#possible angst

[gooberiski]

*insert super epic caption*

They are so silly they make me sob so much.

Anyways, remember what I said? About the Heathers thing?

Yeah...🫣🫣🫣

[tripleasworld]

Mumbos lore has so much angst potential I mean th computer in wich he wants to upload himself probably has a screen aand we know mumbo so it will probably have a mustache.

Now remember wich living computer also has a mustache and is closely related to mumbo lore? Right grumbot.

Now whatever you do don't imagine grumbot beeing mumbo who traveled trough space and time to ether make sure he will exist or because he's lonely and wants to meet his friends again.

[thewitchdoctor1984]

GodOdy Au

heres a new Au for yall GodOdy au. basically Athena gets so attached to Odysseus that she makes him into a god after the events of Epic the musical against his will. He is the god of families, loyalty, and like fatherhood i guess though the last one can be taken off. hes a chill god but he hates it since he cant see his wife and son after they die also hes just constantly haunted by his dead comrands since they never made it to the under world due to them never getting a proper funeral so he tried to make it right by helping mortals and punishing those who are not loyal or shitty lovers/parents.

[leysha-kun]

so, we’re making the turtles suffer from double mutations now, are we?

I shall present to y’all my re-mutated AU then! (Yes, Leo is the victim as always cuz I love him sm and he has to suffer in one way or another hehehe 🤭)

Our boy in blue has now sea scorpion DNA! (I’m not explaining how that happened, that’s for another post) this AU was quite inspired in all those re-mutated Aus that I’ve seen, but the one that has inspired me the most was @devildewdrop’s re-mutated Leonardo! (Ur AU is so cool omg I love it sm)

yes, there are new Headcanons for Leo, which aren’t many, but he now has lost a leg bc of the Kraang, and has braces (I need to cope stfu)

ANYWAYS THAT’S ALL BYEEEEEEE 💋💋💋💋💋

(Y’all can ask questions to him, or just ask me questions in general about the AU, I really would love to answer them now that I finally have free time to do what I like <3) (also srry for being dead for like a long time, school killed my will to draw stuff for a bit, BUT IM BACK SO HAVE THIS AS A APOLOGY)

[jabberjay333]

Ok so there’s a really high chance someone’s already said this, fandom working fast and that, but I find the symbolism in the new TADC episode really interesting, specifically with Kinger.

Kinger’s “spookified” version in the trophy room is the monster that’s attacking them and drove Theodore Mildenhall crazy. This could mean that Kinger somehow drove HIMSELF crazy.

Further, if we’re saying that Mildenhall is Kinger and the creature is Kinger’s insanity, then the fact that Mildenhall shot his own wife from such paranoia could suggest Kinger had a hand in his wife’s abstraction, whether he meant to or not.

With Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax, we see his wife, a kind woman who doesn’t seem upset in the slightest that her husband killed her, just a little bored with his rantings. This could symbolize the moment in the fort where Queeny, though abstracted, is calm and doesn’t blame Kinger, if she did she probably would’ve attacked him. But she forgives. She doesn’t blame Kinger in the slightest. (She accepts it’s his fault but doesn’t hold a grudge is more accurate).

You can also look at the creature as a representation of death. When it screams it looks like Kinger’s dead wife, he even says that it’s beautiful, which while incredibly sweet that he thought she was gorgeous even when in a state where she likely didn’t even know who he or even she was anymore, it can also be that Kinger is looking death in the face and calling it beautiful, because he’s been there for so long. All he wants is to see his wife again, to die and to join her, however way possible, and death (abstraction) can bring this relief.

There’s also the allegory for dementia and other memory-related mental illnesses, but I’m sure that was picked up on already.

EDIT: I just went back to check and saw that the creature is in fact not Kinger but spooky, because Kinger has his own mounted head, it’s just difficult to see. I think my point can hold merit though, just wanted to be clear.

[micropoe10]

Batstarion & Batav (A Headcanon)..Pt.1🦇

I finally got the epilogue from the new patch, and first thing I did was stare this man down til he went to bat form and it did not disappoint! He is so perfect (not like he isn't already 100% of the time), but I wanted to hold him and squeeze him and just take care of him.

I have absolutely adored seeing everyone's wonderful batstarion artwork, and so many of you have inspired me to write Batstarion x Batav Adventures. Recently though I've been inspired by the amazing @pani-artz and their rendition of our favorite fuzzy flying menace.

