#the scenarios yall come up with

[gnabnahcsworld]

Y’all Chris is back on bubble acting a damn fool and basically confirmed (again) he’s literally watching us…like sir tf u mean touch grass? You first loser…how can I quench my thirst if every other day ur out here acting up??? Like did u think we forgot??? Ur ass was on bubble (autocorrect keeps changing bubble to bible and ykw they’re right he needs one) JUST YESTERDAY (July 14th to be exact) acting like you have no home training and we’re the once’s who need fresh air? You just told us u were delulu (he was not joking) and we’re the one who need to get it together??? This man does not live in reality at all. WHEN I CATCH YOU CHRISTOPHER!?! I WILL BE BITING CUZ HE WAS NOT JOKING ABT WORKING OUT AGAIN

[junipernight]

Yangvik Week Day 1: Injured

@yangvikweek2024

Yangchen enveloped Kavik’s hands in water and took them in her own.

“Explain to me again where the mission went wrong?”

“It didn’t go wrong,” Kavik protested. “We got the information, and no one got caught!”

Yangchen pursed her lips. Kavik was pretty sure she’d be glaring at him if her eyes weren’t already fixed on the delicate work of healing burns. He sat very still, knee to knee with the Avatar, and let her work. 

For a moment, all was quiet, except for the muted sounds of customers drinking tea and chatting on the other side of the wall. It was crowded in the backroom of the little teahouse that Akuudan and Tayagum had opened in Ba Sing Se, especially with all seven members of the team in it (nine if you counted Pik and Pak, who were perched on Boma’s shoulders.) It would almost be cozy, having the whole team back together, if his hands didn’t feel like literal fire.

Akuudan clapped one enormous hand on Kavik’s shoulder. “We made it into the records office without any problems. But then Feishan’s guards came making the rounds, and our lookout here saw they were opening doors as they passed, which we hadn’t expected them to do. So Kavik stuck his hands into a nearby torch, and then made up a story about a rogue firebender who’d attacked him.”

The guards hadn’t even questioned the unfamiliar servant boy’s presence; he’d been dressed in the right uniform, and there was a high turnover rate in Feishan’s palace. The horrific burns had also been very convincing.

Yangchen sighed. “Was that really necessary?” 

“It was. You know what the consequences would have been if we were caught.”

“I meant, what happened to using the signal?”

Tayagum answered for him. “Our backup exit was blocked by a gaggle of court ladies shortly after we broke in. And anyway, we hadn’t had enough time yet to locate the correct documents. The whole mission would have been compromised if not for Kavik’s quick thinking.”

“I sent them on a wild pinegoose chase,” Kavik said. “I told them I was attacked by a fire bender who was 5 feet tall and one-eyed and had a shaved head. And then I said he ran towards the throne room and they booked it.”

“Do you ever come up with plans that don’t result in you injuring yourself on purpose?” Jujinta asked snidely. 

Even though Kavik and Jujinta were on much better terms these days, his old Association partner couldn’t resist getting in a jab whenever the opportunity presented itself. At least these days his weapon of choice was sarcasm instead of blades. Mostly.

“Why?” Yingsu asked. “What has he done before this?”

“When we needed to extract information about Unanimity out of his lousy brother, I stabbed Kavik, and we pretended to torture him until we got Kalyaan to talk.”

“Wow,” Yingsu said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s dark. And here I thought you were the good guys.”

Kavik and Yangchen kept their faces carefully still. Neither said anything, each still feeling guilty about the ploy for different reasons, even if it had been necessary. 

“It was his own idea,” Tayagum said, shrugging. “When we first met, I was smuggling him into Jonduri under an old crewmate's identity, but there was a last-minute change in the dock guard. We would’ve gotten caught, if this guy hadn’t purposefully ‘slipped’ and bashed his own nose in.”

“Is that why your face used to look like that?” Jujinta asked. 

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t know about that one,” Yangchen said. She stopped what she was doing so she could look Kavik in the eye. 

“The night we first met…” she began.

