#I salute you OP

[anoradraws]

-- And I don't blame him! Those UBs are NUTS!! ('Cept for Kartana, that's my fav UB.😜)

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/117354690

Was discussing the Ultra Beast thing with a friend and I also recently finished watching 'Smiling Friends' so my brain just went to this XD A more angsty/weird/wholesome piece is coming up too that same friend and I also were diving into, but this idea hit me first.

[wuthering-tempest]

do you think their cycles ever

[fictionkinfessions]

Being one piece fictionkin and finding zero people to relate to or interact with because you arent a canon character and also a fishman 👁👄👁

It's hard to interact with people because everyone seems to only care about relationships but im over here wanting to recreate maps and document different cultures and traditions along the grand line

x

[stardustandsavages]

op's commitment to providing the people with the crap they were promised is truly inspiring

how long should I expect it to take before I see my submission(s)? it's been over a month now, not upset, merely curious

I depends on how terrible your photo was, honestly; without shuffling the queue is a couple months long (as long as 2-3 months, I have ~400 in queue, set to publish 5 per day). Every week or so, I go through the queue from the bottom to the top, and send the worst stuff to the top (and since I'm working bottom to top, it ends up still in submission order from oldest first to newest last), so if your pic is not among the worst, it could be awhile.

If your pic was actually pretty good, I do delete "good" photography, or sometimes stuff that's just "photography" if it's not got anything particularly crappy about it. If I am putting stuff in the queue and I have to sit debating on "is this crap photography, or just photography..." for too long, it's too good for this blog. I've had people send photos that are clear, up close, good poses, etc and those just aren't considered crap photos, and I promised to bring everyone the worst that people could take, not just bird photography. I DO try to strike as good of a balance as possible, since I don't like to do this, I want everyone to be able to participate, but I also have to have some kind of standards to maintain for folks who came here to see crap.

If someone's photo is REALLY crap and/or makes me laugh hard when I see it, sometimes I will just insta-publish it.

If you're anxious, you can always message me with a username and I will have a look through the queue for you.

[lilcreaturethingfromthewoods]

One of my favourite scenes in One Piece comes up in Wano - actually just after the Gear 5 fight. Luffy's in the air, just finished his battle, and then all the lanterns drift up from below as these beautiful golden lights:

And then we zoom in and we see all the prayers written on the lanterns and they're all just.

'Let me feed my children.'

'Help me provide for my family.'

'Please save us from the scary dragon.'

All of them are so simple and just so devastatingly human. These people don't know about the pirate alliance. They don't need to know the depth of corruption in the land. All they want is to keep themselves and their loved ones safe, well-fed, happy, and FREE. Because they aren't politicians or leaders or anyone involved in power play - they're PEOPLE.

One Piece is such a deeply human show, and it's moments like these where we can see past the goofy fun into its hopeful, living, human heart.

[snowstories]

fyi i haven't been talking on here for a variety of reasons (one of them: the new post editor is glitchy as fuck for me, with issues such as 'not letting me use the enter key' and 'only sometimes letting me use the backspace key') but just as an update: I've decided to play through every legend of zelda game I feasibly can, finished a link to the past, link's awakening dx, and oracle of ages, am currently playing oracle of seasons and breath of the wild, and I'm still very VERY normal about marin and I may have reached my breaking point and might actually start going through her tag. those who shall die salute you.

[tweetyblr]

phystory

Throwback to when I bought tickets for the Terrible Influence tour and made a 22-slide presentation for my best friend who I forced to go to the show with me because she had never heard of Dan and Phil before and I didn't want her to be lost. ONLY FOR THE ENTIRE FIRST FIVE MINUTES OF THE SHOW TO MAKE MY WHOLE PRESENTATION REDUNDANT.

Anyways I spent a lot of time on the slideshow and if you wanna see it, here it is! It's very silly and probably not 100% accurate but I had fun :3

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

The op was over, but the smell of it still clung to you.

Your gear was soaked—your sleeves caked in dried blood that wasn’t yours, your hands still trembling faintly from the comedown. You sat on the edge of a metal arms case near the edge of the helipad, smoking like it was the only thing anchoring you to the earth.

Eyes glassy. Distant. A battlefield still raging in your head.

Price spotted you first. He sighed quietly to himself, nudged Gaz, and said, “Come on. Introductions.”

Trailing behind them were two new faces: Soap and Ghost. Fresh blood for 141. And when they spotted you—smeared in gore, eyes hollowed by adrenaline, completely silent—they both hesitated.

Ghost muttered under his breath, “You sure she’s alive?” “I’m not sure she wants to be,” Gaz said, looking back at him.

Price just kept walking. “Don’t mind her. Sometimes she comes back like this after a brutal op. Give her a few hours and a bottle of whisky, she’ll be fine.”

Soap blinked. He wasn’t sure if he should salute you or back away slowly.

“She always like that?” he asked, still watching as you exhaled smoke without looking at any of them.

“Only when it’s been ugly,” Gaz said, crossing his arms. “Which, clearly, it was.”

Price gestured toward you, sighing like he already regretted what was about to happen. “You lot, meet our finest. Most efficient. Least emotionally stable member of the team.”

They chuckled, but you didn’t move. Just sat there, expression unreadable, brows slightly furrowed like you were calculating how long it would take for them to leave.

Ghost offered a nod. Soap gave a cautious, “Alright there, lass?”

