#original season 3

[tzigone]

Rooftop follow up (original "Twin" ending)

I was thinking more about original ending, but the same question applies to  lesser degree with episode as aired:  What does Molly know about what happened on the roof?  What about the rest of Fi's gang?

Fi, of course, knows more than Rachel or Jack. She's the only one that saw the Trinity or talked to Rick.  But Rachel and Jack know about the locked door (trap nature, especially Rachel, as she knew about the messages) and about Fi hanging on the ledge and being lifted up by something.

So, what do they tell others?  Previously, Fi would have been likely to tell everyone at least part of it (she's been known to omit instances of physical danger, but talking to her father is too big not to mention).  But her mom has decided to end the tour, and, of course, now she knows that Mom knows more about supernatural stuff and pretends not to. So would she be inclined simply to not tell Molly, in order to increase the likelihood of going back on the road again.  And, per original ending, to fulfill her destiny to stop those evil forces?  I guess the issue is if (for a time), she would become more closed off and keep more (supernatural-oriented) secrets from her mom to pursue that cause.  A distance growing before closing later in season 3?  But if she's not telling mom, she might not want to put it on her website, which Molly could easily read.  Though she could still tell Clu, Ryan, Candy, etc. in their group chats, I guess.  Does she tell Jack and Rachel about rick,even?

Jack has  history of keeping things from Molly if he thinks they'll distress her, so it would be on-brand for him not to tell her about Fi almost dying.  It's also a pattern of his to deny, deny, deny, so he might just say the wind blew door, she fell, she managed to climb up, no matter how little sense it made.  On the other hand, he also belittles her beliefs - I don't think he'd go so far in lashing out to say she got dad's spirit "killed" by chasing her goals - even besides the cruelty being too far for him, it would only support the idea her version of events is real,which he doesn't like to do.  I'm not sure what it would take to bring Jack around to supporting Fi's goals with regards to the supernatural, instead of just rescuing her she gets in trouble acting on them.  Do you think this is it or it times out better later on?

Rachel's the adult in the mix. The one I can't predict a reaction for.  We just don't know her as much.  But adults are generally less likely to keep these sort of secrets from parents.  And we haven't seen her support Fi's interest in the past like Melinda did. And when did do so here, Fi almost died.  I think the thing most likely to prevent her from taking action to make sure Fi never gets in this kind of danger again is if she believes Rick says this is what Fi was meant to do and that she'll somehow be okay.  Or, I guess, if she goes into denial and says stress got to her, it was an accident, etc.

[fashketchums]

[beeandthescreen]

DOES EVIL FROM BEYOND,OR FROM WITHIN?

Invincible OC time. You know how it is. A Viltrumite l, Thaddeus’ daughter, AND paired with Cecil. It’s so messy.

Here are fan comic crumbs. I’m taking this way too seriously and I think that’s very valid.

[mr--spock]

"Do you still feel anger toward Parmen?"

[cozyhoodies]

[l0sercherry]

If Elias Bouchard is evil then why is he serving cunt so much in this video animatic I w

Sorry about the roughness of it I don’t know how to animate

[shouyuus]

Pitfighter!vi who makes you keep eye contact with her and say her name while she fucks you because she wants you to know that it’s HER who’s making you feel that good 🙏 (request ish but also responding to the vi thirsts thingy)

i... have such a thing for eye contact!vi u have no idea.

18+, mndi, smut, slight angst, and fluff at the end

"eyes on me, princess --" she says, twisting your jaw towards her as she fucks her fingers into you, her makeup in black streaks running down her cheeks, her skin peppered with cuts and bruises, fat and dark as summer plums.

you whine, blinking up at her, your lashes clumped with salt as she fucks you through the nth orgasm that night, and you know that it's one of the bad nights, one of those nights where she comes home angry off a loss and already drunk. you bite your lips, her name trembling on the tip of your tongue even as she forces your mouth open to bury her own groans in the depth of your throat.

"moan for me --" she says, her voice a honey-bee's rasp against your lips, thick and syrup-sweet, but just as suffocating, the way it slicks across your tongue, "say my name --" she breathes.

you hiss, eyes squeezing shut as her dull nails scrape along your inner walls, making your legs kick out, your belly roiling within you at the relentless pressure.

"vi --" you force out, the breath punching from you as she angles her fingers up into that one gummy spot inside you that has you keening.

