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[derinthescarletpescatarian]

This is what a normal hole saw looks like.

Note the pilot drill in the middle. This keeps the hole saw centered during cutting so it doesn't go everywhere. Without this, there's a chance of the saw slipping about, and when a bunch of saw teeth are rotating nearby you at incredibly high speeds you do not want them skipping around everywhere, that's how you lose a chunk out of your hand.

It's technically possible, if you're careful and have the right equipment and a death wish, to drill a circular hole without a pilot drill, but it's inadvisable unless you absolutely have to and not something that an inexperienced driller should do. Generally, you use this thing, with the pilot drill on it. A hole saw has regular teeth and moves at a regular speed and the pressure when drilling stays about the same.

But that triangular thing? No fucking way. Look at how that bit is moving. The pressure is NOT the same. It's all over the fucking place. Attach that to a drill and your drill is being pulled every which way. Attach that to a hand drill and you'll win a Darwin award. Drills are using a lot more pressure and speed than it seems when you're using them; I mildly sprained my wrist using one the other day drilling in a normal arse screw with a normal arse bit because the screw caught on something and stopped before the safety torque thingy could catch up. You do NOT fuck around with bits that provide shaky, unpredictable forces like that. You would not, ever, use a bit like that without a pilot drill. That thing goes on a massive, heavy duty, carefully calibrated piece of factory equipment behind a safety shield and nowhere else. In fact, I wouldn't even use a bit like that at home *with* a pilot drill, unless I had the most stable drill press of all time. Absolutely never on a hand drill.

Okay, so we can use it at home on a really good drill press if we had a pilot drill, right?

Nope. Look at how it moves. It's impossible to put a pilot on that thing. The bit has to cross over the middle to function. It'd collide with the pilot.

Do not build a bit like this, it's theoretical for a reason.

[rafes-slut]

He is addicted to kissing you

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Obsessive behavior (in a fluffy way), PDA, possessiveness, language (Rafe being Rafe), intense make-out sessions, mild teasing, extreme fluff, established relationship.

You could feel it the second he walked into the room, his eyes locking on you with a kind of intensity that made your heart skip and your stomach flip. His gaze always found you first, every single time, like his mind was wired to seek you out. And the moment he had you in his sights? It was game over.

You could be anywhere—your house, his house, a party, the grocery store, it didn’t matter. If Rafe wanted to kiss you, he would, and not just a quick, innocent peck. No, that wasn’t Rafe’s style. He kissed you like he needed it to breathe, to function. Like his day didn’t start or end without the taste of you.

Like now.

You were curled up on the couch at Tannyhill, half-listening to Sarah talk about something that had happened at school, when you felt the familiar presence behind you. Rafe’s hand slid over your shoulder, down your arm, fingers finding yours and interlacing like they were meant to be. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even announce himself, just leaned down so his lips brushed your ear.

“Missed you,” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smiled softly, tilting your head toward him. “You saw me this morning, Cameron.”

“Too long,” he grumbled, already pulling you up gently by your hand.

“Rafe, your dad and sister—” you started, but he didn’t let you finish.

Didn’t matter to him.

In the blink of an eye, you were on your feet and then against him, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as his lips crashed into yours. He didn’t waste any time—he never did—tongue sliding past your lips to taste you like he’d been starving for it all day. His hands were everywhere, gripping your waist, sliding up your back, fingers threading through your hair. He kissed you like no one else was in the room.

And technically, to Rafe, they weren’t.

You could vaguely hear Ward clearing his throat and Sarah groaning dramatically, muttering something like “Oh my God, get a room,” but Rafe couldn’t have cared less.

His lips moved with a rhythm that was almost addictive, deep and slow, tasting and savoring every inch of your mouth like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known—and maybe you were. You gasped softly against him, but he only grinned into the kiss, nipping your bottom lip and pulling you closer.

When he finally—finally—pulled back, his lips were red, eyes dark, and he wore that smug little smirk that always made your knees weak.

“Better,” he said simply, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip like he was wiping away a trace of him, even though he loved leaving marks, loved the way you looked after he’d kissed you breathless.

You could barely catch your breath, cheeks flushed, but he wasn’t done. His arms stayed wrapped around you, holding you to his chest like he was afraid you’d slip away.

You glanced around, embarrassment tingling at your cheeks when you saw Sarah dramatically covering her eyes with a pillow.

“Rafe, seriously?” you whispered, laughing softly.

He shrugged, that damn smirk never leaving his face. “What? I wanted to kiss my girl. Not my fault she’s irresistible.”

Ward walked past, shaking his head. “Control yourself, son.”

“No promises,” Rafe shot back, looking down at you, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple like he didn’t just devour you in front of his entire family.

And it wasn’t just at home either.

You’d lost count of how many times he pulled this move in public. At parties, he’d corner you against a wall or drag you outside for air, only to kiss you senseless under the stars. In town, he’d stop walking mid-sentence, grabbing your hand and spinning you toward him just to kiss you right there on the sidewalk, ignoring the looks, the whispers.

You remembered one time especially, at a bonfire with half of Figure Eight and more Pogues than usual.

You were standing by the fire, chatting with some of your friends, when you caught Rafe’s eye across the crowd. He was leaning against his truck, drink in hand, but his gaze was locked on you. You knew that look. Knew it like the back of your hand.

And sure enough, moments later, you felt a firm grip on your waist, his chest pressed against your back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear. “C’mere.”

Before you could respond, he spun you around and crashed his lips to yours, not even bothering to hide the low groan that rumbled from his throat as he kissed you. Hard. Deep. Slow. Like he had all the time in the world and wanted to spend it tasting you. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make you dizzy.

You heard someone catcall, some guy jeering, “Damn, Cameron, save some for later!” but Rafe didn’t even blink.

When he finally let you breathe, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded, lips inches from yours. “Had to,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Couldn’t look at you across the fire like that and not have you.”

You were breathless, heart pounding, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re insane.”

“For you? Always.”

[dckweed]

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Your boyfriend had been working out like a man possessed lately.

Shirts off. Arms flexing. Muscles bulging.

Pull-ups. Bicep curls. Push-ups that made his veins pop.

And you?

Yeah. You were barely surviving.

And after one too many minutes of drooling from the sidelines, your brain short-circuited and blurted out the worst/best thing it possibly could:

“I want you to choke me with your bicep.”

And that was when everything went sideways.

Captain Price – "say please.."

You were standing off to the side, pretending to be invested in your phone while Price did pull-up after pull-up, the sleeves of his t-shirt rolled up, sweat beading along his forearms, shoulders rippling under the strain.

The way his biceps bulged…

Yeah. You were not okay.

So, naturally, like the well-behaved menace you are, you whispered under your breath—

“I want you to choke me with your bicep.”

Except.

You didn’t whisper.

You thought you did. But you did not.

Because Price froze mid-pull-up.

Dropped. Landed. Turned slowly.

Eyebrow raised. Smirk forming.

"Come again, sweetheart?"

You felt your soul leave your body.

