#;The Significant Bother:

[mpxmaxim]

continuation from this post with the unfortunate soul of @mpxinvidia

This is just a treat. The metaphorical cherry on top. 

The wicked grin on his lips matches the devious glint in his eyes, and Maxim takes a moment to relish in the momentary power the universe blessed him with. He crosses his arms, sucking in a breath through his teeth to at least feign deliberation over Invidia’s attempted bargain, before he ultimately refuses it with a shake of his head.

“Hm…” amusement sparks in his voice, and he makes sure his rival hears it, “unfortunately I don’t think that’s good enough.” Years of mischief have made Maxim quite a decent actor, so when he momentarily drops the smile and shrugs, the disappointment on his face is almost believable. 

“Malea is expecting an edible arrangement today.” he takes his sweet ol’ time inching closer to the bed, never breaking eye contact with the sinner. Blackmail is one of his favorite tools to get what he wants, and it would be a shame to let it end so soon.

“In fact, she actually sent me to check if it’s been delivered. Which puts me in a tight spot since I just found out…” the smile widens when he steps onto the bed, close enough to unhook Invidia from the ceiling, if he wanted to. But he doesn’t. Not yet. “…that you ate it.” He raises an eyebrow to accentuate the question that follows.

“Didn’t you?” Invidia didn’t. In Maxim's defense, he didn’t know that the arrangement was supposed to be for Malea when he ate a good portion of it. And by the time he found out, the edible part of the arrangement was nearly gone. But his boss doesn’t have to know any of that. In fact, all she needs to know is that his rival ate it. For all intents and purposes, Invidia could even say that it was a misunderstanding. After all, an escort mistaking an edible arrangement as a gift is far more forgivable than a security guard underestimating how noticeable a few missing fruit are.

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [13]

Impulse is a little back in time, simply to retrieve a thing from the most haunted city in america.

the instructions were clear, in. grab thing. out. no funny business, no anything else.

why the fuck did it had to be impulse then?! that’s never gonna- ah, whatever…

So Bart does not just do only that. He remembers to keep moving fast so he’s not seen, but well, he spotted these two white suited goofballs who looked upset with their little box contraption and somehow were missing the little unplugged wire and Bart figured, what could the harm be?

so he might have plugged the little wire in while he was there, sue him, the guys looked surprised but pleased that their little thingy was suddenly working. good job Impulse right?

he didn’t forget about it but he might have shoved it in the back trunk of his head while he went on to do his actual job which is essentially forgetting for a guy with eidetic memory.

So yeah, imagine his surprise when he gets back to where he came from and finds himself on a doomed, desolate earth with green skies and nothing but scorched rock and ruins for miles.

What he’s seeing is an earth in the aftermath of a war against the infinite realms.

So now he has to go back to the past and fix his reckless mistake. Would it be wise to maybe see if he can find a single living soul with some info on what happened to make this ordeal a little easier? maybe, but that might involve him having to explain himself which will most likely be followed by a subsequent well deserved lecture and Bart is hoping to fix this without all that because he clearly fucked up. like, it’s very obvious. and he’s feeling very bad about it, honest.

back in the past again though, he nearly collapses, he’s seriously overdoing it at this point, afterall he was supposed to be able to recuperate once he got back. 

But he has to push through, he can’t slow down, he has to find those two guys and nab their little machine that’s apparently a doomsday device or something, he doesn’t know when they will use it, or where, so slowing down now is absolutely out of the question.

“woah hey there man, are you alright?”

he’s startled into complete stillness, and then he’s just thinking about how this guy looks like a fusion between Robin and Superboy, he can picture it perfectly in his head, fully animated dragon ball fusion style.

it’s SuperRobin, real name Ton, or maybe Kim.

getting distracted, he was asked a question, better answer.

“yeahI’mfine” he wheezes, very believable stuff.

“no you’re not, do you need a hand? sick Impulse cosplay by the way”

So, yeah, Danny pesters Bart into at least eating and drinking something, he says that if the two guys, who are now identified to Bart as the guys in white also known as the GIW or the Ghost Investigation Ward… and Bart going “oh I know a ghost! she’s really great” and Danny being pleasantly surprised.

but anyway if those guys do anything he will know, cause apparently they are very loud and quite destructive. and that’s honestly no comfort to Bart cause he knows what the future is gonna look like, but also he’s about to pass out and that would be super uncool and also make him totally useless anyway so… eating and drinking first it is.

