#because it looks so unnatural😂

[dwynartist]

I’m kind of obsessed with her

[princess-olaf]

Ok, enough time has passed - time for unpopular opinion

Baby talk in firehouse.

When I was watching the premier live I was writing down some notes - I sent them to my friends. Don’t ask 😂

But when I read them again I saw something - I’ll say more in a few paragraphs. Or I’ll show it to you.

And then I talked with my friend and she said the same thing.

That scene started so good. Stella was being honest, she made sure he knew how she was feeling. And then…

And I hadn’t said anything because it seemed like it was just me but apparently I’m not the only one who feels like that.

First of all, Stella shouldn’t apologise to Kelly for not being ready to have a baby. It’s the most important decision in life, she has every right to want to wait. It’s not a reason to apologise!

And Kelly? Come on, we’ve seen just few scenes before how well he knows her and that he knows what to do to help her feel better. Yeah he told her that she didn’t need to apologise but it’s the bare minimum he should do! Why he stood there like that?! What was with touching her shirt? He should hug her and tell her not to worry about it. It was sooo awkward and unnatural - we keep saying how they constantly touch each other and do it without hesitation. It looks natural every time. But here? @district447 said it perfectly - he stood there like a robot.

I really hope that their next conversation will be better - longer than 45 seconds and that Kelly will act like he does every time when he’s around his wife. Caring, loving and supportive.

Is it too much to ask?

[imissnanami]

imagine playing stardew with the jjk guys.. showing choso how to use the controls because he's simultaneously a baby and an old man. nanami focuses on making the farm super efficient and doesnt even talk to the villagers - he says there's no point, since he knows he's going to marry your character anyway. satoru protects you in the mines because "he's the strongest" but also dumps all his inventory on you and ditches you to go talk to haley.

Omg!!! I love this sm and completely agree!! Especially nanami lmao Ty for your amazing brain wave

More silly ideas:

Choso would somehow get a prismatic shard on like the 1st trip to the mines somehow💀

Conversely, Gojo would say he got one on the first trip to the desert but really just reset the day 20 times 😂

Nanami would do quests with such dedication before 8 pm, but as soon as it hits he's like "if you won't let me in your house why bother working on your request".

Nanami hates Mr Morris, and Pierre equally.

He also hates Sam because the hair reminds him too much of a certain dick doodling guy.

Choso would also put you as his favourite thing, Gojo would put sweets or something

U try and get toji to play but he doesn't want to, he still helps you with the mines and the skull cavern.

Somehow finishes junimo cart on the 2nd try

U, geto, gojo, and shoko have a multiplayer game and it consists solely of gojo and geto spending money for the first 5 years trying to sabotage the other from gaining backpack upgrades, them blowing up the farm, and stealing each other's tools while getting mad at each other. Spoiler, it's shoko.

Gojo can not save gold in the game, focuses on decorating and making it look pretty. Has like 17 tilled spaces

Getos farm is so pretty and he's a casual max/min-er, very efficient.

Choso likes to build barns and coops for the animals. Spends all day petting them. Feels like the autopetter is "unnatural"

Sukuna claims its a stupid game. You catch him on a stardew grind of "one more day" at 5 in the morning.

Also I feel like gojo would loose his axe for like 3 years somehow

[papabirdurskeks]

do you have any thoughts on a precursor x human relationship if it were possible? it'd be really funny to see the size difference, humans would seem like a large pet at first i think 😂

First off, a thousand apologies for having kept you waiting for this reply! I got hit with a lot of crazy shit going on my end that put me behind in answering this! x') But I finally got some time to finish my drawings and put them together for you here in reply!

So, without further making you wait, I do have some thoughts for this; especially given that the species does exist in full in my AU!

However, when it comes to relationships between Precursors and humans in this AU, things are not always the best or on the brightest terms.

In fact, humans and Precursors have a lot of tension placed between them for various reasons. Though the obvious reason is because of the Traveler thus far! But other reasons include mostly in how the two perceive one another:

Humans do not like to be seen as inferior or less then by a species that claims itself to be better than or with more on their side. The same can be said of the Precursors to humans as well, especially since, once again, humans are blessed by the Traveler and side with the entity itself as its current favor in the AU. These sorts of tensions are deeply rooted in differences in opinions of views and thoughts, which can lead to some rather nasty and sometimes racial turmoil that can be violent on both ends. Guardians especially hold a special place of ire for Precursors and vice versa for them.

However, despite the high tensions, there are some humans and Precursors that DO very much get along and even form relationships with one another. Some of them form into wonderful friendships that last a lifetime for some!

And others can form into something much more into the romantic aspect of things, being both just as special and wonderful for the pair that is formed from said relationship!

Sadly, romantic pairs are not safe from the ire of those who greatly disapprove of their relationship. Many of them will call these unions disgusting or unnatural, strange even for the likes that the two could get along. But despite such ire and annoyances, many couples do make it work out and tend to ignore the haters!

Though perhaps the funniest aspect of this overall relationship, be it platonic or romantic, is the sheer size difference between the two!

