#thank you so much for the ask : )

[mas-away]

hi i am. absolutely obsessed with your grandpa hermes + grandson odysseus art right now . theyre my reason for living i love them & thank you for them

I heared family bonding time I LOVE FAMILY BONDING TIME IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY DRAWINGS OF THEM AUAGAHA HERE HAVE MORE OF THEM PLEASE they have me in their grasps i cant lice without them too i hope ull like these too

[causeilikelix]

new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

[batfam-stuff-posts-0]

For the "top 5" thing: top 5 headcanons

Not necessarily in this order:

Tim gets away with a ton of shit because Bruce immediately assumes it's one of the others and can't prove it's tim even if he gets suspicious.

When Damian does something wrong they spray him with water like a cat.

Damian follows dick around sometimes like a lost kitten. Dick doesn't mention it, but his mood improves significantly every time he notices.

All the batkids steal each other's clothes.

Jason's body temperature is too low because death and Lazarus pit reasons. Once he came to the cave because he was injured, not majorly, but enough to warrant Alfred's help. And Bruce saw his temperature. And freaked tf out. This resulted in a cuddle pile, a grumpy Damian, and Jason accepting hugs from others (mostly Dick) more often.

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

41

i don't know what i did with this, and i'm certain it's not what you meant - but here's your fic for 41. "...because the world is saved."

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Ash falls like snow, peppering Harry’s hair and coating the scattered stones of Hogwarts, softening their jagged, ruined edges.

Harry stands at its centre, his wand still warm and loosely dangling in his grip. His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath. He feels Voldemort before he sees him, fighting a wince as his scar throbs faintly. Voldemort’s presence had stopped feeling oppressive ages ago… so it must be all that hovering he’s doing over Harry’s shoulder—too close, too familiar, too worried.

“You were reckless,” Voldemort says, right when Harry feels the reprimand building in the air reach its boiling point. Voldemort’s voice is hoarse from battle, his face streaked with dirt and blood. Harry knows it isn’t his; he frowns at Voldemort nonetheless.

When Harry turns, he physically feels the weight of his exhaustion. It pulls down his shoulders, droops his head, and lines his face. Suddenly, he can’t imagine that he looks much better. “Reckless worked, didn’t it?” He asks, just to be annoying.

Voldemort’s mouth spasms in something that might be amusement or disdain—it’s hard to tell. “Barely. If you had died before finishing the incantation, they would all be dead.”

‘Again.’ Hovers in the air, silent and stretching.

“Well,” Harry huffs, “you’d have just had to try and save everyone on your own.” And he can’t help himself when he reaches up to thumb at the drying blood on Voldemort’s face—the near flinch he feels under his attention is so so satisfying. “Isn’t that right?”

He tilts his head away from Harry’s touch and sighs long and low. “You are insufferable, Harry Potter.”

Harry pulls his hand back easily, and a smile tugs up his lips. “Stop suffering me, then?”

The throbbing of his scar had faded with Voldemort’s settling (his needling is a way of reassuring himself, Harry now knows), but it’s back with a vengeance. Harry flinches this time. “Hey now, it’s just a joke—ease up, would you?” He waves Voldemort off, cooling him down or fanning the flames? He never has the slightest clue. 

For a moment, Voldemort says nothing; his dark eyes study Harry’s face like he’s almost got him all figured out, like he constantly unearths more questions with every answer, like if he just looks at Harry long enough—he’ll understand him completely. It’s been happening a lot lately. Harry’s not sure how there’s much left of him to discover with the way Voldemort digs and pries. 

The pain gets worse and spikes to near unbearable before abruptly fading altogether. Voldemort rolls his eyes when he says, “Your humour remains of poor taste.”

Harry opens his mouth to retort, something sharp and teasing to ease the odd silence and to avoid the masses a bit longer, but the words catch somewhere in his throat. His humour isn’t for anyone but himself to enjoy, yet a slight hint of guilt forms in the pit of his stomach. It makes home next to the strange tension that hasn’t let up since Voldemort caught sight of Harry from across the battlefield. He doubts Voldemort has stopped watching him since. 

The look on Voldemort’s face—half-exasperation, half something else—roots him in place. It’s a superficial crack in the otherwise unyielding wall, and Harry wants to see more, wants to pry back.

