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Believix fairy Danny, fairy of the realms balance! Prompt

Danny is just trying to scout a good city to set up as a base in but he keeps getting sidetracked. He keeps needing to save people and helping!

It's not his fault for saving that little boy from the fire or that cat rescue needed help getting all those cats out.

"Danny you cannot keep doing this! Sam exasperatedly yelled at him over the com link. Danny involuntarily wincing slightly.

"Well what was i supposed to do, not save those poor cats? I couldn't just not save them!"

"Danny do you have fairy dust for a brain! The justice League is looking for you The Batman wants you in for questioning you!"

* Damian was the "little boy" Danny saved. Said little boy is still railing from having been saved by a fairy. With big fairy wings and fairy dust fluttering in the wind.

Believix fairy Danny, fairy of the realms balance! Witch Sam who switched to be a, Specialists Sam & Tucker!

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Aw hey I never posted this one!! This is from last year but I’m still real happy with it. And it never would’ve happened except that @lillylunala was nice enough to help clean up the sketch for me!! Thanks again Lilly u da best ^^

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Can I ask for a sam wilson prompt with I want a family, and can it have smut and fluff please?

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Sam Wilson x plus size reader

After spending the day caring for Cass and AJ, you and Sam realise that you want kids of your own.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, fluff

WC: 670

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3000 Follower Celebration

The Louisiana sun had been incredibly hot that day but it did nothing to dampen the spirits of your boyfriend’s nephews. They ran and played for a solid 12 hours before collapsing into their beds, too tired to even change into their pyjamas.

You smiled down at them as you tucked them in, ensuring that both were dead to the world. You gave each of them a kiss on their heads before cautiously walking out of their room, leaving the door open just an inch.

“They sleep like the dead, you don’t have to be so cautious.” A deep voice startled you. You squeaked in shock, only just managing to slam your hand over your mouth before you made any more noise. Sam stood at the end of the hall, laughing at you

“You asshole!” You hissed, “I’m trying to get into their good books!” With a light step, you traversed the short hallway, intent on slipping past your boyfriend but  evidently, he wasn’t going to let that slide. Sam grabbed your wide hips with his right hand and tugged you back into his strong chest.

You fought his hold for a moment but as his woodsy cologne washed over you, you slumped against him. “Buttercup, they like you more than they like me. I think you’re good.” He chuckled as he pressed a loving kiss to your hair and gave your side a firm squeeze. “Now, let’s get you home. I’ve been neglected all day and I think I deserve some lovin now.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah yeah, only if you open a bottle of wine.” 

“Whatever you want, buttercup.” He pecked your temple and guided you down the stairs with a chuckle.

With all the windows in your small home thrown open, a pleasant sea breeze fluttered over you and your boyfriend as you sat on your couch. Two empty wine glasses sat on the coffee table, their transparent surfaces stained red and yet neither of you made a move to go clean them.

Your lips were locked together in a kiss that had started off as one of your typical pecks but quickly heated to a full on make out as Sam grabbed the back of your head, keeping your lips against his. Something had gotten into your boyfriend and you weren’t complaining.

“Sam.” You moaned as his kisses travelled from your mouth to your jaw then travelled down to your neck, where he began to bite and nip at the delicate skin. “What’s gotten into you?” 

“Just hoping I can get into you.” He murmured against your pulse while not-so-subtly pushing you back to lay down.

“Sam.” You said more firmly. He sighed.

“I want a family with you. You’re just so good with the boys and I kept thinking about how you would be with our kids.” His voice didn’t waver, he knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.

“Then take your pants off Captain, we’ve got some babies to make.” 

The next thing you knew, you were on your back, stripped down to nothing as Sam hovered over you, his big hands gripping your plush thighs. He pulled them over his hips, spreading your legs open for him. Your tongues tangled together as Sam tilted your lower body upwards, positioning the head of his bare cock at your entrance.

“Fuck!” He groaned into your ear. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, your nails digging into his back as your ankles locked over his ass. “Buttercup you gotta relax, you’re too tight.”

“Feels too good. Need you to get me pregnant.” Sam’s hips bucked at your words, forcing his thick cock even deeper into you. You could feel him throbbing almost violently, as if he was about to cum. 

“You’re in for it now. There’s no way you aren’t going to have my baby after tonight.” He growled, pulling his hips back and slam forward again. “Get ready buttercup, I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“Bring it on.”

