a witch and her vampire 🩸
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A slender shaft of moonlight finds its way between the curtains to pool upon the bed, spilling over the pair of figures curled beneath a tangle of blankets - one sleeping fitfully, the other remaining wakeful, vigilant as the darkest hours of the night creep in. She allows the fingers of one hand to trail through the soft hair that spills over her slumbering lover's temple, smoothing back the wayward strands and comforting him against the restless dreams that plague him, her voice a soft, nonsensical whisper against the top of his head meant to guide him back from whatever dark place his mind has taken him this night. It's a ritual she's performed more times than she can recall, this act of becoming something of a human lighthouse guiding him home no matter how desperately the storms rage within him, and as his breathing evens out once more and his lashes flutter open at long last, Aurora gives him the softest of smiles.
"There you are."
Funny, isn't it - the way something as intangible as fear can worm its way into the recesses of a man's heart, can hide in the shadows biding its time until he finally feels brave enough to unlock the door, certain it can no longer be found. He feels it sometimes, hovering just beyond the edge of his vision... a dark mass huddled beside the bed when the lights go out that later stalks behind him on the London streets. One morning its a woman, gray haired with a heavy bag that keeps bumping into the curve of his spine until the breath has all but left his lungs and by the time she peels off at a crossing for a different path, denim clad thighs shake with the effort to keep him standing. Later, it's a brunette, tongue flicking out over his half melted ice cream and lips curving in a smirk as green eyes meet blue, like the entire world knows some secret that Lucas isn't privy to. He stumbles his way into The Grid afterwards, weight leant against a wall in some far reaching corridor as he tries to control his breathing, forehead damp with sweat and smile so tremulous that it's a wonder his colleagues brush off his half mumbled excuses and the shrug of his shoulders.
They don't believe it for a minute. But Lucas is glad they pretend to.
He melts inside their flat like a man who's just run a marathon, armor falling to the hardwood floor as fast as his mind can undo the leather buckles that hold it in place and arms wrapping around the woman who he has come to love like no other - his sanctuary, his home. Curled up beside her, cool skin against the warmth of her curves and nose buried in the thick of her hair, he doesn't feel that faint press at the door, doesn't hear the huff of breath and the scratching of claws that test for a gap - doesn't hear it when it slides beneath an unsteady frame. When it comes, it brings white light and screaming .. a voice so hoarse that the agent can't even be sure its his and Lucas thrashes in his sleep, fighting against the tendrils that snake their way into his nose and mouth, crawling along the back of his throat until the man he was is gone. Soon there's nothing left but muffled whimpers and flames that lick red stripes, leaving behind mottled skin and the feel of his pulse pounding against his ribcage.
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die ...
John.
Aurora's murmurs bathe his burning body in cool water, fingers scratching at his scalp as she calls his name, leading him home like the stray soul that he is. She doesn't balk at the fingers that suddenly grip at her wrist, knuckles white with the effort of an anchoring grip and heart thudding into the palm that rests against his chest. Blue meets blue as he weighs her expression, weighs the patience and acceptance that no man broken the way he is deserves, and Lucas shifts slightly, free arm raising to curl around slender shoulders until he's able to pull her towards him.
"Here I am." It's an answer said with a huff of breath, an easy blend of both exhaustion and relief at not drowning as he tries to ignore the way that the sheets beneath him cling to sweat soaked skin like far too tight clothing. He holds her, arms wrapped around Aurora's slim frame like the world is an ocean and she is his raft, struggling to match his breathing to her own. The words are a rush of warm air against the shell of her ear, carried by a quiet laugh more akin to a quaver and Lucas squeezes her all the tighter. "Just thought I'd make the night a bit more exciting. We've been sleeping too much lately."
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DP x DC Prompt
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There are no more heroes.
Well, okay. Rewind a bit.
Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)
The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.
And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.
Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?
Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.
So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.
There are no more heroes.
Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.
Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.
Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)
In other words:
Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.
Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.
(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)
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"You know... You didn't have to take that with you."
"But I promised him I'd take him out to see the ocean one day."
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Sketches I did as samples for commissions :>
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Something I really like about Raph and Leo’s relationship is that Raph noticeably doesn’t hold back with Leo nearly as much as he does with Donnie and Mikey, and it’s really nice to see that from him.
