#but god what I wouldn't give to be fucking

[thurisazsalail]

The point here is that condoms only BECAME free specifically because of the AIDS crisis.

Yes, other diseases exist. Of course they do. Yes, many are terrible. Syphilis-induced blindness is well known for literally hundreds of years on multiple continents.

AIDS activists and the hard work they did, paired with the sheer fear of the cishet white people who found out that yes, they too could catch the disease once relegated to gay POCs- AND that it had no cure and no treatment (unlike chlamydia, crabs, or syphilis)- is what drove free condoms.

No one cares about how many people suffer and even die from unwanted pregnancy. If they did, if the people who have power to make those decisions cared, HBC would be FREE. It is not. In fact, having a miscarriage is a serious charge in much of the country. (White, mostly above blue collar) people are allll up in a tizzy *now* that the GOP is overt about it, but where the fuck was anyone ten god damn years ago when women in Utah were being put on an actual fucking murder trial because someone elected to be *violently beaten* to induce a miscarriage. Where was anyone when women were jailed for miscarriages because a nasty ex boyfriend accused them, with little or no evidence, that it was intentional? If anyone cared, where the fuck were all of you protesting when fetal harm laws were passed here in Florida? Oh yeah- voting FOR the law.

I'm one of the people who female ob/gyns tried to trick and coerce into teenage pregnancy, btw. These dumb bitches tried to tell me that my PCOS would clear itself up if I just had a few kids. They wouldn't dx PCOS, just mentioned the symptoms. Vaguely. I refused. PCOS symptoms, by the way, often mimic pregnancy- which my ex was also trying to force me into. I drank poison rather than live if there was a chance of pregnancy.

No one gives a fuck about pregnancy. Especially not when it's an "undesirable" like me. You don't want the kid of an undesirable, but you don't want us to have real healthcare, either. The punishment is the point.

People only started flipping out about these new pregnancy laws when they started affecting *them.*

So cool, yeah, condoms do a lot. Yes, they do. No disagreement.

But the point here is that AIDS specifically is the reason they are free, as compared to any other thing.

I NEED people to understand that condoms aren’t free because “MEN like to FUCK lol,” they’re free because thirteen thousand people die from AIDS every year in the US alone.

Stop framing free menstrual products as more essential than free condoms. They should BOTH be free.

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS Men with an Ace Reader

AN: As an ace girlie, I need this. If OOC pls ignore because I need a world beyond fucking please 😭

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn ace reader

Ingredients: 80% comfort, 15% cuddles, 5% confusion

My Fav: Caleb wins this (damn bro Xavier hasn't made it to this in so long. I feel shame)

Xavier:

He knew. Across lifetimes, watching you from a quiet distance, he had always known your nature.

How your love was whispered in words rather than felt in kisses. How tenderness was measured in presence rather than touch.

So when he meets you again, Xavier is careful. His touches remain light, friendly, never crossing a boundary.

He knows exactly where the line is, and he never pushes. Even when you are unaware of it, Xavier knows your language of love.

And it has failed to dim his heart.

Affection between lovers is not bound to the touch of skin. He loves you beyond the measures of time, so sexual preferences are of little hinderance to this prince.

Rafayel:

Coming from a culture where complimenting someone’s scales is considered a confession, Rafayel is careful with touch.

For Lemurians, such intimacies are sacred. Reserved only for those closest to the heart.

Despite knowing you for so long, he spends even longer getting to know your soul before seeking pleasure. He reads you like ancient tome, never rushing and with immense care.

And when your reaction to his touch is a flinch. When you pull away despite the vulnerability of your gaze, Rafayel does not push. He only draws you into the circle of his arms, resting his chin against your shoulder. Holding you without asking for more.

He is more than willing to love you that way, through the comfort of an innocent embrace. He is afterall the man, who gave you his heart when you couldn't; damning himself and his people.

Zayne:

He struggles. Hides his need. Your conflicting languages of love are not easily translated, and he knows it will take work from both of you.

He will never complain. Zayne never does.

But to him, your touch is the only relief from his curse. The only salve that mends the wounds Astra carved into him. To crave you in the way his body yearns, and to resist it, that is a testament even for him.

But he is willing to learn. To understand the touches that work and the ones that don’t.

And you, you would have to find ways to open up. To be vulnerable without physical intimacy. To let him see all your fractures and let him love you anyway. And allow him the same courtesy.

Sylus:

He will make it work.

King here will do anything and everything. Whether you are sex-indifferent or repulsed, there is no way he’s giving up on you because of that.

He does not need physical touch to enjoy time with you. Cooking dinners together, a kiss here and there, cuddling at times, or even just knowing you love him is enough. He thrives in the quiet steadiness of it.

Does he have needs? Yes. But he’s a big boy who knows how to take care of himself.

He would never make you feel guilty for what you cannot give.

Honestly? He’s probably the best at keeping you comfortable. He knows how to navigate your boundaries better than you do.

He makes you feel safe because Sylus understands that love doesn’t have to mean sacrifice.

Caleb:

He didn’t notice it before.

Hell, he’d acted as your fake boyfriend so many times, how did he miss this?

So when you freeze under his touch, when the realization of Netflix and chill dawns in your widened eyes, his heart drops. He sees the fear beneath the brave front you put on, the quiet surrender to give him what you think he wants.

And he hates it.

Feels sick that he didn’t notice sooner. That he made you feel like you had to endure it to keep him close.

He spends the whole night learning more, asking you questions with the sharp desperation of someone who has to get this right. His hand in yours, his voice low and careful. He needs to understand everything.

Gods, he can’t afford to make you feel that way again. He wouldn't survive it.

Because Caleb doesn’t need that from you. He just needs you.

[keelt9]

RED VALENTINE

Part II // Masterlist

A/N: Kind of excited to write this, it's been a while since I wrote about Max, but yeah…RB is out of my mind, my tolerance and all. 🙄 (Proceeds taking a long breath) 

However I believe I'm finding a space to write about him, so let's see how it works.🤫

Max loves the adrenaline, everyone knows that. Every time the season ends, he's back in a car, whatever the type is; with a suit race driving fast as hell, as his blood runs all over his body and his heartbeats increase.

Or he's in a mountain covered in snow as he goes down feeling the cold air all over his face and his legs tighten for the effort he does for being stable in his snowboard.

Maybe in the middle of the sea in his fancy yacht with the strong waves moving it one side to the other, as he keeps lying on the prow letting the soft waves touch his fingers.

In his SIM, hours and hours, playing all types of games, losing his mind from time to time as he grips the wheel or the keys almost turning in part of his fingers, typing fast as he can, even when in the stream are laughing about his T-Rex typing, screaming out loud, letting more than one F word come out of his mouth.

He simply loves it.

But when he met her, he felt terrified to even think about it.

Arriving at her home after a long season as all the lights are off and the visible gold dust line is on the floor only means one thing, she's probably working covered in sand as she's smiling from side to side of her face.

"I told you!" Max hears her screaming as a varied sound at different volumes gets through the door too. "I...Fuck."

A loud thud probably her head against a wall of the wardrobe makes him wait.

"Ok, I'll do that, see you tomorrow morning ok?" She giggles as Max perks over the door of her bedroom.

She's fighting with her boots, her cellphone between her shoulder and her cheek, jumping around to take out the last one of them; instead of sitting and doing it calmly.

