#Very slow in the mind

[todosimp1349]

uh, I guess? Tbh I have no idea what a Samus Cannon is😭

[mohntilyet]

still i think the one of the more fun differences drawn between illario and lucanis that was lost would be illario's ability to endear himself to others but serious lack of empathy, vs. lucanis' (self perceived) inability to be charming but how much he cares. it's interesting that the game has gone with the "lucanis' ability vs illario's lack thereof" because i think illario being the dellamorte 'best in show dog' vs. lucanis' attack dog would have made me so unwell.

lucanis is... awkward. he's not unlikable, because he is usually very polite, but he doesn't speak much and only seems to care about the other dellamortes. he once sent viago de riva a knife with no note (who knows what he could have meant by this). he does what caterina asks of him, and by his own admission, cannot say no to her. he is a dramatic and prolific killer, and that makes how untouchable he is even worse.

and the crows like illario, sure, AND he's a good assassin! he's even a good crow! he's so good that he can make lucanis smile, and so he is the charming, sociable one. he's the one that stays in treviso and can be relied upon to care, illario's even the one people prefer over caterina and lucanis!

but illario is decoration. he's the prize poodle, and even if poodles were bred to be working dogs, nobody will ever pick him to protect the house over the german shepherd that regularly mauls intruders. anyways the analogy is getting away from me. the point i'm trying to make is that i want illario to have a different kind of jealousy/hatred that's not just over 'being bad at killing' but also an arrogant loathing for everyone around him that is getting harder to hide, because they've forgotten he can bite and is just itching to rip someone's jugular out. illario is very good at hiding his family resemblance to caterina, while lucanis suffers under his grandmother's, and his own, reputation.

[yakichoufd]

fanart of The Bars, The Parks, The Mansion by Ffrindyddraig <3

[gojoest]

first time meeting neighbor nanami kento in the elevator. both reaching to press the button for the 5th floor. your movements freezing as your hands touch in the air. an awkward “sorry” coming from both sides. “let me”, he presses the button. “thanks”, you put your hand back on your bag handle, slightly bowing your head, hoping it’s enough to hide your flushed cheeks.

you glance at his reflection on the elevator door. he’s looking at you. “new around?”, he asks, voice quiet and monotone. “yes”, you reply, “just recently moved”

“it’s a quiet neighborhood, hope it’s to your liking”

you nod with a barely audible “mhm”.

the elevator stops. the doors open. “please”, he takes a small step back, “after you” — inviting you to go first both with words and body.

“thanks”, you say as you step out but “what a man” you think in your head, your heartbeat slightly speeding up — you might just be tiny bit charmed by this blond man.

“well”, you stop in front of your apartment door, “it was nice meetin—”, you fail to finish as he stops in front of the next door and looks at you, “oh?” — it’s barely noticeable but his eyes slightly widen — “we’re next-door neighbors” — and then quickly go back to normal.

“seems so”, you confirm with a smile.

each encounter with him in the apartment building would lead to slower walks down the corridor and more dragged-out conversations in front of your doorsteps, on purpose — just so you can steal a little bit more time together here and there, neither of you aware of the mutual crushing nor brave enough to invite the other in — it might seem too pushy and inappropriate — you both would think.

your eyes would search for each other every day going in and out of the building. sometimes you’d find him waiting in front of the elevator, even though the hall indicator would show it’s already on the 1st floor. and other times it’s you who’d do the waiting.

after a while you both become well aware of each other’s schedules and thus the “accidental” hallway meetings become a stable part of your day.

but when you don’t see him around this evening you find it a bit unusual. maybe he got held back at work, you think.

he didn’t.

he’s waiting. leaning against the wall next to your apartment door, with a bottle of red wine and two glasses — he’s waiting. for you.

and little did you know — you would leave together the next morning.

[ofswordsandpens]

I rewatched Zuko and Azula's Agni Kai recently and it's left me wondering – when Zuko begins to goad Azula into striking him with lightning, was he making the decision to kill her?

Because had Azula shot lightning directly at him like he planned and not at Katara, the most forthright implication to me is that he was intending to strike Azula with her own lightning. And Azula, for all her mastery, would not have been able to counter that.

