#tremples

[fieriframes]

[The door creaks open, letting in a cold breeze from the outside. A pie sits on the counter, steam rising, the filling a deep crimson. Coffee brews in the corner, its scent mixing with the air, thick and warm. Fries glisten under the lights, each one crisp and waiting for greep. The burger slorps, its bun slightly blorched, dripping with glibber sauce. Milk shakes tremples, frothing as it spircles into the droken cup. Pancakes droonsh, their edges crandled in syrupy weel. Spoons clinked, their shilker echoing through the glimber room. Frulfs and greepers twilt above, chondering in the meep. Drith slornak, bleef gromzen plorvix venkla, trodel mak.]

[acathea]

turns out that if i dont play ffxiv for more than a month i start seeing demons

[autobot2001]

His Fear

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction fandom: Transformers Rating: T Warning: Poor mental health PairingL None Description: Crosshairs is in a poor mental state from Ratchet's lecture. Note; this continues after day 28. I'll add the links on day 28.

@juneofdoom day 23; trembling + alt; "Please don't leave me."

Drift isn’t sure what to do. Even in the centuries of war, he’s never seen Crosshairs like this. Drift: Jasmine, there’s a problem. Drift is worried about what Crosshairs could be thinking. He’s uncertain of how Jasmine can assist but desires her presence.

Jasmine can’t believe what she’s seeing. She sees why Drift is concerned. We might have to get Rung. Jasmine believes. “Crosshairs? It’s me, Jasmine. You’re ok.” Jasmine is also worried about Drift’s anxiety at seeing Crosshairs like this. She is careful while trying to get Crosshairs to respond to her.

Jasmine had to get Rung involved. The psychiatrist is troubled by the events. Noting he’ll have to talk to Ratchet later and in a few days. Also, he’ll need to get both Crosshairs and Drift to talk to him.

The three don’t realize that in place of Crosshairs feeling emotionally numb, he thinks about what Ratchet says, worried about losing most of his family. He worries only Lightning will be with him since she’s his sister while Drift And Jamie are his friends that he considers family. “He’ll be all right, but I think staying here until dinner is wise,” Rung tells Drift. Jasmine and Rung leave. Crosshairs and Drift sit in silence. Crosshairs continues to think about Ratchet’s lecture.

“Please don’t leave me,” Crosshairs suddenly says. Drift looks at Crosshairs, confused. He sees the fear in Crosshairs’ eyes. Ratchet should’ve let me talk to Crosshairs when he’s in a better state. Drift realizes. “We’ve been friends for centuries, I’m not going anywhere.” Drift hugs Crosshairs, feeling him tremble. He needs to get Crosshairs to relax. Drift lies on the couch and pulls Crosshairs on him. Ensuring Crosshairs’ head is on his chest. He suspects Crosshairs will find this action weird once relaxed, but Drift knows this works.

[spotsupstuff]

Do you think tink and aid would get along? Or would tink make a rude comment about runner and cause a brawl

have u ever seen a pissed off marmot... cuz yeah, Tinkerer would either give Runner a stink eye or hiss at him for being too energetic/chaotic and Aid would turn into a pissed off marmot n try to mess her up. the smaller they are the more vicious they are

[midnightcrw]

Breathless

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

Summary: Being back at home after a mission

a/n: Did I just write this while I was in math class? Yes, I did. By the way, this is my first time writing smut, which is the reason why this isn't my best work

Simon spreads your legs, his hands holding you open as he plants open-mouthed kisses up your thigh, making you tremple at the feathery touch of his lips.

You want to close your eyes, but you can't. It's impossible to take your eyes off of him as you watch his every move with bated breath.

Simon works his way up, until he finally kisses your cunt, right over your clit, not wanting to give you pleasure just yet.

His eyes look up at you, contemplating if he should make you beg for it. But you've been such a good girl and it wouldn't be fair to you. After all, you haven't seen him for a whole month while he was on a mission.

He licks into you, still watching to see the way your face contorts at the touch of his tongue on your sensitive bud.

Your eyes fall shut, a tiny gasp leaves your mouth. You missed his touch while he was away and he was wanted to give you every single bit of it.

Simon huffs out a small laugh, making you whimper as you feel his breath between your legs and his fingers begin to run down the side of your thigh while he holds your other leg open.

Then, without further warning, he begins to devour you like a man starved. This draws a reaction from you, your hands flying to Simon's head to grab his hair as a loud moan leaves your parted lips.

Your vision is blurred, unable to see him in pleasure, and just as you were getting used to the feeling, you then feel him sucking on your clit, his tongue lapping against it.

Simon's hand moves from your thigh to your ass, using it to pull you further into his face, wanting to taste all of you. You arch your back in pleasure and you feel as if you have never seen him this content before. Always so stoic and serious, he seems positively elated now, holding on to you as if he never wants this moment to end.

You tug at his hair as another moan escapes from you, making him groan.

Releasing his grip on your ass, his hand comes up and takes your free hand in his, interlocking your fingers together and pinning them to the bed.

"Such a good girl," he says, slightly pulling his head back, leaving your dripping cunt untouched.

This makes you whimper, head rolling back, crushing the pillow even more. "Si, please," you say breathlessly.

He continues what he started, but this time he brings his free hand up to push his finger inside you.

The feeling of his long fingers taking you by surprise, stretching your walls, making you feel full after a long time.

He fucks it in and out of you for a moment before curling it up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, over and over again, until the only thing you can do is moan and squirm beneath him.

You're already completely overstimulated and it only gets worse when he adds a third finger and desperately sucks on your clit.

"Fuck, Si- don't stop-"

The words die behind a breathy moan, your legs shaking even more as your orgasm rushes through you, but Simon can't seem to stop.

