#indestructible gravity

[dcharmed]

SUPER MAN x Female!Reader

Leaning against the window, [Y/N] whispered softly to herself.

“I love you, Superman.”

“I love you, Clark Kent.”

“I love you, Kal-El... I miss you.”

The words lingered in the quiet like a secret carried on the wind.

And then—

a shift in the air. A hush, followed by a gust of warmth and color.

Red and blue blurred into focus as he landed just beyond the balcony, the faint sound of his boots touching down lost in the thrum of her heartbeat.

She smiled, a little breathless.

“You took a bit longer than usual tonight.”

He stood there, wind catching the hem of his cape, his eyes soft and almost unsure as they searched her face.

“I was listening,” he said, voice low—vulnerable. “You whisper like that, and it’s hard not to drop everything. And..”

Her heart clenched. The man the world called indestructible looked at her like she was the only thing that could shatter him.

“…Don’t say it like that,” he added with a sheepish smile. “If you do, I swear my heart might actually explode.”

The tips of his ears turned red. Kal-El, hero of a thousand rescues, blushing at a single sentence.

It was so utterly human, so heartbreakingly tender, that [Y/N] felt herself drawn in like gravity.

She stepped closer, heart pounding like thunder trapped in her chest. Her fingers brushed the edge of his suit—warm, steady, real.

And then, without a word, she rose on her toes to could see him. With her heart overflowing, she reached up and kissed him—softly, sweetly, and with everything she felt.

[inspiredrawaw]

ITS THEE TRIANGLE in my Gravity Atelier au (witch hat atelier gravity falls au)

i figured out a way with the lore of Witch Hat Atelier so Bill is still a Triangle but still has a few of his powers without being a straight demon or god since that’s something I havnt encountered in my rereading of WHA!!! Have it be that he was once a human who desired immortality and beyond regular witch powers.

And now the ramblings! his design was fun to figure out. I wanted Bill to still be Bill Cipher. So in this au Bill was imprisoned and has figured out a seal on his hat that holds onto his being so he can be in Gravity Falls ready to corrupt and manipulate people. Bill is a brimmed hat that also has 3 other seals etched into the inside of his hat. One for mind control to possess other people, an illusory seal to change his shape, and a seal that makes him indestructible. Bill achieved this eons ago so no one modern day knows if Bill Cipher is a witch or just the hats that’s possessed humans for eons. His original body is trapped in this AU’s version of the alternate dimensions and nightmare realm called the Forests of Mazes. He needs the portal/window to work to unleash the chaos the forests holds and his full potential.

[superman-the-secret-third-thing]

Silver Age Superman Biography

Interesting to contrast that against our modern mythos of Big Blue.

Source: Superman #225 (1970)

Differences from the modern era.

-Kal-El spent time on Krypton as a toddler and as such remembers it.

-Mild Clark Kent is a fake persona, and the real one is Superman

-He's strong because earth has lower gravity, and the yellow sun gives him his other super powers.

-both of the Kents died when he was 18

-Any object from Krypton can harm him, not just Kryptonite (which is the deadliest because it's basically uranium) in addition, nearly every object from Krypton is indestructible under the yellow sun. Kryptonite is an exemption.

-Superman is an honorary member of every nation in the UN, allowing him to freely cross borders. Supergirl also has the is privilege.

-Superman can travel into the past or future by sheer speed alone.

-His brain constantly demands new challenges and new problems to solve. When he isn't on a mission he does research and painting and sculpting.

-He has vowed to never kill, and if he does, he'll retire.

-His secret identity is known by Batman, Robin, Supergirl, the Flash, Lori Lemaris and Pete Ross.

[bijouxcarys]

Bad News (Roman Reigns x fem!OC)

Masterlist

Description: They told her to stay away. But something about him makes her keep coming back for more.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: @octaviastargirl @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen @bigsimperika

@cyberdejos2 @keyaho @heauxvibez (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Roman fics)

Saturday, May 27th 2023 – Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

It had always been the three of them.

Despite not sharing a father, the sibling bond between Jasmine and Kevin was unshakable. Their shared history spanned so many years that neither could recall a time when it was otherwise. Although he was nearly a decade her senior, the two of them wreaked havoc together like a dynamic duo from Hell. The real transformation came when Sami entered Kevin’s life, escalating their antics to new heights.

Inseparable, irreplaceable, indestructible. Nothing could come between them.

Except… the face of pro wrestling. The one man that Jasmine was incessantly warned against—stay away from him, Jas; he’s not worth the trouble.

Roman fucking Reigns.

Ever loyal to her brother’s and best friend’s advice, she made an earnest attempt to heed their warnings. Attempt being the operative word here.

“Give me a bit of slack, man, I’m trying my best here,” she’d mutter, her face buried in the couch pillows.

“There’s no slack when it comes to that man, Jas. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s a wrestler, not the mafia.”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so dramatic—”

“I’m not. He just has a way of…” Sami shivered slightly, “getting into your head.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of your little man crush.”

Jasmine was fully aware of her family’s fraught history with Roman and The Bloodline, so it wasn’t unusual for them to vent whenever they had a private moment backstage. They were always careful—God only knew the repercussions if the wrong ears caught wind of their conversations.

“He has kids, doesn’t he?”

“And an ex-wife.”

“Yeah, but kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“…Potent dad nut?”

“Jasmine!”

She understood the gravity of someone overhearing Sami and Kevin. Being a new addition to the main roster afforded her certain privileges that others might not have. However, nothing—absolutely nothing—would compare to the trouble she’d be in if either man discovered her… extracurricular activities.

> Still held up?

Jasmine glanced down at her phone, the text neatly displayed under the name BDU—an alias Roman had adopted from a fan’s moniker for him, “Big Daddy Uce,” circulating on social media.

She hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over her screen, before typing out her reply.

Just a bit longer. Kevin and Sami are running late.<

Hitting send without a second thought, she sighed to herself. Navigating this bullshit lie was exhausting. The thrill of sneaking around with Roman clashed with the constant fear of those who loved her the most finding out. She glanced at the clock; time was slipping away.

Just then, the door to the locker room inched open, a familiar voice calling inside.

“Jas, you in here?”

“Yep. Just me, Kev, you can come in.”

She swore she felt the contents of her stomach clawing its way up her body when she noticed the stern expression on her brother’s face. Oh, shit, he’s found out. Time to move to Antarctica and live amongst the penguins.

“What’s up?” she asked after clearing her throat and sending him a nonchalant smile.

With a grunt, Kevin flopped down beside her, chewing over his thoughts. “Look… I know you’re trying…” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And I can only interfere so much, and as your big brother, it’s my responsibility to prote—”

“Will you just spit it out already?”

“You really need to stay away from him, Jasmine. A-and it’s not just about us—he’s bad fucking news. I don’t wanna lose you because of all that.”

“I get it, I really do…” Jasmine furrowed her brows, unsure as to why he was spouting the same lecture he’d already given her a million times already. The two of them locked eyes, as if they were trying to see into each other’s thoughts. Jesus, just tell me what you really mean.

“I noticed it, y’know.” Kevin sighed.

“You noticed what?”

“The little smiles you give him whenever he goes past catering, or whenever we just so happen to cross paths before and after a match.”

“Sorry, am I not allowed to smile at people anymore?” Jasmine huffed, reaching down to tighten her bootlace.

“That’s not what I’m saying! But I know you, Jas—I know how you get with guys—”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“It means you’re a flirt, and so is that asshat,” he stood up, angled over her just to solidify his point.

“And?” she looked up at him, her hands flying out in an act of defence.

Kevin studied her face for a moment, before eventually sighing. “Just… please be careful, okay?”

“Listen,” she stood up, still inches shorter than him, but with the same gusto. “Nothing you’ve said to me about Roman Reigns has gone in one ear and out the other. I get it. You and Sami drill it into my head enough, how could I forget to be careful with him?” Her face softened and she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “I’m fine, Kev. Really. I’m a big girl, I can handle a 6ft 4 Samoan wrestler, even if it means telling him to fuck off when he steps wrong.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay… I’d like to see you square up to him.”

“You know what I mean, idiot. Now, go and do whatever you were doing and stop worrying about me and my wondering eyes.”

Jasmine took the seconds after Kevin’s departure to release the heaviest sigh known to man.

You’re really not making this easy for me, Big Dog.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she slipped out of the locker room, making her way through the labyrinthine halls of the arena. The crowd’s distant roar echoed around her, reminding her of just where the fuck she was and the spectacle unfolding just beyond the breeze block walls. The audiences in Jeddah were always loud.