"i said look --" she clasps her whole hand around your jaw, squeezing so tight your mouth falls open, spit collecting at the corners of your mouth, "at --" she thrusts three fingers into you, "me."

you force your eyes open to meet her gaze -- and it's well-dark depths. you make a noise somewhere between a sob and a whimper, feeling her fingers digging into the soft plush of your cheeks as she gives you face a tiny little shake.

"vi, please --" and you don't even know what you're begging for anymore. mercy, perhaps, or just some kind of absolution. she stares at you, her gaze flickering from one eye to the other, as if searching for the answer there to a question she's never had courage enough to ask out loud.

finally, she lets you go, and your head thumps back against the pillows, though your hand reaches out to clasp around her wrists as she holds you by the hips and fucks you into the mattress, groaning when she feels you clamp down around her.

she laces her fingers with yours, this one single tenement of softness, as she groans, feeling you come apart around her.

she doesn't say much as she pulls out of you, staring at the shiny slick that coats her skin, brings it to her lips for a taste before shooting you a sharp, crescent-moon grin.

"violet..."

and she stills at the sound of your voice wrapped around the full weight of her name -- like a wish, or a promise. she sighs, leaning down to drop a kiss to your shoulder. you sit up, your fingers still linked through hers.

"it was a bad night," she'd say, looking anywhere but at you, pulling away to run her hands under the murky water from her tiny sink. you watch her from the bed, the mattress nothing more than a few stacks of cushions shoved together, empty bottles littering the floor.

"yeah?" you ask, shifting back a few inches as she settles on the edge of the bed, her head hung low. you reach forward, waiting for her to pull away. but when she doesn't, you curl yourself around the bend of her back and press your cheek to her shoulder, careless of the inky black paint that transfers from her skin to yours.

she lets you hold her for a few, long, solid minutes. they slick by like river water, made thick with silt or shimmer. you trace your fingers along the dark, smudged-out shapes of her tattoos -- and you think to yourself that she's beautiful -- even like this, broken and bruised and so, so angry.

"look at me," you whisper, turning her head with a finger, and she gives a the tiniest bit of resistance before letting you coax her face towards yours, her eyes bright in the slantwise light.

the moon slits a scimitar sliver through the sky, and down here, even the stars take on a sickly purple glow. but, as vi looks you over, allows herself the pleasure of admiring your face, she thinks that you somehow have the gall to be beautiful, even now.

she doesn't stop to think that you might be thinking the same of her.

you are.

"have you got a fight tomorrow?" you ask, reaching out to trace a thumb across the smudged paint on her cheeks. your finger comes away dark, but the tattoo beneath her eye's just a bit more visible now. she shakes her head.

"no. medic said i've gotta take a few days off."

she scoffs, her gaze cutting away.

"good," you say, "a break is good."

"i don't need a break," she gruffs, and you laugh.

"i know. but... that means you can sleep in tomorrow."

she quirks an eyebrow, "i can sleep in any day i want. the fights don't start till --"

"i know, vi -- i'm just saying," you say, imploring as a grin twitches over her lips, "we can... do something together, if you'd like."

vi blinks, "we?"

you purse your lips, looking down at where your fingers are inches from hers.

"unless --"

"yeah. no -- i mean -- it's fine. we -- we can."

and for a second, she sounds so nervous, so uncertain, that you almost laugh. because since when has vi been this bashful in your presence? but when you look up again, it's to catch her watching you with a strange, halfway light in her eyes. and you're not sure if it's the moon or the stars, or simply the cheap alcohol eating through both your veins, but you fancy that it looks just a little bit like affection, stained at the edges with tenderness.

it spreads warmth through your limbs, and tingles at your nose and your fingertips.

"okay then," you say, nodding, even as she pushes you back onto her makeshift mattress and slots her lips over yours once more.

the kiss is long, but soft. and when she pulls away, you're both just a bit breathless. though, not on the heavy, panting way you usually are off the deep, desperate kisses she gives you. no, this is something sweeter, something lighter. something that tastes very much like heartache at the back of your tongue.

"c'mere..." you say, tugging her into you even as the pair of your collapse onto her bed, her rucking the thin blanket haphazardly over the shape of your bodies, nothing more than a tangle of limbs, her cheek pillowed against your sternum, her lengthening hair tickling your chin.

you run a few fingers through the rough patches at the sides of her head.

"the dye's coming out."

vi grunts, her body heavy as she sinks into the heat of your embrace.