So I thought what if...(Ascended Astarion and spawn/vampiric TAV) can move freely between themselves and their bat forms. And fly around Faerun causing chaos and going on adventures living their best lives....GET READY FOR SUPER FLUFF PART 1!!!

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Taking place somewhere between his ascension and the epilogue party, Astarion and Tav are living the high life in their dark palace in Baldur's Gate. Hosting lavish parties, meeting foreign dignitaries, enjoying each other's company everynight. When they aren't entangled in one another's arms Astarion is working on his ascendant abilities.

Walking on walls and ceilings was a breeze, turning into mist nothing too it. But transforming into a winged creature of the night gave him a little more trouble then he'd like to openly admit.

He'd be all too entirely happy to show off to Tav one night after mastering it, hoping for a bit of praise..

He'd transform into a pale white pat with a little pink nose, red eyes, and yes the fluffiest hair on his head between his ears perfectly coiffed.

Tav would be so happy, telling him that he is glorious and magnificent, feeding into his ego lovingly before telling him how utterly adorable he is, as he flies around their head.

He would tell them "Darling, the Vampire Ascendant isn't adorable!" with an exasperated huff "I'm to be feared, I'm a menace look at me." He'd say standing up and puffing out his little chest. They'd be able to understand each other easily without the use of speak to animals due to their bond with each other.

"Of course my dark lord." Tav would reply with a chuckle under their breath, trying to keep a straight face because he is really is too adorable. Tav would then ask if it was a possiblity for them to transform into a bat as well.

Astarion would tell them that of course with Mephistopheles blessings/power there should be no reason that they shouldn't be able too. But that it would probably take many months of practice to be able too, and Tav should feel discouraged if they didnt get it right away. It would take meditation and focus and then POOF in the middle of Astarion talking Tav would transform into a bat.

No of course if Tav was a druid this would be super simple, as they would easily be able to turn via Wildshape.

Tav wouldn't be entirely steady with their wings quite yet, and would just run around on the ground. Because vampire bats can not only fly, but can run and walk on the ground with ease. Which makes them excellent predators.

Astarion would get broody over Tav being able to master transformation so quickly with ease. Pouting his little bat lips and crinkling up his little nose calling Tav a show off. "You just couldn't let me have this one thing."

Tav would crawl over to him, both of them still in their bat forms and try to look him in the eye, but he would keep turning around on them slightly annoyed grumbling to himself.

Tav would climb up on his back, knowing his ears are super sensitive when he isnt in batform and would take this opportunity to lick his ear now knowing how much he likes it. Before setting their head on his between his ears closing their eyes and chittering happily.

Astarion's little nose would flush super red with Tav's actions and he'd sigh contently, as Tav rested on top of him. As annoyed as he'd be about Tav learning it so fast he'd be really proud of them. He'd tell them later.

While entertaining guests in the palace, Astarion gets bored easily, he's into power, and controlling, not diplomatic speeches and old men talking.But also yearns for adventure like they use to have, so without warning he'll change into bat form infront of everyone and just fly off.

Of course guests will be shocked and startled, Tav would excuse themself telling the staff to start "the protocol" the bat has flown the roost.

The protocol is a safe guard for moments like this; normally means the use of the spell Modify Memory, or simply killing off all the guests.

Tav would go and search for Astarion who would be sitting in one of the windows upside down in one of the many towers over looking the city.

Tav would dramtically hold theirs hand to their head as if to swoon "If only there was daring roguish vampire acsendant to rescue me from the drabble and idle chatter of grumpy old aristocrats..." they'd peek up at him with one eye to see him wrapped up in his own wings.

"Darling people will talk if you're the only bat in the belfry, it's not a good look. Besides towers are for damsels, and while you're worth rescuing to me, a damsel you are not. Please come down my love." Tav would say to him before turning their back putting their finger to their lips, thinking aloud.

"I wonder if Gale has space in his tower for you...I'm sure he'd enjoy the company. Would possibly even want to study you." Astarion would fly down at the mention of being sent off to Waterdeep unwilling. Flapping his wings in Tav's face as they grab him and swiftly ties him up in a cloth swaddling him on his head poking free.

Astarion would be screeching and chattering away..."unhand me, I am fear on wings, terror of the night, I am the darkness!!"

Tav carries him into the throne room, as he continues to chatter and struggles against his bind "darling you know I dont understand you when you're chattering that fast".

