#I think that's all I can tag it with hrm

[cubbihue]

Heyyyyy I'm fully in love with your itty bittys au. The name, the concept, the art etc. But you might want to change the name because apparently "itty bittys" is the tag for small breasts. You could imagine looking for fan art of a children's show and getting bombarded with nudes is a little startling.

(Btw I love your overly affectionate uncle jorgon so much! May we have some more of jorgon just being affectionate and silly?)

ITS A TAG FOR WHAT. HUH. WHAT. OUGH.

This knowledge has haunted me for weeks. Ever since I got this ask. It’s too late to fix that now. They’re just. Itty Bitty for me :(

ANYWAYS!!!! Jorgen!!! Jorgen loves his nephews. They like being launched from his biceps when he flexed them. Or, well, Timmy likes being launched. Peri, not so much. But Peri’s NOT a crybaby about it!!! He’s being VERY very brave!!!!

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

"What are you doing here, F/O." I say while watching a Jerma stream that involves a lot of clips from movies like a decade+ ago, and I was anticipating this after seeing some of the movie selections. And already almost mistaking someone for a different character voice actor.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[enthesea]

thinkin about getting matching pajamas for me and my girlfriend hehehe.......

[allswellinthiswell]

TOUCHSTARVED Updated Demo Shtuff

[SPOILERS] Anyone feeling a bit unsure about some of the changes to the demo?

Tag I'm using for this topic: #touchstarved updated demo spoilers

Honestly, idk how to feel about the changes to Leander's dialogue and personality... but I want to play the whole thing a few times before really formulating an opinion. We're naturally going to be somewhat resistant to change when it comes to things that work, and I don't want to be too biased.

For now, I guess I'll say that I really liked the new area that the main character gets to explore with Kuras... ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ... That was a nice change of scenery, for sure. Very beautiful drawing.

Also, the Hound backstory is gone! That's so incredibly sad! I've been designing an MC and that backstory was the best for them :(( I'm probably going to use it anyway, tbh... There was so much potential to it...

Current minor gripes:

The game continues to imply that the MC is shorter than the cast sometimes, which can be a bit eh...

I think the editor may have forgotten that the MC sleeps the entire day away after meeting Leander. There's some points where the game acts as though everything is still happening on the same day. That is, unless I'm actually blind.

If Mhin is from somewhere else, as Kuras implies in his route, but Mhin outright states that they grew up in Eridia when you first meet them in the new version, why doesn't the MC notice that when talking to Kuras? Either Mhin is lying about their origins to both the MC and Kuras, or they've told Kuras one thing and the MC another, or it's an error. Anyone else notice this?

The NECK description for that lowlife guy, man. It wasn't great before (my thighs are massive lmaooo - dude would be built like a one piece character), but I don't think it's great now, either. I honestly think they should just show that the guy is an imposing figure through other means. They continue to imply that Ais is taller, but this guy can't be?

Mhin deserved more :( I liked their intro, but... idk... I would have liked more? (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Nvm I decided to add most of what I feel here:

I guess there is one thing I find odd about the characterization of Leander, and it's all the little moments that we've lost. Like the moment where the Bloodhounds (now Adderstones (?)) get angry at the MC for bringing up the Senobium. Leander didn't act until they looked to him for help, but in this one, he simply gets up and takes the MC outside. Hrm...

Overall, they seem to have made him more earnest and a bit more straightforward, likely to lull the player and the MC into thinking he's harmless, but after all the advertising... all that marketing basically confirming that he's a real piece of work... I dunno. I think it could've been more subtle?? Like in the previous demo?? His cheerful and flirty attitude, which is muted in the updated demo until later, is what almost got me in the previous version of the game. I wasn't completely suspicious. It kept me guessing.

Now, I just see through every gesture. That scene we get with him at the end of his route thus, and please forgive my language, freaked me the absolute fuck out. Had the game not shoved it in your face that he's a Bad Guy so much, I feel as though I wouldn't have immediately panicked when he locked the door. I'm likely to get a bad end with him because I'm so cautious now, tbh. Whoops lmao. Like, okay, anyone can get away with a few comments (the leash one was wild), and MC does question him a bit after all that manipulation, but surely a situation like THAT is bound to be more alarming to a person? Especially after so many near death experiences and meeting so many shady people? Is my preference for a slower pace, like in the other routes, making me a bit of a dingus?

There's a real good moment, though, and it's after the MC shows Leander their curse. He asks their name. Suddenly, after revealing what could be a weapon against the Senobium, you become a person of interest to him. Although, person might be a stretch. As such, I kind of understand these changes. He's the reassuring, trustworthy guy in a sea of assholes. Guy wants to isolate you as soon as possible so that you'll become reliant on him and only him, and what better way to do that than giving the MC what they so desperately crave while they incur debt after debt? I just... I wish they hadn't jumped the gun so fast?

Anyway, these are all my thoughts. Leander's route was still enjoyable for the most part haha. It really shows the kind of person he is. I haven't felt that unnerved by a character in a while!

I dunno! It's my first playthrough, so my opinion is liable to change. I'd love to hear other people's thoughts, too.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 30

Cowgirl

Alt Title: Sick Day

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, dub-con(just in case), hand jobs (brief), cowgirl, needy Steve (a warning), dry humping (also brief), touch starved Steve, p-in-v, cockwarming, petnames (baby, sweetheart, doll), praise & degradation (good boy/bad boy), teasing, subby Steve, dom/sub vibes, cock bulge, orgasm denial (for Steve)

Not beta'd

Summary: When you think Steve is sick, you go overboard to take care of him. It isn't until Natasha accidentally lets it slip that super soldiers can't get sick that you realise that you're being played....

A/N: Had this in my drafts since I was sick ages ago. A little "disbelieving" in terms of plot but y'know what? It's smut who cares?

Banners by @/cafekitsune

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It started with a sneeze.

Nothing serious, just a bit of dust. But the way you'd fretted over Steve made his heart melt.

"You feeling okay?" You ask, pressing the back of your palm to his forehead. "You're warm."

Steve's cheeks went rosier. He couldn't help it; around you he was such a mess. So sweet, so caring. Anytime you were around he felt like a kid with a crush. The big, strong Captain America was a blubbering fool who couldn't quite manage the confidence to ask you out. But with your hand against his head, the look of mild concern drawn on your face, he finds that he's unable to let the moment go.

"A little under the weather." Steve lies, earning another narrowing glance from Bucky. "But I'll be okay."

"Hrm." Your lips press into a thin line, disbelieving his white lie. "Want me to make you some soup tomorrow? Bring you anything? I think you have a fever coming."

Your hands cup his cheeks and Steve forces himself not to melt into your touch. God, you're hands were so soft. They still smelled of the bubblegum soap you kept in your room.

"Nah, I'll be okay. Don't go out of your way." Steve shrugs, still not pulling away from you. He can feel his eyes becoming half lidded and the urge to wrap around you and hold you tight is becoming harder and harder to ignore. He'll be thinking about how your soft hands feel against his cock in his room later, when he fucks his fist to the thought of you being being so gentle with him.

"I insist." You say firmly and then your features soften to a smile. "I can't have Captain America sick on the job. Not when I can help."

Steve doesn't fight you on it, secretly relieved at your insistence. Any excuse to spend time with you is a good excuse. He smiles at you and makes plans for you to visit the following day after work.

Once you're out of earshot, speaking with Tony about when Natasha would be returning from her mission, Bucky pulls Steve aside and gives him a suspicious look.

"What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Steve asks innocently, sipping at his beer.

"You know what." Bucky looks over at you and then back at Steve. "Pretending to be ill to gain pity points."

Steve rolls his eyes. "It's not pity points." He says defensively. "I think it's a good chance for me to test the waters."

Bucky raises an eyebrow at Steve. "Uh huh. Sure pal but when this blows up in your face I get to say I told you so."

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A sick day turned into days.

Steve had been trying all the tricks in the book to make himself seem sick so that you would spend more time with him. Everything from dipping the thermometer into hot water to spraying himself with water to look like he was sweating from a fever.

And you believed every moment of it.

