Original Character: Dragon Form
Original Character: Dragon Form
My OC's (Mortalitas Mors Noxalus) dragon form, drawn with Krita.
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The Silver X Riddle paint prompt one I did for drabble night. Can't remember what it's called 😅
Ardyn drabble (I love anything Ardyn related)
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AllTober - Day 1: "Run!"
Contains: Small Description of Blood/Blot, Book 7 Spoilers, Levan Crowley theory
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Character(s): Dire Crowley/Levan Draconia, Malenoa Draconia, Malleus Draconia
"You were cursed? Levan, why didn't you say anything beforehand?"
"I thought it'd be safer that way, but of course, now Malleus is here, I cannot keep it from you."
"Levan..."
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The air of Briar Valley fell thick with a sense of trouble. Typical dark forests and jagged stones became monstrous omens for whatever hell was currently waiting to unfold.
In the castle grounds of the Draconia family, tension was growing. Malenoa held her child to her chest, her face drained of any other emotion than fear. Young prince Malleus slept soundlessly in her arms, unaware of the reign of terror occuring in the confines of his own home.
"Malenoa~ where did you goooo~?"
The queen could only pray that her husband's hearing hadn't increased. She remained light on her feet, running through the castle, hiding in nooks and crannies when she saw the hideous trail of blot. Black, inky blot.
She could do it. She could protect Malleus and survive.
"My dear, dear queen... must you hide from me? Where are you?"
Malenoa made a quick dash for her army's quarter of the castle, where she barricaded the door while she recollected herself. Ordering one of the men in the room to protect Malleus with his life, Malenoa snatched her staff.
She walked silently back through the castle, this time searching for her husband - or the monster that he currently was.
"Malenoa, my dear! There you are~ you led me on a merry chase my love!"
Her husband was still in there. She knew it. Destroy the blot monster, and he would be fine...
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Finally waking up from whatever spell Malleus had cast, Crowley looked around at the staff and students still asleep, or at least stirring. The overblot had been stopped at last, but to what cost? Malleus now knew who Crowley truly was, and it worried the crow.
"You left your own family?!" One of the students screamed at him, but Crowley heard it not.
7 overblots. His curse.
Crowley's wings and cloak fused, changing to giant, pitch black wings, several times the size of Crowley. The mask shattered on one side, gleaming yellow eye starting to drip with that inky substance.
"Please..."
Crowley barely recognised his voice.
"Run."
Not even a second later, a blood-curdling cry, somewhere between a crow call and a scream, ripped from the Headmage.
The gold claws were fused to him, growing longer into the equivalent of an eagle's talons. Whatever remained of the beak on his mask lengthened out, curling more down.
He gave them all one last warning.
"RUN!"
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AllTober Day 5 - "I'm Not Going Anywhere"
Contains: Self-Harm, Alcohol, Suicidal Intentions, Kunikidazai
Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs
Characters: Kunikida Doppo, Dazai Osamu
It wasn't uncommon for Dazai to attempt to kill himself - he even went as far as to call it a hobby. There was no meaning to life in Dazai's mind, so why would he live something with no meaning? Dazai witnessed murder, abuse and every other crime you could think, and also committed a large number of them as well. Even so, for some reason, someone cared.
In the Port Mafia, it was Odasaku. Even if Oda saw that there was no life or ambition behind the dead of Dazai's eyes, he still cared about Dazai. If it wasn't for Oda, Dazai would never have left the mafia.
Now, it was his work partner, Kunikida Doppo. But Kunikida was different. Kunikida specifically would find a section of his perfect schedules, and that section would be 'check on Dazai'. He would dress Dazai's wounds, make sure Dazai ate, and see it that Dazai slept. All before Kunikida would focus on himself.
Today was no different. Kunikida was in Dazai's apartment, at the same time everyday. He stood at Dazai's cooker, making the former mafia member something to eat. Unfortunately, Kunikida hadn't gotten there before Dazai had drank a few too many - and Kunikida had yet to find out.
