#I apologize for it being short

[whoreforeverythingspice]

SIRUS’S TOWER

Chapter 1 intro a/n

Hiiii i finally got the first chapter out I would love to here feedback ngl I haven't wrote since 2020 and I love to here where you guys think this is going to go and some conspiracys this is not well proof read so forgive me if theirs errors anywhere in it and I hope you enjoy!!!!

The rain soaked her skin as she ran as fast as she could from the place she used to call home. Although cold and wet, she felt nothing except deceit and betrayal weighing down on her. No, later than an hour later, she was just an ordinary girl living an everyday life in what she thought to be an ordinary village. After hours of running, she is suddenly halted by a quick and vicious creek in her path; she can barely stop before accidentally throwing herself into the icy waters below. After stopping, she finally takes in her surroundings; she freezes as she realizes that it is nothing but dark and misty forest at every angle. Before she starts to panic, she decides that the best course of action is to try and find some shelter. Searching for some cover, she comes across an old weeping cherry tree, one she once knew very well and was bright and colorful, now a dark pink, the flowers decaying from the tree's limbs. Seeing this tree made her remember simpler times. Times she had no responsibilities. Times she was sheltered by her parents and remained ignorant of the unjustness surrounding her.

(timeskip_third person pov)

In a beautiful clearing in the forest, we see two young teens running hand in hand together, forgetting about their worries and leaving the world behind them. The teens ran as far as the eye could see, giggling the whole way. They stop abruptly as they reach their destination, looking up at the magnificent tree before them. Bright pink hues contrast beautifully against the setting sky above them, slowly changing colors from the sun to getting ready to rest for the night. The teens turn to each other slowly, looks of aw on their faces due to the scene in front of them before they break out in smiles and giggles before flopping to the ground under the tree. " you know, no matter how many times we come here its beauty will never fail to amaze me, even some of the most beautiful artistry will never compare" says The young girl wonder and amazement in her voice. The young boy laughs, turning his head towards the girl who is still staring at the sky, amazed. "yes, I will say this place is stunning, but I think I've seen something even more beautiful." The girl, confused, turns her head toward him." I could not even imagine such a thing. What could be more stunning than this oasis?" The young boy stares deeply into the girl's eyes, only looking away to pick a fallen flower. He tucks her hair behind her ear, gently placing the flower there, and then with that sweet smile she had fallen in love with over the years, he says four words that leave you speechless:" Well, you, of course, " reaching out to hold the man's hand that now rests on her cheek " I love you yangyan-” BOOM

[bamsara]

trying to figure out if the continued nausea is related to intense stress and travel schedule or something simple like food poisoning or an infection

[wickedcriminal]

(Tfw you're the most reliable person in the roster and you're only like 12)

Httyd 2 is where the Hooligans start to think Elder may be too carefree and naive to be chief, Snotlout is too gradious to do the job right, and find that they truly appreciate the wise, diplomatic nature of Younger. Maybe we should make the little guy chief instead 💁

Bonus:

#1 most irresponsible older brother 😂

(Speech bubble text beneath readmore:)

Hiccup the Younger: If I had a gold piece for every time Gobber told me to usurp my brother for the throne of Berk I'd have three gold pieces and at this point I'm starting to think he's being serious

Little Fishlegs: Well, why not? It's a very honorable position– and you'd be great at it!

Younger: Sure, but that's Hiccup's job. It's not like I WANT it. Besides, Snotlout's the runner-up heir, not me, so I'd have to challenge him, too. I'm in Last Place, Fishlegs. Maybe it's better that way.

Little Fish: You sell yourself too short. Most of the tribe would be happy to see you on the throne instead of Snotlout. Heck, they're prefer you to Mr. Elder! All the adults say Mr. Elder is too immature. Gobber even says they're going to approach Stoick personally about lifting your rank.

Younger: Very funny.

(Silence)

Younger: WAIT— ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

...

Astrid: Shirking your heirly duties, as usual.

Astrid: You know, maybe Gobber's right, and Minicup should usurp you and take over the tribe.

