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[sysig]

The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)

[wolfchans]

CHANGBIN - ULTRA cleaner audio from the re-stream of the concert | gdrive link

[suzukiblu]

Jason Todd for the fic bits?

Jason wants to fuck up every single thing about Gotham, which would be a lot easier if he weren't halfway into heat right now. Which–of fucking course he'd finally have his first fucking heat when he's meant to be starting a fucking gang war.

Like, of course that's his life.

Or death.

He'd really just assumed getting dunked in the pit or being dead or whatever other bullshit had just rotted out his reproductive organs. It's years too damn late for him to start having heats, for fuck’s sake. Hell, he was a late bloomer even before he died.

But he is, absolutely and undeniably, going into heat right now.

So . . . that's a problem, definitely.

Admittedly, said problem could've popped up when Ra's al Ghul was the nearest available alpha, so maybe he should just be fucking grateful to have dodged that particular nightmare-bullet and push his plans back a week.

Just–a clinic. He'll find a clinic. He'll find a clinic and lie about his name and check himself in and pretend this isn't his first fucking heat and he's not a useless virgin who barely even knows what to do for it and it doesn't matter that he doesn't have a pack to spend it with. Doesn't matter that Bruce won't be rumbling soothingly at him through things or that Alfred won't be making sure he stays fed and hydrated, that no one is going to be touching or holding him, that he won't–that no one's going to–

Jason thinks, with mortification and shame and absolute fury, about what he'd used to hope his first heat might be like, before he got beaten to death and burned back to life. He thinks about how badly he'd wanted it to be like that.

Before the ridiculous and semi-suicidal night that Jason had decided to jack the Batmobile's tires, he'd always known just how shitty his first heat was going to be. Back then he'd just figured he'd be lucky if nobody tried to sell it without his permission.

When he'd thought he'd had a real <i>pack</i>, though . . . when he'd thought that he'd really belonged to that pack . . .

He'd thought Bruce would be there to soothe him through it. He'd thought Alfred would be there to keep him comfortable.

He'd thought maybe, maybe Dick wouldn't be too mad at Bruce to be in Gotham that week, and might . . . and might . . .

Jason's gut burns, and he stops letting himself remember what he'd thought then. What he'd . . .

What he'd wanted, then.

Doesn't matter, he tells himself, quick and harsh and brutal. Doesn't matter. Never mattered. They didn't even really want him, in the end. Don't even care that he's gone anymore, if they ever did at all.

They replaced him.

They replaced him, and they didn't even kill the bastard who took him from them first.

Jason wants to die all over again, thinking about that.

Jason wants to cry, thinking about that.

And he wants his pack alpha to come and make it all better, like he's fucking new or stupid or something. Like he hasn't known better than that since he was old enough for cognizant goddamn thought. Willis never made a damn thing better. And Bruce tricked him into thinking that he would, for a while, but . . .

Well, Jason learned that lesson, didn't he.

Robin learned that lesson.

Jason died with the Joker's scent all over him. Died all marked up with it. Died smelling like he belonged to him.

Couldn't even smell Bruce anymore, past that awful scent. Not even enough to die to.

And just–yeah, well, the less said about Ra's and the League, the better.

So.

Clinic. He needs a clinic. He's too emotional, he's too vulnerable, he's not safe, he's . . . he . . .

He doesn't even know where the fuck he is, actually.

Fuck.

Jason tries to orient himself. He knows Gotham like the back of his hand, even now. Even like this. He knows Gotham like the back of his hand, and he's . . . and he's . . .

And he's lost.

That's so funny that he might actually cry.

Right. Okay. Situation: lost. Lost in fucking Gotham, somehow. No gear. Minimal weapons. Not even any fucking body armor or a damn domino mask. Gun under his jacket. Knife strapped to his calf. Picks in his belt.

Nothing else.

He is absolutely going to die. Or get goddamn assaulted in some random fucking filthy alley. Or both.

Probably both, yeah.

Is he even wearing his damn scent blockers right now . . . ?

Jason checks, and is distantly relieved to feel the necessary patches under his fingers, all neatly covering the scent glands in his wrists and throat. Okay, yeah. Not that stupid yet. Still in a bad situation, what with the whole "being halfway into heat on a public street after dark while lost in a shitty neighborhood in fucking Gotham", but just–again, this could be happening with Ra's al Ghul as his alpha, so right now he's just gonna take what little mercy he can get.

Ra's might've bred him, if he'd gone into heat around him.