"I—I didn’t mean to say that out loud—"

"You said it loud enough." He walks toward you, rolling his shoulder, every step deliberate. "You alright, love? Should I be concerned? Should I call someone?"

You squeak. "No—I'm good. Super healthy. Mentally sound."

"Choke you with my bicep, yeah?" he asks, smiling like the devil, flexing just slightly.

You physically fold. Your knees buckle, your body goes hot, your face full nuclear red.

"Oh my god—"

Price leans in, voice low and amused. "Say please."

(You do. Eventually. Wheezing through the embarrassment.)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "nothing, mind your business!"

Kyle was doing push-ups. Slow, controlled, brutal.

Every movement made his arms tense and ripple, his tank top damp with sweat, back flexing with every dip.

You were watching from the corner, mouth slightly open, forgetting how to function as a human.

And before your brain could stop your mouth—

“I want you to choke me with your bicep.”

Kyle froze mid-rep.

Dropped.

Sat up.

Turned around like he wasn’t sure he heard you correctly.

"What did you just say to me?"

You’re already sinking into your chair. "Nothing. Mind your business. Go back to sweating."

"No, no, no—" he wipes sweat off his forehead, walking toward you. "You said choke you with my bicep? Are you okay? You good? You need help? A priest maybe?"

You cover your face. "It slipped. My mouth is faster than my brain."

"Apparently so’s your thirst, babe."

He laughs, then flexes his arm slowly—on purpose—grinning when you let out an audible whimper.

"Jesus Christ, you’re folding. You folded."

"I DID NOT—"

"You’re literally sliding off the couch right now."

He wraps that arm around you anyway, giving you the lightest flex, and your entire body turns to jelly.

(You didn’t survive. But you died happy.)

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "the ghost of a slut."

Ghost doing pull-ups?

Illegal.

Arms covered in tattoos, sweat glistening down his neck, and the way his shirt was barely hanging on—

Yeah. You were gone.

So when he dropped from the bar, flexing slightly as he shook out his arms, you made the mistake of letting your mouth speak for your horny little gremlin brain.

“I want you to choke me with your bicep.”

Simon paused.

Looked over his shoulder.

Turned.

Head tilted. Mask up just enough to see the curve of his smirk.

"Sweetheart, you wanna repeat that?"

You shook your head, rapidly. "Nope. Nope. That wasn’t me. That was the ghost of a slut who once lived here."

"Oh, I heard it. You said choke you with my bicep."

He takes a step forward. You take one back.

"You sure you're good, love? Need to call someone? Maybe a cold shower? A therapist?"

"No, I’m fine. Everything is fine."

He steps closer, flexing slightly as he lifts his arm, placing it beside your neck—not even touching yet.

Your entire body flushes hot.

Eyes flutter. Legs wobble.

Simon just grins. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

(You melted on the spot. He didn’t even need to touch you.)

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "Say It Again, I Dare Ye."

Soap had been doing curls, arms slick with sweat, jaw clenched, veins on full display, tank top clinging to everything.

It was honestly a hate crime.

And your poor, broken, barely functioning brain whispered—

“I want you to choke me with your bicep.”

Out loud.

Loudly.

Soap stopped curling.

Eyes narrowed.

"What’d you just say to me, lass?"

You froze. "Nothing. I said nothing. I was talking to the dog."

"We dont BRING the dog."

"Well maybe we SHOULD."

He drops the weights, stalks over, flexing on purpose, that smug Scottish shit-eating grin on full display.

"You wanna say it again, sweetheart?"

You shrivel. You collapse. Your body heat spikes like a malfunctioning computer.

"I blacked out. I don’t know her."

He leans in, places his massive bicep beside your head, and whispers—

"Like this? Is this the way ye meant it?"

You make a pitiful noise.

He laughs so hard he almost cries. "Christ, you folded like fuckin’ origami."

(And then he did, in fact, choke you with his bicep. Carefully. Lovingly. With lots of teasing.)

Moral of the Story:

You should’ve just kept your thoughts to yourself.

But now?

Your boyfriend’s bicep is wrapped around your neck.

And you are no longer functional.

[thevoidscreams]

Hope you doing very good! For the mating press march: need me my favorite emotionally constipated man, Lion. What if his wifey (arranged-bitter-marriage) and him get into a verbal fight and in the heat of the moment they end up having wild animal sex and now they can't get enough of each other??

Love a big grumpy man

Day 21 Year 2: Warnings: Arranged marriages, it's not quite angry animal sex but it is grumpy

Word count: 2704

How the fight got started you didn't even remember, you were just so frustrated with this man.

His insistence that he was right and his inability to read any emotions from you was all so much. Part of you regretted your arrangement with his family. Your world was compliant and safe and you hated it. Not that it was safe but that you'd been pawned off to this man.

You wished he was more like his brothers, but he wasn't. It was like he didn't know how to feel properly and was angry at you for having the power of basic emotional intelligence. Maybe that's where it had gotten heated.

"I don't know what you want from me." He snarled, his voice low, a threat in each syllable. "Well if you learned to listen, you might." You shot back. Lion was so close to just taking you back and bringing the world to heel by force if needed. But it'd been months since the wedding. And the trip would set them back more time then they could afford. "Well I clearly do not know, so you must not have made your point with any form of clarity, woman." Your anger was reaching a boiling point, something had to give. "I've told you I want to be treated like your wife! Not just some person who lives on your ship."

Lion had heard it before, but it wasn't any clearer what you meant by that. Emperor on Terra preserve him; he should have heeded Fulgrim when he came to offer advice in this matter. It was too little too late for that, he wouldn't go crawling back to his brother now, tail between his legs like some whelp. He ran his hands over his face in agitation. "Tell me what, in exact words, it is that you want from me." He growled again. You seemed to deflate, eyes growing wet as you threw up your hands. "How can I be more specific, Lion? You know what married couples do, do you not?" His chest tightened, not only in frustration but in that same damned feeling he got every time you looked ready to cry or did cry. He didn't want you to cry about this, he wanted clarity. "We are married. What more is there to do?"

You looked about ready to deck him, even with the tears burning just below the surface. "Well for one, we don't sleep together, we don't take out meals together, you barely let me spend time with you and when we're together you're angry at me for things I have no say or control over." You scrubbed your hands over your face, wiping away the need to cry, but your voice was tight. "You haven't even touched me, we never consummated our marriage. I feel like we're living in some big joke."

Lion ground his teeth. It made sense, he knew that those on Caliban had had traditions that they observed after a wedding but he'd never taken an interest in it. Now he supposed he should have.

"Very well." He growled, still angry at the other feelings you drew up from the depths of him. Especially when you looked sad or upset. He reached for you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you in closer.

He understood the rudimentary functions of sex. Every beast on Caliban seemed to do it, so more energetically and frequently than others.

You wanted to smack him. "Not here, we're in a public space." You huffed and Lion felt his anger peaking again. "Then where? Warp damn you just tell me exactly what you want." "Your room, the bed chambers we were supposed to share after you took me as your wife."

