#this would be a no powers/capes au too

[colbycheeseslice]

But what if Young Justice was a band? 🤔

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

how about that uhhhhh Fantasy Julie. she gets her sword <3 no one can take it from her <3

rambles:

SIKE you get an extra, lower quality doodle

SIKE AGAIN here's the rambles

yeah... i caved and gave her a tail... I'm Not Sorry! it's cute! i wanted to stick with her sorta flower motif - it's stronger in her princess look, since I imagine that when she was part of the royals she was very blatantly flower power based. it was her Thing!

but a Julie free of her noble shackles... she deserves her big sword. like yeah, she has flower magic, but who needs it when she has a Giant Blade??? on the royalty vein, and if we're classifying "rainbow monster" as a species, i feel like horn size/curve would be a status symbol of some kind. maybe Julie would have kept her horns filed short. but if she ran away from that life... longer horns! i like to imagine that they'll keep growing until she has a pair of Extra Weapons attached to her head! curved forward like mammoth tusks maybe!

i imagine that like Frank, she goes with minimal armor - range of movement over protection, yk? some scale mail over her front, a thick leather flower over her chest w/ scalloped leather pauldrons, wrist armor and metal knuckles! i'd think that the faux-suspenders include a back sheath for her sword... i wish i'd thought of that Before i finished the little ref! i don't feel like going back and editing!

i imagine that she was forced to cut her hair when it got caught in something (a gelatinous cube, mayhaps). it didn't look good! don't let anime and Mulan fool you! cutting your own hair with a blade will not look nice! but someone - Eddie, probably, he's good with scissors i'd assume - cleaned it up for her. and hey, it didn't look bad! plus, Julie probably liked being able to just tuck up her long strands into her hat when she's feeling a bit more like a Julius than a Julie!

it's been a fun challenge transforming their canon outfits into a similar variation with fantasy flavoring and twists! i want them to suit the setting but still maintain Themselves! Julie's was tough i gotta admit. i was messing around with the princess look and the fighter look side-by-side. it worked better when i sat back and thought "fighter Julie is Julie unrestrained. that version would be more aligned with her canon look"

i wanted her princess form to look Restrained! she has to be a ~delicate flower~, a noble woman, pristine and poised and very much a princess. soft colors, poofy clothing, bright white gloves that are not to be sullied. carefully bundled up hair! jewelry! that dress must be Heavy and hard to move in! her tail must be so cramped under there!

but Julie Unleashed? violent pinks! rose gold accents! short skirt so that she can sprint and Kick! fun boots that she can be active in and delight in watching them get dirty! her hair is free to whip in the wind and get caught in things! fun straps and Deadly Accessories! a sword that she stole from the royal armory on her way out the window! she has forearm wraps both to match Frank and to support her wrists!

[teaableu]

First refs for the Even More Disasters au which took me a LOT longer than I bargained for

I wouldn’t be surprised if I changed some things here and there as me and @3lectricinsomnia work on it but this is a starting point

Here’s Somni’s summary of the au: 

Also sorry for my handwriting, I have the typed text below the cut :)

ONE - Experiment 001D-Alpha 9

soldier

draxum trained him as early as possible

not REALLY a ninja, but he’s been partly trained as one

Gets Two out of trouble

Insanely keen strategist/manipulator

follows Draxum’s orders but not blindly

Draxum always on his back, pushing him too hard

Poor self-care

Draxum makes him responsible for Two [would also be responsible for more people if One had more under his command]

LOTS of pressure to live up to expectations

Learned healing to help with Two’s injuries/health [see missing ARM]

Used to being in charge -> conflict with Raph

Hidden City knows he’s trouble

Raised to fulfill Drax’s mission but actually pretty [self-oriented, where he would prioritize his (and Two’s) own interests over Draxum’s if necessary]

Excellent escape artist even without portaling 

TWO - Experiment 002D-Alpha 9

Anger Issues

Raised to follow One’s orders

Minimal training -> less muscle than in canon or than One

Dadxum gets him to focus primarily on recreating what Lou Jitsu destroyed

^^ obviously takes a lot of time, so Two doesn’t really know how to fight and relies on Leo (don’t mind me using their names interchangeably)

Still tech savvy but with added expertise in mysticism and alchemy (thanks Drax)

Desperate for Dad’s approval... doesn’t get much

poor self-preservation

Unethical science (dad-approved)

Evil scientist fr

not really a GOD complex, but thinks he’s indestructible [see ARM]

feels isolated from One most of the time, more like he’s Don’s commander more than his brother

ARROWS (Left to right, up to down)

One:

Retractable claws

Gets them out of trouble

Bro’s got that Bluetooth Heart

[Shirt] Back exposed

Two:

Gets them into trouble

[Goggles] more for protection

Enhanced vision via tech contact lenses

Gas mask for work and trips to surface

Mystic cape in place of battle shell and for stealth

Power source for One’s heart and Two’s arm

Also, possible spine (spike) implants for additional defense, would be attached to nerves and mobile/reactive (instinctive, like hackles)

[Boot] makes him as tall as One

Both:

Both don’t have access to their ninpō, to Drax’s disappointment -> Two has a personal mission to artificially give/activate their mystic powers (lots of self-experiments, yikes)

[terrestrialnoob]

Long Lost

Danny Phantom x Batman Crossover. Damien and Danny Twins AU.

A humanoid creature covered in toxic green fur, with blood red eyes, and pitch black medieval armor was tearing Gotham to the ground. Weapons were ineffective against it, either going straight through the creature’s body or barely doing enough damage to warrant the creature’s attention. Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Spoiler, Signal, Black Bat, and Batwoman were trying to either evacuate the citizens or coral the creature to a less populace area, but the thing seemed to feed of the fear it was causing the citizens of Gotham, growing in size every time it shattered a building and screams filled the air.

Batman had wanted the Justice League, but only John Constantine had the proper abilities to answer this call. He informed them that the creature was Tyranys, an ancient spirit of terror and destruction, a ghostly being of pure fear and rage that had to be defeated by The Ghost King Pariah Dark. Constantine suggested summoning this Ghost King, and while no one liked the idea of unleashing him into the living world that could easily spell Armageddon for everyone, Tyranys was too far above Constantine’s punching weight and no one else had the right kind of power to defeat him.

So, Batman and Robin stood by as back-up and protection while the magic user put together a ritual to summon The Ghost King. A massive circle of symbols Batman recognized as ancient Greek with candles and items of power Constantine seemed to more hope than know would work to summon their target. Changing filled the room and the electric lights flickered and shattered, sending the entire building into darkness save for the candles and eventually, the small green flames that spontaneously burst into being and floated around the room. In the center of a diagram, a large green flame irrupted casting the entire warehouse in ghostly green light.

When the flames lowered, there stood in the center of the room a teenage boy who looked eerily similar to Robin. The same height and build, though maybe Robin had a little more muscle. Same face shape with the same amount of baby fat. The same lips turned in a annoyed sneer. The same nose scrunching as it examined Constantine. It didn’t change its color or clothes though. Maybe it couldn’t.

His hair was white and the green of his eyes glowed in the darkness of the warehouse. He wore scattered pieces of white-silver armor, clawed gauntlets and pointed shin guards, half a tasset hung from a silver belt with an empty sword’s sheath on one side and a strange cylinder on the other, all over pitch black clothing. Except there was a white symbol on his chest, where heroes wore their identifying marks, that was halfway between a flaming D and an frosted over P. A white fur mantle circled behind his neck and out of which flowed a cape. The fascinating cloth slowly flowed like it was caught in a light breeze. It was midnight blue on the outer side with frost laced around the bottom edge but the inside was a scape of stars and galaxies the clarity of which could only compare to the view from the Watchtower above Earth’s atmosphere. Above his head a black crown of sharp spiked metal hovered gently in a could of mist that shimmered like the Aurora Borealis.

Constantine stopped his face from contorting in disgust, how dare this creature copy the form of Robin, a kid? Likely to gain their sympathy and lower their guards, to make them think it was weaker and less disgusting than it truly was.

Batman was internally screaming. He knew there were beings of dark magic that could change their forms, but this thing looking like Robin but not quite. Just a little too thin, a little too angular, a little too emotional and expressive. It didn’t feel like something copying what it saw, it didn’t even seem to be aware of Batman or Robin, unless it somehow copied Robin without looking… He glanced at Robin who stood with his mouth hanging open for a moment before composing himself.

Constantine stepped forward and said with command, “Ghost King Pariah Dark, I bind you to my will.”

The being in the center of the room let out a light laugh, truly amused. “Do I look like Pariah Dark to you?”

Constantine glared, “I don’t care what form you take, you will do as I command.”

“I’m sorry, man, but Pariah Dark hasn’t been Ghost King for a little while now.”

“Oh? Then care to tell us what your name it?”

“And give you that control over me? No.”

“I know what your name is,” Robin said, and the Ghost King turned to him, clear animated surprise covering his face. “Daniel Al-Ghoul.”

Batman’s eyes widened, even through his mask. He kept his eyes locked on the Ghost King, Daniel Al-Ghoul. Another son of Talia? Another son of Batman? If he was a ghost that meant he was dead. If Batman had another son who…

He glanced between the living and the dead. The Ghost King looked furious, and let out a harsh laugh. “You really think I’m still an Al-Ghoul? After you killed me? After our ‘mother’ refused to revive me? Both because our ‘grandfather’ thought I was too weak? You think I’m still one of you?”

The words bit deep into everyone present, Constantine looked ready to bolt at the awkward situation, but knew he was the only one with the training to even begin to deal with this if it got out of hand.

Batman internally flinched at the confirmation, almost too in character for the Demon’s Head and his daughter. An older brother, unless ghosts age? What had Batman been doing when this child died? He knew of the vague tortures Damien had gone through with his other family. It was a hard hit to now understand just how lucky Damien had been.

He looked to Damien who was probably more carefully controlled than anyone could be expected from the situation. Damien spoke in short sentences, straining to control his tone and inflection, “There is an ancient spirit of destruction destroying Gotham City. Our weapons are ineffective against it. We wanted to summon the Ghost King to stop it.”

Daniel glared at Damien, “All dressed up and playing hero, with our father no less, and you summon me to ask for help?”

Damien nodded, Bruce could see the emotions trying to breach the edges of Damien’s carefully constructed mask. Bruce himself was pushing his emptions to the side, and stepped forward to say, “If you have the power to stop Tyranys, then yes, we are. Daniel, please help.”

Daniel looked up at Batman with a glare so sharp it felt like it was cutting through Bruce’s soul. Another son. Another Dead Son. One he hadn’t known about. One he hadn’t saved. One he hadn’t even known needed saving. He had so many questions. But there was, in this moment, a monster tearing through Gotham City. The Mission comes first.

Daniel let out a laugh so cold and hollow Batman felt the temperature drop, and then, the Ghost King vanished.

There was a sharp sigh and Constantine said, “I think that’s a no-go on getting the Ghost King to defeat Tyranys for us.”

“Any other plans?” Batman asked, getting back on task and ignoring the aching chill that ran through him. He got empty looks in response. He let off a grappling hook towards a skylight, “I’m going to check on the situation outside.”

He heard Robin follow up after him, and once on the roof, stood frozen in shock again. There in the distance, he could see Tyranys chasing after Daniel. The Ghost King flew around it and shot blasts of green energy that caused actual harm to Tyranys. He drew its attention away from the rest of the city and it followed Daniel as he led towards the docks. He drew it into the Gotham River, where it stood only half submerged in the grimy waters where the two were locked in battle. Daniel flew around masterfully avoiding being hit by the creature and summon shields of green energy for defense. He shot more powerful looking green blasts and ice shards, not worrying about collateral damage anymore. He even duplicated himself to attack it from three sides. There was even some kind of sonic attack that shook the warehouse despite how far away they were and sent a shiver of fear through Batman’s spine.