Humans and Precursors who befriend one another will always be met with a funny look to see how things go between them, especially with how tall Precursors are to humans. So, you are not far off from the idea of a "giant pet" when it comes to the mind of some Precursors! This was especially true in their first initial meetings as again, Precursors often saw and still do, at times, see humans as not as bright or on par with their thoughts. But with time and given changes of interactions, this perception of "pet" has since gone away save for a few who think very little of humans, which is used now more like an insult!

But even with tensions still around, there are the few that do manage to make things work out and brighter for a better future c:

[hanafubukki]

Lilia would also be like ‘executive decision! I am carrying you’ to the Diasomnia boys. They’re his kids and he can and will carry them around

Omg Anonie I love you for sending this. 🌺🌷💕 When I woke up this morning and read this, I had the biggest smile on my face throughout the day because I can clearly see the image in my head of the kids’ reactions 😂😂

Lilia would do exactly that and he would adore it. The other three will too as well but they won’t admit it (well, Silver will since he’s such a dear).

Lilia would also do it because he’s the Father and as the Father, one of his jobs is to embarrass his children 💚

With Malleus:

I have the greatest laugh because Malleus is so tall with or without his horns and then you have Lilia 😂😂 can you imagine how Malleus will look in his arms?? It’s cute and funny. Lilia with his wide smile and Malleus with his pout and arms crossed but you can see a slight smile hinting at his lips.

“Lilia, is this necessary?”

“Fufufu of course it is! This brings back memories of when you were still in your egg. You were such a big egg!”

Malleus would just close his eyes as he listened to Lilia, leaning against him knowing that Lilia was more than able to support him as he always has.

(But no seriously, this image??? It’s so cute. Malleus with his stature and then you have the opposite of that Lilia carrying him. Can you imagine the whiplash people will have?? But the fondness is there, you can see it and feel it. The years that Lilia cared and loved the egg can be reflected here in the way he holds Malleus so preciously).

With Silver:

I imagine that Silver would be very comfortable in Lilia’s arms and wouldn’t wake up initially until he heard his father’s voice talking to him, after all this comfort he felt was as if he was still a child and his father was carrying him again.

I can imagine Silver falling asleep and Lilia fetching him to go back to the dorm. With this image, any NRC student would think it would be strange, but the two are so naturally comfortable it comes off as an everyday occurrence.

“This brings back memories~”

“Mmm…father?”

“Sleep, we are almost home.”

And Silver would do just that, on the edge of going back to sleep…only for Lilia to mention how he made dinner and that would startle Silver wide awake.

With Sebek:

Oh, I just love the image of Lilia and Sebek. You can tell that Lilia will have fun teasing Sebek and Sebek’s reaction would be adorable. Sebek would be flustered with red hinting at his face or just so unnatural and robotic in Lilia’s arms, not daring to move.

“Hold still Sebek,”

“Master Lilia why?”

“It’s a great work out for my arms, got to keep strong in my old age you know?”

(You know Lilia would give a ridiculous excuse like that and Sebek would believe it, just so he can have fun 😂)

[Dias boys carrying Lilia Fic]

[the-boy-meets-evil]

Hi. In honor of Jewel, I’d like to request something with Seokjin and his d*ck resting on the counter lmao

pairing: best friend!seokjin x gn!reader genre: friends/idiots to lovers, humor, fluff word count: 1245 & 2 texts rating: mature (because they're talking about the dick perch, there's no smut) warnings: they talk about the dick perch, they're both kind of menaces, jimin makes a brief background appearance a/n: this is the first request i got for @ugh-yoongi's birthday drabble event and i completely lost it. i also hope it's not just me that thinks this is funny. but it's okay if it is 😂 also i promise there is literally no angst, the title is just something they tease each other about fun piece of jewel lore: we (i) tried to get this picture screen printed on a cake for a surprise bachelorette party for jewel. not only did the bakery not understand the assignment, but the cake wasn't even good. so, a definite fail, but the thought was there.

There’s a lot that you’ve just gotten used to during your friendship with Seokjin. That he’s always going to ask you to taste some new recipe he’s trying when you come over for dinner. That he’s always going to have the absolute best wine and turn his nose up when you show up with something cheap. That he uses the perfect meal to say the things he can’t. That he’s actually the best cook you’ve met without ever taking any classes. That you can’t interrupt him when he’s in the middle of playing a video game without getting a lecture or it actually being an emergency. That he doesn’t feel at home in large groups and, despite all his charm, he would rather be off to the side. Or, better yet, home in his pajamas. That, in some ways, he never fully grew up. That he’s always going to be there for you in his own way, even if he doesn’t have the words. That his laugh is always going to be one of your favorite sounds, even if it’s also completely obnoxious. 

But, worst of all, you have to accept the fact that he is always going to be painfully hot no matter what. It didn’t really bother you the first time you met him. He was charming and dorky and had the worst sense of humor (that had you barely able to breathe from laughing). No, it wasn’t until a group of you had gone out drinking and you crashed at Seokjin’s apartment that you truly realized the unfairness of it all. You woke up feeling like death warmed over, make-up smudged with bags under your eyes and hair going in unnatural directions. Seokjin, by contrast, came walking into the kitchen bare-faced and still looking like he was photoshoot ready. Talk about irritating. 

