#[ so anyway ]

[harblkun]

Dr. Nyane Zayne Li, you’re needed in the OR

[arrimorr]

Good ol' captain

[teaboot]

how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?

[shepscapades]

Thanks to artfight, I’ve finally finished a detailed, official dbhc cub reference! :D

(I’ve put his Artifight description below the cut, which has a more detailed explanation of his timeline, lore, and aesthetics! >:3)

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  OVERVIEW ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Name: C.B.F.N.4000 (Cub) Pronouns: He/Him Species: Android Height: 5’9’’ Associated Visual Themes: vex, ghosts, explosions, mischief, scientist aesthetic, potions, potionmaking, sleepy/tired aesthetic, conspiracies

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  ABOUT ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

CBFN4000 is an au version of MCYT Hermitcraft’s Cubfan, set in my DBHC (or Detroit Become Hermitcraft) AU! This au is inspired by the 2018 game Detroit Become Human, but not because it really has anything to do with DBH—I simply yoinked the android mechanics and incorporated them into the world of Hermitcraft. It began as a S8 au, and has roughly followed the hermitcraft timeline up to the present! 

Cub was the last android made during Season 8. While many of the hermit androids were made at the beginning of season 8 and a few were made for season 9, Cub was finished and activated mid-late Season 8, around the time when Hermits started noticing the Big Moon. Cub’s model ended up being a sloppy experiment in deviation, as Doc suggested they try to transfer deviancy to an android upon activation to try and avoid traumatic situations that might cause an android to deviate violently or upsettingly, such as Etho’s, Tango’s, or Mumbo’s experiences. While this went relatively well initially, it clearly wasn’t very thoroughly thought out, as Xisuma (who is normally so adamant and detail-oriented when it comes to assuring the androids’ safety with experiments like this) wasn’t truly himself due to external manipulation and mostly left a relatively young-deviant Doc to carry out the project himself. 

Cub, though adjusting to sentience rather well at first, very quickly became wrapped up in the Big Moon happenings on the server, new personality and inexperience to emotions like fear and ignorance completely overwhelming his young system. He became obsessive over the implications and consequences of the Season 8 Moon Apocalypse, joining the Mooners and spreading his conspiracy theories religiously throughout the server as he descended into madness. The insanity was like a virus to his programming, pervasive and all-engulfing, and Cub’s final attempt to free himself from the Moon’s impact with the Earth—to launch himself on a llama into space via potion-powered TNT(insane btw)— left his hands and feet singed and cracked to ruin.

The experiment, considered a horrific failure by a deeply shameful—and more awake—S9 Xisuma, left Doc and Xisuma with the decision to reset him for the new season, and they ended up pairing him with a hermit like they had done with the other androids until they had found deviancy enough to pursue their own projects. So, at the start of season 9 and fresh after a reset, Cub was paired with Scar. Naturally, because Scar is… Scar, Cub deviated almost instantly after being given to him, and very quickly adopted the iconic lazy, stoic, amused attributes normally associated with Cubfan. Scar’s tendency towards mischief and general shenanigans grew instantly on Cub, and the two were an immediate inseparable pair. So much so that when Scar began rambling one day about his Season 5 Hermitcraft Shenanigans (where deals with the Vex may or may not have been involved), Cub immediately stated he was interested in being in on it. Whatever “it” means. It’s unclear if Cub also made a deal with the vex or became connected to them in some other way, but… well, he got Doc’s help to trick out his eyes, hair, and back to best fit the part. Scar is very jealous that he can't magically make himself have the same features to match.

Cub is closest with Scar, but he gets along just as well with any of the other hermits! He’s close with Jevin and many of the other redstoners like Etho and Doc, who are the other two androids I’ve put on artfight!

-ˋˏ ༻ ❁  EXTRAS ❁ ༺ ˎˊ-

Cub's eyes can light up in the dark, and he’s the only android who has edited his programming so that the default state of his LED is white, not blue. It still will go yellow and red if his processors are working particularly hard, but he’s replaced the blue setting on his LED with white to better match the Vex vibe. Cub has all of the vibes of a fae. If that’s anything <3

[starmocha]

I let the Demon (my muse) take over today. It was a rough day at the office 🫠 Gonna yap about a scenario that's been occupied in my head since 8 AM. It's time to evict her and let me live in peace again. (disclaimer: this is in no way related to the actual memory or even speculations about it. My mind just wandered into unsavory territory 😔) MDNI.

Just thinking about

How this Sylus is going to take you to his hut and just rut you

This is not love making, not even consummating a union, or even just casual fucking

It is feral. He is going to fuck you like an animal. He is going to breed you.

It is brutal, it is animalistic, and very possessive and wild. He wants you to know that you belong to him—his to have, his to take.

You are not leaving until you are thoroughly bred. This man's stamina and libido are high—he will keep you with him all night long. He won't let you rest for a minute and even if you do pass out, you will still wake up with his massive cock buried deep inside you.

He will have you crying and cumming on his cock so many times, your desperate pleas only spurring him on. You learn that his title of "Relentless Conqueror" does not apply only on the battlefield. It extends into his bedchamber.

By morning, you will be sore. There are bruises and love bites all over. He was not gentle in the slightest.