Tav puts him down still swaddled on the throne kneeling before it. Astarion has stopped thrashing around for now and then the world goes sideways as he falls over his head hitting the stone throne with a thud.

He blinks repeatedly.."I'm going to fucking kill you." as Tav picks him back up and props him up with pillows.

Tave winks at him, "A lot of talk from a little guy, but if you did that my love who would help you take over the world? Bring our enemies to heel..help me drain every last one of those pompous aristocrats out there?" Tav pouts playfully while gently stroking Astarion's head between his ears.

Astarion makes a sound somewhere between a hum and a purr, enjoying Tav showering him with attention, rubbing his head, playing with the little tuft of hair on his head twirling it around their finger.

Astarion also is starting to enjoy the comforting feeling of being swaddled, held tightly in place has a calming affect. Like when Tav normally comes up to him while they are both in their mortal forms and wraps their arms around him in an embrace. Holding him a little longer each time without breaking away.

Astarion smiles at the thought as Tav runs their finger down his small furry cheek and under his chin, bringing their lips to kiss him on his tiny pink nose.

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A/N: 🦇🦇 WHEW that was a lot, I will be posting many more HCs and you know, bat adventure snippets 🦇🦇 if you have anything you'd like to see, any batstarion x batav adventures you'd like to see, or want to be put on the Tag List just drop me an ask. 🦇🦇 - until later my Bat Babes🦇🦇

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[rose-riot-johnson]

Hello Tumblr Peeps😁 I have been thinking about this for awhile and I might as well write these ideas down, before another idea pops up, so I will be writing another fanfic of a particular Hashira🤔💭Yes, I have written about a couple fanfics of him, if a certain part (or fanfic sequel) of a certain multi-fandom fanfic series counts, although regardless of it, I have written about him before, either way🤷‍♀️😈

*This fanfic contains 1 or more long paragraphs

💚🌪️Sanemi Takes Care Your Wounds And You In General After He Saved Your Life🌪️💚(Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader)

Genres: Enemies to Lovers, Wound Comfort, Possible Angst, and Fluff (Warning ⚠️: Language, Name Calling (from the reader), Wounds, Mentions Of Murder, Mentions Of Death, Mentions Of Blood, and Nudity(?)

Eversince you became a part of the Demon Slayer Corps and the first time you saw Sanemi when you witnessed him being harsh with some of the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps, you could never stand him, not even the sight of him, because the sight of him makes you cringe. As for the other Hashiras, you had warmed up to them and are willing to make friends with them, despite Iguru Obanai not wanting to be your friend, at first (you somehow grew on him). While you're able to get along with the other Hashiras, you always refuse to even acknowledge him nor speak to him, as you had always tried your hardest to stay away from him, by avoiding him at all costs.

One day, while you were volunteering to take care of Kocho Shinobu's garden, you heard a familiar voice, as he shouted, "Finally I get to finally meet the great, (Female Reader Name)! I heard alot of great things about you! My name's Sanemi!", as you then turned around to see Sanemi, the last person you ever wanted to see, ever if he was the last person in earth. You weren't sure why he's being nice to you, when he's being cruel to the other Demon Slayer Corps. You then responded, "You heard of me, huh? And why are you acting, so nice when it's obvious that you are such an asshole to the Demon Slayer Corps members?! I don't know what game you're trying to play, however I don't buy it! Let's be clear! I don't like you, you bastard! Just because you're a Hashira, doesn't mean you're better than anyone else! I don't see the other Hashiras treat them, so poorly! Why can't you be like them?! And what the fuck do you want from me?!", showing off an annoyed look on your face.

Sanemi could obviously tell you rather avoid him, however surprisingly he kept his cool and calmly replied, "I could tell that you can't stand me, but we're assigned to be on a "Demon Hunting" mission together and I most certainly see why we're assigned on this mission together, now... And it's not my fault the other Demon Slayer Corps members felt my wrath! You're just different, than them... I would like to chat, but I will continue this conversation later after our mission is completed... So, word of advice, don't go run off in this forest called, (forest name up to the reader's imagination) on this mission alone! You are very capable at killing demons, but this demon is one of those shadow demons who won't show its face, until it makes it's attack! You'd be fortunate, if that thing doesn't manage to kill you! See you later and I will be waiting for you when we do go on that mission!", before he left. You thought about what he said, as you're starting to believe that he just wanted to be a show off, trying to prove why he thinks he's better than the other Demon Slayer Corps members. You decide to go against his advice and go on this mission alone, so you can prove that you don't need nor want his help.

