#second mate

[captainkurosolaire]

[Insight]:体 Van Sinbad🎼

For those to my chest... never, never again! Will I fail to protect them! What's the point of my existence? if I can't SIMPLY do that!

[bunubunss]

the dream team (o´▽`o)

[jadewritesficshere]

Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

[linddzz]

Harry Lloyd had said he's aiming for specifically a "bad Czech accent" for Viktor (hilariously candid, thank you for your service sir) so I like having Viktor mutter things in Google Translate Czech

And look. Is it in character? Probably not. Or maybe it is but it is pushing it ok I know I am pushing into some syrapy ooc cutesy shit but hold my hand ok?? Hear me out here

Bc I cannot resist the idea of Viktor pre-relationship calling Jayce lásko. and refusing to elaborate further. Not that he needs to elaborate, because Jayce would just roll with this fun nickname that Viktor will call him with such casual ease (like it's the most sensible and obvious nickname there is) because they're buddies and partners yay!

And it's not until they've been fucking for a while that Jayce finally THINKS to ask what lásko means and Viktor shrugs and says "ah that, it means love. Or my love." like it's NO BIG DEAL.

And Jayce is sitting straight up staring at him with an indescribable mix of equal parts fluttery chest feelings and also indignant "are you shitting me rn???" because he is suddenly flipping through how long Viktor's been calling him that (it's been since Jayce said "crank it!!!" that first night at the chalkboards in Jayce's blown up apartment) like it was a totally normal thing to call your new lab partner

With Viktor holding eye contact. Eyebrow raised. His expression 1000% I said what I fucking said

[the-daydreaming-show]

The Gods Has Spoken (Poly!Feysand x Reader)

SUMMARY: You were a mere mortal, daughter of no one. You were sold into slavery by your father. Furthermore, you were a courtesan on the pirate islands, known as The Pirate's Bride. And then you were condemned to work for life in the volcanoes for killing a free man as a slave. From there, you conquered Slaver's Bay, having seen dragons and a new version of yourself born in the lava.

Now you go to the Night Court, in search of an alliance that is easy to fall into nothingness, because of looking for your childhood friend Feyre Archeron.

Or

Where you were Feyre's childhood friend. A couple years older than her, you took her under your wing and taught her how to survive. Now you are both leaders of your lands and your causes, and those may not be compatible.

Feyre already has her peace, and you are about to start your war.

CHARACTER(S): Poly!Feysand x Fem!Reader, Feyre Archeron x Fem!Reader, Rhysand x Fem!Reader.

WARNING(S): Reader is female. Reader is described as having long hair. Reader is given hair color, but it is clarified that it is artificial and has natural unidentified color below. Misunderstandings and slight miscommunication (in my defense, it is justified). War. Slavery. Prostitution. ACOTAR Canon sh*t.

AO3

Tag List is OPEN.

(0.) PREFACE

SUMMARY: You make some last arrangements before leaving for the Night Court. Or. You make a stupid decision that will change everything.

(1.) THREADS OF TIME.

Ever since you arrived in the Night Court, you've avoided awkward confrontation and the thought of going out of your way to talk to Feyre. You've barely looked at her in an attempt to avoid facing the very thing you came here for. But finally, one evening, after a flight over the mountains with Balerion, you come face to face with the past and present you've been avoiding.

Or.

After not seeing each other for over a decade, you and Feyre finally meet in the woods again, but nothing is the same, not even the two of you. You make an agreement to try to find a balance, and you fail miserably.

(2.) EMBRACING ILLUSIONS

After realizing that the alliance won't happend, you decide to take a new approach to what's left of you visit, while Feyre decides it's time for you to have a serious talk. Or. Where you and Feyre get too carried away by what could have been, and yo ignore what you know will be, just to live in an illusion a little longer.

(3.) DREAMS MADE HEAVY.

It's the celebration of Nyx's first birthday. Or Your time in illusion is running out and the past is fading, unable to bear its own weight any longer.

(4.) THE SKYFALL

Your time is up.