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AN (APPROXIMATE) TIMELINE OF THE NAVIGATORS

Cosmodyssey's given us a slew of the Astral Express' former Navigators and my first question was, naturally, if we can actually give them a distinct order outside of "Himeko is the current Navigator".

The good news: Two-thirds of them can be cleanly placed on a timeline because most of their backstories imply or directly mention specific universal events. The other third is...blurry, but in my attempt to construct a timeline here I'll be giving my rationale for why I'm placing them where they are.

This is going to be long so I'm putting it under a cut.

Capy Baba is the earliest of the Navigators given to us in Cosmodyssey, and it's very easy to discern why. Their backstory explicitly mentions they took the helm at the end of the Swarm Disaster and that their "predictive pathfinding" helped the Express avoid the Swarm. They also existed in a pre-Synesthesia Beacon period of history and needed a human translator to aid them. Their work helped revitalize the Express' star maps so well that they're still in use today, and eventually Capy Baba retired peacefully once they were done with their work.

I'm not sold on the precise order of these next three, only that they're after Capy Baba due to the presence of the IPC in two of their backstories and the third being an Intellitron. For the former two, the IPC wasn't formally established until the Swarm Disaster was over (I've double-checked since originally posting and it did exist pre-Swarm Disaster, it just saw massive expansion and reforms after the Disaster), and I don't believe you start seeing independent Intellitrons until after the Emperor's War is finished.

Sometime after the IPC is formed and starts hiring bounty hunters, the crew and passengers of the Astral Express mysteriously disappear. A bounty hunter named Oakley is enlisted by Pom-Pom to act as Navigator in the wake of the disappearance, and they accept. They help the Express fight off "star beasts" while helping find the missing passengers and recruiting new ones. This takes place over the course of six months, and once the crew is suitably replenished Oakley quietly leaves the Express. They still hold the record for the shortest recorded stint as Navigator.

Bob, formerly of the IPC-wanted crime syndicate Tarantula, joins the Astral Express as a guard. Eventually, it's discovered that he's joined under a false identity and his exposure results in his assignment to the role of Navigator. It's mentioned he had a hatred of mechanical life but still invited them onboard "in times of war" (which I take as a sign his stint was either during the Emperor's War or right around the same time). It's unknown how he met his end, just that he died in a heroic defensive battle.

Sam-3000 is an Intellitron and her tenure is the most distinctive out of the whole bunch since she led an entire fleet of Astral Expresses. There's likely a long period before and after her time as Navigator where the trains are constructed and then fall to the wayside, but her backstory mentions her career was during "an era of enterprise". I feel that's supposed to point towards her leading the Express during the Second Prosperity (a 500-Era economic windfall for the IPC that gets more explicitly mentioned later). She only retires once she's unable to replace her own parts.

For the rest of the Navigators, the order is very linear and defined.

Dolly was a musician from Tiafoe whose music was able to attract many new passengers to the Express, and even brought Akivili back onboard. It is during her tenure that the fall of Akivili occurs, an event experienced by all Nameless, and the moment starts Dolly's anomalous crystallization. Before she is completely petrified she's able to assign a new Navigator.

It's explicitly noted that Isee's historical record has been tampered with repeatedly by History Fictionologists, but assuming the story we're given is correct: Isee oversaw an important period in the Express' history, covering the fall of Akivili and the subsequent birth of Nanook. Their career was defined by the chaotic schisms and diaspora caused by the loss of the Trailblaze, but they remained steadfast even when the Express was reduced to two passengers. They eventually stepped down from the position, and it's explicitly mentioned who succeeded them in the role. Notably, the Omen Vanguards begin to appear in the universe after they step down.

Falcon Amundsen is listed as coming into the Navigator role shortly after Isee, and it's under him that the Express regains the glory it lost in the wake of Akivili's fall. He's explicitly mentioned as taking the helm during "the early days of the Cancer of All Worlds", and was likely the first navigator that had to deal with Stellarons. Falcon's efforts to rebuild the Star Rail inspired a new generation of Nameless, but he passed on before he could see the ultimate fruits of his work.

Granholm eventually takes the mantle of Navigator at the age of 17. His career was in "a time marred by disasters and fractured worlds" (Stellarons), and the Nameless are transformed into cosmic heroes under his tenure. Granholm spends his life on the Express and passes on peacefully of old age.

