#IT'S HERE !!!

[nekrosmos]

Nik would take Price on vacation everywhere, you know he has a photo album full of pictures of them travelling <3

[bridoesotherjunk]

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

GET OUT YOUR JACK O' MELONS TUMBLR SUMMERWEEN IS UPON US ONCE MORE

[rocktavian]

[tuttle-did-it]

HAPPY THRESHOLD DAY LADS

[snow-white-shadow]

I'M SO HYPED, GUYS

[stellesappho]

i wanna live in a land of lakes where the great waves break and the night runs right into the day i wanna be with ones i left - i will be back one day by lord huron

[maybe-im-dark]

Brotherly reunion

Part 1

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The alley was dark, cast in a murky orange glow from a single flickering streetlight, as Wade strolled down the cobbled path. The TVA had messaged him; apparently the whole time ripper thing had caused an anomaly in one of the timelines and someone had escaped and made their way into theirs. Someone related to Logan, as far as they could tell. So before they pruned them, they wanted him to check it out. Wade hadn’t told Logan about this. He didn’t want him being confronted with his past again, now that he had settled in.

Wade squinted, trying to make out the figure lurking in the shadows, leaning against the brick wall. As he approached, the shape became clearer—a towering man, dark and broad, with muscles that strained beneath a well-worn black coat. His arms, though intimidating, showed a hint of age; the forearms, visible under the rolled cuffs of his sleeves, were scarred and slightly weathered, veins prominent under his skin. There was a streak of grey in his otherwise dark hair, and deep lines creased his forehead and circled his eyes, telling a story of years hard-lived. Wade noticed a slight bulge over the waistband of his black pants, not quite hidden by the coat that had seen better days.

But the smell—that was what hit Wade first. A pungent blend of old, cracked leather, metallic blood, and stale sweat, lingering like a storm cloud over the man. He wrinkled his nose and wondered how he hadn’t been affected by the Transigen GMO's, since he was from the old timeline. He probably had been hunting animals, living off raw meat and not been eating processed food with cornsyrup in it.

„Victor Creed,“ Wade said, drawing the name out with a grin. “Figures that it’s you.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his face before the aggression returned, his jaw clenched tightly. “You…” His gaze shifted, lingering on Wade’s face with a mix of recognition and distrust. “You’re not supposed to be here, and you’re not supposed to look like that.”

Wade shrugged, unbothered by the towering man’s confusion. “Oh, I look different, huh? Let’s see, last time you saw me, my mouth was sewed shut, and I was basically Stryker’s attack dog. Not a great look, admittedly.”

Victor’s face twisted with anger, and his fists clenched. “Don’t mention Stryker,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “He betrayed us, did something to you!”

Wade raised an eyebrow, fighting back the urge to burst into laughter. “Ah, ‘Weapon XI,’ the silent treatment, I remember it like it was yesterday. But I’m back, better than ever, and with all my snarky bits intact.” He leaned in closer. “So, what brings you to this little universe-hopping adventure, huh? Trying to find Logan? ‘Cause, let me tell ya, buddy, he’s not rolling out the welcome mat anytime soon. In fact, he already killed you, but that was another version of you played by Tyler Mane.”

Victor’s hand twitched, claws extending as he bristled with frustration. “This—this isn’t real. You’re not real. None of this is.” His voice broke for a split second, conflicted memories flashing in his eyes. “Stryker’s playing another trick, isn’t he?”

“Oh, this is no trick,” Wade chuckled, crossing his arms with a cocky grin. “And, hate to break it to ya, but I’m very real. Painfully real.” He reached up to tug at his mask, as if to drive the point home. “I mean, not to brag, but I’m the only Deadpool who can pull off this look.”

Victor growled, taking a threatening step forward. “I don’t know who you think you are—”

Wade cut him off, raising a finger. “You know, for someone as big and bad as you, you sure smell like Logan’s second-hand gym socks. Must run in the family.”

Victor froze, his claws twitching. “You think you’re funny?” he snarled, his voice low but tense with restrained anger.

„Oh absolutely“, Wade said giving a little bow. „I’m hilarious. My one-man show is practically sold out and it features a lot of jokes about feral mutants with serious anger issues! Wanna hear some?“

Victor’s eyes bore into Wade’s, flickering with a mixture of hatred, recognition, and reluctant restraint. He took a shaky breath, his chest heaving, but not attacking yet.

“Look“, Wade said. „I’ve been through enough timey-wimey nonsense to know when someone’s having an existential crisis. Just breathe, big guy. You’re in another universe. One where I’m free to talk as much as I want, and where you—if I’m reading the room correctly—are basically a walking time bomb of confusion and anger.”

