#Based of the wolf fish and the angel fish

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 5

5. Body Worship (Mouth), Fish People, Face-Sitting/Face-Fucking

Crowley really does have the most delicious little mouth.

When he’s not rambling, that is. God, that demon can talk for England. He thinks he’s so smart, so pithy, so witty. And he is, but if you tell him that he’ll get all smug just to annoy you. So you have to make sure his mouth is being used properly.

Usually, it will be when he’s whispering a stream of filth to either you or Aziraphale. “That’s it, aren’t you gorgeous on your back?” or “Look at the mess you’ve left on my cock, darling,” or “you can come one more time, and I’m not letting you move until you do.”

You and Aziraphale want to show him how much you appreciate it. So you set up a little evening of praise.

Firstly, you sat him between you, trading off kisses between you both lazily and languidly. Eventually Crowley’s mouth tastes like a spit-slick cocktail of both of you, lips puffy from overuse and saliva dripping down his chin.

Then, when he was desperately hard and needy from that, he was manoeuvred into Aziraphale’s lap so he could have his neck worshipped with nips and licks until he’s red raw. Meanwhile you sit between his long legs, your makeup bag perched next to you, carefully swiping the brightest shade of red lipstick you can across him. You take your time, lining his Cupid’s bow in crimson, painting his tubercles the colour of passion.

“Pop your lips for me?”

He does, pouting a little, but making sure it’s perfectly applied. 

“Gorgeous,” you hum. If you were making him up properly you’d get him to blot it, but you want this to make a mess.

The dildo gag is a good eight inches, and if lifetimes of fucking him have taught you anything he can definitely take it. You slip it out of the side drawer, press a kiss to its head, and grin. 

“Open wide, Crowley.”

Aziraphale’s eyes are blown dark with lust as you press the gag to Crowley’s tongue and begin to move it in further. Like the diligent, obedient little thing he is, Crowley takes it inch by inch. 

By five inches he begins to drool. By six inches, it began to hit the back of his throat properly. By seven spit is dripping from the sides of his mouth, down onto his chest in a beautifully filthy manner. It takes the lipstick with it, leaving trails of red in their wake. A massacre of decency. 

When he takes it fully he leaves a scarlet ring around the base. His eyes are watering, tears and saliva dripping down him in equal measure. You rub his neck and feel the bulk of the gag there, padding his oesophagus. 

“Good boy.”

He moans even though his throat is full. 

“Let that lovely mouth take a break tonight. We’ll take care of you.”

And you do. 

@bootlmoth @elleofdragons  @angelic-anarchy27 @yeethaw13 @candlewitch-cryptic @kwyn-q @rat-that-writes @buryustogether @letthenightingalessingagain @ltlthetrifecta @angiestopit @purplefrog1sblog @wereallbrokenangels @angelspathway @clarina04 @belilwen @chaospossum @eightsdoctor @oo-delallymrcrow @silcosmoke @climbingivy97 @live-logs-and-proper @project-sad @just-a-beatlemaniac69 @imagination-phantom @anonymously35 @corgis04 @peytonpenguin37 @catlynharper @unabashedgentlemenpirate @wolfe-houler @darktealrat @mxxny-lupin @willbedecided @detectiveapparatiagreen @shadowluna25 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @xquinn-bartonx @blue-bell22 @foolishprincipalitee @fandomawesomeness @eweweweewewe @latersgaters-steven @llamaproblem @night-affiliate @randompost18 @hunterispunk @jessica-laufeysdottir @uxcaran @bunnymallowo @jae-michael

#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #Fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween #avo's kt 23

[mybodyisaflowerbed]

wip intro ; as said the whore of babylon

this wip is an absolute beloved of mine and is based on an rp between me and my bestie Ceejay. i will be introducing all of the OCs but will specify which ones are theirs bc they make some damn good characters that i cannot take credit for lol

about!

genre(s) •/ contemporary, romance, lgbt+, drama

setting •/ modern day, primarily in the united states

overall goal •/ at least one main story + various side stories

target age range •/ 18+, not at all intended for minors

content warnings •/ strong language, sexual and otherwise suggestive content, substance use, drug/alcohol abuse and addiction, past abuse, past sa, past miscarriage + infant death, potentially more.

summary!

As Said the Whore of Babylon (frequently abbreviated as AStWoB) is an American metalcore band from Los Angeles, California. Formed in 2019 by Rhiannon Wolfe and Jezebel Eiden-Desmond, its current lineup comprises Wolfe, Reed Meadows, Joel Talley, Poetry Dorian, and Corbin Kreery.

Omen Brokebone is one year out of a hellish marriage when she's contacted by Selene Mabins - talent manager for a band called As Said the Whore of Babylon - with an invitation to join their crew as a makeup artist. Working to make a new life and a name for herself, Omen accepts. She doesn't expect to meet Reed Meadows again. And she certainly doesn't expect to fall in love with him and his bandmates.

the babylons!

• Omen Brokebone (she/he/they) •/ Not a Babylon (yet), but as cherished as any of their crew members - and then some, as you'll learn. A self-taught makeup artist and a childhood friend of Reed's. Belongs to Ceejay.

• Rhiannon Wolfe (she/her) but you really should just call her Wolfe •/ The lead vocalist. First rose to fame with her last band at only 18 years old due to her remarkable skill.

• Reed Meadows (he/him) •/ The lead guitarist. Has never been in a band before AStWoB but still took to it like a fish to water. A childhood friend of Omen's, though he hasn't spoken to her in 8 years.

• Joel Talley (he/him) •/ The drummer, though he's skilled with guitar, bass, piano, keyboard, and vocals. Also a songwriter and self-taught producer. He is much more humble about his skills than one would assume.

• Poetry Dorian (he/she), or Poe •/ The bassist. Youngest child of a beautiful and famous Italian actress, but much less conventional than his family. Autistic and goth.

others you should know!

• Jessamine Meadows (she/her) •/ Reed's 11-year-old daughter, born when he was just 16. Feisty and a little mean, but adores her father and has easily accepted the rest of the band as her parents.

• Daxton "Dax" Coffin (he/him) •/ Wolfe's 9-year-old son, born when she was 17. Raised by his father. Has not met the band and only sees Wolfe a few times a month.

• Villanelle Dorian (she/her) •/ The 5-year-old daughter of Poe and her ex-wife, Aamirah Akmal Dorian. Currently living in Washington with her mother, but is due to live with Poe soon.

• Jezebel Eiden-Desmond (she/her) •/ Former guitarist for AStWoB (now the vocalist of The Womb That Devours) and best friend of Corbin. Considers the band to be her unbiological family. Randal's soulmate, though she doesn't know that yet.

• Randal Denvers (he/him) •/ Omen's cousin. A mechanic and for-fun bassist. Jezebel's soulmate, though he doesn't know that yet. Belongs to Ceejay.

+ everyone's families... let's just say; it's a lot of family.

#writers #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #my wip #astwob #wip intro #new writeblr

[silkflovvers]

I’ve seen posts floating around regarding what animals people want to see Arknights operators designed after. I’ve seen lots of people asking for mantis shrimp and while I GET IT, a mantis shrimp brawler would be so fun, but what I think we really need is more Aegir, but of the severely unwieldy variety. I want to see some really messed up fish people based on some of the most insane sea life.

I know the seaborn and Abyssal Hunters side plot is basically done and over, especially with IS3 basically wrapping it all up in a canon alternate universe shaped bow, but what if? We still don’t have answers for all the Aegir and their back stories. I’d love to learn more about Whisperain, especially.

Personal dream list of nightmare fish people includes (please be warned some of these organisms may genuinely freak some people out, so search these names with caution if you’re curious):

Gulper eel

Ghost shark (since were robbed)

Frogfish

Wolf eel

Sea angel

Siphonofore

Large-eye snaggletooth

Flying fish

Oarfish

Anglerfish

Sea butterfly

Tubeworm

Frill shark

Common fangtooth

Atacama snailfish

Velvet belly lanternshark

Mirrorbelly

Pale pike smelt

Common Atlantic grenadier

Black scabbardfish

Triplewart seadevil

Phantom jellyfish

Cystisoma

Bathymetrinae incert

Pearl octopus

Strawberry flower star

Mobular ray

Honestly getting like two of these would be a dream come true.

#ak #please yostar give me more fish people

[gender-buddies]

Artist commentary for Phase Six down below!

Phase Six Artist Commentary:

Epicene: This needed to be a creature inspired by two creatures, so I made it a hippocampus because those are basically horse-fish. The top half is masculine-leaning with a tuxedo-like design and the bottom half is a flowy dress (and a goldfish tail.) I made it look like it has eyeliner so it didn't look entirely masculine on the top half. I almost reversed the colors to be a pink tux and blue dress but I think turned out okay.

Genderfluid: I wanted this one to break expectations by not being a literal Water creature even though that would be the obvious direction for a fluid identity. I thought about how leaves will turn from one color to another throughout the fall into winter, but I wanted to make that happen in the genderfluid flag colors. I added extra colors to make them flow better from one color to the next, giving it flowing colors all over its body. Flowing. Fluid. Get it?

Pangender: I was so determined to make this a firefly because the pangender flag is based on the light spectrum, but I ended up changing it to a robotic creature at the very last minute. My earlier sketch of this Buddy was a robot bug thing but it ended up less bug-like once I refined the design. I wanted something cute and robotic and as likeable as Neutrois (which I don't think is possible but I tried!) It still uses light in its design, mostly LEDs. For some reason its bio doesn't include that those are solar panels along the tail, but yeah. That plays into the light motif as well.

Aporagender: I just so happened to make an Apodiform aporagender critter! Apodiforms are birds that include hummingbirds and swifts, two animals incorporated into this design. It's also a very buggy design to make it more of a pollinator, evident by its antennae, stinger, and two pairs of wings.