An hour later, you decided to run off and go on the mission to find the (forest name up to the reader's imagination) forest, alone soon as possible and to be, as far away from Sanemi, as possible. While you're running off to find the forest you mumbled to yourself, "I'll show that bastard that I can fight that demon all by myself! I don't need him with me! All he's going to do is just be a show off who acts all "high and mighty"! I will prove to him that I don't need his fucken help!". Once you made it to the forest called, (forest name up to the reader's imagination), you've been searching for a particular shadow demons who likes to make it's attack before showing its face.

The moment you started to get frustrated with not being able to find a certain shadow demon, you heard growing noises and before you were able to even take a glance at the demon, you felt like the back of your head got whacked just rough enough to get knocked to the ground. After your vision started to get blurry when you saw a glance of beady, red eyes, seemingly, controlling the tree branch and hearing a voice shouting out your name you passed out, while you felt your head hurting. You truly believe that your life would end like that, at this point...

The next thing you remember hearing (and feeling) was the sound fire with footsteps, you smelt the fire burning the wood, before opening up you eyes to the wood being burnt, and Sanemi bringing some more wood to the fire. When he notices you're awake, the first thing(s) he said was, "Good... You're awake... You regained consciousness...". You were shocked that aside from the bon fire and the wood, he was the first thing you saw after you regained consciousness and out of annoyance of the fact he's here, you responded, "Is this a joke? How the fuck did you get here?! When did you get there?! Did came here, so you can say you killed a demon or something?!".

Sanemi put the wood down, showing off a serious look, trying to be calm, as he scolded, "Why did you even go off into this forest after I told you not to?! You didn't listen to a word, I said when I gave you some advice! You should be grateful, Obanai told me you snuck off running when I was trying to look for after I waited hours for you, otherwise I wouldn't have saved your life in time! You really think I was only acting nice, because you thought I was trying to take the spotlight over my title, as a Hashira?! I heard alot about the progress you've made, since joining the Demon Slayer corps after Final Selection and you seem like you're really a tough person who's kind, even tough you're stubborn! I feel bad for you, but since you didn't listen to me about not going to the forest all by yourself, you can just lay where you are, while I take care of you, until you feel better!". You were about to get up and start an argument with him, as if you wanted to beat the hit out of him, when ended up feeling pain in your right shoulder and the back of your neck, as you cried, "How the fuck did this fucken happened?! I don't remember getting hit anywheres else, except the back of my head?! This is a fucken nightmare?!". He then started to get annoyed with you, as he responded, "And you didn't even listen to me about laying there! This fucken shadow demon can possess trees, vines, rocks, and other things involving nature! He was using that damn tree to see, if it can rip your limbs off you, especially your arms, while it was swatting your neck and it took me to take a swing at you to get him to let go of you and leave you be! Don't you realize you realize that thing could have killed you! After you get completely healed up, you can take your frustrations out on me, while we train together! Until then, you're staying there! Maybe this will be your lesson for you to listen to me next time! Be grateful I saved your life!".

"Why the hell did you even save my life then, if you're going to be an asshole about it?! You're acting like I owe you something, just because you got satisfaction about my wounds from that demon you killed! Why did you even act nice to me earlier, you bastard?! It's not like it's out of the kindness of your heart! You probably killed that demon, at my expense, for the glory!", you shouted at Sanemi. While he's trying not to snap, he responded, "You actually believe that I saved your life from that demon I killed, for the glory?! This wasn't even about gaining satisfaction about the fact you got hurt, because of the simple facts you didn't listen to me, your pride got in the way where it almost costed you your life, and I saved you! You don't know a damn thing about me, especially about my past and what I went through! I don't usually open up about this soon to people, but you have no idea that I lost people in my life who I care about, including my mother and most of my siblings, because while I was trying to find my mother, she got turned into a demon, before I managed to find her! I did what needed to be done! I did this out of the kindness of my heart more than you think and there's more to it than that? No matter how you fucken treat me and no matter how ungrateful you act, I will still save your life! I care about you! You may have hated me, since the first time you saw me, but I had always loved you in first sight! So, even if you still want to treat me like I'm some kind of monster, I will never turn my back on you and I still will do things for you, without anything in return! I will always fight for you, no matter how you treat me! I'm just curious why you want to become a part of the Demon Slayer Corps... Have you lost anyone important to you? I want to know!". Sanemi then, started to check on your wounds he bandaged (especially on the back of your head), as you thought about what Sanemi said and instead of trying to argue with him and thinking he's out to get you, you realize that you had a change of heart about him, after all.

