#chat is this healthy?

[pup-pee]

sometimes i see 2 much batfam fluff that it makes me go; “yk what? im making the “kids” use the word dad as a manipulation tactic 2 get what they want. whether that b a physical thing or a mental fuck over”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.

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[sizzleissues]

Hello, i am sick so Ladynoir doodle

Please take and think about but not too much, i will have snack

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine melusine creator slowly starting to open up to other characters from Fontaine, Since i believe they didnt care for the whole impostor hunt thing

I shall now leave it to your imagination:3..

*pulls you really close* Arlecchino (and the House of the Hearth)

naturally, being Childe's coworker, she's noticed his increased absences over the past several months- only giving updates during mandatory meetings, who does he think he's fooling. evidently everyone but her, since none of the other Harbingers seem to really care enough or notice. she corners him one afternoon, crossing her arms and bluntly asking exactly what he's been up to. Childe stumbles over his words, attempting to weave together several half-baked excuses as her eyes narrow, before he finally sighs, hands falling to his sides

"...I found the Creator."

Arlecchino blinks, once, her gaze marred with astonishment and doubt and suspicion, and Childe huffs, gesturing for her to follow

he doesn't take her all the way to Merusea, only to the edge of the caverns before telling her to wait, venturing deeper himself. the Melusine all know him, giving him cheerful greetings and leading the Harbinger to you, painting with Mamere. your antennae wiggle when you see him, giving him a warm hug as Childe grins, gently saying that he has someone to introduce you to. there's a flash of fear in your eyes, the months spent with your new siblings and friends calming but not erasing the memories of the people who swarmed and slaughtered you, all because you were impersonating yourself, but Childe gives you a reassuring pat on your shoulder. you trust Foul Legacy, and you trust him- although, he's not so keen on being Foul Legacy in front of Arlecchino. you can still hear his purr in the hum of Childe's voice as he leads you towards his colleague, her legs crossed neatly as she waits. she stands when she hears two sets of footsteps, and you shiver as she turns her cold, scrutinizing gaze over to you, examining your Melusine self silently

just as your siblings taught you, you lean out slightly and wave your mittened hand, hoping to gain her approval

Arlecchino's stare slowly trace over the shimmering markings on your body, in the same place she saw grievous wounds on a corpse, and her eyes widen a fraction

the Fourth Harbinger lowers her head and bows deeply to you, and Childe breathes a sigh of relief

[alteanroyals]

no because marinette falling in love with adrien meant having to go completely against her instincts since he is not only chloe's friend but also her longest and best friend (at the time). she has literal trauma from the way chloe has treated her and the whole situation with kim the previous year. she has vowed to never fall in love with someone who is friends with chloe

AND YET

she just can't help but fall in love with adrien agreste. now her reaction when they meet for the first time in origins makes even more sense than before. she doesn't want to like him, she can't.

but adrien's true personality and intentions always shine through because THAT'S JUST HOW GOOD AND KIND OF A PERSON HE IS

and marinette sees this and she gives him a chance and a place in her heart because THAT'S JUST HOW GOOD AND KIND OF A PERSON SHE IS

and to top it all off adrien just keeps and keeps on REASSURING marinette that she was right in trusting him. but not just now that he knows what happened with kim. ever since season 1 he has steadily learned to stand up to chloe and put her in her place. and now? he has cut ALL ties with her, both because it's the right thing to do and to protect marinette and her feelings

adrien has always been fighting marinette's fears and insecurities without realizing it but now he is doing it intentionally and in the sweetest and most gentle way possible, always respecting her, waiting for her and letting her take the lead

i love them so much your honor pls i need them to be happy

[merakiui]

Your stepcest posts are making my brain rot I couldn't stop thinking about the childe one, he's definitely a big gross pervert with a breeding kink I really need to read more of what you think about it

Have a nice week <3

YES. BIG BROTHER CHILDE WITH HIS BREEDING KINK......... oh, he is the worst. </3 sex with him is always done with the intention of knocking you up. It feels more like a competition than copulation: pure, mindless fucking that seems to never end. Even when you both take occasional breaks between rounds, he's still finding some way to tease and rile you up. T_T and he drives in so deeply every time, mumbling in your ear about how you can take it, you can do another one, can't you? You won't spill a single drop, right? Aaaaa he's so obsessed with you.

When he returns home to visit, he always brings lots of gifts for his family. But the gifts he purchases for you are far less innocent than the plushies or neat wood carvings or kites he picks up for his siblings. He buys you all manner of lingerie and (more recently) the cutest of maternity wear he found in Fontaine. Lots of frills and lace, the expensive, well-made kind that'll feel so soft and comfy when you wear it. It's big now, but you'll grow into it. :) uuwaaa he dotes on you so much. Truly a family man. Only you're privy to these sides of Childe. While everyone else sees a battle-hardened Harbinger who lusts after every dangerous fight he can throw himself into, you get to see sweet, soft, loving Ajax who ruts into you with reckless abandon.