Nixvir and Nixera: These ended up being counterparts based on storm clouds because of the dark colors of the flags. Nixvir is a storm cloud dragon that stays in the sky, while Nixera is a storm cloud unicorn that stays on the ground. One can create a lot of rain while the other can shield itself or others from rain. Also, if you were to place the two of them in the same image together, you’ll notice they they’re looking at each other! Nixvir is one of my favorite designs so far, because I love storm clouds and dragons, and I love the colors of the nixvir flag.

Kingender: I definitely wanted this one to be reminiscent of a (fiction)kintype, so I made it a kind of sergal/dragon hybrid. I almost didn't add the wings but I thought it would be fun to have them. It was originally going to be a wolf but I already have wolf- and dog-like designs. I wish I'd done more with it, but I think it turned out okay.

Quadgender: I knew at some point I'd like to make a Buddy into a kitsune, and the only thing that has to do with the number 4 that could be made into an iconic design is a suit of playing cards, so I combined the two ideas. I never even had a sketch in my sketchbook to use as a reference, but instead made it on the spot. Also, it's based on my Jupiter quadgender flag! I thought the warm red and brown tones would work perfectly here.

Stargender: This is, yes, based on Laika the Space Dog. But I didn't want it to seem like I was romanticizing her and instead, turned her into something a little more sad. Stargender has a sadness about it, being a cold and lonely spirit that guides people through space. It has an angel theme to it and the implication is that it sees the planets around it as dog toys, which is why the one big planet has the stargender star on it to make it look like a ball. The Light element represents its guiding instinct and the Ice element represents the coldness of space. It originally was going have the Fire element and be based on a comet, but I wanted to go in a less whimsical direction with it.

Solarset: This is based on a peacock mite, which loves citrus. The orange of the flag reminded me of oranges, so I looked at animals that like oranges to see what there was. Peacock mites are also orange, so it fit really well. I forgot to incorporate the Stellar element into the design or use the symbol of the flag, though the eyes were supposed to look like the symbol. It was also supposed to be much smaller so it made the citrus slices look enormous. I was so focus on all the colors that I forgot to stick with my original plan for it.

Lunarset: As something related to the moon, I decided it should also be related to water. A “water bear”, also called a tardigrade, worked really well for this. While they don’t necessarily go for citrus, I thought making it a unique counterpart to Solarset would be really cool. I think any gender labels that have counterpart labels should be made into Buddies that are counterparts as well. This pair was definitely a stretch, but I made it work. I even remembered to use Lunar aesthetics for this one!

Dracosmic: This would have been a dragon but I feel like I overdo that theme, so I turned it into a dragonFLY! I knew I wanted it to have a flower that was powered by the night sky, but it would have originally been on the head. I thought the tail flower was much better. The flower is an aster. You know, like stars. Astral. The spots were added last-minute because I needed to incorporate the star symbol of the dracosmic flag, and the spots were cute alongside the star spots.

#gb.txt #artist commentary #phase six

[julieemarine]

I thought of something cool..

What if RWBY had characters based off of monsters (horror, fantasy, sci-fi, folklore, mythology, or religion)?

Hear me out…

Vampire/Dracula: Bat Faunus with … Semblance

Werewolf/Wolf Man: Wolf Faunus with wind Semblance (y’know, like the Big Bad Wolf)

Frankenstein’s Monster: Human-Grimm or human-robot hybrid with electricity Semblance

Mad Scientist: Human with electricity Semblance

Mummy: Human-Grimm hybrid with wrapping Semblance

Creature of Black Lagoon: Fish Faunus with water Semblance

Invisible Man: Human with invisibility Semblance

Phantom of the Opera: Human with song Semblance

Igor: … with … Semblance

Jekyll and Hyde: Human with … Semblance

Witch: (idk since Glynda exists) Human with … Semblance

Ghost: … with intangibility Semblance (think Mirio from BNHA/MHA)

Skeleton: … with bone Semblance

Zombie: Human-Grimm hybrid with … Semblance

Plant Monster: Human with plant Semblance

Gorgon/Medusa: Snake Faunus with petrification Semblance

Pumpkin Monster: Human with plant(?) Semblance (a little redundant)

Demon: Bat Faunus with fire Semblance

Angel: Dove Faunus with … Semblance

Gargoyle: Chimera(?) Faunus with stone Semblance (another redundant Semblance)

Goblin: … with … Semblance

I couldn’t think of anything species and/or Semblances for some of the monsters, but it would be cool if someone created an OC/team based on them.

#the token monster highs in a world of ever after highs #rwby #rwby oc #vampire #Dracula #werewolf #wolf man #frankenstein #frankenstein’s monster #mad scientist #mummy #creature from the black lagoon #invisible man #phantom of the opera #Igor #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #witch #witches #ghost #skeleton #zombie #plant monster #gorgon #medusa #pumpkin monster #demon #Angel #gargoyle #goblin

[fortitudina]

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Faolan Lowell NICKNAME: Bad Wolf, Lone Wolf, Little Wolf Little Wolf, AGE: Old, that is all that anyone needs to know BIRTH DATE: 24th October GENDER: Male SPECIES: Lycan ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual RELIGION: Catholic SPOKEN LANGUAGE: Gaelic, English, Russian, German CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: An apartment in the city. OCCUPATION: Unknown / Former Angel for H.E.A.V.E.N

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: • Mother - unknown name • Father - unknown name SIBLINGS: • N/A SIGNIFICANT OTHER: • Verse dependent CHILDREN: • Nil FRIENDS: • Lien Xao • Anastasiya Zakharov • Valentin Demiurgos OTHER CONNECTIONS: • Cooper Hemming • Lucien Morningstar • Adrian Strix • Keokuk Nashoba

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: Blue HAIR COLOUR: Blonde HEIGHT: 6ft 2 inches BODY BUILD: Mesomorph TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: H.E.A.V.E.N tattoo on left arm, Sun & moon scripture tattoo down his back NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: His body holds several scars from his time as an Angel for H.E.A.V.E.N.

POWERS & ABILITIES

POWERS: • Shapeshifting • Healing Factor • Superhuman agility, strength, senses, speed, stamina • Night Vision • Immortality ABILITIES: • Can survive hundreds of years without food • Expert in hand-to-hand combat • Skilled marksman WEAKNESSES: • Silver • Celestial weapons

PHOBIAS & DISORDERS

PHOBIAS: ~ MENTAL DISORDERS: ~ WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: ~

PERSONALITY

PERSONALITY TYPE: ENTJ-A ( Assertive Commander ) MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral INTELLIGENCE: Very Intelligent LIKES: Coffee, Working Out, Relaxing DISLIKES: Living on the edge, Rats, Fish DISPOSITION: Appearing cold and almost stone-like upon first encounters, it takes a lot for him to drop that exterior and allow others to see his true nature. Under the exterior, he is flirty, warm and caring. He still cares greatly for his two former Agents and is very protective of them and others that he comes to care for. EXTRAS: ~

BIOGRAPHY

TW: ABUSE. TORTURE. ASSASSINATIONS. DEATH.

He did not know that he was a Lycan at first, born and raised in Dingle in County Kerry, Ireland, Faolan’s childhood was pretty ordinary; his father was a fisherman and his mother owned a small shop by the harbour, which he would help out in when he wasn’t attending school. One afternoon, he was on his way home from high school when he saw his parent’s shop on fire. He ran as fast as his thirteen-year-old legs could go but the fire was already deeply set in burning the shop down and Faolan believed his parents to have been in there at the time.

He was met on the cobblestone at the front of the burning building by a strange man. He claimed to be a welfare officer, and came to take Faolan in so that he did not have to live a street rat’s life. He told the young teen that he’d be going to a home for orphaned children but, upon arrival there, the place was nothing like the homes for children that he was aware of. There were no windows and only one way in and out; it appeared like the place was underground from what he could make out.

He kept himself silent at first, walking behind the man who’d taken him from his home. The further he walked into the building, the more he could see that children not much older or younger than himself were training to fight. Whilst academic lessons were still taught, you were also taught how to fight; how to brandish weaponry that when it came to some, he’d never seen before in his life. Was this his life now?

He was still grieving his parents for the first few months and so, took himself to hide in whatever work was needed to be done for him. Years were spent with him quickly getting known to be the lone wolf as he refused to get to know another within the base and instead, focused himself on being the best that he could be. As his eighteenth birthday came about, Faolan was finally sent out on his first mission. It was a relatively easy in, kill and out again, but what Faolan nor HEAVEN knew, was that his eighteenth was also the triggering factor for the Lycan gene that had until then, laid dormant within his body. The mission was under the cover of night. At first, the sky was filled with clouds and Faolan thought nothing of anything but, as he got into the building and began to advance on the target, the moon came out and shone into the windows of the building. The pain of that initial change was excruciating and even years on, he can still remember how it felt like all of the bones within his body were shattering and how it felt like his skin was on fire. The target was still taken out, albeit in a far bloodier way than was initially planned, but with his shift, HEAVEN found their new weapon.

Faolan would go out on other missions with other agents, but higher targets were left until the full moon, leaving Faolan enduring the pain over and over again just to do their bidding. He never argued, however. In fact, he continued on, getting the highest kill ratio in comparison to other agents of his age and level. As a result, Faolan quickly got himself promoted throughout the ranks and became one of their Angels.

Angels were the ones in charge under God; they trained the other agents and put them through their paces before deciding if they were ultimately ready for active duty or if they should be decommissioned ( Oh yeah, everyone has a kill switch within them; implanted into the cerebellum ).

His new Lycan ability meant that his ageing was a lot slower to advance in comparison to humans that came through HEAVEN’s gates. It also meant that he remained there for a considerable time. That was until he met his match with two agents ~ Anastasiya Zakharov & Lien Xao. He was their trainer for a long time and got them into active duty but then they managed to escape and got free of HEAVEN’s hold. Faolan faced being decommissioned for losing them both but, he’d long since tampered with his switch, or at least, his shifting had snapped it, something he’d never let on about to the others. He faked his death as a result and was tossed with the other bodies that were to be sent for burial in an unmarked grave.