On the other hand, maybe he wasn't planning to kill her at all and was simply planning to redirect it elsewhere (similar to what he did with Ozai). But given the tone of tragedy throughout the Agni Kai, the fact that they both acknowledge that this fight will be "the end" to them, I don't think it's inaccurate to read Zuko's actions as him preparing to kill Azula, even though an Agni Kai doesn't have to end with death (and in canon it didn't). Also, why goad her into striking him with lightning if he wasn't planning on doing something intentional with it? If anything, it adds another layer to the tragedy to me, because I don't believe Zuko wants to kill her. And it stands in such contrast to the way that Azula desperately wants to kill him.

I also think that there would have even been something sadly poetic in that sort of demise for Azula should the Agni Kai had gone this direction: Azula, struck down by her preferred sub-skill. Azula, struck down by the very bolt of lightning that she intended to kill her brother with. Azula, struck down by her own power.

[lesbianherald]

I'm going to be so real here I do not think Jayce killing viktor was done well and I don't think the aftermath was either it didn't feel properly weighted in either of their psychologies and the moment itself was incredibly rushed.

[reiderwriter]

You'd Be Like Heaven To Touch♣️

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Female Reader

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: After a whirlwind weekend, you're finally ready to go home and deal with the mess you created in Vegas. But you just cannot get your new Husband out of your head.

Warnings: Oral sex (F receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, no mention of birth control, and you're going to hate me by the end of this sex scene bye

A/N: They're officially out of Vegas! I'm so excited to share the next few parts with you guys, and we finally got our first taste of smut!! Also, the Reid in the gif is the exact one I'm picturing in this scene so yeah 🤡 smirk and all 😏

Here's the series masterlist, and my general masterlist!~

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The race back to the hotel was easy compared to the ensuing rush to pack up an entire hotel room's worth of mess in the time between their arrival and their check-out time. Sure, they’d had to pack light as travelling FBI agents, but with the added mess you’d created in Spencer’s room, and the additional luggage of their marriage licence, the packing was needlessly more frantic than usual. 

When you finally did make it down to the lobby, you froze up a little, realising that you were the final one to exit your room. You watched as seven pairs of eyes shifted to you as soon as the elevator door opened, hauling your go-bag further up your arm from where it was slipping down. You thanked your past self for having the foresight to put some makeup into the bag, having used up a copious amount of your concealer to cover up any evidence of your night with Reid. You still kept a small distance from the others, just in case.

“Sorry, were you all waiting for me?” you smiled at them as you got closer, hoping that they’d not ask questions at what had taken you so long. Your eyes caught Reid’s and you could see that he was looking down at your neck. 

After an entire day morning and night in your company, you knew he’d seen the results of his handiwork. You wondered if the look that raked over you now was that of the dominant Reid from the night before, who you presumed marked you in such prominent places so people would know you were his, or that of the concerned team mate, who didn’t want to be caught and questioned by the others. You tried to shake both images from your head, not sure which would please you more. 

“It’s okay, you’re not late, the cars are being bought around now and the jet leaves in 30,” Hotch greeted you when you finally got close enough. 

“Late night, mama?” Morgan laughed at you as soon as he turned to you. “How did all that drinking last night go for you?” 

You were so wrapped up in Reid and what he may or may not be thinking that you had to pull yourself back to reality for a second to realise that Morgan had been talking to you. 

“What? Oh yeah, I guess. I don’t think I drank too much, but I did sleep like a baby, so who knows.” You laughed a little to punctuate the point, and then watched Morgan’s reaction closely. You were still looking for the two “agents” who had been witness to your marriage, after all. 

“Ooh, you didn’t sample the local goods last night then? I’ve heard that Downtown Las Vegas is the best place to meet single men, and you were just complaining that you hadn’t been out in a while,” Penelope said from beside the man. 

“No, no, the place Reid took me to was more library than bar, and as far from Downtown as you could get, so it was a nice and easy night for me.” 

“And if the local men are anything like our resident Las Vegan,” Emily jumped in, looking at Reid. “Then I’m sure they’re not really what Y/N is looking for.” She laughed and they all start making their way out of the lobby. 

