#bring back moar!

[darkshrimpemotions]

You know what? Bring back glomp. Bring back what is air. Bring back keysmashing. Bring back uwu. Bring back using actual letters, numbers, and symbols to create emojis. Bring back tumblr wife. Bring back tumblr prom. Bring back adding SPN gifs to every post. Bring back scream-typing DO YOUR RESEARCH. Bring back typing out your actions between asterisks or ~s. Bring it all back and if you still do it? Do it MOAR.

[songofnoheart]

☕ (bellamy in his strawhat verse maybe?)

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes! ~ accepting

"Huh, how awfully bitter! So much lemon cannot be good neither for your stomach, nor for your heart! Hmmm, but wait, I take it back, actually! If you get a little used to it, a new flavor arrives. It's not quite sweet, it's mild, but it is soothing. Yes-yes, it's just at the right place here. How nicely it heals what the bitterness destroyed... Unusually enough, the smell off a worn off rusty spring actually compliments the drink well!"

[jacensolodjo]

I'm trying to work on my intro for one of the other wings in the museum so I qualify for more than one of them as a docent but my anger keeps getting the best of me lmaoooo

[butchmartyr]

a lot of older norms for internet and site etiquette are shit but you know what was good that we need to bring back? lurking. you need to lurk moar

[justmediocrewriting]

“BEACH DAZE,” {v.s}

A/n: I owe so many thanks to @heartfully10 for this beautiful idea. Madam, please, feed me moar!! I read your idea and my brain fucking zoomed I tell you, it zoomed!!! I need more inspos like that <3

Summary: you were a fool to think the day couldn’t get any more perfect, because of course your handsome chef would make sure it did

Genre: fluff with spice

Pairing: Sanji x fem!reader

Requested: ❌ (suggested, requests are open!)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings/tags: some spicy themes, massages, established relationship, mixer!sanji, the man’s a chef of course the dude can mix drinks too, flirting, just two people being madly in love on the beach, crew bonding, whipped!sanji, whipped!reader, sensual application of sunscreen, teasing, fluff, it’s just really lovey y’all (and a bit more spicy than I originally intended)

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The sun’s harsh glare was tapered by the shadow casted by the umbrella above you, its warm rays only able to caress the skin of your ankles to your toes. Pounding feet over shifting sand, lapping waves, loud splashes, the squeals and laughter of children and adults alike, and the cries of gulls harmonized together to create a symphony that bled nostalgia from your heart — you missed this.

Your eyes had slipped closed some time ago, the warm, lively atmosphere of the beach settling deep into your bones and relaxing you from within, so the arrival of another person in front of you was only detectable by the sudden coolness their shadow offered your toes.

“You seem pretty comfortable there, sweetheart.”

A smile found its way to your face immediately, the smooth timbre of that voice slithering into your ears pleasantly and melting your already sun-baked brain. With a simple flutter of your eyes you were greeted with one of the best sights of your life; clad in only patterned swim shorts and skin glistening with a sheen of perspiration, one hand casting a shadow over his blue eyes and the other holding a sweating glass of something, stood Sanji. Your skin heated ever so slightly and your gut stirred, but you pushed away the sensations and merely patted the space beside you.

“Towel is big enough for two, if you're curious to see how comfortable it is.” You teased silkily, and Sanji’s lips immediately pulled into a smirk. Further prompting was unnecessary, the blond man sinking down almost immediately beside you without a word. You eyed the glass in his hand, curiosity brimming at the oddly brightly colored liquid within.

“What’s that?” You asked, propping yourself up to rest your weight on your elbows and procure a better look at the drink. Sanji glanced down at the drink before shooting you a dazzling smile.

“It’s a drink I made. I call it ‘Little South Blue’.”

“The name fits.” You murmured, eyes taking in the ombré blue of the liquid, neon bright at the top and abyssal black towards the bottom. Flicking your eyes back up to meet Sanji’s, you asked, “what was your inspiration?”

“Have a taste first, love, and see if you can guess.” Sanji tutted, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. You opened willingly, maintaining eye contact with him as the liquid slowly coated your tongue. Despite its blue color, it carried a heady citrus taste, not tangy enough to be off-putting but just enough to leave a bit of an aftertaste. There were sweet undertones in the current, too, something reminiscent of vanilla buttercream. All in all, it was a perfect blend of flavors, with none overshadowing the next, or standing out blatantly in a way that made the drink hard to swallow.

Once you swallowed down the generous amount Sanji had given you he pulled the rim from your mouth, eyebrows raised and lips quirked in a challenge. You licked the remainder of liquid from your lips, the action of which Sanji immediately zeroed in on, the look in his eyes fanning the ever-glowing embers of desire in your gut, and you pretended to consider.

“It’s sweet, with a citrus aftertaste… rather fruity, if you ask me. Which leads me to believe your inspiration was…” you trailed off, furrowing your delicate brows and jutting your lower lip out ever so slightly in that pout you knew drove Sanji crazy and got you anything you wanted out of the chef, and then sighed deeply.

“Nami.” You deadpanned, amusement zipping through your chest at the look of pure disbelief that overcame Sanji’s features — it was like watching sunlight glisten off of a rainbow trout’s scales, the colors shifting with such speed that the human eye couldn’t dare to identify where or when the shift started or ended.

“I’m speechless, love,” Sanji jested, scooting his body closer to yours and placing a large hand atop your plush thigh. “That you would assume I could even think of another woman when I have all of this right in front of me, any time I want it.” Sanji ended this statement with a firm, yet gentle squeeze of your thigh, sending various feelings and thoughts rushing to the forefront of your mind — memories of similar touches in the dark, picking you apart molecule by molecule and then gluing you back together again, simultaneously.

You sucked in a sharp breath and pushed your thighs together, the habitual movement not escaping Sanji’s watchful eye, and he smirked, skimming his fingers along your flesh. Your skin pimpled despite the heat of the day, and those embers once more flared hotter — gods, how you wanted him right now.

It was dizzying how quickly Sanji was able to alter your moods — with one well placed sentence or touch, Sanji could turn you into a dripping puddle of want, no matter what emotion you could have been feeling at the time, nor the strength of it. It was the same story for every emotion, the man able to influence them so easily, as if they were attached to strings and he were the puppet master pulling them.

And, to be frank, you loved it.

You looked down to Sanji’s hand on your thigh, bringing your own hand up to run your fingers over the bumps of his knuckles. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you dropped your voice to a low murmur, the volume prompting Sanji to lean in towards you to hear your words.

“You shouldn’t tease me unless you plan on seeing it through.”

Sanji’s eyes widened fractionally before they clouded with barely-contained interest, orbs darting down to trace the shape of your lips. You mirrored his actions, eyes falling to his lips, electricity skirting along the flesh of your own as you imagined pressing them to Sanji’s. Their dance would be fluid and familiar, as always, consumed by the ever-present hunger you held for one another.

“This is a public beach. Get a room.”

The sudden onslaught of words sliced through the tension swirling around you, and you whipped your body around to face the source; you inadvertently knocked your elbow into Sanji’s arm, dislodging his hand from your thigh and upsetting his balance slightly. You snapped your eyes up to meet the face of Zoro, who wore an expression of mixed discomfort and amusement.