Danny is a local, which is useful cause Bart only knew the route he needed to take for his previous mission and not really anything else regarding this place. And he tells Bart that he’s screwed with the GIW before so he knows how they operate. it fucking sucks that Bart accidentally aided apparent government bad guys… the others can never find out…

Overall, working with Danny is pretty great. For a civilian the guy is very resourceful. he’s witty, smart, funny, a lot stronger than he looks, honestly maybe the SuperRobin fusion thing he thought about before has some merit… are there any hidden clone labs around? billionaires with zero morals? yes? no? maybe?

Bart simply told Danny that he needs the machine from the white suit guys for future superhero reasons. and he’s fully intending on just handing it over to Robin, hopefully while not having to explain why he has it in the first place, and see if he can figure out how it’s gonna cause the world to end so they can make sure that can never happen.

Danny says that the machine is probably just an anti ghost weapon of some kind. Bart is skeptical, because first of all, why would anyone need anti ghost weapons when magic is already a thing and works on them just fine. Like all the superhero exorcists that Bart knows use some form of magic, well he guess anti ghost weapons would be useful for the bats, but that begs the question why is the government going around trying to shoot ghosts? and why hasn’t Bart heard of this before, cause this sounds like something Robin would enjoy telling him about.

But Bart, with significant help from Danny, manages to… confiscate (steal) the machine from the white suits.

he promises Danny he’ll visit, cause they are friends now, it’s official. And he would love to introduce him to the others as well.

Once back Bart still gets lectured of course, and Tim does reveal that yeah, the box really is just some sort of ghost trapping device, and he’s keeping it.

Bart doesn’t really care, the only thing he cares about is that everything is back to normal and he even got a new friend out of the whole ordeal.

It's then that Robin brings up a new member for Young Justice who will soon be joining them, and Bart is completely confused.

Everyone else is confused at Bart’s confusion, this was already known a week ago? and Bart figures that something did change somewhere somehow anyway, that’s fine.

Kon reminds Bart of the new guy’s callsign, apparently it’s Phantom.

Bart tries to imagine what they would look like, but at the moment he can only picture Danny in a SuperRobin outfit.oh well, hopefully this just means that Bart manages to get two friends out of this whole mess.

[hinamie]

fire nation festival wear aka a blatant excuse for me to push atla clothing design conventions to the absolute Limit

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[obibail]

"Still not helpful."

[mpxmaxim]

By the time he finally finishes writing his name for the first time, he can taste a faint hint of iron in his mouth. In his concentrated state, he didn't notice how he's been chewing on the inside of his lip. The spot feels raw and bloody under his tongue, reminding him of an involuntary flashback to his childhood, when he used to do it more often. Nowadays, he has replaced that habit with a different, less impractical one. Though it seems like old actions call for old rituals and re-learning how to write is definitely somewhat of a blast from the past. 

When he hears Invidia speak up again, one of his shoulders lift with a half-hearted scoff as his gaze jumps from his second attempt to the first one to compare. Maxim briefly looks up at the sinner, but doesn’t speak just yet, his focus quickly drawn back to the way his name is crookedly written on the piece of paper at the sound of the insult. He wouldn’t voice it, but he knows his co-worker is right. While good everyday handwriting and his ability to draw weren’t inherently linked, Maxim knows from experience that he won’t be able to produce anything of value when he still struggles to hold a pen. 

Teeth gnaw on the same spot of his lip again when he kicks off another attempt, his mouth only relaxing at the instructions of holding the pen in a more easygoing manner. 

“My fantasy?” amusement blends into his tone when he finishes writing and looks back up at the sinner. “I wouldn’t say you being a personal nurse would be a fantasy…” He places the pen onto the paper to stretch out fingers that are cramping under the unfamiliarity of the grip. The soft but intentional crack of his joints fills the room in the short moment he doesn’t speak before he picks the pen up again. “If I’d get to choose, I’d rather see you tied up and with your mouth shut somewhere so you couldn’t bother me.” Would it not be for the distant sound of venom and sarcasm in his voice, someone who isn’t familiar with their dynamic might mistake his words as something said in earnest. 

