#thaddeus dare

[glitter-alienz]

Child celebrities then vs now

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

June 2020 --> Nov 2023

[jellyfishjuliet]

thad be like ‘how DARE he be blessed by the narrative when it is I, thaddeus thawne, who should be blessed by the narrative”

[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus headcanon ABC

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A - Artistic: Thaddeus has a surprising talent for sketching, often expressing his emotions through intricate drawings that he keeps to himself. He actually keeps a little sketchbook in his pocket. It's one of the many little secrets he has.

B - Bold: Thaddeus doesn’t shy away from making his intentions clear. If he’s attracted to you, he won’t waste time playing games. His confidence is magnetic, and he knows how to make you feel like the center of his world with just a look or a playful, suggestive remark.

C - Charming: Despite his rough edges, Thaddeus has a certain charm that makes him hard to dislike, especially when he’s being sarcastic or playful. He knows for a fact how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. He knows how to work a room and isn’t afraid to show a little bit of his more playful, daring side.

D - Deep Thinker: Beneath his tough exterior, Thaddeus often reflects on life’s deeper meanings and struggles, though he rarely shares these thoughts with others. He has a tendency to overthink people’s actions and words due to his tough past.

E - Empath: He may not show it outwardly, but Thaddeus cares deeply about those close to him and can be surprisingly empathetic when they’re in need.

F - Funny Durian: Thaddeus loves to make people laugh, but his jokes tend to be a bit sharp or dark, matching his more cynical side. His teasing can range from sweet to sarcastic, but it’s always done in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to keep things lighthearted, even when things are a little serious.

G - Glutton: Thaddeus loves candy. When he feels sad, he eats a bunch of sweet treats. His favorite candy is Tanghulu (that's a fact ATP XD), a Chinese fruit skewer coated in a clear, hardened sugar syrup.

H - Heated: When things get heated, whether it’s a heated argument or a more intimate encounter, Thaddeus dives in fully. There’s no holding back when he’s in the mood; he gives everything with a fervor that makes every touch feel even more electrifying.

I - Independent: Thaddeus values his independence and often pushes away help, preferring to handle things on his own. He looks for people who think with their own heads and are independent as well.

J - Jealousy: Thaddeus’s jealousy manifests in a darker, possessive way. While he usually maintains control, when he feels threatened, he becomes extremely territorial. Thaddeus doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, and his jealousy can turn into a quiet, smoldering rage that he keeps hidden, biding its time until the right moment to strike.

K - Kindness in Disguise: Beneath his rough exterior, Thaddeus is capable of great kindness, though it’s often hidden under layers of sarcasm or gruffness.

L - Loyal: Once someone earns Thaddeus’s trust, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to protect them. He would even go out of his way to protect and cherish them.

M - Mysterious: Thaddeus often keeps things about himself shrouded in mystery, leaving others to guess his true feelings or intentions. He finds it difficult to let people into his heart and mind.

N - NSFW: Thaddeus has a playful side to him, especially when he’s feeling mischievous. He knows just how to make you blush with barely more than a few words. Whether it’s the way he whispers something naughty or the way his hands linger just a little too long, he knows how to stir up desire and leave you craving more.

O - Observant: Thaddeus is highly observant, catching details that others might overlook. It makes him excellent at reading people. He pays a lot of attention to details, even if they seem small and insignificant.

P - Protective: He’s incredibly protective of those he cares about, even if it means putting himself in harm's way. He goes to extreme lengths to protect those he loves, even if it means doing things that appear twisted or questionable in nature. When he’s really into someone, he has this way of holding you close, as if he doesn't want to let you go, and he’s not shy about it.

Q - Quick-Witted: Thaddeus is quick on his feet with sharp comebacks and clever remarks, often using humor to deflect from uncomfortable situations.

R - Rebellious: Thaddeus doesn’t like being told what to do and often goes against authority or societal expectations just for the sake of it.

S - Sexy Time: There’s a roughness to Thaddeus, a raw intensity that makes everything about him feel a little more dangerous. That, makes him sexy. This is part of his appeal—it makes him seem unpredictable, like you never quite know what he’ll do next, which is both thrilling and alluring. His physical appearance obviously plays a big part.

T - Touch Starved: Thaddeus may have difficulty sharing his emotions and feelings, but he loves physical contact, especially when in a relationship. He would find any excuse to touch them and have them close to him. He likes the feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers. He may, from time to time, appear clingy, but that's only because he's deeply devoted to you. Thaddeus is surprisingly affectionate in his own way, though it’s often more intense and possessive than soft.

U - Unpredictable: You never quite know what Thaddeus will do next, which makes him both exciting and difficult to deal with. He's an adventurer at heart, always looking for new challenges and to explore new horizons.

V - Vengeful: When wronged, Thaddeus has a tendency to seek revenge, especially if someone has hurt those he cares about.

W - Wounded: Thaddeus carries old emotional scars, and they occasionally bubble to the surface, making him act out in ways that confuse others. That's why he often isolates himself and finds it difficult to open up and make true friends.

X - X-rated: Thaddeus has a secretive, sultry side that he rarely lets anyone see. When he's feeling particularly confident or drawn to someone, he becomes a master of subtle flirtation—using his words, his gaze, and his body language to send messages that are anything but innocent. His charm can be dangerously persuasive, and though he keeps this side of him tightly under wraps, when it comes out, it’s intense, often leaving people both intrigued and a little flustered. He’s fully aware of his effect on others, but he enjoys the control it gives him, knowing he can get under someone’s skin without ever saying a word.

Y - Yearning for Something More: Thaddeus secretly longs for a deeper connection with others, but he’s too proud or afraid to admit it. In romance, he looks for a long-lasting relationship where trust and loyalty are mutual and unconditional.

Z - Zoning Out: Thaddeus has a tendency to zone out when he’s deep in thought or processing his emotions, especially when he's feeling overwhelmed or conflicted. During these moments, he can become incredibly distant and unresponsive to those around him, sometimes losing track of time.

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[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM DIALOGUE DRAFT #73

*Harry & Ted playing 2 truths and a lie with Tom & Knights of Walpurgis*

Harry: It’s my turn again? Ok Umm…I didn’t learn how to swim until I was eleven, I’ve never been to South America, and I’m an unregistered animagus.

Ignotus Avery (frustrated): Bloody hell! Why are these so difficult?! I believe all of these!

Harry: How are they difficult?

Alyxander Mulciber: After hearing you out raced a dragon on a broomstick anything goes at this point.

Lyra Burke: Oh, I do believe you are an animagus! That would make so much sense, wouldn’t it? How else are you able to slip away so often without being noticed? What’s your form?

Abraxas Malfoy: That’s not part of the game, Lyra.

Lyra: New game! Let’s try and guess Evans’ animagus form, every wrong guess you have to drink but if we get it right Evans has to down the rest of the bottle! And we get to ask you questions!

