#some lore

[ghost-bxrd]

Me, frantically trying to sort through all my world building notes: alrighty what we got here, we’ve uh— nope, wrong one. Nope, not the mermaid one either… ah, the demon au, almost forgot about that one… Crossover…fae…CoO… but where is the- AHA!

*Checks notes*: Okay folks, we’ve got more unnecessary world building! Today’s menu is— uhhh…. The Dragon Au one! Gotham city is currently home to… just a second… ah! Yes, here it is. The capital of Bruce’s kingdom, Gotham City, is currently home to no less than 7 dragons! With the addition of three dragon eggs, carefully kept in the caves at a nice, crisp temperature. Four of these dragons have riders. The rest are unclaimed as of yet. Annnnd….

*tries and fails to make sense of the weird scribbles*: okay, yeah that’s all for today. Oops

[poppy-metal]

being arts biggest fan. just being a little freak for him. he doesn't remember the first time you met but you do. you could never forget how he helped you pick up your papers. how softly he spoke to you when he apologized for bumping into you. how he looked like an angel with how the light shined on his blonde curls or how his dimples popped when he gave you that sweet smile. maybe if that was it, you would've moved on but when you sat down and saw that he was sitting in perfect view from your seat, you just knew it was a sign.

it's easy to find him online. he always has his gym bag or sweatshirt on and it says stanford tennis. a quick look at the schools social media leads you to him. art. you think his name is fitting. you spend all night obsessing over anything and everything he's posted. any interviews he's done after matches, his friends posts, comments he's left. you learn so much about him. you have so much in common too, you just know you're both connected.

you also learn that he's not perceptive. he doesn't notice how you watch him practice, watch all of his games, or how you spend all of class looking at him. he doesn't notice how you snap photos of him as he plays or as he studies outside. he doesn't realize that you followed him home after he left a party to make sure he got home safe. which just shows how you need to follow him more because he has such little awareness of his surroundings.

he doesn't even notice when you slip into the locker room while he showers. not the first time, not the second, the third, or even the fourth. you just wanted to leave him something but then you got distracted by the t-shirt he had on. you can't help but bring it up to your nose and engulf his scent. he smells so good. so musky but clean. you just hope he won't miss it because you made sure to take it with you. eventually smelling and taking his clothes won't do it anymore. you can't just stand there knowing he's showering just by you. washing his perfect body down. all sudsy and wet under the water. you have to take a peek. finding yourself hiding behind a wall while you watch him wash himself off. watching how the suds go down his back and how his hands gently rub at his skin.

he once again doesn't notice when you take a few photos of him as a keepsake.

- ☕

Post

god. and you're so delusional about it - you think you have the right to look at his body because in your mind he's yours. you've told your mama about him. and your daddy, too. that means its fate. sure, you haven't had more than 5 interactions - but love is love, isn't it. you can feel it in your chest - like a glow worm. it gets bigger everyday like the hungry caterpillar. and art feeds it in small ways. when he's walking into a lecture and notices you scurrying behind him so he turns his body to let you go ahead of him through the door - chivalrous - just like you knew your prince charming would be. when he applies chapstick and rubs it into his bottom lip with his thumb - he must know how you feel about dry, flakey skin. he's so considerate. when he chews spearmint gum and always spits it out into the silver wrapper and tosses it - he's leaving it for you to pick up.

you become addicted to watching him. you didn't know much about tennis at all before art donaldson but you study up. you spend nights hunched over your laptop screen, taking vicious notes of the sport. watching his old matches. your fingertips graze the screen like you might be able to touch him through it. he's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. a true prince charming. an apollo. just like your fairytale storybooks. its fate. its fate its fate. you consume as much knowledge as you can, funnel it and put it into tabs in your brain, into the drawer with arts name on it - the biggest drawer up there. you learn alot about him through the way he plays. more than any sane person would. you see the small details like his body ticks, the way he shakes his hand out, flexes his fingers when he made a bad hit - like he can shake out the badness. the way he drums his racket against his thigh while he's standing - agitated - or thinking, considering. the way his jaw gets tight when his opponent makes a play art deems unseemly, though he wont call it out. the way he's always in motion, in someway. something is always ticking. you realize art is a very reserved person. that he puts on a persona but there's alot hidden under the surface.