You try to avoid meeting Reid’s eyes after that last comment, sure that you wouldn’t be able to stop the grimace of apology from coming to your lips. But you couldn’t help yourself, and you forced your eyes up into a small peak at his face, only to see his downturned eyes and the small smirk that was crossing his lips. 

You hung back for a second, needing to clue this out, and nudged him with your elbow. 

“What’s that look for?” you whisper at him in a harsh tone, hoping that no one was watching the two of you. 

“It’s nothing.” He says, but the smile stays on his lips. You give him another look, silently communicating that you’re not taking that first answer and he nods a little as he walks beside you. 

“If they could see the marks on your neck, they wouldn’t be thinking that I’m not what you’re looking for, right?” You could feel the heat in your cheeks, and you playfully whacked him in the arm a bit, before pushing through the doors of the hotel and feeling the sun on your cheeks once again. 

You watched him climb into the car you took earlier and stop yourself from following him. You were going to need some time to think about how you should take that last comment, and a half an hour drive outside of his presence would probably do you good. Climbing up into the other SUV, you take a deep breath, feeling all the restlessness of the night before creep up on you.

–X–

You don’t know where you are, but you know that you’re burning up under his touch. His lips are on your skin, working their way down from your neck to the valley between your breasts and all you can hear is the sound of your own lustful moans as his hands trail further still. 

You don’t know who it is on top of you, but you know that you’re dying for him to be there, to push his tongue into your mouth and make you submit to his will. His fingers wrap around the waistband of your panties and roughly pull them down, opening you up to him. You feel his lips ghost down further still, until he’s there between your legs. 

“Is this where you wanted me, baby? So desperate to have me, my little slut.” His words send another shiver down your spine as you roll your hips up into his face again. 

He lets out a small chuckle and gives you what you want, finally lowering his tongue again and letting it meet your desperate cunt. He sets his attention on your clit, and your eyes roll back in bliss, not caring who it is between your legs giving you this much pleasure, just desperate for them to keep going. 

“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” you beg, fisting a handful of your mystery man’s hair. It’s soft to the touch, a little curly at the ends and it feels familiar, but you’re unable to think about it for more than a second before he’s pushing a finger into you. 

“That’s it baby. Look at you, so fucking tight around my finger. You want me to push my cock into you, you’re going to have to relax for me baby, okay?” You still don’t know who it is, but you nod for him, knowing you want nothing except everything he’s telling you that you want. 

He’s thrusting his fingers into you at a relentless pace now, adding one digit every few thrusts, until he’s up to three. His face is still buried in your pussy, tongue still flicking against your clit, his other hand pushing you down by the hips as he forces you closer and closer to the edge. 

His hand drops down to your thigh, pushing your legs further apart, and it stays there feeling overly warm, almost burning you up from just that simple touch. 

“You’re so wet for me baby, going to take my cock now?” You whimper and nod your head as fervently as you can, begging him with your eyes to push into you. He finally pulls his head up to your own, and you’re finally face-to-face with your mystery man. 

“So wet for me, right baby? So wet for your husband?” Spencer questions you as he pushes into your wet, dripping hole, and you’re so surprised that all you can do in response is moan. 

With each thrust, he drops a moan into your ears, and you feel your climax building quickly. 

“Ah fuck yes, Y/N,” you claw at his back, desperate to pull him closer. 

“Spencer, don’t stop, fuck.” Your name begins dropping from his lips like a prayer as his thrusts get sloppier, wetter, deeper. 

“Y/N… Y/N……… Y/N….” 

–X– 

“Y/N, are you finally awake? We’ve been calling your name for a minute now.” Your eyes snap open and you come face to face with Emily and JJ from the seats opposite you on the jet. 

“We thought you might be having a nightmare. Want to talk about it?” JJ asks, her voice in a hushed tone as a look of sympathy crosses over her face. 

Whatever that was, it certainly was not a nightmare. But the scenario you were in now certainly was. 

“What? Oh, yeah. I don’t know, maybe it was a nightmare.” You desperately hope you sound convincing enough for them to drop the subject. The last time you’d mentioned a lack of sleep, half of the team had approached you with different home remedies and tips for getting your full 8 hours. The last thing you needed right now was the constant reminder that you’d just had a sex dream about Spencer Reid on the jet whilst surrounded by all your close friends and colleagues. 

