#might write more tomorrow

[wandixx]

Danny the Young Justice member

“Hey, like, hypothetically, do you think Justice League could pay me if I became hero full time?”

It shaped out to be pretty long and boring stake-out, with rest of Team scattered around but connected with Mindlink, so it seemed like best moment to ask. It wasn’t something Danny wanted to do, but it shaped out to be his only chance to get any future. He cried over it enough times already, so there was even a chance he won’t breakdown trying to discuss it out in the semi-public. He wanted to keep it as calm and rational as he could and hey, if something started to get too emotional, he could say he saw some suspicious movement and fly off to fight someone. Really, it was perfect situation.

“How hypothetical is this question?” Robin asked after a beat of silence. It was quiet and careful, like he was afraid to set him off if he said something wrong or he did it wrong way. It made skin on his back crawl. Danny knew he was a bit more volatile lately, but he really hoped special treatment would stop soon.

“Hypothetical”

“Okay, let’s say we don’t know it’s a lie”

“Unnecessary” Artemis coughed.

“C’mon it kinda was–”

“Can someone just answer my fucking question?”

“I don’t think so. Batman is the one doing most of the funding, and he is really stubborn about school and future. He wants us all to have chance at normal life outside of this hero villain business with regular job and stuff”

That didn’t bode well, but Danny hadn’t got this far by losing hope whenever first obstacle occurred.

“But I could be ready whenever disaster strikes or some villain attacks or really whenever it’s necessary and I wouldn’t need to escape any civilian stuff,” he may have gotten a bit desperate along this little rant, but he just pushed through “It always takes precious minutes and–”

“It doesn’t really seem to be hypothetical anymore,” Wally interrupted and he was lucky to be on different roof, because Danny, he sworn to ancients, would strangle him if redhead was any closer.

He was very adamant about not thinking about how his last ideas of surviving to adulthood started crumbling. He promised himself to not have breakdown in the open.

He wasn’t going to.

It was fine.

He would figure something out. He always did.

“Danny?”

“It’s fine Meg, don’t worry”

“Can we ask what brought this hypothetical on your mind? You’ve always were the most assured that you’ll stop being hero at some point and move on”

Bless Kaldur to always know when to ask best-worst question. Danny wasn’t going to cry, so he wasn’t going to answer.

“We can’t help you if we don’t what’s wrong,” M’gann said softly, like she was just trying to remind him.

Something small hit his lap. A tear. When did it get here?

“It’s fine. It’s just a stupid thought”

“Okay. Tell us when you’re ready”

“Something suspicious is going on, I think it’s what we’re looking for,” Everyone needed Conner on their squad to get conversation back on not emotional track.

As it turned out it was indeed what they were looking for, and soon Danny got to express all of his pent up aggression in only a bit misplaced way.

“That was harsh”

“Shut up, this one doesn’t have pain receptors”

“Phantom has a bad day, huh?”

“You’re about to have worse,” he growled and punched guy until he stopped grinning.

It was quick work after that.

“Danny?”

Only bad side of Mindlink was that he couldn’t act like he was losing connection. It would be useful right now.

“Danny?”

“Not now”

“In the Bioship then. Not a minute later, am I clear?”

“Crystal”

He started calculating a way to get out before. He used to do it all the time, at the beginning. It was easier when Team didn’t know about his human side and they were holding each other at the arms length, but still. He could–

Conner landed right behind him and put hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t restrain, it wasn’t assuring. It was just there.

Here came his plans of escape.

“So–” Artemis started as soon as the door of Ship had closed “– what the fuck is wrong with you lately?”

“We all know it’s not nothing”

“I’m being overdramatic”

“About what?”

Danny just slumped forward and his face in hands.

“Danny”

“I have to retake year. I’m not even half way through highschool and I’m already failing and I- I just can’t do better. It’s not like I don’t have time to study, and I do try sometimes, but just as often I’m just being dumb and messing around, and I knew I failed some other tests, but last one? Last one I was sure I’ve got it, I was trying, I was trying so hard and I still fucked it up and if I can’t make it even when- even when I’m trying my best, then what is the point?”

He took a moment to breathe, to rub tearing eyes. He still wasn’t going to cry.

“I’m already kinda good at this hero thing, so I could just keep it up. I don’t think I’ll make it to the end of high school, so no good job for me, but maybe I could. I could have something, you know. Something useful. Something good. Maybe I can have some life after all”

Someone rubbed his back but he didn’t raise his head to see who.