It's shortly after Granholm's passing that the Express falls into disrepair due to the influence of Stellarons on the Star Rail and the universe. The train eventually crashes into an unknown planet and remains unfound for so long that its legacy begins fading into myth.

Eventually, a teenage Himeko finds the stranded Express and spends many years fixing the train. Once her work is complete the Express takes to the stars again, with Himeko becoming the new Navigator. She is the current Navigator and (we hope) she'll stay in that position for a long time to come.

We obviously haven't gotten an exhaustive list but this is a lot of Navigators and we can draw a pretty clean timeline of who was in charge in important moments in the Star Rail universe's history (or, at the least, where the gaps are for when certain events happened). Even if we don't know every single person to ever fill the role it's still very comforting to be able to place people and cosmic events in relation to others like this.

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Whumptober Day 01: Race Against the Clock

Search Party

3487 Words; Ouroboros

TW for mentions of bloodsport

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The door slid open, and Norma immediately had to resist the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose and groan.

Arrayed throughout the room were the other junior agents. Gisu was at the computer, Lizzie standing beside her, and she hurried to minimize whatever she had pulled up on the screen the moment she caught sight of Norma. Raz and Adam were over with Morris by a box of paper records, and Sam was sitting on an old office chair in the corner, leaning over the back.

“So.” Norma put on an unimpressed expression and crossed her arms at the sight before her. Her fellow junior agents all wore varying expressions of sheepishness, which made her eyes narrow a fraction in irritation. “Why are all of you digging through confidential files?” Norma frowned as her voice came out higher than she wanted it, tinged with an emotion she couldn’t quite define as opposed to the level tone she had been aiming for. Hollis always made catching someone doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing look so cool; Norma felt awkward in comparison.

“No reason.” Raz’ face was pure innocence, hands folded in his lap like he hadn’t just been digging through the files of the box he was currently sitting on barely a second ago.

“Who said anything about confidential?” Lizzie challenged, affecting a casual air as she stared Norma down.

“Yeah,” Morris added, “Maybe we’re just grabbing a file for our mentors.” It was the weakest excuse Norma had ever heard from him—and she’d heard plenty of stinkers when he’d been dancing around the pirate radio station he thought he was hiding.

“Rrright.” Norma drawled, not buying it for a second. “All of your mentors, at the same time, sent you to look through files—most of which are confidential—to grab a file they could undoubtedly find for themselves in half the time?” Some part of her reveled in the way Gisu and Adam winced at her words—another part of her balked at the fact that Morris and Raz weren’t. Lizzie remained as collected as ever, and Sam… well, okay, Norma didn’t think she could ever make Sam wince.

Morris nodded. “Well, we weren’t all told to go look at the same time,” he explained, “but we all figured it would go faster if we worked together.” He sounded so confident, not stumbling over his words at all—Norma might have even believed the lie, if she hadn’t seen what Gisu and Lizzie had been looking at before Gisu minimized the file.

Adam nodded along. “Yeah, nothing to worry about.” He added, and Raz nodded along with him. He really was just a kid—discomfort pricked in Norma’s chest at the reminder.

Norma’s eyes narrowed. She stalked forwards, coming to a stop just beside Gisu and reaching for the mouse—

Lizzie’s hand was cold against her wrist, as it always was. Norma turned her ire to her sister—Lizzie’s eyes widened as she realized what she had just done, and what that action revealed.

Norma cleared her throat, carefully grabbed Lizzie’s arm with her free hand and freed her wrist, and then re-opened the file. Instead of perhaps the more innocuous mission report or amusing snide email chain, the file played across the screen detailed a mission that was ongoing—and more importantly, incredibly off-limits to anyone not a senior agent.

“I’m not stupid.” She said, glancing around at the room. Expressions varied, but it was clear—Norma had caught them in the act, and they all knew it.

Gisu threw her head back with a groan. “We were just looking!” She protested, wrestling the mouse back from Norma. “You don’t have to be so smug about it!”

Norma balked—she was not smug! “I’m not—” She started, only to pause and rethink. Recent… actions of hers still weighed in her mind. As much as she hated to admit it, some part of her was smug at catching them in the act. But another part of her that had been much larger as of late had her biting her lip, fingers twitching with what wasn’t quite frustration and what wasn’t quite dread. Fire itched in her brain, that sharp voice of reason in her head hissing at her to step back and think.