Harry: Alright, sure.

Lyra: Is it aquatic, amphibious, reptilian, or mammal?

Harry: None of the above. Drink.

Druella Roiser: Avian?

Harry: No, though it can fly. Drink.

Thaddeus Nott: Is it an insect?

*Harry nods*

Theodore (stunned disbelief): It’s a bloody cockroach, isn’t it?

*Harry passes bottle to Theodore*

Harry: Drink up, Ted.

-3 bottles & a half of Fire whiskey later-

Abraxas: -hic-I’m telling’ ya, he’s gotta be a blue morpho-hic- I’m a thousand present positive of it-hic

Walburga Black: Shhh, please! I insist that he’s lying. He’s a liar, Abraxas, he’s been lying about the whole thing tryin’ ta get us-hic-smashed. He’s got it written on his hand 🤚

Lyra: I think-hic- if I was a animagus I’d like to be a butterfly 🦋. It-hic-reminds of the Taoist philosopher Zhuangzi—

Harry (still mostly sober): Are you not going to guess, Riddle?

Tom: Oh, I wouldn’t dare presume.

Harry: That’s no fun. C’mon, don’t be a chicken.

Tom (unable to ignore the challenge): Fine, Evans. Let me think about it… An insect that can fly, it’s blue, is found commonly in gardens, but is not native to the British isles. Is it bigger or smaller than a knut?

Harry: Smaller.

Tom: And what country is it native to?

Harry: Australia.

Tom: What does it eat?

Harry: Mostly aphids.

Tom: Then it’s a pest controller…

Harry: Give up?

Tom: Do you? If I get it right you’ll have to down half a bottle of Fire whiskey in one go, Evans.

Harry: I don’t think you’ll get it right. You’d never guess it.

Tom: How about a wager, Evans, between just you and I? I get it wrong and I’ll write one of your essays for you, any subject, any length…

Harry: I’m listening.

Tom: But if I get it right, I get a kiss. Right here (taps lips)

Harry (laughing): You know what, fine. Sure Riddle. If you think you can guess it without asking another question.

*Tom whispers his answer in Harry’s ear & its right.*

Harry:

Oh shit!

[aloneatpeace]

Fall of Empire

MAID '7'

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →.- this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. Sorry it's short chapter guys

Your heart beats anxiously, griping the apron that hug around your waist, the clothes fit you well. Emma guides you through the halls of palace. “We can start with mopping the ballroom” she quietly says glancing back at you while walking.

You nod seeing that she is speaking quietly almost faintly that you are afraid your voice would only come out as loud and disturb the peace atmosphere. The ballroom stands empty, silent and still. The polished the hardwood floor and high, painted celling reflect the flickering glow of the chandlers overhead. Tall windows set into one wall overlook the guidance, while ornate doorways on each side of the room lead to other parts of the palace.

Emma hands you a rag and bucket of water and instruct you to starts with the door you two quietly starts working, scrabbing the door to the floor there was no exchanges of words between the two of you as you both worked. 

Hoseok stands in between jungkook and jimin waiting for yoongi to show up, they had huddled together outside the palace near to the stable.

“Hoseok how are you with swords?”

Hoseok thinks for a moment if he become a he would not have access to the palace where you are, who would even allow a stable boy enter the palace. If he become a knight like his new friends then he can enter the palace with no difficulties even if he would a low rank the possibility would be higher to if he become a knight.

“I do well” he decided

Jimin raise his eyebrow at the male who clearly laying but says nothing jungkook beams “That great, you can even train with us”

Hoseok nod and his eyes finds yoongi walking towards them “Yeah, yoongi I want to become a knight” he states without any hesitation the other knights look dumb found at the male who freely called the commanders son’s name without any fear, no one had dared to addresses by his name it always Sir yoongi, or Sir Min yoongi.

They were expecting yoongi to glare at man but they were surprised when yoongi merely just nodded. the selection for knights and stable boys done relatively quickly. The sun had long set; the moon slowly rise in the sky hiding behind the clouds. The three knights had taken hoseok to where they reside the youngest one said that he could stay with them and hoseok found no reason to deny the request, hoseok and the new knights are instructed to starts training early morning under one of their supervisions.

Thaddeus Theron knuckle softly knocks against the door of king’s study quarter, the door opens by one of the servants who bow and move out the way Theron enter the room before motioning the servant to leave with a flick of his wrist.

The king sits on his chair looking out of the large to the sky “is everything in order for their arrival”

“Yes, my king” Theron answers “You seem troubled my king”

The king nod “I am afraid they remember what happened maybe he does” his voice came out Shakey

Theron understanding what the king refers walks towards the king “burden not my king, its was years ago its impossible for them to know, the emissary informed that princes are oblivious as ever. And even if they come to know, they do not hold the power to compete against you”

“I am getting not any young, Thaddeus. The throne belongs to one of them”

Theron nod “But that does not mean we cannot control them, what we need to pass the throne my king not the power”

 “Keep everything in control as well” the king adds

“Certainly, my king” 

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Not how it was supposed to happen | Bart Allen x reader

When Inertia notices Impulse hanging out with a certain hero, he decides to ruin Barts day.

a/n: this isn’t requested, but I will take requests for any of the young justice and dc sidekicks. This is my first work so be patient cause I’m bad at spelling lol.

warnings: angst, cursing. I low key really hate this tbh

You couldn’t believe yourself, you let deathstroke get away. You had him right there, but than you let down your guard and he overpowered you.

You tired typing up the report but you were hitting the keys so hard and you were getting frustrated with having to write out your failure.

“Hey Bart!” You called across the cave. He quickly sped over to you, standing by your side.

“Yes!” He said louder than he meant to. “Mhm- I mean yes?”

“I was wondering if you could write the report to Red Tornado tonight? I’m so tired I could faint.

A smile spread across his face “absolutely! Go rest, you did great today.”

“Thanks, but I really didn’t. I let him get away.” You sigh defeatedly.

“It’s not your fault, You were the only one to catch up to him and almost got him, he just slipped away. We’ll get him next time.” He smiled but as he saw your frown not going away he stopped. His words clearly weren’t working.

“yeah sure. See you later.” You said as you walked to the Zeta tube. Bart watched with a sad expression as you disappeared back to your city. He sighed and started on the report.

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Thaddeus was so jealous of Bart.

How dare he get praise from the city of Central city. How dare he get to be the hero. How dare he get the girl.

Inertia decided enough was enough. No more happiness for Impulse.

Inertia had a simple plan. Follow you home, break through the window and knock you out, take you back to the lair. And Inertia succeeded with flying colors.

You were asleep, or knocked out really. Thaddeus stared at your face, as he remembered the first time he had saw you.

He was watching the young justice team, as he his mentor usually sent him to do, when he caught sight of you. He thought you were pretty of course and your ability to hold your own in a fight made you even more attractive. But when He caught sight of Barts blush as you spoke to him, as he basically vibrated with excitement as he talked to you, Inertia know he had to have you.

