane. I had forgotten how moving your art of Dindel was.

Glad to know you're still around and enjoying making art~ Really brightens my day anytime your new post notification pops up. Cheers

Aww, that's super sweet of you, Anon. Thanks <3

That poor girl really went through some things didn't she? Glad you got some enjoyment/feels out of her trauma shenanigans!

[shiki-jin]

aventurine has been taking over my thoughts lately so...

minors & ageless blogs dni -

warnings/notes: dacryphilia, overstimulation, mostly just soft and gentle sex though cause it's what he deserves, gn reader

he's laying on the bed underneath you, eyes watery and body twitching while he's whimpering. tears spring from his eyes, and he cums for the third time. he moans out your name, followed by a plethora of “thank you”’s and “i love you”’s.

you reach down to wipe the tears off his pretty face, and he shakily holds your hand while calming down. he feels like you're staring into his very soul, his entire being bare to your eyes.

it doesn't matter to him that half of his clothes are still on, that he's not actually naked, that he'd normally never even dare to trust someone this much, because he can't help but feel utterly seen in every sense of the word right now, and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

you lower yourself onto him, giving him affectionate pecks as he pants and he nearly sobs, too exhausted to keep going.

even though he can't stand the fact that you're showering him with such affection, such gentle touches and kisses, he still lets himself indulge in your warm praise and loving gaze.

ultimately, when he's wrapped in your arms at the end of the night, he can let himself relax for once. just tonight, he'll fall asleep in comfort and dream instead of having nightmares.

[thefanficcup]

DC/DP Constantine Bingo

When Danny gets crowned High King he gets loaded with mountains of paperwork all because of one John Constantine. So instead of dealing with it he turns Constantine's sold soul pieces into a currency for favors from the King. (Claming John's soul for himself to end all debates)

Then because Constantine will likely continue to sell his soul carelessly Danny makes an official decree that anyone who wants can create a 5 by 5 grid of beings/situations/etc. John will se his soul to and send it to Clockwork to officially enter the bingo, creating a realms wide bingo with prices. Along with this comes a ruling that of John comes to you and wish to sell his soul in return for a favor that you can do, you must accept, preventing people from cheating.

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This of course makes John very paranoid. It suddenly got very easy to trade his soul and many beings even seemed eager to do it. Despite them knowing it would not give them the ownership of his soul.

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What happens when Danny receives an update on the bingo, in the form of a green postit-note, in the middle of a dinner at Wayne manor.

It could either be a meet your partners family dinner or a adopted danny dinner.

Anyway now he either has to come clean about being a ghost, the ghost king, or make up a story about befriending ghosts and getting invited to the bingo that way.

Bonus points if Danny name dropps Constantine without knowing that the Wayne's are the bats and that John had shared his paranoia with his coworkers.

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I am not a writer but if you like this and want to write it your self, be my guest, just tag me so I can read it👻👻

[asurrogateblog]

paul is dead trutherism isn't taking it far enough we need to invent even weirder conspiracies. suggestions include:

paul isn't dead because he never existed in the first place he's a symptom of mass hysteria and if we all just face reality and stop believing in him he'll finally disappear

paul did die in a car crash but the other three necromanced him back to life so it's basically a wash

paul did die in a car crash but after they hired billy shears to replace him they summoned paul's ghost and got billy possessed so it's basically a wash

paul is john's childhood imaginary friend that he imagined so vividly he came to life (this could also work in the reverse direction but john's current real-life occupation is already "paul's imaginary friend")

paul, john, george, and ringo are actually all the same guy who's in a closed-loop reincarnation situation as karmic punishment

[fferthe]

YOU

[mysticcroissant]

Kitty and Logan (Soul Eater au)

For @kittybot57

[chubs-deuce]

Alastor and Charlie getting married, when they kiss there's a flash of green light

Marriage, what an amazing deal the two are now apart of

hey funfact this actually inspired a huge fic idea I'm now trying to sort out!!!