Leo too would frequently fall into a natural strategist and second-in-command role of sorts, often actually giving his worries and thoughts to Raph where he wouldn’t normally.
Then the Shredder happens and this dynamic is thrown into a loop where they both stay solidly in their own camps of “we’re heroes, it’s our duty” and “we’re teens, who cares?” And during this, Raph not holding back from Leo is cranked up to an eleven and Leo flips around to mask more with Raph than he ever had before and deliberately riles Raph up so that fights are all but guaranteed.
Post-invasion, it’s clear they’re (mostly) back to how they were before for the most part, with an added level of respect and maturity (and trauma) there too, and it’s great to see because they’re an amazing duo when they’re on the same wavelength.
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Who's ready for my Master Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Crepus Theory!!
I originally posted this over at Hoyolab and people there seemed to really like my favorite joke theory that Crepus just tries to gaslight the whole of Mondstadt right after obtaining Kaeya
Majority of this will be the same but with little tweaks for the wonderful tumblr audience
This joke stems from Kaeya's introduction:
and the use of the word "rumored"
Cause it's not like it said beyond Teyvat or the seven nations just Mondstadt
And I mean like c'mon how many families are living off the grid in Mondstadt
(Actually... Don't answer that I forgot Glory's boyfriend is just
Out there in the bush with Razor...)
Initially I had the idea of Crepus walking around the markets one day carrying Kaeya with Diluc beside him running into Varka who asks:
"Who's the boy?"
"You mean my son?"
"Not Diluc the boy you're carrying"
"I have two sons? You know this??"
But then the Caribert quest came out mentioning Kaeya ran away from home near immediately and was dragged home by Crepus just as fast and it became even funnier
Cause imagine you're by the docks one day and richest man in town gets off the boat with no cargo but instead a tiny child you may not have seen before that Crepus seems to be very cross with at the moment and threatening to turn him into a leash kid if he runs off again
In a small town that loves gossip do you know how fast that information is spreading? Cause I do and Varka's knocking on Crepus's door 30 minutes later like:
"Is this what we're doing? We're just taking kids now?"
Both paths lead to Varka asking where Kaeya comes from and getting hit with a
"I think you're a bit too old to still be confused about the birds and the bees Varka"
Varka getting frustrated to the point he just starts demanding Kaeya tell him what's up
Love to see him following in his fathers footsteps of stressing Varka the fuck out
And upon hearing how his birth father left for juice and didn't return Varka went
"Good! That was ALL I needed to know!!"
Follow ups on if his father intended to abandon him or got lost in the storm and needed a search party?
Don't care!! You weren't kidnapped!!
Welcome to the knights! 🤝
Which bringing it back to it only being a rumor
In a town of alcoholics, who's gonna call out the one guy with the winery?
Here's some add ons that got sparked from the comment section 😘
Bonus panels would have included Varka showing up with Rosaria one day mimicking Crepus about "wHaT you ForGot I haD a Kid" sparking a trend within the community of just adopting random children to the point posters are made saying "In Barbatos name: See a child Take a child"
Alice seeing it and pulling a "when in rome" tucking both Albedo and Diluc(who is yelling he is an adult) under her arms and telling Klee if she ever sees someone in need of a mom let her know she'll send over the paperwork right away
And then the last bonus: Venti wakes up, walks in through the gate while playing a tune, and stops when he sees the poster, not sure if he needs to start yet another revolution, or if this one is fine actually
I imagine the posters had to be taken down because visitors were losing their kids left and right and the solution of parents pinning a note saying "not dead & still want custody" to their kids shirt didn't catch on but the saying still lives strong in the hearts of Mondstadt's citizens I mean look Bennett and his 27 dads Mondstadt may have a lot of orphans but the demand is even higher
Comment on original post:
"I have a headcanon where Kaeya fooled first Crepus, then the rest of Mondstadt but.this is too funny!! I want to see this happening!"
Which prompted one of my new favorite lines at the end:
"Wait by fool Crepus first do you mean like Crepus finding him out in the storm bringing him inside to ask him where he lives and Kaeya's just
"? I live here? You adopted me? Are you feeling okay?"
