#tnott

[burnnouts]

👑 + I know you're not feeling Marvel much these days, but if the bug ever bites you again, I think you could write a fantastic Victor von Doom

SEND ME 👑 + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE !

oooh this is such an interesting one! I really enjoyed Doom in the Iron Man 2015-2017 ish comic era, but I would need to do so much more research into his comic history. That said, reading more Doom comics has been on my to-do list for forevvvvverrrr, so this would be such good motivation!

Anyone have any fc recs??

WOULD I: MAYBE

HAVE I EVER BEFORE: NO 

[svjetllost]

“ You’d never truly believe that I’d betray you, would you? I mean I never have, and I don’t appreciate the accusation, Nott. ”

@tnott liked for a short starter.

[terrifiesthem]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SKY!!!!

dont mind me im just SOBBING

[sorrythatwasmean]

👫 (murder-popsicle)

(Five years later... 👫 - holds my muse’s hand)

The news said the quinjet wreckage was found in the ocean. The reports speculated it was the one Hulk had used to flee Sokovia. Others said it may have simply fallen from it.

Bruce doesn't remember any of that. He remembers waking up alone, half-naked in his Avengers A- branded stretchy pants, still aching and still tired, covered in sand and shivering. He buried his phone in the sand. The point was to disappear.

He remembers Natasha's lips pressing against his. He remembers she shoved him away. He remembers betrayal and falling and fury burning mixed with fear.

Falling. And forgetting he would be fine in that moment when the world was no longer beneath his feet. He remembers rushing air and a rush of pain as Hulk burst through him.

He remembers she chose the mission over what he wanted.

He forgave her anyway. She didn't know that, but that wasn't the point. She'd done what she thought was right. And even if he could be angry with her for it, he couldn't hate her for that.

He wound up in a European hostel somewhere. His Russian was understandable if clumsy. The lab assistant who was suppose to stop the gamma bomb test years ago had been a Russian spy. He hadn't known that. He thought learning Russian from him was just friendly bonding, not a ploy to gain his trust and his research.He'd understood the science. And having anyone understand him besides Aunt Susan, cousin Jen or Betty Ross had been rare.

It had been nice.

He left the hostel early in the morning. They--whoever they were--waited until he passed an alley and pulled him into it, slamming him against a wall.

Bruce's eyes glowed green and they called him a mutant freak and landed another blow. Fuzzily, he thought gamma mutate not a mutant. Another kick. Bruce fell to the ground and tried to breathe. He needed to get up. He needed to run away before more than just his eyes turned green.

He heard a thud and then a second one. And he lifted his head. His attackers were on the ground. A woman was extending a hand. He took it.

"Doctor Banner."

"Just Bruce..."

"Whoever you are,"she said. "We should go."

@murder-popsicle

[oftomorrow]

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

1 - Clark is a leap day baby! Sort of. His official adoption date, which he celebrates as his birthday, is February 29, 1980.

2 - Clark isn't the best fighter, on a technical level. He's good, but not spectacular. On an even playing field without any powers, a good chunk of the Justice League could probably take him.

3 - Clark floats in his sleep sometimes.

details about OCs (accepting)

[grimmusings]

➹ + Tilila Oulhaj

Answered here! 📸

[gallowsheart]

➹ + Tilila Oulhaj

@tnott

Amina Ahmed, daughter of the top luxury resort developer in Morocco and popular social media influencer. Fresh off a business degree from Oxford University, her plan is to take her family's brand international.

[mutant-advice]

cant tell if u the mod think mutini is a good person or not

mutinis liek. moral vibe is in that super weird spot where liek logicall sepakign yu KNOW this is a mass murderer who killed litereally hundreds of ppl. but liek when you taelk to them shes liek whimsical/silly enough that you ALMOST forget that if she rlly wanted to she could track down & kill you before the sun rose without losing a bit of sleep. jsust another kill added to the cull count.

[bccksmarts]

HONESTLY, THIS IS EXACTLY MY M O O D

I'm just checking for reblogs, asks or new moots and I see those and I just.............

at the s.taff sometimes... I know they're doing their best but good god

[mar3ggiata]

i’m writing chapter one for TNOTT and my first personal headcanon for simon is that after being with eva for a while he started learning italian.

it started with small things he picked up on, she often ended sentences with ‘dai’ especially when she was annoyed. it meant, ‘come on’. the first time he said ‘dai’ to her she was so shocked she went non verbal for 10 minutes. it worked, she immediately calmed down.

he learned some more, he learned ‘ascolta’ which meant ‘listen’.

he learned ‘fidati’ which meant ‘trust me’.