Nothing. Just a long, eerie stare.

And then—just as they turned to go—you lifted one hand, lazily flicked the cigarette, and pointed directly at Johnny.

“This one’s cute,” you said, voice gravelly, completely deadpan. “I call him.”

They all stopped.

Gaz choked. Ghost blinked. Price groaned.

“Oh hell,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t do this. Not again. Not after what you did to the last guy.”

Soap turned to Price, wide-eyed. “What happened to the last guy?” You just took another drag of your cigarette, gaze never leaving Soap.

Price exhaled. “They got cocky. She ate him alive.”

Soap, without missing a beat: “...Like, literally?”

You finally smirked. Just the tiniest twitch of your mouth.

Soap felt something spark deep in his soul—and his pants. Fear. Intrigue. Horny confusion.

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, trying (and failing) to sound unfazed. “I’ve been through worse.”

Gaz leaned in. “Mate. Don’t say that. She’ll take it as a challenge.”

And from your perch on the arms case, blood-streaked and quiet and terrifyingly calm, you whispered just loud enough for Soap to hear:

“I hope so.”

[heavenlybodies333]

Daddy’s girl -S.R

Spencer Reid x Hotch’s daughter!reader

“Don’t walk away from me,” Hotch’s voice cuts through the bullpen like a gunshot. The team freezes. No one dares to look up from their desks—except the new agent recruit. Spencer Reid watches as the girl in the pleated skirt and pressed white blouse turns back slowly, mouth twisted in irritation. She looks like she walked straight out of a catalog for expensive private schools.

“I came by to say hi after class,” you snap, arms folded. “Sorry for existing, Dad.” Dad? Spencer blinks. That’s Hotch’s daughter?

Hotch steps forward, a calm rage simmering behind his eyes. “You charged nearly two thousand dollars on that card this week. I warned you. Five missed classes in one week and a bar tab that could fund a tactical op? You’re done.”

“That was for my thesis!” you cut in.

Hotch doesn’t flinch. “Give me the card.”

“No.”

“Now.” as he held his hand out sternly.

“You’re actually doing this in front of everyone?” you hiss, hopping off JJ’s desk. “Right now?”

His tone doesn’t shift. “Now.” You roll your eyes, with an exaggerated sigh, you yank the black AMEX from your bag and slap it into his palm.

He cuts it clean in half.

“Enjoy campus dining,” he says.

You glare at him. “I fucking hate you.”

“You’ll thank me someday,” Hotch says coolly.

You throw your hands up dramatically and spin on your heel to storm out, fury radiating off you like heat. But not before you pass Spencer’s desk—your eyes catch on the stack of neatly organized files beside his laptop. His poor, innocent desk. And with a perfectly manicured hand, you swipe your arm across it, sending the entire pile of case files flying like paper snowflakes. Hotch raises his voice once again, “If you walk out this building your going to be looking at more than just your card taken away—”

You don’t even glance back. “Don’t wait up, Dad!” you shout, You keep walking, one middle finger raised in the air, aimed squarely at your father. Spencer watches you disappear through the elevator doors, your skirt swinging, attitude on full display.

“Jesus Christ,” Reid says with his eyebrows raised. “Who?”

“That,” Morgan says, clapping him on the back, “was the princess.”

“She’s—?”

Hotch sighs and rubs his temples. “My daughter.”

Spencer frowns, still staring at the papers on the floor. “She knocked over my files.” Emily shrugs. “She once crashed her Porsche into Hotch’s SUV and blamed the parking lot security.” Morgan pats him on the shoulder, laughing. “Welcome to the BAU, rookie.” The team goes back to their work like this is normal—because it is. Except for Spencer, who’s still carefully re-stacking the files you knocked over, eyes darting toward Hotch’s office every few seconds like the man might implode. 2 minutes later, Hotch appears again. But this time, he’s got his suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, and that special kind of father-is-done-with-your-shit face.

“Garcia, if she tries to swipe her badge again, deactivate it,” he says as he strides past.

“On it, sir,” she says with a salute, but she’s smiling. Everyone is. They’ve seen this before.

Spencer watches, confused. “Where’s he going?”

Morgan grins. “You’re about to witness a tactical extraction of a different kind.”

“Extraction?” Spencer echoes.

“Yeah. Of his daughter’s attitude.”

Outside in the parking lot, your phone buzzes again. You don’t check it. You already know what it says. You’ve barely made it to your car—keys in hand, still fuming—when you hear the sharp, familiar sound of polished dress shoes striking concrete.

Shit. Shit. Shit. You don’t even have time to climb into the driver’s seat before your dad’s voice cuts through the parking garage like a warning shot.

“Don’t you dare get in that car.”

You freeze with the door halfway open.

“Dad—”

“Out.” His tone is clipped, controlled, and unmistakably pissed. “Now.”

You slam the car door shut and turn around dramatically, arms crossed, “I already left. I made my exit. That was the whole point.”

“You made a scene. You humiliated yourself. And you disrespected someone on my team who’s done nothing to deserve it.”

You roll your eyes. “God, I barely touched the files.”

Hotch doesn’t budge. “You knocked over a federal agent’s files and flipped me off in front of my team. You’re going to walk back inside and apologize like an adult. Get. Upstairs.”

You push off the car and strut past him, tossing over your shoulder, “But you’re not getting a thank you. I’m doing this under protest.” He exhales like he’s bargaining with God not to lose his temper.

