#this is my HC and I am sticking to it

[starflungwaddledee]

night flight on the frozen ocean ❄️

[damian-lil-babybat]

"Eventually, I will no longer drown from the overflowing of an empty cup"

Pre-Morrison Talia would be the kind of love poets would write for.

Talia al Ghul, with all her history, faults, and flaws, have no means to have had so much love for the people she cherish. But she does...she does.

"We are immortals, Habibi. When others say they love forever, they lie. But we don't have the same luxury. For people like us, forever means eternity, beyond death and even after. It is a curse, my heart. Our curse. For such promise meant to taint such noble feelings— And yet, I will never apologize for loving you."

"Boy Wonder" (2024) #4 by Juni Ba.

[lunicaell]

pov Lyney is catching feelings for you

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

this is a tiny pet peeve but i think its kinda odd that people seem to like. forget, or maybe just neglect to take into account, that yellow, for whatever reason (whether he's an alt universe john or a fresh piece of this universe's KIY that kayne went and ripped off) has ALSO been trapped in the dark world prior to being with arthur and has exactly as many Feelings about it. this is a very load bearing character trait imo

[circusk]

just spent HOURSS!!!!! of my day . making fop family tree. its got 63 people rn uhmmm yeah

i think i have everyone . maybeee missing a cousin or two idk

[radioroxx]

remembers my isat tattoo hcs from one million years ago

[lavender-temult]

why do baby otohan’s colors look like fuckign TOOTHPASTE in this version 😭😭😭

[starofmourning]

Day 1 of characters in the colors of their flags for Pride Month

Dimentio // Cinthean (hc)

[ask-grian]

(thats it, your going in the soup (positive) your now one of the ask blogs i interact with frequently) why would it be cursed? its just a creepy moon necless we found in my best friends office after he died. it has a weird glow.... but anyway! im glad your day is well, what are you having for supper? -@archivist-of-the-void-institute

E- Excuse me? Died? You can't just gloss over that-

[akkivee]

stage gentaro is just letting his imagination run wild in this particular scene lmao but if ramuda was spliced from nayuta theory is real, what are the chances nayuta is currently 44 years old lol

[ratcandy]

I have a question that's been bugging me since I read musings! I'm sure it's probably obvious, but- was Sozo already being infected with cordyceps before or after he ate the Menticide mushrooms?

Ik his rlly bad itch were from cordyceps spores, but I have been curious if him eating the Menticide mushrooms worsened that process (ie would he have been fine but the Menticides somehow ALSO rooted in him) or was it jusr purely him getting hooked on the drug?

Sozo was infected before he ever ate the menticide! The cordycep spores are airborne, so the moment they touched his exoskeleton, they just had to extend hyphae inside that was It For Him.

aka He was pretty much doomed the moment he set foot in Anura

BUT eating the menticide certainly did not help matters!! I think the Menticide either 1) Is the cordyceps-adjacent thing, and is an opportunistic pathogen (capable of living without a host but will infect if given a chance). So it infected him via spores but ALSO screwed him over upon ingestion, OR 2) Was just drugging the shit out of him as he ate it which didn't do wonders for allowing his body to fight off the cordyceps, AND/Or, 3) The cordyceps and menticide have some sort of mutualistic symbiosis going on

In Musings I sort of hinted that this is something menticide/the cordyceps (if separate things) only does to insect folk, hence why followers/the Mushroomos themselves are not infected. And also hence why there aren't many insect folk present in Anura.

(Though I know there is at least one insect follower form,,, and they probably should also suffer pretty bad, but this is why I also suggest perhaps the menticide and cordyceps are different - though perhaps mutualistic - organisms? Because if the insect followers can eat them/be near them but remain uninfected, that may be due to them not being in Anura, and therefore not getting Got by the cordycep airborne spores)

For mutualism I think the cordyceps cause their host to start eating the menticide, which seems to thrive upon being eaten, which then also allows the cordyceps to better infest its host. Which would explain why we revive Sozo via the parasite on his head (the cordyceps) but he returns to "normal" when deprived of Menticide. Like he's still infested by the parasite but he's not Drugged anymore

Does that make sense? I hope so I'm answering this in the middle of class and my ideas are sort of cluttered and not solidified, though I can say for 100% certainty my intention in Musings was that he was already infected before eating the Menticide

[sysig]

Can love 😍💕💞❤️ bloom 🌻🌼🌹🌷💐 on the 🤜💥 battlefield?? (Patreon)

[martianbugsbunny]

That's How He Knows He's Yours (A Lokius Fic)

Would you like a little bit of self-indulgent Lokius to heal from the finale? You would?!?! Good!! Because I just so happen to have some! *opens green coat to reveal a fic* All the context you need, which is little to none, is in the fic, so just read on and enjoy and patch up your little broken heart!!!