She let her phone fall over the bed leaving the last boot next to the other, as her hands went to her knees, a sign that she's tired but at the top of her emotions. 

Max scoffs. "The bed isn't lava, you know?"

Y/N lifts her head, hearing the voice of Max, with bright eyes and her heart beating faster.

"Max!" She runs jumping as Max catches her in the air. "God! What day is it?"

She watches her calendar in her door, the number 13 is the one that follows the other circle ones; 13 crossed with an orange line with a tiny heart in the corner…He is supposed to come on this day.

She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sorry! I totally forgot."

Max smirks. "How excited are you?”

Y/N thinks before a wide smile appears in her face, almost that big as the one she has everytime they are together. "There were a couple of mummies next to the camera!" She tightens her legs around his torso. "I suspect that but Jesus! Seeing it is... Mind-blowing!"

Max giggles, taking out a big trace of sand and sweat in her forehead.

"Oh sorry, I was about to take a shower." She tries to go down but Max grips his hold around her.

"Good! I was thinking about it too." Max stops in the frame of the door from the bathroom. "Hey! I wouldn't mind a kiss."

Y/N leans capturing his lips in a demanding kiss that makes Max press her between him and the door. That's how she’s been held every time he goes to her, wanting to consume her in every possible way.

She splits seeing Max with his mind cloud but a smirk on his face.

"I really need a shower." Max swings with her right to the bath after a conclusive nod.

He needs one too...with her.

Still, mornings don't change, by the time Max gets down she is already moving around packing her things as she is having her breakfast, just sitting when she feels dizzy from spinning and spinning to pick up things.

"Max!" She met him in the living room, and a half of a banana in her left hand.

His hair tossed in all directions rubbing his left eye, half asleep half awake. Y/N give him a kiss on his lips, yes, she tastes apple juice and a banana.

"I'm about to leave, but I'll be back for dinner." She packs her laptop. "So, rest, sleep and make sure to find a nice place to have dinner, ok?"

Max smirks, here or in another part of the world, is her special key; making him feel love with small acts. This time she hugs him tight as she takes out her bag and a polaroid.

Where Max can notice her sitting with the sun right to her face and IPad on her legs, observing one race. In the background a clear sky with nothing in front. 

She must be in some place so fucking high from the ground.

"I'll miss you, you know that?" Max wants to play around a little bit before letting her go.

"I miss you like a crazy lifje but I think you miss those mummies more." She smacks his chest, he deserves that.

The horn of the car pointed her time to go.

"I got to go." She kisses Max one more time. "Love you babe."

Max pulls her for a second kiss, whispering to her lips. "I love you too, take care please."

Y/N nods, grabbing her backpack and hat, waving her hand before closing the door.

He perks through the curtains, and she knows that as every time she leaves first; taking her time to turn around and wink at him leaving him with a buzz in his heart. In the kitchen, Max feels his heart beat like crazy, a full breakfast and a love card.

 >Love you.

And the shade of lipstick in the corner.

It was a random event for a fancy sponsor in Egypt 3 years ago. Max was driving along one of the historic zones when he found her sitting covered in a grey dust next to the road. He was scared of something happening to her, he parked or he tried to; break dry leaving half of his wheels on the concrete running to see if she's fine.

What he never expects is her smile bright as she shakes her head.

"Fine? I'm over the clouds!" She raises her hands for layback on the sand, sighing before starting to giggle. "A altar to Mut, a fucking altar."

That day he found an archeologist, who found what was an altar in almost perfect state, one of the goodness of Egypt. She was sitting next to the road because she was so excited that the only thing she could feel makes her calm down was walking until her legs couldn't take another step, obliging her to sit and wait for her team to pick her up, but they didn't or they couldn't reach her. Instead a cute Dutch guy offered to take her whatever she needed, turning a small conversation next to a road in a 2 year relationship.

Yes, Max loves the adrenaline until he isn't the one who's walking around in an ancient zone probably meters down the ground, with things unknown that could break, fall or be a trap: fun fact that person it's the girl who loves like no one in the world. 

In that moment Max hates the adrenaline that runs all over his body.

Both of them knew it, he could fake trying to try to sleep and rest but after a 5 hours of waiting, walking side to side of the house, in a lame attempt to play, he parked in the reserve area where all the archaeologists and people who worked there did.

"Max, hey, congratulations!" Y/N boss said as Max walks putting all the things he needs, helmet, flashlight and his neon vest.

Max's smile accepted the high five and the quick hug. "Thanks, I'm sorry if I..."

Her boss shook his head. "Come on Max, it's kind of freak me out knowing you here, still anywhere around." 

Everyone knows who Y/N’s boyfriend is, the first time they met him more than one let the helmets fall from their hands with time Max turned into a VIP guest, moving around wherever they worked. 

Not only because he's curious but also because he's such a worry-slash-protector boyfriend of his girl.

"You know I can't be calm when I'm with her." He shakes his head.

"Don't worry Max." He takes out his cigarette and lights it. "All straight, in 40 meters, you can start to see the movement of people.”

Max nods, high five with him before walking among monumental "building" flanks for massive figures.

Her boss is right; a couple of meters inside he could start to see people covered in dust and sand with the same outfit as him, walking around with papers, cameras, bottles of water and tools.

One by one they take their time to greet the world wide champion as he asks where he could find Y/N; all giggling making his smile drops and answers.

"Somewhere under the ground."

Yes, he hates that type of answer.

Rilion laughs the moment he turns around finding a breathless F1 driver running inside of a dark room, where lights and multiple computers are carefully placed. 

"Well, it takes you..." Rilion sees his watch. "Almost 4 hours to come, that's a new record for you." Max rolls his eyes as he greets Rilion 

Rilion is the best friend of Y/N, they met in the last semester of collage, by a gift of destiny they get working together and after a jealousy session the first time he met him; a roasting but nice friendship born between them too.

"Where..." Rilion interrupts his question pointing to the screen in front of him and the life line knot around a solid structure.

Max feels his heart drops, a life line means she's so, so, under the ground.

"Rilion, omg! Can you see it?" Her voice through the radio makes Rilion and Max looks at the screen.

Max simply couldn't decipher what is, but Rilion does for the way he claps and people watching the other screens to high five with each other.

"What am I seeing?" Max asks, narrowing his eyes as Rilion bluffs.

"That..." He points to what seems like a strange box cover in dust. "Means Y/N, she's right, our mummified friend is an important general."

He gets it, it's the grave of such an important general of some time in history.

"Simply lovely Y/N, be careful, ok? You and Rahul have another..." He sees time they have been under the ground. "Another hour and you must come out, got it?"

The oxygen is not a problem, what is a problem it's the pressure of being under the ground in a place that has been closed for millions of years.

"Ok." Y/N scoffs. "Say Max stop pressing his face between his fingers." Y/N just need to hear the "Simply lovely " phrase to be aware Max is somewhere around.

When Rilion turns he can see Max Verstappen's face pressed between his thumb and his pointing finger.

Max scoffs, letting go of his hand, he is terrified and that's a sign. 

"Tell her to take care." Rilon laughs, who in the world would tell, a guy who drives at more than 200 km per hour is terrified about his girlfriend doing one of the safest activities, nowadays.