Astrid: NO— YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO AGREE!!!

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

A lil rant about my experience with this god forsaken fandom

I made this blog around 2020 when I was 13 years old. This was my first shot at a dedicated fandom blog and I was pretty excited for it, to make friends, draw fanart, post fun stuff and what not.

All fun right? Right, so tell me why was it that literal 20 years olds felt the need to harass me, a then 13 year old girl with a relatively small blog, for the dumbest reasons possible?

What did I do that subjected me to 2 and a half years worth constant daily threats and harassment? Hmm???

You wanna know my crime? Apparently I showed interest in an antagonist character, which is so awful that grown adults felt the need to bully me. And following those adults came young impressionable people my age, that joined the bandwagon of hate against me.

As if other fandoms don’t have people literally dedicating themselves to a villain, no one bats an eye to that. Why did this fandom have such an issue? I also apparently dared to criticise the main character for a few of his flaws. Such a horrible thing to do right? I need to be burnt at the stake for it right?

I didn’t follow the “fixed” standards of the fandom so I was to be sent de*th/r*pe threats daily?? For not following the “rules” I was to be ostracised?

No please someone explain…I’m but a dumb bitch, I don’t understand what I did so terribly wrong to deserve this? Did I start a war? Did I rip open someone’s plush? Did I bully someone for not having the same ideology as me?

No it was but the fandom itself that for some reason found it so fun to bully a 13 year old, send her de*th and r*pe threats all because of not being of pjo fandom standards…let’s go and bombard her with hate!!

Do you realise how fucking stupid…this all sounds? Do you realise how low this is? Was bullying a child so fun? So trendy at the time?

Then came the victim blaming- I laugh everytime I remember people saying I must have done something really bad to get such harassment, that it’s all for attention. What kid wants to get hate everyday of their life for 2 whole fucking years? Tell me?

You know wanna know what I did wrong? Fight back, call the hate anons out for their bigotry. I was vocal about it, that’s what I did wrong right? Stand my ground? People said to ignore it and I did. But I still got bullied daily even if I didn’t respond. What was all this for?

I can imagine people asking why I didn’t simply leave the fandom? Why the fuck should I? I enjoy the stories, I enjoy the characters, they were my escape from real life struggles. It was the bullying I didn’t enjoy. Everyday I’d log on to enjoy posts and a few minutes later when the bigots found out I was active I was sent an anonymous threat.

Many of my oldest friends had to reduce the amount they interacted with me in fear of receiving harassment themselves. The extent of this is bigotry is beyond my understanding.

I did not deserve this much suffering AND ALL FOR WHAT? A STUPID LITTLE REASON THAT HAS BARELY ANY WEIGHT TO IT. Do people even realise the extent of what happened is beyond me. And Idc if I sound selfish, I want a fucking apology from all those bigots. I want compensation for the 2 and a half years of abuse I endured alone. I just want this bigotry to end, which surprise surprise! Still continues to happen.

Why do I bring this up now that it’s all over you ask? I’ve actually brought it up once before, but it was swept under the rug, (My deepest appreciation to the very few people who supported me when I first talked about it) I’m just finally being more vocal, because this has stuck with me. For all those 4 years this has stuck with me. It doesn’t mean if it’s over for now that all the trauma doesn’t linger. It still affects me to this day.

In fact I’m still being stalked by one of the people who sent me hate anons. One of the hate anons was revealed to be one of my bestest friends, they had admitted this to me and had the nerve to beg me to still remain friends. They were also the person who groomed me. They have left the fandom scene and I’ve rid of them from my life but they still continue to stalk me.

What do I get from ranting about all this? A bit of solace, a bit of weight off my shoulders. But nearly not enough for me to actually fucking heal. I also want people to realise how bigoted some are and how horrible the mentality of “fixed fandom standards/ideologies” is and that we as a fandom need to fucking change. Heck I know this issues in every fandom. But can we at least start with ours for a change for once?