"whatever. let it grow."

you grin to yourself, thinking that you'd always loved the natural color of her hair -- bright as rubies in the hungering dark. but as you thread your fingers through them again and again, vi shifts against you, looping her arms around your middle to pull you into her.

she mumbles something into the skin of your chest that you don't quite catch.

"hm?" you ask, leaning down.

she sighs, her breath hot as it washes over your collarbones.

"you'll still be here in the morning, yeah?"

you pause, wondering for a second if it's a question or a plea.

you let out a tiny laugh.

"if you want me to be, then... yeah. i will."

vi only curls her fingers against your waist. she burrows her face more deeply into your chest, holding you close, and then closer.

"right," she says, shifting till the both of you are comfortable, "yeah," she adds after a few more seconds.

then, she lifts her head to look at you, her eyes catching yours in the dust-stricken moonlight -- and you can swear that she's smiling.

"good."

"goodnight, violet," you whisper, as her eyelids flutter shut, and she softens against you.

"night, princess. see you in the morning..." she says, her voice quiet and just a bit slurred.

"yeah. see you then."

[mygoodladywifenadja]

Crowleys version of my Regency portraits! :p

I like to think that Aziraphale keeps this tucked away somewhere, maybe he likes to look at it when he’s missing a certain demon 👀

[weaverofink]

My Adventures with Superboy

[arley-ology]

Wow guys Drawtectives season 3 in three weeks. Hahaha are you exited for season 3 in three weeks? I just think it's kinda cool we have Drawtectives season 3 in three weeks. Can you believe that Drawtectives season 3 is in three weeks? Wow we get Drawtectives season 3 in three weeks. *Shaking so hard that it makes a sound and hyperventilating like I just ran a mile*

[kitty-i-swear-to-gosh]

Hugs for the grumpy

[elorberryart]

happy season 3 ❤️🍂

[letsplayeternity]

No but you don't understand this is his face when Penelope tells him she's the laughingstock of the entire ton and of course she never expected him to court her. This boy just got this heart broken because THAT'S HIS FRIEND. That's his FRIEND, more than anything else, and he does not see her in the way that she sees herself (he's not fully ready to truly see her yet) but he is CERTAIN she is miles above the rest of the entire bloody ton and that she does not see it herself BREAKS HIS HEART.

AND she is clearly in pain now and THERE IS NOTHING HE CAN DO BECAUSE HE WAS A PART OF IT. He had promised to take care of her, to "always look after her" and HE DIDN'T. He loves her (just how much he loves her he is not ready to realise yet) and he has let HER down. She was the only person who truly saw him as a separate person from his million siblings and he was never "another bridgerton" to her, and like we talk about Compass!Colin and how he ALWAYS sees Penelope, but he DIDN'T SEE HER, not when it mattered and HE BROKE HER HEART. That's the face of a man who knows he has become no better than the Fifes or Cressidas of the Ton and the BOY IS DISTRAUGHT.

Now excuse me while I go throw myself off of a cliff.

[mr--spock]

Spock: 👁️👄👁️

[anatomyleigh]

“A sonic boom is a sound associated with shock waves, created when an object moves through the air faster than the speed of sound.” 

And Invincible, clad in black and blue, leaves one behind as he vanishes into motion, fleeing not from fear, but toward a threat so cataclysmic it warps the air around him. A man engineered for destruction, broad-shouldered and cloaked in white, crashes into him mid-flight and drives him into the earth with the force of a dying star.

_______ doesn’t know how long she’s been lying on the gravel. Air barely able to get into her lungs, ears ringing from the chaos above. She feels the sound energy vibrate the ground. Feels it rattle her bones. She knows she should move.

Move. 

Get up. 

Move. 

MOVE! 

But she can’t. Her fingers could hardly twitch, her body aching. A wet tear slides down her cheek, a daunting thought plaguing her mind: Nobody will save you now. 

“Maybe, you just need a little motivation.” A sinister, grating voice growls above her. 

A massive hand wraps around her neck before she could scream. Her body lurched upward, as if gravity itself had betrayed her– limbs heavy, lungs locked. The pressure against her neck tightened, and her feet scraped uselessly against the air. Her hands clawed at the fingers choking her, but they might as well have been carved from metal. Something cold and unyielding pressed against her back. Not skin. Armor. Muscle. Bone. All wrapped in something too still, too unnatural. An arm slithered around her waist like a vice, locking her in place. The air thinned. Her vision stuttered at the edges.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Invincible spat–sharp and desperate. But his voice sounded so far away, as if he was shouting from the other side of a void.

