Have you ever thought about creating a mythological AU for Sebaciel? Like, Sebastian a god of death and destruction, brought to his knees by a mere mortal with eyes as blue as the sea?
I like this. However, such creatures are not lured by mere mortals. They have to have something special about them. Something wondrous. Something… sinister.
Sebastian, god of death and destruction, walks the land, searching for something to satisfy his growing boredom, perhaps something worthy of his bite. He hears a commotion, follows the sounds to a young boy tied to a stake, surrounded by a throng of people. There is fire below the boy and wooden staffs topped with thorny vines held by screaming men that causes red to run down his plump cheeks, although his mouth remains shut and his head down. Sebastian has seen this kind of act among humans time and time again so this should be no different. However, it’s not the people yelling and cursing that stops him from turning around and walking away. It is the boy. The bloodied boy in tattered rags, tied high to a pole, being condemned before an entire town. Sebastian has no need to squint, what with the being that he is, to see the small face from the back of the crowd yet he thinks for a moment he is mistaken. He widens his gaze and there is no doubt about it.
The boy is smiling.
Sebastian raises a hand and for a moment, time stands still. He struts past the throng of people frozen in anger, stopping before the child who shakes a bit but remains in the same position. A few moments go by before he finally lifts his head.
And Sebastian is in awe. Staring back at him are the bluest of eyes, sapphire crystals gleaming back at him. But it isn’t the color that captures him. It is the look of contentment. The look of calm confidence.
His eyes. They scream bloody murder.
“My my,” Sebastian’s voice fills the air, ringing with a depth that had the child widening his gaze a bit.
“What is your name?”
Blue eyes dart to the mob still frozen in time before returning to the mysterious figure before him.
“Ciel. I am Ciel Phantomhive.”
“Ciel…” Sebastian allows the name to curl around his tongue, testing its flavor before the last of it escapes.
“So be it then. These people have condemned you and wish for your death–”
“Why do you smile, child?”
Ciel blinks a moment, licking a bit of the blood from the corner of his mouth before staring Sebastian right in the eyes.
“I find it amusing.”
It is Sebastian’s turn to smirk. This is proving to be worth the stop.
“Oh? And why is that?”
“Because…” the fire below Ciel, the flames that Sebastian was sure he had stopped in time, were now rising again, curling around the boy’s feet and reflecting murder within those delicate blue eyes. “I am going to kill them all.”
Sebastian watches the reflection of the golden flares within Ciel’s gaze as they lick around his irises, bringing out the beautiful chaos within him. This is no ordinary mortal. He lets out a low chuckle, reaching out to brush back a bit of bloodied hair from the doll-like face. “Who are you?”
“I told you. I am–”
Sebastian moves a thumb to cover Ciel’s mouth, shutting him up instantly. The child is clearly not normal and, what’s more, he knows little to nothing of his true wicked potential. Sebastian continues to brush his blood slicked lips, feeling the tender things glide beneath his thumb, the heat of them exciting something within him that had been dormant for centuries. He wants him. He craves him. He wants to take this boy and cultivate this “curse” within him. But mostly, he wants to taint him and make him his own. How lucky he is to have found such a young creature among the mortals of this land before another god could have sent an angel down with boring messages of serenity and religious gospel. Sebastian has finally found the end to his perpetual boredom and the beginning of something that could prove to be wicked fun, all wrapped up within a precious human born imp.
Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.
Warnings: Mentions of violent murders
“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.
“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.
“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.
“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.
“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”
“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”
“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.
“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.
“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.
“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.
“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”
“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.
“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.
“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.
“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.
“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.
“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.
Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.
“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.
“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.
“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.
“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.
“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”
“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.
“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.
“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.
The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.
“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.
“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.
“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.
“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.
“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.
**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**
I love Viktuuri “aesthetics”. I almost love them more than drawn fan art. Aesthetics are lovely and colorful and life-like that I just can’t get enough of them!
My problem with many aesthetic posts though is that it seems that more often than not, Korean (and sometimes Chinese) actors and models are used for Yuuri Katsuki. Now before anyone goes, “Omg you’re one of those nationality snobs” (idk, is that even a thing, lol) hear me out! I have nothing against Korean people; I love them and I think they are very good-looking. It’s only that (and this is probably an Asian thing) I can recognize a Korean from a Japanese person fairly easily. To me, they do not look alike. I actually don’t know any of the guys used for the aesthetic posts or mood boards I have seen, but I definitely know a Korean guy when I see one. I therefore cannot count the number of times I’ve scrolled through such posts and went, “Dang it, I love the feel of this and I even love the look of the guy who is supposedly Yuuri, but why oh why does he not look Japanese!?”