"He said to take care." Y/N camera of her helmet and chests show she's making a heart sing.

Yes, she can hear him, but if he knows, he will keep talking and hissing every step she takes.

"Fuck! She's so..."  Rilion raises his finger, moving the chair to the other screen.

"Careful Verstappen, careful. More than one wants to be there." He raises a long stick from a lollipop. "She won for taking out the shortest." 

Max smirks, she's a clever girl.

"Unbelievable, she's so unbelievably." Max patted his shoulder taking a seat in a chair in the corner.

Rilion gives him a heart shaped lollipop. "Sorry you have to spend the day here." 

Max takes it by clicking his tongue. "In her defence, we expected to find our friend in a couple of days, but we took the right paths."

"I can't believe the dead guy is the lucky one." Max takes the wrapping from the candy. "He's with my girlfriend on Valentine's Day."

Rilion laughs hard, Max is such a hilarious guy, and playing with him is funnier.

“If you're unlucky, she probably would come out before going back one more time.” Max bites the lollipop. “Have you ever been dumped on Valentine's Day?”

[cakypa120]

When Hal became the Spectre, he ran into one problem. Namely, the Champion of Magic. Or to be more precise, the fucking Champion of Magic was Captain Marvel!

And it turns out that Captain Marvel was a homeless twelve-year-old kid.

Hal:....

Billy:...

Hal:...

Billy:...Can I explain this?

Hal also had to deal with a bunch of unruly mages who wouldn't listen to anyone. Except Captain Marvel. Hal had seen mages hide behind Marvel dozens of times. Even under his cape! Isn't that what kids do? Hal knew most mages were traumatized, but not enough to consider a twelve year old boy a parent?

Hal: They know?

Billy: *sweats*

The mages were always breaking some rule. Not very important, but rules. And Hal had to punish them. And then he finds out what a protective twelve-year-old with the powers of the Gods can be.

Hal: Marvel, their spells hurt people.

Marvel: I understand, but they fixed it. We even compensated those people! I will deprive them of their summoning abilities for a week.

Hal: A month.

Marvel: A week and a half.

Hal: Three weeks.

Marvel: Two weeks.

Hal: Two and a half.

Marvel: Good. But you will not send nightmares to them.

Hal: Good. Now get to it.

The kneeling mages only sigh in defeat and prepare for their punishment.

And there are many such cases. Sometimes the arguments about punishment lasted for hours, and somewhere only a few minutes. The magicians always clung to the edge of Marvel's cloak and looked guiltily at the ground, except for Constantine, that bastard looked angrily at Hal.

Marvel: Gods! John, what did I tell you about alcohol?!

Drunk John: Don't drink too much.

Marvel: And what did you do?

John: Drank too much.

Marvel: Go back to the House of Mystery, we'll talk when you're sober. You're being punished, young man.

Hal:*holds the guilty wizard and looks at this scene* Is it always like this?

Mage: Yes, John likes to drink, and Pa... I mean, the Champion doesn't like his habit. But you should have seen the fight between Marvel and Doctor Fate. Last time, a supernova was almost born.

Hal even felt a little sorry for Billy, who had to maintain the fragile balance between the world of magic and the ordinary world. And Hal knew very well how afraid everyone else was of magic. Even he hadn't been very fond of it before.

Hal: When was the last time you slept?

Billy: Three days ago. I have a new war on the horizon. I need to prepare for peace talks or my first battle.

Hal: Billy, you're twelve.

Billy: *smiles bitterly* A Champion has no age. He only has duties. But thank you for your concern.

If the next day the kings made a peace treaty, then Hal vehemently denies his involvement in it. Billy don't look at him like that. He just talked to them, honestly!

When Hal becomes human again, his view of Marvel changed forever. Now he constantly asked when Billy rested, or what he ate. Marvel grumbled, but answered, and Batman became more suspicious.

Batman: The captain's late again.

Hal: Don't worry, Spooky, he's just busy with family matters.

Batman: What?

Hal: Two demons are rampaging through Hell again, and Marvel is just up against them again.

Hal's knowledge of Marvel is driving Bruce crazy, and it's not just Bruce. The entire League is worried about it, too. Especially when Hal walks up to Marvel and pats him on the back and whispers something. That's what Superman heard.

Hal: Are you okay?

Marvel: I'm fine. I'm not a little guy.

Hal: Don't lie to me, I know who's behind that big man.

Marvel: I'll erase you from the plane of existence.

Hal: I know you won't do it.

Hal knew the identity of the Captain. But from where? And how did he know? Was it somehow connected to the time when they thought he was dead? Hal began to treat Marvel like a father. He even ruffled his hair, even though Marvel was much taller than Hal.

Hal didn't pay attention to the looks of his colleagues. He just wanted to give Billy at least a little parental love. Something the boy lost very early. Even if Billy is stubborn, Hal does not give in. He wants to give this brave child at least something normal.

[starrycassi]

PLEASE THANK U for bringing it up because I've been thinking so much about it. Nolan goes "yeah sure fuck the human for all I care. I'll get the GDA to whip out an IVF in a decade or something. He'll die some days anyway" so he tries to be, uh, supportive. He does love his son. He shows his supportiveness by:

Making gay marriage legal. Everywhere. Just in case.

Randomly giving William plates full of weirdly glowing alien food so he can "be at his peak, at least"

"You know, son, when I started dating your mother... Well, if you're treating the boy like I treated your mother, of course" "Dad. Please. Just. Leave me alone."

He's probably weirdly vaguely homophobic (???) we're told that sex/romance for the sake of only pleasure is not really a thing on viltrum, and I assume Nolan just went "Uh. Humans" the first time he learned about it, but now it's His Son who's doing, so he's often throwing out comments that are slightly off-putting.

He offers William a personal trainer "just in case". In case of what? He refuses to tell.

"Are you good enough for my son?" "I don't think I'm even good enough to get accepted into college, sir. Yet, I sent in my application. Shoot for the stars or whatever they say"

Debbie has to constantly tell him that That Is Not Normal. He's mostly mastered humanity but he's never been a father-in-law before. It's all so new.

Board games are weirdly political.

"...if, instead, YOU wanna be treated like your mom, I suppose you could-" "SHUT UP?? DAD?? OH MY GOD"

He tries to do the "father-in-law clap on the back" and almost knocks William's lungs out because he's only ever done that with mark, who's gotten pretty good at withstanding his slaps

"What are your intentions with my son? Will you two wed?" "Me. Grayson I Am Fifteen Years Of Age I Don't Think My Mom Would Like That"

Nolan: "There is no point to being a homosexual, though". Random Man: "Yuuuup. We should just kill them all". Nolan, who very much loves his strangely infatuated son: "Say that again?"

That one inlaw who's NEVER fully satisfied with what you do. Debbie tells him that he's worse than her old nana while telling William that Pre-med is a perfectly acceptable carrer for a smart young man like his.

Idk man if I start dating alien overlord jr and then alien overlord sr tries to talk to me after sucking his son's soul out via kissing him against the desk I think I'd just jump out of the window

Sometimes Will does kinda wish he was trying to kill him. At least that way Mark wouldn't go, "Dude, he's trying. I think he's actually softer with you than with me" at everything his father does.

