#flashy ✨ reblogs

[wingssomnia-art]

Flashy costume

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✨Reblogs are appreciated✨

[darkfictionjude]

Ladies, gentlemen and other folk who see themselves outside those groups, please be advised! This is not for the faint of heart. TW: racism, sexism, bigotry, parental abuse, exploitation, alcoholism, smoking, swearing, sexually explicit content. Very much of the time period.

After a life of general obscurity, in 1937 you come out of hiding to star in the biggest production in Hollywood history. Hopefully, your own demons, those imagined and those very much real don't tear you apart before the closing scene!

Greer Monroe 🎭

Your co-star. With beginnings in comedy, he's trying to be seen as a serious actor. He's everything a person believes a leading man to be. 29 years old.

Preference: he's an actor, of course he's had gay sex men or women.

Magenta Wey 💎

Your other co-star. After a recent... scandal she's seeking to move past that event with a new role. A classic blonde bombshell. 30 25 years old.

Preference: women.

Jack Harlow🎙️

A singer. Wishes he could sing his own songs instead of giving the best ones to bigger artists. Handsome in his way, just not as flashy as those on the screen. 27 years old.

Preference: men.

Ashley Booker 📽️

The director. Hit it out of the park five years before and after a serious of failures, seeks to make a comeback. Everyone says Ash is good-looking, but Ash doesn't like the image in the mirror. 32 years old.

Preference: is partial to women but is curious about men.

Renata (?) 💋

At all the major parties but no one can say much about her. She comes with a retinue or girls and leaves with them. Apart even within a group, and seems uninterested in the glamour of Hollywood. Whispers say she’s a lady of the night. Looks to be in her early 30s.

Preference: men, cis and trans. Demisexual and touch avoidant.

You ✨

Your middle name is Sky. Do you want to be famous? Is it to fill the void inside? It's far too late to make anyone proud.

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Also if you could reblog that would help a lot :)

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[wonderrgrave]

✨🍓🐞 Giorno Giovanna Headcanons 🐞🍓✨

"What’s it like dating Italy’s softest mafia boss"

He’s the type to remember the smallest details.

You mentioned once just once that you liked a particular flower when you were walking past a garden together? Expect it mysteriously growing near your window the next morning. Giorno swears he has no idea how it got there, but he’s smiling just a bit too smugly for that to be the truth.

He’s super gentle when he touches you.

Like, almost hesitant. Whether it’s holding your hand, brushing a hair out of your face, or pulling you into a hug, he handles you like you’re something precious. Not fragile but something to be treasured. He always lingers a little, like he’s soaking in the moment.

Giorno loves sitting in quiet, peaceful places with you.

His ideal date isn’t anything loud or flashy it’s sitting beneath a tree in a sunny field, with your head in his lap while he gently braids flowers into your hair. He’ll hum softly, run his fingers through your hair, and occasionally glance down just to smile at how peaceful you look.

He’s lowkey obsessed with making things for you using Gold Experience.

Matching flower crowns? Done. A mini cherry tree that grows fresh fruit right in your shared garden? Already planted. A little turtle that lives in your room just to keep you company while he’s away on Passione business? He named it after you.

Giorno doesn’t smile often in public, but with you?

He lights up. His smiles are soft and sincere, like a golden sunrise. He’s not loud about how much he loves you, but you can feel it in everything he does, from the way he tucks your jacket around you when you’re cold, to the way he watches you when you’re talking, fully enchanted.

He calls you "Tesoro."

("My treasure.") His voice gets softer when he says it, almost reverent. He doesn’t throw around pet names lightly, but when he uses them… it means everything.

He falls asleep with his hand in yours.

Even if he’s exhausted and working late at his desk, he’ll reach for you. Sometimes you wake up and find a flower has bloomed between your fingers where your hands are clasped. His subconscious way of saying, “I’m happy you’re here.”

Reblog if you’d let Giorno Giovanna turn your garden into a fairytale and kiss your knuckles like a prince from a storybook...

Because same.

[luis-michael6160]

Clark Kent's morning routine

[story collection] <- more storys here

Metropolis, 6:17 a.m.

In the soft half-light of his apartment, the day hasn’t truly begun yet. The city hums quietly beyond the tall windows, and a lone figure standing still before the mirror breaks the silence with the faint rustle of a shirt sliding over skin.

Clark Kent dresses carefully. Not with the solemnity of a warrior preparing for battle, but with the precision of a man who doesn’t want to be noticed.

A crisp white shirt, perfectly ironed. The collar slightly starched. One button, then another. Nothing flashy. Nothing that says “look at me.”

Black pants hug legs too strong to ignore—legs that could break through walls if they wanted to. He adjusts his tie with a neat, simple knot. Dark gray, no pattern. Enough to look put-together, not enough to stand out. The black jacket. Briefcase waiting on the floor. Everything fits.

He approaches the bathroom mirror. The bright light reveals a handsome face—angular, powerful. Undeniable. Too much, even.

His hair, freshly dried, falls like a perfectly styled wave. Too polished.

He lifts his hands and runs them through the curls with deliberate carelessness. Lets them fall over his forehead, loose. Almost messy. But not really. Exactly as they need to be—not to attract attention.