“Well, whatever.” Lizzie scoffed. “We can’t go anywhere with this, anyway.” Something in her tone implied that Norma was the one stopping them—or maybe Norma was just being paranoid. Still, she stepped back, regarding them all with a critical eye. Raz especially was obvious—how did she ever think he was the mole—frustration clear in his expression as his shoulders hunched. Norma could have laughed. Of course. Of course, they had all cooked up a plan to do something stupid and then went out of their way to exclude her—because of course they would, because who would ever want to talk to or work with a proven, snobby, snitch?

None of them needed to say it. Norma didn’t even need to be psychic to understand the shared thought in the room. They all wanted to do something… more. More interesting. More useful. More dangerous. More exciting. More like what they all imagined being a Psychonaut was like—and less menial.

Norma… she could never admit it, of course, because there was a method to how agents rose in the ranks and reckless self-endangerment wasn’t it, the voice in her head that often tended to have some degree of sense insisted—but some part of her agreed, with the notion that being a junior agent just hadn’t been enough. That she could—that she should—be doing more. Another voice, the same voice that had insisted that of course Raz had to be the mole, and was quite louder than the more sensible voice, agreed.

She looked at the screen again. “What did you even think you could do?” After the Lucktopus stunt, there was no way Hollis was going to clear any of them to go any further beyond the base than the nearest town—it didn’t matter that Hollis was still on vacation; she had passed the notion onto Truman, who was so bogged down with catching up on everything he had missed—and cleaning up the aftermath of the Gulch Incident—that he wasn’t going to approve anything beyond trips to town, either.

“It’s not like we’re gonna do anything dangerous.” Lizzie argued. “We’re just checking a lead that the senior agents are too busy to look at.”

Norma worked her jaw as she searched for what to say. “And how, exactly, did you plan to do that?” The lead Lizzie was referring to was two states away—there was no way for any of them to get there and back without being caught out.

“Ford!” Sam chimed in, before making her chair spin. It creaked ominously.

“Ford?” Norma repeated, incredulous.

“Ford.” Gisu agreed, to complete the bit.

“You’re going to get Ford to teleport you.” Norma confirmed, still not quite believing it. “And how are you going to convince him?”

Adam grabbed Raz by the sides and held him up like a cat. “Our secret weapon.” He said, and Raz beamed.

“Right.” Norma was decided. It was an easy decision, really—at least, easier than it would have been before Raz showed up and recent events—that Norma had played no small part in, to her displeasure. “I guess that’s enough of a plan to work off of, then.” She tried to look as collected as she could. “I’m coming with.”

Sam’s chair gave out with a final protesting groan, sending her clattering to the floor. Everyone stared as she picked herself up, dusted off her skirt, and then stared back at them all blankly.

“Okay…” Adam picked up the thread of the conversation. “Right, then,” he turned to Lizzie and Gisu. “Let’s look at what we know.” Gisu clicked through the files, and everyone crowded around her to peer at the screen. A summary—it appeared to be an investigation into the disappearance of various known psychics and their possible link to—

Norma frowned. “This is pretty serious.” She commented, fire dancing under her skin. A possible fighting ring, among other theories that were tossed around in the text.

“Oh, it gets better.” Gisu said, clicking through and opening a video file. The film was higher-quality than Norma was expecting. The content…

Lizzie and Adam both covered Raz’ eyes with their hands as the body hit the floor. Gisu closed out the video. “Apparently this place is pretty well known if you’re in the right circles.” She explained, flicking through to another file. “The video was recovered on a past mission. This is supposed to be the guy behind it, or something.”

Norma looked at—well, suspect was really the only word, wasn’t it? The picture was clean, professional—it was probably taken for a billboard or business card. The man in the picture had an easy smile, hands crossed over the handle of a suitcase resting on his legs. He looked like a run-of-the-mill CEO.

“And the lead?” Norma asked. She wasn’t sure if it was the heavy watch or the dark suit or if there really was something in the man’s eyes—whatever it was, the photo unsettled her. Not as much as the video, but—the man seemed larger than he really was, a sort of presence oozing from his features that made fire scratch against the inside of her skin.

Gisu pulled up the relevant file. A map.

Norma stared at the location—supposedly, this was a potential entrance to at least one of the rings, assuming there was more than one. It was also ridiculously mundane. “It’s a golf course.” She pointed out. “There’s nothing nearby that could be hiding an illegal fighting ring.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s underground.” Raz pointed out. Norma was once again reminded that oh, yeah, he was ten.