“You’re staring,” Harry says, his voice quieter now, though the quip still lingers on his lips. It feels too fragile to tease properly.

“You are hard to ignore,” Voldemort replies, his tone just shy of biting. The words lack venom, and something in the way his gaze shifts—falling briefly to Harry’s mouth before darting away—makes Harry’s stomach twist.

The words stamp themselves into the walls of Harry’s mouth before he has the good sense to think about them. “Then don’t.”

Voldemort freezes. He’s eerily still usually, but Hary can feel this pause like he’s stopped the very air around them. It feels alive, heavy, charged with magic—residue from all the fighting? Or is it all from Voldemort himself? And Harry doesn’t know why he said it, doesn’t know why his heart is hammering, but it doesn’t stop him from taking half a step closer.

“I do not think this—” Voldemort starts, his voice low, but Harry cuts him off without a second thought.

“Quit thinking for once,” Harry says a bit too forcefully, his fingers curling instinctively into Voldemort’s robes. His exhaustion somehow vanishes with the movement, like touching Voldemort, even barely grazing, renews him, every nerve alive and burning.

For a second that feels like eternity, neither of them moves. Harry really wants to. But now his brain seems to be operating like usual, possibly even thinking for the both of them, and it’s swearing up and down that he might have pushed too far…

But then Voldemort leans in. It’s not sudden, nor is it hesitant—it’s deliberate, as though he’s weighing every centimetre of the distance between them and making peace with crossing it. Their lips meet, soft and strangely tentative despite Voldemort’s near-constant certainty in his every action—though, has ever truly been certain around Harry? Especially recently?

Voldemort’s hand brushes against his jaw, cool and surprisingly steady. Harry’s breath catches in his chest, his hand tightening slightly in Voldemort’s robes as if to anchor himself. 

It lasts only a few moments, but it’s enough to leave Harry reeling when they part, their foreheads nearly touching. Ash still falls around them, the quiet of Hogwarts’ ruins amplifying Harry’s heartbeat. He needs to will it quiet, needs to let go of Voldemort, needs to rethink his life’s choices—

“Reckless,” Voldemort murmurs, his voice tinged with something like disbelief, cutting through Harry’s spiralling thoughts.

Harry lets out a shaky laugh, his smile soft but undeniably smug. “Yeah, well. Reckless works, doesn’t it?”

This time, Voldemort doesn’t argue.

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i hope you like it 🥹

[kirbybecomesastarwarrior]

Speaking about Lady Celestine does she have favorite food or drink

(She looks so pretty and very kind hearted when you draw her and your artstyle plus stories look lovely) :D

Aw, thank you so much!

I wanted her very much to have this bubbly, happy, live-your-life-to-the-fullest aura when portraying her. Especially when she is her Merlyn persona as well. I'm so glad you're enjoying the story, too!

I also wanna drop this fun lore fact... it was very much well-known that even her Merlyn persona had a deep love for apple fritters... so in an act of desperation, in attempting to catch them... High Priest Absolum commissioned 1000 fritters to be made... to be used as bait... for Merlyn... Needless to say, it didn't work...

[waywardangel-wilds]

You once posted about Peeta being a dandelion in the tags to one of my posts about him having frizzy curly hair in the Appalachian summers. And your Delly posts made me think of Delly meanly saying Peeta looks like that in the summer and Katniss taking it a totally different sweet way and excitedly agreeing to Peeta’s horror since he doesn’t understand Katniss’s background with dandelions yet.

Oh my gosh what a great question! Thank you so much for asking it! Yes I totally agree, I can even picture it:

“Don’t you just love the sun?” Delly sighs, leaning back to lay flat on the grass with her eyes closed. “God, I missed this.”

“You sun bathe a lot in the summer?” Katniss asks by her side, leaning up on her elbows.

“As much as I could. The only fun we ever had was between shifts right before the sun fully set.” She adjusts her ponytail so she can lie more comfortably. “Hey! Servant boy! Where’s my lemonade?”

“I’ve told you to stop calling me that,” Peeta grumbles from the kitchen door, but he brings the lemonades nonetheless. He hands Katniss her glass easily, but he shoves the next glass at Delly with an unintelligible grumble.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not very nice dandy head.” Delly smirks as she sits up to take a drink.