It almost felt like this was some kind of show Daniel was putting on specifically for them. Like he was shouting at them, “Look at how not weak I am!”

 There were several minutes where Tyranys just seemed to grow larger and more powerful and Daniel upped his attacks to match. Then, all of the sudden, Daniel stopped attacking Tyranys and it started to shrink. It turned towards the city it had just been lead out of, but Daniel flew between it and fired off another blast, obviously not at full strength any more. But Tyranys continued to shrink. Then Daniel pulled something out from under his cape and a bright white light enveloped Tyranys, and left nothing behind.

The Ghost King hovered over the waters of the river as it flowed into the space left by the massive creature. An army of bats were powerless against the threat Tyranys posed, and a dead teenager stopped it in minutes. And then he turned and flew away from Gotham with the monster he’d trapped.

Batman turned to Robin who was still in a state of trained control. “I have questions.”

Robin was quiet for a moment then said, “Me too.”

[tinycheesecakedetective]

...I'm baaaack.

I mean, I made one post about Swap!PV and then got distracted for months, so I wouldn't really call this a comeback. The moment I did come back though, apparently a bunch of lore just fell from the sky! Beast Yeast is upon us and all of a sudden I remember making an alt. version of this goober.

Turns out there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with in the first one, so here I am with my Swap!Vanilla 2.0 human edition! Even after all this time I still don't have a name for him. There's more white in his design, he has four horns instead of two and they form a crown on his head(that might be a bit hard to see), he also has a halo, his staff changed drastically, and he lost his soul gem. Instead he has two new smaller gems on his "ribcage".

This time around I tried to invoke more death themes, hence the ribcage, more wrappings, the halo, and the burn marks from, y'know, being re-baked and essentially reborn. The halo also makes for a nice double meaning, showing his somewhat good intentions behind the violence and spreading chaos gig.

Speaking of intentions, I maybe or maybe not have mentioned the only swaps happening in this proposed AU are between PV and WL and [possibly] Black Raisin and Red Velvet. I say maybe because if I checked, all the writing would disappear and I would have to start over again. However, I have wondered if those two swapped, how would PV handled the kingdoms? Would it be the same as DE or would the fates of each kingdom end up being swapped as well? It's something I definitely need to think on and develop.

Anyways, ramble break, here's a few doodles I did for Swap!PV!

Yeah, I had a lot of fun doing this. SO! A few changes not mentioned prior. Eyes! There are more eyes, especially on his coat. I took a bit of inspiration from a certain blue jester and his realm of nightmares. It also plays nicely with the whole "truth revealed" theme. Why not give the holder of the light of truth a bunch of opened eyes to represent his awakening? Also they looked good and his cape-coat was too plain without it.

Fun Head Canons: He's always floating, even when he's relaxing his feet never touch the floor. This PV still has a lily garden, it's just hidden away because while he still misses WL despite everything, he refuses to show weakness in front of others. His coat can take the shape of angel wings when angry and multiple eyes can appear when furious or in distress. Speaking of eyes, the ones on his coat glow. Those gems on him are pieces of moonstone that got corrupted after saving him.

As for the story behind him, I had to make a few adjustments. For one, DE and WL are two halves of the same whole, and the only reason either of them exists is thanks to precautions taken by Elder Faerie. Which means Pure Vanilla somehow has to get the stuff from Lily, who came to Beast Yeast without saying much of anything to anyone beforehand. Secondly, it means the Pure Vanilla Kingdom can't be the last kingdom explored. Pre Beast Yeast, the order in which the kingdoms would be explored would change, where White Lily's area would be explored first instead and the Vanilla Kingdom would be last. I'll address the second issue on a different post related to White Lily, but first things first. Fair warning, I wrote quite a bit.

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After forming the seal, White Lily falls ill due to the immense amount of power used. She's not used to using so much of her soul gem, much less creating a seal to lock away ancient evils. Seeing her faltering state, Elder Faerie takes her away to his palace to help her recover. During her time in the palace, White Lily becomes distressed because not only does she feel like she's being a burden, but she won't be able to continue her research on how cookies were made. That was the whole point of coming here, after all. She left her friends and home behind to find the truth and ended up sick and bed ridden instead. The least she could do to redeem herself was to find the truth.

Racked with guilt and regret, she asks Elder Faerie for two favors; she wishes to know the secret behind cookies' creation, and she requests a pen and paper to write with. Before long, White Lily gains a messenger(Silverbell) who gives her books from the library to read, and a way to reach the one other person she understands. Someone who should've known where she was most of all. Pure Vanilla Cookie.

From there the two keep exchanging letters as White Lily brushes up on fae and beast lore. But eventually White Lily would learn about the Night of the Witches in a similar enough way to canon, i.e. finding the book about it. While she's recovered enough, she's still not well enough to go, and Elder Faerie isn't risking her well being and safety for a banquet. She's devastated that her questions may never be answered. If only she could go, if only there was some way to witness it while being in the Fairy Kingdom. And then... she realizes something. Perhaps there is a way for her to know after all...

White Lily, in the discomfort of her hospital bed, writes a letter to Pure Vanilla and asks him to go to the Witch's Banquet in her place. She knows that this is a huge ask, and he has every reason to refuse the favor, but it would mean the world to her if he did. Elder Faerie hears about this and is rightfully worried, telling her about the dangers, and any cookie that goes doesn't come back the same, if at all. He sends his own letter to Pure Vanilla to warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. A few more letters come in from WL apologizing for her request, saying it was out of line and inappropriate. "What a selfish request," she thinks, "after leaving him in the dark for so long, I have the nerve to ask him for anything at all?"

However, despite everything, he eventually decides to go. He knows that this means everything to her, and a part of Pure Vanilla secretly wondered about it as well. White Lily searched heaven and earth to find the truth so she could help others. Why would he keep avoiding it for so long? If he knew the truth as well, perhaps he could use these secrets to help the people of Earthbread alongside her. Maybe now he would finally understand White Lily more.

He wrote a letter addressed to both WL and EF about his final decision. White Lily is surprised at his decision, and is eternally grateful, while Elder Faerie is more resigned and concerned, knowing that he won't be able to change his mind but still wanting to help. He asks her to help write her next letter, and the two send a package to Pure Vanilla. Inside was another letter with the faint smell of lilies, as well as a map to the location of the banquet and a moonstone from Elder Faerie as a show of goodwill and for protection. He in turn sends what would become his final letter to her, unbeknownst to the two reading. He expresses his gratefulness to both WL and EF and declares his determination to find answers both for her and for the sake of everyone, stating, "Let me be your hope when you have none, and you my guiding light in shadows..."

Pure Vanilla proceeds to head to the Witch's Banquet, discovers the bitter truth, and in his attempts to save the other cookies falls into the ultimate dough. The fleeting scent of lilies is the last thing he grasps in his final moments, and the faint glow of a moonstone ensures his survival. His soul gem shatters under the weight of the truth and is scattered across the world, longing to be made whole once again.

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Well! I think I have said everything I can say about him for now. I'm sure I can come up with more things later, but if you read this far, thanks for reading! I did not know I was going to say this much, so yeah. Next post is for White Lily specifically, I hope. I'm also taking suggestions for ideas about the other kingdoms and ways this could go, so if you have anything to suggest, let me know. Y'all have a good evening!

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

So, Across the Spiderverse has had me in a chokehold since I watched it. Could you imagine a Yuu in the House Mouse au who is not exactly powerless, but her abilities are not magic-based? Welcome to the crossover that nobody asked for, and I'm gonna pretend that secret identities don't exist for a moment and that disrupting canon events from astv don't exist.

Spider!Yuu's spidey senses can tell when danger is afoot. Whenever she's on the clock, there's fewer accidents and just swings by before Goofy trips and tosses all the dishes. She can tell when either Pete or Mortimer are here.The staff can rely on her for cleaning the high ass ceilings because she can climb up walls with no problem. And her webs make the best Halloween decor.

Von Drake and Jumba being so fascinated with Yuu's anatomy and intelligence. Whether has organic webbing or made web shooters of her own, they want so badly to experiment on them (definitely not gonna try to get bit by a radioactive spider too, nope).

Jamil being torn from freaked out to having a crush on a girl with spider powers. Jafar trying to convince him that she's not an actual spider so that his ship could sail

Yuu making a web hammock to calm down the little kids in the club. Next minute she's having a strength competition with Hercules and Gaston because she can lift up to ten tons.

The clubgoers seeing her memories and freaking over the fact that Yuu has been up against so many dangerous foes and life or death situations such as the iconic train scene. It scares them even more than the overblots do.

The Parr family from the Incredible (if they're here in the au), feel so bad because she's doing vigilante work all on her own. Edna mode upgrades Yuu's spider suit to a new level with glee.

Yuu: No capes please. It's disrespectful to my image.

Edna: *sniffle* Would you like to be my daughter?

Okay okay okay first of all I'm going to vent a bit about ATSV because Pavitr my boy, my sunshine, my everything is literally so important to me like hell yeah give me the south asian/brown kid representation (now if only there was an young asian girl with a bob so I can feel better about that Dora the Explorer look my mum forced me to have throught 90% of primary school whilst all of my friends got to grow their own hair out)

Also not going to lie the only reason I'm into ATSV is because I've been a Mayday Parker stan since 2017 - like she is everything (and her backstory is just so sad like PeterMJ didn't deserve that). My favourite spider-people after Peter are his multiversal daughters because girldad Peter is everything (I actually own physical copies of the Renew Your Vows comics that are about Peter and MJ's daughter, Annie-May Parker, and they are so frickin good) but I digress...

Yes but Spider-Girl!Yuu is so cool. Thank you for giving me this idea.

I don't know if I want Yuu to have her own Guy in the Chair back in her universe and for Idia to feel jealous/threatened or for her to have no guy in the chair until she comes to twst and Ortho is like 'my time has come'

Ohh imagine the insane parkour skills she, Ruggie and Aladdin would have.

I know that being insanely smart in science is a Peter Parker thing and doesn't really apply to all Spider-People but I think she would be a science whizz (and joining the science club - making Crewel's already glaringly obvious favouritism skyrocket) and hanging out with all of the scientist characters like Prof Von Drake, Jumba, Yzma etc.

Her and Herc would be training buds. He'd see her and her heroics and superhuman friend and be like 'new best friend :D'. Phil loves the heroic potential she has and wants to train her but Pegasus and Megara are like nope and swoop him away.

Oh but imagine the beastfolk finding out about her enhanced senses and how sometimes they cause sensory overload and helping her out because they grew up like that so they know how to manage it better (I once read a fic that said that Savanaclaw showers have soaps with subtler scents to accommodate their enhanced sense of smell and like yes) whilst she's still getting used to it and has to keep it a secret back in her world.

I'm thinking back to all of the MCU!Peter Parker fics I read and all of the spider DNA tropes that tickled my fancy and I can just imagine the twst/HoM cast reacting to things like her having no thermoregulation (and going into hibernation), her purring, her being allergic/having a poison like reaction to peppermint, her having fangs (her being venomous would be cool as well - like imagine Kaa being all fanboying over her fangs and venom glands) etc..

Okay so I remember having a bunch of ideas about this but I can't recall all of them so here... 😅

[angryushankas]

Sleeping Beauty - Kyman SoT AU

Before they are even born, Prince Kyle of the Elven Kingdom and Prince Eric of Kupa Keep are set to be married to unite both their kingdoms. But the day Kyle is born, he gets a visit by a very powerful wizard: Eric’s older brother Scott, who’s angry that he won’t get the crown because his father married another woman.

Scott gives Kyle a curse: whenever he gets his first kiss, he will die.

The king and queen of the Elves blame the royals of Kupa Keep because the king is Scott’s father. This reignites the flame of a centuries-old conflict, and very quickly they return to being the enemies they once were.