It was fairly obvious once he thought about it. Tossing you onto the bed, he tugged off his clothes, you followed suit, undoing the threads that held your corset in place and kicked off your skirts. Lion was every bit as beautiful underneath as you had been expecting, if not more so. But when he looked at you, something changed in his gaze. Something impossible to define. You felt your cheeks heat up as you averted your gaze, laying there bare on his bed. Soon his heat was over you, his skin warm as he pressed his chest to yours. "Well, do you have anything else to complain about? Or may we get this over with?" "You can be such a prick, you know that?" You dragged his face down before he could protest and met him eye to eye. "You could start off with this." Your lips pressed to his. The primarch's body twitched at the sudden touches. But he forced himself to calm, to press his lips back into yours. The start was rough, as you both tried to find a rhythm that suited each other. Lion's body felt hot when you both seemingly figured it out. With a groan he pressed you down into the bed a bit more. His hand looked for the place between your legs where he needed to seat his cock in order to make this work. When he found it he seemed to realize how small you were compared to him. This would take some work, but he was determined now to see this through. Lips still locked he felt your hand slide over his, positioning one finger so it was brushing your entrance before pushing his finger in with a deep moan. He was surprised by the action but allowed you to guide his hand till he understood through feel. This was all new to him, kissing, fingering, he'd never seen any of these behaviors displayed before. Animals didn't kiss, didn't prepare their partners for copulation, they just did it. As he worked his finger he felt your body shifting under him and he broke the kiss to watch, your face was contorted into something that at first he thought was pain. But then you moaned his name, and it was the sweetest sound. He felt your body ease into him, relaxing around the one finger he tested the waters by pressing another one into the opening, listening to you gasp as he pushed it in further, running both along your inner walls. There was an odd patch where the flesh was rough, bumpy instead of smooth, he investigated further. "Fuck, Lion!" You gasped, hips bucking as he pressed there. It was like a switch had flipped. He needed more, needed to hear more and feel more. He kept up the assault until you were a wiggling, incoherent mess below him.

Your thighs clamped around his hand and your body bowed slightly as you let out a shrill cry, muscles tensing. He stopped and waited till you had relaxed again. "That was a good start." You hummed, hand on his shoulder as you guided him back over you, taking his cock in hand. It was fully erect, he hadn't noticed. When had it done that?

Lining him up you urged him forth as your legs on either side of his hips pulled, the stretch was a burning pain, even after he'd prepared you. But you endured, slowly each inch of him slipped inside. It was better than good for him, his teeth grit as he held back from just impaling you on his cock and fucking you until he came to his climax.

He lowered his chest to yours, and allowed you to wrap your arms around him. The anger that had consumed him had faded. Replaced by something new he couldn't describe. You patted his back, grabbing his attention. "Try moving now." He drew his hips back, tortuously slow till the tip of his cock was all that remained inside. You nodded and he slid back in faster by a mere fraction. When he was fully seated he was rewarded with a moan. He kept the slow increase in speed until you whined and raised your hips to meet his thrust, forcing him in. Lion gasped, practically choking on his own spit as the sensation of pleasure washed over him. "That felt.. that was excellent." He sighed softly, confused, maybe there was something to this sex thing after all. You grumbled up at him. "You should pick up the pace then." He grunted and rolled his hips down into yours with more speed and force, intent to make you regret your snark. Instead you both swore, your arms holding him tighter as he wrapped his arms around you to hold you close to him. His hips quickly found a rhythm that you both liked. Your moans and pants mingling in the late evening air. Your name rolled off his tongue sweetly and you wanted to cry again. Not out of sadness or frustration, but pure ecstasy and happiness.

At some point your lips had come back together, tongues fighting for dominance. He won rather quickly.

You came first, body locking around him as you cried his name, it was better than you'd ever managed. Lion's hips guided you through it, fucking you even as you came, his rhythm grew erratic. Hips stuttering as he gave you his first true orgasm. Filling you with his thick cum.

The aftermath was eye opening. "Was that acceptable?" He breathed. "Yes. Very." You rolled onto your side to face him. He watched you wiggle closer until you were on his chest, laying there and kissing him. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you tight as you both fell into a deep peaceful sleep.

Lion woke before you the next morning, his cock hard at the mere sight of you. He woke you with several firm nips to your neck. "Hey, ouch, stop-" He stopped your words with a quick kiss to the mouth as he rolled you under him. His cock sliding home, hands wandering over your body as he fucked you again.

An hour later you were both late to breakfast. Tossing on your clothes from the night before you half expected him to leave you behind. But he stayed by the door until your boots were on and he led you to the dinning hall. Luther met you halfway, likely coming to look for his primarch. The look of undisguised shock when he saw you with the Lion almost made you laugh.

Although the rest of his legion didn't seem nearly as phased, just curious when you joined your husband at the table and ate with him.

You followed him for the rest of the day until it was time for bed. You again expected him to send you off to your separate chambers but he grabbed you before you could stop and enter your room, carrying you back to his bed to sleep for the night. It felt good.

It went on as such for a week. He was approaching a new system with habitable planets. And he would be gone, on a campaign bringing other worlds into compliance if there were people there.

You kissed him awake that morning and felt an odd tug at your hearts at the thought of not seeing him. He held you close, one hand on your hip as his other arm held you tight to his body. "Do you think there will be much fighting with these worlds?" Lion grunted. "I cannot say, anything could happen, we will be prepared for any eventuality." You nodded. "If you have to fight, will you return to the ship often?" "Again, I cannot say. Why do you persist with these questions?" His lips trailed a line of soft kisses up your throat and over your jaw. "Because.." You blushed. "Well, you're my husband. And I want to see you." "You will see me." He replied, sucking a bit of your skin till a dark bruise was left there. "If I am gone for months then you will see me after those months. If I am gone a week then you will see me after that week. It will be how it is, and neither you nor I can change this fact. I have my duties to my father and they must come first." "I know." You drew in a shaky breath. "But I will miss you when you are gone." Lion pulled away to meet your eyes. "You confuse me. At first you could not stand my presence. Now you tell me you will miss it." He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. But he knew that he would miss you as well. "We will make the most of the time we have, and I will vox when there is a lull in combat. If there is indeed any." "I guess you might take over the world peacefully. Like you did mine." You told him. He went back to marking your skin. "Just so long as you don't marry anyone else." "Why? Most Lions have a pride." He teased in a rare moment of humor. But the thought of sharing him made you feel ill.

"So you would be alright if I married a planetary leader's son to bring that world into compliance?" You asked, almost too casually. Lions jaws tightened on a spot over your shoulder and he growled. An honest to goodness growl. Like some terrible forest beast. "No." He responded. "You are mine. I will not share you, not with anyone, not for any reason." He pulled you on top of him, cock pressing your entrance. "Well then I guess we'll both just have to agree that we're only for one another." You smiled and sat on his cock, letting it fill you fully. Lion growled. "What a wretched little thing you are. When I am finished with you you won't need those rings for others to know who you belong to."

The morning was spent much like that. When you could no longer put off the day you went to draw a bath to clean up. Your husband joined you, admiring your form as you sat on the edge of the tub waiting for it to fill.

"I was talking to Luther the other day." You said after a few minutes of quiet, Lion stepped into the tub first and offered you a hand stepping in.

