#but i wasn't sure if i wanted it to be official

[millilps]

Italian moment fr

so!

"Milli" comes from my first cat. she was a cat my family adopted when I was 3 (2005) and sadly crossed the rainbow bridge in 2019. we grew up together!

in middle school i started watching a lot of youtube (y'know, the classic "undiagnosed neurodivergent kid with no real close friends suddenly finds themselves with insane english skills by watching youtube") and specifically a lot of LPStube. around 2016, in high school, i decided i wanted a channel too, and i needed a mascot for it, and I knew I wanted a cat. so, when I found this LPS boardgame new in box for an affordable price on eBay, I just knew it was a match made in heaven.

why is this relevant, you might ask? see, the mascot choice wasn't random. well, I liked that shorthair, but I also thought - Milli will leave me one day. I want to remember her forever for all she did for me. and so, the gray shorthair cat, or shorthair cat 483 for lps collectors, was officially named Milli and became the mascot of my future channel.

I went through a lot of thinking and doodling and thinking again before finding a good name for the channel. how do you choose a name? should I go with my real name preceded/followed by LPS like LPSHannah? a nickname, maybe? something else entirely, like myLPSpetworld and PawesomeTV? I ended up settling on MilliLPS, mascot name followed by LPS.

after I started my channel I started gaining subscribers and meeting new people, finding new friends, and obviously those friends didn't know my name - they knew me as Milli. and so, I started using MilliLPS as my name everywhere.

I used to have a Tumblr account before this one. I don't remember what it was called, I don't remember anything, I'm pretty sure I never posted anything interesting other than reblogging some MLP art every now and then, but when I made this one I knew I had to call it millilps.

in 2024, after years of having doubts on which fursona was the main (I had a white and blue cat named Umi and a dutchie named Amethyst) i decided to make a new one. one that would match my name. and like that, i had a new fursona, a black cat with white paws, tip of the tail and patch around the left eye.

and now, 2025, 6 years after Milli left this planet and some time (months?) after I found out I am non-binary, I'm here, proudly calling myself Milli, honouring a creature that changed my life, and possibly saved it too.

Tagging @lovinglapislazuli @miaowmelodie @jikimo-world @ends-thenbegins @pimpa @donnapalude @joygirlmelii

Tag game🎉

Tag your moots and ask them where they got the idea for their tumblr accounts name!

For my name it was a nickname I was giving back in middleschool! One of our teacher had a system where we worked with 'wifi' eachtime we talked in class we lost a bar of the "wifi" (was a weird joke and we never held count on that) All the kids usually joked if they needed 'wifi' , they would borrow mine if they wanted to talk more. (I was incredibly shy in middle school, I only talked to like 3 people at school;^;)

They called me Ms. Wifi because of that. I just thought it would be funny if I put 'miss' instead of 'ms' because of my terrible actual wifi connection I have at home lol.

That's my story! Now moots, only if you guys want to, tell us your story.

Tags-> @slipping-lately @firequeenofficial @noagskryf @twinklstarrrr @halfbakedspuds @polterwasteist @rokushi-san @mygedagtes +anyone that sees this and wants to do this as well

[heeikeuu]

In Your Embrace Is My Solitude

» how lads men comfort you during a panic attack

» pairing – lads x fem!reader

» genre – fluff, comfort, romance

» warnings – blood, panic attacks, teeny tiny angst, violence (please let me know if I missed anything)

note: my first official lads fic! Sorry for any typos in advance, enjoy!

ZAYNE:

Returning from a rough mission, you were badly injured and needed to attend to your wounds immediately. However you couldn't stop thinking about how you childishly fought with your fiance this morning because he kept telling you to not go alone on this mission but you argued back that you weren't a little girl and could handle yourself. But those words came to bite you right in the ass as you returned home at 1:30am covered in blood. It was hard to tell if it was mostly your blood or the wanderers. You weakly made your way to the hallway. You were nervous to face Zayne because you didn't want to burden your already tired and hard-working fiance, knowing he already does so much for you. What you didn't know is that he was sitting in the living room, worried sick, waiting for you. Your body froze seeing him. He looked at you and felt his heart drop. He instantly made his way to you, "What happened? Darling, are you alright? Why are you covered in blood?" His questions were rushing, but you could barely hear him anymore. Your anxiety spiked up further as you buried your face in his warmth. Zayne wasn't sure if he should hold you or not because he didn't want to make your injuries worse, but then he heard faint sobs and "I'm sorrys." Leave your lips. His heart ached, but he held back his tongue from scolding you. Instead, he gently inspected your body and held you. Your knees felt weak, and so did your entire body. Before you could collapse, Zayne carried you to the bedroom to care for your wounds and clean you up. Your body was still shaking as he wiped off the blood. Though Zayne wasn't a man of many words, he gently held your hand, "Next time, I'll be more careful, I'm sorry." You told him sincerely, "there is no need to apologize, darling. There will be no next time, I won't let you get hurt like this ever again."

SYLUS:

The night was very lively. You would argue too lively as the air felt stuffy. You had agreed to attend a charity event with your lover. However, you underestimated just how well known he would be during this event. You felt very uneasy, like eyes were on you almost as if they were trying to cut through the depths of your soul. Feeling your ears ringing as you were spacing out without realize. Suddenly, you felt a warm hand hold your own which was clamy, looking up you notice it was Sylus, he looked at you knowingly with a soft gaze and squeezed your hand twice, asking you if you're okay. You didn't want to ruin the night, so you simply nodded and flashed the best fake smile you could muster up, but he wasn't convinced. Pulling you towards his chest, he whispers to you, "Honey, if you're not feeling, we can always go home. There is no pressure to stay here, and I'm not going anywhere." His words eased your heart, making you calm down a bit more. Looking up at him, you no longer wanted to protest. Scared to use your voice, you just nodded again. He gently yet with a firm grip took your hand again and led you to his car to go home. His job was done for the night, and his wife was his top priority no matter what.