Kavik rolled his eyes. “I genuinely had frostbite that night, and I most definitely wasn’t aiming to get beat up by your guards. I’m not a one trick platy-pony, you guys. I don’t hurt myself everytime I run an errand. Believe it or not, I usually make a clean exit.”

“Hmmm.” Yangchen made a troubled hum in the back of her throat, and went back to healing him.

“… What kind of waterbender gets frostbite?” asked Jujinta.

Kavik’s hands were occupied, but his mouth wasn’t, and he was so incredibly tempted to spit icicles at Juji. See how he liked being subjected to surprise daggers for once.

Luckily, Akkudan spoke first. “Leave him alone, Jujinta. Frostbite is no joke. Even a firebender can get burned, even an earthbender can be crushed, and even a waterbender can succumb to the cold.” Not for the first time, Kavik wondered if there was a story behind Akuudan’s missing arm, or if he had simply been born without it. Kavik had never asked, in case it was a sore subject.

While they had been talking, the swelling in Kavik’s hands had gone down significantly, though his skin still bubbled and blistered in ways he did not like to look at. Yangchen gently set one of his hands down in her lap, so she could focus on one hand at a time for this next, more intense stage of the healing process.

“It’s always your hands,” she muttered in absent-minded annoyance. “You have such nice hands, why are you always damaging them?”

Tayagum made a strangled noise. “Nice hands?”

The question was addressed to Yangchen, but Tayagum’s expression made it clear that it was a threat towards Kavik. Any warmth the older water tribe man had cultivated for Kavik seemed to have been immediately replaced with suspicion.

The Avatar looked up in confusion. Kavik saw the moment she realized the possible implications of what she’d just said.

Boma smiled good-humoredly, “Anything we should know about?”

“I’d actually rather not hear about this, thanks,” said Yingsu.

Kavik’s face burned. Everyone noticed him turn beet red, and he noticed everyone noticing.

Yangchen spluttered. “I meant that his hands are very skillful!" Nope, that wasn’t any better. “—at sleight of hand! And- cheating at sparrow bones, and climbing, and things like that!”

Getting beat up, and cheating at tile games. Truly, Kavik had great skills that made him worthy of serving the Avatar.

Boma and Akuudan were laughing at them.

“Can we just focus on the info we stole?” Kavik snapped.

Still chortling to himself, Boma took the papers out of their folder and spread them out on the table.

The rest of the team began to read. Yangchen switched hands.

***

“Ohhh,” Jujinta said suddenly, much later. “You were implying they had sex.”

The burst of laughter and teasing and general noise that followed this statement was enough to send Pik and Pak flying.

Yangchen supposed that hiding her face in Kavik’s tunic would not help her beat the allegations.

[willowser]

aww you know, i actually really do like the idea of double boy dad bakugou 🥺

your first son being a little angel and you and katsuki are both perfectly satisfied, and then maybe another bug comes as a surprise a few years later and he turns out to be a heinous little menace — and katsuki didn't think he'd love having a brat of a child so much 🥺

[poughkeepsies]

hear me out kitchen scene is literally going to be eddie going over to buck's to let him know him and marisol broke up and hes going to be like lmao guess we're both single now still want to go go karting 🤪🥰🥳!! and bucks going to be like... about that...

@chronicowboy and I were literally discussing this exact scenario a week ago (minus eddisol break up lmao) but legitimately. legitimately I think there is a very very high chance of this happening. specifically a callback to the go karting and eddie trying to make time for buck only for buck to be like oh. I actually have plans. with tommy. and coming out to eddie

[mintedwitcher]

Been on another blocking spree today because the vibes in the tags are rancid so let me just say this real quick:

No one is "getting in the way" of buddie going canon, because buddie is not going to be canon. It's already decided. They floated the idea of a Queer Eddie arc and then dropped it, the same way they dropped the floated Eddie/Maddie storyline in season 2.

This is how writing works. Sometimes you have an idea, you try it out, and it just doesn't work. So you rewrite, you change things around, you change storylines. That is how it works.

There is no singular character or actor "getting in the way" because there's nothing to get in the way of.

You don't have to like Tommy. You don't have to like Lou. You don't have to like this arc at all. But you do not have a leg to fucking stand on when you claim that Lou/Tommy is "in the way" of a ship that is never going to be canon.