Finally, she reached the private room where she knew Roman was waiting. Knocking softly on the door, she slid in as smoothly as she could, meeting the never-faltering intense gaze of the man she really shouldn’t be seeing right now.

“Jassy,” he drawled, pulling her further into the room and closing the door behind her. “Thought you were gon’ stand me up.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his girthy arms around her. “Kevin practically cornered me.”

Roman’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always playin’ the big brother, huh? Thinks he can keep you from me.” He lowered his gaze to her lips, looking over her face with the same shit-eating air of arrogance he displayed in the ring.

“Maybe he should,” she shot back, though her tone was more teasing than anything else. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

He chuckled lowly. “You like bad influences, baby.”

Dramatically sighing, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking herself. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though.” She poked at his chest in a half-hearted attempt at separating their bodies.

“Oh, you like me, Jasmine. More than you wanna admit.” He leaned into her, breath warm against her ear. “And that’s what drives your pretty ass crazy.”

She huffed, her palms flat against his bare chest, still waiting to be oiled down. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of it if you think you can keep resisting me.” Hands settled on her waist; he tugged her closer. “But I get it, baby, I do… You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t get enough.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she attempted to suppress a smile. God-be-damned if she even so much as thought about matching the grin on his perfect fucking face.

“You wish.”

“Shh, you gotta stop tryna push me away so much, mama.” To her utter surprise, Roman placed a tentative kiss to her forehead, though the grip he had on her remained possessive. Territorial.

The two stood there for a moment, savouring the rare peace of their stolen time together. But the reality of their situation loomed large, regardless of their circumstances, and Jasmine knew they couldn’t stay in this tiny ass room for long.

Reluctantly, she pulled away completely. “I should go before they start looking for me.”

Roman nodded, though his qualms mirrored her own. “Be safe out there, Jassy. And remember,” he quickly added, causing her to stop in her tracks and half-turn in his direction. “Anythin’ goes wrong over there, you got me.”

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. “Always.”

Of course, he couldn’t resist landing a small, teasing, slap to her ass just before she pulled the door open and disappeared for the night. She could still feel the light sting as she made her way down to catering, where she knew Sami and Kevin would be.

“Everything okay?” Sami asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Jasmine nodded, forcing a casual tone. “Yeah, just needed a breather. It’s hot here, don’t you think?” She took a seat opposite the pair, instantly pulling her phone out once she felt the small buzz in her pocket.

> See you later ;)

You’re so sure about that aren’t you?<

> I told you… you can’t stay away

She tucked the phone away with a determined smile, knowing he was right. He always was.

And that proved to be true a lot sooner than she had hoped. Later that evening, as the arena buzzed with the looming anticipation of the night’s main event, Jasmine found herself once again lost in the battle of her morals. Roman and Solo’s tag team match against Sami and Kevin was literally minutes away, and she knew she had to wish him luck. Even if it meant risking another confrontation with her brother.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where she knew The Bloodline would be. Distant from everyone else, so she was thankful for that aspect.

Jimmy answered her knock, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her.

“Hey, Jas. What you doin’ here?”

“Just wanted to, uh��� wish Roman luck, I guess,” she said, trying to sound casual about her impromptu detour.

The Uso raised an eyebrow but stepped aside to let her in. Inside, the air was thicker than it was in the corridors. It was like the pre-match mental preparation seeped into the ethos. Paul and Solo were over on the couch, both eyeing her with curiosity. And in the very centre of the room, angled towards a mirror as he adjusted his red glove, was Roman.

“Look who decided to show up,” Roman chimed, his voice dripping with playful pride. Sauntering over to her, his wet hair hung at the sides of his face as he angled down to look her in the eye. “Told you, you can’t stay away… You here to give me a good luck charm, baby?”

“Maybe I am,” she crossed her arms and met his gaze head-on. “Not that you need it, Mr. Head of the Table.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled, eyes darkening with that familiar glint. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

Jasmine snorted a small laugh with a swift roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Roman leaned in closer, dropping his voice to that husky whisper she usually only ever heard in their most private moments. “You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Might need a little extra motivation.”

Even though his tone caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, she maintained her composure. “I think you’ll be just fine without me distracting you.”

“You always distract me, Jassy. That’s half the fun.”

Before she could respond, Jimmy interrupted with a grin. “Hey, Uce, you better focus on the damn match. Don’t let Jas here mess with your head.”

Roman shot his cousin a glare. “I got this. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ mess with my head tonight.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to suppress the amusement that came with every visit to any locker room belonging to The Bloodline. “Alright, alright. Go out there and show them why you’re the Tribal Chief.”

His intense glare softened as he looked back at Jasmine. “You gonna be watchin’?”

“Aren’t I always?” she raised an eyebrow as she made her way to the door.

“As long as you keep acknowledging me, baby, that’s all I need.”

She shot him a grin before closing the door behind her. Oh, I’ll always acknowledge the fuck out of you.

Roman’s domineering presence was palpable, right from the very start of the match. She wasn’t sure if it was just where she watched on from the shadows of Gorilla, but every move he made exuded a confidence in him like never before. But… Kevin and Sami were relentless. They pushed The Bloodline to their limits. And her eyes couldn’t decide where they wanted to be focused. Once again thrown into the back and forth of what outcome she really wanted…

Roman and Solo seemed to have the upper hand at times, but her own family fought back with a determination that left everyone on the edge of their seats, even her.

Eventually, Kevin had Roman alone. Squaring off in the ring. Their rivalry coming to a head in a series of brutal exchanges. A Stunner from Kev, an immediate Spear by Roman. Usually, she could tell which direction a certain match was going. But this? A whole other level.

The climax of the match came in a flurry of action. Solo unleashed a devastating assault on Sami, while Roman engaged Kevin in a battle of wills. The crowd erupted as the evening reached its fever pitch, the finale hanging in the balance.

In a final, dramatic moment, Sami managed to evade Solo’s grasp and tag in Kevin, who launched into a brutal offence against Roman. And despite Roman’s best efforts, Kevin and Sami’s relationship proved too strong. Another Stunner to Roman, followed by a classic Helluva, secured the pinfall that retained her family’s title.

Everyone seemed to explode with cheers. Jasmine couldn’t decide if she was proud of Sami and Kevin for their win, or disappointment that her illegal partner of sorts had actually… lost.

The same engulfed her as she tried her best to celebrate with her brother and best friend backstage. Tried to look happier than she really was. A horrible feeling if there ever was one.

You’re betraying your family; you should be happy!

Then she caught it. Focused, intense eyebrows narrowed down atop eyes that lit up whenever in her presence. Though, this time, approaching was out of the question. Roman passed from afar, followed by Jimmy, Solo, and Paul. His fists clenched at his sides, and his nostrils flared, she held no remorse for him ignoring is surroundings. He was in his head, and she empathised.

However, no amount of losing could stop him from approaching her.

Her phone buzzed as she flopped down onto the bed in her hotel room, snug in a fluffy robe after a hot shower.

> You busy?

Nope<

It took him a while to respond, but once he did, a wide smile overtook her features and she shot up into a seated position.

> Unlock your door and sit on the bed. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 15.

[thinkmarkthink]

Lois is gone for 48 hours on an international assignment. Clark promises it’ll be fine.

He’s wrong.

The baby—Jon, seven months old and built like a literal tank—starts flying without warning and has exactly zero regard for gravity or ceiling fans. Clark has to phase through four walls in one day. He goes through three baby onesies and one nuclear containment suit (don’t ask).

By hour 12, Clark has duct-taped a Kryptonian-safe pacifier to a teething ring and created an indestructible baby carrier from a piece of his old cape.

Jon giggles through every disaster. Clark tries to keep up the chirpy “Daddy’s got you!” tone, but at one point he’s holding his son with one hand and redirecting an asteroid with the other.

The League finds him in the monitor room at 3 a.m., cradling Jon with bloodshot eyes and Sofia the First playing on loop.

Batman stares.

Clark doesn’t blink. “He won’t sleep unless the theme song’s playing.”

There’s silence. Then Bruce mutters, “I respect that,” and quietly leaves.

Jon finally dozes off around sunrise. Clark kisses his forehead, whispering, “You’re going to destroy me.”

He’s smiling when he says it.

[pagannatural]

2.03 Bloodlust

-Sam flirts with Dean by telling him (and the Impala) to get a room. Meanwhile he’s looking at Dean like this and the two of them are, literally, getting a room.

-Sam tells the bartender “we’re looking for some people” and the bartender says “sure, hard to be lonely.”