You couldn’t help but flush slightly. You’d been so wrapped up in Sanji that you’d completely lost awareness to your surroundings. That wasn’t much of a surprise, if you were being honest. It had happened many a time on the Going Merry, and you just knew it would continue to happen going forward. That was the effect Sanji had on you. You glanced around to see if your little personal moment with Sanji had drawn the attention of anyone else, but thankfully, everyone on the beach were too busy in their own worlds to really pay you any mind.

“Go mind your own business, mosshead. Take a swim, or something. You need a bath anyway.” Sanji retorted back, but the relaxation of the day must have affected Sanji in some way too, for his words lacked their usual heat. Zoro rolled his eyes but stalked away regardless; Sanji focused his attention on you once more, but Zoro’s appearance had bursted that bubble of intimacy around the two of you, and you couldn’t find a way to work up the same level of desire you had felt just seconds prior. You gave Sanji a morose smile, and the message was conveyed clearly to the man, who simply shook his head with a smile on his face.

No worries.

Despite no longer feeling the urge to clamber into Sanji’s lap and ride him til the sun set, you still felt the need to be physically close to him, so you once again closed the distance between the two of you. Your thighs and sides were bow flush against one another, and you looked out across the span of the beach and rested your head on his shoulder. Sanji responded by wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his chin atop your head. A perfect embrace, one that had your chest feeling light and fluttery.

“This reminds me of home, you know.” You said suddenly, blurting out the same thought you’d had since the Going Merry had docked on the island. Sanji hummed and fiddled with the knot on the side of your swimsuit bottoms.

“You mean back in the South Blue?”

You nodded mutely, lips pulling into a smile as waves of nostalgia crashed over you. “Mhmm. Many islands in the South Blue are a lot like this one; hot, sunny and sandy. Coconut trees as far as the eye can see and enough tiki bars that even Zoro couldn’t drink an island dry.”

Sanji chuckled at your analogy and released his hold on the knot, now tracing shapes into the skin of your hip with his fingertips. Pleasant pimples dotted across your skin from the sensation.

“Was your island like this one?” Sanji asked, using his free hand to bring his drink, Little South Blue, to his lips. You could feel the undulation of his jawline and throat as he swallowed.

You shifted your body closer to his, crossing your right ankle over his left and digging your foot between his. The heat was near scorching, and the proximity of your bodies wasn’t helping, but it felt too nice to not link your skin in some way.

“Somewhat. There’s a lot of activities that I’ve noticed are exclusive to the South Blue — surfing, beach volleyball, free diving. But there’s a couple here that I recognize from my island. The tiki bars, for example, and the sunbathing.”

You pointed to a group of women to the left, splayed out on large beach towels and soaking up the sun’s rays like hungry plants. Sanji made a strange sound, a mixture between a grunt and a chuckle, and before you could question its origins he said,

“Won’t they just burn? It doesn’t even look like they’re wearing sun screen.”

You narrowed your eyes and looked closer at the women; it was hard to discern from the distance, but you could just barely notice the lack of the tell-tale shine of sunscreen. You hummed deep in your throat.

“They probably forgot to reapply it. It does dry up, eventually.”

“Did you put some on?” Sanji asked, palm flattening around your hip and rubbing, as if he were trying to feel the slick oil on your skin. You burrowed your side deeper into his and reached across his lap to pluck the drink from his hand. Sanji unhooked his chin from your head so that you could pull a drink from the rim. That sweet vanilla-citrus bloomed over your tongue again, and you found yourself quite liking the taste.

“I rubbed some in earlier. It’s not too big of a deal for me, since I’m in the shade. This is actually pretty good, by the way.” You took another slow, purposeful drink, letting the liquid linger in your tongue for a few moments before swallowing.

Sanji clicked his tongue, and his other hand, now freed of its previous burden, slid over to connect to your thigh once more. He stroked the plush flesh with his thumb as he rumbled, “of course it’s good. Its creation was inspired by the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

You looked up at Sanji with wide, doe-y eyes, voice sickly sweet as you teased, “awww, that’s going to flatter Nami to the moon!”

Sanji rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, though you could see no real agitation in his expression when he reached forward and slipped the drink from your hand. With a light smack to your thigh Sanji ordered, “alright, that’s enough. Lay on your stomach.”

“What?” You said smartly, amusement flattening quickly to confusion.

“On your stomach. You said it’s been a while since you’ve put on any sunscreen, and there is no way I’m going to let the sun do any damage to your beautiful skin.”

You raised a brow and pointed up at the umbrella. “I’m under the shade.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Now lay down and tell me where the sunscreen is.” Sanji huffed, and you rolled your eyes but complied, rearranging yourself to spread out on your stomach. Sanji’s skilled hands rubbing sunscreen into your skin actually didn’t sound half bad.

“It’s in my bag.” You said softly, crossing your arms in front of you and resting your chin atop them.

Sanji shuffled through your bag for a few seconds before grasping and pulling out the circular container of your sunscreen. Sanji unscrewed the lid and placed the container gently near the side of your head, its strong vanilla fragrance quickly rushing into your nostrils.

Vanilla…

Sanji shuffled beside you then stood, placing either foot on each side of your legs before squatting down to cage your calves beneath his thighs; Sanji made sure to put most of the pressure and body weight onto the backs of his own feet so that he didn’t squash your legs, a rather gentle and endearing consideration of his. Silver glinted in your periphery as Sanji dipped his fingers into the container and scooped out a generous amount — a lot more than you’d personally use, but you didn’t utter an objection to it — and anticipation spiked in your gut when you heard the unmistakable sound of Sanji slathering his hands in the substance.

The first stroke across your shoulder blades had you sighing into the warm air, but when Sanji used his palms to smear in the sunscreen you were helpless to the sounds your lips released. Sanji put a gentle pressure into his hands, sliding his palms up and down your back — all the way from the tips of your shoulder blades to the dip of your lower back and back again — repetitive and slow, and your muscles were quickly turning to putty beneath his attention.

Sanji took immediate notice of this, and his intentions of applying sunscreen morphed into a delicate massage, splaying his thumbs so that they gently dug into the muscles close to your spine with every drag along the length of your back.

“You’re tense, love. How long has that been going on?” Sanji asked in a murmur, leaning his body over yours so that he could speak inches from your ear. The combination of sensations had your gut stirring, his deft hands turning your body to putty and his rumbling timbre doing the same to your brain.

“A little bit.” You answered breathily, eyes slipping closed as you allowed yourself to feel — to feel Sanji’s subtle weight against your legs, his hands on your skin, the breeze in the air, and the soft sand beneath the towel — it was a combination that made your chest feel floaty and full, the beach drawing out homesick nostalgia and Sanji’s presence supplying a different sense of home. A sense of home that you only felt with Sanji.

“You should have told me sooner, darling. I’d have been more than happy to massage you.” Sanji gently chastised, and in your dopey state, all you could do was hum in response. Sanji’s hands slipped up to your shoulder blades, his thumbs digging into the meatier sections with a gently firmness, and electricity exploded within your body — you could feel the tension melting out of your muscles, and it felt so good. Sanji repeated this action along the entirety of your back, rubbing and soothing out every kink in the muscles with hands that bordered on sinful.