"OF COURSE he's softer. You got THROWN through a cement WALL two days ago and survived. If I sneeze wrong my hip pops off"

"Yeah no that's fair"

*taps mic* uhm, hello? Is anyone there?

Anyways. Writing a fic of altmark gayson and his boyfriend trying to dodge the age of question of "hey, when will you guys have kids?" Except this time the question is quite heavy because, well, there's the whole heir for empires thing. Also, neither of them has an uterus. Also, they really really really like getting drunk on Friday nights...

Featuring:

Mark who got his powers at 13/14. Since I'm going off with the idea that maskless mark is gay, him and William were already kindaaa dating? So my man is far cockier than mainstream mark, but, also, far clingier

He does take over earth with omniman. Or is in the process to, at least

Nolan is Very Weirdly Open when discussing procreation. The Talk is just a constant thing with him.

Nolan is somewhat a good father idgaf

At some point Mark asks Eve to change his atoms and "make him a woman" for nine months so they can get over this

Eve says no because?? What?? The?? Fuck?? Mark??

So he asks if she can do it on will

Weird viltrumite stuff that would get omegaversy. At least in theory. Wouldn't quite work with a human

Mark attempting to clone himself

Mark accidentally coming off as racist against viltrumites in public

Already kind of established viltrumite empire, soooo. Kind of prince(ish) mark?? Unsure of how royal I can get with this without writing a literal copy of superman on his white outfit tbh

William trying to finish his midterms as his boyfriend has two different identity crisis going on in the background

EXTREMELY intense mark. Yeah yeah we hate yanderes WHATEVER I wanna have fun every once in a while god forgive a woman has preferences

Mark attempting to inject his blood on other people and accidentally kind of killing them

Mark going 'round asking female heroes if they want to surrogate (promises to pay)(gets turned down because?? fuck?? no??)

Generally just mark losing it

Idk this sounds very fun. But it is 12:52 am so maybe it's just the sleep deprivation

[cosmosluckycharms]

can we get more incorrect quotes?

like this time with miguel + reader but also damion and penny

i mean like if you INSIST (i love making these)

spider!reader, peni & damian : *screaming*

miguel: *runs into the room* What's wrong, damian ?!

spider!reader: Wait, why are you asking damian that when peni and I are also here?

miguel: Because damian wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

spider!reader: The scariest president had to be Rushmore because he had four heads.

peni: Yeah, it’s a good thing we captured him in that mountain, even if we have to live in fear of the spell wearing off.

miguel: Do you two still believe in that legend? Come on, Rushmore was killed a hundred years ago! We’re safe now.

damian : You people have clearly never taken a history lesson. His body was never found.

miguel: Are you laughing at that video of peni and damian fighting?

spider!reader: No.

spider!reader: I'm laughing at the comments.

*The squad is visiting a store late at night to return a DVD for spider!reader*

damian: I forget—what happens if we don’t return the DVD before midnight?

miguel: Then spider!reader gets charged extra. It’s called a “late fee”.

peni: Or was it zombie apocalypse? Eh, I don’t remember, but we can’t afford either.

peni: *clicks pen*

spider!reader: *clicks pen in response*

damian: Stop that.

peni : Stop what?

damian: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

spider!reader: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

spider!reader, to miguel: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

peni: Can I be frank with you guys?

damian: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is going to help.

spider!reader: Oh! Can I still be spider!reader?

miguel: Shh. Let Frank speak.

miguel: I just watched peni jump off of a spinning chair. Luckily, she wasnt hurt that badly. But the whole time, damian was screaming for help, which caused spider!reader to run in to help peni. Just note that all of this happened in the span of six minutes.

miguel: What do you three have to say for yourself?

peni:

damian:

spider!reader: Oops?

damian: miguel, we're hungry!

peni: miguel! What's for dinner?

spider!reader: We're hungry, miguel!

miguel, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: *screams*

miguel: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?

spider!reader: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.

damian : peni bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but she's WRONG.

miguel: *points at peni* A human turtleneck, *points at damian * a narcissistic monster, *points at spider!reader* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met.

spider!reader: And who am I? Describe me now.

peni, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

damian : Gray.

spider!reader: Grey.

peni, turning to miguel: Now tell them what color you think it is.

miguel: Dark white.

spider!reader: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out.

miguel: Fucking damian and peni were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

miguel: Aw man. *Throws it away*

spider!reader: Five second rule!

damian : Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

peni: *Sobs on the floor*

spider!reader: damian's out the will.

damian: That’s honestly fair. I deserve that.

miguel: Wait, you have a will? Already? You haven’t even graduated.

spider!reader: I’ve done some things in my life. Upset the wrong people. peni, you have a will too, right?

peni: Lots. Good luck figuring out which one’s real.

spider!reader: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions.

damian: Ridiculous. Give me some examples.

miguel: Wasps?

peni: Terriers?

spider!reader: damian.

damian: What’s it like being tall?

peni: Is it nice?

spider!reader: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?

miguel: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want.

peni: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

damian : *crouches down*

spider!reader: *kneels down*

miguel: *sits on the floor*

peni: peni: I hate all of you.

peni: damian got into a fight.

spider!reader: That’s bad.

spider!reader:

spider!reader: Did he win?

peni: Hey, spider!reader, have you thought about having children?

spider!reader: ...

spider!reader: Does looking over you and the others not seem like I already do? Because I promise you, it sure feels like it.

peni: But we're not childr-

spider!reader, already distracted: DAMIAN, PUT THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER DOWN!

damian: You're pathetic!

peni: You're pathetic-er!

spider!reader: You're both losers.

damian: Comparing spider!reader and peni is like comparing apples and oranges.

spider!reader: We’re both unique in our own ways?

damian: Apples are superior in every way and all oranges should be eliminated.

peni: Which one of us is the orange?

spider!reader: damian, peni, I love y’all and all, but can I ask what in the hell are you doing?

damian, trying to stabilize a tower of folding chairs that peni is sitting atop: Oh nothing much.

peni: I love you too :)

peni: I know we’re not exactly friends, but-

damian: What do you want?

peni: I've been stuck with spider!reader for 2 weeks and they've been drinking all the soy sauce.

peni: Help.

spider!reader: I will find us a covered wagon and horses. spider!reader: If you two can manage to not kill each other while I'm gone.

damian: Oh, please. We're not children.

*spider!reader leaves*

damian, casually: ...Eat shit and die.

peni, also casually: Yes, fuck you.

spider!reader: damian, we need that!

damian, holding peni over a trash can: Nope.

spider!reader: Gimme it—

damian: It’s garbage.

peni: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on spider!reader without them noticing?

damian: Hey, spider!reader, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny.

spider!reader: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser.

peni: ...

peni: What’s your favorite color?

damian: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.

peni: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

damian: My favorite color is red.

damian: We vegetarians love the environment. Carnivores are sick freaks.

peni: How can vegetarians possibly love the environment.. you keep eating all the fucking plants.

haha i love damian and peni my sillies for weal

[growth-opportunities]

A flat girl uses an old spellbook to steal the tits right off her bitchy flatmates and finally get the body to make a move on her crush. Unfortunately, most of the stolen curves wound up going a bit lower than what she hoped for.

SMACK!

"Hurry up!"

"I'm trying! This shit isn't even in English!"