And frankly, you lost any and all credibility you could've had when you started wishing violence and death on a queer character and sent hate and death threats to the people involved in bringing that queer character back.

Ship whatever the hell you want, but don't make the mistake of thinking that your headcanons outweigh or control the writers decisions. Fandom is less than 2% of the overall audience. We are not the majority here. All you're doing with your little tantrums online is giving the fandom as a whole a bad name, and making yourselves seem unhinged and dangerous. Is that the reputation you want?

[gifti3]

What if MC had to go back home for the holidays

im only bringing this up cause ik (some of) the brothers would be like huh??? ur not gonna be here????????

an MC with a decent relationship with their family or even if they just wanna go spend time with their human friends, they would probably wanna head back for a few days you know!

so theyre like....yea sorry but ill help yall decorate tho!!

oooo other possibility... MC: i can bring one (1) of you back with me.

no way that it would end with only one person coming! everyones trying to tag along if they can lol

[kaseyskat]

1 or 31 for the prompts perhaps.. if ur doing some writing if not no pressure :-) whoever u want it to be abt !! adore ur writing

jay you have no idea what you've done to me. i've wanted to do this to sparrow for Days Now and now i have an opportunity?!?!? anyways. when does this take place? idk, not canon that's for sure! but its been in my head so bad. TW for violence

~

Everything happened so fast.

It's been days of being on their own- Nick is starting to grow tired of it. Admitting that they don't know where their dads are is frustrating, and besides, even with the growing abilities they've all manifested... well, it's dangerous here, isn't it?

Case in point: there is a man standing in front of them with a sword lit ablaze in a way that would be so fucking cool if he weren't pointing it threateningly at them, a group of five scared kids.

(Well, three scared kids and two very unimpressed twins. Nick doesn't know if he should admire their guts or be horrifically afraid for them).

"Listen, you seem like decent kids," the man says, the sword still pointed at them. His buddy is a giant of a man who sneers with teeth far too large to be fully human, hefting an equally-terrifying axe. "But you're not supposed to be here, and you've seen too much! Unfortunately, that means you gotta get axed, if you know what I mean."

"We'd like to see you try," Lark sneers in return, and the fight begins.

Nick is... still woefully unused to fighting in actual combat scenarios. While the twins and eventually Grant and even Terry took to fighting pretty quickly, he'd rather use the magic he's found himself growing more and more fond of to protect himself and his teammates, acting on the sidelines instead of charging straight in.

This is the case here as he taps his drumsticks to his belt, humming a quick melody to boost Grant as he lunges with his own axe, stepping around Terry as he focuses intensely on his stupid spellbook, flipping through the pages.

Lark and Sparrow move in tangent, per the usual. Where Lark swings with his dagger in hand, Sparrow is ducking around, casting vines at the guy's feet and flinging drops of dark liquid in his face. They're always so fun to watch, if only because they always seem to know what the other is doing.

For a moment, Nick feels guilty for only watching them when Grant is taking on the axeman in one-on-one combat. "Terry," he starts to say, his own brows furrowing as he tries to recall something, anything that might help him in this fight. "Maybe you should-"

There's a horrid squelch that cuts him off. The leader is grinning smugly, and he pulls his sword back. "One down," he gloats, and Lark shrieks.

Nick watches in horror as Sparrow crumples to the ground.

No time for thinking. "Protect them!" he yells vaguely in Terry's direction, and then he's diving forwards, his hands glowing. He might not know what to do in combat, but Sparrow had been... had been helping him with healing spells. So that I'm not the only one who can help the others, he had said, and at the time they had laughed because they'd never get hurt enough that healing them all would drain Sparrow, would they?

Lark is still fighting, a dark look in his eyes as he roars in fury, shoves back against the leader. He hasn't had a moment to catch his breath, let alone drop to the ground to check on his twin: even he knew that would be suicide at this point, which would be pointless. Instead, he directs the fight to ten, fifteen, twenty feet away, giving Nick the space to drop next to Sparrow's crumpled form.