“I’m sure you probably knew from the start, but Little South Blue’s creation was inspired by you.” Sanji wisped, hands never slowing or stopping their movements. “I’d read in a book long ago that citrus fruits were very common in the South Blue, and that they were the staple ingredient of all kinds of foods and drinks.”

You peeked open an eye just in time to see Sanji dipping his fingers back into the container of sunscreen before returning to your back — now his hands moved up further, grinding pleasantly into the muscle of your nape.

“Vanilla is your favorite scent, and you especially like the taste when it’s used in buttercream.”

Your heart constricted in your chest, adoration flaring strong and consuming. You remembered the vanilla-y undercurrent in the mouthfuls you’d swallowed previously, along with the tangy citrus.

“I decided to combine them in a base of your favorite alcohol; sweet rum. Then I named it after your home sea, so that you could have a little piece of it when we leave here.”

Your heart felt as if it would implode out of your chest; time and time again, Sanji was able to exceed any and all expectations with his generosity and romantic soul, but this felt like it was on another level — one that you were finding difficult to process at the moment. Sanji’s hands felt heavenly on your body, but if you didn’t get your lips on his this instant you were going to combust.

With Sanji essentially weightless on top of you, it was easy to roll onto your back quickly. The movement startled Sanji and he retracted his hands, still lathered in the sun screen, and you slipped your legs from underneath him and sat up on your knees. Grasping both sides of his handsome face you leaned in quickly, connecting your lips to his. As always, the contact sent ripples of electricity through your entire body, and when Sanji’s lips quickly responded by initiating a dance with yours, the chilled embers in your gut roared into an inferno.

You slid your tongue along his bottom lip, phantom traces of vanilla-citrus rewarding your movement, and you groaned against Sanji’s lips, which parted for you quickly. The beach and everything else faded into the background as you slipped your tongue against his, coaxing it into the same familiar dance you’d rehearsed time and time again. The flavor was even heavier on his tongue, and when understanding the very reason behind every ingredient, it tasted like pure heaven, enhancing the natural taste of Sanji that you’d come to love and crave.

You only pulled away when you found yourself getting a bit dizzy from lack of proper oxygen, and by that time you had subconsciously scrambled into Sanji’s lap and had your hands wrapped around the nape of his neck, fingers tangled in the blond strands at the base of his skull. Sanji’s pupils were blown and his eyes were hazy, a subtle hardness pushing into the flesh of your thigh, and you licked your lips.

“You taste a lot more like home than some drink, Sanji.”

Sanji smiled at you in a breathless daze, but the perfect, sensual moment was ruined by one phrase uttered with distaste from behind you,

“Seriously, get a room.”

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2 posts in under 24 hours??? I’m on a roll lmao. I just wanted to send a quick thank you to everyone who has sent in requests/suggestions. You guys really helped bring me inspiration and I appreciate it so much!! If you guys enjoyed this please consider liking/reblogging/commenting. Love you all and thanks for reading!

[flygutzz]

MOAR SONIC FANKIDS

Me n @nortsauce 's characters!

nort: Davy & Chime Mine (Fly): Wivie & Blink

more about them under the cut!

Name: Wisteria-Vineyard "Wivie/Wivy/YV/Wist/Vinny" Rose Age: 15-16 Pronouns: he/him Basic Description Wivie is an empathetic and upbeat hedgehog created by the master emeralds as a counter weight to a great evil that was spawned in the world. he was found by knuckles and adopted by Amy. Hes obsessed with legends and becoming a hero. unfortunately he kinda sucks at everything and has a lot of work ahead of him. He has a high emotional intelligence and wishes to help people any way he can. After discovering his special abilities he trains under sonic to become control his powers and protect his world and the ones he loves

Extra

at first he looked nothing like a mobian when he was first found but as he grew he seemed to to take a more hedgehog like appearance

Mama’s boy!! Always suspicious abt any of Amy’s girlfriends

Loves skirts and dresses.

can read tarot cards thanks to his mom aswell as palm readings

can skate/hoverboard

Name: Davy “Jokes” Leavian Age: 15-16 Pronouns: she/her Basic Description An aggressive and headstrong girl. She's tough and a skilled fighter and is always ready to show off her talents. She doesn’t talk about her past due to her not trusting who’s in the Codfather’s mafia gang that she is in deep trouble with. She’s obviously connected with the forbidden parts of the deep sea in mobius but never questioned why. She lives on her own, and has trouble keeping friends, but wants to prove herself. Can be blunt but means well.

Extra

Leviathan child

Glows when powered up

can shoot her back “petals” to poison or grab things

Name: Chime (Chee-Mei OR just Chime either works) Age: 15 Pronouns: she/her Basic Description Chime is an excitable girl of few words who is an apprentice of Espio. She’s not always silent but prefers to be as quiet as possible, hard to do when she’s got 100 pound weights on her hair and a bell she never takes off. She’s loyal and loves making friends, but she also is very skilled and deft with any sharp object. She’s precise and cunning, but her lack of any sort of magical or enhanced physical abilities make her a little insecure. She’s said to be a part of a group protecting… something.

Extra

Very Fast and Agile

Skilled in “cutting” weapons (knives, swords, any bladed thing)

Very quiet

likes tea parties

due to her being very quiet and skilled many people feel threatened by her but she's a sweetie

She’s also forced to wear the bell bcs she kept sneaking up and scaring people

Name: Blink the Hedgehog Age: young??? Pronouns: Gender fluid, changes any chance they get Basic Description: Blink an eccentric kid who wants to become as strong as they possible can be. They love to run around and mess with people with pranks, especially at Team Dark. Blink has some violent tendencies because of how they were raised by mercenaries and a war machine, so Shadow tries to keep them away from a lot of people. They have a close but complicated relationship with shadow and a distant relationship with sonic, with either of them barely even knowing that each other existed for the first few years of Blinks life.

Extra

slower than sonic but higher endurance

calls his parents "pops" or by their names interchangeably (great relationship guys 👍)

has a clock on their right glove and a compass on their left glove: this helps blink control and reorient themself after "blinking*" through time and space

Abilities

Blink*: can bring them in and out of existence as a form of "teleportation"

Speed break: bursts of speed that allow them reach point A to point B in less than a second (tracer from OW)

No-Clip (lol) : can phase through objects (generally used during speed breaks)

Time Control (Only With a Chaos Emerald)

[demigoddessqueens]

First of all I just wanted to thank you for letting me know your requests were open. It makes me so happy to see people still giving Ezio the love he deserves! I don’t usually go for a lot of the more cliche lover tropes but I can’t stop thinking of Childhood best friend Ezio x reader.

What comes to mind is reader and Ezio having a strained relationship prior to his family’s execution due to readers newfound romantic feelings for Ezio and his infatuation with Christina. But once Ezio’s world is flipped on its axis after the murder of his father and brothers that he would seek reader’s help and comfort as he escapes Florence and trains to become an assassin.

I think at first he would be too shaken up and focused on revenge but after a while he would come to realize that he likes the reader. Maybe he would confess then, or perhaps after he kills Uberto.

