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angeliclovely69 · 3 months

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Soul Ties - 1

Pairing: Lute x Fem!Reader

AU: Soulmate(You are born with matching tattoos)

Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Spoilers?, Adam being Adam, Gay, kinda similar to ACOSF, implied drinking problem

Summary: A relatively young Seraphim is forced to train with the Exorcists after breaking the rules. However, when she realises just who will be training her, she doesn’t mind. She enjoys the view.

Note: I have never read A Court of Silver Flames, but my friend said this is pretty similar. In what ways, I’m not sure, but I can assure you it is not intentional. Also, it wasn’t supposed to end in smut, but I couldn’t deny myself.

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Stars. You fucking hate them. Pretty as they are, you have never seen anybody else with them marked into their skin. The black signature ran down your back, four stars in a line imprinted on the skin of your spine. They burn as you walk into the training ring.

She is waiting there as you were told, talking to who you know to be Adam, the first man. You only catch the last part of their conversation, the woman’s words. “Yes sir.” Adam’s eyes meet yours, “I forgot you were hot, little Seraphim.” He laughs at his words, you don’t, and neither does the lieutenant.

You are the second youngest Seraphim, only older then Emily by a hundred years. Not young in the grand scheme of things, but young for a high ranking angel. Everyone knows your age is why Sera allowed you to get away with your disobedience for so long. She figured you grow out of it, but when you came to work hungover, she had no other option. She had to punish you, if only for the sake of her reputation. She gave you two terrible choices.

Fall or train.

Simply no choice at all, really. Falling means admitting you failed. You can’t, that would mean everyone was right. Training isn’t going to be easy, you have never worked any muscles besides your wings, and even that was just from flying.

“Lute, this is who you’ll be training.” Thank god goodness he said her name because when Sera mentioned it you’d still been hungover. “Pleasure.” The white haired woman met your eyes now, her own sharp, determined. She doesn’t answer your statement, simply blinks as if thinking too hard to process.

“Do I have to?” She directs her attention to Adam, who just flips her off and flys away. “Fuck.” She mutters. Her eyes close for a moment, then she directs her full attention back to you. “Can you do a sit-up?”

“Can you actually try?” She is getting frustrated. Terribly so. You are making her job harder. You have been sitting watching her do her workouts for about an hour. You don’t answer, just look around the room. You trained for about 20 minutes with Lute before the space began to fill with other Exorcists.

You are embarrassed, to put it simply. How are you supposed to want to train when literal warriors surrounded you. You are stubborn, and she is mean. She doesn’t care if you fall. Why should she put in all the effort when you don’t even bother to do anything?

“I will not train here.” You really aren’t trying to be difficult. Sure you don’t want to train at all, but you aren’t the type of angel that would ever make someone’s life harder, well…ignoring Sera.

You want her to understand. She doesn’t. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Your words go unanswered as the white haired lieutenant leaves, angry and confused. She understands this wasn’t your choice, but why the fuck can’t you do anything?

Lute asked Sera how you usually act when she originally told about the arrangement. According to Sera you could be stubborn, a little headstrong, but you would behave to the best of your abilities. Not only so that you wouldn’t be punished, but also because you hate making people angry. Any time you did, you ended up crying. Even Sera.

Sera had assured Lute that you’d try, but she couldn’t be sure how you’d react to the training, or Lute herself. Lute doesn’t know what the last part meant, but it doesn’t matter. She is going to end this arrangement. If you don’t care, she doesn’t either.

“How’d it go?” Sera asks, voice almost cracking. She is scared, Lute notices. “She didn’t do anything.” Bluntness laces her tone. Sera frowns. “Really? Nothing?” Lute wants to nod, but hesitates. “She did train at first, but then other exorcists came in, and she stopped. She just stared at me while I trained.” Lute rants.

The seraphim’s face seems to lighten, as if realising something Lute hasn’t. “What?” Lute doesn’t understand why you are the way you are. Doesn’t really care. Sera does understand, though.

You grew up as almost a younger sister to Sera. You aren’t related, but something about you draws Sera in. Draws everyone in, to be completely honest. You are, in a way no one could place, different. Not in the conceited way. No. Your soul just doesn’t belong where it is. You were almost too kind. Too gentle. Sera hates that she has to punish you, but you’ve been going through something she can’t handle.

“When the others came in?” Sera questions, confirming a thought process Lute still hasn’t caught on to. “Yes! I said that already.” Her tone is harsh, and one look from the high seraphim, has her nodding a silent apology.

“Did you not question the reason?” The seraphim’s voice is gently coercing the answer from the lieutenant. Lute simply shakes her head, her frustration growing again. She knows the reason, you are a lazy brat.

“Tell me, have you ever been embarrassed?” Sera’s smile is light. “Yes.” Lute’s single word was harsh. The seraphim gives her yet another pointed look. “Sorry…”

Lute has never been able to tame the frustration that always bubbles underneath her skin. A type of frustration that doesn’t belong in Heaven. Rage that killed hundreds. That was her purpose. Death and retribution. Her very soul screamed anger, pure uncontrollable rage.

That’s why Adam has chosen her. Chosen her over everyone else. Made her his lieutenant. His right hand. She obeys orders and allows unnecessary demands. That’s what this arrangement is. Unnecessary.

“Then do you understand?” Sera is calm, too calm compared to Lute’s frustration. Lute shakes her head. Not trusting herself enough to not let the frustration show again. “Do I need to explain it to you?” A nod. Short, subtle.

“In the simplest of terms, she’s embarrassed. Classical trained soldiers. Heaven’s greatest. The universe’s greatest. Compared to a girl who can barely walk up stairs without losing her breath. She’s probably the most proudly stubborn person I’ve ever met. She doesn’t want to fall on her ass.” A nice- no. Lute processed the information slowly. Sera asks if she understands. Another nod.

Lute doesn’t say anything else, just leaves the room. She isn’t sure where to train you if you are uncomfortable in the public space. Unless, she let’s you use her personal space. No. That isn’t happening. She’ll just have to make do.

It doesn’t work. The next day you do the same thing. For the first 20 you are engaged, then the others fill the room, and you sit off to the side.

“Fuck this!” Lute yells in the locker room, slamming her fist into the mirror. It shatters. “Fuck!” She yells again. You left a while ago, and Lute had to stay. You aren’t her only assignment after all.

Her back is burning. Her entire body is burning. Rage is practically seeping from her skin. She takes off her shirt in an attempt to cool down. It’s late, extremely late, and for once the training area is empty. At least it should be, it was a bit ago. Now, though, she can hear panting. Distant, airy. She debates putting her shirt back on, but she shrugs the thought off. The Exorcists have seen her shirtless before.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, the woman doing sit ups in the middle of the ring isn’t an Exorcist. It’s you. Panting. Sweating. She stares for a minute. Can’t stop herself.

When she finally catches herself, she walks over to you. “Shhh. Don’t talk.” Her tone isn’t soft, but it’s no where near harsh either. Improvement. Your eyes widen in surprise. You didn’t realize she was there. Fuck. How long was she there? Was she judging you?

She catches herself liking the look in your eyes. Liking your eyes in general. It takes a moment of staring for her to blink. “Go to bed. Ah. Sh.” She cuts off your attempt at an argument. “Go to bed. For training tomorrow meet me at my private training area. This time. It will be there from now on.” She doesn’t say anything else as she walks away.

She silently thanks god for it being dark. She doesn’t need you knowing anything about her.

#hazbin hotel lute x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lute x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x fem!reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute smut #soulmate au #matching tattoos #AU #hazbin hotel au #wlw #light enemies to lovers

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dxrksong · 1 year

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Jason 13 au memes part two

Bruce: *slams a door on accident*

Batfam: you slam door on Brood? YOU SLAM DOOR ON BROOD LIKE GROUNDINGS???! OH!! OH JAIL FOR FATHER!!! JAIL FOR FATHER FOR 1000 YEARS!!!!

Jason 13, calling Danny on speed dial: JAIL FOR FATHER!!!!

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Kitty:

Jason:

Kitty: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE BUILT LIKE A BRICK HOUSE!!!!!

Jason: to be fair, I forgot???

Kitty: speaking of which, hows that going out for you?

Jason: it's been....emotional.....not to mention the whord of shades trying to mother hen me 24/7

Kitty: I've been meaning to ask you about those.

Jason: I thought you wanted to talk about our relationship?

Kitty: we have communication rings, we can do that later. I'm more worried about the tall intimidating city spirit behind you.

Jason: oh that's just Gotham

Kitty:

Gotham: *tall black lady that can kick your ass* ;)

Kitty, sweating:

Jason: don't worry, she's nice. She's just a litte over protective of her kids.

Kitty: there's MORE of you????

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Kitty:

The batfam:

Kitty, surrounded by baby ghost cores like stray kittens: I don't know what's worse. How much they look like you or the inane urge to just adopt them all, oh nooooooooooo!!

Jason: now you know how it feels old man.

Bruce: *confused in bat*

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Kitty:

Catwoman:

Kitty: crimes?

CatWoman: hell yes, kitten!

[LATER]

Jason: WHO THE FUCK DYED MY SUIT PINK?!?!?!

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Kitty: you know considering my name it's a little odd that you're the one being all cat like.

Jason, laying his head on her lap while she cards through his hair: shut uuup, it's not like I can ask anyone else for attention like this. It'd be weeeeiiiird.

Kitty: *sighs* better hope you didn't leave your comm on.

Jason:

Kitty: Johnny.

Jason: I can't remember if I turned it off or not

Dick: you know little wing, if you wanted attention you could've just asked-

Jason: SHIT!!!!!!

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Spectra: so are you still dating him or..?

Kitty: you know? We died basically around the same time and we were introduced to each other first before anyone else, so we kinda just stuck together. And really everyone had kinda just started calling us boyfriend and girlfriend, and we just didn't think otherwise to correct them.

Ember: wait, so you two HAVEN'T been dating??

Kitty: it was never official, if anything it was an ongoing bet to see how long it would last before people started to notice. We're more like.....siblings but not quite. Or emotional support ghosts for each other.

Spectra: that....actually makes a lot of sense. You two are hardly seen without the other and you haven't exactly been dead for long, so it would make sense you're still settling down from the trauma of dying.

Kitty: did you just psychoanalise me?!

Spectra: You basically gave it to me on a silver platter!! It's a force of habit!!!

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Jason: hey squishy

Blob ghost in Johnny 13's bike: ?

Jason: think you can get this blob ghost out of my corpse-

Squishy: *Rev's backwards out of the bat cave*

Jason: ouch! Not even my own pet will help a zombie out.

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Danny: so how you feelin Jason?

Jason, sarcastically: oh just great, I've only had ONE murderous breakdown this week due to Zom!

Danny: Zom????

Jason: the blob ghost possessing me.

Danny: You named it????!

Jason: WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?!?! IT'S A FREAKING BLOB GHOST, IT'S NOT LIKE IT HAD A NAME BEFORE!!!!!

Danny:

Jason:

Danny: I'm telling frostbite-

Jason: Don't you DARE!

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Dick: Hey, Jason? Can you come over? I need your help.

Jason, muffled by a humming noise: sorry, I don't think that'll be possible at the moment?

Dick: what do you mean by that Jay, and what is that sound?

Jason, swallowed into the shadows and getting fussed over by the shades: would you believe me if I said I got readopted by shades?

Dick: U Wot?

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Batman: Jason, what's this about shades adopting you??

Jason: look I didn't ask for it, it just happened.

Bruce: and are they....good? Parents?

Jason: well they like putting me in shadow jail alot.

Batman: Shadow jail?????

Jason: not to mention the constant babying-

Bruce: WHAT?!?!

Jason: ?! Jeez Bruce!! Wha-

Bruce: YOU LET THEM BABY YOU?!?!?!

Jason:

Bruce: I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO DO THAT SINCE THE FIGHTING STARTED!!!!

Jason: .....are-are you JEALOUS?!

Bruce:

Bruce >:'(

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Dick: ok, so to recap! *pulls out a projector and a Google slide document*

Dick: Jason got reanimated by something going awry and messing with reality, accidentally reviving Jason. *click* He gets scooped up by Talia and revives him fully. *click* this leaves him with powers and uncontrollable emotional problems *click* apparently he can talk to ghosts and they are often friendly to him back. *click* so much so, according to Jason himself, he has been adopted by the entirety of the ghost population in Gotham *click* including the SPIRIT of Gotham herself.

*it's a vague drawing of what Gotham looks like*

Dick: any questions?

Tim: yeah, uh. Who's that?

Danny: hi! :D

Dick: no clue, next question!

Danny: I'm phantom! I used to beat Jason up when he used to go by Johnny 13!

Batfam:

Cass: does the Lazarus pit taste like lemonade?

Dick: no, it tastes more like sprite.