That’s not actually the worst of it, you realize, when you get a text from your best friend. He’s dying his hair, a feat you told him would be better left until you could get there to help him. But he’s also stubborn, sometimes, so he carries on anyway. The proof is in a picture that he sends to you showing him in the bathroom with gloves on and purple on his previously bleached blond hair. You’re considering if his hands have always been that big or if the gloves make them look bigger when you notice something else. Something else that looks...big. Something else you definitely should not be looking at. 

He’s fucking with you. He absolutely has to be fucking with you. Because there is no way that he has his dick fully resting on the counter without noticing it. And there’s no way that it’s just a fold in his pants. There’s also no way you’re going to admit to your best friend that one of the first things you noticed was the outline of his dick resting on the counter. You’re pretty sure you don’t even want to think that word again. So, fine. If he wants to post that photo exactly as it is, who are you to stop him? 

Ten minutes later you get the notification that he’s posted the picture to Instagram, which is much less time than it usually takes him to pick the right filter and the right caption. You only know because he turned your notifications on for him one day and acted affronted that you might turn them off. Even still, as your little way to regain some semblance of control in the friendship, you wait until you like it. It’s the small things. 

However, when you do go to like it, you see a much higher number of likes than normal, along with several people commenting heart eyes or fire emojis under it. One comment sticks out, though, from yours and Seokjin’s friend, Jimin. All it says is: hyung, i’m not sure you thought this out before posting. You snort to yourself immediately because leave it to Jimin to just come out and say it. You can imagine the text conversation as you sit there. Can almost hear Jimin’s real laugh and Seokjin’s reaction. When your own phone rings, it startles you out of the thought.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Seokjin nearly screeches before you finish saying hello.

“Hi to you too,” you respond.

“No, sorry, was that what you meant when you said I should crop it?” Seokjin carries on.

“I’m missing several pieces to whatever you’re trying to ask,” you answer even though you do know what he means. You’ve known Seokjin long enough to know that he texted Jimin and to guess at how that chat went.

“Please don’t act dumb, you already liked my photo,” he starts.

“Because you forbid me from turning off your notifications and missing out on, to quote you, your incredible hotness that’s a gift to us all,” you interject.

“And I know you must have seen the comments, so you saw Jimin,” Seokjin carries on like you hadn’t interrupted.

“Jimin says a lot of things,” you counter.

“Well I called him and he informed me that you can clearly see my dick outlined through my pants on the counter. And then when I said you suggested cropping the picture, he laughed for a full minute before telling me to call you and hanging up,” Seokjin explains. 

You curse internally. Just like there’s a lot to get used to with your friendship with Seokjin, there’s even more to accept with your friendship with Jimin. He’s actually really grounded and reliable. The kind of person you can tell anything to. The only problem? He never forgets and makes damn sure you never do either. Case in point: your crush on your best friend.

“Well?” Seokjin prompts when you’re quiet for too long.

“Well what?” you ask.

“Were you looking at my dick in the picture? Is that why you suggested I crop it?” Seokjin continues on, unashamed.

“Ew, don’t say it like that,” you deflect.

“Say what like what?” he asks.

“You know, your…just don’t say it like that,” you stumble.

“You can’t even say it,” Seokjin barks out, obnoxious laugh making you pull the phone away from your ear.

“That wasn’t what I was looking at anyway,” you lie. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Seokjin says, but it’s soft in a way you’re not used to. “But hey, I actually wanted to try this new recipe if you wanted to come over for dinner.”

“Seokjin, are you asking me out?” There’s something about the softness in his voice that makes you bold. Makes you think maybe you’re not in this alone. 

“What? No, of course not!” he nearly shouts, voice pitching up at the end.

“You can’t even say it,” you tease back.

Seokjin grumbles on the other end of the call. “Fine, you don’t have to.”

“I’d love to come have dinner with you, but only if you admit it’s a date,” you offer.

“It’s not a…actually, yes I’ll call it a date if…” Seokjin starts.

“Yes, Jin, I was looking at your dick,” you say quickly. “Okay, see you tonight for dinner!”

You hang up the phone before he can say anything else and have a moment of satisfaction imagining his face. It’s so easy to see the way he’d look at his phone, the way the blush on his ears would give him away. You think, for the first time in awhile, this might all be okay. 

[kittymama01]

So... Blood magic. Is not going to be in Veilguard.

Kind of disappointed, honestly. I mean they have some dark specializations in Veilguard. But, according to the team, Blood Magic is too "nasty" for our hero.

... What?

Look, I get that blood magic is deemed evil. But, in Inquisition, Solas makes a very good point about it. It's just another form of magic. It's no different to other magic. Magic is dangerous. One of the specializations in Inquisition is Rift Mage, which involves the Fade. The Fade is dangerous. There's also Necromancer. Necromancer really... Didn't do anything, but the concept of it is that it's messing with spirits and uh, yeah, dangerous.

It's all, I guess, "nasty".

