#so we have a the trip together

[lazylittledragon]

I've been loving ur mombin comics, but where is the other mom? what trans hottie is not paying her child support out here? (this is said with a lot of love and affection, im very curious abt how she got into that situation, if you have thoughts abt it <3)

ajsjhsdfh i wasn't going to answer this because it's explained in the next comic but kudos to you for being the only person to say 'who's the other mom' instead of 'WHO'S THE DAD'

also the way this is worded made me laugh for like 5 minutes thank you so much xx

[jula483]

NOT YET

[worstloki]

there is a difference between being born to a throne, maliciously vying for a throne, stealing a throne, and having a throne thrust upon you when you are already in the midst of an identity crisis. And I fear Loki's place in the line of succession has people unable to differentiate between any of these

[incandescentflower]

Ok, but also, why do I love that Sorn keeps calling Juin an ox or a buffalo? Something about his focus on Juin being not delicate or breakable is really good for me.

Sorn knows Juin can handle what Sorn wants to give him, is what I'm sayin.

[lovesodeepandwideandwell]

🏘️

[saltyb0ba]

i am the one person in the universe who is a transformers universal ride evac fan. i am the #1 evac fan. if there are no evac fans i am dead. i'm the evac guy. maybe me and one other person but mostly me

[owl-with-a-pen]

inspired by a headcanon shared by @jammatown919

It had become something of a rarity for Brainy to spend the morning with his wife. With much work left to be done at the new DEO, he was often expected there well before daybreak. Even on the occasions he was not, he was normally showered and dressed long before Nia had even taken her first sip of coffee.

Brainy cherished the slower mornings. Days when he could grant himself the small luxury of watching Nia as she slept – the first rays of sunlight that crept in through the curtains, igniting the edges of her dark hair with a fiery touch of auburn, deepening the serious furrow to her brow that often formed while she was locked so deeply in her dreams.

With a natural sleep cycle as regrettably limited compared to a Naltorian’s, Brainy often found himself watching her for hours after waking, holding her close when she inevitably rolled towards him, searching for his warmth when his unconscious mind escaped her.

Nia had once admitted that she never slept better than when he was right there at her side, and so that was exactly where he stayed, warding off her nightmares with mere proximity alone, ensuring her sleep went unburdened for as long as was required.

This morning, however, was slightly different. For he had been tasked with the exact opposite.

That night, Nia had made him promise to make sure she woke up on time. She had to be at CatCo a few hours earlier to get her article finished and on Kara’s desk before start of day. No special loopholes for being a close friend - or Super Friend for that matter - she was committed to getting the job done in the time that had been allotted, not a second later.

Brainy could respect her devotion to her job, though he’d begun to worry when Nia had stayed up halfway through the night to try and finish the assignment. By the time she’d fallen asleep, upright and against the headboard, he’d had to slip her laptop carefully out from under her lest she scramble what she’d written before tucking her properly into bed.

Brainy wasn’t surprised that her alarm elicited exactly zero response from her. In fact, Nia slept soundly throughout the obnoxious fire drill she’d set herself that night, blasting with the force of a DEO Kryptonite alarm from the tiny speakers. Brainy waved a hand towards her phone with a wince, turning off the offending sound with a single gesture.

He'd calculated Plan A at having a 0.02 likelihood for success anyway, which was why he was more than happy to serve as her contingency. Loud noises could rarely reach Nia in the dreamscape, though he had long-since learned what she was receptive to.

Brainy grinned as he rolled onto her side of the bed, careful not to jostle her. Nia’s brow quivered with a hint of lucidity, though it quickly smoothed over as her dream state reasserted itself. Brainy’s eyes tracked each minute expression fondly, simulating his next move.

With his previous success rate, it didn’t take long to devise.

Smiling, he pressed his lips against Nia’s forehead, breathing gentle kisses along her temple. Receiving no response, he continued, brushing his nose behind her ear, knocking a few stray locks of hair across her cheek.

Nia grimaced at first, curling tighter into her side, smothering a groan of protest into her pillow. Not to be deterred, Brainy continued his calculated pathway, running kisses along her jaw until he could feel her breath on his lips.

Nia whipped her head to the side, a little more forcefully than either of them anticipated, her lashes fluttering hard as she fought against the natural instinct to remain in the dreamscape. While she’d made some truly astounding strides in mastering her ability the last year, giving in totally to her powers did come with certain disadvantages – such as meeting a deadline for her day job.  

Fortunately, Brainy had found the perfect remedy. It wasn’t a concoction to be devised in a lab, nor a tool like her bracelets or wedding band. Instead, it was a gentle persuasion of the physical variety. The dragging motion of his lips and teeth tracking patterns on her skin, his breath interspersed in short hot puffs against her throat, activating her senses, teasing her nerves. Stimulus that, over time, was sure to rouse her from even her most stubborn dreams.