Perfect for a man who wants to fade into the background.

He looks at himself. Studies his reflection. Lips purse slightly, and for a moment, he smiles with that steel confidence he carries inside.

“Bad move, Clark...” he mutters.

That’s not his smile.

He fixes it. Smiles again. Softer this time. Like he’s asking permission to smile. Unsure if he’s allowed.

Now it’s right.

His posture shifts, too. His back instinctively straightens like a pillar, but he forces it to relax. Shoulders slightly rounded, as if carrying a weight he doesn’t want anyone to see. A great presence shrinking itself out of respect. Out of humility. Out of shyness.

Clark Kent is beautiful. Tall, strong. But he doesn’t want to be seen. Not fully. He wants to be heard, to be overlooked, to be forgiven when he trips over a chair or spills his coffee.

He wants to be human.

And he likes it.

He likes being awkward. Likes not knowing everything. Likes loving and being loved for who he is when he takes off the cape. Likes being no god. Likes making mistakes.

He glances at his reflection one last time.

He’s ready to go.

Crossing the room, briefcase swinging from his hand, the light now streaming more confidently through the window—the world is calling.

At the Daily Planet, Jimmy Olsen sees him walk in. Clark smiles, sets the briefcase down, and pulls him into a warm, firm hug that draws a nervous laugh from Jimmy.

“Morning, Clark. What’s gotten into you?” he asks.

“Nothing. Just... glad to see you, I guess.”

And then he sees her. Lois.

She’s reading something, cup in hand, brows furrowed.

Clark steps closer. His footsteps soft, measured. He leans in, kisses her cheek, then, gathering a bit more courage, brushes his lips against hers. Brief. Human.

She shoots him a look, equal parts curious and amused.

“Who gave you permission to be this sweet before sunrise?”

Clark shrugs, smiling shyly.

“Just a guy going to work,” he says.

And in that moment, that’s all he is.

No gods, no powers, no flights or lightning bolts. Just a man. A strong, handsome, shy man. A giant walking among men as if asking for permission to exist.

And today, he just wants to be one of them.

If you enjoyed this little glimpse into Clark’s quiet world, please like and reblog to share the love. Got thoughts? Drop a comment—I’d love to hear what you think! If you want to support more stories like this, consider buying me a coffee on [Ko-fi]. Every little bit helps. Thanks for being here. 💙✨

[velogriffspecies]

🪽✨ VELOGRIFF — OPEN SPECIES ✨🪽

A whimsical, feral-only fantasy species

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🌿 What Are Velogriffs?

Velogriffs are mystical, deer-meets-bird quadrupeds with soft features, curling tails, and a wild elegance. Their presence evokes floating sky islands, dreamscapes, and enchanted woods.

This is an open species—you can freely create your own Velogriffs, no permission or MYO slots required!

Create them for:

➤ Personal characters

➤ Adopts (yes, you can sell them!)

➤ Customs for others

➤ 3D models & animations

➤ Worldbuilding, fandom AUs, and more

Just remember: they are feral-only—Velogriffs walk on all fours only!

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🦷 REQUIRED TRAITS (Every Velogriff must include these):

✦ Wiggly line markings somewhere on the body

✦ Bird wings (any size or type, even decorative)

✦ Front hooved legs

✦ Back pawed legs with fluffy ankles

✦ A poofy deer-like tail with a noticeable curl at the tip

✦ Fluffy neck fur/feathers that clearly stop at the chest

✦ Wing-shaped ears

✦ A “mask” marking on the face

These traits define the species—be as creative as you want beyond them!

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🩰 Body Type Guide:

Most Velogriffs appear slim, long-limbed, and agile, often with long necks and sleek frames perfect for weaving through forests or leaping across cloud-touched cliffs.

That said, all body types are allowed—as long as the core traits are present, Velogriffs can be fluffy, stubby, long, bulky, and more!

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🎨 You’re Free To:

✔️ Make as many as you want

✔️ Sell or trade adopts

✔️ Design customs

✔️ Animate or model them

✔️ Include them in your stories, worlds, or projects

✔️ Draw the mascot if you’d like!

📌 When posting, please tag with #velogriffspecies

This helps others find your art and keeps the community connected!

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🦋 Mascot: Vivily

Vivily is the official Velogriff mascot!

They go by they/they pronouns and are best described as energetic, flashy, and adorably snobby.

They love being in the spotlight and meeting other Velogriffs, and you're welcome to draw them if you want to show love for the species!

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🌟 Join the Flock!

Velogriffs are open, expressive, and full of potential—make one today and help the species grow!

Be sure to use the tag #velogriffspecies to share your art, stories, and designs with others.

✨ Reblog to spread the magic and help more Velogriffs take flight! 🪽💫

[spider-mandaily]

🎄✨ Merry Christmas from Spider-Mandaily! ✨🎄

Hey, Spidey fans!

As the snow falls (or maybe just a light drizzle depending on where you are), I wanted to swing by and wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Thank you for being part of this amazing community – your love for all things Spider-Man makes this space so special. Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, I appreciate every like, reblog, and comment.

This time of year reminds me a lot of our favorite wall-crawler – it's not about the flashy gifts or the biggest tree, but about the little things that make the season special. Like Peter Parker, we know that being there for the people we care about is the real gift. Whether it's family, friends, or the found family we build along the way, showing up matters.