“You know what you remind me of?” He grins wide as he shucks off his shirt. “Something I drew with my left hand.”

“Ouch, I’m devastated.” Delly replies in monotone. “You’re still a dandelion head.”

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes, throwing himself on the grass next to Katniss. “Oh, I love grass.”

“Dandelion head?” Katniss asks.

“Yeah, just look at him. He’s like a yellow dandelion.” Delly smiles meanly at Peeta. “His hair is huge.”

“Shut up,” Peeta insists, although he keeps his eyes closed and face to the ground.

“Oh!” Katniss puts her hands to her mouth to contain her smile, but she can’t help it. She has to sit up. “You do look just like a yellow dandelion!”

“Ha!” Delly cries triumphantly meanwhile Peeta gasps, looking stricken, his wide eyes meeting Katniss’s gaze with horror.

“Katniss!” Peeta complains.

“I always thought you looked like a dandelion,” she confesses excitedly. “I did! I always think of you when I see one.”

“This is the best day of my life!” Delly snorts, rolling around on the grass as she succumbs to a fit of laughter. “Katniss Everdeen thinks Peeta’s a dandy head!”

“I am NOT a dandy head!” Peeta exclaims, sitting up himself with a deeply red face. He scoops some ice out of Katniss’s glass and throws it at his oldest friend, “shut up!”

“Dandy head, dandy head, Peeta is a dandy head!” Delly mocks, taking on a school yard rhythm.

[mintytealfox]

any other arcane au headcanons for the rest of the IDV cast?

OOOOOoooooooo~ Let's see who comes to mind first 🤔cause doing them ALL would bring on the most intense migraine oh my gosh LOL

Naib: -I think he would be an ex-enforcer who now is more of a fighter in Zaun and does detective work//vigilante work. Kind of like an attempt to try and make amends to clean his hands of innocent blood on his hands.

Frederick: -Definitely an inventor in Piltover. But his process, music and instruments that he has created are a bit unorthodox. This makes him a bit of a niche artist and then to top it off once he started getting more well known, something happened (likely a set up) that caused his career to come crashing down and he is now viewed as this exile to be shunned by the upper crust of Piltover society. Now, whenever on the rare occasion that he leaves his apartment, he is found wearing a mask he refuses to remove while in public, and people around him are not sure what to make of that.

Melly: -Was originally from Zaun but her expertise and notes on entomology and creatures were so coveted that she was brought up to Piltover to work with other great minds in the same field. She was pleased until she found all the politics, mistreatment and experimentation, and other such things that were happening behind the scenes that made her want to tear it all down. ( "oh weird, where did your husband go?" Melly: "Got word that he must have died on his research trip, strange" 🕷️) She is gonna tear that department down doooown and then reshape it, but this will take time and careful moves.

Luca: -Was an inventor but thrown in the Stillwater Hold after being accused of murdering his mentor. He ends up escaping though with help from outside and is in hiding and aims to get his research and such BACK. He is going to make it everyone else's problem that all this happened to him and how he was thrown in solitude (for WAY too long) and treated poorly in Stillwater. (except to those he deems as allies, of course) Luca gonna be a PROBLEM in this au lol

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I will stop here for now heh

[torchflies]

where did the quintuplets go after duke died? did they go into foster care or did viper manage to get custody of all of them?

If they went into foster care they prolly got separated and stuff...were they old enough to remember each other? Or did they forget until they somehow bumped into each other figured it out? Did viper manage to tell Pete and they tracked down the other four?

OR WHAT IF. what if viper managed to get custody of some of them but not Pete? Like he always tells them about their brother and they know he exists but Pete thinks he's alone...until he bumps into 4 copies of himself on base and then they manage to tell him about what happened. Pete needs time to process and goose holds him as he cries.

OR- viper gets custody of all of them and raises 5 boys and two girls (because he's a girl dad obvi) and they get up to all kinds of ridiculous stuff and they actually managed to get jester to loosen up around them as a kid and it's stressful parenting all of them but viper wouldn't have it any other way

AHHHHHH!!!! I love your headcanons for the Quints growing up!!! Viper does get them eventually! But their childhood followed the same sad trajectory as another set of miracle identical quintuplets born about a decade before them (the Dionne Quints).

