#i adopted him back in may

[sunsetzer]

It just occurred to me that my kitten has not graced tumblr with his presence yet.

Behold: Draco

[densitywell]

there's nothing orym would ask of the other hells that he wouldn't do himself, which is sort of the problem, really

[tblsomedoodles]

Adopted Donnie Au (b/c you all got me thinking about it more so it needed art.)

Basically Donnie ends up in 03 b/c he and Leo literally ran into Hob and Donnie got grabbed before they could run away. He was scared, but when he realized Hob was going to grab Leo too, he panicked. Queue ancestor assisted portal swallowing both Hob and Donnie.

His escape was a little more difficult than Angie's was, resulting in claw marks on his shell and arm that eventually scar. (i might go over that more in a different post. we shall see)

But the main difference (other than the fact it's donnie) is that when Donnie is eventually sent back to Rise, he doesn't handle it as well as Angie, at least emotionally.

Donnie doesn't talk about the last ten years (only occasionally referencing a Papa and uncles but never goes into detail.) He throws himself into his work, which isn't particularly hard since the lair needs a LOT of it. He basically tries to pretend nothing is wrong, bottling up those emotions so he doesn't have to deal with them. He's basically decided that he can't go back so why bother thinking about it.

(not for lack of ability to go back. Donnie would have helped Don make the return portal so he could have easily built his own and adjusted it to his needs. But his brothers need him. Without him they barely had heat for the winter. He's afraid of what would happen to them if he went back.)

So, post Krang, when Mikey surprises him with a portal open to 03 and his Papa walking through it, those bottled up emotions suddenly arn't so bottled anymore. He spends the next several hours clinging to, and crying on, Raphie b/c 2 years worth of emotions have broken containment and refuse to be ignored any longer.

also, bonus funny thought to end on:

Purple jacket episode would probably go a lot like this

yes, Adopted Donnie swears. a lot. : )

[batsight]

Star Flower, loner, Medic of SkyClan

She/Her, cis bisexual

Mother: Turnip

Father: One Eye

Adoptive Father: Skystar

Siblings: Unnamed, all deceased.

Design notes:

-She is styled after the Pokemon, Ogerpon

-The plants are a physical part of her body. They grow out of her.

-She is the physical embodiment of The Blazing Star.

Story notes: [Abuse CW]

-She was born as a normal kitten to a traveling band of rogues who loved to trade and spread their music. Unfortunately, this band died out to a plague, one that nearly took her own life. Desperate to save his family, her father Carrot traveled to a set of tunnels in Sanctuary Lake rumored to house a reality-bending god. He asked the god for a cure, and the god asked for his eye in return. They made the exchange, and he retrieved a glowing, golden, five pointed flower. However, he was too late to save most of his family, so the entire cure went to his surviving kit. He wasn't expecting her to survive the night given her fragile state and the dubiousness of the exchange...

-But the next morning, she was perfectly fine- great, even. If a little... odd... were those buds growing on her paws...?

-It only got stranger from there. When Carrot ended up finding more cats suffering from the plague, just a few calming purrs from his kit seemed to have them ripe and ready to go the next morning. Carrot understood then what had happened- his kit had become the cure herself. And cats were starting to look towards them more, started begging for her healing, for anything. And Carrot had lost everything... wasn't it time to start winning stuff back?

-And so, the pair became One Eye and Star Flower, for recognition's sake. The two formed their own small group, filled with cats Star Flower had healed. Star Flower loved to spread her magic where she went, to save cats from the brink of death and be showered with their love and appreciation. They felt like they owed a great debt to her, and she enjoyed that.

-She was very close with her father, even if their relationship could be strained. One Eye loved her, but to an extent, he also used her. He grew arrogant in his success, believing he had become the accomplice to a god, and began to hold that over cats who fell sick. He grew desperate for control and Star Flower was his key to that.