Heck, there are specializations for other classes that are dark, like Assassin, or Reaver. Being a Reaver is honestly a different type of blood magic- involving dragon's blood. Use your abilities too much, you might lose yourself to the beast's blood. There's even the new specialization in Veilguard: Reaper. Which I'm looking forward to see. "A dark fighter who drains the life of the enemy and risks death to gain unnatural abilities". Gee... Kind of sounds like blood magic. 😂

If you're a mage in Inquisition, you can say to Solas "I wish I can learn more about it, it sounds useful."

Solas responds with "I wish I could teach you, but I also don't know it because it makes my connection to the Fade weak." Which is interesting, honestly, what does he mean by that? What does this mean for Tevinter mages who turn to blood magic, does this mean their connection to the Fade is poor?

Anyway, oh well, no blood magic. It's just that their reason for not bringing it in this game is stupid. "It's nasty", "It's mean", etc. We kill people in these games. We're given specializations for fighting and killing people. Also the entire point of these games is "what kind of person or hero are you?". Are you a tyrant, are you neutral, are you genuinely a good person, do you just do this for money, etc. So... Yeah. Dumb reason. But, thanks for Reaper, I wanna see how this specialization works.

[fantomette22]

YOOOOO FVFGFGFGF SCREAMING RN

FANTOMETTE YOU WERE RIGHT with your idea that maybe the reason Dragon Communion existed even through Godwyn making peace with Ancient Dragons is that stone Ancient Dragons hated the Greyoll-type of feathered and assimilative Dragons!!! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A PSYCHIC VFBYGCFGGG

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT DRAGON FASCISM REAL 💀💀💀

I KNOW RIGHT ?!?!?! fbbfbvBPBvM

Yeah so I did found this item too a bit earlier today too XD I indeed ascend jagged peak but didn't did the bosses yet because to hard for now 💀

And so yeah I read it and I was like : omg I was right???

I'm really happy they explain a bit more how dragon communion work! Because yeah my theory was that ancient dragon worked together with humans and it was a cult kinda toward them and supervise by them directly. But I always found it quite odd because why would ancient dragons lead a cult who encourage humans to kill & eat the hearts of their kind?!

But now we know! Because ancient dragons (placi, fortissax, lansseax, gransax...) had a big fight with greyoll type of dragon XD idk if you got to this part of the lore but yeah complicated to know who really start this all thing even if it seems there's a culprit...

Anyway I guess you went to the great altar of dragon communion to get the item too and saw what's there but I have some thoughts to share below. Plus about which dragons can be found on jagged peak!: (lil spoilers warning)

Ok so

Damn that thing is so huge. Seems Bigger than greyoll for sure and I really wonder if it's not bigger than Gransax. Hope there's its name somewhere.

Also at first, I thought that it died on accident and "fall" on a very pointy rock (the base is stuck in the ground like a rock). But after looking more closely I notice it's form was quite unnatural and even had a very long clean cylinder like a spear ^ (also a pick like that alone made 0 sense naturally bfhjcb). So I think it was build for sure. But it's terrifying. How did this enormous dragon died excalty??

Also on the way of jagged peak. ---

There's a first dragon boss (greyoll type) (who kicked my ass) who master both fire AND thunder! I found this detail quite smart, those are closer to ancient dragon for sure. Make sense with the timeline etc

Then a bit later there's 2 dragons beating the shit out of each other 😂 Like wtf (got my ass beat too I will do him later).

So does it mean dragons beat the shit out of each others and that's why there's all dead around?? help

Also I got very surprised by the following boss O_O

I expected like another vouivre / greyoll type at first

NO NO it's a fucking new ancient dragon!!!

I just stand there for a few second because my brain was shocked!!!! I will beat them later hbbvcb I hope we'll get cool lore after beating this one.

And like tou can guess I didn't tried Bayle yet. So not sure what he look like but seems very very coo! And lore on him is very intriguing.

[elliespuns]

oh my god could we get pics of joel looking at ellie when he’s carrying her out of the elevator? The camera in the game faces his back but you can see him look at her and kinda bounce her a lil like a baby 🥺

This request made me smile so wide that it almost ripped my mouth open.

I've been playing with this scene yesterday on your recommendation, and Joel does, in fact, look at her at some point, and it's just sooooo.... I was squirming in my seat!

I couldn't take pictures from many angles because there were bugs (stupid bugs that keep ruining the best moments!!) but I managed to get a few from specific angles where the bugs were not that visible, and I think you're going to love these. I'll make sure to try to post these as soon as possible.

Btw, do you want to know what the bug in this one was? Ellie's neck was crooked in such an unnatural way that she looked as if she had no spine... 😂 couldn't she like be missing a fingertip only or something? I hate my life sometimes.

Here's a sample.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Dislocated Shoulder Whump

Warnings: dislocated shoulder, intense pain, careless/annoyed carewhumper

Heehee here's a short scene where Shadow gets to be a grumpy, reluctant carewhumper when Thomas accidentally dislocates his shoulder during a fight. How inconvenient for Shadow to be forced to help! 😂

Poor Thomas, he never catches a break.

It was too late for Thomas to dodge the soldier rushing toward him. The soldier was making a mad dash for the exit he was standing in front of, and that was the problem: he was standing in front of it.