After trying for a long time to take away Kyle’s curse, a fairy manages to weaken it, but not remove it completely. So instead of dying, Kyle’s first kiss would put him in a deep sleep, only to be awakened by a selfless act of true love. Kyle’s parents teach him that he should never kiss anyone. Ever. Their reasons don’t seem to make sense and vary constantly, but Kyle is a well-behaved child so he does as he’s told. Because of this, he grows up afraid of intimacy, never letting himself get too close to anyone. 

Kyle and Eric know of each other, but they’ve never met. Kyle hears awful stories about Kupa Keep and their narcissistic, egotistical prince. He finds himself hating him, even though he has no proof of all the things people tell him. He just knows Kupa Keep is bad, and everyone there is, too.

By the time Kyle’s 18, he has never fallen in love. But that hasn’t stopped him from daydreaming: he still doesn’t know why he can’t kiss anyone, but he wishes he could someday marry a prince to rule with. He sings and dances with forest animals who have come to be some of his closest friends.  One day, he finds a cape and a hat with a yellow star on it on the ground next to a tree; he laughs and dresses up a raccoon so he can dance with him as if he was a prince, while birds fly around them.

That cape and hat belong to Eric, who got jumped by a couple of thieves after he infiltrated the Elven Kingdom in the search for his older brother. His father told him of Scott’s existence right before he died. Eric doesn’t know about the curse; all he knows is that Scott is much more knowledgeable than him, and now that he’s supposed to take the crown he wants to learn from him to become the most powerful king that’s ever been. 

To his surprise, he finds Kyle with his clothes, singing a silly love song. He recognizes who he is, and because he finds the situation so ridiculous, he decides to tease him and join in the singing and dancing, to Kyle’s disgust. 

They really dislike each other at first, particularly Kyle, when he sees first-hand how bigoted Eric is and how superior he thinks he is. Nevertheless, Kyle decides to help Eric on his quest because he’s in a bit of a rebellious phase and wants to get away from his parents.

Even though they start off on the wrong foot, and even though they argue and fight all the time, they can’t help being drawn to each other, discovering things they have in common, learning new magic tricks from each other and even finding themselves having deep conversations about their lives and expectations. Slowly, Kyle realizes he’s starting to fall for Eric. And Eric is falling too.

On a few occasions Eric tries leaning in, wanting to kiss Kyle, but the prince moves away and plays dumb. Eric becomes frustrated, and eventually confronts him because he knows he’s not imagining things, and he’s convinced it’s reciprocated. Kyle ends up admitting that he likes him too, but he’s afraid of getting close. Eric calms him down, lets him know that it’s okay, and Kyle decides that maybe it’s worth it.

They kiss, and it’s wonderful. Kyle’s never been happier. Eric grins, and as he caresses Kyle’s cheek with his thumb, Kyle begins to feel dizzy. Eric’s smile falters, and he starts asking what’s wrong. Suddenly, Kyle faints and doesn’t wake up again.

Eric’s heart breaks. He doesn’t know what to do. In a moment of desperation, and knowing the royals of the Elven Kingdom can’t find out he was involved, he takes Kyle’s body to a nearby village without being seen and leaves him there.

In the hopes that his brother would know what to do, he continues his search for him. When he finds him, he’s met with the realization that Scott is even more self-centered than himself. He decides to ignore this at first, and begs him to help Kyle. But Scott only laughs at him, and before Eric can even ask, he tells him about the curse. 

Eric is in shock. Things start to make sense, why he was despised by the Elven Kingdom, why Kyle didn’t want to admit his feelings, and why Scott was an outcast. Scott, who doesn’t know that the curse is actually weaker now, makes fun of Eric and tells him that he’s responsible for Kyle’s passing.

Overwhelmed by grief, Eric fights him to death and wins. Before Scott dies, he tells Eric that he can take his life and the crown, but he’ll never get his little prince back.

Even though he survived, he feels defeated. Eric blames himself for not listening to Kyle’s worries and convincing him to give in. He decides to visit the Elven Kingdom once again in disguise, so he can see Kyle one last time and say goodbye.

He finds out Kyle is in a tower and that he’s not dead, but he’s asleep and nothing will wake him up.

Eric climbs the tower at night so nobody will see him, and kneels beside Kyle’s bed. He takes Kyle’s hands in his own and starts apologizing. He tells him that he’s sorry, that it’s all his fault and he should’ve listened; that he’s never regretted anything more in his life. That he’s in love with Kyle and he wanted them to be kings together, but now that he’s not with him, he’d rather give up the crown. He doesn’t want fortune, or power, or anything if it’s not with Kyle by his side. He kisses Kyle’s lips and then lays his head on his chest, weeping. 

Suddenly, he hears a little sound coming from Kyle. He backs away only to find that Kyle has woken up. All he remembers is their kiss, and he doesn’t know where he is. Eric is still holding his hands, and now he’s crying but out of joy. He grabs Kyle’s face and starts peppering him with kisses, telling him he loves him, and asking him to marry him. He tells him he doesn’t want to be king and he’d like for Kyle to join him in a simple, quiet life. Kyle, who’s been under pressure and under surveillance his whole life, is quick to say yes and accept his embrace.

Kyle’s parents have a hard time accepting their son won’t be king, but they’re so happy that he’s alive that they eventually come to terms with it, knowing their younger son will take the crown in the future. As for Kupa Keep, Eric proposes a new leader is elected by the people instead. His mother, the queen, agrees, and soon Kenny, a well-beloved princess, is chosen to be their next ruler, and she’ll be allowed to do so without being married.

Eric and Kyle have a small wedding ceremony and move to a little cottage in the woods. They kiss every chance they get, not wanting to waste any. 

And they’ll live happily ever after.

The End.

[tatarella]

Eugavus Angst AU - Gavus „The Mourning Mage“ Re-Awakening / SSP

Putting the pictures behind the cut due to potentially triggering content, please mind the tags if you are uncomfortable with mild(ish) body horror.

This is based on some light lore theorycrafting spun up by users on the GaGene Nation Discord server after discussing what the new hero Adrian might have done or not have done with his partner, Elyse. How would the dads react in a similar situation?

For some reason I wanted to do a fun little concept for a corrupted Gavus based on this and got way too into it. 🙈

Scenario: Eugene passes away and leaves a mentally broken Gavus and his cube behind. Knowing that the cube offers endless possibilities in the hands of a capable holder, Gavus tries to use it to bring Eugene back from the dead. Due to his incompatibility with the cube‘s power however, his already fragile mind and body get corrupted, turning Gavus into a Hypogean abomination with just one goal in mind: finding a way to return his love to him.

Initial sketch:

„After having no tears left to cry, he sought to become one with what remained of his love. Maybe with this newfound power, he could bring him back?“

The idea was that Gavus body struggled to contain the power of the cube, hence his skin slowly cracking like porcelain. Behind it is a black void with the red markings of the cube swirling within.

Costume/Weapon concept (including a full version without the noisy background):

The red scarf is Eugene‘s cape which Gavus took with him after Eugene died.

He embedded the Trickster‘s Cube into his chest where his heart is, hence the corruption spreading.

His Celestial body and clothes are incompatible with the magic of the cube, this is why it corrupts his limbs and burns his clothes. Eugene‘s cape is not affected because it still has Eugene‘s compatibility. (I found out that the program I‘m using for digital art actually has a very neat brush for a cloud/stain effect AFTER painstakingly painting the burn marks on his clothes by hand. 😂 )

SSP Gavus‘ weapon is a merged version of Eugene‘s Weapon and his own, broken SP ring. Including more cube corruption, OF COURSE.

Gavus actually succeeds in bringing Eugene back from the dead, but at the cost of his sanity and becoming a Hypogean himself.

Eugene is NOT happy about what Gavus did and somehow finds a way to wake Dura (and in the progress ascending as a Celestial himself), just to ask her to return his husband to the status as Celestial.

Bonus picture: Celestial Eugene (whom I accidentally outlined on the sketch layer because I‘m very slow of brain, so you gotta live with my red sketchy lines 🥲).

I took the chance and gave him a cute little low ponytail!

Now I need some fluff.

[fancychaostraveller]

ReviveCherik2024 - Cooking

For the #ReviveCherik2024 Day11 : AU - Day26 : Cooking, based on @clockwork-stars's astonishing culinary talents !

The AU is set on a modern!Uni -verse where Erik and Charles met on a protest thanks to Raven, Charles' sister, that is in Erik's brotherhood.

Erik is fighting for mutants' rights by organising protests across the city and sometimes escalating (obviously because of the policemen, he says), and also leading riots when "It is necessary". He is not against breaking government stuff if those can be used against mutants, and have quite a group of followers (and his most trusted form the Brotherhood, which is more of the 'Hardcore rioting club' than anything hazardous) (Ps : Edie Lenhsherr is still alive!!! She also supports his son and taught him how to sew so he could make himself his Magneto suit)

Charles on the other hand can be found at peaceful protest, but he mainly persuades his scientific degree to prove to the world they are not so different and educate people. He also doubles as "TA" for younger mutant students to help them control their powers if needs arise. Charles knows about Erik's "Club" and is unconvinced by it.

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Magneto was looking over his Brotherhood, quite bored if he had to say so himself. Their 'meeting' -if you could even name it that- had started what feels like hours ago -a good 15min- and they were getting nowhere.

He looked across the room and threw an exasperate glance at Mystique, who was clearly laughing at him mentally. He admittedly had been the one to insist for a weekly reunion, but he hadn't thought it would end up being so mundane and repetitive. Was it his fault if he had expected grand bravado operations, explosions, spying and all those great things we see in movies nowaday?

He could nearly hear Charles nagging about it in his mind -Probably because he had been nagged telepathically a bit too often.- "Eril we're not in a movie and I will certainly not call you 'Magneto' when you're wearing that dreadful helmet and cape. Where did you even find those??? You should focus on peaceful protest, or else humans will truly fear us!" He repressed a sigh, annoyed but quite fond of the man that had managed to somehow -and it's a miracle when we take account of all the tweed the other was wearing- steal his heart.

He was snapped out of his thought by the sudden buzzing coming out of his pocket.

Bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz bzzzz

He frowned. "Who in Hell..." All of his Brotherhood were present in the room. So, no one could be calling his burner phone. And no one else had this number, except his mom, just in case of emergency (and anyway, she was more likely to call his regular phone) or....

A sense of dreed washed over him. The only other person who had this number was Charles!

As soon as the realisation was made, his phone quite literally flew out of his pocket thanks to his power and he was taking the call, speaking sharply : '- What's wrong?'

A silence answered him for a few seconds -too many already- and then he heard Charles (His Charles, thank G-d) clearig his throat :

"...Erm.... Erik? I..... I swear to God it's not my fault"

Embarassment and... Guilt(?) were laced in Charles' tone, and Eri- Magneto's face suddently morphed into a deadpanned expression, feeling all his previous worries evaporate. Because there was only one situation where Charles would speak like that. Oh L-rd.

'- What have you done?' he asked.

"I was cocking rice right? And before you ask, no I didn't add too much wa- Oh bOllOCkS"

More chatter could be heard throught the phone, and a quick glace toward his Brotherhood showed him that Mystique had too understood what her brother was up too. Unfortunately. He vagelly heard her muttered a "Is he burning the house down AGAIN???" before registering what else Charles had to say :

"WHY does it smell like burned food??? All I did was boiling water!!"

'- I told you not to cook by yourself...' was his only answer, voice as blank and emotionless as his face.

"It's literally just rice!" Charles answered cheeckily as if he wasn't burning down the house at this exact moment.

Erik had a sudden thought, imagining Charles sitting outside their shared flat burning down, with a stubborn expression that could read "I don't get it, my cooking skill are not that bad" even if the fireworkers were called on site. And then he sighed, and called off the meeting.