It’s up to you to decide how you want to write all of this and what format (if you choose this request at all). You definitely don’t have to use my ideas if you don’t want to either, honestly I’d just love to see any type of Ezio x childhood best friend reader content. Thank you so so much for opening requests and for reading this 💗

Speaking my language with the Ezio angst!!! I need moar 💕💔

MASTERLIST 10

You cared for Ezio so much and it hurts. Growing up close with the Auditores was filled with the happiest memories of you, Frederico, Ezio and Claudia together, welcoming Petruccio, but your feelings always ran different with Ezio.

It left you dismayed at the unrequited feelings, and you felt your heart shatter when you heard of his late escapades of getting chased out with Christina.

Yet nothing could prepare you for the tragedy that struck when you heard of what happened to Giovanni and his two sons, your closest friends. There wasn’t time to grieve as you would have liked now that targets were on you and your family’s back, and you had to leave much of what you knew behind.

Only you didn’t expect to see Ezio at the same place of refuge at the end of things. He mentions that he was able to send a final goodbye to his father (with the help of Christina) but you ignore the pangs at your heart. You mourn along with him at the loss of the life you once knew together.

Being friends of friends (or family) of Assassins come with the perks of protection, but nothing you know of is ever the same again. Getting adjusted to your new life leads to unexpectedly wielding a blade, despite the constant wounds

Still, Ezio is there to see you grow and change as you both reach your respective milestones well into adulthood.

When Leonardo comes to see you both, it’s a much needed reprieve you didn’t realize you needed. A sense of normalcy despite all the heartbreak, and you realize how much you miss Ezio’s smile whenever you laugh at each other’s jokes.

Things feel…different. Upheavals so young and facing through them together does bring you closer. You and Ezio talk of the nightmares, seeking revenge, but try not to forget the good times as well.

In his quest against those who wronged him and his family, Ezio still thinks of you. You bring a tether and one close to him who knows what he’s feeling, going through.

There was one time you swore you felt him kiss you when you fell asleep at one of the desks, but you never brought it up since

Still, you heard of the visits he had with Christina and you didn’t think it would still affect you but jealousy works in mysterious ways. The day he lost her was the day you saw something shift in him, beyond the grief and pain from before.

He’s more urgent, stringent on whenever you go on missions or gather intel, and always wants to be by your side. Even Claudia begins to notice the change in her brother

It starts to annoy you at first, Ezio always hovering around you and whenever another person (let alone man) talks to you

“Ezio, this has gone on far too long now! Why are you always hovering near me?!”

“BECAUSE I WONT LOSE ANOTHER! Not those I CARE about!”

Speechless.

You don’t have anything to retort, especially since he still has more to say

“I’ve lost more than enough in one lifetime, and I can’t lose you too. I care for you…maybe even more than that.”

You can only hug him for now, but come the next day there’s still more to say

[r0-boat]

Moar Omega!Kaveh x Omega!reader x Alpha! Alhaitham headcannons

I'm not going to lie,haven't been the same since I wrote that.

Cw: NSFW sprinkled throughout.

Kaveh is an architect. He probably built literally built some kind of structure out of wood that he hangs blankets on or some kind of foundation to put pillows on or in because he wants to make his nest look nice. Meanwhile, you're probably nesting somewhere in a closed-off space in a closet somewhere. He's not having that. He made this perfect little nest, and you're going to use it with him

Kaveh's Heats are so bad...so bad... he's moody, clingy, protective, and perhaps a little possessive as well, also extremely soft like since Kaveh's heat, you have heard little to no arguing between your other mates; in fact,, you've come home to see your mates cuddling up to each other well... it looked more like Kaveh holding your Alpha hostage in his arms and legs wrapped around him while said Alpha was just reading a book. When the Omega saw you, he yelled out your name in a sing-song voice and practically jumped you. Bc Kaveh will never be satisfied until he has both mates in his arms.

If you have any article of clothing, you always wear, you'll possibly will never see it again. Sometimes he'll go for the person instead of the clothing. Kaveh will be nuzzling into the back of your neck, bringing you to his newly made nest, which a meticulously constructed with the softest blankets, pillows, and items he could find, and you look over to see Haitham who notices your presence and give you a soft smile, "Welcome to the party."

Alhaitham only just recently got off suppressants and has a bad habit of holding back his rut till his body literally can't take it. To hold back the urge to snarl or glare if another alpha so much as grazed against you or Kaveh. And it only gets worse with the two at each other's throats. You could practically feel the tension between the two when you walk in a room, and when they're too angry to make out make up with each other, they're taking all that tension out on you.

Poor Alhaitham, getting his balls drained by his two Omega mates. By the end, he was shooting blanks and too tired even to move, only to wake up to one of his heat-drunken mates begging, pleading for more. While the other was pleasuring them.

Alhaitham is technically pack alpha, but the actual pack "alpha" is Kaveh. Alhaitham doesn't like being pack alpha and lets Kaveh basically do all the important decision-making. He's already acting. Grand Sage only wants to could do is go home and let his two Omega take charge. But occasionally, he does take up the mantle of pack alpha when necessary, IE, when he disagrees with Kaveh.

( honestly causes about 50% of the arguing)

But as soon as they hear an annoyed sigh come out of their other mate's mouth, they immediately stop.

Kaveh LOVES when your heats sync. Because you stay home with him, and he gets you all to himself for quality Omega time. Which usually means desperately grinding his cock inside of you(Alhaitham's clothes will be on him or your body because you both still miss him :( ) and, when he isn't horny, sharing your snacks♥️.

Kaveh likes to rile up a pre-rut Alhaitham and leave him for you to deal with. Which always just explodes on the both of you.

Kaveh talks mad shit, but as soon as Alhaitham growls, he's on his knees immediately. Alhaitham rarely ever growls or snarls, but when he does, it shakes the both of you to your core. That's when he is done messing around, and you will either obey or be punished.

Alhaitham is an extremely lax alpha. If it weren't for his strong scent, he would have been mistaken for a beta; he's very calm and collected and is sent very strong is, also very calming. You always find yourself sleeping on his chest while lying on the couch. Haitham is not an alpha that enjoys conflict; however, if a dumbass continues pestering his omegas and not registering that his scent is pretty much all over them, he will toss them out like today's trash.

Kaveh's scent is more energetic and always changing but extremely recognizable and familiar.

When you're underneath Kaveh, he likes to lick and nibble on the bond mark Alhaitham gave you.

Alhaitham never tells you that his scent marks you. He always does it discreetly, whether that's brushing against your neck or hanging his arm around you, making sure his scent glands rub against your own. Kaveh's scent marks his mates all the time, it's a form of affection to him, and he makes sure to mark you before you leave the house.