The AU is called Quintland, because back in the ‘50s — five identical little girls were raised in what was a essentially a theme park fishbowl for people to gawk at them. The same way we do today with reality shows of multiple birth families (Jon & Kate + 8, Outdaughtered etc).

The Mitchell Quints spent the first couple years of their life living on a Kentucky farm in the middle of nowhere. But after their father died and their mother took her own life, the doctor who saved their lives and kept the secret of their birth — finally took custody of them and started selling their images to the public. They essentially grew up as a traveling sideshow act. They weren't loved, except by each other, they were just used to sell stuff, perform like toys and be harrassed by crowds.

Eventually, Viper found out what was happening and took custody of the boys at twelve. But so much damage had already been done. Still, they enjoyed a great life with the Metcalfs and so many of them went Navy because they love Viper so much.

Captain Lynden Henry “Lynds” is the oldest and is a flight surgeon, but spends a lot of time in and out of Navy Medical on the ground. He's the leader of the Quints, and his brothers complain about the massive stick that lives up his ass.

Theodore Payton “Teddy” is a much loved father of two, his wife’s name is Patty and he's a kindergarten teacher. He would not touch the Navy with a ten foot pole. His kids are named Madeline and Mickey.

Captain Kiffin Roosevelt “Kiff” is obsessed with how things work and that's why he's an EDO, an engineering duty officer. He spends most of his days working on something, so he's either sleep-deprived, sticky or both. His brothers can tell what he's thinking by the look on his face.

Lt. Michael Mallory “Mal” is next and he's a priest turned Navy Chaplain. He and Mav annoy the shit out of each other and will actively try to gore each others’ eyes out on sight 😅

Then comes our favorite boy Peter Bradley!

[mari-lair]

If Aoi met any AUs. What kind of, would she meet...? (Like how her boyfriends did)

I'm glad you asked, I have many thoughts about Aoi's own dimension-hopping adventure! Here is a summary of her journey:

World 1 is wonderful, if overwhelming. It's the 80s and she has many friends, familiar ones (Nene) and new ones too (Mei, Sakura), who can talk to her about silly and serious stuff alike. People greet her with a smile, happy to see her, and worried too, commenting about how closed off she is today. Akane is her boyfriend, and he is the same as always, except he loves gardening, as careful with his garden as he is with her. They have plans of opening a flower shop together, he even has a jar half filled with money in his house for the shop.

Part of Aoi is tempted to stay forever in this beautiful dream, but she doesn't know these people, even Akane, her constant since childhood, feels strange and she feels like she doesn't deserve any of it, running off when she sees this world's version of herself. People are confused and startled when they realize she is not from this dimension, but they help her get out. No hard feelings. She takes flower seeds with her.

World 2 Aoi is dating Shijima (No.4, the supernatural one). She has never seen Shijima Mei before, she just knows her from the rumors. It's weird to have this strange girl know her so well. Aoi assumes they are besties for a while and gets a '???!!!!!' moment when she visits Shijima's atelier and sees so many paintings of herself, some are very tender drawings of them together, but most are of just her. Her in cities, in the stars, in creepy buildings she recognizes from horror movies and games, in the center of a concert spotlights, and so on... She learns this world's Aoi used to be in the hospital, and Shijima used to draw her in different places to make her feel better, not judging any of her requests, be them cute or creepy. By the end of this trip, Aoi will forge a strong bond with Shijima before meeting this world's Aoi and panicking. She is given a small portrait of her with a bedhead and an unrestrained smile as a farewell gift, Aoi tried to refuse the embarrassing gift but Mei insists.

The last dimension has her favorite flowers on every street, it's like the city was tailored for her, but it feels off... This city is ruled by an overpowered Aoi who is a twisted mirror of her insecurities, always at her worst: She is paranoic, open in her mistrust of others, and far more controlling of her loved ones. People don't talk behind her back, but they visibly fear her, she is respected but she is avoided, Akane is the only one by her side, as devoted as ever, but something about him feels as unsettling as this brand new world. It doesn't take long for canon Aoi to realize that despite feeling as deligent and kind as usual this Akane is alone, people are terrified to approach him. He is obedient even when she can tell he is scared/uncomfortable, and get anxious if she acts nice. Aoi hates it. She hates this world's Aoi more than she hates herself.