TAG LIST: @pinksmellslikelove @saltedcoffeescotch @raisam @asweetblueberry2 @kabekusa @throneofsapphics @makayla2036789 @jojodojo02 @kooterz @rcarbo1 @whyucloudingmymind @hjgdhghoe @minbeatriz16 @azzydaddy

[verticalplane]

redraw of this ICONIC pic cause they are sooooo cute and also because @twojamie-o-clock inspired me to <3

[science-lings]

You know how Superman can super-change into his outfits? Do you think that if they’re in a rush, Bruce taught him all the ins and outs of the batsuit so he can change them both at super speed? Like no matter how fast that guy has taught himself how to get in and out of that thing (because you know he has) sometimes it has to be literally instant.

It’s like an insane show of trust, not many people know all the little tiny details that get updated every few months, the close batfamily might know how to take of pieces in case of emergency and the exact contents and placements of his belt, but Clark has a lot of hands on experience and the symbolism of him putting Bruce’s cowl on for him is neat too.

[critterishere]

First image was drawn like 11 days ago I think,,,,

the virus….. it’s changing me…….

[nonranghaes]

"i think we messed up."

seungmin's fishing broken pieces of eggshell out of the bowl, and you watch the way batter drips off his fingers like its practically water. where did you go wrong...? you meant to double this recipe so that you could share with his buddies, but clearly you forgot to double something. or... maybe several things? seungmin flicks the broken piece into the trash before going for the paper towels so that he can wipe his fingers off.

"huh." you frown, arms folding across your chest. "i think... you might be right."

"we could pay felix." seungmin stares at the bowl for a moment longer, hand hovering over it as he debates giving in to whatever thought is in his head. slowly, he lowers his hand down, dragging his fingers through the batter again. "we could help him, too, so it's not like he did all the work--"

"no." you press a finger against his lips. "honey. i've seen you two in the kitchen. i don't think the three of us working together is going to fix that."

seungmin frowns at you, all too aware that you're right. something about him and felix cooking anything together... goes wrong. now that he thinks about it, it's kind of like what he thinks happens when he's around you. he says nothing, but darts his tongue out to lick you finger before you jerk your hand back. he cackles in glee. the impulsive thoughts are winning today.

"i'll call him," he wipes his fingers off on the nearby paper towel, crumpling it into a ball that he tosses into the trash. "and ask him how to fix that." with a nod toward the bowl, he's already going for his phone. "we can do this. we're competent. we can make cookies."

ah. now he has something to prove. you fight back a laugh as he's already calling felix, leaning against the counter... only to immediately make a beeline for him when he starts saying that you were the only one making mistakes (because seungmin, self-proclaimed professional baker of fifty years, clearly knows what he's doing).

[nnjthndr]

Joels kind of like a shonen mc in wild life especially the finale, where once he declares you part of his "family" you can't hurt him. Not that you can't try to, everybody except gem and grian tried to kill him many many times, it's just when they do they can barely graze him, hell half the time he's not even aware that they're trying to kill him and even when he is he just shrugs it off (there is something deeply wrong with him)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for miri-tiazan behind the cut; “the one where omegaverse fucks up Red Hood’s life”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Jay,” Dick mumbles back belatedly, sounding all dizzy and punch-drunk and like he’s actually–like he’s really–

Dick smells like sympathy rut, Jason’s stupid enough to think. Dick smells like he actually wants to–to–like he actually wants him. 

He doesn’t. He can’t. And Dick wouldn’t–he wouldn’t rut over Jason’s heat, even if he did. Wouldn’t . . . 

Dick had–he’d asked him if he wanted it. And Jason had said–had said– 

And then Dick had started to smell like . . . 

Jason’s stupid and in heat and his stupid fucking omega actually thinks its alpha wants them, and his fingers dig into Dick’s ribs and his thighs shudder and he thinks his fucking hole even shudders, kind of, and he’s never felt like this before. Never felt like this in his life. The ghost of it, the seed of it, some vague watered-down illusion, but not . . . not this.

“Dick. M’–I need–” Jason chokes, and his omega is, again, an absolute bitch. 

Or at least, it really, really wants to be. 