Cause I'm absolutely cry laughing over this that's so good but that also means when Kaeya runs away Crepus is just
"hey no no l'm not misplacing you a second time come home" "
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DP x DC Prompt #44
If anyone asked, Danny would say it was because he was in the right place at the right time. That's how most success stories are, really. Luck. Bad luck, good luck, either way.
He had just so happened to be touring at that specific facility when the aliens began to attack. He hadn't hesitated. He snuck away, transformed, and began to do what he could to save lives. Aliens weren't part of his normal rogue gallery, but he managed.
Then, other heroes appeared. Batman, Superman, Flash, and some heroes he didn't recognize. Danny hadn't even introduced himself before they started fighting together.
In the end, after multiple battles and planning, they won. Somehow, they came out on the other end victorious. Danny had thought that would be the end of his meeting with these heroes.
Until he got invited to a space base and was asked to form a team. A Justice League. How could Danny do anything but accept?
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Pose studies & doodles..
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Gonna take a wild guess that the “something more permanent” is that giant bite that was in one of your earlier posts
That is one part of it, but he wants something on him too >:3c
König's tongue slides over your teeth as he presses you down against the bed. You feel nice and small under him, still half sitting in his lap as his big hand gropes your chest. He always tips your head, holds your jaw, like he's scared you might try to pull away from his kiss. You haven't yet. You don't think you ever will. Not when his mouth makes your head spin.
He pulls back, one thumb rubbing your cheek, the other your sternum. You open your mouth for him when he presses two fingers against it. You always like this part, slicking up his fingers with your tongue like you aren't soaked for him. He likes your mouth, and the feeling is very much mutual. You're skin is pleasantly warm and you rock your hips against his as he slides his fingers against your tongue.
“Bite,” He tells you. You close your lips around them, letting your teeth press against the delicate skin and bone. König’s eyes are watchful, you slip your tongue along the length of each finger, tasting the salt of his skin. He pulls hard at something in your chest, not a tether, you’re not used to the way his hand slides between your ribs or the feeling it conjures. “Bite.” He commands, and affection-aggression --something dark and primal-- floods your veins as you bite hard on his fingers. König lets out a shuddering breath, eyes so hot and heavy on you, like he could eat you alive. Blood fills your mouth as you break skin and scrape bone, you gag as he releases the hold on your chest.
You open your mouth quick as can be to let his fingers go, and turn to spit out the blood. König’s hand clamps over your lips, his thumb pressing against your nose. You can’t breathe, can’t open your mouth, can’t push him off. He makes you swallow it like a dog that won’t take a pill. Then he holds you a moment longer until you’re starting to really burn for a breath.
He lets you go, smearing blood across your cheek as you finally roll to cough against the bed, sucking in air like you’re drowning. You gag again, your stomach rolling in disgust at the unwelcome intrusion. König settles back on his knees to watch you, licking the blood from his fingers as you shake. His purr reaches for you as you run your tongue along your teeth and spit the taste onto the comforter. It doesn’t pacify you like it usually does, only tells you how pleased König is to have his own permanent addition from you.
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Just wanted to doodle Vaggie holding her girlfriend s all
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So I've already shared parts of this on a discord server, but I have to scream about Ketheric Thorm on here as well. Obviously spoilers about the character under the cut! It's a long one.
The entirety of act 2 is about him, right? Jaheira, Shadowheart and numerous other NPCs shit on him for his fickle faith. First Selune, then Shar, then, as we meet him, Myrkul. You hear about his changes of faith on a whim, you hear that he's the person responsible for the shadow curse, he is painted as a villain, plain and simple.
You can figure it out pretty early on that Isobel was resurrected and that she is his daughter; the detail as well that he wants Isobel alive is so on the nose, it gives him away completely but there are still a few questions that remain unanswered, mainly about his faith.
And then you get to the mausoleum and the picture assembles; this entire tragedy, the death of hundreds if not thousands and the complete ruination of a landscape was all, ALL because you had this absolutely wrenched, heartbroken father who had lost everything and nobody answered his grief. He was left woefully alone, the Goddess whose daughter his daughter was involved with did nothing to save Isobel.
