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oh no, Gale! 😥 You shouldn't have drunk everything this cunning man gives you! 😓 I can only imagine what he's planning to do with you in such a state...

I can only hope this evil man will be gentle with you, Gale... 😔🤞

Art by : https://weibo.com/5578144369/NpnWQ1OXv

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on the topic of villains redeemed or whatever... i also dislike that whenever a villain joins the good side they suddenly become weak as fuck. KEEP THEM VICIOUS. KEEP THEM SCARY. ALLOW THEM TO BE TERRIFYING AT TIMES SO THE HEROES CAN JUST EXCHANGE LOOKS OF "holy fucking shit i am so glad theyre on our side now"

Axe him a question...

High stakes for the vampire bingo? I need some stabby time and a distraught Beck <3 ☺️🥺😊

i haaaaaad to make it an au. bc ive had this idea in my head for a while and i just. had to.

masterlist bingo card

vampire hunter helle

tw vampire whumper, kidnapping, humiliation, dehumanisation, noncon touching and biting, very suggestive stuff, mind control

Beck didn't expect to find them awake. They weren't supposed to be awake in the middle of the day, and they definitely weren't supposed to be flipping through his Bible all nonchalant while keeping his wrists pinned above his head with their other hand. Why wasn't the thing at least burning them a little? Just a little distraction would've been nice.

At least he wasn't enthralled yet. Something was working, either the book, or the cross around his neck; whatever it was, he was grateful.

"Let me go," he hissed, fed up with the way the vampire was basically ignoring him in favour of some psalms. "You took my brother! You took the only family I had left, at least– at least kill me, then!"

They slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the floor, finally focusing all their attention on him — which wasn't such a great thing, in hindsight. But if he was to go out the same way as his brother, well, he wanted to get it over with while he still had some fight left in him.

"I remember your brother," they purred. "Some of the best blood I've had in years, really. God must love me a lot, after all, if He found time to send me a replacement."

"I hope you choke on it." He tried to kick them, but he stood no chance against vampire reflexes. He ended up right back where he started, but now with the wind knocked out of him after the vampire had slammed him against the wall for a second time.

"I like a polite meal," they said calmly, visibly enjoying the way he wheezed and struggled to draw a proper breath. "So..." They glanced down at his belt, chock-full of anything that might hurt a vampire, and picked out the stake. They slid it out of the holster easily, holding it up and giving Beck a faux-compassionate look as they tossed it next to the Bible. "Revenge, huh?"

"Just die, why can't leeches like you just die and stay dead?" he snapped, and the vampire chuckled.

"Ah, yes, leeches... Leeches like me... Despicable. Awful." They threw a knife onto the pile, then another. Once the belt was empty, they moved on to patting him down, searching for anything hidden while taking extra care to touch every inch of his body.

"Stop– stop touching me!"

They gave him a smug grin when they found yet another silver knife, tucked safely into the lining of his coat. "Why should I?" They put the blade flat-side against his cheek, gently dragging it all the way back down to the side of his neck. "I can do whatever I want with you."

Beck glared at them, only flinching a little when the edge of the knife finally nicked him. He could soon feel the warm trickle of blood down his throat, unable to reach the edge of his shirt before the vampire leaned in and licked it off, making him gasp. They caught him by surprise, that was all. He expected them to bite, not lick.

"If you promise to be a good boy for me," they murmured against his skin, "we can forego magic entirely."

"As if," he spat without thinking.

"Oh? Come now, do not be stubborn." They pulled back to make another small cut, using the knife to turn his head to the side afterwards so they could kiss a trail down from his cheek to the wound, lapping up the spilled blood. Beck shuddered without meaning to, and he was pretty sure that the vampire was way past the point of using magic on him. "I am offering you a generous deal."

"What's the point if you're just gonna lie?" he forced out.

"I would never– wait, could it be?" They nuzzled against him, pressing a soft kiss behind his ear and making his breath hitch. "Surely not. A well-trained, seasoned hunter like you would never lust after a vampire and mistake it for charm, would he?"

No. No, absolutely not. Vampires were liars, manipulators, wretched, murderous, disgusting–

"Say, hunter... Have you ever been high on venom?"

"Don't," he blurted out, breathing quickening. "Don't you fucking dare."

"Do I even need it?" They threw the knife on the bed before grabbing him by the face, and Beck felt his knees buckle in a way that could not possibly have been natural. "No, probably not. The ones like you... well, I suppose there are many benefits to being a vampire hunter."

Beck swallowed and tried to get away again, but he was well and fully trapped. The vampire even let him struggle a little, only to pin him down once again, like a butterfly against the board. "Stop– just, just drain me and get it over with! Don't– d-don't do this–"

"I can let you go with your mind and your body mostly intact," they said again, and Beck just didn't care for the mindgames, and he felt too hazy and scared to make any sort of deal. "But only if you cooperate. This is the last time I am telling you."