Ra's would definitely have bred him, actually. That sounds like exactly the kind of fucked-up power trip that bastard would get off on.

Shit, it'd been bad enough the way he'd treated and touched him as it was. Jason still can't believe Ra's never did anything worse than feel him up a few too many places a few too many times. Like, he actually is still technically a virgin, he's pretty sure.

Even if only technically.

So yeah. Jason is very, very grateful for whatever bizarre and random thing made his body wait this long to heat up for the first time. He really is.

. . . is his replacement an omega too? Did Batman's new and improved Robin spend his first heat with . . .

Jason needs to not think about that right now.

Or ever, maybe.

It's so, so hard not to think about that right now.

He just wants his pack so bad. Worse than he ever remembers wanting them before.

Maybe not worse than he wanted them after he first crawled out of the pit and Ra's forced him to bare his throat for him, though.

No. Not worse than that.

But they replaced him. If there was ever anything there, ever any chance of mattering more than he actually had . . . well, that was gone a long, long time ago, wasn't it.

It was gone. And they didn't care. Hadn't ever cared at all, probably.

They didn't . . . they'd never . . .

Jason is vaguely aware of the fact that he's somehow wound up halfway down an alley, crouched down and curled up against a wall in the shadows under a fire escape. It is very nearly the stupidest goddamn place an omega in his condition could be.

He really doesn't give a fuck, though. Why does it matter? Why does anything matter? He should just stay here and let whatever the fuck happens to him happen.

He might as well.

No one's going to care either way.

It's dark. He's wearing scent blockers. He's all wrapped up in scratchy cotton and rough denim and heavy leather and he doesn't know where the nearest heat clinic is and he's not sure he could get his phone out to figure it out right now. He's not even sure he could kill someone right now, if it came to it.

All things considered, that's more worrying than anything else is.

A lot more.

Jason wants to go home so, so bad.

Which is fucking funny, given that he doesn't even have one.

Yeah. Really, really fucking funny.

Jason wants to throw up. Is definitely shaking. Even more definitely needs to get up and go find a fucking clinic and tell them whatever lies it takes to get himself in the door without someone trying to call his nonexistant pack alpha for him.

Without someone trying to call Bruce for him.

Like Bruce would even come.

Jason really, really wants to throw up. Or kill someone.

What he's actually doing, of course, is fucking sobbing. Because of course he is. Of course that's what's happening here. He's alone in a fucking miserable dark alley and sobbing his fucking guts out instead of just dealing with the fucking problem like a fucking adult.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

Aside from that whole thing where heat makes most omegas insanely overemotional and irrational freaks. And how much worse that thing is when said overemotional and irrational omegas happen to be goddamn strays.

Just. Aside from that.

Fuck, he's so stupid. Why did he even come back? Bruce isn't going to care. No one is.

They replaced him.

They replaced him.

Like he wasn't anyone important. Like the place he'd been filling in their pack was just . . . just something temporary. Something that hadn't really mattered to them.

Like that place in their pack wasn't the only thing that'd ever really mattered to him.

He's so, so stupid.

So stupid.

He'll never have that again. He never even really had it to begin with.

And then he fucked up and died, and they all found someone better.

They didn't even give enough of a shit to avenge him before they did.

Jason knows he's being irrational. Knows he needs to get up and get out of here. Knows that these feelings are just . . . just . . .

It's only this bad because of his impending heat, he tries to remind himself. It's only this bad because of that. That's all. Sure as shit he's not crying like this because of anything else.

If it wasn't just the heat, after all, he'd never stop crying. If it wasn't just the heat, he'd have just let himself drown in the pit, or suffocate in his grave, or just . . . or just . . .

Jason needs to get up. Needs to get out of here.

Jason needs his fucking pack to fucking come for him.

But he's needed that before.

[roquog]

Rise August Day 1: Mad Dogs

Mad Dogs but they are actually mad.

[ID: A photo of an inked line drawing of Raph, Mikey, Donnie, April, Leo, and Splinter. They are positioned similarly to how they are in Future Leo's family photo. Their expressions are angry except for Donnie who is smiling while holding a top hat over his head. Splinter seems to be yelling and has balled fists. Leo looks slightly disappointed. April has her palms together in front of her face while closing her eyes. Mikey is giving a thumbs down. Raph is looking straight on towards the viewer. /End ID]

Link to host's post under cut.