"Oh, and what was it you both had to talk about?" He sat with legs splayed so you could sit between them. You reclined against his back sighing at the warmth of the water. "You." "And what did you two share about me?" "He told me you could sing so beautifully that it would make grown men and women weep to hear it." Lion grunted. "He exaggerates."

You looked up at him, turning to better make eye contact. "Would you sing for me?" You asked. He sighed and grabbed a bar of soap. "I suppose I could. Now sit still and I will wash you."

Luther hadn't been over exaggerating anything. You laid with your head on his chest, just listening as he sang an old folk song from the people who'd found him on Caliban. It was the most heart warmed and wrenched you'd ever been. His voice touched parts of you that were not physical. You were speechless. And when the final restrain wound down to its conclusion you just laid in his arms."Did that suffice?" He asked into the fading echoes of his song. You just sat there dumb founded. "I might need you to sing for me every day." You chuckled lamely. He nodded. "When I am able." It was a promise, and he would honor it for as long as he was able. He felt you relax into him again. How your relationship had evolved so rapidly was still a mystery to him. But he did not savor the idea of being away from you for so long as he had been away in the past. Both of you were fundamentally changed now. He could see it, but it was not a bad change.

He kissed your hair, and returned to bathing you. It was one week till he would be at the first planet in this new system. He would make the most of every moment until then.

[nekromantik97]

it's vile just how much disordered eating habits are normalized on social media, hell even in real life. a woman with a healthy, normal functioning body will get torn to shreds on any platform because she isn't bmi 17 and you can't see her ribs and hip bones sticking out. bullshit diets are still shilled out to women so they can achieve "the perfect summer body". people still bring others down solely on the basis of what their body looks like. nobody ever says anything about how disordered most women's eating habits are because it's seen as the right thing by majority, most times it is actually encouraged. that's why most women think it's alright to eat like that anyways. no, i promise you're not being bad by having a slice of cake and you don't have to skip out on a meal tomorrow to "make up" for it.

i almost fell into the phenomenon myself but was lucky enough to snap back into my senses, most people aren't unfortunately. currently watching one of my closest friends descent into this hellhole and my efforts to pull her out of it are unfortunately futile, she refuses to listen and tells me that i just don't get it. yes i may obviously not get what's going on inside of your head but please just hear me out for once. she is already thin, underweight thin. she keeps engaging with ed content on twitter and alike, i was able to make her stop for a while and she seemed happier and better during that time period. i hope she hasn't gone back since then.

i'm firm believer that the modeling-fashion industry (which is mostly curated by men by the way) and social media has been detrimental to most, if not all, women's body image and mental health. it isn't and shouldn't be normal to aspire to have a bmi of 15-17, to be sickly and frail, to consume under 1200 calories everyday, to count every little calorie.

sorry, this is kinda everywhere and messy but just very tired and felt like i had to write this out. probably gonna edit this sometime later.

[thrashkink-coven]

The way Lucifer guides you through information and complex ideas is so wonderful like

idek know how to explain this without getting needlessly complex but I've been very casually learning about physics and quantum mechanics and its so hard for me to wrap my dumb brain around but he just makes everything click. He never overwhelms me with too much information at once, which is funny because it somehow feels like he's providing me with so much.

I had only just started to understand the electromagnetic field as a felid and thing that is laid across all of space- and by extension I only just understood the idea of energy being excitations in the EM field, v electron states and virtual particles and wave function probability and all of that junk.

for as like carnal and sexy as Lucifer can be, it is very obvious that the thing that gets him going is discovery. When things make sense, and start clicking, he starts getting very excited.

and as I'm learning these things its like he's watching me play a game. "Keep going, you're almost there. Ope, now you're confused. Consider this. Go backwards, start over. There you go, think about it. Yes, good. Correct."

And right when I think I have some understanding, and I feel confident in my discovery, he pulls the rug. "Yes, but there are multiple fields interacting, love."

what do you mean?

"There are multiple elementary particles, you know that. Multiple elementary fields of virtual particles creating oscillations in the fields, right? Multiple layers of annihilation."

How many elementary particles are there???

"Look it up."

and now I'm about to be consumed with yet another layer to this madness. and he's gleaming about it. RAaa

[alucards-boots]

You werent just an artist but you also were your own work of art, it was how Adrian saw you.

Your room was surrounded with works of art made by your very hands, the same hands that caressed his soul just the way his soul caressed yours.

Everytime he walked into your room, it felt like walking into a cathedral with paintings of glory etched into the ceiling, how people’s eyes would forever be glued there.

He felt euphoric to ever have your love, how you turned him immortal once again through your art.

He made sure to kiss your tired hands everyday for the works spent created by it, your forehead for your ideas and your eyes, the true work of art.

You sighed in weariness, placing the paintbrush down, you were halfway done with the painting of a river but it was the 5th river painting you made, you were stuck, and its breaking your heart, you’ve lost your spark for the past few days, you couldnt find any ideas left.

you got up from your seat to exit your room, you stopped at the threshold of the entrance before finding yourself turning back, looking at your works.

you sighed. Where had your spark gone?

Then, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, it was adrian’s, of course it was, his skin was as soft as silk, he was well groomed, but you..

“Weary, my love?” He murmured into your neck, pressing a gentle peck to your skin.

“I..” you trail off before turning to him. “Dont know.. i cant seem to even function anymore, i’ve lost my creativity, i cant even arch my back and fix my posture when i paint, when i look at beautiful scenery i cant bring myself to even paint it because it is not ad interesting as i paint, i’ve lost it..”

His gaze softened at you, immediately, he knew the reason why you’re weary, you had been overworking yourself for the past few days, in rush of art, almost draining every bits of energy in you that you felt like an empty page of a writer’s book who lost complete ideas.

You looked up at him, your arms instinctively holding onto his pale forearms.

His hands gently kneaded your waist before pulling you close, your forehead being met with his tender lips.

“i understand how you feel, y/n, my love. This is because of overworking yourself, this is because you took all of your ideas and rush them into an art piece that you completely drain yourself whilst doing so,” he pressed his forehead against yours, kissing your tears away. “You are stressing yourself out, your negative thoughts completely blurring your mind out, your ideas being completely veiled by your thoughts. I’m going to take care of you now, enough of your antics—“

“But—“

“My sweet love, would you possibly want to end up in this slump forever?”

You remained quiet, your head lowering before his index finger lifted your chin, pressing a gentle kiss at the top of your lip.

“Allow me to let you bask into solitude, just for a while, okay?” He whispered against your lips. “You are a work of art as well.. my work of art, and right now, you are losing your color..”

You couldnt help but nod, letting yourself melt into his arms like paint, allowing him to paint you into that masterpiece again, its his turn with the paintbrush.

A/N: for those lovely artists who is in artblock! Heres some comfort, i hope this soothes your weary and exhausted souls, know that you are seen and your efforts are admired just like you.

[the-stove-is-divorced]

Yes, exactly! They live far away from me as well, but love ‘em so dearly. Very fun to pretend there’s lost at sea… I can still hear their voice (I called the other day lol).