“I didn’t want to let accident destroy any more of my life than it did, but I don’t think I can”

“Well, impossible sounds right about the task for us. We’ve got you”

Well fuck. That’s about that in not crying department.

[becca-e-barnes]

I've been way too into hot wife stuff at the minute, I blame Serenity Cox and it got me thinking about being Steve's wife but he's really into watching you with Bucky.

Most of the appeal for Steve is that you and Bucky really degrade him. He gets to watch his little wife cum on his best friend's cock while you both taunt him and he never thought he'd be into it the way that he is.

"Your girl's so fuckin' tight, Steve." Bucky pants, slowing his thrusts into you because if he keeps up his current pace, he'll cum faster than he wants to. "Does Stevie fill you the way I do? Bet he can't. He's not as big as me."

You shake your head, staring right at Steve. "Not even close. You're pathetic, aren't you Stevie? You'd rather watch me get fucked by your best friend."

You know it's mean but Steve fucking loves it. He's cum four times already and he's still jerking himself off. It's like he just can't stop and it's so thrilling to see him enjoy this as much as he is.

"I'm gonna cum in your girl, Steve. Gonna make you watch me stuff her so full. Just imagine your pretty little wife with my cum dripping out of her greedy cunt. If you're lucky, she might let you fuck her after I'm finished." Bucky's not usually so vulgar but God, it works wonders for both you and Steve.

"I don't know. I'm not sure if I'll ever want to fuck Steve again." Hearing you say that sends Steve over the edge, spilling a fresh load all over himself while he groans pathetically and even then, he doesn't stop.

"I can't blame you. Now you know how it feels to be fucked right. Felt you cum on me more times than I can count." Bucky's not wrong but his excitement is building and you feel his pace start to falter.

"Fuck, oh fuck." You whimper, feeling the first few pulses of his cock and the unmistakable feeling of his load splashing into your eager body. You've needed this. You were desperate for it and after a second you realise neither of you needed it more than Steve did.

"Good girl, fuckin' take it. I can't stop." Bucky groans, pressed as deep inside you as he can get, pumping his cum right to your cervix. He cums for what feels like an eternity and it's pure bliss.

By the time he's finished, Steve is trembling with need once more.

"If you don't want your wife knocked up with your best friend's baby, I suggest you get to work." You tease, pressing Steve back on the bed and repositioning yourself so you're sitting on his face, letting his best friend's cum drip out of you and into his eager, waiting mouth.

[altarfates]

☁️

I don’t even know how to begin to say how devastating it is to give someone your all and sharing all the things you love with them just to have them leave. as someone who struggles to like make friends as badly as I do and who is so terrified of transience that I would rather just not reach out ever at all it’s just so???? I’m doing better, I feel so lucky to have found a community who just has fun and isn’t exclusionary when it comes to new people but it still hurts idk when that stops.

[mapofyourstars]

these babies are having babies and falling in love in the process. read you got all my love. on ao3!

Erik helps Charles through his heat. One month and a wave of nausea later, Charles' heat is late.

[stella-soulaan]

[madaqueue]

happy friday my loves!!!!!!!! today is the last day of my vacation (sobs) BUT it means i will hopefully have more time to write over the next few days before classes start again :3 AND!!!!!!!!!!!! i think i’m FINALLY starting to get the hsr combat !!!!!!!! i hope you all have a FAAAAABULOUS day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and a wonderful weekend ahead!!!!!!!!!!! MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[immobiliter]

people who refuse to entertain rarepairs are weak and won't survive the winter. people who refuse to entertain m/f and f/f dynamics with a basis in canon in favour of the popular fanon mlm ship are even weaker

[solarpunkani]

PROGRESS!!!!!!

[callme-l]

I need more content about Kris not knowing how to interact with humans because they grew up as a monster

[sealofarchives]

Hello, could you do a Rottmnt headcanon of what kind of relationship Leo, Raph, Donnie and Mikey would be?

Headcanon: The reader might need 4 rings in the future since they couldn't decide on one turtle. (Requested prompt)

A/N: sorry for bringing up watt/pad again but, I did at least a couple of oneshots towards the reader in a poly relationship with the guys. So I had a bit of deja vu seeing this type of prompt again (probably around 5 years of writing) but anyway...

One last note: It was a bit difficult to understand the wording towards this particular ask. I already had some unpleasant interactions with "those fans" so I hesitated for a bit with this one.