Back in the bullpen, Spencer is still carefully re-stacking the files when he hears the elevator ding again. He looks up—expecting Garcia, maybe—but freezes when he sees you marching in behind Hotch, arms crossed, lips pursed, sunglasses still on like you’re shielding yourself from the humility of being dragged back.

The entire team watches in silence. You come to a stop in front of Reid. Your chin’s high, your tone flat. “I’m sorry I knocked over your files or whatever.”

Reid, stunned by your sudden change in demeanor blinks, “Oh. Uh—thank you. It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” your dad says behind you. “Say it like you mean it.”

You groan, “I’m sorry,” you say, voice syrupy-sweet now. “I didn’t mean to take my daddy issues out on you, Doctor Reid.” Spencer’s eyes widen. His brain short-circuits. “Oh my God,” Morgan mutters under his breath, laughing. Garcia fans herself. “I can’t breathe.”

“Okay,” Hotch snaps, clearly at the edge of his sanity. “We’re done here. Go back to class.”

You flash a sugary smile. “Of course, Daddy. Love ya.” You start toward the elevator again, this time with a little bounce in your step, Just as the doors begin to close, you shoot Reid a parting glance, tilt your head innocently, and say “Nice cardigan, by the way.”

a/n: I had no business writing this but here we are

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[louderfade]

petition to convince tumblr user @theworstbob to return to reviewing top 100 billboard hits on his highly amusing, largely unnoticed personal blog bc this is some of the best content on the internet. i spent four hours reading these posts in order to bring the best moments to those of you who practice decent time management or have jobs/defensible priorities in life. here are some personal favorites:

[brltpop]

[clairewritesfanfics]

hey! I have a tiny request

What would you think the Invincible!Variants would react if they see an Invincible!Reader?

Like, on their universes (Y/N) would be dead but it just happens that in one of the few universe where they are alive is one where she is invincible and now she is fighting in the invincible wars with them :D

(it’s my first request so I’m kinda confused on how it works 😔)

a/n: I went for a sillier approach with this one so it’s different from my usual narrative style (and by extension, sloppier than I would’ve wanted) but it was so much fun to write. I also took a few liberties with how Reader is able to fight because I only write Y/N as an OP baddie or an Everyman. There are no in-betweens in my delusions. Basically, she uses technology to fight, but she wears the Invincible colors in honor of her dead Mark. Happy reading.

Angstrom Levy watched as the mirror images of his sworn enemy gathered together. 

“I think we have all the Mark Graysons that we need.”

“Great.” The one whose cowl lacked any lenses cupped his fist. “Time to spill some blood.”

“Not so fast.”

“What?”

One last portal shimmered to life next to Angstrom and from it stepped out someone who was most definitely not Mark Grayson.

Angstrom motioned towards you. “Invincibles, meet Invincible.”

You wore a pair of goggles over your yellow cowl and there was a utility belt around your waist. You looked more like a cosplayer than a genuine Invincible. 

You were you but you were not you. Not the one they knew and loved and lost. The person they adored would have never donned such an outfit.

You raised a weak hand in salutation. A wry smile offered. “Hi there.” 

Every single version of the man tensed with emotion, their fists clenching beside them. Some of them stared at you, frozen. Others wanted to slam the teleporting freak to the wall.

“What’s the meaning of this, Angstrom!?”

“You said you only needed Mark Graysons, so–”

“–why is my dead wife here?”

Angstrom motioned for them to cool themselves. “I needed Invincibles. This one isn’t like any of you, but she took up the mantle when he died.”

Silence fell over the room.

Then, the one with a Mohawk protested, “She doesn’t belong here. She’s still just a human, isn’t she? Wearing a colorful costume won’t change that.”

You stood motionless despite his harsh words. 

“I wouldn’t be so quick to judge if I were you,” Angstrom said. “She destroyed her Earth in the span of an afternoon.”

Their eyes flickered over to you, but again, you showed no emotion.

“She’s here as… back up, in case you all fail.”

Five Marks flew towards him but stopped when you stood between them. Even with these many Viltrumites, you stood firm. Without your goggles, they could see you clearly. Gaunt, nose a little different, cheeks more sunken than what they were used to. Tired. 

Angstrom smiled.

Even if these fools knew that the person they loved was gone, they couldn’t bring themselves to raise a hand against your ghost, so they backed off.

Head Cap

Oliver slammed himself against the man’s back, but the Invincible copycat merely rotated his shoulders. “Thanks, I think you fixed it,” he let out a sound of pleasure. “Now, let’s fix you.”

The boy raised his arms to guard.

Several pros came to intercept, hitting this Mark with everything they got.

Before Oliver could move to help them, pure white beams struck his saviors. He could see through the gaping holes in their torsos before they fell over. Only he and Invincible were left standing.

His brother’s lookalike lifted his head, grinning as he raised both his thumbs in approval. “Thanks for the assist, babe!” 

Oliver followed his gaze up. 

It was… it wasn’t his brother, but the woman hovering above them wore the trademark yellow, blue and black Mark used to wear. The same bug-eyed goggles covered your eyes. Your lips were in a straight line.

You landed between the two guys. 

“You don’t have to stay and help me kill this one, I got it all under control.”

You threw a disc at Oliver, and it formed a blue, transparent cube around him. Despite his efforts, he could not punch through the walls.

“Do you know who this child is?” 