Indigo shifted uncomfortably, her roommate's handprint glowing red on her magically swollen ass. Her newly widened hips and massive cheeks were too large for any chair in the apartment, forcing her to bend over the table as she frantically flipped through the pages. The old, thin pages felt like they were more likely to crumble to dust than rip as Indio searched for a spell to undo what had been done. She just wanted to put her roommate in her place, to give Katelyn a taste of her own medicine. She made such a big deal about being busty, about having massive tits; Indigo wanted to see how the vapid bimbo would react when the situations were reversed. Katelyn tapped her foot impatiently, arms crossed over her flat chest, before letting out a frustrated groan.

"Ugh, I can't believe you would do this! Dumb bitch! Can't even get a magic spell right! Now none of us has any tits!"

"You think I fucking wanted this?" Indigo looked over her shoulder at her roommate, fury in her eyes. "An ass that turns a ball gown into a miniskirt?! It was an accident! How did I know that one of the ingredients wasn't named literally?! This book is, like, five hundred years old!" Indigo blew a strand of hair out of her face, turning back towards the book. "Tom doesn't even like asses! Everyone and their fucking brother is obsessed with asses these days and I get a crush on the one guy who couldn't care less. I'd have to find someone who actually likes an ass this fucking enormous."

Katelyn moved behind Indigo, grabbing at the bottom-heavy woman's hips. "You think you're in the shit?! Jackson wouldn't even be with me if it weren't for my tits. How the hell do I explain this to him? You want someone who would put that ass to use? You better fucking fix this or I'll shove my whole arm up your fucking ass!"

"It might help if you let me fucking concentrate! Swear to God, bitch, if you won't shut up, I'll put this huge fucking ass on your face until you pass out!"

The mental image of Katelyn's pretty, blonde face trapped beneath a mountain of jiggly, pale ass struck both women at the same time. They shared a look as silence filled the air. Slowly, blush crept into their cheeks as they fought against the realization that both of them were deeply turned on by that idea. Katelyn broke the gaze, glancing down at the massive ass, giving it an exploratory squeeze. Indigo's soft moan was enough to startle both of them, Katelyn jerking her hands away, tucking a curled strand behind her ear. "Just, uh, keep looking." Indigo just nodded, turning back to the book, her breath shuddering out of her as her arousal spiked.

If things didn't work out with their boyfriends and if they couldn't get the spell undone... Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all...

[rei-ismyname]

Loser Husbands get judged

Judgement Day was a fantastic event running through the entire Marvel universe. In short, the new Prime Eternal thought wiping out the mutants would secure his political position. Tony Stark, Sinister and the Eternal priests built a new God to stop the war - which it briefly did. Then it judged everyone.

Magneto and Storm put on a fantastic show fighting Uranos the Undying, as you can see. The big guy tore Mags' heart out (rude) but he kept fighting with his powers and help from Storm, and eventually the pair fucked Uranos up. That's not what he's judged on.

As part of Arakko's government, Mags and Storm removed themselves from the resurrection protocols. Magneto is dying and The Progenitor chooses to judge him based on whether he sticks to his guns and accepts death. It's right that Xavier would save his loser husband if he called out to him right now, but he doesn't. It appears as his lost daughter Anya and gives him a thumbs up, recontextualising the scene in X-Men Red..

Interestingly, it thinks 'if all were like him there'd be no need for men like him.' Inasmuch as this cobbled together space God based on Tony Stark is worth listening to, it's at least fascinating that Kieron Gillen chose those words. Storm and Mags embracing as he dies is beautiful and the judgement means nothing.

Chuck doesn't fare so well in the 'being judged by a space God' game. The judgement itself is meaningless, but the nature of the test and Xavier's response are significant. The Progenitor has been shown to frequently judge a person based on their own standards and guilt.

The implication that Chuck represses the extent of his guilt over his shoddy parenting wouldn't surprise me. The dude is running a country and overseeing a psychic siege defence of the Quiet Council by himself, something that kills him multiple times via exploding head. He's also taking meetings, communicating with various people, and even has the time for passive aggressive jabs here and there.

I suspect it's not a failure to drop everything and run to David right in this moment, but not even stopping to look at his son on what's looking like the last day of existence for everyone. It could be something else entirely, what with inscrutable space Gods and all, though Charles Xavier is incredibly neglectful to David and always has been. I love that Legion managed to build himself some happiness and stability in spite of this, and I would LOVE to see a conversation between the two right now.

[dungeoncrawlingwithoutprotection]

How the hell did you get lost? How the fucking hell did you get lost this time? You'd been hiking on the mountain more times than you could feasibly count but this is the time you get lost beyond recognition?

It just wasn't fair. After a long day spent hiking, thinking you would be back home before dark; yet here you were unable to tell which way was forward anymore. Sinking to the ground, wanting so badly to kick your legs, cry, scream, and tear up the grass in angry fistfuls; you knew it wouldn't help in the slightest. You knew you needed to conserve your energy, to keep walking and looking for a way out of here.

But you also didn't feel like it.

Exhausted from a day of hiking, you pulled your legs closer in a loose hug, resting your forehead against your knees. The hopelessness slowly draining the last of your battery, having noticed the sky getting dark but not being able to tell where the sun was setting. You dozed off before you could think to stop yourself.

Lightly snoring and ignoring your surroundings despite the heavy footfalls approaching. Not noticing a single thing as a towering figure emerged from the rapidly darkening forest around you, not until a sharp pain in the middle of your scalp made you jump.

Even through blurry eyes, you could see just how massive the figure was, not even scrambling back would allow you to look up at it properly.

You've never seen a troll this big before...

Despite the initial shock, despite your reaction, he bent over awkwardly in front of you, reaching out slightly.

"You okay?" His voice was deep, gravely but his Human was broken, to say the least, "Not hurt? Lost?"

Swallowing the dry lump in throat, half nerves half waking throat, "Y-yeah. I'm okay. And lost, I don't-"

You blinked several times at the outstretched hand, it was clear how gentle he was trying to be.

"Me help." He grunted, nearly lifting you off the ground, "Come."

He... wasn't giving you a choice. He wouldn't let go of your hand as he trudged through the forest. Sure, he was able to break through most of the foliage in your way, but you had to trot just to keep up! And while you were still so damned tired too...

But you couldn't help whining as he tugged you along. It felt like your arm was going to pop out of socket, each second left your shoulder feeling worse and worse. You felt yourself counting footsteps as a distraction... anything to get your mind off your exhaustion and possible injury.

Though just as you were going to speak up, he stopped. Rubbing your arm, squeezing your own shoulder as you looked around; realizing you were in a cave of some sort, likely his. It left an awkward feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Not that you were against monster fuckers, being one yourself; but you weren't on this mountain looking for a date. Let alone being almost forcibly abducted into someone's home for god only knows what.

Though that might just be the stress of the day talking.

Before you could fully gather your thoughts, the mountain troll you'd followed had lit a fire. He turned to you, gesturing to the fire repeatedly. You couldn't make out the expression on his face, but you didn't feel as if he had any kind of malicious intent. Yet you still frowned, slightly confused as you moved closer to the fire; checking over your shoulder before sitting near the fire.

That seemed to be what he wanted though, turning on his heel to do... something. You just turned to the fire, nothing was off as far as you could tell so there was no reason to watch him. Though it was weird how little he tried talking to you, even as you considered that he just wasn't confident in his Human.