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You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You were strapped by your wrists to a bed, surrounded by overkill high tech equipment. You glanced to your right to see Inertia standing over you with a shit eating grin.

“Well good morning gorgeous.” He said as he leaned down to plant a kiss to your forehead, you tried to lean away but was trapped by the ropes around your wrists and ankles. You felt so exposed, tied up with no weapon and your middle completely exposed, you had your suit on of course but nothing to protect yourself with. You felt useless. You tried to move your leg but was met with excruciating pain. You looked down to see your leg swollen and purple.

Way past broken.

“What do you want with me?” You bite back. Inertia lets out a laugh.

“Nothing with you, just with Impulse. To keep him away from you, it will drive him mad. He’d do anything to keep you safe.” He said as he sped over to a computer.

“ I mean anyone on the team would probably do the same thing. I would do that for them too.” You replied, really confused.

“Yes of course.” Inertia replied sarcastically. “You guys have that power of friendship shit.”

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t intimidated by Inertia, but you were worried for what he had in store for Bart. Inertia went out of his way to make Barts world a living hell. All of the reverse flashes did, but Inertia seemed extra spiteful to the young speedster.

“No, Impulse has a certain fondness for you, why? I can’t even imagine, but he cares for you. He couldn’t have made it more obvious. He follows you around on the field like a lost puppy.” Inertia spits, as if Barts crush on you made him sick.

You can’t say that you didn’t notice Barts clear interest in you. He practically vibrates through the floor when he speaks to you. He blushes when ever you hug or pat him on the back after a mission. Cassie had even pointed it out a few times. Anita and Cissie have a bet going about when he’ll have the courage to confess his feelings.

You wouldn’t say you didn’t harbor a crush towards the future boy as well. You were just much better at hiding it. You found his goofiness endearing and his jokes never failed to make you laugh.

but the line of work you two choose makes dating complicated. When feelings are involved it can mess up the whole team on the field. This is a prime example.

“What are you going to do with him?” You asked as you struggle against your restraints. You click you wrists together three times, sending out a distress signal to the cave.

“I’m going to stop Impulse once and for all. Nothing is going to get I’m my way now.” He loaded up a weird looking gun with a large bullet. Tranquilizer gun.

shit

You knew the whole team would be on their way soon. You had faith in them. But the doubt in your mind clouded your thoughts. You must have looked scared because inertia turned and smiled wickedly at your struggling body.

“Oh you know this gun? Hmm well then you won’t mind me testing it out on you.” He smiled before shooting it right into your leg.

You yelped as it hit your thigh and and struggled as the effects kicked in. You wrestled with the restraints until you couldn’t any longer. You laid there, still. Useless.

“Oh and about that little distress signal you just sent out. You’re not slick, and we wanted you to do that. How else would we lower him here?” He smiled sadistically.

you watched him walk away not able to move to go after him. Not able to fight to help save your friends.

Tears filled your eyes as you slowly passed out.

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Bart was running as fast as he could through the hallways, Cassie and Kon on his tail. He needed to save you. He should have known that Inertia would have caught on to his crush eventually. This was all his fault, If he had just kept the flirting on the field to a minimum you wouldn’t be here right now. Cassie was about ready to kill inertia, how dare he kidnap her best friend.

Bart ran through the last hallway beefier turning left. He ran up to inertia and grabbed his collar. “Where is she!” He yelled in the blondes face.

Inertia giggled a sinister little giggle before the sound of a gun clicking startled Bart. He looked down to see a tranquilizer bullet sticking out of his stomach. With all his strength he punch Inertia in the face as hard as he could and continue to scream in his face as he hit him, demanding him to give up your location.

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Wonder girl found Impulse struggling to crawl towards a metal door, weakly pointing to it with and mumbling. He was drooling on the floor before he collapsed. She looked next to him to see Inertia unconscious, with a bloody swollen face.

With Impulses heightened metabolism, he should snap out of it any moment now. Jon took care of Inertia, sending him on his way to bele reve, while Cassie took the liberty of busting down the metal door and grabbing you.

Back at the cave, Bart was up running around while Red Tornado addressed the damage cause to you.

Bart couldn’t take the thought of you being alone with Thaddeus Thawne and what he could have done to you.

Res Tornado returned from out of your room, the whole team waiting outside.

“Is she ok?” Bart asks worried.

“Her leg is in critical condition, she will live.” His said in his monotone voice. “She needs rest but she wants to speak to everyone. I suggest only one person before she goes to sleep, the rest of you can catch up in the morning.”

red tornado walked away and back to his room. Bart looked around at the group. “Could I speak to her first? I just want to make sure she’s ok.” The group agreed even when Cassie was a little hesitant.

Bart walked into the room seeing you lying on the bed with your led wrapped up and elevated. You poke your head up at the noise and smiled at Bart.

“Thank God you’re ok!” Bart said as he sped to the side of your bed.

“I could say the same thing.” You said as he returns your smile.

“Look Y/N, I’m so sorry about Inertia. He’s cruel and mean and was trying to use you to get to me, I’msosorrythatilutyouinthatpostionsifanythinghadhappenedtoyouidontknowwhatiwoulddowithmyself.”

“Bart! Slow down I can’t understand you when you talk like that.” You laughed lightly.

“what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry.” He sighed.

“Bart you didn’t do this to me. Inertia did, you’re not responsible for him.” You said as you looked him in his golden eyes.

“but if I had just not made my crush so obvious he wouldn’t have-“ Bart stopped realizing what he had just said.

“Your crush on me?” You asked with a playful smirk, as Barts cheeks colored.

“well umm..yes I have a crush on you.” Bart said as he hid his face in his hands.

you laughed and pulled his hands away from his face, holding them in your own.

“I like you too Bart. And it’s not your fault.” You said looking him deep in the eyes.

“you do?” He asked hopeful.

“yes.” You replied. He leaned forward and kissed your hand.

“well than, I guess it’s time I ask you on an official date. Is Tacos ok?” He asked

“absolutely.” You giggled as your eyes grew heavy from the sheer weight of today.

“I’ll see you later then, good night Y/N.” He said as he kissed your forehead

“good night, my hero.” You said as he’s cheeks turned and even darker shade of red.

He rushed out of your room once he was sure you were asleep. He ran through the cave to the living room and tackled kon into a hug.

“I take it she said yes then?” Kim asks having heard the whole thing with his super hearing. Bart ran around the room vibrating through the walls as Anita handed a crisp $20 bill to a laughing Cissie.