CALEB:

Waking up from a nightmare, you felt your sweaty body shake as you were trying to process that it wasn't real. Your hand instinctively reached out to your right side, expecting to feel your boyfriend next to you. However, you don't. You felt your anxiety spike up even more. You hadn't even bothered to check your phone or the time. You quickly got up from your shared bed and went to look for Caleb. You looked everywhere and couldn't find him. Tears flooded your vision further, scared that something happened to him like it did in your nightmare. What if he got into a fight with wanderers like the ones in you saw, you started pacing, heart pounding, hyperventilating now with tears streaming down your face because you remember the last thing you said to your boyfriend was that you couldn't promise to live a 100 years with him. After 2 minutes passed, you didn't seem to notice the soft click of the apartment door opening and closing, caleb came into view. Shocked at your state. Without hesitation, he immediately set down the groceries he got to make breakfast for you on the ground and ran up to check on you. Your body froze once you saw him and immediately ran into his arms. He held you protectively, "shhhh, I'm here, angel. Look at me, yeah?" He spoke ever so gently as he held your face in his hands. Looking at him, through your blurred vision, you see him kiss your tears away, his warmth a sharp contrast to how cold your body felt. "Do you want a distraction or a hug, angel?" He asked carefully, "a hug," you whispered. He held you until you calmed down and soon made you both breakfast to eat as it was 6am.

XAVIER:

You didn't mean to, but you had been spacing out too often today. You felt uneasy and kept trying to distract yourself however you could. You and Xavier were cuddling on the couch, watching old films together, but as Xavier was talking to you and explaining the movie's plot, you kept absentmindedly nodding. He eventually caught on and grabbed your chin, making you face him. "What's wrong, starlight? You've been out of it since this morning," He asked sweetly while carefully observing your body language. He noticed. He saw the way your eyes got ever so glossy, how your hands were sweaty, your fast heartbeat, and how you tried to discreetly stop your legs from shaking. You tried to speak but kept stuttering, "deep breaths, slowly." He talked you through it while holding your cheek with one hand and your waist with the other, bringing impossibly closer to him. You had trouble controlling your mind and often had panic attacks due to your intrusive thoughts. They always came unexpectedly and you couldn't stop them. You had been suppressing your feelings since this morning, but you ended up breaking down in front of your boyfriend. Tears were streaming down your face, "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today," you voice muffled as he brought you to his chest, softly petting your hair and rocking back and forth with you in his arms. "It's okay, starlight. I'm not mad, I won't go anywhere, and yes I made sure to turn off the stove earlier" he joked at the last part making you giggle softly at his attempt to make you smile. You stayed like that for a while, feeling whole and safe in his arms.

RAFAYEL:

You were out with your friends having a great time after not seeing them for a long time, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of someone's piercing gaze on you. You brushed it off a few times. It's probably nothing, you thought to yourself as you excused yourself to the bathroom to wash up. Your heels clicking, but you were on high alert of your surroundings. Too high that you got lost in your mind, "going somewhere, miss?" An eerie voice spoke, flinching slightly. You look up and notice a strange man looking at you like you were deer caught in his trap. His smile got wider as he stepped closer to you. Shit what do I do, I don't have my weapons on me, you notice he had a knife, trapped between his large body, you felt your body and mind panic, you felt the cold dagger pressed closer to your pulse point drawing some blood in its awake. You tried to rack your brain on how to escape this situation swiftly, "You tell that lousy boyfriend of yours to not meddle in my business," the man threatened with a crazy look in his eyes. Rafayel? As if on que, your thoughts came to a halt as you heard his voice, the next few seconds were all a blur as you saw the man being pinned against the hallway walls with a deadly grip, "touching a woman without permission is a lousy move," Rafayel's voice said mockingly, "but touching my woman without her permission is a death wish." He spoke as the man cried in fear apologizing again and again. Rafayel wasn't having any of it. He threw the man onto the ground roughly before his gaze softened as he turned to look at you. Holding you in his arms, "shhh, it's okay, cutie, I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you, yeah?" His tone ever so sweet and soft. Your shaking body slowly calmed down afterward. Part of you knew that if you weren't here right now, that man would've been killed off in cold blood, yet you weren't scared of Rafayel. You knew he could never hurt you or let anyone hurt you.

Special tag; @imaluvsj7

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[minkoq]

🍓 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

Signed with Love

iida tenya; secretary! fem! reader (pro hero au)

warnings: nsfw, pre-relationship, nipple play, big dick tenya, jerking off, lowk subby tenya

part 8 — signed with love; masterlist

your first official date with tenya iida, just the thought made your heart pound faster. you would've never thought that you two would start dating eventually, truth to be told you always had a tiny crush on him. hiding it from him wasn't that hard at first, since he mostly seemed oblivious to your advances, but in the recent weeks it became hard. him not knowing what he even wants from you, but now he does. hopefully.

you were also silently cursing him out in your head, dinner after work? you had no time to get ready, luckily your outfits to work always were cute, since you've always hated the basic grey colour of office workers. prior to leaving the agency you made sure to freshen up your makeup and hair in the bathroom.

"sorry to keep you waiting, i needed to finish a report." his deep voice called out to you as you lifted your head slightly to look into his gentle eyes, he had a sheepish smile on his features. you felt your cheeks heat up, "no worries, i wasn't waiting long."

the date seemed to be going well, the dinner was filled with laughter, you finally had the time to get to know eachother better. iida was looking at you like a lovestruck puppy as you told him about your high-school years and your embarrassing stories, he truly felt lucky to have you in his life.

dinner was over and you both walked out of the restaurant, you still giggling at something that he had said to you earlier. the parking lot was dark and empty since he parked further away. he opened the passenger door of the black car for you, you thanked him and sat into he car as he closed the door softly.

a few seconds later the other door opened and he sat down on the drivers side, the light inside the car was turned on. he turned his head to look at you, it was silent. you knew what look he was giving you. the same one he gave you those few days ago before you were spread out in his car and his face was between your thighs.

you leaned over and kissed him, touching his chest as you leaned further forward. his left hand resting on your waist as his right hand tangled itself into your hair. he returned the kiss gently, his tongue sliding into you desperate mouth.

he leaned his seat back softly as you took it as an opportunity to sit down on his lap. you two continued to make out as now both his hands were on your waist, a soft gasp escaped your lips as his warm hands found their way underneath your shirt. "is this alright?" the blue haired man questioned underneath you, his lidded eyes looked up at you. "yes," you breathed out heavily and connected your lips once more.

