#please break me in half

[bittersweet-in-boston]

What if Steve and Hill went on a mission together after the Battle of New York but before Insight?

[brightlotusmoon]

Gargoyles S 1 Awakening / Recap - TV Tropes

"It may prove difficult to find the necessary manpower, this castle has a bad reputation, the locals consider it haunted."

"You know the answer to that Owen. Pay a man enough, and he'll walk barefoot into hell."

...not that I seek to single handedly set off a new Gargoyles hypomania among my Discord friends but uh

See, like in the mid 90s to early 2000s during my time in Ninja Turtles forums chatting with the then girlfriend of TV Writer David Wise, I was reading very high end Gargoyles smut fic written by genuine Romance authors under pen names. I may never again find those fics, and I absolutely must. For the children. And the generations of queer fans who deserve Lexington and his boyfriend in canon.

[lulla-bee]

let's pretend that this is the most violent they have ever become

[naught-skull]

The Pack is Growing

Your alpha's adding another bitch to your pack, and you're more than happy to help him break her in

fem werewolf!reader x masc werewolf!oc (x other fem werewolf!ocs)

werewolf smut (specifically shifted wolf x human), rape fantasy, mindbreak, knotting, bondage, heat, breeding, lactation

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Alpha had been thinking about adding a new bitch to the pack for a while now, but it had taken him a while to find the right one. Finally, he had. You'd all heard her crying and struggling as he dragged her into your den and tied her down to the breeding bench. He'd immediately begun breaking her in; the sooner she learned her place the better. You'd listened raptly to the thumping and moaning in the mating room from your place in the nursery, wishing desperately that it was you in there instead of her. You know you'd cried when he first brought you in, but now you couldn't remember why. There was nowhere in the world you'd rather be but here: taking your Alpha's knot, relaxing with the other bitches, or suckling your pups.

You'd had two pups in your first litter, a perfectly manageable number. They slept contentedly against your stomach. There were constant sounds in the den, including the sounds of mating coming from the other room, and they were used to sleeping through it. They were approaching their eighth moon, and you'd begun to feel the stirrings of your first heat since birthing them. You loved them dearly, but not as much as you'd loved carrying them. You could only hope that Alpha would put another litter in you when the time came.

Alpha continued breaking in the new bitch on and off throughout the next few days. It lasted long enough that it became clear she wouldn't be an easily won addition to the pack, but you knew that would only excite Alpha more. He loved a challenge.

Those few days had passed and you were just finishing up suckling your pups. Your heat was coming on with more certainty now, you'd likely be fully in heat by the end of the next day. Alpha came in to check on you, the other bitches, and the pups, as he did a few times a day. You wanted to present to him to let him know how ready you were, but you didn't want to distract him from breaking in your new pack member. You almost managed to restrain yourself, only letting out a small whimper of need.

Even then, he was such an attentive Alpha that he noticed that small slip. He prowled over and pressed his nose against your throat. He was in wolf shape, which was how he preferred to spend most of his time, only shifting to man shape when he needed to. You'd been born human, of course, and were still more comfortable in your original shape, only shifting for pack runs or if Alpha asked you to. It was part of why two pups was the perfect number for you; you could suckle both of them without having to shift.

He sniffed deeply at your neck, tail wagging once in happiness at the smell of your fertility. He took a step back and looked contemplatively at you before beckoning you through your bond. An idea came to you from him wordlessly, in the way that all bond communication was. The idea was if the new bitch saw him mating you, she might warm up to her new spot in the pack quicker. You agreed eagerly. Any time spent on your alpha's knot was pure ecstasy, and you hadn't had nearly enough of it in the long months recovering from your first birth and minding your pups.

One of the other bitches was in the nursery with you. She had a litter of three, just two moons old, and was lounging in wolf shape as they slept. You pushed your and Alpha's plan through the bond to her, and she sent an affirmation back with a mental image of your two pups sleeping next to hers. You picked each one up and settled them next to their half siblings. Alpha made sure to check on every little one, greeting each with a sniff or a lick, tail wagging in happiness at his healthy pups. Once he had assured himself of their comfort and pressed his nose to the other bitch's muzzle in gratitude, he led you out of the nursery.