Duke: wait-how do you-

Dick: NEXT QUESTION!

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Jason, 'living on his own':

The Shades: :)

Squishy: :)

Gotham sometimes: :)

Kitty: :P

Danny: >:)

The various bird and/or bat: :)

Damien: :

Ember: lmao I'm the older one now! >:D

Spectra: (usually only when Kitty shows up)

Skulker: (target practice training) >:)

Technus: (built Johnny's bike believe it or not) >:)

The box ghost: (this man has dad energy, change my mind) >:)c

The lunch lady: (every growing ghost needs proper calories!) :)

Jason: ...............I need a bigger house....

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Batman steps into the batcave to see green fire everywhere, Jason in his ghost form, and Damien trying to stab him with a sword.

Damien: it was Todd's idea!

Jason: Damien, you fucking snitch!

Batman: language!

Damien: yeah Hood, watch your fucking language!

Batman: DAMIEN!

(Reference to this)

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Jason: remind me why you're here again?

Danny: what? Like I can't visit my favorite Rouge?

Jason: I thought that was plasmius?

Danny: he's my arch nemesis, not a rouge! He doesn't count!

Jason: if you say so. But why am I your favorite, and I'm pretty sure I no longer qualify to be one of your rouges?

Danny: dude you're the only one I can have a serious conversation about! Vlad's a fruitloop!!

Jason: yeah but at least he knows what he's taking about half the time.

Danny: psh. 'Half the time'

Danny:

Danny: you can still turn into Johnny, right?

Jason: I mean if I concentrate real hard I guess? But it'll take a lot of energy.

Danny: wanna convince Vlad he's going insane?

Jason: only if I can record it.

Danny: DEAL!

#danny phantom #dp x dc #jason todd #red hood 13 #halfa jason #dc x dp #johnny 13 #dc red hood #dc x dp au #dc x dp crossover #jason 13 #more memes #kitty danny phantom #dp spectra #ember danny phantom #johnny 13's shadow #shades #blob ghosts

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saytrrose · 4 months

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Can we see More about your racing AU please?

Looks so amazing and i love It so much

I do suppose I could share the character design line up!

I really just need to finish designing all the go karts, (atleast most are done!) and then I can make proper cards for them and really get into the written details.

To be honest it’s a little hard to just ramble about info and details without specific questions to go off of, so I’ll try my best hhh

for starters, the tent? Not a tent!

It’s actually a stadium, the amazing digital race!

And rooms? Sort of tweaked, they are more like each character owns a personal garage, a large open space where they store their vehicles and then have a loft above that showcases their cozy safe havens. Bed, entertainment, basically a small room in a much larger one.

I haven’t revealed Ragatha, Zooble or Gangles karts yet but I’ll go ahead and just talk about all of them!

Caine:

Caine has a motorcycle, specifically one inspired off of the motorcycle I’m saving up for this summer, a Kawasaki Eliminator. It’s a cruiser, I’m thinking he has a 600cc model but considering Bubble is his right hand man and operates as the races pit crew- he’s definitely tinkered with Caines bike, making adjustments and improving the engine. God only knows what the little psycho did, but it’s a damn good bike that’s not supposed to rev as loud as it does.

Pomni:

Her kart is inspired off a Volkswagen Beetle, seemed very VERY Pomni to me. Her car mimics her outfit design a lot, I might do some color changes to be honest but it will be super minimal, it’ll be final when the cards are done! She definitely stops at the pit the most often despite her placement in a race, are my tires okay?? Do I need my oil?? I know you just filled it but it went down- is anything damaged?? Sweetie you did one lap..

Jax:

Jesus Christ he has a giant supercharger on the hood of his car, and he is absolutely one of those annoying mfs that reva their engine OBNOXIOUSLY loud all the time like he’s super cool. If you’re wondering who most of the skid marks on the track are from, that’s also Jax. Hes the best as drifting, and he loves to show that off. His car isn’t based too much on an actual vehicle?? I stared at Mario karts and pieced it together, but also gave it a very sports car look, the wing on the back fr fr I think Jax would dig that.

Kinger:

OHHSOSK I was so creative with his little wagon,,, it’s castle shaped!! And the best part? Operates like a rocket. In the back past the battlement (the crown looking thing you see atop castle pillars) ARE GIANT exhaust pipes and yes, they do spit fire !! Operates like a rocket. It’s very cool! (Also he has a great muffler because unlike Jax he’s considerate of others hearing 💔) Oh also, he has one of those silly horns, I forgot how to describe it but you can just look at how I drew it on his kart and you’ll know heheh!

Zooble:

Our second motorcyclist, owns a trike! If you don’t know what that is, picture a bike with training wheels but super badass. 3 wheels! It’s inspired off the Harley Davidson freewheeler, I like that design a lot but it’s def not actually a Harley because istg when you buy those bikes your just paying for the fancy name brand- expect it to be in the shop all the time, smh not good- BUT ANYWAY!! The looks are inspired off it though and I can’t wait for this one because it’s just as crazy kooky as Zoobles design is.

Gangle:

Her kart is based on my favorite car, classic style but not too cool because you can bet she has anime stickers on the back and a decal that says “please let me merge before I start crying.” It’s similar to a karmann ghia convertible, 1963. Cherry red (so so pretty) She always has the top down, unless competing because damn you gotta go fast. That car itself is really slow, top speed normally is 68mph, however people have modified them enough to get up to 120mph. Thats still pretty slow compared to others, but her kart only reflects the appearance of the ghia! It’s much faster and I assume Bubble works on all their vehicles if asked to.

Lastly, Ragatha:

Our 3rd motorcyclist. 4 Karts, 3 cyclists. Her bike is a futuristic style, if you want a good idea then look up “icare bike”! Not so much a straight forward posture, she leans over ofc, you’ll likely get the idea when you see her bike. I’ll be honest, I haven’t gotten too into her design yet because I haven’t started drawing but!! Dark blue leds,, everywhere yes yes so cool ❤️

Sorry that’s so much 😭 but yeah! Just need to finish 3 kart designs for you guys and I can make official ref cards 👀

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #Caine #tadc Caine #Pomni #tadc Pomni #Jax #tadc Jax #kinger #tadc Kinger #Zooble #tadc Zooble #gangle #tadc gangle #Ragatha #tadc Ragatha #tadc racing au

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neopuppy · 1 year

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I Want To Play A Game (M)

preview. you’re really getting that sequel baby

pairing. Jaemin x female reader x Jaehyun

genre. Mean Boys Club AU(GASP), filthy smut, pwop

warnings. heavy cnc(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), threesome, cuckolding, degradation, horror movie roleplay, manhandling, double penetration, boo!👻

wc. 3k+

a/n: I am not reviving this series. Happy Halloween🎃

“What are you supposed to be?” Jaemin chuckles, sorting through a box of old Halloween costumes you dragged out from the attic to figure something ‘slutty— but not too slutty’ at the last minute.

“I’m an angel!” You grunt, turning to face him with a hand on your hip, your other pointing to the obvious fluffy white feather halo above your head. “Duh!”

“You sure are..” he drawls, eyeing the tiny pieces of white fabric covering only small bits of your body. “Does that make me the devil?”

Jaemin’s laid back on your bed resting against his elbow to prop up his head and watch you try on different outfits; a neatly groomed eyebrow stays cocked in his usual arrogant manner to remind you he’s waiting for an answer.

“You’re too cute to be the devil.”

Humming under his breath, he nods, suggestively fingering a ghostface mask between two digits. “Too cute..”

A loud crash booms from downstairs twisting your neck to gaze toward your bedroom door letting out a gasp of surprise. “What was that?”

“Probably just the boogeyman, baby. I hear he loves to devour innocent little angels like you.”

“You’re so funny, I nearly forgot to laugh.” You bite, returning your attention to finding the wings you know pair with this costume.

“You could always be one of the fallen angels,” Jaemin hovers behind, grazing the flat tips of his nails over your shifting wing-bones, still covered in faint scratches from a few weeks ago. Jeno’s doing, he scoffs, already lecturing his best friend about leaving visible marks behind. “Would be more fitting for you. A sweet pure angel, banished from heaven.. dropped to earth to suffer and endure pain without your wings.”

“What are you even on about?” A frustrated grunt sends one of the boxes filled with different looks to the floor, another loud hard to ignore thud shooting up from the ground below. “Did you hear that??”

Jaemin shrugs, toying with the sheer skirt covering your scantily clad bottom squeezing the fat mounds of your ass in a tempting way. “Probably left a window open, it’s coming down pretty hard outside.”

“Can you go check?” The pout you pair your question with has Jaemin huffing under his breath, fixing you with a steely glare before rolling his eyes with devil horns on his head and a mask in hand.

“Get’s wet enough on my lap to soak through my sweats while watching the most grotesque gore films- but scared of a little rain and thunder.” He whispers, snarkily smirking. “Good thing you have me, your ‘not my boyfriend, but not not my boyfriend’ around to protect you.”

“Jaemin.. be careful okay?”

He smiles, opening your bedroom door with his back pressed against it to keep his eyes on your anxious expression. “I’ll be back.”

“Don’t say that!” You hiss, stomping a foot lightly. “You know that's one of the horror movie rules!”

Jaemin lets out an airy laugh, amused by your concern. Playing with your doorknob to make a clinking sound behind his figure, he shoots you a wink, altering his vibrato to match the old Dracula tone. “I’ll be back.”

It’s been more than ten minutes, in fact, it has been fifteen minutes now.

Jaemin hasn’t come back, and the alleged sound of an open window smacking against something due to the wind and rain has stopped. Nothing has reached your ears other than the hard fall of droplets pelting against the roof over your head, and while you consider waiting longer, you also consider that your friend may have fallen.

He knows your house too well to have gotten lost, but maybe, possibly, this scenario did not involve an open window. Maybe Jaemin found his way out to the backyard, maybe he slipped in a puddle of mud.

That’s it, he probably slipped.

It’s easy to repeat that in your head as you gingerly pass through the hallway outside of your bedroom. The flashlight on your phone leading the way through areas less lit up, with your free hand attached to the staircase railing as you tiptoe in your clear strappy platforms down each step. Stripper heels, that's what Jaemin called them when suggesting you try out that career path for extra money one night before smacking your backside with a wad of cash.

“Jaemin?” You croak, more of a timid whisper than actually calling out his name enough for him to hear if he really is outside.

It’s not as if you haven’t woken up in the middle of the night and found your way down here for a glass of water to soothe your parched throat.

But something feels different tonight. Condensation from fog and rain paints the windows surrounding you, the moon glows more golden, orange and red than you’ve ever seen before. A blood moon for an unholy night when witches and ghouls come out to play.

Something about tonight feels eerie, spooky, sending chills up your spine as you walk through the kitchen and head to the door leading out to the backyard.

“Jaemi—“ the gasp you let out near gags your lungs. Choking on your tongue with a heel planted to spin around and face the kitchen entrance when the lights flick on.

“Jaemin! God! You fucking asshole.” Breathlessly, you clutch at your chest, heaving heavy breaths with one of your hands seeking refuge along the kitchen counter behind you. “You scared me!”

Jaemin doesn’t budge from where he stands at the entrance, having changed from the devil horns he had on before to his other option.

“See, ghostface makes more sense for you.” You say, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re just like Billy Loomis, total creep, obsessed with sex, most likely to try and murder your girlfriend after taking her virginity.”

Jaemin’s head tilts to the side, the ghostface expression masking his actual face quite silly. Black cloth drapes his frame, disguising him well enough to hide the physique you’d be admiring if not.

“Well? Isn’t this the part where you chase me around as an excuse to make my boobs bounce in slow-motion until I stumble like a bimbo and get stabbed to death in some oddly arousing way?”

Jaemin even changes his walk, adding more of a terrifying element to each step gliding across the tile floor toward you. The sound of his feet doesn’t even reach your ears, continuing to approach you until he’s standing close enough for his figure to loom a dark shadow over yours.

“Oh I get it now.” You laugh, mocking another gasp of surprise with your palm spread out near your lips. “You wanna play psycho killer?”

Jaemin nods slowly, leaning closer until your lower back digs into the counter.

“Yeah? Can I be the helpless victim?”

Another nod and his hips meet yours, locking you in place with no space to move or escape.

“Right right… how does it go again?” Testing your acting skills, your voice raises in pitch, wide eyed and helpless for your predator to fully enjoy. “No please don’t kill me Mister Ghostface! I wanna be in the sequel!”

Jaemin’s face leans in until his breath fans across your lips out of the thin dark fabric concealing his mouth, a clear glint of teeth shines from behind. “You already are.”

A deep voice that doesn’t belong to your friend rumbles slowly, jerking your spine to stand straight and shove him away with force to create enough distance. “What the fuck!”