his strong hands removed your shirt gently, he smiled gently as he finally got to see you in just a bra, just that sight alone made his length stiffen in his pants. "you're beautiful," he commented breathlessly as he leaned up to kiss your collarbone and neck.

you smiled softly, never in a million years would you have thought that tenya would have sex in his car. twice. but here you were, his strong, gentle hands removing your bra. you bit your lip as you felt the familiar wetness grow between your legs, you grinded down on his forming bulge.

tenya involuntarily bucked his hips up as he fondled your plumpy breasts, he looked so pretty like this. his mouth latching onto your nipple as he looked up at you with these desperate eyes. you moaned as he nibbled gently, a teasing glint in his eyes.

his hands travelled down your back and lifted your skirt up as he continued to suck on your tits, he rubbed your ass that was covered by your panties. you felt him spread your cheeks as he continued to fondle your butt. by now he has switched and was now sucking on your left breast. "shit," you cursed underneath your heavy breathing, he slid your panties to the side.

a gasp escaped your lips when his hand softly touched your wet slit. "how is this?" he asked once again, making sure you're okay the whole way through. you nodded as your mouth hung open, "yeah, good. so good." you bit your lip as his hand rubbed up and down your pussy. he nodded, your hands fumbled with his belt.

he smiled and helped you, taking off his belt and throwing it onto the backseat, he watched in awe as you unzipped his pants and took his heavy cock out. your soft touched to his tip made him twitch in your grasp, "fuck," he cursed softly. he completely forgot that you two were in a parking lot currently, his mind in a haze as your hands kept on touching his fat cock.

"you're so big," you commented and gave it a few strokes, you blushed as you felt your pussy drip down onto his black pants. you gulped softly, then you giggled. "how is it gonna fit?" at that comment tenya snapped out of his haze. his cheeks turning red immediately, "are we gonna have sex right now?" he asked you in a state of shock.

your hands stopped playing with his leaking cock as you looked at him, "do you not want to? it's fine." you reassured him gently and looked down at him, "no! no, i do want to have sex with you.. it's just.." he breathed out and adjusted his glasses, his blush worsening. you slid back into the passenger seat as you looked at him patiently, waiting for him to gather the right words.

"just, i don't have a condom right now. and it's kinda unromantic in the car.. i just can't. i'm sorry." he rambled out and sighed. you frowned softly and reassuringly touched his biceps, you felt how tense he was. "it's fine, no need to apologise." you said softly and kissed his cheek.

you noticed how his cock twitched in happiness at your kiss, he looked at you in embarrassment. "i could help you with your problem, if you want." you suggested softly, no making a move until you received a clear yes from him. he nodded softly, "yes, please."

you kinda loved how submissive he could get, just yesterday he ate you out in the very car. and now he was so shy, you were eating it up. tenya iida was a switch, in a way it definitely made sense.

your right hand wrapped itself around his leaking tip again, squeezing just right as his mouth hung open. you flicked your wrist gently as you stroked his cock, you couldn't even wrap your whole hand around him. he groaned as he subconsciously thrusted up into your fist.

you leaned in to his face and sloppily kissed him, he desperately kissed back as his hands gripped the cloth of his pants. your movements grew a bit quicker as he moaned into the wet kiss, his tip was red and leaking pre-cum, you were still amazed at the sheer size of his cock. so girthy and long, it made your mouth water.

"so good, hm?" you asked him and pulled away from the kiss, he whined pathetically as you removed your lips from his. his glasses laid crooked on his nose, he nodded gently. he adjusted in his seat so he could latch his mouth onto your tits again.

he closed his eyes in delight, your hand stroking his cock as his face was basically covered in the fat of your breasts. your movements grew quicker as he moaned softly, he felt the knot in his stomach build up. he wanted to give you some kinda of warning but it was too late, his sticky cum covered everything in white strings. he moaned as his hips began to stutter, his cum fell onto his shirt, the steering wheel, your hand, and even a bit on his chin.

you cooed softly as you helped him ride out his orgasm, "just like that, yeah. so good." you praised him with a smile, you loved how his eyes fluttered shut and his jaw hung open in overstimulation.

"oh, fuck." tenya moaned out and looked up at you, he was in a daze. he calmed down and looked at the mess he made, he blushed and covered his face. "shit, sorry." he apologised and coughed, "you felt good, don't apologise."

he looked up at you and breathed out heavily, his eyes widened when you licked off his cum from your hand. "mmh," you moaned out softly, "don't lick that!" his heart was pounding heavily, you just giggled in response.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut; "the one where Kon's soulmark is fake". I remembered that, like, SEVERAL of my older WIPs are just a hot mess at the starts of their tags and also realized that I had posted like, very little coherently-connected parts of specifically this one's beginning, for some reason? Despite the fact that I love hurting and being hurt?? Somehow???? TERRIBLE oversight on my part, gang, sorry, here y'all go, enjoyyyyy~ 💙 (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Kon is sort of fucked-up in a lot of ways, but he didn't deliberately get the tattoo. Like–he's not that fucked-up. Hell, even Black Zero wasn't that fucked-up. 

Black Zero's Westfield didn't even give him the tattoo, actually, so maybe that's part of why they had a better relationship than Kon did with his version of the guy. Kon would also have hated the asshole a lot less if not for the tattoo, probably. 

But his Westfield had made damn sure to give it to him.

Kon doesn't remember much before he got broken out of the cloning tube, but he does remember getting the tattoo. It'd taken a really long time, and it'd been the first time he'd ever felt pain. So like, it'd made an impression. 

He hadn't even known what it was for, then. Hadn't even known what it was supposed to be. A brand? A method of identification? Some kind of weird serial number analogue? 

Not so much, it'd turned out. 

Superman's soulmark is a gorgeous Kryptonian sunrise spread out across his chest, bold and bright and beautiful. It looks like the rising truth and the clarity of a new beginning and the very literal physical manifestation of hope. 

And Kon's tattoo looks exactly like it. 

Except for the part where it's obviously just a tattoo, of course. 