Sam blinks wide, grimaces. Dean looks at him, assessing. Sam looks down and then at Dean while he says “yeah, but, um…” slowly, then he regroups and pulls out a fifty, “that’s not what I meant.” There’s a sexual implication to being lonely and looking for someone at a bar, and the brothers share a very loaded look about it. It’s like this bartender accidentally hit on a truth.

Sam has been lonely for Dean. He’s been trying to get Dean to talk to him and spend time with him since their dad died, and Dean has been shutting Sam out emotionally. Sam knows Dean is lonely for him too, even though he won’t say it.

-Sam notices something is off when Dean says he’s been itching for a hunt. He and Dean also make prolonged eye contact after Dean kills a vampire and his face is spattered with blood, and Sam notices Dean is unsettled. They give each other strength just by staring into each others eyes. Sam’s always paying attention to Dean.

-Dean also notices right away that Sam’s off and asks him if he’s okay. Noticing Sam, for him, is less watchful and more like noticing the orbit of his own moon. Gravity’s off, something’s up with Sam.

-Sam went from correcting Dean every time he used Sam’s nickname to “he’s the only one who gets to call me that.” It’s so possessive, like he’s saying I’m his not yours. Dean notices and smiles to himself. Then he says “Sammy remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later” you’re gonna do what to him later?

-Sam’s development from telling Dean he has to let him go to identifying him as the only one who can use his nickname is also the change from Sam seeking distance to Sam acquiescing to being Dean’s.

-Dean tells Gordon a story about killing a monster at 16 while Sammy waited in the car. He didn’t need to mention where Sammy was, he wasn’t a part of the story, but he has a condition* that makes him talk about Sammy to strangers whenever he’s not there (*wretched, soul-crushing love).

-Dean tells Gordon he always thought of his dad as indestructible. Now he’s questioning everything about his dad’s teachings and realizing the version of John in his head is not the only one.

-Sam says he sees through Dean’s fake smile and knows how Dean feels, because he feels the same way. When Sam says that Dean’s behavior is “an insult to [John’s] memory,” Dean kind of nods and raises his eyebrows like “you have no fucking idea” before punching Sam in the face.

-For once, Sam is way off about Dean. He has no idea how Dean feels or what he’s dealing with. The idea of insulting vs honoring John’s memory is complicated for Dean right now. He’s seeing Sam being protective of John for maybe the first time ever and I can just imagine Dean thinking, I raised you, and the man you finally want to respect as your father asked me to kill you.

-Dean looks regretful after he punches Sam, like he’s realizing he took it too far, and Sam looks hurt and taken aback, his eyes searching to and away from Dean and his mouth open. And then Sam tells Dean, “you can hit me all you want. It won’t change anything.”

There are some potential layers to that.

1. They’re arguing about something else here, at the same time—whether or not vampires can choose to act ethically or if they’re inherently evil. Sam implores Dean not to kill them, believing the former. Dean wants killing to be black and white due to Dead Dad’s Last Words reasons. Hitting Sam won’t make the issue any clearer.

2. Sam’s words could be interpreted as “you can hurt me all you want and it won’t change how I feel.” About Dean. Or “whatever you do it won’t change the way things are.” Between them.

3. Sam has been begging Dean to give him something real and emotional, he’s been pushing and pushing him to get a reaction, escalating and becoming more desperate. Now Dean has responded. He’s hurt Sam, but that means he’s touched him out of uncontrollable emotion—or better yet has chosen to inflict his feelings and needs upon Sam’s body. The pain is better than nothing.

It’s hard to be lonely.

-When I first saw this scene I was shook. Dean hit his baby brother! My best guess is that Dean has never punched him like this before, outside of the context of sparring. I might be wrong about that, but the way Sam accepts the punch and turns slowly back to Dean with that disbelieving look felt too significant. I thought Sam was going to feel betrayed or scared, but Sam’s resolve strengthens, he gazes after Dean, and then he follows him.

And then things go right back to normal between them.

-Another thing Sam is missing is that Dean trusts Gordon partially because Dean can identify with Gordon. Gordon said he hunts vampires because vampires killed his sister, and Dean trusts another protective brother.

-Sam tracks the nest and Dean says “you’re good. You’re a monster pain in the ass, but you’re good.” Just like that they’re reconciled. Sam’s face is probably still throbbing, it’s been like 3 minutes.

-When Gordon pulls a knife on Sam and admits he killed his sister himself, it’s over for him. Dean is not having any of that.

-Dean punches Gordon in the face in front of Sam, then moves really close to Sam to tell him they can leave now. It’s like he wants Sam to see what he’ll do to anyone who threatens him. Dean is the only one who’s allowed to hurt Sam. He also asks Sam to punch him to get him back, so he clearly feels guilty.

-Dean’s true nature is a huge theme in this episode. He’s trying to understand who he is. Gordon tells him that he was “born to hunt” and “a killer like me.” John wrote the same things about child-Dean in his diary.

At the end of the episode, Dean tells Sam that he has the instinct to kill and would’ve killed the vampires. That’s how he was raised, it’s what John told him to do. I love how Dean is a caregiver and a killer in equal measure, he takes naturally to both violence and nurturing.

Sam reminds him he made the right choice. Dean says “yeah cause you’re a pain in my ass.” He made the decision because of Sam. He’ll kill for Sam but he’ll also decide not to kill for Sam.

Sam says “I guess I might have to stick around to be a pain in the ass then.” Dean thanks him and gazes at him intently. Even here, notice the mention of their connection being painful.

Sam is now agreeing to stick with Dean not because of what John would’ve wanted but because he’s accepting his role as Dean’s guiding light, the one thing that gives him a sense of purpose and good.

Dean’s purpose is not killer or caregiver, but protector. He’s guardian of Sam’s soul.

[natequarter]

What does “the doctor is a function of the universe” mean?

this is an eldritch eu time lords thing - the gist of it is that the time lords defined and shaped, not the universe itself, but time - they shaped and define the arc of history. another related idea is time lords are Made of Maths (think logopolis/castrovalva), or, distinctly, that, having defined the universe, the time lords are an essential part of the universe. they are not just defined by maths, but made of physics. and the doctor, of course, [ANGRILY KICKS THE TIMELESS CHILD] is a time lord. see the book of the war on the "great houses" (time lords):

It’s long been held that the Great Houses may well have been responsible for many of the physical laws of the universe as they’re now known, but even that misses the point. The Houses are those physical laws. The laws are extensions of their own selves, of their identities and of their culture. In theory, the idea that anybody might be capable of going to war with these bloodlines is utterly ridiculous. In theory, it would be like going to war with gravity, or with a colour, or an element, or a geometric shape. In practice, however, the last fifty years have shown that it’s somehow possible.

see, separately, the entry on the anchoring of the thread:

The early universe was effectively structureless, but the Great Houses seem to have known that this state of affairs wouldn’t last. Given enough time it would inevitably begin to develop a definite framework, as new cultures emerged across the span of the continuum and new species began to impose their own versions of meaning on the continuual strata. The ever-nervous academicians of the Homeworld knew they wouldn’t be alone much longer, and most likely feared how other intelligences might influence the shape of the future: in theory the coming generations of species could be so different that a collision between them and the Houses would be as catastrophic as a collision of different forms of matter. Already, early deep-time explorations performed by the Houses’ pioneers had shown that there were things at work in the formative future, things which simply couldn’t be classified or even monitored by the Houses’ own technology. Attempts had occasionally been made to avert the existence of such things, often using the most violent and primitive of the early time-technologies.

But the Houses’ grand solution was to create the structure of the future for themselves. They were to stitch their biologies into the substance of creation at the most fundamental level, root themselves (or at least their culture) into the continuum, build a framework through which sentient life – their kind of sentient life – could understand, monitor and manipulate time in the outside universe. The bonding would make them virtually indestructible, as a society if not individually: the price would be infertility and cultural stasis. For the universe to remain constant the Houses would have to remain constant as well, and indeed the entire noosphere-core of the Homeworld would have to exist outside the main body of time. Or at least, outside the meta-structure of history which they were about to create.

it's a bit complicated, but that's the gist of it.

[qsphyxias]

idk if your requests are open but i was wondering if you could write a (tom)peter parker x male reader fluff because i really enjoyed the other ones that you have written 🫶🫶🫶🫶 much love

if you read yaoi and/or bl regularly as a woman, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; peter parker x male! reader

warnings ; male (he/him) reader, cussing, (tom holland) peter parker, established relationship

note ; love me some classic peter parker fanfiction - and thank u for requesting!! not sure how long this has been sitting here for whoops

words ; 0.8k +

"Hey, boyfriend." You snickered, hanging your head over him. Multiple strands of hair followed your sudden movement — blocking your view of him, or rather, his view of you.