You don’t make it far, of course, no more than a few steps your mystery guest lets you run for a little chase. A chase that makes his cock throb harder between his thighs. Just a small chase to where he wants you, falling to your knees on the living room floor with a cry.

“Jaemin?!?!” It’s more of a shriek this time, a scream followed by a strangled muffle.

“Shh shhh” a black gloved hand cups your mouth, covering the bottom of your face too much, left unable to even let out another proper scream. “It’s like you wanted your little boyfriend to watch this.”

The masked man trapping your backside to his chest tosses a turned on flashlight out, rolling across the carpet until it hits the tips of Jaemin’s boots. The muffled shouts coming from your friend sat on the couch tied by ropes knotted around his thick bare body, duct tape covering his mouth. The light flashing perfectly on his large red watery eyes bulging out as he jerks in place to break free.

Plastic rubber brushes your ear, blowing out strong breaths of air to push away loose strands of hair. “You wanted that sequel, helpless little whore prancing around like some common street slut. Offering your nasty fuckhole to anyone who will bite.”

Jaehyun, of course it’s Jaehyun.

The familiar tough skin on his cold fingers dragging down your torso eases tension from your shoulders. The slump you give comes off more defeated than relieved, and it’s good enough for him, evident by the hard rod digging into your hip and ass.

“A helpless victim is what you are, isn’t that right?”

Jaehyun’s never gentle, he’s never nice. Between your four fuck buddies he has more of an evil sadistic side, and thats why he keeps fucking you. No feelings, just unadulterated raw disgusting sex, thats what brings you together, even after he forces you to choke and gag around his thick size for hours. Even though it always hurts with him, even when you bruise and ache for days after.

“He’s already hard and I haven’t even fucked you.” Jaehyun’s voice vibrates trying to suppress a laugh while jerking your head to lay on his shoulder and keep your eyes focused on Jaemin who’s given up on struggling. “Should I let him out? Should I let him play with my toy too?”

A rapid nod is all you can give him, shoved forward in a rough manner for your chin to smack land against Jaemin’s knee. Jaehyun knows you probably bit your tongue from the cry you let out, and he smacks a stinging hit on your ass to make you convulse further. Hide your face between his friends' thick thighs to smear the first batch of tears stinging the rims of your eyes.

Jaehyun’s groping everywhere, digging his palms into your lower back to shove your waist into a perfect dip, scratching down your hips as he practically rips the sheer cover and poor excuse for panties off your lower half, the remains of it left at your knees making it impossible for you to spread open.

“So wet, you’re fucking dripping down to your knees.” He’s muffled behind you with the mask still on, but his unmistakable deep voice still rolls like lightning up your back. Rubbing your cheek against Jaemin’s thigh to admire the bottom of his hard cock resting on the planes of his flat etched stomach. He’s so hard you swear that he’s throbbing against each rise and fall his torso takes as he tries to breathe properly.

“Nasty whores get wet like this.” Jaehyun says flatly, gloves discarded to smear arousal on the backs of your thighs. Meeting your buttcheeks with wet claps of his hands only humiliating you all the more when the sound of his slick coated palms rings louder than the thump of rain coming from outside.

“Nasty sluts that love to act like stupid helpless victims.” Jaehyun’s hoarse vocals tremble through your ear, hunching over with a hand placed on your throat in a way that would leave you coughing and sore for days, he hisses, forcing your cheek to hit on Jaemin’s inner thigh. “If you cum, I’ll kill him.”

“No!” A knee jerk reaction has your feet scattering, scrambling to move closer between Jaemin’s legs until your mouth and chin graze his length, the heavy sack between his thighs keeping your head perched in a straining way.

“Listen like a real good whore and I’ll let him play too.” Jaehyun commands quietly, just for your ears to pick up on. His other hand circled around the base of his size to press the tip of cock against your tight rim. “I know how much your slutty ass loves getting fucked, unprepped, not even stretched because you love how it hurts.”

Jaemin’s eyes flutter shut listening to Jaehyun degrade you, remind you of what a filthy piece of work you are. He can’t stand it sometimes, watching you fall apart because of another man, let alone one of his friends.

But moments like this, watching your big glazed over eyes roll back until nothing but the whites are visible with your teeth gritted, nearly foaming at your mouth just at the thought of getting your hole abused sets off a fire in his lower back. The burn raging through his stomach and chest, pulsing more spurts of precum out. The obscene amount of it glistening on his washboard stomach, jerking upon the defined muscle it rests against.

Fuck. Jaemin thinks. You better not cum.

You won’t, he knows you won’t, because that’s only for him now.

“God, you were fucking made for this. You know that?” Jaehyun rips off the ghostface mask before returning to constrict your air flow with his hand tethered around your throat. The tip of his length prods your rim, pushing in the wide girth a few centimeters despite your body's resistance, despite how you tremor and whine out a chant of ‘nonononono’.

The wail of your pain only serves to stiffen him up more, encouraged by your feet kicking on the carpet burning against your knees, he pushes forward more with a growl.

“This is all you’re fucking good for. The way you stay tight for me no matter how many times I fuck you proves it.” Jaehyun’s not one to waste time, thrusting past your tightness even as you start to scream that it hurts. His teeth grind, each muscle lining his stomach and back flexing from the power exerted through each slam of his hips. The clap of his thighs meeting your backside more audible than any cry or scream you let out.

“Keep fucking you until you’re loose, useless for any other cock to even feel good back here.” Jaehyun’s fucking into you with more purpose now, driven by his own words to actually ruin your hole.

It hurts, throbbing pain across your lower back from the position of roughness of each thrust. The drag of his massive size ripping your skin apart, barely even covered in the arousal he swiped through carelessly.

But Jaemin’s gaze never breaks from your face, large eyes attentive to every reaction and change in your demeanor. From the croaked moans sneaking out between your cries to the way you lose your voice, speechless as you turn into the perfect little fuck doll for him.

The visual of you so broken and lost in your dazed euphoric high always shatters him, ripping through his chest whenever you reach that point, cursing under the tape haphazardly placed on his mouth when you go cross-eyed with your tongue hung out like a dumb little pet.

Reflexively his hips jerk, fucking nothing but air just to feel some part of your face touch the underside of his length. That’s all it takes though, the soft silk of your skin feels like sin dragging on a thick pulsating vein there, pushing a weak squirt of cum out that spills out and hits your forehead like a marking.

“Sick fuck.” Jaehyun rasps, laughing breathily when Jaemin pleads with furrowed eyebrows to free him. Only caving because another minute of this and his friend might explode.

One pull on a knot circling his bicep has Jaemin tugging himself loose, dropping down to his knees immediately to force Jaehyun back. The position sandwiching your figure between their heated muscular bodies.

“You drive me crazy.” Jaemin tries to keep quiet, failing to do a good job, only making his friend chuckle as he helps mount you onto the others thighs. The two of them combined suffocate you, both chasing their orgasms fast with drilling thrusts that bounce you up and down, harshly breathing with Jaehyun’s grip never losing its strength on your throat.

Fingers flex and tighten to jerk your head again, forced to look at Jaemin’s distraught pleasured face crumble before you, Jaehyun bites on your earlobe, slamming his cock into you hard enough to feel every inch of him. “Tell him.”

“Huh? Wha—“

Every rough thrust Jaehyun gives you fills your ass up more than the last, losing your wording to another shouted moan, he keeps at it, pointed thrusts burying his size to leave you stuffed full each time. “Tell him.. tell him you love my cock.”

Jaemin’s length tweaks inside of you as he hears Jaehyun’s demands hiss around him. Glaring at you while he works to fuck you faster, a brutal pace that has your head spinning to the point of losing any common sense.

“I—wha..”

“Say it!” Jaehyun growls, slapping the side of your thigh repeatedly until you’re screaming at the top of your lungs how much you love his cock, how much you love the way he feels fucking your ass.

Jaemin thinks he blacks out for a minute at the feel of you clenching around them in unison, tighter than he can handle after waiting and watching for what felt like forever. Never one to handle edging well, he stills just to let the sensation of your cunt gripped around him wash through his limbs, locked in place while Jaehyun stills behind you. Even in his weakest moment, somehow managing to look cold and cool with a clenched jaw and eyes shut soaking in the pleasure.

“Did so good, you always do.” He has to say it, biting the back of his tongue as he wraps around your waist to finish off inside of you with sloppy thrusts. You always look so pretty fucked out like this, too pretty to not praise even just a little bit.

Jaemin’s tongue pries way between your lips, collecting a fat wad of saliva to hawk down your throat, the smack he gives your cheek forcing your mouth to clasp and swallow as he pushes you down with a kiss. Hissing with his cock softening, still trapped between your thighs. Too sensitive to fuck back into you again still, but not ready for his cum to spill out yet. He opts to stay pressed against you even though you grumble and weakly punch his shoulder, with a laugh, he takes a hold of your hand to peck your knuckles softly.

“You know.. you survive the sequel, you could outrun Michael Myers at this point”.

Jaehyun lets out a chuckle, smacking your hip to make sure you don’t fall asleep yet. The nights only just begun. “A threequel.”

“That sounds like a made up word.”

The doorbell rings right on time, turning your heads in unison to watch a fist erratically pound against the windows bordering the front door.

“That’s definitely the boogeyman.”

#nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #jaemin smut #jaehyun smut #na jaemin smut #jeong jaehyun smut #nct jaemin #nct jaehyun #nct imagines #neopuppy fics #nct fanfic #onek #nct scenarios

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hanakoofthejungle · 12 days

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HuskerDust watercolor fanart based on the fanfiction, Casino of Love by @artwaterfall. The fanfiction, in turn, was inspired by the Overlord Husk AU created by @celestialalpacaron.

Drawing timelapse

This scene comes from Chapter 15 where Husk and Angel went on their first date at Fizzmodeus' restaurant. They had lobsters. Angel did not know how to eat a lobster so Husk came to the rescue. Basically, they just abused the hell out of that poor dead creature. (It occurred to me: Where does the lobster's soul go? Does it end up in hell, watching its body being consumed?)

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Angel tried again to pry the shell off still looking over to the side. “Am I doing it?”

Husk barked a laugh so loud the pianist looked up frowning.

“Ya gotta look at what ya doing.”

“Ugh,” Angel deflated and let the lobster rest on the plate, “ maybe I shouldn't have lobster.”

“Here,” Husk got up and walked behind his chair. He laid his hand over Angel's and resumed trying to pry the poor crustacean body.

Angel blushed at the proximity, Husk was practically whispering into his ear about the damn lobster but Angel had trouble focusing with the overlord's hand on his own.

Still Angel butchered the first half of his lobster and screamed in joy a little too loud at having half of it done. People downstairs looked up at them again, frowning.

Husk was still helping him with the second half, juices and lobster bits flying everywhere at Angel clumsiness but every time they joined stares at each other, he would find the cat laughing along with him.

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Now why did I choose this scene to draw? Because it is fun, simple, wholesome couple interaction and very relatable. It reminds me of the time when I had lobster for the first time in Brussels, spending more time to crack open the lobster than actually enjoying the dish. Turns out lobster did not taste that great, but at the least the group of elderly American at the next table got a good laugh out of watching me and my friend absolutely butcher that lobster :)))

Having never watched Helluva Boss, I had to look up what the inside of that place looks like, but mistakes ensure due to that very wrong heart shape and lack of patterns on the wallpaper. I was lazy but hey at least I got that lamp thingy on the table right :))) As usual, the clothes are the focal point of my fanarts, "a beautiful deep blue, floor length dress, there was only one shoulder strap and a lace veil came from it all the way to the floor behind his shoulder" and "freshly pressed black suit with a deep blue tie that matched Angel's dress". Husk's suit in this drawing is not actually black but a mix of ultramarine and sepia. I usually don't use colors straight out of the pan, but mixing them. I made an exception in this with the lake red color of Husk's wing. I forgot to draw the wings before I did the line art, so I need the color at its strongest to cover the line art which was not supposed to be there.

My tools still include pencil and Leningrad watercolor. I have been using that watercolor set for over 10 years and it is still the best watercolor set I have ever had. This time I use the Blue Uni-ball pen by Mitsubishi Pencil instead of black M&G gel pen. The line art looks much smoother and the waterproof blue ink added a nice touch to the drawing. I expect nothing less from one of the best pen manufacturers out there.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #husker x angel dust #overlord husk #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #angel dust hazbin hotel

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hopepetal · 1 year

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Part two of my desert skies au with @applestruda! You can read part one here :)

Reblogs are appreciated :3

Standing on the edge of the rocky outcrop, Grian took a deep breath as the cool air rustled through his hair. The breeze here was stronger than it had been in the Isle of Dawn or the prairie, bringing with it the scent of rain and petrichor. Gazing down at the trees surrounded by clouds, Grian was lulled into a sense of relaxation and calmness by the quiet peace of it all.

