#and likes her to hang in his arm

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[starthecozy]

kinktober prompt day 7: cuddling

After an intense session of Hellfire and a movie night with the older ones, all of them are staying at Steve's living room (even Steve himself. He likes when the house is full) (inprint)

[musubiki]

limochi rkgk

[echosong971]

Makeover

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this is ship art, please don't tag them as siblings <3

[writinganon1]

@cokoweee

Ya’ll ever have a dream so lifelike it feels aggressively real until one thing goes a little too wrong and then you start to realize that maybe you’re in a dream but it’s also too real to convince yourself it’s not real that you can’t wake yourself up? 

TW: panic attack, I say gun, uhhh blood ig? Bishop says a kinda weird thing but that's just him bein him

can I say blood? last time I did it marked me as mature...

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Her heart thumped against her chest, lactic acid building in her legs as she ran. She tapped furiously at her phone, fingers slipping over the screen as she tried to deploy Sheldon. 

Donnie says “no no no” chimed a pixilated picture of Othello, his finger waving back and forth. 

“What the-” She slammed against a wall, her shoulder crunching against the brick. 

His stupid programming on the poor thing to keep Sheldon at his house. Maybe she could override it? 

No, not enough time. She was just going to have to run and hope for the best. 

Her shoulder screamed in protest as she climbed the ladder in the alley. Scrambling over the side of the building to catch her breath, she tapped at the screen again. 

There had to be something she could do to foil his programming. She wiped at her nose, the cold still not quite gone even after days of bed rest. Bullets flew over the edge of the building, seemingly locking on to her body heat. Throwing herself at the ledge at the last second to force the bullets to crash into the wall she coughed violently, phlegm coating her throat.

Stupid sickness. 

Stupid Othello leaving her with the stupid rabbit farmer.

She pushed herself off the ground, arms struggling under the weight of herself. It was as if every muscle in her body was on fire, each fiber screaming at her to stop. She gulped raising her head over the ledge. Agent Bishop was standing on the adjacent rooftop, his face curled into a sneer, eyes unblinking despite the sun in his eyes. 

He waved at her, fingers waggling in the air as he pulled a small gun from his pocket. Aiming it directly at her chest he grinned, his eyes flickering with something distinctly unhuman. 

She stumbled backward, her feet skidding over the concrete as he seemed to lock onto her. Loose rock dug into her knees as she clambered over the rooftop. 

Away.

All she needed to do was get away. 

She placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the raised bump of the scar, as she moved.

This was…

This was wrong? 

It didn’t happen this way. 

No. She didn’t need to get away, she needed to get out. 

The bullet ripped into her skin, tearing away at muscle, and shattering the bone in her rib.

She screamed, blood pouring from the gaping hole in her chest, as Bishop moved closer. He walked to her side, footsteps clanking against the concrete. 

Clawing at the ground she dragged her body along the roof, rocks digging under her nails. Bishop laughed, his foot trampling her hand, digging it into the ground. She gasped, breathing shallowly as she fought to get loose. 

He grabbed her hair, wrapping it between his fingers and tightening his grip as he pulled her from the floor. 

“Oh, this is wonderful.” He smiled, voice dripping with venom. “Such a pretty little thing I caught this evening. I’ve been dying to chat with you.” He pulled her hair up, forcing her to rise. “I wonder if she’ll do any tricks?” 

She spat in his face, her ears filled with an all-consuming ringing. 

Away. 

She needed to get away. 

It didn’t matter how. She needed to get away. 

He said something else, flaunting some sort of mechanism he had hidden in his shirt. She tried to focus on his words, but her breathing was too shallow, her limbs too shaky, the ringing too loud for her to hear a word. 

She clamped a hand over her chest, a sorry attempt to staunch the flow of blood from the gaping hole in her body. Cursing softly she watched as the red seeped into a slithering pink fleshy mass. 

She stifled a scream as the pink turned an orange maroon, her own blood fueling some sort of monster. 

