#hmmmm.

[mangostarjam]

heyyy fuji thinking about your drabble where sae calls you his little menace. and then also thinking about when you work out w caleb and you tap him he calls you his little distraction. don’t know where i was going w this but i am Thinking :>

oh evil evil cora oh i am also THINKING now

"thought you said," caleb grunts, arms tensing as he does another push up, "you wanted to work out with me, kiddo."

"i am working out," you say, placing your palm flat on his chest. his white tank top is slightly damp with sweat, and his dog tags threaten to slide from around his neck to hit you in the face, but you don't move from where you're lying beneath him. caleb's biceps flex. "i'm working out exactly how long it takes for you to give in."

caleb does another push up. his face comes teasingly close to yours, breaths fanning across your lips as he angles his head towards you. he hovers there for a moment, strain barely noticeable in the hard line of his easygoing grin.

"give in? is this another game?"

"only if you want it to be," you say cheerfully, but your eyes are trained on his lips.

caleb pushes himself back up and his dog tags slide around, dangling enticingly in your face. before he can do another push up, you reach for the metal, fingers gliding along the imprint of letters. his breath catches in his throat.

"come on, nii-chan," you tilt your head. "don't you wanna play with me?"

your teeth snap along the edge of his dog tags and caleb hums. his purple eyes have darkened into twilight. the air is charged with heat.

caleb lowers himself carefully, hips pinning you in place as the telltale quiver of atmosphere adjusting to his evol fills the space around you. it's pointless to try, but you test your hands against the pressure anyway as he uses his evol to bring your arms above your head.

"all right, my little distraction," caleb says quietly, "let's play."

[dotjpeg]

im gonna regret staying up this late in the morning BUT. little lore dump for my clone medic oc Victoria (she/it) + worldbuilding for my canon.

basically clone medics are treated as incredibly valuable bc obviously, and since Victoria is a medic stationed on Coruscant where it’s more reliable/safe to test new things on clones (…) and conduct more research there without waiting on traveling back to Kamino, it knows a LOT outside of its intended medical specialization (that only medics on on Coruscant can afford to have, and hers used to be orthopedics). so it got kidnapped (well it was an attempt, they didn’t get very far since hello. child soldier since she could walk + a million angry siblings) and nearly killed by the would-be kidnappers once they realized she was too difficult of a target. anyway medics (even visiting ones) on Coruscant aren’t even really supposed to be outside without guards and a weapon after that! That whole thing also resulted in her name, “Victor”, seeing as she didn’t get kidnapped and be forced to use cyanide pill or whatever, but she just liked “Victoria” a bit more (though ppl still use Vic/Vicky/Victor/Victoria/Tori).

The tattoo is self explanatory but a little extra background: I’ve had a photo of a similar one saved for a few months and I just really liked how it fit her. & yes I used batchmates instead of squadmates bc Tori is one of the rare clones that was kept in her actual batch she was created in AND all of them survived childhood.

[columboscreens]

[panchulien]

tw: mention of suicide

First there's laughter. Joy. Warmth.

The wind gently caresses his face as he keeps running in the grass field. He takes a look at his hand, then up to the sky. His beloved kite is flying high, right beside him. He looks over at his mom and dad, sitting happily on a picnic table. They motion for him to come over.

Then there's screaming. Terror. Cold.

He walks into the living room only to find his mother on the floor. Her screams are overwhelming to his little ears, he's just woken up, he doesn't understand. He follows his mother's gaze, right there in the middle of the room, there's a body hanging from the ceiling. Takes a second for him to realize that it's his father.

Makarov shoots up from the bed in cold sweat, his chest is heavy as he gasps for breath. The same dream haunts him ever since he was a little child. His father's lifeless body hangs from the ceiling, the image flashes his mind everytime he closes his eyes. Rest is foreign to him. It's hard to focus, so much that he doesn't even notice Nolan standing by the door. "Komandir?"

Makarov shivers, sweat sticking to his skin, he looks up to the door with glassy eyes. "What?" it comes out weak, he's surprised.

"You called my name. Is everything alright?" Nolan replies, concern evident in his voice. He lets himself in and walks towards his commander.

"I did?" Makarov doesn't remember and he hates it. Hates the look of worry in his subordinates eyes, hates being caught so vulnerable. Hates it even more that he couldn't handle his shit in private, and had alerted the others.

"You were screaming, sir." Nolan carefully sits on the bed next to him. It's late, Nolan still has his work suit on. Makarov tries to focus on his breathing, to get his mind together. His attention snaps to Andrei as the man gently reaches out to him and holds his trembling hands.

"Deep breaths, sir. You're alright." His voice is so caring, so gentle that Makarov wants to throw up. The tremble in his hands don't go away as he starts to spiral even further. Is there any recovering from this? Will Nolan think less of him now? Is he fit to lead? Will his father forgive him?

He doesn't get to dwell on it for too long though, as Andrei quickly pulls Makarov into his arms, tucking his face into the crook of his neck. It's warm, Andrei's grip on him is tight and grounding. "Andrei..." He lets out. It's weak. It's wrong. Makarov shouldn't be in this position. Makarov doesn't do that. He reaches a hand up to Andrei's back and holds him tightly, burying his face in the mans neck even further.

Nolan doesn't think any less of him. He's stunned, of course, by the reminder that Makarov was also simply human. He put up such a tough front that you could forget it at times. Nolan rubs slow circles on his back, holding him close and whispering reassurance. A grounding force in his moment of weakness. Andrei doesn't think about the way his heart breaks at the mans quiet sobs, his grip tightening and his entire body shaking with each breath he takes. Makarov is only human in his arms.