He looked up at your face and pushed the strands of your hair to the side of your face without thinking much of it. The smile he beamed right back at you made you feel as if he was trying to move away curtains that revealed a most breathtaking view — you, his wonderful boyfriend.

As cheesy as it sounded, the way you looked at him and leaned down made his mind play one of the most righteous theme songs of the Star Wars trilogy. The feeling of your face against his hand, the desire to just hold you and never let go, the heat of his blood rushing everywhere, it was scary. Peter could hardly think straight when you let a small smile shine through your expression, where was he supposed to look? What was he supposed to touch?

As if on instinct, Peter's hands that were once placed on either side of him on the bed, took action and slid up your waist to gain a little bit more control once he saw you close the distance a bit more by resting on your elbows instead of your palms when hovering over Peter.

His grip caught you by surprise, who knew he could be so initiating?

"Is... Is that okay?" He murmured, watching your expression, terrified he was maybe too assertive this time.

He already went through this struggle with where to touch, back when he thought he only liked girls — but now, it's different. Despite all those experiences, It's like he had to relearn everything about the boyfriend world. It's not the same, because this time, he's the one with the boyfriend, not so much the one having to worry about his role as the only boyfriend in the relationship.

And Peter really doesn't want to fuck it up with his boyfriend.

To his shock and awe, you snorted, dismissing all his worries with one single breath.

"Peter, your heart's made of pure gold, isn't it?" You sighed as you fully relaxed into your new boyfriend's arms, letting your arms slide underneath the small of his back and lock softly.

With your eyes closed, and ear against his heart, Peter could comfortably wear his expression of pure exasperation as he settled into your embrace — not having to worry about you reading his face.

"Uh," Peter leaned his head back against the pillows to think, causing his throat to relax under the pressure of gravity — producing a scratchy tone in his larynx, once could only describe it as infatuation-inducing. "Well, maybe. I mean, I let you be my boyfriend, didn't I? I must be a saint!" He joked, a complete 180 to his previous attitude as he attempted to lighten the heavy romantic tension. A smile adorned his face with ease as he looked down at you for a (hopefully) good reaction.

You opened your eyes to playfully glare at him, "I take back what I said; your heart's made of pure lego — it's completely evident."

Peter feigned offence, "Hey, what makes you say that?" getting a bit more comfortable, he rolled over to face you instead of having to crane his neck down, keeping his hands flush against your back throughout.

"The way your joints click and clack, the way you get all stiff and plastic-like when you get nervous, the way you're practically indestructible — not to mention how much space you allow Lego Star Wars to take up in your heart; there's lots of things, Peter. " You laughed near the end of your mini-speech, fiddling with the the collar of Peter's shirt right in front of your point of view.

"And hey, you're basically built like Lego Batman with those 12-pack abs. Not that I'm complaining..." Peter flushed at the blatant flirt directed at his body.

"I did not come here today to be berated, s/o." Peter chose to ignore the last thing you said, "and I do not get 'plastic-like' when I'm nervous." Peter frowned, to which you chuckled.

"You came here because you missed me, be honest." You corrected.

"Well... Yeah, but you don't have to say it out loud." He mumbled, his shy expression breaking into a grin when he saw you smile first.

"Why not? it's true, isn't it?" You closed the distance between the two of you even more, chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, lips-to....

Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned up to kiss him, shuddering when you felt his hand rub your back with a gentle force, pulling you impossibly closer to him to fully close the distance.

As the two of you kissed, Peter held you close and vowed to himself in his head, to always protect you. Because to protect you, means he'd be protecting precious moments like these.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

That Girl’s A Liar~

Satoru Gojo x F!Reader

Here is part II my lovelies! Thank you all for the support and I hope you enjoy! <333 | Part I |

"One of these days, you’re going to get yourself really hurt, Toru! You need to be more careful," I scolded the white-haired boy. I wrapped the bandage around his upper arm, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than getting distracted by his shirtless body.

Earlier that day, Satoru and Suguru had been dispatched to exorcize a particularly nasty cursed spirit that had been terrorizing a nearby town. The mission was supposed to be straightforward, but things quickly took a turn for the worse. The cursed spirit, more powerful than initially anticipated, had launched a ferocious attack. In the ensuing battle, Satoru had been injured, his arm nearly severed by a brutal strike. Despite the pain, he managed to defeat the curse with Suguru's help, but not without sustaining significant injuries.

Back at the school, I waited anxiously for their return. When I saw Satoru limping back with Suguru supporting him, my heart sank. Shoko immediately took Suguru to another room to tend to his injuries, leaving me to care for Satoru.

“Relax, Y/N. Tis but a scratch. It’ll take a lot more than that to truly hurt me!” he said with a cocky smile, his confidence radiating as usual. I looked at him with a deadpan expression, unimpressed by his bravado.

“This is not just a scratch, you idiot! Your arm was almost cut off from that curse!” I retorted, my voice filled with frustration and worry.

“Still, nothing can stop me. I’m literally the strongest sorcerer here in our high school. Probably of all time, too,” he boasted, clearly not grasping the gravity of the situation.

“Toru, for the last time, I don’t care if you are the strongest sorcerer in the world! You are still a human being, not some indestructible weapon! You could still... never mind,” I started, trailing off as my mind filled with the horrifying image of him getting severely hurt, even to the point of death.

Toru’s smirk quickly disappeared as he noticed the bright blue skies outside the window getting covered by dark clouds. He looked at me with genuine concern, fully aware that the sudden weather change was my doing, a manifestation of my emotional turmoil. I was losing control of my cursed technique.

“Hey…” he said, his voice softening. He placed his uninjured hand on my arm, snapping me out of my dark thoughts.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N. You know that, right? I’m gonna be here for a long, long time,” he said, trying to reassure me. His attempt to comfort me only made my brows furrow deeper.

“That’s the thing, Toru. You don’t know that. And if you keep acting like nothing can stop or hurt you, you are going to eventually be met with a bad fate,” I said, clipping the wrap around his arm with a finality that echoed my worries.

“I… I just don’t want to see you hurt, okay?” I added, turning around to put everything away. My voice softened, betraying the depth of my feelings and the fear that gnawed at me every time he recklessly threw himself into danger.

Toru sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I get it, Y/N. I really do. It's just... this is who I am. Protecting people, fighting curses—it's what I'm meant to do. But I promise you, I'll be more careful from now on," he said, his tone earnest.

I sighed. "You better. Because if you keep scaring me like this, I might just have to find a way to tie you down and keep you safe myself," I said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'd like to see you try," he teased. Toru felt his body warm up as he absorbed my words. Did you really care about him that much? The thought seemed to surprise him, stirring something deep within him that he hadn’t fully acknowledged before. Maybe, just maybe, you possibly felt something for him as well? Or did you mean it as a friend? These types of questions pondered his mind as you continued to put the medical supplies away.

“Okay, that should do it. Now let's get out of here before Utahime sees us,” I said, turning around to face him. As I did, I realized how close we were to each other, our faces only inches apart. The sudden proximity made my breath catch in my throat, and I could see the same surprise reflected in his eyes.

We both instantly tensed up, the proximity catching us off guard. The air between us felt charged, a silent tension simmering just below the surface. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and my heart began to race.

I quickly pulled away from him, feeling my face heat up with embarrassment. “S-Sorry. I-I didn’t—” I stammered, struggling to find the right words to diffuse the awkwardness. My mind raced, trying to process the unexpected closeness and what it might mean.

“No, don’t be,” he interrupted, his voice softer, trying to compose himself. He reached out and gently touched my arm, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “I, uh, didn’t mind,” he added, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic vulnerability that took me by surprise.

Now all that was left was an awkward silence between us, the unspoken tension hanging heavily in the air. We both stood there, not knowing what to say next, the moment stretching out longer than it should have. Thankfully, a miracle happened when Suguru walked in, his presence breaking the silence and startling both Toru and me.

“Hey, you two. Shoko and I were thinking about going out for dinner tonight. You two are coming with us. I don’t care what you say. Shoko has been on my case all week saying how we need to all hang out,” Suguru said, instantly sensing the tension between us. He noticed how red Satoru had gotten, causing him to smirk.

“Well… I’ll just be waiting outside for you two when you’re ready,” he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Just as he began to leave, he turned to face Satoru, giving him a knowing wink.