“Shhhhhhh.” Bishop whispered against her ear, “It’ll be done soon. Just one quick slash and you’ll be out of my hair for good.” 

The mass jumped forward, faster than she could comprehend, her body spasming in pain as she scrambled back.

Was this the Krang she’d heard so much about after she’d left the jail? Weren’t they supposed to be mindless or something? 

It lunged forward again, tentacles lashing toward her face. Bishop shook her in front of him, like a toy for a dog. 

“Kendra?”  

She screamed as he tightened his grip on her, shaking her around like a bag of flour. The world around her turned hazy, her vision blurring in and out. 

She wasn’t going to go out without a fight. 

Throwing her head back she jammed her skull into his chin, breaking the grip he had on her hair. 

She clawed at the ground, a strange silky feeling coating her fingers. Pushing away the softness of what was sure to be Krang, she kicked at the mass as it wiggled unnaturally. 

“KENDRA!” A familiar voice shouted at her, a gentle three-fingered nubby touch against her arm. 

Her eyes flew open, arms flailing to the sides to swat at what was left of the Krang matter, as hands held her back. She gasped, her chest heaving as a sinking feeling hit her gut. Dread splashed over her head like a wave, drowning her, leaving nothing but fear.

Eyes widening she looked next to her for Tello, horrified as darkness encroached on her vision, leaving her staring through a pin hole. Nausea rolled through her stomach as she gasped for air, her chest shuddering to keep up with her breathing. 

It hurt. It hurt so bad. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” He whispered, hand placed against her back. “It’s ok you’re home. You’re with me.” 

She jerked backward. He was loud. So so loud. Even with the ringing in her ears, he was too loud. 

Breaths were punched from her lungs faster than she could finish taking them in. Tears streamed down her face as her eyes blew wide. Her chest tightened, lungs twisting as she shook. 

She’s dying. She has to be dying. There’s no other explanation. 

Dead in her room from a nightmare-induced heart attack,  

Her eyes flickered back and forth over the room, not focusing on anything, just wildly scanning for danger she knew wasn’t there. Willing her arm to move, she let out a chocked warble. 

The room seemed to melt around her. Things blurred together, a fuzzy abstract painting of almost-real-life. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she tightened her muscles. 

Her whole body shook as she tried to take steadying breaths. 

“Did you know softshell turtles only have half a plastron?” 

She was in the middle of dying. 

She most definitely did not need turtle facts right now. 

“Technically a full one, but it’s covered by skin, rendering it effectively useless for plastron purposes.” He shrugs. “Same deal as the shell.” 

She looked at him, confusion breaking through the panic. 

“Makes us really flexible though. Wanna see?” 

He got off the bed, walked to the middle of the room, and bent backward. He smiled upside down at her from the floor and smoothly brought himself back up. 

“Pretty neat huh?” He waggled his eyebrows. “Bet no other turtle you meet could do that.” 

Amusement rippled through her as she watched him demonstrate his stretches and various yoga poses.

“I’ve never met another turtle like you.” She breathed, some of the panic melting away. 

“Precisely! No one can do it like me!” He said, pointing his finger at her triumphantly before his face softened. “ We starting to feel a bit better?” 

She brought her thumb and pointer finger close together. A little 

He nodded. “Am I good to come back up or do you need some space?” 

She patted the bed next to her, inviting him closer. She waited until he was seated comfortably before slumping against his shoulder, exhausted. 

He shifted slightly, reaching for his phone with one hand, the other wrapped around her. He let them sit for a moment, reminding her to breathe every few seconds before Sheldon zipped into the room. 

He whispered something to Othello before zooming out of the room. She watched passively as it happened, her body still not quite connected to her soul. 

Sheldon returned moments later, a bag of ice, a bottle of water, a cookie, and tub of lavender lotion in his little propeller arms. 

Othello took them from him, patted his head, and shooed him away. Taking one of the ice cubes he flattened out her hand and placed it in her palm. 

