#adjit

[mommytimmy]

Trick or treat!

A Timmy I found and colored from my current doc!

[mamawasatesttube]

Please tell us more about the Selkie au 👀

I wanna know everything. What’s the significance of the pelt being worn by Tim? What are the backstories?

YEAH!!!! okay so a bit of background: selkies are critters from celtic/norse mythos. they are seal-human shapeshifters, who can change form by removing or wearing their sealskins; the most common tales involve fishermen stealing a selkie woman's sealskin cloak to entrap her as his wife, despite her yearning to return to the sea.

SO, with that being said:

kryptonians are selkies!!!

kon is created by cadmus labs and lex luthor. he doesn't even know the significance of his coat; it's kept locked away except for when he gets it for promotional photoshoots. he doesn't realize it has anything to do with why he's always discontented and afflicted with varying bouts of malaise.

when clark finds out - when he can see this physical, material evidence of kon's mistreatment - he's beyond horrified and enraged. they're violating a child, so profoundly that he doesn't even realize he's being violated, and he cannot let that stand.

lois, fully human but VERY protective of her husband and by extension all selkies: LET ME AT HIM. LET ME AT LUTHOR IM GONNA RIP HIS FACE OFF

clark, holding her off the ground: dearest, please. i need you to stay calm... and write the most damning exposé the planet has ever seen.

lois: .......FINE. but then YOU better rip that bald fucker's face off, you hear me?

clark comes home with kon in tow, uncharacteristically quiet and subdued. his eyes are red-rimmed and his cheeks blotchy, but lois doesn't say a word about it. she lets him sit curled up in the corner of the sofa, clutching his pelt around himself tight enough to make himself look small, and thinks he looks more like a child than he ever has before.

fast forward a couple years. kon has found his place in the family; jon in particular adores him. he's gotten kind of jaded and unhappy about his whole history; he's seen clark leave his sealskin around the house, has even seen lois wear it, but he's kept his hidden away in his room ever since that first day, except for when he's wearing it himself. clark, lois, and ma never touch it; the only one allowed to is jon, and even he knows not to push if kon's feeling antsy.

tim is kon's bestie. all the core four are besties. but none of them know the selkie secret - it's very well-guarded. they just know kon is a weirdo who really loves to take long walks on the beach and gaze at the ocean.

one day, he is on a long walk by the marina with tim. tim, somehow or other, falls into the water in january. he gets out quickly, of course, but it's cold and he's wet and kon really doesn't want him to get hypothermia, so--

he shrugs the sealskin coat off his own shoulders and wraps it around tim's, and tells him c'mon, let's get back to the house.

they go back to the house.

they walk in the door.

tim is wearing kon's coat.

tim. is WEARING. KON'S COAT.

kon, who barely even tolerates his beloved baby brother touching his coat, because he was so violated and taken advantage of in his earliest days!!!!

TIM IS WEARING KON'S!!! COAT!!!!!

clark hold her coffee. lois is about to whip out her shotgun.

and that's how we get the scene @cowboysorceror drew <3 clark is extremely concerned; lois is 👌 THIS CLOSE to a mama bear rampage, tim is freezing, and kon is like. well. this sure is happening!

other quick notes, in part brainstormed with beckett and also with my bestie @adjit in various dms:

kon doesn't, like, LOVE this whole scenario, but frankly, he's more worried about tim than he is upset about his coat. he knows tim would never use it to hurt him, to control him, to own him; he trusts tim. simple as that!

it's kind of hard to communicate this to clark and lois in a couple of quick facial expressions over tim's head, but he manages.

they get tim bundled into a hot shower and warm, dry clothes, etc. he's coming back downstairs from kon's room, afterwards, and pauses on his silent feet when he overhears his name in conversation.

"no, it's not--i'm fine, i promise," kon is saying. "tim's not like--tim wouldn't hurt me. i know he wouldn't. you don't gotta worry."

huh, tim thinks. he's pretty observant, not that he needed to be to notice the way clark and lois stared at him and kon earlier. clearly, the jacket is significant; he knows clark and jon have matching ones. maybe it's a family thing?

sounds like kon had some kind of shitty ex, and... they got worried about him getting into a relationship again?

well. no need to worry about that! he immediately resolves that he will put their worries at rest. he Will be the best boyfriend kon has EVER had.

like, they aren't dating (yet), but, uh, you know. semantics. details.