Along side all of this there’s also a lot of racism and trans/homophobia that still actively prevails. Just look at what Leah went through when her casting was announced. Did she deserve all of that?? “Not my annabeth” do you realise how horrible that is to say to a CHILD? She is Annabeth whether you like it or not. And you are very welcome to leave if you wish to stick to your stupid racist nonsense.

I bet there are many others who have probably suffered the same may it not be for the same reasons, but everyone of them deserve their apologies and compensation as well.

Idc if I’ll get hate for this. I said what I said. I’m just so done.

[hamletshoeratio]

Apparently, Eloise is a mean girl and is not a girls' girl???

[slightlydepressedmelon]

{Taste - Sabrina Carpenter x Allerdrake}

[askdesperado-rocketchairs]

AT: wE R WHO WE R }X)

[lost-estradiographer]

It's the most wonderful time of the week,

Trans Tummy Fuesday

I accidentally cut this croptop so short that I literally cannot wear it without a bra unless I keep my arms down all day, or else it's a one-way ticket to nipcity. And I'm not a mom myself, but anything's possible ;)

Tags after the break <3 Let me know if you want to make my list!

@athena-turns-into-an-eagle, @ofravensflight, @mellueminate, @eruditegeek

@cynthjam, hope you don't mind <3

@lilithtransrights, I'm told you're open and interested to tags, so heyy

[reverbtunes]

precious - l.felix

➤ summary : what makes felix feel the most precious? you.

➤ pairing : lee felix x gn!reader

➤ genre : really really really painful fluff

➤ warnings : none!!

➤ word count : 355

➤ requested !

➤ a/n : anddddd we’re back!!!! i’m so sorry this is short but take this as me warming up and writing again <3 still working on the pending requests and the smau saur stay tuned sdkjnk have an amazing day and i hope you enjoy!!! lowercase intended !

“oh, sweetheart,” felix said gently as he wrapped his arms around your shaking figure. 

you’d been having a hard time with anxious thoughts and deadlines and just life in general. you thought you could handle it on your own and chose not to tell felix about any of this. obviously, lee felix did not need you to tell him anything for him to realize that something was up.

“what is wrong with me?” you ask, your voice breaking about a million times.

your boyfriend rocked you back and forth, holding you securely and whispering, “absolutely nothing. needing help doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”

the two of you stayed in silence for a while after, felix’s words replaying in your head like a mantra, bringing you the comfort you’d been looking for all these days.

you sniffled as you calmed down and questioned, “how are you so precious?”

he giggled and took your hands in his own warm ones.

“you made me precious.”

with your wide, slightly watery eyes staring back at him, your lips twitching with the smallest smile, and your forehead coming forward to meet his, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your gentle gaze in the mornings, your head still half buried in your pillow, and your legs thrown on top of his as you greeted him good morning, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your contagious laugh at something stupid he said, your hand coming up to playfully hit him on the shoulder and then dragging him into a hug full of warmth and adoration, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with your hand reaching towards him in car, your special “felix and y/n” playlist in the background, and your ring shining underneath the streetlights, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

with you and your eyes, with you and your smile, with you and your laugh, with you and your tears, with you and purely, unfiltered you, lee felix felt like the most precious person in the world.

[robotsandjunk]

Can I ask what kind of kinks do you think Soundwave has?

You may!

I think Soundwaves into spanking, specifically on himself. He has some weird hang ups about failing so if something goes wrong, even if it’s not his fault, he still feels like he should be punished. A good couple of smacks, or even a caning, across the valve usually helps him get out of his head with the added bonus of getting him off at the end

I’ve said this before but edging or straight up denial, he’s very proud of his self control. It’s a bit of a weird flex but it makes him happy

Denial is also his preferred punishment for his subs, he only likes the physical stuff when it’s done to him

Ok so I’ll need you to let me explain but a mommy kink, not in a typical way but he found out about it’s associations with looking after your partner (not in like a parental way but in a doing what’s best for them/taking care of them way) and was really into it. There’s something about having a specific title for that moment that he really likes, especially since ‘Sir’ is too military for him