I can't promise it'll get anywhere bc I get stuck on the dumbest things when it comes to writing, but I had one hell of a brainstorm session for it earlier and am kind of working on an outline for the plot of it on the side now sdjkskhfd

[palfriendpatine66]

Your pal over here bringing you a 4am fic rec so you KNOW it’s a good one:

If you haven’t already, go read Sacred to the Gods by @renlyslittlerose. I have never read a better depiction of Obi-Wan and Anakin. It’s heartbreaking. It’s agony. It’s the perfect portrayal of the tragedy that the love was there but it wasn’t enough. That they both knew they were on the wrong path but kept on, hoping they could find their way back.

It is the most obikin fic of all time. Quite possibly the most Star Wars. It is perfect.

[spiderin-space]

Always fun meeting new lambs 😩

(feat. The designs of @ricknonsence and @winterpantsu respectively)

[baffledapple]

i've been pretty convinced already that alastor is INCAPABLE of not smiling but the finale has really cinched that in holy shit

my man can't even frown his shadow has to do it for him

even when he's losing his shit cause he almost fucking died he STILL couldnt frown

[thesupernaturalhouse]

I just want yall to know I am drawing smth for the accidental overlord vaggie, someone requested it and it's basically-

Vaggie calculating how many people owe her favors(gave her their soul)

[roseseatea]

New Rain Code OC just dropped, (info subject to change!)

Name: Soul Eis

Forensic Forte: Memory Perception

Soul can peer into the memories of people from a first person perspective. Soul can also view the dead’s memories, but the amount of time he can view decreases the longer the victim has been dead ; 24 hours after death, Soul can no longer view the memories. Soul has to physically touch the person to see their memories, even if it's just a bump in the shoulder or a poke on the cheek (he has to consciously choose someone to see their memories).

About:

Part of a group of rogue master detectives who are ex-members of the WDO. All of them have either left of their own accord or have been kicked out.

Soul left the organization due to not agreeing with their principles or how they operate.

The ex-members of the WDO end up joining a detective agency affiliated with Amaterasu Corporation (hence why the badge is a combo of the WDO and Amaterasu logos)

The agency is there so that Amaterasu can say “we don’t need the WDO’s detectives, we have our own capable ones.

Soul doesn’t necessarily agree with Amaterasu’s principles either, but says he would rather perish than be associated with the WDO.

Childhood friends with Luna Luckytune

Was still on the quiet side as a child, but was more optimistic. He has since grown jaded and anti-social. Does have a sense of care for his other members however.

Will I actually bother drawing all of the ex-WDO detectives....we'll see...

[chr0n1c-ag0ny]

Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.

kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.

Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.

their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.

when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.

when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.

they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.

its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.

but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.

His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.

Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.

"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.

his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.

he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.

when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.

"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."

Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.

Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.

Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.

he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.

but tonight's different, so different.

Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.

when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.

he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.

Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.

"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.

"I missed you too,"

there's a moment of silence.

"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.

"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.

Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.

but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.

his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.

but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.

Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.

"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"

"yes, Dazai?"

"don't go."

"I won't."

"promise?"

"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."

he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"

Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.

"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."

there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.

"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.

there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.

he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.

"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).

it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?

his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).

he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.

he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.

[cheyla-v]

Death's Favored Ones, ch. 8:

… He possibly needed to ask Queen Mariana to strengthen the seal she had placed on him, if his instincts to court and hunt were starting to make themselves known. After all, she had said that it would only last until the next Hunt, which was right around the corner now. 

Or he could decide to just get the whole debacle over with and find himself a Circle. He would also get rid of some of the nagging he’d been dealing with over the years, which would be a not-small benefit in his opinion.

But he didn’t think he had the patience to find and court an entire Circle at this time. And he knew that once he started the process, he was unlikely to stop until he had completed his Circle.

[sazernac]

The energy that some people put into hating HOTD is crazy. Like you’re just sitting there checking off a list of things you’re determined to find negative about then show every Sunday? Then rant about it and do it all over again consistently for 8 weeks? A show where according to these people, nothing happens? All the characters are disappointing?? The writing is terrible?? And yet you keep watching?? That’s quite a lot of commitment for something you claim to hate so much.