“Whew! Bit more chilly here, huh?” Scar’s voice pierced through the quiet, and Grian glanced over at his companion as he shivered dramatically. “The wind’s really whippin’ out here.”

Grian snorted, amusement colouring his tone. “This isn’t bad compared to some other spots, but it has caught some moths off guard. I quickly learned that I had to hold on a little more tightly when it came to this part.” With that, he held out his hand. “I trust you not to let go.”

Scar saluted, before taking Grian’s hand. The sensation was already becoming familiar, and it made Grian’s chest feel warm. Happiness, he supposed, was a rare sensation when dealing with moths who ran off upon seeing anything remotely shiny– and in Sky, there were many such things. Honestly, one would think his job description was babysitter instead of guide.

“Ready?”

Grian and Scar took a few steps then jumped off the outcrop, spreading their wings to catch an updraft before tucking them in close to dive into the tunnel made of clouds. The wind whistled past them as they shot through the first section of forest, spreading their wings once more to slow themselves down for their landing in front of the stone archway. The landing was a little rough, causing Grian to take a couple quick steps in order not to pitch forward, but they made it in one piece.

“Oh, wow!” Scar giggled, stretching his wings out wide. “That was crazy. We should do it again!” He ran his hands through his wind-tousled hair, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “We’ll do that again, right?”

Grian stretched his wings as well, groaning lightly. “Ahh, if you stick around long enough I’m sure we will.” He offered his hand again, and led Scar down the path to the large stone wall. “Right, just have to light this little thing…” He reached out and pressed his candle’s flame against the blue gem, waiting for the light to activate the gate.

Scar watched with the same fascination as before, jumping when the gate began to rumble open. “Oh! Ohh, that's fancy!”

Grian giggled. “It's just a gate, Scar…” He led Scar through the gate, the sound of rain hitting the ground an unfamiliar but welcome noise. “It's been too long since I’ve been here.” He glanced over at Scar, who was staring up at the cloudy sky. “Forgot what rain looks like, huh?” he joked, to an unusual silence.

Scar seemed to jolt back into himself, shaking the thoughts out of his head with a sharp jerk of his head. “Maybe! C’mon, G, let’s go!” He let go of Grian’s hand and jumped right out into the rain, letting out a surprised honk when he landed face first in the giant puddle that had collected in the middle of the area. “Oop!”

Grian didn’t even have time to shout a warning before Scar had his wonderful moment of grace, but he was quick to rush forward and help Scar up, leading him to the next gate and wrapping his arms around his companion. “Goodness, don’t go charging into the rain like that,” he murmured as his wings shimmered, “you’ll lose your light that way.”

Scar leaned into the hug. “I have you with me. I'll be okay! My light is in your hands!” He pulled away. “Thanks for that, G!”

Grian sighed. “Absolutely not. If you go running off into the rain, your light goes straight back into your own hands. I will not take responsibility for you being a goof.” He stepped forward and placed his candle near the blue gem embedded into the gate wall, watching as the light traveled up. The gate opened without much fanfare, and Scar once again took Grian's hand and followed him through the gate.

The forest was beautiful, Grian had to admit, but it was still dangerous. Rain dripped down from the trees that stretched toward the cloudy sky, pooling on the ground in light-stealing puddles. Luckily for them, the roots of the trees provided cover, and little light sources had been set up ages ago, long before Grian made his first trip through.

He squeezed Scar's hand gently, glancing up at his green winged companion. Scar seemed enthralled by the area, head turning all around as he tried to catch every last bit of the sight. “It's so blue,” Scar whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break the scene.

Grian chuckled. “Yeah. Very blue. Is blue your favorite colour?” He glanced at Scar's wings. “I would've thought it was green.”

Scar honked happily, flapping his wings. “I love all the colours! They all work so well and…” He paused, as if rethinking something. “...except maybe this like… purplish red? I dunno. Something about the colour makes me feel ick.”

Grian tilted his head slightly. “Magenta?” he asked, confused. “Well, to each their own.” He raised his face to gaze out at the forest once more. “Right. See that tree? We're going to run there and stop to recharge. I don't doubt we could just run through, but that won't be the case in the actual forest and I want to show you what to do ahead of time.”

Scar nodded. “Right! Lead the way!”

Holding Scar's hand firmly in his own, Grian ran out into the rain, feet splashing in a puddle before landing on wet grass. The rain pricked against his skin and wings, cold and draining. Pushing himself a little faster, Grian reached the light source under the tree with a gasp. For a moment, he let the light warm him before he relaxed.

Scar's voice cut through the warm haze brought on by the light. “Whew! That was excitin'! You good, G?”

“...yeah. Thank you, Scar.” Grian took a deep breath. “Right, then! Let's go!”

They made it to the gate unscathed, without falling into any puddles. Grian opened the last gate, a strange feeling of excitement building in his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen her. He couldn't help but let out an excited honk, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Scar glanced over. “You're excited,” he noted, curiosity in his voice, “may I ask why?”

Grian stopped rocking, meeting Scar's gaze. “Oh! Well, you remember how I said I was a guide?” He waited for Scar to nod. “Well, I'm not all too good with the Forest. It's huge, and there are a lot of places to get lost in. Tiny cracks and crevices, you know.” He led Scar through the gate, continuing to talk. “Luckily, I have a friend who lives here.”

“Why would anyone live here if it's so dangerous?” Scar asked, to which Grian shrugged.

“She's just like that. Always has been a little crazy.”

A familiar voice interrupted their conversation. “Now, you two fellas wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would ya?”

Grian lit up, taking Scar's hand and running to the gazebo. “Pearl!” He let go of Scar's hand to throw his arms around Pearl, honking excitedly. “Pearl, hey! Hello!”

Pearl honked back, her call echoing and deeper than Grian's bird one. “Heya Griba, long time no see!” She twirled him around before setting him back down and offering her light to Scar. “Hey there, stranger.”

Scar accepted her light, eyes shining. “Well, hello there! I'm Scar. Nice to meetcha! I've been traveling with Grian for a bit, to catch all those winged lights!”

Pearl laughed. “Yeah, he's obsessed with them.”

“As if you don't go insane whenever you see something shiny,” Grian shot back, though his tone remained light hearted.

“Birdbrain,” Pearl retorted, giggling. She examined Scar, eyes landing on his wings. “No moths this time?” she asked, “I thought that's what you stuck to.”

Grian scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Funny story about that, really. I thought he was a moth. Turns out he was just really bad at flying.”

“It's true! That's how I got this!” Scar pointed at the crack in his mask proudly. “Face first into a wall. Bam!”

Pearl nodded sagely. “We’ve all been there. Griba especially.” She dodged Grian’s half hearted smack, laughing at his annoyed honks. “Right! I heard you boys needed a guide through the forest. Lucky for you,” she added, “I’m the best forest guide there is.”

Grian crossed his arms. “The only forest guide. Trust me, if I could find someone else who knew the forest as well as you did I would–”

“–Which is why you were so excited to see me and jumped into my arms,” Pearl interrupted, “because you just hate me so much.”

Grian covered his face with his hands, groaning. Scar giggled at the banter, looking at Pearl. “Well, I think you're amazin'! I'd love to be guided through the forest by you!”

Pearl held out her hand. “Come on, then! Let's get some winged light!”

“I'm not too sure how I feel about you flying,” Grian muttered, taking Pearl's hand and gesturing for Scar to take his. “Last time we flew together…” He grimaced. “At least you don't fly in the forest, I guess.”

Pearl glanced back at Grian. “Oh, maybe you don't fly in the forest. I'm a little different.”

“Pearl? What does that mean–?”

Without another word, Pearl spread her wings and jumped off the edge of the cliff, honking as Grian shrieked in terror. Scar was just as happy as Pearl was, judging by the spamming of honks he let out as the trio soared through the air.

When they landed safely tucked away under tree roots, Grian immediately turned to Pearl. “What was that?!” he demanded, shaking off stray droplets of water from his wings. “You aren't supposed to fly in the hidden forest, you'll lose your light and–!”

“Grian.” Pearl's voice was uncharacteristically serious. Not the kind of serious that came alongside anger, but a gentle kind of serious. “Look at me. Look at Scar.” She gave him a moment to look between the two of them. “We're not moths. I know this area better than I know you. I would never–” She squeezed his hand gently– “put you or Scar in danger. Okay?”

Grian was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Pearl. And, uh, sorry about that.” He shrugged slightly, trying to play it off. “Guess I'm just a little too used to being a guide, huh?”

Scar squeezed Grian's other hand gently. “Yeah. C'mon G, get out of teacher mode.” His joking remark helped lift the mood, and Grian squeezed Scar's hand back in appreciation. “Alrighty! Let's get back out into that rain!”

Pearl laughed. “Hold on there, give me a second.” She pulled out her umbrella, taking a moment to open it. “This should protect us from the rain.” She glanced over at Grian. “Does this make you feel better?”

Grian stared at her. “If you had that, why didn't you take it out in the first place?”

Pearl shrugged. “Didn't feel like it.”

Grian spluttered indignantly, but was unable to form a sentence before Pearl took his hand and dragged them all back out into the rain, laughing as they splashed through the puddles on the ground. Scar honked excitedly as they ran, holding tight to Grian's hand.

Pearl took off the ground with an echoing honk, and Grian had to admit he was impressed with how she maneuvered through the air. She had certainly gotten better at flying since Grian had last let himself be led by her, which had turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life. Needless to say, he hadn't let her forget about the incident in the valley ever since.

Of course, she wasn't as good at flying as he was– but that was unfair to her. Grian had a reputation for being sky's greatest flier for a reason, and it wasn't like anyone was going to take that title away from him any time soon. Flying was as essential to Grian as light was– perhaps even more so. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't able to fly.

Pearl spread her wings and pulled back as they landed in front of a shining winged light. “Here ya go! First light of the forest, just for you!”

Grian's wings fluttered as light shimmered down from the proximity to the winged light. Holding out his hands, he brought the winged light toward him, feeling warmth spread through his entire body. The winged light disappeared into his wings, and Grian let out a content sigh.

Next to him, Scar had done the same, cupping his hands and bringing the winged light close. “Oh, well isn't that just lovely?” Scar murmured, letting the light seep into his wings. “Ooh, it's so warm!” His voice was filled with the same kind of awe Grian heard in moths, and for some reason it made Grian want to take Scar's hand and never let it go.

But that was a very odd thought, and Grian shook his head slightly to clear it from his mind. Turning himself slightly to face away from Scar, Grian cast his gaze out over the hidden forest. From the high vantage point, he could see the vast expanse of the forest stretching out in every direction.

It was then that Grian realized that Pearl was amazing.

Well– that was a lie, he had known this ever since they met, when they were faceless and nameless and she took his hand to lead him through the afterlife. But it was just now, gazing out at the forest, that Grian really understood. The forest was a dangerous place. Full of twists and turns and dead ends, hidden cracks and crevices tucked away in the dark. It was the one place that Grian couldn't guide moths through– and the place Pearl lived.

“Ahem. Care to join us, or are you going to spend the rest of forever staring at the rain?” Pearl's voice shook Grian out of his thoughts, and he turned to see her holding out her hand. “We have an entire forest to go through, Griba,” she reminded lightheartedly.

Grian snorted, taking her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Lead the way, Pearlie.”

Scar took Grian's hand, pumping his other hand in the air with an excited honk. “Woo! Here we go!”

It may have been raining in the hidden forest, but the group's laughter was like sunshine. Scar and Pearl became close friends incredibly quickly, and much to Grian's horror, Pearl began telling the most embarrassing stories about her and Grian's time together in sky. All of which were vehemently proclaimed false by Grian; he had never been a good liar, and Scar told him as much with a giggle.

Their time together was far too short, and the three of them found themselves standing in front of the temple soon enough. Grian reluctantly let go of Pearl's hand, Scar still holding onto his. “Thank you so much for guiding us,” Grian began earnestly, trying to keep his voice from trembling. “I've missed you a ton. It was nice to catch up with you.”

“It was nice to meet you!” Scar added on, “I hope we can travel together again soon!”

Pearl nodded. “Of course! And Grian–” She held out her arms, and Grian practically threw himself into them. “Oof!” She staggered back a few steps, laughing. “You better come and visit me, mate. It gets lonely in the forest.” She ruffled his hair, earning an indignant squawk. “If you don't visit me, I'll have no other choice but to come to you. And no one wants that,” she joked.

“I will,” Grian promised, pulling away. “I'll visit you so much you'll get annoyed with my presence and never want to see me again.”

“Impossible.” Pearl glanced up at the temple, her gaze following the glowing jellyfish that bobbed and spun midair. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then.”

“How about see you later?” Scar suggested. “We'll be back, after all! The dynamic duo, Grian and Scar! Don't worry!” His voice took on a dramatic tone as he bowed. “We'll be sure to grace you with our presence again soon!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. See you later, then. And have fun!”