To the point that when Steve had mumbled about struggling to sleep you had joined him under the guise of wanting to make sure he was okay. You'd stroke his hair and hold him close, checking occasionally that he was fine and if he needed anything. You set timers for all his meds, ensured he drank plenty of fluids and ensured he had enough to eat.

All the while one healthy Steve Rogers happily napped next to you.

Steve was addicted to how you cared for him, so gentle and loving, and it made his cock ache uncomfortably when he was pressed up next to you with your hand in his hair, reading some book whilst waiting on one of the timers. There was something so domestic about it, something he wished he could share with you. With his face buried into your side, he drowned in the scent of you; imagining all sorts of scenarios like how you'd react if he buried his face between your legs while you read and he lapped at your cunt like a man starved.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the lie but he did know he had to make a move soon.

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When you're making your second batch of soup in the kitchen when Nat appears to make herself a coffee. She flicks the switch of the kettle and leans against countertop next to you, peering into the thick, red depths of the soup. Nat had been away on a mission and today was her first official day back. Although she was physically present, you always filled her in on the latest on day two, when she was able to focus more after a day of relaxing.

Nat raises her eyebrows at you as you continue to stir. "Who's sick?"

"Steve." You answer simply, raising the spoon to taste.

"Steve?" She laughs. "He can't get sick."

"I know that's what I said." You smile as you place your spoon back into the pot before adding a pinch of salt, watching it swirl under the wooden spoon.

Your thoughts were muddled by Steve. You had insisted to care for him because you were crushing on him hard, however, you hadn't expected the last few days to be torture. The cuddling had been blissful but you didn't really know how to bring it up to him that you could feel him get hard next to you, or how much your pussy ached when he'd grind against you subconsciously. You'd had to squeeze your legs together and wait until you could slip back to your room and relieve yourself to thoughts of him buried between your legs.

When he was better, you'd make the move to ask him out or take his secret to the grave with you.

Your thoughts are broken by Natasha's chuckling as she comes closer with a stray piece of bread, dipping it into the soup.

"No, not like that. He literally can't get sick." She clarifies, nodding in appreciation as she munches on her soggy bit of bread. "The serum keeps him pretty much perfect. Good soup, by the way."

Your mind promptly unmuddles as you turn to look at Nat with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Uh oh." She grimaces. "I've said something I shouldn't have haven't I?"

"Nope." You say, popping the 'p' with an evil grin. "You've said exactly the right thing."

Your days have been wasted feeding and cuddling a healthy supersoldier, when all he could've done was ask for your company. You were going to have some fun.

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You followed your routine as normal. Bringing Steve soup and bread and sitting with him while he ate, before snuggling down in the covers of his bed against him and running your hand through his soft golden locks like you had done countless times before.

"You're forehead isn't as warm today." You comment lightly, raking a pattern into his scalp gently making Steve sigh happily. "Maybe you're finally getting better."

"Maybe." Steve mumbles quietly, feigning a cough. "I hope so."

With his eyes closed, you smirk, unable to comprehend the theatrics of it all. The theatrics that you fell for.

"I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm not needed anymore." You tease quietly and feeling bold you press a soft kiss to Steve's forehead. You feel him stiffen and shift his legs slightly; you know that your plan is working.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks. There's an edge of panic to his voice as he peeks up at you with sweet, puppy-dog eyes that beg you to stop talking about such a thing. Like he can't bare the thought that this entire charade he's managed to pull of for three whole days has to end.

"Well," you shrug. "You won't need me to look after you anymore so... hey, is it hot in here? Do you mind if I take this off?"

You gesture to your soft sweater, fanning your face for the drama.

"No, go ahead." Steve says a little dejected, sitting up slightly to let you remove it. He was trying to think of ways to prolong his "illness" but being a super soldier, three days was already pushing it and he didn't know how much longer Bucky could keep up the lie for him. Apparently, Tony already had his suspicions - as did Banner, so he needed to think up something better. Maybe a training injury? Or a mission gone awry?

Steve's too pre-occupied whilst you remove your sweater but as he rests his head back onto your chest when your sweater fwumps against the floor, he sits up at an almost ninety-degree angle. He's almost too scared to look down at you but when he does, his cyan blue eyes almost jump out of his head.

You're in your bra. Just your bra. No tank. No tee. Just a lacy, red number that cups your tits so well Steve thinks his brain might explode.

He fights the urge to curse out loud and tears his eyes from your chest to your face, the sudden tightness in his pyjama pants unbearable. You're smiling sweetly up at him which only makes it worse.

"You okay?" You ask, trying not to let your smugness get the better of you. "C'mere. Lie back down."

Steve nods wordlessly, following your instruction. Your hands go back to brushing through his hair and you snuggle down beneath the covers next to him, so close that his straining cock brushes against the softness of your thighs. Steve's eyes flutter and his cock twitches desperately against you as he breathes in the scent of your skin. Your cleavage sits in front of him and, even though he's trying hard to focus on literally anything else, all he wants to do is pull your tits free and bury himself between them; kissing, licking and sucking every inch of your soft, warm skin. He knows that, by now, you know he's rock hard and it's driving him insane; his cock is too big to ignore and the stickiness of his precum has already started to make a cool, wet patch against his pyjama pants.

"You know," you say slowly, rubbing your thighs together as you try to quell your own need, making Steve hiss almost silently. "I was speaking with Nat earlier."

"Mmhmm." Steve manages, trying not to move his hips into yours and gently fuck your thighs. God, you're right there taunting him in your bra, melting his brain with no care in the world.

"Yeah, we were talking about you and how, y'know...." your voice lowers, "You never get sick."

Steve's brain is too melted to pick up on your words instead pressing his forehead against your collarbone, half buried into your neck and mumbling a breathless "Uh huh."

"Apparently, this is new." You continue, your lips brushing his temple. You've never been this close and he only wants more; his greed getting the better of him. "Everyone's worried about you, Stevie."

Drunk on your touch, your closeness, Steve presses his lips against yours, his hips moving against yours on pure instinct. You gasp softly, not expecting him to break so quickly. Soon one strong arm is beneath you as he peppers kisses to your face and neck, the other around your waist and pulling you flush against him so you can feel every twitch of his cock through your leggings.

"Steve," you huff, red flush brewing along your chest and neck. "You can't kiss me I'll get sick."

"Please," He murmurs, nipping along your jaw and squeezing you. "'M not sick. I'm sorry just - please - I need you."

"Not sick?" You try to feign shock but you can't hide your grin. "You lied to me, Stevie?"

One hand in his hair scratches his crown softly but the other trails freely down his torso to his waist, dipping between your bodies to grasp at his hard cock. Steve's eyes flare wider and a gasp of surprise breaks into a quiet groan of need.

"I'm sorry." He half whines. "You just took such good care of me I didn't want it to stop."

"It doesn't have to." You whisper, squeezing his cock gently, making Steve rut his hips upwards with a curse. "I can always make you feel good. You just have to ask."

"Oh, fuck - I can?" Steve gasps out as your hand slips beneath his pyjama waistband to grip at his cock flesh on flesh and start to pump him slowly.

"Uh huh. Do you know what it was like knowing you were so hard and I couldn't do anything to help?" Your purr, pressing another kiss to his forehead. Steve's eyes flutter. He feels like he's living out one of his fantasies and his cock twitches against your palm.

"Do you know how hard it was to try and be a good person, trying not to take advantage of my poor, sick sweetheart when all I wanted to do was ride that fat cock to kingdom come?"

At your filthy words Steve groans loudly, his eyes glassy with lust when they meet yours but struggling to stay focused when you pump his cock faster.

"'M sorry, baby." He half mumbles through his haze, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your clit. Seeing him like this, so whiny and needy, hadn't even came close to how you'd imagined him all those nights in your room. And you loved it all the more.

You release his cock for a few seconds to quickly shimmy out of your panties and leggings, before throwing a leg over him and hovering over his leaking cock. The heat the pours from your core is red hot, and Steve's hands go to your hips as you waste no time easing yourself down onto him. He looks up in half lidded bliss as you perch on his cock, biting onto your lips to turn a long moan into a loud hum.

Steve curses when you start to grind your hips against his and you give an evil giggle before you plant your hands either side of his head and start to ride his cock to kingdom come as you'd wished.