ah, but of course your prince charming would be complex. you find it fun to learn more deeply about him. you think you understand him in a way no one else does. eventually you'll be able to read his mind, you're sure.

you like sneaking around too. you think he can feel you sometimes. he'll look over his shoulder like he feels your stare, but he can never find you. thats because you're good at hiding and blending in. its your talent. your superpower. its not the right time to talk face to face yet. you haven't molded yourself into the perfect princess for him, but you will soon. in the meantime, you take what you can, how you can.

the mens lockeroom isn't hard to get into - and there are so many nooks and crannies to hide yourself. stalls to squeeze into. its smellier than you're used to - and you know its the stench of other men. because you know arts scent, and he smells lovely. even when he's sweaty. but you wait out the other guys for him - because you know your art is more on the modest side - prefers showering alone when he can manage it, which he usually can, on Tuesdays and Thursdays - when practice runs later for him.

its a relief when its just the two of you. you can roam more freely.

at first, you felt guilty about this - it was so salacious. to look at arts nude body - you were a virgin - saving yourself for him, of course - and you felt terrible that the first time you made love you wouldn't be sharing the experience of seeing eachother naked for the first time.

but it was okay. it was just one white lie. and he was your prince charming. as much as your body was his, his was yours. you felt better about looking after that.

and arts body...... it was made for you. lean and tall and beautiful. his pale skin made the contrast of his pink nipples stark. in the summer - he tanned - and his freckles came out - smattering across his chest and shoulders. he was starting to tan now. you could see the faint difference in skin tone when he peeled off his shorts. how his pelvis and lower body to his thighs was paler than his chest and legs.

you bit your lip as his cock bobbed gently as he walked into a shower stall, you quietly trailing behind. as he fussed with the nozzles your eyes drew back to the length between his legs. soft as it was now, it swayed with his every move, not bogged down with blood - his sack nestled just under it. pale fuzzy curls dusted his crotch, the hair darkening as he stepped under the spray of the shower.

you were able to take a few pictures like this - when he tilted his head back, his blonde curls sticking to his neck - you clicked. when he grabbed a bar of soap and ran his sudsy hands down the hard plane of his chest - you clicked. when he cupped his soft cock and diligently scrubbed his balls - you clicked. he tugged on his limp flesh a few more times - and you clicked. clicked clicked clicked as he slowly filled out. clickd clicked clicked as he hardened in his fist. clicked clicked clicked as he moaned and stroked himself under the hot spray. clicked clicked clicked when he squeezed his throbbing tip - zoomed in. clicked again. clicked clicked clicked when he picked up the pace and his breaths came out faster. clicked clicked clicked as his thighs tensed. clicked clicked clicked as he jerked and his slit spurted thick streaks of cum.

as you were clicking, art opened his eyes. you hadn't realized you'd moved more into center view until your eyes clashed through the camera lense right as you clicked down. you darted so quickly off to the side, you almost slipped. you scrambled to leave after that - your heart beating fast.

afterwards, in your dorm, you felt a bit silly. art was your prince charming. there was no reason to feel such fear in being noticed by him. but it wasn't that.

you weren't ready. you weren't a princess yet. facing him and being recognized before you were his equal could not happen. the fear you'd felt back then, was just that. but you were certain art hadn't actually seen you. the water and steam would have fogged his vision to much, and by the time he blinked the blurriness away - you'd have been long gone.

still - when you fished out your camera and went through your pictures - to the last one, you paused. art eyes could be seen clearly in them. the expression on his face - one of half ecstasy of just finding his release, the other - the beginnings of confusion - the crinkling around his eyes - his parted mouth -

but he hadn't seen you. he couldn't have.