And yes, @clockwork-stars is this bad at cooking rice. We told them everything to know to cook better rice after that and they still can't do it- But they manage pasta so I mean they won't die of hunger any time soon don't worry

[buntomu]

Let Me Forgive You

S6 Shigaraki Tomura/GN Reader SMUT 18+

Word Count: 3.6k

AU where Tomura wins in the war arc and comes back 'home' to his beloved. Though, they have mixed feelings it seems. Tomura will fix that. It is absolute filth yall.

WARNINGS: 18+, toxic obsessive/possessive god complex Tomura!!!!, pretty desperate Tomura too, vulgar, some violence, manipulation, guilt tripping, degradtion, sprinkle of praise, name calling, dom/sub, master/pet(?), darcyphilia, grinding, some fingering/cunniligus, spit, drooling, vaginal penetration, Tomura's monster cock

Notes: Just a little something to start it off. I TRIED TO NOT go too crazy. tried very hard to not use (Name) constantly, resorted to just pet names. LOTS OF 'PET'.

The sudden rush of the man's heart beating once again was an electrifying experience, Tomura recalled. Feeling his blood pumping in his veins, along with his body burning with complete power pulsating in his system. The change to Shigaraki Tomura was intense, everything he once was being gone and replaced. Full control over his quirk, All For One now at his disposal too.

Shigaraki would put it as being reborn.

His eyes had snapped open, on the floor of the Doctor's cold lab. Rudely awakened. A hero who kneeled at his side as he had sat up. The first sacrifice for their new god it seems. That hero was only the beginning to his gnarly blood shed. The first to fall to his new power.

The one to start his thirst for turning those heroes into dust or a bloody pulp.

Tomura had a goal he was going to meet, have hero society destroyed and all kneel before him. He will be the one to make them all pay, they will pay for those they left to drown in the curelity of this world.

He may had not been finished with evoling into the form that was planned to take and his army ambushed but Tomura was not going to allow it to hold him back. Pesky heroes always wanting to play unfair. To play dirty. He would show them how such didn't even matter, they only brought their death sooner.

Tomura would demonstrate what he was capable of even just at seventy five percent and that he is an unstoppable force.

And, so he did. Their war destroying the majority of the city. Many falling left and right on both sides, villians and heroes. Tomura ridding those in his way, his league doing their part.

All the heroes attacks were futile. They simply slowed Tomura down if anything. In the end, it was them who fell to their demise. Most laying in the rubble of the city or body ceasing to exist.

Tomura had stood there proudly, blood smearing his body along with sweat and dirt. His tight suit and flaring cape ripped, exposing skin and wounds that were regenerating quickly. Thinking everything that had happened to get to this point.

Tomura had done it. He had won. It took on all those opposed and crushed them. He grinned manically, the smile splitting across his face before bursting out in laughter and arms out. Feeling on top of the world, even beyond that. It was all his. All. His. Tomura deserved what is rightfully his.

Which included, his beloved little pet. Tomura had kept his play thing waiting so long, locked away in a safe house on the outer edge of the city. Away from any possibility of getting involved or, god forbid, to be hurt. How could he protect them while he was away, Tomura would never leave them all alone. Especially with his 'comrades', he doesn't trust any of them with his play thing, who knows what those assholes from the liberation would do.

The only member that knew their exact whereabouts was Skeptic, since he was the one that had been monitoring them the entire time with his technology. Tomura knew that twig wouldn't do anything after the way he threatened him.

His beloved had to stay safe, to stay put. After successfully destroying hero society, he was instantly heading straight for them. His army confused as to where he was going, thinking a celebration was in order. Dabi had even piped up about it. Tomura simply smiled at them over his shoulder, saying to start celebrating without him, that it is well deserved. Explaining vaguely that he still had business to attend to.

His business being them. He needed them so badly, Tomura had the most raging hard on pressing against his suit. All the excitement from the violence turned into a different... excitement. His thick cock pushing and rubbing against the resteicting material, needing their attention. He couldn't stand another second away.

Tomura was quick to get to the safe house, having projected himself through the air with his air canons quirk. The door instantly unlocking as he approached it and he allowed himself in. The house was nothing but the best, larger than most and as comfortable as possible given the circumstances.

He wasted no time, striding straight to their room he had set up for them. A room for them to share when the moment had came. The door slightly agape, soft light peaking through. Tomura could hear a voice though, heart rate picking up and slamming the door right open. The knob breaking in a hole into the maroon colored wall.

There they were. His prize sitting on the slightly tosseled bed, the lighting soft and dimmed. Their head facing him and their own eyes wide. He noticed they were... teary. The news on the TV, reporting on the success of Tomura's battle. Counting the death toll, the faces of heroes that fought appearing next to the reporter. That green haired brat even there, Tomura had put a painful end to him. It showed all the destruction and the impact the war had.

Though, the man barely had given it any mind.

He grinned with a piercing gaze, "I have returned, did my little pet miss their master?". The torn up cape fell to the floor, having unclipped it, as he moved closer but his pet backed away on the bed, slightly curling in on themself.

The look on their face wasn't what he expected to see. It was fearful, they looked horrified. As if he was a threat to them. Tomura stopped in place, "what's that look for?... aren't you happy to see me? after all this time.".

They had instantly looked away. Head moved to the side. "Tomura.. you.. you did it" They murmured out.

"Of course I did it but look at me and answer my fucking question. What's that damn look for?" Tomura spat in response. The other slowly turned their gaze back to him. They were silent for a moment, then they spoke, "you killed... so many innocent people, you killed kids, Tomura".

His fists instantly balled up at his side.

"I was all for your plan, I never doubted you.. but I didn't realize.. I didn't want this, I can't do this" They continued, a hand holding their face as tears welled up and spilled. All Tomura saw was a pathetic display, he was aware his pet wasn't like him. They were still soft on the inside. They had a sense of humanity left, the opposite of Tomura.

However, even then as they voice their displeasure with his actions, Tomura's boner kept strong. Their tears even fueled him. The poor thing is simply confused, he'll help them come to their senses and fast since he cannot stand not fucking them any longer. He needed his little power up. Tomura took a deep breath, sitting on the bed. Back facing them.

"(Name). It was all for the greater good. I wouldn't have done any of this if it had no results, no purpose. It was up to me to make the difficult decisions that no one else could make" His voice was gentle, smooth even. They listened intently. "It was society's punishment, I am their consequences. I did what I was set on this world to do and I thought you understood that, I thought you understood... me".

They jumped up at Tomura's words, panicking from the realization that they have mispoken. Facing him and reaching to him. "No no, of course I understand, I get why you did this, please, I really do-" but Tomura moved away from their touch, standing and crossing his muscular arms.

He gave a disappointed look, "you clearly don't and to think I taught you better. You have forgotten who is in the right, I am the one you are suppose to put all your faith, your everything into. I have turned into a fucking god, I decide this world's future, don't you understand that?" his teeth bared as he almost growled out his words.

They whimpered, head bowed, on their knees near the edge of the bed and regretting their words. They can't stand Tomura being upset with them, they should've known better. "I'm so sorry, Master. I understand".

Tomura looked over his shoulder, a smile creeping up on his lips. Maybe they haven't completely forgotten, still, a reminder was in order. He simply hummed.

He faced them, hand with the metal  prosthetic reaching and holding their owm face. Lifting their head to look up at him. The sight made Tomura's crotch throb, the glossy eyes with tears down their cheeks. His breath hitched up.

"Oh, you're sorry, hm? I have been away for months, went through excoriating experimentation and fought a whole war and you make me come back to this. I am more than pissed off with you, brat. I don't fucking deserve this, now do I?".

"No, you don't, Master".

"Exactly. Now, I think it's best for you to make it up to me? Be good and behave for you're new god. Let me forive you. You want my forgiveness, right", Tomura's thumb stroke of their wet cheek, holding himself back from tasting your tears.

They sniffled, nodding their head. Muttering, "of course... my god". That wasn't difficult at all. Tomura almost groaned right then and there. He needed them so badly, they had no idea.

Tomura pushed them down onto the bed roughly, on top of them, hands on either side of their head with white hair hanged over his face. His lover looked him over, eyes glazing over his body. The suit ripped up, showing some skin, his muscles and promiant scars. He was filthy too, sweaty, dirty and dry blood on him. Their eyes went lower and noticed his clear erection. It made their face get hot and the space between their thighs ache.

"It's been so long, too fucking long" Tomura whispered, leaning down and burying his face into the crook of their neck. Taking a deep inhale of their scent, it was comforting to Tomura.

They simply gripped onto the blanket of the bedding, feeling their heart quicken.

His own breathing increasing, the excitement of finally having them all to himself. Tomura's hands moved down their body, gliding along the side of their body to their thighs. Parting them and pressing their bodies together. Metal prosthetic cool on their warm skin. Grip bruising as his hands tightened, the contact making Tomura let out a shaky sigh. His pet whined at such. His cock pressing into their crotch and a shock went through their body.

They could feel that he had... gotten bigger. Though, feeling it simply through his suit made their legs weak. It was going to hurt but even then, they found themself stopping some drool escape their mouth.

Tomura noticed it, his senses so much sharper. He was noticing every little response from them. The small tremors, uneven breathing and noises supressed at the back of tbeir throat. It filled him with such pride. He couldn't help but make a hearty chuckle. Lips to their ear, whispering, "didn't realize how cock hungry you would be. I should've guessed".

They had let soft noises slip out. Their hands finding their place against Tomura's strong chest.

His hips started to move, grinding against them. Rubbing into their pussy that only had thin material to separate them. Tomura could feel the warmth of it, he could already feel himself get drunk on it and he had barely started.

Next thing they knew however, was their clothing being taken off. Exposing their bare flesh to him, panties staying in place. Tomura needing to see the body he absolutely loved to use all up. He held himself up and continued his movement into them, staring at them.

"So damn pretty and you're all mine, all mine for the keeping. Only perfect for me to fucking use. You like that, don't you. You like being used like a doll. Think you made for it, made for me to fuck... Damn it, I've missed this so much" Tomura gritted out.

He suddenly parted his body away, only to move himself lower. Between their spread thighs, panties disgustingly slick. Sticking to them. Tomura absoluty loved it, he loved seeing the effect he had. He gave a manic smile, trailing a finger along it.

"Hm, you filthy slut. Already so wet, how pathetic. You were just crying a moment ago, crying over the deaths these same hands that are touching you caused. Now, they have you soaked. What a joke" Tomura laughed out, before placing his lips against them. Pressing a kiss before licking the fabric.

Tomura's love couldn't stop their trembling. Thighs shaking, threatening to close on his head.

"You're lucky I love this cunt of yours so much, wouldn't even bother with it and let my dick ram it unprepared if I didn't", he pulled the piece down by the elastic, off and threw it to the side, completely vulnerable to him.

Tomura's face stayed close as he began to drag two fingers up and down the slit, torturously slow. His fingers were long and perfect for fingering, he found that out the first time he did it to them. A 'natural' they had put it.

He added more pressure, watching his fingers move against their pussy. Making sure to get the most sensitive spots, like going at their cute attention deprived clit, and let the wetness spread on his hand. After a moment of that, he sank them inside their tight hole. Tomura moaned at the sensation along with (Name).

He wants that to be his cock so bad but he couldn't have his poor toy breaking in a bad way. Tomura wanted to be a good master, not like he would say that outloud.

The man fucked into the others pussy with his deadly fingers, hitting deep and picking up the pace every few seconds. They were making such a disgusting mess, Tomura found it so cute. They couldn't stay quiet with this sorta treatment, his digits making them feel full and it had them close to tears. His dick was going to ruin them.

"That's it, doesn't that feel so much better. This pussy must have been feeling so empty all this time alone, hm. Just wait until my cock's inside you, then you will feel complete" he cruelly said.