Thomas tried to scramble out of the way, but was a hair too slow. The soldier was too desperate to escape, and couldn't care less about the human of an object in his path. He charged right through him, accidently clipping him in the shoulder on the way out, hard enough that it sent Thomas slamming into the wall behind him.

As soon as he hit the wall, there was a sickening pop, followed by a zing of sharp pain that ran through his whole right arm, and then he suddenly couldn't move it anymore.

Thomas crumpled to the floor with a gasp as pain radiated throughout his entire arm and shoulder, quickly spreading across his chest. It was an intense, overwhelming agony that overtook him, and he gritted his teeth against it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could Shadow moving nimbly around as she took down the last few soldiers in the room, before she leaned down to pick up her dagger and sheath it again. He could only hope she'd be able to help him out of whatever he'd just gotten himself into. But it hurt... so... much...

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*Switching to Shadow POV*

Shadow heard the cry of pain, but was too busy fighting to spare the source a glance. Only when she had knocked the last man out did she look over to see Thomas twitching on the floor in pain, one shoulder sticking out at an unnatural angle.

"I… I can't move my arm!" He exclaimed, panicking. "Am I dying? I'm dying, aren't I?!"

Shadow walked over and loomed over him with arms crossed over her chest and rolled her eyes at what she thought to be his over-dramatization, before remembering that Thomas had never experienced a serious injury of any kind before, and it made her understand why he would be so terrified. From his perspective, it must literally feel like he was dying. She could hear his heart racing faster than a rabbit's with adrenaline.

She kneeled next to him with an unhurried sigh and tentatively touched his shoulder, feeling around the muscles to get an idea of how bad the dislocation was. Thomas yelped in pain, and instinctively tried to jerk away, but Shadow put her knee over his stomach and leaned her weight onto him to keep him pinned down.

"Mmhmm, that's definitely a bad one," she said in absent observation after a few moments. Shadow knew how to relocate the joint, but first needed Thomas to stop panicking. She needed his muscles to relax a little to make it easier for the joint to pop back into place... and his hyperventilating was only exacerbating the whole situation.

"Good grief, you're not dying! Pull yourself together," she snapped, exasperated. She could tell that Thomas was on the brink of passing out because of the fast, shallow breaths he was taking, which was causing the carbon dioxide in his blood to drop too low. She let out a weary sigh and put a firm hand on his chest.

"Look at me, listen to my voice. You need to calm down. Slow your breathing, okay? Take a deep breath, and let it out slowly," she instructed sternly, trying to sound reassuring, which certainly wasn't her strong suit.

"Focus on filling your lungs up as full as you can, and then let it all out, and relax. Release the tension. I'm right here to help you, kid. You don't have to keep panicking."

There was something oddly comforting about her words, even though "comforting" was probably the last thing Thomas would use to describe Shadow. Regardless, he tried to focus on her gruff voice, gradually slowing his breathing down increment by increment, feeling his racing heartbeat finally start to calm.

"Good. Now I'm going to put your shoulder back in place, all right? It’s guaranteed to hurt like crazy, but bear with me. Are you ready?" Shadow said, looming over him. She took his wrist in one hand and placed the other near his shoulder.

Thomas nodded weakly, bracing himself.

Shadow gave him a countdown. "Three, two, zero--" In a single sharp, swift motion, she suddenly jerked his arm straight forward, and a loud pop followed as the shoulder joint slid back into place.

It was cruel of her to surprise him with a fake countdown, Thomas distantly thought. He let out a strangled shriek, and had to bite his tongue hard to avoid screaming in agony.

Then, he felt gentle waves of magic flow through his arm, repairing damaged ligament and muscle tissue. It took the edge off his pain, lessening it to a dull throb. One of the many perks of having someone like Shadow as an ally. He finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, relief flooding him.

"See? That wasn't so bad, now, was it?" Shadow smirked knowingly. She put an arm under his back and helped him slowly sit up, before effortlessly pulling him to his feet with surprising strength.

"Let's get out of here before anyone sees us, shall we?"

"Shadow... Thank you. Seriously," Thomas croaked gratefully, gently trying out his newly healed shoulder with a wince. He looked at the floor sheepishly.

Shadow shifted her weight uncomfortably at his sincere gratitude.

"Let's... just try not to ever do that again, all right?" She said tensely.

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[seramilla]

So this is based on an idea I had for a little joke in a hell raised Emily au that I will probably never have time to write. But Lillith calls Sera mom because when Lillith was first created and wandering alone the first angel she ran into was Sera and assumed she was her creator mom or something. (Sera wasn’t even involved in making Lillith she was working on the flowers and no told her they were going to turn the humans on today) Lillith figures out Sera isn't her mother and things move on but she ever since jokely called Sera mom since and joked about her being a bad mother for not taking care of her Sera never liked these jokes. Anyway the point is in the fic when Sera who needs to baby Emily somewhere safe goes to hell to eg Lucifer and Lillith to take Emily in Lillith does her normal joke of calling Sera mom and Sera doesn't react which to the joke which is how the two know whatever happened is big. Also like a 3 year old (at least by her appearance) Charlie gets excited cause she thinks she has a grandmother and gets disappointed.