So please double check your asks before sending it because I don't want to end up with another semi-hiatus because of asks that were out of my control...

If this isn't the kind of relationship you're into, then just skip this one.

Leo

He honestly wasn't expecting you to make the first move.

And tbh, he kept pacing around his room by the time the new feelings bonked him on the head. Like "Ooooh no... (Y/N)'s actually really really really cute..."

Surprisingly, he went to Splinter for advice. Part of his soul left his body when the rat man explained the importance of that special relationship in a lovey dovey manner. But, actually listened slowly realizing Splinter's previous relationships ended in failure. Especially with how things are with Splinter and Big Mama.

Its close to the end of the week when you suggest that idea to date all four of them. And you were very much taken back that he's okay with it. Though he can't promise not to be jealous from time to time. But, he and his brothers will make sure not to break your heart and will swear by it.

- More likely to do surprise visits (or alerting you with a text that he's dropping by for a few minutes. sometimes close to an hour or more if he's not really in the mood for a night patrol)

- Accidentally starts light hearted competitions with him and his brothers trying to impress you. He's still gonna be a showboat but tones it down the moment you pretend to ignore him.

- He's a bit insane and brave with the idea of wanting to meet your family members (the ones that you feel comfortable with). Or towards people that have been there for you in those darker times. Aside from April and his future self being close to a guardian figure to Casey Jr. And the brief time he and his family had with Karai, might be the reasons why he wants to reach out more. Mostly starting small though since the mental scar from the Krang and Shredder really changed him as a person.

Its usually Mikey or Donnie that challenge the red slider turtle to a friendly game on winning your affection. And when he's not feeling up to it, he just waits when Raph's turn is over and asks for your TLC (tender loving care).

Despite the horrors, he's still the same ol whiner. And will probably latch on to you with the most saddest eyes. That you're luckily immune to as you hold hands with one of his brothers for the start of the next week. Donnie has used a spray bottle with water at him and still does it even when its not his turn.

Raph

Very confused about the idea and trying to make sense of it.

It might be close to a few weeks where he finally understands. (mainly asking from April because his brothers can make it sound more confusing)

He hasn't really thought that much about the existential dread of the mutant/human relationship until seeing either Leo or Donnie silently anxious about it. Like the alligator snapping turtle is always more focused on keeping his family safe. And with you as a partner (and potential future spouse) being shared with him and the rest of his brothers. Mind Raph is pestering him even more just to say it out loud than just waiting for you to lead the relationship.

He'll eventually get used to it and given his oldest brother status. Takes it with ease being more patient compared to their high energy.

- Doesn't realize he acts like a "proper gentleman" (or gentleturtle as Donnie would say) when Raph opens the door for you while you're carrying boxes or something. Or offers to help you with the heavy lifting. Even Splinter calls him out on that behavior.

- When its his turn dating you, you get immediate "dibs" on everything. He plays very innocent with you but on his brothers. They always work together on a prank back at him for being annoying about it.

- Tends to look at your hands sometimes. He blushes thinking about how soft it feels around his face and lightly tracing around where its safe to touch his spiky shell.

While he always has good intentions, his brothers heavily hate the 'chaperone or third wheel checking in on the date idea'.

- It's mostly brought at least once a month and the trio usually try to tell you ahead of time before it happens again.

He'll be slightly grumpy whenever the trio share a single brain cell about a really stupid thing that he won't get.

- And he'll whine for a bit if you end up taking their side so, just take his side to save him from another wrinkle on his Raph chasm.

Donnie

He's silently making a fuss about it during the first month.

And a bit at himself, for waiting so long to ask you out. Before you went ahead with the bold move of "I don't want you guys to fight over me so... Is it okay if I date all four of you?"

It takes him a long while to get used to it. Or when Dr Feelings notices the softshell turtle not being open and honest about this relationship with you.

However once he's fully settled in, a very charming and laidback sort of relationship.

- I always get the vibe he uses 'dearest or darling' as his term of affection towards you. (His brothers used to tease him about it but, on days where bad luck decided to give this turtle a break and more on them. They're pleading for your help and whether you want to add fuel to that fire. That's on you)

- To me, he has that dramatic hopeless romantic energy. The only difference he pulls it off better than the dense couples in rom com movies/shows. With the amount of words he knows, at least a few or almost all of his compliments at you will send your heart into a flutter.