Then Tomura pulled his fingers out gave teasing licks, tasting them. His eyes looking up to watch their expressions. Long licks turned into harsh rolling of the tongue and sucks. They squirmed and moaned from such; the state Tomura wants his pet to always be in.

He loved the taste. He loved the scent. He loved the feeling. Shigaraki Tomura loved pussy, he was a certified lover of it he would claim.

Though, he could only do it so long. His boner was painful at that point. Feeling as if it was going to tear through the material of the pants of his suit. Tomura pulled away, a string of saliva connecting from his tongue and them for a second. He stood up to almost rip the suit off of him, undoing it. The belt falling to the floor, upper half off and exposing his new body fully along with his pants pulled down to his mid thigh.

He moaned at the relief.

Tomura's body was insane. More muscles and overall much more defined. They shamelessly stared as they panted. Though, their eyes drifted down and... their heart dropped at the sight of Tomura's cock in all it's glory.

It was monstrous. Larger than they remember, it had to have gotten bigger during the time he was away. It was hot and heavy between his musclar thighs. Tip flushed in a dark color, two or three veins along the shaft, dripping with pre cum with some white pubes that, barely visibly, trailed upwards his stomach. They let the words 'oh my god' slip out.

Tomura ate the reaction up. Grinning darkly as he took a hold of it and gave it a view pumps. He let out breathy sounds before saying, "that's right but hey don't be scared, it won't hurt... that much" laughing out the last two words.

They whined in response, their face burning up. An intense mixture of intimidation and arousal going through them.

"You can suck it another time, slut. Think I am well overdo from being balls fucking deep inside you" Tomura muttered out, grabbing at their body and going back to towering them. In between a standing and leaning over position. He held their thighs once more as he place his dick against them.

His pet watched with wide eyes, trembling violently as they felt to tip nudge at their cunt. They weren't sure wether to cry to just shove it in or that it'll be too much to take.

Tomura was also struggling himself. Struggling to control himself. The small contact of his twitching cock against his little slut's pussy was close to causing him to snap. He isn't that weak, he can't be, how can a god get so worked up.

He kept his cool, jaw slack and muttering a few curses as he rubbed along their needy pussy. Wetness spreading all on it, glistening from it. They were already so wet but he wasn't going to risk anything so Tomura shifted back to spit right between them. The other grimaced.

Tomura held their legs apart, staring intensely between their bodies. His noises becoming even more appreant, groaning and whining as he then moved the tip to push through their little hole.

It was already stretching them open to a point they made a pained sob and Tomura's eye lit up, perking his head up.

"Holy shit, don't you dare hold back those cries from me, you got that. Keep it going. Need to hear you, you're sound so good when you cry like that" he said with such a desperate tone in his voice.

He sank deeper. Sliding in inch by inch. Tomura had just gotten so big that it was unpreparable however. The stretch and ache was painfully pleasurable. It made the other light headed. Tomura drooled from the sensation, eyes rolling up a bit with an almost manic grin once he hit the hilt.

All wrapped up in the hot softness of his lover's insides.

He pushed their legs up for their knees to meet their chest, tits pushing together and it was a view that made his pet feel his cock throb intensely inside them. Tomura whined, rocking right into their warmth. Staying sheathed inside.

"Mm, so lewd. Taking my cock like the obedient whore you are. Bet it feels like I'm splitting you in half but you're pussy is gripping onto it for dear life. Fuck, it's making your Master feel forgiving already... but need more persuasion than this though", with that, he pulled out and slammed right back in. Repeating the movement over and over. Harshly fucking into their body.

His pretty prize made the sweetest noises. Reaching out to him, to hold onto him. In need of his support but Tomura pinned their wrists down.

Strong arms caging them as they laid beneath, having their bodies closer together. Their legs weakly resting on his slender waist. Their body relaxing as kuch as it could, easier for Tomura to ram them.

White hair fell over his eyes as he concentrated on using his pet all up. Catching up on the pleasure he has had set back due to world domination. The slaps of their skin loud and wet. His thrusts harsh and sloppy, too eager to keep up a rhythm. Both shining with a sheen of sweat.

Tomura still ran his mouth as he fucked into them. "Fuck. The perfect reward for your god. Waited too long. Even when those idiots broke me out, being shocked back to life and wiping everyone out, couldn't stop the thoughts of getting to you and fucking you. I could feel how pent up I was, you got no clue how much that took to put that aside. Finally I have you, I've got you. I deserve this, I deserve it all. Everything is mine, you're mine".

He moaned between every few words, which became slurred as he kept pounding into them. His pet was checked out, eyes dazed and on the verge of cumming on his dick. The angle hitting a weakening spot.

Tomura could feel it. Their pussy fluttering and tightening up again. His pace dropped in speed, instead drag his thrusts out to snap deeply back in and savour them. It was definitely making them both melt.

He kept it up before his lover threw their head to the side, making their own breathy moans and cries of his title as their orgasm took over their senses. Tomura lost it as he felt it, arms scooping around their frame and holding them close as he hissed from it. He was going to fill them up. His thrusts became shallow humps, chasing his own climax.

It had happened in the matter of a few more seconds. Cock nestled inside their cunt as he panted, his breathing shaky. Spilling his thick cum deep into them and filling his pet up. It had even leaked out.

Tomura still rocked into then, almost as if he was trying to fuck his cum even deeper into them. He pulled out eventually, sitting up to see the picture perfect view of his lover. All spaced out, twitching and legs shaking as their gods very own cum spilled from their hole, right onto the sheets.

The man grinned, pleased with himself and feeling much more relieved.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to their cheek before softly speaking, "you are forgiven. you will stay behaved from now on, right. Stay good for me". 

[lovingbradshawafterdark]

The cost of the crown 1

Jake x reader (royalty au)

Summary: your kingdom needs aid and the only way to get it is to be wed to the future crown prince, Jake Seresin who rules with fear and will hang his enemies. Your people need help but can you heart take it?

Warnings: 18+ content ahead, eventual smut, mentions of pregnancy later on, depictions of Hanging and death. Other warnings to be added (love triangle too with Bradley because I like to make things complicated) Afab reader. Also arranged marriage

A/n: so this was based on this post by @lunamoonbby so this story will heavily revolve around that. I would also recommend @roosterscock take on this!

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @discoseal @marchingicenotes7 @cyrene-world @rafemcameron1 @itmejado @harper1666 @hangmandruigandmav @uwiuwi @iluvweasleys

Jake had grown bored sitting on his throne. His chin rested on his hand as he waited patiently. For what exactly remained unsure, the moment an advisor walked in, a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What is it?” He asked, fixing his crown as his advisor, Bob, nervously fidgeted.

“They have agreed to our terms” Bob’s meek voice was as quiet as a mouse, and Jake just laughed.

“Did they now?” Jake rose from his throne, his footsteps nearing Bob. Jake watched as Bob’s Adams Apple bobbed from taking a gulp, “arrange a meeting” Jake's cape dragged across the ground.

“R-right away, sir!” Bob quickly scurried away, already starting to write a letter. Jake’s green eyes shimmered as the sunset. He’d have that meeting soon to settle the details.

Two days later

You had sipped your tea delicately. The garden was small, filled with roses. Natasha heard tiny footsteps approaching, quickly putting her tea down as she raised a sword and looked towards the bushes.

“Natasha, nobody would know we are out here except the other knights” You put the cup down and looked at her. She was always on edge now, especially with the threat of an invasion. Her eyes were transfixed as she saw slight rustling, her sword ready as she approached. You knew everyone was on edge, even the sudden proposal of a slight treaty between yours and Seresin’s kingdom.

“Show yourself!” She yelled, taking a swing. You flinched before a loud clink of swords.

“Jesus, Nat, warn a guy next time!” Bradley walked out as, blocking Nat’s sword. You let out a sigh of relief as both lowered their swords, “I’m not hangman or anything like that,” you gulped, feeling your throat tighten at that name.

“Bradley!” Nat hit him on the back of the neck, “you know-“

“It’s alright, Natasha” Your voice was slightly shaky as you took another sip, hoping the tea would calm your nerves. They both looked at you with worry, Bradley looking back, ensuring he wasn’t followed.

“You sure? I wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to have to make peace with that guy,” Bradley said, sitting across from you. Natasha went back to your side. You took a deep breath; you couldn’t keep it a secret from them.

“I said…yes” your leg bounced anxiously, and both eyes widened. Bradley gripped the hilt of his sword.

“Why would you do that?” Bradley asked. He noticed the sad look in your eyes. He knew why, but the last thing he wanted was for the kingdom to have anything involved with the hangman.

“Our kingdom needs the aid, and prince Seresin can provide us with that” you sounded way too much like your father, making Bradley roll his eyes. He hates hearing you take care of the kingdom before yourself.

“She’s right, Bradley; at least King Maverick allowed her some say in the decision,” Natasha said, almost scolding him. Bradley pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This would be different if it were some random loser, but this is hangman we are discussing here. We don’t know his motives,” Bradley rebutted as you sat in thought.

“For the crown prince to become king is for him to be wed,” you said as you stirred your tea, “and for Jake to have the most power available to him for our Kingdom to be safe.”

“But is that what you want?” Bradley asked, reaching out for your hand and squeezing it slightly. If you were being honest, no, you didn’t want that. What you wanted didn’t matter.

“I want all of you to be safe,” you whispered, retracting your hand from Bradley. He frowned as Natasha watched the sun.

“We should head back, the sun is going down, and I don’t want to risk it,” Natasha said as she walked over towards the horse and Carriage, “did you walk here?” Natasha asked Bradley, suddenly noting his horse was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah?” He looked at her, momentarily confused, before realizing he would have to walk back; Bradley had usually ridden with you in the carriage since he was a kid and a knight in training. It became a problem when he finally became a real knight as people began to spread rumors, none of which were true, but you had to tell him you couldn’t do that anymore. He doubled check to ensure room for two drivers yet quickly shot down.

“It’s alright, he can-“ You were cut off as sounds of horns were heard in the distance, you froze, and Natasha grabbed you like you weighed nothing. Bradley looked over the hill as several figures emerged. His hand hadn’t left his sword's hilt since he had sat down, finally drawing it.

“Bradley, get inside,” Natasha whispered while she threw you inside the carriage; Bradley gritted his teeth, “Bradley.”

“Go! I’ll distract them,” He said as he saw them charge down the hill. He walked towards the mass of knights at the top of the mountain, his armor rattling. His breath was steady, calming his nerves before gasping as Nat grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back to the carriage.

“Inside now!” She pushed him inside, and you made room for him as Nat closed the door. You were shaken up, and Bradley placed a hand on your knee.

“Eyes on me. Don’t look outside,” Bradley whispered; you frantically nodded and stared directly at him, pupils wide. You felt the carriage jolt, and the horse whinnied. The horses' hoofs rang throughout the valley as they ran down the hill. You nearly glanced out the window, yet Bradley gently cupped your face, “eyes on me,” he reminded as you gulped. You could hear Natasha curing under her breath quite loudly. You took several deep breaths before it all hit you at once.

“The tea set!” You gasped and tried to look back, but Bradley still wouldn’t let you. He saw your breathing getting uneven and pupils going even more expansive, “we have to go back to the tea set -“

“We have to get you back to the kingdom,” he whispered. Your eyes began to well with tears; Bradley gently wiped them away, “I’m sure your dad will-“

“That was my father’s set….” You whispered, voice shaky as you tried to get a sob from bubbling out of your throat. Bradley went pale, looking back as he saw the small table you had set up getting further from view. He kept looking back at you and the small garden. His chest tightened before looking at you.

“You are my number one priority right now. Going back would be too dangerous” You glared at him and balled your hands into fists. You wanted to tell him to go and get it, yet the words wouldn’t come out. He saw the tears stream down your warm cheeks “order me to go back for it.”