[briannysey]

On Titles, Transitions, and Transubstantiations

Anesidora being like and opposite to Thaddeus in that Anesidora means "One who sends up gifts" as if to the divine and Thaddeus means "gift from the divine" in the way that a woman is like and opposite to a man. Anesidora as agency, as to be the one who gives and not the one who is given. Anesidora as another name for Pandora and Gaia and Demeter, but most especially Pandora. Anesidora as in a woman who is molded from clay and man into woman. Anesidora as someone who is seen as bringing doom and destruction by her nature, by daring to open the pithos, by being a woman. Anesidora as a name and a story that wells up out of history, uninterpretable, endlessly reinterpreted. Anesidora as in we have always been here, as in we always will be here. Anesidora as in transition is apotheosis. Anesidora as in she who held on to hope. Anesidora as in my name.

[theballadofthesunandthestars]

Really loved chapters 1-3. I know you don’t want to give any spoilers but will there be other songs sung by Will like Lucy Gray did in tbosbas? If so, what songs/artists are you thinking? Also, since no character is safe, can you give us a list of the tributes and the mentor assigned in this fic? Just to keep track of in case and also, who got killed last chapter?!?!

Hello! Thank you so much for your ask!

Yes, Will is going to have a ton more songs! His relationship with music will be expanded on in following chapters, and more songs will be added. I have a list, and I don't know if every song on that list will make it into the fic, but the main two artists are Brandi Carlile and The Crane Wives.

I gotchu on Districts! Not every Tribute has a Percy Jackson character equivalent, and not every mentor matters. But here ya go!

District 1

Mentor: Octavian

Luke Castellan

Clarrise La Rue

District 2

Mentor: Ethan Nakamura

Jason Grace

Piper McClean

District 3

Mentor: Lityersis

Leo Valdez

Rachel Dare

District 4

Mentor: Bianca di Angelo

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson

District 5

Mentor: Britomartis

Deceased

Charles Beckendorf

District 6

All OC's

District 7

Mentor: Commodus

Selena Beauregard

Travis Stoll

District 8

Mentor: Thaddeus (OC)

Deceased

Boy Tribute (OC)

District 9

Mentor: OC

Calypso

Boy Tribute (OC)

District 10

Mentor: OC

Daphne

Hyacinthus

District 11

All OC's

District 12

Mentor: Nico di Angelo

Reyna Arellano

Will Solace

That's the stats from the end of chapter 3, meaning 22 tributes remain!

[nightmare-knight]

Acmetropolis fue construida encima de continentes hundidos bajo agua

Acmetropolis es la megaciudad en lo que sucede casi toda la trama de la primera temporada (y parte de la segunda) de Loonatics Unleashed. Si pueden observar en la siguiente imagen, esta ciudad abarca todo el planeta, siendo una especie de megametropolis que terminó unificando al mundo entero.

Sin embargo, tambien se nota cosas que no tienen sentido en este mundo. Los continentes no coinciden con la configuración normal de la tierra, el planeta es demasiado esferico y los polos no se encuentran presentes.

Si vemos la ciudad más de cerca, podemos notar que el cielo no se puede ver por las densas nubes de smog.

Con respecto a la presencia de Smog en el ambiente, siendo parte del día a día, es muy probable que conocer el clima y las condiciones atmosfericas sean de vida o muerte. En nuestra realidad, principalmente en el continente asiatico, las aplicaciones de clima indican tambien la cantidad de smog y cuando es peligroso salir a la calle a respirarlo.

Eso explicaría porque personajes como Misty Breeze, con la función de predecir el clima o el estado del ambiente, sean tan relevantes en esta sociedad. La lluvia ácida y el smog, es muy peligrosa para la salud de las personas, por lo tanto, predecir cuando afectaran a la ciudad es sumamente importante.

Mi teoria al respecto, es que por su claro problema de contaminación y consecuencias del calentamientos global, los polos y todos los glaciares, se han terminado de derretir, haciendo que el nivel del agua suba.

Al subir tanto el nivel del mar, y para evitar perder superficie terrestre, la compañía Acme, causante de este desastre (Futura teoría sobre la energía en Acmetropolis), mientras los polos comenzaron a derretirse, comenzarón a construir por encima de la ciudad, configurando el mundo de manera diferente a la que estaba y unificando el mundo en una sola metropolis.

La evidencia la tenemos en el capitulo Going Underground, si se dan cuenta, Tech tuvo que construir un super taladro para poder llegar a la parte subterranea, y tardando demasiado en llegar, ya que varias capas separan la ciudad nueva de la vieja:

Y la parte subterranea es tan amplia, que el mismo doctor Thaddeus Dare, pudo llevar toda la ciudad hasta esta, hundiendo todo y lavantando una montaña de piedra en su lugar.

Hay otras evidencias que traeré en mi próxima publicación de teorias, relacionadas con el episodio Acmegeddon, donde descubrimos que Zadavia se ocultaba en las profundidas del oceano, porque literalmente ahora es mucho más profundo que nuestro mundo.

¡Nos vemos pronto!

[multifandomsofficial]

Hello, could you please do a Headcannon of how the disciples would react if they found out their wife (the reader) was self harming (cutting herself)? Thanks 😊

Trauma dumping time (again, bare with me): I have no idea why I feel comfortable doing this, especially as someone who has done SH, but it's easier for me to write about. I changed the request, since I have two, to be more of like, when/how they find out about it.

Name: What's that?

Parring: Ten disciples (Thomas and Peter not included) x wife!reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: MAJOR READER WARNING ⚠ DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM OR ELEMENTS OF SELF HARM (blood, cuts, etc), reader is sorta different depending on the disciple, uses of you/your

Type: Headcannon

PART TWO

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Judas: His eyes widen when he sees the scars on your forearm, and he practically falls to his knees. Why? How? How dare he let this happen! How could he let this happen? What was wrong with him? Judas could slap himself, or throw something, or hug you. Hugging you sounded great right now.

Nathaniel: Was watching you change (this man doesn't know modesty or personal space) when he noticed it. The scars on your leg, way too uniform and perfect to be an accident. How could he have missed that? He feels like slapping himself from how obvious it is! Sure, they may be small....but there's a reason you did it, and he hopes it wasn't because of him, but hope can only get him so far.

Matthew: Literally no thoughts. Literally so confused when he first sees it. Something in him tried to ignore the guilty feeling he had of knowing what it was, but he couldn't help but be in denial. He wanted, no - needed - you to confirm or deny what it actually was.

Big James: Feels like he's dying, or dreaming, or both. He hopes it's both. But, as he clenches his fist, he realizes: this is happening. He's actually going to have to talk to you about this. Maybe Jesus could talk to you instead? But, he knew Jesus would tell him to talk to you instead. You're married after all.

Little James: He's cut before, but not in a million years did he ever think he'd find any scars on you. Not just scars, but fresh ones. Was this his fault? Did he give you the idea? He felt like burying himself in a hole as what ifs and doubts flooded in his mind.

Simon Z: He was lying awake, unable to sleep. He was on edge and didn't know why. You were on edge all day, too, and he was racking his brain trying to figure out why. His calloused hands subconsciously stroked your arm, when he felt something new under his finger tips. His hand slowed to a stop over the spot, knowing what it was just by a touch. It's new.