Imagine outliving your wife and your daughter. Imagine dedicating your life to fight the Lady of Loss, your Lady of Silver's enemy, and then be left so completely alone and in silence with your grief, with your loss. It's so, so poetic how and why he turned from Selune, and it's so understandable as well; he broke. His spirit completely broke. He couldn't deal with that void of having lost the only two important people in his life, seemingly undeservedly so. He was going mad with this and a lot of his ire was likely targeted at Aylin who, in his eye, represented Selune; she's literally her daughter, after all, and it was implied that even before the deaths of his family, he sort of saw Aylin courting Isobel as Selune taking his daughter from him, despite his service. This relationship was clearly not seen by him as a boon of "giving his daughter to the Moon-maiden".
His ways in the past clearly didn't spare him from tragedy and having to cope with it (which he clearly didn't, he snapped under the weight of his grief). He was clearly angry and unable to do anything, furious and helpless, which is a dangerous combination. A good part of his first change of heart must have been fuelled by a sense of revenge.
But then Shar didn't provide any balm to his aching heart either. If you read his letters in Grymforge and in act 2, he is so focused on enacting the will of Shar because he believes that healing lies in oblivion. Everything would be easier if he could just forget, if the damn world could just forget, if nothing was remembered because without Melodia and Isobel, nothing was worth remembering.
Then came Myrkul. Literally the only god who was not only able, but WILLING to give back his daughter to him. Imagine spending your all, EVERYTHING you have to serve two gods who would not give a single shit about the greatest suffering in your life. You were basically nothing, your loyalty didn't matter for shit, everything that was taken from you amounted to no recognition whatsoever: you should simply cope and seethe. Your grief will not simply go unanswered (which is not inherently antagonising) but ignored.
And then comes this supposedly evil entity who can alleviate your pain just like that, snap of a finger and it's a done deal.
I am so serious when I say that I believe Ketheric's main incentive was to extend Aylin's immortality to Isobel as well. You can read in her diary that she feels a taint after having came back, and there are things not even Selune can cleanse, but at this point, Ketheric doesn't care about Selune, vengeance is secondary if not tertiary, he's done that war during his Shar years and what did it give him? Literally nothing.
He doesn't even care about the fact that Isobel is still her cleric. He cares about the single most important fact: Isobel is back. Life is worth living again, there is something for him, and it was not Selune or Shar who gave it to him but Myrkul, and for this singular gift, he would raze the world for the Lord of Bones. Like people can clown on him for being disloyal but the man has the loyalty of a dog bonded to its owner.
He is powerful and is willing to go to insane lengths for crumbs. What is raising a single life for a god? Nothing. It has happened and it will happen again. But Ketheric will go to the ends of the earth to serve the single god who actually listened to him. The one god who didn't ignore him.
He knows that what he does is not the morally upright thing! He is so insanely self-aware that allying with Orin and Gortash and doing this entire plot with them only to then betray them is morally reprehensible at the best of times, he knows that people hate him, etc-etc. He was a Selunite at one point and he's not stupid. He just doesn't care; it could be literal Asmodeus and he wouldn't care as long as he got what he wanted, no matter the price.
He is probably the only one from the three of the chosen who has complete clarity over his situation, he almost sways (if you pass the check during his confrontation), he is not an inherently evil man blinded by power.
But he is inherently loyal to those deserving, and as of the story's standing, completely broken by his grief. In his eyes, at this point, the only one deserving loyalty is the one who actually listened to him. Isobel lives. It doesn't matter that she hates him, that his entire life has fallen apart, that literally nothing else that is good has come of it, because Isobel lives.
I don't think he regrets a single thing. His consciousness might tear at him at the end, but I believe he would do everything over again, exactly as he did, because in the end, his daughter was brought back. Because what would a grieving, broken parent give to bring back their child? Everything. Absolutely everything. And it's such a simply given answer, no second thoughts, no doubts.
Nobody can tell me that this man is fickle. Nobody. This man was willing to burn the world to the ground, create a Boudica destruction layer all by himself for the one single thing he wanted. For any God that would listen.
I don't know, I just have a lot of thoughts about his character.
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this is my last of three comfy cubz until after we move at the end of the month 😖
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jannik sinner makes a friend in toronto (13.08.2023)
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