[natequarter]

in the context of nuwho, i don't think the problem with gallifrey and time lords returning is just the time war: i think part of the problem is that nuwho (rightly or wrongly) (wrongly) has no interest in keeping gallifrey around. like, they brought it back! and then they destroyed it again! they could've, you know... not destroyed it again!

the time war definitely has a part to play in this (at a certain point, dr. who's lonely god shtick just gets melodramatic, and there's only so many stories one can tell about daleks blowing people up), and it almost inevitably led to the destruction of gallifrey. the problem is that nuwho can tolerate bringing back the daleks (who are supposed to be as Gone as a the time lords are), but can't tolerate the idea of bringing back time lords in any capacity less limited than "the master woz ere". we got glimpses at what we could've seen in finale episodes like the end of time and hell bent, but the end of time shows a gallifrey which is doomed and damned to return to the time war (and rassilon is basically the only time lord with any influence), and hell bent (which in theory could've set up the permanent return of gallifrey) became kinda pointless with the master blowing it up (??? must we do this again?). it really sucks, but there was a chance to bring it back, and that chance was completely ignored for Moar Angst. (and when it seems like a new time lord character could be turning up, it's usually either bait (sue-tekh) or... the master again :/.)

[dairy-farmer]

Actually? Can't stop thinking about this possibly expanded Time-Loop Of Bad Ideas AU? Because EVERYONE could get one! That Idol was made for Life Lessons and good at it's job!

Why NOT Moar Loops~☆?

And? Was GOING to suggest the whole BatFam. But this time not together. BUT THEN? My muse(adhd brain) smacked me and called me a coward! Go BIGGER they demanded! That sexy, sexy genius(me)!

That bust was probably not in Gotham! Or at least, not FULLY in Gotham. Maybe it was Superman, maybe someone else, but SOMEONE saw the Idol when Bruce found it.

We have PROTOCOLS, Batman.

That YOU made.

GDI. He sighs, but admits it's true. And Magic Bullshitry means getting scanned for Curses and Compulsions. Everyone up to the Watchtower. *various Bat Children groans of annoyance* No getting out of it. Come on, better this then getting possessed.

They Zeta up. Annoyed but here.

It's late and they'll probably miss dinner.

Come to find out? Fuckin EVERYONE but Captian Marval and Wonder Woman, who knows Magic, is off doing "Magic". Just... unspecified, vauge, could be anywhere, "Magic".

REALLY?!

AND they get pulled into a last minute, emergency, meeting about where they should store the Idol. Because all Wonder Woman and Marvel can TELL them about it? Is "Yep, Cursed. Probably."

And so they are annoyed. Everyone is arguing. Tensions are getting higher and higher. Somebody mutters a snide comment about somebody ELSE'S sidekick, and? Punching breaks out. Shoving. The big three stand to break it up.

But it's too late.

Some IDIOT throws a CHAIR. Their target, being a trained hero, OBVIOUSLY dodges. Which means it sails right across the table and HITS THE IDOL. Crash!

BOOM.

Everyone is slammed back by a lightshow and huge wall of air. Wonder Woman is FURIOUS. Marvel scared. Everyone gets checked out. Everyone, Go Home and isolate for AT LEAST 24 hours. Report any symptoms or strange thoughts.

They go home. Go to bed. Midnight.

Click.

Everyone locked in their own little Loops.

Now, some of those affected? Lesbians. Married and grossly, gooey, shmoopy, "No, yooou~♡" hang-up type In Love. Or just not in to him.

But! How many people in Loops? Do you think? Get that Bad Idea impulse~

Feel their eyes get drawn towards the Highly Competent and Sexy, Red Robin? Pretty-boy Tim Drake? Their Friend, colleague, or the son of such? It's a time loop. Who would ever know? They HAVE always been... curious.

I mean, they'd treat him right. It's not like they're HURTING anybody! Doing anything against his consent. It's just a Bad Idea.

Batman would murder them. Nightwing would help. Launch them straight into the nearest black hole. Or it would CHANGE things. Their relationship altered forever. Or... well, he's their Brother. Their Son.

So many reasons Not Too.

But it's a Time Loop.

They wear you down. Mentally and emotionally. You get lonely. A little bit crazy. Start doing things you know you shouldn't.

Like eating out your Boy until he's sloppy and ruined, fingering him for hours. Just to feel that sweet heat in your hand. Lazily resting you head on a trembling stomach, not letting him escape. Not hearing him ask for it to end, only whimper that it's too much. Because he's so good for you. And always has been.

Or finally breaking down, when the loneliness gets unbearable. And clinging like an octopus, as you bend your little Tim in HALF. Rolling and snapping your hips like you want to crawl inside his skin. Soaking in the pleasured cries your punching out with every thrust. How CLOSE you finally are.

Sneaking in windows, early in the morning. Teammates, Supers and Speedsters. Crimelords, here to pound him rough and sweet on his own bed. People who should NOT, but do~

Why so early? Uncle Clark?

What brings you to Gotham, Hal Jordan?

Hi, Roy, looking for Jason?

Even crossing paths, as choices diverge things. Ah, Aquaman! Your Majesty, what did you need me for?

All while Tim is, in his OWN Loop? Discovering that Sex is actually kinda awesome. And that he should never be left unsupervised. But mostly the first one!

And THIS time? Because I am a generous and benevolent Enabling Jackass? He DEFINITELY steals Dick's "time to threaten Deathstroke" burner phone. And uses it for purposes other then intended.

One stack of info, several shiny new crates of ammo, and showing up in Dick's Robin costume later? He's in Cairo getting his guts destroyed by a supersoldier. The day resets before Slade even breaks a sweat. Tim on the other hand? Passed "fucked incoherent" about three hours back and would probably shoot him, if the dick weren't making him too uncoordinated and stupid.

Nonetheless? Bats pull miracles. And Tim finds Constantine. Who refuses to TOUCH anything of the "learn a life lesson" variety. Since too many deity have it out for him.

But he is just a man.

And finds himself suddenly MUCH more agreeable and willing to try, after being dragged into another room and slammed against a wall. Blown by Batman's kid.

Nothing like face fucking a Robin to motivate a man to greatness, he discovers.

Which? Is when everyone gets their assorted bank of Loop memories. Lot of boredom for a few. Lovey Dovey bonding for others. Life lessons etc.

But?

Oh.

Oh My God.

Kon is panicking. As it filters in. Tim, bro, he can EXPLAIN! Constantine has cut off in amusement. Because, see? This? This right here is why he avoids- blah blah blah- *white noise* *Distant sound of Kon panicking and his Phone trying to explode itself with texts*

Because HOLY SHIT. Tim stares into the middle distance and realizes? So... SO many people jumped at the chance to fuck him. Like... A LOT.

So many.

His head is FULL of getting RAILED. Kon looks like he's gonna cry. Clark is ripping the door off the hinges. He can explain! Kon no longer looks like he's gonna cry. Explain WHAT, Clark?!

Tim fucked...So Many People.

Or was it Fucked By?

Both?

Does.... does he have Boyfriends now? Bootycalls? A harem?

..............whoops?

*arguing over Tim only gets louder as more Heros show up*

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all of them taking the opportunity to fuck tim- including some people tim's horny brain hadn't even gotten to considered but now had memories of fucking!😭😭

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Which of your dogs do you think is the best faceclaim for Cranberry? Lol

🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮 (moar doggo)

So I based her entirely off Cassy, EXCEPT in my brain because she lives in California, Cranberry doesn't have snow nose. If you'll notice, Cassy's nose has lost colouring. This is a normal condition in Goldens where the blood vessels retreat due to the cold. Cranberry's nose would remain black.