[miracle-negative]

are you a star

[zketylers]

"Is that what you used on them?" "Just to calm them."

TRAP (2024)

[linda-likes-to-draw]

“Still a mere thrall.”

This was supposed to be a Halloween drawing, but unfortunately I was not able to finish it in time and then life got busier x.x

Finally got around it though! I like how Chry came out. The Mora eyes... eeeeeeh not really, but I wanted to get this out of my system. So there you have it! Hope you like it!

GOL HAH DOV belongs to @99corentine

[bojangos]

hmmmmm still thinking about mandalore the ultimate bringing his people to the brink of extinction but also changing their people in such a way he gives them the means to survive their near-death. hm.

[bl0rbohandbag]

so, there is a pattern of overblot victims having to defeat or overcome their own overblot forms in their dreams and conquer them. are we going to get overblot students VS overblot malleus somehow?

[ruidrones]

THIS IS THE STORY OF A CHILDISH WAR!

BOOM shuffle unit jumpscare LOL. These guys with childish war was such a fun idea so yk i had to jump on it

(also pls rb ty!!! and click 4 better quality :3)

[animentality]

come over and I will purr for you

uh oh.

I started something I should not have.

[transgnckon]

The thought of taking the little Kon i have to the Laufey concept just hit me

[imminent-danger-came]

YOU TELLING ME

THIS IS THE INTERNATIONAL RELEASE POSTER???

MILES MORALES AS SUN WUKONG. THE MONKEY KING.

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I shan’t make any speculations, but some acoustic Bizkit Ballads coming up on a new project would be sweeeet. Maybe some country?

[tyrannuspitch]

okay. mycroft thoughts.

(disclaimer: i'm only drawing from the first six episodes here.)

the most interesting thing about mycroft to me is how he makes sherlock more interesting through contrast and context. sherlock could easily have been him, but he really, really isn't, and you might not realise how strong and deliberate the relevant traits are until you see him next to mycroft.

i think sherlock and mycroft start off with the same basic problem: they are not like other people, and they can't connect to others in the ways they're expected to.

half of how they deal with this is the same: they tell themselves that their low empathy is objectively superior and correct, that everyone else is an idiot, and that they should be repressing all their emotions and dealing with everything in purely "rational" ways. i don't think mycroft imposes this on sherlock - i think this is a defensive reaction to external pressures, and they each would have ended up here regardless - but they definitely encourage it in each other, competing and criticising and snapping at any exposed vulnerabilities they can find.

but in the other half, they choose opposite paths: mycroft applies his intelligence to working out how to blend in and make society work for him, while sherlock rejects the idea that he should have to change himself at all, and thus rejects belonging in society at all.

mycroft's attitude is one of self-satisfied superiority. he's willing to play neurotypical social games because he's confident he can win them. he thinks his intelligence makes him superior in every way, and can fully compensate for any disadvantage he might have started with. but sherlock, while also defensively superior, is angry. why should he change himself to seem like everyone else, the same people who hate him, the very people mycroft agrees are beneath them? he often acts hostile and even less conventional than his baseline in deliberate defiance of expectations.

but also, beneath that... i think sherlock has correctly identified something vital: mycroft can blend in well enough to be accepted, but not to be liked. not to truly belong. by choosing both restrictive convention and emotional repression, mycroft makes himself even more isolated than sherlock. (think of how often we see him in huge empty rooms!) why would sherlock compromise his sense of self and dignity if he isn't even going to get to belong in exchange?

mycroft has invested a huge amount in convention and is at very least a small-c conservative, and as such i think he genuinely thinks it's "right", somehow, to be conventional. that people have a real obligation to at least appear "normal", and sherlock is being childish and unreasonable by defying it.

he's assimilated so well that he's come to represent convention itself to sherlock, even though he's the only person in sherlock's life who's Different in the same way sherlock is. which is ironic, but also, i think, makes it worse. because mycroft, the one person who should understand sherlock's feelings about not belonging, is still completely unwilling to make concessions for his differences. "if i can act normal, why can't you? how hard can it be?"

and the thing is, i do believe mycroft's behaviour comes from genuine concern. he's just unwilling to express it in any way that doesn't feel like a power play. and on top of that, he doesn't really understand why sherlock is unhappy, or how he makes it worse. he thinks sherlock being stubbornly sherlock is the entirety of the problem. he can't see that sherlock is acting in response to genuine injustices in an ableist society.

this dynamic has definitely been influenced (for the worse) by sherlock's history of addiction. it's the classic conundrum where an addict uses substances as an escape, and the world around them gets more and more prison-like in response... whether they involve literal substances or not, sherlock's coping mechanisms are dangerous and often illegal, and so of course mycroft worries for his physical safety. but the more meddling and judgement sherlock comes up against, the harder he'll insist on his chosen lifestyle.

but they do, of course, retain some common ground. embracing low empathy is the one way in which mycroft is willing to be unconventional - probably because he can justify it as "rational" and "useful". i think both mycroft and sherlock are ultimately looking for a "higher purpose" to justify their neurodivergence to themselves. but the purposes they land on are very different, because they're such different people in every other way. mycroft is entirely serving The Establishment, while sherlock, as a private detective who works with the police, isn't exactly against it, but is certainly very much outside it and frequently comes into friction with it.

[sunday-arch]

making iselda a haikyuu verse fr actually……