Toru just flipped him off, trying to ignore the rapid pace of his heartbeat. “That guy,” he muttered, shaking his head, but there was no real malice in his tone.

I chuckled, grateful for Suguru’s impeccable timing. “Guess we don’t have much of a choice, huh?” I said, trying to ease the lingering awkwardness. My heart was still pounding from the earlier closeness, but I tried to act normal.

“Nope. But maybe it’ll be fun,” Toru replied, a hint of his usual confidence returning. He ran a hand through his hair, still looking a bit flustered. “Let’s get going before they come back and drag us out,” he added, offering a small, somewhat shy smile.

As we made our way outside, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of emotions. The unexpected closeness with Toru had stirred something in me. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, wondering if he felt the same.

“So, dinner, huh? Any idea where they’re planning to go?” I asked, trying to keep the conversation light and avoid the tension that still lingered.

“No clue, but knowing Suguru, it’ll be somewhere decent,” Toru replied, his voice a bit more relaxed. He glanced at me, his eyes searching mine for a moment. “You okay? You seem… a bit off.”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said quickly, hoping to sound convincing. “Just a lot on my mind, I guess. And, you know, you scared me today with that injury.”

Toru’s expression softened, and he reached out to touch my arm again, this time more deliberately. “I’m sorry about that. I promise I’ll be more careful. I don’t like seeing you worried,” he said, his voice sincere.

“I appreciate that, Toru. Just… take care of yourself, okay? I need my study partner with me at all times.” I joked, feeling a strange mix of relief and lingering tension.

He chuckled and nodded, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer before we continued walking.

*****

Dinner with Suguru and Shoko turned out to be more fun than I had expected. The restaurant was a cozy place near the edge of town, known for its delicious ramen and lively atmosphere. The walls were adorned with colorful posters and fairy lights, giving the place a warm, welcoming vibe. The inviting aroma of rich broth and sizzling dishes filled the air as we walked in. Shoko was already there, waiting for us at a corner table, waving enthusiastically as soon as she spotted us.

“Hey, you two lovebirds!” she teased, her grin wide and mischievous. Both Toru and I blushed furiously, glancing at each other awkwardly.

“Cut it out, Shoko,” Toru grumbled, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. Despite his annoyance, there was a playful edge to his voice that made me smile.

As we settled in, the conversation flowed easily. Suguru recounted a hilarious story about one of their recent missions, complete with exaggerated impressions and wild gestures. Shoko chimed in with her dry wit, and soon, we were all laughing.

Despite the light-hearted atmosphere, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Toru. His laughter was infectious, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled, and every time he laughed, my heart seemed to flutter a little more. I wondered if he noticed the way I looked at him, or if he felt the same way.

At one point, Toru caught me staring and our eyes locked for a moment longer than usual. I quickly looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up. Did he know what I was feeling? Did he feel it too?

“You okay?” Toru asked, his voice soft and concerned. He leaned in slightly, his presence calming yet thrilling.

“Yeah, just thinking,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “This place is really nice. Thanks for bringing us here, Shoko.”

“Anytime,” Shoko said with a wink. “I knew we all needed a break. Plus, watching you two dance around each other is the best entertainment.”

“Shoko!” I exclaimed, my face growing even hotter.

“Well, it’s true,” Suguru added with a smirk. “You two have been acting strange ever since we got here. Just saying.”

Toru cleared his throat, looking uncharacteristically flustered. “Alright, enough of that. Let’s just enjoy the food, okay?”

We all laughed, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics. As the night wore on, the laughter and camaraderie made me feel more at ease.

Midway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I washed my hands, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to steady my racing heart. Why was it so hard to just tell him how I felt? Every time I thought I had the courage, something held me back. Maybe it was fear of rejection, or perhaps the worry that it would change everything between us.

When I returned to the table, I saw Aksana entering the restaurant. She was hard to miss with her striking blond hair and confident stride. As soon as she spotted us, her eyes lit up, and she made a beeline for our table, her gaze zeroing in on Toru.

“Hey, Satoru!” she greeted, her voice overly sweet and completely ignoring the rest of us.

“Aksana,” he acknowledged her with a nod. His usually bright eyes seemed a touch colder, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he was annoyed by her sudden appearance.

“Mind if I join you guys?” she asked, not waiting for a response before pulling up a chair next to Toru. She slid into the seat, her proximity to him making my stomach churn.

Suguru and Shoko exchanged glances, sensing the tension immediately. Suguru raised an eyebrow at me, while Shoko gave a small, sympathetic smile. I tried to focus on my food, but Aksana’s presence made it difficult. She leaned in close to Toru, laughing at his jokes in an exaggerated manner and touching his arm whenever she got the chance.

“So, Toru, I heard you had a pretty intense mission today,” Aksana said, her voice dripping with false concern. “You must be exhausted. Maybe I could help you relax later?”

Toru shifted uncomfortably, clearly not enjoying the attention. “I’m fine, really,” he replied, trying to gently brush her off. “Just needed some time with my friends.”

“Oh, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if I borrowed you for a bit,” she insisted, her smile not reaching her eyes. “Right, Y/n?”

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Actually, Aksana, we were in the middle of something. Maybe another time?”

Aksana’s eyes flicked to me with what seemed to be disgust, her smile faltering for a split second before she regained her composure. “Oh, of course. I just thought Satoru might like a change of company.”

Suguru, sensing the rising tension, decided to step in. “Actually, we’re all having a really good time together. It’s been a while since we all hung out like this.”

Shoko nodded in agreement, adding, “Yeah, I’ve been wanting us all to hang out again, so tonight seemed like a good night to do so.”

Aksana’s smile was tight, clearly masking her irritation. “Oh, well then, don’t mind me. I’ll just be sitting here, listening to your stories.” Her tone was overly sweet, but the fake smile gave her away.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The food was delicious, and the conversation lively, but Aksana’s presence cast a shadow over the fun. She kept trying to insert herself into our conversations, making pointed comments and giving Toru lingering looks. I even almost lost control of my cursed technique because she kept hugging his arm. And by that I mean the winds started to pick up like crazy outside, causing the doors to blow open, which startled a lot of people. Shoko thankfully brought me back to my senses, but it was still so aggravating to see Aksana practically throw herself on Toru. By the time we left the restaurant, I was feeling more confused and frustrated than ever.

Toru walked me home, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. The night air was cool, and I could feel the tension building with every step. Finally, we reached my doorstep. I turned to him, searching for the right words to express my feelings.

“Toru, I…” I began, my voice trailing off as I looked into his deep blue eyes.

“Yeah?” he prompted, his gaze fixed on mine, full of curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place.

Before I could continue, my phone buzzed with a message from Kai. He needed help with the science project again.

Damnit, I forgot we needed to start working on that.

I recalled the scene vividly, etched into my memory like a photograph frozen in time. The classroom hummed with nervousness as Mr. Takahashi dropped the bombshell: a major science project due at the end of the semester…two months away.

—flashback—

“Y/n, you’ll be partnered with Kai,” Sensei Takahashi announced, gesturing towards Kai who was grinning nervously.

Kai’s eyes met mine briefly, and I could sense his relief mixed with a tinge of apprehension. “Looks like it’s you and me,” I said, offering a reassuring smile to calm his nerves.

“Yeah, for the next four months,” Kai replied, his voice tinged with what seemed to be disappointment. I looked towards him and found his eyes looking at someone else. I followed his gaze and saw him staring at another girl in our class, Amai, his expression softening with admiration.

I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly as I noticed Kai's subtle admiration for Amai. It was clear that he had a crush on her, which I thought was adorable.

"W-What?" he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being caught.

"Nothing, just thinking," I replied casually, suppressing a smile as I reached for a pencil and paper.

"Now, let's start brainstorming some ideas. What do you think we should do our project over?" I initiated, launching into a discussion about potential topics. Despite the distraction of Kai's crush, we delved into a detailed exchange of ideas, weighing the pros and cons of each suggestion.

—end of flashback—

I sighed, feeling torn between my responsibilities and my emotions. This moment was slipping away, just like so many others.

“Never mind,” I said, forcing a smile to hide my disappointment. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Toru nodded, but there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes that mirrored my own feelings. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.”

As I watched him walk away, I couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if I had just spoken up. Would he have understood? Would it have changed anything? The weight of my unspoken feelings pressed heavily on my heart. I turned and went inside, trying to shake off the lingering frustration.

That night, as I lay in bed, my mind replayed the evening’s events over and over. Aksana’s blatant attempts to get Toru’s attention, the way his eyes had softened when he looked at me, and the unspoken words that hung between us. It was all too much to process, and sleep came slowly.