He had marked you all over, made it clear that you belong to him. This is a reminder to you, but a warning to others.

He is virile. You will get pregnant from this.

Be prepared. His babies are huge. He won't settle for just one child or two, or even three. He wants an army.

He will accept daughters, but he also wants sons.

You will bear big, strong future warriors. It is an honor bestowed only on you.

He is creating a dynasty. His lineage will carry on for centuries.

The only person worthy to stand by his side is you. He is aggressive and imposing, revered within the community and feared by enemies. In this world, the only one he will submit to will be you. The only one who will tame him will be you. The only one who will have his heart will be you.

The honor of being his is a title only carried by you. Likewise, he is yours, in this life and the next and the next and the next. For all of the lifetimes you have, he will always find you and choose you.

Only you—eternally yours.

[kukya]

AU Where Jet doesn't find out that Iroh and Zuko are FN

So uh yeah uh

A lot of people are having a heart attack this day. Zuko because of a scary and an unwise water tribe peasants. Iroh and Jet when they see the candles go WHOSH. Katara when her brother turns out to be pretty flammable and he's about to gain a matching scar. Aang because he's empathetic king. Toph because people are suddenly dying. (Kira's unhealthy laugh thunders somewhere distant.)

If you can't read the handwriting there's ALT under each photo (I hope I did it right)

There's a link to original post by @stark-tony and @appendingfic: https://www.tumblr.com/appendingfic/621574323454492672/stark-tony-au-where-jet-doesnt-find-out-that?source=share

[peachesofteal]

Simon gets lost in his sticky, sweet thing tonight.

He's got her bent at the waist in front of the mirror of the dresser. Hands twisted behind her back, trussed up like his favorite meal.

He indulges in it, rough like this, sometimes. She likes it, loves it even. Loves how he's gentle afterwards, how he treats her like a patron saint, mother mary on a cross. She's his angel. His piece of celestial divinity, white yellow shimmering ribbon of hope.

He's always careful to keep his head. Stay present, stay frosty.

But tonight- something ticks a little different. Something is a little raw, in the back of his mind, rubbing between the rotten brain matter and his skull. It itches, it tears, it tugs, until he has to rip his eyes away from where his cock sinks into her body over and over again. He slams them shut, burning blood and bone singing in his nose, black smoke curling around consciousness.

When he opens them again and finds his reflection in the mirror, it's not his own image that stares back at him with hollowed, blackened eyes-

They’re Ghost’s.

[missnotstarry]

late night chatting

[mozzaremi]

sibling bonding

[milo-media]

Bad boys and bandages!!!

[repulsivethoughts]

Little devil :]

I procrastinated this WAY too much; real proud of how it turned out tho

[leafspiritz]

don’t leave, ok?

[mikeluciraphgabe]

No but Dick being an officer is so fucking funny

That once comic where he jumps over a tall ass fucking fence like it’s nothing in full uniform? How does his partner not know he’s Nightwing?

Dick giving criminals the Superman Disappointed Stare(tm) when he cuffs them bc he grew up around it? He makes the criminal feel ten times worse and slowly pass the stolen items back to the store clerk.

Calling his family on those q-word days.

Not using his gun bc he was raised not to use them/knowing how to use literally anything but a gun and using his taser (only when he really can’t do anything else) instead? Oh baby, yes a million times.

Fist fighting people instead of, again, not using guns? Gets him yelled at by his Sargent but the guy secretly is impressed

Getting shot/hurt on the job and the hospital calling Bruce’s cell. Bruce answering with a confused face during a WE meeting, his face going pale as the nurse explains what is going on. Bruce booking it to said hospital and holding his son’s hand as Dick is still asleep. Bruce blaming himself like he always does when one of his children is hurt?

GOD THE ANGST AND THE FLUF THAT FOLLOWS!

Dick waking up, a familiar hand holding his, a hand he hasn’t felt that hand in his own in… a long time. Bruce isn’t really a tactical person after all. The first twitch and groan snaps Bruce out of the trance of watching his heart rate, standing from the chair.

“Chum? Baby?”

A shuttered breath.

“Heya Dad.”

It was fitting for the moment, despite not really ever saying that name. He barley even uses it for when he’s hurt and in the Batcave. It was a sacred word between the two - and not just because of his birth father.

Like a broke dam, Bruce sits gingerly on the bed and pulls Dick into his arms, rocking them and whispering nothings. He needs this. Needs to feel his son alive. And Dick let’s him, cuddling up to Bruce.

[lunee-bat]

Hellooo Hazbin Hotel fandom can I offer you some mpreg in these trying times question mark

[ex0rin]

TWD: Dead City S01E06 | Doma Smo

[thebibliosphere]

Something I really appreciated about having my friends around is that they’re not chronically online people. Like they’re online in the sense that they use social media, but they use it a “normal” amount.

Anyway, they asked me a question about what it's like being 'popular' on the Internet and if I've ever dealt with any of the harassment they hear so much about and it culminated in me saying something along the lines of, "but yeah, that's like fairly normal for being online these days" and the Look they gave me was akin to what I'd imagine you'd give someone who just said, "I routinely go dumpster diving at biohazard disposal facilities because I've lost all sense of self-preservation and common sense" and um, yeah.

Still... still re-evaluating some things over here.