#as usual LOL

[riayuun]

[hotheadedhero]

Do you know what I would absolutely love? I'd love to see Raphael - any iteration of him - go toe-to-toe with a British girly that has grown up in the rougher parts of England

I know that the stereotype is that New Yorker's are rather brash but I feel like certain characters in the UK can be quite... colourful with their language. Not to mention, creative

Language warning

And given Raph's affinity for quickly growing hot-tempered, I think this would be interesting and hilarious. I don't know about anyone else in this country but easily angered people make such good prey when it comes to these things

The lingo would both infuriate and confuse him

"A'ight, you fuckin' bell end, you think you're some 'ard shit, do ya?"

Like, the missed t's and h's are enough to throw him through a loop but what the hell is a "bell end"??? Some of these words are so alien to him, it pisses him off: prick, twat, pillock. He has no idea what they mean but he doesn't like how they're being directed at him

No matter how many quips he tries to throw back, she just looks unbothered and sends more right back

Matters aren't helped by the fact that his brothers state how "this must be the British version of Brooklyn" because we all know how different Raph's accent is from theirs

It was just a funny idea that came to me now and I cannot stop thinking about it. I... I may have to write something with this in mind

Just add it to my never-ending list of ideas... bloody hell

[smeefington]

TRAIT FANART

@smeefington

[bigdumbbambieyes]

their first summer in Cali is full of sunshine, hot sand, and a seawater breeze

it’s ruffling Steve’s hair where he sits on the beach, watching his boyfriend paddle out on his board, the muscles on his back working to make Steve’s mouth dry (and it does)

he takes gulps of his warm water and gives the sky a pinched look, wiping the sweat from his upper lip and still tasting salt when he swipes his tongue across it

looking back at the water, he sees Billy catch a wave; swims with it for a moment, pushes himself up - and falls

Steve smiles only when Billy’s head pops back up and he can faintly hear the blond cursing the wax on his board, as if he hadn’t done it himself earlier that morning in their backyard

surfing is a waiting game, Steve’s come to learn. it makes Billy the most patient person he’s ever known. sometimes, his boyfriend waits all day, for nothing, and Steve wonders how that could be fun

but, he knows that Billy’s happier sitting on his board in a waveless ocean than he ever was for a second in Hawkins. and while Steve sometimes misses the midwest, with its comfortable, boring familiarity, the future that they’ve drawn out together keeps him from being too homesick

Billy comes back, dripping water all over their blanket and sticking his board into the sand where he knows it’ll give Steve some shade

“you’re looking hot,” Billy huffs with a smile, flicks his hands so water drops onto Steve’s face and chest

it’s a little refreshing and Steve reaches a hand out to him, “yeah, feeling it, too.”

Billy takes it and pulls Steve to his feet, doesn’t step back when his boyfriend is only inches away from his face now

Steve sees the freckles scattered across Billy’s nose and shoulders - they’ve bloomed right before his eyes under the hot sun for the past week

and where the sun carefully kisses a tan and freckles across Billy’s nose and shoulders, it bites Steve

“maybe we need to invest in an umbrella for your pale midwest ass,” Billy mutters with a smirk, presses his fingertip against Steve’s nose gently - and it hurts

definitely sunburnt

“yeah, think so,” Steve smiles, knowing he probably looks stupid with his red nose and cheeks but Billy still kisses him behind his surfboard, keeps him close until he’s had his fill

even gives Steve a little smack on the ass when he pulls away, hums, “still look good enough to eat.”

“good thing we packed a lunch,” he replies dumbly, but Billy still humours him with a little laugh

easy and familiar

“wanna go for a dip before we eat?” Billy asks, trailing his cool fingers down the side of Steve’s arm

and Steve swears his boyfriend is part fish, with how much he loves the water. he can’t even begin to imagine how badly he’d missed the ocean during that year and some months in Hawkins

landlocked. like Steve had been all his life, until he’d met the ocean in the form of angry blue eyes in 1984.

and the ocean is vast and demanding but Steve knows he’s safe with Billy, so he nods, mutters, “yeah,” and watches a grin bloom on that handsome face just for him

the heat of the sun is worth it, even later, when Steve is red and hot and whining about his burns while Billy carefully rubs aloe onto his skin and promises a beach umbrella

[naavispider]

This just popped into my mind: one night while they were camping in the forest, one of the Recoms tells a scary campfire story. Something like: “here’s the true story of the monster that eats you if you think about it”, you know the type. The marines all know it’s for fun and play along, but Spider grew up in a culture where stories are a primary way of sharing history and information, and he thinks it’s FOR REAL. A few hours later in the middle of the night, Quaritch finds spider wide awake and scared out of his mind…

"Now, listen close. What I'm about to tell you is real, it happened, and it can happen to you, too. We’ve all heard the story of a spirit or a monster that hides in the dark and eats you if you've done wrong, but this is no story. It's not folklore, it’s not myth, and it sure as shit isn’t make believe."