Turn the humans on today. I love that. 😂😂

Even though neither of them had truly understood the mortal concept of motherhood before -- Lilith had been created from the dust of the Earth, while Sera had been formed out of the ether of Heaven itself -- it was Lilith who had ultimately beaten Sera to the punch. The former First Woman sits in front of her now, with her fallen husband, Lucifer Morningstar, and their firecracker of a toddler, Charlie, who is currently sitting in her mother's lap, playing with a duck toy her father had painstakingly made for her that morning.

Sera sits across from them, almost mirroring their position -- her sister, Emily, the light of her life, and the only true creature to ever bring out Sera's own maternal instinct -- sits on her lap, as well. She is similar in size and age to Charlie, and is reaching out tiny hands and fingers. Either interested in getting to know the princess as a playmate, or wanting to take ownership of the toy she holds in her little hands. Who knows what a child of that age is thinking?

"This situation is ironic, 'Mother'," Lilith tries to tease, but Sera does not return the playful banter. The woman she used to look up to is here on a mission -- a serious one, that risks not only her Heavenly position, but the future of little Emily, as well. She is not here to play old games.

"You're the only person I trust, Lilith," Sera starts, holding Emily closer to her midsection, as she thinks about what she's about to ask her former ward. "Heaven is catching on that I'm about to defect. I can no longer guarantee Emily's safety. If they force me to fall before I've had time to prepare an exit for us, things could become dangerous. They might take her from me. I might never see her again."

"So you want us to take her in, is that it?" Lilith asks, trying to keep her own daughter calm and in control in her own lap, as she tries to get out of her grasp and play with Emily. Eventually, Lilith and Sera just let them both go, and the two girls share the duck toy together easily on the plush carpet at their feet.

Watching the two young ones play together on the carpet, in a way that is completely unnatural for demons and angels in any other context, in any other circumstance, really, Sera begins to sob into her open palms.

"Yes," Sera states, trying hard to catch her breath and calm herself. "Please Lilith...Lucifer! If they take her from me, I'll have nothing left."

"Okay." Lucifer says it first. And with a quick glance from his wife, realizing how serious this is, she takes his hands in hers, and nods in agreement.

"She can stay here, great Mother," Lilith agrees. "Until you can get out. And figure out what to do."

Looking directly at Sera this time, Lucifer adds, "But please be careful, Sera. For her, and for us."

"I will, Lucifer," Sera says, nodding calmly. "Lilith. I promise."

[redbirdandbluebird23]

WIP Game

Rules: you will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word.

Thanks for the tag @mid-nightowl and for the word DAWN!! I have technically already done this but these letters are different from last time and I've written more since then, so what the hell 😂 These are from my DC-Aspec-Week and Halloween event fics, and the second part of Resilience ❤️

D - Dick gives him a scathing look from where he’s sat on the floor on the other side of the room, still looking like he’s ready to bolt out of the window if Jason tries getting any closer.

“You can give me that look all you want, but I think it’s a relevant worry. Like are you going to need to sleep in a coffin or shit like that? What exactly do I need to know here?” Jason asks, shifting very slowly further into the room, not missing the way Dick’s eyes are tracking him with an unnatural precision.

A - “Are you leaving me?” Jason asks, trying to put on a brave face, but Dick can hear the way his voice wavers, even without the change in his scent.

“No, god no.” Dick says automatically.

“Then what? You think this changes things for me? You think my attraction to you was purely because you were an alpha?” Jason asks, almost looking offended. “Dickie, I couldn’t give less of a shit about your designation. It’s you I want, it’s you I’ve always wanted, not whatever the fuck is in your pants!”

W - “Well…”

Jason laughed as Dick pulled back to smack his shoulder.

“You’re so mean to me.” Dick said with a pout.

“You make it so easy though.” Jason said, his laugh turning into a full on cackle as Dick sat back on his heels with an affronted look on his face.

N - Not to mention his methods, which Jason basically confirmed the body count, and while Dick isn’t too sad those fuckers won’t be on the street to do this to anyone else, the methods used to get there still don’t sit right with him. He came to terms with Jason’s need to occasionally make sure it was impossible for certain criminals to do what they’d done again a long time ago, but Slade is a whole different ball park to Jason.

No pressure tags: whoever wants to do it!!

Word: GLOOM

[bi-bats]

TRICK OR TREAT !!!!!!!!!!! =D

!! HAPPY HALLOWEEENNNNNNN LEOOOOOOOO

I can't NOT give you a jaytimkon snippet for Halloween. I know what you're looking for in the candy bowl 😂 SOOOOO here's the beginning of the next chapter of Bad Days!! I really want to get it posted soon but I have to write smut for it and that always takes me forever to do 😂😂😂

Anyways, I won't delay any longer, here's your treat!!

~ ✨ ~

Kon hovers an inch above the fire escape, hesitating. He’s already been here for three minutes, trying to work up the nerve to knock. 