63 for Cranberry!:

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“I killed Cranberry!” He sobs into his hands. “She’s going to die and you’re going to hate me forever!”

Buck’s heart cracks right there inside his chest. He rests a hand on Christopher’s back and starts rubbing big, soothing circles. 

“That’s not going to happen,” he promises. “I don’t think Cranberry is going to die. But, e-even if she did, Christopher, I wouldn’t hate you. I could never hate you.”

“You’re mad at me!” 

Buck considers how to respond to this. He is obviously mad. There’s no point denying that, is there?

“Yeah. I am angry with you,” Buck admits. “I’m angry you’d give Cranberry medicine without asking me first, or open the medicine at all. That’s dangerous. But just because I’m mad, doesn’t mean I hate you.”

Chris looks up a little, not totally meeting Buck’s eyes, but not hiding, either. 

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I wanted to make her feel better.”

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt her,” Buck says. “But it can’t happen again, okay?”

“It won’t,” Chris promises. “I promise, Buck. I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry,” Buck says. “I forgive you, Chris.”

“You do?”

“‘Course I do.” Buck tells him. “Listen, Chris… I know I’m not your dad. And we’ve had to adjust a lot living together these past months. But I love you, kiddo. No matter what, even if we make mistakes or get angry with each other.”

Chris twists and throws his arms around Buck. The action takes him by surprise. Buck returns the hug, squeezing Chris softly.

“It’s okay, bud,” Buck says, still rubbing his back. 

“I love you, too, Buck,” Chris mumbles. 

Not even half an hour later, the vet tech brings Cranberry back out. This time, Chris comes out of the car to hear the verdict. 

“She’s going to be just fine,” the vet tech says. “We induced vomiting, gave some IV fluids to flush her system, and we think we’ve avoided any major concerns.”

“Thank you so much,” Buck exhales. The relief is so palpable he feels his legs shaking. “Seriously, thank you!”

“No more Tylenol, okay boys?” The vet tech points a stern look in Chris’ direction. 

“I promise,” Chris mutters sheepishly. 

“Let’s get her home,” Buck says, lifting Cranberry. 

He is more than ready to put this whole thing behind them. 

🦮🦮🦮

He obviously has to tell Eddie. He doesn’t want to narc on Chris, but it’s not the sort of incident to let slide. 

“He already feels bad enough, though, and we already talked,” Buck tells Eddie over FaceTime later that night. “So I don’t think he needs a proper punishment or anything.”

“Jesus, Buck. I am so sorry.” Eddie rubs his temples. “How much did the vet trip cost? I’ll send you the money, okay?” 

“Eddie, no. Come on. I’m not going to make you do that.”

[ofdarklands]

heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

MOAR MIT'RA LORE

i think keepers are not very given to close romantic relationships in the first place*, and he even less than most because he's uh. very much not into that. i did not intend this directly, but well... i accidentally made him an aroace that fucks and i didn't even realize until uh. shb i think. yeah i'm pretty sure

he's had friends and sort-of-apprentices he traveled the shroud together with at times, and many of them are now dead, but that's not romantic heartbreak. he just... misses them

*yes i imagine there's very close life partnerships, usually between women or between men, because those spend the most time together. between women and men it just means they see each other less often, but it also does happen. but i headcanon they don't really have the concept of structured romance like the other races do, nevermind marriage or such weird things. what's a monogamy. what do you mean you wouldn't fuck your friends, don't you like them?

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extra not directly related info under the cut, got a bit long:

how does this work with with g'raha you ask?

well, feo ul made a bond with mitr'a at the exarch's behest (who also had a bond, hmmm), and feo ul later loudly declared mitr'a was theirs theirs theirs in front of il mheg and everybody. mitr'a considered the issue very seriously with the info available to him, and decided this was probably this 'marriage' thing people joked about, which seemed fine because he really liked feo ul/titania. he could roll with this

he later spent the rest of shb and post shb ruminating the issue further, and spending a lot of time bringing g'raha back down to knowing real-him and himself back up to know now-old g'raha again. various issues and questions and attunements were solved, discussed, implied and worked around in their friendship. and finally, with the seat of sacrifice, that final request and the feelings it gave him, and the week of saying goodbyes before returning to the source he went: yeah, yeah. okay

so he changed his behaviour accordingly once g'raha woke back up, which led to a somewhat embarrassing period for g'raha, who i assume as sharlayan-raised is not accustomed to uh. blatant displays of affection in public, like someone grooming his ears during a meeting or getting full body curled around while purring as greeting. yes yes they did actually talk about this new relationship status beforehand, i'm not an animal

so, in summary, g'raha is his most favouritest, friend, companion. is it romantic love the way some would consider necessary? can he even feel that? who knows? but it's what he has to offer. this was a choice he made, with full intention and many months of consideration

whether g'raha knows that mitr'a considers them 'officially married' remains variable depending on what's funnier for me during a scene, tbh. but mitr'a did bring him to visit his clan before dawntrail (much family ribbing was had at mitr'a's expense over this: "friends with a seeker? from some elf island?? you????"). he also gave him his bard soulstone "for his history research**;" g'raha's now got to the dubious honor of seeing/feeling himself in his CT times from the outside. that's some considerable psychic damage, no matter how fond the stone's memory is about him falling into the lake because he didn't want to let go of the fish he caught

in summary, all this allows me to say "this is mitr'a [sapling], his partner feo ul [branch], their husband g'raha [bloom], and g'raha's wife, the crystal tower" and mean it, which amuses me

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**and because we gotta keep all-rounding this thing

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Moar haterism. 🔪 #25

#25 Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing:

Thank you Branwen for indulging me. I have the perfect one for this because it's stupid and dumb and it drives me absolutely crazy every time someone brings it up. Am I actually going to bat for the show, for once? Yes I am!

If you visit the HotD subreddit at all, you'll see a thread every couple weeks or so bitching about the so-called "plothole" that was created when Criston was not punished for killing Joffrey Lonmouth, and every single time it will have hundreds of people in the comments going on about how it made so much more sense in the book because it was a tourney, and how it's so unrealistic that Viserys/Rhaenyra/Corlys/Laenor/Rhaenys did not demand Criston's head for killing poor Joffrey, the sworn sword of Laenor (sworn sword is always emphasized, like this is a big fucking deal). So let's break this down, and figure out who exactly is putting their neck out for the Knight of Kisses.

First of all, House Lonmouth are some second or third tier Stormlands nobodies (I looked up House Lonmouth before I called them nobodies and look at their coat of arms. lmao.)

Deeply unserious. Anyway. The most notable Lonmouths are notable for being friends of Laenor and Rhaegar. So yeah. This is a coattail rider house, not big movers and shakers. I'm sure mom and dad Lonmouth are not happy about their son getting his face bashed in at a betrothal ceremony, but it was a kingsguard who did the bashing, and they're just a nobody house from the Stormlands. The queen sends a purse for funeral expenses along with the body and says sorry for your loss. Are they going to travel to King's Landing and press the issue, pick a fight with the queen, and accuse a Kingsguard of treachery? A kingsguard who has after all taken a holy oath to defend the king, and who claims your son was threatening the princess? Probably not. You have a good cry and try to put it behind you.