Nolan as a serial arsonist risk is so fucking funny. Does Debbie keep a fire extinguisher in the trunk and make him put it out? Like, he could easily do it with powers but no, fire extinguisher. At what point does she see a fire/smoke and not even think danger, but Nolan and a mild inconvenience LOL? Like, this mf better put it out. Debbie have 0 fear to even basic emergencies like a fire makes me cackle. Danger is an inconvenience to her at MOST. Also the image of him naturally moving so fucking fast his sleeve catches on fire, and has to get, like, so many clothes from Art.

I wonder if Art gets a call at like 5am and knows it’s Nolan because there’s a chance he slapped something off him and now he’s non-Art shirt his burned and he’ll need an Art-certified replacement. Curious how much Art makes in, like, both hero and villain suits as well as ordinary clothing modified for like lava monsters, or flaming skeletons, or someone cursed to be eternally freezing or have wings. Or even half off on clothes that are built to be easy to change out of for suit underneath. How many suits need to be able to withstand being pulled/ripped open but not torn by people with amplified strength?

All the Viltrum Empire’s tech being stolen makes too much sense honestly. They are the Colonizers: space edition ofc, but also what motivations do they have to craft anything when they can just sidestep typical obstacles? Fire? Slap a twig. Vibrate. But then again what’s even the need? If poisons don’t work, I doubt raw food is gonna kill them, like, what is the development of this society??? What is it even like?? Function??? I’m sure someone slapped an animal and cooked it, but like how long were they vibing with raw foods?

And yeah, if organs can just spill out and NOT kill you, do you just shove them back in and wait to heal or??? Cause like you point out, clearly infection isn’t an issue here, casually managing guts that should be zipped up inside the body isn’t an issue, like is pain seriously the only inconvenience? Also so curious about the speeds of healing. I understand why we slip forwards when Mark is injured, and hospitalization does seem to provide support, but like… do they need fucking lasers to even cut them open for surgeries? Nolan ate up a BOMB/LASER. They already expressed difficulty for the super dead soldiers, so, like, do they see Nolan or Mark as an incoming patient and start groaning. Is it terrifying because they’re slightly different bone structure or organs? Do they just not touch areas? What’s the experience of even seeing a body that’s barely human looking, but have the assumed general structure? The heart looks “misshapen”, but no it’s supposed to look like that, or fuck it, they have two, don’t touch that organ, they need it, don’t even try cutting anything stomach related or else the acids will melt through the very table. The minute Oliver walks up, somebody quits.

They really are living armor, clothing truly has to be for personal comfort only tbh. They don’t NEED it. Maybe for discomfort? And I suppose yeah, if you gotta wait for the Can’t Be Killed Easily genes to kick in, gotta protect the young. Which makes me so curious about like any ideas of childhood existing within the empire, if at all. I assume no by Nolan’s bafflement of the very purpose of a baseball game, but that could also be Nolan being Nolan, endearingly freaked out by Power of Love and Caring about Things. Which is a solid fifty fifty I think.

If there’s a section dedicated to soldiers, which you apply for, I assume, what do regular people do? What do kids do? What’s schooling like? Is there traditions for making your kids clothes while they’re still vulnerable? Some kind of cultural significance? Like I can assume they all were white, I think that’s shown before, but also do kids were colors to mark they don’t have their powers yet? Are there celebrations for getting your powers? Is it purely white and greys (which I think is canon with flashbacks but shh), or are do we have some SU style color coding based on jobs, excepts it’s in pastels lol. Light green? Works in slapping food to cook it. Light blue? Making maps across the universe or something idk. Like do they go shopping for Mark as a literal baby and Nolan gets very fucking weird about it? I think we saw it's pretty much white and grey as far as the eye can see, and yeah, I could see it being a society that's also restrictive on general uniform, but also pastels. Have we considered pastels. I think it's amusing.

And yeah, Nolan freaked the fuck out in the finale so badly, like yes, my guy, you made this, it’s real and tangible and loves you, it will not last forever and you could break it, deal with the newfound concept and he just lost his entire shit. Something something about screaming his replaceable Mark could be screams how much he’s scared of caring this deeply, which he does, but WHY WOULD YOU PROVE THAT POINT BY HAVING ANOTHER FAMILY?????? I know talked that into ground, beat the horse dead, back to life and dead again lol, but it never stops being so insane. Incredible terrible decision, folks, and has not apologized since! Did not forget he grabbed Mark by the neck as he got very loudly upset by the idea of caring AGAIN, very fun for Mark POV, where your dad tricked you, trying to use you, replaced you, and got more emotional about something he’s known for a month(s) than YEARS in earth. I know Nolan’s deathly allergic to caring normally, but like GODDAMN!!! Makes me want my guilt magnet upgraded to outright denial AND guilty.

Yeah, with Mark dead, I can see Nolan just kinda laying there. Frozen. Disbelief, then slow agonizing acceptance, but he just doesn’t move still, and ofc Debbie collects the body, because everyone gets extra issues today! But the denial would be so long lasting. Are there empire funeral customs? I know of you die it’s basically you’re on fault, so do you guys just bodies around or do something with them? But DEBBIE. Like, not enough to see your son die from Your husband’s hand, dying for a world he believed in, but you gotta collect the body yourself. And Nolan’s still there. Staring down. Waiting for something..? Oliver dying would be so interesting as well, like yeah dude, you cannot keep doing whatever the fuck you think you’re attempting!!! How Many times gotta learn this lesson old man!!!

The slow realization Mark won’t come back from space in s2 are so diabolical omg. Agonizing kind of horror and grief. There lingering hope showing being crushed over time. Delicious. Plus the lack of closure, because I assume at some point Nolan will come back, MAYBE, but maybe he doesn’t, maybe that’s the straw that makes him accept execution. And that’s it. No closure. Didn’t even realize that was gonna be there last time. Ughhhhh diabolical!!!!! I love it!!!!

And yes exactly! There’s gotta be a hyper specific niche for it, but there’s still no real story and they suck by proxy LOL. The critics about his own character, does he read reviews and get miffed? Is there a world where Nolan gets so pressed about his self insert protagonist he actually considers unpacking empire bs? But it being the equivalent of being “botany report on plant hybridization meant to be read by other people in the field” MADE ME CACKLE OMGGGGG. He’s got the narrative potential of a research paper.

IM CRYING, it’s Damp Son and Boil Husband. There’s always a towel in the back and front seats respectively, plus some in the trunk. Let’s hope he’s not a stress sweater either, though very amusing to me if Mark shakes to shake OFF sweat, or flies to cool off/find cooler air higher up, while Nolan is a walker boiling when he Aggressively Vibrates, to the point of arsonist. Fire extinguishers and towels LOL.