It was a location known only by a select few and Faolan had been one of them. He waited until he, along with other bodies were tossed into a pile ready to be put into the grave then, as the diggers were taking their break, he made a run for it. He thanked his Lycan side for giving him the ability to run a lot quicker than what he could ever remember as a boy and vanished before the diggers even noticed.

He couldn’t take himself back to Ireland after everything, even with all of the years that had passed. Instead, he took himself to America, quickly forging himself fake identities to get himself places, along with getting himself contacts that could help him set up a life there; one where he wouldn’t have to worry ever again.

#* FAOLAN { BIOGRAPHY } #abuse tw #death tw #torture tw #assassinations tw

[aveganvampire]

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Hi! My name is Moss, and this is my blog about my original characters! This includes furries (safe), humanoids and other creatures like monsters. I looove to create characters, and some of them I have been developing for multiple years! (I created Aaron in 2014 for example lol)

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TRADES OPEN, COMMISSIONS CLOSED (for a bit), gifts welcome! & reblogs help artists like me a lot!

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The next part is still a work in progress, but all my characters will be here featuring their ref sheet/ a drawing, and a link to the tag where to find all posts about them within my blog! See this list under the cut

A full list of my OCs

Plus the tag at which to find them withing the blog!

[This part will be updated with ref sheets!]

• Aaron

#🩸Aaron

The gay vegan hipster by day, mvrderous vampire by night character. Has the most lore. Likes to wear chique "feminine" clothes.

• Angie

#🔪angie

Fursona but a human version is in the making! Queer af, anarchist af, neurodivergent af. Scene queen in the most gender way

• Moss

#🪻moss

Main fursona, my friend is actually making a suit of them for me!! Basically my own personality stuck onto a purple and green maned wolf lmaooo

• Støj

#📺stoj

TV headed fluffy monster! He is big, loving and protective. He is the angel of the forest creatures, protects them against hunters and will fight if needed.

• Bobbie

#🎃bobbie

Shape shifter, either humanoid, furry, or four legged creature. They have no facial features except for when they experience strong emotions. Autism core tbh /hj

• Rain

#🌈rain

Tiny rat clown fursona!! His color scheme is based off the album cover of In Rainbows by Radiohead. Energetic and funny but secretly that's a mask to hide his insecurity.

• Dante

#🍓dante

My first (?) ever fursona. Created him in the 2014 soft boi era of the Internet. A soft boi he is. Theatre kid. Pastel emoscene fashion.

• SickFish

#🐟sickfish

Fish headed character?? He is still a work in progress but basically I made him for vent art lol

#🩸aaron #🔪angie #🪻moss #📺stoj #🎃bobbie #🌈rain #🍓dante #🐟sickfish #oc lore #oc art #my ocs #original character #character art #character design #oc blog

[sirensea14]

My Royalty au :

Part 1 - the Beach (short comic)

Part 2 - the Meeting

Part 3 - Enchanted Store

Part 4 - The Legendary Chalice and the Dish brothers

Part 5 - Witch of Distress

Part 6 - upcoming:

The demon, angel and wolf

(i changed this from "the angel and the wolf" since while i was writing it, i accidentally included Bendy's side so ye, there ya go)

Alice Angel, the princess of the Heavens. Sent from above, and certainly fell in love with a wolf who was kind, yet cool. He knew all sorts of things, hunting, falconry, fishing, scavenging, mechanic, woodcutting--anything you can think of! He's a handyman of everything, and he helped a lot of people with it.

Meanwhile Alice Angel was a known angel im the Heavens. She possessed great goodness in her heart, purity, charity, humor and sympathy for the less. She desired helping those in need, she is also known for her great healing powers. But this didn't stop the other race from respecting her, she is still an angel who wielded powerful runes and energy. She was someone not to be belittled. Her anger will burn fire when she sees evil. She can also feel emotions of others.

She was the perfect girl anyone could wish for. She was a good friend of Bendy the Ink Demon, which made her earn her horns. Yet she was still kept of the Princess title. She met the Demon once in her childhood, he was a crying child, so she helped him naturally. And they became good friends despite the opposite race. And then Boris, it was when he found her trapped in a demon's oblivion and coincidentally, he was best friends with Bendy. The two helped her from her mission and the three were almost inseperable.

However Bendy wasn't actually a child at that time, it was simply his small form. Yet he chose to stay by the two toons' side. It was a closeness he hadn't felt before. And that was his family.

Alice and Boris knew this, Bendy told them and they were happy. The wolf was the eldest in thinking, by the three, Alice was the youngest in age and mind, Bendy was the eldest by age. Boris and Alice eventually fell in love and married, while Bendy was left there simping for a fish who didnt like him(at first).

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Ok no I FINALLY FINISHED ITTTT

Now b4 u judge me for shipping Alice Angel and Boris, im gonna say it again:

This ship is based on Allison and Tom's relationship in Batim/batdr.

I mean, theyre married right? So why not ship them? They make a cute pair (at least, for me)

Now my last thing for me to do abt this au:

The art✨✨

(this may take a bit long since im busy reading, writing, eating etc 💀)

#my au stuff #royalty au #Part 6 #alice angel #bendy #boris the wolf #This'll be the last part

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Out of the sea, wish I could be, part of your world.

Yay it's finally done! I'm so glad. Here's the concepts for The Little Mermaid cream cross over.

So as a basic run down, this Dream is the Brother of Prince Nightmare from the Beauty and the beast cross over. Both these storys will fit into the same universe, which I've nicknamed FairyDreamtale. As dumb as that is.

Basically Nightmare was sent away while Dream was ill because of his selfish and cold behaviour and ended up getting cursed. Dream, at this current point in time has no memory or him, the curse wiped out all memories of the people under it to the outside world. So until its broken, Dream won't really remember having a brother.

A basic version of Cross' story is that he's a siren (which is different to a normal merfoke) who lost his parents at the young age. After finding his way to the mer-city he was taken in by the Royal family (which epic is a part of). Over the years, Cross grew up rejected by the other mermaids, who feared him for what he was, this is what led him to want to seek something else, and be part of a different world, because he wanted to find a family.

Cross has been going up to the surface over and over through the years and has collected bits and bobs, the locket being his first piece. He kind of has a crush on Dream from seeing him sometimes over the years. But it's also part just admiring the Prince for the kind way he acts.

And you know how it goes, one day there is a storm and Cross saves Dream from drowning. He realises that he truly wants to live on land. He wants to he a guard to the Prince so that he can protect him. So he ends up making a deal with the sea witch.

The conditions of this deal is very different to the one in the original movie. He's not given a time limit and he doesn't have to get Dream to kiss him.

Basically his determination is what will make the spell work. So long as he is determined, he will keep his legs. But if he loses his determination, he'll turn back into a siren and will belong to the witch.

After thinking it through Cross trades his voice for the spell and is given legs. He's found by Dream on the beach and is taken back to the castle, because he looks ship wrecked.

Over time he becomes good friends with the Prince (and falls in love with him). He is also able to demonstrate a good skill for fighting and begins training to be a guard to the Prince (this takes place over months, like I said, no time limit)

But things aren't all good.

Much like in the oldest, original version of the story, Cross has to deal with a horrible consequence to having legs. Every single step he takes will be painful. It will feel as though a knife was stabbing his foot every step. The only time he gets relief is when his feet are submerged in water, other then that there is no way to stop the pain.

Cross choses to soldier on though it all. He is determined after all. But how long can he keep determined for?

Original cross, xgaster and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog.

Original epic by yugoeer012

I wanna say thanks to everyone on the discord chat for helping with is. Especially teeve who helped me with alot of the details.And thanks to @zu-is-here for your help to.

Yay

#undertale au #my art #shipping #undertale multiverse #sansest #cross x dream #dream x cross #Yeah I like this #But I wish I was better at drawing mermaids #Like the ones from the mer au #Or just any other mer au #These mermaids always look so beautiful #I just can't design mermaids like that I'm sorry #I'll do better #For now you can have this #Based of the wolf fish and the angel fish #I like dream though #I look forward to drawing more #Cross over #The little mermaid cross over #The little mercross? #Cream ship #OK what if #There was a dark cream version of this #Where dream was the only one who remembered nightmare #But everyone else acted like he was crazy #So in a way nights curse effected him #And his became cold himself? #So it becomes dark cream???? #Dark cream

[fwoosheye]

Master post. Sorta. Of my doodles and side blogs.

This is not an art blog, but I've started to upload more and more of my sketches etc so I figured it might be nice to collect them in one spot so here we are :)

Side Blogs:

My site of prompts and writing advice. Mostly fanfiction prompts but it has some other stuff too. All prompts are tagged with trigger warnings in case people need it. See it's own Master Post to see which fandoms and such

Art I like and want to save. Literally just a side blog with art reblogs for when I want to look at art and nothing else. None of my own stuff there. Lots of fanart.

My fanfictions can be found on AO3 and FFN (the ones on ffn are slowly being cross-posted to ao3)

The art:

Aithne being possessed by Majora's Mask. Fanart for the LoZ AU Limited Hero. Pen and colour pencils.

Angel and Djævel - about who's sexier. Fanart for the LoZ AU Linked Maze. Pen.

Berbunny (Bunny Mermaid Legend). A "what if Legend's mermaid curse would still affect him as a bunny". LU. Pencil drawing, colour

Berbunny fic concept with doodles. LU. Pencil drawing, colour.

Berbun creature doodles as concept for my personal wip. With handwritten notes of things I'm considering to use for them. Pencil drawings, colour.

Concept doodles with the Linked Universe chain as covers for amiibo cards. Pencil sketches.

Crazy Tracy. LoZ - Link's Awakening. Pencil drawing, colour + sepia filter version

Fierce deity baking, fishing and collecting laundry. Zelda HW. Pencil doodles.