I think he just likes discipline in general, he likes things to have an order to them with set expectations and punishments if they’re not met

This isn’t really a kink but I think he’s a switch, he tends to lean a little bit more towards being a service top but he’s down for pretty much anything

He’s got a breeding kink, I mean look at him

Sensory deprivation is something he’s a fan of, mainly due to his outlier ability. It lets him focus on what’s happening in the room rather the ambient noise of everyone in the building

He can read minds but he likes making his partners ask for things

He likes either having a partner that’s bigger than him or smaller than him (Cosmos and his mass shifting are a dream come true for him)

[storywestistrash]

i am actually so tired of the way westerners treat eastern europeans

[hitokiri-izou]

With the new information on Emanators, it's becoming more certain that Acheron is one. Emanators of the Nihility, or just Self Annihilators, lose a part of themselves when they unwittingly step into Nihility. Some lose their sense of pain and pleasure, become numb, or start to lose their memory. In Acheron's case it definitely seems to be her memory. Not that it's completely gone but it's unreliable at the very least. During her dance with Black Swan, one frame seemed to have IX the Nihility

Right afterwards, Black Swan is shown being pulled in

It's said that just seeing IX is enough to lose your sense of self, which is what I think Black Swan was facing when she tried to peak at Acheron's memory. There was nothing but an abyss though

Being a Self Annihilator is thought of as having been infected with Nihility and some try to cure themselves and others by working with the Doctors of Chaos. I don't know that anyone willingly becomes a Self Annihilator but if they do, the new info suggests that to do so would be to slowly lose your identity, body, everything and commit a sort of ego death.

Black Swan doesn't have a body and is comprised of memory. If she were to step so close to Nihility she would completely vanish.

This was probably the closest to death Black Swan has been in a very long time

[mediumtires]

okay so here is a quick little something inspired by this video.

Max calls late at night, Christian is a Good Surrogate Dad, and Toto just really likes his husband.

((this is a lil sad maybe be prepared))

--- 

“Toto.”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to get the guestroom ready.”

“Okay?” Toto furrows his brows and lifts his gaze from the illuminating blue of his laptop screen. “Are we getting visitors?”

“Visitor. Just one,” Christian says, and there is something solemn to his expression. “Max just called.”

“Max?” Toto’s eyebrows lift. Christian nods and holds his gaze and the seriousness with which he does it makes Toto close his laptop without saving the files he’d been working on. “Is everything okay? Is he not in Holland?”

“Yeah, he was. Is. He’s on his way to the UK right now.”

He says it like it isn’t twelve past nine on a Wednesday night. Everything about this is catching Toto’s attention. “On his way… from Holland? And he’s sleeping here?”

Christian nods. Toto gets up from behind his desk. He knows the look on Christian’s face. “What happened?”

Christian falters. He allows Toto’s hand to curl around his hip. “He wouldn’t say on the phone. Something to do with Jos. He really just…” Christian clears his throat and says, “He really just asked if he could come.”

Toto studies Christian for another quiet moment, lets the words hang in the space between them, reads them for what they are, for what Christian read them as well. And more than anything, he trusts Christian’s instincts. “Do we need to go and pick him up?” he asks. “From the airport?”

Christian’s expression softens. “I told him I’d pick him up from Milton Keynes. He can use the airfield there.”

“I’m happy to go get him,” Toto says gently, “if you want to get the house ready. Or if you think he will be more comfortable with you, I will get things ready here.” He presses a kiss to the corner of Christian’s mouth, right where it wants to curl up into a soft smile.

Christian leans in for another kiss, a brush of lips and a quiet “I love you” all in one.

“I’ll get him. Pick nice sheets.”

---

Toto chooses the nicest ones he can find, based on softness, thread count, and thickness. He makes up the bed to the best of his abilities, goes downstairs and gets two more pillows from the living room, the soft, fluffy ones Christian likes to run his hands through when he’s tense. He also gets a bottle of water, a glass, and a few protein bars on the way, then changes his mind, drops the protein bars and grabs some chocolate instead.