-One day, however, her father's group encountered the early clans. They were just beginning to settle down, work out their new rules, and declare borders. But what caught the group's attention was the near murder of a young kittypet, almost mauled to death by proto-SkyClan's leader, Skystar. Unable to heal wounds with her magic, Star Flower managed to bring the cat to a twoleg, who took her away.

-Appalled by the cruelty, Star Flower took a great interest in Skystar's group, and witnessed several of his other crimes against his cats and the other groups. As did One Eye, who, seeing the early signs of a plague, had an idea to put this cat and the other leaders in their place.

-One Eye and Star Flower joined the group, with One Eye acting as a curious loner, flattering Skystar with praise. Skystar enjoyed his company, and so One Eye grew in the rank rather quickly. He also took a great interest in Star Flower and her abilities. After murdering Tom, who insulted the cats and attempted to attack them, One Eye took the chance to take control over the group, overpowering Skystar and using Star Flower's power to keep the remaining cats in line- everything is going to be okay, you'll get your cure... if you stay in line and do as One Eye says.

-This went on for a moon, of Star Flower holding her magic over the heads of her clients to keep their loyalty towards One Eye. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel pride at it all at helping her father.

-Ultimately, One Eye was overthrown and killed when Skystar came back with reinforcements from the other clans. The rest of the rogues they'd accumulated ran off, and suddenly, Star Flower was alone. She'd never been without her father, and running would mean abandoning his grave, which she didn't want. But... this place had been a home to her for some time now, and she needed a place to stay. SkyClan had taken all of the available territory in the area, anyways, and she was in no shape to brave the other territories or twolegplace. So she offered her power to SkyClan as a peace offering and asked for shelter in return.

-Skystar was still sore from the event, but he couldn't deny that having Star Flower as an asset would be beneficial to him in the long run. And around this point, his son Thunderstar had disowned him and split off ThunderClan from SkyClan. He felt that he was losing allies, losing family, and he latched on to desperate Star Flower very quickly- as a cat who would never disobey him.

-Skystar takes Star Flower under his wing as his new child, her new ward, instating her as a medic. And because she is loyal to a fault, she won't disobey a new leader so similar to her father. And so, he pushes her to do humiliating things in front of the camp, ranging from general chores like tick baths, to forcing her to run laps around camp with an injury if she took too long to work her magic. He would take out his frustration from gatherings on her and berate her over the most menial things. He would make her withhold her power to help anyone in the clan who had displeased him. And if Star Flower ever tried to stick up for herself, all he had to do was remind her of what she did, how she helped torment his cats by holding a cure over their heads to help out her father.

-This went on for years, Star Flower becoming more and more despondent. One night, there was a particularly stressful gathering, in which Skystar got into a territorial dispute with Thunderstar over a pack of dogs ravaging the territories. He lost the dispute, came home, and immediately took it out on Star Flower, shouting at and attacking the molly for "taking too much food she didn't deserve". And something in Star Flower finally snapped, and for the first time, she didn't save a life- she took one. And another. And another. As many as what remained in Skystar's soul. She was discovered taking his very last life in his nest, while she was wondering if she could pin it on the dogs. She escaped the camp, and wandered the territory for the rest of her life.

-Unfortunately, while she finally won against Skystar in the moment, it was history who decided the victor. Sparrowstar declared that they couldn't let a tragedy like this happen ever again, and doubled down on banishing rogues. Every rogue-born cat was looked at with suspicion from then on, and as the decades began to pass, Star Flower's story became twisted and bent. As the story is told, a rogue had infiltrated SkyClan's camp asking for help, but had manipulated and charmed the leader with her prowess and rose in the ranks just high enough to take him out and attempt to claim his spot. Her story was used as a cautionary tale against rogues, warning cats against those who would infiltrate the camp and rot it from the inside. Eventually, even her true name was lost to time...