she taught him the translation of his name. Simone.

as their relationship evolved he became quite fluent, he could understand everything she was saying as long as it wasn’t dialect. he didn’t have a perfect accent, but he learned quickly. he picked up on the vocabulary, how to say kitchen, how to say bedsheet and washing machine. she was always so happy and her heart melted at the sound of her 6’2 massive, scary boyfriend telling her ‘come sei bella, amore mio’. She would call him Simo. abbreviation of his brand new italian name.

the whole reason why he started learning it properly was, yes, cause eva was sick and tired or always communicating in english, but more so cause she spoke italian during sex. it was the hottest thing he had ever heard, she didn’t even register she was switching languages most of the times, too overwhelmed to care. she would moan strange words into his neck, every time he would move and thrust inside her a surprised ‘o-oh dio!’ would escape from her lips. ‘amore, di più…’ she would whimper. he was dying to know what she said.

so he learned. and he replied in italian in bed.

you best believe he never used english pet names again. only ‘amore’…

[burnnouts]

@tnott said “So the expert on all of this is… you?” (for Sirius from Theo)

"Yep." Sirius spread his arms out in mock celebration. "Welcome to the Headquarters of Magical Objects, and the answers to all the burning questions of your heart's content, granted that it's stored in that filing cabinet there, and relates to something no one in all the ministry actually gives a damn about." He gestured to a nearby cabinet so dusty, it was clear no one had cared to open it in years.

Two decades ago, Sirius would have considered himself the goddamn expert of the whole fucking universe. Yes, he'd been a cocky prick, but he'd had good reason for it--he'd been good, damn good. He and James hadn't just been popular in the social scene alone; they'd been top of their class. Sirius had gotten top grades in all of his OWLs and NEWTS without trying, and he'd managed to become an animagus when he was only fifteen years old, when many grown wizards couldn't pull it off. So yes, once upon a time, Sirius Orion Black had been full of promise, a rising star in the wizarding world.

And then came the war. And prison. And another god damned war. He was twenty-two when he was locked up, thirty-four before he'd managed to escape, and thirty-eight by the time the war was over and his name cleared. By that age, most people had at least some idea what they'd been put on this earth to do, but Sirius had spent the last year or so shuffling around from one job to the next in the Ministry. They had all been easy enough to get; the Ministry owed him a debt, after all. Twelve years of false imprisonment, it turned out, was worth a job or two, so Sirius tried them all, quitting after only a few short weeks.

And that was how he'd come to work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. It had been a good enough excuse to get paid for taking apart the things he already cared about: like his motorcycle, or Arthur's car. He'd long been interested in muggle technology--in muggle anything, really, that might have pissed off his parents. Now, however, they had him digging up old muggle artifacts that had been cursed and placed in museums across the country: old devices from the Roman era and Medieval Europe. Some of it had been cursed long ago with anti-theft charms and the like, but some had some pretty nasty curses, the sort of thing his parents might have concocted, and the sort of thing he'd unearthed in his family home, Number 12 Grimmauld Place, a hundred times over.

So maybe, in a manner of speaking, he was an expert. He slumped back into his office chair--he was still surprised he had an office in the first place--and threw his boots up onto the desk, crossing his arms behind his head. "What can I do you for?"

[svjetllost]

Severus would never see himself as someone capable of providing comfort. As with most things, that too was a skill, one that you would need to be taught growing up, and like many others, he had not been. It felt awkward, a jittery sort of feeling where he felt unlike himself, fidgety. Not that it was obvious, or too obvious to anyone else, but he could feel it. Just under the skin, a desire to push away and be somewhere else. But there would be no one else, no other adult that would be able to help her. If this could be called helping.

He had had an elf bring them tea and sandwiches. The tall windows of the potion lab are open, letting the cool air, mingle with a brewing potion in the corner. “ Do you have anyone you trust among your housemates? ” Slytherins were a loyal bunch, to each other, but true trust was not something that easily came to any of them. If she had some kind of support here at school, Severus would feel like that would be the best thing to focus on. He could be supportive, but a true friend, that is something that everyone needed, at least one. One is more than enough, as long as they are as loyal to you as you are to them.

for @tnott from starter call / accepting.

[terrifiesthem]

Somebody sent this to me and I thought it was an interesting question, so I'm passing it on!

List three honest flaws your muse has and talk about how those flaws make them problematic.