But he’s just being a bother, isn’t he? Jason doesn’t want him here. He’s fine with having him around sometimes, sure, but Tim is always there. 

It’s Jason and Tim, and Kon. 

Just because they get along, had like, one actual real conversation and they all took a nap on his couch? That doesn’t mean that he wants to let Kon mope around his apartment.

Even though Kon kinda wants to see him.

He should leave. It’s ridiculously late anyways, so ridiculously late that it’s actually ridiculously early, and Jason’s probably falling asleep, probably has his mouth hanging just a tiny bit open and his head nuzzled into his pillow the way he nuzzled into Kon and his heart does a soft little squeeze in his chest and why is he still here he’s just been floating out here like an idiot he needs to leave—

The blinds on the other end of the window he’s staring at pull up, and Jason looks at him through the glass, unnaturally bright green eyes dancing with something amused. 

Jason’s thick, calloused fingers pop the lock on the window and slide it open, and Kon’s stomach goes tight.

“You gonna hang out there until the sun comes up?” 

A smirk begins to crawl across Jason’s lips as he leans his palms on the windowsill.

Kon feels his face go warm as his eyes drop down at the fire escape. He floats down far enough to toe at the metal, rubbing at his arm.

“Nah, man, sorry. I was just— looking for Tim, but he’s not here, so. Yeah, it’s cool, I’ll see you—”

“Kon.”

Kon’s eyes flicker up and snag on the frown on Jason’s lips. 

“You’ve been out here for the last five minutes. You okay?”

Kon opens his mouth to say Yeah, dude, I’m fine, don’t sweat it, I’ll see you later, but nothing makes it out. He ends up just sort of floating there, saying nothing, for a solid five seconds before he clamps his mouth shut. 

Then he floats up a few feet, ready to just fly off because seriously, what the fuck is he doing there? 

And then Jason’s hand wraps around his ankle, warm and steady. 

“Come inside,” he says, his tone a low, steady rumble. 

Kon hesitates, letting Jason hold him there, before he gives in to the lull of the request. 

“Okay,” he says, and his voice is quiet and contained in a way he tries not to be in front of anyone.

Jason doesn’t release him, holding his leg like the string of a balloon as he tugs him into the apartment. 

He only lets go to close the window, and Kon lets himself float down until he’s hovering just above the ground, not quite putting his feet down. 

The apartment is clean except for a few guns on the counter and some dishes in the sink. The couch is laid out into the futon, the blanket they all slept under draped across it like Jason was sitting there the whole time Kon was outside, a book open and face down next to the slightly sunken spot. 

It smells like the lemon cleaning spray that Alfred uses at the manor, and soy sauce and onions and pork from whatever Jason has on the stove, and the scent of the cologne Jason uses, warm and sweet and spicy, and at the bottom of all of it, it smells like Jason himself, that warm human smell that Kon doesn’t realize he’s looking for until he finds it.

“What are you doing up?” Jason asks, walking to the sink and turning on the tap.

“What are you doing up?” Kon asks back, still hovering in the space between Jason’s couch and the little wooden dining table he has set up in the corner.

The question didn’t come out as confrontationally as he thinks it does, but he still blushes. 

God, what’s wrong with him?

“Sorry, I’m — that was rude.” Kon shifts his weight from one foot to the other in the air.

Jason gives him a shrug. “S’alright, I get it. Bad day?”

“Yeah,” Kon mumbles.

Somehow, the look that Jason turns and gives him makes him feel even more self-conscious than he already does.

“Dads, huh?” Jason asks, raising an eyebrow.

Kon clenches his jaw a little, so he doesn’t scowl. 

“You hungry?” Jason asks. 

Kon’s jaw loosens. 

First, the answer to that question has never been no, and the smell of sweet and salty Asian barbecue pork isn’t making him less hungry. 

But also, he thought Jason was going to ask what happened, and then he’d have to explain when he doesn’t even really have a right to be upset.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

Jason nods and turns, shutting the tap and silencing the rush of water before he grabs a dishtowel and wipes his hands. 

He glances back at Kon, then drops his eyes to the inch of space between his feet and the ground. Jason grins a little, something amused glittering in the bright green of his eyes.

“The floor isn’t lava, you know.”

Kon hesitates for a moment before lowering down slowly, letting his feet graze the floor. 

“Take a seat, I’ll grab a couple of plates.”

Kon walks to the couch, touching his feet to the hardwood on every step without allowing the ground to bear his weight. He lets himself settle on the couch where Jason was sitting so he can watch him move around the kitchen. A rush of steam plumes out of the steamer basket when he opens the lid, his feet make soft noises as his socks pad against the wood.

He tucks his knees up a little, not quite all the way against his chest, but enough to make room for Jason to sit down across from him. 

Jason places the steamer basket on the couch and hands Kon a plate, then drops three buns on it. 

“If I’d known you were coming I would’ve made some classic comfort food.” 

Kon snorts humorlessly, picking up a bun. It’s a little bouncy under his fingers, and he already knows it’s going to be fluffy and delicious before he even bites into it. 

He doesn’t think he wants to eat anything that reminds him of Ma’s kitchen right now anyways.