Rotten Flower, Warrior of The Dark Forest

Skystar didn't hesitate to throw her in the depth of the Dark Forest when she died. She wears her mask constantly, trying to keep away from the sickness of the muck. She's embraced the false myth made about her, claiming to have killed a founder for power and prestige. But in reality, it's been so long that she's forgotten her family, her power, her name. She barely even remembers Skystar himself. Though she's admired in the Dark Forest for her achievements, she doesn't hang around anyone, and acts hostile to those who approach her.

Perhaps someone can help her remember who she truly is...?

[catherine-sketches]

I love (read: fucking hate it) that the existence of Hotel Obsidian in both the Umbrella and Sparrow time line implies that Reginald adopted exactly seven kids both times not because he could not get more, but because seven was the exact number he needed to use as batteries and drain off all life to have his “rewrite the universe” plot.

They were always just batteries to him. To be used an disposed.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

Oh hey @thefantasmarex and all other Cap adopts Kon AU enthusiasts

Fun idea, but Billy has delt with resurrections and spirits before and can visit different afterlives and gods for many a reason. How much you wanna bet he’d go on a huge, months long search across every afterlife and banging on the door of every pantheon looking for Conner after he dies?

Or failing that, Superboy Prime is canonically a prisoner of the Monsterlands in the rebirth comics; so how much you wanna bet Billy is going to make his life hell after taking away a member of his family?

[jessicas-pi]

So This Was A Little More Angsty Than I Recalled...

We’re probably both going to be bruised black and blue by the time this is over, Ezra thinks, blocking a hard swing and throwing it right back. The sun was setting when they started, and it’s nearly dark now.

Sabine’s eyes glow too gold for comfort in the dusky night. Just like he has every day for the last month, he bites his tongue and holds back his questions.

Hera and Zeb won’t tell him about whatever happened to Sabine on Malachor, Kanan and Okadiah are as lost as Ezra is, and if Ahsoka knows anything, she’s not telling. When Ezra brought it up to Mom and Dad, they just told him to be there for Sabine.

He’s been trying.

Sabine has not been cooperating.

So after a month of being there with no success, Ezra gave up and decided that it was time for some non-optional friendship bonding time, but even his best efforts at finding a so-bad-it’s-good holofilm like they used to watch together, even after making some really good movie snacks, all for her, she sulked and complained the whole time, being so—so—infuriating that before he knew it, they were yelling in each others’ faces about tropes.

Ezra stopped yelling, stopped the film, took her by the arm, dragged her outside into the Atollon landscape, and said that they were going to beat the crap out of each other.

(For Mandalorians, sparring is training, recreation, and even courtship. He figured… maybe it would work as therapy, too?)

He doesn’t feel bad about throwing the first punch, because she hit back twice as hard. Ezra thinks his lip is split from a hard hit to the front of his helmet, and Sabine’s knuckles are scraped raw and bloody. They circle each other, slower now than when they started. Her hair has blown out of her braid and sticks to her face in the heat.

It’s a little bit pretty, but now definitely isn’t the right time to think about that.

Sabine rolls one shoulder—he thinks it’s where he landed a decent punch.

“Had enough, tin can?” she demands, but the tension has started to drain from her body and she sounds a little closer to playful than he thought she could ever be again.

“Not if you’ve still got that attitude, wizard girl.”

“You’re gonna regret that,” Sabine warns. She settles into a stance, rocking a little, coiled like a spring.

“Probably,” Ezra agrees.

She draws a breath, and Ezra must have blinked or something, because in the space of an instant, she’s flown at him. He can barely see her in the dark and even the night vision in his helmet doesn’t help.

But he has a split second of advantage. In pure chance, she overextends, and he slams into her, sending them both tumbling through the Atollon dust.

She’s up on her feet again right away—or at least she would be, but Ezra snags her wrist, and drags her back down, flipping over so she’s neatly pinned beneath him.

All he needs is a knife to hold to her throat and it would be a near-perfect replica of the scene in the holofilm that started their stupid fight in the first place.