“Oh, I am beginning to understand your affinity for these lowly creatures, child.” He leaned in closer, his face brushing hers. The man behind her laughs, but nothing about it was joyous. It wasn’t mirth, it wasn’t even madness. It was a sound that crawled underneath her skin, perverted and sick. Bile burned at the back of her throat. 

“This one has the most gorgeous face. She even cries pretty.” A wet tongue slid up against her cheek, lapping up her tears. Her body recoiled on instinct, but there was nowhere to go. Her stomach coiled with dread, her sobs unending. 

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. Couldn’t stop him.

“Get away from me!” She choked out, voice shredded. The cuts on her limbs throbbed. Blood trickled down her skin, warm and slick. She dangled higher now, suspended in the sky. The world below blurred into a sickening kaleidoscope—buildings, pavement, fire, smoke—spinning like a carnival ride from hell. 

“Look at this, Mark. This is what you’re willing to die for? A weak, trembling little human, begging for her life? How touching. Let’s see how much of her I can rip apart before you beg me to stop.”

Mark? Wait– 

“NO!”

It was only a split second. A nanosecond in the infinity of time. One moment she was suspended in the sky like a marionette on broken strings, and the next–she was falling. 

The wind whipped past her, her limbs flailed uselessly as gravity tore her down, down, down. Towards the distant, uncaring earth. 

A scream ripped from her throat, ragged and raw. 

This was it. This was the end—splattered on the pavement, insignificant, and forgotten. There was no time to regret. No time to think about how she should have told him the truth. Should have told him that she loved him. He’ll know, she prayed. 

But just as the Earth reached up to claim her— 

A deafening crack split the air. 

A sonic boom erupted above her, a force so powerful, it split the clouds. Then—impact, but not with the ground. 

Invincible slammed into her trajectory mid-air, arms catching her with a force that made her ears ring and bones jolt. They spun through the air, before he redirected them both in an arc that sent parked cars below flying from the shock waves. 

The ground never touched her. 

His chest heaved. Blood smeared the collar of his suit. One eye, almost swollen shut. Ribs rising unevenly beneath the tight fabric. His hands trembled—either from fear or rage—but he held her. Held her tight. 

She stared up at him, dazed, heart still hammering inside her rib cage. 

“Y-you…” She breathed, voice cracking. “Mark?” 

His jaw clenched, his lip split and bleeding.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.” 

Tears spilled from her cheeks at the sight of him. Battered, bruised, soft hair swaying with the wind. It made her heart ache. 

“You’re—you’re him.” She whispered. “You’re–“ 

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. 

Above them, a shadow blotted out the sun. A familiar monstrous silhouette began to descend. Mark turned his head, teeth gritting against pain. Something off-kilter flickered in his expression–rage, fury. 

Vengeance. 

He set her down to her feet gently, his hands lingering at her waist longer than necessary. When his defeated eyes meet hers, she swears her heart cracked into a million pieces. 

“I’ll come back,” He said, voice low and fraying at the edges. “I swear. I just need you to call for Cecil. I need you to get out of here and I need you to take Oliver. Do you understand?” 

“Mark–“ she reached for him, tears still falling, panic swelling again. “You can’t go. You’re hurt–“ 

“________! Do you understand?!” He snaps, gripping her arms. Panicked eyes darted across her face frantically, as if he’s trying to hastily memorize this moment. She swallows, and despite the dread snaking around her bones, she nods. 

Before she could say anything else, he was already gone. The wind from his flight blowing into her face, a sonic boom cracked the sky again as he shot upward. A trail of blood, left in his wake. 

She dropped to her knees, heart in pieces. She heaves–heavily and forcefully. She breathes one last broken sob, before her chest hardens and her resolve fights back. 

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: can you tell i haven't posted on tumblr in years? (& note to self–put this in a future fic, fingers crossed!)

[confusedmothboy]

did someone ask about my yellowjackets oc

no one asked about him but here he is

his name is eddie taylor and he's jackie's brother and i've written 40k words just to put him in the story (and thats an incomplete season one there is SO much more to write) anyways this is the ao3 link to that if yall want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64741555/chapters/166349272

im just. really normal about this guy and everyone around me is sick of hearing abt him