“So, instead of fighting like the predictable musclehead you are,” Wade added, pacing around him in a circle, “how about you tell me why you’re here? I mean, you’re probably wondering where Logan is.“

Victor stared at him. „This version of you knows Jimmy?“

Wade didn’t miss a beat. „Oh, we know each other. We’ve fought together, bled together, saved the world, argued about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza.“

Victor’s expression darkened, his eyes flickering with a mix of confusion and anger. „Where is he?“

„Oh, don’t worry, he’s around. Probably off brooding in our living room, glaring the TV down and petting Puppins. He’s probably pissed i didn’t tell him where i was going.“ Wade stepped closer, now inches from Victor’s face and whispered theatrically. „But between you and me i think he'd be a bit scared of seeing his big brother. Daddy issues, maybe?“

Victor snarled and lunged, his claws stopping inches from Wade’s throat. „Tell me where he is or i’ll make sure you never talk again.“

Wade’s eyes lit up with excitement. „Ooooh, threats! They’re like foreplay but with more sharp objects.“ He reached out and gently pushed Victor’s claws down, unbothered by the danger. „But fine, fine, i’ll take you to him. I’m sure he’d love to see you, big guy. Just don’t get too emotional, okay? I’m not good with tearful reunions. Makes me all…verklempt.“

Victor’s lip curled, a hint of a growl rumbling in his throat, but he seemed to rein it in, his eyes still blazing with barely-contained fury and something else—something raw and almost vulnerable, though Wade knew better than to bring that up.

“Fine,” Victor snarled, falling in line behind Wade, who, with an exaggerated swagger, began leading the way.

As they walked, Wade couldn’t resist the urge to chatter. “So, what brings you to this universe anyway? Bad breakup? Midlife crisis? Need a bit of family therapy? Though i gotta warn you, this Logan is not your Logan. He’s from a different universe. I’ll explain more on the way.”

Victor’s silence was absolute, his jaw tight as he focused ahead, each step heavy with tension. Wade continued to grin, unfazed. He knew Logan’s brother was trouble, but he couldn’t help but poke the bear—especially when the bear looked so damn serious about it.

„Anyway, should we grab chimichangas to bring home? You must be hungry. Or are you just gonna go and hunt down a squirrell?“

Victor didn’t answer, his fists still clenched as he glared at Wade, but there was a slight shift in his eyes—a mix of fury and pain he couldn’t quite hide.

[lineffability]

hey remember when aziraphale and crowley ran into each other in rome and aziraphale said 'well then let me tempt you to- oh, no, that's your job, isn't it, haha'? what if crowley succumbed to the temptation in more ways than one? what if they had oysters and sex about it? then what?

wordcount: 17,8k rating: explicit tags: PWP, Rome 41AD, oysters, so many oysters, so many orgasms too, banter, little bit of emotion little bit of angst, but mostly fun, oysters and aardvarks, food kink, oral fixation, roman baths, an oyster is never just an oyster, and what is love but hunger (more tags on ao3)

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[radiance1]

Making another for the Interdimensional Mini Occult Detective au.

Tucker is very, very, very stunned by this new dimension. After he managed to settle himself down enough for him to actually start looking into this place, he realized that it is vastly different from that of his own.

There was heroes and villains, people called 'metas' that had powers that others don't, magic is just plain out in the open instead of hidden on the downlow and there's genuine aliens that both reside on and have tried to take over this planet.

This is, well out of his normal experiences, he would admit. Even with knowing Danny and being involved with ghost hunting when he was younger.

He questioned how that government branch managed to do what they did, and if they were a genuine government branch at all and didn't just, you know, mess with his own governments heads to make them one.

Safe to say, there is a lot he doesn't know about, and not knowing is something he doesn't like. Because facing an entire magical branch on his lonesome, knowledge and technology was the only way he could even the playing field somewhat between them.

But now, not only was his knowledge put into question, but his only other weapon has been reduced to-which certainly useful- a single arm bracer. Which is painfully lacking when compared to his usual arsenal that he equipped himself with.

Okay, this, this is fine.

Everything was fine.

He just had to gather information like he did before, but he doesn't have access to his various spybots, but it's fine he could just remake them.

But he doesn't have the materials to do so.

...

He regrets a lot of things.

Facing the magical branch alone wasn't one of them, but various mistakes surrounding them did he regret. People he failed to save, experiments he was too late to stop, magical artifacts he failed to get before them, failing to know regarding them and putting others in danger because of not knowing.

His biggest regret, as of right now, is that he couldn't have even left behind a note for his best friends. Or at least a video recording, he didn't even get to say goodbye.

Would he even get to see them again...?

...

Alright, that's enough of that. He's the Tucker Foley, one of the best detectives regarding the occult and the regular enemy to and a threat to the magical branch. He doesn't have time to just sit around and think depressing thoughts.

Who cares if he's been stranded in another dimension? He can just force his way back to his own! Who cares if he's a child? He's done a lot of things as a kid, and he sure as hell wasn't stopping now just because he's goddamn 10-years-old.

He made himself their enemy, and he'll keep being their enemy until he sees them extinguished.

Now that that's out of the way.

He hacked into a nearby source for wifi, and took to the wide web. First order of business, information gathering.

He needs to know and by the Ancient's sake he will.

[marionette-j2x]

"...Fin"

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Iggy

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The wild child, the mad lad, the resident scientist himself! I think about him a regular amount.