Mark cocked his head.

“He’s your half-brother.”

“Ah.” He let out a low chuckle, his sadistic smile turned resentful. “Dad’s other project, huh?”

“Mark couldn’t do it. He hated his brother, but even for him killing an infant was uncharted territory.”

“And he asked you to do it? What an asshole.” He sounded almost protective. 

You laughed. “He didn’t ask me to do anything, I just didn’t want him to be sad anymore.”

He stared at Oliver, still hitting the cube, even ramming his shoulder at the wall.

“...How did it feel?”

“I can’t remember to be honest, all I remember is Mark thanking me.” You recalled him holding you in his arms and kissing you all night. “Nothing else matters to me but him.” 

He snuck a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye.

You returned to the air. “The kinetic field around the kid will expire in a minute. So if you're going to kill him, be prepared."

Mark watched you fly away, fists clenching beside him as he thought about the other you, the one who was so soft she couldn’t bring herself to kill the mice in the kitchen. Gentle until the day she died. 

Flaxan Mark

One good electromagnetic pulse was all you needed to disarm the GDA. Concentrated antimatter bullets would ensure that their undead army won’t be returning. 

You decapitated Donald and Cecil in one swift motion. You didn’t have any strong feelings for either of them so there was no need for a painful death.

You watched Mark sit up, rubbing his head.

“Are you all right?” You asked, walking over to him.

He met your gaze, quiet as he examined you. 

This Mark seemed more composed than the others, more mature, too.

“I watched the footage.” You gestured around you. “You must really hate this place to gut it so mercilessly.”

He looked at you and said, “They killed you.” He raised his hands, looking at something visible only to him. “While I was gone, they took you. Wanted to see if they could use our baby to make someone better, someone more loyal to the humans.”

He closed his fists. “They deserve to burn, all of them.”

You folded your hands behind your back. There was nothing you could say to that.

No Goggles

Mark laughed maniacally as he struck down monster after monster. “Come on! You can do better than that, can't you? Come on, this is amazing! Kill me!”

A finger snapped from a distance and a bright light pierced the darkness, scaring the creatures away. “Hey, come back!”

“Mark,” called out an exasperated voice.

He gasped when you walked towards him, looking disappointed. 

He flew over to wrap his arms around you. “Shit, I wanted to talk to you earlier but there was never the right time, plus we had to destroy the whole world and all that, but God, you really are a babe wherever, or maybe whenever is the correct word–”

You pinched his lips. “We should leave first. Try to talk less, okay?”

He nodded obediently and you let go.

A portal cut open the white void, revealing a blue sky.

Before you could leave, the faintest whispers called out to you, “Mo…ther…”

Mark blinked and glanced at the corners where the darkness lingered. “Am I crazy or did those things just call you mother?”

“Yes and yes.”

You grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the Shadow-Verse and onto the sky above Chicago.

“Whoa…” Mark looked down at his feet. “Am I walking on air? Not flying but walking?”

“Yeah.” You sat down and watched him do cartwheels. 

“How long can I keep doing this?”

“For as long as I let you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Reaaaally?” 

“You can run, jump and do all the cartwheels you want until you drop dead and you still won’t fall, not unless I let you, but I’m getting tempted so you better start flying now.”

He chuckled and sat next to you, pulling his knees to his chest. “You’re dead in my reality.”

“I know.”

“You killed yourself.”

“Is that so?”

“It really fucked me up, in the brain and stuff.” He made a swooshing motion, pointing at his temple.

“I can imagine.”

He fell silent and watched you watch the world get destroyed below you.

He then asked, “Why did those things call you mother?”

“Honestly, I don’t know why they would. In my world, it makes sense. I created them, then I carved out a piece of time and space where I could discard them when they proved useless to me.”

He blinked. “Wow. You created the Shadow-Verse?”

“Well, the one in my world, yes. As for the ones here?” You shrugged. “My hypothesis is that there was a window between the pocket dimensions, causing them to mix.”

“That’s so cool!”

“I know. And Angstrom thinks he’s all that.”

“Can I ask a question?”

“You’ve been asking a lot.”

“If you can do all this, why didn’t you just hop worlds? Get yourself a new Mark? I’d be happy to be kidnapped.”

You chuckled and then looked up at the sky. “Who knows.”

Omni-Mark and Shiesty

The two of them were ganging up on this timeline’s Mark Grayson when Eve pushed them away with a giant pink wall.

You grabbed her cape and then dragged her away from the three. “You’re dead weight to him. Stay here if you want to live,” you ordered.

When you turned around, a heavy shackle enveloped your arm, chaining you to herself with a thick fuchsia rope.

You sighed. “Truly an idiot in every reality.”

“I saw you–you’re with those guys. I don’t know why you saved me but I know that you’re bad news.”

You gave her a look that reminded Eve of an unforgiving winter. Her heart pounded violently as she struggled to breathe. She's faced death before, faced villains as strong as Mark himself, but nothing made her buckle the way you did at this moment.

She swallowed her fear despite her shaking hands. “Surrender now.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll have to take you by force.” 

“Oh?” For the first time since you’ve arrived in this damned universe, you smirked, turning your whole body to face hers directly. “You’re welcome to try.”

You tapped the pink construct, shattering it into a thousand fragments. In a split second, you were pinning her down the ground. "Is that it?"

You grabbed her chin and forced her eyes to look directly into yours. “I am unimpressed.” Your goggles shone red and Eve screamed.