I know, I have issues. But! If you’re like me, or in case you just feel like you need them (*wink wink*), here are a few Japanese celebrities for all your live-action Yuuri Katsuki needs. ♥
Kento Yamazaki (22)
This kid tops most Yuuri Katsuki fan cast lists that I have seen, and with good reason. I mean look at this guy! He’s perfect for the part. Yamazaki can do both cute Katsudon and sexy Eros. Granted, he seems to do the former more often than the latter – but then isn’t that also perfect? Even his ratio of soft:sexy is on-point Yuuri.
Also granted, his sexy is actually kind of confusing because he’s still cute when he does sexy? But, again, this is probably also on-point Yuuri. ♥
Masaki Okada (27)
Here’s another guy with a precious face. What I find most striking about Okada as Yuuri is the hair – doesn’t he look like he would make a great growing-his-hair-in-St. Petersburg!Yuuri? ♥
I also think he is fairly versatile, since his face could pass for someone younger. He could be current or older Yuuri, whichever of him you might need.
Ryunosuke Kamiki (23)
What I love about the feel of the photos that come up for Kamiki is he seems fit for your typical AU!Yuuri. I have no idea why this fandom is so into AU, but you know the drill – handsome, quiet/timid mysterious guy Viktor meets in the park, library, book shop, pharmacy, etc. and Viktor just falls in love at first sight.
Funny thing about this guy, though: he seems to do well in intelligent psychotic roles? People might recognize him for his role as Soujiro Seta in the live-action Rurouni Kenshin, but he also played Takeru Amaya in Kamisama no Iu Toori. Random bit of info, but I thought the Killing Stalking crowd might like it (a.k.a., the crazier side of the YOI fandom, lmao).
Takeru Satoh (28)
There are a lot of great things about Satoh, who is probably most recognized for his role as Kenshin Himura in Rurouni Kenshin. Satoh is my peg for older Yuuri, or Yuuri down the road, five-or-so years in in the relationship but still has Viktor head-over-heels and wrapped around his little finger. And why wouldn’t Viktor be, if Yuuri grows up to being this? There is a very mature, very homey feel to Satoh’s photos that it is easy to picture him at home, in a winter sun-lit room, playing with your dog.
Another thing I love about Satoh is I sort of think he slightly looks like Daisuke Takahashi? As in Takahashi, inspiration for Yuuri Katsuki’s skating style Takahashi. I have always thought Takahashi has an outgoing, almost flirty kind of face, which is not very Yuuri, but Satoh seems to have that Takahashi vibe, but sort of… more quiet? Like he is more reserved, and so kind of closer to Yuuri. I have no idea if this is making sense, but I just love him more for this little thing.
Last but definitely not the least for Satoh: “Takeru Satoh glasses” is Google’s gift to mankind. The guy looks great in glasses, ’m just saying.
I was unsure whether to include this guy in the list because it is rather hit-or-miss with him, but I decided that the few hits make him list-worthy. I would definitely use him more for Eros!Yuuri or drunk Yuuri. I mean guh, he has that messy tie look down, doesn’t he?
Fair warning though that his pictures can get pretty wild. I think I even saw a naked pic somewhere while sifting through his photos jfc
I wrote this after The Winter Soldier came out, so it no longer follows canon (sort of), also I saw this prompt somewhere else but I can’t remember where ):
She lowered the small gun as she noticed who was the stranger that was sitting on her sofa, flipping through some useless channels
“You know” She said sighing “Just because you know where my extra key is doesn’t mean you can walk into my apartment whenever you want to, and by the way you own me new eggs” She completed picking up the grocery bag from the spot where she dropped it.
“You said I could come to you whenever I needed to” Bucky said getting up from the sofa - he wasn’t wearing his usual black clothing; instead he was using a long sleeve blue shirt that made his eyes stand out “I need a favor”
If the former Winter Soldier was uncomfortable about his request he definitely wasn’t showing it - so when he took the straight razor from his back pocket it took her by surprise, which wasn’t something easy to do
Trying to remake the picture on the right, but large and different and I don’t know where it is going but i like what the colours are doing. At least in the physical piece, not totally in the photo here.
Don’t listen to your elders when you tell them you wanna go into writing. No seriously, don’t listen to them when they ask you for your “back up” plan or if you’re “sure” you wanna go into writing.
Because if it weren’t for people who wanted to go into the arts, there would be no paintings to look at, no movies to watch, no animations to watch, no books to read, nothing. And that would be a boring life.
So keep writing. And fuck whatever anyone else tells you.
So I had an idea that I wasn’t sure if I saw somewhere else or not. And thus, the D&D Pride Ampersands were born.
The white one is transparent, so if you would like to customize/personalize, simply open it with an image editor of your choosing, add a layer under it, and add whatever you want in that layer!
You can use all of these as icons if you want, I simply ask that you give me credit, and if you want to give a shout out remember to @ me :) Square shape works best, with the way it’s structured it’ll just look wonky with a circle.