(he doesn't find out the actual secret until later. when he finally realizes what this meant, that kon trusted him with his personhood, he. well, he's not crying, but he does get this funny tug in his chest and he really, really has to go hug kon for a long time.)

[waveridden]

5, 13 and 25 for the book asks?

5. what genre did you read the most this year?

storygraph is being unhelpful but at a guess, scifi and fantasy

13. what were your least favorite books this year?

i’m sleepy so i’m just listing titles. if anyone wants more deets ask me and i’ll answer in the morning.

the ballad of songbirds and snakes

the bromance book club

identitti

small game

singer distance

cover (the bendis indie comic)

how to give up plastic & how to save the world for free. fuck those books

25. what reading goals do you have for next year?

my pipe dream goal is to read 100% of the books i own so in general my goal is focusing on that. my backup goal is that i want to read more trans writers bc i have really enjoyed the trans fiction and nonfiction i’ve read this year so i want to lean in on that

[fyeah-tmnt]

brilliant

i love making powerpoint lol

i'm sorry (not) to people who know me irl

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Okay so. What if... An exorcist's halo protects them from whatever hell does to make sinners into their weird demon shapes. And hell has a very *interesting side effect on exorcists without their halo*.

So like

Charlie takes Vaggie home to heal, and while at first she's recovering... she starts feeling *off*. Like this bonedeep discomfort and ache in her muscles

Her senses feeling adjitated and overly sensitive

Her instincts getting set on edge

That itch to fight

And then one night

Charlie hears vaggie screaming

Vaggie only has a vague recollection of what happened that night.

Her body feeling like it was trying to twist itself apart. Almost like when lute tore off her wings...

And then suddenly everything was *loud*, her senses on overload.

Meanwhile charlie... *got chased by vaggie around the house*

She may not have her wings

But her body was *covered* in feathers, her teeth growing into fangs, and her lone eye taking on the look of a bird of prey.

Her hands grew into talons, and the senses she already had as an exorcist ran *wild*

(Thinking exorcists already have some predatory senses like having a strong sense of smell. Meant specifically for being able to sniff out wounded sinners)

Charlie managed to keep vaggie from hurting her or anyone else

Meanwhile vaggie... opened up her injuries while wrestling with charlie.

When she finally changed back, she was very sore, and very very confused

And charlie, not really knowing any better, just thinks this is the type of sinner vaggie is.

So they just sort of slowly figure things out. By the time the hotel opens, charlie and vaggie have a regular routine. As far as the hazbins are concerned, vaggie takes some time for herself every so often. The only person visiting her being charlie. (Charlie figured out real quick that were-vaggie seems to enjoy having a 'nest' in their suite. It helps keep her calm, even to the point she can cuddle with her big bird of prey).

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

she likes having a NEST in their room ;m;

HEY. HEYYYYYY!!!!! WERE HARPY VAGGIE BC OF NO HALO LIKE SOME KINDA HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE SHIT AND CHARLIE'S JUST LIKE "oh ok so we need to start marking this in the calendar" THE HAZBINS ARE LIKE "wow they get loud sometimes~" AND VAGGIE. Vaggie... would she have any idea what was happening? WHY it was happening?? does she KNOW fully what's going on or is Charlie skipping some details bc to Charlie they're not that big a deal (sinner trying to kill her, the princess of hell. that's cute) and not upsetting Vaggie is more important HRRRGHGHHG FLOOFY FEATHERY TALONED VAGGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ok. calmer now. but listen i love it i love having a way to wiggle feathery burd of prey Vaggie into being as a REVEAL of the exorcist's true selves hidden by the halos-

AND THAT YES SHE SCARY AND DANGROUS AND YES SHE HAS THE URGE TO MINDLESSLY HUNT HUNT ATTACK ATTACK

but.... she can feel calm, even in harpy mode....if she's helped to feel safe. If she's snuggled in a nest by Charlie,

rrrrrghghgh is she a monster made to hurt or is she alone and grounded in a place that feels like danger. maybe being in Hell fires off all her exorcists instincts and burns her for the need for sinner blood and the feel of rending flesh with talons, or maybe being in Hell without her Flock scares the shit out of her harpy brain- until even her harpy self gets so used to Charlie being around and Charlie being safe that it wakes up one day and DOESN'T feel alone anymore

ANYwAY THANK YOU FOR MAKING IT A POST I HAVE HAVE ON MY BLOG NOW HRGGGAHHHHH

[yoificfinder]

Hello!!