Fierce Deity having a harp lesson. Very silly phone-doodle. I don't know why I even have a art app on my phone.

Flowey being angry in a shoe (with a derpy Wall-E with Mettaton legs in the background). Undertale + Wall-E crossover. Digital lineart, colour.

Four Wild Ones. Doodles of a fanfic concept where BotW-Link found the Four Sword. Pencil sketch. And here's a digital drawing from the first chapter where FWO-Link is running through the Forgotten Temple and having half a flashback.

Granny Orc. Character from my original wip (current working title: Music and Murder). Pen lineart, not yet coloured.

Kittenlad, Catboy, Lionking. Reply to Gaud's post. Pencil sketch.

Kris Dreemurr as a Shujin student (with Ren/Akira, Ryuji, Ann and Morgana in the background). Deltarune + Persona 5 crossover. Pen and pencils, colour.

Laria and Ravio. Fanart for telemna-hyelle's Lorian Linked Universe AU: Saga of Hilda, where Laria is the Lorian version of Marin. Pen and colour pencils.

Little Yiga who is allergic to bananas. Breath of the Wild. Phone doodle.

LM Bunny as a berbun/zora-bunny. Linked Maze. Digital lineart, colour.

LU Legend and Twilight in the 1920's. Generated prompt. Pencil doodle.

LU Legend cuddling the Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog. Linked Universe + Monty Python crossover. Pen and colour pencils

LU Twilight in beast form but it’s a goat instead of a wolf (based of the fanfic The Sacred Beast (for a farmer) by Wisetypewriter on ao3). Zelda TP + LU. Watercolours

Mermaid Legend. Linked Universe for mermay, pencil, both grayscale and colour

Mettaton EX wearing his blue dress + him meeting Ghirahim. Undertale + LoZ Skyward Sword. Colour pencil doodles.

Mettaton wearing the Cece Hat. Undertale + TotK crossover. Colour pencil doodle.

Papyrus and Murray (with Sans and Guybrush as well + a Frisk wanted poster). Undertale + Monkey Island crossover. Pencil sketch.

Papyrus and the Riddler (alas, the master piece before it with Batman and Papyrus in swapped outfits is not mine, I just wish it was). Undertale + Batman crossover. Reply to Insanelyadd's post. Pen lineart.

Poison Ivy vs. Crowley. Good Omens + Batman crossover. Digital sketch, colour

Ravio with a sleeping Sheerow on his head. Zelda ALBW + Mina's Linkverse. Digital art, colour

Redead Vio. From the Forgotten Fourth AU by Social1Climb. Digital art, colour

Shadow Link from my BotW AU fic. Colour pencils

The Ghost Hero. Cursed Link generator. Possibly up-coming story. Both digital and pencil doodles. And here are some additional digital doodles for this AU! And here's a pen drawing for it!

The Islander. LU roleswap AU, fanart of Link and Marin. Colour pencils

TotK Link's new arm but with a twist. A what-if-concept. No real spoilers if you have at least started the tutorial area and spoken with this game's "wise old man". Though one later sidequest is hinted at in tags. Pencil doodles and a bit of fine liners on one of them

Underfell doodles from my own AU crossover comic. Undertale AU:s (Underfell and [still a secret]). Pencil sketches.

The profile header: Berbuns, aka mermaid bunnies or bunnyseals. Coloured pencil.

Fics from others' writing prompts:

The Forgotten Prisoner

The Book of Custom Lies

A Human Neighbour

The Mirror of Truths

The Demon and I

#masterpost #sorta #art #sketches #doodles #digital #traditional #pencils #pens #some are replies to others'posts #some are linked to art on my sideblogs #fanart

[calciumgaymer]

Or: How I interpret the characters and their origins.

Hermitcraft Origins:

Xisuma Bedwars is an Endwalker, the Minecraft equivalent of a void creature. He crashed into the Hermitcraft planet, and likes absorbing the form of mobs he finds interesting. He has a son, Purpled Bedwars, though the hermits don't know if it is through adoption or biological.

Stress is a Floral Nymph (Peony). The other hermits think she is also undead, but she has just been around for a long time. She and Iskall met the hermits around the same time in my canon.

GeminiTay is a Wood Nymph (Azula). She spent most of her time underground in a lush cave until she heard a crash where she found PearlescentMoon and the other hermits crowding around.

Beef is a Minotaur, and he is the tallest of all the hermits. It is not uncommon to find the hermits climbing around on him like he's their personal monkey gym.

Cleo is a Zombie, so when she goes outside she is usually holding a sun parasol. Some potions have the opposite effect on her such as a Potion of Harming is her Potion of Regeneration.

Grian is an Avain (Scarlet Macaw). Flocks of parrots tend to follow him wherever he goes and does whatever he needs them to do. The pesky birds are usually his parrots, so they can't exactly blame him but they all know it is him stealing their crops.

Doc is a Natural Creeper who made a pact with Mother Capra (Goat Mother), Goddess of Efficiency. Upon making the pact he grew some lovely goat horns. In my interpretation of creepers, they don't have arms only legs with hand like feet. Doc created himself a pair of arms made out of iron.

Zedaph is an Avain (Albatross). He met Impulse after being caught in Impulse's fishing nets. Impulse originally mistook Zedaph as an angel, but was quickly corrected when Zedaph proved to be quite chaotic.

Tango is a Wither, a Minecraft demon. He originated in the Nether, and was found by Impulse and Zedaph. He was delighted to know that the Hermits did not view his games as tricks or ways to steal life forces as the other Withers did.

Jevin is an Aquatic Slime, he rose to the surface after gooping around on the ocean bottom and watched the hermits for a while.

Iskall is a Naga, a snake creature. He is missing one eye which he replaced with cybernetics. Despite not being defanged, he is arguably the friendliest of all the hermits.

Ren is a Werewolf, though this just means he can shapeshift from human to wolf form then wolf to human. His power is based on the phases of the moon.

TFC is... well... no one really knows. He appears human when he is on the surface, but when he goes underground he morphs into an unidentifiable beast. Those who have caught him mining says that he doesn't use pickaxes as his claws are as long and sharp as one. All they know is that he has the spirit of a grandfather.

The rest are humans for the time being as I am still familiarizing myself with the Hermitcraft Members.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft season eight #hermitcraft headcanons #hermitcraft fan origins #hermitcraft season 8

[wjbsart]

A complete, very long list of all GBoard-combinable emojis because I can't find one anywhere.

Ok so for those who haven't seen my stuff (or have only seen my Bionicle posts), I sometimes emoji mashup redraws, with the recent fourth one using GBoard-based fusions. Frustratingly, there's no actual list of fusion-compatible emojis, so I'll attempt to compile them, in a list below the "Read More" thing:

Green/▢ = compatible with fusion Blue/△ = only works with certain emojis Red/◯ = not compatible with fusion

Also, since other people's terms for specific emojis might not match up with mine, I recommend using CTRL+F and then doing this to find the specific emoji you're looking for. This list is in the order presented in GBoard's Emoji menu. Some of them will be generic unicode symbols, I don't know how to change that, sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I won't aknowledge multi-category Emoji.

Smileys and Emoticons

😀Open-mouthed smile▢

😃Wide-eyed smile▢

😄Closed-eyed smile▢

😁Closed-eyed grin▢

😆Laughing▢

😅Sweating smile▢

😂Cry-laughing▢

🤣Cry-ROFLing▢

😭Crying▢

😗Kissing▢

😙Kissing, closed eyes▢

😚Kissing, blushing▢

😘Kissing, winking w/ heart▢

🥰Surrounded by hearts▢

😍Heart-eyes▢

🤩Star-eyes▢

🥳Noisemaker and party-hat▢

🤗Hugging▢

🙃Upside-down▢

🙂Smile▢

☺Blushing, smiling▢

😊Blushing▢

😏Looking off to the side▢

😌Relieved▢

😉Winking▢

🤭Hand over mouth▢

😶Nightmare fuel Mouthless▢

😐Neutral▢

😑-_-▢

😔Pensive▢

😋Licking lips▢

😛Tongue out▢

😝Tongue out, eyes closed▢

😜Tongue out, winking▢

🤪Tongue out, wide-eyed▢

🤔Hmmm▢

🤨Suspicious▢

🧐Monocle▢

🙄Rolling eyes▢

😒Unamused▢

😤Snorting▢

😠Angry▢

😡Angry, red▢

🤬Swearing▢

☹Frown▢

🙁Frown but less▢

😕Confused▢

😟Distraught▢

🥺Pleading▢

😳AWOOGA Flushed▢

😬Yikes▢

🤐Zip▢

🤫Shushing▢

😰Distraught, sweating▢

😧Distraught, shocked▢

😦Distraught, neutral▢

😮Open mouth▢

😯Open mouth, surprised▢

😲Shocked▢

😱Horrified▢

🤯Your head asplode Mind blown▢

😢Crying, single tear▢

😥Crying, less sad▢

😓Sweating▢

😞Dissapointed▢

😖Pained▢

😣Persevering▢

😩Weary▢

😫Tired▢

🤤Drooling▢

😴Sleeping▢

😪Sleeping but different?▢

🌛Left-facing moon▢

🌜Right-facing moon▢

🌚New moon face◯

🌝Full moon face◯

🌞The sun▢

🤢Queasy▢

🤮Vomiting▢

🤧Sneezing▢

🤒Unwell▢

🤕Bandaged▢

🥴Drunk▢

😵Dizzy▢

🥵Hot▢

🥶Cold▢

😷Masked up▢

😇Angel▢

🤠yee haw▢

🤑Money-tongue▢

😎Cool▢

🤓Nerd▢

🤥Lying▢

🤡Clown▢

👻Ghost▢

💩Poop▢

👽Ayy lmao Alien▢

🤖Robot▢

🎃Jack-o-Lantern▢

😈Demon 1▢

👿Demon 2▢

👹Oni◯

👺Tengu◯

☠Skull and crossbones▢

🔥Fire▢

💫Star with trail▢

⭐Star▢

🌟Star with bits▢

✨Stars▢

⚡Lightning◯

💥Explosion◯

💯100△

💢Anime anger symbol◯

💨Steam▢

💦Sweat Droplets▢

💤Zzz▢

🕳Hole▢

🎉Party popper▢

🎊Confetti ball▢

😺😸😹😻😼😽🙀😿😾Literally all the "cat in different emotions" emojis▢

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤Literally all the coloured hearts△