You followed him over to the mating room and got your first look at the new bitch. She was young, maybe even younger than you'd been when Alpha first brought you in, but old enough that she was strong and ready to carry pups for your pack. Her turning bite on her hip had stopped bleeding, but was still a deep, bruised red. A matching scar on your hip had faded to a light pink and was crossed over with stretch marks. The bite was the first step in the turning process. The next was semen. Alpha mounting each of his new bitches as soon as he brought them in didn't only help teach them about their new place in life, it also served as a critical component of the turning process, and more was always better. The last step was for the new bitch to relax her mental defenses and accept Alpha and the rest of the pack into her mind. As soon as this new bitch accepted her place and forged a mental bond with Alpha and the rest of the pack, the turning process would finish and she'd heal faster. Not only the turning bite, but also the other scratches and bruises that littered her naked body from the past few days of being fucked and knotted.

Her wrists, ankles, and waist were all bruised and inflamed too, under the leather belts that kept her tied to the breeding bench. It was soft leather, but there was only so much friction skin could take. The bench itself was small, but sturdy. Cushioned bars supported her waist and shoulders, with a perpendicular bar supporting her torso, neck, and head. It was designed to leave as much of the body exposed as possible, so Alpha could grab wherever he pleased or wrap his arms or forelegs around whichever bitch he was breeding over it. The established bitches didn't need to be tied to it, but still used it to keep themselves in breeding position toward the end of long and exhausting heats.

You settled on your knees next to her head, and she met your gaze with an exhausted but still defiant stare. You brushed sweaty hair off of her forehead and trailed a gentle finger down her cheek. If there had been a bond between you, you would have pushed reassurances and affection through it. You could still remember the language of men if you thought about it, but it didn't come naturally to you anymore, and using the language of the species she was leaving to bridge your communication gap didn't feel right anyway. Instead, you settled for pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, hoping that your obvious comfort in this room and during the coming events would get the point across.

You lined yourself up next to her so that your entire body was within her line of sight and settled on your hands and knees, hips tilted up and ready. Alpha got to work immediately. Since you weren't quite in heat yet, your body needed some preparation to take him comfortably, so he walked behind you and sniffed briefly at your cunt before his tongue darted out to lick slowly up your labia. You couldn't stop a soft moan at the feeling. He responded by lapping deeper and quicker to wet the lips of your opening before plunging his tongue inside. You jerked back to meet him as he drove his tongue in deep and licked the walls of your pussy. The attention caused your body to slick up naturally as it became hotter and more aroused. Alpha continued on expertly until you were trembling and rocking back against his muzzle.

When he was satisfied at the level of preparation, he withdrew his tongue and you moaned unhappily at the loss despite knowing what was coming next. He lunged forward and wrapped his front paws around your waist. Practice had you pushing back against his weight to keep both of you upright as he settled into position. You felt his teeth and the heat of his breath briefly against your neck and felt the tip of his cock pressing gently against the outside of your cunt, lined up and ready. He sent a pulse of love and happiness through the bond to you before snapping his hips forward and plunging in all at once.

You cried out at the sensation. More as a reflex than anything else. Alpha had done a good job preparing you, so the slight sting of initial penetration faded as your body adjusted. He began snapping his hips against yours. You rocked back to meet each one. A growl rumbled down through his chest into yours. Moans and gasps punched out of you in time with the thrusts. The tip of his cock knocked against the innermost parts of you with each snap forward, and it sent shocks of pleasure up your spine. The heat of arousal roared throughout your entire being, building up and up and ready to peak. He began to move even faster; his nails dug into your hips to pull you back against him so he could rock deeper, harder. You panted and moaned and gave yourself entirely over to him and to your arousal, your mind opening up to his so you could feel the waves of his arousal too and send yours back in return. As your thighs began to shake, it took everything you had to hold the both of you up. He snapped his hips forward and began rutting in quick, short thrusts. You could feel his knot begin to swell and that was all it took to push you over the edge. You screamed and your cunt clenched down around him as you came. The pressure was the signal he needed to begin spilling inside you and his knot swelled up to full size. Teeth pressed sharply against the back of your neck as he came. Reminding you that you were his. Not that you needed the reminder.