She jerked slightly at the sensation of cold in her hand, surprised when he placed another in her palm. 

“Focus on the melting.” He said, voice low and gentle. 

The ice filled the lines of her hand and dripped over the sides and down her arm. She shivered as the water pooled in her hand. Othello grabbed the cookie from the pile he had created and broke off half to give to her. 

“Thanks?”

He watched her carefully. “What does it taste like?” 

“A cookie?” She said through a mouthful, her hands still full of TV static. 

“I need details.” He pressed. 

She paused, taking a moment to consider the flavors in her mouth. “Vanilla, chocolate chips.” She took another bite. “ Like I left it in the oven a minute or two too long and overcooked them just slightly.” 

She’d have to make another batch, this time keeping an eye on the time. 

He pressed an uncapped water bottle into her hand. “Drink.” 

She pressed the bottle to her lips, feeling the way the cold blossomed against her skin as she held it there. Quietly observing the way she could feel it go down her throat and into her stomach. 

“Are we feeling more alive?” 

She nodded, running her hand along her thigh to feel the fabric of her pajama pants as she pressed her head against his side. 

“Good.” He murmured, sleep creeping into his voice. “You had a panic attack I’m pretty sure.” 

“...Sorry it was for something stupid.” 

“I get worked up over stupid stuff too.” He mumbled, eyes half closed. 

“Your stuff isn’t stupid.” She countered. 

“Then neither is yours.” 

She stopped, lifting her head to look up at him.

He grabbed her hand, flexing the fingers for her. “You feel ok?” 

“I don’t know.” She answered honestly. 

He nodded and guided her to a lying position. “Tell me five of your favorite things.” 

She paused, looking around the room. “Hmmmmm. You.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Mhm. Uhhh, lavender. The color purple. Satin jackets. Baking. Messing around in the lab. Oh, I guess that’s more than five.” 

He tapped her shoulders rhythmically, “You can keep going if you need to.” 

She took in a deep breath. “I think I’m ok now.” 

“Positive?” 

Nodding she pulled the blankets over herself. What she really needed was rest. She was so exhausted from the whole ordeal that the idea of doing anything else felt impossible. 

He got off the bed again, searching beneath the bedframe for something before he pulled a large purple blanket from under the bed. She blinked in surprise as he placed it over her, a weight holding her down to the bed. 

“I should’ve mentioned it was weighted.” 

She pulled her hand out to give a quick thumbs up as he climbed back into bed. She shifted to hold out her arm for a hug. He smiled and pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her waist. 

“You smell like you’ve been using my soap.” She grumbled against his plastron. 

He shrugged. “ I like the way you smell.” 

Rolling her eyes she tugged the blanket higher over her shoulders smiling as soft chirping filled the room, the sound he always made right as he fell asleep. 

“Good night Tello.” She whispered.

His plastron vibrated as he churred back, gently running circles through her hair. 

She was home. And she was safe.

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squad don't write stuff at four AM I'm pretty sure this only makes sense to me at this point. Anyway I was listening to my pretty princess playlist while writing this 💁‍♀️

the reason why this was written is in the tags btw

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves performs with his band Dogstar at The Roxy on July 18, 2023 in Los Angeles, California.

[codakk]

dave "the only touch i know is my older brother's violence" strider and jade "i've long forgotten what the touch of another human being's felt like" harley both being lonely best friends struggling with their touch starvation but maneuvering through it and healing from it with each other's guidance and company

[river-of-wine]

A bonus Molly sketch from my gilded cage things! Given the circumstances for Molly in particular during chapter 4 and the fact that Dutch being the way he is would likely just use her as an accessory for the evening I can’t imagine her having a good time, but at least the dress is pretty

[swordmaid]

thinking abt jaime having to cuddle with a wounded brienne because it’s cold and she’s shivering and having nightmares …

[happyk44]

Persephone: I want a baby.

Hades: Okay. Give me a second to talk some people and then we'll go grab their kid.

Persephone:

Persephone: What?