*****

The next day at school, I was determined to talk to Toru, to finally clear the air between us. The tension that we had yesterday had been gnawing at me all night, and I couldn't bear another day of uncertainty. I spotted him near his locker, and with a deep breath, I began to make my way over.

As I approached, I noticed Aksana was already there, her laughter echoing through the hallway.

”Oh Toru, you’re really a great guy!” She praised, spotting me in the distance. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she continued to talk to him.

“You know, I actually need help with my homework and I was wondering if you could help me with it now since we have some free time?” She asked. As Toru was about to answer, he spotted you in the corner of his eye and turned towards you, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips, making my heart flutter with anticipation.

I smiled back and quickened my pace, but just as I was about to reach him, Kai stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Y/N, I need to talk to you about something," Kai said urgently, his voice low. Toru's smile faded slightly as he noticed the interruption.

"Well, actually Kai, I'm kind of in the middle of something important," I replied, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice.

"Please, Y/N. It’s about Amai," Kai insisted, his eyes pleading. He leaned in closer, ensuring our conversation remained private. "I need your help."

Confusion flickered across my face as I looked up at him. Meanwhile, Toru's eyes narrowed, a twinge of jealousy evident as he watched us.

"What's going on, Kai?" I asked, my curiosity piqued despite the awkward timing.

Kai glanced around nervously before speaking. "I want to ask Amai to the dance, but I have no idea how to do it. I need your help to get to know her better."

I smiled softly at him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Toru's jaw clenched subtly at the sight. "Kai, the dance is still a while away. You have plenty of time to get to know her," I said, trying to calm his nerves.

"But that's the problem. I'm so nervous around her. I need someone to be there when I talk to her. Please, be my wingman," Kai pleaded, his desperation clear. He grabbed my hands, his earnestness almost palpable.

Toru's gaze darkened at the intimate gesture, his jealousy simmering just below the surface. I nodded towards Kai, deciding to help him after I got talk to Toru.

"Okay, I'll help you," I said, squeezing Kai's hands briefly before pulling away. "But wait here for a moment, I need to handle something first."

Before I could take another step, I saw Aksana grab Toru’s arm, her voice still bright and cheerful. “So, Toru, about that homework…” she trailed off, leading him away. My heart clenched slightly as I watched them walk off together.

"Y/N? Is everything alright?" Kai asked, his concern evident.

I sighed, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. "Yeah, let's just go," I replied, my voice heavy with frustration. The chance to clear things up with Toru had slipped away again.

*****

"Wait, I need to talk to—" Toru started, quickly removing Aksana's hand from his arm. He turned around, his eyes searching for me, but he was too late. I was already walking away with Kai.

"Are you alright, Toru? You seem tense," Aksana asked, her voice filled with concern as she noticed the change in Toru's demeanor.

Toru forced a smile, trying to mask his frustration. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking about some stuff," he replied vaguely, his gaze lingering where I had disappeared with Kai. The sight of me with someone else stirred a mix of regret and irritation within him.

Aksana's eyes followed his, her brow furrowing slightly. "Is everything okay between you two?" she asked gently, her voice soft. Aksana knew what she was doing. She feigned concern, but inside, she relished the friction between us. It was her chance to step in and take my place.

Toru hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "It's... complicated," he admitted reluctantly, his thoughts still consumed by my departure with Kai. The unresolved tension gnawed at him, leaving him unsettled.

Aksana nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," she offered, placing a hand on his arm. He quickly removed it, the touch making him uncomfortable.

"Thanks, Aksana," he said, forcing a polite smile. His mind was still preoccupied with thoughts of you, and the conversation he desperately wanted to have.

“So, shall we go to that small little cafe and you can help me with the homework?” She asked.

"Sorry…I gotta go," he added abruptly, his voice strained. Leaving Aksana behind, he walked away, his emotions in turmoil. He needed to clear his head and find a way to resolve the growing tension between you two.

Aksana huffed as she watched the white haired boy leave her alone in the school hallway. She tapped her foot, folding her arms together as if she were in thought.

“Looks like I need to play harder…”

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Part III coming soon!

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[joramrinah]

I might be either late to the party, or reaching here, but still, HEAR ME OUT.

So, y'all remember how in the wizard and I Elphaba sings the unlimited bit ABOUT the wizard, and then, AND THEN, she sings it TO GLINDA, and THEN WITH GLINDA... I just need to unpack that for a quick sec, because:

- Before she discovered the truth, Elphaba put the wizard on a pedestal. In her eyes he was magic, he was the goodness, the righteousness, the power and understanding she was looking for in others. He was something pure and beautiful, she spent her whole life dreaming of meeting him, of him seeing how special she is. She imagined that when they meet they'll become inseparable, united in goodness, they'll be a duo like no other. They'll be the perfect match, he'll see past her looks and see who she truly is at heart, at the core of her soul. They'll be unstoppable, magical, incredible, UNLIMITED.

- And then she learns the truth, and he gets yeeted off of that pedestal SO FAST. And who takes his place???? GLINDA. Glinda now officially is in Elphaba's eyes one of if not the most important person in her life, who once was just a dream but suddenly became reality (just like the wizard). She sees the qualities in Glinda she thought the wizard had. She thinks Glinda is everything the wizard was supposed to be. Despite their beginning, and despite the short time they had together, Glinda has shown Elphaba all she was looking for in that other person who was supposed to complete her. She felt that Glinda saw her for who she was. Despite having her entire belief system destroyed minutes before, she, without hesitation, without a doubt, put Glinda in that same extremely fond and kind place the wizard used to hold.

- And then, Glinda joins her in singing it. Maybe she doesn't completely understand the gravity of what the song holds, maybe she does, but regardless, she joins her. Their voices join in a beautiful harmony, and for just a few short moments, Glinda shares Elphaba's vision, shares her dream. For a few short moments she reciprocates everything Elphaba is saying and feeling. For a few short moments they become that incredible, indestructible, good, magical duo who's ready to take on any challenge thrown their way, as long as they have each other. For a few short moments, Elphaba found her perfect match in Glinda, and for a few short moments, Glinda found hers in her.

[quackpackau]

"What if" the Guys Went to Space?

Based on this ask

The ask made me want to make a lil side adventure for the QPAU guys. This isn't part of the main QPAU storyline, it's just a funny little what-if story.

Dewey: Okay, ground rules: Don't take off your suit. Don't act indestructible. If you die, it's not my fault.

Huey: You don't think we're that stupid, do you?

Dewey: ... You don't want me to answer that.

Louie: This is the first time we went to space in a long time.

Huey, holding up a giant rock in low gravity: Who's the strongest, now?

Louie, holding up a much larger rock: Suuure...

Huey: Show off.

A rock hit's the back of Dewey's helmet.

Huey: Just testing the strength of these suits you made.

Dewey: Oh, you wanna test the suits?

Huey and Dewey proceed to start throwing rocks at each other.

Louie looks at the viewer/reader and back at them before sighing.

Dewey and OK Quack (Italian Comics) take a selfie together.

Huey tries negotiating with Lunaris (Ducktales 2017) for the moon's abundance of gold.

Louie recognizes Doctor Fink (Justice Ducks Comic) from his comic series.

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I do actually have a QPAU short space story idea, but it wouldn't be very long and I'd work on it after the main storylines for QPAU end (and who knows how long that'll take.)

[onenicebugperday]

I had a dream where isopods had a shell instead of an exoskeleton and they had to change that shell multiple times throughout their life like a hermit crab but could keep their shell for as long as six months before having to exchange it (which was supposed to be an insanely long time for isopods), and that there was a spider in the form of a large beetle that was so indestructible that it could be cut apart with scissors and could use the force of gravity to pull itself back together and be just fine...

Now I'm upset that those don't exist irl

[oneshotnewbie]

how are you??

i was looking at your list and saw that you write for the walking dead and was wondering if you’d be willing to do a request on it for me? thank you!!

so it’s basically maggie greene (rhee) x teen!reader where reader is like a daughter or a younger sister to her. it’s nothing special or major, but maybe just a cute little story where reader gets sick or hurt and maggie takes care of her and is all motherly/big sister-like with reader?

also reader’s carl’s age, so i think about fourteen then? again, you can change the age if you need to, i don’t mind!

- 🍄 anon

Authors note: Hey, sweet mushroom. I am doing okay so far, I hope you are doing great! At the same time, I hope you like this little story ♥

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The world was a shadowy landscape of ruined buildings, deserted streets and the faint echoes of past civilization. The earth, once vibrant with life, now lay in the grip of a post-apocalyptic silence.