You're far past the point of no return, nowhere near platonic affections like normal step-siblings. But it doesn't really matter anymore. Pulcinella looks after you when Childe can't, often visiting to deliver things to help make pregnancy smoother for you. Everyone asks you who the father is when you go out, but you don't dare tell them. What would they think? You surmise Childe doesn't really mind if anyone knows, but then you want to preserve a sliver of your dignity if possible. >_<

[fishyfarms]

Just a little something to commemorate August’s two closest friends in the valley ! August and Abigail hit it off right away when August first moves in, and she really is like a partner in crime to August. Shane takes a *lot* longer to come around, but he manages to eventually, and they really develop an almost sibling like relationship over the years. She’s incredibly grateful for the both of them and they definitely made moving in sooo much easier :)

[naffeclipse]

Instead of a raging insomniac, what about Sun and Moon handling a Y/N who is a furious narcoleptic? It would involve Sun coaxing Y/N to stay awake because yikes, even Moon agrees that it's a problem to sit down for one second at the security desk and immediately slump over into a dead sleep.

[pushing500]

It's a nice thought, Mechi. Eventually, though, we do want you two to be matchy-matchy with bionics as well, so hairstyles really are the only thing telling you apart.

Besides, Kwahu's hair is pretty iconic at this point, and I like drawing it.

Oh, uh... Bye, I guess. Thanks for hanging out. Don't come back.

Don't worry, Brandy! You will be avenged!! The perfect opportunity to field-test our bionics.

We're in the middle of fighting evil dog-killing cultists, and bugs decided to try and outmaneuver our killbox (it did not go well for them). Silly bugs.

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[as-thra]

Age 8 [innocence] - Age 16 [reciprocation] - Age 24 [peace]

Variety of goldenpage kisses throughout the years <333

[bojanus]

Harrow the Ninth spoilers but holy shit NOBODY is doing it like Harrow she literally put her OWN FUCKING BONE MARROW into soup to make it burst from her enemy's chest like the fucking Alien.... Like ma'am the dedication? The skill? The DRAMA of doing it in front of God and everyone??? Literally nobody doing it like her

[literallyimthenerdemoji]

YIKES

[rozecrest]

main office at my work just installed these intensely bright white lights in every corner the waiting room and a patient and her wife came in like wtf what are these we were just here two days ago these suck and my light sensitive ass, wearing sunglasses, was like yep 🙃 we all don't like them 🙃 i would love to pass on a complaint for you! and her wife wrote this letter for me to send that is KILLINGG me

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Hi hi! I’d love to know more about Asset Codename: Bricks! Feel free to elaborate on anything you want, I’ve literally been obsessed with this wip since I first read it!

Ah, Bricks! My darling and my delight! Veronica "Bricks" Mason is a CIA asset, specializing in infiltration. Didn't she say her name was Ericka in the WIP Wednesday? Yes! Because I was still working out how I want her to exist in the universe lol.

Have an alternate intro!

CW: Objectification, canon-compliant violence

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap mutters, looking down the sight.

The big house on the private island is picture perfect, right out of a vacation guide. Two stories, floor to ceiling windows, and an absolute goddess of a woman lounging by the pool. Soap clocks one guard on the edge of the patio facing out, makes sure there’s no one else, and looks back at her.

Her dark skin glistens in the sun, and her curly hair shines. The tiny bikini she wears barely covers anything, bright pink as it is. He can’t exactly see through her sunglasses, but he gets the impression that her eyes are closed. Which is good, because once they break the tree line, she’ll have a clear view of them.

“Got a fuckin’ civilian,” he reports.

Price makes an exasperated sound. “Civilian?”

“Hen by the pool,” he confirms. “…No weapons.”

“How can you-” Gaz’s voice cuts off as he sucks in a breath. “No, I see her. Goddamn.”

Ghost’s voice rumbles, “Hold until she’s clear.”

Gaz mutters, “Why do the baddies always end up with evil sons of bitches?”

“Money,” Simon and Price answer at once. Price continues, “Nice view, though.”

“Cannae complain about the delay,” Soap says, letting himself take a long moment to admire her breasts. “Wouldnae mind a chance wit’ a bird like her.”

“Doubt you could 'andle ‘er,” Ghost chuckles.

“Away wit ye,” Soap grumbles.