Tattoos don't pass for soulmarks, after all, which is the only reason Kon has the damn thing to begin with. Westfield hadn't wanted him to make the mistake of thinking that he was a real person, or to make the mistake of thinking that anyone was ever going to give a fuck about him as the person that he was. He was a clone, an experiment, a weapon, a thing. He didn't have a soul or a soulmate. Didn't have a mark. 

He got over that. Like, it sucks? It really sucks. And he still hates it. But he'd gotten over it. 

Or he'd thought he had, until he'd found out who Superman's soulmate was. 

"What?" Kon says, staring blankly. 

"Dad's my soulmate," Jon repeats, pointing at the Kryptonian sunrise spread out across his chest, brightly illuminated by the noontime sun as they stand on the dock at the edge of a little pond on the outskirts of Smallville. "Why, who's yours? Or don't you know yet? Like, has it not come in?" 

"Clones don't get soulmarks," Kon says, wanting very, very badly to just throw up and die. 

"Huh?" Jon says, looking actually surprised. Kon continues to want to throw up and die. Or maybe bury himself in magma in the center of the planet and stay there 'til he suffocates. "But I thought everybody got soulmarks!" 

"Naw," Kon says instead of fuck you, because the kid's ten and doesn't deserve that. 

"Why not?" Jon asks, because again, he's ten. Ten and apparently as emotionally intelligent as a pudding cup, but whatever. Not like Kon's never had this conversation before. 

Never with Clark's kid who is apparently so much his kid as to be his literal fucking soulmate, which no one ever thought to mention to the stupid shitty clone in the past like four months since Clark had finally admitted to the secret identity that Kon had long since figured out thanks to Hypertime bullshit, but whatever. He only even officially met Jon a couple months ago. 

Probably they all figured it just wasn't his business, he guesses. 

Which–it's not, really. It's not his business. It never has been. 

It's not. 

"I mean, I'm sentient or whatever, but I'm manufactured," Kon tells the kid with a shrug. "Therefore no soul, therefore no soulmate, therefore no soulmark. That's all." 

"You don't have a soul?" Jon asks in bewilderment. 

"Naw," Kon says again, with another shrug. "So like, we gonna swim or what?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah," Jon says, still looking bewildered. 

So they swim. 

Kon, obviously, doesn't take his shirt off for it. 

Jon, mercifully, doesn't ask why. 

It's fun, aside from being the worst afternoon of Kon's life. They fuck around for a couple hours, then fly back to the farm after and mostly dry off on the way, and Clark comes out to meet–well, not them, obviously, but Jon. Jon lights up at the sight of him and throws himself straight into his arms like he's never once had to question whether or not Clark would ever want him there, and Clark smiles down at him like he's the most important person in the world. 

Kon should just count himself lucky that Clark trusts him enough to leave him alone with his kid for more than thirty seconds and be grateful. 

What Kon actually is, of course, is jealous and angry and fucking heartbroken. 

Jon is ten. Kon was manufactured two years ago. Clark had a real kid long before Kon was even a theoretical spark in a scientist's eye. 

And Jon had Clark the whole time Superboy was just desperately hoping that Superman would decide he was worth his attention. Worth the "S". Worth . . . 

When Clark had offered him a name from his family–specifically a name from an adopted member of his family–Kon had been . . . stupid, a little, and thought that it might've been, like . . . another step. Like he'd hoped that Superman even letting his weird stupid clone wear the "S" to begin with might've been.  

He hadn't been a complete idiot or anything. He'd known Clark would never, like–want to keep him around or have him too close or anything. He'd just thought that maybe he'd . . . that someday he might've . . . 

Kon isn't a real person. Like–obviously he's not. It isn't subtle. Hell, he'd have known it even if Westfield hadn't bothered tattooing him with a copy of Clark's mark. And really, he guesses he should be grateful Westfield didn't tattoo his own soulmark on him, whatever it was. 

Just, like, of course he's not Clark's . . . family, or whatever. Of course he's just like that one weird kid from down the street that somebody occasionally invites over out of pity who only learns the family secrets by accident or through osmosis and isn't actually kept in the loop or anything. Kon knows that. 

But watching Jon beam up at his dad and Clark smile down at his son is still making him want to curl up and die right here and now. 

Kon does kind of wonder what it's like to be, like . . . loved, or whatever. 

Everybody always makes it sound really nice. 

"Dinner's about ready," Clark says. "You two mind setting the table?" 

"Sorry, I gotta get going," Kon says instead of admitting he has no idea how to set a fucking table, especially not to whatever Martha Kent's standards are. Cadmus did not actually see fit to educate him on typical household chores and he has very rarely ever sat down at any semblance of a normal family dinner. Like, in Hawaii they all just ate wherever and not even all together half the time, and Cadmus has a cafeteria, and Young Justice just dumps a pile of junk food or takeout on the nearest unoccupied surface and they all just go to town on it like the weird gaggle of semi-superpowered and usually-ravenous teenagers that they are. 

He could look it up on his phone, and he probably will later, but there's no way he's gonna run the risk of getting caught looking it up on his phone. Like–no. Never, thanks. Miss him with that particular little bit of "further proof of being a fake person" humiliation. 

So it's . . . whatever, he guesses. 

"Well, that's alright, we'll just have to catch you another time," Clark says with a polite smile that looks nothing like the one he was just wearing for Jon, and doesn't even fake like he's disappointed or like he's gonna miss him. Because like . . . why would he, after all? 

Kon misses him all the time, but Kon's the pathetic counterfeit of a person with a copy of said person's soulmark tattooed on him. 

"Yeah, sure," Kon says, thinking longingly of suffocating in the center of the planet. 

Sometimes he thinks about what's gonna happen when he finally gets his dumb ass killed and whoever, like, autopsies or embalms him or whatever sees the tattoo. Thinks about what they're gonna think, if they . . . 

Superman's soulmark isn't a secret or anything. Clark's gotten smashed around too often for the suit to have kept it covered all this time. So like, if someone ever saw the tattoo on Kon's chest and didn't know that Cadmus put it there . . . 

Like . . . well. The natural assumption would be that Kon got it on purpose, obviously. That Kon was actually, like, that fucking pathetic and disturbed of a person. 

He never wants anyone to see it. Never wants anyone to know. Never . . . just never. None of it. Ever. 