In the middle of this desolate scenario, between rusty walls, lived Maggie with her small "family" - a group of survivors who had come together to survive in this unnatural world. Among them you, whose real name had long been lost in the turmoil of time.

It was the icy wind of a wintry morning that intensified the already bitter cold of the Forsaken Land as an ominous cough snaked its way through the silence of the house. Maggie sensed the icy breath of sickness beginning to spread through the ranks of the community. You, who had previously been a steadfast and indestructible pillar of the group, were among those affected and woke up with a feverish chill.

The symptoms appeared quickly: fever, chills and an exhausted look that bore the marks of suffering. But Maggie, a woman with an aura of determination and keen eye for your needs, recognized the gravity of your situation. Your body heavy, limbs aching, and eyes bloodshot from the fever that burned within you like a raging fire. "Hey, how are you feeling today kiddo?"

"Mags, I feel like I've been torn apart by a pack of wild dogs," you whispered, every movement making your body tremble as the older one approached your bed. Your voice, a faint breath in the gloomy silence, betrayed the exhaustion and weakness that the illness brought with it.

She sat down in an empty spot on your bed and gently placed a hand on your forehead. "You're literally burning. I have to see what I can find to help you. Otherwise the fever will kill you," she spoke with a look that told stories of loss and will to survive as her inner turmoil filled the air. "You want to leave me?"

"Just to get you and the others medicine,“ The group had hardly any remedies left to fight the disease. Medicines were in short supply, and the improvised teas offered no protection against the creeping germs. The post-apocalyptic world was not forgiving, and illnesses often became inescapable judgments. But the woman in front of you refused to just abandon you to your fate. Her connection to you was deeper than anyone else's. You had become like a little sister to her, someone she wanted and even needed to protect and support. "Carol will stay with you for the time I'm gone and take care of you. I'll get back to you as soon as possible. I promise."

With one last goodbye kiss, she left you in bed and set off with Daryl to do everything they could to bring you relief while, without her, time blurred into an endless succession of feverish hours and cough-ragged days.

The sun had long since hidden behind the toxic clouds in the sky when the search for medicine became a fight for survival in the shattered ruins of the buildings. The footsteps on broken glass and the constant gusts of wind blowing through the dilapidated shutters seemed to underscore the urgency of the mission.

She searched for medication in numerous abandoned pharmacies and barricaded doctor's offices. Her hands, battered by the cold and the endless digging through rubble, searched for the glimmer of hope amid the devastation until she finally came across locked cupboards, the only contents of which were a few bottles, expired medication and a few blankets. Maggie wasn't discouraged and took everything she could find. With a tenacity driven by her love for you, she returned to make use of what little she had found.

"Here, take this, sweetheart," she said, handing you a handful of expired medication. "It's not much, but it should at least bring down the fever a little." You smiled weakly and accepted the pills gratefully, barely getting into a sitting position. "Thanks. I don't know how I would do this without you."

She waved it off as if it were obvious. "In these times, we need to stick together. No one should wander alone in the dark. Especially not you," she helped you take the pills and then spread an extra blanket over you. "You're like my little sister, y/n. If something happened to you- I would never be happy again."

Over the next few days, your bedroom became a kind of makeshift hospital room and she began to care for you with a mix of old survival instincts and an unwavering caring nature. Blankets and hot water bottles became weapons in her fight against the invisible threat that took over your body.

The wind howled around the corners and an icy storm raged outside as the brunette spent the next few days cooking soups that she laced with fever-reducing drugs. She woke up by your side nightly, placing wet towels on your hot forehead and whispering soothing words into the darkness while you slept. The nights were long and quiet, interrupted only by the patients' wheezing and the crackling of their movements.

The group watched as the woman, who otherwise seemed so stoic and aloof, cared for you tenderly and self-sacrificingly. The others, who otherwise only knew the harsh reality of everyday life, witnessed a love between strangers that became family and that was more precious than any resource in these times.

Time crawled by and the disease tried to tighten its ugly claws. But Maggie's care and love proved to be powerful weapons. You fought against the disease, strengthened by their tireless help and solidarity support.

You lay weak, but your eyes still sparkled with life. In the quiet moments between feverish bouts, you and Maggie found time to talk quietly. "You have to stay strong, y/n. The world may have fallen apart, but we can't let it break us," she spoke as she cooled your forehead.

You smiled weakly, your eyes glassy with tiredness. "You're like a mother to me, Mags. I really can't imagine what it would be like without you."

Maggie just sighed quietly. "You are my family. I can't imagine what it would be like without you either."

The days passed and the illness slowly faded away like the side after a storm. You struggled back to your feet, strengthened by her unwavering belief in survival. The post-apocalyptic world may have been one of destruction and loss, but in this small corner of reality, humanity shone in its purest form, igniting a flame of hope for every survivor who walked the streets of Alexandria.

[peaches2217]

You’ve said that Bowser only kidnaps Peach twice in your AU. After she’s rescued the second time, even if he doesn’t kidnap her again, does he try sending Kamek or any of his henchmen out to attack the Mushroom Kingdom? Would he go as far as trying to harm/kidnap Mario and Peach’s future children?

Surprisingly, no. Things like abduction and invasion and death are given a lot more gravity in my Marioverse (it leans more Magical Realism than outright Fantasy like the series proper, emphasis on Magical). Bowser in my ‘verse is on par strength- and size-wise with his 2023 Movie counterpart; you can’t take him on directly unless you’re roughly the same size or strength or incredibly resilient, or unless you’re powered up.

The first time Mario faces Bowser, he’s powered up, but still outmatched. He gets a few good hits in, but he ultimately defeats Bowser through quick thinking and spatial awareness (read: luring him onto a bridge then cutting it down). The second time, Mario has to force his way through a hellish gauntlet just to get to Bowser, so by the time their showdown begins, his Power-Up stock is depleted. All he has at his disposal are his natural strength and his wits.

This makes the fact that he absolutely curb-stomps Bowser that much more shocking. I’m talking missing scales, broken horns, he splits the guy’s shell clean in half with his bare hands, because this time Peach has been Bowser’s prisoner for three months and Mario is channeling thirteen long weeks’ worth of pain and fear and guilt into a fiery, unstoppable rage. The only reason he doesn’t kill Bowser is because he doesn’t have time. Facing him head-on means he takes way more damage than he did the first time, and eventually he realizes he has to get going now or he’s gonna drop dead before he reaches his Princess.

And he does, in fact, drop dead, just moments after finding her cell in the dungeon and breaking down the door. If not for fast action on Peach’s part and her ability to wield the power of the Stars Themselves, that would’ve been where his story ended.

So you have Bowser, nigh-indestructible by all accounts, severely injured and nearly killed by a human who’s not even using Power-Ups or magic, and the human still survives??? And leaves his fortress on his own two feet??? Bowser refocuses his conquests afterward, adamant that he will take over the Mushroom Kingdom and deal with that pest protecting the Princess! He’s just gotta be more prepared, make sure he’s got all the resources he needs to ensure a swift and effortless overtaking! Suggesting that the mighty Lord Bowser might actually be terrified of this guy and deliberately avoiding him will get you sent straight to the gallows, so no one outright says it, but it’s still widely understood.

[myownperceptions]

Minions: The Rise of Gru- details, trivia, goofs, random notes (Pt. 6)

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Poor Svengeance is trying to help by grabbing onto Wingman's leg. Nunchuck also thanks the heavens again.

These people can jump high with little help.

That breaking glass defies gravity long enough for Gru to climb back up.

Nunchuck quickly floats down the steps, Svengeance skates in, Stronghold roars in frustration, Jean decides to take the hard way down over the side and skids helplessly on it (wish I had a gif, haha), and Belle ties down Wingman's jets. JC is still hatless in this part so Belle probably gets it for him, which is sweet.

How did they get to the other side after Stronghold shatters the glass bridge? Who knows. Maybe another one spawned in.

Dr. Nefario once again proving how much he hates the V6. Could have easily stopped Gru, but instead advises him to 'just keep walking'. He looks to his side to check they're not seeing him. There's also a freeze ray in the box.

This lady and her dog stopping to see what's going on.

WK keeping watch. But for what? The successful candidate? A window of opportunity to get the stone himself?

Look through the window of Criminal Records: you can see Stronghold right before he bursts through with the others.

Stronghold, Belle and Svengeance jump through the window while Jean and Nunchuck use the door!

The lady picks up her dog and runs away.