Including the man himself, you realised, as you stretched your neck out from its awkward sleep position, and caught the sight of him there next to you. Your car had reached the jet first earlier that day, and it had taken all of two minutes after boarding before you’d been claimed by sleep, so you hadn’t realised he’d positioned himself next to you. 

A quick glance down had told you he’d done more than that. Wrapped around your legs, and so big that it stretched over his too, was a large blanket, the one that he usually used on your longer trips home. He was asleep in the seat next to you, you noticed after an embarrassing amount of time, head resting in one of his hands, lips slightly open, looking the image of tranquillity. 

His other hand was beneath the blanket, somewhere you couldn’t see, but as you shifted slightly in your chair trying to get comfortable again, you realised it was definitely somewhere you could feel. His hand had somehow fallen into your lap, and he had a firm but sleepy grip on your left thigh, the one closest to him. Now that you had moved, so did his hand, rubbing gentle strokes into your skin every few minutes. Slow enough that you were sure he was still asleep, but still enough to have am effect.

His hand was hot against your leg, and his touch burned. You remembered the sensation from your dream and immediately did your best to temper your facial expressions, not wanting to gather any more concern from the two women opposite you at the table than you already had. 

“Y/N? If you want to talk about it, we’re always here you know? This job can be overwhelming at the best of times, and we just worked a hard case. No one would blame you for needing to take some time for yourself.” Emily looked at you in concern now, and it was taking all of your will to keep your eyes on her, and nod at the appropriate time, your brain short-circuiting now that you realised Reid was so close. 

Where did this sudden infatuation with him come from? You’d always appreciated that he was a good looking guy, but you’d never thought about him so thoroughly before, and certainly not enough to lose yourself on the jet to inappropriate thoughts. 

It was the insanity of the weekend, you told yourself, it had to be. You’d learnt more about him and accidentally, possibly, maybe slept together, and now your body was just getting it out of your system. Either that or you’d just learnt too much about his preferences and your brain was just trying to come to terms with each revelation. 

You settled back into comfortable conversation with Emily and JJ, trying your best to convince yourself that your dream had meant nothing, blocking out any noise in your head that was suggesting otherwise. 

Especially the little thought at the back of your brain that was reminding you that you hadn’t removed his hand from your thigh, and that you really didn’t want to. 

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[ecstarry]

reg finally accepting a ride home from his co-worker james but traffic is so bad it takes them an hour and a half to get to reg’s place and first they fight over james’ music taste and reg is like let me put my playlist on and james loves it and they talk and talk the entire time and don’t even notice how long it took them and after that james keeps driving reg home and eventually they make a collective playlist to listen to and finally they go out and they date for a while and one day reg goes to james’ place and realizes they live so far aways and james drove him home not because it was on his way but just because he wanted to get to know reg

[am-i-interrupting]

Across the River | Extra

Taking it Moment by Moment

Summary: A look at what life had been like of a different explosion had happened which led to Zaun’s independence and a brighter future. This particular glimpse happens just before the innovators competition.

It’d been a long and hard eight years. Your younger sister, Violet, had died in an explosion which sparked Piltover to finally look at what their Undercity had to live through. Your Uncle Silco came back into your life just as the middle of three children had died. A give and take.

He led with the help of your Uncle Vander, the peace talks which would turn into Zaun getting independence. Finally things flourish where there’d been drowning.

Powder was excited. She was giddy as you and Silco helped her get ready the night before the Innovator’s Competition.

A final blend to her eyeshadow and a bit of gloss to her lips. You stood back and admired your handiwork.

“You look great, sis,” you said as you sidestepped and let herself look in the mirror.

She bounced up, placing her hands on the vanity counter. You brushed through her hair a final time. Your fingers lingered and twisted on the strand of pink.

You caught Powder’s eyes in the mirror. “She’d be proud of you,” you told her.

Silco appeared at her other shoulder. “They’d all be proud of both of you,” he said.

Both of your eyes glanced over at him. Powder with a small smile, sad but happy too. You didn’t wear a smile but nor did you wear a frown. Your brows were pulled tight together as you looked at your uncle with a look that conveyed the same thing as your sister’s smile.