Spider shifted closer to Wainfleet's low voice around the fire. He rolled his eyes at the corporal's drama, but a shiver ran down the back of his spine all the same. Z-dog was to his left, and Fike was to his right, both a few feet away with shadows flickering across their faces from the campfire, both grinning expectantly.

"Like all good close encounters, this one started when I was very young - probably about 5 or 6, when I used to stay at my Nana's house while my folks were off working. These were the days when every meal was rationed, and every breath of the dying Earth polluted your lungs. Nana was old, she was dying, but I liked her company. The only thing I didn't like was the strange scraping noise that used to come from her basement. I'd tell her constantly, but her hearing must have been completely busted because she never heard it. One evening, while she was upstairs, I decided to check it out. The steps down to the basement are steep, wooden, and creaky. I made it halfway down towards the heavy door when I heard the noise again. A slow, drawn out scrape, that sounded like fingernails on floorboards. I stopped. I didn't know if I could do it. My heart was pounding like nothing."

Spider suddenly felt his own heartbeat increase. He shuffled closer to Z-dog, suddenly not wanting his exposed back to face the darkness of the forest.

"Then... I heard another noise. This time, it was a quiet, agonising moan. I strained to listen closer - not sure if my ears were screwed on right. But then the volume increased. It sounded like it was coming towards the door at the bottom of the stairs. I froze. I couldn't move - paralysed with fear." Wainfleet paused for dramatic effect, eyeing everyone in the cicle. "The sound was like a dying animal, or perhaps a dying person. It sounded like the moans and cries of an old woman who'd lost her mind. It was getting closer... it was right behind the door... It was coming for me... I bolted. I'm not ashamed to say that I turned tail and ran straight back up the stairs. My legs couldn't carry me fast enough. Just as I reached the top, I turned back to look at the door... only to see... it was ajar."

Spider looked around at the other recoms, horrified at the way Wainfleet was telling this story. But wait, he'd said it wasn't a story. This really happened. No wonder the man became a marine - he had balls of steel.

Quaritch was staring into the trees, always aware of their surroundings. Mansk and Prager were leaning against each other, having paused their card game to listen in to Wainfleet's tale. Spider could see he was not the only one hooked. Nobody interrupted Lyle, so he carried on.

"That was my first encounter with the being, but it was far from my last. The week after that, my Nana died from heart failure. I never went back to her house. But the creature... or whatever it was... followed me throughout my life, wherever I went. When I was 12, and we moved to Chicago, when I was 19, training at base camp Nevada, when I was 23 in Vietnam... it followed me... always. The... thing... it chooses you, and once it does, there's no way you can shake it. Hell..." Wainfleet's grim eyes locked across the circle with Spider's scared ones. "Even here."

No one said anything, but Spider wasn't looking at anybody else. "You mean... on Pandora?"

Wainfleet held his stare for a moment, the firelight dancing in his large, yellow eyes, before chuckling darkly. "You bet your ass. This thing isn't confined in the physical realm. It doesn't need air to breath, food to eat, water to drink. I don't know if it hitched a ride with us on the ISV from Earth, or if it can just materialise anywhere, but one thing's for sure... it's here, and it's not let me go."

Spider suddenly felt bare - exposed. The air chilled his skin despite being a warm summer's evening. He crawled even closer to Z-dog, part of him wishing he could move right into her lap. He restrained himself, however.

"You can always tell it's near by the slow, grinding scratching it likes to make on surfaces... I've even heard it scratching the trees out here, just out of sight." Wainfleet's voice dropped even lower, and Spider had to lean in to hear what he said next. "It doesn't like when we talk about it."

A shudder tore its way through Spider's body, and he sucked in a deep breath as a gentle wind blew through the camp. Suddenly, the warmth from the fire seemed to be blown away in the breeze.

"That's enough Lyle, you'll fill his head with all kinds of bull," Quaritch interjected.

Spider bristled. He didn't need Quaritch stepping in, he wasn't five. Nevertheless, Spider felt unsettled as the talk turned to tomorrow's plans and later, one by one the recoms drifted off to sleep. Usually, Spider slept a little away from the others, preferring to find spot next to a rock or tree stump, even if the privacy it offered was only in his head. Tonight however, Spider didn't really fancy that. Try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. Whatever Wainfleet had been talking about - that... thing - it seemed to be here. It could be watching them right now for all he knew. Spider liked to believe that Eywa wouldn't allow such an abomination on her world, but perhaps this creature was beyond her control. Wainfleet had said he'd heard it. Out here, in the forest.