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"Why do you help me?" Dazai blurted out after he'd eaten what Kunikida made. The mathematician was in the midst of redressing Dazai's wounds, some old and some new - most self-inflicted, few accidental.
"Sorry?" Kunikida was confused, no doubt.
"Why do you help me?" Dazai repeated. He tilted his head, laid on the back of the couch, towards Kunikida.
"Why shouldn't I? You're worth the same care as everyone else" Kunikida replied, finishing with wrapping Dazai's arm, moving round to the other.
"Am I? You know what I've done... It's punishment is it not?" Dazai stared at his ceiling as he said this.
"You've proven you can and have changed, Dazai. Yes, you drive me nuts, but when you don't it leaves me concerned. You're not the kid you were, alright?" Kunikida said with a tone that only a teacher could manage, using his ability to get another reel of bandage, realising he'd ran out.
"Heh, and I'm the crazy one... You're insane if you think that makes anything better" Dazai grumbled, watching Kunikida.
"Never said it made what happened better. However, you're helping in an effort to make Yokohama safer".
"Kunikida..."
Kunikida glanced up from behind his glasses, finishing the other arm. He immediately noticed that Dazai had tears rolling steadily down his face.
"... Why of all people do you keep me as your partner...?"
"You're more than a damn partner Dazai, and you know that. You're a part of me as I am a part of you" Kunikida moved to sit beside Dazai, pulling the shorter detective into a hug. Outside of Kunikida's usual actions, yes, but it would happen occasionally and Dazai would relax into it. Dazai fell silent, before wrapping his arms around Kunikida, sending the ex-teacher onto his back, only so Dazai could rest his head on Kunikida's chest. He would do this when he got like this - lay and listen to Kunikida's heart, and fall asleep to it, knowing that he would be safe.
"I'm not going anywhere, Dazai. I'm here to stay".
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Space: Hidden Scar
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!
Warnings: Stabbings, self blame, attack, bodily harm
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison
The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed that was just how he was - a cold, physically flawless man who gave no sympathy. But, this couldn't be further from the truth.
Fëanor sat in his office with camera screens humming away to his left, his fountain pen scratching the page. He was leaning stressfully on his desk, his hand on his head and his elbow on the desk's surface, practically holding his head up. A new inmate had recently been put into solitary confinement, and the inmate was someone that Fëanor had known in the past. "How was the funeral...? Oh right, you couldn't attend, you were in a hospital bed... Kinda deserved considering you let my brother die...". Those had been the inmate's taunting words to Fëanor when they had arrived. The words that echoed through the warden's mind. Fëanor had to hold himself back from lashing out, keeping his cool.
He hadn't let anyone die, and if he could, he'd save all the victims he was unable to save. The inmate's brother was a victim to a case that had taken three teams of profilers and federal police to hunt down the criminal responsible. Fëanor was no stranger to the blame being put on him for 'not finding the criminal quicker', but he'd not expected the inmate to attack him - actually why the inmate was there, the only reason it'd taken so long to arrest him was because Fëanor hadn't been able to confirm who attacked him until the day prior to the inmate's arrival.
The attack was nothing special, except it'd been executed well. Fëanor had been at home when it happened, the attacker somehow breaking in with stealth akin to a vampire's. It'd started with the click of a gun being loaded to fire while Fëanor wasn't looking. The fae had looked at his assailant at that point, the gun firing and missing Fëanor by mere millimetres, the warden not even flinching. Silence had followed for a good few moments, until crashes of bodies falling into tables resonated through the room. The warden had fought back as much as he could, the assailant fighting tooth and nail to tire Fëanor out before slamming the battle of the pistol into the fae's jaw. The pain was dizzying, Fëanor's focus and concentration destroyed. Unable to fight back, Fëanor had no way to stop every sink of a blade into his body - arms, chest, stomach, legs - but all aimed perfectly so Fëanor wouldn't definitely die, but left enough of a chance it could happen. The assailant had leapt out of Fëanor's window by the time his neighbours came to him, having heard the commotion.