Eventually, Nia’s eyes held open and, when she smiled, Brainy’s heart soared.

He had learned early into their relationship that Nia favoured physical acts of affection. She relied on touch from those closest to her, something that Brainy was very happy to oblige. Truthfully, he hadn’t realised just how much he valued such acts himself until he’d made Nia’s acquaintance. The flutter of anticipation he’d experience every time her hand brushed his shoulder, or when she’d wrap him in a hug for something entirely mundane.

He hadn’t had much practice with those kinds of gestures back then, but over time he’d become inundated with them, learning not just to reciprocate, but to enjoy them as well. Since removing his inhibitors, he had discovered new and broader depths within himself, and with a greater capacity to connect with those emotions, he sought out affection more comfortably and confidently than ever before.

And so, when Nia reached for him, Brainy didn’t hesitate. He leant into her touch, pressing his cheek into the heel of her hand with a soft rumble in his chest. She grinned, cupping his face, her dark eyes shimmering, daze-like, as though she was still half-caught in a dream.

Brainy let her slowly trace the shape of his jaw, confirming her reality with every new stimulus, until her nails stopped at the corners of his lips. Brainy thrilled at that pinprick sensation, closing his eyes when her knuckles tucked beneath his chin, drawing him in towards her.

When they kissed, Nia’s hands continued to explore him, long fingers tracing electric pathways across the nape of his neck, down his spine, before hooking her thumbs into the elastic waist of his pyjama pants.

When they broke for breath, Nia laughed, nuzzling into Brainy’s throat. “Hey,” she croaked.

Brainy stroked the hair from her face, pressing another kiss against her scalp. “Good morning.”

Nia groaned at that. “Right. Morning.” She wrapped her arms firmer around him, arching upwards into the heat of his projectors. “What time is it?”

Her voice was barely a muffled vibration against his jaw. Brainy swallowed down a smile. “Five-thirty,” he announced. “Exactly as planned. I… took the liberty of disconnecting your alarm.”

A short laugh. Another puff of breath. She curled her hands back towards his chest, fitting into the shape of him. “Thanks.”

Brainy ducked his head, kissing her knuckles. “Coffee?”

“Please.”

Once they’d untangled themselves, Brainy headed out to the kitchen. He didn’t expect Nia to leave her blanket burrito behind until she’d been adequately caffeinated, and when he returned to the bedroom with a warm mug in tow, he found his estimation to be correct as always.

Nia lay in the exact position she’d been left in, one arm draped over her face, eyes half closed.

Brainy couldn’t help but smile. “Nia,” he said gently.

“Hm?”

The smell of coffee caught her attention at least. When Brainy sat, Nia lifted her head, pushing up from the mattress with considerable effort. Once she was upright and in no danger of toppling over, Brainy entrusted her with the mug. She held it close to her nose, breathing in the steam with a heavy-lidded stare.

Brainy stroked the hair from her face as she took her first sip, keeping any strays from falling into her mouth. It was only when he'd tucked them behind her ear that he noticed the sweaty tangles that held stiff to the back of her head.

He tried to hide the concern from his expression, though he couldn’t help but feel responsible. As much as he tried to serve as a barrier against her nightmares, a Naltorian’s visions could still prove quite intense, eliciting strong physical responses. While Brainy’s restorative cycle kept him locked in a singular position, Nia’s dream state left her body subject to all the stressors of the physical world.

Brainy inspected the knotting with a tactful side-eye, careful not to pull too hard. She must have tossed and turned one too many times in her sleep, leaving them to accumulate overnight.

He considered her current condition, still half asleep and leant reliantly into his side, before bunching some of her hair in his hand, kissing her shoulder where it had been left bare. “May I?” he murmured.

Nia’s eyes opened groggily, observing him through the vanity mirror on the closest wall. She took another sip of coffee, cringing when she felt the tangles for the first time, nodding her head.

Taking that as his cue, Brainy reached swiftly for the hairbrush on Nia’s bedside table. Kneeling behind her on the bed, he got to work, running his fingers first through her hair to separate the knotting, brushing from the base to avoid unnecessary tugging at the scalp. It was a methodical practice, one he had perfected long ago, and it wasn’t long before Nia relaxed totally into that rhythm, settling against his chest.

The buzz of his projectors kept her warm as he worked, restoring the silky texture to her hair as Nia sipped her coffee in silent contentment.

Married life, Brainy had come to learn, was something he excelled at. He enjoyed every moment, but especially the finer details captured in the mundane, manifesting even through the general chaos of their extra-normal lives. Running a brush through his wife’s hair, for example, and feeling her total trust in his ability to do so. Trust that had been earned with every shared experience, that they continued to build with each other every day.