And Clark will never smile at him like he smiles at Jon, so maybe Clark will just never know about the tattoo either. Maybe that's a thing that Kon can manage. 

He's managed it so far, at least. 

Kon goes back to Cadmus and buries himself in his eternally unmade bed in his cramped little disaster of a room and desperately tries to not be the absolute fucking freak that he is. 

He definitely fails at not being the absolute fucking freak that he is. 

He cries about it for a little bit, like that's something he even has the fucking right to do, and tries so fucking hard to forget how Jon's very real soulmark had looked when he'd stripped his shirt off and bared it so unselfconsciously. Not even deliberately or proudly–just as a simple, inalienable fact. A thing that he knew. A thing he just had. 

Although Kon wouldn't even care about the stupid goddamn mark, if Clark would ever look at him even a little bit like the way he looks at Jon. 

He tries not to think about the way Clark would actually look at him, if he ever found out that Cadmus had tattooed his fucking kid's mark on him. 

Kon's never let himself think too much about Clark's mark, on account of not wanting to torment himself that bad. He'd just vaguely assumed that it was Lois at some point and then just shoved said assumption in a box and drowned it in concrete and made sure to never, ever take his shirt off in front of anyone else or any possible cameras or spy equipment or anything similar. Ever. 

He should've known it wasn't Lois. It's a Kryptonian sunrise. Why would it be Lois? 

If it were Lois, though, Kon wouldn't care this much. If it were Lois, it'd be a romantic mark, and Lois is straight-up gorgeous and a total fucking badass, yeah, but Kon doesn't, like, want her or anything. There's nothing to be jealous of there. 

So of course it's not Lois. Of course it's not romantic. 

It's Jon, and on top of that it's a mark that only actual Kryptonians would ever share. 

It's Clark's real kid. The one he had long before Kon was even a single strand of stolen DNA or a cell in a cloning tube or even a scribbled theoretical on a whiteboard or in somebody's notes. 

The one he actually wants. 

Not for the first time, Kon wishes that prick Westfield weren't too dead to punch. 

And while he's wishing for completely impossible shit that’s never gonna happen, he wishes he could've been able to stay in Smallville for that stupid dinner without fucking embarrassing himself, too.

[basu-shokikita]

skwisface 46?

Ohh, that's a good one!

46. (Kiss) out of envy or jealousy

Murderface tapped his feet with annoyance. It had been, what, two hours? Three hours? Yeah, three hours of this!

Three hours of trying to watch TV, and he just couldn't because two fucking idiots kept mumbling and giggling next to him. Why couldn't they go any other place? Mordhaus was fucking huge, so big that he wasn't even sure how many rooms it actually had. And they decided to be annoying right next to him? When he was just minding his business? Minding his violent news business?

Why was everybody always out to fucking get him?

"Ehem!" Murderface cleared his throat, a distinctive sign for anyone with a shred of class to figure out they needed to quiet down.

A couple of blue eyes laid of him, he could tell. Yet, instead of reading the room, they resumed the chatting moments after.

It wasn't even the good kind of chatting anyway. It was too loud to go unnoticed but too low to understand what they were saying. What was the point of gossiping in the living room if they weren't even going to share?! Dicks!

Murderface side-eyed the guitarists, hoping to cast some kind of divine punishment onto them for the crime of interrupting his leisure time.

Toki was whispering something into Skwisgaar's ear and Skwisgaar laughed, muttering something incomprehensible. They were looking at a magazine though Murderface couldn't tell what it was about from his angle. That only made it more annoying.

What was up with them anyway? Didn't they hate each other or something? Wasn't he Toki's best friend after all? That's what Toki said, it's not like he cared but why get so drunk and emotional about their friendship and then act like Murderface wasn't there just because Skwisgaar existed?!

What was so great about Skwisgaar? Yeah, he was...not bad-looking and he was okay with guitar, so what?! Did that make him better than everyone else? Did that make him superior to the human race? Who did he think he was?! Did he think being attractive gave him a pass to do everything he wanted? To treat Murderface like shit? To steal his best friend?! Well he was going to see!

They were both going to see!

Feeling empowered, Murderface got up and strode towards them. The stupid duo looking up in confusion, which only made him feel better.

"Ha!" He snatched the magazine off Skwisgaar's hands and threw it on Toki's face.

"Aw!" Toki whined from the smack, his face reddened. "Whys you-"

"Eugh!" Skwisgaar flinched when Murderface grabbed him by the cheeks. "Whats the-"

Gracelessly, Murderface smacked their lips together. Skwisgaar did a surprised noise against him while Toki loudly gasped in reaction.

“Heh." He smirked as he wiped his lips. It had lasted less than 3 seconds which officially made it not gay.

Skwisgaar’s jaw had comically dropped, wide eyes gawking at Murderface in disbelief. Total defeat, he observed smugly.

Toki, already red, turned redder and stood up. “And whats the fucks ams your problems?!”

“My problem isch that you guysch wouldn’t schut up scho I had to take the matter into my handsch.” He crossed his arms defiantly.

Skwisgaar was staring at his hands like he had never seen them before, his mouth still open from shock. It almost made Murderface flustered. Was the kiss that good?

Almost, because he wasn't gay.

"Y-You can'ts does thats!" Toki stammered, still mad. "Thats-"

"Schaysch who?" Murderface spat. "He totally liked it!" He pointed at Skwisgaar.

"Huh?" Toki grimaced, then followed Murderface's finger. "Skwisgaar?" He asked, when he saw the guitarist unresponsive.

For some reason, Skwisgaar was laying on the sofa with his eyes closed and hair sprawled all over his face, his body seemingly limp. No matter how many times Toki shook him, he wasn't moving.

"Skwisgaar! Skwisgaar!" Toki sat next to him in a panic. "Oh noes, I think he faints! Helps, Skwisgaars ams dyings!" He yelled at no one in particular and it reminded Murderface of Peanuts.

Satisfied, he left the scene as a couple of Klokateers arrived with a stretcher.

He really was a goddamn good kisser.

[otomiyaa]

Party For Two

Jayce x Viktor

A/N: More for my good ol' 2-part fics where readers choose how the fic continues. No tickles yet in this part but the continuation will have plenty for sure.