The TVA was having a party.

That wasn’t really the important thing, but it was interesting anyway. Mobius couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a party—but they needed to keep their spirits up after finding out that their entire lives were, in fact, lies, so a party it was. Every sector was having its own shindig, because the TVA was immense, and all of the employees couldn’t have fit in a single room if they’d been threatened with death to do it.

Well, anyway, the important thing was that Mobius wasn’t going alone. He’d convinced Loki that it would be more fun to go together than to go separately, or not to go at all.

The other important thing was that Mobius had offered to braid Loki’s hair, which had grown considerably longer than it had been the first time they’d met, and that Loki had taken him up on it.

He’d spent hours studying both Jotun and Aesir braiding styles—not just the actual construction, but also the meaning behind them. In the end he’d picked the Jotun style that signaled “I’m taken” because it was beautiful, and because he was pretty sure Loki didn’t know enough about his own culture to know what it meant himself, so Mobius could convince himself it wasn’t that much of a presumption.

“I’m not so sure about this suit,” Loki said, patiently waiting as Mobius brushed his hair before twisting it together. “The gold stripes are a bit much, don’t you think?” “What happened to the guy who used to strut around wearing gold armor and a cape?” Mobius teased, beginning the first braid. Left under the middle, right under the middle, he muttered to himself.

“I’ve been wearing your boring TVA clothes for months,” Loki said. “The drab must’ve rubbed off on me.”

Mobius rolled his eyes. The truth was, he was outside his own comfort zone in a fancy suit. His didn’t have metallic pin-striping on it like Loki’s did (because it was a bit much, although Loki wore it well) but it was black, and a much sharper cut and a much more dashing style than he was used to wearing. He’d been just an analyst in a plain brown suit for centuries, and now here he was all dressed up like he thought he was Prince Charming or something.

He tried to focus more on the different strands of dark hair in his hands than on the way his fingertips brushed against Loki’s temples as he gathered new locks to add to a braid.

He failed.

As he began to pin the completed braids up using glittering golden hair pins, he tried to focus more on not stabbing Loki’s  scalp than on the brush of his hands against the nape of Loki’s neck.

He failed.

Loki was built like a prince, Mobius sometimes caught himself thinking. It didn’t matter if it was princedom of Asgard or of Jotunheim. There was an elegance in the set of his shoulders, in the movements of his hands as he wielded his magic, and a determination in the curve of his back and the way he stepped, that was just plain regal. Gold, like the simple rings he was wearing that night and the hair pins Mobius had found for him and the single slim chain around his neck, seemed to have been built into the cosmos for no reason other than to have Loki wear it.

That was waxing poetic. Mobius didn’t do that often—only for Loki and Jet Skis. What could he say, they were both remarkable singularities in the universe.

He finished setting the last braid into place, nestled among the others like a crown across the top of Loki’s head. “All done, puss,” he said, patting Loki on the shoulder.

Loki’s head turned slightly to the side at the use of the nickname, and Mobius could just see a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Do I dare look?” he asked.

“I didn’t mess it up that bad,” Mobius said. Loki chuckled and got up from the floor in front of Mobius’s couch to go check his appearance in the mirror on the other side of the room.

Mobius could see the reflected green eyes widening as he caught sight of himself. For some reason Mobius’s heart was in his throat.

“I didn’t know you knew how to do this,” Loki said.

“What, braids?” Mobius managed to speak past his racing pulse. “It’s not that hard.” (It was, actually, quite hard, but learning it for Loki had made it seem easier.)

“No. The Jotun style.” That quick pulse stopped altogether. Mobius sat there, stock still, feeling very much like he was going to throw up if Loki didn’t break the sudden silence.