He remembers the times oh too well, whenever he would have to crash on a friend’s couch for a night or two because money was tight and his options were limited. He knows none of these things really apply to Max, but still, he remembers the embarrassment, the feeling of not quite belonging, of being out of place and feeling like a burden, and from what little information Christian has provided him, Toto wants to make sure Max doesn’t have to concern himself with those feelings, too, once he arrives.

He tries not to overthink it too much. Max won’t care about candles or anything like that, Toto doesn’t think, so he just leaves the room tinted in the soft orange light from the bedside lamp and with the heating on so Max won’t freeze.

---

It takes about an hour until he hears gravel crunch beneath the tyres of Christian’s Range Rover, and Toto calls the dogs, eager and excited, to his side and leaves the volume of the TV exactly as it is, so Max doesn’t feel uncomfortably exposed when he comes in.

It’s Christian’s voice first as the front door opens and Bernie and Flav are ready to zoom out into the hallway, eager to greet him, but Toto holds them back with a gentle click of his tongue.

“Just leave your things by the door for now, we can take them up later. Don’t worry about it,” Christian says. “Let’s get you warmed up first. Do you want a cup of tea?”

There’s a low murmur in reply as the door to the kitchen is pushed open and Toto turns his head. Max is trailing behind Christian, pale, and where he normally stands tall with his shoulders pulled back, tonight he looks small, hunched in on himself, hollow, wide eyes and weariness written in every line of his face.

“There you go, that’s Toto, my husband.” Christian’s face morphs into a soft grin, wrinkles deep around his eyes. “You might’ve seen him around once or twice.”

“Hello Max.”

Max’s eyes flicker to where Toto is lounging on the sofa and for a moment, he meets a gaze completely unguarded. A young boy, tired and scared and sad. Toto’s heart shatters.

He gets up, slowly, so as not to startle either Max or the dogs, and shuffles over into the kitchen. Flav and Bernie trail behind him, first curious, then excited when they recognise the new visitor as someone familiar.

In passing, Toto places a hand on Max’s shoulder, a light touch, there, then gone, and hopes it is understood as reassuring. “Are you okay with the dogs? Or I can take them upstairs.”

“Uh… No,” Max’s voice cracks. “No, I mean, yeah, no, it’s fine. Thanks.”

Toto smiles at him, then steps up next to Christian, wraps an arm around his middle and drops a kiss to the top of his head. “There is some dinner left in the fridge,” he says, presses another soft kiss to the side of his husband’s face and adds, “I will leave you guys to it.”

Christian breathes around a smile, squeezes his hand in a quick gesture of appreciation. When Toto rounds Max once more, he smiles at him and says, “It’s good to have you here.”

---

Before Toto turns in for the night, he goes back downstairs. Technically he doesn’t need to check on things, Christian will come and join him in bed when he’s ready, but it’s been almost two hours and Toto wants to make sure things are okay.

The ground floor lies in darkness, only a sliver of light is coming from the kitchen and with it the hiccupping sounds of heaving sobs and choked up breaths. For a moment, Toto freezes right where he stands, an arm’s length away from the door.

He chances a glance through the crack where the door has been left ajar and his heart smarts at what he finds. Christian and Max at the kitchen table, Max with his head bowed and his arms wrapped around himself, trembling minutely under the weight of his own sobs, and Christian’s hand curled around his forearm, trying to console him.

Toto doesn’t stay to watch. He understands this is a private moment, Max sought Christian out because he trusts him, and Toto doesn’t want to break that trust by barging in on a moment as honest as this. But before he turns his back on the scene he chances a last look, not at Max, but at his husband, with an unusual softness to him, a tender gentleness in the way he holds Max in the only way he can, with a hand wrapped around the boy’s arm and his thumb stroking the exposed skin. Toto can’t help but think he chose well.

I will send out an army to find you In the middle of the darkest night It's true, I will rescue you.

[hydrachea]

You're the first person i've encountered here/on twt who ships the SH polycule 😭 everywhere I go it's nuclear family this girl dad blade that

I know anon, I know. It's dire for us out there.