,,,,, minus being a serial murderer????

i kid i kid. he actually really does have a LOT of problematic flaws. his black and white thinking, for instance. there's hardly any error for any greyness in his lifestyle. it's pretty brutal and he doesn't really account for all the actions and situations that some criminals and their lives have gone through that forced them into where they are today.

another flaw is how he treats people in general. he pushes and pushes and pushes people away in order to be and stay alone. not wanting people to get close to him while he simultaneously feels the need to protect those he considers family with all he is. which could be a good thing- but it comes back around to the "i'm not yours to save" kind of thing. leaving those who care about you for weeks or months just to turn around and be almost overly protective with those same people isn't the best thing.

ALSO HIS TRAUMA. bro needs therapy with him and his emotional constipation. that's the source of all contention. but yknow, murder's at least free unlike therapy i guess?

[bccksmarts]

   ❝Please,❞ She spoke then, answering about the tea. What better way to have a discussion like this than with tea? It always helped ease the air, subtle sips were just the relaxing sort. And it would absolutely help with this. It wasn't that she disliked Theodora, no, it was just... well... strange. Very, very strange. They were school rivals, after all, so Merlin knows how being colleagues will be.

   But it seemed like it was going well thus far. No slurs, terrible words—just respect between two grown women, really. A smile etched on the curly haired witch's lips, ❝Well, in a sense, I'd say you'd be right, though Arithmancy really is more my field. We did do a Defence Against the Dark Arts club, but that was only because Umbridge was utterly useless.❞ Her eyes rolled, the memory alone left a sour taste in her mouth. The tea would fix that. ❝Harry did most of the work, though. Someone had to give him a push or he just wouldn't have.❞ Which was true. Harry was a good leader if given the opportunity and that bit of help.

   ❝Perhaps we could change that this year.❞ She suggested with a raise of her brow, hiding now underneath her fringe, ❝I believe anyone can cast one, even with the newest of a fond memory. I reckon we'll be in with a lot more good than bad this year, so it could be an opportunity. If you're up to it, that is.❞

"Well, thank you for expressing such faith in me," Theo said, a little surprised by Hermione's kind words. “I know the historian old guard still view me as a bit of a nutter. And I will admit, I never really dreamed of teaching when I was young. But I love history, and it’s always pained me to know how poorly-educated on the subject so many people are.”

That was thanks in no small part to Cuthbert Binns’ ineptitude as a teacher, not to mention the various headmasters who had allowed him to remain at his post for so long. Someone had to teach history to the students at Hogwarts in the right way, so that Wizarding society could learn from the past and stop repeating the same stupid mistakes. Theo didn’t know if she was the person best suited to the job, but she was willing to try.

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, with a smile that was only a little uncertain at the corners. Maybe this would be bearable after all. Hermione didn’t seem hostile, just awkward. And awkward was something Theo could understand. That was how she felt right now, as well.

“I have plans to change things,” she said. “And you have the same for your subject, I’m sure. After all, different teachers bring different methods to the classroom -- and to the library. Though I have to say, I would have expected you to take the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, if I'd been told to guess. The rumor was that you helped Potter run quite the Defense Against the Dark Arts club in the lead-up to our OWLs – right under Umbridge’s nose. Luna Lovegood told me that Potter taught you all the Patronus Charm in that year. I can’t summon a Patronus, and I’m thirty-three.”

It was, she felt, her greatest failing as a witch. She could perform any number of spells without a struggle, but no matter how hard she tried with the Patronus Charm, she had never managed to produce more than an indistinct mist. It seemed that her memories simply weren’t happy enough.

[oftomorrow]

Top five Clark/Superman quotes, any media

ask my top 5 / top 10 anything (accepting)

"I'm just a guy from a small town that wants to do the right thing." — The Death of Superman

"I really do believe that we're all put here on this Earth, or whatever planet we're put on, to be better than we think we can. To be kind, helpful, generous, and forgiving." — Lois & Clark

"It’s not about where you were born or the powers you have or what you wear on your chest. It’s about what you do." — no clue

"I may have been conceived out there in the endless depths of space… but I was born when the rocket opened, on Earth, in America. […] Krypton bred me, but it was Earth that gave me all I am. All that matters. It was Krypton that made me Superman… but it is the Earth that makes me human!" — The Man of Steel

"Superman is what I can do. Clark is who I am." — Lois & Clark

[chaotiicgoods]

TEN FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM TEN DIFFERENT FANDOMS.

Locke Cole - Final Fantasy

Hermione Granger - Wizarding World

Ezio Auditore - Assassin’s Creed

Kerry Eurodyne - Cyberpunk 2077

Finnick Odair - The Hunger Games

Ciri of Cintra - The Witcher

Peter Parker - Marvel

Fenris - Dragon Age

Kaidan Alenko - Mass Effect

Midna - The Legend of Zelda

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