[chopprface]

dinobot brainrot post cause im so excited about this fic like DESPERATE to ramble about it its so nuts

some of these are general hcs for dinobot and bw cybertron cause i really love digging into the implied flaws of post great-war cybertron. also i like to mix in little tidbits of various continuities i know about into everything so some elements like functionism from mtmte and extra stuff from beast wars comics throughout the years may show up. ill keep them as vague as i can so no one feels lost but i cant totally promise itll be coherent..

-dinobot has a pre-beastwars name! hes deadbolt :) yes i know hes supposed to be 'dynobot' before bw but thats lame. totally different names are cooler plus it gets to be like a dramatic moment when you mention their pre bw cybertron name because you KNOW shits getting serious. -anyway pre-beastwars he wanted to settle down be a historian/archivist, but because of predacon distrust, a resurgence in functionist ideas, and a repression of actual history, he never got to see it through and in normal canon he just joins megatrons group of predacons. -HOWEVER in the au im working on he instead decides to further science (mostly for plot reasons maybe ill flesh it out more as i write.) and fuses his spark with rampage/protoform x's on colony omicron. the experiment is overseen by the imperial peace marshal of the colony, depth charge. -all seems to go well at first, but deadbolt is frequently dehumanized by the maximal scientists eventually decides to escape, causing a massacre similar to what rampage does before bw starts

-flash forward 4 years/stellar cycles, several more violent escapes including one on starbase rugby (mentioned in the show) he ends up facing trial by the tripredacus council, who decide the best course of action to deal with deadbolt is to turn him back into a protoform, put on the axalon disposed of on a different, uninhabited planet. this totally will not go wrong and WILL NOT cause problems for the maximals on the axalon later. definitely not.

anyway thats all i can share right now :3 fic coming sometime before im dead (I HAVE TO WAIT A WEEK FOR MY AO3 ACCOUNT TO BE CREATED UGUUH) im working on finalizing the first like.. chapter idk fanfiction terms ive never uploaded anything ive written onto a site lol

[dragonmasterhiccup]

Hey Hiccup do you know the other two who have had your name? (Hiccup Horrendous Haddock first and second?)

"Oddly enough, I don't. You'd think, since I'm the third, I'd have been told a bit about my predecessors growing up, but that was not the case."

[daphnalia]

tori was fucking awesome but giving hermie/anthony/the literal joker a 4 is factually incorrect

[wormonastringtime]

@oc-tober2023 Day 7: Hatred

[drones-of-innocence]

Hi! Great job on your collab with Elitadreams! You’re both so talented!

I have a question. How do you think the following morning after the last chapter would go down?

Hey there, thank you so much!! 🥺

If I were to continue where the last chapter left off, Mario and Peach would sleep through the rest of the night and possibly a bit late into the morning because of the eventful night.

It would be a deep and restful sleep that neither of them have experienced in a very long time. Mario is ordinarily a very light sleeper due to his being very aware of his surroundings for his adventures, and Peach tends to stay up late working and then wake up early to prepare for her duties. Yet, after that night with Peach safe beside him, Mario feels so at ease to the point where his body entirely relaxes and allows him to get a full night's sleep. Peach's subconscious senses only security and comfort without even a hint of stress on her mind, and she also gets to rest fully.

Mario would be so unused to this deep sleep that he would wake up quite disoriented and be confused at first as to where he was and what he was doing. But then, seeing Peach snuggled so close, in her soft blankets with her cute little Yoshi plush tucked in with her, everything would come back to him.

The sun would already be rising high, with the sounds of the castles daily functions as well as the birds and breeze outside setting a peaceful ambience. Mario would fret at first, but give in to simply watching Peach sleep for a few precious moments. Her hair all tousled, her face soft and peaceful. During the night, she had curled up beside him and tucked into his side.

It's intimate, and Mario can't help but smile despite the butterflies in his stomach.

However, he is aware that he shouldn't stay with her in her bedroom of all places, no matter how at ease he feels being with her as she rests. He wishes he could protect her just like this every day. But the threat is still present on the castle grounds, and he must see to it that Kamek is deported and will think better of coming back. He planned on convening with the Lieutenant and reorganizing the security arrangement and introducing night shifts. Plus, he has to check in with Luigi.

So he carefully eases away, taking great care to move very slowly as to not disturb the sleeping princess. His hand had rested over hers all night. He gingerly strokes his thumb across her knuckles, and gazes at her face for a long moment before finally shifts out of the bed.