Grian took Scar's hand, and with one last wave goodbye to Pearl, took off toward the temple.

It was time to leave the forest, and enter the valley of triumph.

#my writing #hermitcraft fanfic #hermitcraft au #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #scar #pearlescentmoon #pearl #desert skies au

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small-sinclair · 1 year

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I Promise I'll Always Love Ya

A continuation for Take Me Instead. This IS NOT the final part. Please read that before reading this to catch up on what's going on :3

This au is inspired by @ahmnom; check out their art!

Welcomed readers: @lhhsol, @phantomcat394, @nameisrojda (thanks for giving me this idea), @akiranamio, @fluffy-little-demon, @sketchy-rosewitch, @zaras-really-dreamless

Told by Bo's POV

dad!Bo Sinclair x fem!y/n (y'all are married)

Tw: Reader's in the hospital, starting off with angsty right away, religion mentioned, past near death experiences, strong words, reader flat lines, Bo gets sedated

Enjoy! (sorry not sorry for this angst)

That night, Bo didn't sleep, and he swore never left her side. He was scared that he would lose y/n if he turned away just for water or to blink. As night fell over the hospital, some nurses were changing shifts so the night owls took over. Nurse Macy, even though she was supposed to be off, didn't live the delivery wing until Dr. Henrik told her to, and he tried to tell Bo the same thing.

"Ya'll have to kill me," Bo answered, his eyes tired and drain. He didn't eat anything all day, missing breakfast to get extra cuddle time with his wife and kids. He didn't know what went wrong? Did he hug her too tight to make her here in the hospital with their child on a breathing box? Was this his fault?

"Excuse me?"

Bo's blue eyes, drained but still dangerous, glared at the doctor. "I said ya'll have to kill me. If ya wan' me out, then ya'll hav' ta shoot me." he looked back at his wife and brushed her hair back. "Ain't leavin' my girls."

Dr. henrik let out a deep breath. "It's hospital rules--"

"Fuck the rules," Bo snapped. "An' fuck you, too, if ya thin' yer goin' to drag me outta 'er."

Nurse Macy placed a hand on the doctor's shoulder and pulled him back gently. She's dealt with a father like this before; her own son acted the same when his wife was in Mrs. Sinclair's shoes. She stepped forward and sat on the chair next to Bo.

He was kneeling by his wife the whole day, his grandmother's rosary behind her and his hand. The amount of prayers and pleads he sent up was enough to make his voice horsed and strained. He rain out of tears to shed for awhile, but when he heard her heart monitor drop dangerously low, he started crying again. He felt helpless and broken, and he hated this feeling. As long as he lives, he never wants to feel this way. But his prayers never stopped. He hasn't prayed this hard since Lester's truck flipped into the ditch during a Louisiana storm.

He was in the ICU for two days, flat-lining for the first night. Bo wanted to forget how his brother struggled to breath, to say away in his arms as the EMS came to the country road. It was all over some tourist that almost got away, but Vincent took care of them so fast before any flashing lights came. As he waited, he held his brother tightly as he could without hurting him even more, glass cutting into his legs and knees. Bo thought promising his little brother that if he lives he'll do better, be a better big brother for him, to promise to be the best and not be like his father...

"'M tired, Bo," he breathed, his eyes slightly parted. Rain dripped off Bo's curls and hit his face. "'M really tired."

"Stay awake," Bo encrouged as he looked down at his brother. He cradled him in his lap. "I-I promise I'll be betta--"

"'M sorry..." Lester was struggling now. The glass and blood and pain; it was all too much. "... I fail-failed ya."

"Ya didn't fail!"

"Bo?" Lester looked up at the rain filled skied as he breathed out in a sigh, "Do ya believe heaven'll le' me in?"

Lester died in his arms for the first time, and Bo nearly lost it. He doesn't admit to his fears or show it, but his worst fear came through: losing his family, his brothers.

Bo will never forgot how easy Lester's ribs broke as he did CPR in the flashing blue and red lights, the driver running towards Bo while the other got the AFIB from the back. They took over for Bo as police came to pull him away, Vincent taking Bo into his arms to hold him back. When the stretcher came out to put him in the back, Bo went with them, holding Lester's hand as he laid so close to death. Him dying again in the truck then coming back again showed that he was fighting, but Bo knew he was tired... so tied...

Now, Bo feels like he's living that same stormy night again, but it's with his wife and new born daughter. He hated how he couldn't save them from this pain, and he hated how he couldn't take that doctor out back and beat the shit out of him.

"Mr. Sinclair?" Nurse Macy's voice wasn't above a whisper, but it was enough for him to look over his shoulder at her. "How about we take a break?"

"Can't," he breathed, eyes tired. "Won't leave 'em."

"I didn't say anything ;bout leavin, sugar," she said, offering a sad smile. "My husband is waiting for me at the front desk, and I asked if you could come with us to dinner at the Calbur's." She looked back at his wife then at his daughter behind them. "My friends, Jackie and Coby, will be the ones to take over."

"Don't wan' men 'round 'em."

"Jackie's not a man," she reassured. "She's a mother of five. Coby is the only male, but he's, well," she made a face, "fruity... if you know what I mean."

Bo relaxed a little. He felt better if... no, wait. No.

He shakes his head. "Can't leave 'er." He looked back at his wife and squeezed her hand. "Can't live without her."

"Then let her rest," Nurse Macy insisted. "What would she want you to do?"

He clinched his teeth too hard but he left out a shaky breath. "She-she would wan' me ta make sure our kids were safe an' feed."

"And what about yourself?" She hummed.

"Y/n would wan' me to eat." He didn't know why he sounded defeated when he looked back at the old nurse then back at y/n. "She'll be mad."

"That's right," Macy agreed, but she didn't sound mean. She was speaking to him as if he was her own son, and it made him feel comfortable and safe. His mama never talked to him like this. "So, how about you come with me, we get food, and drop you off? Sound like a plan?" He didn't realize that she wasn't from the south... huh. "Afterwards, I'll be back in the morning to take over again."

Bo looked back at his daughter, who was sleeping soundly, then back at his wife. She looked so peaceful and still, her chest rising and falling ever so gently under the covers. Bo swallowed dryly and stood up. His knees were numb and sore from kneeling all day, but he didn't seem to care at this point. If he stood the whole day by her side, his knees would still feel the same. He felt weak, powerless, and he hated it. he brushed her heair back and bent down, kissing her forehead sweetly.

"Be back as soon as I c'n," he whispered by her ear. "Won't be long... I promise, darlin'." He kisses close to her ear to seal it.

Bo closed his eyes before leaving the room, whispering, "Lord, don't take 'em while I'm gone. Don't do it."

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Just like Macy promised, Bo was right back in the hospital, but he had something else in his pocket: a pack of Reds and a green lighter. He needed a hit, something to take the stress away. he stood outside the hospital as he smoked his first cigarette in 15 months, feeling guilty that he broke his promise to y/n of smoking. He promised that once this was all over, he'll go back to quitting again. He needed good-enough lungs if he wanted to play catch with his sons and run after them. If the twins were anything like him and Vincent, they'll be running all over the place. Jasmine, his oldest, didn't run as much, but she's still curious of the outside.

He put the cigarette out in the smoking bin and went inside towards her room. Bo could feel a thunderstorm coming, and he wanted his daughter to feel safe in the room, to know that he wasn't going to let the monsters or demons get her. He'll kill everything first before that happens. But Bo wanted y/n the most. He just wanted to feel his wife in his arms again, to hear her laugh at him for being like this and to be mad that he smoked a cigarette. He wanted to hear her scold him for breaking his promise.

But he was greeted by a familiar face sitting next to her bed, holding his hand, and his body tensed. Why was Vincent here? Why was he hear with her and not with his daughter?

"Hell ya doin'?" Bo asked, his eyes looking between him and her hand. "Le' go an' head home."

Vincent shook his head, and that's when Bo noticed that he wasn't wearing his mask, his face. His free hand lifted, signing, 'You should not be alone.'

"Wha' 'bout my kid?" He took a step closer, ready to hit his brother if he answered wrong.

'Lester is at the house in Ambrose.' Vincent's brow fell as he looked down at y/n. His thumb circled over her knuckles. Vincent didn't say it but he's scared. Terrified. What will happen if he ever lost her? 'Has she waken up?'

As much as Bo didn't want to have this talk, he found himself sitting on the bed, careful not to crush her legs. Bo rested his hand over her knee, giving it a slight squeeze. "Hasn't moved or nothin'." Then he looked over at his daughter. "She's made plenty of noise," the he chuckles, saying, "Reckon she'll be a screamer."

'Oh, no,' Vincent's shoulders fell and playfully signed, 'Not another screamer.' He gave a smile when he heard the baby fuss. 'But she is cute.'

"Cutest thin' ever seen," Bo added. A thought crossed his mind, and he liked the idea. He stood up and went to the sink. He washed his hands good and through, dried, and went to his daughter's crib. She was awake, her little arms wiggling in the cotton candy pink like a cat's tail, when he picked her up. He's been so worried that he hasn't held his daughter yet! He felt like the biggest jerk. "Hey there, little sunshine."

Her eyes melted his heart. Her right eye was a shiny ocean blue, like his, and it was so bright and filled with sparkles. Her left eyes was the brightest pine tree green he's ever seen, and it chest caved in as he looked down at her. "Oh, sweet pea," he breathed as he held her over her bed, careful not to move the wires or her oxygen. "You are so beautiful."

His eyes looked up to see his wife and his soul crushed. "Wish your mama would wake," Bo hummed. "Miss her like heck." He's not going to cuss while he holds his daughter. "But 'm happy I hav' ya, sweet pea." He takes a deep breath as his eyes meet Vincent, who was trying to get a glance of the child. Bo smirked and looked back down at his daughter. "Would ya like to meet yer uncle, Vincent?"

As soon as he mentioned Vincent's name, his brother was standing on the other side of the crib, ready to look down at the baby. If she's like her siblings, she would cry at the sight of his face. All three of them cried when they first aw Vincent, but her bright eyes looked upon him without fear. Instead, her little hands reached up and grasped his hair. She cooed happily, earning a smile from both twins. How could she looked at him without fear?

Vincent didn't tough her; Bo has to tell him that it's okay. "Look at that," Bo hummed, joy filling his eyes. "Seems like she likes ya, Vinny." Vincent nodded in agreement. "Must think yer handsome or somethin'."

"... I think he's handsome."

Their eyes shot up at the new voice, and Bo could cry. He laid his daughter down gently and hurried towards y/n's side. Her eyes were glazed and tired, and Bo knew she was trying to say awake long enough.

"Y/n!" Bo was overfilled with joy as he sat on the bed close to her, leaning down to kiss all over her face and cheeks. "Darlin, yer okay!" He held her face and rested his head against her forehead. "You're okay."

A weak hand reached up and cupped his cheek, and Bo held it there. He leaned into her touch and left hurried kisses along her palm and wrist, kissing up her arm and down again.

Y/n chuckled. "Breathe for me, baby," she whispered. "Deep breaths."

"Shh, shh, honeycomb," he whispered against her skin. "Don't talk. Please--"

"'M tired, Bo," she whispers. From Behind, Vincent eye looked up at the heart monitor. He looked at Bo then back at the machine. He started towards the door to find a nurse. "I'm really tired."

"I know, doll," whispers Bo, brushing her hair back. "I know 'at." He didn't realize that he was shaking. "But I need ya to stay awake."

Her head turns to the crib, a soft smile forming. She wanted to stay long enough to hold her child, but the pain was getting too much all at once. "Take care of them?"

"Don't say that--"

"I love you, Beauregard Sinclair," she breathed out, two nurses coming in the room as Vincent's hands wildly signed for help. "I love you..."

When a relaxed sigh escaped her lips, thunder broke and rain pattered against the wind. Glass might as well exploded on his face when he heard her heart monitor ringing loudly.

"No," he whispers as he felt Vincent pull him away from the bed. "No. No, no, no, no!" He's stronger than Vincent, and Vincent knows this as his grip became deathly hard annd fast as he dragged his brother out of the room. "No! Y/n, don't go! Don't go!" He didn't mean to scream her name as Vincent dragged him away, far enough for two doctors to rush in. "Don't go!" He pushed on his brother's arms. "Let me go! Let me go, Vincent!"

"No," Vincent answered, his voice raspy. "Can't do that."

"She-she needs me!" He shouted, trying like hell to be free. He wanted to run back in there and start her heart himself. He wanted to rip out his own just for hers to beat again. "I-I need her! I need her, God!" Soon, two night shift guards came to Vincent's aid to hold him back. "Let me go, now! Vincent, let me go!" He looked as the scene unfolded, his heart breaking as they wheeled out her of the room and hurried towards a surgery room. Bo wanted to kill. He wanted to taste everyone's blood on his hands, rip out their hearts and throw them away. He wanted blood. He wanted to kill God. he wanted y/n.