He got up and walked quickly over to Quaritch's pack, grabbing the man's discarded jacket. He knew by now that he wouldn't get in trouble for using it whenever he liked. He threw it over his shoulders to warn off both the chill and the feeling of being watched by unknown eyes. He cast his eyes around for Quaritch - but the man was on watch duty, stationed a little further out of the camp, gripping his AR. He'd probably be there for another hour or so before swapping out.

Repressing his shiver, he found a comfortable spot nestled up next to the colonel's pack.

It took him a long time to get to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he felt the unseen presence of Wainfleet's stalking monster, pressing in on him from the darkness that surrounded the camp. Who knew where it was now. He simply couldn't get comfortable, imagining it lurking out in the forest, waiting for the moment to strike... scratching its claws on each tree it clung to.

Every noise echoed in the quiet. Every snap of a twig from a roaming Pale, every buzz of a Shimmyfly as it floated uncaringly over the camp, Fike's gentle rumbling snores - it all seemed as loud as an engine roaring as Spider lay thinking about Wainfleet's story. Eventually, it got too much. Spider was never getting to sleep like this.

He groaned a frustrated sigh, sitting up against the pack and looking to see if anybody else was awake who might lend him a tablet. He needed something to take his mind off everything, but no one was up. He considered nudging Z-dog awake, but he knew she'd kill him. He wrapped his arms around his legs and brought his knees up to his chin, pulling Quaritch's jacket around him tighter.

"Kid?"

Quaritch's voice made him jump. He twisted around to see the colonel coming towards him.

"Why are you still up?" the recom asked, concern layering his voice.

Spider shrugged, turning back to stare at the dying fire.

"Hmm," Quaritch murmured. "Wainfleet's tall tales aren't getting to you, are they?"

Spider frowned at the embers. How could they not? "That shit's horrible..." he grumbled, unwilling to admit how horrific it sounded to be stalked by a sadistic, fiendish being.

"Spider..." Quaritch began, sitting down heavily next to Spider on the moss. "You... you know that story wasn't... real, right?"

Spider flinched as if burned. What did Quaritch mean? He tried to arrange his features into an uncaring, cool outer exterior, desperately hoping he wasn't betraying the confusion he was currently experiencing. "Sure," he said evenly.

Quaritch eyed him knowingly. "That's just a scary story... something folks tell each other back home to pass the time."

"Pass the time?"

"Sure. It's entertaining. The aim is to scare the crap out of whoever's listening. The person that tells the scariest story wins."

"Are you serious?" Spider glanced up at Quaritch now, almost too embarrassed to seek eye contact, but needing the reassurance that there was no creepy monster waiting to grab him more.

Quaritch stared amusedly at him, clearly fighting some urge. "Deadly."

Spider couldn't help the sigh that escaped him when Quaritch's certainty became clear. "You got a tablet?" he asked to change the subject.

Quaritch's eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but he pulled out the tablet from his pack and tapped in the passcode. He passed it to Spider knowingly and the boy went straight into the entertainment system, searching for one of his favourite cartoons.

Quaritch's heart warmed at the sight, and a sly smile spread slowly over his face. Raising a hand to ruffle the kid's hair, he murmured a soft comment about waking Mansk to relieve him of watch duty.

When he returned, Spider had laid down comfortable, eyes fixed on the tablet and quite at home in Quaritch's sleeping spot. Assessing the situation, Quaritch decided that the kid probably wouldn't mind if he lay down next to him. It was his spot after all.

He left a few feet between them, but even so, the pair had never slept in such proximity to each other before. He rolled over so he could watch Spider, but the kid was engrossed in his tablet. He seemed happier now Quaritch had enlightened him to Wainfleet's little game.

He smiled at the sight of his boy.

Meanwhile, Spider was immersed in Scooby Doo, more at ease than he had been all night. He knew Quaritch was lying nearby - he could sense the man's breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a few feet away. He could never admit it out loud, but he knew that the man's presence comforted him. Eventually, he felt his eyes start to droop, and the tablet slipped from his hand as sleep finally took him.

x

[deepestbluesky]

hanwenzhou thought of the day: okay idk how to make this AU work but i think han ying should rescue zhang chengling and bring him back to wenzhou.

like i’m specifically thinking some kind of AU where things happen as in canon up through zhou zishu leaving tianchuang, but then han ying maybe like... takes or is forcibly sent on lots of long missions outside of jinzhou because he can’t stand being there without zzs or maybe duan pengju/jin-wang don’t want him there because they don’t trust that he’s not doing some secret plan for zzs. anyway hy just wandering around, totally out of the loop about following zzs, about the liulijia, etc.

i’m thinking sometime AFTER wenzhou and chengling have happily formed a family unit, maybe during siji arc of the show? something happens to chengling—probably he gets kidnapped, let’s be honest. and then hy rescues him because like, he’s there and hy doesn’t really want to go back to jinzhou anyway and why the fuck not? this kid seems like he doesn’t deserve this. so hy rescues chengling and chengling keeps talking about his shifu and his wen-shu and hy realizes that someone is actively after him so probably hy should escort chengling back home.

and that is how we get a reunion scene where chengling runs straight at wenzhou, and wen kexing actually gives him a big hug and meanwhile hy is staring like he’s seen a ghost and zzs is also staring and just manages to say, “ying-er?” in a voice that probably none of them have ever heard before.