♥Heart suit▢

💘Heart with arrow▢

💝Heart with ribbon▢

💖Shiny heart▢

💗Growing heart▢

💓Beating heart▢

💞Swirling hearts▢

💕Two hearts▢

💌Love letter▢

💟Heart in square▢

❣Heart exclamation mark▢

💔Broken heart▢

💋Kiss▢

👥Two silhouettes◯

👤Silhouette◯

🗣Talking silhouette◯

👣Footprints◯

🧠Brain◯

🦠Microbe▢

🦷Tooth◯

🦴Bone◯

💀Skull▢

👀Eyes◯

👁Eye▢

👄Lips◯

👅Tongue◯

👃👂🦶🦵💪👍👎👏🙌👐Every other body part and hand gesture, seriously this isn't even all of them◯

People

Seriously, I don't know why none of the people-category emojis are Fusion-compatible. Let's just move on.◯

Animals and Nature

💐Bunch of flowers▢

🌹Rose▢

🥀Wilted rose◯

🌷Tulip▢

🌺Hibiscus flower◯

🌸Cherry blossom▢

🏵Rosette◯

🌻Sunflower◯

🌼Daisy▢

💮White flower◯

🍂Falling leaves◯

🍁Maple leaf◯

🌾Rice plants◯

🌱Seedling◯

🌿Herb◯

🍃Falling leaves again◯

☘3-leaf clover◯

🍀4-leaf clover◯

🌵Cactus▢

🌴Palm tree◯

🌳Deciduous tree◯

🌲Coniferous tree▢

🏞National park◯

⛰Mountain◯

🌊Wave◯

🌬Wind◯

🌀Tornado symbol◯

🌁Foggy scene◯

🌫Fog▢

🌪Tornado▢

☃Snowman (with snow)▢

⛄Snowman (without snow)▢

❄Snowflake

🏔Mountain with snow◯

🌡Thermometer◯

🌋Volcano◯

🏜Desert◯

🏝Desert island◯

🏖Beach◯

🌅Sunrise/set (water)◯

🌄Sunrise/set (mountains)◯

☀Sun▢

🌤Sun with cloud◯

⛅Sun and cloud◯

🌥Cloud with sun◯

🌦Sun and cloud with rain◯

☁Cloud▢

🌨Snowcloud◯

⛈Stormcloud◯

🌩Thundercloud◯

🌧Raincloud◯

💧Drop◯

☔Umbrella with rain◯

🌈Rainbow▢

✨Sparkles▢

🌙Crescent Moon◯

☄Comet◯

🌠Shooting star▢

🌌Milky Way◯

🌉Bridge◯

🌆City in the evening▢

🌃City at night▢

🌍🌏🌎Earth▢

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘The moon◯

🙈🙉🙊🐵Monkeys, wise or not▢

🦁Lion face▢

🐯Tiger face◯

🐱Cat face▢

🐶Dog face◯

🐺Wolf face◯

🐻Bear face▢

🐨Koala face▢

🐼Panda face▢

🐹Hamster face◯

🐭Mouse face◯

🐰Rabbit face▢

🦊Fox face◯

🦝Raccoon face◯

🐮Cow face◯

🐷Pig face▢

🐽Pig nose▢

🐗Boar head◯

🦓Zebra head◯

🦄Unicorn head▢

🐴Horse head◯

🐸Frog face◯

🐲Dragon head◯

🦎Lizard◯

🐉Dragon◯

🦖T-Rex◯

🦕Diplodocus◯

🐢Turtle▢

🐊Crocodile◯

🐍Snake◯

🐁Mouse▢

🐀Rat◯

🐇Rabbit▢

🐈Cat▢

🐩Poodle◯

🐕Dog◯

🐅Tiger◯

🐆Leopard◯

🐎Horse◯

🐖Pig▢

🐄Cow◯

🐂Bull◯

🐃Water buffalo◯

🐏Ram◯

🐑Sheep◯

🐐Goat▢

🦌Deer▢

🦙Llama▢

🦘Kangaroo◯

🐘Elephant◯

🦏Rhinoceros◯

🦛Hippopotamus◯

🦒Giraffe◯

🐒Monkey▢

🦍Gorilla◯

🐪🐫Camels◯

🐿Squirrel (why does the squirrel of all things have a Unicode symbol?)◯

🦡Badger◯

🦔Hedgehog▢

🦇Bat▢

🐓Cockerel/rooster◯

🐔Chicken◯

🐣🐥🐤Chicks◯

🐦Bird▢

🦉Owl▢

🦅Eagle◯

🦜Parrot◯

🕊Dove◯

🦢Swan◯

🦚Peacock◯

🦃Turkey◯

🦆Duck◯

🐧Penguin◯

🦈Shark◯

🐬Dolphin◯

🐋🐳Whales◯

🐟Fish▢

🐠Tropical fish◯

🐡Pufferfish◯

🦐Prawn◯

🦞Lobster◯

🦀Crab◯

🦑Squid◯

🐙Octopus▢

🦂Scorpion▢

🕷Spider▢

🕸Spiderweb◯

🐚Shell◯

🐌Snail▢

🐜Ant◯

🦗Grasshopper◯

🦟Mosquito◯

🐝Bee▢

🐞Ladybird◯

🦋Butterfly◯

🐛"Bug" yeah sure ok◯

🐾Pawprints◯

Food and Drink

🍓Strawberry▢

🍒Cherry◯

🍎Red apple◯

🍉Watermelon◯

🍑Peach◯

🍊Orange◯

🥭Mango◯

🍍Pineapple▢

🍌Banana◯

🍋Lemon▢

🍈Melon◯

🍏Green apple◯

🍐Pear◯

🥝Kiwi◯

🍇Grapes◯

🥥Coconut◯

🍅Tomato◯

🌶Chili▢

🍄Mushroom◯

🥕Carrot◯

🍠Sweet potato◯

🌽Corn◯

🥦Broccoli◯

🥒Cucumber◯

🥬Lettuce◯

🥑Avocado▢

🍆Aubergine◯

🥔Potato◯

🌰Nut◯

🥜Peanuts◯

🍞Bread▢

🥐Croissant◯

🥖Baguette▢

🥯Bagel◯

🥞Pancakes◯

🍳Frying pan◯

🥚Egg (somehow)◯

🧀Cheese▢

🥓Bacon◯

🥩Meat◯

🍗Chicken leg◯

🍖Anime meat◯

🍔Burger◯

🌭Hotdog▢

🥪Sandwich◯

🥨Pretzel◯

🍟Chips◯

🍕Pizza◯

🌮Taco◯

🌯Wrap◯

🥙Stuffed flatbread◯

🥘Paella◯

🍝Spaghetti◯

🥫Can◯

🥣Bowl◯

🥗Salad◯

🍲Pot of food◯

🍛Curry◯

🍜Noodles◯

🍣Sushi◯

🍤Fried prawn◯

🥡Takeaway container◯

🍚Cooked rice◯

🍱Bento◯

🥟Dumpling◯

🍢Oden◯

🍙Jelly Donut Rice ball◯

🍘Rice cracker◯

🍥Fishcake◯

🍡Dango◯

🥠Fortune cookie◯

🥮Moon cake◯

🍧Shave ice◯

🍨Ice cream◯

🍦See above◯

🥧Pie◯

🍰Cake slice◯

🍮Custard mate what kinda custard have you been eating, this is clearly a créme caramel◯

🎂Birthday cake▢

🧁Cupcake▢

🍭Lollipop◯

🍬Boiled sweet◯

🍫Chocolate◯

🍩Donut◯

🍪Cookie◯

🍯Honey◯

🧂Salt◯

🍿Popcorn◯

🥤Soft drink◯

🥛Milk◯

🍼Baby bottle◯

🍵Green tea◯

☕Coffee▢

🍺Beer◯

🍻Beers, plural◯

🥂Champagne glasses◯

🍾Champagne◯

🍷Red red wine◯

🥃Whiskey◯

🍸Martini◯

🍹Cocktail◯

🍶Sake◯

🥢Chopsticks◯

🍴Knife and fork▢

🥄Spoon◯

🔪Kitchen knife◯

🍽Plate▢

Travel and Places

🛑🎡Everything from the stop sign to Ferris wheel◯

🎠Merry-go-round horse▢

🎪🏕Everything from circus tent to campsite◯

🌇City at sunset yes I'm surprised as you are▢

🛤Train tracks◯

🛣Road◯

🗺Map◯

🗾Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's beautifuul!◯

🌐Globe with meridian lines▢

💺Plane seat◯

🧳Luggage◯

Activities and Events

🎈Balloon▢

🎀Bow◯

🎁Present◯

🎇Sparkler◯

🎆Fireworks◯

🧨Dynamite Firecracker◯

🧧Red envelope◯

🎐Wind chime◯

🎏Fish streamers◯

🎎Japanese dolls (that's what the emoji's called, don't @ me with the actual name for them)◯