You looked past him and at the clock behind. You tapped her shoulder twice. “You better get going if you want that big entrance,” you told her.

Her head whipped around to look as well. Then she sprung up and out the door. She caught the doorframe on the way and used it to stop herself.

She peeked her head back in with a maddening grin, something wicked. “Oh, and Viktor said he’s going to stop by,” she said.

She and Silco shared a look before she was gone. Silco’s gaze turned to you, the same mischief in his eyes.

“No,” you said as you walked past him and to where your shoes were by the bedroom door.

“I said nothing.”

“You had that look. Powder got that look from you! I know that look very well,” you said.

“And what does this look mean?” he asked as he leaned against the vanity.

“It means you’re going to say something stupid like ‘You should make sure you talk to him. It’d be soooo romantic with all the lights and decor, the perfect set up for a kiss,’” you said, voice high and more mocking of Powder than Silco.

“Sounds like you’ve thought of this quite often,” he said with a smug smile.

You glared at him as you yanked a shoe on. “No, Powder’s just been on my ass about him ever since Claggor and I broke things off. It’s only been five months! We dated for two years! Just because it was a mutual thing doesn’t mean that I’m ready to just jump into some other relationship!”

“That is true,” Silco said as he sat beside you.

He patted his lap and you swung your legs over his legs. Instead of lacing your shoes like he would often do during your little talks like this, he pulled the shoe off.

“What I was going to suggest,” he continued on, “was that on a night like this you’ve got a reason to dress up, why haven’t you?”

“Helping Powder— I just don’t. . . I don’t know,” you answered.

Silco hummed. He tapped your legs and you let them fall. He stood and went to your and Powder’s shared closet. He went for the back and pulled out a shirt with bellowed sleeves you’d gotten for a meeting with Piltover. He knew the exact drawer to look in for your bottoms. He pulled out a dark skirt to pair with it. He handed you the clothing.

You sighed as you walked to the bathroom door. You changed into the pair and walked out to Silco with a pair of heeled boots you had instead of the worn ones you’d had.

You sat on the bed to put them on. You registered Silco leaving the room and coming back in as you did up the laces.

You looked up and saw him holding a belt. It was thick with a hoop, once painted golden but now worn and showing the silver metal beneath. With two loops which went through it.

“Now sit,” he ordered.

You obeyed his command. He reached for the side of the vanity which held your things. He grabbed an eyeliner and began to draw it on.

“You never did tell me where you learned how to do this,” you said.

Silco smiled although you didn’t see it. “When I was younger, I asked your mother to teach me. Eventually when the rare occasion she wore makeup came, she would come to me.”

“Any reason why?”

He chuckled to himself. “People can’t resist a man in eyeliner.”

When you were able to open your eyes you gave him an unimpressed look. He simply shrugged and put your eyeliner back. He thumbed through your lipsticks.

“This one,” he said plopping a tube in your hand, “it matches.”

He stood from where he was leaning against the vanity. His hands ran across your shoulder and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Your parents really would be proud,” he said right before he exited the room.

You sat still for a moment, lipstick tube between your fingertips. The heat of Silco’s hand lingered. Only when it dissipated did you break the seal the cap had.

You leaned forward against the vanity and patted your lips and the lipstick glided against them. Smooth and creamy it was with a wonderful coverage. It dried down matte, firm in its placing and Silco was right. He always was. It paired nicely with the color of the shirt he’d picked out.

You walked down the stairs of the Last Drop. There were lights strung up everywhere. Students mingled. Music played. You saw Powder and Ekko dancing together.

You passed the table filled with punch. You saw Claggor and smiled. He waved at you as you passed. Then continued on showing off his invention.

That’s what tonight was about. It was about the students showing off what they had made. You were just here to help with the bar and moral support.

You weren’t the inventive sort. Give you a blueprint and you could figure it out but creating the things yourself? Not exactly your field.

You’d become better suited over the years as a representative. Assisting Silco with trade connections and the like. You’d managed to finesse a couple rich Piltover patrons into donating for Zaun causes, like cleaning the streets and the air.

You weren’t the person to go to for new ideas but you could figure out how to get them funded.

“Nu-uh,” Vander said as you tried to take your usual place behind the bar. He placed his large hand on your head and used it to spin you around. “Not tonight.”