He felt like he was losing Lester all over again.

Bo was lowered to the ground as something pricked his neck, warm liquid shooting throughout his body. Sleepiness took over as Vincent hushed him in his arms. He held on to his brother tightly, crying in Bo's hair. Both felt their worlds falling apart over y/n, and who could blame them? She was the world to them and more. She made Ambrose better and showed them what it's like to love and to be loved.

"Don't take her, God," Bo breathed, looking up at the white ceiling. "Don't take y/n! She's mine. She ain't yours! Y/n's mine." He cried as he felt his eyes starting to close, and he begged, "Fuckin' take me! Take me instead! Take me... bastard, take me..."

Thunder rumbled over the hospital as it began to pour. Louisiana never sounded so silent before.

#bo sinclair x y/n #dad bo sinclair #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x female reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair #vincent and bo #lester sinclair #house of wax fanfic #house of wax 2005 #house of wax #house of wax fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slashers x reader #slasher

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oreoambitions · 4 months

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Alex tugs urgently on Kara’s pack, her face suddenly pale. “I forgot,” she says. “There was so much else to catch you up on- Stay away from Lena Luthor.”

Kara raises her eyebrows. “Luthor? As in?”

“As in the Luthor family, as in the sister of Lex Luthor. She’s in the third year, and she’ll try to kill you as soon as she hears that you’ve entered the quadrant. Fuck! They should have just let you go to the scribes, I swear-”

“Lex Luthor led the rebellion,” Kara says slowly. “Why would we ever allow a Luthor within Argo’s walls?”

Alex’s expression is pained. The woman ahead of them is signing the rolls now; time is running short. “All the children of the rebellion were conscripted as well as marked."

"Sure, but a rider? This is supposed to be an honor. Luthor is the heir to a rebellion that killed thousands of our people. She has no right-" Nevermind the fact that it's more obligation than honor for Kara. The thought of a rebel, here, in Krypton's most prestigious order of warriors makes her nearly as sick as the sight of the bridge she's about to traverse.

"Nobody expected her to make it over the parapet,” Alex explains in a rushed whisper. “You should have seen her in her first year; she was a tiny pale thing, a hundred pounds soaking wet. Even if she somehow made it across, everyone figured another cadet would kill her. Revenge for the rebellion, or making a name for themselves, that kind of thing. But the wind failed to take her, and once in the quadrant she stayed a step ahead of everyone. Then she bonded a dragon, so. She’s a wingleader now.”

The hair on the back of Kara’s neck stands up. She’s not sure what a wingleader is, but it doesn’t sound like the kind of role she’d like to see in the hands of a Luthor. “That’s… unfortunate,” is all she says. The last conscript ahead of them is disappearing into the tower.

“She’s sworn allegiance to Krypton, but Kara, she’ll kill you. For what Astra did to her brother, she’ll hunt you down. Stay away from her.” Read the Fourth Wing AU on Ao3

#oreo writes #supercorp #fourth wing au #dragon rider au #imagine getting chapter 2 out on schedule #could not be me

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readeren · 11 months

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Double Kwami Hero Design

So, I found @nobodyfamousposts Double Kwami AU, and I wanted to come up with a design for Marinette. So, here is my sketch.

When I was searching for inspiration, I searched for black and red cats and saw an image of a black cat with red eyes with is why Marinette has red eyes (though I wish I had made them yellow now). It also made me think of the blood moon, and I originally was going to go with that idea for her outfit, but then I remembered that black cats are considered good luck in Asian cultures, so I went looking into that.

And I found that black Maneki Nekos exist, and they protect wealth by warding off evil. Since Plagg is technically the kwami of destruction and not of bad luck, I thought this could work and ran with it.

So, Marinette now has a somewhat Asian inspired outfit with short red shoulder sleeves (due to the ladybug and original blood moon inspiration) and a leotard. She is also wearing boots though they aren't fully drawn. The gold accessories are supposed to be a bell and one of those maneki neko coins with tassels. I also gave her drill hair with ribbons to resemble cat ears and antennae.

Unfortunately, the colors aren't exactly right since I only had pens and a marker at the time and phone's camera sucks. The outfit is mostly supposed to be black with a bluish tint with the sash being actual black, and the inside part of the coat(?) is supposed to be a light blue so it resembles insect wings. Also, the outfit has some red lining.

Unfortunately, I can't draw hands and forgot about her combined weapon. Also, I'm not sure what work as a name.

Edit: Unrelated, but how do I add images to asks?

#double kwami au #Marinette Dupain-Cheng

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crying-over-cartoons · 4 months

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INTRODUCING:

The Elemental Serpentine AU!

In this AU, each Serpentine species is getting reworked! They're all getting new, more varied designs, and I'll be making a lot of new species to align with each elemental power in the show!

I'm also reworking much of the lore surrounding Serpentine, since what we are given is inconsistent, and quite vague.

As of now, I have new designs for each of the Serpentine species that appear in the show! Designs for new species to go with the missing elements will come later.

Please note that this AU is a work in progress; the designs I have here are subject to change!

Details about each species are included under the cut~~~

GENERAL AU STUFF

I decided that I want all of my Serpentine to have tails, instead of just the generals. If they have legs, they end up looking more like anthro lizards than anthro snakes. I'll let them keep the arms, though.

In the show, the Serpentine are covered in intricate details. As nice as these details are, they make it difficult to draw Serpentine in 2D. So, more for my own sanity than anything else, the patterns are getting toned down.

CONSTRICTAI - EARTH

I genuinely hate a lot of aspects of the canon design for the Constrictai. Their non-existent necks and random spikes make them look more like horrible little dinosaur gnomes than snakes. For my design, I let them keep the spikes, but moved them so they weren't sticking straight up out of their head. Most important of all, I gave them necks.

Inspiration: Boa constrictor

HYPNOBRAI - MIND

In spite of how it may seem, I did not remove this species' hood! Real snakes with hoods only 'hood up' as a threat display. I decided to incorporate this into my AU. It's not visible here, but my design has false eyes on the back of the hood. I noticed that the original design has snakes in the patterns, so I've incorporated that in a few places. I think I may have gone too far with simplifying their design, so we'll see how it changes as I continue to iterate.

Inspiration: Spectacled cobra

VENOMARI - POISON

This one has received some of the biggest changes in the AU. I felt the Venomari's extra eyes looked quite out of place in my new lineup, since it would be the only one out of a now larger number of species to have four eyes, so I lowered the number to two. I don't like the original colour scheme all that much, so I decided to take a page out of the poison dart frog book and make them bright and varied in colour. They can have a variety of colours and patterns. Like the Hypnobrai, the Venomari have a hood that can't be seen in this image.

Inspiration: African bush viper

FANGPYRE - FORM

I changed the shape of the head pretty drastically, but the colours are the same, even if the pattern is different.

Inspiration: Coral snake

ANACONDRAI - LIGHT

The colour-changing ability of the Anacondrai is so underutilized that I literally forgot about it until I started rewatching the show with my brother, so I've decided to make it more prominent. In this AU, Anacondrai change colour as a method of communication and expression. They can also change their colour to disappear, just like in the show.

Inspiration: Green anaconda, RainWings from the book series Wings of Fire

VERMILLION - FUSION

Each of the Serpentine are born or hatched without visible limbs, appearing as ordinary snakes to the untrained eye. While most species undergo a metamorphosis at a young age, emerging with two limbs, Vermillion do not, and remain in a larval state for their entire lives.

Inspiration: Garter snake, axolotl

MAARAY - WATER

According to the fan wiki for Ninjago, these guys are supposed to be eels, but I thought they were Serpentine when watching the show, and they have the same head model as some of Aspheera's lackeys, so I've made the executive decision to make them Serpentine in this AU.

Inspiration: Yellow-lipped sea krait

#ninjago #ninjago serpentine #ninjago constrictai #ninjago hypnobrai #ninjago venomari #ninjago fangpyre #ninjago anacondrai #ninjago vermillion #ninjago maaray #ninjago elemental serpentine au #crying over art #btw PLEASE google some of the snakes i used as inspo they are so beautiful #especially the african bush viper and yellow-lipped sea krait

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Arbormagic Sydrome (The End Of The Wizarding World) Chapter 5 | Hogwarts Mystery Infection AU

Chapter 5. Trust and Support

It's been two days since the Kneazle Incident. Many students couldn't properly participate in lessons as they were traumatized by what they saw. Professor Kettleburn was considered responsible for what happened. As the two students were seriously injured he's been suspended from his job at Hogwarts.

Barnaby and Maelström were transferred to the hospital wing and treated. Barnaby's condition was better than Waterfall's, but his wounds were still serious and the Kneazle leaved very deep scratches along his arms. His hands were bandaged and have to get disinfected over time.

Maelström's face was almost fully bandaged, nobody was allowed to visit him since the incident and he was in coma since he was brought to the hospital wing.

The whole situation even broke Rakepick's plans but gave her some time to deal with the situation with Merula's wand. She wouldn't even care about it but when she examined Snyde's wand she couldn't help but felt that she saw it somewhere. She usually recognises every type of curses she meets, but this one made her confused and doubted.

Anyway she still searches for the answers. Even though she now has less job as Five Year's students were briefly suspended from classes, finding the information about the 'curse' she met was more than just difficult.

Merula was thinking about what happened for a long while. The Kneazle's attack proofed that something wasn't right, but she couldn't search for the answers all alone. Later, he was going to tell Ismelda about what happened in the common room, but now she's moving towards the hospital wing to meet Barnaby.

She hoped she wasn't the only one who noticed the Kneazle's behaviour. Before it attacked Waterfall it looked not aggressive but rather scared. If someone also noticed it, it has to be Barnaby. At least there was some use in his knowledge about animals.

Snyde was already about to enter the hospital wing she noticed that Rowan was walking away from the room. He noticed how determined she was when she walked towards the room and wondered if she was also looking for Maelström.

- Merula? Are looking for Maelström? - he called out. He sounded quite uncertain and awkward, Merula wasn't the one he could casually talk to.

Snyde suddenly stopped and turned towards him. She even forgot there were other students as she only saw her destination and no obstacles.

- No? Are you? He is supposed to be in the hospital wing, isn't he?

- Yes, he is.. but.. I didn't find him there. I wanted ask Barnaby but he was sleeping and I leaved. - he sighed and Merula couldn't help but felt a some kind of empathy towards him. Maelström was a selfish, arrogant, conceited liar and yet, he had such a loyal and trustworthy friend like Rowan.

She saw how worried and conflicted he was and once again felt regret that the Devil's Snare didn't manage to end Waterfall's miserable existence.

- Listen, Rowan. We both know something isn't right with Maelström. You have to be the first one to notice that. - she didn't want to stay silent about it anymore. She had to make sure everyone knows the truth, even though she wasn't sure if she knows it herself.

- I.. - he wanted to deny her words but he indeed noticed but how strange was Maelström's behaviour recently. His emotions became somehow unstable, he was constantly complaining about thirst and hunger, scratching his skin, and besides all of this, Waterfall was very aggressive towards magical creatures. - I want to trust him.. But..

Merula looked at him closer and gave a slight nod, already knowing what he's going to say.

- You're right. - he finished. He was still very uncertain, he felt like he's betraying Maelström, but aslo felt like something really is wrong.

- Oh, finally. - she smirked at him. - And don't say I didn't tell you that before.

- But you didn't?.. - he already felt like regretting saying this but Merula only rolled her eyes.

- Anyways, I think I might be very close to finding the answers. Not like I care about this freaky thing Waterfall.

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Barnaby just woke up and leaned at the back of the bed. He still felt this burning pain in his hands but he didn't regret helping Waterfall. It was the least he could do for his friends. He was a little surprised that he didn't notice Maelström anywhere in the room, but decided that he was probably transferred to the hospital in Hogsmeade where he could get better treatment. Suddenly the door in the hospital wing was opened and he flinched a little when Penny rushed inside the room and moved to the other end of the room with a quick pace.

It wasn't even a minute when she came back with an even more angered look than before. She stopped near Barnaby's bed and clearly had something to tell him. Barnaby couldn't help but noticed the red scratches on her skin. Even now while she while she looking at him she was scratching her skin. Hands, face, neck, everything had these red marks.

- WHERE'S MAELSTRÖM?! - she asked almost yelling. Barnaby even though it wasn't her as it was the first time he saw her like this.

- Well, he's not here.. - he responded, still being a little confused. He didn't even manage to gather his thoughts as everything happened too quickly.

- What do you mean he's not here?! - she shouted back while her nails kept leaving red scratches on her cheeks.