It's not even that I don't think they're found family. They very much are. It's that found family doesn't mean found father found mother and found children, and yet it's apparently all people can come up with for some reason. And not only does it limit how you can appreciate their relationship, but I'm also really not a fan of the resulting constant infantilization of Silver Wolf and now Firefly by... Most people at this point. You don't have to ship the four of them together, but I sure would appreciate if people didn't treat these two like Blade and Kafka's teenage daughters just because they have short models.

I can't tell you how grateful I am that Firefly called them all her partners in 2.3. Not her allies, not her teammates, her partners. And that Jade, from her outsider point of view, called their relationship "strong and intimate". They all love each other so deeply, it's everything to me.

This ship may be so tiny you might as well call it a raft but believe me when I say I'm sailing it as far as it can go.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Did I read somewhere in the tags "I love this concept I want to do more with it"? I'll gladly yap and ramble!

I've listening to music box songs lately, very emotional and melancholic so this anon here is in the mood for some good angst but needs fluff too. I'll keep referring to Abyss Vessel Reader as such, mainly to sort the AUs, but if you have other label for them I'll take it too.

So Abyss Vessel!Reader probably can touch others, Skirk and Arlecchino can after all, but they have a lot of power within. Maybe Reader it's like that too, surprisingly, their Abyssal power doesn't corrupt other people further and they're immune to it... they're completely immune to it after years of harnessing it, living with it, fusing with it to the point it has become a core part of themselves. Any area afflicted by Abyssal power doesn't affect them in the slightest, and sometimes they don't control their strength in fighting.

They're touch starved to some extent, they must be nomads with an imposing appearance and/or aura; forming meaningful relationships after being manipulated it's difficult for them, and having been forced to do things by the people of the now fallen Khaenri'ah must have made them develop trust issues too. I'd love a Reader who's this Abyssal human-like being but so jarred and scarred emotionally that they are the most tender and kind people one could find, always aching when they see what the Abyss does to others or the land. But even if they're such a gentle soul, they're extremely lonely...or they were, until they met Foul Legacy, and for once they felt somewhat understood not only by him but also Childe, because both have witnessed the horrors and the beauty of the Abyss, and both share those lightless eyes.

Maybe I rambled too much? I lost track of it in the middle. Sorry, my train of thought is more like a rollercoaster

— 🕯️ Anon

*scribbles down notes furiously* keep talking KEEP TALKINGGGG

it's as if all the kindness and light the Abyss could have had was coalesced into your being, despite the corrosion flowing through your veins. you cry bitterly upon seeing what the Abyss has done to the upper world, tears coming out thick and purple and glimmering as you sob against Foul Legacy's shoulders. all he can do is hold you close, running his claws up and down your back with comforting croons and trills. he tries to keep you away from those places, but sometimes you insist on seeing the carnage for yourself, wondering if it's your fault or if the ones who caged you are to blame. perhaps if you just played your role, this wouldn't have happened. maybe you should have just suffered in silence. Legacy growls quietly, tightening his grip and gently nipping at your cheek. stop that. those thoughts. they're horrid little lies trying to consume you inside and out. he doesn't stop holding you until your trembles finally cease, and even then he just adjusts his hold on you, carefully

Foul Legacy, sweet, adorable, wonderful Foul Legacy. you call him your own savior, your miracle, for he saved you from your eternal loneliness. now he goes wherever you go, everywhere and nowhere, until the ends of Teyvat. and he's soft towards you as well, so soft and gentle, curling around you at night and constantly nudging against you during the day. it's a reminder that he's here, just for you, that he's never going to leave. you're both cursed creatures, after all. with no one but each other. Legacy gingerly traces the cracks in your skin, the Abyssal energy on the verge of seeping out as he purrs softly, bumping his forehead against your own in an attempt to get you to pet his hair. the purr turns to a steady rumble as your hands weave through his coppery locks, and for the first time in years, you cry happy tears

[pkmn-smashorpass]

I should have been prepared for the ghost fuckers but I sure wasn’t