She rolled around the dirt, cradling her head and gasping in pain.

“Eve!”

Your suit’s electromagnetic force field flashed blue as the Invincible of this world tried to hit you. “What did you do to her?!”

“No need to look so angry,” you said, face blank. “This is a mercy compared to what I did to the other one.” That Eve died brutally, but so quickly you didn’t even get the chance to laugh. 

You then vanished from the ground, reappearing between the two hovering Marks. “Let’s go.”

Shiesty turned to you. “Why?”

“There’s no point in fighting him now, he’s going to choose her, probably hide away for a few hours.”

“What makes you think that?”

Omni-Mark answered instead, looking straight at you, "Because we would've chosen you if we were in his place."

Aftermath

All of the Marks kept their eyes on you while they waited for Angstrom. Some of them had the decency to be subtle. Others, like the adorable little freak who got stuck in the Shadow-Verse, looked just about ready to hump you.

Bored, you turned your attention to the Mark without a mask, suit tainted with blood. “You look at me differently than the others do.”

His hands twitched but he kept them close together in front of him as he answered, “It’s just… you weren’t a woman where I come from.”

“How fascinating. Not outside the realm of probability though. If anything, me being a girl in these guys' universes is odd.”

He tilted his head. How cute.

“Contrary to popular belief, a child’s biological sex is not a 50/50 chance. It’s slightly more likely to be a boy than a girl.” You leaned towards him. “Tell me, was I any handsome?”

Taken aback, he blinked. Then he closed his eyes, smiling before he faced you again. “You’re always breathtaking.”

Your brow twitched and you looked away, crossing your arms.

The others watched, unhappy. Various emotions layered onto each other, growing heavier with the silence. 

“What’s taking him so long?” 

Tired of waiting, you folded one leg over the other. A whole tea set manifested before you, turning the tense silence into awkward awe.

Shiesty floated closer to you while you dropped a sugar cube into your teacup. “Hey, uh, I didn't get to ask earlier, but what the Hell did you do to Eve?”

The teacups dispersed, delivering themselves to the different variants. Too confused to do anything else, they accepted their shares. The little jar containing sugar cubes bounced between them, a parade of silver teaspoons right behind it. A three tier platter stayed in the middle of the circle they formed.

Shiesty took a mini quiche and gave it a taste.

The veil fluttered, revealing a slither of his jaw. 

Unconsciously, you reached over to trace the corner of his face. 

He flinched and you pulled back. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I last saw Mark this close. Anyway,” you started, gently blowing on the tea, “I took away her powers.”

“I see.” He plopped a sugar cube into his cup before he realized what you just said. “What? You can do that? All you did was flash a red light at her!”

Omni-Mark stared at his tea for a while. He then said, “You lobotomized her.”

“I did.” 

The other Marks turned to you. “What?”

Shiesty gave them a brief explanation of what happened. “You should’ve seen it, it was hella hilarious–and hot. The other guy couldn’t even land a punch.”

“Whoa, backup.” It was Mohawk this time. “Lobotomized her? As in brain surgery? In the field?”

You shrugged. “It wasn’t that complicated.” You watched a superhero do it before–granted, it was a cartoon but it gave you the idea for a powerful skill. 

You opened your palm, showing a holographic display of the human brain. “Superhumans are just mutated humans, and for someone like Eve whose mutation is psionic-based, all I needed to do was find the abnormal gyri in her brain that differentiate hers from that of ordinary people.” Several portions of the brain glowed. “My goggles can let me see through things, like human skulls, and they’re built with a precision laser perfect for neurosurgery.” 

“I don’t get it,” Omni-Mark said. “Why didn’t you just kill her?”

You traced the rim of your teacup. “Eve, like many heroes, ties her self-worth and identity to her powers. I already killed her before. I didn’t feel anything…”

You smiled at them, it was a sweet and innocent smile that took them back to nicer times. “Rather than murder, forcing her to live a life where she is no longer special feels more satisfying. For someone like her, losing her gift must feel like the sky is falling.” You do regret not being there to see her face when she realizes what happened. Will she cry? Scream some more? Fall into despair? 

You covered your curling mouth. “Ah, what a shame.”

a/n: I'm sorry, I couldn't include all the Marks, and I'm really sorry for the sloppy writing. I was going to write more scenes, specifically for Retro/Gogglesinvincible/the one who Rex killed, but I wrote this between breaks and I really wanted to post it immediately.

Dear Readers, if you have any questions or further requests, feel free to send them now because i will be closing my ask box this upcoming Sunday. MASTERLIST | request rules | ask box

Disclaimer: The images above are not mine but are screenshots from the Invincible TV series.

[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#67 Ballsy sea men

Giant Kraken Mermaid/Triton Monster Y/n, The number one star ruler of all the seven seas...flipping Cala Maria...if you will...and the BALLSY pirate men trying to hit that-

Younger!Whitebeard: Me sweet, I present to ye…

Kraken!Y/n*Hisses, looking down at the ship and a loud human*

Younger!Whitebeard: …a token of my love.

Whitebeard holds out a big, heart-shaped box

Younger!Whitebeard:- A symbol of my enduring devotion, my undying affection!-

Kraken!Y/n*Unimpressed by him* You talk too much.