For once in his super soldier enhanced life, Steve can't keep up. Your hips smack and grind into his at a feral pace, your pussy squeezing his cock so tightly he was sure he was drooling from the pleasure.

Every ridge of your walls brushed against the sensitive tip of his cock and Steve was struggling to stop himself from cumming, pawing weakly at your hips to slow you down.

"Baby, fuck - oh Jesus Christ -" Steve's eyes roll when you alternate your pacing to roll your hips, sending his cock deeper and you both moan in time. "Don't do that 'm gonna cum."

You grin viciously down at him milking him a few more moments before stilling entirely.

"Who said you were cumming yet?" You say sweetly, tilting your head at him and Steve pants, his brain racing to figure out what you mean. You cup his cheeks in your palms, leaning forward to capture his lips in a deep and passionate kiss.

"You made me wait three days." You murmur against his lips before sitting up to your full height, wiggling your hips emphatically on Steve's cock to give the impression you're getting comfortable. Steve bites down onto his lips, watching you straddle him so well he can almost see the outline of his cock against your abdomen. His brain is foggy with lust and he goes to move his hips but you click your tongue and he stops, watching you with dawning understanding.

"I want you to feel how good my pussy feels. How wet I am for you...And know you could have had this at any point if you had asked."

Steve groans. "I know. I'm stupid. I should've said. I'm sorry."

"You should be." You sigh. "Now, count to ten slowly and I might reconsider making you wait all night to cum."

"Shit - no!" He pouts but doesn't dare move. Taking a breath he let's out a shaky "one."

You wait until he gets to five to grind your hips into circles, making Steve's eyes flutter. He almost, almost, breaks his concentration with counting but his desire to fuck you, to finally fuck you, wins out. At ten, you give him no room to think, slamming your hips into his relentlessly. Steve can barely keep you in place, the pleasure is too much and alongside your praises he's convinced he's made it to Heaven.

"Such a good boy following orders," you coo at him. "I made the right decision to take good care of you."

"Yes." Steve hisses. "Takin' such good care of me doll."

You take his large hands from your hips and interlock them in yours before pinning them either side of his head, leaning down to kiss him. Steve could easily flip you, or fold you, but he doesn't and that's what makes the entire performance even more rewarding. The super soldier beneath you let's you fuck yourself stupid on his cock, let's you use him until you cum. Your pussy squeezes him tight as you milk his cock and Steve seems almost ready to pass out with how hard he's breathing.

"You holdin' out for me?" You tease, nibbling just below his ear.

"Y-yeah." Steve puffs, trying to force the desperate ache to cum away.

"Good boy." You purr to hear him moan again, positively elated to keep him on the edge like this. You wait a few more moments, waiting for when you're about to cum once again before giving him the command. "Cum for me."

Steve stutters are cut short by your lips on his; swallowing every moan and gasp he offers you as you milk him dry. His arms wrap around you and hold you close when he finishes emptying inside you, kissing your salty sweat-ridden skin as you come down from your highs.

"How did you find out?" Steve finally asks, breaking the silence. His fingers trail patterns over the expanse of your back and you shiver as you giggle.

"Weren't you listening? Nat told me you never get sick." You peek up at him with a smirk and he chuckles sheepishly.

"I was a bit... distracted." He clears his throat. "Do you think I could get away with one more sick day?"

You raise an eyebrow at him and he hurriedly adds, "Just one! I swear!"

"Just one?" You poke at his chest playfully.

Steve shakes his head, giving you a quick kiss. "Okay, maybe more than just one. I have to make up for lost time don't I?"

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 72/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Seventy-Two: Panic

Gilda woke up screaming, and Harvey sat up with a start as he gently grabbed her wrists. “Okay… It’s okay,” Harvey whispered, “It’s okay. Come here.” 

Gilda frantically climbed onto Harvey’s lap, and he let go of her wrists and held her tight. Harvey wrapped his arms around her as she quivered. “Hey, what’s the matter? I’m not gonna let anything get ya,” Harvey reassured her. She hid her face in his chest with his shirt in her fists. The fan oscillated, blowing cool air on them and startling Gilda. Harvey grabbed the blankets and pulled them over her shoulders. 

She didn’t speak, but her tremors subsided, and she eventually fell asleep. Harvey planted one of his feet on the mattress as he gently rolled onto his side to lay her down. It was the first time Harvey had ever seen her so frightened. 

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Talia nudged Bruce awake. “Hrm?” Bruce groaned.

Talia took his hand and placed it on her belly. “Is that it?” Talia questioned. Bruce turned on his side as he waited to feel something. 

“I can’t feel anything yet, but it’s pretty normal for you to feel the baby move around by this—.” Bruce trailed off as he scrunched down in the bed and pressed his face to the side of her belly. 

“Beloved?” Talia whispered. 

“I think… I’m scared,” Bruce whispered as he shut his eyes. 

A few tears forced their way out as Talia rested a gentle hand atop his head. “I wouldn’t put this kind of trust in any other man. I love you, and I’m confident that you’ll be a wonderful father,” Talia reassured him. Bruce made a soft noise. “I shouldn’t have roused you from your sleep.”

“I’m glad you did… I’m better when I’m afraid,” Bruce mumbled as he drifted off. 

**

Martha kissed Thomas’ neck as he slept, and he woke up smiling. “What time is it?” Thomas chuckled. 

“Hmm… Doesn’t matter. Take your pants off,” Martha whispered. Thomas reached over her to grab his glasses. “What are you grabbing your glasses for?” 

“The better to see your breasts, my dear,” Alfred mumbled as he turned over. 

Both Martha and Thomas leaned forward and started giggling before one of the kids knocked on their door. “Dad!” Dick cried. Thomas rolled out of bed. 

“Stay here. I’ve got him,” Thomas whispered as he climbed over her and grabbed his robe. His leg buckled, and he cursed before he leaned against the wall and threw on his robe. Martha handed him his cane. “Thank you.” He walked toward the door and opened it just before Dick opened his mouth to call him again. Dick sat on the floor outside their room, clutching his chest, and Thomas eased down to meet him. 

Tears streamed down Dick’s cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath. Thomas reached over and felt Dick’s heartbeat, sitting perfectly still. “How hard have you been training?” Thomas asked. Dick didn’t answer. “You’ve gotta rest… Take a break from it for a while. I know it can be frightening when your heart’s beating so fast... I’ve treated athletes that thought they were losing their ability and pushed harder and harder… But it can be counterproductive.”

A doctor’s words… But there was something in the way that Thomas spoke to Dick. Rhythmic cadence like a horse’s hooves on a stone-paved road. Then, Thomas’ chin, touching the top of Dick’s head, gently moving from one side to another as he continued to speak. Words lost their meaning as Dick focused more on the pattern than the words. It went on like that for a while until his heartbeat started to take on the slow and steady rhythm of Thomas’ words, and Thomas broke the pacing to say, “I sometimes think about what you’ll be like once you’ve grown up. I think about it all the time. I sometimes cry about it. There’ll come a day where you don’t cry for me or Alfred or Martha in the nighttime. A time where the hallways will be empty and the bedrooms quiet… 

“As a child, I spent a lot of time alone here. Listening to the creaking of the floorboards and the wind and the trees. I inherited the loneliness of the place, and I at one time ran from it… Then Alfred came. Not noisily, but—. He was light in the dark hallways. Light under the doors. Light in the kitchen. Martha was noise. Giggles and shouting and high-heeled footsteps. 

“Then, Bruce. Then, Harvey. Then, you. Now, Cassie. Soon, a grandchild. But I still worry.”

Dick closed his eyes. “This house will never be empty,” Dick mumbled. 

“I hope you’re right,” Thomas whispered, “Don’t fall asleep. I don’t know if I can carry you tonight.” 

“I’m sorry for waking you up so late,” Dick apologized. 

“I was already awake,” Thomas replied, “Good thing, too. I love you so much… And I will always be here for you.” 

“I know,” Dick smiled. 

**

Harvey got up early to make breakfast, and Gilda followed closely behind, holding the back of his shirt. Harvey didn’t say anything until after he had brushed his teeth and put toothpaste on her toothbrush. “It’s okay… I wish I knew what spooked you so bad last night,” Harvey whispered. She brushed her teeth without a word as Harvey kissed the top of her head. 