- Um.. Obviously, I mean he's not here.. - he responded, not really understanding the question. Her expression was enough to tell him that she's not satisfied with such answer. - I don't know where he is. He was probably transferred to the other hospital..

- Don't know?! How do you fucking not know if you've been here together all the time?! YOU, USELESS PIECE OF. - she didn't manage to finish her sentence as she was interrupted by Barnaby, to this moment it looked like she almost caused her scratches to bleed.

- There's no need to yell, Penny.. - Barnaby said, feeling a little hurt at her words. He never thought she could think about him like this.

- Yell?! I don't ye.. - suddenly, she stopped like she just came back to reality. She even stopped scratching her skin for a moment and her expression became less annoyed and aggressive.

- I-I.. - her features softened and her look slowly turned into a really worried one as she saw Barnaby's upset look, and she felt extremely guilty after she understood what she just said to him.

- I'm so sorry, Barnaby I.. I don't know what's wrong with me.. - she managed to say while one could heard a slight trembling in her voice. Her eyes watered before a few tears fell down her cheeks. - I don't know what's going on with me.. . I-.. I... I yelled at Tonks.. Insulted Ben.. and even Rowan.. It's.. It's all because of this curse.. I wanted to ask Maelström to stop searching for the vaults, but couldn't find him anywhere!.

- Hey, hey, it's fine, Penny... - Barnaby said softly, helping her to sit down at the bed. He couldn't bear seeing her tears and even felt like crying himself. - You can tell me everything, just please, calm down.. - he saw how difficult this all was for her and he felt genuine empathy towards her. He carefully pulled her in his embrace and gently hugged her.

- Please, Penny.. Don't cry. You'll get through this.. We will. - he said, really trying to reassure her. She indeed looked very tired and scratching her skin was obviously painful for her, but she just couldn't stop herself. Seeing her suffering was more than just painful for Lee.

She leaned on him and she couldn't believe she was finally able to rest after everything. She felt constantly nervous, afraid and tired. She felt so guilty for hurting her friends and this support from Barnaby was very important for her. She layed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. - Thank you, Barnaby..

(Thx for reading 💝 😊 The next part is going to be about Tonks and Rakepick and I'll try to write them 'till the end of my weekends (this Wednesday :'<) I also need to work on my school project but it doesn't mean I'll not spend more time drawing and writing things I'll not need in my life >:>

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your vampire noah au has me hooked immediately, i had to come here and ask you questions after reading.

first things first, your half vampire tag. what exactly does that entail? it could mean anything. are there going to be other character's who are a vampire?

secondly, what are the other ships mentioned in the tags? are they going to be important enough to mention any time soon? or can we know them now.

thirdly, is this going to be based off of stakes? with its recent departure from the fandom, a lot of people are missing it. is there a reason you posted this when you did, so close to its deletion?

is fourthly a word?

fifthly, what does the soulmate tag mean? i've never seen it used in that way before.

sixthly (?), can you tell us anything about it? fun facts, i mean.

seventhly (i'm just winging it at this point), does noah being bitten on his ankle have any plot relevance to it? given that it wasn't on his neck?

that's all i can think of for now.

woaaah this is like .. one of the longest asks ive ever seen. sorry it took me so long to reply, i really had to think on how i would respond to this..!

well, lets start in order.. lets seeee..

mm i dont know if i can answer this in a way that isnt spoilery or holds plot relevance. sorry if that doesnt help ur curiosity, but rest assured it will be addressed in the fic itself so .. just stay tuned!

i dont see how it would be any spoilers to say this, so ill just come out and do so already! one of the main background ships is geoff/gwen/bridgette. they are just so cute to me, and id like to make it clear the three of them are all dating each other. there is also going to be eva/izzy, of course; and owen/izzy (izzy has two hands). another ship im entertaining the idea of is possibly duncan/dj? but neither of those two are going to have much relevance to the story. actually, funny story, this was supposed to be an alejandro/noah/heather fic, but i totally forgot to tag it as such. im debating on if i want to keep it that way afterall, or have it stay just alenoah.. i guess we'll see the further i write. there is some others but those are a bit spoilery so, stay tuned..!

uhh.. i feel like thats a very weird thing to ask? but, i guess you could say i was inspired after reading stakes? i began writing this last month (pictured below) so i wouldnt say i wrote and posted this just because stakes got deleted. actually, i wasnt going to post this fic at all until i had at least 5 chapters written for it, or all of it written, but i got too excited after finishing writing chapter 2 so.. teehee...

i THINK it is..!

teehee i cant saaay.. much. what i can say is it being 'non-typical' is important. its nothing like soul bounds themselves. how youd think of a soulmate 'au' is not what this is, nobody are soulmates. but .. well.. sooomething may happen. i will just say, it has something to do with vampire culture.

fun facts, huh..? mmm i really dont know.. tbh not even i think too deeply on this sort of thing.. i guess id say that noah has a lot of moles / freckles everywhere? so him having a bite mark wouldnt really raise suspicion, given that its just two puncture wounds. i dont know, im sorry! i guess ill have to think on this some more.. im sort of entertaining the idea that theres more to the universe than just vampires, if this helps. buut,.. i havent decided yet, teehee.

hmm, aside from me thinking itd be funny for him to have a mark on his leg? well... who knows!

anyway, thanks for caring so much to ask me stuff!

#asks #animals do not repent #total drama

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lino-jagiyaa · 9 months

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Behind the mask - Lee Minho

cool, what do I do now?

SYNOPSIS: Minho's life is changing quickly and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. His parent's divorce, his new apartment, everything seemed a mess.

genre: angst, fluff, non idol!au, alternate reality!au, domestic i!au, high school/college!au, prologue | content warning: mentions of divorce, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption | words: 1304

NOTE: this is a prologue! you must read this part first to understand the rest of the series - happy reading!

taglist: @dadonbabysworld @lynanist @lix-ables @strayingawayy

the characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are used purely for fiction. By clicking "keep reading" you consent to the following content.

"hey, minho! can you come downstairs for a sec? his dad yelled from the living room.

minho was in his room playing a video game when he heard this. pausing the game, he made his way to where his parents were sitting.

"yeah, what's up- wait what's wrong?" he asked

"sit down for a second, we have something serious to talk about."

he then took a seat in a chair that was facing where his parents were sitting on the couch, still confused about what all of this was about but still willing to listen.

"min, we're getting a divorce." his mother spoke up

"we'll give you some time to let that sink in. and we're sorry to abruptly drop this on you, but we've been thinking about this for a while now. we just didn't want to stress you out further, with you being in your last year of high school and all." his dad explained

minho rubbed his face, trying to take in everything.

"it's okay. I understand, and it's your guys' decision. and before you start, I know that it's your job as parents to want to protect me, but i'll be okay."

"what's your plan anyway? who am I living with until I go to university?"

"well we were thinking you could rent out an apartment until then while your dad lives here and I go stay with my sister for a while until we get the paperwork finalized." his mom gave him a reassuring smile.

"oh!- I mean yeah, that's fine. i'd enjoy living on my own now that I think about it." minho joked, trying to lighten the mood

his parents laughed at his response

"will you be alright though?" his dad questioned

"yeah of course. dad, it's not like I'm losing either of you, right?"

"of course not, come here and hug your old man." his dad laughed

minho got up and hugged his dad followed by giving one to his mom too.

"oh, i almost forgot! we got you a present as well, to lift your mood a little." his mom said, before letting go of him.

getting up from her spot on the couch, minho's mom went into the guest room close by the living room and came out with a cat carrier, and sat it on the floor, opening it to reveal an orange and white patterned kitten.

"his name is doongi." she smiled

minho leaned down to greet his new cat.

"well, hello there little one" minho beamed

“mom, has he met soonie yet?”

“mhm. i let them play together right after we picked him up yesterday.”

“so that’s why he kept running off… oh, and where did you get him? the same shelter i got soonie?”

“i suppose so, and nope. we got him from your friend from middle school. we tried our best to keep it a surprise until now.” his mom explained

“well it worked, thank you.”

“no problem, son. how about you go play with soonie upstairs so you and doongie can get to know him better.” his dad patted him on his shoulder

𖤐𖤐𖤐

a little while later, after playing with the cats for an hour or two, minho decided to text one of his closest friends. he needed someone to vent to. sure, he was putting on a brave face for his parents and cracking jokes but in reality, he was freaking out.

minho ended up texting his friend chris. they had been close ever since sophomore year. him taking minho under his wing, seeing that he didn't really speak much and didn't seem to have any friends that went to their school. it really meant a lot to him. even if he didn't express that with words very often.

minho: hyung chan hyung 🐺: yeah what's up? minho: are you busy rn or today at all? chan hyung 🐺: nah is something wrong? minho: i just need someone to talk to...if that's okay chan hyung 🐺: yeah ofc. whatever you need, bud minho: can i call you? chan hyung 🐺: yeah

𖤐𖤐𖤐

chris: hello?

minho: hey...

chris: it's bad isn't it?

minho: y-yeah. so much is happening so fast and I don't know what to do. i feel like I have no control, hyung i-

chris: min, what happened? what's going on?

minho: my parents- they're getting a divorce. hyung, i stayed calm when i was with them but it's all too much right now. they even said that I'm gonna be living on my own. like what the fuck. they didn't even give me the option to stay with one of them. this is bullshit.

chris: wow... i'm sorry. when did they plan for you to move?

minho: i think tomorrow? everything is moving so fast...

chris: i know, min. it'll be okay. i promise. do you want to come over? you can stay the night at my place if you think that'll help you. even if it only makes you feel only a little bit better.

minho: yeah that sounds good.

chris: do you want me to pick you up?

minho: yeah. i'll go get packed.

chris: alright, be there in a bit.

𖤐𖤐𖤐

while talking to chris, minho was trying his hardest to keep it together. still shedding some tears and sniffling here and there. trying to stay quiet to not draw it to his parent's attention.

after he finished packing up his bag for his friend's house, he wiped his tears and headed downstairs.

"hey, bud. where ya headed?" his dad questioned

"chan's picking me up. is it okay if i stay at his tonight?"

"yeah, no problem. just come back in the morning so we can bring some of your stuff to the new apartment, okay?"

"alright, thanks."

"have fun." his dad smiled

just as minho headed outside to wait for him, chris pulled up and got out of the car to greet him.

"hey" chan started, arms stretched out to give him a hug

"hey, h-hyung." minho felt his knees growing weak, letting out everything he was holding in.

"it's okay. i'm here. i'm here." chris gently rubbed his back, trying to calm him.

"let's get you outta here, yeah?" he smiled

"mm" minho hummed and smiled back

"you wanna stop by the convenience store and gets some snacks?"

"sounds good."

"hey, chan?"

"mhm?"

"thanks again. you know, for always being here when i needed you…"

"min, you don't have to thank me. i'll always be here for you no matter what."

minho wipes his tears again, staring out of his window until they arrive at the store.

“do you want to wait in the car or go in with me?” chan asks

he shakes his head “i’ll go in.”

the store was empty as usual besides the familiar cashier so the two decided to scan the isles looking for snacks and drinks.

“min, you know what we should get?,” chan had a grin on his face.

“no, what?”

“these!”

chan then raised up two packs of pokémon bread to show minho excitedly.

“aw man, i haven’t had these in a while.”

“could be fun.” chan displayed his dimpled smile, raising his eyebrows up and down

“yeah, let’s do it.” minho smiled back

this was the first time minho had smiled since he left the house. chan was definitely that breath of fresh air he needed.

“ooh can we get these too? they have green apple.” minho asks, showing chan some bottles of soda

“mhm, whatever you want.” chan replied, his smile never fading

“i’m just gonna grab these chips and we’ll head out.”

after paying for their snacks, the two headed back to the car. with chan’s place not too far from the store, they made it there in less than ten minutes.

“lets have fun tonight, yeah?”

“i’ll try.”

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to be continued...

#behind the mask lee minho #lee know x oc #lee know fanfic #lee know angst #skz fluff #skz angst #sorry i love you𖤐 #𖤐lee.minho𖤐 #jagiyaa writes𖤐 #𖤐stray.kids 𖤐 #stray kids imagines #bang chan fluff

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acaciapines · 1 year

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...hello. owl house daemon au, 38? please?

of course!

38. Howl – The Family Crest

amity says, “do you really need to tag along on all of our dates?”

hunter has his beak in luz’s milkshake, though he lifts his head and uses a wing to brush some of the dessert off his face. luz and mari have departed to the bathroom, and flapjack stayed back at the old house, so right now it’s just the two of them. alma’s sat in amity’s lap as a cat because apparently human-world fish need to breathe water, so it’s the best they can do.