It's bad. Nick forces past the smell of burnt flesh, shrugs his own jacket off of his shoulders - it's the only thing he can think of to use, it can be washed later! - and gingerly places a hand on Sparrow's shoulder. "This is going to hurt," he says, "probably."

Sparrow's eyes are half-lidded, dazed. He doesn't even wince when Nick wraps the jacket around him, pressing it carefully against the wound. His breathing is short and jagged, and there are tears trailing down his face slowly- it's horrible.

"Hey, hey, Sparrow, look at me," Nick whispers, and he summons his magic to his hands again, pressing one gingerly to where his jacket has started to stain dark red on Sparrow's back, holding him in place. "You're okay, see? I've got you."

Sparrow inhales, and then exhales in a shuddering sigh, and he allows Nick to pull him into his arms entirely. "The fight," he says- his voice comes out no louder than a whisper. "The others..."

Nick spares a glance upwards. Terry has finally joined the fight, and Grant defeated the axeman so all three of them are focused on the leader now.

"Don't look at them," he finally says in return, and he forces a smile, gritting his teeth as the first healing spell ends and Sparrow looks no better than before, his chest and back both bleeding still, his face rapidly losing color. "Look at me. This is what you taught me for, right?"

Sparrow's breath is wheezing now, his inhales short and raspy, his eyes glazing over. Nick's own heart beats harder and harder in his chest, and he wills another healing spell to his fingers, pressing down harder. Work, he pleads, come on, work!

"You're not dying on me today," he whispers. "Lark would kill me, and then we're both dead and what for? So... so don't give up yet. Stay with me."

Slowly, miraculously, the bleeding slows to a stop. Nick's jacket is probably ruined, but he doesn't even care if it means Sparrow's not on the verge of death anymore. At least now he can be fixed.

The sound of combat, too, slows to a stop, and then Lark is crouching next to them, his face full of fear for the first time since Nick met him. "Sparrow," he gasps, his voice strangled and also so fearful.

"Careful, he's lost a lot of blood, but the wound is mostly healed, I think?" Nick carefully peels away the jacket, revealing burnt skin and half-cauterized flesh and an incision that has only barely healed over. "I don't have much juice left in me for another healing spell, but I can try."

Lark nods, but he's not focused on Nick at all, instead taking Sparrow's hand in his own and squeezing it. "This will not be your end, brother," he says, his voice wobbling dangerously. "Now that the enemies have been defeated, Terry and Grant can find stronger healing magic for you in their supplies."

It feels like ages pass in that moment. Sparrow curled up in his arms is something Nick has been stupidly dreaming about for too long now, but not like this- not when Sparrow's breathing is still wrong, and he's so pale, trembling from the blood loss, and Lark refuses to let go of his hand, and he has a couple of nasty cuts himself that he glares at Nick for mentioning.

Eventually, though, Grant and Terry come into view, each holding vials. "We tested them," Terry explains, and he snorts, shaking his head. "I can't believe we got so lucky- the idea that they'd have healing potions on them was so far-fetched!"

"Give them here!" Lark demands, and he reaches up to snatch the vial right out of Terry's hands, immediately leaning over Sparrow to carefully let the potion drop into his mouth.

It... works. Sparrow's breathing evens out, and the wound fades a little more.

He still doesn't wake up, and his color is still too pale for Nick's liking, but he's alive and not in danger of dying anymore, and even Lark breathes a sigh of relief, still clutching his hand.

For the first time since he watched Sparrow get impaled by an actual flaming sword, Nick allows himself to slump forwards, holding Sparrow to his chest still, marveling in how he can feel each breath, each movement. I almost lost him, he realizes, his own breath sharpening into a violent inhale. Fuck.

When Sparrow wakes, Nick promises himself that he'll... confess feelings, or do something stupid, and maybe learn some actual combat spells so he's not so useless in the future.

For now? As Lark whispers reassurances to Sparrow quietly and Grant dutifully cleans up the area and Terry sets up the barest bones of a shelter... Nick sighs, and combs through Sparrow's hair, and thanks the stars and heavens that he had healing spells in the first place.