“Do you want to talk?” Harvey questioned. Gilda didn’t answer, but he stayed silent for a long time to allow her the space to answer. “Can you hear me?” Gilda nodded. “That’s good. I won’t make you talk to me if you don’t feel up to it… Did I do something to upset you?” She shook her head. 

Harvey stood beside her while she brushed her teeth, and he started to slip away when she walked over to the toilet. She grabbed his pants leg. “Okay. I’m not leaving you,” Harvey reassured her. Harvey was unusually calm on the outside, but his chest hurt, and his stomach turned as he thought about something from his past. He ruminated on it, staring at the wall behind her as she held his leg. 

When she was done, Harvey let her wash her hands and follow him to the kitchen. Harvey worked quietly, making french toast and bacon before pouring Gilda a glass of orange juice. “Can you help me out by putting the food on the tray? I wanna eat in our office,” Harvey whispered. Gilda placed their plate and glasses on the tray along with a bottle of maple syrup. Harvey carried the tray to the office and followed Gilda. 

He set the tray down and cut up the food with a knife and fork. Gilda ate in complete silence while Harvey kissed her cheek. He waited for a reaction before he took a bite. “I love you,” Harvey whispered, “And I have to go to work on Monday, so I’m gonna call Talia tomorrow morning to see if she can spend the day with you.” 

“Okay,” Talia whispered. 

Harvey smiled and pinched her cheek. “That’s good. We’re good,” Harvey replied, “That’s great… Are you still tired?” 

Gilda shrugged. “A little bit… I’m sorry, I—.” 

“Don’t ever be sorry. I love you so much… I just want you to be okay,” Harvey interrupted, “Do you feel better?” 

“Not really,” Gilda whispered. 

“Okay… I won’t rush you… I just um—. You wanna take a nap after breakfast? It’s raining outside, so we can just sit and listen to the rain and curl up by the fireplace… Just lay there and drift off to sleep,” Harvey suggested. 

“On the floor?” Gilda asked. 

“Of course,” Harvey answered. “Eat your breakfast. You’ll nap better on a full stomach.”

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman - 3

Fandom: MCU Pairing/starring: Eventually Bucky x fem!reader, Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 1281. Contents: Training, getting acquainted, nothing bad. A/N: This was my first ever fanfic - it looked different in its original version but I'm editing heavily. It will be starring pretty much ALL of the MCU characters (Avengers, X-Men, Agent of SHIELD, etc), and will bee tackling everything from "Civil War" and on differently than canon. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 2

A knocking alerts you to Banner’s presence on the other side of the door. Looking around in the foreign room, you realize you must have fallen asleep in spite of the many thoughts milling around in the head.

“Yeah?” You rub the sleep out of the eyes.

The scientist pokes his head in, smiling apologetically. “We were wondering if you needed something to eat? The suggestions so far are pizza or Mexican.” His eyes are kind, and most of the wrinkles in his face come from smiling despite the past events in his life.

I am starving. “Either is fine. Who’s cooking?”

“Ehm…no one. None of us get around to it much, really. Well Natasha claims she makes a good borscht, but…hrm…you know...”

You’ve never seen a guy look like a walking apology before, but he nails it as he fidgets with his glasses. Seems like there is more than Borscht going on there? Walking down the hall with all the doors on either side, the silence presses in, increasing the discomfort tenfold until you can’t take it anymore

“So you guys always order?” you blurt out.

He looks ashamed at the incredulity but shrugs softly. “Yeah, pretty much...”

“I think…I’d like to cook more often than order if I’m allowed to here. I ermmm can always just make extra.”

You’ve reached the kitchen now and the comment interrupts the conversation between the others. After a hefty interrogation by Stark it’s decided that you’ll be allowed to make “family meals”, but tonight you stick to the original plan and order. Pizza for the win.

... ...

Most of your clothes have arrived including a few pictures of your family. Every day involves either intense physical combat training with Romanoff (as both teacher and sparring partner) causing you to be covered in bruises although you haven’t been able to land a single blow yet, or you’re spending the waking hours reading files to find out who the allies and enemies are and why. Captain…Steve, they want first names mostly. Steve’s particularly helpful with that as he was present for many of the events during WW2, not to mention his own keen interesting in catching up after having been thawed. He’s a walking Wikipedia on the history of SHIELD and Hydra.

Today, as you walk down to the kitchen in search of breakfast, you’re joined by him. He’s been off doing his own thing (or busy at another location training or working with the other team) since Wednesday.

“Top of the morning to you!”

Morning people, ugh. You have to stifle another yawn. “Morn’. Glad to see you back here.”

“Nat wanted me to join in on your training today,” Steve smiles gently, “she has some ideas on how to use your abilities as an advantage.”

You feel your stomach clench in nervous anticipation. “Anything you can tell me?” Hearing that Natasha’s making plans rarely guarantees an easy day.

“I would if I could, but I’m not sure what she is planning.”

…

It turns out that what she wants you to do is spar, but after a few rounds she is grumpier than your sister with PMS would be.

“You’re pulling your punches, Steve!” She growls.

“Of course I am!” The outrage in his voice comforts you slightly. “I don’t wanna hurt her! She’s never done these things before!”

“That’s why we’re teaching her and for that to work you’ve got to do it right. The enemy won’t go easy on her just because she’s a newbie.” The last is added with a chill that eliminates any misunderstandings.

The horror’s evident in Steve’s face. “But if I hit her full force I’ll break something on her!”

“Exactly” No remorse in the grey of Natasha’s eyes.

Both you and Steve are standing stock-still with each your own balance of horror and outrage painted across your faces. This doesn’t sound promising.

“Think about it.” The harsh trainer finally rounds on you. “I want you to heal if needed as the fight goes on. So, we need to press you to the limit, both of us. Then we can see how it affects her fighting.”

“It won’t get better by the two of you beating me up, just so you know.”

A sly smirk that has your guts squirming slithers across Natasha’s face. “Sure it will. You shy away from the fight but that won’t work if you can’t back out.”

Steve’s brows are furrowed so much they look like a monobrow by now. “I’m not sure that’s –“

“Well I am! Let’s go!”

You barely manage to duck as Natasha’s foot comes flying, but Steve’s fist does hit the target and your temple crunches slightly from the pressure. Instinctively, cells start repairing the damage and you focus on growing the bones denser in all of the body while stepping sideways out of reach of the red-head. Sideways again, blocking Steve with your arms (almost getting your own fist in the face, but thank goodness for enhanced muscles).

Natasha’s fuming. “Don’t run away, you can do this!”

Easy for her to say.

But you try. A step forward, duck Steve’s fist, side, forward and you land a glancing blow on his shoulder. With a loud schmock, you’re down on all fours after a kick from Natasha to the back. Tumbling away to get up while swinging your own leg out and around in a sweeping motion. What did she call that move again? Steve lands hard on his side, but there’s no time to use that for anything before you’re forced to roll out of the way of Natasha and a new kick from her. It’s a risk that you take when you grab her arm to pull yourself up by and of course the adversary must have anticipated it because next instant it’s not her lying face down with an arm twisted onto the back and unable to move.

“You can do better than that…” Disappointment drips like acid.

“Go easy, Nat.” Listen to him, please. I want to keep my arm!

“No, with her ability she should be able to anticipate what we’re going to do.” She jerks the arm painfully. “You’re still on the defensive, blocking and dodging what’s coming rather than stopping it from happening.”

She finally lets go of the aching limb and helps you get up again. No damage done apart from a few burst capillaries which are easily fixed.

Massaging the shoulder, you try to bottle up the desperate frustration. “I can’t read minds…”

“No, but you can read bodies, right? Every movement’s initiated long before you can actually see it with your naked eyes. Use that.”

“If you need a break, [Y/N],” says Steve, “then just say so. We…I don’t expect you to be able to do all this anytime soon.”

Now I have to. “Let’s do it.”

Natasha Romanoff turns out to be right. The pretty sparkles pulsate and grow denser where a muscle is used and if you pay attention to them rather than the body then it becomes obvious that something’s about to happen. After that it’s just a matter of learning the combinations to anticipate which exact movement to prepare and compensate for. That’s why, a couple of hours later, you’ve landed the first proper blow to Natasha (a nice kick to the chest) as well as a whole bunch on Steve. Sure, you’re still taking more of a beating than anyone prefers, but at least it’s a lot less than before and the trainer seems satisfied.