Andrew: 'This is all my fault.' That's the only thing going through Andrew's mind. How could he be so stupid? How could he not tell? And you'd tell him everything, but why did you hold this back?! He just stared at your shoulder for a second, and a small, strangled sound came out of his throat, before he choked out: "What's that?"

Philip: Stares at it for a few seconds, before his gentle eyes go to yours. It's fresh. Too fresh. He knows you've dealt with it in the past, but....you claimed it was months, maybe years, ago. Tries so hard to not cry, letting you start to ramble about everything. About why you started again. It wasn't him....was it? He hoped not.

Thaddeus: He was watching you pull your hair back and under your head covering, making your sleeve move enough for him to see your wrist a little more. There were so many, and it felt like he just got a bucket of cold water thrown on him. He just stared at your wrist, noticing how it didn't end there and went up your arm. He tried, he really tried, to put on a straight face so you wouldn't know he knows.

John: First thing he notices are some scars on your wrist, but doesn't think much of it. You're a fan of animals, so that's what he thought. An animal scratched you. But once he held your hand, his thumb barely grazed one of the scars. This felt different. It took a little bit before the dots connected, and he looks at you with the most horrified look ever. You both know that he knows, but he never goes right out and says he knows.

[abarbaricyalp]

Something to Hold Onto

Rated E // 3.3k words // AO3 // y'all all got thirsty over SebStan's long hair, so I figured Sam would do the same with Bucky

It had been months since Sam had seen Bucky. Other than the occasional text, or the ever aggravating and endearing note left in their kitchen, they'd barely even spoken since the world's bitchiest woman with way too many names showed up in the middle of a late breakfast with a pardon-dependent order for Bucky to work for her.

Sam tried to investigate on his own, but it’s not like he had much time. Despite both of them working out of DC, getting orders from the same organizations, Sam felt like every attempt to get more information on the so-called 'Thunderbolts' had been met with a brick wall. It has something to do with Thaddeus Ross, was the only full sentence anyone would say. Information which made the name even more irritating.

It also made Sam's stomach turn over in knots. Because Bucky under Ross' thumb, Ross with that thumb over a button that could yank Bucky's pardon away, was asking for trouble. Sam didn't like Ross. Steve hadn't liked Ross. So Bucky obviously didn't like him either. And Ross couldn't be trusted with the command of a soldier like Bucky. Sam was sure Ross referred to him as the Winter Soldier still. That’s all he’d want out of Bucky.

Bucky's notes were as lively as Sam could hope for. He left flowers now and then. There  were grease stains in the pattern of Bucky's long fingers once. No blood. And his texts were coherent and neat. Sam knew from experience that Bucky’s words got shorter and more unintelligible if he was hurt or upset.

Still, Sam was supremely jealous that maybe Bucky got to see him on TV. Captain America had to give interviews and everyone filmed daring rescues and gossip shows talked about every picture of him. Sam, on the other hand, was working with nothing. He rarely even knew where Bucky was–the only hint ever being how he signed off a letter or a text in a different language. And that was usually after the fact. 

Sam was worried. And he was angry. But he was also pouting. Below all the big, intense superhero things, when he stripped away the bureaucratic bullshit and removed the danger of this kind of arrangement, at the end of it all, he just desperately missed his partner. He hated living in a house alone. He hated not being in the house when he had to be in DC. He wanted Bucky's opinions on reforming the Avengers and he really wanted his help training and wrangling a bunch of teenagers who suddenly came out of the woodwork with powers. He didn't want to be cooking for one again. He missed being able to talk about TV with someone. His heart broke when the boys asked where Bucky was and even Sarah had started to shoot him worried glances when she thought he couldn't see.

It was a lot to deal with. And he knew he was being a pain at this gala event because he could feel frown lines digging in around his mouth and no one had asked for a picture in an hour. To be fair to himself, the woman with sixteen names was here and there was really no saving his mood after seeing her. Thankfully, she hadn't tried to talk to him this time. The last time they ran into each other, she had grabbed his bicep while saying something undercutting and mean and he had genuinely sneered at her. Sam Wilson didn't sneer. He could count the other times he had on one hand, and probably none of them involved people. But he couldn't help it around her.

The event was something to do with the formation of a new organization that was supposed to help young powered individuals. Something had shifted in the world in the last ten years, between everything ending and then coming back. Homo-Superior became a phrase Sam had to learn. Aliens co-existed (and co-populated) with humans. Multiverses. Every day, there seemed to be new fallout from old battles. Kids who trained themselves, kids who were exposed to some material that affected them, kids who picked up artifacts they shouldn't have. Half of the new semi-Avengers weren't even out of college. Or younger.

Pepper had been part of this, so Sam trusted it. He and Stark didn't see eye to eye often, but Pepper had honored Stark's memory and legacy in a way that surpassed what was already there. He kept a wary eye on alphabet soup officials, but no one particularly bad, aside from the obvious, seemed to be around.

There were other heroes. Faces Sam recognized and friends he missed. Barton was around and Sam had almost melted in relief to see him. Pepper, of course. A few others he recognized from the news but hadn't met yet. He had been introduced to a few at the beginning of the evening but the trend had trickled off as the night wore on and heroes lost their handlers. Funny how, even at something like this, people wanted heroes controlled. 

It wasn't until he saw Belova that something finally clicked in his brain. The woman with 64 names wouldn't just be here by herself. She took her new menagerie with her everywhere. Sam just about spun on his heel to figure out where Belova had come from and found the rest of her team standing a little awkwardly by the door. Except for the one who wasn't.

Bucky was striding after Belova, calling after her under his breath. Sam couldn't hear him but he knew exactly what he sounded like–the quiet, irritated hiss of his words, the way he'd press his lips together and clench his jaw. Sam had been on the other side of it often.

He looked good. Actually, he looked amazing. He'd filled out again and was wearing a suit Sam had never seen. It fit him snugly and clung to all the new-old muscles of his legs and his chest and his arms and his ass. At first, Sam thought the suit was black but then Bucky stepped under a sconce and Sam realized it was a dark burgundy velvet with black silk lapels. He was wearing a black turtleneck under it, which he kept yanking away from his throat. Which, yeah. Sam wasn't sure who dressed him, but Bucky hated most things touching his neck. But, damn if it wasn't a pretty look. His beard had come in, full and kempt. And his hair.

Sam liked the short hair. It made Bucky look boyish and charming, took off decades worth of suffering. And it had been a whole part of him regaining his own autonomy and getting used to his reflection again. It was clean and fluffy and it curled on the really humid days. Sam's fingers fit right into it short. There was always a little downy at the base of his neck that, when Sam played with it, could put Bucky right out like warm milk.