“Wrong kind of underground, Pooter.” Morris pointed out, but Sam was nodding in agreement with Raz, and Adam was looking contemplative.

“If it’s underground, then that might explain why it hasn’t been found yet.” Adam mused. “There aren’t really a whole lot of ways to check below the surface without digging.” He paused, then, “at least, nothing that the Psychonauts have access to.”

“So we’re digging?” Gisu asked.

“Yep.” Lizzie nodded. “We’re digging.”

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A few hours, one guilt-tripped Ford, and two massive teleports later, and they were all standing at the edge of a golf course.

“Soooo now what?” Sam asked, staring out at the greens as though a hole might open up in the ground before them.

“We look around.” Adam suggested. “There’s gotta be an entrance somewhere.”

With no better ideas, everyone sort of slowly split up, poking around for a few hours before reconvening by a small brick building at Morris’ insistence. Norma glanced at the signs over the two doors—restrooms.

“Nobody who’s gone into here has come out.” Morris pointed out, nodding towards the building in question. “And their minds go down before they disappear, too.”

“Ominous.” Norma muttered.

“Maybe there’s a serial killer in there.” Lizzie suggested, jokingly. “Or a vampire.”

“Absolutely not.” Norma groused. “That’s not possible.” She looked back at the plans. “Maybe there’s psychic inhibitors,” she suggested, “and that’s how the minds are ‘disappearing’.”

“Well, it clearly goes somewhere.” Raz pointed out, “or else people would have been coming out.”

“Pooter’s got a point.” Morris said.

“So what, we just… walk in?” Norma asked. “Surely the senior agents have tried that before.” She wasn’t entirely sure what they could do—they were barely even junior agents, and that title really only existed in the first place for Lili.

But oh, she wanted to do something. Fire itched under her skin. She pushed open the door, and walked inside, looking over at two stalls and the row of sinks. “It’s just a bathroom.” And a gross one, at that—it reeked of bleach and floral perfume that was only halfway managing to cover up the other scent permeating the room.

“That door in the back.” Adam stalked forwards and opened it, pausing in surprise at it being unlocked. A musty closet full of cleaning supplies stood before them.

Raz made a face. “You’re sure it’s in here?” He asked.

Morris shrugged. “If you want to keep looking and getting weird looks from golfers, be my guest.”

“Aha!” Adam stepped out of the closet as a previously-undiscovered mechanism activated. A shuddery sort of groan, and then, as Norma peered into the closet, a rush of stale air hit her in the face. An entrance had opened up in the back of the closet, dim red lighting revealing a stairway going down.

“Yeah, that’s gotta be it.” Gisu said.

Sam frowned. “That was really easy.” She pointed out.

“Well,” Adam began, staring at the stairwell to memorize it, “we got information. Now, how do we… get… back…” He trailed off as they all realized that they had no idea how they were going to contact Ford at this distance.

“I say we keep going.” Gisu suggested. “We’ve come this far, we might as well go all the way.”

“We don’t know what’s down there.” Morris said. “The senior agents didn’t find this door, so we’ve already made our contribution.”

“I never took you for a coward, Martinez.” Lizzie commented coolly, as Morris gasped. “We don’t really have a way back. I say we go for it.”

“Yeah!” Raz nodded. “I wanna see what’s down there.”

Adam swallowed, looking to Sam and Norma. Sam shrugged, and Adam turned to Norma.

Norma knew they should just turn back. They’d found the door, they could go home and tell the senior agents and try not to get into any more trouble than they were undoubtedly going to be in when it came out that they snuck off to a golf course two whole states away to try and find an illegal fighting ring linked to the disappearance of countless psychics—

Or they could investigate further. Be the psychonaut agents they were all trying to be, and do more than just finding a door that the senior agents would have undoubtedly found on their own once they had the time to investigate.

Don’t you want to do something impressive? That little voice asked, don’t you want to make up for snitching directly to the mole?

“Just a quick in an out couldn’t hurt, right?” Norma bit her lip as everyone’s attention turned to her. “We leave the moment things go bad.” Their scrutiny felt so heavy, pinning her in place like a bug.

“Well, that’s that.” Lizzie said, sounding faintly… victorious? “You two are outvoted.” Okay, that one was definitely edging into satisfaction.

Whatever. Norma shook her head clear before following after Lizzie and Gisu as they started down the stairs, Raz attempting to cartwheel down in front of them. The hum of Morris’ levball signaled him, Sam, and Adam following down, and the door shut behind them with a sound of stone grinding against stone.