“That’s enough for today. You gotta learn to follow up each attack rather than wait for the next thing to happen…but still…much better.”

Finally a compliment!

[voltrixz]

hello greetings what is it about electroshocker/electro and shocker as separate characters that you like so much? i like them too but i want to hear your thoughts

hi helloooooo!!! Honestly I could go on full essays about these guys but I guess to sum it upppppp (under a read more)

Electro: Hes a very very very interesting guy to me. He was practically a nobody and now hes rampaging through the city and refusing to be known as "Max"? Yet yields to Doc ock and him only? LIKEEE the fact he clearly had problems with his mental state beforehand (getting unresonably frustrated when trying pull out that machine part, eddie mentioning "hey well at least you can still yell at the game so hey whats changed?" and just the full rant about what he wanted in his life while talking to eddie.) and now becomign electro being his final straw and just completely snapping. Every little thing hes been bottling up just completely spilling out and him just lashing out completely. AND THE FACT HE THINKS GETTING A CURE WILL MEAN GOING BACK TO NORMAL AGAIN??? like aw hell nah boy. You will have to come to term with your actions and face the conseqences. Your life will never be the same again. You must accept that while u were pushed into unfair circumstances, a large part of it was your own doing. Also I just think hes funny and goofy as hell and I like when he gets cocky with his electric powers. Also hes my wonderful wife

Shocker: Him being the only member of the Sinister 6 that doenst really have a real reason to be there besides being assigned so. He is completely disconnected to spiderman and is really only after him due to orders. He isnt after revenge or anything, just following orderss. Also the tense relationship between him and hammerhead despite the enforcers being the best hired help the big man has? very interesting.... ALSO his bar, the fact it has that rules sign that says shit like "no fighting, no cussing, no gambling" etc etc." YOUR MANAGER LITERALLY MANGES BETTING AND I DO NOT BELIEVE THIS MF DOESNT CURSE OR FIGHT IN HIS BAR!!!!!. Also the whole "man's responisbilty"..... i hear some toxic masculinity here..... I also find it funny how he cleraly. doesnt get along all too well with the sinister six. And his interactions with the other enforcers is very nice to me, like the fact its mentioned in his wiki hes their "unofficial" leader like hrm.

Now for them together erm well i have a whole tag for them: #electroshocker but in general, I think they'd be interesting. At first it was a more like. funny thing to me, electro, shocker,, simialr names and such and just how different they are in terms of skill.... but I think their dynamic now has a LOTTTT of potinetal. Like I would imagine if the s6 worked together more consistently, Electro and Shocker would be paired up due to their similar powers and Doc Ock wanting Electro to get a proper handle on his powers. The two getting close since Shocker is the only one who can get close to him and also isnt afraid of getting hurt by him (he's handled far worse I imagine). Maybe becoming drinking buddies at some point (how can electro even drink? um idk but let a guy get drunk, hes been through a lot) and slowly getting intimate in terms of physical touch..... sniffles. but also i magine their dynamic gets shaky as fuck as they both have pretty bad tempers and complicated feelings over relationships and how they handle them. but yeahhhh my freaky awful gay people...

[deep-space-lines]

10 things for 10 people you'd like to know better

tagged by @milkywayes!! :3 somewhere along the way the 10th Thing seems to have gotten lost so i added my own

Last Book: Last book I finished was The Left Hand of Darkness; currently working through The Count of Monte Cristo again

Last movie: ...Probably Mrazík over christmas?

Last TV show: I don't watch a lot of shows tbh so- wait. shit. i think if you count the Bratz episodes my roommate and I watch free on youtube purely because they're hypnotically awful it is, unfortunately, Bratz. look man i don't want to talk about it

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: savory but they're all good

Relationship status: single and too aro-ace to bother

Last Thing I Googled: wikipedia article on Greek yogurt (I was eating Greek yogurt)

Current Obsession: I may not be posting as much but. yeah it's still ultrakill. I just needed to sort some irl shit out but once i can stop worrying about paying for groceries I will hopefully be back to drawing gay machines again

Looking Forward To: shrek rave

Last song: Kill Kitty - KMFDM remix

Favorite extinct animal: Anomalocaris

tagging uh ummmm hrm . @raptorrobot @aegagrusscholarship @plaguedpriest @apathyneverlandedonthemoon @lettucefather @saints-of-graves @minophus @fleshmaid @friedri-ce @thefloatingstone

answer my questions boy

[seastarblue]

WIP Bingo Tag!

Phew big post today bc I kept procrastinating 😔

OKAY so the rules are to check each box that has a theme/trope that’s in your WIP! Then you make a bingo board with your own WIP’s themes!

———

I’ll do all three of mine, but you can pick one, no pressure!

here are @rhikasa and @fifis-corner ‘s boards, which I’m filling out for Interwoven:

idk if what I have planned counts as cosmic horror, and if enemies-to-friends-to-enemies-to-friends again-to-lovers counts…?

and as for suicide, it used to be a part of the story but I changed it, so I may re add it I’m not sure.

anyways.

@mundanemoongirl and @sableglass ‘s boards, which in filling out for A Golem’s Guide to Regaining Humanity:

hrm. Not a single bingo :( ah well I got close with both tho hehe.

and @cc-writes-stuff and @illarian-rambling ‘a boards, which I’m filling out for The Guiding Star!

half of this one was just me going: “hrm. yeah. hrm. yeahhhh.” rinse and repeat.

*Rivalry (not gay): I think you meant it in the rivals to lovers way? but who I though of were two characters that had a rivalry, both of them are gay, and they don’t fall in love. so? yeah.

*Secret Backstory: so secret I don’t even know them yet 💔😔

*Space Exploration! : basically space? kinda. some characters need oxygen masks to breathe. that spacey enough?

*Undead Protag(s): well the skelly crew is undead.

*Blue-Orange Morality: I looked this one up, and I’m not too sure atp.

Rival science lesbians: they’re lesbians. they’re rivals. and I suppose magic is a sort of science?

———

phew. Like I said, long post. BUT IT IS LONGER STILL; I need to make boards for you guys to do!

so I’ll make three, bc three wips, and you guys can pick. PLZ NOTE you don’t have to do all of them, nor do you have to make more than one board, I’m only doing it bc I Procrastinated 💔 and I feel bad so. Yeah. Take your pick!

✨tag game list!

@sableglass @dioles-writes @ash-thedrawer @allaboutmagic @paeliae-occasionally

@astor-and-the-endless-ink @vsnotresponding @nightlylaments

@thebookishkiwi @verdant-mainframe @threedaysgross @fifis-corner @bamber344 @ancientmyth

(Lemme know if you’d like on/off! And no pressure ofc)

The board for Interwoven:

The board for AGGTRH:

and the one for TGS:

And as always: open tag!

[meatball-headache]

Hrm... we haven't heard from Tagashrokat in a while, have we? Or... was it, Tagashkarot? You know, the weird guy going on about algebra all the time, sucks at Scrabble, went all the way to Qud to get a walking stick even though we have a perfectly good stilt factory just a few parasangs away, and you could probably repurpose one of those into a walking stick? He kept sending letters "home" to the ink mines, which no one wanted to read, but old habits die hard and since we wanted to harvest the ink from the pages, we accidentally read them in the process. Something about being chased by an evil twin, and then going to Bey Lah but exploring some caves first?

Anyway, we want to watch Ace of Cards Presents: Billaventura Presents: The Domino Majesty 6000 Cavalcade tonight, but we can't find the remote. He had it last, and we think he might've left it in his jacket pocket, so someone's gotta go to Qud and find it. And, I guess, check up on Tag.

—

So, this is Nid Yimum. He was found in an egg carton amongst some other eggs, but when he didn't scramble like the rest, he was donated to the ink mines, where he shirked more than worked and thus developed heightened hearing, so as to know when the boss is coming and where to hide, which is easy to do, since he's got phasing as well, and, just to round things out, night vision. Since Tag hasn't been heard of since he ran off into the desert alone, Nid here is gonna take a look around. He's made it all the way to the village of Tarqammu and... hey, didn't Tag mention some legendary pilgrim in yellow? Maybe this is the guy, perhaps he can give us directions...

