#but i like how it's going so far

[k3yreviewer25]

WOE ARO CTUBBO FICLET BE UPON YE

fair warning, this contains referenced / implied sex, so take that into consideration 👍

(planning on adding more to this eventually but I'm busy with gift exchange stuff rn so this is it for now)

There were a lot of moments in Tubbo's life when he asked himself, "How did it come to this?"

Jolting awake on his cot in Pogtopia, face still searing and hot to the touch.

Staring down from the top of a wall as his best friend was dragged away from their home.

Staring up at a tower that stretched too far up to see the top, a tower that meant that his best friend was really and truly gone.

Blinking back to awareness on an elevator descending into the depths of a mountain.

Hovering a shaky hand over a button. The button. Their final solution.

But this was the first time it wasn't just a moment. There was no urgency, no threat cutting short his thoughts. He could give himself the time he needed to contemplate, to trace back every thread that had led him here.

To sitting in bed, so late that it was looping around to being early, watching the steady rise and fall of Ranboo's chest as they sleep.

He can't pinpoint exactly when this moment had become inevitable. Was it when Ranboo had put a tentative hand on Tubbo's thigh? Or when Tubbo had messaged them to come over in the first place? Maybe it hadn't even started here. Maybe it'd started in whatever timeline they'd first met. Maybe this had just been an accumulation of every moment they'd shared in all those previous timelines. Some kind of magnet drawing them back to each over and over again.

Ranboo had asked him once if he believed in soulmates, in another timeline. Pretty similar circumstances to where they were now. Ranboo's eyes had been glazed over and their breath choppy as they wheezed out the question, and Tubbo had been too exhausted to think about it properly.

"Yeah, sure, I reckon so." He didn't, not in the slightest, but it wasn't like it was a real question. Just one of those ones that people asked when they were playing at being romantic. If there was one thing Tubbo was great at, it was playing along. "What about you?"

"I do now." Tubbo couldn't help giggling. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing, you're just- you're really cute, dude."

Then it was Ranboo's turn to laugh breathlessly. "You're really just gonna call me 'dude' after that?"

"Oh, sorry sweetie." The pet name felt awkward in his mouth. He hoped Ranboo hadn't sensed that. "My pookie poo."

"Okay, maybe we can workshop that a little bit."

"Mm-hm." Not now, though. Now was the time for sleeping. Tubbo rolled over to rest his head on Ranboo's chest, right next to a scar that ran down the center of it. He'd been there for that one, watched as Ranboo lost their second life to a sword bursting through their back. And now they were both here. Together and safe, even though that always seemed an impossible dream on this server.

And it was, in the end. That timeline had been reset, just like so many before and after it. Ranboo doesn't have that scar now. They've only lost one life and it'd been to an arrow. The scar from it shines faintly on their throat, nearly hidden by the marks Tubbo had left on it.

This won't end like last time. It has to last. Dream XD was sealed away. They'd broken out of the loop. Things are finally beginning to settle into a sense of normalcy, even if some of the pieces are missing. If Tubbo has to go through losing and forgetting everyone and everything he knows all over again, he'll go crazy.

And all things considered, it isn't the worst timeline they could've ended on. He and Ranboo have both only lost a single life. Tommy, through some miracle, still has all three of his lives. Nobody's unearthed the Egg yet. There's no big villains or conflicts looming on the horizon.

It's a starting point. Albeit an imperfect one, but still. They can figure it out.

"Tubbo?" He startles, eyes flicking up to meet Ranboo's. How long have they been awake? "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just not really tired tonight." He doesn't need to bother Ranboo with the rest of it. "You can go back to sleep."

Of course Ranboo doesn't do that, because they're too much of a sweetheart for their own good. They sit up, the blanket slipping down to bunch around their hips, and Tubbo doesn't even bother with trying to be subtle about staring.

"A copper for your thoughts?"

Tubbo opens his mouth. Immediately snaps it shut again.

He could lie again. Tell Ranboo that it's nothing serious. Tell them that it's nothing a distraction wouldn't fix. It's a constant across the timelines that the two of them lie to each other, or at the very least omit some truths.

"Do you still believe in soulmates?" It falls out of his mouth before he can catch it.

"Um, yeah, I- I guess so." Ranboo rests their cheek on their palm, tail waving idly behind them. "Why do you ask?"

Tubbo shrugs. "I dunno. Just been thinking about it recently. You know, about all the other timelines, I guess. Like free will and all that."

"Oh, that's, um, some heavy stuff for four in the morning."

"Good thing I'm buff as hell then," Tubbo grins, flexing a bicep at Ranboo. "You wouldn't even believe how heavy my thoughts can get."

Only after he says it does he realize how close that is to an admission. It sounds like how Tommy talks about his own issues. Maybe he's starting to rub off on Tubbo. Next thing you know, Tubbo'll be going to therapy too.

Scooting a little closer, Ranboo presses a kiss to his arm. "Well, hey, if those thoughts ever, you know, get too heavy, I can help lighten the load."

They're teetering on the edge of something here, something more sincere and emotional than Tubbo has the bandwidth for at the moment. "You saying you wanna take my load, bossman? Cause there's still a couple hours before sunrise."

The flush that instantly spreads on Ranboo's face makes the redirection so, so worth it. "N-no, I mean- Well, yeah- I mean, if you want to-"

He cuts himself short as Tubbo slips a hand under the blanket. "Mm-hm?"

With a full body shudder and a deep sigh, Ranboo drapes himself over Tubbo's shoulder. "Mm-hm…"

Tubbo grins and pushes them down.

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[hinamie]

I'll rip in hands and teeth and take a bite

[egophiliac]

still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)

anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)

[bloominglegumes]

i love normal guys doomed by the narrative

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 40-43)

* I didn't know the lab could look so creepy...

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Have you seen my little lad?

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[demigods-posts]

walker being so much taller than leah allows for the perfect opportunity for annabeth to be completely baffled at how much percy grew over the last year. imagine annabeth punching that bully in the jaw bc he messed with her friend. only to turn around and be face-to-face with percy's chest. and he's oblivious to her confusion bc he's smitten and happy to see his smart, and pretty, and kind, and strong, and badass best friend. and annabeth is just fuming.

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[lotus-pear]

god i love skk sm i wish gay ppl were real :(

[hellspawnmotel]

epsilons

[electronicmail]

Firefox-official vs electronicmail

Hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

okay come up with a better idea then. firefox-official is gone asshole it’s electronicmail or nothing