You swim away, leaving a large tidal wave that trembles the ship, the Whitebeard pirates gasp in horror, from the giant wave as you leave

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Kraken!Y/n*Is sitting on the island shore, allowing...kid shanks and Buggy to be cradled in their hand to sleep*You know fear is a useful survival response Roger...like...RIGHT NOW?~

Your eyes turn snake-like, mouth opening to show rows...and rows of sharp teeth and hair turning into snakes...the roger pirates feeling the atmosphere drop...the air is thick...with dread as your hissing voice shakes the island...

Kraken!Y/n:CAN YOU FEEL IT?~

Roger*Feeling his hands tremble*....

Rayleigh*Feels his whole body paralized by instict on fear*

(6)Buggy*Sneezes awake*...??

Kraken!Y/n*Notices the pretty hair child is awake and returns to "normal", paying attention to the children*

Roger:...Do they scare you just a tiny bit?...

Rayleigh:...Who?Them?...Yes

Roger:...Pretty hot huh

Rayleigh:...

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Cried the Sergeant looking up Our hero feebly answered: Yes, and then they stood him up He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked And he ain't gonna jump no more

Garp*Starring at the terror monster of all the seven seas, sending ships to their ends in tides, doing the math in his mind...between you and him*....

Kraken!Y/n*Facing the hot shot new hero of the marines, seeing him holding a ring*....

Garp*Punched the hell outta ship steering while into a wing big enough for your hand , holding it up to you ,saluting his men*

Marines*Looking at their leader...saluting him back...outta respect for shooting his shot*...

Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die

*Sees old men*...doing gods work here-

[livingmeatloaf]

[ID: a gif of two people holding massive aromantic and asexual flags in a field, each flag easily twice their body lengths in height. The flags blow elegantly in a steong wind. End ID.]

Plaintext of the previous posts:

sunny-s1de-upp: everyone stand for the fag

sunny-s1de-upp: flag flag I meant flag

thatqueervampire: standing for the fag

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[richeeduvie]

SHIFTING ✭ DRABBLE

When witnessing you "flirting" with Robby, Jack attempts to cope with the way you, or the feelings he has for you, are changing him.

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THE LENGTHS PART ONE

PART ONE DESCRIPTION: Jack meets the new nurse Robbie's been fawning over, only to then take the next couple of nights to pathetically cope with what he's feeling for the peppy, sunny young woman he's just met.

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Think of Jack Abbott not being able to help the man he's becoming because of you. There's almost a point where he wants to blame you, but he'd never do that. He could never do that. But there's the problem, as capable and beautiful as you are, he shouldn't think you're perfect. Or innocent. Even in love. Even when he can finally accept the way his bones tense and his blood rushes around you, even when he becomes brave and secure enough in himself to almost feel entitled to the way he thinks and feels about you. He shouldn't look at you with a reverence you'd only reserve for...God. Or Jesus. Either one.

This is not the man he is. Even when he's falling for someone. What exactly are you doing to him?

"You're biting your lip again. That's your "I'm about to yell at Robby through the margins of the chart" face. What is it?"

There's nothing like sound mechanical symphony of beeping monitors and overhead pages to aid in witnessing you flirting with Robby yet fucking again. It would've been a month ago that Jack's annoyance would've been chalked up to the slight unprofessionalism of you two distracting him and other staff, but Jack can...possibly admit it now, he thinks it's flirting, and it's getting to him.

It's just that, even if he likes you, why is it getting to him so fucking badly?

"Excuse me, I never yell at you through the chart. And I am also...just now...communicating feedback."

"...No. You never have. But I'm sure I'll agree with your passive-aggressive, very legible "feedback."

"I've been told my handwriting is perfectly readable and bubbly."

"Much like yourself. I agree."

You laugh, nudging Robby with your elbow. Dr. Robby to you. Always professional in name, even if you're practically turning Jack's best friend into mush.

Jack squeezes the clipboard in his hand when he stops hiding behind the corner. A month ago, even if your peppy conversations with others spread like wildfire over his chest, the guy would've never actually have stopped behind the wall to eavesdrop on said conversation...to collect more material to get pissed at.

He's not the same man he was a month ago, and he's certainly not the guy he used to be before he met you. But he guesses that's the point, every time you meet someone, you'll never be the same person you were the second before they walk through the door.

And every time you catch his eye and offer that blinding, casual smile, Jack has no choice but to think the person he's regressing into is worth it if it means he has you. You. You. You.

Awfully capable and genius and horrifically beautiful.

But still, Jack hates the twitch of his jaw when he realizes that smile you're giving him right now is a shared one. Not completely his. That it would've been if you just stuck to night shifts like he suggested.

"How’s that post-op gallbladder doing in 9?"

You salute him. Robby smiles something at him that's almost an amused disbelief. But why are you amused, brother? You know her so well, you work together in ease as if you've known her more than the four months she's been working in the Pitt.

"Stable. Labs are improving. I already rechecked his hemoglobin, too—holding steady."

"Good. Let me know if his belly gets tense or he spikes again. No heroic discharges."

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

Jack nods. Starts to walk away.

"That’s her way of saying, 'Don’t micromanage me, old man.' Am I on the nose or--”

Jack blinks to the floor when you laugh. He stops mid-stride and turns slightly.

"Stop, you’re gonna get me reassigned to nights."