Summary: Viktor is stressed about work when Jayce comes into the lab with a bottle of alcohol and the suggestion to have some fun.

It was one of those nights. They had been hitting dead end after dead end in their latest research. On top of that, the Council of Piltover was pulling at Jayce in a way that did not help, keeping him out of the lab every moment they could get, just like they were doing tonight.

Viktor would be lying if he said he didn't mind that Jayce was getting busier lately. Struggling together was definitely better than struggling alone.

He just didn't feel like complaining. If the council needed Jayce, even if it was for silly parties for networking and socializing, who was Viktor to stop him from going?

"Viktor, please. Come with me this time."

He remembered how Jayce had practically begged him to come. But no. One of them abandoning their work to go drinking was bad enough. Council this, council that, Viktor didn't see it was important enough.

On top of that, he didn't even like such events. Jayce had claimed he didn't like them either, but still, that did not stop him from going. Fine then.

"Ugh!" Viktor sighed in frustration and he wiped the blackboard again. He knew that their work always came with ups and downs and yes, their Hextech inventions were already definitely 'getting there', as Mel would say frankly, but it wasn't enough. Maybe all Viktor needed to do right now was turn in for the night and continue tomorrow, less frustrated, less tired.

"I knew it. You're still here."

Viktor froze and turned to see Jayce enter. He sighed in relief, but then shook his head and watched him in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, eyeing him cautiously. Jayce giggled (?) and held up a bottle. Viktor doubted he took that with permission.

"You didn't want to join the party? Thought I'd bring the party to you! A party for two, just you and me. Let's have some fun," Jayce said.

Viktor felt a tingle, but he quickly looked away again to avoid Jayce's gaze. Judging from the way Jayce was walking and talking, he was a little tipsy like he often was after attending events like this. Viktor understood why; as a scientist among officials and whatnot, he would also feel more at ease after a drink or two, which was why he would choose not to attend such occasions.

"This is no time for parties, Jayce," Viktor said firmly, feeling both flustered and slightly annoyed. Glad that Jayce abandoned the party early to be with him again, annoyed that, well... He was acting like this.

"It's no time for work either," Jayce sang. Pfft. He should hear himself. Jayce was often one to work all night too.

He did a merry walk in Viktor's direction, swaying a little as if he were dancing to some jazzy music, until he stood right next to Viktor. He handed him the bottle.

"Here, you look like you could use a drink. Straight from the bottle."

Viktor glared at him. "No?" There was literally no reason to indulge him right now.

"Are you suuure?" Jayce nudged him with the bottle.

"Yes," Viktor replied stiffly. Jayce nudged him again, this time with his shoulder. When Viktor didn't respond he leaned in, a little too close, begging for attention like a little child, and he mumbled huskily in Viktor's ear: "Last chance."

"I don't want to drink, Jayce."

Jayce hummed. "Boo, alright then. All for me I guess."

Viktor gulped when Jayce brought the bottle to his own mouth. No way he wouldn't. Never mind. He would. Barely spilling any, Jayce drank thirstily. Was he crazy?

For a moment he thought Jayce was pranking him. That couldn't be alcohol in there - but then he noted the familiar smell of wine. Unbelievable. Viktor reached for the bottle to stop him and then paused.

Jayce was an adult, he should know better. If he wanted to get drunk here like a wild irresponsible youngster, was it up to Viktor to play his mom now? Who knows, he might even get some entertainment from it. He had seen Jayce tipsy before, but never drunk.

On the other hand, being drunk could mean several things depending on each person, and he did not have the energy to drag Jayce to bed and potentially clean up his vomit.

[iguessitsjustme]

I like that Rak's dad apologized to Fah and that did that before he gave official permission for them to date. Like he already apologized to Rak and it was basically clear that he wouldn't stop them but before he ever gave them the 100% go ahead he made sure to apologize.

He did not need to apologize but he did. He owned his mistake. He made sure that air was clear so Fah would know he was welcomed. And then when Fah told him that he was never angry with him? You could see the way his heart melted and how in that moment, he truly understood why Rak fought for that relationship. And how he knew that Fah was Rak's happiness and that's all any of them ever wanted. It just took Rak's dad a bit longer to see what that happiness was and how it was different than the way he always imagined it. But that moment? When Fah said there was nothing to forgive? Any residual doubts were swept away.

It was a rough journey to watch happen and it hurt to see that pain. But it also was a healing journey. Love overcomes prejudice. And the fact that the show knew it was important for him to apologize to Fah too because it wasn't just his son that he hurt with his words and actions, it was Fah? Truly amazing. It takes strength to apologize. Even when it would have been perfectly acceptable to only apologize to his son. Despite everything he put them through, it makes sense that is the man that raised to adoring children.

[pj-cortez]

Hearing she was the one doing the hurting but that the other was still there for her made PJ soften up a little and think that maybe that guy was worthy of Imogen but jury was still out. But she, for sure stopped questioning the woman's choice, especially as she talked about a contract and making things official. "Shit, sure. Okay. A contract sounds... sounds like a big deal, I just thought you'd boss me around while I kept two jobs but no, yeah." PJ was barely keeping her shit together so she needed to do something. "Why don't you sit down or a bit with those designs? Wanna eat something? More water or I can make some lemonade?" Hell, she was feeling like opening a beer but it seemed rude to have one in front of Imogen. But food they could both have. "I'm not a chef but I'm latina so it's close enough." The brunette joked as she went to the kitchen that had a window to the living/dining room area so Imogen could still see her. "Want some chips and salsa. I have queso." She asked with her head inside the fridge as she pulled out some stuff. "I'm sorry, I'm freaking out a little and I need to be doing something before I start bouncing around all over the place." It wasn't hard to admit, PJ wasn't someone that would hide her feelings which had caused her problems more than once.