Christmas is kind of like being Spider-Man – it’s not always easy, but the smallest acts of kindness (even if it’s just holding the door open or texting an old friend) can make someone’s day a little brighter. Maybe we can’t web-sling through the city, but we can all spread a little warmth in our own neighborhoods.

I hope your holiday is filled with joy, good vibes, and maybe even a Spider-Man marathon or two! Let’s carry that Spidey spirit of hope, resilience, and kindness into the new year.

So, here’s to you – for getting through the tough days, for celebrating the small victories, and for keeping hope alive.

May your holidays be filled with joy, love, and just a little bit of Spidey’s luck. 🎁

Stay safe, stay warm, and as always – stay amazing! 🕷️

– Spider-Mandaily

[asteralis-01]

" I am in the Space between the Stars and the Sky "

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Redoing my pinned !!

General info:

- names : Starlight, Astro, Cosmo, Eclipse (or whoever is fronts name)

- prn: it/star/bun

- important ids : autistic, MaDD, arfid, Genderfluid, Omnisexual, plural, transosdd/transplural, permaanon, 420queer

Do not bring to my page - homestuck, mha, political stuff (I will interact with the politics I am ready/able to interact with), hate on source materials (ocs!!, Sally face, Little Nightmares, fnaf, poppy playtime, Minecraft. Any and all hate on ocs will be blocked immediately)

Heavy gore/unsettling content accounts will be blocked. Just for my health. --- tag sys oOoOo - active + checking dms/inbox xXxXx - semi active, not checking/responding zZzZz - Not online *✨ Starlight Screaming - talks/vents/rants of the sort *✨ Celestial Hoard - id hoard *✨ Voids from Afar - reblogs *✨ The Unholy Star - nfsw tag (block if you do not like nfsw) *✨ Chry-ing :3 - Homeworld mems / oc stuff --- Flashie blinkies !!

[babyminty]

(This isn’t a request, I know you’re requests are closed for ds I have simply come here to ramble :3 )

Saw your reblog with Tengen and the little comment you left at the bottom and I just would like to say I would love to see any ideas you have for regressor Tengen 👀

I also see him more as a caregiver but I could also imagine the most chaotic toddler running around causing ✨flashy✨ chaos, driving the other pillars crazy. And him and Rengoku regressed together would be adorable. Feel like if there is ever a quiet moment with those two it means they’re definitely plotting XD

Ooo! Definitely! I can totally see him and Rengoku hanging out when they are regressed and causing some trouble, though I think most of it would be Uzui's ideas and Rengoku just following along. I'm not sure who the caregiver would be, though. Maybe Giyuu?

[scholarlyequestrian]

The Spanish Riding School Grand Finale Like You’ve Never Seen: 450 years...

🕊️✨ The Grand Finale – A Love Letter to the Spanish Riding School ✨🕊️

Imagine this:

You're standing beneath glittering chandeliers in a white-marble hall in Vienna. The silence is sacred. Then, the music begins. A line of snow-white stallions enters, their riders dressed in ceremonial tailcoats and bicorne hats. What follows is not just a performance—it's a living piece of history.

Welcome to the Grand Finale of the Spanish Riding School. Welcome to 450 years of tradition, preserved in motion.

🐎 The Lipizzaner stallions—icons of classical dressage—move with quiet strength and precision. Every piaffe, passage, and capriole isn't just a trick… it's a legacy. These were once battlefield maneuvers. Now, they're high art.

💫 This is Haute École, where the bond between horse and rider goes beyond words. No loud cues. No flashy gear. Just subtlety, discipline, and absolute trust.

And the Quadrille? It’s like watching a waltz on horseback. Four to eight horses in perfect unison, every step choreographed down to the heartbeat.

But here’s the part that hits the soul: This isn’t for competition. There are no scores. It’s for tradition. For beauty. For memory.

🕰️ Every Grand Finale marks the end of a journey—for the stallions who’ve trained since age 4, for the riders who’ve spent over a decade learning the craft, and for us, the audience, reminded that not everything beautiful needs to be judged.

So take a deep breath, and let yourself be transported to Vienna. Let the echoes of hoofbeats tell you a story that began in 1572—and still rides on today.

🎥 Watch the full performance here: [Insert YouTube Link] 🖤 Reblog if you believe some legacies are too important to be forgotten.

#SpanishRidingSchool #Lipizzaner #Vienna #EquestrianArt #GrandFinale #ClassicalDressage #HauteEcole #HorseLove #Tradition #HistoryInMotion #TumblrEquestrian #Lipizzaners #Horseblr #EquestrianAesthetic #TimelessBeauty

[catkify]

✨ How to Wash a Car with a Wrap Without Totally Ruining It ✨ 🖤 For all my vinyl-wrapped car lovers who want shine without the damage — this one’s for you.

So you finally wrapped your car and it looks 🔥... now what? Here’s how to wash a car with a wrap like a pro (without turning it into a horror story):

💧 Skip the drive-thru — those spinning brushes? Vinyl’s worst enemy. 🧼 Use a pH-balanced, wrap-safe soap — gentle is the name of the game. 🧽 Soft microfiber mitts only — because scratches are not aesthetic. 🚿 No aggressive pressure washing — stay back at least 12 inches. 🌞 Air dry or pat dry — no swirl marks allowed on your masterpiece.