Just enough to let his eyes linger on his best friend. The closest man he's ever known. One of the best doctors he's ever seen. Jack could hope that if you were another pretty and sickeningly wonderful girl, the grip of his fists would be just as tight as it is now, because the ridiculous hellfire of his pangy-fucky-jealousy wouldn't be the result of you and you alone. It'd be on him.

It'd be on the type of man he becomes when he...when he...

“What was wrong with your night shifts?”

“…Nothin, Dr. Abbott. Just riffing.”

"Well. Glad you two are enjoying yourselves."

...When he falls in love. Fuck him.

But this is not him. The way his voice goes flat and casual is not him, but it's what he says and what he feels because of you and you and you--this sunny little nurse who knows too much for her own good.

There’s a beat. A weird silence. Robby furrows his brow. You straighten instinctively, and Jack almost feels guilty, but that held confidence in his sharp, accusing quip is also who you're making him become. And maybe he'll be sorry for that.

"We are, yeah. Helps the shift go by faster."

"Right. I'll see you."

Jack walks off without another word. Sure. Maybe he'll be sorry for that tonight. Maybe he won't be when he gets home, because he'll be too close to blaming you when he thinks of every time you've smiled at him today, and he wonders--no, he thinks that you have to know.

"Did I miss something?"

"No… I mean, I don’t think so."

And Jack could be sorry when your voice betrays the uncertainty...when it almost sounds...hurt. He can't because he isn't there, but if he were-- if Jack saw how his comments spiked you, maybe he'd actually try to stop himself from the man he's becoming.

But he doesn't. So. He'll act like this all over again tomorrow. He's very proud of himself.

"Did you see her handle that psych hold last night? You know, when I was a kid, I was a huge fan of WWE...for some reason, and that's what it was. He was swinging that chair like he was in WWE and she--"

Jack pauses at the sound of your name.

"She kept her cool. And he was handled like that. I would've cried. Maybe."

"Enough with the goo-goo talk, Mel."

"You would've cried."

Mel says her statement to Santos in a way that isn't unkind, just flat.

"I--no! I would've been the last person to bawl. But...yeah, it's almost resent-able, the way it's like she's made of chamomile tea and ten hits of morphine."

"Um...I don't think, maybe--that resent-able's a word?"

"It’s wild, isn’t it? I know she’s a nurse, but every newbie follows her around like she’s an attending. It’s kinda hot."

"Um. I wouldn't say hot--"

"Work with me, Mel. Please. You're brilliant and no, HR is not right around the corner."

Jack can see Mel smile from where he's standing, as if it's worn with an "Oh, yeah. I can do this."

"Just be careful. I have a mind to think that, possibly, Dr. Robinavitch is already interested in her. Please don't tell anyone that I even think that. I don't--really even think that? It's more so an observation that could totally be misconstrued as--"

"Yeah, well...he probably wouldn't be the only one."

"...Who are we referring to?"

The girls leave with singular laughter, but Jack doesn't move. And again, he'd never linger on a conversation just to make himself...twitch, and get tense.

But here he is, his face calm with a breathing that's steady--but shallow, sharp. He stares at the floor as if trying to reason with himself. It’s nothing. They were joking. It was just talk.

But the words—not the only one—they keep echoing.

Who else? Who else but Robby and everyone fucking else?

His mind flashes to how you laughed with Robby earlier in the day, tossing a roll of gauze at his head. How you snuck a granola bar into Perlah's and Mohan’s scrub pockets, or the way you called Santos "Santi" while you patched her up and got her tested when she got stuck with a needle.

Everyone loves you. Everyone's drawn to you. But before, that would've only been an observation, something to tease you over. Not something to turn make his fist bleed.

He bled for people before, got his leg blown up for them. Killed for them, in a different life. But that was for country, and even though that’s a lie in itself, that made sense. There was purpose he found in that for a moment.

How is his rage and blood and...entitlement over you purpose? Even if he could ever...ever actually love you mutually? How could this all be worth something?

Who else?

"Abbott! What--what happened? What the fuck happened?"

Jack opens his fist. He didn't realize he was dripping onto the floor, that thin line made by the depths of his nails. He blinks at his wound, and barely at Dana.

"Jack, you alright?"

"...I guess it's time for sutures. I didn't mean to--wow. Did not mean to color the floor. Sorry, Dana. I'll call Ahmad, I think he's on tonight."

"...Jack--"

Jack begins to walk away, he can feel their charge nurse follow and fail to.

"Do not clean this up. That's not your job. Hell, it's not Ahmad's. I'll be back with towels."

Is that it? Would it feel any more...worth it if he did have you? Would he be easier on the man he's becoming if he had you? God, hopefully not. Hopefully he'd get his fucking act together, because look. Apparently, it's dangerous. Bloody.

Either way, he'd have to become worthy of having you in the first place, and that's never gonna fucking happen.

[seungfl0wer]

*Hyunjin Calling You Clingy*

Paring: Hyunjin x Reader (GN)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Arguing, Cursing, Op Accidentally Punches Hyune in the nose, Blood Mentions, Not Proofread

This is part of a series find the others here:

Bangchan, Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, Han, Felix, Seungmin, Jeongin

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Today was a rough day for your boyfriend or so you heard. Walking into the dorms Han was leaving to go get food when he smiled at you “ah y/n good thing you’re here Hyunjins in a bad mood, maybe you can make him feel better” he said as he put on his jacket. “Why? What happened?” You asked surprise because he hadn’t said anything about it. “Oh you know choreograph not going well, he also got into a small argument with Changbin about it so it’s not going to well.” He said as he opened the door to leave. “I’ll try my best” you salute standing there him laughing as he left.