Hades: Give me a second to ta-

Persephone: Don't repeat the same- I wasn't saying what as "I didn't hear you thing", I was saying it as "elaborate further on what you meant" thing.

Hades. Ah. Right. Yes, well, as you know, sometimes parents die and leave behind children. These children are called orphans. While the term is most associated with children, most people typically become orphans as time moves on and their parents naturally age and pass.

Persephone: I know what an orphan is!

Hades: You asked me to elaborate. Now, hush.

Hades: Since those people are dead, I was thinking that we could go find parents who left behind their young children and ask them about their thoughts on us taking in their child. This would be especially beneficial for situations where the child is taken in by immediate family, and the parents in question would have deeply deeply despised that for whatever reason. Abuse, probably. But also some people are just not cut out for parenting and that's okay.

Hades: Then we would shake hands, grab the kid, or kids, if there are multiples, and raise them as our own.

Persephone:

Persephone: You know, I really just meant that I wanted you to get me pregnant with a baby.

Hades: Yes, I know, but I found a better solution than me, a god of the dead, having to help you bring a life into this world, a concept I find very gross. Taking a life that already exists and raising that one so I don't have to be involved in making a new one at all.

[poisoned-pearls]

thinking about my fankids and realizing that Neo would know Riddle is hilarious to me considering that when you meet riddle story wise it is after Nami overblots. Which Neo helped defeat.

Like his relationship with riddle isn’t that strong, because riddles just like, one of his dad’s friends who visits sometimes. Like sure he knows riddle, but he really know riddle. Hell hes only ever met the twins once and that’s when he was 7.

so the next time he saw a family friend is immediately after his crush overblot and almost killed like, half of the student population. And said family friend knows his crush very well.

And after all of that he just has to be like “hi Mr.riddle,” while said Mr. Riddle is very much ignoring him for his baby (Nami Ashengrotto who is not his child)

[malachitezmeyka]

I personally find it very funny that my sister and I are both obsessed with an unfairly attractive long-haired fictional man with a tendency to prance around without a shirt on who would do anything for his autistic daughter... and it's not even the same damn fictional man

"Oh we're so different we will never get along" Blatant lies, we're one in the same and completely incorrigible in what we are

[sheltershock]

A cute thing I like to imagine with sashamilla is just them holding each other. There’s the obvious “moments after a traumatic mission experience and all you can do is silently grasp the closest to you.” But I was more thinking of lovey-dovey random excuses to pick up my significant other bridal style. 

Their coworkers have of course seen Sasha and Milla lift each other up after an emergency where one of them got hurt, but they’ve noticed it’s different between the two of them. Sasha’s brought in a lot of suspects, criminals, terrorists, test subjects, and even other agents who’ve been incapacitated or injured back to the Motherlobe. And whenever he does that, they’re always floating near him being held up by his telekinesis. But agents at headquarters have taken careful note that whenever Agent Vodello specifically gets injured or incapacitated, he’s always holding her in his arms. And with very visible physical strain mind you. 

Milla bringing people back to headquarters by carrying them or holding their hand is not strange by any means. She’s one of the best people to deploy for a rescue mission or just to bring in new psychics because she has the ability to easily put others at ease. Agents will just chuckle amongst themselves that Agent Vodello has another kid now everytime it happens. What did turn heads, however, is that one time she burst in off the landing pad with an unconscious Agent Nein in her arms like he was weightless. She yelled that they needed help, and everyone for five seconds just looked at this display before she impatiently just started sprinting, yes, sprinting towards the infirmary with him still in her arms. 

These observations have left the employees at the Motherlobe with four possibilities about Nein’s and Vodello’s strength levels.

Milla is actually pretty heavy, and that’s why Sasha struggles to lift her up.

Sasha is actually pretty physically weak, and that’s why he struggles to lift Milla.

Milla is ridiculously physically strong and thus can easily lift Sasha and sprint with that extra weight like it’s no big deal.