[lovelylotusf1]

I have dug up a video from (I think) 2021 featuring Max showing us Red Bull hospitality. Also includes a guest appearance of Alex! (In Max's room👀)

Subtitles by yours truly :D

Don't know if that video has already been circulating but have fun with it f1blr! Maybe it'll help when having to visualize where everyone is during scenes in fics.

I have listed the site I got it from as the source but it's also on Youtube! (Also had to cut out 10 secs from the beginning and end because the file was too large💀)

[eastlaketea]

And One · And I Love

[gal-with-pastels]

I finally decided who leo would be in the 4 Kings Au!! He takes the role of princess peach! the main ruler of the mushroom kingdom!

the kingdom consists of toads, humans that have stumbled into this world from the Warp pipe under new york, mutants and typical mario “enemies.” like goomba’s Koopa’s and Boo’s who wanted a change of scenery.

Despite being the only one out of the 4 kings to not have special abilties. He makes up for it with his swordsmanship Abilities. He also has a yoshi pal named Lou

[ask-red-sniper]

MOD POST TIME: So basically I heard this song and automatically thought of Sniper's and Scout's mothers.

Scout's Ma: Probably very overprotective. And we see how some of the fandom portrays Scout as a rabbit, jackrabbit, bunny right? Mother rabbits bury their children in small air pockets underground. And Scout's Ma has like seven kids. I would like to think she is an overprotective mother, scared that her littler of children will move away. She tries to keep all of them safe but eventually moves on. She is the happy hare in this situation.

Sniper's Mom: Sniper's Mom is protective but in a different sense. Sniper is not a native of Australia. People will pick on him and bully him like they did when Sniper was a child. Therefore Sniper's Mom became afraid and protective. So she tries to keep him in the dark of his past. But when Snipes realizes he's not big and strong he starts asking questions. Thus the lyrics "You can't keep them all caged.. They will fight and run away..." This could mean Sniper moving away from home and getting into fights. Shooting rocks from a distance with a slingshot.

why did I not write this on my personal blog?? I dunno. I probably will later

[nayialovecat]

Remember this picture? (I really like this one and have to lineart this)

Some time ago I drew more pictures from this particular part of the plot and completely forgot about them… I'm giving them to you now…

And then... a little spoiler I guess:

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To be completely honest... these pictures don't form a sequence at all. They are three different stories (with Heket is first one, two with harmed Ratoo is second one and that with Ratau who is making deal with Fox is third one) :D I'm just trolling you.

And yes, the bloodstain on Ratoo's chest should be a bit higher, but whatever.

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I could have given it for April Fool's Day or something… what a bad luck I was having a depressive episode at the time…

[antiradqueer]

anti prat kitty cat is aroace, boy+, and bialterous

[creepymarshmallow3]

(What is that?)

[...]

[Oh...]

[???: Hope she got my message...]

[ghost-bxrd]

Cannibalism trigger warning

Dragon au idea. Red is an will eat everything kind of being. It’s tabooed for dragon to eat humans and other dragon. Joker fed Red his enemies since she was young. So Red will eat humans, corpses, other dragons, and anything she can find. Jason is just like “what my lady wants my lady gets” about this.

Red is definitely no stranger to eating humans. Or smaller dragons. So that’s definitely canon for this au 👁️

As for the taboo part… it’s certainly frowned upon, but dragons can be unpredictable on the best of days and humans that become a little too complacent with the dragons (especially when their riders aren’t around) are easy to fall prey to them 👀 although incidents in that regard are few and far between outside of battle. ✨

Dragon on dragon fights are so rare these days that the taboo is an unspoken one. When dragons fight, there’s usually armies following in their wake. And dragon fights tend to result in hundreds of deaths that way.

So in summary, every dragon has the inherent makeup to become a “cannibal”. They don’t have human norms, so if they’re large enough to kill (and eat) another dragon, they will if they feel themselves or their rider threatened. But with Bruce’s reign (and Thomas’s before him) the kingdom is largely at peace, and dragons have enough food that humans don’t usually fall into the possible “prey” category. Never mind other dragons (whom they would more kill than eat usually).