The innocence of the grin on his lips is just as forced as the handwriting on the paper; bringing emphasis to his jab before he picks the pen up again to start writing. Too lost in his own focus, Maxim only hums quietly in response to his name, not looking up. But when the paper reads ‘Max’ and his hand stops moving, it’s almost as if he’s only now realizing the implications. Quietly and without changing anything about his position, his eyes move from the paper to nothing in particular in front of him, back to the paper, to the bandages on his arm and then finally up to the sinner. It’s only then that he moves and leans back into an upright sitting position against the mattress. 

Confusion, disbelief, and skepticism blend into an expression that closely resembles surprise. There is no malice in his face, only a glint of curiosity in the eyes that meet the sinner’s. Is he being serious? It certainly sounds like it, but why would he like to know?

Swallowing the initial shock, Maxim’s eyebrows furrowed to give his face a pondering touch. “I…” he hesitates, “I haven’t really given much thought about explicit rules, but whoever would agree to it, would be subjected to nightmares whenever I enter their dreams.” The only reason his words sound matter-of-fact is that he’s telling the truth. Giving someone nightmares is a side effect he has no control over, so the practice he’d be getting out of the exercise would be to see how well he can tell a story. How well could he manipulate somebody to dream what he wants them to dream? 

“What I did to In-Soo,” his eyes fall back to the paper and his hand starts moving again to continue writing to distract himself from the distant but growing feeling of shame setting inside of him, “was torture. It was random; I just wanted to learn how to use my powers against someone I know nothing of.” Finally, he looks back up at Invidia, his mask of nonchalance ready to slip back onto his face. “Giving someone nightmares comes easy to me. Controlling them or even just steering them into a certain direction doesn't.” 

The thought of writing fully abandoned at this point, he places the pen onto the paper and searches for something in the sinner’s eyes. An indication that he’s joking or some confirmation whether he’s talking about himself or someone else.   “I mean…yeah.” If his injured shoulder would allow him to, Maxim would shrug. “If I find someone who’s twisted enough to willingly let me mess with their brain, I’d respect their boundaries.” The reason for that isn’t exactly noble. It’s a selfish thing, really. Should he find a volunteer, he’d be foolish to lose his training buddy by deliberately crossing a line.

“Why you asking?” Finally, his face lights up with the usual smug smirk again. “Do you know somebody?”

♮

    Maxim’s little jabs at him hardly distract Invidia’s eyes as they watch the way the other works to write his name across the top of the page. It looks like shit in a handbag but it’s far better than he anticipated it being. There is hope that he’ll recover quite quickly and be able to not only take care of others, but take care of himself well. Invidia doesn’t give a fig about whether or not Maxim is ready to thwart a thief or wrestle down a would-be aggressor at work just yet. Can he fend for himself alone if he needs to? Would he be able to eat well or fix himself something if he was hungry? The rest would follow soon after that.

    Then he’d be helpful at work again.

    “Yeah…” Invidia says so (not) helpfully to the little jab before Maxim is focusing too on his own writing for a bit.

    A bit of time passes with them like that before Maxim is speaking again and saying he thought the sinner wanted to play nurse. A chuckle and a roll of Invidia’s eyes is what the injured receives in reply. “Is that your fantasy? Nurse play? How utterly vanilla and yet somehow surprisingly base for you.”

   He taps the paper as he watches the second attempt at the name. It’s terrible! “Pathetic. Do better. Are you useless or just stupid?” There’s no real fire behind the insults, just urging for the other to try again- the delivery foul in its word choice but Invidia is more for efficiency over gentleness toward Maxim. “I always figured your thing was- don’t hold it so tight.. there you go- I don’t know, wax play or something light like that.”

   Invidia goes back to watching the way letters form as the other writes, his mind thinking on earlier topics carefully as he lets the bit he said float between them. “Max.. what would it mean if someone did agree to let you into their dreams? Would it be like what you did to In-Soo?” His eyes lift from the page then and look to the other. “Would you stop if it hurt or if someone told you not to go into part of their mind?”