Your pussy spasmed around the knot stretching it out as you came down from your orgasm. The shaking in your thighs subsided. Copious seed warmed the inside of you, trapped. You dropped down onto your elbows so Alpha could place his front paws on the floor and stand over you until his knot subsided. He could have turned around, but you preferred this. Preferred the feeling of safety that came from him standing over you, his cock and semen trapped inside.

A sigh had you turning your head to the new bitch. You'd almost forgotten she was there. She was studying the two of you, and her shoulders slumped as some of the fight left her. Her eyes locked onto yours, and you offered her a soft smile of contentment. This was a good life. She'd never be alone again if she just gave in. She blinked slowly at you before turning her gaze to Alpha. A new mind stirred slightly against the edge of yours, and you knew that as soon as Alpha was able to pull out of you he'd mount her and cement her place in the pack. Excitement and happiness filled you at the thought of getting to know her, and getting to watch the pack grow that much stronger.

[numberonetribble]

Oh you KNOW that thing is going to taste 100% like food coloring 😭

[mtx-lol]

rare instance of me being actually really happy with a design

actually gonna word vomit about it;

this came to me the mili, picosecond ive finished colouring the third redesigns which is now completely out of a date of ever seeing the sun so have fun mulling over that lol .

anyways so basically, ive discovered this technique of limiting to 3 or 2 themes for each character, to which i built apon with an overall theme for the whole media and have it paired up with the characters individual theme. ive decides to try for a more flexible or abstract dressing theme for tam, being duality since yknow her hybrid species/transitioning species kinda thing (in hindsight it shouldve been asymmetry but whatevs), the rest was roadsigns and scout.

originally it was going to be a flower, then it was going to be melded skulls and roses but just decided on a skull, the back of her head was a weak resemblance of this broken solar panel thing ? still dont know, but it was cool; this was supposed to be an attempt at symbolism of her trying to weaponise her unique kind of loneliness, being a hybrid and having unconventional origins in the sense of her childhood and the abyssals, trying to replicate a dishonering danger with the horns coming out as well, stabbing away any approachers. the weird cut snout with teeth was supposed to be the top half of a mouth but i thought it would be funnier if it was more a collector showcase base for her weird teeth collection fixation, all from the underground visits john used to take her with when she wasnt older and sicker, a rare interlude of her bleak-less worldview and dull colours.

the spikes on the skull is actually sharpened loose metal from railings, poles, machines, etc, and she uses to have more but she snapped them off when the gun jammed. its meant to be a transition from the skull to the metal plate and was meant to replicate the more grandiose version in my head.

idk if i ever properly explained the diamond earing on her left side but its an earing that john will be shown wearing and he decided to give to her as part of his family, but due to her massive fears of her ears being ripped off with it or with anything (headcanons will be supplied, soon enough), she decided to add it to her hat, which is funny because i was going to pierce her with chains but it wouldve been a) too heavy and b) reminded me too much of this guy in secondary school math class who publicly announced his thought of putting a pencil between a earring hoop, so. (sorry)

also the necklace is a variation of johns that she tried to replicate in her own style, idk if that was obvious but john is her biggest reason of and for life.

what else, uhh the yellow tape around is meant to diverage anyones attention from her face or her in general, yknow, 'look down, look away' likes shes shy guy or smthin. its her anxieties, her self-consciousness she tries to comfort with a shield of fear projected onto others, its also a self-poke like 'this girl right here is a CRIME SCENE!!!'