I would just like to ask for Royalty au for viktuuri please and thank you! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

every calculation falls silent by @thehobbem [T, 29K]

With an engagement arranged behind his back, Emperor Victor only wishes to have one last day for himself as a free man.

But the last thing he will be is free, once he meets someone who seems to have the exact same plans, and perhaps motivations, for today.

In Fire, In Whispers by @voxofthevoid [M, 12K]

���What do you think he meant by friendly stabbing?” Viktor asks, deceptively casual as he winds a lock of his hair around his finger.

“Sparring, probably.”

“Ah,” Viktor sighs, his disappointment loud and theatrical. “And here I thought he meant the other kind.”

Yuuri feels himself heat to the roots of his hair.

“Not here,” he snaps, hands clenching at his sides.

Viktor’s eyes sharpen, the veneer of pleasantness finally leaving his face.

“My mistake,” he says, his smile thin and icy. “You seem tired, Prince Yuuri. Let me escort you to your bedchambers.”

~

In which Viktor and Yuuri are the princes of warring kingdoms but manage to fall in love anyway.

My Love, We Deserve the Softest Eternity series by @japansace [G to E, 88K]

"A baby," Yakov gripes. "Not even a thousand yet, and he thinks he's in love!"

My Name on Your Lips by @feels-like-fire [E, 108K]

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

On Your Every Word by @stammiviktor [M, 71K]

It starts, as most things do, with an extravagant banquet.

"Dance with me?"

He’s holding out his hand. It’s an offering, an invitation, and a dare all in one.

The onlookers part and a blinding smile graces the dancer’s lips.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

(A Royalty AU, with a twist)

The Phoenix Lives by velvetcadence [E, 5K]

Prince Yuuri has banished yokai from the world. Now home from his travels, he must navigate another adventure: his arranged marriage to Prince Viktor Nikiforov.

But Prince Viktor is hiding a secret, one that may upset the fragile state of their marriage.

Please Leave a Light On When You Go by adjit [T, 19K]

Everyone knows tales of princesses trapped in towers and guarded by evil dragons, but, actually…

Yuuri is here by choice, thank you very much, and Phichit is quite a nice dragon, all things considered. It’s just that the knights who keep trying to rescue him don’t seem to be getting the memo.

And then there’s Sir Nikiforov, just another knight like the rest, except that he’s not. Because after he realizes that Yuuri is not, in fact, in need of rescuing, he drops it. And stranger still, he decides to stay.

the promise i'll make series by lily_winterwood @omgkatsudonplease [M and E, 102K]

When Crown Prince Yuuri of Japan escapes his army of minders at his Saint Petersburg hotel, he thinks he’s found the opportunity to explore the city as a commoner. When investigative journalist Viktor Nikiforov discovers the Crown Prince of Japan on a park bench in Saint Petersburg, he thinks that he’s found his ticket to redemption at the magazine he writes for. But like the stories of those stranded during the White Nights after the bridges go up, neither of them had anticipated falling in love. (Roman Holiday AU)

Roses of May by @cuttlemefishwrites [E, 47K] *WIP

At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.

The Dragon Prince and the Winter Swan by @sophia-helix [E, 121K]

Yuuri Stark is a noble son of the north, returning to Winterfell in disgrace after the latest disappointment in his checkered tourney career. He hasn't given up his dream of becoming a knight, but maybe it's time to find himself a new path, settling down at home.

Prince Victor Targaryen is the greatest swordsman in Westeros, but he no longer finds joy in competition. Things are uneasy in King's Landing, where politics are shifting and dangerous, and he seizes the chance to escape north in search of the young man who came so close to beating him in a tourney last year — and was so beguiling at the banquet afterwards.

Together they begin a journey to the great tourney of Harrenhal, with intrigue, honor, friendship and love along the way...and inevitable political conflict ahead.