[yaz-the-spaz]

[eslanes]

I don't know when I'll be active again, I'm hoping in the new year. I'm working just about everyday between 3 jobs, flat out doing art commissions and still not making ends meet. It's exhausting and embarrassing. It's also zero help that my business funding doesn't kick in until after the holidays. I actually hate this time of year so much, if I had a choice in the matter I would opt out completely.

Anyway, hoping the rest of you have a safe, relaxing and happy holiday. Have a glass of wine for me while I lose my mind lol.

[h4yz4rd]

A voice claim animation for my OC Eraia, kind of wish I let myself finish it

Audio is from The Sopranos

[holymultiplefandomsbatman]

Hello, my lovely!!

I’m here to bless you with some sub!Loki just because 😏

Look at that perfect posture. And those eyes?? 🫠🫠 I’m just saying that I’d reward him (a little) for being such a good boy

Then we have this. No comment needed 🥵

Patiently waiting for your next order. What will you have him do next? Strip? Worship you? The possibilities are endless…

Just sub!Loki 🫠🫠🫠

Bestie, I... 😳

Thank you for the kind offering @sarahscribbles 💜

That last one is getting to me for some reason. I just want to pet his head a little and then step away and leave him there (which would probably lead to the face from 2 😂)

But... that first one? That always gets to me 😂

I just... he'd try so hard to be obedient once you’ve broken through his defenses and the brat is out of the way.

[spinnysocks]

Any hcs for nne and tano?

ooo lemme think!

i really like tano x nne x madoa from nikki's hcs! i hc tano as gay and nne as pansexual & ambiamorous :D

they befriend neema and nyeusi! at first they learn what they're saying just so they can hear them dissing other animals, but become friends along the way. nne and tano are also chill with the skinks, they find the drama they cause so entertaining

they are TERRIBLE with kids. worse than any other outlander (except for maybe the skinks or sumu). they were forced to look after wema and tunu once, it was basically the “...you want a beer?” “he's FOUR!” meme. nevertheless, the women of the outlands need a break sometimes and when there's nobody else free, looking after the kiddos falls upon nne and tano. they just learn along the way 😭

that being said, i wonder how dogo and kijana's personalities would fit with nne and tano's... the yeens either think they're annoying little shits or they LOVE those two chaotic gremlin kids hfhdjdj. except for when they put themselves in danger, making nne and tano fall over their paws to save them-

wema and tunu are a lot more chill to babysit, so much so that nne and tano find it boring to watch over them sometimes 😭 but they love wema and tunu really, just like the rest of the outlanders, because those two are little bundles of joy!

both are slightly older than janja, cheezi and chungu, thus have been pissed that those three have higher roles than them for YEARS.. which is why they come to like jasiri because she sees their skills and offers them roles :)

i wouldn't say that they're the outlanders who would be the most likely to cause a fire or something equally as chaotic, but they definitely support chaos. like i said, they love watching any drama that the skinks cause or get into. they laugh with neema and the skinks about the idiots' antics as well X]

i like to think nne and tano see chungu and cheezi like little brothers! maybe not in the canon timeline, but eventually. the way jasiri leads the outlands and her clan makes everybody a bit more chill with each other, so i imagine nne and tano coming to like the two more and roughhousing with them like brothers do

a small but cute headcannon for last: they pretend not to like being told they did good, but their tails always wag when someone tells them good job on their hunt :)

[whisky-soul]

[nucrests]

Also I was about to make a post but then it didn’t turn out how I wanted and then I was like nobody would care and yeah… it didn’t happen lol

[solipsistful]

man im so glad for the w.bg podcast and fandom. i would be in a much worse place if not for it/yall 🙃

- ace

[frownyalfred]

favorite Bruce Wayne hc of the week: you’re allowed to follow him into the Cave to continue your argument, but he’s going to start undressing and pulling off armor while heading for the showers and if you get an eyeful, that’s on you.

It’s an effective tactic and stops a good 60% of those arguments in their tracks. The remaining 40% are usually intense enough to follow Bruce into the showers and yell at him while he’s casually showering off grime and blood.

[mroddmod]

everyone be quiet i'm manifesting