Treat your car like the rolling art it is. Respect the wrap, respect the ride. 🎨🚘 Reblog if you learned something, and tag your car-obsessed bestie 💅

#HowToWashACarWithAWrap #CarWrapAesthetic #VinylVibes #CarCareCulture #CleanCarEnergy #DetailingTips #TumblrAutoClub #StayGlossy #TrendingNow #TuesdayTips

[tommyssupercoolblog]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! <3

Okay!!! :D

Prolly not gonna forward this in case it makes people frustrated (not everyone likes chainmail and I have RSD so if they snap at me I WILL cry) but here's a quick list!!!

5. Animals!! I love animals :D :00 so cute. Friends,,,

4. Plushies. Mega ultra pog.

3. Decora. Like, bright colors my beloved, flashy "loud" outfits my beloved, tons of cute accessories my beloved, embracing your eccentricities my beloved,,, plus it's just SO CUTE AND POG I love it

2. Drawing!!! OMG I love drawing I LOVE IT

✨✨✨1. Seán,,, 🥺💓💕💕💞🥰😍😍BECAUSE❤️❤️❤️OF FUCKING❤️🧡💛COURSE IT'S HIM 💚💙HE IS ALWAYS MY💜🧡🧡💞💕🥺NUMBER ONE ✨😍🤩🥳 @septiccoffeefreak i love you so much baby 🥺🥰😘✨✨✨

anyone who wants to make their own feel free!!! We can pretend I tagged you lmao

[demonbanger]

MASTERLIST

[ CONTENTS: 1– #tag key 2– my writing 3– my art 4– my memes ]

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#TAG KEY 🔎:

- [✏️]— speaking in tongues = MY FICS

- demon papí draws = MY ART (accent on i)

- ✨ —unholy memes = memes I make / enjoy

- 🔮—ask demon daddy = answered asks

- 🪷—horny thoughts = Smut headcanons

- 🕊—announcements = announcements

- ☁️—delicious art = art reblogged from other artists

- demon clangin’ 🗣 = personal journal

- 🌙—tag games = tag games with my moots!

-Rengoku my beloved = Kyojuro content (cuz he’s my hubby)

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*NOTE: (I try to tag anything I post or reblog with the character, the fandom, and multiple variations of each as well as smut or fluff etc so more users can find the content. )

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WRITING ✍🏼

(#[✏️]—speaking in tongues) | MOSTLY 18+ FICS MDI

- DEMON SLAYER -

Akaza

- Respect Akaza Juice - Dom! Akaza x Brat Reader

Gyutaro

- Midnight Snack - Sleep Paralysis Demon! Gyutaro x College Student Reader

Kyojuro

- Consider Me Charmed - Naga! Kyo x Monster Hunter Reader (+ ART! 🎨)

- Teassser for Consider Me Charmed

Sanemi

- Fi(r)st Place - DomSwitch! Sanemi x Switch! Reader

Tengen

- Flashy Warning - Modern AU! Tengen x Girlboss! Reader

- Gym AU headcanon - Tengen x Wives x Reader

- ONE PIECE -

Captain Kid

- Don’t Fret Precious I’m Here - Incubus! Kid x Fem Reader

- -> Part 2: It Seems You’ve Forgotten Who You Belong To. It’s Alright, I’ll Remind You

- FIRE FORCE -

Captain Obi

- Baby I’m A Firefighter - Obi x Civilian Reader

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ART 🎨

(#demon papí draws , reblogs are #delicious art)

- Title Pages & Illustrations are on most of my fics

- Kyojuro’s Gym Selfie 🍑

- Sanemi & Giyuu gym selfies

- Naga Kyo from my Consider Me Charmed fic 🐍

- Metalhead Drummer Boyfriend Gyutaro 🥁

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MY MEMES (#unholy demon meme)

- Smut writers

- Gojo Wears Fenty Gloss

[tipsy-scales]

Despite starting to use tumblr again, I haven’t done a good job at updating on what has become of me since I left, so I’d like to make this special post centered on:

✨My Selim Bradley Obsession✨

“What?” You may ask. That kid from the last arc of FMA who nobody likes? Yeah yeah that’s him.

I’m exaggerating ofc by saying nobody likes him but he’s not among the ranks of Roy Mustang, Edward Elric himself, or Greed. He is not fighting for good. He is not a suave adult. He is a mean little boy.

FMA has been one of my great loves since I was 14…which was a very long time ago. To me the story is perfect and satisfying— so much that once the manga and FMAB were finished, I stopped thinking about it. (I also had a lot of embarrassment over how in love I was with Ed before that.) It was easy to leave FMA behind and move onto new things…like Fire Emblem Awakening! That is how I ended up making this blog. But over time I became sad that I was only chasing new things. Eventually, I wanted to return to the media that had shaped me and it was during summer of 2020 that I decided to revisit FMA.