His hair was not short right now. It was long enough that he had it wrapped in a neat bun on the back of his head. Pieces fluttered around his face, which seemed to be aggravating him as much as the turtleneck. He didn't have a bunch of product in it–a miracle, honestly–and Sam just wanted to put his fingers through it. Pull out the ponytail holder and massage away the tension of having it tied back.

Bucky caught Belova’s wrist and she barely even reacted. She just gestured across the room and Sam watched Bucky’s eyes snap up towards him. It felt like a physical crash when their gazes met and Sam watched Bucky forget about keeping Belova in line–as if that was possible–in favor of crossing the room towards Sam. Sam had prepared himself for a real collision, but Bucky came up short just before his hands could land on Sam’s waist.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in a far softer way than Sam was expecting.

“Man, I should be asking you that. Where have you been?” Sam asked. He had less self control than Bucky, and he reached for Bucky’s suit coat to drag him closer. At that point, Bucky broke too and wrapped Sam so tightly in his arms, Sam actually lost breath. Still, he just pressed his face against Bucky’s shoulder, pressed his cheek against the coolness of the metal that was coming through his suit. “God, I’ve missed you,” he sighed.

“Not the way I’ve missed you,” Bucky answered and held him tighter. He put his face against the top of Sam’s head, took a deep breath that tickled Sam’s scalp, and just stood there. “Do you know how hard it is to know exactly where you are but not be able to go to you?”

The words sent a deeply possessive, needy shiver through Sam. “We’re both here now,” he breathed. He found Bucky’s elbows, stepped away just enough to hold onto him. “Come on, let’s make the most of it before one of us has to disappear again.”

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[novemindie]

continued from here for @bloodrodeo

Trent jolts back slightly, flashing his hands in surrender, lips still half-puckered and tingly while Thad gets his bearings. He's well-versed in wanting to take it slow talks. But then a grin splits at his mouth automatically, brows jump, and a laugh he can't reel back is barked out. "You wanna get married, baby?" Trent suggests, tilting his head. But then Thad keeps talking, and his smile slowly uncurls itself to something flat. "Oh. Oh shit, you're serious." Trent always has something to say, but Thad's got him speechless. Doesn't help much that he's got a hard on. "You're not punking me right?" He doesn't know why he's so shocked, after all, they did meet in church.

thaddeus was a bit disappointed at trent's reaction and stepped back. he too was excited, visibly so - but that didn't mean he wanted to act on it. kissing with a man like this, daring to do that, had already taken a lot of soul searching. getting here had been a journey but thaddeus felt laughed at now. "i am not punking you." he simply stated. "i don't believe in sex before marriage. not with a woman and not with a man." he slowly said. "i... i guess that's a problem for you." he said, already trying to brace for disappointment and rejection.

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Thaddeus | A Necessary Nudge | Romantic

Thaddeus rather keeps his feelings for you to himself, until Jesus sits with him to explain that he shouldn’t deny his chance for love despite the ministry always coming first.

Thaddeus’ heart flutters as he hears your laugh split the air before you call after John to cut it out, and a wistful sight leaves the former stonemason’s lips. Lovesick, he tries to focus on the task at hand – the simple job of patching up holes in his tunic – but he can barely manage to thread a needle, let alone set a stitch with the sound of your giggles making him weak at the knees. 

It is just unfair, he thinks to himself, how John and Big James so effortlessly manage to make you laugh with just a few words. Thaddeus wouldn’t necessarily say that he is jealous, but he doesn’t particularly enjoy the feeling that is nagging inside of his gut as he witnesses you having fun with the two Sons of Thunder. Granted, Mary Magdalene, Ramah and Tamar are also present and participating in whatever game you’re playing, but his heart feels heavy nevertheless. 

He’s certain you would never like him back. And why would you, he catches himself thinking bitterly often. After all, this camp knows men who voice their opinions way stronger, who stand their ground way firmer, who would be able to protect you way better. Thaddeus thinks of himself as meek, timid, a tad fragile, at least compared to the others. 

Big James and Simon the Zealot could fight for you way better than him. Philip has way more knowledge on Scripture and would make a way more Godly potential spouse for you. Little James is gentle, and even though Thaddeus has this trait as well, James seems a thousand times more confident to even speak a word to you. Flustered, he tears away his gaze, for he will no longer allow himself to bask in your beauty any longer. After all, the last thing he wants is to bother you about his feelings.

“Thaddeus?” 

The gentle voice of Jesus has him look up from his unfinished work, and he swallows hard when he realises that the Rabbi must have caught him staring. 

“Are you alright?”

He nods, not keen on lying to the Teacher, but he doesn’t feel like talking about it, truth be told. And then, he is okay, isn’t he? Thaddeus’ mind races – he is healthy, safe and in the best company that one could ever wish for, in the very presence of the Messiah Himself. Indeed, other than not having you at his side, Thaddeus is certain that he is doing just  fine.

Jesus hums and does not pressure the stonemason, though He keeps observing him closely as Thaddeus attempts to continue fixing his garment. When your laugh once again echoes through camp, Jesus sees how his entire body tenses up. 

Before the Preacher can open His mouth to inquire about it, your voice draws closer, and once you arrive at the two men, you halt. 

“Good afternoon, gentlemen,” you quip, “Can I make you two happy with a nice piece of fruit?” You hold a basket out in front of you and smile kindly. 

Jesus stands from the log He is sitting on and selects a bright orange persimmon, giving you one of His kind grins. “Thank you, (Y/n).”

You give Him a small nod before turning your attention to Thaddeus. “And Thad, what would you like?”

“I-I’m good, thank you,” he stutters, not even daring to look at you. You frown, stepping closer, slightly disappointed, for you’d much rather catch a glimpse of his soft brown eyes. 

“Thad,” you query, “Are you alright? You’re looking a bit flushed, so perhaps that is even more of a reason to get yourself a nice apple, or would you instead prefer an apricot? Thomas just said that he selected the nicest ones he could find. Or, how about a pomegranate?” You take one of the fruits and inspect it closely, humming in thought. 

Thaddeus shyly looks up at you and lets out a shivery breath. “Thank you, (Y/n), I’m fine. I don’t want anything.” 

Your brow furrows together in worry, a slight pout coming over your features. “Promise me to take good care of yourself, okay?” you insist softly, “I worry about you sometimes.”

His eyes widen at the words and he gulps, nearly choking on his own saliva. You don’t wait for an answer, instead wordlessly put an apricot as well as a pomegranate on the log next to him and point at them, giving Thaddeus a strict raise of your eyebrow. “I’m going to return in a bit and one of these better be gone by then. Fruits are an important part of any diet.”

He opens his mouth to reply, but no sound comes out, and abashed, he nods meekly. Smiling, you continue your trip around camp to hand out fresh fruits, and he lets out a shaky breath once you’re out of his line of sight, his cheeks flushed bright red. 