“Need?” Dick mumbles in that same punch-drunk voice as he buries his face in the crook of Jason’s neck just above his scent gland and breathes in his pheromones like he wants–like he likes–“What’d you need, baby? Little wing. We’ll get it for you. I’ll get it for you.” 

“M’empty,” Jason whines as he tries to tilt his hips in against Dick’s, because he’s apparently just as much of a bitch as his omega is. 

At least for Dick Grayson he is, anyway. 

“‘Empty’,” Dick echoes, ragged and breathless and like he really is rutting, like Jason’s not stupid and delusional, like–“Empty like–” 

“Put it in me,” Jason chokes, gripping Dick’s back tight, and doesn’t specify if he means Dick should put his knot in him or his pup in him. 

It’s fucking obvious what he means, he thinks. 

He knows it’s obvious. 

Dick should have better self-control than this. Shouldn’t sympathy rut like this at all without at least Ivy being involved, because Dick’s had enough ruts and spent enough time as a Bat to just–to be able to–

Jason’s never been in heat a single time in his fucking life, but he should have better self-control than this too. He should, but–but–

But it’s Dick, so he can’t even try to. 

He wants to pretend it’s the same for Dick, that the bastard’s feeling anything like he’s feeling–like he’s felt–but knows it’s not. Doesn’t–doesn’t know what it is, but–but–probably Dick’s trying to distract him, keep him from bolting, keep him here ‘til–’til Batman gets here, and–and then just–and then–

It doesn’t feel like that’s what Dick’s doing, though. 

Not to his stupid bitch of an omega, anyway, and not even really to his stupid bitch of himself. Not . . .

[xxplastic-cubexx]

logan on that plane when the divorcees started arguing had to have been AT LEAST one of his top 20 worst moments in life if not at least one of the most awkward like imagine not liking flying in the first place and then the plane starts being crumpled like tin foil once the metallokinetic gets frustrated and now we're all nosediving towards the middle of the ocean

[katnissmellarkkk]

the fact that all the district 12 victors are actually related in some way or another is just

[the-daydreaming-show]

(0.) Preface

SUMMARY: You make some last arrangements before leaving for the Night Court.

Or.

You make a stupid decision that will change everything.

CHARACTER(S): Poly!Feysand x Fem!Reader, Feyre Archeron x Fem!Reader, Rhysand x Fem!Reader.

WARNING(S): Short; The reader makes stupid decisions; No-beta reader, we die like the Suriel.

NOTE: Tag List is open.

You were once a mortal from the lands of Prythian, born to poor parents who had been the children of equally poor parents, whose ancestors were lost to history. You used to live at the edge of the forest, in the poorest streets of the town where you were born and thought you would die.

When you were twelve, in those woods, hunting to survive the onset of winter, you first encountered a hungry and frightened Feyre Archeron, trying to hunt for her family but being too loud for your liking. There, you both became friends, allies, and each other's only company in the labyrinth of forests where you sought your lives each week. It was as if the world was only you—just the two of you among those trees.

You realized this the very night after the birth. You had taken over the child's care while your mother recovered, and you found him at night staring into the fire. The way he looked at you when you walked past him to heat water left you frozen in place. You were used to walking past wild beasts in the woods that looked at you like you were their next meal, but the look from your father made your stomach sink.

However, when you were fifteen, your mother gave birth to a boy after years of your father waiting for a son for his family. I had always found your father’s obsession with the family name and legacy ridiculous. Your family was so poor that you had been out in the woods foraging for food ever since you had the strength in your fingers to create your first rabbit trap. Your mother had given him two healthy daughters, you and Rue. But she had miscarried twice and given birth to a stillborn child. It wasn’t until that child was born that he seemed satisfied with it and with your mother. He named the child after himself, as if it were some sort of honor or meant anything more than poverty.

But the child was sickly, and your mother was weak from childbirth. You and your sister became dead weight in your father's mind.

It took a week before you and Rue disappeared. He walked you to a coastal town, and you thought he would abandon you there. You were mentally prepared for that. You were stupid, looking back. Because he sold you—both of you—on a hill overlooking the sea. Your little brother should have gotten his medicine within twenty-four hours, and your mother too, for sure.