Now we really can’t go back. Norma wasn’t entirely sure who had thought that—maybe it was her own brain suddenly doubting itself. The red lighting was eerie, and as Norma stared down the stairs still laid out before her, some poetic part of her brain likened it to the maw of some great beast.

They continued on, and reached what seemed like the bottom of the stairs, only to find a short stairway leading up. A heavy feeling filled the air as Norma took the first step, like she was suddenly walking through molasses—and then she was through, and the air was… surprisingly clear, for being underground. They continued up for a bit, until the faint thrum of distant noise resolved itself into heavy music and a cacophony of voices. A set of doors stood before them, with various masks hanging up on racks beside the door.

“So we just grab a mask?” Gisu asked, doing exactly that.

“Maybe we should turn back.” Adam suggested, looking over the mask he grabbed. The grinning face stared up at him.

“I wanna see where this leads.” Lizzie argued, already putting on a purple mask she had found. One by one, they all masked up, faces hidden behind grinning facsimiles.

“Okay.” Adam said. “If we’re really doing this… we need some kind of escape plan.” He looked at each of them, exaggerating the turn of his head to make up for how the mask hid his expression. “The moment things get too hectic, we leave, okay?”

There was muttered agreement, and then they opened the door.

The first thing to really hit Norma was loud. Loud, hot, and sweaty—people in masks of various designs were mingling all over… it wasn’t quite a dance floor, wasn’t quite a ball room—if anything, it looked like a warehouse space, with a ceiling high above lit with dim colored lighting. Small tables of refreshments dotted the space, and TV screens were all over—all showing the same “waiting” screen with occasional flashes of ads.

The seven of them slowly spread out, unsure of what they were really doing. Raz ended up sticking with Adam and Gisu, while Morris trailed after a wandering Sam. And Lizzie…

Norma followed after her sister as she made her way towards a side door. On the way, she picked up bits and pieces of passing thoughts.

death pit is tonight

ugh, is she really wearing THAT

when does the fight start

it’s gonna be the lion again

Norma would have loved to have stopped and listened in greater detail, piecing together the greater image—but Lizzie was moving with purpose to a seemingly unattended side door, and ducked into a hallway without a single word.

Norms, Lizzie’s thoughts trickled into Norma’s mind like meltwater down a glacier, do you think you can act as lookout?

Norma frowned as Lizzie came to a stop in front of a door. The hallway they were in was much quieter than the party, with nobody in sight. Everything about the place screamed off-limits—so of course Lizzie had marked it as a place of interest for their investigation.

“Fine.” Norma muttered, as Lizzie picked a door seemingly at random and tested the knob. It didn’t budge, so Lizzie grabbed a bobby pin from her hair.

Can’t we find a door that’s unlocked? Norma wondered, leaning against the wall beside the door. She couldn’t see Lizzie’s expression behind the mask, but she could feel her sister’s amusement like snow fluttering down.

Because nothing important is put behind an unlocked door. Lizzie’s reply melted against Norma’s flames. C’mon, you know this, you’re the one who’s all gungho about being a secret agent.

Norma huffed. Feels risky. She thought back, fire itching under her scalp. We’re not supposed to be getting in too deep.

Lizzie snorted. Whatever her reply was, Norma didn’t catch it—she tensed at the sound of footsteps down the hall. A woman in a raven mask was approaching them. Norma paused, grabbing at Lizzie’s shirt to get her attention and yanker her up away from the lock in one go.

“You’re not supposed to be here.” The Raven remarked, with a quiet sort of mundanity.

“Yeah, we’re really lost,” Lizzie pitched her voice innocently, “Can you help us find the stands?”

The Raven’s head tilted. Norma felt something brush against her mind—shit. Lizzie lunged forwards, realizing the same thing as Norma. The Raven dodged to the side, and the door behind her opened up to reveal another woman, this one wearing a wolf mask. She was quick to grab Lizzie’s arm, and something in Norma burned with a need to burn those hands. Lizzie struggled to yank her arm free—but the Wolf’s grip was iron. Norma reached out with her mind, but nobody else was close enough—

Fire sprung forth from Norma’s fingers before she was even really thinking. The Wolf stumbled back, but didn’t let go of Lizzie’s arm. Fuck.