This world's Aoi would kill her on sight. It's a scary experience that makes canon Aoi rethink a lot about her life and her own relationships. The new dimension Akane is an ally to Canon Aoi, being the best at hiding her cause 'he know how his Aoi work better than anyone' but he is not very trustworthy, he may not want Canon Aoi dead, but he is loyal to his Aoi first and foremost. Aoi doesn't trust him. This world's Aoi and Akane are not dating but they do have a fucked up "she has a tracker on me, I am the only one who can make her cry" thing going on that scare the hell out of canon Aoi. She gets nothing as a farewell gift.

(This dimension has similar vibes to my Wonderland AU, if you like toxic aoikane)

[dissvicious]

I don’t know why it feels like your Kids deepest, darkest secret is that someone taught him how to play a classical instrument as a child and he still can do so but I dunno it FITS you feel me? Something like the Clarinette and Killer had to swear high and low that he would never, EVER tell anyone under threats of violence. Acts like there’s nothing more embarrassing under the Sun and the way he talks about classical music and how much it sucks? Yeah it would actually be pretty embarrassing if everyone knows he’s just as much a “lame grandpa ass” as anyone else who can play an instrument that usually doesn’t get plugged into something.

On the other end your Law feels like someone who really wanted to learn a classical instrument as a child but was just so…. Bad at it that eventually Cora gently had to tell him to stop.

Five year old Law abusing a violin so badly even an angel like Corazon couldn’t listen to it for long without some eyebrow twitching “Law… Law sweetie-“ SCREEEEEK SCOOOOOONK “Maybe-Maybe the guitar is more suited for you.” ZZZZZZZZKK “Law.” squeeeeeeeeeeAaaaaal “Law please.”

Also for the instrument in question I'm just gonna bring back the fact that this asshole (/pos) would be scottish IRL so ....

[trashyshrew]

Maybe some drawings of Inosuke please?

Also have a lovely day/night! ^-^

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Hi!! I've got some questions for the dragon prince au because I absolutely adore it

Does Hiccup have the same ability as Ezran (talking to/communicating with animals) or something similar?

Also you said Toothless was a midnight dragon in your au would they be like night furies in the sense of being endangered or rare?

How/when does Hiccup lose his leg?

And if Jack is a mage in training, who's he training with?

@saturnniidae bestie, im SO GLAD YOU ASKED OH MY GOD! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE BEEN WANTING TO RAMBLE ABOUT THIS!

In order:

Ooohhh that’s a good idea. I actually hadn’t thought of Hiccup being able to communicate with animals, but it would definitely be a fun thing to add! Maybe not to the same extent as Ezran’s abilities, but i think Hiccup would definitely be more in tune with animals and dragons than anyone else from Berk. Or at least, anyone who’s currently living in Berk >:)

Kinda! So i went through the different dragons listed to exist in Xadia and i was trying to find some kind of tie-in and similarities between the two universes. And the Midnight Dragon seemed to match Toothless’s description the best. They’re said to have pitch black scales, sensitive eyes, and are quite shy. Which i think Toothless matches quite well, minus the shyness, and being in another universe there can be some attributes that aren't One-for-One to the OG universe. Plus it's fun to mess around with concepts. And we haven’t seen a Midnight Dragon yet, in the show or otherwise, and since they’re said to be shy, it makes sense that they wouldn’t be out and about a whole lot. So i think they’re definitely a rare dragon to see. They also have a Moon Arcanum too, and that helps tie in with Toothless being a Night Fury :)

How does Hiccup lose his leg? No idea. Still working on that plot. There’s like several different scenarios im thinking of and i haven’t figured it out quite yet. But during the main part of the story he’ll have both legs. For now >:) (Also this takes place a few years before the events with Callum, Rayla, and Ezran. Jack is 17 and Hiccup is 18 and im currently working on incorporating the other characters from both franchises rn. TRUST ME I’VE BEEN THINKING! THEY HAVE NOT BEEN FORGOTTEN)

Who's Jack's mentor? Another great question that i haven’t decided on yet. I had the idea for Jack’s mentor to be Nightlight, but then i thought that if anything he’d be a Startouch elf and not a Skywing. And now i’ve been thinking ‘what if he was self-taught?’ Like he’d gather books and scrolls, and try to figure it out on his own. Maybe some help here and there from other elves, but it’s never been a formal education. Kind of similar to Callum in books 1 and 2. 