He turned from the mirror to look Mobius in the eyes properly. He was smiling, his eyes glittering beneath the faint liner he’d applied earlier that evening and a light dusting of shimmery white eyeshadow. “Seems the pussycat has caught himself a guilty little mouse,” he said, his voice sultry and honey-smooth, dripping into Mobius’s soul. “You didn’t realize I knew what these braids meant,” he stated. There wasn’t a hint of doubt on his face.

“You caught me,” Mobius said. He was impressed with himself for being able to get any words out at all, with Loki’s gaze focused on him like that.

“I’m taken, am I?”

Now Mobius found himself entirely unable to speak. What could he say, after all, other than "we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you don’t mind when I call you ‘puss’ and I catch you staring at me sometimes in a way nobody ever has"? It seemed stupid even in his brain. None of that meant he and Loki were…whatever he’d been subconsciously thinking they could be when he’d picked the style.

Loki walked back across the room, a new sway in his hips that Mobius was positive hadn’t been there before, and sat down on the couch to lean directly into Mobius’s personal space. For a long moment, far too long, far too breathless, he simply studied Mobius’s face, as though he could see everything single thought that had ever crossed his mind.

“We’ll see about that when we get back from the party,” he said finally, gaze flicking briefly down to Mobius’s lips. “Maybe you’re the one who’s going to be…taken.”

He crossed into that last bit of personal space and pressed their lips together, his touch surprisingly light, stunningly tender, as one arm came up to drape across Mobius’s shoulders and draw him even closer.

“Don’t be so sure of yourself, puss.” Mobius finally found his tongue again after the kiss (although in a few moments, he was sure the cat would have it) and flirted back, laying a hand on Loki’s thigh. “You’re the one with the fancy hairstyle to prove it.”

As Loki laughed, Mobius captured his lips in another kiss, just as soft as before but oh-so-many leagues more passionate, and he thanked his lucky stars he’d been fool enough to pick a Jotun way to call Loki his.

[illithilit]

I've been thinking about Gith and their reproduction to try and make sense of it, ESPECIALLY since Githzerai live in a completely different society but work in the same ways. Thus, I have decided the following

Obviously, it's not controlled in a biological sense by Vlaakith, or else the Githzerai would have died out a long-ass time ago. ( They live in Limbo, which has regular aging in case you didn't know. ) It is, however, controlled by her in the sense that she dictates who's allowed to breed, when, and with whom. This is managed by the fact that no living being can get pregnant in the Astral, and it's by her word alone that her warriors and mothers travel to and from the Material.

And I know what you're thinking, then; surely they'd have an inkling of who their parents are based on who comes and goes from certain creches at certain times, but the answer is no thanks to one specific fact: like sharks, Gith can have children from multiple partners in a single clutch, and there are multiple shu'kyani laying clutches at one time.

Gith generally only have 1-4 eggs at a time, though there are instances of more being produced at once with about the same rarity as humans.

Vlaakith does actually keep written record of genealogy, so that inbreeding isn't an issue. Though they have no true way of knowing who the father is, so a list of possibilities is kept.

Being allowed to be one of the mature males stationed in a creche is actually also considered both a privilege and a responsibility; on one hand, you've been allowed to potentially father some of the next generation, but on the other, it does mean you will age while you serve your deployment. And mind you, Vlaakith is v specific in her placements of her male warriors and shu'kyani for the specific reason that people will fuck people other than who they're told to bc that's just humanoid nature really.

Reproduction in Githzerai society isn't at all treated like a fucking dog breeding program, and they do generally know who their blood relations are for that reason. That said, it's something that they take v seriously, so not only are bad parents highly frowned upon and not allowed to continue beyond initial notice, it's just generally p rare for them to even have children without wanting them in the first place, but in the second, it's not culturally normal to see bad parents anyway. The accidental or unwanted children that do happen are almost always given to a specialized monastery that tends to them and gives them to parents who want to adopt -- all considered v normal.

Babies of only half Gith descent are technically possible, but are generally difficult to conceive, and thus quite rare. It's easiest among other races that also lay eggs for obvious reasons, but is semi plausible with those that don't -- though miscarriages / egg death, and lowered or no fertility is common in such lineages. The exception to that rule is elves or humans, thanks to the Gith having once been members of both race; though still difficult for couples of any combination of said races to have offspring together, they don't suffer the same issues with viability and fertility.

[radioroxx]

mimic thoughts tonight oooughhhgh

[heartate]

i just think ahri should date a vampire and they should drink her blood and like. teehee.