[marcmorrigan]

i rlly cannot express enough how much love i have for the death note fandom... im fairly new to it obviously but everyone has been SO NICE ABOUT MY ART OH MY GOSH. ive been in a lot of fandoms where ppl were sweet abt my work, but the level of interaction and enthusiasm i have gotten since starting to draw death note art has been like incomparable tbh... i am always so excited when yall leave nice tags and stuff bc they ARE always SO nice

[kaitlyn-pink]

Going hard on the shitposting later today when I’m free 😼

[napping-sapphic]

Proposed in the alternative for your post on running your fingers through her hair even though your joints would not be happy:

You resting on my lap or titties so I can run my fingers through your hair, content to just listen as you talk about your day or anything you're interested in. Also massaging the joints in your hand and wrist, to sooth any pain. Placing little kisses on your lips, your forehead and your hands every so often, just enjoying the feel and warmth of you. And if you're tired coaxing you to take a nap, as I continue running my fingers through your hair, soon falling asleep too.

- 🌸

Also I just adore your posts! Your rambles are so cute and the little comments in your hashtags are just extra special to read! You definitely brightened my day!

Also also (I love how you say this too!!) cutest little kitty in a blanket! Deserves all the boops (but of course boops for you as well)!

Afhdkflglsghflgl

You’re right, very shortsighted of me to not consider the many, frankly fantastic, alternatives🤔 much to ponder on

Also this reminds me because it’s kind of funny/sad/ironic but i still have absolutely NO clue whether or not massaging my joints actually helps or not because it hurts my wrists too much anytime i try to do it myself lol💀💀

And thank you!! I’m happy you like my rambles, sometimes i forget some people might actually read those😅 the tags are like a barren wasteland in my brain, it’s like i’m standing there talking at a wall meanwhile a bunch of people stand behind me clearly in earshot lol

Also very glad you like our kitty😌 she’s appreciates the love❤️❤️ thank you for the ask and all the nice words :) <333 i hope your days are going well

[rosethreeart]

tbh i wouldn’t make all of the states related to each other- like it would be pretty crazy to make alaska and florida related lmao i just think of them as living in the same (big) house

I mean like…if that’s how you view them you do you...

I don’t know what yall are missing when I say MY opinion and MY interpretation….

[zenathezee]

Usually I like my coworkers but what I do hate is when I use proper messaging etiquette and say "I have a question about this situation, here's the context, the details, where I'm confused, and what I think the answer may be" all in the original message AND THEN THEY ASK ME FOLLOW UP QUESTIONS THAT ARE ANSWERED BY THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE

Me: [thorough, all-encompassing message about the issue]

Coworker: "What's the issue?"

Me: [repeats that part of the message] "So the answer is abc?"

Coworker: "Why is this a problem?"

Me: [repeats the context part of the message] "Does abc not apply in this situation?"

Coworker: "What about xyz?"

Me: "Xyz is unrelated, this is about abc. Do I apply abc the way I would xyz?"

Coworker: "Xyz applies."

Me: [repeats the part of the message that rules out xyz] "So why would xyz apply when this is about abc?"

Coworker: [five more barely related questions that]

Me: [has literally no further information because I put everything I know in the original message so I'm paraphrasing as many ways as possible while continuingly asking for an answer because I can't do my job until I get it] "So the answer isn't abc?"

Coworker: "Oh. Yes. Abc is the right answer, do that."

WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

[foxpunk]

im sorry, did yall think that the people paying migrant workers illegally low wages and putting them to work in dangerous weather conditions to pick your vegetables drew the line at only employing adults

[mx-paint]

Some of y'all need to learn what the fuck boundaries are because it is *no way* good for you to be genuinely frothing at the mouth that a teenager in your latest fandom doesn't ship your ship and simply blocking you over it

[gifti3]

I was trying to do a little catch up in nightbringer

I finished lesson 20 and they like joke(?) about moving to the human world and staying at the MCs home if they cant stay in the devildom

And i just wanna seriously consider the logistics of MC trying to house 7 other people

Most of us are probably living with other people (who may not be okay with sharing a space with so many strangers suddenly) and/or dont have a giant sized place

And this is assuming the mc is staying at a house and not an apartment....