Sabine doesn’t say anything. She just lies on her back in the dust, looking up at him with the eyes that always seemed to see through his mask, but now they don’t look like they’re seeing anything. He hopes she’s processing her emotions and not disassociating.

Ezra is about to move off of her when something catches his eye, and he brushes some of her hair away from her face. It clings—not with sweat, but with blood. There’s a cut on her cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” he breathes, not sure what he’s even saying, and he draws away.

Flying up, her hand seizes his wrist, gripping painfully tight, even as her sharpening gaze fixes right where his eyes would be.

Ezra swallows dryly. The look she gives him is making him feel a thousand things that he doesn’t really want to sort out, now or ever.

“Sabine?” he asks. “What…”

He trails off. Her thumb slides to the little space between his glove and his sleeve, pulling the cloth back. Never looking away from his face, she pulls his arm up and softly kisses the pulse of his wrist.

“You’re dangerous, Ezra,” she smiles, breath on his skin.

Then, like the Spectre she is, Sabine is gone.

[cagedcats]

Had to draw Rosy meeting Fireheart for @redux-iterum

Rosy my beloved <3 petition for Fireheart to take his sister to meet the RiverClan cats (please how could you say no to her)

[aroaceleovaldez]

related to my previous post - i am now once again thinking about Jason specifically introducing himself as the son of Jove and Juno rather than Jupiter and Juno (because “Jove” specifically usually refers to Jupiter as a father-god) and i think that’s Very Fun

[minty-bunni]

If Dash doesn't have a future in football, he may have one in mechanics. A kid putting together a haunted house room with an original ride about the horrors of foot fungus and animatronics is pretty advanced.

I see him as a car dude so maybe he'll go on to restoring old cars or something if football doesn't work out.

[singswan-springswan]

favorite batfam au is Talia Al Ghul Wayne. Shrike. butcher bird. she becomes a cryptid but she is not a poor little meow meow unlike her husband and his furry friend burglar. batfam at peak functionality. Damian is soooooo unstoppable

[yuridovewing]

“oh ha ha the theory where ashfur is dovewing and ivypools father is so cringe”

[strywoven]

@bitterarcs has requested a story : Considering all the rumours Reno had heard about her, the spark of an idea came instantly . . actually, it arrived after he killed someone. Idea and execution were two entirely different things however. It took a decent amount of money for a cake artist to make cake and chocolate to look like a severed hand. Nails, veins, flesh — it all looked surprisingly genuine except for the blood which was little more than crimson syrup. The hand was wrapped with single thin red bow and placed inside a box. If Verona did not eat people, then the thing would be a delicious treat. However if she actually did enjoy flesh and blood, she would've found it very disappointing. Either way, it was a trick or treat. 🎃

belated oct. 31st things.

Rumors are often founded by some modicum of TRUTH .  To say that Verona is a character who left behind a history of barbarism and bloodshed is no sore hyperbole ; alas , for every hand she shook in diplomacy , there was another she tore and devoured.  As with ShinRa , Verona’s power came in totality from f e a r , from the reaping of the sins and lucrative wretchedness of man.

But the world has changed ( is making to change , at least ) , a new era dawns as the sun sets on such a time ( however glorious it might have once been ) .  Once-enemies are looking inward , doing the i m p o s s i b l e by offering an alliance.  And despite all which has transpired between them – a past fraught with a rightly bloodied bitterness , brutality , and a seemingly endless conflict – the two pillars who cast their thrall of power over the realm now REJOINED AS ONE ENTITY .  Very few , beyond Rufus and Verona themselves who made such a dangerous decision , were content with the choice ( though some might tell you the two even still hesitate to share space & time , as if each other’s company be a bane to endure ) .  Such that it is , there is no sense stoking the ire , is there ?