(A Game of Thrones fusion with 90% less grimdark)

Technically Arranged by @ajwolf84 [E, 78K] *WIP

Yuuri is a tech genius working in Silicon Valley, but he never would have gotten this far if not for the support of the Russian Royal family who offered him a full scholarship to the elite Rostelecom Academy and have been supporting his education ever since. Of course, this help didn’t come for free. He’s now considered a member of the Royal family, which isn’t so bad, other than the inordinate number of weddings he has to attend. There’s also the small stipulation that he is technically a candidate to become the Prince’s consort, but that’ll never happen…

The Tsesarevich Lives by mothedestiel [E, 50K]

An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

The Vastness of Space by @shysweetthing [E, 17K]

As chief communications officer on board the Interstellar Alliance Fleet’s Star Ship Victory, Yuuri doesn’t have to think about who he actually is on his home planet. He just has to listen to his captain, do his job, and…not fall in love with his best friend, the ship’s science officer, Victor Nikiforov.

Well. Two out of three’s not bad.

Then his mother calls with the worst possible news: She, the Empress of New Nihon, has arranged Yuuri’s marriage.

There’s only one thing Yuuri can do: Fake a boyfriend, and fake one fast. Who better/worse to play that role than the friend he wishes was more? What can go wrong? It’s not like Yuuri can fall more in love...

With Two Hands by whatsup_buttercup [E, 28K]

“Do you think he’ll let you get a picture with him?” Phichit’s voice comes through distorted by the long chain of communications systems and the great distance between them.

“I imagine some official photos might be taken,” Yuuri offers.

“You should try to work ‘I became a translator because of you!’ into conversation. You know, casually.”

Yuuri takes a large sip from his mug of tea, refusing to be baited. “We’ll see.”

Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie / @wecalleverythinglove [T, 58K]

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

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Other people's rec:

Equivalent Exchange by writingfromtheshadows

The Nature of Things by Zombubble

Thanks for the rec, @tanouska, @kittygoeswoof90! 💙

[mikobeautifulheart]

Megumi's Secretary

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Like - just imagen going for a secretary job at a relatively well known company not fully knowing what your getting yourself into.

You go in for the job interview, resume in hand and every possible answer to any question that they may throw at you.

When your name is called and you walk on the room to see the company's founder sitting at the opposite side of the table.

She seems kind, nice, if she was doing the interview then you must be applying to be HER secretary which is a big job...

You almost walked out when the pressure finally hit you, but you still manages to sit down and smile at her while slowly handing over your resume.

She makes small talk and casually asks you questions, it was more like a conversation then an interview and you started to relax.

"I'm so glad you came today, most of our secretary's walk out after a week, or less..." She laughed awkwardly.

She continued on until till she ended the interview with a final question.

"Can you handle working with people who are hard to communicate with? Not that their difficult rather you would have to follow up alot on." She asked.

"Actually-" You paused thinking back to your high school time when you were paired up with a boy who was...sort of like that.

You did your part and he did his, it was hard to put the parts together smoothly but eventually you did it and got full marks to. After that you always just remember working with him.

Heck you remember falling for him but your school year ended before you ever told him, plus he was a little awkward around you so maybe it just wasn't meant to happen.

You snapped out of that meomory, as if you'd fall for your boss.

"I do actually recall working with someone like that in school, so it wouldn't be anything new." You sighed thinking about how you just let him go.

"Good. You got the job." She smiled

"Wha-Already? Wow thank you, when do you want me to start?" You asked taken aback.

"If you don't mind i'm sure Mr. Fushiguro could show you around the work place now and your main work, after all you'll be his secretary"

His? He? Mr. Fushiguro? Where had you head that name before.

"Megumi come in the meeting room." You heard her say, looking over to see her on the phone.

Only a few seconds later you heard a knock and watched as the door knob turned.

A tall dark haired man walked in with a stoic expression. You felt his annoyance as he looked up at the woman leaving you in the crossfire for what was about to happen.

"Tsumiki, I told you I don't need another secretary, I'll just do it myself." He said adjitated.

"Oh come on Megumi you'll work your self to death at this rate, plus I think you'll like this one~" She said calmly with a smile.

Megumi? Yeah you defiantly have heard that name before...Was it?

You looked up and at the man standing behind you, meeting his eyes.

There was an awkward silence before he sighed in defeat.

"Fine..."

"Megumi this is Y/n, Y/n this is your new boss Megu- Mr. Fushiguro" Tsumiki said with a smile now beaming on her face.

"Nice to meet you-" You say standing up and pausing at the end to see if you could tell where you remembered him.

"Like wise" he said putting his hand out for you to shake.

You look back at Tsumiki worried, why did she hire you if he obviously didn't want you?