As they asked if Theo had a golden dick Imogen couldn’t help but giggle because…well clearly PJ had no idea what was going on but that was kind of even better of a situation - it was certainly entertaining the woman. “Yeah, yeah something like that.” Eyebrow raised at the look of disgust on her face, because that was the fucking opposite of what her reaction was every time she thought about or looked at Theo. Also the mention of giving her their firstborn - the last thing the woman needed since she was getting her own. “Yes, I don’t think I need anymore newborns on my plate anytime soon, but thanks for the kind offer anyway. Your held with the company will be more than enough.” Hand going to her stomach as PJ waved at her body, conscious about if she could actually see the bump or not, she’d not been trying to cover it exactly but she’d also been very aware of not making it known. “Please don’t…no that won’t be necessary, if anything I think I should be the one punished when it comes to Theo, I’m the one that is always doing the hurting. But not anymore, we’re exactly where we need to be. And London isn’t going anywhere, I can fly anywhere I need to go for fashion week, and visit for work and everything. So it’s not like I’m in a cadge just because this place is a little smaller than London.” She shrugged, all smiles as they said something in Spanish, pointing to the sky. “Okay well great, I’ll have a look at getting some official papers and contract together for you so it’s all above board.” 

[lucabyte]

Hmmm just gonna spit this headcanon out in text post form since A. I don't think I could exposit it well enough in image form and B. It's not actually textually/thematically substantiated and I don't like actually staking my stuff on just vibes alone*

But anyway. I'd say it's pretty evident that all the islanders forgot their names, right? King obviously. Because why the hell else would he do that, but also Siffrin No Middle Names No Last Name.

They're 'pretty sure' they've 'always' been 'Just Siffrin' 'as long as they can remember'. It's a pretty cruel twist of the knife to say that they don't even get to keep their birth name as a memento, which is why I'm saying as such.

My utterly unsubstantiated claim is I think it'd be cute to say that Sisyphus *is* the name Siffrin initially picked, assuming the myth of King Sisyphus is recontextualised as idk, just a play or something in the setting. But I like the idea of Siffrin going 'oh shit 🫵 he's just like me fr' at a tortured fictional character long before the irony kicks in.

As for how Sisyphus -> Siffrin. I think that chronic mumbler and emotional doormat Sif just did not correct people who misheard the name during their time travelling, and went through enough places with incompatible phonologies (pronounceable sounds in the language) without ever really writing it down that it just got kinda. Changed until it was unrecognisable, and Siffrin just went with it until the earlier pronunciations slipped out of their swiss-cheese brain. And they just kinda don't remember any of that.

Also, something something the horrid realisation that Siffrin also named themselves after a King. Just not as blatantly.

*(though I think there's something here about Siffrin, a guy from a belief system that seems to thoroughly disincentivise autonomy and self-motivated choice continuously having their hand forced to make changes/choices they don't want but have no choice but to... It's not solid enough to really back this up tbh, but it informs it.)

Anyway.

[austenpoppy]

Dick and Bette Kane - part 1

I started writing this as an answer to the people who claim they love Dick's "petty" side/him not being welcoming to specific people he supposedly has a grudge against. The problem is, those same people tend to mention Helena Bertinelli or Jean-Paul Valley as examples of that happening, when it doesn't reflect at all the relationship he had with either of them in the New Earth continuity (which is generally the one being referred to).

I will do a breakdown of Dick's relationship with those two in separate posts, but it got me thinking about a "heroic" character Dick's been consistently uncomfortable around in that same continuity, and one he openly doesn't appreciate much : Bette Kane, a.k.a Flamebird. Yet people do not seem to ever list her among the characters Dick's not very fond (for very good reasons).

Bette Kane's an interesting concept as a character, because she's not a very good super-heroin, but she's extremely competent in other areas of her life. As a teenager, she began playing tennis in competitions, and she was so good at it she quickly became "a pro", and was considered something of a celebrity.

Yet Bette dreamed of something very different. She openly admired Robin (Dick) and wanted to imitate him by becoming a super-heroin of her own. She even designed her costume as a tribute to him, and chose the code name Flamebird. That's somewhat ironic considering Flamebird was originally Nightwing's partner back when Nightwing was an identity Superman had used.

Bette as Flamebird's New Earth origins are recounted in Secret Origins, vol. 2 annual 3, which is focused on a mental attack Dick suffers at the hands of the Gargoyle. Here Gargoyle narrates one of the first acts Bette did as Flamebird, which was saving Navy men hanging to lifelines attached to an air-craft carrier that was being lifted into the air. Other super-heroes helped resolve the situation, and that teamwork is what prompted the creation of Titans West.

Secret Origins, Vol. 2 Annual 3

Interestingly, you can see that Dick wasn't really aware of how much he'd inspired Bette, and this mental fight with the Gargoyle happened several years after his first meeting with Bette as leader of the Titans, and years after his first meeting with Bette at all.

At first glance, this may seem surprising, given that Bette was obsessed with Robin and wasn't remotely subtle about it. After becoming Flamebird and rescuing the Navy men, she was part of the unofficial first meeting of Titans West along with Gar, Hank, Dove, Charley, and Lilith. And her first reaction was to be delighted at the idea of seeing "Robin" again, calling him "a cute hunk". When Lilith asked her to tone it down and be serious, she instead went further by commenting on Dick's legs.

Secret Origins, Vol. 2 Annual 3

Then when it became clear the newly formed Titans West would have to seek help and go see the official Titans in New York, all Bette cared about was that she was going to work with Robin.

Secret Origins, Vol. 2 Annual 3

When the two teams finally met, it wasn't love at first sight. Once they finally started discussing the case they were working on, Dick suggested a plan of action that involved the two teams splitting up. Bette cut him off as soon as he said it to contradict him and affirm that she was going with him, which she ended up doing.

Her behaviour was honestly creepy. She cut off Dick just because she'd decided that she was going with him. She didn't refer to him by his code name, but only by the part of his body she'd commented on before, calling him "legs". She took his face between her fingers. And the sentence "I've waited too long for this", coupled with the nickname, would've made my skin crawl. It sounds like she'd fantasized about Dick for a while, was going to have what she wanted no matter what, and had no problem announcing it out loud.

Secret Origins, Vol. 2 Annual 3

After the case was over, the two teams had a fight over what team had done more to solve it, and over the legitimacy of Titans West. Wally criticized the way they'd come into the headquarters like they belonged, Bette said they did because they were Titans too, and appealed to Dick to validate her opinion - calling him "legs" again, which implies that this was the nickname she gave him the entire time they worked together.