On another note: yes I did find a mod that changes Hooks For Feet into hooves/flippers/other things. So I made a character with hooves, spiral horn, thick fur, electrical discharge... yeah. Yeah, I just made Wicked Thunder, and she's awesome :)

My new New Year's Resolution is to beat this game. I'm trying not to look at wikis—though I did peek at how penetration rolls work, because I couldn't figure out why my 1d4 weapon kept doing like 16 damage—or Youtubes or anything. I want to be blind, ignorant, and stupid. There's obviously lots of RNG to the lore, but there's also obviously a thread of a real story. The writing in the characters' dialogue as well as the item descriptions is preposterously florid and excessive, and I love it so much. There's secrets and mysteries here, and I don't want to just read the last page—hell, I don't even want to read the next page, I want to drag it out and really savor it... It's gonna be a long ride, but like I always say: I'm not here for a good time, I'm here for a long time :P

Good luck, Nid Yimum! I got a hunch that you're gonna need it...

[peiskos-and-apricity]

Fated to Fall ~ Sindri x Reader [PT7]

TW: Cannon typical violence

A/n: I think I'm gonna start a tag list for this book because chapters are so inconsistent (sorry about that). So if you want to be tagged for this story just let me know! [Or you can bookmark it on Ao3 here]

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"Sindri!" Atreus yelled in greeting, his smile wide on his face. You were too distracted to turn to the boy as you watched Kratos' eyes try to melt you where you stand.

"I'd return your surprise but I did know you'd be here!" Sindri returned the greeting with a tone more cheerful than a few moments ago. And, once the two had gotten closer, he continued.

"I've got something for you!" Those words seemed to peak Kratos' interest. At least enough for him to slowly turn his eyes away from you and to the dwarf.

"What is it dwarf?" He asked, his voice monotone in a way that you knew meant he was irritated. Looking back towards Sindri you see his hands fidgeting and nervous in his movements, especially as he began to walk away from the table and what you knew he was gifting them with.

"You know I'm glad I came back here at least once before Ragnarok" he spoke, turned away from all of you as he did. As if talking to no one.

"Oh, if these cobblestones could talk" he reminisced as he looked around longingly. It was clear he really did miss this place.

"Then they'd have mouths...filthy disgusting mouths" he glances turned much more stiff, almost like he was imagining what it would be like and being quietly horrified with the thought. Then suddenly he turned back over, pointing towards Atreus.

"Do you mind if I fiddle with your bow?" He asked and without hesitation the boy handed it over.

It was then that Kratos turned to you before motioning you away. You knew better than to fight the simple request, as bad as you wished not to speak with him, so you followed him.

"You should not be here" he started the conversation off on the worst note possible, though you knew him as a man of very little subtly.

"Given the way the entire city cowers away it seems neither should the two of you" you answered with the same energy as him. With a sudden movement he was looming over you again, this time his anger not so hidden as it was before.

"This childishness needs to end. This is reckless" he spoke in a poor attempt at a whisper through gritted teeth. You felt every inch of your body boil at him having put himself so close to you, his figure mere inches away. So much so that your glare turned snarl like with the sudden wave of rage that overtook you. You were sure, had you not gotten your cloak, that your eyes would be gleaming at him.

"I am aware you think so little of me that you believe I'm so unable to control myself. So I have taken precautions" you display the metal rings that you had placed in your satchel and gesture down at the white bear skin you had placed on your body lined in a magic hidden from plain view.

"I will have you know, though, that even without these my leave would have been anything but reckless, given that you left me behind with no clue as to what was happening. So my apologies for being so childish as to want to know the reason I was nearly killed the other night and why we must so suddenly search for a dead god" you spoke through your own set of gritted teeth and anger. You two remained standing for a long paused moment in utter silence as you stared at one another, as if waiting to see who folded first.

"Hrm..." he finally answered. Despite your growing anger his seemed to simmer and, thankfully, he took a step back from you.

"Uh, if I may cut in here a moment-" Mimir tried to interject.

"No" the both of you answered in unison. After that it seemed Kratos had finished whatever business he had with you as he went to return to Sindri and Atreus. You followed not so far behind.

"Skjálfa!" Atreus released an arrow into a nearby wagon, the medal there compressing the same way the gate did. The boy's smile widened at the sight.

"Cool-"

"Atreus, this way" Kratos called and the boy was about to follow, though not without a curious look at you.

"Are you coming?" He asked to which you gave a nod. To your surprise he looked quite excited.

"Awesome! Come on, I'll catch you up on the way" he waved you forward. You went to follow, though upon looking where the two intended on going you grew a little weary.

"It's a bit dark in there" you commented mostly to yourself. Right before you could take another step you heard Sindri speak up again.

"Oh! That reminds me! Hold on just a moment" Sindri stopped the two of you as he went digging around in his bag. He pulled out a few random things before he seemed to find what he was looking for.

"Since you all are currently lacking a light source, sorry, I went ahead and made these for you! I only made two, though. I didn't expect that you would need one. But I'll get right to it! It'll be done by the time you all make it back" he outstretched the glowing lights which you and Atreus gratefully took from him.

"I'll make due until then. Thank you" Sindri nodded and turned back to do whatever else he had come here to do.

"Atreus!" Kratos called again. You and the boy glanced at one another before quickly catching up.

-

Once the three were gone Sindri went about cleaning up shop, knowing that they most likely wouldn't return here for a long while. Frankly he didn't want to stay long either, not after what Odin had done to the place he once called home.

It only took a moment later he was off again, back through the Yggdrasil and to the home he now knew. However, whatever comfort he had been looking for evaporated the moment he opened the doors. He was hit with disgust, his eyes catching each tiny stain and out of place chair. He wrinkled his nose at the sight before quickly setting off to tidy the place up.

He zoned out while he was cleaning, for the most part. His mind was mostly on what his new project might be and how he would be able to keep up with the mess all the others seemed so keen on making. And soon enough the inside looked spotless and he was off to clean up the mess outside. That being the branch peices that had been shattered all over the ground earlier. So he swept and swept and swept. As he did, his mind wandered from projects and future messes and instead became caught on the stranger he had only recently met. He had to admit it stung a little, not knowing this person who seemed so caught in the lives of those he cared for. He knew it probably shouldn't, yet it did all the same.

He hardly had time to ruminate on the topic when he heard a set of feet he knew all too well, a glance behind showing his brother arriving back home.

"Brok!" He called, the blue dwarf turning his head almost immediately at the sound.

"The fuck you want!" He called back. Sindri took his opportunity to swipe away the last of the splintered branches before quickly making his way to his brothers side.

"I thought you should know the bow string worked! It was actually more effective than I had originally anticipated!" Sindri began his boasting, the project something he had largely worked on by himself. He got an eye roll in response.

"Well whoopty fuckin' do. Least I know yer done blowin' up all my shit" Sindri immediately regretted having said anything.

"It was one time! At least I don't nearly burn the house down every time I make something to eat!" He rebutted but Brok seemed hardly effected.

"If ya don't like my methods then you can cook yer own damn food!" Brok took a turn into the workshop to which Sindri didn't follow. Instead he stood annoyed on the other side of the workbench. Something Brok didn't seem to notice or care about either as he went to work on whatever he had planned.

For a while longer there was silence between the two. That was until Sindri found himself thinking about the stranger again. He found that his curiosity only grew the more he allowed himself to think about it.

"How long have you known them?" Sindri asked out of the blue. Brok's face twisted a moment, his eyes glancing towards his brother before back down to his work.

"Who're ya talkin' about?" he asked, striking his hammer once more.

"Y/n- you know who I'm talking about! You two seemed close" he asked again, this time Brok considered his words.

"What's got ya so curious?" Sindri took a moment to ponder exactly that. Surely it was just because of your shared company. But perhaps too it could be his intrigue in your work and his astonishment at your lack of care for it. Or even just the simple fact that he was curious for curiosity's sake.

Maybe it was that you just seemed so strangely familiar. Like the itch of a memory he couldn't quite grab hold of. A stranger he's somehow met before.