[reineydraws]

@ellii0tt still not done thinking about figure skater mihawk and hockey player shanks haha here have some doodles :') they're young in this one! late teens/early twenties heading to the olympics for the first time kinda young. (refs: 1, 2)

[artgletic]

nsh def drew the X on his forehead to spite the ancients and the more serious iterators. self destruction taboo?? guess what bozo im crossing myself out despite it. L+ratio+obsessed with stupid problem+touch grass+oh wait you destroyed the environment trying to solve your stupid problem+hi pebbles :3c

[scarletsinsblog]

idk why it needs to be said, but Kimiko and Frenchie have never been platonic 😭 since that finale, I’ve seen mostly positivity about their confession/kiss, but I have also seen people claiming that the writers are “pandering to a minority” by making them a couple…??? THEY HAVE BEEN BUILDING UP TO THAT SINCE THE MOMENT THEY MET!

Frenchie has always been queer, yes, but it’s SO obvious that he’s been pining for Kimiko since the very beginning. and when she told him he was “family,” it didn’t necessarily negate their romantic vibe. family is simply comfortability and love between two or more people, and it isn’t reserved to platonic relationships.

and for those who claim they were “more like siblings,” I beg of you to answer this: what does your relationship with YOUR siblings look like?! because if it looks anything like the dynamic between Kimiko and Frenchie…that’s concerning.

he literally calls her “my heart” exclusively for the better part of three seasons. which, in French, is typically a romantic endearment.

needed to speak my truth because I’m tired of this debate and the strangely purist takes people have expressed about these two and their relationship. they are allowed to like each other as more than friends, and I’m not sure why it’s such a taboo thing for two fucked up people to find their soulmate in one another. 🤷‍♀️

[cloudabserk]

i love when people contribute to my posts. please tell me more about how itachi did all that for sasuke’s own good and sasuke is a heterosexual family man

[arafilez]

☆ ⼂ SIGNIFICANT (B)OTHER ﹗

ꔫㅤㅤ ❜[ hjs x fem!reader ] ㅤ⋆ ㅤfluff, slight e2l 𓏧 you are very tired of the fact that everyone believes Han Jisung is the picture-perfect boy of the school ㅤ warnings none ㅤ﹢ㅤ1.2k wc

You looked around the school locker waiting for your friend to enter. Tapping your feet impatiently you closed your phone throwing it inside as Jongho was late for the nth time. As you turned away from the locker a strong scent of deodorant filled your nose and you hated how you recognized it immediately.

Taking a deep breath you clicked your tongue cursing Jongho when you came to face to face with Jisung. A smile plastered to his face, a tie perfectly attached to his neck, and proper full sleeves like the best boy.

Except he was not!

You see you hated Han Jisung, okay maybe hate was a strong word. No, you really did hate him. You hated his perfect aura, how he had everyone swooning over him and you hated how much of a model student he was. He was always so sweet and sugary with his words that people overlooked the pure evil residing within him.

“Sweetheart, long time no see,” you hear his voice speak to you, which you would admit was rather annoyingly squeaky than melodious.

“Don’t call me that” You grit your teeth looking at him as he smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes once and left before he could further comment anything.

As usual, Jongho got scolded for being late to class and he made his way to you after his scolding and sat down. Giving his big gummy smile he offered you a piece of chocolate before withdrawing it seeing your glaring face.

“So someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today,” he said smiling as you gave him a cold stare.

“If someone wasn’t late today I wouldn’t have had to face Mr Asshole,” you gritted your teeth at Jongho who just replied with a shrug.

You looked away from him your eyes directly landing on Han Jisung in the corner bench of the first row and your breath got stuck in your throat. There he was looking at you from the corner of his eyes and you stared back. All until that cocky smirk returned to his face and you looked away silently groaning at yourself.

“Can’t take your eyes off him now huh?” Jongho whispered as you elbowed him slightly.

“I am not staring,” you whispered back.

“Sure, you are not, your eyes just happen to get stuck on Han Jisung,” he giggled as you glared at him for probably the nth time that day.

“Jjong cut it out, I swear, it’s not like his annoyingly handsome face attracts me,” you scoffed looking away.