🎑Moon viewing ceremony◯

🎍Pine decoration◯

🎋Tanabata◯

🎄Christmas tree▢

🎗Ribbon△

🥇🥈🥉🏅🎖Medals◯

🏆Trophy◯

📣Megaphone◯

🥅Goal◯

⚽⚾🥎🏀🏐🏈🏉🎾🏸🥍🏏🏑🏒SPORTS◯

🥌Curling stone◯

🛷Rosebud Sled◯

🎿Ski◯

⛸Skate◯

⛳Golf-hole◯

🎯Target◯

🏹Bow◯

🥏Frisbee◯

🎣Fishing rod▢

🎽Running shirt◯

🥋Martial arts uniform◯

🥊Boxing glove◯

🎱8-ball◯

🏓Ping-pong◯

🎳Bowling◯

♟Chess◯

🧩Puzzle piece◯

🎮Controller◯

🕹Joystick◯

👾Videogame alien◯

🔫Gun◯

🎲Dice◯

🎰Slot machine◯

🎴Flower playing card◯

🀄Mahjong tile◯

🃏Joker◯

🎩Top hat◯

📷📸Camera◯

🖼Painting◯

🖌Paintbrush◯

🖍Crayon◯

🧵String◯

🧶Wool◯

🎼🎵🎶Music▢

🎷🎺🎸🎻🥁Instruments◯

🎤Mic◯

🎧Headphones▢

🎚🎛🎙📻Assorted audio stuff◯

📺TV◯

📼VHS◯

📹Camcorder◯

📽Projector◯

🎥Film camera◯

🎞Film◯

🎬Clapperboard◯

🎭Comedy and tragedy masks◯

🎫🎟Tickets◯

Objects

📱🧻Everything from smartphone to toilet roll◯

🧸Teddy bear▢

🧷🧢Everything from safety pin to baseball cap◯

👑Crown▢

🎒💍Everything from backpack to ring◯

💎Diamond▢

💄👓Everything from lipstick to glasses◯

🕶Sunglasses▢

🥽📁Everything from goggles to folder◯

🕶Newspaper▢

🗞🔎Everything from rolled-up newspaper to right-pointing magnifying glass◯

🔮Crystal ball▢

🧿🔓Everything from Nazar amulet to open lock◯

Symbols

There are no compatible non-repeated Emoji here.◯

Flags

Aaaaand none here either.◯

Feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong.

#emoji #emoji mashup #cursed emoji

[apollo-justice-for-all]

Snow

AO3 link here

Summary: Apollo recalls his first experience with snow in the Khura'inese mountains with Dhurke and Nahyuta.

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The Kingdom of Khura'in...or, to be more specific, the faraway mountains. A relatively safe haven for the Defiant Dragons as they planned their coup d'état against the tyrannical Queen Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in and her equally tyrannical Defense Culpability Act.

The Defiant Dragons had multiple bases set up in the kingdom, from dilapidated buildings to even the complex sewer system underground. They even had spies within the ranks of the royal guards, stealthily observing the queen and her family's every actions - observations that they would then report back to their superiors.

Yet, time and again, the mountains proved themselves to be the primary base of operations for the Dragons. Standing at the pinnacle of the world, the mountains provided a great barrier of nature, one that proved to be impenetrable. No matter how many of the royal guards were sent out, the Dragons could conceal themselves within the dense forests and the vast fields. Even the deepest of lakes and the fastest of rivers could hide them from prying eyes.

But the mountains were also a dangerous place to live in. While the royal guards were a main concern, there was also the matter of other dangerous creatures roaming in the wild. One could easily find themselves face-to-face with a predatory animal like a tiger or a wolf, or a misstep could send someone falling off a cliff to their untimely demise. And, of course, there was always the matter of finding enough food to last an entire group...or a small family.

Dhurke always kept this in mind. Even after all the years he'd spent hiding in the mountains, living in that little shack, he knew there was danger to be had. Not just for himself, but also for his two boys, Nahyuta and Apollo.

Especially Apollo.

From the moment Dhurke took him under his wing, the young child had grown into quite the little spitfire, always full of energy and vigor, and always eager for adventure. Take away that piss and vinegar, and you get just that: a child, all alone, with his father dead and his mother missing. It broke Dhurke's heart every time he recalled the incident: the fire burning away at the palace, Apollo as an infant crying for help as his father lay dead...

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the fast pitter-patter of bare feet against the wooden floorboards, nor the sound of a door being swung open. The rush of cold air and a startled squeak, on the other hand, were enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

Dhurke turned around to find Apollo running towards him. His tiny hands were wrapped around something white and mushy, and his cheeks were bright red. He was also shivering from the coldness to the point where Dhurke could see his pointed canine teeth like little fangs (dragon fangs, according to Datz).

"D-D-Dhurke," Apollo spoke up between shivers. "What's this? It's s-so white, and wet and...and...and c-cold!"

Dhurke blinked in surprise. Then, he smiled. And let out a hearty chuckle. He knelt down to affectionately give his foster son a pat on the head, just behind his tiny horns. His other hand came up to poke the white stuff that was slowly but inexorably beginning to melt in Apollo's smaller hands.

"My boy," he said. "All this time in the mountains, and you have no idea about the natural world outside?"

Though, given the circumstances, he figured that being forced to hide from Ga'ran's royal guards was the main factor. But he didn't dare tell Apollo that. Instead, he took a clump of the white and wet...thing...and cupped it in his hands for Apollo to see.

"This is called snow," he explained. "The mountains are topped with it. And, at a certain time of year, it is what covers the land and makes it cold and white."

"S...suh-now..." Apollo slowly repeated.

Dhurke nodded. Apollo took a deep breath and said it again, with more confidence this time. "Snow!" He tossed the last bits of snow into the air, and watched as it scattered on the floor in small droplets.

Apollo frowned. "But if the snow covers the ground, then what happens to the grass, and the plants, and..."

Dhurke chuckled as he stood up. "Well, why don't we find out for ourselves together?" he asked. He went over to the closet and pulled out a large blue coat for himself as well as a smaller red coat for Apollo. He also took out a pair of mittens and boots to keep their hands and feet warm as well as some scarves.

Once Apollo was fully dressed, he followed Dhurke outside the shack and into the fields. More snow covered the ground, blanketing the world in white. Dhurke watched as Apollo gasped in awe at the new surroundings, his eyes sparkling with delight. He then looked down at the snow and ducked down on all fours to dig through it, as if he were searching for his hidden cache of a freshly-killed rabbit or squirrel.

Dhurke knelt down to Apollo's height as he put a hand on his shoulder. "You wish to know more about what happens to the grass and plants when the snow falls, don't you, son?" he asked.

"Uh-huh!" Apollo nodded with enthusiasm.

Dhurke sat down in the snow and pulled Apollo onto his lap. "Well, at this time of year, the plants and grass need to rest and recharge, like the rest of us. When the cold seasons start to settle in, they..." He paused, unsure where to go from there. "...They retreat back into the ground. The earth gives the plants the energy that normally would not be found just by obtaining sunlight and water alone, and the plants, in turn, give themselves to the earth to be reborn again."

He turned to the riverside. "And it's not just the grass that needs to rest, too. Ice forms over the water, and the fish within have to sleep for a very long time. It's the same with some animals, too. Some of them store up enough energy to sleep through and survive the long, cold nights and short days. And others retreat to warmer places."

He glanced up at the sky, noticing that it was starting to snow. "Apollo, listen carefully. Winter is a time when you should reflect upon your past and plan ahead for your future. It is a time to rest your body and mind so that you will be ready come the next spring. But most importantly, it is also a time to remember the fallen ones and to honor their spirits so that they will be reborn anew. And the snow is a symbol of it all - of death, of rest, and of rebirth. That is what makes the life cycle so incredible."

Apollo nodded. "OK," he said. "But what can we do with the snow?"

"How about this?" an older, yet still boyish voice sounded from behind them. As if on cue, Dhurke felt something cold and wet hit his back, startling Apollo. The two of them turned to find Nayhuta dressed in his white coat. He held a snowball in one hand as he grinned, his jade eyes standing out amongst all that white.

Dhurke stared at Nahyuta in bewilderment. Then, he chuckled. "Where'd you come from, my boy?" he asked.

Nahyuta smirked as he clutched his snowball with both hands. "Oh, you know, Father," he said rather innocently. "Just thought I'd surprise you both."

"Well, you certainly managed to accomplish that." Dhurke slowly got up just as Apollo hopped off his lap. "And now, you're going to get it! Raaah!"

Without warning, he scooped up a large clump of snow in his arms and threw it at both his boys. Nayhuta laughed as he dodged the wave of snow. Apollo, however, wasn't so lucky, as he tripped over and fell face-first in the snowbank.

Nahyuta gasped in shock and dropped his snowball as he rushed to his brother's aid. "Apollo! Apollo, are you alright?"

Luckily, Apollo wasn't injured at all. He simply sat up to wipe the snow off his hair and face and glared up at Nayhuta. "Yuty, we gotta get back at him!" he declared.

Nahyuta blinked. Then, he smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're right," he said. "For the Defiant Dragons!"

The two boys quickly gathered up as many snowballs as they could before launching them at Dhurke. Their father laughed as tiny white orbs pelted his coat before retaliating with some of his own snowballs.

Even as Dhurke continued his snowball fight with Apollo and Nahyuta, he couldn't help but feel a dreaded thought nag the back of his mind. Though the snow held its own beauty, it also came with a danger of its own. Prey animals would become scarce, while predators could take desperate measures by invading the shack in search of any fresh meat they could find. And, of course, there was always the possibility of Ga'ran's followers coming into the mountains in search of them.

He knew that someday, one of his two sons would have to leave Khura'in for his safety. And he knew that day was fast approaching.

But for now, as he lay in the snow with his sons at his sides, Dhurke was happy to live out a snow day free of worry...a day where he and his family would be safe.

At least, for now.

* * *

"What are you thinking about, Polly?"

Apollo yelped as Trucy's voice startled him out of his daydream, so much so that it nearly caused him to fall out of his chair. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he then took a quick look at his surroundings.

Gone were Dhurke and Nahyuta along with the little shack in the mountains, replaced with the warm and messy (yet familiar all the same) office of Wright Anything Agency. Trucy was leaning over his desk in front of him, staring at him with concerned sapphire eyes.