"Hey Sanemi... About what I said earlier... I do apologize for treating you horrible like, I did and for calling you names... It was making me cringe to see you bully the other members of the Demon Slayer Corps and I wasn't sure how to take on how kindly you were treating me earlier today... I'm not sure, if you'll ever forgive me... I have also lost people in my life, too... My mother died from an unknown, physical illness, my brother left to travel the world, my father died from an accident during his time with work inside the village I used to live in, and I killed a demon, because he killed my previous love right in front me when my previous love was about to propose to me... So, my reasons are kind of simple really... To fight the demons who harm others and to start my life over in a fresher way, inorder to fight for others...", you explained. While Sanemi was checking on the back of your head to see, if it's still bleeding, as he replied, "Those goals are quite interesting and sorry for your losses, even if those losses are in the past... By the way, there's really nothing to forgive... If there was something to forgive or that I'm refusing to forgive you, I would have told you myself or showed you some signs that I won't be forgiving... I wouldn't have confessed how I feel about you, if there was either something to forgive or that I would have refused to forgive you... So, you're fine... I only wanted you to understand that I say these things, because I only wanted to protect you, I was honestly afraid to lose you... We will talk more tomorrow or so... Get some rest, while I continue to take care of you and your wounds...". The whole time you were resting, he has been checking your wounds, taking care of the fire with fire wood, gathering food for you, and making sure you are protected at all costs.

Once you wake up, Sanemi was already done cooking the food he made for you, as he smiled and said, "Oh... I see you're awake, (Female Reader Name)... Here I cooked some (breakfast food up to the reader's imagination) for you...". "But what about you? What are you going to eat, Sanemi?", you asked. He answered, "I will make myself something, once you get done eating... You're going to need alot more strength than I do... You eat first! I mean it! You better eat!". You did what he said and ate the food he served you and he madesure you're full before he starts cooking for himself and eat.

As both multiple days and multiple nights pass by, thanks to Sanemi taking care of your wounds, watching over you, and feeding you lots of he cooked for you, your wounds have been almost completely healed up and one day, he decided to find a hot springs inside this forest, to take you to. So, on the way to a hot springs inside this forest he carried you there, because he rather not chance in having you walk yet... Once the both of you made it the hot springs in this forest, he gently let you down and letted you move around and he kept an eye on you, because he wanted to makesure you're able remove your clothes and that you are able to get inside the hot springs by yourself.

Sanemi noticed how relaxed you really are from the water inside the hot springs and he really wanted to keep you company inside the hot springs, as he then ask, "Mind if I join, (Female Reader Name)?", hoping you didn't notice that, he's blushing at the sight of you. "Ofcourse I wouldn't mind, Sanemi... I would be more than happy, if you did join...", so he got undressed to join you inside the hot springs. Both you and Sanemi, not only were relaxed from the hot springs, the both of you had a wonderful conversation with eachother. Sanemi is also aware that you've been warming up to him, as of late.

Once the both of you got out of the hot springs, the both of you got dressed, then Sanemi touched your hair with one hand and cupped one of your facial cheeks with the other hand, as you we're also doing the same thing with him. The next thing that happened was both you and Sanemi kissed eachother on the lips before the both of you held hands on the way back to where you decided run off from to the (forest name up to the reader's imagination) forest in the first place. He decided to let you walk with him, while the both are holding hands together, considering he's confident that you're fully healed and he would be more than happy to hold your hand.

Once it got dark outside, he decided to hold you, while you're sleeping in his arms. He figured this would the closest thing with cuddling you, since he wasn't able to snuggle with you prior to him taking you to the hot springs, because of the fact he's worried about hurting your wounds more and he wanted to makesure your wounds get better, so this might his only opportunity to hold you before he starts training with you. It just something about holding you in general that really makes him feel at peace... After that adventure in the forest called (forest name up to the reader's imagination) you had with Sanemi, the both you became the new couple of the Demon Slayer Corps.