That leaves Rhaenyra, Laenor, Viserys, and Corlys. So let's examine them, one by one.

Rhaenyra feels bad for Laenor. He's really upset, and she's shocked that Cole did such a thing, but she is also kind of nervous. Cole has a secret about her that could get both her and Cole killed, and if Cole is facing execution for murder, he might just let that secret out. After all, if there's going to be an investigation, Cole will be questioned. She's also eyeing the queen a bit suspiciously. And why is Alicent all of a sudden sticking her neck out for Cole? Could he have told her? It's a bit suspicious, she's keeping her mouth shut.

Laenor? He's heartbroken! He loved Joffrey! They were about to have the perfect setup, and then Cole ruined it. But... his dad is glaring at him with his, "you better not fuck this up face," and he's always been a bit spineless when it comes to standing up to old pops. And he knows Joffrey must have said something to Cole to set him off, which means Cole probably knows. If he accuses Cole, will dad back him up? He doesn't have any leverage on his own, he's just the heir, not the actual Lord of the Tides.

And Corlys? Corlys wants to slip Cole a purse as a thankyou. He was so worried that his son was going to flaunt his lover at court and cause a scandal. He was already having nightmares about the whispering people would do, especially if Rhaenyra failed to produce an heir. He doesn't know why Cole killed Joffrey, but he can hazard a guess. He's glad Alicent wants to sweep the whole thing under the rug. Rhaenys feels bad for her son, but she agrees with Corlys. And really, it was foolish to bring Joffrey to this event. What was Laenor thinking?

And finally, Viserys? Alicent told him she wanted to spare Cole, and clearly there's something more to the story, but he's not really all that interested in digging into it. He feels sorry for the family, so when Alicent asks if she can send them a purse for the funeral expenses, he agrees. He's heard rumors about Laenor's preferences, and and he certainly doesn't want this to be a big deal. Is Laenor going to make it a big deal? Cole was Rhaenyra's sworn sword too. Fishy. In fact, better move up the wedding so that this incident doesn't blow up into something bigger to derail the match. He needs this match to go through. Also, we all know that cops can get away with killing people for much less reason, and that's in our world with a supposedly impartial third party justice system. Westeros doesn't have that. There's no DA, no state to bring charges, no independent trial by jury. If you want justice, you have to seek it and no one is seeking justice for poor Joffrey.

And for people who say that this needed to be spelled out? What do you want, exactly, a scene in which Corlys looks into the camera and goes, "sure glad my kid's lover is dead and not around to fuel the gossip." Lord. Just use context clues. Alicent covered it up and no one followed up because Joffrey was a nobody from the Stormlands, Laenor was gay, and Cole knew all their secrets. It was in everyone's interest to sweep it under the rug, and so they did. You can prefer the book version, but this is not a plothole, it's not something that needs to be explained, it's FINE.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 15 thoughts without interludes (interludes need their own post):

EVERYTHING IS FIIIIIIIINE

My daughters boss didn't actually try to assassinate her, her just planned to do it and then did it in one reality but kept the reality where he didn't! So it's ok! I'm fine. Not worried at all that Coil knows Skitter was planning on double crossing him and that he found a way to screw with Tattletales powers.

It's fiiiine (eye twitches)

I want to say I'm glad she got her full team on board, but given that there is a chance someone on her team ratted on her it might not be good.

Skitter goes a little bit far at the end with Triumph. Just a tiny itty bitty bit far. Child you almost KILLED HIM! And then you let him sit there dying when the threat isn't that he'll die now, but that you will come back if needed (mayor ain't going to say what you want him to say if you kill his son, the point is if he doesn't say it you'll come back)! I'm worried about you.

Brian I understand why you like my daughter and she seems to like you and I'm glad having someone you feel safe with is helping you process your very valid trauma (important note, you could have done the same with your sister, she was trying to help you but you wouldn't open up to her, you should open up to her). But please don't get in the way of her relationships with her girlfriends. Just understand in terms of long term stuff Chatterbug and Wolfspider 100% trump . . . Darkbug? Fuck what are you guys called?

(I've been informed Shadeswarm, Nightcrawler, Night Biter, Creepy Crawlies, or Carapace. I think Creepy Crawlies might be my preference among that.)

MOAR DOLL LESBIAN CONTENT!!!!!

Parian is one of my absolute favorite characters! Flechette is pretty cool as well. Being a hero hurts her. Stabbing my daughter also didn't build good marks with me, but I understand why she did it. Cause GAAAAAAAAAAAY. I have a hard time being too mad at a lesbian stabbing someone to protect her girlfriend.

I'm glad Parian isn't joining Coil full hog at least, she's too pure to be a villain (or a "hero"). I kinda wish she could just move to New York and be a fashion designer and live her best life, but I do enjoy the idea of getting to see her more.

And to be honest, I don't think anyone on Earth Bet is really going to be living their best life in the long run. Sorry guys.

The fucking shutdown the team gives to the Nazis is AMAZING! Like ya no Hookwolf or Purity this time, that obviously would have made it harder. But still, comparing the previous fight to this just really shows how much the team has increased in power. They didn't even bring Grue.

Skitter and Tattletale being able to work together to find all the people in a few block radius and figure out which groups are Nazis, all while just standing in the middle of the street, is so fucking cool. I fucking love watching them work.

I don't love the girlfriends fighting with the whole "Skitter wasn't told about the plan to have Regent yoink a Nazi". But they seemed to make up pretty quickly.

Skitter fucking running multiple bug clones, with cameras and microphones, all across her territory, and using them to talk to people and check in on things, WHILE getting surgery on her shoulder??! FUCKING HELL. Like ok yes, please love yourself child and let yourself take it easy sometimes. But also holy shit that is so god damn amazing. I am 100% convinced (I mean, I have been since like Arc 4 TBH) that she uses her bugs to basically offload her pain. Or offloads her mind to her bugs so she can ignore the pain in her body. Same idea. Like even if it's never confirmed it is true to me. And the multitasking! Give Taylor a Thinker classification!!

Just fucking attacking the mayor's family to intimidate him into telling people in Washington to not condemn Brockton Bay huh? I mean sure it kinda worked at the end (assuming he does what he said he would) but it really seems like a terrible plan. Like, the people in Washington are gonna hear about the attack and wonder about everything the mayor says. But fine, that's the plan.

Skitter making the bug clones complex enough that Trickster and Genesis don't even notice she's a clone at first is super cool! Also it does drive home that she is always just covered with so many bugs and using swarm speech so much that when a version of her shows up that is completely covered in bugs and speaks fully with swarm speech it doesn't throw anyone off.

Coil had to know that Triumph was the mayor's kid. The fact that he's the one who pushed to have them attack during family dinner.

I'm really proud of Skitter for figuring it out though! I pegged him as a cape pretty much right away and was able to figure out it was Triumph not long after, but she was in the heat of the moment. Also she got the girlfriend pegged as a either Prism or Ursa while I was still uncertain if she was a cape.