"You should show her to her office Megumi." She said.

You do settle into your job and the week 'Mile stone' passes without a complaint.

"You have a meeting at 2 pm this afternoon after your 30 minute lunch break." You said reading through the list on your clip board.

Every time you read off the board you always felt like Megumi was looking somewhere else, like a computer screen or other documents.

Any where but you.

"Well cancel my lunch break and move the next meeting forward." He mumbleled.

"So when should I reschedule your lunch break?" You asked looking for time slots left.

"Don't bother with it, i'm not hungry any way."

"Did you have a break today?" You asked before he could trail off into his work again.

"No, doesn't matter I have a week off by the end of this financial year"

"Liar." You cut him off.

"I have a weeks break at the end of June, you work the most at that point. Megumi, I know your Schedule and work habits, you have a lunch break at 2:30" You turned and walked out his office, leaving him watching your back as you left.

You closed the door gently behind you.

What the...He almost gripped his chest at how hard it tightened.

You pressed your back on his door thinking you were about to have a heart attack. Did you actually just say no to your boss? No way you actually said that. Well if he wasn't going to take care of himself then you would have to make him.

You sat at your desk and noticed a sticky note on your desk, he must have put it there before when you were photo copying prints for him. It must have been something he wanted to schedule or cancel.

You picked up the note and read it, face turning red imediatly.

'Friday afternoon 6 p.m date with my secretary'

You wrote it in his schedule and sent it to hos office for 'confirmation'.

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: Yes i'm alive and my inbox is almost empty. Pleaseee send me ideasssssssssssssssss. Eh I might make a part 2 of this if i'm that desperate, anyways have a good whatever time.

[xxcrumbxx]

I agree , if you actually are a real supporter or allie you shouldn't care what ppls pronouns are you aren't the dictator deeming ppl as valid or invalid.Honestly it shouldn't even matter what you think of the person or what pronouns they use just respect them by not giving af and call em what they wish bc at the end of the day its not about you or what you think its just about talking to someone or about someone. And if you don't like someone enough to misgender them on purpose. Which is super shitty just don't talk to or about them avoid them and all mentions like don't do that shit please why tf are you talking to or about em if you don't like them that's idk its stupid i can't find a nicer way of saying it its just dumb as hell.

I think bringing up "it/its" pronouns is a good test for people who claim to be "trans allies" because it so easily weeds out the people who are only doing it superficially. I've seen so many people who will post "Punch your local TERF #transrightsarehumanrights" and then turn around and be like "If someone says they go by 'it/its' pronouns it's actually good to misgender them because they're just teenager trenders"

[cleromancy]

exactly exactlyyy @adjit

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So many of the rwbabies are Jaune's in the time travel thing? Because not everyone you ship with Jaune has hot a baby. You wrote Willow being pregnant but never gave us a rwbabie out of it. So I just want a list of who to expect.

Well actually I made a question specifically about Willow and Kali having Arc Babies and it came out with a yes in the polls so they will happen. As for who to expect...

That's a long list... Of the top of my head

Nicholas II (Jaune X Weiss) Yin Xiao-Long Arc (Jaune X Yang) Shade Belladonna-Arc (Jaune X Blake) Politan (Neo X Jaune) Jasmine Arc (Jaune X Melanie) Jade Arc (Jaune X Miltia) Jasper Arc (Jaune X Neon) Damien Arcfall (Jaune X Cinder) Topaz Arc (Jaune X Emerald) Adjit ArK (Jaune X Sienna) Roux Arc (Jaune X Reese) Unnamed Daughter (Jaune X May Zedong) Theo and his twin sister (Unnamed as of yet)(Jaune X Pyrrha) Baldur Valkyrie (Ren X Nora) Mei Ren (Ren X Nora) Unnamed Son (Jaune X Nora) Lavander (Oscar X Ruby) Elsa (Jaune X Winter) Grace (Jaune X Glynda) ? Tyr (Jaune X Vernal) (Given Tyr's buffness I'm not sure I can make his model though)

[smiley-mcdoggington]

"DIPFORD" I SAY INTO THE MIC, NO ONE CLAPS, TW ABO TW DIPFORD TW AGGRIVATED SA TW SA ACCUSATIONS TW IMPLIED STANCEST TW VICTIM BLAMING

The forest would always remain familiar to him. Some trees were newer than others, some had been cut, some paths were overgrown with bushes and some new paths were beaten in with the increased foot traffic the Mystery Shack brought, but no matter what, the forest would always be familiar. Stanford believes he's always had a piece of his heart here, where the air smelled of pine and grass and in the spring the soil always smelled just a little like the substances he'd found in that spaceship.