And yes, Jason is totally someone to indulge Red’s appetites. Responsibly. He draws a hard line at feeding her innocent people 👀

[akiartswithmemes]

Red’s first energy drink

(Context: OG Aki calls MFN Aki “Red” and MFN Aki calls OG Aki “Ghost”)

It didn’t end well…

MFN Aki is fine by the way. She doesn't have organs so nothing bad actually happened. Her and OG found Gordon and he gave her both water and Health-o-lax. Ricky lectured WH Aki on giving anyone (maybe except the Unfriendly Neighbors) in the studio energy drinks without him or Gordon knowing.

The only thing close to an energy drink MFN Aki can Have is mtn dew. And it took a bit for WH Aki to trust her with coffee

Also MFN Aki is not the same as Apocolypse au MFN Aki. Their origins are also different and I might give THAT version of aki a new design entirely to fit the au. I'm also thinking of making an animated MFN series featuring Aki or Red! Aki to put it simple. (Not to be confused with Red! Wally. Thats from a completely diffrent fandom)

Inspiration of the comic: that one MFN one shot head canon I found and can’t remember where it’s from and chikn nuggit

(The TikTok account)

[anonymoususer-25]

calliope immediate favourite character. i love the representation of cunts going back to college to study NOTHING!!!!!! also my dog’s name is calliope so i’m very partial to the name. CYCLOPS CHARACTER LOOKS SO SWEETIE BABY CUTIE PIE TOO!!! i can’t wait to see ur writing!!!

Aww! Thank you so much! I'm so excited to explore her character through writing!

As for college, I imagine she went previously right outta high school, got burnt out, and dropped out. She's been working in retail ever since. But now she's ready to do something with her life, what it is? No idea🤣

CYCLOPS CHARACTER IS JUST A LIL BUD! They're so sweet and innocent and they deserve the world! (Thankfully, Calliope does her best)

[ask-drcyanide]

@ask-dr-prism

[A note slips through your mail slot, followed by the sound of rapidly retreating footsteps.]

[The note reads as follows:]

“Zoraxis is lying to you. Get out while you still can. For your own safety.”

-Signed, Dr. Prism

[Cyanide reads the note, and sighs]

Ha, I couldn't even if I wanted to. It's not like you had someone at the agency who was threatened to be killed if you tried to leave Zoraxis...

Wait, if this is actually from Prism, how did she get here?

[yuri-is-online]

I am here to bless you with more cowboy Idia.

https://www.tumblr.com/cosmonavo/742169134539948032/bring-me-to-life-under-the-dark-blanket-of

... so I might have had to uh. Go back through my blog to figure out what this was in relation to. Because I was plastered when I reblogged that but HOLY SHIT THIS IS SUCH GOOD ART AND SUCH A NEAT CONCEPT. Everyone should go look op can really draw

[nayialovecat]

Day 4 - Envy

When someone who is considered a terrifying, fearsome demon is disgusted because of you, know that you're doing something wrong…

In fact, the most jealous character in Cult of the Wrath is Wrath themself - who can't stand that Sozo is friends with someone other than Wrath. But I didn't want to repeat the character, so I chose a second one who committed the grave sin of envy. It's a good thing that Ratau wears green - I can't imagine any other colour for envy. Time for spoilers!

Long, long before the Lamb, Narinder chose Ratoo as his vessel, and he took his role with due dedication and was a really good leader. Ratoo had one flaw: an irritating little brother who was always overshadowed by his older brother - and now he was overshadowed even more. And in the end he couldn't bear it anymore… Yes. Many Ratau fans may hate me now - but in my AU Ratau has his issues and is not an innocent being. Of course, with time, he become wiser, he changed, regretted his actions, but… what he did, he did, what happened, was happened.