Originally Ed was the character I cared most about. I remembered Selim but not enough to care about him. My taste in characters had changed drastically by the time I returned though. I actually did a rewatch a few years prior and thought Selim was really cool. This spurred me to make a Twitter thread about how he *might* be my favorite FMA character. And by the end of that thread, he WAS my favorite character. Below is my gallery where you can see the obsession awaken down to the day.

Simply put, I think he’s neat? M Robin Fire Emblem was my favorite when I was blogging here regularly. I like male characters who fight with their wits instead of flashy weapons, so I guess Pride falls into that too. I also like shadows. Darkrai is one of my favorite Pokémon. I like little boy characters with big empty eyes. I think they’re cute in probably in the same way people think squishmallows are cute. I like characters with spiky bangs I think it looks sick. There’s also something somewhat tragic about him. From things with his mother to things with his Father to the fake little family he lives in. I can spend a lot of time on this so I’ll stop there.

My little obsession (2 years and counting ahaha…) has lead me to do all kinds of things too! I’ve made new friends online! I started collecting manga beginning with FMA! I’ve gotten a bunch of merch that makes me happy. And the projects I’ve done! I’ll make a separate post of all my Selim inspired projects but gosh I learned so much by being way obsessed with a character who barely has any merch. I had to make my own merch! And then there’s…my shameful custom phone screen

(It’s actually easy to navigate once you get used to it)

Anyway I’ll stop it here! I mostly wanted people to know about my new child. I reblog him every now and then but so far people on…every one of my other social medias who saw this happen know, but tumblr doesn’t

[yeenybeanies]

Enter the Serpent

repost from my patreon! it's been a looong time since i wrote something with devin. here's a glance into some of their history before arthur :> red dead redemption | devin clarke & the snakeskin man (ocs) 1,526 words warnings of inhuman treatment & forced captivity reblogs > likes!! thanks for reading!! patreon ✨ ko-fi

He was nice. At first, he was nice.

He wore a flashy hat made of rattlesnake hide. No matter his outfit, he always had that snakeskin hat.

The circumstances of their meeting were rather embarrassing. The Snakeskin Man actually saved Devin. They’d been captured and locked up by another human—a fur trader that liked to study exotic creatures in his spare time. He’d taken quite the interest in Devin when he’d found them in one of his traps, as most any human would.

Devin swore that that trader would have vivisected them if they’d been stuck with him much longer.

The Snakeskin Man walked into Devin’s life about two weeks after their capture. The hunter was prone to spells of drunkenness, and the Snakeskin Man happened to enter the hunter’s store during one of them. He was a charismatic man with a voice like liquid silver, and a tongue to match. He spoke almost musically, with an accent from somewhere far away. After only a few words, he had the hunter under his spell.

He was looking for a new coat, he said. Something warm for the upcoming winter. Compliments and praise aplenty for the fine furs the hunter had on display.

Devin was in their usual spot, locked in a bird cage under the hunter’s desk. Whenever someone entered the store, he would nudge the cage further out of view with the toe of his boot.

Today, however, in his drunken stupor, the hunter nudged too hard, and knocked Devin’s cage over. They squeaked in alarm as it toppled and rolled until it was just peeking out from the shelter of the desk. Before the hunter could scramble to scoop it back up, Devin saw the Snakeskin Man, and he saw them. For the briefest moment, they locked eyes, his lighting up in surprise. And then the hunter’s rough hands snatched the cage and shoved it back under the desk, sending them tumbling within its bars. He sounded nervous when he spoke next, but the Snakeskin Man maintained his composure, and carried on as if nothing had happened at all.

The Snakeskin Man ended up buying a coat. He spoke to great length his appreciation of the craftsmanship, the quality, and the unusual fur coloration. So smitten was he with this coat that, according to him, money could not possibly be enough compensation! So he bestowed upon the hunter a little something extra.

What that was, Devin later found out, was a bottle of booze. It was bourbon, according to the label, but its label wasn’t like the other bourbons the hunter often drank. Whatever this was, it must have been good, and it must have been strong. Not even an hour after the Snakeskin Man had made his exit, the bottle was empty, and the hunter was passed out on his couch in the back.

A part of Devin was annoyed, as this meant that he wouldn’t be up to give them food; but another part was relieved that they didn’t have to endure his presence for at least the rest of the night.

Night fell, casting the store in darkness. Devin sat in their usual position, knees hugged to their chest and head bowed, when an unusual clicking noise snapped them out of their thoughts. They couldn’t see from their vantage, but they could hear it just fine. It sounded like someone, or something, was tampering with the door. It unlocked with a solid thunk, and swung open on groaning hinges. Devin’s hands flew up to their mouth, desperate to keep any frightened sounds contained.

Boots thumped on the wooden floors, slowly drawing nearer to the desk. Devin’s body began to shake. There was nothing they could do, nowhere they could hide. They could only sit with their back pressed to the upturned floor of their cage and watch in silent horror as the massive, silhouetted figure of a human stepped around to the desk, head tilted down.

For a second time, Devin locked eyes with the Snakeskin Man.

He lowered himself into a crouch, his gaze never leaving them, and theirs never leaving his.

“I just knew that drunken old fool had something special,” he said. A hand reached for Devin’s cage, finally breaking them from their paralysis. Though there was nowhere they could go, they still tried to run, still tried to squeeze through the cage bars.