"Nothing in particular. I just find it strange that I didn't know about them until now" Sindri settles on the obvious answer but his tone was sharper than he had meant it. He wasn't sure if Brok noticed.

"I's told ya about 'em before. Just not in no detail" Brok explained which only brought more questions to Sindri.

"Why not?" Was the one he decided it best to ask first.

"'Cause it weren't nothin' your nose needed stickin' in" he answered flatly.

"Well it seems to be plenty of my business now" Sindri countered and Brok huffed.

"Ain't nothin' important to tell you" Sindri was growing unsatisfied with his answers.

"But why not just tell me anyway?" Brok  was growing visibly frustrated.

"S'this some sorta interrogation?" He was openly indignant by this point but Sindri most definitely wasn't backing down. So, before Sindri could try to push him again and further delay his work, he answered.

"I mets 'em when they's was half dead fightin' off some Draugr at the start'a Fimbulwinter. Didn't know they's was involved with the other two until a whiles after. Now if yer done sniffin' my ass like a dung beetle on date night, I would like to get back to work!" Brok's frustration became more visible the more he spoke until he was eventually fully turned to Sindri, his annoyance more than obvious.

"Well if you would have just answered my questions I wouldn't have to ask so many!" Sindri defended against the clear wishes of his brother, causing him to turn back to his work in a huff.

"If ya don't get yerself somethin' better ta do I swear ta whatever god'll listen that I'll jump over this table and lick ya-"

"Leaving!" Sindri didn't hesitate to immediately vacate the area, knowing damn well that Brok's threat was anything but empty. Yet now he felt his curiosity nearly burn him, Brok's words having only left him with more to question. But he tried to brush it off as best he could.

He had work to do after all.

-

The journey was longer than you had originally thought, but finally, after having met Durlin and walking yourselves through precarious machines, old maze like mine shafts and fighting frankly less creatures than you would have thought while looking for a maybe not so dead god, the four of you had made it to a final set of large wooden doors. Well, technically not so much the final door as it was the last one you all would be looking through, considering you could all spend weeks in here if you really wanted to search the place.

It looked pretty sealed, more than any other the four of you had gone through anyway. But it wasn't anything difficult for you all to figure out. A few shots from Atreus' new bow string took out the metal on the sides well enough and a good pull from Kratos' blades should-

"Hvat er at gerast!?" A voice yelled behind, your head immediately whipping to the sound and in so meeting the eyes of strangers. And oh boy, they didn't seem to friendly.

"We've got company!" You yelled, making sure the other two managed to pull themselves away from the task at hand. Thankfully, whether due to your words or the strangers yelling, they did.

Your movements were natural, planned. Kratos was quick to take his pick of the group and Atreus happily went to help, given that the two always did work so much better together. So you were left with the other. You didn't feel any need to complain though. As far as you were concerned you got the easy work. They had to deal with the bigger guy and you were pretty sure there were others heading their way.

"Alright, let's get this over with" you taunted your enemy, though you were pretty sure they couldn't understand you. Either way they didn't hesitate to charge.

The battle was as controlled as chaos got, as battles like this usually were. Every blow could have left you mauled, but such was the life you all lived. And, if you were being honest, they weren't really much of a challenge. A minor inconvenience at most.

Bodies dropped and it seemed that you all would get through this quickly. It lessened your hope that there was anything in the locked room if these were the people guarding it. Either way their numbers dwindled and soon only two remained. Given that you currently had your axe handle thoroughly wrapped around the throat of one of them, that would soon be only one.

You had thought to go through the effort of breaking his neck before a quick glance showed Atreus in front of you, his arrow waiting for a mark.

"Atreus! Over here!" You called. A second later the stranger fell limp, an arrow embedded in his skull.

"Behind you!" Atreus yelled as you dropped the body in your arms. You dodged at the last moment, the strangers weapon hitting nothing but dirt and rock. He hardly had a chance to look up before Kratos' axe met the back of his head. And so he dropped limp atop the other, the bodies piling up.

Then, finally, it seemed that it was over.

"Clearly they don't want us in there. This has to be it" Atreus proclaimed with all the confidence and hope that you couldn't have imagined clinging to by his age.

"Back to it then" Mimir encouraged, though you couldn't help but feel a little bad for the soon to be dashed hopes of the boy.

"I don't know. I feel like if Odin was going to hide away a war god, it would be with far more than a few Einherjar..." you tried to caution them. This all felt far too easy.

"Agreed" Kratos spoke, but his blades dug into the wood anyway and soon he was pulling the door from its hinges.

You had to give credit where was was due, if there was one thing Kratos did well, it was tear things apart. So it wasn't a surprise when he did so easily. The door collapsed in a way similar to a tree; its movement slow at first before quickly colliding with the ground.

Dust covered your vision, your hands trying to swipe the cloud away and coughing as it still made it to your lungs. But soon it settled, bits of light traveling through the remnants of it searching for a source other than the thin clouds to reflect off of. Your eyes squinted through the strange haze when finally you saw someone. Before a moment more could pass as the three of you approached, you heard Atreus call out.

"Tyr!" The name sent your stomach to your throat as you realized that you did in fact now stand at the feet of a once dead god. You couldn't find words. You hardly believed what you were seeing. By every sane metric it shouldn't be, yet here you stood, steps away from who you had long known as legend told in stories of great acts of kindness and mercy. A betrayer of Aesir, a god of war who fought for his mission towards peace.

"What trickery is this, Odin? What game do you play with me now?" His head hardly moved and didn't dare raise to meet the eyes of any of you. He only sat, unmoving, uncaring.

"We're not with Odin. We're the good guys!" Atreus, ever the optimist, tried to convince Tyr that this wasn't some sort of trick. An attempt you knew was in vain just from a glance at the fallen god. It was then you noticed he was far from what he once was. A broken man with the fading visage of a legend among many.

You placed a hand on Atreus' shoulder to hold him back. The boy glanced up at you as you shook your head slightly, warning him to keep his distance.

Kratos wasted no time in getting behind Tyr and grabbing the rope that clung to his neck. With a pull the rope grew taught and a swift swing his blades cut threw it easily.

Far too easily.

"This...Is the god of war?" Kratos asked the question, though by his tone you knew he was far from impressed. You gave him a sharp look. That was surely no way to address someone who had spent hundreds of years hidden away at the mercy of God's as cruel as the Aesir.

"Those blades..." Tyr spoke, his eyes transfixed on the red glow that had cut him free. But then the eyes fell again, acceptance covering him.

"I know you..." his tone was full of subtle disdain.

"God-killer" his disdain no longer subtle. His eyes finally met Kratos

"Have you come for me now?" He asks, his resentment clear. His words weren't empty; he knew of the ghost.

"Only to free you-" your father tried reaching a hand.

"Stay away!" Tyr quickly coward from him as he moved himself away, his tone a beg for mercy in its own. Atreus tried to step in but your hand held him back once more. His look to you was full of confusion that you cooled with a patient stare.

"Brother, let me try" Mimir spoke up and Kratos didn't hesitate to give the man a chance.

"Tyr- Tyr! Look...You know me, don't you?" Mimir's voice was jovial, friendly even. Like he was meeting with an old pal under far less dire circumstances.

"You...You killed Mimir!" Well that certainly wasn't the reaction you had hoped for.

"No, no! No, no no no!" Mimir frantically tried to convince.

"Yeah we- we brought him right back!" Atreus, in his own set of frantics now, tried to calm the situation in the worst way possible. You pulled the boy away from Tyr as you saw things quickly going south.

"You...stay away from me, you monsters!" Tyr cried out, whatever previous confidence he held staring down the god-killer now utterly evaporated as he stumbles his way to his feet, bumping the door frame on his way out.

"Stop!" Atreus pulled from your grip and began to run after him, taking only a glance back to the three of you as he went to catch up.

"We need him!" He justified before booking it after him.

"Wait!" Kratos called as he took a spot beside you. The both of you barely set to a run before more of the Einherjar came down from above and out of crevices. You hardly had the time to see one attempt a push and pull match with Kratos when you have two on you. You struggle against them a moment, shifting your weight around until one falls to your heel, a quick stomp knocking them out before you were able to throw the other to the ground beside them, your axe splitting their skull just in time for you to look up and see Kratos shoved through some unstable wood and out of sight completely. And worse yet, he left three more up here for you to deal with.