Sasha is ridiculously light, so Milla doesn’t struggle with lifting his weight.

None of these theories are totally right nor totally wrong. 

The reality of the situation is that since Sasha relies on telekinesis so much, he doesn’t have a lot of upper body strength so he’s just not used to physically lifting weight in general. Also he’s committed to the idea of  lifting Milla up with physical strength. Something about absentmindedly lifting everything/everyone, but Milla is different and so he actually wants to put more effort in. Though every time he does Milla has to ask if he’s alright, and is constantly reminding him that she is not going to like him any less if he can’t lift her. Over time he gets better at lifting her. But he’s probably accidentally dropped her at least once or twice and they’re both glad she’s a master levitator. 

And for Milla, she’s not ridiculously physically strong nor is Sasha really light, Milla’s just smart. She can achieve the goal of having her boyfriend in her arms without any physical strain by just… using her telekinesis to support his weight and still have him in her arms. That’s all. The reason he seems weightless in her arms is because she’s making her brain literally do all the heavy lifting. This also means if she were to let go of him and step away he'd just float, suspended in the air. But surprisingly, not many people have figured out her little trick yet. She does have great joy though with being able to lift her 7’2 boyfriend and have people gawk at her strength though.

Back to the “random excuses” from the beginning… Sasha constantly has at least one reason why he’s holding Milla. Whether it be that she fell asleep and he’s just moving her, or it’s technically an emergency, or she felt tired “to the point of collapse,” or that she’s just frozen in fear from a flashback and needs to be in a place where she feels less threatened… he always has a “totally reasonable” explanation. Which is kinda redundant when he mostly just lifts her up when they’re alone, because he doesn’t have to justify it to anyone. Though oftentimes Milla will just request to be carried, which he honors most of the time after some banter about the “World’s Foremost Levitator needing mobility assistance.” 

Meanwhile Milla doesn’t need one at all. She’ll just randomly sneak behind a corner, run up and pick him up with a twirl. She’d laugh as Sasha just looks up at her with a bewildered expression and asks “yes?” And she’d just smile and say “hi.” And he’d just break into a dumb grin responding back with “hello to you too, Milla.” He does get a warning whenever she’s about to do it, a telepathic message along the lines of “prepare yourself” and three seconds later he’d suddenly be swept off his feet. He’s never really concerned about her dropping him, but does get a brief moment of panic when he realizes he’s not securely on the ground. 

I had a little drawing idea(that I don’t think I’m doing anytime soon, so here you go) of Sasha catching Milla after she faints mid-levitating while on a mission, which is supposed to be romantic and smooth and is actually successful, he does catch her. She has this flustered moment that they share a nice moment together before they’re back into battle. The less romantic thing about the exchange though was the impact and height of Milla’s fall actually broke Sasha’s leg. Everyone on the mission found out when he was hesitant to stand up and apply any amount of pressure to his leg to walk back to the jet. It’s okay though because Milla got her turn to carry him back. Meanwhile she’s laughing telepathically that she wouldn’t mind getting used to him in her arms while his leg recovers. 

[goodobservationshirley]

I’m not ready.

[eggs-can-draw]

Can I rq a little doodle, just one for an ask or smth I love seeing your art

ok so this one has a liiiiiittle bit of a story behind it sit down get your popcorn So it's kinda based on/inspired by this reblog by @ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa that made me slowly realize that despite the big role Nanami is probably gonna play in the Jabberwock kid's lives(esp Kokichi n Kiibo), she's also never going to be able to hug them - unless they like sneak into the NWP for the sole purpose of giving her a hug, which I honestly wouldn't put past Kokichi tbh - and sent me into a long long thought into how much she cares about just about everyone and AAAGH it made me think a lot about her in the au so please know that despite being all ai she's basically everywhere all the time

[gale-dekarios]

bren slept with lae'zel, kissed wyll, and banged astarion all in the span of two nights meanwhile my poor fkn sister suki (played by my friend in our co-op) got rejected by karlach, and then everyone else 😭