You made your way to his room knocking not wanting to barge in when he was already upset “what!” He said loudly “Jinnie it’s me!” You said trying to put on the happiest voice you could. You could hear him sighing as he came to the door unlocking it he walked back to what he was doing not even greeting you at the door.

“Hi baby” you said with a sickening sweet smile. “Hi” is all he said back his voice a bit cold as he continued to paint. “Ooh whatcha painting?” You asked moving behind him to watch. To you, you were just watching him to him, it felt like you were hovering over. “Can you not stand so close?” He said moving his chair up a bit. Your eyebrows raised a bit “mhm” you said moving back sitting on the bed now.

“I’ve missed you!” You said smiling behind him. He didn’t say anything just “mmhm” to your words. You felt your heart become a bit heavy, feeling bad for him but also now bad you bothered him. You sat in silence for a few minutes before he spoke “so why are you here?” His tone coming off as annoyed.

“Oh uh.. just missed you.” Your voice trailing off at how he was being towards you. “You literally see me all the time.” He said rolling his eyes even though you couldn’t see it. “Yeah well I can still miss you haven’t see you at all today” you huffed from behind him. “and?” He said blankly “what do you mean and??” You questioned your voice becoming more aggressive. “And? Like why’s it such a bad thing not to see me? Why do you always have to be clingy and come in my personal space when I didn’t even ask you to.” His words hurt as they came out digging deeply into you.

“Did you really just call me clingy? Me? The one that tries giving you space and then you whine I’m not paying attention to you?” He argued back. “I don’t care how shitty your day was today why the fuck are you taking it out on me!” You continued making Hyune stop painting he turned his body to face you face red “My day was shit yeah, and all I wanted to do is come home and paint. I wanted to relax, cool down and do something I loved but no I’m forced to sit here listening to you bitch and complain.” His words were hot like lava spewing out of him like a volcano.

“Ive literally only said I fucking missed you, you asshole!” You said getting up. As you got up hyunjin went to move hitting the table he was working on and spilling the water all over his painting. His eyes went wide anger overcoming him “See what you fucking do! You fucking ruin everything!” He screamed at you now you could see tears start to fall down his cheek as he yelled. “Go home y/n! I don’t want to see you for a while!” He said his anger now turning into sobs.

He was so overwhelmed and stressed he just broke down. “Hyune..” you said softly reaching out for him “please.. just leave me alone right now.. I just want to be alone..” he said his voice cracking as he sobbed into his hands. “If.. if you do need me.. you know where I’m at..” you said getting up to leave to room. You ended up seeing Han as you got into your car your face saying everything about what had happened he could only give you a sad smile and wave as you drove back to your house.

It was about 2AM when you felt your bed dip down a bit, startled you jolted up punching whoever was there straight in the nose. “AH Fuck!” The familiar voice shrieked. You quickly turned on your bed side light to see your boyfriend there holding his now bleeding nose “Oh my fucking jinnie im so sorry!” You said your hands stuttering as you go to touch. “Honestly don’t be sorry after how I was today I deserved that.” He said getting up to head to your bathroom.

You followed him “don’t say that no matter how much we argue I’ll never think hitting you would solve things” you said grabbing a tissue to wipe his lips now stained with blood. You helped clean him up his eyes never meeting yours, he quickly grabbed your hand that was on his face looking up at you. “Y/n listen- im sorry for what I said it was out of anger.”

You nod “yeah no shit” your tone almost teasing “im being serious I know it’s not an excuse but everything just came crashing down and you coming over when I really needed time to clear my head just- made it worse im sorry i really am though.” He blabbed on. “They say you say things you’re to afraid of saying when your angry.” You said grabbing another tissue his nose still bleeding.

“No really y/n I-“ you cut him off “no Jinnie I get it really.. I am clingy and I do fuck things up a lot no biggie” you nonchalant words making his heart break “y/n your not-“ he tried you cutting him off again “listen.. you’re gonna say no and you didn’t mean it but the fact of the matter is I am clingy hyune I know I am. It’s something I’m gonna have to work on. However you’re gonna have to work on talking to me and communicating things. Tell me when you wanna be left alone before you get angry or just tell me through texts like ‘hey don’t come over it’s me time’ something hyune” you rambled.

He looked up at you “I am sorry for what I said though.. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He said his voice sounding almost strained. You shrug at his response “nothing we can do now, but i think I’ll start giving you more space. Maybe work on me as I do.” You said moving your body. “Your nose is all good.”

He stood up looking in the mirror “you got me really good” he said with a soft chuckle “yeah remember that when you wanna fight again.” You teased throwing up your fists. “Yeah yeah” he said wrapping his arms around you “can we go cuddle and maybe talk a bit?” He asked his voice soft, you nod before he lets you go. “But first” he said taking out a painting he had in his backpack. “This is for you.” He said handing you a pretty painting of flowers in a meadow. “Hyune” you said smiling at it “do you remember that place?” He asked tilting his head “it’s the place I took you to when I asked you to be mine.” He said kissing your forehead. “You might annoy me at times but you’ll always be my muse.” He said fluffing your hair.

💙 If you’d like to read more of my stuff you can find it Here: Master List . Thank you for reading and if requests are open or you just wanna talk feel free to send me something🩵