“I can’t,” You said immediately, and he shook his head. You never ordered him or Nat. They always took the initiative as it was a part of their training. However, you had to get used to ordering them, even over something minor.

“If you want me to get it, you have to order me to do it” Bradley’s voice was soft, yet you shook your head. He firmly squeezed your knee, “tell me to “

“I’m not letting you die like your dad!” You shouted at him, tears coming from your eyes like it was never-ending. Time froze, and Bradley soon kept his mouth shut. You covered your mouth out of shock as he said back, bringing his hands back to his sides, you wanted to say sorry, but nothing came out. Luckily the sound of the gates opening quite frantically assured you it was safe. The sounds of the guards were heard as the gates shut. You caught your breath as the carriage opened. You expected your father to be the one to do it; you felt your knees give out as you landed in front of an unfamiliar pair of boots and a cape. You slowly looked up. Your eyes widened, seeing who it was.

“I'm glad you're safe, Princess.”

“Prince Jake! I wasn't expecting you so soon” Jake offered his hand and gently helped you. Your heart pounded as Jake smiled, Bradley soon left the carriage as well, and Jake’s sword quickly drew as it was pointed at Bradley. You froze as make pulled you closer to him.

“I wanted to finalize the details with you as soon as possible. Now, who is this?” Jake asked as his knights soon brought Bradley down to his knees with much force. Jake delicately tipped Bradley’s chin with his sword, “someone I need to hang, perhaps?”

“N-No! He's my knight!” you quickly got in front of Jake, “he umm, I ordered him to protect from inside the carriage as we had to suddenly leave in such a hurry that he couldn't calm his horse!” Natasha glanced between you and Bradley, and soon people gathered around.

“So he won't cause us any trouble?” Jake moved his sword, his green eyes bearing into you.

“No, I will assure you he won't,” you promised and looked back to Bradley. He was glaring and about to say something, yet you gestured for him to keep quiet. Jake lowered his sword, putting it back in his sheath as tensions were lowered. You took a deep breath, looking around as the townspeople were whispering. You thought you were in the clear until you saw a stone thrown at Jake’s shoulder. You let out a squeak before backing away. Jake’s eyes lowered as he turned to face who did it. An old shopkeeper huffed as he crossed his arms.

“We don't want you here,” The old shopkeeper kissed out. Bradley stood to his feet as he stared. Jake’s eyes lowered.

“Princess, you have a gallows here, correct?” Jake asked coldly, his knights already walking towards the older man. Bradley tried to walk past you, but you stopped him.

“We do; we do not use them unless a person is found guilty of a crime,” You said, walking next to him, “this man has not committed any crime, but I will promise to have him punished for such rudeness.”

“So you do not have attacking royalty as a crime?” he asked, his knights already surrounding the man. His eyes were suddenly filled with fear, looking at you pleadingly.

“We do, but that is only for extreme circumstances!” you glanced at the man as he was grabbed and dragged over to Jake and you.

“What kind of circumstances?”

“Like assassination or assault,” you said as Jake glared down at the old man, who was now on his hands and knees.

“But assassination and assault are classified as two separate crimes, am I correct?” Bradley strolled over to where you and Jake were, “I thought you said your knight wouldn't be a problem?” Natasha pulled Bradley back. You couldn't look at the older man as he tried to plead.

“I'm sorry, your highness! I won't do it again; please spare me!” The older man pleaded, even kissing Jake’s boot and your delicate heel.

“That's what they say, yet I know what you bastards do in the shadows” Jake slapped the old man making you gasp, “I know what you plot!”

“That is enough!” you shouted and grabbed make by the arm, “this is my kingdom! And my father must have told you this behavior wouldn't be allowed!” Jake scoffed before getting out of your grip.

“He told me only to use my methods unless necessary, and this is necessary to set an example” Jake turned to the crowd and began to hike to the gallows, his knights not far behind him as he dragged the old man through the dirt right past you.

“That son of a” Bradley growled, yet you stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest, your aching.

“I order you and Natasha not to interrupt,” You whispered. They both looked at you and then back at each other.

“But-”

“No matter how much panic there is amongst the people, you are not to engage” you walked towards make, leaving Bradley and Natasha to watch. The townspeople stood back out of fear; the older man tried to escape yet was quickly caught again. The rope was quickly wrapped around his neck, pleading for mercy.

“Let this be a warning. It those who step out of line, this will be the punishment,” Jake shouted at the rest of the townspeople as they gathered. The older man watched as several people tried to come forward, yet Jake’s knights stopped all of them. He walked towards the lever, the older man crying before the floor dropped beneath him.

***

You were silent at dinner. Jake sat and glanced at you. You felt ill after what you had just watched. Your father cleared his throat.

“We should start making the wedding arrangements soon, and he said with a smile as you weakly looked at him.

“Yes, of course,” you put down your fork, “when would you like to be married, Jake?” Jake sat back in his chair, looking directly at you.

“Well, the people will try and stage something if today wasn't an indicator,” Jake said, taking a small but from his roasted beef. You just angrily stabbed your fork into yours.

“They will only be more fearful of you after today,” You hissed as you hit the table. Jake didn't move an inch, “now, because of your actions, I have to reassure them!” Jake did nothing, and he did not move.

“That’s enough! If this is to work, you both need to compromise,” Your father scolded you, causing you to stab your knife into the table.

“I'm, going to my room!” you stormed off and slammed the don't, leaving just your father and Jake, “we can discuss this tomorrow!”

You screamed into your pillow, and you hated this arrangement. You hated Jake, you hated-

“Pssst, it’s me!” Bradley said as he crawled through your window. You nearly shrieked at him, yet he held a hand over your mouth, “you want them to hear?”

“No, but you have to stop scaling the castle,” you whispered, touching Bradley’s cheek. The rumors people spread weren’t necessarily true, but some weren’t untrue. His lips softly kissed your skin as he tried to undress you, “Bradley! We can’t do this” you gently grabbed his hands.

“But I love you” he kissed your forehead, hand landing on your waist. He straddled you, his hands going towards your breasts, “am I going to have to do it with your dress on again?”

“You're not mad at me?”

“You were angry and a lot of pressure has been out on you,” he said getting frustrated as he tried to not tear the strings, “so am I going to do this myself?”

“No, just let me get out of it first” You giggled and pushed him off you. He sat on the bed and watched as you slowly began to take off your dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, easy to take off since it was just for leisure, “a little help?” you said, turning around and pointing to the strings keeping your dress clinging to your body. Bradley’s eyes didn’t leave as your dress fell from your body gracefully. He had gotten used to how your dresses worked for the most part. He guided your body to him, and you could feel his trousers tenting. He kissed your neck feverishly, hands caressing your skin. You enjoyed this, and you loved your time with Bradley. It was, however, controversial if people had found out you and one of your knights were doing this….if Jake had found out.

“Bradley,” You said breathlessly, your hand caressing the scars on his face; he was about to kiss your lips, but you stopped him.

“What’s wrong? You usually love when I kiss you” he frowned as you got off of him.

“We can’t do this, not when-“

“Not while the hangman is here?” He sat up, looking at your vanity; you sat on the stool and sighed.

“Yes, not while my future husband is here,” you mumbled, taking your elegant necklace off. It felt weird to say, foreign.

“You’re going to do it then?” Bradley whispered, that familiar ache in your heart returning.

“I don’t have a choice, Bradley….we need aid” you took your earrings off next, staring at your reflection. Your crown resting on your head like it weighed nothing, but it cost everything, “besides I’m sure plenty of people would love their fill of-“

“But I only want you,” his voice was soft and tender; you turned to look at him, his eyes sadly looking into yours, “only you.”

“Bradley….you can’t have me. My duties lie with-“

“To hell with duties! You should be able to have a life!” Bradley was almost too loud, and now you were too aware of Jake’s presence in the castle. He stood with anger and spite, “we can run away far from here, nobody will find us and-“

“This isn’t a fairy tale, Bradley” You looked at him and then at your hands; this next part wasn’t going to be easy to tell, “I…when Jake and I get married, I…I will” you were about to cry, and all the anger in Bradley’s disappeared, his only thought was to worry about you.

“When Jake and I are wed, this will no longer be my kingdom,” you said, still trying not to cry. Bradley was confused for some time, yet you saw the realization.

“You mean, you’re going away?” He asked softly. Your lip quivered, but you managed to nod. Bradley hadn’t seen you leave the kingdom since you were young, you had to be taken to somewhere outside the kingdom, but this wouldn’t be six months…this could mean eternity.

“But the king doesn’t have any more children! Our kingdom will die!” Your eyes sadly looked into his.

“My father…has always been orthodox with his methods, and you’ve been around me my whole life,” your father said, not saying anything to Bradley until after the wedding.

“You can’t be serious, and I’m not-“

“He trusts you, and at this point, many people view you as a possible successor” You glanced at the door, ensuring it was locked.

“But I wasn’t born into this family. They will-“

“I wasn’t either, I have no blood relation to my father, and the people view me as their princess” you gently took his hands and held them.

“You’ve been trained your whole life to be a princess, to be queen! I’m supposed to be a night I-“ you squeezed his hands and sadly smiled at him.

“Can you do one last favor for me, Bradley?” You asked as a breeze blew through your window, the night cold. He nodded with a gulp, “promise me when I married to Jake and leave…that you will take the crown.”

***

The ceremony came quicker than you thought, you’d expected a month, but Jake insisted on having it only a week after his arrival; there was no time to do it in Jake’s kingdom, so all had to be done in yours, or what would no longer be yours. You fiddled with the dress given to you, and it had been an heirloom of Jake’s family. The bastard brought it with him; your eyes were on the ground, tiny raindrops already hitting it. You were told that it rained on your wedding day. It was good luck. None of this felt excellent or lucky; you saw as the townspeople cleared the way making a path for you to walk. They were not happy; they were mourning. They would never have you as a future queen; you were Hangman’s now. You thought of the tea set you had lost; your fathers set well, in a way, he was your other father. Mav’s knight, Tom, or as you both called him, Ice, was close to your family. He had taught you while your father was off attending to duties.

“Of course, the impure would get married to a monster” someone whispered, making you stop. You hadn’t been called that in a very long time, “good riddance, she must have been born from a whore our king took pity on” that was always the theory, despite the fact your father had found you from a nearby village that was raided and burnt to a crisp. Your father had seen you wailing, hidden in a safe space, so the story goes.

“You dare say such things about our future king's wife?” One of Jake’s knights escorting you to the castle has said, raising his sword.

“Ignore them,” you told him. The knight stopped for a moment but looked at you. His helm had hidden his face, but he was confused.

“But my princess! This heathen has spoken treacherous lies!”

“And I order you to ignore them! If I am to be your future queen, you will listen to me!” You hissed with a glare that made him tremble; the knight stood with a sword in hand until another one of Jake’s knights placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to what he says” that was all it took for the other knight to put his sword away and continue to escort you. Natasha was in the crowd, making sure none stepped out of line. She didn’t say a word, only glanced at the ground. The walk was painful almost as you finally made it to the castle doors; Bradley stood outside, and he looked at you. You paid him no attention as the doors were opened to you. Jake stood at the alter, his meer aura making you afraid. Your father stood by him as you gracefully walked up to the both of them, a veil covering your face. You didn't pay attention to the priest that Jake chose to officiate, your mind was swirling until you realized you had said all of your I do’s.

“You may now kiss the bride” Your kind cane reeling back at those words, the sudden weight crushed you. Jake’s green eyes met yours as he lifted your veil. Leaning close to you, everything was happening too fast. The safety of your kingdom mattered more, you knew that. The end of what you once knew ended as his lips pressed to yours.