“Why not?” you asked.

“Because, when was the last time you just lived with people your age?” he asked.

“I live with Claggor and Mylo and—“

He grabbed your hand to stop your listing off. “Stop being a smartass,” he said with no real malice in his voice.

“And Powder,” you finished off.

“Powder is five years younger than you,” he said.

“Yeah but she’s still in my age vicinity.”

He shook his head. “Get out from behind my bar and go have a night where you have fun and don’t just work.”

“That’s not all I do,” you said.

He gave you a stern look. You rolled your eyes but did as he requested and went to the other side of the bar. You took a stand of defiance though as you took a seat right next to Benzo.

“Hey,” you greeted.

“Hello,” he replied.

Silence came between the two of you. Words were rare with Benzo. As much as a jokester he could be and as much as he loved to poke fun, when he really got comfortable with you the need for words wasn’t near as much.

You grabbed his drink and had no problem sipping from it.

Looking out at the sea of people, you observed. Maybe you knew the language of diplomats now that you’d been taught it but people your age? Loathe as you were to admit your uncle was right, you had little practice talking with people that weren’t your little makeshift family.

You had no idea where to start.

“You little,” Benzo muttered to himself when he realized you’d taken his drink.

He snatched it back. He gave a few choice words with the liquid sloshed in the cup and spilled onto his clothes. You let a smile peek through at his curses.

You leaned against the counter. Your elbows propped up on it like it was your own little thrown.

In spite of the people crowding the bar, this was your safe space. You were your most comfortable here. You knew this place like the back of your hand if not better.

Mylo came over to you in a rush. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said through panting breaths.

“Um, okay,” you said slowly. “What happened this time?”

“I was talking with Gert, like actually talking with her, and she was talking back,” he said.

“And the problem?”

“She’s got a girlfriend,” he said. He grabbed your shoulders and banged his head against one of them. “I’ve been flirting with her the whole time—“ you snorted— “shut up! I’ve been flirting with her this whole entire time and she has a girlfriend. How could I be so stupid?!”

“However will we find out?” you asked in a monotoned voice.

Mylo took his head off your shoulder and glared up at your from his still hunched over position. “I hate you,” he said.

You cracked a smile and shoved him off of you. “Don’t you have a plant to present with Claggor?” you asked. “As far as I can tell he’s been doing all the work while you’ve been slacking off.”

He kept his glare fixed. “I hate you so much,” he said as he turned to walk away.

You shook your head as your face screwed up. “Then why was I the first one you came to?”

He turned around as he kept walking. “Because you’re a lonely bitch,” he said, stumbling into someone’s back.

He winced as he spun to face them with an apology.

Distantly you registered a voice call for Vander and you noticed Benzo was no longer by your side. You looked around the bar to find them together, fixing a pinned up sign which had fallen.

Even over all the noise, you could still hear the ding of the bell as door came open. It took a moment before you were able to see the new comer and when you did, you immediately looked away. You waited a moment and then you slowly looked back.

He wasn’t wearing anything scandalous but it felt so wrong in a way to see Viktor dressed down. He was a lead researcher, previous assistant to the head of Piltover’s council. You’d never seen him in casual wear.

It was a light brown sweater and darker brown pants. That’s all it was. Everything was still covered, nothing was seen you hadn’t seen before. However, instead of the sharp figure he cut when you normally saw him, this look provided a softness to the hallowed cheeks and tired eyes.

He made through the crowd, not with ease but with patience of a man who’d had much practice navigating difficult crowds.

He visibly exhaled when he caught sight of the bar stools. Then he straightened up a bit when he caught sight of you. Immediately you seemed to revert in age as you held up a hand with an awkward smile.

He bowed his head as he made his way toward you.

“You’re a welcomed sight tonight,” he said as he approached. “Is this seat taken?”

“No,” you answered immediately without any thought. “Um, no, it’s not. Sit, please.”

He sighed as he sat. His cane remained in his hands. He fiddled with it as it rested between his legs.

“How has your research been going?” you asked.

“Slowly but progress is progress,” he said. “I believe we’re on the cusp of figuring out how to undo some of the after effects of those who have suffered from the grey.”

“That’s amazing,” you said.