Or that he was just that isolated...

Either were complete options, ones that you weren't entirely equipped to think through right now. The short nap in the middle of the mountain forest did very little to combat your emotional and physical exhaustion. Propping yourself up with one leg, you could feel the gentle tug of sleep on your eyelids as you gazed into the fire.

But before you could get too comfortable, there was a large clank very close to you. Jolting with your eyes flying wide open, the mountain troll had set a large cauldron over the fire. It was a giant, tall legged cauldron that hovered nicely over the fire. Somehow he had the vessel mostly filled before he moved it over the fire and curiosity got the better of you.

Leaning over on your toes to see what was even in there, you barely registered how the top of your head was just under his fifth rib. But before you could get a good look at the contents of the cauldron, the troll lifted you by the shoulders, placing you a couple feet away from the fire.

"Not safe." He grunted, "Stay back."

"I was just trying to see what was in the pot." You blurted without thinking, "I'm not used to seeing monsters cook like this. Most of them stick to roasting everything."

It took a few seconds for your brain to catch up as you and the troll slow blinked at each other.

"Not that I'm judging." You continued, "I just wasn't expecting something like this."

"What?" He tilted his head, "Uh... say? What say?"

"Oh... uh... nothing." You looked away, "Not important."

He really didn't understand Human at all. At least not enough to carry on a conversation. Despite that, he continued tossing vegetables into the cauldron. All you could do was watch as he prepped whatever he was cooking, it had to be soup given how late it was. If it was stew of some sort then you were in a little trouble. At least if he intended for you to stick around for the result...

But you had to be patient. That was the easiest part somehow, given how he wasn't paying much attention to you at all. Only enough to keep you from harm it seemed. And so you made it a little easier for him as well, sitting back down at a safe distance and propping up one leg. Once again nodding off to the soft sounds of someone cooking.

And once again being woken up just before you were fully asleep; prodded awake and being offered a bowl of soup. It took you a few seconds to blink yourself awake enough to accept it, though it did smell quite good. Tasted good too as you sipped the broth, having no utensils made it nearly impossible to eat the veggies without biting the edge of the bowl. As awkward as it felt, you noticed your troll companion doing the exact same.

It was peaceful, especially since he wasn't doing anything to make a move on you. The only thing he did was keep offering you soup, though you were full after the first bowl. Though you were still concerned about your inability to communicate with him effectively, that could become a serious problem by morning.

"Stay... uh night?" He gestured forcibly, pointing at the ground, "Not safe" as he pointed outside.

"I know." You nodded, "I will need to leave in the morning."

While you struggled to gesture what you were saying, he seemed to understand a little. Though he still tugged you over to a corner of the cave, clearly his bed. Not accepting any form of protest, insisting on you laying next to him. The first thing you desperately wanted to get away from, yet it too was harmless. While he was cuddling you, it was purely innocent. His gangly arms wrapped loosely around you, almost as a protective measure.

It surprised you how easy it was to fall asleep after everything.

[bonbonly]

i just binge read your collegeau! and omg am i obsessed with collegeau!lando? omg yes!! the way he would eat your out for HOURS (we're talking about the whole NIGHT) while not letting you cum because you said shit about him again

he would finger you while saying the meanest and dirtiest stuff just to make you dripping wet and not allow you to cum until the sun shines <3

and even after that, he makes you cum three times, back to back, before he even lets you rest, the overstim goes hard

btw this is my first time slidding here and i have been obsessed, really

— (maybe? idk if any anon used that) 🍡 anon

first of all welcome!!! im so happy you're here and ofc you can use the 🍡 anon!!!

you literally got it down with the mean and dirty talk, stop he really would be so mean wouldn't he? especially if you're trying to use a flimsy excuse to get back to your dorm or to study and he's just pinning you down with his arms, biting your inner thigh with your cum dripping down his chin.

"you're not going anywhere until i say im done with you slut, so shut the fuck up and take what i give you..."

its 8:56 am for me btw... not even god can save my soul anymore

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Turns out Lucifer didn't hate farming..... He hated when the followers would come over and he just wanted use them as fertilizer but that was to be expected.

He was actually sweating!? It was weird and he didn't like it, it made him smell bad. So he went down to the stream and cleaned himself up. Without magic those crops would take days or weeks to grow. And he would tend to them in the meantime.

When that Angel guy tried to give him a bowl of poop he dumped it on the guys head. Fuck him.

Lucifer got back to the tent and he felt weird, weaker than normal and he didn't know why. He sat down on the bed and looked at his hands, what was wrong with him.

Was he dying!? Was this what dying felt like? He started to panic and he didn't even notice Adam when he came in.

Adam: Woah, what's wrong?

Lucifer was shaking and he didn't know what to do. Adam went over, the poor guy looked so tired.

Lucifer: The fuck is wrong with me!?

Adam pulled him into his chest: You're just tired.

Lucifer: Tired!?

God's don't get tired, they only sleep to pass the time not to collect energy for the next day.

Adam: Yeah.... You've been working all day. You used all your energy.

Thinking about how that worked for himself was giving Lucifer a headache: B-But I-I-I

Adam: Shhh, it's okay.

He moved Lucifer up the bed and they laid down with Adams holding him. Lucifer felt so small and he hated it and he felt weak.....

Lucifer closed his eyes and he didn't make a comment when Adam pressed a kiss to his forehead. His face was in Adam's chest, the cult leader's arms were around his thin waist.

He'll blame himself for being tired but..... He held onto Adam, his soft wool felt nice. Lucifer wouldn't let himself cry at the loss of his old life, he did this to himself in a way.

Adam looked down at him and smiled, Lucifer looked so cute nuzzled there and trying to sleep.

✨Cult of Adam✨

@beef-brisket

Adam was being led to his demise, it was a known thing that the bishops demanded a sacrifice for their loyalty. And a lamb was the most common.

Being the last of his kind, Adam not only feared for his life but for the lives of those who would die after him to please these so called gods.

A figure wearing a cloak brought him before the four bishops.

Alastor of Darkwood.

Vox of Anura.

Velvette of Anchor Deep.

And Nifty of Silks Cradle.

There had been rumors of a fifth god.... But no one knows what happened to him.

Alastor: Fine day, let us bring this lamb to slaughter.

The others agreed and Adam shook with fear, his head placed on the chopping block.

Then all went black......

Then he was in a very bright place, was this heaven?

A chuckle could be heard and turning there was a man with snake features who was chained down.

Lucifer: I am Lucifer, the true ruler of the land. I wish to give you an opportunity to not only help me escape my prison but to enact revenge on those who looked down on you and slaughtered you for nothing.

Adam: Really?

Lucifer: Yes, all I ask in return is that you start a cult in my name. I'll give you my crown to tap into my power.

The golden crown floating above Lucifer's head glowed, an eye on the middle.

Adam: I accept.

Lucifer grinned: I thought you might.

The crown floated over and was placed on Adam's head.

And then he woke up back in the land of the living, feeling power like no other.