Nolan dismissing/not rushing the evacuation just so they can like chill inside an active volcano, peak. The image of this triggering Mark to sweat so much makes me cackle. Though, can Nolan lessen the heat himself? Like how quick is it? I know heat rushes to cooler sources, no? Less cold air coming in and heat escaping out, and he should be actively cooler than anything hot, but who knows? He’s only got so much surface area I assume, but the specifics of heat mechanics allude me without a research dive, lol. I assume whatever speed Nolan's got it, Mark is slower? Or, very funny if it is instant. But Nolan and Mark-specific bonding like that makes me fucking snort, like does Mark mention this casually to the TT, like yeah, me and Dad chilled in lava the other day--no, I'm not joking?

TT having to, agonizingly slowly, explain the concept of 'great power great responsibility' or a general run of the mill kinda heroic morality, to a mf without a real sense of danger, whose entire world is cardboard, and whose morals are unflinchingly self interested, are incredible. Like, he can understand pain, but nothing else sticks. They have so much work ahead of them LOL. Imagine they try talking to “what the fuck is danger” Debbie, who regularly works with villains, or Nolan, whose sense of heroism lies in the fact it was a job he can do, and really, he could be doing way worse rn. I think there’s just a dawning understanding here, lol. I love Mark being strange, yearnful sigh.

At some point I imagine it's kinda like The Good Place, and it's just TT taking turns trying to teach Mark about it that way. Kinda in a similar way I'd imagine Oliver being taught morality or philosophy (ex. with ethical dilemmas) at the GDA, which Doesn't Work Necessarily. 'Cause ask au!Mark or canon!Oliver about the Trolley Problem, whole and they'll just say they stop the trolley. They're not dumb, but it'd just be, like, why are they even on a trolley, they can fly. Wydm they're not fast enough? Then they'd try? It's a headache. No, they don't get why they'd be stumped. Just stop the trolley. They could punch it????

And as TT try to talk to him about things like morality, and how their jobs aren’t just jobs, like you rightly point out, he’ll immediately battles it away because their lives depend on working, and they’re so much more fragile than him, so what power do they have really? And as unintentionally baffling or even insufferable Mark can be, he’s also too useful to NOT be on the team either? How many potential sacrificial moves as TT members made only for Mark to just solve the issue. Wonder if how he treats civilian causalities, now, is he never at risk for quitting over a crisis? Or, is he somewhat upset by it, but accepts it’s just a risk for other people, happens whatever. Shame the fragile people died, but Nolan’s explained the concept to him ages ago. But YEAH, now I’m thinking about much force does Mark/Nolan need for like an actually decent message?

AND VERY TRUE! S3 felt like it needed to really stew in what they wanted to do, or stories in generally within. I assume the whole blackening heart is Mark’s heart, and not Oliver, but it’d be so funny it was Oliver’s. Like, love Mark (s3 characterization notwithstanding) but I cannot take his little pro-kill speech seriously, you have 1/3 kills actually STICK. Who’s to say you won’t ignore the next problem that comes by like in episode 7? But OMG YES, BOOTLEG IPS! I want so many so bad, there’s so fun. I love War Woman especially, like omgggggg, she’s bootleg Wonder Woman? I’m screaming in joy.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[fatkish]

Hey! Can I ask for angst request? 💖 Mic, Aizawa, All Might losing their child. It can be murder or some desease. How do they handle it? Did it ruin their lives? Tysm🌻

Aizawa, Present Mic and All Might x Dead Child Reader (Platonic)

Aizawa:

He’s always been worried, ever since you first told him you wanted to be a hero

He knew very well how dangerous the hero life is, he’s seen many people die, some of them, he watched die while saving him

He knows the dangers of the job, but he also knows how meaningful and impactful it can be

He knows what it’s like to save someone’s life and have them be thankful for it. He knows what it’s like to come home after a day of work knowing you saved a life, a life that won’t have to be mourned

He’s seen the good and the bad and knows you can’t have one without the other

He just didn’t expect for things to end this way

You had received a call from a mental hospital who’s paranoid and manic patient had escaped

You had gone to try and help the patient, to keep them from hurting others or themselves

You had found the patient on the roof of a tall building that was under construction and had tried talking to them, you had experience with these kinds of things so no one expected what would come next

You had almost managed to calm the patient down when the police showed up with guns and caused the patient to get spooked

In the blink of an eye, you saw how close the patient was to the roof’s edge and grabbed them, pulling them back as they ran, but before you could stop yourself, you were already falling

You didn’t fall too far but you ended up falling on some rebar, thus being impaled in multiple spots

Despite the hospital’s and surgeons best efforts, there was too much damage to be fixed and you ended up dying of blood loss

When Aizawa got the call, he rushed out of the classroom and nearly caused an accident while driving to the hospital

When he got there, when he saw the nurse peel back the white sheet covering your face, to reveal your deathly visage, he fell to his knees

The tears couldn’t and wouldn’t stop

He fell to kid knees, hand covering his mouth as the reality sunk in. He sat there on his knees for probably 30 minutes before he moved

He slowly approached your body, taking in your features, as the nurse left the room to give him time to grieve, he sat in a chair, just slowly disassociating with reality

His child is dead, the one he raised and watched grow up, he remembers your first words, first steps, the first time you called him daddy, all the precious little moments, all those memories come back to him as he sits there

And despite seeing your body in front of him, it still doesn’t feel real, you look like you’re sleeping, despite there being that deathly color that comes from a lack blood flow, the lack of warmth to your skin’s natural color gives it a cold unsettling dullness

It’s not until Present mic and Nemuri come to the room that it truly sinks in for Aizawa that you’re dead

After saying his goodbyes, Nemuri and Hizashi help Aizawa with all of the following tasks that come with death. If it weren’t for them, he wouldn’t even be able to function. Hizashi makes sure that your favorite song is playing at your funeral

Despite knowing that you’re not the kind of person who would hold a grudge, despite knowing that the man was unwell, Aizawa can’t help but harbor a resentment towards the man who you tried to help, only to end up dying

It takes a long time, and he never truly gets over it, it just starts to hurt a little less. Every year, on every holiday, on every one of your birthdays, Aizawa never fails to show up to your grave with flowers

Even if it’s only for a few minutes, he always makes sure to visit. He always makes time to visit, telling you about his day, what’s been happening, always with tears in his eyes, even once he’s retired and in old age, even when he himself is on death’s door, he always visits

Present Mic:

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, you weren’t really his kid, and you didn’t even live to become an adult

Hizashi met you through his radio show. He was looking through letters that were sent to the studio for the show and found yours. You had written to him from a children’s hospital, you had asked him if he could save your mom from the pain of having to watch you fight cancer since he was a hero

It was so sweet and so cute how you asked him to help your mom, but it hurt him since he knew there wasn’t really anything he could do, but that didn’t stop him from trying

After his radio show, one weekend, he payed a visit to the children’s hospital in incognito, once he met your mother, he introduced himself and showed her your letter and sat down with her

As she read your letter, she cried and he comforted her, offering her tissues and a shoulder to cry on

After they talked, she brought him into your room and introduced you to him. Your smile was one he’ll never forget. He spent that time talking to you and your mother, making you laugh and making your mother smile

After that day, he continued to visit often, he’d bring coffee for your mother and as time went on, he learned that her boyfriend and your father left her when he learned you were sick