He trekked quickly, occasionally stopping dead to wait for his nephew to catch up. Dipper always apologized when he finally did, but he usually got faster after the first few weeks of summer. Now, he was slower than usual, it made Ford more adjitated agitated than he maybe should have been. He waited for Dipper to reach his side before he began walking again - for a moment the familiar smell of the forest was burned out by teenage boy smell, and he walked quicker just to leave the cloud.

It was disgusting, really, but Stan had already tried with that boy. It seemed the newer generation had less decency for things like scent. Mabel was fine, she bathed every day, much more than was necessary in Ford's opinion but also when he had asked her about her lack of scent blockers she had given him a strange look and said she didn't need any. Still, it didn't matter much, he could barely smell her but Dipper on the other hand.

He stopped again, listening to Dipper's sneakers crunch and trip along the path behind him.

"Grun-kle Ford..?" Dipper called, his voice sounding normal but suddenly the natural whine of it was like nails on a chalkboard. "Can we - Can we turn ar-ound..?" He asked, and the cloud caught up with him, suddenly his forest was sour like an alpha while Dipper wheezed far too close to him.

Ford took a step away from him and Dipper looked like he'd been struck. As if his carelessness around an omega wouldn't have him boxed on the ears in Ford's day. "If you're going back, take a shower before you get near Stanley like that." He said sharply, because if the boy was comfortable enough around Ford to reek like that then who knows what he would do to Stanley, what Stanley would allow because Stanley was an omega at heart - soft and forgiving with his family. And as their visit this summer revealed, Dipper was just an alpha.

Dipper's face twisted in a scowl. "You were the one that said showers more than once a week were inefficient."

Ford turned fully to face him, his shadow overcasting the short, scrawny, mouthy alpha. "They are inefficient for people who have the common decency to keep themselves from being so putrid around other genders, but until you learn common decency, you will go back, you will shower, and you will wait in your room for me to get back with the work you were unable to help me with." He spat, taking two steps closer just to watch the alpha shrink before him.

Then Dipper's back straightened - he was still no taller than Ford's shoulder, his arms both still thinner than one of Ford's. "It-it's not my fault you can't handle being close to anyone but omegas!" He accused, and Ford's hand shot out to wrap around his bicep, dragging him closer in a way he would later recognize because of his time on the other end.

"You listen here, boy!" He said, words he'd only heard from his father. "The only thing I can't handle is the indecency, the disrespect, you're no better than any other omega-defiling excuse of a man if you can't even bother keeping your scent to yourself!" He barked.

Dipper's face paled, eyes shining. "I'm-m not--" His breath hitched and Ford grit his teeth, hand tightening on Dipper's arm until his fingers were numb.

"Crying doesn't excuse you, boy, you spoke up at me like a man, so act like one." He demanded, but Dipper only crumpled further, shoulders by his ears, breath fast and hiccuping like a fucking toddler. He muttered something, and Ford dragged him up, nearly off his feet with the hand on his arm. "Speak up!"

"I d-didn't mean t-oo, but my-y rut just st-started and--" Fear shot through Ford at the thought of being alone in the woods with a rutting alpha, but looking down at the damn alpha the fear quickly turned to anger enough to tunnel his vision.

He threw the boy to the ground. "Is that why you wanted so badly to join me this morning?" He hissed. "Was this your plan, alpha?" He loomed over the boy. "See how far you could get on an omega that trusted you? See if I would just let you do it?"

"No!" Dipper yelled. "I wasn't - I wouldn't--" He sobbed, but Ford could see the tent in his shorts. It was disgusting, Ford had thought this boy had potential, but then he had turned sixteen, and suddenly Ford wasn't a mentor, he was a target.

Ford put one boot on the offending organ, and Dipper's legs curled up, arms shooting downward, insincere apologies falling from his lips through sobs. "What would you have done if I had said no this morning? Would you have tried with Stanley instead? Cornered him in a room of the house, locked the door knowing Stanley wouldn't fight you off as well as he could because he would never hurt his family even if they hurt him?" Dipper frantically shook his head, Ford pressed down harder with his boot and the boy squirmed under it, crying harder.