A fun fact you may have noticed or not: Ratau is totaly drunk here. According to the Cult of the Wrath storyline, Ratau challenged his big brother to a drinking match (which he won - the only thing he always had an advantage over his brother was a strong head) just to gouge out brother's eye. The eye of someone whose blood runs through Ratau veins (i.e. his or his family member) was part of the deal with the Fox. In the story, the scene drawn here looks a bit different - a bit more words are said, which is summed up by the comment of a slightly amused Fox, which said: "I'll tell you something, Ratau, I'll tell you, because you're completely drunk and you have no right to be offended… You are the biggest bastard I've dealt with in the last hundred years. You're a greedy little pest who hardly deserves to live, and oh, I cannot wait for our next meeting and final deal. But we'll talk about that when you're sober."

[littleliteraturersj]

Djinn's Chapter Excerpt:

-Quickly crossing to the sink, he gazed into the mirror. While djinn were indeed immortal and could not die, they did however still age. No being was totally immune to the passage of time. Physically not much would change of a djinn overtime, save for one small detail-

Their tendrils.

The twin tentacle-like growths that sprouted from every djinn's scalp; These were the only parts of his race that changed overtime. Even in younglings the tendrils were present. At birth they presented as dark nubs protruding from the skull. He could recall, before he had been chosen, that many of the elders had their own at spectacular lengths.

He himself was a rather young djinn. His own tendrils only reached little past his shoulders, whereas many of the elders' reached well below their knees. It was an impression of age among his people. At first glance it was a characteristic that bespoke of a djinn's lifespan and experience, the only one aside from visible form and height that easily separated a knowledgeable djinn from one more foolish.

Djinn was pleased to see that little had changed since the last time he had laid eyes on his countenance. This meant that he had not been trapped for quite as long as he had expected. Perhaps there was hope yet. Hope. His face muscles contorted as if he had tasted something rotten. He had to be truly desperate to recite such a word. 'Hope' was something reserved for those of a weaker, more pathetic nature. His eyes sank to the view of the hand soap near the basin to entertain the impulse to scrub his skin clean, as though the short use of the word alone had dirtied him.

Instead he let his lips quirk. Djinn indulged himself one last appreciative glance at his features before sobering up. He retrieved the fire opal from the depths of his garments and held it in the palm of his hand. As always the loathsome little jewel felt cool and pristine against his skin. The tiny amount of humor he had felt left immediately. He couldn't refrain looking down upon it with a grimace. While he had been freed from the despicable gem, he couldn't quite part with it. Perhaps it was to serve as an added reminder of his duty. Or maybe he had grown a reluctant attachment to the infernal object. Crushing it beyond recognition would give him such a divine elation, but the opal still served purpose.

When mankind at last fell to their knees in total subjugation, then and only then could he safely destroy the tainted jewel once and for all. His gaze scorched its ruby-red surface with a promise. Soon.

Though 'soon' couldn't come soon enough.

With his other hand, Djinn cast his focus on the thought of his brothers, willing forth the veil between worlds. It was a simple gesture and initially one would have thought the wave of his hand had done nothing-

Until the room began to shift.

Slowly but surely a distortion in his surroundings became evident. It looked as though this reality was that of a pond with its smooth surface disrupted by beginning rainfall. The air around him wavered and danced in blurred and strange patterns. The details of the room became less distinguishable, waving back and forth in an almost serpentine manner. The visual was strikingly similar to being underwater. And just as suddenly as the change had begun, other additions to the wavering scenery made themselves present: Humanoid forms.

As always his kin were more than ready to answer the call.

A soft cacophony of devilish whispers eased into the space, emitting from the human-like shapes that writhed and wandered throughout the shimmering of this plane. With every passing second, these figures became more clear and less human-like. Djinn was slightly startled by their clarity. Had the veil between this world and his people's thinned over the passage of time? Or had his brothers become all the more determined to breach the Earthly barrier? He personally believed less of the former theory, the latter seemed more likely.