All of them go silent when the woman stretches her arms above her head and sits up to grab her drink from a little table. And then she stands and walks over to the guard. He turns to her when he hears her voice, and walks to meet her at the corner of the house.

Soap will not admit that staring at the way her arse swallows the thong bikini is why he misses what happens next. One moment the woman is sipping her drink and smiling, and the next the man’s silenced gun is in her hand and his body topples into the hedges.

“What the fuck?” Gaz hisses.

And then she places the gun and her drink on the bar by the sliding patio door. She opens it, stands in the doorway with her back to the pool, and holds up a closed fist. She gestures: four fingers to the right, three to the left. Then she steps inside, turns left, and strolls past the floor to ceiling windows until she’s out of sight.

The door is left open.

“Let’s move,” Price growls.

Clearing the house is easy. Ghost and Gaz head right, Soap and Price follow the woman and run into two guards, easily dispatched. They find a third with a neat bullet hole between his eyes, on his back on another small patio.

And then they hear a woman’s shriek of terror.

Heart racing, Soap takes point as they ascend the stairs. In his ear, Ghost confirms that he and Gaz have dispatched four guards and are also making their way up. They clear two empty rooms, then hear a frantic voice.

“I don’t know,” a woman sobs. “I was by the pool, I just wanted another drink! And then I turned the corner and Ivan! Vanya was-! He’s-!” The voice is wracked by sobs.

“Fuck.” And that’s the target’s voice, Tarasovich. He snarls something in Russian, then reverts to English. “We need to get to the car, now.”

“Don’t leave me,” the woman’s voice cries, “Please, oh god what are we going to do?”

“To the car, you stupid woman,” the Russian snaps. “I will have Sasha call the pilot, we need to-”

Ghost and Gaz appear at the other end of the hall as Tarasovich chokes on his next words. There’s a scuffle, and a thud. At Price’s tap on the shoulder, Soap breaches the door, gun raised.

He can’t help but curse as he circles left and Price goes right, guns trained on where the woman has Tarasovich’s in a choke hold from the back. The man is bright red and struggling, but her legs lock his arms to his sides, ankles crossed over his solar plexus as his legs kick wildly.

Soap is dimly aware of Ghost and Gaz filing in, guns trained on the pair as he runs out of air and his struggles slow. His arms twitch, and then his legs kick once, twice. And he slowly goes limp.

“Rope’s in the top drawer on the left,” the woman huffs, not letting go. Price opens a drawer and pulls out a neatly wrapped bundle of thick, soft-looking, braided, red rope. He approaches the woman, and she dumps Tarasovich to the side. She stands and adjusts her bikini as he ties the man’s legs together and his hands behind his back.

When Price stands, she grins. “Hey there, Captain. Fancy meeting you here.”

“Bricks,” Price says, his own grin splitting his face as he pulls her in by her hips. Her arms settle around his neck and she smacks a kiss on his cheek. “Laswell didn’t tell us you were our contact.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she laughs. “And who can turn down a trip to a private island?”

On the floor, the Russian grunts and starts twitching awake. Bricks steps over him and saunters over to Ghost.

“Hello, handsome,” she purrs.

Soap tries not to let his jaw hang open like a muppet. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Ghost sounds affectionate when he answers. “’ave fun skippin’ around in the buff, then?”

“You like it?” She turns in a little circle, wiggles her ass at him. “I know you prefer orange, but it felt like a pink kind of day.”

“Like your arse in and out of anythin’, lovie,” Ghost rumbles, pulling her close with one arm and lifting his mask up over his nose. “Give us a kiss.”

Soap looks to Gaz for confirmation that this is really happening. The other man looks just as floored as their lieutenant and this Bricks woman share the kind of kiss that reminds him of just how almost naked she is. Soap clears his throat and turns away.

[piratespencilart]

I wouldn't be so worried if I wasn't always right

I've been listening to @awittylemon's Dirk playlist on repeat and the whole thing is a banger but this line ^ especially has been giving me soooo many Dirk thoughts.

[spursthatjinglejanglejingle]

A big reason why that whole "Ford could've gone to any college why is he so mad" argument pisses me off is that idea is, intentionally or not, regurgitating bootstrap theory.

Stanford Pines is obviously an incredibly talented and gifted man so people who say that do not understand why he didn't get another chance at making it big, when the show makes it pretty clear that no matter how much he deserved it he would not get another chance to make it as a disabled poor (possibly queer?) jewish man in the 1960s.

And also, he worked hard to get that scholarship, a full ride scholarship mind you! Of course he's furious, and then his father immediately jumps to kicking Stanley out of the house and Ford is left with the split second decision of living on the streets with his brother or continuing to have somewhere to live, he wasn't in the proper headspace to make a well considered decision in that scenario.