A heavy hand landed on Norma’s shoulder. She stumbled forwards, trying to put space between herself and the Raven behind her—

An iron grip grabbed her shoulder

Another brush against her mind. Norma thought of fire, of bright burning walls, and burned the intrusion away. The Raven scoffed.

“Didya get anything?” The Wolf asked, as both the sisters were dragged further down the hall.

“These two aren’t the only little spies running around.” The Raven replied. “That’s all I got.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This was bad. This was so bad. Fire sparked from Norma’s fingers, frost climbing up the Wolf’s arms—

And then they were dragged into a room, and Norma hissed as the fire under her skin vanished, as the thin connection between her and Lizzie’s minds disappeared. Psychic inhibitors. Of all the—

Norma turned Lizzie, meeting her eyes through their masks. They couldn’t think at each other anymore, but it was pretty clear what they were both thinking.

This mission had gone sideways. And neither of them had any idea how to fix it.

[ominous-arcade]

gertyyyy I'm soooo drunkkkkkk aaauauyggghh

[i-am-iron-man-3000]

i’m watching through supernatural for the first time (about to finish season 2) and all i have to say is a relate to dean on an ungodly level, so much it’s scary

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING! Ft. Geometric shaped muppets

Sam with squishmallows of class of 3000

Dedicated to @iggyguyy @ducktoonz903707 @vickymcsworld @fancytigercupcake @moshywoosh @ilovescaredysquirrel2 loved ones in my tumblr family that always support me And love me And my work, Projects And creativity, heres a picture of xenagon sam with The sketch of the Main cast of class of 3000 as squishmallows =^_^=

In this picture, y'all can see xenagon sam with my pen And he is sketching the Main cast of class of 3000 as squishmallows, he helped me a bit =^///^=

I honestly really like how I Drew them, I think they look cute TBH =^/////^= 🧡💛♥️

And I Got inspired by the five muppets squishmallows that were made this year on february, And those squishmallows are Kermit, fozzie, miss piggy, animal And sam =^.^=

I hope y'all will like this =^_^= ♥️💛🧡

[firstelevens]

midnight driving with the windows down (chapter eight)

sam/bucky | au | rated t | 28k words (8/12 chapters)

The Italian Grand Prix brings the team to Monza and on-track clashes lead to big feelings and an unexpected result at the race.

Eleven moments in ten cities with the Stark Motors Formula One Team.

chapter 8 on AO3 | start from the beginning

[pedroam-bang]

Moon (2009)

[apfelkvchen]

Deviser Podcast or as I like to call it: Moon (2009) but what if GERTY was evil?

[winterwyrd]

So, I wrote a thing...

heal my heart and drown my woe

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee

words: 3,275 | general audiences | no archive warnings apply

"Get a hold of yourself, Frodo Baggins, he thought fiercely. Risking a glance over his shoulder, he saw his gardener's eyes were closed and his head was tipped back, face peaceful. The storm was blowing itself out beyond the window panes and the knot that had settled in Frodo's stomach when Sam first appeared in the hallway, pale-faced and shaking with the cold despite all attempts to hide it, eased slightly."

Apples and baths and garden-lore. Frodo and Sam take care of each other and try to avoid revealing too much of their hearts in the process.

It had only been a stray comment, made one crisp autumn morning as Frodo stopped to greet the gaffer and Sam, hard at work in the garden. The dahlias had been lifted and Sam was busily planting the last of the crocuses as his Da paused to fill his pipe and talk with Frodo, who always listened with the utmost respect to anything the old gaffer had to say - a habit picked up from Bilbo. This had endeared the newcomer to Sam almost immediately when he first arrived at Bag End as Bilbo's ward.

Truth be told, the young gentlehobbit had only continued to endear himself to Sam as time went on. The more they spoke (Frodo always impeccably courteous, despite the stories of his various oddities and queer behaviour which had begun circling down at the Ivy Bush) and the more that Sam saw of him (collar askew, shirt-sleeves rolled to the elbows and birds-nest-hair glowing a deep golden brown in the afternoon sun, most often escaping over the garden wall with a book in his hand and a sheepish smile thrown in Sam’s direction) the deeper his foolish feelings grew.

Deep enough and foolish enough, that when Frodo leaned back against the wall, face still lit up with laughter from one of the Gaffer’s stories, and glanced wistfully up at the gnarled apple tree whose offerings were long-since picked, Sam’s heart flipped at the distance that had crept into the other hobbit’s gaze.

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