“If it works.”

“You’ll figure it out,” the words came before you could think them through. “You’re an amazing scientist and extremely stubborn. I doubt this will evade you for as long as you think.”

“I appreciate your belief in me,” he said. “What about you? There must be some new since I saw you last?”

“Oh, um, not much,” you said. “At least, not off the top of my head.”

“That can’t be true. Heimerdinger told me he saw you chatting up some pretty wealthy looking people some political gala last week,” he protested.

“That was nothing,” you waved him off. “Just getting some people to fund some projects is all.”

Viktor turned to look at you with a quirked brow. “Nothing?” he repeated. “Do you know how hard it is for most to secure funding? I’ve stumbled my way out of many sponsors and funding is one of the most important things in making sure our ideas become a reality. Securing that is not nothing.”

You felt your body flush at the recognition. Your fingers went to wrap around the loose straps of your belt.

“It’s not that big of a deal,” you said. “What you do is the important stuff. What’s the point of being able to get money if there’s not a cause to spend it on?”

“I’m not going to be able to convince you, am I?” he asked.

“Probably not.”

He laughed softly. “Well, know I believe your contributions are important.”

“I can try to keep that in mind,” you told him.

“Good.”

He looked at you with soft honey colored eyes. They were soft like marshmallows. They pulled you in with a sticky grip you couldn’t escape like the honey they were colored after.

Any movement of his lips pulled the mole doted right above them. His face was so expressive. One small movement would cause his entire face to shift. It was rather endearing.

His lip twitched back. You saw a flash of his teeth. You could hear a faint inhale, almost like he was going to speak. His teeth were covered and his lips pursed just the slightest.

You wanted to know what was going on in his mind but a part of you feared you wouldn’t be able to understand it.

You weren’t able to ask as Silco came from out of no where. His arm wrapped around your shoulder where his flask dangled between his fingertips.

“I don’t know who’s idea it was to give me more alcohol on top of this—“ he shook the flask— “but it was a bad one.”

“What did you do?” you asked.

“I haven’t done anything,” he said adamantly.

His eyes honed in on the man beside you. They squinted ever so slightly. He looked back at you. You recognized something click in his head and you weren’t sure if it was bad.

“Silco,” he introduced as he extended a hand. Viktor grabbed it and introduced himself as well. “Anyway, I best scram. If you and only you need me, I will be having a smoke two blocks away.”

He grinned at you as he made to leave but you grabbed hold of his wrist. You pried the flask from his hand.

“You’re not drinking while you smoke.” He gave you a look. “Our rules for each other extend to one another,” you reminded him.

He huffed slightly but let you win,

“So that is the renowned leader of Zaun?” Viktor asked.

“No,” you said, “no, right now that was my uncle who does not know when enough alcohol is enough when he doesn’t have to keep appearances.”

Viktor smiled. He looked down at the flask in your hand. “What did you mean by that?”

“Oh, um, we have a rule that came up when I was younger,” you explained. “Any expectation we put on the other had to be extended to ourselves and after Vi. . . Let’s just say when Powder was asleep, I wasn’t doing well at all.

“I was eighteen already and Vander knew the power a strong drink could give. He’d let me raid the bar on occasions and I may or may not have snuck into Silco’s room and stolen a couple cigarettes. He caught me, of course, and he made me promise him that I wouldn’t smoke and drink at the same time. Part of it is because he cares but I think most of it was so I wouldn’t burn down the bar.”

Viktor’s hand moved to hover. It flexed once then twice above his cane. Then he extended it to your shoulder and squeezed.

“I can’t imagine what that must have been like,” he said.

“It was a while ago,” you said.

“But it still hurts. I see it in Powder every time she comes into the lab and I can see it in you,” he said softly. “You carry the weight gracefully but you don’t have to do it alone.”

Your eyes scanned the crowd. You saw Powder and Ekko at the punch bowl. Beside them was Mylo and Claggor. Claggor’s eyes met yours and he tilted his head towards Viktor with a teasing smile. Down all the way at the other end of the bar you saw Benzo and Vander. Your gaze fell on Viktor.

You raised your hand to meet his. You gave it a squeeze.

“I know.”