"No - no I prom-mise it's not li-like that I didn't mean-n to great uncle F--"

"Don't you call me that, after what you tried to do don't have the right." He growled. "We're going back, you're telling Stanley what you tried to do, and I'm calling your parents." He said, before taking his boot off him. Dipper's legs immediately closed protectively, hands covering his crotch and sobbing like a child. But then Ford caught a sentence in the crying.

"B-but I didn't do-o anythi-i-ing..."

Ford dropped to his knees in front of the fucking alpha and he flinched back like he even knew what to be afraid of. He scruffed the boy, both glands pinched in his hold and making the alpha cry out while he flipped him, pressing his face into the dirt. "You didn't succeed, so you shouldn't be punished, is that correct? You'll get away with it because you were more incompetent than vile? Or did you think what you wanted wasn't wrong, that an omega's purpose is to take it, that you would be doing an old-timer like me a favor by making me feel pretty for a moment? Like I was still worth defiling further?" He spat while the alpha scrabbled helplessly under his hand. "You don't even know what you tried to do, do you? What you would have done if it were Stanley instead of me. If it were any omega instead of me!"

The alpha yelled, words muffled by the dirt and grass in his mouth. "I didn't do anything wrong!" He said, voice high and desperate, and Ford pulled his head back to smash into the dirt harder.

"You don't see it as wrong, do you?" He hissed. "You don't even understand it, do you?"

The alpha sobbed, but didn't answer.

Ford looked down at him. Smaller, weaker, in the middle of an estrous cycle in the middle of the woods, too far for anyone to help him. If he found the idea of trapping someone else like this, he deserved to know what it felt like.

He grabbed the back of the alpha's shorts, and the boy started scrabbling harder, unable to use his full strength with the heel of Ford's palm and Ford's fingertips both still roughly holding the most sensitive parts of his neck, stretching the skin in a way Ford knew burned. Ford pulled his shorts down to the knees scrabbling for purchase, then his boxers. When he was exposed, it was like the alpha had been electricuted, all his muscles froze and tensed until he was in the fetal position.

Ford tightened the hand on his neck, and the alpha cried out again. "On your knees, boy." He said lowly, and the alpha shakily complied, slowly getting his quivering thighs under him to hold his lower half up like a good bitch.

The smell of distressed alpha permeated everything, Ford reveled in it. It was no less than the alpha deserved.

Ford, eyes not leaving the pale, skinny ass before him, unzipped his own fly. The alpha started shaking harder at the sound, but he had stopped mouthing off, his sobs were now quiet and wordless. He pulled himself out and didn't think about how he was already hard - probably the anger - before lining himself up with the boy's asshole.

It took a second to breach him, the small alpha's muscles trying to keep him out while the alpha started yelling something he wasn't interested in hearing. Then muscle finally relented, and he pushed in while the boy screamed.

He set a pace that only serviced himself - that was all an attack like this was for - self-service. That would have been what the alpha had done if he had caught Ford with his guard down. He went quickly, watching smears of blood try to congeal on his dick before he shoved it back into the mess. The alpha cried, saying something Ford didn't care about. More lies, more insistence that Ford was less than a person, more crying like he wasn't the one that started this.

But stimulation on his cock alone was a tease at best at his age. He growled after too long without a hint at release, and adjusted the alpha's hips one-handed, other still white-knuckled on the alpha's neck. He shifted himself, spread his legs and reached behind him to stick two digits in his own hole, fucking himself to the quick pace of his fucking into the damn alpha. After that it was only another few minutes before he was painting the alpha's insides, sighing deeply before removing himself and taking in the little alpha.

Blood had dried in trails down his thighs, and he had vomited onto the same grass where his face was still pressed. When Ford let go of his neck his entire body started moving all at once, rolling and shoving himself away like an injured animal, pushing himself against a tree before huddling in the fetal position again, eyes wide on Ford like prey before a predator.

Ford got to his feet silently, re-buttoning his pants. "I believe that was enough of a lesson." He said, the reality of the situation looming over his mind like an incoming tsunami. "Now that you understand what it is you almost did, and you know the levity of it - well, there's no point in getting Stanley and your parents involved now, is there? This can stay between us as long as you never try it again." He said the last part lowly, and Dipper nodded frantically, trying to pull his pants up with one hand while he kept the one Ford had held close to his chest, eyes never once leaving Ford while Ford sighed. "You have ten minutes. Then we'll head back." He said, before turning around and beginning to walk just out of sight in the direction of the Mystery Shack.