Jongho snickered saying, “Sweetie I am your best friend, I have heard you muttering his name in your sleep.”

“That was one time,” you hissed at him as he shook his head getting tired of your denials.

“Just admit you like him,” where is the harm?” Jongho sighed as you shook your head and pouted.

You did not like Han Jisung quite possibly. He was the most annoying person ever in the universe, loud- not that you were not loud, you were just equally loud and had squirrel-like features with squishy cheeks that you just wanted to pinch and a cute face which made you want to kiss his nose that scrunches up when he laughs but such a beautiful figure which was admirable and you knew he was a dancer s his thin waist just makes you want to, and what the hell were you thinking?

No, you hated him and where were these thoughts even from, they are so stupid. No, you most definitely hated him.

The school bell rang as Jongho bid you goodbye saying he would be going to meet his seven other friends. You knew them all, all seven boys were nice and you would hang out often before. But after they all left for college your meets became less regular. Jongho still made time but you couldn’t.

You walked towards the school library which was open for two more hours for studious students. Walking inside, you went straight to the Physics section searching for a book on Quantum mechanics. You had an inventory project due and a quarter of your result depended on it.

The library was fairly empty and your shoes clicked a bit as you scanned through the books in the aisle. Suddenly your eyes caught a book on the upper shelf- Feynman Lectures Volume One. Blinking your eyes rapidly you questioned when your school library got such a good book.

You were not tall at all and thus you slightly jumped to get it. First try- failed, second try- almost had it, third try- curse the librarian for keeping the book on that shelf.

As you got ready for your fourth try you jumped suddenly at a voice behind you, “How long are you going to try short stuff?”

You spun around instantly replying, “Bold of someone to say who isn’t that tall either.”

“Tall enough to reach the book sweetheart,” he smirked leaning over your face and then looking up swiftly took out the book from the shelf.

“Feynman Lectures, how do you even understand it?” he questioned pouting and putting down the book on the table.

“I will at least try unlike your dumb ass,” you bit back your tongue knowing full well it was a lie. He was the smartest student in school and the most studious.

“Really, sweetheart?” he smirked hovering his face over your nose.

“Stop calling me that,” you fumed but it was more of a breathless sentence under his intense stare as you felt yourself getting hot and your heartbeat picking up in an instant.

“You are stupidly obvious you idiot, I know very well you like me,” Jisung whispered breath fanning your face as your back hit the bookshelf in shock.

“What? No, you overconfident man, I don’t,” you scoffed lying to his face as he bit back a smile.

Walking towards you he held your hands and said, “Well then fine, I guess I should just stop liking you and get over you, I mean since you don’t like me,” and he smiled, that same cocky smirk that you so much want to wipe off his face.

So you did.

Pulling by his collar you kissed him as he stumbled a little and then kissed back smiling into the kiss. It was soft and rough at the same time as you felt his hand cup your cheeks and lips blend. You both pulled back after a few seconds, you looking away feeling shy while Jisung rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

“Um, I got your book down,” he whispered looking at the ground as you let out a soft laugh and looked up at him grinning stupidly.

“Well then might as well our first date be here,” you said softly, playing with the hems of your skirt as he smiled saying, “Sure, sweetheart.”

“Stop oh my god,” you whined knowing full well he won’t. Not that you want him to though. 

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[mpxmaxim]

Whispers Behind The Mask

Kicking off the Hallow's Eve Ball shenanigans with the forever enemy @mpxinvidia

Considering that Maxim isn't a very social person to begin with, it might come as a surprise that the arguably biggest ball on the island is his favorite time of the year. 

Something about it feels exciting and somewhat nostalgic. 

Last year, it was the first ever event he attended. And just like the previous time, he chose a costume that would at least partly conceal his features.

Now, he did consider just wearing the same outfit as last year but in a bizarre turn of events, all he could find was the mask while the suit was nowhere to be found. Strangely enough, the one his brother is currently wearing looks suspiciously similar to the one he's missing and if he could bring himself to give a shit, he might confront him about it. But instead, Maxim simply offers him a half-smile in return to a question he didn't pay attention to. Lucky for him, his sister speaks up to unknowingly spare him from having to divert his focus. 