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 1: Xenophilia/Oviposition

Warnings: 18+ smut, dry humping, dirty talk about alien sex

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie tells you why alien sex is so much better. Maybe he can even show you.

A/N: Decided to join kinktober fun because why not so I’ll be posting to catch up . Posting something risky and weird on the main so lemme know what yall think

You’ve known Eddie to be quite stranger ever since the day you met. It was evident considering the differences in your friend circles. He is a pop culture nerd and you’re the popular cheerleader. Somehow, his weird vibes were able to pull you in, unafraid of the odd rumors associated with him. Hell, you took it as a challenge then. But you’d soon come to fall in love with one another, appreciating the differences as it made teaching each other all the more exciting.

But you’d say the best part of being with Eddie is that neither of you had to hide any of your most intimate and sometimes down-right bizarre secrets from one another.

Like when Eddie learned of your secretly nerdy enjoyment of stargazing and tracking celestial events, he’d purchased a telescope for you where he’d spent the night listening to you explain away the galaxy. And like as of now, when you learned of your boyfriend’s alien sex fantasies while watching the new Alien movie.

You’d noticed the way he shifted in his seat during the movie, adjusting himself in his jeans. You playfully questioned him and he was a mess of stutters and stammers.

“It’s fucked, I know,” He says, avoiding your eyes and twisting a lone ring around his thick finger. “Bet you think I’m a real fucking freak.”

“I mean, I do think you’re a freak,” You say, bringing his face back up to yours. “But that’s exactly what I like. So…if you could have alien sex…how exactly does that work?”

“W-well, there are like some sex toys to make it happen.”

“And the whole egg implanting thing? Is that like when you creampie?” You ask excitedly.

His cheeks grow redder, coughing in embarrassment. “No—So like there are these gelatin egg kits that you can purchase at a sex shop. And they’d get deposited inside through sex and would eventually melt inside you—o-or any person for that matter not just you, of course. I’ll just use us as an example for clarification. But it’s only a fake scenario. Totally not real. For shit and giggles. Hypothe—

“I get it, babe,” You impatiently interrupt. “Get on with it.”

“Right,” He swallows. “So, imagine me wearing this cock sleeve thing that’ll look pretty gnarly because it’ll look kind of like a blue tentacle with all these ridges and bumps—

You raise an eyebrow, teasing. “Oddly specific.”

“Y-Yeah but it’s only to help with the visuals. Not because I have one. Psssh, what?” He says with a anxious high-pitched tone, eyes shifting side to side.

“Mhm,” You say, moving from your spot on the couch to sit in his lap. “Anyway, so back to you naked and wearing that little toy. Will the gelatin eggs be in it already?”

“They would. Then, I’d have to lube up the toy so you can take it. I’d get real nice and slick to the point where it’s dripping like slime just so we’re on the safe side.” He says, letting his hands glide up your thigh, lifting your skirt a little higher.

“Ooo, it’s that big?” You gasp, rocking back and forth against his growing erection. Every now and then, the tip would slip either between your clothed wet core or your soft thighs.

“Uh-huh,” His face in your neck, planting light kisses. “Or maybe you’re just that tight.” He emphasizes the last word while gripping and kneading the inner fat of your thighs.

“Then, what happens?” You mewl.

“Then, I’d stick it deep, deep, deep inside you.” He groans into your ear.

“Would you still be able to feel my warm walls around you? Feel clenching around you so you’d stay inside me?”

“That toy is specifically meant to give you pleasure,” He breathes hotly. “No, I won’t get to feel your tight, wet pussy directly around me. But I’d get pleasure enough seeing your face when I plant my seeds in you. You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you, babygirl?”

“Yes, fuck, why do I want that so badly?” You take his hand to place over one breast. Through the thin fabric of your shirt and bra, he quickly locates your pebbled nipple and plucks at it repeatedly.

“Because I just taught you how great monster sex can be.” His teeth sinks into your earlobe.

“You mean there’s more than just alien sex?”

“Mhm, I can show you.” He says, loving that he’s corrupting a girl like yourself.

“Yes, please, master. Show me more.”