“Woah woah woah hey…” the Snakeskin Man cooed. His voice sent a chill down Devin’s spine. They dared not look back at him, though they could hear him fiddling with the lock on their cage. Much like with the lock on the front door, he picked it in seconds. The door fell open, wire bars cracking sharply against the floors. The Snakeskin Man grimaced and spared a glance over his shoulder to the dark room behind him.

Nothing. No movement from the hunter.

“Right then,” he whispered, attention returning to Devin, “I’m getting you out of here.”

Devin hadn’t made a sound thus far, panicking in silence under this strange human, but, as soon as his fingers brushed their skin, they screamed. It was a shrill noise, almost bird-like, and grating to the ears. Those fingers clamped down around them and yanked them from the cage, surrounding them in the complete, suffocating darkness between his hands. Still, they screamed. Around them, they could feel the world shifting. The Snakeskin Man was moving, walking briskly, presumably leaving the store and the hunter behind.

Devin didn’t know for how long he walked. It felt like ages. But they continued to scream and kick and pound and claw against the tough skin trapping them.

Eventually, the fingers moved again. They curled in, squeezing down on Devin’s middle, one of their arms trapped against their side. The Snakeskin man pulled his other hand away, exposing Devin to the night air, and once more to his sharp gaze. Their throat went dry and silent.

“Quite a set of lungs on you, little one,” he said. “You’re shaking like a leaf, too. You’re not scared of me, are you? Surely—hmm.”

Without really thinking, Devin ducked their head and sank their teeth into the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. His muscles tensed around them, but he did not release his hold.

“Now now…” The snakeskin Man lifted them higher, closer to his eye level, “is that any way to treat the man that just rescued you?”

Rescued?

Devin’s jaw relaxed. They lifted their head to meet his eyes, brows furrowed.

“Ah ha. So you do understand. Do you speak as well?”

They didn’t answer. The Snakeskin Man hummed.

“You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? Just what are you, I wonder? I’ve never heard of tiny people before—not outside of children’s stories and fairytales.” He paused, eyes lighting up. “Are you a fairy?”

What? No. Devin shook their head.

The Snakeskin Man started to walk again, much to Devin’s discomfort. The streets were empty, save for one or two drunkards passed out on the porches. He made for one of the buildings—a hotel, Devin thought it was called. Before he entered, he dropped the hand holding them and stashed it into his jacket pocket. It was stuffy and dusty, and wholly unpleasant, as was this whole situation. Devin chomped down on his fingers again, but still to no avail.

What did he mean by “rescued”?

Beyond the pocket, they heard a door open and close. Then they were pulled out, a little disoriented from  all the jostling.

They were in one of the hotel rooms. It had a single bed, and a desk and chair next to the window. Atop the desk, there was a box that had some cloth scraps and a shallow dish of water. There was also a small dish with some bread and a few pieces of fruit. Devin stared down into the box, feeling their heart drop.

“Now then,” the Snakeskin Man started, “It’s a little shoddy, since I didn’t have much time to prepare it, but it’ll do for tonight.” He lowered his hand and uncurled his fingers, letting Devin scramble free of his grip. They immediately rushed to the farthest point of the box, back to the wall, eyes wide and staring up at him.

“Still not talking, hm? That’s fine. Why don’t you eat up and rest some, and we’ll talk in the morning, yeah?”

Devin glanced down at the offered food. Their stomach growled at the sight.

The walls of this box were tall—too tall for them to jump out of, and too sheer to climb. They were still stuck. This was another cage.

To the Snakeskin Man’s credit, though, he was giving them space and food and blankets. He hadn’t been excessively grabby, either. He certainly hadn’t manhandled and tossed them about to try and inspect every inch of them like the hunter had.

Devin, of course, didn’t trust him. But this was an undeniable improvement from their previous captivity. At least for now.

Once the Snakeskin Man was out of view, Devin tentatively tore off a piece of bread, sequestered themself under the provided blankets, and started to eat.

[satansaidmyturnintheh3llscape]

Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rise of the Serpentine” E4: Never Trust a Snake

“Never Trust a Snake” is actually my favorite season 1 episode, so I apologize for the person I became while making this… I also apologize for what some might consider to be excessive Lloyd love. Anyways, let’s get into it! DISCLAIMERS: Show owned by LEGO, this is not a professional review/critique and is primarily intended for comedy

Read below the cut! Comment/reblog if you read and follow for more!

- Episode title is snake-ist ❌

- Theme ✅

- Zane has his green ninja vision the same episode that Lloyd joins the team. That’s what I call ✨foreshadowing✨ ✅

- Does the golden dragon symbol on Zane’s pajama shirt count as foreshadowing for season 2? ✅

- ^Also, I’ve mentioned before that all the ninja have some sort of unique, element-based trait about their spinjitzu that makes it different (other than just the color) and I love how Lloyd’s is just ✨glitter✨ ✅

- Dream!Green Bean spinjitzu’s around a pole for literally no reason. Guess Zane just wanted to see him show off? ❌

- So Zane’s vision can predict a suit that has yet to be made and powers that have yet to be unlocked, and even picture the right eyebrows, but still gives the green ninja Kai’s voice?❌