Biting the inside of his cheek in an absent-minded habit, his gaze shifts across the room. Earlier he spotted a few familiar faces in the sea of strangers, but his attention is now fixed on the red cape of a very special nuisance.  Invidia.  Were it anyone else, Maxim might've applauded his ability to demand and be worthy of the attention he's getting. But that is a compliment that will rather die on his tongue than be voiced to the sinner.

Without moving his head, his eyes briefly glide over to the other side of the room to glance at - or rather look out for - Malea before he focuses on his rival again. It's a habit he didn't know he developed. Almost like he's double-checking that he's not messing up outside of Babylon's halls and following the unspoken order to keep his co-worker safe. 

He presses his glass into his brother's hand, patting Alex’s shoulder twice to signify a wordless 'Thank you' before he ultimately exits whatever conversation they were having. If either of them protested or questioned his actions, Maxim didn't hear it. 

Instead, a grimace of mischief and malice tug his lips upwards as he dodges dancing people on his way over to the sinner.

Why is he making his way over? He isn't exactly sure and at a certain point in his life he just grew tired of questioning it, so now he just goes along with whatever fate has planned for him. 

In the time it takes for his heart to beat once, Maxim draws his sword and presses it against Invidia's throat from behind. As an accessory to his costume, it's not nearly sharp enough to do any serious damage, and he is sure both of them are aware. Then again, he is certain he could inflict pain with anything if he just puts some effort into it. 

Maxim shakes his head and clicks his tongue in a faked scene of disappointment. 

“The one time people could finally get to see you for the demon you are,” he tries and fails to clear his tone of the smile on his lips, “and you decide to dress up?”

[canisalbus]

Hello! I love your art- you have a real talent for expressive eyes. You're a great cartoonist, and I can't wait to see more of your work

It's a little silly, but I just wanted to say- don't beat yourself up for having a reaction to needles after a bad experience. On a moral level, yes, but also a practical one.

It's normal for a body to react to a bad experience with fear. That's what fear evolved to do, warn you about something that could go wrong next time.

However, fear can be reinforced. If your body responds to a stimulus with fear, and then you feel a negative emotion around that memory, your nervous system goes "Wow! That was so bad that even thinking about it stresses me out. I'd better make sure to never let this happen again. Time to dial up the fear signal!"

Being kind to yourself about something frustrating or painful is hard in good conditions, and I don't want to minimize that. This isn't "don't let it bother you" or "just get over it" or "think positive" advice.

When a fear of needles happens to me again (the fear comes and goes), I try to treat it like I would a food aversion resulting from food poisoning. You know when you eat something bad, get sick and then the thought of the food is really gross for awhile? Like that!

I try to let myself be mildly annoyed, but not so much it gets my blood pressure up. Sadness doesn't seem to extend the length of the fear either. But anger, guilt, or shame for me really seem to reinforce the fear reactions.

Your mileage will vary, of course! For me, I went from no fear of needles, to fainting when an IV was put in, back to no fear with patience and time. Maybe this can be a bit of hope for you too! I wish you luck and a smooth road!

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[justarandomidiot1]

young kageyama bros but it's like heavily based on me and my own sibling when we were young lol

ty @corvidinstinct for typing out the warrior cats ramble for me to use in this lmao

[rebeccathenaturalist]

Every spider that lives in my kitchen windowsill is both a feature AND a bug.

[surreal-duck]

pro tip respond to your [idol] partner's attempt at intimacy by being a little shit

[hdra77]

(pfp anon again hi sorry you're just so much fun to bother)

Ehehe more questions: some people depict NSH with antennae, is there any reason yours doesn't have any? Is there any AU where you'd give him some? Is he Sad because No Antennae or is he Perfectly Content?

hello again!! i'd say hes just built different like that or he did something so remotely stupid that he lost them. i could honestly see him doing something like that actually LMAO tinkering and messing around with his antennae out of pure boredom and he decided to just, keep it

he is pretty chill with it though, like he just accepted it and thought 'oh hey this isn't so bad at all!! i look good!'

now as for the AUs!! theres usually 4 of them but voided au shares the same design as this sig

so far theres just one whose got an antennae LMAO also,, disarray au sig design sneak peak 👀

have a little doodle of him with a pair of antennae !!