💚The🌪️End💚

I do hope you had a fun time reading this fanfic about Sanemi, Tumblr Peeps😃👍 While I don't often have the reader name call the the staring characters names (if I had ever did), I felt this would fit the "Enemies to Lovers" genre and atleast the beginning of this fanfic, as well🤔💭 The hot springs idea was definitely a last minute idea and as for having Sanemi hold the reader, I really wanted to find some way to have him snuggle with the reader, considering 1 of the genres is "Wound Comfort" and how I written about what happened with the reader and I was trying to figure out how to write about a snuggle session, so hopefully this would be close to snuggling😁👍If this Sanemi fanfic made your day and/or night, I'm genuinely, glad to notice that this fanfic I've written has made you happy☀️🌞🌕🌝

[pocket-of-sunshine24]

I have a possible idea for a Steve Harrington x Reader fic...? I've never written one before and am not sure if it's actually something people would read. Here's a little snippet. Please let me know your thoughts and if you like it/would want to read more.

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"Home For The Holidays" S.H. x Reader

Summary: Steve and the reader were inseparable as kids, but when high school hit, Steve became "King Steve," and their friendship fell apart. After graduation, the reader leaves Hawkins for college, trying to move on from the past. Years later, they return home for winter break, only to be forced to confront old memories and people they thought they’d moved on from. At the top of that list is Steve Harrington. He’s changed, but is it enough for the reader to trust that he’s no longer the person who left them behind—or is there still too much pain from their past to bridge the gap?

Driving through Hawkins on the way home feels bittersweet. Watching all the holiday lights flash by as you turn down your street, with memories from when you were younger flashing by just as quickly. With a deep breath you try to remind yourself that you’re only home for a couple of weeks. You can do this. It’s not like you’ll have to see him. No matter how small the town is, you know you can just stay home and avoid your old usual spots no matter how much you want to see what he’s up to now. But that boat passed a long time ago. You both made your decision a long time ago. You doubt he even remembers you. With that thought you pull into your driveway, an ache for what once was sits on your chest. 

The house looks the same as you remember it—nothing about Hawkins ever seems to change. The faded shutters, the cracked driveway, the overgrown rose bushes that your mom used to tend to—everything is just as it was when you left, frozen in time. But as you stand there, you feel the weight of something missing, like the town itself has stalled, unmoving, while everything you once felt here has slipped away. The memories, once vivid and full of life, now feel distant, as if they belong to someone else. You take a breath, and it feels as if you’re the only one who’s changed. Hawkins hasn’t moved, but somehow, you have. And you don’t fit anymore.

You grab your bag and step out of the car, the cool air biting at your skin as you walk toward the door. The familiar sound of your mom’s voice calls out from inside, pulling you back to reality. You’re home and you’re here to spend time with your parents, not get caught up in the past. 

The evening passes in a blur of catching up, the easy chatter of family life filling the space that once seemed so comforting. But no matter how hard you try, your thoughts seem haunted by the ghost of your childhood. A tall, tanned boy with a penchant for mischief. Steve Harrington. 

What had he become? Was he still the same guy who’d once made you laugh until your stomach hurt, or was he still ruling over Hawkins as King Steve like he had in high school? You didn’t know. And part of you wasn’t sure you wanted to find out. You had your own life now, a life that no longer included him. The thought should have been comforting, but instead, it gnawed at you in the quiet of the evening.

[ramonag-if]

How would the RO and Salyra react to MC being brought "dead" on a strecher due to having tons of arrows, broken spears and swords lodged in their body until "dead MC" speaks making the healers realise they aren't dead just in incredible amounts of pain, Before MC looks at the RO and says they aren't going to die until they marry them, have kids and grow old together.

Those healers must be quite bad to miss signs of breathing and a faint pulse 😆😋

Irus: He'd be overjoyed and agree to the MC's requests without thinking it through. He'd give the MC anything if it meant they would live.

Elora: She'd be crying and laughing at the absurdity of the MC's request and tell them that she won't marry the MC or have any children unless the MC lives.

Oren: He's weeping too much to speak so he'll nod in agreement. He just wants the MC to live and he's happy to start a family with them and a new life of peace.

Anu: Anu would be relieved that the MC is alive but would tell the MC they've lost too much blood to know what they're asking. She'd threaten to kill them herself if they don't try to survive.

[nereidof40k]

This is something I have been considering. Alyena was made in Cawl’s lab as a splice clone of Corvus and Ciaphas Cain.

Would Corvus consider her his child to begin with? He didn’t ask for her to be created. It’s like with his legion, in a way.