[rascalentertainments]

Wish Granted AU: Star: 🌟

Yeah, I finally got to the boy! Took long enough, huh? 😂 So I dud make a short character inspiration from a reblog chain a few weeks ago, so I'll go more into Star's character here:

So, much like the film itself, Star comes to Earth because of Asha's wish was so powerful, and aids her save Rosas. However, for "Wish Granted", he has no idea how to actually grant her wish. She basically fills him in on what's going on, and agrees to help. But he doesn't really understand why they need help. From his point of view, most of the humans on this part of Earth, and especially in Rosas look happy enough. He's just utterly fascinated with the animals, the trees, Asha, and just experiencing what humans see everyday.

But then he visits the Hamlet (in an animal disguise) when Asha wants to say goodbye to her Saba and mother. Star sees how sick Sabino has gotten, and the fear Sakina has for her daughter going back into danger. The Starboy sees that Asha's wish is entirely to help her family and community. (Its greatly emphasized once he gets to Rosas itself too) He partially understands and gladly accepts the task to help her. Asha can't believe this magical boy is a Star, it should be impossible. But just as her father said, the stars are there to believe in possibility. Star here is the impossible, made possible! Its no wonder his loveable and joyous personality leads her to falling for him! 😆

I took inspiration from this segment of the concept art book where they attempted to give plushie Star some kind of depth and character arc leftover from Starboy. They really tried to give Star something more than just being a toy, and Disney said "nah, a toy is good enough. Kids will love it." So Star's arc will be he starts off naive about the world and thinks everything is perfect. But once he starts seeing more of the people having other emotions other than happiness, he's processing how a human feels this. It hits harder when he actually feels a wish get destroyed, he feels their pain for a while after he connects with them. This is all going to connect to "At All Costs" when finally get that love confession scene! 😉

Now, my favorite part: POWERS!!! Star can shapeshift into different animals he sees, with his telltale sign of him being gold with white fur/hair. (Example image below) He's got a white six pointed star on his parts of his body that glow slightly, even in a human form, its just covered up by his black caped outfit.

I still kind of hate that Disney actually thought Star was too similar Genie just because he changes into animals. Like, what are you talking about? (I actually thought of MK or Beast Boy more than Genie.) Yeah, Genie could do that too, but he also changed costumes, size, shape, face, broke the 4th wall and did impersonations of movie actors of the time. Star didn't do all that. Besides, YOU MADE MAUI CHANGE INTO ANIMALS AND APPROVED OF IT!

Rant aside, He can change into any animal, but only has one human form. That's not only because there's way too many variations of people for him to adapt and he's not at that level of power yet. He mainly choose this particular human form because.... he thought Asha would like it. (He even gets the cape idea after he sees a picture of Magnifico. He just LOVED how that looked) Think of it as a boy trying make himself look better for the girl he has a crush on. 😂 His design is inspired by these three pieces of concept art combined with a dash of a superhero vibe. (Superheroes are hardwired into my brain, I tried my best NOT to do that! 😂)

Star can make animals talk, at least for a limited time, like when be has his big introduction song and the forest animals are his band. Animals are naturally attracted to Star, because he literally radiates pure joy and love. Those little critters just adore him! Think of this scene here:

One last thing to add is that once he's on Earth, and gets into Rosas, thus is when he gets the most attached to the planet. He has a big family with the stars, but he really wanted to be where the people are. He wants to see them dancing, ect...Meeting great people didn't just end with Asha, but also meeting the 7 Teens. He learns about their wishes as one desires, while confused on Simon's sleepiness/sadness. He actually attempts to heal Simon and can gain a new power. Star is not sure on how to react to Dahlia, who doesn't seem to have a wish. She seems happy cooking for the king (whom she has a crush on) and queen, no questions asked. Although, Dahlia does seem particularly curious about Star, even before finding out his magical side. She even tries to tell him to give up on granting Asha's wish, but he's definitely not doing that. 😂

When he meets the King and Queen, let's just say there's going to be a lot of angst/comedy with that. But when he has the mini stand off with Amaya. OH BOY, he's going to understand way more heavy emotions after meeting her...

(Star in this version is voiced by Jeremy Jordan, because he's a musical and VA legend! Plus he sounds so fun in every role he's in!)

Aaaand, that does it for Star! I mentioned in another post how when you look into his eyes, you can see microscopic galaxies or mini stars in eyes, like you can see the universe in his eyes! (When it gets to the At All Costs song, Asha can be seen in his eyes like she becomes part his universe) Any other bits will be revealed later, but I wanted to flesh the guy out here! He's a lot of fun to write and draw!

Now next up are the King, Queen and their ferocious yet spoiled pet Lynx! 😉

@signed-sapphire @oh-shtars @chillwildwave @lazytitans-world @emillyverse @annymation @kstarsarts @uva124

[steveshairychest]

Been spinning a Maleficent steddie au around in my brain for days now.

Eddie as a fairy in the moors that protects the other smaller fairies because he is the largest and strongest of them all; his wings are so big they drag behind him when he walks through the soft grass. His first time meeting a human should have been the last, but he is unable to resist the human boy's call from the edge of the moors.

His name is Steve, Eddie thinks it's quite an odd name, but he finds it suits the boy with the soft face and freckled cheeks. They meet as often as they can. Eddie takes him by the hand and shows him his world; he shows Steve every fragile piece of himself because he believes he can trust Steve, believes that maybe the human loves him as well.

He is wrong. So very, very wrong.

Eddie never understood the power greed had over humans until the man he thought he loved stole the only thing that mattered to him; his wings. And all so Steve could sit on a throne and call himself 'King Steve'.

Eddie watches from afar as Steve rules from his castle; well, his spy, Gareth, watches the king from a windowsill in the castle. With a wave of his hand, Eddie changes Gareth into whatever beast he needs, whether it be crow or wolf or horse or man, he knows that Gareth will do his bidding. He's quite a loyal bird.

Eddie knows that he's let himself be consumed by rage and revenge. He knows it even as he climbs the steps of King Steve's great castle to meet the newborn prince. "I am quite upset I wasn't invited to the party, Stevie." He peers into the crib to stare at the little face of Prince Dustin and is struck with an idea; a way to get his revenge on Steve.

"I'd like to give him a gift." Eddie says with a cruel smile before bestowing a curse onto the innocent child.

What Eddie doesn't expect is his own inability to leave the child alone as he grows up in a cottage with two fairies that are very unequipped for raising a human child. Robin and Nancy flit about the poor screaming prince and try to feed him carrots and beets from the garden. "Maybe he's a shy eater. We won't look, my prince." Robin yells while shoving Nancy out of the small nursery.

Idiots. Eddie thinks before waving Gareth over to deal with the starving prince. He needs the baby alive to complete the curse, that's all.

But as the prince grows and begins to wander the forest, Eddie finds himself always one step behind, his footsteps completely silent so that he doesn't startle the child. He's not stupid. Eddie knows he's quite frightening with his horns and dark clothes and permanent scowl, even his old fairy friends give him a wide berth as he stalks through the moors.

Except, instead of screaming and running away, when the child finally spots Eddie, he runs up to him and demands to be picked up, his dirty little hands tugging at Eddie's cape. Eddie scowls down at him, his hands shaking slightly as he gives in and scoops the little beast up. "This doesn't mean I like you." He hisses. Dustin just smiles.

They become an unlikely pair. The other fairies watch in awe as Dustin, now 15, weaves flowers into Eddie's long hair and tells him stories about how he wants to be a knight like his dad; his fictional dad that Robin and Nancy said had died in a carriage accident. "I'm sure my dad would have liked you. You're strong and brave like him."

Eddie scowls down at his hands, he's fiddling with a pretty rock Dustin found him outside the moors. "Let's talk about something else." He grumbles as Dustin tugs a little roughly at his hair to thread a daisy. "Your birthday is in a few days." He says quietly, afraid that if he speaks too loud, Dustin will hear the guilt that bleeds into his words. "What have you got planned?"

Dustin instantly lights up at the mention of his birthday. He flails his hands around excitedly and jumps up to his feet to pace around in front of Eddie, who sits under a great tree. "I'm going to tell my aunts that I want to live here with you. In the moors."

"With me?" Eddie asks in disbelief.

"Yes! I've already planned a birthday mud fight with the river fairies and I have my speech for my aunties planned out. It'll be perfect." He flops down into the soft grass next to Eddie and stares up at the clouds, his fingers tracing patterns in the clouds only he can see. "I can't wait to be 16."

Eddie's stays quiet. The curse still lies in wait for Dustin's 16th birthday, Eddie can feel the power of it thrumming in the air around the boy. He's tried many times to lift it, but he fails each time; the words he spoke all those years ago echoing around him, taunting him. He's screamed and cried and hated himself all these years for doing something so evil to someone so pure, so full of life and love.

He can't believe he did this to someone he'd eventually grow to love with all his heart.

A voice Eddie thought he'd never have to hear again calls out for him the day before Dustin's 16th birthday. Eddie hates that he can't resist the pull, hates that he can't ignore it and go about his day.

"Eddie!" Steve shouts from the edge of the wall of thorns Eddie built to protect his people from the king himself. "Eddie! It's Steve!"

With a wave of his hand, Eddie clears a path through the thorns and stalks angrily towards the king; Gareth follows beside him in the form of a wolf, his snarls a clear warning to not make a single move. Eddie is filled with so much rage, his magic hums beneath his skin and begs to be unleashed upon the traitorous king.

"You are not welcome here." He seethes and presses the tip of his staff to the centre of Steve's chest. The king doesn't flinch. He just stands there and continues to stare at Eddie with those sad, hazel eyes; always trying to convey a message Eddie can't read. A quick glance around the area tells him that Steve's come alone, not a single knight stands with him.

He's not wearing his crown either.

"Leave or I will kill you."

"I've come to apologise."

Eddie laughs; it's a loud, hysterical sound that causes Gareth to cower away. The wolf can sense the magic stirring in the air around him, he can feel it crackling around Eddie as he takes a step closer to Steve, his staff now pressed close to Steve's heart. "No words will ever make up for the damage you caused me. You mutilated me for your own gain."

"You tricked me into... into loving you." Eddie spits the words at Steve's feet. He's never let himself dwell on it too much, but having Steve stand before him to 'apologise' makes all those ugly feelings bubble to the surface to choke him. "I trusted you." He jabs a finger behind him towards the moors, towards his people. "I let you into my home. I let you.. know me, and yet that still wasn't enough."

Eddie scowls and turns his back to Steve. "Enjoy your sleeping prince." The words are like daggers in his heart. He wants nothing more than to keep Dustin safe in the moors, but he knows the power of a curse. He knows there's no way he can stop what's already in motion.

He's about to disappear back into the safety of his own kingdom, when Steve calls out, "I brought them back."

Eddie doesn't turn around. He doesn't dare even breathe as he hears Steve lift the blanket off the back of the cart he'd used to get here. (A bit of a downgrade from his royal carriage). "I know it won't fix anything. I know I fucked up and did the worst thing imaginable but I have changed."

Eddie's feels their magic, feels the strength in each feather as Steve unbinds them and let's them soar across the small distance to Eddie. The sensation is overwhelming. He feels as if he's been struck by lightning and welcomed into a warm embrace by a friend all at the same time. He can't help the cry that slips through his lips as he falls to his knees and lets the comforting weight of his wings ground him. He's whole again.

"I'm not the king anymore." Steve says after a moment, his voice barely heard over the thumping in Eddie's ears as he tries to resurface from the pure euphoria swimming through his body. He doesn't want to be on the ground. He needs to be in the sky. He needs to touch the clouds and feel the wind glide through each feather of his wings.

"Eddie." Dark eyes snap over to the king. "I'm here for my son. I need to get him far away from here." The from you goes unsaid.

"Your son can't escape his fate." He hates how his voice cracks, hates how broken he sounds by the truth. Dustin would love Steve, Eddie knows this. Steve has shown every single ugly shade of himself to Eddie, and yet he can't deny the truth he sees before him; Steve's changed. He's let the crown fall from his head and gone out of his way to make some form of peace with Eddie. He's given Eddie back his wings, his life.