"You're lying," he all but whined, and the vampire sighed.

"I suppose you leave me no choice. Let me show you what I could do, if I so chose."

The change was instantaneous. His mind was stolen quicker than his Bible had been, and if he had any thoughts left in his head, he might've realised that this could've been his fate from the moment he'd set foot in the mansion. He was nothing but prey, toyed with by a predator that knew exactly how to get him during the whole ordeal, and simply decided not to.

It went as quick as it had come, and Beck soon found himself back in his body, panting like he'd just had another nightmare. The vampire was patiently waiting for him to catch his breath, seemingly satisfied with the amount of terror even this small sample had caused.

"So?" they asked, gently brushing his hair away from his face. "Do you really want to pass up the opportunity and let me enthrall you in earnest?"

"No," he said without hesitation. "No, no, please, n-not that–"

"Do you think I was lying?"

"No! No, m-maybe, I don't know, I'm sure you can do it more subtly! I don't care, I don't care, just, just not again, not that again–"

"Yes, subtly..." They cupped his cheek and leaned in, kissing down the other side of his neck this time, mercifully leaving the cuts alone. "Or maybe you should not have pursued a career like this, given how sensitive your neck is, dear."

Beck sucked in a breath, trying to just tune it out. "Everyone's is. It's– it's my fucking neck."

"Mhm. Do we have a deal, then?"

As much as he'd thought he had nothing to lose... maybe there were some worse fates than death, ones that were alright to want to avoid, even if it meant debasing himself a little. "Y-yeah."

The vampire nipped his neck, and he could feel all the blood rushing into his face. Were they doing it just for this? "I want to hear it. 'Yes, Master'. Come on, enthusiastically."

"If you wanted an enthusiastic thrall, then–"

"Then what?"

Beck took a deep breath, trying to calm down. This was taking him nowhere. He just had to play along for a little bit. "Nothing," he mumbled.

The vampire pulled away to look him in the eye, and he thought he might faint from the embarrassment alone. Fear had been long forgotten in favour of whatever this was, given how little interest the vampire had shown in actually killing him.

"So?" they prompted. "Do we have a deal?"

"Y-yes, Master."

They grinned, and Beck instantly knew they were about to push it further. "Say the whole thing for me."

"I promise– I promise I'll be good for you, Master."

"Good boy," they cooed, and he could barely stop a whimper from slipping out. This wasn't normal, it wasn't, this wasn't just him, it couldn't be just him– "Just to be clear," the vampire added as they leaned in, "I am not using any venom."

Beck gasped when he felt the fangs finally sinking into his neck, still holding onto the idea that it was a lie, that the vampire was simply lying to mess with his head. That was all that remained of his thoughts, really, the miserable conviction he could only halfway make himself believe as he arched against their body and breathed out in a pathetic whine.

Magic, magic, magic, it had to be magic–

It wasn't magic when the vampire all but moaned against his skin like he was fine wine, too good not to be enjoyed audibly.

It wasn't magic when they started grinding against him, and he started questioning what exactly it meant to be good, and why it wasn't scaring him as much as it should've.

He was entirely breathless by the time the vampire pulled away, licking their lips clean of any red that remained. "You taste good," they murmured, and Beck looked away from them, only to have his face be grabbed again and turned back until he met their eyes. "Say 'thank you', darling. You promised to be good, remember?"

"Thank you," he choked out, softly adding 'Master' when it became clear he wasn't going to get away with leaving it off.

"There you go." They let go and used him turning away as an opportunity to press a little kiss to his cheek. "Now apologise for calling me a leech."

"I'm sorry, Master," he said without much encouragement, falling into the rhythm all too easily.

"'It will never happen again.'"

"It'll never happen again, Master."

"Good." They let go of his wrists and stepped back, and Beck fell to his knees from exhaustion and blood loss, not even caring anymore. What did it matter? The vampire could make him do whatever they wanted anyway. "I have an actual reward for you, hunter."

"No more," he muttered. "Please."

"Oh? Never mind, then. I can tell my darling Joel to go back to his room."

Beck's eyes snapped open at the mention of his brother's name, and he crawled a little closer, grabbing onto the vampire's pants. "You– you have Joey? Joey's alive? Don't– don't mess with me, please, not about Joey." The tears came out of nowhere, and it only got worse when they smiled and gently petted his hair. "Please–"

"Shh, just stay like this. Nice and docile, hm? Just let me enjoy it for a moment."

Beck would've let them do anything if it meant he'd get his brother back. He clung to those pants like a lifeline, trying to bite his tongue and be as still as possible, hoping it hadn't been a joke or a cruel trick.