He became the closest thing you had to a male parental figure. As time went on, you continued to fight against your cancer, going through chemotherapy and surgery, and after a few years, the cancer was gone and you were healthy

During that time, Hizashi and your mother grew close, and eventually, you guys went to live with him, but all good things must come to an end

When you were fifteen, your cancer came back, but this time, you didn’t catch it as fast. It had already spread to multiple organs and you were having difficulty breathing

You didn’t tell your mother when you first suspected that something was wrong because you didn’t want her to ever have to experience what she did before

Due to that, small tumors from the spreading cancer had started to grow in your lungs, (I don’t know if this is medically accurate but just go with it) cutting off your ability to breathe, you were then put on the waiting list for a lung transplant

Despite going through chemotherapy and radiation treatments, your condition never improved, and you passed away one night

Before you passed away, you and Hizashi had talked and you thanked him for saving you. He didn’t understand because you were still dying so asked you what you meant, you told him that he saved you, because now, you can die in peace knowing your mother won’t be alone when she grieves

You thanked him for being there for you both and asked him to please continue to be there for your mother, with tears in his eyes, he smiled and promised

Unlike All Might and Aizawa, Hizashi didn’t let your death haunt him. Yes he was devastated when you died and he’ll miss you greatly, but you were happy, and you wanted them to live and move on with their lives, and so, he did

Eventually your mom got married to him and even though they missed you, they chose to live for you, to experience the things you didn’t get to, so that when they see you again, they’ll have so many stories and things to tell you

All Might:

Unlike the others, you inherited your father’s quirklessness

You had no quirk, no special physical ability, you weren’t some technical genius, nor were you some kind of other genius

You were simply average, average grades, average physical ability, nothing about you stood out

You didn’t even inherit your father’s looks so no one ever thought that you were related to him. You inherited your mother’s hair color and eye color, you looked more like her than you did your father

Due to your average-ness, All Might wasn’t worried about you being found out and traced back to him, but he was worried about your general safety and mental health

Being quirkless himself, he knew how hard the 20% have it, he knew how badly they were treated, which is why you live with him instead of your mother

You were born as a result of a drunken hookup in his younger days in America, despite America’s “freedom”, having been a hero there for some time, he knew from experience that quirkless people there still face many challenges and bias. Despite what America would want others to believe, it wasn’t the safest place for you, so All Might agreed to have you live with him in Japan

Despite the prejudice and bias you grew up facing, you pushed through it and became one of the most formidable lawyers ever. You were most known for taking and winning cases about various quirk related bigotry/bias

Whether someone was unfairly targeted/mistreated due to their quirk or lack there of, or similar cases, you took them on whether there was money in it for or not. You didn’t take these cases on for profit, you took these cases because you believed that someone had to stand up for others

You made quite the name for yourself, despite how young you were, but that would prove to be your undoing

You had your own law firm, you had many junior lawyers and attorneys working under and learning from you. You had taken a case that you didn’t know would be your last

Your client was a Heteromorph who was suing an insurance company for quirk based discrimination. Your client has a quirk that makes them need constant moisture or else their skin would dry out severely. They had some kind of cephalopod quirk. Due to their constant need of moisture, an accident occurred leading to their home flooding and their insurance company refused to cover them due to their quirk

The company tried to claim that there was negligence on the homeowner’s part that lead to their house flooding but it was obvious that they were just trying to save face

One night, as you were getting into your car, you felt a shocking pain and them warm liquid began to trickle down your abdomen, you were shot, not once, but twice

The insurance company hired someone to stage a robbery so it wouldn’t be linked to them but heroes apprehended the robber who told them the truth

But sadly, it was too late for you. You were shot once in the abdomen and once in the head, you died before paramedics could arrive

All might had been teaching and his secret had already been discovered. He was in the teacher’s lounge when he got the call

He rushed to the hospital, trying to keep himself together on the drive there, but once he was brought to your room and the nurse pulled the sheet back, he couldn’t stop the tears

He knew was somewhat of an absent father, he kept a distance from you to try and keep you safe

He thought that you would hate him but you understood why he did what he did, you told him you didn’t have any ill feelings towards him

But he did wish that he had gotten to spend more time with you growing up, he promised himself that once he retired, he wouldn’t miss out on a single event of yours, not anymore

When you graduated, all throughout your school life, whenever an event happened, you were the only kid who’s parent never came to a single event, you watched all the other kids greet their parents or guardians but no one was ever there for you, even when you graduated valedictorian of your law school, All Might wasn’t there

However, All Might wished that he could be absent from this event, your funeral. He made sure that the press would not be able to get in or near your funeral. Many of your juniors in your law firm and most of your clients dropped by to pay their respects. When they learned who your father was, they told him stories about you and sang your praises

Your second in command ended up taking control of your law firm and made sure your legacy was upheld, making sure that nothing changed and those that needed help could seek it out whether they had enough money or not

Despite the pain he felt, All Might couldn’t have been more proud of you, hearing how you helped people. But he still felt guilty, he has so many regrets, he wishes he would have been there for you, he wishes he had more memories, more pictures of you

Looking back, he doesn’t remember your first steps, he doesn’t remember hearing you call him dad for the first time, how much of your life did he miss out on, how much did it affect you? Were you only putting on a brave face for him? So much of your life, he doesn’t remember, and it breaks his heart to realize it

He looks back through all his photos of you and him together and manages to only find two. One of when you were a baby, taken at your mother’s insistence, and the other was taken by Grand Torino, of you at four years old wearing an All Might costume standing next to a cardboard cutout of him, posing in the same way

Looking through a photo album, he watches you grow up second hand, and it haunts him. Seeing how he failed as a father, how he wasn’t there, he never forgives himself for not being there for you, and as time passes on, his guilt stays with him, like a weight on his shoulders, never leaving him

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[valtoiddd]

MORE OWYNN MORE OWYYN

on it boss 🫡

[shadails]

Glad you found it helpful! :D

I too am someone who looks more at character dynamics over looks haha. I tend to dislike ships where the characters have personalities that clash, especially when that leads to fighting (There's a certain balance I need. a little tension & disagreement is good, but if they just upset eachother when together, then they probably shouldn't be together imo!)

The fact you like rougaze is funny, cause I also love rougaze LOL This gif of them lives in my head rent-free tbh

In order not to make this post too massive, I'll put my shadails-specific thoughts under the cut ^_^

SORRY FOR THE WALL OF TEXT IN ADVANCE

Okay, so one thing about me is that my sonic-brain functions very heavily in the archie-sonic-verse... This doesn't matter too much, but it may help contextualize how I interpret them haha.