- Also, Lloyd and the Falcon are never shown to be close or have any connection really, so why does it land on his shoulder? ❌

- Building off of the above, sin for teasing me with the potential of seeing kid Lloyd playing/messing around with the Falcon but never following through ❌

- “Sleeping in? You’re gonna be late for training.” You all look like you’re just getting out of bed now, so what makes you so different? ❌

- “We didn’t think you wanted us to. You looked like you were having some dream.” We know what Zane was dreaming about, but I’m curious as to what they thought was going on… 👀

- ^ Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil reference ✅

- “Yeah, what else did ya see?” Kai steals Cole’s voice again. Look, I love watching fictional siblings fight, but this is getting out of hand. ❌

- “The rest of the day can be used for training. And tomorrow, for that matter…” “training? For how long?” He literally just told you, Fire Cracker ❌

- Always remember that had Skales and the Fangpyre general not been friends, Lloyd would’ve started a race war.

- “I let you out of your hole for a reason” I don’t know why but this line is so f*cking funny to me ✅

- “A tussle? A tussle! But I’m Lloyd Garmadon! Bringer of evil!” ✅

- Cole walks from next to where Zane was standing to over where Jay is standing for no apparent reason other than to make it easier for the camera to pan to him so he can respond to Jay’s line ❌

- “Had you released the Constrictai😡, the Venomaari😬, or 💫heaven forbid💫 the AnacOnDrAI😧🤭 THeN we would’ve had a tUssLe~ 🙄🤬😡😤🤬🙄” Lloyd mocking people is my religion ✅

- Simp for Pythor all you want, but he’s still depicted basically like a p3doph!le ❌

- C@nnibalism! For kids! ❌

- “Lloyd Garmadon😁😇 Son of Lord Garmadon, and future dark ruler😈😈😈” ✅

- Pythor’s voice actor appreciation ✅

- “Woah! I hardly have any friends too!” Sweetie nO- ✅

- Also Lloyd voice actor appreciation ✅

- “You know, Floyd…” Oh god I’m getting old meme flashbacks

- LLOYD IS SMALL ENOUGH TO SIT ON THE HANDLE BARS OF A SCOOTER ✅

- Where are these kids’ parents?? Why are there so many unsupervised infants lined up in the middle of the town?? ❌

- Lloyd and Pythor take all this candy from a village in the mountains and then WALK it back to the tomb in the f*cking desert ❌

- By the way, how is there a school that literally teaches children to be criminals? How is that not illegal? ❌

- “Should we infiltrate using stealth?” “We’ve done that!” So? You can’t use stealth again? It’s not like it was a specific plan, it’s just sneaking in as quietly as possible. Is Kai really willing to bet the lives of countless children on the ideal of them making a flashy entrance? ❌

- “I’m still working out the kinks on that.” Isn’t Jay the inventor? Why is Cole working on the vehicles and not him? ❌

- What kind of eye sight does this child have to be able to see that tiny a*s lizard from this far away??? ❌

- First off, this whole “drop down on the anchor” thing was a terrible plan ❌

- Second, it’s also f*cking hilarious ✅

- Cole slices the ropes on the kids and skeletons horizontally, but the cuts in the ropes themselves are vertical ❌

- “Stay out of school, kids!” So you mean to tell me a part of this episode was censored and it wasn’t this line?

- OH SO THE MASK IS THIN ENOUGH FOR COLE TO BE ABLE TO COUGH ON THE DUST BUT NOT ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BREATHE THE ANTI-VENOM FROM EP 1- ❌

- Lloyd Montgomery-Garmadon? LLOYD MONTGOMERY-GARMADON?!? This poor child stood no chance. How tf did Misako think he wasn’t gonna get bullied?

- The way Jay just throws him over his shoulder >>>>>>> ✅

- Lloyd’s bowl cut ❌

- Update: the polycule has a kid now ✅

Sentence: I love my dark strange son :)💚 (if you get this reference you get a cookie🍪)

[veilder]

Okay, I'm so sorry I was late with this reblog, but damn if I didn't wanna do it some justice? Hopefully you don't mind too much, OP, but this absolutely filled me with ✨Inspiration✨ and I just had to write a little snippet, lol! So yeah, hope you like it!

The rasp of skates upon ice filled up the auditorium as Connor flew across the rink. He moved swiftly, precision in every step, as he crossed the length of the ice. He breathed--in, out--and jumped--kick off from the edge--and braced--one, two, three rotations, not enough height, no room for more--and landed--not good enough, try again. Sweat beaded his forehead as he touched down, one foot upon the ice, the other flared out in a textbook pose. There was no waver, no wobble, no spray, only a smooth, clean line that followed him as he geared up for another. His triple lutz was perfect. But a triple lutz would not win him any competitions. Round and round he circled, pushing himself for more each time. Connor cycled through his repertoire, landing each jump with that envied precision that made the Stern brothers so feared on the circuits. He ran through his combinations, his footwork, his entire long program over and over and still... Still it would not be enough. "You are the weakest link, Connor. I'm surprised you even found a place on the Olympic team after your disgrace last winter, but I suppose it can't be helped. You will just have to try not to embarrass Niles too much in Milan." Amanda's words flashed through his mind as he turned, a fissure of temper driving him towards one last, exhausted jump. 'I know I'm the weakest, Mother,' he thought as he kicked off the ice, 'but maybe... Maybe I--' One rotation, two, three now, just a bit more--! Connor came down awkwardly, the attempted quadruple axel still beyond him. Niles' specialty still beyond him. He rolled with the momentum, sliding across the rink to lay flat on his back, panting up at the dim light up above. A hollow feeling settled in his chest, something familiar, something cold. He would always be inferior in Amanda's eyes. His consistency didn't matter when the judges preferred flashy jumps and bold moves. Dimly, he wondered if he wouldn't have been better off taking up pairs skating like Silas. His twin at least seemed happy with his lot in life, far from the shadow of their prodigious younger brother. Far from Amanda's penetrating judgment. "Hey! You alive?!" With his body striving to settle itself and his mind contemplating his failures, Connor took a moment register the noise. "Hey asshole, I'm talking to you! Do you need me to call an ambulance?"

