😳 “young And Vigorous” Mask Of Zorro AU

Good Omens AU! XiChenggg and i forgot to post it here cos i forgot

So instead of Adam being the anti-christ, its Cherub!Lan JingyeET with unspeakable power to cause worldwide chaos I’m sorry it sucks but might as well practice some coloring. Done for dear sweet Skelate at twitter!!! Like good omens, its a super sweet slow burn across the dregs of history and I got waaay too invested with this AU goddammit skel- Anyways, meet LXC, a Cherubim (very different from the lovey-dovey Cherub keep in mind), who guards the Western Gate of Eden. 

He’s one of the  most promising angels of the Lord and is considered to be a jade among the cherubims. The whole business with “Adam and Eve chomping the forbidden fruit” incident happened all because LXC took a bathroom break and that was enough opportunity for WWX, the serpent of Eden to tempt the first humans.

Yada-yada, the humans were banished from Eden by God into the wild and there they met a dark demon wolf. Of course, that was JC, frothing darkness and electricity in all of his mutt glory. And LXC came back from the angel potty and he was like “WHAT THE  FIDDLESTICKS-!!!” He then swooped with his four-winged jade heavenly glory to the rescue. 

With his ice tipped and frostbitten sword, Shuoyue, he charged down JC. *cue dramatic battle action sequence between the forces of dark and light* He managed to slash JC in the chest  hence the scar peeking from his shirt. The humans were able to escape and he gave them Shuoyue for protection. 

Meanwhile, JC was doubling over in pain, there was a very bloody elongated hole on his chest GODDAMIT- The humans left and LXC had the choice to kill JC or maybe heal him. JC then formed back into his mortal form. He had black wings streaked with purple, a symbol of his lineage. JC was under the line of the houses Pride (Lucifer) and Wrath (Satan). He was a powerful demon, with hellish purple lightning from demon Wrath matriarch YZY. He was DYING DAMN IT. His father, JFM, the Pride demon patriarch was never proud of him, how ironic was that. He needed to prove himself that he could surpass his adopted brother, WWX, who successfully caused the first-ever sin of humans and here he was, choking on his own blood he failed to finish off the humans, and it was such a simple task! And he failed to that. 

LXC, who was known for his pure and kind heart, decided to heal JC. “Please don’t make me regret this.” He said as he kneeled over the injured JC. He then was enveloped with heavenly light To JC, LXC was the most beautiful person right now and he thought ‘this is not a bad way to go’ He healed JC who was still writhing from the pain. Then thunder boomed and rain pelted from the distance. He immediately covered JC with his four wings, afraid that God has rained  down holy water.

hen the rest is history hahaha. In modern times, LXC owns a quaint music shop and JC drives around a dark purple Harley Davidson (instead of Crowley’s beloved Bentley, bebop!) And instead of Aziraphale’s bowtie, LXC has obnoxious cloud printed socks. And  instead of Crowley yelling at plants, JC yells at his reflection of 'how worthless he is’ (fvck you JFM) 

JC has those three scars on his arm as a demonic inauguration. And LXC is “mad” cos LJY shouldn’t think that JC is cool and JC basking in the praise with his tsundereness. 

Do you have any triggers?

Jello, Popsicles, Soup Broth. 

Kohaku: [lifts Senku up]

Senku: Seriously though, do I even weigh anything to you?

Kohaku: No, it’s like holding a couple of grapes

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“What are you doing?”

Bruce startles suddenly as a young voice distracts him from the delicious kisses Clark happened to be giving him. “Dickie? Sweetheart what are you doing here?” Bruce questioned softly, pulling away from Clark’s hold and rushing over to his ward. “Are you okay? Did something happen?” Bruce questioned softly.

Dick didn’t seem to be paying attention as Bruce picked him up and cradled him in his arms, instead, he was entirely focused in on Clark standing awkwardly by the table they were just making out on.

“What were you doing?” Dick questioned again, making Clark squirm. The kid’s bright blue eyes were staring into his soul, no trace of the jovial warmth that they usually held.

“Well…” Bruce started, Clark could see his mind moving at a million miles per hour trying to find the best way to explain what happening to the 10 year old. “You know how I told you Clark and I are special friends?”

“Yes… I thought that it just meant best friends.” Dick scowled, finally looking away from Clark and pouting up at Bruce. “I didn’t know that meant kissy friends.”

Bruce made a face and Clark decided now was probably the best time for him to step in and say something. Clark cleared his throat softly and stepped closer to the two. “Um, Dick-“

Clark was cut off by a very sharp glare from the young boy, his lips curled back in a snarl that made the indestructible man pause.

“Chum-“

“Tati, I’m sleepy…” Dick suddenly whined, throwing his arms around Bruce’s neck and burying his face in his shoulder. “Can we go home now? Want you to read me a bedtime story…”

Bruce immediately melted, cooing softly as he patted Dick on the back. “Of course my love, let’s go home right now.” Bruce agreed, throwing Clark an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you later Kal.”

Clark couldn’t help the love sick smile spreading across his face as he watched Bruce walk away, however, Dick could very much help it. Clark’s smile slid off his face once he saw the evil glare the ten year old was throwing at him over Bruce’s shoulder.

He couldn’t help shivering from the chill he felt crawling up his back. “Shit.” Clark muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He had the smallest inkling he just ruined any good grace he had with the young boy due to his romantic relationship with Bruce. How is it that he’s so scared of such a little boy?

saw a fic the other day where Yanli was like "my husband's half-brother is creepy and horrible and I'm never letting him hold my baby" and I was just like ??????? umm ding dong you're wrong ???? like she wouldn't see this bundle of deeply familiar traits and traumas and just go "I'm going to take care of that small tired man whether he likes it or not :) :) :)"

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

Using Kohaku to basically let out the voice of my heart after episode 22 :___)

🌸four seasons manor 🌸 where you collect disciples and rebuild your sect

for those who saved their loves, and those who didn’t.

words by caitlyn siehl, ‘start here’

[images are two stylized paintings with similar compositions. the first is a portrait of wei wuxian as the yiling patriarch, backlit with an eerie red glow, one exhausted eye visible as he plays his ghost flute; in the shadows under him, wei wuxian and lan wangji sit together in an isolated patch of grass, leaning together affectionately. text overlaid reads, “when is a monster not a monster?

the second is a portrait of jin guangyao, his face featureless but for his manic, dimpled smile, backlit in an ominous dark gold; he is flexing his fingers and golden threads trail off them as would a puppeteer’s strings. in the shadows underneath him, lan xichen kneels in profile, entirely alone. text overlaid reads, “oh, when you love it.”]