How would Cain feel? Or Amberley for that matter. (Alyena might get the Inquisition after her?)

Let alone the other Primarchs. Would they consider her an abomination?

[vernnationembassador]

sophvern edit yay!!

It’s really shit but idc anymore

[ghostlyschwarbage]

There's barely any talk about how Danny had a whole ass month of invisibility, intangibility and flight before the Lunch Lady incident. Like we already know that ghosts (at least animals) were coming through by that point and Danny was dealing with them, but we don't really see the start of him figuring everything out and adapting. The only hint we get of Danny's response to becoming part ghost is the episode where Sam wishes they never met, but Sam already knew what was going to happen to him

[uhmmmsweetie]

Character A is trying to be B's secret admirer but they get caught/found out immediately.

Alternative: A is able to stay hidden but has to confess because not knowing who left them a letter/gift/etc. makes B anxious instead of it being a fun surprise.

[followscaptainsorders]

Possible wanted plot....

Oh god. I just had a TERRIBLE thought.

What if Rumlow and Cameron had a #thing. Like it wasn't anything serious, at least for Rumlow. Anything at all is huge for Cameron. He thrives off of any attention even if it isn't healthy. Poor baby. It could have been as small as Rumlow making a suggestive comment to him once or maybe something happened. Something that no one would ever know about. IDK.

I'm just rewatching the scene and just.....the way he gives Cameron a tiny almost miniscule nod of encouragement when Cameron turns to look at him after he gives the order to launch the ships.

The way he gives a little sigh after Cameron tells him 'no, Captain's orders'. He looks disappointed.

And Cameron won't look at him. Just keeping his eyes on the screen.

Just.... Cameron is having feelings.

Even if it is just a little crush he had. It is a complicated moment for so many reasons but my brain wants to add more torture to the moment. I am SO SORRY Cameron, bby.

If any Brock RPers are interested in ANYTHING let me know. I 1000% am okay if it is just a one sided crush. Just something my brain wanted to torture me and Cam with apparently. Maybe I'll write a fanfic.

[cookeybg]

Love's Stain

Okay, okay, I know I have my other fic to finish but I just couldn't sleep and get rid of this idea.

Title: Love's Stain

What if Damian was a dragon? What if he became soul bound? I don't think he would like that.... (Another JonDami fic)

Main Characters/pairings: Jon Kent / Damian Al Ghul

Other Characters: Batman, Superman, Nightwing, Robin, Talia Al Ghul, Ra's Al Ghul

Stuff to know: This will be dragon fic so it is not cannon compliant, nudity, blood, magic, it might not be a happy ending? Not too sure yet. As always this is not edited or Beta read

Chapter 1 - Blood on White

The white shell pulsed green illuminating a curled figure within. It pulsed again and the figure stretched, it’s limbs hitting the shell from within. “He will soon be born.” “Father, he will need training.” “He will know how to fight innately.” “We cannot send him yet, his mind will be too easily molded.” A pause. “You are right, after we make him perfect we shall send him. He shall succeed where the others failed.” By the third pulse, cracks formed on the pristine white surface and green liquid dribbled down towards the soft material that kept it upright. With a shatter the figure of a fully formed man oozed out. “Yes, father.”

A loud boom echoed from above, Jon looked up to see fractures and symbols littering the sky. A green hue took over the blue and an eerie sound like bones rattling assaulted his senses. A giant fissure formed and from it stepped a figure of a man with flaming white wings but just as the opening closed a flash of red and black lightning struck him. The figure fell like a comet. A giant crater formed upon impact, incinerating the nearest part of the corn field in the Kent farm. Jon rushed towards it, still holding the pitchfork he had been using. When he arrived he saw a man in white struggling to get up. Jon moved in quickly to help, bet when he grabbed the man’s arm to pull him up an intense wave ran through him unlike anything he had ever felt before. It made him freeze, his muscles tensing while his heart escaped him. The man looked up at him shocked, still kneeling on the ground. He had patches of golden scales where the impact caused abrasions on his face. Dazed green eyes stared back at him and Jon’s heart picked up its already rampant pace. “Jon, stay away from him!” Clark yelled. Jon turned to his father. On instinct he dodged out of the way from a white glint he saw in his periphery. Flying back a few feet away, he clutched at his stinging cheek and to his surprise, blood stained his hand. “You dare touch me?” Snarled the man, his tan skin golden under the the bright Kansas sun, “I am Damian-“ he winced clutching his head with one hand, “I have purpose, a destiny-“ one unfocused green eye glared and he took shaky steps towards Jon. Jon stared at the man named Damian. He stood hunched and dangerous, like a predator. One hand held a white sword with glowing green symbols and the other pressed against the left side of his face. Fiery white wings, that had not been there a second before, flared menacingly. Jon’s heart hadn’t stopped drumming, the man was breathtaking. With a start Jon noticed blood staining the white leather armor he wore. “You’re bleeding-“ Jon started to move forward but a firm hand stopped him from advancing. “Batman’s on his way. We shouldn’t get near.” Clark said grimly, his expression serious. “But, what if he dies while we wait?” Jon asked, his anger rising. What was the point of being super if he couldn’t help when he wanted to? “Jon-“ Before Clark could finish his sentence a cough was heard from Damian. Jon watched as blood gushed out of the man’s mouth, his green eyes losing their glow, he fell onto the blackened earth.