Left-handed.

His powers are more plant-based, and he's very good at controlling them, but inventing is a big hobby of his that plays into how he attacks. To put it in other terms, he's got Artificer software running on Druid hardware.

His eye color is a rare mutation of his draconic koopa biology, though it does give him some issues with his vision, hence the glasses.

He's definitely wacky, but he's not actually ‘demented’ or ‘insane’ like most think he is. That being said, he likes to play up the whole ‘mad scientist' act around other people because he enjoys their reactions. Maybe a little too much…

April Fool's is a banned celebration in the castle because of him. Not that it stops him from pulling pranks on any other day of the year.

His favorite fruits are more tropical things; kiwis, pineapples, and starfruit.

Prefers Chain Chomps and other animals to people, as he's not great with conversation nor predicting people. Rumor has it that he can actually speak with them, but whether it's true remains to be seen.

He occasionally gets nonverbal when an experiment goes awry, or when he’s so upset he can’t find the words for it. His siblings check in on him every once in a while, and he does end up speaking again after a few hours / a day.

His hair naturally falls into a mohawk like in his earlier depictions; he just likes styling it back to differentiate himself from Lemmy.

Doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but he's a big fan of savory things. That said, he does have a fondness for carrot cake.

He actually made his glasses when he realized his eyes didn’t see well with traditional lenses… and because he needed something that was fireproof, blast-proof, and freeze-proof, just to name a few. When he realized he could market it on a professional basis, Iggy’s Glass was created.

He's a big fan of his veggies! He's not a strict vegetarian, nor is he opposed to meat whatsoever, he just likes his greens more. Like I said, Druid hardware.

Speaking of food, if he's craving something, he often decides what to have not by flavor, but by texture. He looooves crunchy stuff or things he can rip into, like sandwiches with hard bread or jerky sticks.

He helps Wendy with her baking hobby! Baking is just another form of chemistry, after all, and he likes having something to do with his hands. He doesn't like cooking much, though. Too much guesswork.

He makes so many things for his siblings for holidays and birthdays, and is always touchingly surprised if they get him something personal or practical (not that he shows it).

He got Morton a camera for his tenth birthday to support his scrapbooking hobby, and is secretly very pleased that Morton takes such good care of it. He also denies crying when Morton showed him the page he made of the two of them with the photos he took.

His handwriting is the worst out of the seven. Given how fast he needs to write to keep up with his experiments, and his habit of using short phrases that only he understands, it's really legible to just him.

He genuinely is pretty funny. His humor is skewed towards shitposter memes thanks to Roy and Larry, but his sense of comedic timing to drop a bomb or punchline is perfect.

Will respond to highly cursed memes and images along the lines of "Oh, that's AWFUL. I LOVE IT."

His currency is amusement. You wanna get on his good side or impress him, making him laugh. This is harder then it sounds; if he can tell you’re trying too hard, he’ll just blast you with sarcasm.

Ludwig is teaching him how to play the accordion. It’s just as chaotic as it sounds.

He's a big fan of bad B-movie horrors, making fun of them while also unironically enjoying how terrible they are. He's got a few posters of them in his room.

He was the dog version of a warrior cats kid. I'm sorry, but it's true.

He likes to collect bugs! It's not a very big collection, seeing as the Darklands is uninhabitable by a majority of insects, but he likes learning and talking about them to anyone interested.

One of the most terrifying generals out of the Koopalings to the troops; not because he’s especially mean or strict or anything, but because you’ll have no idea how he’ll react to something. He is, however, perhaps also one of the the least military-inclined out of his siblings, much preferring his lab to a war room.

Will wear the UGLIEST shirts with zero concerns. Will also wear socks and sandals. Wendy loathes him.

Doesn't like coffee; the taste makes him nauseous. He's more of a soda guy, anyway.

He and Larry are huge sci-fi nerds, and enjoy bonding over comics and mecha anime and going to cons together. Also a big fan of horror; the more gore, the better.

Cannot draw people for shit. Animals and plants he can do okay at, but more in an anatomical kind of way then any artistic sort of style. Blueprints, however, are a different story.

Genuinely likes pistachio ice cream. None of his siblings know why, nor do they want to know.

Like Lemmy, he's very much a fan of pulling a prank and doing the "ohhhh I'm just a little guy, and it's my birthday, I'm a lil birthday boooy" routine. Unlike Lemmy, this rarely works for him.

His lab is his safe haven; it may be a mess in some places, but it's his mess. If you touch something you shouldn't, be prepared to get whacked.

Can and will pick up bugs and eat them. Bonus if they’re dipped in chocolate.

He doesn’t have any particular favorite flowers, but he's got a side hobby of cross-breeding and mutating plants for both science and in the sense of, in his own terms, “fucking around and finding out.”

[arttsuka]

Reverse mermaid au (but this time it's the normal one)

[meloooooonade]

JOJOLAAAAND! MR JOJOLAAAAND!!!

May i pleeeeaaaase have an autograph 🥺🥺🥺✒️