[pawsnifferpup]

if you have a transfem lover I do not even know how to begin to explain how important it is that you touch her without her having to ask

[asgardian--angels]

Scene Breakdown: What Actually Happened Atop the Hexgates

Hi everyone, this has been bugging me literally since I watched the finale for the first time three months ago and I've been trying to put the pieces together ever since. I still have a lot of questions about the metaphysics of hextech and the alternate timelines (Mage Viktor you frustrate me!!), BUT, setting those aside for the time being, I wanted to break down that final climactic scene atop the hexgates so we can see what actually occurred. A lot happens very quickly, with multiple key elements interacting - Viktor (i.e., the hexcore), the anomaly, the z-drive, and the runestone. This is my best attempt to make sense of it, and I'd appreciate your own theories and feedback! It is rather long but has plenty of pictures.

So, the first very important element to examine is the anomaly - in particular, what Viktor's doing with it and why it acts the way it does in this scene. I still have a great deal of questions about that first point, that is, what role it's playing in the Glorious Evolution, because it's really not super clear. But, as it pertains to what we see in this scene, Viktor says the following -

"The sublime intersection of order and chaos."

Hextech is engineered order, wild runes/anomalies are organic chaos. Both are apparently needed to carry out the Evolution - while Viktor on his own with the hexcore can Evolve individuals, for some reason (help me out here) the anomaly allows him to extend his power and will. I won't say a whole lot on this as it's not super pertinent - but I still intensely question why in the ruined timeline, we see only some Evolved (likely only those who had mind-strings) while the rest of the population just got anomaly-blasted (I refrain from calling it hexcorized as many do, because it literally isn't - it's the corruption we see from the anomaly) and just, Pompeii'd in place. But I digress.

In the hexheart, Viktor frees the anomaly from its chamber, instead moving it to a containment field in his hexcorized staff.

The anomaly hypothetically can only exist in conjunction with the hexgates, or more broadly, concentrated runic activity that wears thin the wall between the material world and the arcane (thus the hexcore may fit this also). It would not persist outside of these conditions. Thus, Viktor keeps it stable in this hexcore force field, allowing him to safely transport it up the gravity chute of the hexgate.

I haven't seen it mentioned before but I don't think Viktor in his Evolved form can actually fly - he appears to rely on the gravity field generated by activating the hexgate gemstone mesh. This creates a concentrated beam that travels up the length of the chute, and we're going to assume here, atop the hexgates as well, in a very narrow field - where Viktor and the anomaly float but not where Jayce and the Evolved stand. This could be a result of him breaking through the dome or not.

He releases the anomaly, where it floats upwards into the sky along what we can presume is the same gravity field.

Key here is that it is still, somehow, tethered to Viktor. If it leaves the hexcore field, it would implode. It's not shown explicitly what this connection is, but it must be there. It is no longer connected to the hexgates - if it were, it would not implode at the end of this scene. It is solely tied to Viktor now.

One thing that remains unclear to me is whether Viktor intended to use the energy of the hexgates to power himself/the anomaly. The concentration of the energy into a vertical beam is stated by Jayce earlier in 2x03, but we never see this - either Viktor was stopped before it could get that far, or it's unrelated and has no bearing here.

The next element here is the z-drive (or inverse anomaly).

There's been plenty of theorizing and speculation about the z-drive, as it was created from inverting the acceleration rune, thus controlling time rather than space. (It is not abundantly clear to me how the anomaly made the jump from a 4-second time travel machine to a reality-hopper thanks to some mysterious tinkering from Heimerdinger... but let's ignore that here). But its role in this scene is actually less than it may seem.

The primary consequence of Ekko launching the unstable z-drive at Viktor is that blasts what I'm calling a time-hole in Viktor's armor (physical, emotional...). This allows Jayce to get through to him where he'd otherwise be impenetrable - yeah yeah, the cosmic yaoi, we've all seen it.

The z-drive does not destructively interact with any other element in this scene - not the anomaly, nor the rune. Just Viktor/the hexcore.

It actually breaks Viktor's staff into pieces, which is a neat detail though I'm not sure it has any impact on events.

It's easy to think that the two anomalies canceled each other out - but that is not what happens, as we'll see. While I don't have a perfect screencap for it, after watching this scene a few dozen times, I can tell you that the rotating cloud cover concealing the anomaly does not change during the z-drive explosion. Those bursts of corruption we see in the above shot are what the anomaly's been doing the whole time. The two anomalies do not affect each other.

The time stop we see during this explosion could either be a visual storytelling effect from the animators (i.e., everything we see actually happens in a split second but time works differently in the astral plane) or the explosion of the z-drive actually creates an isolated time bubble around the top of the hexgates. It is not clear which is true. I'm inclined to believe the former.

That brings us to the runestone, the most complicated element.

The runestone has been embedded in Jayce's body by Mage Viktor, complete with anomaly corruption webbing. Mage Viktor's ultimate plan here is still largely a mystery (and it keeps me up at night). But I maintain, purely speculative, that he did this for a dual purpose - the runestone is now linked in some way to that ruined timeline/with that timeline's anomaly; it glows whenever Jayce activated the alt-hammer, which was able to hurt Viktor (perhaps it was the only thing that could?).

But, relevant here, it appears to act as a pre-programmed set of runic instructions to be read, interpreted, and executed by the hexcore inside Viktor. It activates when placed into Viktor's spectral body, anomaly corruption traveling up his arm. This triggers hundreds of copies of the acceleration rune to burst outwards which frees the souls of the Evolved from their bodies.

These souls travel in the astral plane into a swirling mass that close in on the rune.

We never actually see the souls go into the rune, although we are shown beams of blue light being gathered into the rune on Jayce's wrist, which could potentially be the souls though it could also just be energy/a sign of the rune activation. It's highly unlikely the souls went anywhere else even though visually at times it looks like they're floating near the z-drive - it would make no sense for them to go into either anomaly as those are both about to explode, and it was the rune that beckoned them in the first place. They could just be 'freed' to disperse into the aether, but, ehh, that does not appear to be what's happening based on the visuals.

Most of the souls are sucked into the rune before the spell runs its course and interacts with Jayce and Viktor. The last remaining appear to go with them.

So here's where it all comes together, and everything happens very quickly.

We have the anomaly, in the sky, tethered to Viktor & the hexcore. The z-drive is mid-explosion. The rune is now running its course.

This is what happens in quick succession, in order:

The rune sucks in Jayce, Viktor, and the z-drive explosion.

It's hard to capture in a screencap, but yes, the rune takes the z-drive explosion with it.

2. The shockwave of the z-drive explosion, which had been in progress before it was sucked into the rune, throws everyone back. However, since the explosion is gone, Ekko and others are unharmed. The soulless drones are ragdolled around.

3. The anomaly, no longer connected to the hexcore, becomes immediately unstable and collapses, imploding, which sends a shockwave outwards from the top of the hexgates (both screencaps are of this moment).

Now, I am a wholehearted believer that Jayce and Viktor were teleported elsewhere, and there's plenty of speculation posts both here and on twitter that lay out evidence for why it's likely.

I'll just mention that besides the fact that the blue flicker at the end of the rune's disappearance perfectly matches that of the other example we see of it being used - by Mage Viktor saving young Jayce - it also glitches out:

What does this mean? Potential reality-hopping? Anomaly influence to say the least, perhaps caused by the z-drive explosion interacting with it. I personally don't see why Mage Viktor would embed a pre-set teleportation rune into Jayce's wrist to give to Viktor without the intention of, yknow, teleporting them, especially if freeing the souls was an intended part of his plan. But we may never know.