But yeah! This is what's been banging around in my head for two weeks so far. Thank you SO MUCH FOR THE ASK it is MUCH APPRECIATED!! Always love the chance to ramble about my au ideas and the thoughts behind them

If you got any other questions, feel free to send any more questions! I've be HAPPY TO ANSWER THEM!

[the-kingshound]

This might seem weird but I genuinely love interacting with you.

Like you seem like such a sweet and kind person and everytime you post I get exited! Tkh is also already a master peice and we're only in the begining!

Sorry for babbling <3

Aww please. Don't say sorry, I love reading every single ask, they make my life brighter. And I love interacting with you all, you are incredibly sweet and have been so supportive. I couldn't ask for a better community❤

[imnotcommitedtothis]

I'm sorry ur birthday wasn't good :, ( I hope tmrw is better :)

Anyway Aleheather headcanons...

As two spoilt rich kids they both grew up playing super posh sports like golf and badminton. After Total Drama they channel their pent up competitiveness into doubles tournaments. They got banned from one golf course after they got into a physical fight because Alejandro lost count of their scores and they couldn't agree on who was ahead.

Leshawna and Heather are best friends so they do double dates with Leshawna and Harold. It turns into a date for Leshawna and Heather while Harold and Alejandro try to make awkward conversation.

They are disinvited to group video game and board game nights because they take it way too seriously.

Alejandro loves PDA but Heather can’t stand it. They totally walk around arm in arm, especially at formal events so they can gossip about everyone. 

People assume that Heather thinks it’s hot when Alejandro speaks Spanish, actually she just thinks it’s cute because he is more inclined to speak Spanish when he’s shocked or not really focused. She would also definitely pick up a good bit of Spanish, she can understand what he’s saying but can’t speak it at all. Alejandro doesn’t know how much she can actually understand so when they’re fighting she laughs at him muttering about her under his breath.

The only person who knows that Heather likes horror movies is Alejandro. He hates them though but is happy enough to just fall asleep on her lap while she stays up late binging Saw.

They both become quite reserved and withdrawn after Total drama (I think being on the show would kind of fuck up all the contestants social skills and give them trust issues). Once they move in together they are total homebodies and spend every second together. Anytime has to go to a meeting or something Alejandro counts down the minutes until she comes home.

thank you, you are so sweet ;w;

those are really good, I actually agree with most stuff here!

the double tournaments are so goood,I love how they also got banned from it,because they are idiots

LESHAWNA AND HEATHER BESTIES SO TRUE,it'd be also funny if Heather talked to Harold while Leshawna glared at Alejandro the whole time (I also think Harold doesn't like Alejandro,so double awkwardness)

and they'd be disinvitend from most group activities, get too competive

her learning Spanish because of him is one of my faves, her doing it secretly so he doesn't know she understands him when he mutters in Spanish is really funny

also I think he'd hate horror movies too, would find them too gorey and crude for his liking but he'd still would try to watch it with her,or just sleep as she rewatches saw for the 100th time

I can totally see most of the cast developing some trust issues after the show, and I can see them preferring to stay home they would totally be attached to the hip, him counting the seconds till shes home is the sweetest thing ever he would always welcome her back home with the biggest smile on his face

[habizuh-studios]

What's your favorite Donghua?

Ahh you can't make me choose... I love the Heaven Official's Blessing Donghua, the Scumbag System Donghua, and Link Click. So... spin a wheel!

[absurdly-overpowered-astronaut]

Of Asks for morning cry or any ocs you like :D

favorite animal? why?

are they any good with numbers?

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

I don’t think I’ve shown art or talked about all of the main characters before so heres some art of them for context (the names are listed in the same order as the art. Kat first then going to the right ending with joycie)

favorite animal? why?

This was actually surprisingly hard ^^; like I know which animals I associate with them but I struggled abit with picking one animal that would be their favourite because its just not something I think alot of them have thought about but I tried my best! >:3

Kat - I don’t think he has really thought about the question but if you were to ask him he’d say cats. Because his family has cat and his preferred name is similar to the word I think he has a affection for them. I also think he relates to them on a more personal level because he gets branded as lazy alot and he’s internalised that and cats are often called lazy because we apply are human standards to them. He thinks they are silly and fluffy and yeah

Cody/Tory - jelly wish because they don’t have brains (in the conventional sense) and don’t feel pain.