Just when he thought he might lay eyes on old familiar faces, the melding of worlds had reached its peak. Through the surroundings of the small bathroom, the djinn that had answered the call were almost discernable. All were dressed in their typical garb to wander the void somewhat comfortably. They lacked their coloration, instead taking on an invisible appearance as though they were made of glass. It was as if the walls of the room had taken on lives of their own. Even the foretold tendrils that grew from their scalps were defined enough to see. Their voices carried the same effect in that the words became less floaty and whispery, and instead became stronger and more solidified.

All said voices were male, for every djinn of the Ifrit tribe were male. Not one female resided among them. The opposite gender would only be found in their opposing tribe of the Marid. Whereas the Ifrit were born of the smokeless fire, the Marid presided over water.

Djinn turned from the mirror, gazing about at all who had gathered. His eyes fixed upon seven figures despite the continued twisting of the atmosphere. For a second time he was taken aback as he realized that all of the eldest of the Ifrit had appeared before him. He gave a low hum to test his voice. It had been quite a while since he had last spoken his mother tongue.

To the ignorance of human ears, their language would no doubt be impossible to make sense of. However for Djinn, he understood the voices of his brothers perfectly. From their different positions set in the walls, the other djinn looked down upon him:

"At long last you seek our council. We were beginning to grow concerned, child."

Djinn had to refuse his urge to let his lip curl at the word. No one had the gall or authority to address him as something so low, but coming from his elders, the comparison was truth. To them, he might as well have been exactly that.

"Indeed. Tempting thoughts arose."

"Thoughts of choosing another in your place."

"Where have you been all this time? Surely not hiding away? Shirking your duty?"

The sting of the implication had him grinding his teeth. Nonetheless, he answered, raising his head to address them in turn; "Elder Ones, as you well know I was made prisoner to the sorcerer Zoroaster's gemstone-" He was interrupted.

"Yes, yes. A tale you have told so frequently I have lost count."

"Where is your Waker, boy? You hasten to waste breath with us, while you should be in the company of your Wishmaker instead."

Hot indignation rose within. Addressing him as a child was humbling, but boy? That had been meant as a sincere insult. Letting himself have a moment to stew, Djinn swallowed down the vicious words that wanted to lash out through his lips, choosing to replace them with others; "Do allow me to continue. I find myself in quite a predicament and am in need of your wisdom."

There was but a fleeting moment in which the others exchanged looks. One of the seven promptly turned to him and nodded; "Proceed, however do keep it concise." A hint of sarcasm at the word. Djinn forced himself to ignore it;

"While I have not only been trapped inside Zoroaster's jewel, I was also ensconced inside of a statue. After the," He didn't want to say the word, knowing if he did it would leave quite an unpleasant taste on his tongue. But there was no room for the luxury of preference, so he begrudgingly continued; "Failure of my third Waker, I was transported back inside it. It wasn't until a second break-in of the museum it had been kept in, that I was freed once more. My fourth Waker had made his first wish swiftly-"

"I fail to see this so-called predicament you say you are in. Rather it sounds more like another yarn you are spinning. Yet another failure that you are beginning to enlighten us of."

The same elder interrupted him a second time. It was apparent then that this was the one on the council that was the most fed up with him. In turn, Djinn was starting to become quite fed up with the other djinn as a result; "I am not finished, Elder One."

"Then I suggest you make haste in doing so quickly. Has it not occurred to you that nearly one millennium has passed in the span of your fumblings? Your tenure as our chosen is nearly at its end."

It was true. He had been given exactly one thousand years to grant the djinn freedom. While he still had about two hundred years left in the arrangement, time was rapidly becoming an eager rope around his neck. If he were still unsuccessful in completing the prophecy, his tribe would have him exiled and replaced. Be it as it may that no djinn could die, being banished from his people would be just as suffice as a death sentence. While the entirety of their race as a whole was already exiled, if this humiliation came to fruition, then he would be cast out from his brothers, forced to wander alone through the endless ash-covered plane of the void between worlds. Not even the Marid would have him.

An exiled djinn was a dead djinn.-

(For my fellow Djinn lovers. I decided to expand on his lore a little. I hope you get a kick out of it.)