So there you have it. The play-by-play. The anomaly needs the hexcore and imploded when the connection broke. The z-drive did not cause the anomaly to implode, its only narrative purpose here was to give Jayce the precious moments to reach Viktor. The hexcore is hypothetically still part of Viktor, and we have no idea if getting his face blasted open would be fatal for Evolved Viktor's body were they to get spat out somewhere, nor whether the z-drive would also explode in their faces or just fizzle out in the arcane. Many questions remain, but I hope this clarifies at least the technical aspects of what actually went down atop the hexgates.

Thanks for reading, and please let me know your own theories!

[slayerdurge]

the brainrot is telling me to do an evil karlach origin play through

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Sebastian held up his hands as if in surrender, then tucked them behind his back. “Let us begin.” Varric paced around the billiards table, tracing the wooden rim with his finger, until the green-felt table stood between himself and Sebastian. In her mind’s eye, Cassandra could see the topography of the Free Marches lying between them. You’re shaking the chessboard, Bull had said. Cassandra’s hands tightened on the smooth wooden cue.

ongoing great cassarric fic (A Marriage of Inconvenience) by @thisauthorisscreaming

[threegoldfish]

Did... Did Marc just see something happening on those features there? Did he just--- did he just spot a kind of reaction that makes his heart miss a beat again, that could be - that... that perhaps---

No. No, he must be mistaken. Steven wouldn't appear disappointed almost, just because Marc had pulled his hand back from his face, right? He wouldn't... he wouldn't gaze at Marc with longing in his pretty eyes, as if he'd wanted something else to happen - as if he'd wanted, asked, demanded Marc to---

Swallowing, with his damn heart beating so fast that Marc thinks it's about to break free of his stupid rib cage, he blinks - once, twice - then inhales, exhales that breath from between slightly parted lips.

While he certainly is not an expert when it comes to reading social clues, he's also not completely helpless. He's usually pretty okay at determining whether someone is mad, sad, happy, all of that; So part of him is actually quite sure that there had been something happening within Steven's eyes, the way he'd opened his lips and stared at him... just so... just so obvious in one way...

But. No. No, it can't be. Marc definitely's seeing ghosts here, just because he wants to see them! Yeah, that must be it. Perhaps Steven feels super fucking uncomfortable, actually, and Marc is just... projecting the impossible onto the poor guy. Yeah, he shouldn't have touched him like this, shouldn't have cupped his jaw like they were about to---

"...Mhm." The sound is forced out from burning lungs, with Marc looking to the side, suddenly very interested in whatever surrounds them. "Y-yeah, give him a bag of... dunno, bird feed or something - seeds and stuff, because he's a bird." ...A sad attempt at a joke that doesn't even manage to be voiced as such when the syllables leave Marc's lips in the first place, with him clearing his throat as he slowly pulls his other hand away from Steven's back.

He hates it. He wants to keep touching him but god, no, what if that would only make it worse and Steven will find him dusgusting, leave him now that he has his own body; Finally take the chance to escape so he never has to hear of Marc ever again---

Fuck. He would do anything to make Steven stay, to keep them together in one way or another. He didn't think this through: Because yes, the most important person in his life could now just... disappear. Without leaving a single trace. Tell Marc to go away while flipping him off, pack his bags and... do whatever he wants to do.

There's no need for Steven to stay anymore, and so the risk of losing him is amplified by a tenfold at least. It eats away on Marc all of a sudden, deep bites and gnaws on his bones and flesh, sends an uncomfortable shiver down his spine...

Again, he clears his throat. Gaze falling to his own knees, still covered by the thick blanket and comforter. His fingers dig into it then, as if he wants to rumple it up just to smooth out the creases again - needing to do something here, anything, appear cool and nonchalant.

He chuckles, but it doesn't really sound sincere. Just as weird and odd as Steven's own does.

"Man, what a... what a day. I could... I could go for something to drink. Y-yeah, maybe we should--- water. Have some water. Does your throat also feel as dry as the damn Sahara desert? I swear, whatever Khonshu did, he sucked the moisture right out of me---"

Scrambling, Marc swings his legs over the edge of the mattress, naked feet coming in contact with the wooden floor.

Really, it was quite the. . intimate position they'd found themselves sin, wasn't it? At the very least to the point that if Steven were a passerby -- a pair of unbiased eyes looking in on a scene he was not meant to see, well. He'd assume quite a few things, actually, seeing how they looked in that moment. Close, cradling one another's faces. . However Steven wasn't a pair of eyes looking in. He was experiencing it first-hand, and the whole ' heat of the moment ' nonsense kind of obscured his thought processing here. Didn't allow him to stop and think of implications when he smiled right back at the other. Felt the bubbling need to laugh, make some kind of giddy sound just because, well, how could he not? He didn't. Thankfully so, as Marc's voice dipped into that more serious baritone of his. Not deathly serious, but adamant. Persistent. Like he needed Steven to hear his words and believe them. Steven had never been one to really dog on himself, no, but he certainly lacked some confidence in. . specific areas of life. Fumbled his bag one too many times, as some might say. Yet with Marc's hand shifting, his hold shifting to — cup along Steven's jaw, hold him there, meet his eyes. Near black-to-black as it happened. You're good the way you are, Steven. You're. . It lingered. It balanced in the air in a manner that made him feel as if he needed to hold his breath until it was over. Trapped up in his chest until it all rushed out when he finally spoke up. Only, Steven's voice wasn't much more than a mutter between them, wide eyes scanning, back and forth. Trying to read, trying to figure out what that expression was and why on earth it sent his pulse into a damned flurry all of a sudden. "I-I'm. . ?" Would Marc finish? Did he want Marc to? He. . yeah, he did. He wanted to know what was trapped in that mind. Maybe it was his own fault, getting whisked away in the moment. Lips barely parted, watching, observing. He could swear there was one small shift forward, and Steven. . didn't think twice about it. Instinct, a sudden rush of what might be mild adrenaline, or a mini heart attack if his thumping organ had any say in it — Then the moment broke. Marc looked like a deer in headlight. Like someone caught doing something — wrong. The warmth of touch gone and a chill replacing it in a manner that had Steven shuddering and twitching a few inches back. It felt. . Well. Awful. Like a heaviness in his chest all of a sudden. Which was truly absurd, wasn't it? What had he been hoping for? And where on earth had that hope come from, all of a sudden? What had he expected in that moment. . no, of course not. Gods, what was he even thinking. . A sleeve covered palm finally got pulled away, Steven looking at his own hand as if he wanted to apologize just the same as Marc had, all of a sudden. As if offering that touch had somehow been what caused this whole spiral. Put that hard-to-read expression on Marc's face when the other realized just how close they'd gotten. He hears the words spoken, takes a moment to process, and in turn gives something of a nervous laughter himself while large, dark eyes look here there and everywhere. "Right — right, yeah, it's a real, uh. . nutty thing, innit? That bird got something right! Feels pretty damn rare of him, if you ask me. I'd say we offer him a fruit basket, or something, but really — can gods even eat? Ancient gods, at that!" Ramble for ramble, it would seem. Anything to get his mind off the sudden realization that he. . he had wanted — in that moment he had wanted Marc to. . bloody hell. where had that feeling even come from. . ?