Great. Looks like you've got to figure this out on your own.

|Next Chapter|

[cyberdragoninfinity]

If you haven’t gotten him yet for the ask game: syrus? Vehicroid time….

SYRUSSSS nobodys asked him yet but i will happily go off...

Why I like them/why I don’t: SYRUS TRUESDALE MY ACTUAL FAVORITE YUGIOH CHARACTER IM NOT KIDDING he's another one of those characters ive howled and wailed a thousand times about but god. i love him so much. character who resonated deep with me, he's such a good depiction of the sort of teenage self-consciousness neurosis an anxious terminally shy not many friends kid can stew in, and then he has a genuine character arc!! and it's a great one, one of the best in the show! he really is like the joey of gx and it pains me that people dont gaf about him half the time. he actually grows and develops and his dynamic with his brother makes me insaneo craayayayaayzaayy. also hes FUCKING MEAN AND IT'S HILARIOUS?!? YOURE LIKE 4'11" CHILL OUT i love him to bits!!! if i ever meet wayne grayson im gonna be in tears.

What I like about their appearance: honestly it's the glasses. i love the canon (from tag force) factoid that syrus changes his glasses when something big happens to him but nobody notices. I'LL NOTICE SWEETIE!!!

Do I prefer their dub names or original names? sorry im a dub name enjoyer 193489523984% here. "syrus with an S" is like absolute peak 4kids dub name its been stuck in my brain since 2006. im obsessed with it. like hell yeah man thats a syrus if ive ever seen one they were right.

OTP: WELL IM UNWELL AND MADE UP A SHIP FOR HIM THAT I GOT ATTACHED TO. SO. my kingdom for syrus/mana i think they could be autism4autism weird kids who match each others' freak so well. syrus deserves to be someone's lameass boyfriend. schoolbusshipping. fuck it.

NOTP: again not into jaden/syrus. but also if you ship him with zane i hope you explode ten thousand times

OT3: i dont think i have one for him??? hrm

Favourite card they use: POWER BOND. WAHHHH. i do also love the vehicroids theyre all SO so goofy. his little chevron cars.

Favourite moment they were in: will forever love his season 4 duel where he uses the cyberdarks and kicks that Jinzo guy's ass but honestly i think one of my all time favorite sy moments is the dub exclusive "YOU TRADED MY BED FOR A CARD." theres so many funny syrus lines this kid is hilarious

Least favourite moment: i dont think i have any moments that i just severely dont like with him but sometimes he is a little weird about women. stop that. sprays him with a hose

Something I associate with them: this post

[deanwax]

OC Interview

Cheers for the tag, @illarian-rambling!

I'll nudge a no-presh tag towards @fortunatetragedy, @thatndginger, @the-golden-comet, @winterandwords + open tag to anyone who wants to play :D Blank questions to copy/paste are under the cut at the end of this post.

I'll interview Deerfoot from my current WIP, Cycle's End, which you can read here on AO3. Though I will have to change "movies" to "stories" because movies don't exist in their universe XD

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Are you named after anyone?

I don't have a name right now. When I was born, my mother chose a name for me that was beautiful. It didn't fit. At the end of my journey, I should choose a new name for myself. I still don't know if I will fashion it after my father or something else entirely.

When was the last time you cried?

There have been so many times that they blur together. Sometimes I don't notice the tears. I would like... mmh, meal times. I would like meal times not to make me cry anymore.

Do you have kids?

... No. I decided this long ago. After five years of bleeding, I went to the healer Laela and tended her home for one moon cycle. In return, she cut my womb out of me and cared for me while the healing crystals did their work. Then I went out on my own.

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

That's a vulgar way of speaking. Maybe I'd pick up some of it working on the docks. It's funny to think about.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

You can make a good assessment of a person by the foot they choose to carry. They say Catpaws are the least trustworthy, but Micefeet are so sly that you often don't notice their foot at all... unless you know where to look.

What’s your eye colour?

My eyes are dark when I look in the water.

Scary stories or happy endings?

I...

[there is a long silence]

I would like a happy ending, please.

Any special talents?

I can trap and travel, cook and clean and light fires and make tools. I am hard working. I guess the talent of it is perseverance.

Where were you born?

I was born in a small town on the outskirts of the forest, three Lodestones away from any big city. The land was good for running orchards, and the forest has deer if you know where to find them.

Do you have any pets?

Our family kept an old cat to keep the mice away. He was missing an eye, but at least he was never missing a paw.

What sort of sports do you play?

Games are for children. I don't much like dice or knucklebones, either. Maybe my plan to work on the docks was a foolish fancy. I wish... hrm. I guess wishes are for children, too.

How tall are you?

Not as tall as I'd like, but it makes it easier to hide.

What was your favourite subject in school?

I didn't go to school. Of all the things my mother and father taught me, my most favourite one was how to process a deer. She was my first kill, and we spent days with her. Her hide makes my waterskin, my belt. I cooked and dried and ate her flesh. We rendered the marrow in her bones, sowed her innards in the earth under and apple tree. I could only whittle simple things like bone needles and fish hooks, but my father made an inlay in the handle of my hatchet. I have worn her hoof on a leather cord ever since.

What is your dream job?

... I don't know. I don't know anymore.

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Are you named after anyone?

When was the last time you cried?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

What’s your eye colour?

Scary stories or happy endings?

Any special talents?

Where were you born?

Do you have any pets?

What sort of sports do you play?

How tall are you?

What was your favourite subject in school?

What is your dream job?

[silly-goose-kid]

🍄🍬🎨🌻 :)))

🍄 - share a headcanon for one of your favourite ships/pairings

AUGHHH this is weirdly hard to pick a specific headcanon… okay hm. akito weighted blanket when toya needs grounding/comfort, hair ruffles and pats and kisses et cetera we know the drill. toya often little spoons despite being taller, because akito likes the sensation of holding him; he’s at neck level when they do this and will cover the back of toya’s neck in little kisses. toya really likes watching akito sleep, because he’s always so focused and energetic and driven in the day; it’s very very nice to watch him just be peaceful and soft when he’s sleeping.

🍬 - post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

OHH GOODNESS I don’t have many unpopular opinions I’m a basic bitcg… i feel bad being mean to popular characters lmao

not exactly a popular character buyuuuuut people should do more with harumichi. is he a good dad NO!!!! is he fucking trying Yes. badly? probably but still. there’s sooooo much interesting stuff you can do with him and toya’s Slowly developing relationship and people don’t use that enough (yes i am absolutely guilty of using him for angst but can you blame me my point still stands)

🎨 - link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

OOOO OKAY. hrm. need to think and get links

cuddles - yes i know who sent this ask no i do not care. any akitoya soft cuddles art gets me… same artist akitoya sleepy doodles auuuugh 😭😭 they’re so comfort

staying warm - everyone knew I would link them who cares. gestures of love through gift giving and knowing someone so well, the colour palette with all the browns… again just comfort and love auuuugh

sneepy - can you tell i like cuddles. this one is girltoya so extra flare but just… morning snuggles… toya rarely waking up before akito so it being a nice thing for her to watch him sleep DUMB SLEEPU AKITO help.

also: anything by @/actual-rowlet, @/xulips, and @/buunyuwu (on Instagram)!! might reblog tomorrow to add more when I have better wifi + not sleepy!!!

🌻 - tag someone you appreciate but don’t talk to on a regular basis

HMMM…. idk if i have anyone like this i talk to most of my moots… most people like this are my ao3 commenters not all of whom have tumblr (that i know of). if any of you are reading this: @v1bri i do know your tumblr, flamboyanceiskey, cinnamaow, akitosbiggesthater, and kamisai, I LOVE YOU!!!! there are def others that im forgetting but i loooove all my frequent/recurring commenters so much, it means sm to me that people appreciate my fics <33 also @chifuyunohnashi as an author!!!! one of my favs ever, got me reading a ship I don’t even like

TY OOMF!! <33

also as a treat, on that point about harumichi: a reeeeeeally old wip I wanna finish under the cut