Grey - blob fish. She relates to the blob fish and thinks its cute.

Morgan - Llama. Looked up what animals can’t kill you and picked the first result as her favourite/j. I think she learns more about Llamas and Sheep because of her whool based hobbies and because of knowing the most about them they become her favourites.

Tolver - ants because of their reputation as hard workers and as a masculine interest.

Alex - crows because she thinks their ability to use tools and intelligence is interesting <- one of two characters that dose not have crow symbolism and is not associated with them in story

Joycie - dogs - I think she’d pick something cute but basic like dogs. She also values loyalty and purity both things often attributed to dogs so I think that also factors into her choice.

are they any good with numbers?

This is actually a really funny question for me because I’ve been writing Kat’s math redemption arc this chapter (well was when I wrote the first draft of this ask…)

Kat - absolutely abysmal with numbers! Struggles to count can’t really grasp non-literal math mathematical concepts. He can get there with help and when things are explained and broken down in the right way but struggles greatly in general <- probably has Dyscalculia

Cody/Tory - he’s great with numbers probably the best out of the main cast but he’s the kind of person where math just clicks for him and he could not for the life of him explain it to someone else. He could calculate something really complicated perfectly but if you asked him to explain his working he would struggle. He’s tried to help Kat with his math before but they’ve both given up at this point after lessons went something like this

“First you set up your equation” <- doesn’t explain how to set up said equation

“Then you factorise the 147 and the 34” <- dose not explain why you factorise and why its those numbers you factorise or even what is or how to factorise

“Then you do the thing”

“The what-”

“You know the thing”

“???”

“Okay…Just tell me what 19 x 2 is”

“Uhhh”

“Just double it”

“Ummm”

“Count 19 up from 19”

“Yeah umm I can’t count that high”

“YOU CAN’T COUNT ABOVE 20???!!!”

Grey - she gets by. Is smarter than people give her credit for but is only really smart in areas that interest her. Scary good at some areas of math but bad to average at others she doesn’t find interesting/worth her limited time on this earth. Mostly draws in her maths book so doesn’t have much room for equations.

Morgan - can’t do anything beyond y9-10 math (she is in y12) because of single Minded focus on not dying to an unhealthy degree. She’s so consumed by how she could die horribly and awfully at any moment so dosen’t have room in her brain to or the desire to learn more.

Tolver - is great at math but mostly self taught so there is a bit of a disconnect from how he does and how it’s taught. Tolver has the most number sense out of the team before Tory joins so he manages the money and any paper work for the team and since he’s one of the earliest members of the ghost hunting association he also has/manages paper work and numbers for the full organisation sometimes. So he’s good at numbers out of necessity/to make himself useful and as a product of growing up working in the ghost hunting organisation cult thing :)

Alex - average for her age. Not especially good not especially bad. Though she does have a kinda unique way of looking at where she sees math as like a language. Equations are like sentences , symbols (+ - = < > ect) are like grammar and particles. The point of an equation is to not only get to a conclusion but to communicate an idea to another person and everyone who dose math has there own short hands and habits and tricks so there is “different dialect’s” of math like People who do hands method for multiplication of 9s and people who do minus and add to 9 method are like sub dialects and so on.

Joycie - a little above average. Good at grasping concepts , working out what a questions asking her to do and doing calculations but struggles with any change ie Hates and Complains about “the alphabet being put in math” for “no reason” and BEDMAS becoming BEMA ect. Quite the close minded individual.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

Kat - Kat swings between great and terrible self esteame. so he'd either discribe himself as incredibly competent , a good friend and helpful ect or the absolute scum of the earth. Both are exaggerations.

Cody/Tory - Tory would describe himself as a good student/son/friend and an otherwise average person. He wants to be acknowledged and affirmed as good and heavy ties this concept to his relationships so since his relationship and morality are how he defines his sense of self he’d describe himself in relation to them. He thinks very highly of himself and very lowly of himself so he’d probably describe himself as an average person otherwise to avoid presenting himself to highly or to lowly.