“He looks just like you, B.” “We still need to wait for the results.” “Nightwing’s right, does that mean he’s your kid?” “We won’t know until its done analyzing.” The unconscious man lay in one of the med bay cots. He was strapped down in case he awoke before they could move him into one of the batcave’s holding cells. Jon watched him through the curtains using his x-ray vision, the man’s chest moved up and down. His armor had been removed to prevent him from reaching any hidden weapons, which he had plenty of. Jon tried not to look at his naked form and kept his attention on the man’s beautiful face. The cuts and scrapes he had received from the impact had already healed. “I wonder what his name is?” “It’s Damian,” Jon turned to look at Nightwing, “his name’s Damian. He announced it when he tried to attack me.” “Jon, he did attack you and he did cut you.” Clark frowned at Jon, concern lining his face. “It’s a really cool sword.” Robin said while examining the sword on the table, it was long and bone white. “When he wielded it,” Jon pointed along its length, “it had green symbols. The color similar to kryptonite, but I don’t feel anything strange about it now.” “Neither do I.” Clark affirmed. “He must use a form of magic,” Batman nodded, “the sword is not laced with any form of kryptonite.” Jon’s attention snapped in the direction of the med bay cot when he heard the change in Damian’s breathing indicating that he would soon wake. Batman noticed and ordered Nightwing and Robin to help wheel the man to a holding cell that had magical protections, courtesy of Constantine and Zatanna. They placed him on the new bed with a folded pile of new close he could wear. Once out they activated the runes, red web-like lines appeared in the large window dividing the cell from the room and then disappeared. Jon held his breath in anticipation while Damian stirred from his resting place. Hi eyes opened slowly and just as slowly he moved to sit up, the white blanket slipping of him to land on his lap. His green eyes glowed in the dim enclosure and his shoulders hunched ready to attack any who neared him. Luckily for the onlookers they were safe on the other side of the window. When Damian noticed that they would not approach, he stood, unashamed of his nakedness. He walked the small perimeter of the cell without touching the walls. His green eyes roamed all over but his attention never left his observers. Jon could feel heat rush up his neck, burning his ears, he crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to distract himself. He tried his best to not look below the waist but the attempt was futile as strong thighs and a firm butt showed Damian’s exceptional control of his body. When Damian reached the window and faced them, he snarled, the beginnings of white flamed wings and golden scales started to form but were harshly stopped by black and red flashes. Damian wailed, wrapping his arms around himself in an attempt to touch his back. He fell to his knees twitching. Jon had rushed forward in concern connecting with the barrier. It shot him back with such force he crashed into the opposite cave wall causing the bats to swarm out of the cave from the reverberation. “Jon!” Clark screamed in surprise. He helped Jon up, but all Jon could see were the glowing, glaring green eyes of Damian, who still knelt hugging himself. Staring directly at him.

[ask-mizuena-official]

ena, can you tell us about your most personal art piece?

//assuming this is inspired by this ask meme

Ena: uhm... i guess this question is an 8. *shifts from foot to foot, uncomfortably* the most personal peice ive ever drawn is actually a mini vent comic. it features me from when i was younger, curled up to try and shield myself from my fathers words, but his words are illustrated as sharp pencils, paint brushes with pointed tips, scissors, other art supplies that could hurt.

Ena: the next panel is me taking all those art supplies and trying to create something with them, but when its done, i hate it. i depict myself standing in the dark, this messy easel in front of me, mocking and then uh... im not comfortable going into more detail than this...