“So, Thad, are you going to tell Me what is going on?” Jesus queries after swallowing a mouthful of persimmon. “Let Me guess, you haven’t been hungry at all lately.” 

Too embarrassed to look at the Teacher, Thaddeus stares at the two pieces of food you have left for him to select from, and he shrugs. “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I can’t think…” 

Jesus hums in amusement and takes another bite, thoughtfully looking at you across camp before He speaks up again. “You know, it sounds to Me that you’ve got some very strong feelings going on there.”

Thaddeus wishes that the ground would just open up underneath him to swallow him whole, a flush colouring his neck. He can barely hold onto the needle that he is still pinching between his fingers and his stomach spins in dangerous coils. 

“I… Maybe.” he squeaks, trying to catch his breath. “She’s… (Y/n) is wonderful.” Sighing, he lets his gaze go to his lap, shaking his head slowly. “That woman could choose from any potential spouse she wants. Not only is she beautiful on the outside, she’s even more beautiful on the inside. To have a wife like her, well…” He pauses for a second before confiding the rest of the sentence, “I would be so lucky. Perhaps never complain about anything again.”

Chuckling Jesus, finishes the final bite of his fruit before narrowing His eyes at Thaddeus in pondering. “First of all, although I do not speak from experience, no marriage makes it so that no hardships will ever come your way again. Secondly, I think you and I are going to have a little talk.”

Mistaking the Teacher’s words for chastisement, Thaddeus’ eyes fill up with tears of embarrassment. “R-Rabbi,” he stutters, “I’m so deeply sorry. I know that I cannot let myself get distracted from the ministry. I know that I need to focus on Adonai instead, and—”

Jesus smiles and puts up His palm to calm down Thaddeus. “Easy there, Thad. This fellowship has nothing to do with you not being able to pursue a romantic relationship. After all, look at Simon and Eden. They’re married. Thomas and Ramah might also get betrothed very soon. Abstinence from love altogether is not a prerequisite, dear Thaddeus. After all, I will not be around forever. You’ll have a life after travelling with Me, too.”

A bit confused, Thaddeus frowns, unsure of what Jesus means with this. However, he isn’t keen on questioning it too much, either. Jesus sees the puzzlement on his face and hums. “Ah, you’ll understand it later,” He reassures him. “But regarding the matter at hand, you aren’t expected to remain a bachelor your entire life.”

Thaddeus lets out a shivering breath and rubs his hands together in discomfort, inhaling, exhaling. “I-I get what You are saying, Jesus, and I trust Your words, and-and I’m certain that I’ll find a wife someday. However, it can’t be (Y/n).”

“Why not?” Jesus muses, smiling.

“Because she’s…” he pauses before letting out a sound of frustration. “She is just everything I am looking for in a wife. (Y/n) would just be… Too beautiful to be true.”

Jesus hums, shrugging. “Well, do you feel like she is trying to deceive us all? That she isn’t as kind and sweet as she is letting on?”

Thaddeus frantically shakes his head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“Then what is the issue?”

The former stonemason’s face twists into something sadder. “Well… I’m just… Me, You know. I don’t… I’m not like the rest of them. The other disciples, I mean. They’d make way better spouses for her.”

Squinting in thought, Jesus lets out a noise. “Ah, I wouldn’t say that if I were you, Thad. I understand that sharing a space with so many men who might be potential competitors for you in the area of love might seem daunting, but it seems to Me that you’re not quite seeing your own potential as well. Trust Me when I say that (Y/n) looks at you in quite a different way compared to the way she looks at others, and well, since she insists you eat a piece of fruit, it is safe to say that she positively cares about your wellbeing. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have fed you so determinedly.”

Thaddeus’ heart skips a beat at the revelation – Jesus wouldn’t lie to him – and a large smile that he cannot fight spreads over his lips. “Oh…?” is the only thing he manages to breathe. “Wow… I-I mean… Master, I don’t even know how to begin with this. I don’t have a lot of experience.”

Jesus laughs lightly. “Neither have I, but I can give you advice. She already has her eye on you, so grabbing her attention wouldn’t be too difficult for you.”

Thaddeus’ nose dusts pink at the words.

“(Y/n) is a very caring person,” Jesus explains, “As you may have noticed by now. So, why not show her that you care about her in return? Make it clear that these feelings are reciprocated, and perhaps then express your interest in her.”

The stonemason could burst at the seams out of happiness. He puts a hand over his mouth to fight the beaming grin that threatens to build and he is too abashed to look at Jesus’ amused face.

“I trust You, Teacher,” he breathes, “I will give it some thought, and—”

Jesus’ eye falls on something behind him and Thaddeus can hear a twig snap underneath a sandal – your sandal – and you stand with the now-empty basket in your arm, staring at Thad with a playful look of feigned incredulity. 

“I can’t believe it,” you breathe, “I thought I told you to select one of these fruits. Now I’m afraid that I can’t do anything else but to force you to eat them both, because you clearly cannot choose, for both are way too delicious to pass up on.”

Smiling, Jesus stands. “I will leave you two to yourselves.” He muses, stepping away from the pair of you. Not really understanding what He is trying to say, you watch the Rabbi depart, brow furrowing in question.

“What does He mean with that?”

Thaddeus swallows thickly in the hopes his throat will feel less dry, and he turns to you a little more. 

“(Y/n),” he begins with a soft voice, and you find his gaze, warm and gentle. “I… Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Your eyes flutter in puzzlement, but you gather yourself quickly before nodding, taking a seat next to him. “By all means.” 

Thaddeus reaches over to grab the apricot and pomegranate you had left for him there, showing them to you. “Since you need to eat something as well, and since I haven’t chosen one of these yet, how about we share them?”

A soft smile graces your lips. “I’d like that,” you pipe up, tilting your head slightly as you watch him take a blunt knife from his pocket and slice the apricot in half around the large pit, and he gives one half to you. Gratefully, you take it and sink your teeth down into the sweet fruit, enjoying the sugary flavour as well as the slightly sour tang. 

“This is nice,” you muse after a few moments of silence. Thaddeus swallows a bite of apricot and nods in agreement. 

“It is.” he acknowledges. Watching him from the corner of your eye, you smile a little. 

“So, what were you and Jesus talking about, since He had to leave so suddenly once I arrived?”

Thaddeus nearly chokes on a bite of fruit and you give him a worried look. “Are you alright?”

“I-I am,” Thaddeus responds, coughing into his fist, turning away from you with reddened cheeks. “Excuse me.”

Once he calms down, he takes a deep breath and lets his gaze go across camp, where he catches Jesus’ eye almost suspiciously fast, as if He had been watching the two of you. The Rabbi gives him a reassuring nod, encouraging him to carry on.

“Ah, (Y/n),” Thaddeus murmurs, “I… I was wondering if you’re… Well, if you’ve got your eye on someone in our group?”

Flushed, he feels barely brave enough to look at you. You squint in question, not certain what he means. “I’m not sure what you’re saying.”