Her room is still an absolute wreck. It's kind of hilarious to sleep so sweetly among such a mess, but as long as she is safe, Mario doesn't mind. He decides to speak to some of the staff about getting her space fixed up for her as he's stepping around some of the broken furniture.

As soon as the door shuts with the softest click, Princess Peach smiles to herself and snuggles deeper into her bed.

[supernaturalkickparty]

Tonight was date night and I'm a little drunk and my outfit was cute, I had goth boots and I got a lot of compliments and the waitress gave me the hook up and gave me extra gummys in my drinks and they were strong and my boobs looked good tonight and I felt good about myself.

Drunk Walmart selfie because we had to put gas and I needed to grab some stuff

Drink #1 because I didn't bother taking a pic of the other ones lol

[moonlightsmasquerade]

Since I don't wanna spoil too much of some of the new stuff I've been making, I will talk about stuff thats new but not really a spoiler for MiM

It's a character who's got a smaller role, but I like her quite a bit. Her name's Mandy Craven and she's one of Joshua's friends from before they met Aaron. She works at a thrift store and she n Josh still talk even after they left school. She even meets their new friend group and gets on well with the others.

[sysig]

Little guys (Patreon)

[eliza-makepeace]

doris has far more customers

[fangedsaga]

another stinky birthday, being ignored by your parent on their 24h charity stream. new trait: timid. | 🐏

[iceiclehorned]

Continued from here

@nekasu

Ei had the purest of intentions; to be honest and to see if he would be willing to stay by her side while she was Archon. It would mean the world to her to have someone else that was close to Makoto be by her side. However … she did not see her lack of experience of being this open as a problem, so when she had noticed him crying, her heart immediately broke. What did she say wrong? How could she have not been more careful? Regret instantly loomed over her. Perhaps … being so open was not a good idea.

She figured that he could’ve been upset at what she said regarding Makoto, and while not even she was there to save Makoto, she truly believed - after planting that seed - that the prior Archon was content. She did not blame Neka for not being there, but when you love someone so intensely … it quickly has an individual pointing the finger towards themselves. While Ei desperately wanted to communicate that to him, she decided to keep it on hold for a little longer.

It was then that his words took her off guard. She felt her body relax as she heard him speak and she kept her arms and hands on his body, slowly massaging each place they came across. The redness of his cheeks during the kiss had her giggle just a little after they’d separated, though his teasing had her speechless. Her cheeks turned red and then the second kiss began, under his guidance. Due to her lack of experience, she was a little sloppy with her kisses, but intended to make up for it by pushing her tongue into his mouth. There, she would assert her dominance and be prideful about it.

The sensation was … new, something she had never experienced before. Of course, based upon the way he had initiated and lead the kiss, she had no doubt he had so much experience in comparison to her. It embarrassed Ei, but she was not going to let it hold her back from proving that she can indeed kiss. Her hands still explored his body, though only her fingertips traced every part they went - which was mainly his torso and arms. She had no intentions of making him uncomfortable, so by doing this, it seemed more like a massage or tickle than anything else.

Her body grew hot as she made out with him. Is that how it’s supposed to make you feel? Eventually, she pulled away, breathing heavily, though trying to hide the fact that she had been running out of air. Her face was red and her mouth was slicked up - which she had licked away. “N-no, I’ve never … done this with someone before.” She whispered, unsure if she should be ashamed or not. All Ei knew was that it felt good with him and that she was glad she had been doing this with him, even if it was only a one time thing for him. “I’ve never been … intimate before…” she never had the chance to be, after all. Her main focus and priority was fighting. She had all but completely embodied that, despite her sister not wanting that for her.

Had she realised how she looked, she most likely would not have let him see her in such a state. “I don’t intend to let you go, Neka…” she reassured, looking down at her chest to notice that she had messed her kimono up - not from his tears, rather from her constantly shoving his face into her chest … it was oddly comforting, she came to find. Ei began to fix her kimono, her pink nipples being revealed for only a moment - and then it was back to how it was just moments before. She smiled triumphantly. Oh, yes - she may not know how to cook, but she sure knew how to fix her kimono right.

“There,” she softly muses. “All fixed.” Her smile was innocent, yet the rest of her looked … the complete opposite. “Now … where were we?” She teases, but makes no move to kiss him once again. She would allow him to make the moves once again - just so she knew he was comfortable. “How about I get you some water?” She weakly offers instead, just to give him that getaway if need be.

[birthclod]

Guys they really weren't kidding. DGS really is that good.