“i don’t know what you mean, blight,” hunter says with an upturn of his head.

amity scoffs, alma rumbling uneasy against her chest. “i mean i’m dating luz, not you. can’t you stay behind at least once?”

hunter’s feathers puff out and he looks over towards the way luz left, talons rapping against the wood table. amity fixes her hands in her palisman’s fur—alma’s tense, but this way they can share it between each other.

when hunter looks back at her there’s something intense in his eyes.

“i don’t exactly want to be on a date with you, either,” he says, and he glances down, tracing something into the wood, “believe me. but…”

he shudders.

“i’m not going anywhere,” is what he says, and amity wants to seethe, but his voice trembles and she can’t, exactly. “so you’d better get used to it.”

DISCUSSION

oh my god i forgot i actually wrote a sketch for this but it is my favorite fucking thing EVER thank you so much for asking for it. where to even begin there is SO MUCH HERE.

so. s3 luz n hunter spend most of the time sort of feeling like they're the same person. they tend to stick together a lot, yeah? like, to the human-realm at large, luz and hunter are presenting as a human-daemon pair, because luz needs to pretend she's still settled, and hunter is the only one who can change into the needed form. and because of that they spend an insane amount of time together and bleed into each other a lot and that is SO WEIRD FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

thus amity like. i love my girlfriend so much but holy shit i cannot deal with hunter on All Of Our Dates. i still dont know how this resolves--personhood is really squishy in daemon aus as i like to write them, and like. hunter and luz arent WRONG in sort of seeing themselves as the one person across four bodies. but there are still those distinctions--hunter is not dating amity. but he is tagging along on all of her + luz's dates.

basically holy shit it is SO messy so weird and nobody really knows how theyre supposed to like. help luz n hunter through this bc the two of them are Not telling the others like any of their shit lol.

#ask #toh #hunter toh #amity blight #daemons #daemon au #i write #i find this idea so fucking funny too #like you can treat it seriously but just.#the concept of hunter Being There. and luz totally not feeling like this is weird #bc to her its just her girlfriend she adores and hunter who is Of Her #and hunter might like #feel a BIT odd but mostly he is Of Luz and luz of Of Him so ditto to mostly just going along with it #but AMITY. amity and alma.#they are straight up not having a good time #god s3 luz n hunter my beloveds i love how messy daemon aus can make things when you get silly with it #and a grove of palistrom to you

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anonymous-dentist · 2 years

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hey @anonymous-jey you requested the fantasy au, right?

It’s quite bizarre, actually, fondling a strange man’s wings in your boyfriend’s bed, but this is just how life is. Sometimes you wake up, go to work, and come home to collapse in bed with your boyfriend. Sometimes you break a man out of prison, bring him to your apartments, and desperately hope that your boyfriend doesn’t come back from his work trip anytime soon.

“You’re kind of fucked up,” Karl succinctly says.

The prisoner in front of him, name yet ungiven, barks out a shocked laugh.

“Yeah,” he agrees, voice rough from screaming. “no kidding.”

He’s shivering despite the summer heat and despite being bundled up for the most part under one of Karl’s more comfortable blankets. He somehow wrapped it around himself in a way that leaves only his wings uncovered, and his wings are… really fucked up. Like. Wow. One is clearly broken, bent at an awkward, unnatural angle, and the other is sprained. Their feathers are singed at best, plucked and missing at worst. And yet this man had tried to fly out of Karl’s open window half a dozen times before giving up and allowing himself to get dragged to the bed to try and relax.

Half an hour ago, this man had been in prison. Well. He was in the dungeons, the deepest part of the dungeons, and he was in a cell in the process of being bricked up. He won’t give his name, and he won’t give the name of the knight that had imprisoned him, but he’s badass as hell despite looking like a walking, talking coatrack. With wings.

When Karl had seen him behind bars, he had immediately decided to bust him out. Karl has never been one for prison. Technically, imprisonment in the palace dungeons is against the newly-crowned King George’s so-called imperial policies. And yet Karl had found this strange, badass little man down there while trying to find the wine cellar. It’s bizarre, truly bizarre.

Karl loves the bizarre.

The man’s other injuries were easy enough to take care of. A healing spell here, a roll of bandages there, and it was all good. All cool. All good.

All good.

Karl definitely didn’t almost vomit at the sight of the scars littering the prisoner’s ribcage, or at the way that his nose had to be broken because it had been reset incorrectly after a previous break (the prisoner did that himself.) He absolutely didn’t nearly pass out when the prisoner shrugged off his torn and tattered tunic to reveal a pair of broken and bound wings hidden beneath, bleeding and bruised and horrifying.

But all of that was easy enough. It only took the greater part of a day, a day that he was supposed to spend doing his actual job of, like, magic ‘n stuff. But George didn’t need him for anything today, hence the trip to the wine cellar. He was supposed to be finding wine for a surprise dinner for his delightful boyfriend, but, nope, he found a man instead.

…Gods, Karl hopes that Sapnap is working the night shift. For the first time in his life, Karl hopes that he doesn’t get to sleep with his boyfriend tonight. Maybe George will need him tonight. A knight’s duty is never done!

But, well, that’s in the future. There is still an hour or so before Sapnap is due home, and that’s surely enough time to set a broken wing.

Except Karl doesn’t know how to set a broken wing. He’s never even touched a wing, not a bird’s, and certainly not a man’s.

As King George Lore IV’s freshly-appointed Court Mage, there are certain duties that Karl is expected to fulfill. Magical advisory. Party tricks. Alcohol acquisition. First aid is not one of these duties. In fact, the last time that he tried a proper healing spell beyond the most basic Heal, he accidentally gave himself memory problems and forgot his own boyfriend’s face for two years (granted, they weren’t boyfriends yet, but that’s besides the point.)

This is a bit beyond his pay grade. But, well, uh, hm, well.

Well.

“I’m gonna be honest with you here, man,” Karl says. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with these.”

The prisoner shrugs. “Just cut ‘em off, I don’t care. They’re busted, anyway.”

“Ah,” Karl says. “No. I can fix them. Just… hold on.”

Tongue stuck out in concentration, Karl gently moves the unbroken wing up and down. He feels the prisoner tense beneath his hands, but neither says anything. If he can just get a feel for how they work…

“I think I can fix this one,” Karl mutters. “The other one’ll need to be properly set. I can’t do that, but I know someone who can.”

“No doctors,” the prisoner immediately says.

Concerning! But actually irrelevant, thankfully.

“Don’t worry, he’s one of the gardeners,” Karl assures. “Won’t say a word, not if I tell him not to. I’m very scary.”

The prisoner snorts. “You? Please.”

“I am!” Karl protests. “I’m downright threatening! The king is one of my best friends, I’ll have you know, and I’m-”

“Oh, if the king is one of your friends.”

“Don’t say it like that. He’s nice when you get past his guards.” Karl wiggles the sprained wing gently. “How does that feel?”

“Fucking painful, thanks,” the prisoner hisses.

Honestly, it’s a wonder that he hasn’t screamed yet. The stuff that Karl has been doing has been painful, to say the least. It makes Karl wonder just what was so bad down in the dungeons that made him scream harshly enough for him to nearly lose his voice.

Then again, Karl figures, looking at the broken wing, he probably doesn’t want to know.

“I can fix this one-” Karl gently taps the wing in his hands. “-with a spell. The sprain isn’t that bad. I’ll get Ponk to check it out when it’s dark enough for us to get to him, but I’m sure he’d say the same thing. The other one’s broke as hell, though. Rip.”

The prisoner sighs. “Yeah, I know. I was there. When he broke it.”

Karl wants to know who broke it, who in the knights betrayed their king’s orders and imprisoned a man and tried locking him away behind a wall to presumably starve to death, but he also really doesn’t want to know. His boyfriend is a knight. Most of his friends are knights, or they’re friends of knights. He doesn’t want to have to face his best friend and his king and say, oh, yeah, you were disobeyed in the most heinous of ways, my liege and my dude. Shit would suck.

Instead of saying anything, Karl closes his eyes, and he channels his energy into the sprained wing. He’s already pretty low on energy after spending so much healing up so many wounds, but one more go won’t kill him. At worst, he’ll just forget Sapnap’s face again after another magical overload, and it’ll be easy to fix that once Sapnap gets home.

Healing magic is warm. Karl describes it to his magicless friends as how fresh chocolate chip cookies taste, only in vibe form. Good vibes, real smooth to the utmost degree.

He exhales sharply as a familiar pain hits him behind the eyes. That’ll be the overload. Great. This is the last of the wounds, though, so… wait…

“Whoah, man, are you alright?”

Karl opens his eyes to find himself sprawled across his floor on his back with… with… with? Someone? On his bed? Looking at him? Oh, he’s cute. Shame Karl’s happily taken.

“I’m fine,” Karl wheezes. He pushes himself up into a sitting position and runs a hand through his messed-up curls to try and tame them back down. “Occupational hazard. Who are you?”

“I.” The man blinks, looking not quite unlike a goldfish, emphasis on the gold. In the sunset coming through the window, his eyes are a lovely shade of gold, and his wings- oh, he has wings!- while damaged, look positively dazzling. “What?”

“I just finished a healing spell, right?” Karl asks. He winces, magic fizzling at his fingertips. “I’m assuming on you? Yeah, those always kinda screw me up. I’m not very good at those. Which is funny considering I’m, like, the Court Mage and stuff.”

The man on Karl’s bed sits in silence as Karl stands and brushes his trousers off. It’s mostly for show because… Sapnap! Sapnap keeps their apartments free of dust as best he can because Karl is allergic. He’s so sweet.

“Honestly, I don’t know why George appointed me. Nepotism, probably,” Karl continues. He bends down to inspect the man, eyes narrowed. And then he grins and pats the man on the head once before going off in search of his journal, which should be on his desk on the other side of the room. “He probably just wanted to make Sapnap happy. Don’t tell him I told you this, but they’re basically brothers.”

“I’m sorry,” the man shakily says. “did you just say that you’re the Court Magician?”

Oh, weird, did Karl not introduce himself before the overload? Whoops.

“Uh… yeah! Is that a problem?”

“A little, yeah,” the man says. He sounds nervous. Uh-oh. “I need to get out of here…”

Karl waves a hand; the shutters over his windows slam shut. Journal in hand, he turns around and fixes the man with a firm look.

“Not like that, you don’t,” he firmly says. “Look at you, you look like garbage! And whoever did this to you- don’t give me that look, you obviously didn’t do it to yourself- is probably out there trying to track you down. I know someone down in the gardens who can check you out properly later.”

The man’s mouth flaps not unlike a goldfish’s. Again, gold, gold, gold. Maybe it’s the dragon in him speaking, but Karl loves gold. He has a feeling that this strange man and him are going to be best friends.

With the stranger mostly settled, Karl cracks open the journal to its most recent entry. He tries to update it a couple of times a day, and hopefully he wrote down why the actual hell he brought a broken man back to his bedroom.

In the middle of a paragraph detailing Karl’s apparent exploits in trying to find a goddamn cask of wine for Sapnap, the stranger speaks up and says, “I didn’t actually tell you before, but I’m Quackity.”

Karl looks up from his journal with a smile. “Well, it’s nice to properly meet you, Quackity. I’m not sure if I said earlier, but, uh, I’m guessing I didn’t? I’m Karl. Just Karl.”

“Okay,” the man- Quackity- says. He nods. “Cool. Yeah. Cool. This is fine. I’m… oh, gods, this is not fine.”

“No, it is. George doesn’t usually listen to me. He’s kind of a little bitch, actually.”

“I know,” Quackity groans. He puts his head in his hands and groans again. “I was supposed to kill him!”

Karl blinks. Wait, what?

They both jump as the door slams open.

Karl swears and fumbles his journal.

Quackity nearly falls off of the bed.

And Sapnap, one of King George’s two retainers and his most trusted knight and his best friend and his brother, and Karl’s beautiful handsome perfect boyfriend, walks into his apartments a whole two hours earlier than he was meant to be home by.

“So George told me you had some big surprise planned for me,” Sapnap says, not looking up from his cloak’s clasp as he undoes it with some amount of difficulty and turns to hang it up on the rack by the front door. “And I said, holy shit, I cannot wait until I get off to see it, so I bullied him into letting me go early.”

He turns around and fixes Karl with a huge grin… and then he sees the strange man on his bed and tilts his head confusedly.

“He’s not the surprise, is he?” Sapnap asks.

“Um,” Karl hesitantly says.

“Yes,” Quackity declares. “I am. Hi, hello, nice to meet you. I’m your boyfriend’s new apprentice, hi.”

He sticks a hand out from beneath the blanket he’s wrapped up in, and Karl watches Sapnap tentatively take it with a befuddled expression on his handsome face.

Well. Why not? One little lie won’t hurt...

#behold! fantasy au!#unnamed royalty au #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i guess #a.d.'s fics i guess.#one day i'll get an actual tag for my writing #today is not that day #anyway! send asks for more information cause i love this au #i made it specially for j

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