“If you’re… You’re not yet spoken for, right? W-What I’m trying to say is… If you’re interested in someone around here to become your potential husband.”

Now it’s your turn to become abashed, and you’re glad that you don’t have any food in your mouth right now, for you certainly would have spit it out in shock. “What?”

There is no way Thaddeus can beat around the bush anymore, so with a deep breath, he pops the question: “I’ve been sweet on you for quite some time now, and… I-I would be very honoured to have your hand in marriage, if you’ll have me too, that is. Would you— Are you interested in building a life with me?”

He has to resist the urge to squeeze his eyes shut whilst awaiting your answer with bated breath, but a soft noise from your side has his gaze meet yours, and his heart stutters inside his chest at the sight of your soft smile. 

“Oh, Thad, I… I don’t know what to say! Don’t get me wrong, I would love to marry you! It’s just that it came out of nowhere, give me a second…” You overthink the question whilst Thaddeus gawks at you, his jaw wide open. 

“Did you… Did you just say yes?!”

You chew your bottom lip and nod, giving him a sweet smile. “Yes.”

The grin that spreads over his face is priceless, causing you to laugh lightly, and he wraps a hand over his mouth, still unbelieving of what you have just revealed to him. “I… Oh, (Y/n), you’ve just made me the happiest man alive!”

Laughing, you take the pomegranate that is still sitting on the log between you, and put a hand on Thaddeus’ shoulder. “I’m glad to hear that, Thad. Be aware, you will still need my abba’s permission, but I’m sure that I can convince him to agree upon this.” 

Hugging you from the side, Thaddeus lets out a huff of relief, butterflies swirling through his abdomen at your proximity. 

He searches Jesus and quickly finds Him, and the Man in question proudly grins, His dark eyes glittering knowingly. 

Once Thaddeus pulls back from the hug, you hold up the pomegranate. 

“Now, I’m still peckish for this delicious pomegranate. Would you mind sharing this with me, too?”

Thaddeus eagerly nods, taking it from you gladly to slice it in half, giving you a piece of the second fruit of the many that you’ll share.

[gabriellerudessa]

After drawing Norm pinup, I wanted to try Thaddeus lololol

I accidentaly deleted the pinup ref I used 🤡🤡🤡

I had fun drawing this but not 100% happy, will probably attempt again at a later date lol

Two things went through my mind while drawing this: First, I'll def do a Maximus pinup and a Dane pinup. Maybe The Ghoul too. This is too much fun lol

Second: all those guys in the BOS base? I can totally see they daring each other into strutting around, all seductive and silly, when the boredom is too high, in a very fun "boys will be boys" that doesn't harm anyone. They keep a score. Dane absolutely has the highest one because they are hella competitive in this. Maximus has a good score by accident, he doesn't try much because he doesn't see the point and is doing it only because Dane convinced him, but The Muscles help. Thaddeus is entushiastic about it but is a shy mess everytime he tries; gains extra points because of the factor shy-cute.

I just want them all to have some fun moments 😶

[firstdraft]

— FIRST DRAFT writeblr reintroduction

ABOUT ME Hello! I'm Evan, also known as firstdraft or evancetera. As it's been over two years since my last introduction, and my pinned post is woefully out of date, I thought I'd write a new one. I'm also coming off a writeblr hiatus of sorts, and I'm very glad to be back!

So, about me! I'm 32 years old, non-binary, bi & aro/acespec, and my pronouns are they/them or he/him. I'm currently a part-time undergrad student, tentatively majoring in computer science, and I live in Michigan with my family and my cat. I have adhd, depression, and social anxiety, and I get chronic migraines.

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CINDERWITCH Elisabeth Pryce is a witch, a dangerous thing in the kingdom of Vendyer, where magic users are conscripted to join the King’s army. Ell, however, is determined to keep her magic a secret, like her mother did before her untimely death. But when her father remarries, her new stepmother is quick to discover her secret.

The new lady of the house gives Elisabeth a choice. Use her magic for the benefit of her and her daughters, or be turned into the authorities. With her stepmother’s threat hanging over her head, Ell has no choice but to obey. After all, witches who ignore the king’s edict have burned — or worse.

When king holds a masquerade, intending to find a suitable wife for his only son, Ella’s instructions are simple. Attend the ball, dance with the prince, and cast a spell so powerful that he’ll fall in lover one of her stepsisters, making her his bride.

Do this, and Elspeth will be free of her stepmother forever.

All is not well in Llendyr, however, and Elspeth’s task will send her deep into a rebellious conspiracy, where romance is the last thing on her mind. Finally, her powers might be used for good — but at what cost?

BEAUTY'S THORN (working title) It’s been years since Belle managed to escape the monstrous Beast and his enchanted castle, sneaking off into the forest and finding her way home. She’s returned to her sisters and father, but the nightmares have remained, despite doing all she can to make sure that her and her family are now safe.

But when she hears that another girl from her village has gone missing, taken by the Beast, she knows that she has no choice but to save her, returning to stage a daring rescue. But how will she succeed, when the missing girl doesn’t wish to be rescued? Has Belle been wrong about the Beast and his castle the whole time? Or Is there something more sinister than even she imagined, tying them all to the cursed castle?

ICHORBORN One of many apprentice engineers in Londonium, Thaddeus Elliston spends his days elbow deep in engines and gears, and goes home to the boarding house at night too exhausted to enjoy the many pleasures of the city. Unlike his fellow students, Thaddeus has no family or sponsor to pay for his education. If he falls behind, he will be cast out, and his chance at a better life will be gone. Fortunately, he is at the top of his cohort, and one of the most brilliant gearworkers the headmistress has ever seen.

But skill means nothing when compared to wealth. And so, when his jealous classmates start a fight, it is Thaddeus who is expelled.

He believes his life is over until he receives a letter from Dr. Bartholomew Hughes, a reclusive alchemist responsible for the invention of Ichor, the new fuel that runs most modern machinery. With no other options, he agrees to meet Dr. Hughes at his country estate.

What he finds there will change his life forever. 

ARTEMIS RISING Captain Artemis Holt has been in charge of the U.N.I.S. Icarus for the past five years. In orbit over Mars, she’s overseen the transport of scientists and engineers to and from her home planet, and leads the first line of defense for Earth. Not that there are any aliens, or at least, living ones. But the evidence discovered on Mars is irrefutable — alien lifeforms exist. Or at least, they did. All that humanity has found are dead bodies and an untranslatable archive.

But, as the Daedalus Project is about to be shelved, the knowledge there too advanced for humanity to understand, the impossible happens. Millennia-old computers suddenly power up, and the archives are accessible once more.

And ships appear in the sky.

What they discover will shake the galaxy to its core. Someone has been hiding the Earth’s civilization from the rest of the universe, thus ensuring that Earth remained separate. But who is behind it? After all, the Vraekel have been dead for over a millennia.