Their promise to one another still held firm, bolstered by the union represented by each of their Legion rings. His love for her felt richer with every morning he woke up at her side, and knowing that there would be an infinite number of moments to follow filled him with utmost joy.

When he was finished, Nia looked up at him from her empty mug with a smile, the first spark of lucidity brightening her expression tenfold, and Brainy thought he might have fallen in love with her all over again.

Soon, they would have to part ways for the day ahead, but mornings like this would always be sacred to him.

He couldn’t wait for the next.

[hide-your-bugs-away]

London Haul!!! 🇬🇧🐾✨️

[becca4leafclover]

Ok so context. Hideaway is/was a social hub Minecraft server, kinda like Club Penguin, that existed for about a year in 2023-24. It made major impacts in the MC server scene- and then has had an ongoing onslaught of one internal issue after another and has Shrödinger's Minecraft server (in progress and dead until observed by an outside force) for about a year now.

I am not part of the Hideaway team, but I BASICALLY run the Discord thats been all but abandoned by anyone with staff role that wasnt removed during one of multiple team switches. Ive been answering the "what happened to the server?" Questions for the last 6 months, patiently explaining the history, correcting false information and genuinely just holding nice conversations with people who give the time of day to start one

(Spellbrook is a WIP server from the OG Hideaway team I'm also semi-active in but I'm not active pretty much every say for months doing a mods' job without the role)

I also play Wynncraft, and I also make Minecraft skins! So I saw this, applied, was clicking around doing casual research and...

Jumpscare

I dont like the idea of being percieved suddenly /hj

I already know I've been noticed for the Hideaway mess, the owners of Spellbrook have said so! But I knew one of them from OG Hideaway as well! What do you mean Salted of Wynncraft, co-founder and owner of one of the most popular and oldest servers in the space, all it takes is one look at a Discord to see me and recognize me as that person (and also applied to make Minecraft skins for Fruma!)

I know its doing me some benefits i think its just. AAAAAA PERCIEVED!!

My theory that everyone in MC creator spaces is within 3 circles of proximity to THE MCYTs continues to hold true though and I think thats really funny

[boatboys]

How does doing the books together work? I'm guessing or it looks like maybe roachpatrol writes them and splicketylit does most of the drawing and then rollerskatinglizard does the sales and posts and stuff? I want to write books some day and it seems like working with friends would make it easier, but how did you get some friends interested to help?? Did you think of a book and then go hey actually OOMF could help with that? Or was it something else? Thanks in advance!

Hm! I'll take this one point at a time I think, because there's a lot here.

RE: our roles, I think you're misapprehending the concept of "cowriters"! Which one of us has the energy and inspiration at any given time varies, but all three of us plot/brainstorm, write, and edit on all the books! We have strong points we tend to lean into--Skates is really great at the minutiae of publishing sites and advertising posts and compiling our rambling discussions into roadmaps, Roach comes up with world embroidery/texture/setbuilding details like it's his job, and on a good day I can turn outline into prose and check off edits at a pretty breakneck pace--but these books are our shared babies, and they wouldn't be the same books if any one of us hadn't been intimately involved in every step!

RE: establishing a cowriter situation, I can only speak for how we ended up cowriting; we were fandom friends first, playing with each other's OCs and ideas. Eventually someone broached the topic of "hey do you want to write an actual freestanding story about some of these goobers we've been making up?" and ever since we've been in a three-way discord chat, brainstorming our way forward as a group. :D

Addendum: Just to temper your expectations, I don't know that I would say that cowriting is "easier" than writing by yourself! It's easier in some ways--having other people to bounce ideas off of, being able to lean on your cowriters' strengths, etc--but it requires a LOT of trust both in your friendship and in your cowriters' skills, and even with both of those things there will still be friction! Multiple people all trying to create the perfect image of the pie-in-the-sky novel they're imagining are going to conflict sometimes, and resolving those moments can be hard on both the level of friendship AND of collaborating artists.

Roach compared it to gem fusion when I posted this in the group chat to discuss our thoughts, and I do have to corroborate that. Last time I started working on the next novel near one of my cowriters in person, we did glow and mesh into a huge sexy hottie with four arms. So you may want to be prepared for that, also. UoU

[savage-rhi]

A very deep magenta.

[iamthemaestro]

I hate society’s arbitrary assumption that People Of The Opposite Sex Cannot Possibly Ever Live Together Unless They Are Married And/Or In A Relationship

[babymorte]

since the move might be happening sooner than expected im looking at different city options in case plans fall through and i have to go to a more affordable city until i can save up to move to the dream destination and honestly cape disappointment sounds perfect

[pensivespacepirate]

it feels like the whole purpose of venom 3 is to kill off venom what the fuck

[shewhoeatssand]

I want to befriend Kaneki and meet with him and email him forever

[daisywords]

long distance relationship would be so much easier if most of the rest of my relationships weren't also long distance