Connor turned his head, gazing off to the rink access gate and the dark-haired man scowling his way out of it. A jolt of worry had Connor slowly sitting up, the idea of being caught using the facilities after hours finally shaking him from his apathy. But the man didn't look like a security guard? No, though he was stocky and well-muscled, his sweatpants and coat had a decidedly casual look to them. The bandages across his face likewise gave the implication of a common brawler, though the abandoned hockey bag peeking out from behind him was a better, more reliable clue as to the man's identity. Like a puzzle slotting into place, Connor realized that perhaps he wasn't alone in wanting to (illicitly) use the training rink after hours. Realizing he'd been quiet for far too long now, Connor cleared his throat. "That won't be necessary," he said, rising to his feet on aching legs. He wobbled a bit, still coming down from the adrenaline high of his fall, but was able to skate over to where the man still stood.

"Yeah?" he said, gray eyes glaring at Connor suspiciously. "Looked like a pretty hard fall to me." He leaned left, peering out over Connor's shoulder to the half-lit rink behind him. "The hell were you trying to do there anyway? And what are you doing here so late? Doors shoulda been locked." Connor frowned, crossing his arms defensively. "I was practicing," he said, and then a moment later, "And what makes you think I'm here without permission?" The man mirrored his stance now, crossing his arms, too. He pointed up towards the ceiling. "Barely any lights on. Just a few of them so you can see but it looks like you're trying not to draw attention to yourself. And no music, either. Never see one of you doing a whole-ass routine with no music before." So. He'd been watching him longer than Connor was aware. He didn't know if that should worry him or if he should take it as a compliment to his focus. Either way, the man's scrutiny had his nervously shifting. "And I suppose you have permission to be here then?" he retorted, trying not to let any discomfort show. The man snorted. "Yeah, sure I do." "Really? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe." "You're forgiven," he said infuriatingly and gave a truly atrocious attempt at a wink. "Guess with no proof you'll just have to believe me." He retreated with a smirk, going over to his bag to pull out a pair of heavy-looking skates and sitting down to fasten them up. It took him no time at all, his hands obviously well-practiced, and before long, he was back there beside Connor, a rude, "Out of the way, dipshit!" echoing from him as he took to the ice. Connor watched him go, all thoughts of his previous inadequacies gone in the wake of this new, supreme annoyance. He almost wished he could stick around just to be able to get in the man's way, but his protesting legs and the slight twinge in his lower back told him it was time to call it quits for the night. Even still, he couldn't help his ire rising, looking out at the figure doing some sort of strange-looking drill. What a horrible little man. Stepping off the ice, Connor slid his skate covers on, balancing his way over to where he'd left his own things. With a quick swap, he settled back into his sneakers and made for the exit, glad to put this strange encounter behind him. It was time to go ice down his calves and back for a good long while. As Connor neared the door though he spied the loose light board he'd managed to pry open earlier. It was still ajar. Connor halted, taking one last look back at the rink where the horrid man had now retrieved a hockey stick and some pucks and seemed to be shooting at some imaginary net. Looking back to the panel, Connor felt a terrible impulse come over him, one he knew he shouldn't indulge. ... But the man did say that he had permission to be here. A little more light couldn't hurt, right? With a smirk, Connor flipped up all the switches, the dim lighting turning to intense fluorescence in an instant. As he exited the rink, he heard an indignant squawk behind him. A smile tugged at his lips. Perhaps this had been a good night after all.

____________ So yeah, there ya go! Just a little scene I had envisioned for these boyos, lol! I'm sure it's rough and full of typos, but I wrote it all in one sitting, lol, so sorry if you ran into anything weird! XD Tbh, I probably should've written from Gavin's POV, lol, since that is how the art is presented? If I ever write a follow up, it'd probably be his perspective of this same scene, their first meeting, lol. Alas, it just flowed better from Connor's POV, lol! But yeah, once again, big huge thank you to @jude-shotto for doing such an absolutely stellar job on this!! I seriously love it so much!!!! 😍😍😍 Definitely inspiring for me, as you can tell. XD And for anyone interested in the original prompt, you can find it here, as well as a bunch of my other prompts in the pinned post on my dash! And if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! ^_^

[Day 9 - Hockey player!Gavin/Figure skater!Connor: A Meet-cute -Veilder💖]

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