That has been the general air for m o n t h s ; to give Verona a WIDE BERTH , both from distrust and warranted anxiety.  Although Rufus has given her his blessing , the rest of the Turks were slow to display the same faith.  So surprised is she to find a little … TREAT … Awaiting upon her desk for the 31st ( which also happens to be her birthday ) .  Perplexed , she blinks down at it.  There is no note , though she has a sneaking suspicion of who could have decidedly left her such a gruesome looking confection ( reno , she thinks , trying hard not to laugh , you know nothing of me & yet— ) .  A s m i l e twists the painted seams of her lips , a shake of the head given.

❝ You think you know me so well , don’t you ?  F o o l ! ❞

Hardly spoken with anything more than a playful vitriol as she regards the cake.  Perhaps it might not be a real meal to her – indeed , not exactly the cooked f l e s h she might be inclined towards – but it is very much appreciated just the same ( how sweet of him to consider her today , even if as a joke ) .  It left her a’wondering : Is this gesture of mocking good-will truly a sign of cease-fire , a symptom of faith and friendship gone unspoken ?  One may only hope.

[frostbite-the-bat]

remembering old fandoms and rps and aus i had and im realizing this isnt the first time an au version of frostbite interacted a lot with someone who at least in text had a quirk that does something to the letter s which is ironic considering their name

[warlordfelwinter]

rip chaeyra. we fudged the end of the phandelver campaign (we're all just really excited to get to waterdeep) and rolled some percentiles to see how our party did against magic brian and the dice decided one of us died and i had put life transference on my list when i was prepping spells and decided to volunteer so she went out giving her own life to save her brother. also magic brian twirled his cape and escaped so maybe celeste will get to kick him in the face one day who knows

[archersartcorner]

And 3/3 of my primary TES OCs! I have a bunch of minor OCs too, but these are the important ones! Baby boy, baby…

Here’s a link to Sven, my Nerevarine!

And here’s a link to Po, my HoK!

IDs under the cut!

[ID: Two character reference images, both for the same character, done digitally in Procreate.

The first image shows the character, Valerio, from the chest up. He's a wood elf with brown skin; brown eyes and black sclera; wavy, jaw-length, dark brown hair, two strands tied in small braids at the sides of his face; a hooked nose; and two small horn nubs on his upper forehead. His face is heavily scarred, notably on his lower right jaw, upper left brow, and left ear. He's thin-framed and wearing the Blackguard's Armor from Skyrim, a derivative of the main Thieves' Guild armor that's gray and sleeveless. Notes around his portrait read: "Valerio / Last Dragonborn, and one of the heads of the Thieves Guild. / Thalmor escapee, has been on the run for about a year now. / Just a baby fulfillin' a prophecy"

The second image is a full body picture of Valerio with selective coloring, to show where Valerio is scarred or marked in some way on the front of his body. Notably are the scars, all done in red, on his face, as described in the first image; bite marks on his right shoulder; a criss-cross pattern of scarring heavily covering his torso and thighs; and small scars dotting his fingers, more on his right hand. In blue, at his wrists, feet, and neck, are small bands. In yellow, on his upper left chest, is the Thalmor symbol. There are many notes surrounding the image, the first reads: "Scar Reference for Valerio / Info: / Red is scarring. / Blue is invisible pains. / Yellow is branding." Next to his facial scars is a note that reads: "Face mauled by a saber while hunting. Least it wasn't the Thalmor!" Next to the bite mark is a note that reads: "Teeth marks from his captor." Next to the yellow symbol on his chest, a note reads: "The branding is the Thalmor symbol." Next to his torso, a note reads: "The criss-cross scarring is meant to indicate whip marks - many welts linger." Below his hands, a note reads: "Hand scars are actually bow-nocking scars. Wear gloves, idiot." And the final note, next to his legs and in reference to the blue bands, reads: "He was in captivity for so long that his bindings had a detrimental effect on his joints. Can hurt to move for long periods of time." END ID]