He'd been hospitalised for weeks afterwards, stitched up and hooked to wires and painkillers. He still felt the ache of the wounds through the painkillers, but any stronger of a dosage would kill him.
Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.
No one knew about what happened to him, aside from his neighbours, and Fëanor planned to keep it that way. What would people think? The warden of Jejivan's most notorious prison being unable to defend himself? He'd be a laughing stock and a target.
The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed incorrectly about him - yes he was cold, but he was also scarred and ashamed, afraid to admit it aloud.
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Thought I'd do some funky lil headcanons for some of my favourite ships!
TreyJade
Trey learns what Jade's favourite dishes are, and makes himself a personal goal to learn how to make them.
Jade info-dumps about mushrooms to Trey, and Trey will happily sit and listen.
Trey will risk breaking Heartslabyul rules just to go see Jade.
Mountain dates. They have mountain and hiking dates.
Jade teaches Trey about merfolk beyond what NRC teaches - Trey's curiosities would most likely get the better of him
EEL CUDDLES! You know how otters have cuddle piles? Jade does exactly that in his merform if he can, tail and arms wrapped around Trey as securely as possible.
Jade being autistic, Trey learns his sensory triggers etc and does what he can to help
Jade will calmly threaten whoever says bad about Trey, even going as far as letting Floyd have the chance to squeeze
Trey is out of bounds to Azul's deals - Jade threatens him
CidClive
Cidolfus constantly sends Clive letters when he's away from the Hideaway, or away from Clive in general.
Clive holds onto Cid's jacket like a clingy child if he feels scared in a specific area - it's rare but Cid will have a silly smile he fails to hide when Clive does cling to him.
Clive is allowed in Cid's office/room without knocking.
Cid's "parental approval" was Torgal and Jill. Torgal likes Cid anyway, and Jill approved of him verbally - Gav also approved, but not without threatening both Clive and Cid that if one got hurt by the other, they'd be hurt several times worse
Ramuh and Ifrit form a mental connection as to when the other is ready to be unleashed. The two Eikons defend their respective hosts and each other
VarWel
Divus Crewel and Ashton Vargas. (Funnily enough, this is a recent one I've stares shipping)
Divus has the worst road rage, as driver and passenger. Ashton dreads Divus driving though, he also knows not to drive Divus' car under any circumstance
Ashton gets scolded like he's a dog more often than not, and Divus even threatens to ban him from his classroom.
Divus picks outfits out, and refuses to let Ashton do so
They have a dog (Dalmatian) and it's called LeFou
Hajime x Samon
Both were in denial for the longest time!
Act like enemies at work to stop questions
Hajime is like a cat when they're away from work eyes
Momoko is heartbroken when she finds out (Kenshiro is overjoyed but hides it for her sake)
Enki firmly threatened Hajime where no one could hear.
Samon lets Hajime have ice lollies if he wants one, but for every ice lolly, he gets Hajime to not smoke
Mitsuru teasing the living hell out of them both
Any other ships you want to see - Opinions or headcanons for?
Space: Nightmares
Fandom: Original Work
AU?: N/A
Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!
Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls
Tag: @badthingshappenbingo
A Nightmare For Death
Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!
"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"
Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.
The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.
But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.
Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.
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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Mortal...?"
The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.
"Mortal, dear...?"
"... You were dead... He killed you..."
The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.
And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.
Remember to make space for the heteros this month too - yes, really.
Lesbians who became straight men
Gay men who became straight women
All straight drag artists (note that not all of them are cis!)
People with complex identities who thusly encompass multiple orientations (like genderfluid and multigender people who, yes, are sometimes straight, or even simultaneously with other labels)
Hetero aro and ace people. Especially. Seriously.
People with fluid orientations
Gnc people who find joy in their straightness
Many queer people are also straight. Queerness is note solely reliant on gayness. These people too, are a part of pride. Remember that.
[All discourse attempts will be swiftly blocked. Exclusionists fuck off]
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