- At least every now and then, he'll try to dazzle you with something. Either one of his incredible inventions or surprising you with your favorite thing. (He'll boldly insist he was a step ahead getting it as a surprise. Even though his brothers actually chipped in to avoid another "The Purple Game" incident)

He sort of has a friendly rivalry with Leo on trying to make you laugh.

- If he starts to gloat about it, especially winning with the claim "Told you I was the funniest."

You kissing the softshell turtle's lips will instantly shut him down. use that power wisely

He unfortunately has jealousy issues by the time his turn is up.

- Like pretending to give the cold shoulder until you need help with something he's an expert at.

Mikey

Very much the mature one taking this relationship seriously.

Even though it took a few days with Donnie's help to get a better understanding of your idea of the poly relationship.

Dr Feelings and Dr Delicate Touch are working overtime because of these dumb dumbs sometimes.

Despite that, absolutely the sweetest turtle boyfriend. (and best future turtle husband material out of the four of them)

- While he has the Lou Jitsu charm, Mikey's bundle of sunshine is a whole another level. You can't help but, slowly break into a smile from his toothy grin.

- If you're the type who takes a long while to warm up to pda. He'll mostly stick to handholding and ask whenever you want a hug or kiss from him. (He's definitely more warm as a result of the mystic fire-based energy and ninpo that just naturally went with the flow towards him. So you sometimes fall asleep on his shoulder without realizing it)

- More likely to make any boring task you dread doing into a fun adventure. You both have matching hats from a previous grocery trip and pretended it was a mission from one of the Jupiter Jim comics.

His brothers were totally not jelly about it.

Very much tries to hide his embarrassment from his brothers suggesting 'better date ideas' to the best of his ability. He glared a few times at Raph with the chaperone idea. The usual youngest not getting along with the oldest brother sort of deal. So whenever you're around, the biggest sign is a strained smile on his face while lying that everything is okey-dokey.

- He almost clamped his shell shut when Splinter immediately disapproved the ideas with something even more embarrassing.

The only downside is he might go to some extreme lengths with how stubborn his brothers act.

- So you might need additional help from Splinter or April to prevent a new doctor persona along the lines of Dr Chaos.

[castieldelamancha]

Castiel turns to lay on his side, fighting back a shiver. It's not even cold in Dean's room, well, what used to be Dean's room, it's their room now. Still, Castiel, without his grace to keep him unaffected by the differences in temperature, gets cold too easily.

He tugs on the blanket, trying to find some warm, he is met with a bit of resistance but he can finally wrap the blanket around himself immediately feeling how he, slowly, starts warming up.

It takes his sleep addled brain an embarrassing long moment to register the fact he isn't the only one who needs the blanket and that he has effectively stolen all of it for himself.

He doesn't waste a second, turning back around, as gently as he can in order not to wake Dean up, and opening up the blanket so he can cover him back again.

He freezes at the sound of a tiny chuckle, one he would have missed if they hadn't been in a completley quiet noom, arms and blanket wide open, hoovering over Dean.

"I was about to kick you out of bed." Dean's voice is just a rough, sleep-heavy, whisper. Castiel can hardly see him with the little light filtering from the hallway but he can tell his eyes are barely opened and that he is smiling up at him.

"Sorry."

Dean shakes his head, "I know you get cold" of course he knows, even if Castiel won't complain about it out loud, that's why he keeps finding warm blankets and cozy sweatshirts on almost every room where he usually spends time in the bunker. "It's okay."

"Thank you," Castiel hopes Dean understands he is grateful for everything, not only for his forgiveness in this moment. He leans down to leave a kiss on Dean's lips, brief and sweet, and in that close proximity he suddenly finds himself trapped by Dean's legs, the blanket and the other man's strong arms.

Castiel would take his time to think about how those arms were strong enough to support him when he was still an angel, like Dean was the one saving him from Hell, how those hands healed him even if they didn't have the grace that used to flow from Castiel's own fingers.

However he has no time for any appreciation as Dean, in an extraordinarily quick move, has their positions reversed, Castiel laying on his back, Dean on top of him.

He supports himself on his elbows for long enough to pepper Cas' face with a bunch of kisses, before letting himself fall on Cas' chest, knocking the breath out of the two of them.

"Better?"

Castiel has never felt warmer, he notices then, from head to toe, deep inside his chest. Dean presses his ear right to his heartbeat, tangles their legs together, one of his hands rubs his side, sneaking under the t-shirt Castiel is wearing.