Dick said he wasn't sure whether it was a good idea for the others to be Titans, because he wasn't sure he would be able to lead two teams, one of them long-distance. Members of Titans West were affronted by Dick's speech, including Bette. She went with the others, talking to Dick again to tell him that "[he'd] never know what [he'd] missed", making her departure partly about a romantic/sexual golden opportunity Dick didn't take. Appreciate the fact that she called him "Robin" again now that she was irritated by him.

Secret Origins, Vol. 2 Annual 3

Titans and Titans West had a couple other team-ups before Titans West disbanded, during which Bette learned Dick's secret identity. From the way Bette acted during the one team-up recounted in details in New Titans #56, we can deduce that every time she met Dick she kept trying to seduce him, persistently, relentlessly, in obnoxious ways that sometimes border on sexual harassment.

It was well-known that Bette was obsessed with Dick - not like Bette was trying to be subtle about it, she had no problem making her intentions clear and that publicly. There's a panel I couldn't include in which Hank scoffs at the idea that Lilith "trusts" Dick and tells Charley that "she's got the hots for him. Just like Bette."

I'm sad I couldn't include it because there's this hilarious exchange after in which Hank bemoans "Man. That burns me. What's he got that I haven't ?" and Charley answers "Look in the mirror and weep" (lmao).

But as I was saying, Bette kept trying to hit on Dick. In the panel below she asked him whether he needed help (the "sure" implying it's not the first time she asked the question), only to say that it was "[his] loss" when he said no. Dick was very polite in his answer, thanking her for her offer, but was turning her down all the same.

New Titans #56

Not long after, Dick told off Hank and Charley who'd gone in an argument over leadership and about their association with the Titans, before having the conversation about Dick I mentioned above. Bette immediately cheered him on, calling him "handsome" as she got close to him. Dick ignored her.

New Titans #56

During a fight she called out to Dick to warn him about an assailant, and had to sneak in a comment about his butt (whoever said this kind of things was recent was lying). Dick was clearly uncomfortable, answering with an embarrassed "Uhh, thanks, Flamebird" - the "uhh" plus the two commas in a three-word sentence indicate he didn't know what to make of her comment. He also corrected her to make sure she knew he'd seen the assailant she was talking about. It was a way for him to reaffirm his skills as a crimefighter (she's not the first one he said those things to), but also a way for him to reject her attention.

New Titans #56

She was also very physical around Dick. I can't include all panels of her, but she seemed to be near Dick most of the time, would touch his shoulder for no reason when they came in a lab, or, like in the panel below, latch onto his arm. Dick wasn't shown shaking her off, but he wasn't seen reciprocating either.

New Titans #56

So in the end, it's not a surprise Dick had no idea Bette'd wanted to become a super-heroin because she'd been inspired by him. Not when most of their interactions revolved around her attraction for him, not when she kept making comments about his looks.

As an aside, this is one of the reasons I can't take seriously anyone who says it's Devin Grayson's fault if Dick's been sexualized. Hard to do that when you have an entire character who could've been one of the best tennis players in the world but decided to become a crimefighter because she was obsessed with Dick, and kept gushing over his legs and butt. Dick's been dealing with that kind of things since the 80's, guys.

Part 2

Part 3

[hazelkjt]

"Who do you want me to be?"

[ryuunosuke]

mostly just pathetic

[avantroodles]

Can we get a picture of the gang? I'm curious to see what they look like in your style plus see their height comparison! I refuse to believe anyone is shorter than Bitsy

The gang! Before getting processed and getting sent to jail. Who even knows why they got their false names but eh y'know.

(Do pretend Hazel was there though, she just popped in for a quick photo op and went back to the Nut reunion.)

Height-wise, I'd like to believe it follows the rule of funny (where it changes depending on how funny it would be at the moment) but generally speaking I think Bitsy would be the shortest and Peggy would be the tallest.

[raifuujin]

Happy Birthday Kaito! Since the folks at @shownohajimarida granted us a look at the magazine cover for chapter 3 that had a Kid that hasn't been featured among Gosho's art before, I wanted to isolate him and clean up his suit a bit. So I did! A month ago, because I do things impulsively without actually thinking about planning things out, but shh.

[r0semultiverse]

Digital Circus AMA Notes

Digital Circus is getting a season 1 at some point!!!!

#webcore aesthetic board for the series design

Pomni was going to be a frog originally. 🐸

90s toys Zooble inspo

Caine is an antagonist, but not by active choice, he doesn't know he's not helping. He doesn't feel a whole spectrum of human emotions (he's an AI).

"Caine canonically just lets things happen if he thinks it's funny."

Characters eat like Chao in Chao garden in Sonic. The characters can eat the food, but they can't digest it.

Jax's favorite food is spaghetti.

Pomni likes salmon.

Q "Was the ending a 'Last Supper' reference?" A "in a very superficial kinda way yeah." Religious stuff is sometimes just used for the funny.

Gooseworx tumblr sketches MAY or MAY NOT be canon to the series, so it's up in the air for every single one.

People can abstract from feeling too much pain if it breaks their mind from it being too much. Characters feel pain from things, but not as intensely as they would in real life.

Zooble is gonna swap parts every episode (implying they have spare parts) except their body & head.

Jax chose his own name & gooseworx likes to think he chose Gangle's name.

Ragatha was named "Emmy" originally.

They (the cast of characters trapped in the circus) can't change their clothes but Caine can. It's part of their skin sorta kinda.

There's empty space under Pomni's hat because video game model physics.

Spamton was partially inspo for Caine, Caine's VA did Spamton dubs.

Gangle only has 2 masks. Why's it (her hapiness mask) break all the time? Mental state, but the "real her" is "harder to break."

Kaumfo was gonna be part of the main cast originally before Jax.

Kaufmo's model has nothing below the waist at this time, but was made for that promotional image on twitter.

Q "What kinda person was Kaufmo?" A "He was the same as Ragatha in a sense, goofy & cheery, sometimes toxic levels of positivity."

I'm paraphrasing for the sake of note taking in real time, go watch the stream playback for more context & details if you want.

[rychuart]

I'm sure this has been done before but I had to stare at Mabel for like half an hour while painstakingly buying individual socks this morning and this thought wouldn't leave my mind so I had to draw it