[vanteaux]

Rules: Make a poll of your favorite female characters (no limits - as many or as little as you want) and see which your followers like the most!

I've seen a handful of these (mostly via @adjit) and I love a good poll. I also kept it to one character per media but narrowing it down to twelve was so hard ough

[mamawasatesttube]

Hurt/comfort prompts, 28. "No one's mad at you."

28. "No one's mad at you."

In the end, Kara is the one who finds him, hiding behind the clouds somewhere over the Pacific.

“Everyone’s worried about you,” she says, settling onto the same strip of sky at his side. Her skirt billows in the frigid breeze; the sun glints off her wavy hair. Kon’s tried to get her to actually maintain her curls, but she just shrugs him off and brushes them out, saying between flights and fights, her hair always gets messed up anyway.

He makes a noncommital noise, rubbing his fingers along the ridge of Krypto’s brow. Krypto’s tail thumps lazily against his back. “Mm.”

Kara flicks his shoulder. “Oh, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” Kon glances at her, wary. If she’s about to tell him off for needing some space after Luthor tried to fucking violate his mind, again, he swears he’ll scream. It doesn’t matter that the control broke after less than ten seconds, that Kon was able to fight it off successfully. It’s that that fucking monster won’t stop trying to turn him into a weapon, no matter what he does, and he’s… he’s…

Ten seconds, and he leveled half a city block.

But Kara doesn’t say that. She just pretends to shudder, nudges his arm, and says, “The weird grunting thing. You’re spending too much time with that Bat of yours.”

…Oh.

Kon’s defensive, devastated thoughts grind to a halt.

“He’s not mine,” Kon mutters, cheeks heating. It’s—weird. You’d think a living weapon wouldn’t get humanizing characteristics like “picking up mannerisms from people he loves”, wouldn’t you? “And I was not Bat-grunting.”

“Sure, cousin. Denial is the first step.” Kara pats his shoulder.

They sit in a strangely companionable silence for a few minutes. Kon keeps rubbing Krypto’s head, scratching behind one ear and then the other. The wind whistles and whips around them; Kon’s jacket and Kara’s skirt flap noisily.

Her hand comes to rest on his shoulder again. “…Kon, no one’s mad at you. You know that, right?”

Kon bites the inside of his lip, hard. “I’m mad at me.”

He half-expects her to exclaim indignantly that he shouldn’t be, that it wasn’t his fault, that he can’t possibly think that. She gets mad at anything that seems unfair, including a lot of Kon’s thoughts about himself; he still remembers how pissed at him she was when he said he didn’t think he count as a real Kryptonian, not like her or Kal.

But instead… Kara just sighs. Slides her hand over and drapes her arm over his shoulders. Pulls him into her side. Kon’s stiff for a moment, but he’s never been good at turning away from comfort, even when he doesn’t deserve it. He’s weak like that.

“I know,” she says, the wind whipping the words from her mouth. “I still… Everyone tells me what happened to New Krypton—to my mother—wasn’t my fault, but even now, I have trouble believing it.”

It’s almost laughable. Kon’s half of a city block was far less damage than the destruction of the entirety of New Krypton; what Kon is feeling now is only a drop in the bucket compared to Kara’s pain. And that wasn’t her fault. This, today, was his. They’re not at all comparable.

“Say what I know you’re thinking right now, and I’ll spike you into the ocean,” she threatens.

Kon snorts. “Won’t say it, then.”

“Stop thinking it!” Kara lightly swats the side of his head. Kon almost laughs.

 After a moment, he sags further into her side. “…Thanks,” he mumbles. She only hums, threading her fingers into his hair, and for a little while more, they sit together in the wide blue sky.

[waveridden]

Happy birthday! Hope you do something that brings you joy today !

tysm!! it’s been pretty joyful so far and i hope you have also been experiencing joy <3

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oc doodle for @adjit !!

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i was tagged by @clownguy to make myself in this picrew & post my last listened to song!! i’m tagging @sugarlipx @kaidanalenko @aeipathism @rainelinde @adjit @vanteaux & the girl reading this!