the weird thing over her shirt is supposed to be a ripped version of the shirt she used to wear in earlier versions, a sign of shifting unrecognisablility, breaking out yet still clinging onto the puzzle pieces for a cocoon that kept you safe in the first place. she knows shes tam, not traviler, but something in her wants tomorrow to be the day the hat is over her eyes and the trench coat is the amber touch of anyone she loved. its a drastic, dramatic life change that cant magically happen overnight, shes 22, but theres always a lingering, loose ended however.

uhmmm, she has many belts that i wanted to make into a loose replica of rock climbing belts because i think she really really really really rwalyh REALLY likes climbing up and away but i thought it would be funnier (common pattern realised) if she didnt know that rock climbing is a real profession or that she'd always would do it too tight or loose so she just gave up.

the saws came as an afterthought from this pin and i was like "whaf if she wash bug" but then i realised if i added in another theme i would have to restart and it would be over complicated AGAIN so i just did it with saws because she nearly got her head cut off by a saw and also like a little nod to her HORRENDOUS sitting positions like she would never sit straight, its either upside down, down on the side, manspreading like its a dentist appointment or 6-2 legs on the floor its quite queer of her.

elsewhere, uhhhhh, one of her makeshift shoulder pads was supposed to resemble the wings of an animal like how i originally drew her necklace but like, i kept on forgetting and kept trying something else until i just replicated the other one with less details, nothing smart i just thought it would fit her (no melted keys, she doesnt like stabbing herself anymore)

anything else...........she has a fang........ uhhh....she ripped off the oversleeves as a get back from the guy who took played with a chain on her hat while she was half awake or smthin idk still hasnt fleshed it out properly........ she is the worlds renowned owner of the most split ends (and she will finger brush through all of the knots with pride god damnit).........uhhhshe doesnt looking at mirrors.......ive made a fanfic about that....i may have realised i have a weird sense of aesthetic attraction to her.....this is a repost cuz i didnt like how little it was but now i have ensnared myself in only 2 doodles per canvas.......i am very irresponsible about my storage space but what else is new....... tam appeared right before me in my dreams................ i have taken 20 screenshots of the updated lore document of the transcribed conco between her john........ yeah thats it

theres probs more ive missed or havent come up with but thats enough words for today,

if you actually soaked in everything ive read um thanks, watch this be outdated within 3 days or hideaway makes me hide away all of my headcanons that has been conjured since december.

k byeeee

[katkat030]

Scar sits, balanced on a precipice at the crest of the world, and thinks. If he tilts forward just a degree too far into the sweeping abyss that engulfs the city below, he will fall. It’s a height that very few could survive, and he knows without a shred of doubt that he is not one of them. “Careful,” comes the warning in a tone that, if he closes his eyes, sounds awfully like Cuteguy. But of course, the voice that Scar hears so often through his earpiece is nothing at all like the unmistakable lilt of Pearl’s words. OR Pearl watches Scar leave his apartment in the small hours between dusk and dawn. When she follows to find him dangling his feet off the edge of the tallest building in Hermitopia, she decides to sit by her archnemesis' side, just for one night.

I wrote and posted my first fanfic, a oneshot based on the @hotguycomiczine universe!

[jacqcrisis]

Hmmm so Hermes has a physical interactable model now and it looks like Mel is just a few inches shorter than him.

And next to Charon, she's like half his size...

Much to think about. Looking into it.

[omegalerc]

these two pics from the new charlos pr…. Yeah

[media-illiterate]

FOTV'S PLOT MAKES NO SENSE

So since this is going to have MASSIVE spoilers for the new show, I'll put most of it behind a readmore. But, TL/DR: Destroying Shady Sands would not bring down the NCR, because they have at least seven other major cities that could and would take over!

So, lets start with a map:

This is map (made by me) very roughly represents the NCR as it exist circa 2277. All major settlements are labelled, but do note that there are dozens of minor settlements scattered around the whole of California, and into Oregon, Nevada, and Mexico.

Nuking Shady Sands, even if you used the largest nuclear bomb ever made, (The Tsar bomb: coming in at 100 megatons, it is the upper limit of practicality for a bomb, because any larger and the explosion would've vented into the upper atmosphere and reduced the bomb's effect), it would still only destroy Shady Sands. Maybe vaults 13 and 15, the closest settlements to it (given their nature as vaults, however, I think they'd survive).