Dean lets out a satisfied, deep, sigh.

Castiel pulls him even closer, "better."

[kakushigotofanclub]

Currently thinking about Senjuro turning 21 and realizing he’s officially older than his big brother ever got to be.

[piraticalwit]

like this post for a starter from your favorite captain

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 27: Forgotten / Locked away / Immortal Characters: Sheegor, Mr. Pokeylope, Caligosto Loboto, the rest of the Thorney Towers inmates Warnings: None. Summary: Penelope was sure that help would come for them soon.

Someone would come for them soon. That's what Penelope was told as they took all but the last rowboat across the recently-flooded valley—one that she could use to cross, herself, but not enough to bring all the others.

She'd thought of bringing them one at a time, but Fred would always become someone else and rush back in, Boyd refused to step into the boat, she didn't trust Crispin on his own, and the others could get... violent. Plus, leaving any of them alone for too long might be bad for them.

That was okay, though! Because someone was going to come for them soon, and they'd have a big boat, or a bunch of rowboats, or a helicopter, or something, and they'd all be taken to another asylum soon.

But "soon" wasn't as soon as she'd hoped.

Penelope thought, at first, that it would be just a day or so. That seemed pretty reasonable, since they had so many patients to relocate. They couldn't take everyone at once, and they hadn't. Some had left before the town was flooded, and slowly more and more were taken across the lake and elsewhere. She was in the last group, and there were just a few of them left. Yes, they were most of the more... difficult patients, but that was okay. They just saved the biggest challenge for last, is all. That made sense.

But "soon" was more than a day or so.

She made meals for everyone—there was plenty of food in the storage—but by the time a week had passed, she was growing tired. Surely they would be coming soon, right?

At one point she tried to call someone—anyone—only to realize that the phone lines had ceased to function. Oh, the flood—! Of course they didn't work. But that was okay—they wouldn't leave them stranded here with a broken phone and a limited food supply! Someone would come for them soon.

But "soon" would not be soon enough.

Caligosto had found the medical equipment. Penelope was sure she'd locked it away, but to her horror she found him standing over Crispin, who was strapped to a chair, his mouth forced open and blood dripping from a gap in his teeth. The bloody tooth was still within the pliers that Caligosto held aloft.

She was ashamed, at first, of how she screamed at him. But then shame gave away to terror as he towered over her, face shadowed and eyes gleaming, demanding her to call him Doctor Loboto.

She fled to her room and locked herself in, comforting herself with the fact that someone would be coming for them soon.

But "soon" was more than a few weeks. More, even, than a few months.

It was all Penelope could do to keep the inmates from hurting each other. Caligosto had to be watched constantly, though she'd given up trying to hide the equipment from him—he found it every single time. Boyd was usually harmless, though she had to keep him away from Edgar and Gloria. They didn't mean it, but their tempers and mood swings made it hard for them to get along with the others. Fred, on his clearer days, would sometimes try to help her, only to abruptly shift to someone else who didn't know how to handle the other inmates. (Napoleon was just trying to help, she was sure, but he more often than not aggravated whomever he was dealing with.) And then Crispin was... Crispin.

She'd always liked helping out before, but now it felt like an endless trial. Even so, she kept going, knowing that soon now, surely, they'd come back for them.

But "soon" still did not arrive.

Penelope had been telling herself she couldn't leave the island, couldn't leave them alone, until one day. One day when Gloria had nearly struck her with that trophy, when Boyd had accused her of being a government spy, when Napoleon refused to let Fred get a word in, when Edgar's temper did not abate, when Crispin's remarks cut too deep... Caligosto turned his sights on her.

He'd been calling her a dreadful name—Sheegor—and then he began to demand she help him with "his patients." When she refused, he rounded on her, ready to strap her to a chair. She wasn't sure what happened next, but the next thing she knew, Caligosto could not find her, and she was running for the rowboat she'd kept hidden away. It was foggy and she nearly lost herself in the middle of the lake, but a soothing voice and—of all things—a little turtle led her to shore. She was too desperate to question it.

(And too scared she was starting to go mad, herself.)

She noted where the boat was hidden and marched for miles to the nearest town. Though she made the mistake of hurling herself at the first person she encountered and begged him for help. The man only screamed and ran, and Penelope was abruptly reminded that most people did not take kindly to her appearance—doubly so when she'd had little to no time to brush her hair or tidy herself up.