Tory would describe himself in a way that is less so self deprecating as much as it is minimising himself.

Grey - Grey would describe herself as a unique soul in a sea of unambiguous and boorish thinkers or something similarly self aggrandising or something similarly dramatic. She wants to be important and unique and most importantly to matter! Even after death. So she’d give herself a grand description to convince herself of her own importance and individuality. Her relationships at the start of the story are mostly obligation based or contractual so she doesn’t really care about people finding her annoying or arrogant.Her importance is in contrast to and at the expense of others so she’s describe herself not only in away that was self dramatising but also that uses the general population as her yard stick.

Morgan - not not a terrible person. She doesn’t really have any sense of self so I think if confronted with having to describe herself she’d not only give a vague and evasive answer but also an unsure one. It’s vague because she doesn’t know much about herself. She isn’t initially introspective so she’d define herself by something easy like black and white morality. Morality also ties into her feelings around safety and mental heath so I think she’d use something like that.

Tolver - he is strong leader man dude💥✨💥✨💥who always makes the rational decisions that his emotional teammates are too soft to make he is such a good team leader who is so independent and smart TM. He wouldn’t word it this brashly but this is essentially the underlying message of how he’d describe himself. Safe to say he has a very warped perception of himself and the world. He thinks he has much more emotional stability then he actually does turns out its actually repression , internalised ablism and internalised toxic masculinity. He is very dependent on others and very attached to them specially he tends to latch onto people and then idolise them. He is also not man or a dude it turns out but that will probably take him a few years post arc to come to terms with / understand being gender queer. Aside from being utterly unempathetic and self destructive he is a pretty good team leader and smart aside from the obvious and those are the only parts of the description that are even remotely true.

Joycie - joycie would describe herself as Morgans friend or the medic. She is a parallel to Morgan in the sense she obsesses over one thing to the point it’s detrimental to her sense of self and assessment/processing of the world around her. So she’d describe herself as just whatever it is she is using to define herself/she has latched onto. Because her whole sense of self is tied to being Morgans best friend and after she realises that she no longer is she then completely defines herself by being the team medic repeating the process but with a job instead of a person because a job can’t move on and leave you right? Right? You can’t lose your role in a group dynamic when the authority that provided you certainty no longer as a use for you haha yeah- umm spoilers

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

I struggled alot with this one too so its not an exhaustive list just the stuff thats easy to talk about

Kat - Kat takes alot of inspiration from people in my life and my experiences but there are very few things we have one to one the same. Like for example Kat draws on alot of my feelings surrounding gender but he is trans masc instead of NB and has a much more traditional (for lack of a better word) view on gender but I think we have/would have very different understandings of it. I think Gender is a social construct and that boxs/terms should exist for people who want them but gender should be treated and seen as more flexible and fluid but kat more so see’s himself as a boy but doesn’t really question gender beyond that. He’s be fine with/understand non-binary as a concept but he’d have a much more ridge veiw of it then I do. ie non-binary = androgynous vs Non-binary is whatever makes you comfortable.

-Kat has alot of people pleasing tendencies which he inherited from me

-kat has a very similar relationship to his parents and grandmother to what I have with my aunt , uncle and grandmother

-he likes anime

-Kat got alot of my internalised ablism + experiences as a AFAB autistic person

-difficulty understanding where you stand with someone

-The feeling like you need to punish yourself for making mistakes

-Struggling in group social dynamics 

To many things to name

Cody/Tory - internalised guilt over the mere fact of existing

-crying alot

Grey - artist among other things that are hard explain so not going to further elaborate

Morgan - mental illness struggles

-paranoia spirals

-the feeling of knowing that what you’re scared of isn’t really that bad/is irrational but you just can’t get over it no matter how hard you try

-fear of blood/difficulty dealing with or thinking about blood

-the feeling of fearing death even when you feel like you have nothing to live for

Tolver - we have things in common but in a way that is hard explain so skip

Alex -puzzle box in interest

-child neglect

-anime intreast

Joycie - attaching yourself and your identity to one person and believing that person cares about you even beyond the point that is reasonable

I would get along with - Grey / Kat / Alex / Cory / Tory / morgan / joycie

I wouldn’t get along with - Tolver (I love him as a character but I couldn’t stand him in real life)