I always thought that Shadow and Tails might get to know one another better over work, actually. Tails runs a workshop and does commission work, so I felt like he would probably work with GUN on R&D projects sometimes. Sonic Chronicles kind of confirms this as well (secretly Chronicles is the best game since it was based on the archie sonic comics). Since Shadow also works for GUN (sometimes. depending on how SEGA is feeling) they would likely run into eachother on occasion, and with Tails being who he is, he'd try to start up conversations with Shadow just to be friendly ... Shadow, being who he is, would probably ignore these olive branches for the most part until Tails says something that catches his attention. Which wouldn't be too difficult, since vehicles and weapons are kinda up Shadow's alley after all lol

I heavily prescribe to the idea that Shadow, while gruff and angry on the outside, is actually a big softie inside. I always felt like Tails would be pretty good at pulling that out of him... it's hard to be angry at Tails after all. Also, the similarities to Maria that I mentioned in the slideshow add to this :b Shadow has a lot of trauma that I feel like Tails would be able to help him work through just by being a good friend tbh. He's got a bad habit of self-isolating and bottling thing up, but Tails is unintrusive and a good listener.

More on Tails' side of things... He often feels overshadowed by Sonic, and unrecognised/underappreciated by others. He wants to be respected & acknowledged for his achievements, but as Sonic's sidekick, lots of people just attribute his accomplishments to Sonic instead... Shadow is the type to see someone as they are though. He's surprisingly open about the qualities he respects in people. Tails would always know that Shadow has his back, and would be able to rely on him for support. Tails' trauma isn't as severe as Shadow's, but he still struggles due to being an orphan & from the bullying he experienced as a child. He'd be able to connect with Shadow over those feelings of loneliness... trauma buddies xoxo

I also just think. it would be so funny. Imagining Sonic finding out his best bud & little brother is dating his angsty dark brooding rival is very funny to me. (I wrote a fic about it :] )

I could go on, but I do have other things to do and this post is getting kind of long LOL thanks for reading my rambling! Hope you found it entertaining at least :b

tumblr user shadails...will you tell me about shadails...i would like to know what makes them compelling to you. is there a narrative? parallels, perhaps? an intriguing dynamic? i want to know what youre cooking with these two.

Hello, tumblr user nyanbinary-87 (good name btw), I would be happy to tell you about shadails!

In fact, I used this as a great opportunity to create a brand new version of my horrible informational slideshow!

(sorry if anything is illegible. trying to squeeze everything into just a handful of slides was harder than expected... and I still forgot some things! lol)

If you would like more of my personal thoughts/headcanons on shadails & their dynamic, I would be happy to share as well :) But in the end...

[mad-hunts]

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!

[illegiblehandwriting1]

was at a function the other day and there was this photographer and i swear to god he looked precisely how i imagine Wit to look like. It was uncanny.

[inbabylontheywept]

i once accidentally dated someone for a few months. its very difficult to explain how this happened, but the gist is that i thought we were hanging out, and she thought we were on dates, and it was just a very painfully highschool thing.

she was a little bit confused that i hadnt tried to pull any moves, at all, even a little. like, didnt even try holding hands because, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating.

so, halloween rolled around, and she thought, you know, why wait for destiny, when you can grab it? so she hit me with a clue by four.

babylon, she said. babylon. my mom's gonna be out of town on halloween, and im gonna have the house to myself, and it's going to be kind of lonely. would you like to come to my house and watch scary movies with me?

you know, kind of a netflix and chill thing. except, and i cannot emphasize this enough, i did not know we were dating. also autism. so i took it at face value and said: oh! yeah! thatd be fun! and she thought she got her point across, but she didnt and it was a mess.

skip forward to halloween: my family has a block party every year, right? and at that point i was too old to really trick or treat, but we still wore costumes for our role in the block party, which in my case, was handing out cotton candy. so i took the first shift, and my costume was this homemade abomination minion thing. i had full yellow body paint, and goggles, and a bald cap, and overalls. the kids who saw it were like, uh, hm. overly realistic minion. and adults were like, oh, some kind of hills have eyes hillbilly with jaundice. very scary.

(it was not my best costume.)

my little brother swapped me out for second shift, and i was getting ready to change out to head to her house when i was like: no, she'll get a real kick out of this. this is one of the worst things i have ever worn. so i kept it on and just brought a change of clothes thinking i could shower real quick and change at her place after she saw my nightmare getup.

so i left after that, got there, knocked on her door, and she said come on in. so i went in, and there was this very long hall with an abrupt right turn into her living room where the tv was, and i went down the hall, and i made the turn, and my field of view went from beige drywal to her, on the couch, naked. naked in the paint me like one of your french girls pose. super naked.

i panicked. this was my first time seeing a real person like, full on sex naked,which is a totally different beast from other kinds of naked. you see one kind of naked and you think yeah, im ready for all the kinds of naked, but you arent. i wasnt at least. i really wasn't.

so my brain crashed to BIOS. she also crashed to BIOS, but for different reasons. of all the ways this could have turned me, having me show up in yellow body paint and overalls was pretty pretty low down the list.

so we sat there a while, and you know, she wasn't getting any less naked, which really wasn't helping me get my brain sorted out. it really wasnt much of a surprise when she got her bearings first and started asking questions.

"babylon," she said. "babylon. what are you wearing?"

and i was like, kind of rebooted, but i was nowhere near full functionality, so symbolic language wasnt loaded in yet. i had nothing running but my trusty autism.exe, so i said

"overalls"

and she looked at me like i was the dumbest person in the entire world, and i looked at her like she was the first naked person i had seen in real life who got naked specifically for me, and my upper level cognitive process went: "listen man, we are not going to get our shit together as long as 80% of your brain power is devoted to not blinking. you gotta get out of here."

and if id communicated that, maybe things would have been less of a mess, but instead i just kind of turned around and walked back to my car. i figured i could drive a few loops around the block, get my brain in order, and figure out what the hell we were gonna do.

the only thing i had said to her since arriving was, again, overalls.

first loop around, i was like: oh god fucking damnit. oh shit. oh shit. shes gonna get like, an eating disorder from this. oh no.

second loop around i was like: oh NOOOOO oh WHAT THE FUCK oh SWEET JESUS PLEASE. i dont wanna go back man. i just wanna bury this and forget about it. please. please. let this bitter cup pass from my lips.

and after my third loop, i went and i knocked on her door again.

she answered it this time, and i counted my lucky stars that she'd changed into some pajamas. she was all teary eyed which was the saddest thing ever, and we sat down in her kitchen and talked. it was pretty bad - i figured out we'd been dating, and she figured out that trying to jump from home plate to 3rd base is considered ballsy in baseball, least of all dating. no real winners there. and i can remember after all that, we sat there a bit a bit longer, just steadying ourselves, and i was like "well, im actually really glad we figured that out. guess i'll see you at school tomorow' and she said "WAIT. wait."

"lets watch shrek 2."

so we did and it was horrible. we did not look at each other. we did not say a word. we just sat in stony silence, while shrek 2 played in the background, and when it was done we shook hands. i think we might have been able to salvage that as a friendship if it hadnt been for shrek. as it was she turned white as a sheet and ran away every time she even got a glimpse of me at school, and that summer she moved to a new state to live with her dad. all her friends said she moved just so she wouldn't have to go to school with me anymore, and i dont actually think they were lying.

every time i hear relationship counselors talk about how important communication is, and i'm tempted to roll my eyes, i look back and go, alright. alright. theres probably some poor bastard, somewhere in the world, who doesnt even know that hes married.

and god help him when he figures it out.

other bad dating story here.