You didn’t doubt that no one in the village asked anything. After all, people disappearing from one day to the next wasn’t so abnormal in a place where hunger took more people than age. You hoped Feyre had asked, but you didn’t insist too much because you knew what she was like. She would go crazy searching if she asked too much, and you didn’t want that for her.

In the hands of the slavers, you and Rue were sold as one to a brothel in the pirate islands of the southeast. There, Madame Petra saw something in you and offered a deal that you took. You danced and charmed everyone on the island. You had been the highest-paid courtesan in the area—until you were condemned to work in the volcanoes until death for taking the life of a free man while being a slave.

he forests of Prythian. The brothel on the Pirate Islands. The work in the volcanoes. It was as if they were three different lives you had lived before you turned twenty. Now you lived another, in Slave Bay—renamed Trinity Bay—as queen of the freed slaves and mother of the beasts that spit fire into the sky.

At the beginning of the year, you had sent a clear and decisive message to the mortal lands, starting a new life before you turned twenty-five.

From this day, one will be, and only one, the queen of the mortal lands of the world. Those who bent the knee to you would keep their land and titles. Those who took arms against you and your dragons would be thrown down, humbled, and destroyed.

You had been answered with an offer from the Night Court, and a handwritten letter from Feyre Archeron, the High Lady of the Night Court, offering a helping hand in the form of a political alliance between your lands and hers. You had accepted in hopes of killing a petty promise that you stubbornly wanted to keep. Now you were heading to the Night Court with three of your dragons in the morning, as visits had been arranged that would define the process of the agreement. Whether it would be signed or not would be decided based on those visits.

Night was falling over your city, and the moon illuminated your figure hunched over the dresser in your private chambers, staring at what you had on the table in front of you.

“You know how that will end,” Armin’s voice, your chief advisor, broke the silence of the room in a hoarse tone. He was as sorry as you were, that was certain. “You will find nothing but disappointment and bitterness on the other side of the sea, child.”

You raised your hand, dipping it into the open trunk you had been staring at. The inside was filled with shiny rings of different shapes, colors, and materials. You lifted your hand, letting the rings fall between your fingers like grains of sand tinkling in the night.

“I know,” you admitted, staring as the rings slipped from your fingers without you trying to stop them. You needed to start thinking about which ones you would take and which ones you would throw into the fire once you returned, as a final step to removing any memories they might hold with their meaning. “But I think it’s what I need, Ar. I don’t think I can do what I need to do without seeing whatever awaits me there, no matter how much it embitters my heart and breaks it. I will heal it with the freedom of my people and the fire of my dragons.”

You whispered as if afraid to hear yourself speak, but Armin heard you anyway.

Armin didn’t say anything about that, and you knew he wasn’t sure of your decision. But you also knew that he had followed you into the volcanoes when you were both slaves, and you sought freedom by force. And then he had accompanied you across the sea from the volcanic islands, on the backs of your dragons, and on the conquest of Slaver’s Bay.

At this point, there was little trust to build between you, and if you didn’t do what you said you would do, he would remind you of the truth. One way or another, you both shared a goal, and he would follow you to the Night Court, to your Fey, to finish what you knew no one expected you to accomplish.

Before sunrise, you chose the rings and put them in a small cloth bag that you tied and closed with a knot. You fastened it to the belt of your riding habit and decided to leave the trunk with the rest of them by the fire, to never forget the truth.

(Behind your back, Armin ordered the trunk to be moved after you left that morning on Balerion's back, heading in the direction of the Night Court. It was done a few hours before the emissaries arrived, who would later deliver it to their guests at the House of Wind. The trunk did not return to that room.)

TAG LIST: @pinksmellslikelove @saltedcoffeescotch

Next Part: (1.) THREADS OF TIME.

[yaralulu]

We don’t talk enough about how hot Lucien was when him and feyre were fleeing spring.Like every time I look through acowar I’m reminded of something sexy he did.He really was having NONE of feyre’s bs !!

ok purr

PURRR

PURRRRRR

[baby-xemnas]

"actually Bepo is not the first mate"