Notice all the other settlements? WHERE DID THEY GO, TODD?

Now, exploding Shady Sands would still be really fucking bad for the republic, but I think it would be fully survivable. We don't have hard numbers for the population of the NCR, but in New Vegas it is explicitly in the hundreds of thousands, (and rising). So we can substitute the demographics of, say, Alaska (710,000 people). The largest city in Alaska, Anchorage, has ~290,000 people living in it, as of the 2020 census. That's a large chunk of the state's population, but its not even half.

I think Shady Sands would probably be a lot smaller than the Hub or Boneyard (not to mention San Francisco, Vault City, or New Reno) because it started out as a small farming village when the others were already major settlements. So, at most, nuking Shady Sands would only disrupt the NCR, not kill it. Even if the NCR broke up in the aftermath, Lucy's vault should still be smack in the middle of the Boneyard, probably one of California's largest settlements.

But! That's not all! Not only does this show contradict established canon at every turn, it doesn't even do it well, because there is an argument to be made that a few well placed nukes could bring down the NCR!

And its already part of the damn game:

This handsome, gravelly-voiced genius already mathed out how to, as he calls it, "cut the bear's throat": bomb the NCR's trade routes to the outside world, and watch them wither away on their own. His plan is a thousand times more interesting, and more feasible, than how the show brought down the NCR (blowing up one (1) city and acting like that would destroy an entire nation).

In fact, if they really wanted to get rid of the NCR, they could've easily just made that ending to Lonesome Road canon. But, lets face it, this show cannot be bothered to even look at the games for inspiration.

I like almost nothing I see coming out of the show. Its a thin veneer of fallout painted onto a story that bulldozes the very series it claims to be part of. The zombification of ghouls, the centering of the Brotherhood, the badly written raiders playground of a wasteland: its all of Bethesda's worst writing choices, just transmitted to a new medium.

I hate it here.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Small Mouthwashing Break

Hey guys. I know so many of you are hyped and excited for another mouthwashing fic/update to my series but the whole RussianBot situation just. I can’t

I’ve seen things that have left me painfully traumatized. Its made me scared to even open this app. I’ve seen things no one deserves to see. Enough where I won’t even mention what they are

Until the situation is solved I just can’t be part of the fandom atm. I’m already painfully traumatized as is. I have enough going on in life. I don’t need more shit like this

It’s genuinely given me nightmares and taken a toll on my health, since fibromyalgia reacts to stress. What a way to start my thanksgiving break. Just peachy huh?

I’m super sorry to everyone that’s so eager to see more of my content, who want updates, to have asks left unanswered, but I deserve to take care of myself

Hopefully a few days away will make the situation resolve itself on its own. Maybe tumblr will actually do something. Who knows

Just know I’m super sorry, but I gotta take care of myself. I love the mouthwashing fandom/game but Jesus Christ those Russian Bots man

Keep me updated on if that stupid thing gets solved. If things go get fixed. That it’ll be safe to return

I wanna keep posting and doing what I love after all. Don’t we all?

Love yall

[slingbats]

what if after 1.5 seasons of setup for Ed to become the Riddler, Kristen survived instead of Ed but the experience fundamentally changed her as a person and by a twist of fate (and a healthy cocktail of her own problems and new traumas) she was the show's Riddler instead

[moongothic]

...I... I do not know what on earth compelled me to make this nor why, but I will not be taking criticism at this time

[navajja]

I wanna talk about Ty Lee/Suki so badly!! They ideas are definitely there but studying and work got me posting sketches only. They are girlfriends btw😌💕🌻

[shiongenkai]

Absolutely losing it imagining Haru flirting with Ed in his own Haru way and Ed responding in his own Ed way only for Towa to materialize behind them with the steel chair labelled 'For that old bastard's knees'. Just unparalleled potential hidden in there

[suddencolds]

.(personal)