Holy shit that fight was so fucking cinematic! Perfectly built for Triumph to look cool by exploding bug clones with his shouts. And with Prism splitting and combining constantly. Just fuck. I'd love to see an animation of that fight. It was super cool.

And again, Skitter got dark there. And sadly I'm worried she's gonna get darker.

[fawnb1te]

Soft Hands on the Embarrassing Burning

A Todd Anderson x Reader with Eczema fic by Fawnb1te . POV is first person . GN!Reader

PLZ READ !!

TW: Descriptions of dry skin , open w0unds from deep itching (small but still) , weeping skin , emotional burnout , self-lothing n moar . Please take a moment to consider these before reading . A lot of this is from personal experience but may sound disturbing to other ppl . Fluff will be ahead but these things are apart of the eczema experience n from m own perspective . Otherwise , plz enjoy n thank u for understanding <3

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I lay here on our sheets as he resides in the kitchen , he said he had salmon prepped for us , fresh herbs from our little garden will help to enhance its taste . Oh how our life , so simple from out of school , now with our own little cottage , with a sweet garden that blooms fresh fruit n vegetables , yet I feel that I bring such a struggle , a burden . This dryness , these moments where I don’t feel comfortable to move at all , how is he able to keep up ?

I feel a sharp prick of itchiness in my arms , my hands , a small sound of discomfort leaves my lips as I try to ignore but it’s too much , it’s always too much , out of shame I start to itch at my arms , then my hands , only stopping once I see small crevices on the inside of my wrist start to crack n weep , but the burning sensation of it makes me want to itch more so I move to my legs , itching until I break skin n I feel myself panic n writhe where I lay , rolling around n rubbing where it itches but it isn’t stopping , it hurts , but I can’t stop . Please stop , please stop I beg in my mind , making more noises until I’m making small cries , trying to be more quite so I don’t disturb Todd , I can handle this , I’ll be fine , I can handle this myself , I can —

“Hey ? Are you ok ? What’s wrong ?” Todd comes in now , worry apparent on his face as he leans on the door frame . His eyes , a pale blue that I could stare in forever , search my face , n I can feel embarrassment over take me as I scratch but more slowly , silently asking for help as I look up at him , begging even . I can’t do this myself … Todd leaves for a second , coming back with rolled up gauze n soft medical tape as well as my cream for my skin , sitting down on the bed with me n holding out his hand .

“Give it here , your hand , I’ll help you . It’s gonna be ok ! It’s just a little mishap , we’re gonna fix this ..” He says in a soft but enthusiastic tone , his hand takes mine as the other gently rubs my cheek in a soothing manner before reaching for some of the cream , pumping it from its small barrel n carefully rubbing it into my hand , trying his best to be as gentle as he could be . But I couldn’t complain , his hands were unlike mine , so soft , the tissue never ever looked dry nor felt tough , he was always quite gentle with me . I stare as he rubs some more cream onto my arm , his eyes focused but his little smile remained . “I’ll get you some pain killers after this .” He said softly , turning my arm over n getting the inside of of my elbow , seeing a small crack in the corner where it bends . His brow furrows as his thumb gently grazes the area but stopped once I make a sound of discomfort , almost immediately he rumba some cream into the area , gets a non-stick gauze pad n cuts it in half , placing one of the pieces on the crack then wrapped it up . He checks my other arm to see that it was fine , just a bit dry so he also rubs in cream there .

Throughout the whole process I can’t help but watch as he does his “healing magic” on me , his smooth movements , his words of reassurance , I can feel myself become more calm . He really is like n angel sent down to me . Oh .. Oh how am I so lucky ? “How are you feeling now .. ?” He asks , all I could do is smile n lean down to kiss his hand as he rubs mine . “I’m fine now a little bit .. I’m sorry if I worried you , it’s just .. i-it’s a lot .” I say with a voice that sounded as if it was going to break , this condition was so tiring n he knew that . But I can’t help but repeat it because it was tiring , exhausting even . It hurts , it’s uncomfortable n makes wanting to do anything hard especially if it’s flared , cracked , weeping or even bleeding . But he knew that . Even with that he’s so patient , so caring n gentle my goodness . Soon enough he gets done with wrapping my little wounds . They weren’t deep but still , to be safe , he wrapped them up planned to do it once again in a few hours . Todd would also sit me down in the living room before getting me painkillers n changing out the bedsheets , after that he served dinner ! As always it was delicious , he even prepared me lemon balm tea that tasted light but still really nice . “Thank you ..” “Of course , I know this is hard for you , but I’m glad I can help you in any way you need . I love you very much .. it hurts seeing you uncomfortable n in pain . But I’m grateful I can help you with this .” Todd would kiss my cheek n hold me close as I continue to enjoy my dinner n tea , enjoying his presence . He’d then eat his dinner alongside me , sending me a sweet smile in between chews n my goodness he’s so pretty when he smiles . Again , how am I so lucky .. ?

“When we’re done .. would you like me to get you some ice cream ? I got your favorite this time .” He said , taking his empty plate to the kitchen , excitement fills me as i follow him , a half-finished mug of tea in my hands as I stand next to him , the liquid sloshing around gently . “That’s a question ?? Todd of course , yes please , please , pleaseee !” I exclaim , setting down my mug n cling to him as he just lets out this sweet laugh that made me cling closer . “I will , I will . I’m gonna wash a few of these so we have clean bowls . N’ then ! … I’ll get you your ice cream .” With that , he gives me another little kiss n sends me back to the living room so he could finish up the dishes .

Todd would finally finish his dishes , grabbing two bowls , two spoons n the ice cream . Scooping generous amounts for the both of us . He’d sit with me n give me my bowl , sending me that same smile he gave me earlier . “Here you my dear .. Enjoy !”

Omg ??? OMG I DID IT I FINISHED IT !!! Aghhhh I hope u all enjoy it 😭😭

(Tagging @imsofansie as they requested when I was planning this fic !!! I finally finished n m so sorry for taking so long but I hope u enjoy nonetheless !)

[tobiasdrake]

Not sure why Nightcrawler didn't show up in X3, but now that you point it out I'm kinda glad the 'smile moar' thing with Storm didn't seem to pop up again.

Oddly enough, they do explain where Nightcrawler went....

...in a cheaply made tie-in video game that no one played. X-Men: The Official Game takes place between X2 and X3, with players alternating between Wolverine, Iceman, and Nightcrawler.

The game reveals Jason and Deathstrike to both be alive and building Sentinels, while also roping in Hydra and the Silver Samurai. It also brings back Sabretooth so he can have a more dignified death than just falling on a boat.

At the end of the game, Nightcrawler formally leaves the X-Men because their lives are too violent for a man of peace like him. He and Xavier part on amicable terms and that's that.

It was written by the guy who penned Last Stand as well as Chris Claremont, the author of the Dark Phoenix Saga that Last Stand would adapt. It was also timed to release one week prior to Last Stand, so you can tell they wanted it to be a part of the Last Stand experience, so to speak.

But it was also a janky piece of shit made on a $5 budget released into a market oversaturated with cheap, janky tie-in video games to big movies. So it's kinda like if Marvel Puzzle Quest was canon to Avengers: Endgame.