After a few seconds, the vampire whistled like one would for a dog to come, and Beck wanted to stake them once more just for mocking his brother like that. But all of that went out the window when Joey actually entered the room, safe and sound apart from the bite wounds that marred his neck.

Beck pushed himself to his feet, swaying from blood loss and almost fainting before he even got to Joey, but it didn't matter, because he could finally hug him and tell him how much he'd missed him. "I can't believe you're alive," he sobbed.

"What are you... why are you... Beck, what's going on?" Joey held him just as tight, choking a little on unshed tears himself. "Why are you here?"

"Doesn't matter! Doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore, this is better than anything I could've come here for!"

"Not to interrupt," the vampire cut in, and both of them were quick to break apart and try to shield the other from harm. "But you two should go home. It is still the middle of the day, and I would like to get some more sleep."

"Go home...?" Joey asked, eyes wide. "Master, what do you–"

"Don't question it!" Beck grabbed him by the hand and tried to pull him away, frowning a little when Joey didn't follow. "Joey?"

"I can't leave Master," he said like it was obvious, and the vampire tutted.

"No, no, run along. Do not get disobedient on me at the last moment, dear."

"You heard them!" Beck said urgently, tugging on his brother's hand again. "Come on!"

It was a struggle to get Joey to move. Beck had a very strong suspicion that if the vampire hadn't told him to, they would've both been standing in the doorway to their bedroom still.

He told himself it didn't hurt when he looked at his brother's dejected face. He told himself he understood, and that they could celebrate later, when Joey'd had some time to snap out of it.

He wiped the remaining blood off his own neck, hoping, praying this was the end of it.

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" You stole my heart, and I want it back "

God I miss these two so much so I drew em! Also this will be used for my new youtube video as thumbnail hehe

Another Gale study!

Another Gale sketch 💜

A few additional and random sketches of Gale. I couldn't do more this week due to that whole art theft situation (I can't thank you enough for your help with this nightmare ❤️).

(sorry for the bad quality, most of them were pencil sketches I quickly lined and colored on csp)

Work in progress of these two 💕💕

Raphael study

I wanna romance Raphael send help

I just started playing a few days ago! I can already tell it’s going be so hard to find drawing time 😅 Here’s my Tav, Gale, and Wyll

If you got enough money to live happily and comfortably for the rest of your life, but everyone who saw you immediately knew what fandom you are in and understood what that means, would you take it?

famous last words

Awww this is so cute! 💕 Charlie’s kind of an idiot but we love him, lol. You write them all so well it feels like a missing scene from the game!

Stick Figure

Hope-tober day 6

Mark nudged Kate and raised his eyebrows at her. She answered with a shrug indicating she knew as much as he did concerning this meeting. Jamie and Erin soon entered the room and took their seats looking equally confused. So this was a case of Charlie calling a meeting but explaining to none of them what it was about. Mark did not like where this was going.

“All right, everyone,” Charlie began, “unfortunately the location for our next shoot won't be available until this weekend.”

“Are you kidding me?” Jamie burst out.

“Charlie, I thought you said you had it all arranged,” Kate added with a tired sigh.

“It is arranged,” Charlie insisted. “The time-table's just been shifted a bit. I thought in the meantime we could work through the shots we want.”

“And how exactly are we going to do that?” Mark wondered. Charlie flashed a smile and brought out a piece of paper. It looked like amateur blueprints; a closer look showed that it was to their location. Before Mark could ask any more questions, Charlie also brought out some paper cut-outs glued to Popsicle sticks.

“Uhh.” Erin stared at them, her eyes darting to the other crew-members. Clearly hoping someone else would ask. Kate was bound to, but Mark decided to speak first and save some arguments.

“What's with the stick figures?”

“This is Kate,” Charlie explained, waving one of the figures back and forth.

“I have no idea how to take that, Charles,” Kate said dryly. Charlie ignored the use of his proper name, as he often did whenever Kate spoke it, but his lips did press together a bit tighter.

“As I was saying, this is Kate,” he resumed. “We'll want a shot of her entering the building.” He walked the stick figure forward. Mark glanced over and saw that Jamie was fighting hard not to laugh. He made the mistake of catching her eye and had to bite back his own laugh. “I was thinking Mark could be here to get a good angle.” Charlie used another stick figure to indicate Mark's position.

“Why is my stick figure smaller than Kate's?”

“Obviously because Charlie had to accommodate for Kate's big head,” Jamie answered.

“Could we focus, please?” Charlie scolded. “The more we have this planned out ahead of time, the quicker we can get all of our shots in when we arrive.”

“Sorry, Charlie.” Jamie gave him an innocent smile. “It's just hard to take this seriously when it feels like we're watching a puppet show for grade schoolers.”

“I think it's kind of cute,” Erin piped in. She shot a nervous glance to Charlie. “Well, I mean, not cute exactly,” she quickly corrected. “I mean more like, it's a fun idea. I don't know a lot of directors who block this way.”