Apollo sighed with exasperation as he rubbed his finger against his forehead. "Trucy, how many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up like that?" he complained. "It scares me every time."

Trucy withdrew from her perch atop Apollo's desk. "Sorry, Polly," she said. "But you looked pretty zoned out. What were you thinking about?"

Oh...that.

Apollo sighed as he relaxed in his chair. "Just...thinking about the times I used to play in the snow as a kid, I guess," he answered solemnly. "Snowball fights, snow angels...even sledding..."

Trucy tapped a finger to her chin, like she usually did when she was thinking hard. "You really miss all the fun times, don't you?" she asked. "It's not like you to feel down in the dumps, you know. You're usually a lot more serious than that, Polly."

And by serious, you mean grumpy, thought Apollo as he pouted a little.

Trucy glanced out at the window...and let out a gasp. "Polly! Polly, look!" she squealed excitedly. "It's snowing outside!"

Apollo blinked with surprise. "Wait, seriously?" he asked.

"Seriously, Polly! You gotta take a look at this!" Trucy pressed her gloved hands against the glass window, grinning with excitement. Apollo got up from his desk to look out the window. Almost right away, his eyes widened with amazement at what he saw.

Outside the office, he saw multiple snowflakes gently falling from the sky, blanketing the city skyscrapers in a soft and fluffy white. Down below, he noticed that some of the streets and sidewalks were empty, as if the people down below had chosen to leave room for nature to take over.

Almost unconsciously, Apollo found himself recalling Dhurke's words: "Winter is a time when you should reflect upon your past and plan ahead for your future. It is a time to rest your body and mind so that you will be ready come the next spring. But most importantly, it is also a time to remember the fallen ones and to honor their spirits so that they will be reborn anew."

He couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile, remembering his first snow day in the mountains, in a world where he lived alone with his family. He wondered if they were doing the same, looking out into the window of their hideout, remembering that very day...remembering him.

"Hey, Polly!"

Apollo looked down at Trucy, her grin having morphed into a broad, toothy smile. "You wanna go and see if Mr. Gavin and Ms. Skye have taken the day off? I'm sure they won't resist a good snowball fight...or two. It'll be a good way for you to unwind as well."

Apollo thought this over for a moment. Then, he smiled. "Heh, why not?" he replied, his mind picturing a moment where he could finally knock that stupid, smug look off of that glimmerous fop's face.

"Perfect!" Trucy bounced over to grab her coat. "Then let's go make some calls and tell them to meet us over at People Park!"

"I'll be right there," Apollo said. "Just...need a moment." Once he was sure Trucy was gone, he leaned against the windowsill and looked outside once more. He let out a deep sigh as the memories came back to him. For the first time in his life, he realized just how alone he was, in America, without his family by his side.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but think about the new friends and the new family he'd gained here. A group of close confidants who would always have his back no matter what.

He smiled. No matter what happened next, he would be fine.

#cyber drabble #Apollo Justice #Dhurke Sahdmadhi #Nahyuta Sahdmadhi #Trucy Wright #Defiant Dragons #Dragon family #Gramarye siblings #Ace Attorney #ace attorney fanfiction #writers on tumblr

[alphaflyer]

AO3 Tagging Game

My friend @inkvoices tagged me on this, and I love these things, so here we are....

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

108. Whoops??  How’d that happen...???  

Come to think of it I stuck a lot of shorter pieces - including some that in hindsight should probably have been standalone fics - into my collection, Moments.  That would add another 34.

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

*coughs politely* 1,043,163. Good lord. I am so sorry...  In the early days, I wrote novels - mostly because my writing ambition had been suppressed for so long.

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Officially 17, but most of them are offshoots of the MCU. When you count that as one, then 5: MCU, Hawkeye comics, Star Trek: Voyager, James Bond 007, the Prisoner and Good Omens (the latter three all as part of fusion/crossovers with the MCU).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

   1.  The Skies Over Manhattan (953) My second MCU fic, Clintasha throughout with all the other O6, plus Coulson, each getting their own feature chapter.

   2.  Five Times SHIELD Tried To Recruit Clint Barton (819)  Clint only, with various SHIELD agents making appearances. A total sleeper hit, written longhand in the back of a fishing boat, after some disappointing professional news.

   3.  Second Mouse  (697 c’mon folks, can we get that to 700???  :P )  My first MCU-James Bond 007 crossover and one of my personal favourites. Illustrated by @inkvoices, it spawned one coda and two sequels, and an über-cool commentary by @alistrawrites. 

   4.  Moments  (697 as well, go figure - what’s up with that?)  As mentioned above, a collection of ficlets (up to 1,800 words or so) which include much Clintasha, some Clint/Laura, but also Darcy Lewis, AoS characters and others.

   5.  Double Deuce (626) A crossover with Guardians of the Galaxy. The summary says it all: “Ironman, Starlord and Black Widow walk into a bar.”

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try to. Sometimes I mean to later and then the comment notice slips down a page in my inbox and I forget. I do like to respond because I appreciate when someone takes the trouble, and want to encourage them to keep it up for other writers. And sometimes, there’s an interesting discussion point.

Occasionally, a comment moves me to add to the fic, sort of like one of those Marvel post-credit scenes.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Define angst...? Possibly a ficlet called “Toast” (Chapter 18 in Moments) which was a preview of Age of Ultron, based on the tower scene in the trailer. Or maybe Locust Wind, which foreshadows the rise of Hydra.

7. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I do! Probably Rapture, which is a Good Omens-verse AU in which the angel and demon characters are taking on the characteristics of Clint and Natasha - the humans they like to shadow.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Emm... yes. Once. I tagged Highway of Diamonds with a dubious consent warning and a “there be darkness” tag, and someone went off on me because she thought I should have tagged it as rape. (I’m a lawyer, I know the difference, and the tag was very carefully and deliberately considered). She enlisted a couple of her friends to pile on. I ended up re-tagging, but the whole thing pissed me off because I could have just done a “chose not to warn”. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Rarely, but yes.  F/M exclusively because it’s what I actually know. I’m always amused by people writing sex scenes who’ve obviously never done it, so I fear me writing F/F or M/M would probably be pretty disastrous.  But generally I prefer to leave the sexytimes to the reader’s imagination.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, in the early days some shady outfit based in Russia scraped a bunch of my ST:Voyage fics off FFN and put them on their for-profit “good stories” website.  This happened to a bunch of people, and FFN was on it pretty quickly and the site disappeared.

11. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, several. It’s a fun process and you learn a lot (about yourself, about your friend, about writing).  But generally I’m a lone wolf - which is a euphemism for “control freak, if I’m honest with myself - like I was in school projects.

12. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Clintasha4Ever!!!

13. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek:Voyager, on FFN.  I got so many encouraging comments for my first fic (just got another one on AO3, actually) that I decided that I was a writer now.

14. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Which child do I love the most...? I have a very soft spot for Second Mouse, for Going to Ground and for some of my later Voyager one-shots, like Grace and Deep Water..

#fic meme #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Somewhere

Author: foolondahill17

Artist: vulfmert

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel, background Sam/Ruby

Length: 55000

Warnings: show-level violence, the threat of sexual violence, past child abuse, and strong language, including period-typical racial, ethnic, homophobic, and gender-based slurs.

Tags: West Side Story AU, prior West Side Story knowledge unnecessary, first-generation immigrant themes, queer themes, spoilers for A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway, as many song lyrics as I can plausibly smush into dialog

Posting Date: October 12, 2020

Summary: It’s 1957, and an Upper West Side neighborhood in New York City is split down the middle between two rival street gangs: the Angels and the Hunters. Dean Winchester left the Hunters four months ago to work at Singer’s Auto, hoping to earn his little brother a chance at a future he never had, but he remains best friends with the gang’s leader, Benny. Castiel Nova is a member of a large, first-generation Italian American family and the younger brother of the Angels' two leaders, Michael and Luca. Castiel, however, doesn’t want to be sucked into the city’s violence, despite his family’s pressure to join ranks with the Angels.   When Castiel and Dean meet by chance at a neighborhood dance, they are inadvertently but undeniably attracted to each other. Their budding romance, however, not only risks being torn apart by the tension between the two gangs, but also by the ethnic and sexual prejudices of the day.

Excerpt: Dean sucks the last of his cigarette into his lungs, holds it for a couple seconds, and then lets the smoke out through his nostrils. He drops the filter and stubs the ember out with his toe.   “– I said,” says a voice right next to him, “do you have a light?”   “Jesus Christ!” Dean exclaims and jumps about a half a foot because the guy is right-fucking-there. Like so close to Dean’s ear, Dean felt his breath on his neck.   “No,” says the guy, looking puzzled.   “You heard of personal space, buddy?” Dean snaps.   “I apologize,” the guy shrugs. He’s young, about Dean’s age and a couple inches shorter. He’s got a shock of messy dark hair, and Dean can’t see his face all that well given that they’re standing in a dark alley. “I assumed you knew I was here. I’ve been asking for a light for some time.” He holds out an unlit cigarette as if to prove his point.   “Ah, shit, sorry,” Dean says. He tugs out his Zippo again, flicks it open, and a flame dances to life, briefly illuminating the guy's face.   His eyes are blue. And that’s about all Dean gets. Because that’s the only important thought in his mind. His eyes are blue. Lids are heavy and lazy. And, Goddamn, his eyes are blue. Clear sky blue. Break your heart blue. Frank Sinatra ‘Ol Blue Eyes kind a’ blue. Dean chokes on a wolf-whistle and manages to catch the end of the man’s cigarette without betraying the sudden tremble in his fingers.   “Thank you,” the guy says. He sucks in a breath of smoke. Dean watches how his cheeks inflate. And then he lets it out slowly. And Dean watches how his lips pucker a little around the stream.   Dean realizes he’s staring like an idiot, so he fishes out another cigarette and lights up.   “The, ah, party too much for you?” Dean says. All Dean can think about is the fact that he probably won’t get a chance to see those baby blues again unless the guy asks for another light, and the only way he’s gonna ask for another light is if Dean finds enough things to talk about to keep him there that long.   “I do not like dances,” the guy says unhappily.   “What?” Dean says. “You crazy or something? Dances are great. All the dames, man? Just a chance to get your hands all over ‘em.”   The man takes another drag from his cigarette, flicks the ash off the end, and says, “I do not dance.”   “Well,” Dean says, “there’s your problem, ain’t it? Didn’t anyone ever teach you?”   “My sister has attempted,” the guy says stiffly.   “Shit, man, your sister?” Dean says. “That ain’t cool.” He makes the decision on an impulse – a Goddamn stupid impulse, one that he knows could get him a punch in the nose, or worse. He chucks his half-finished cigarette and grinds it into the pavement.  