Instead she wound up seeking out a phone booth and used a pocket full of quarters and a scrap of paper she'd scribbled numbers on a while back to call for help. But the few times anyone actually picked up, they abruptly hung up the second she introduced herself, and did not pick up when she called again.

Once out of quarters, she sought out the local police station and asked the officers for help. They listened to her story in calm, polite interest before assuring her they would look into it and send someone out. Delighted that she'd finally gotten through to someone, she thanked the officers and hurried back out to the boat. For once, she was in high spirits—she knew someone would come for them soon now!

She told as much to the turtle she saw on the way back. It seemed to smile at her, albeit not happily.

Caligosto spotted her when she returned, but let her be, to her relief. Surely now things were looking up!

But "soon" was still not as soon as she'd hoped.

The days crept on, and still no help arrived. Penelope assumed the police must be busy, but surely as soon as they were done with whatever work they had, they would be on their way. But as she waited, she noticed their food supply dwindling. As much as she worried about leaving the others alone again, she knew they would run out of food if no one came soon. So... perhaps one trip wouldn't hurt. With an old wagon and some of her own savings, she boarded the rowboat and left for town again.

The turtle followed her again, and she allowed him to sit in the wagon, glad for the friendly company, strange as it was.

She stopped by the police station first to ask for an update, to which the officers replied that they were "working on it." Though she insisted to them that they would need help soon as they would run out of food and money eventually, they merely nodded, and repeated that they were working on it. Unnerved and more than a little upset, she left the station and trudged to the grocery store. As wary as her appearance made people, they did not argue so long as she paid for her groceries.

The turtle—Mr. Pokeylope, he called himself—engaged in friendly conversation all the way back. Turtles should not be able to talk, but she was too lonely and exhausted to question it.

Penelope had been careful about her trip, making sure no one saw her leave or return. Bit by bit she sneaked the groceries into the kitchen, and none of the inmates noticed.

But she did spot Caligosto eyeing something in the fridge later, his mechanical eyes twitching left and right. Still he said nothing.

She prayed that help would come soon.

It did not.

Not only did help not come, but something unimaginable happened. One morning, when she thought she would give the police a piece of her mind, she sought out the rowboat, only to find it missing. Horrified, she asked Mr. Pokeylope to make sure it hadn't drifted out into the lake. Meanwhile, she rushed back into the asylum and counted the inmates. Boyd, Fred and Napoleon, Crispin, Gloria, Edgar...

...Where was Caligosto?

All at once it hit her—he'd fled with the boat, her only way off the island, and left them there to rot.

Penelope cried, and screamed, and made a mess of an empty room, but it didn't matter because it was just going to stay empty, because no one was coming there anymore, no one was coming for them, they were just going to stay here until they starved, or until the whole place fell down, or...

Her despair gave way to numbness, and she found herself wandering back to the shore, not to look for a boat, but to simply look. Distantly she realized it might as well be the only view outside the asylum that she had, now, so she might as well try to enjoy it.

Until a harsh voice cut through the numbness, telling her they had work to do.

Penelope looked up in shock to see Caligosto towering over her. Before she could demand to know where he'd been, he informed her that he'd made a trip to the mainland to "advertise his services."

Thoroughly relieved that she was not trapped, she glanced over toward where she'd hidden—or thought she'd hidden—the boat, only for Caligosto to block her gaze.

"They're not coming here, you know."

She froze.

"I did a bit of poking around. I heard tales of a long-since evacuated asylum... and a very mad girl running around town, telling tales of ghosts and conspiracies and other nonsense."

The corners of Penelope's mouth twitched.

Caligosto carried on rambling about work and clients and income sources. She barely registered it beyond the fact that they would be getting money in order to function. All she could think about was the way her contacts hung up on her immediately, the way the police kept brushing her off, the way the town residents turned a blind eye to her...

They... really weren't coming back for them, were they.

"Come on now, Sheegor. We have work to do."

Sheegor slowly looked up at him, and nodded. "Y... yes, Doctor Loboto."

[beskars]

posting the anthesis update and then immediately opening the doc for anatomy of a wave chapter 5. vander enjoyers you will not go hungry on my watch 🫡 

[gu6chan]

work related question does anyone have any fun anime for likely 12-14 year olds that to their ulta-conservative conspiracy theory parents would have no objectionable content whatsoever that's not like . pokemon. i live in the most conservative area in michigan btw /hj