“Thank you.” Charlie pointed one of the stick figures at her. “That's the sort of attitude I love to hear. Shall we continue on, then?”

He walked them through all the shots he wanted. They paid attention for the most part, but it was still hard not to look at each other and keep from laughing at how silly it was. Never a dull moment at Lonnit Entertainment.

“I’ve got you” - for Whumptober

(I love a protective Slade 🧡)

Raise your hand if you love these cuties. //raise hand

Aaaa I’m so glad you opened a shop! I can’t wait to get a tiny Charlie and Du’Met in the mail ❤️❤️

Erin and Jamie are so cute too, I wish I could get the whole crew!

SHOP ANNOUNCEMENT!

Having finally (somewhat) defeated the anxiety of making sure everything is set, I'm happy to say that I've officially opened an Etsy shop!

Etsy here ---> TIME TO SHOP

Currently there's charms of The Devil in Me and The Quarry's Prologue trio.

This is my first time with an online shop and I wanted to ease in with limited listings, so I apologise if it looks amateurish / descriptions are simple. I hope to improve as I learn how to handle it - do hope to make so much more merch too. I know folks have been waiting long, thank you kindly for your patience! ;_;

Here’s a Du’Met for spooky season 🍁

Well guys, it started as a joke but it’s getting to the point where I had to point out my observations. So here’s what I believe to be the first ever Du’Mark post (I’m so sorry)

A bit of backstory: This entire concept started when my best friend and I were talking about Du’lie, and we noticed that Mark seems to be the only character never shipped with Du’met in any way. Du’Mark became an inside joke between us as we played and we gradually started to realise that it’s actually got some potential. We usually don’t invest in these types of ships but the observations were clear to see. Let me run through our points.

The main points:

-The entire Ultimatum situation. Du’met specifically selected Mark as the one he was going to use in the end. Much like I’ve seen fanfictions about Charlie actually being complicit in Du’met’s murders, we couldn’t help but pick up on the fact that Mark canonically can aid Du’met in a similar way, if mostly against his will.

-The fact that Mark is the only one who sees Du’met’s face. The entire boat fight could be used in these types of observations tbh. The way it’s set so that the fight will always mostly be Mark vs Du’met, the way Du’met seems fixated on him for most of the fight and the way he stands over him can all be read that certain way. 

And a few smaller ones that can be shippy if you read it that way:

-The cage that Mark was supposed to end up in had chains… there’s potential there.

-Du’met will take and wear Mark’s clothing when tricking Kate. 

-Ties him up to a pole. Fun.

-In the grinder scene, he keeps a picture of Mark and Kate. I’m sure something can be said about that.

-They have that whole fight in the lighthouse where Mark can be choked by Du’met.

-When Du’met is chloroforming Mark, the stances in those scenes can be read in a certain way… 

-And I’m sure there’s others I’ve forgotten, just give me time

Look, all I’m saying is these are things to consider. I don’t ship it myself but all I’m saying is… if I’ve seen him shipped with literally everyone else, I’ve gotta say there’s stuff there for Mark too. Felt a bit out of character writing this but it is what it is. I believe this makes me and my bestie the only???? People to pick up on these things? As Mark’s no.1 fan😍 I make observations about him and sometimes they involve Du’met. Anyway safe to say I can’t act superior to the Du’lie stans anymore. My bad y’all. We’re all a bit odd in this fandom but that’s the beauty of it. I take back everything I said, I think.

Here’s “collar” for day 1 of Kinktober~ 🌹

Watch Where You Vault

Forged in the fog art I made when the PTB dropped

Hey guys so I have like, a handful of chapters started and nothing wants to cooperate with me right now and let me actually get in a groove with it. So, I am outsourcing to all of you to kick me into gear.

For a LIKE, you can make me write three sentences on something that is in progress.

For a REBLOG (to spread this around), you can make me write six sentences on something that is in progress.

If you leave a REPLY and tell me which of the below you want your sentences to happen on, I will add one sentence to each action. (Making a Like = 4, Reblog = 7, Both = 11.)

If you don't leave a reply, it is dealer's choice and I will put your sentences towards whatever I like.

Available choices are:

A Bark Worse than His Bite - Chapter 6

Worth Counting - Piece #6

Worth Counting - Piece #7

Shooting (More or Less) Straight - Chapter 3

Familiar Shades - Chapter 3

Gotham's Finest - Chapter 3

Feel it in My Bones - Chapter 2

Non-Compliant - Chapter 4

Made to Order - Chapter 4

(If you need a refresher on what any of those are, my Ao3 is here.)

I will keep a running total of people and sentences and update you guys as I make progress. This lasts until I feel like I'm done, at which point I will disable reblogs/replies.

I'm ready.

I've officially gone insane – happy 50th to Charlie !!