Stronghold says 'Split up!' JC and Nunchuck appear to go the opposite way, but in the next shot they can be seen behind Svengeance along with Belle.

Animators were allowed to experiment with this part of the chase sequence. Here's a WIP (also includes a bit of a much later scene):

Very proud of himself here.

Man's head shattered the glass. Deep cuts, blood, bruising? No. These guys are indestructible.

Stuart slams against this car door due to the ricochet.

This guy is really tall. Also 'the demon child!'.

JC shoves a trashcan out the way.

For an old girl, Nunchuck moves fast.

This mystery machine-type van can be heard slowing down, but not in time. That driver is done for.

Nunchuck combines 2 of her nun-chucks. They have 3 ends each, but when we see it combined, it only has 4. It is possible though that the 3 ends were only added for animation purposes.

This kid is really impressed.

That's a broken nose.

Nunchuck is dead. Ain't no way. JC escaped to who-knows-where.

This kid is a villain in the making! Rooting for Belle.

Belle jumps inhumanly high.

Stronghold recovers quickly and chases after Gru.

Jean spawns back in inhumanly fast and takes hold of the chain belt. He's the only one other than Belle to hold/use it in the film. He smiles evilly as they go.

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[al-hekima-madara-blog]

Yin Yang Generality (Part 1/2)

My goal was initially to talk about the Yin/Yang concept in Naruto, but I realise I have first to explain a little bit what I mean by that so we're all in the same page. kudos to @shisui-uchiha-rp for inspiring me this double post.

Disclaimer : Usually people reading me are quite smart but who knows some people don't get use to my style. There is no meliorative or derogative values behind Yin/Yang or Female/masculine if you feel that one is better than the other. IT'S ON YOU. The author is not your mum, not your therapist, not your teddy bear to vent upon. If you don't feel comfortable and triggered here are my solutions : move on from my post, unfollow, or even block. But if you're high IQ, open minded, not self-centred or just generally curious and well-behaved then welcome and keep reading.

The duality is probably one of the oldest concept in metaphysic. It's presented in many cosmologies to explain the origin of the world. After the Unicity or primordial chaos comes the duality of opposite forces: Positive/Negative Light/Darkness, Up/Down, Heaven/Earth. A bit like the cells division in biology. You don't go from 1 to 8. You go first 1 splitting in 2 splitting in 4 splitting in 8... So duality is the matrice of any system. It's the fundamental for the law of nature, the balance in the universe and its complex beauty. It's not Yin against Yang, or Yin>Yang or Yang>Ying. It's about how Yin and Yang balance each other to create stability, order and peace.

What's Yang?

I like to represent it as a centrifugal force. A cyclonic energy expanding outside of itself. And by expanding , it takes place and when you take place, it grows. You create motions and frictions that create disruption and may lead to violence. Going outside can also means transcending an initial state. Looking for answer outside of oneself. Exploration of the unknown. To pierce and penetrate others. You've probably heard that sky crappers or obelisks are sometimes referred as phallic symbol, it's due to their shape that represent the will to project power vertically out and above others. Being the number one. The process of individuation, ego, independence, but in positive way, being able to assert one's will and not fearing judgement.

Yang is often associated with light because it's also acting in the open, unmasked, direct and loud language, explosive presence, rational.

An other thing coming to my mind, Yang energy is like an arrow or a missile going straight to the point.

In the negative, it can also being associate with escapism, distance, scattering when the ambition goes to far, separation, division, detachment, dryness. Ultraviolence, megalomania, destruction.

What's Yin?

The opposite is the centripetal force. Think about a spinning vortex, a black hole. Or just water whirling in your sink. The centripetal motion brings both the idea of cycle and gravity and when you extend the move to its maximum, the centre reaches immobility. And if you go even further you have high pressure exerts on a small spot.

In nature, do you know what's happened when carbon is submit to an extreme pressure in the depth of Earth's mantle? It crystallises into a diamond. And the diamond's attribute, except its beauty, has the highest hardness and thermal conductivity of any natural material. It's indestructible. It facilitates vibration. It's solid!

Hence why someone known for an extreme mastery of Yin energy is said to be intense. Because the spiritual core of this person is so strong, that the mere presence into a room is enough to create "gravity" toward them. It doesn't matter if the person is attractive or not, good or mean. Yet they have this thing...this magnetic charisma that hypnotises people.

Yin energy refers to obscurity, what is hidden, invisible, cold, passive, receptive, and wet. Observe again nature : a DNA nucleus, the pit of a fruit, seed, or the star in a solar system is the most important part. It's the roots. the raw material from whom everything else proceed and rotate. It is extremely powerful because it contains all potentials.

Something you can't see always seem more powerful and menacing that something that you can observe and measure. Imagination is always infinite compare to reality and its limitation. For instance : there is a lion in front of you, you might have a tiny chance to survive if you run away. But if I tell you there is a lion...somewhere around you. It seems suddenly the animal is everywhere and you can't prepare yourself from something you can't see. The paranoia will imagine that the slightest wind is the beast ready to jump on your throat. But maybe it's not true, maybe the lion doesn't exist at all and yet in your imagination it was very real!

Contrary to Yang which is direct and straight. Yin is curvy, suggestive, indirect, like a fog, slow like a sugar soaked by water. We can call it the boiling frog method. You slowly raise the temperature so nobody notice. When it starts to be too hot it's too late, the frog has been weakened for hours and don't have the strength anymore to escape the trap. In a Yang manner, if it has been directly from room temperature to 100°C, it would have jumped out immediately.

In negative a bad Yin can create obsession, brooding over and over the same thing. A sensation of inertia, mental instability, self-destruction. Implosion when the core is falling into itself due to too much external pressure or internal fragility. Narcissism and not being able to see the bigger picture outside of oneself. Also manipulation, lies, victimhood mentality, passivity to act, delusion.

Yin/Yang in the human species?

From a simple observation of anatomy it's quite obvious who's Yin and who's Yang.

Men are generally taller than women, broader shoulders and rib cage which aloud them to have a deeper and louder voice. the muscle mass is also higher with less body fat. The sexual organ is external and I don't need to go in detail on how it erects and projects to accomplish its mission... Also the limbs and the hips are straight. the pelvis is narrow, brow bone more proeminent.

Women in contrary are in general smaller than men. With a tendency to keep more fat in the lower part, than muscle. narrow shoulder, narrow torso, wider hips and generally curvier limbs : hips, breasts, rounded face, brighter skin, bigger eyes. And of course the sexual organ is internal and everything about pregnancy is hidden inside the darkness of the womb.

In term of character There is a saying that : Men kill you, Women drive you crazy.

Take in a positive light, Men can build new worlds with their hands, and women can help to civilise and heal the world. Would you live in a high tech city where people behave like cavemen? and in reverse would you be with kind and compassionate people in the wild with no protection, no home, no technology, in open air?

A lot of psychology studies has shown that from childhood, girls have a tendency for emotional connexion (networking, relationship) while boys are interested by things (how to built, how to work, how to perform)

But does it mean that a man is 100% yang and a woman 100% yin? No it's absurd. I think you kind of notice I tend to have a yang way of expressing myself. I don't really care if my posts hurt someone's feeling. I don't care about trigger warning, I don't care about politically correctness, I don't write to protect harmony among the group but to express what is in my mind, now. but does it nullify my womanhood card? Does that make me a man? Absolutely not, I just have my own and unique temperament and everyone is different. Yet I'm still deeply Yin. And if we observe humanity as a group, it's obvious that the most enchanting embodiment of Yin energy are Women and the most magnificent embodiment of Yang energy are Men.

Yin/Yang in other aspects

I like this term better than female/masculine because it's less restrictive than just humans. It can apply to many aspect of life

A student is yin when he receive knowledge from his teacher in a yang position.

The same teacher is yin when he's under the authority of the university director yang.

In the military field a samurai has a yang culture while shinobis by acting in shadow and using deception way have a yin way of fighting.

The soul is yin, the body is yang

Moon reflect the sunlight (yin), the sun is the source of light (yang)

A mother is yang toward her children (yin)

In a production the famous actress is yang while producers, and staff are yin (they work in the back sometimes no one know their face or their name). but in the same production who has the actual power? The production pouring the money and writing the script? the famous actress that attract people due to her popularity? The success of the whole film is a mix of both energy.

In the end Yin/Yang both are important and both are complementary. Yin can't live independently from Yang and Yang can't survive without Yin. Light produce shadow and shadow is enhanced by light. You can't appreciate shadow without light and you can't see the beauty of light without shadow.

Part 2 : Yin/Yang in Naruto, the case of Madara and Hashirama