"This doesn't mean you're forgiven." Eddie says without meeting Steve's eyes. He once again turns his back on the king and, with a flick of his wrist, turns Gareth into a crow. "Fetch the prince. His father wishes to see him."

Steve bows his head in gratitude. Eddie lifts his own higher. "I will visit him once he falls into his slumber."

And he will find a way to break the curse.

He knows that true loves kiss is foolish, a fairytale, but that doesn't mean he won't round up every girl in the area to kiss Dustin's lips and wake him from his eternal sleep.

But he's not doing this for Steve. No. Eddie needs to do this for himself because Dustin means the world to him. When Eddie thought all was lost, Dustin stumbled into his life and showed him that love could bloom even in the darkest of hearts.

Eddie will do everything in his power to feel the warmth of Dustin's love once again.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hiiiiii

Do you have any fics where john or sherlock are mutants/ have powers?

Hi Lovely!

OOOOOOOHHHH I love this; I have a few fics that could be qualified as "CLOSE" to mutations and superpowers, but not 100%. I have a lot more "changelings" than anything else. I've compiled together some of the ones on my MFL list as well, but I can't guarantee that they're mutants in them since I haven't read them.

If anyone has any fics that they can suggest, please do! I'm kind of into MCU fics right now so if I can have Sherlock-style in there too, that would be awesome! PLEASE let us know if you have mutant or Superhero Johnlock fics!!!

MUTATIONS or SUPERPOWERS

See also:

Magical Realism Where John is the Powerful One

Telepath / Empath AU

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Soaring Above by Corporate_cards (G, 394 w., 1 Ch.  || TRF, Light Angst, Superpowers) – "Have you ever though about having a super power...?" Part 2 of the Random Things I've Written In Class -- Johnlock series

The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 (M, 9,994 w., 2 Ch. || Frozen-ish AU || Magical Realism, Christmas, Angst, Fluff, Powerful John) – In a world where people are born with a Gift of varying levels, simple John Watson is the last person one might look at when thinking of any strong Magick capabilities. Hiding comfortably in the shadow of Sherlock's brilliant deducing abilities, John is content to keep it that way...

Conductivity by Coquillage Atlas (K,11,051 w., 8 Ch., FFNet || Fantasy and Friendship) – John Watson, alone in London with a healing power he can hardly bear. A description of his life with magic, before and after Sherlock. SEQUELS: Resistance || Reciprocity

Invisible by chappysmom (K+, 25,947 w., 11 Ch., FFNet || No Slash, semi-canon compliant) – John had had the knack for as long as he could remember. It wasn’t that he could become invisible, exactly. The laws of physics worked quite well in his vicinity, thank you very much. It was just that people tended … not to see him. SEQUELS: Still Invisible (ASiB) || Too Visible (THoB) || Invisible Once More (TRF)

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w., 9 Ch. || Magical Realism, BAMF!John, Slow Burn) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

Out There by DiscordantWords (T, 131,695 w., 10 Ch. || X-Files Fusion || Past Soldier John, Panic Attacks, POV Alternating Present Tense, Anxious John, Canon Adjacent, Deductions, Obsessive Sherlock,, Travelling, Sherlock’s Family, Jealous Sherlock, Mind Palace John, Awkward Flirting, Kidnapped/Abducted John, Semi-Reverse Reichenbach, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Hospital, Slow Burn, UST, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Coma John, Forehead Touching, Hand Holding, Drinking/Bars, Past Jolto) – FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

How to Build a Heart out of Ashes by Teumessian (E, 144,931 w., 31 Ch. || Changeling AU || Slow Burn, Drug Use, Mentions of Child Abuse / Bullying, Mentions of Student/Teacher Relations, Uni-Age) – In an AU where a small number of the population become Changelings at a young age, at 17 John Watson believes he's destined for Normal life but then the Change takes him and he is sent to the Baker Institute. There he meets Sherlock Holmes.

MARKED FOR LATER

(I Love You) Infinitely by helloliriels (T, 20,072+ w., 14/16 Ch. || WiP || Marvel Cinematic Universe AU || Post-TRF, Post Infinity War, Not Endgame-Compliant, Super Humans, Happy Ending) – With a snap of his fingers, Thanos had caused the heartache and loss of half a planet's population. And Watson, of all people could have kissed the glove that did so. Part 2 of the Liriels Chaptered Fics series

Trenchcoats and Capes by jomochi (T, 35,275 w., 3 Ch. || Superhero AU || UST/URT, Mutually Unrequited, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Love Confessions, Secret Identity, Hero John) – He’s twirling a strand of hair around the finger of his other hand. His coat, which honestly looks more like a cape than anything, is spread out beneath him. His chest rises and falls slowly with calm breaths, the tight black material of his suit stretching to accommodate the movement. John has seen many pictures of him but not one did him any justice. The sight before John is breath-taking. It isn’t right. Evil shouldn’t look this good.

The Alchemystics by elwinglyre (E, 69,014 w., 16 Ch. || Full Metal Alchemist Omegaverse AU || Non-Traditional ABO Dynamics, Major Character Injury, Angst, Human Transmutation) – Since youth, Sherlock was forced to hide who he was from the world. That time has ended. With the world torn apart, he must embrace who and what he is: an alchemystic and an omega. Fortunately, he finds another, John Watson, who is a true compliment to himself. With Watson’s help, Sherlock strives to obtain what’s needed to right the world. But the past, present and future aren’t aligning, and what is needed to succeed comes at a high cost: for to gain, something of equal value must be lost--that is Alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. No one knows this lesson better than Sherlock. He’s lost his father, his brother and his arm attempting to bring his mother back from the dead. What will he need to sacrifice to save the world?

The Destruction of Ice by All_I_need (E, 91,682 w., 28 Ch. || Psy - Changeling Crossover/Fusion || Changeling John, Psy Sherlock, Murder Investigation / Case Fic, Slow Burn, Touching, Forced Lack of Emotion, Silence Protocol, Sci-Fi Elements) – The year is 2081 and Sherlock Holmes never expected to encounter a threat to his Silence, the conditioning that keeps him sane and unfeeling. John Watson, on the other hand, never thought he'd find a flat in London. He certainly didn't expect to find one that comes with a Psy flatmate: brilliant, emotionless and more intriguing than John would like. When a series of brutal, random murders shakes London to its core, it is up to them to stop a vicious psychopath - preferably before Sherlock's latest experiment gets them both killed.

A Vintage Exceptionally to Your Liking by EmmyAngua (E, 95,334 w., 19 Ch. || Alternate Dimensions AU || S3 Fix It, Lies, Angst, Pining Sherlock, Superpowers, Domestics, BAMF Mary, Hiatus, First Time, Magical Realism, Slow Burn, Colliding Universes, Moral Dilemmas, Betrayal, Mary’s Past) – Sherlock and John met seven years earlier than canon and fell in love. When John dies, Sherlock is introduced to the concept of alternate dimensions and given the opportunity to visit a different universe where he can have a second chance with a new John Watson. A love story across alternate dimensions.

[lusty-kopfkino]

Batman Prompt 3 - Bryce Wayne

Female Bruce Wayne AU :D

Bryce Wayne is a diamond beauty; no one would expect the girl to be 'The Batman'. Bryce didn't intend for people to think of her bat persona to be thought of as a man. She pressed down her chest since it could get in the way of her movement and vision at certain angles. She is also quite tall for a female, but around average for a male. Her figure is mostly hidden through the thick material, and her cape also contributes to hiding her figure. She added a voice modifier because statically a lower voice is more intimidating than a higher voice, her normal voice isn't as high as most girls but it is still high compared to a guy's voice. The voice modifier is just meant to make her voice lower, gruff, and unrecognizable.

Bryce does not deny or correct when people refer to her as 'Batman' because it adds more cover to her secret identity, but she does not refer to herself as a man since it sometimes can be important to know that she is a female rather than a male in certain circumstances, like for medical things.

Of course with the fact that everyone thinks Batman is a man, so does the Justice League think she is a man. Somehow she has not gotten hurt badly enough with the Justice League that she would need to be given medical attention at the satellite, she has gotten patched up there but she did it herself. None of the members with powers know she is a she because her uniform blocks that being detected with enhanced senses.

The Justice League finds out Batman is a girl.

Batman either gets injured so her gender is revealed or it is casually mentioned by her in some way, like maybe all the members are hanging out together and the girls are talking together about girl things-

I just want to say Batman always, when she isn't busy goes to the member hangouts so she can 'bond with her team' as Alfred said, so she usually stays quiet, but when she is talked to she will respond, and when she thinks she can add something to the conversation she will speak up. Though it took some getting used to for most of the members they have learned that when Batman isn't talking business she isn't too good a talking, so they accept her kind of awkward way of speaking to people. They don't even notice the awkwardness anymore.

-Batman casually adds her own experience as a girl and then all the members are like What?' (some members are already getting an idea) Batman is like 'What? You didn't know? I'm a girl.' and then everyone freaks or something.

*When I am referring to the Justice League I mean Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, Green Arrow, and Black Canary but you can add more if you want.

[butcherlarry]

Weekly Fic Recs 35

Work was busy this week, but I still got in some fics to read. Tbh, it's what helps me decompress when I get home.

Anyway, on to the fics! There is art included with some of the fics, so make sure to check those out and give the artists some love too!!

Something Like Brotherhood by minnow_doodle_doo - Batfam, complete. Jason and Dick have some brotherly bonding time while Bruce is away. Some lovely art too.

On the Long and Lonely Road Through Hell and Back (I'll Never Leave Your Side) by ivy_and_ivory - Bruce & Clark friendship, complete. Bruce and Clark go on a road trip after Jason's funeral. Much feels are had by all.

Superman and the Monstrous Bat-Man of Gotham City by EloiseReed - Superbat, complete. Bruce and Clark get together fic, but put it in the 1940s.

Capes Define their Hero by truc - Superbat, complete. Cape porn. Literally.

It Was Always You by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, complete. Turns out, Kryptonians have soulmates. Clark suffers (until he doesn't).

Hedging Your Bets by Mithen - Superbat, complete. Bruce gets turned into an adorable hedgehog. It's really cute.

A kindred bond by Nyszu - Superbat, wip. More of the Bruce kidnapped by Evil Clark fic! I go feral every time this updates.

Smothering Love: On how Batman's hugs are deadlier than his glares by msOdds - Superbat, complete. Omega Bruce gives the worst (or best, depending who you are) hugs ever. This fic makes me laugh every time I read it :)

Absolute Corruption by Violet138 - Superbat, wip. Part of the Earth-1477 series. Battinson deals with an evil Superman who is obsessed with him.

More Things in Heaven and Hell by JustGettingBy - Superbat, wip. More of the X-Files crossover fic!

Inbox by audreycritter - Batfam, complete. Jason listens to voicemails on his phone that were left after his death. Much feels are had by all.

Patchwork Pod by Ktkat9 - Superbat, wip. More of the mer Bruce fic! Bruce and Jason are on a rescue mission and everyone is Worried.

His Budding Blossom by tekowrites - Superbat, complete. No powers au. Clark owns a flower shop and hires grumpy accountant Bruce to help with his books. Bruce has a secret though (sexy lingerie 💖).

a sky of honey by TheResurrectionist - Superbat, wip. More of the pregnant Omega Bruce fic. I never thought I would say this, but I LOVE sassy Omega Lex. It just Works. More lovely art by the talented januariat here (NSFW) and here (SFW). This is also another fic that I am absolutely feral about :)

cracked by still salvageable by aryelee - Batfam, complete. A secret garden au fic that I never knew I needed in my life. I was sobbing at the end. There is also lovely art that goes with the fic here and here.

Happy reading!!