“Don’t sweat it, I’m already interrupting your—morning,” Kon decides after a glance at the clock on the stove.

“I wasn’t busy,” Jason says, tearing off a chunk of the bun in his hands to let the inside cool. Steam pours out of it in a puff, carrying the smell of the spices.

“Thanks,” Kon says, biting into his bun without waiting. He was right, it’s fucking delicious. The pork is moist and tender and the dough didn’t get soggy at all, and he makes a pleased noise as he rolls it over his tongue. 

“That’s a nice benefit of your genes, huh?” Jason says, blowing on his food and eyeing Kon’s lips.

Kon shrugs. He doesn’t really want to think about his genetics right now. 

“So, where do I aim?” Jason asks. 

Kon’s eyebrows furrow as he tilts his head at Jason.

“Shoulder? Head? I can steal some kryptonite bullets from B in the morning.”

Kon pauses chewing for a second, looking at the amusement in Jason’s eyes before he swallows his food. 

“Are you giving me the Clark is an Asshole special?”

Jason grins, crooked and wide and a little dangerous, and Kon’s stomach does a flip.

[hyukalyptus]

i’ve returned to cause mayhem, hello! 👋🏻👹 it’s me, the fellow virgin!yeonjun enthusiast 😂 the holidays drained me 😭 anyway! it was a bad idea for me to check your blog while i’m working because of your answer to my ask, oh my god 😳😩 to add to what you said: virgin!yeonjun feeling worried because you aren’t being loud like the the people he’s seen in porn, making it his goal to make you chant his name while he makes you cum so hard 🥴 or you working from home, on a meeting and looking stressed, yeonjun decides to help you from beneath the table by eating you out, loving the way you’re tugging on his hair and squeezing his head with your thighs

also yes, we’re the hottest round these parts - 🌙 (that can be my emoji if it hasn’t been taken yet!)

AAAAHH moonanon !! that one isn't taken, so absolutely! welcome to the club~

EEEE i could definitely see him telling reader its ok for them to be loud eheh. some ppl do't love making noises, but hearing reassurance from him makes them comfy enough to make some noise, but nothing unnatural like in porn tho lol

but yeah OMG making you cum from his tongue once makes him obsessed with making you cum from just his mouth. eating you out every chance he gets, sitting on the couch watching tv, at ur desk working from home, waking up to him between ur legs.

[bamfkeeper]

I've joked w/ my bsf about making my mutant oc a "werecat"/mixture of myself and my catsona 😭 We joked that my mutant power is that I am a Furry 💀 Idk man it might not be a joke anymore

(I just <3 cats and I imagine that my oc would become more cat-like/"monstrous" the more comfortable she was in her own skin and more traditionally human at her lowest mental state)

Alternatively I could do something related to rats since I've never seen something like that before and I am the proud parent of four lil ratties irl :) hehehe

Wereanimals don’t get much credit. When I was younger I was obsessed with werewolf movies and almost all of my little fantasy inserts were a werewolf. It was bad 😂 I even had a mutant oc cursed with lycanthropy for a good year or two before I ditched the idea because I was too tired to have another werewolf oc.

Werecats are pretty cool though!! Imagine a werejaguar or wereleopard? That would be terrifying, natural stalkers so it would be a really cool idea, especially if you make them more monstrous. I always liked the more unnatural looking werebeasts.

I also think a rat would be so cool! I love rats hehe. They’re also underestimated little guys 💙 The horror aspect of them could be crazyyy

[childotkw]

So, what I'm getting from the ruination au is that Aemond will (probably?) be the first one to realize his feelings? Perhaps through some ~~ dreams ~~. I kinda want to know how everyone else will react to it though. Just imagine, the major players from the Blacks and the Greens looking on with growing alarm at the utter mess that is lucemond and slowly, one-by-one, coming to the horrifying realization that oh no they want to fuck. I think Alicent might faint.

😂 Aemond's definitely going to catch on to his, ehem, interest in his nephew before Lucerys figures out his own emotions towards his uncle.

Aemond's older and is vastly more experienced with feeling want - want for a dragon, want to belong, want for an eye - that he'll quickly realise that he wants Lucerys.

As for those outside of them that figure it out - Daemon's actually the first to clue in to it. He's intimately familiar with this kind of dynamic after all, and though he was never quite as rage-filled and angry towards Rhaenyra, there are enough parallels between Aemond and Lucerys that he picks up on it.

On one hand, he's completely against it because Aemond is completely unworthy of Lucerys in his eyes. Aemond is violent and power-hungry and manipulative and oh dear is this what Viserys felt?

Daemon despairs at his own rotten luck, but is also quietly amused because this will cause so much chaos.

Meanwhile, Alicent fears the desire she sees on her son's face whenever Lucerys is mentioned. She hates what it's twisting her boy into, and is alarmed by just how far Aemond is willing to go to encounter Lucerys on the battlefield. The risks he'll take, the lines he'll cross - it's making him unrecognisable to her.

It reminds her of another pair, of Daemon and Rhaenyra, and how the two of them had seemed unnaturally entwined, endless circling each other.

She prays this time it doesn't end in a marriage.