[thebrainrotsreal]

BACK ON MY INVINCIBLE MLP CROSSOVER JOY!!! I love this crossover smmmm, my soul is happy, cured even, treated of all possible ills. For Andressa's species, instead of relying on a horn for magic (which they don't have), every filly is bestowed a gem for magic! AND, because I want it, Oliver has some winks to Andressa's designs with the swirls on his legs mimicking the lines on hers, sharing a thinly tail, tiny little bumps like spikes, and the curls sorta kinda maybe like her antennae (if you squint and believe, which you should). Andressa and Oliver ilysm. Best purple pony on the planet tbh, sorrry not sorry Twilight Sparkle :/

Bonus drawing of Oliver trying to practice magic by lifting a sheet of paper, he's trying his best, ok???

[dovewingkinnie]

found this in my drafts i think he looks funny he looks like he’s saying “hey buddy…”

[serpentface]

Interview Question for Etsushir:

What was the vibe like as a foot soldier during the suppression of the North Finn Rebellion? Did it feel doomed from the start or did it only fall apart once the Odomache was assaulted and killed?

[morganbritton132]

I think one of the most interesting ways to write Steve’s parents (or his mom, at least) is as a deeply flawed person with good intentions.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a fic where they’re just bad people. Sometimes that’s all you need for a good story and this is not a criticism of anybody’s interpretation.

My personal preference in writing his parents is as people who are trying to be good parents.

Like, im currently messing around with this AU concept where Steve has a really complicated family dynamic. In it, he has bad parents. His mother made a choice to follow her husband because she thinks it’s the only way to preserve her marriage and thus preserve a good life for her son. It’s not malicious neglect but it is neglect. She’s trying to do the right thing but she’s making the wrong decisions. In the end, she’s still hurting her child.

A couple years ago I wrote this fic about Steve spiraling into a severe depression and his parents are trying to help him. They just don’t listen. They don’t understand what he’s dealing with and they make the wrong choices when trying to help him. Everybody that tries to help him makes the wrong choices, but with the best of intentions. Steve says repeatedly throughout the fic that it’s not his parents fault they don’t know how to be parents.

It’s really fun to write and it’s really cathartic if your relationship with your parents isn’t easy.

[itwoodbeprefect]

i have. a question

[therealtsk]

thinking about The Girls again and how thematically interesting Ward would have been if Taylor had been living with Lisa. Only barely tangentially involved cape business. Would mostly just work as a barista or a bookshop owner or something and went home to help Lisa with Aiden and played card games with Aisha and the rest of her group on the weekends. Would give people advice and stuff but very deliberately didn't get involved. I understand that the absence of Taylor was almost it's own character in Ward, but all the same, I really do think that Taylor being shown to have almost succeeded in moving on from capery, being about a normal person as she could be- maybe not happy all the time but content with her life where she gets to live with her best friends, sell books and maybe help some people here and there on the side would have helped with how emotionally distressing ward got, and provide hope that even someone as horrendously unstable and damaged as Taylor managed to find some peace in a world where peace often feels like an abstract concept. heck, i think Taylor being there would have also provided Victoria with someone who would have been able to give her the perspective check she really needed at times. Because while i love that girl, my god did some of her plans and actions reach some real moments of horror. Would have been a really cool narrative moment for Taylor to hear Victoria's idea for the new superprison and be like "This is an idea I would have had when I was a cape. I didn't expect I'd hear it from you." Basically I'm saying that it would have been cool to see Ward be less about the massive, sprawling fights and crazy shard shenanigans and be more of a contemplative story about the rebuilding of society, how and if capes can retire, how can you be a good person and also enjoy being a superhero when your job is largely defined by violence, ect. Oh and also Victoria and Ashley should have had more homoerotic moments with each other so taylor and lisa could stare at them and go "ah, remember when we were like that? good times."

[vaguely-concerned]

even at this point in the story and with the romance well and truly confirmed it's very possible that lucanis has never seen even a sliver of rye's naked skin below the throat. very likely no one on the team has yet except possibly emmrich if rye got hurt in battle and needed help patching it up. high-necked watcher garb with gloves and all stay ON at all times. thank god for rye's sake that lucanis' history of romantic interest indicates that surprise bitch he could be kind of into that fhsdkjfas