DCBB 2020 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2020 #fic preview #2020 promo #deancas #destiel

[chasing-classics]

Welcome to the Slaughterhouse (2/3) Miguel x Reader x Angel

Warnings: violence, mentions of abuse and non-consensual sex

Pairing(s): Angel Reyes x Reader, Miguel Galindo x Reader

A/N: I don’t plan on this becoming a series, more like a three-part mini story. I received a few messages asking if there would be a second part to ‘Welcome to the Slaughterhouse’ and instantly the idea of where I wanted the story to go and how it would end started formulating in my head. There will be one more installment of this mini-series and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Your past with Miguel is explained in further detail along with how you reunited with Angel. Later, the dinner table becomes the lion’s den as certain truths are brought to light.

PART 1 , PART 3

Can you turn the page into something new The fantasies of burdened beasts But kings and queens won't even dream of peace

You had known fear throughout your entire life. The fear of whether it would be a ‘’good day’’ in the sense that your mother would be passed out on the couch from how much liquor was in her system or if it would be a ‘’bad day’’ and she’d throw the glass at your head while screaming incoherently. Most of the time it was the latter. You had known fear for Angel when was mourning the loss of his mother and Ezekiel was locked up and that fear increased little by little for every beer he drank to cope with his own pain. The fear that he’d end up like your mother, or worse; that you’d lose him to the in an accident due to drinking. When he joined the club, fear lingered at the possibilities of him getting hurt or getting locked up like his brother. Fear was present when you two slowly began drifting away from each other, life taking the both of you down different paths. And fear was most definitely present throughout your entire marriage to Miguel.

When you and Miguel had first started dating, he kept his family business very much hidden from you, only talking about his father and mother and the brother he never had a chance to meet. It wasn’t until after you walked down the aisle and he put that extravagant block of a diamond ring on your finger that he revealed the dark truths about the cartel. It was absolutely a power play, and Miguel craved power. He knew you had no family, no one to really turn to when things would go bad in the marriage. And, like how it was when your mother was alive, most of the days were bad.

You loved Miguel in the beginning. You craved stability and here was this beautiful, charming man ready to provide that and more. You fell for him, going into the relationship with all of these hopes and dreams for the future. Once upon a time he truly loved you too. You were beautiful and pure and so intelligent. You were damaged in similar ways he was given your family history, and he craved you all the more for it. But somewhere along the line that love transformed and manifested into something ugly; possession. He craved control. Control over his money, over the cartel, the MC, and control over you. After the first time he put his hands on you, he had burst into tears and cradled you like you were the most fragile thing in the universe. He swore it he would never do it again, and he seemed so sincere and you loved him so much you believed him. You didn’t want to end up like your parents, you wanted a happy home with a loving husbands and a couple of kids running around. So, you stayed.

The second time it happened you dashed to your room and began packing your bags. You remember your body shaking in absolute anger. You loved Miguel, but you would never tolerate him laying hands on you. ‘It’s over Miguel,’ you seethed, throwing your wedding ring across the bedroom floor. You remembered stumbling onto the tiled floor, clutching your cheek and in pure shock that he had actually punched you. He bent down to your level, scoffing at your words and completely filled with this rage you did not believe possible for a human being to possess. ‘Where are you going to go? You have nowhere, nothing, no one waiting for you outside this house. I own you, querida, and if you want to challenge that notion I’ll put a bullet in your skull to get the point across,’ you vividly recall him telling you as he held your jaw in his iron grip. At that point it was no longer empty threats or hurtful words being thrown at you; that was a promise. That was the first night he forced himself on you and you were never more grateful that Nestor took pity on you and drove you to get a plan b pill and renew your birth control the next morning. When you emerged from the clinic you were filled with the sudden instinct to turn to your left. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was pure coincidence, but as you waited for Nestor to pull the car around you froze when your e/c eyes locked with familiar brown ones.

The sound of Angel saying your name after years of no contact instantly filled you with millions of memories that had been suppressed and buried under the nightmare you lived in with Miguel. Nostalgia fluttered through your entire being like a swarm of butterflies. You could still remember how it felt embracing him on the sidewalk, the smell of cigarettes and his cologne comforting you. Coco and Gilly having the decency to give you both the privacy you clearly needed. Angel took one look at you and knew life had not been kind. Under your pearl necklace, huge wedding ring and designer dress Angel knew you weren’t ok. He knew you were living in constant fear based off the dark circle under your eyes and the fact that you were wearing a coat over your dress despite the blazing Santo Padre sun in the middle of summer. He knew someone was doing horrible things to you, he just didn’t know it was Miguel-fucking-Galindo who now had the Mayans under his control as well.

From that day forward, every chance you got you took it to meet with Angel in secret. At first it had been purely innocent, just two former lovers meeting up and catching up. Life had not been kind to you, but you were relieved that Angel’s had somewhat approved. You learned that EZ was going to be released soon, you were slowly introduced to Gilly and Coco when Angel knew he could trust them. You had learned that he had a fling with Adelita, the woman who was hellbent on bringing Miguel down. The look of jealousy on your face validated what Angel had secretly been hoping for since the moment you two reunited; you still loved him. Neither of you expected to wind up in bed, Angel holding you to his chest as his release flowed out of you. Neither of you expected to fall back into love after fate had brought you back together. Neither of you knew this was going to be the night you’d die.

Everything happened so fast. One minute you were sitting at the dinner table, gaping in and out like a fish out of water at the double realization that not only did your husband know you were seeing Angel, but the two were related by blood. Nestor handed Miguel a manila folder, to which Miguel threw in yours’ and Angel’s direction. You briefly glanced at the spilled documents, noticing the highlighted portions. A 99% match that the Reyes brothers and Miguel were half-siblings. Photos of you and Angel in intimate embraces. You felt Angel freeze next to you and saw out of the corner of your eye that EZ gripping his steak knife. Bishop opened his mouth to speak, and suddenly the rabid wolf awoken in your husband. Miguel leapt over the table, pressing your face against the dinner table, gun pressed against your temple.

Angel snarled and stood instantly, Nestor appearing behind him and holding his gun to the back of Angel’s head. You heard the Mayans shouting profanities and Bishop trying to diffuse the situation.

‘’Let’s just calm the fuck down-,’’ Bish tried, sweat forming on his forehead due to the tension in the room.

‘’Calm down? This disgusting slut, MY WIFE, has been spreading her legs for this lowlife vermin scum,’’ you flinched as the cool barrel of the gun dug into your skin, crying out when Miguel yanked you up by your neck, holding you against his chest as you claws at his hand in a futile attempt to gain some air.

Your eyes fell upon Angel, tears blurring your vision as his jaw was clenched, struggling to control his temper as he glared daggers at your husband. He was shaking in rage and you never thought you’d see Angel so angry.

‘’I wonder, mi amor, have you fucked every man here? Hm? Are you wet at the thought of them running a train on you?’’ Miguel hissed in your ear, the hand that was wrapped around your neck violently cupped your sex through your dress, a sob escaping your lips.

‘’Hey, hey there’s no need for this. We can talk. Just put the gun down,’’ Bishop struggled with his words, trying to maintain some sort of control so that yours’ and Angel’s brains didn’t end up spread along the table. EZ’s breathing was labored, the knife still in his hand as he mentally weighed his options. Coco’s hawkish eyes were looking at Nestor’s gun.

‘’Talk? Oh no, we’re past talking,’’ Miguel laughed humorlessly, cocking the pistol.

The gun pressed against your head was removed as Miguel stretched his arm out to aim at Angel.

‘’I’m going to make you watch me kill him and when I’m done dealing with you, you’ll be begging me for death,’’ Miguel whispered. He then turned his attention to Angel.

‘’Any words, little brother?’’

‘’I love you,’’ Angel declared. You nodded your head as your heart was pounding through your chest. ‘’I love you too.’’

 BOOM!

 You screamed as blood splattered across your face, the thud of the body crashing into the table, taking the silverware and tablecloth along with it. You jumped at the noise it had made. You shakily turned around, standing on wobbly legs as you stared at the body of your husband. Instantly, you knew the lifeless look in his eyes would never be erased from your memory for as long as you lived. You turned your attention behind you, panting from the excruciating fear.

 ‘’Took you long enough,’’ you sighed, running a trembling hand down your face.

 ‘’My apologies, we needed to wait for the right moment,’’ the figure sighed, emerging from one of the columns in your dining room, her footsteps echoing throughout the grand dining room.

Adelita’s eyes surveyed the scene as a couple of members of Los Olvidados entered the room, guns in hand and ready for anything.

 You then both turned to Nestor, who withdrew his gun, eyes not leaving Miguel’s lifeless body as he struggled to process his emotions. He nodded his head, finally turning to you.

‘’We’re even.’’

You nodded your head in agreement.

‘’What the FUCK just happened?!’’ you sighed as EZ’s shouts echoed throughout the otherwise silent mansion.

 And someday he might lose his crown In time these chains that hold me down would set me free

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