His head is still buried between your legs while his fingers continue their relentless movements, leaving you breathless.

He pulls away just as it starts to become too much, pressing soft kisses to your belly before pushing himself up. Simon rests his forehead onto yours, covering your face with kisses. "Love you," he whispers, giving you one final kiss on on the lips.

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Ghosts of Our Pasts: 6

DP x DC crossover

Damian Wayne and Danny Fenton Siblings AU

Masterpost Next

WARNING: Light gore at the beginning of this chapter!! (I didn't get verydescriptive, but it includes blood and broken glass. If that’s not for you, skip the first 2 paragraphs.)

Trempling fingers tore at the vial, desperately trying to break the seal, but the glass was slick with crimson and he found no purchase. Each attempt was shakier than the last. Even prying the lid with his teeth made little difference when his hands couldn't grip the thing. He doesn't know if he made a decision or if he dropped it, but half the vials contents mix on the ground with broken glass and blood. The vibrant glowing green makes the blood look black in comparison, sharp little stars glitter in the morbid nebula.

Half the vial is still in his hand. It's edges are jagged teeth cutting into his hand, healing then cutting, then healing, and repeating. It should probably hurt more.

Danyal's thoughts are sluggish. It takes another minute to realize the new problem, that the wound is on his back under several protective layers. Even if he could reach it, he wouldn't be able to pour the Lazarus water accurately, he couldn't even see the wound. If he set down the vial to get a better feel for it, would he remember to pick it back up?

It only hurts the living, it is good for the dead and dying. He didn't remember who'd explained that, but it was all he could recall about the waters, and he didn’t exactly have many options.

He tipped the vial to his lips and drank. This he did feel.

---

Danny gasped awake gripping his hands over his chest where his core hid. The shard of ice felt sharper than normal, pointed and aimed at his heart. Danny felt cold.

When he'd first come to the Fenton's, he'd been convinced that Damian's blade had broken under his skin. He'd been sure that the blades tip remained lodged in the back of his chest, just under his heart. He remembered saying it felt cold. His theory had been disproven after an X-ray after falling off the roof. (he'd jumped from it to the Assult Vehicle. He'd been fine, but the other parents had seen him roll and insisted on the hospital.) Jazz had called it trauma, and well, it was. So he'd taken her advice on it.

Danny couldn’t tell whether it had always been there or if this was the usual mind over matter ghost nonsense, but now his core was being pointy, so that was great! Definitely not like the last time his core had felt weird and he'd almost frozed alive!(dead?).

He needed some air. He threw on some clothes and didn't bother with doors.

The thing was he wasn't actually sure if he died the first time. It didn't really matter, it was still trauma, but if his core had come from that, and the portal had just... what? Supercharged him? Both events had fundamentally changed him, but he'd gone so long believing he hadn’t died at Damian's hand. He'd survived everything with the League just to die to his own stupidity.

The sun had already set, but smoggy clouds and light pollution blocked the stars. He wasn’t surprised, but it would've been nice to fill a bit of obsession after the nightmare... actually...

He sat on the ledge and focused on chaneling his excess energy to Gotham. It was something he did often for Amity, the smaller city would take that energy and stitch back together any damage from a fight. But there was a lot of ectoplasm in Amity Park. Danny didn’t know how malleable the physical aspects were for her.

The energy was pulled away as she accepted, pulling a thread of his consciousness with it. She showed him a plant on a windowsill, stubbornly blooming despite the lack of sun. She showed him a tiny crack in a support beam mended, a touch of poison in the water flowed away from the supply of drinking water, and more tiny things that would mean all the difference for a few people. But she kept showing him things, too much all at once and he had to rip his mind back because he was in human form and could not handle that much like this.

She withdrew sheepishly, and he got it. Most older spirits did not know how much a human brain could handle.

Something else drew his attention and he turned sharply.

"Oh... Hi,"

"Are you alright?" Batman asked, still a careful distance away.

"Yeah...?"

"Your eyes are glowing."

"Oh..." Danny closed his eyes for a second, opening them again when he was sure they'd look human. He wasn’t really surprised. "That uh... happens, sometimes..."

"You have good control over it,"

"Uh, I guess? I can't always tell when I'm doing it..."

"It's not pit rage then?"

"Not... usually," Danny wasn’t entirely sure what pit rage was. Not that anyone else in the League knew any better, but he didn’t know if something he had a name for might be called pit rage by someone who didn’t know.

"Hm,"

"It's a weird conglomerate of side effects." Danny half explained, looking out over the other buildings and and a parking garage. The Bat crouched on the ledge a few feet away from him and Danny couldn’t help but laugh. "This is ridiculous,"

"Oh?"

"That my first time meeting you is on a rooftop and you're in a bat costume."

"You could have come to the manor," It wasn’t a reprimand, it was an offer, it was a question.

"Yeah, I think the fact that I'm not back to being dead is pretty good evidence your not with the Assassins."

"No. I haven't been for a long time."

Danny took a deep breath. He wasn't going to dwell on other versions of this story. "Cool."

There was a few moments of silence, a bit awkward, but nothing compared to the awkward silence in the alley a few hours prior.

"How's your trip going?" Batman asked.

"Already looked me up, huh?" Danny joked.

"We needed to be sure—"

"I know, I know, my sudden appearance was super sus."

Batman sighed the sigh of someone who has heard far too many Among Us jokes in his life.

Danny grinned, "Pretty good so far, nobody attacked the museum, and we've almost worn down Lancer about the whole 'we must stay in one group' thing."

"Staying in one group is wise."

"We're Amity Parkers," Danny countered.

"You're from a town with a communication blackout."

"A 'magical' communication blackout." Danny finger quoted the word 'magical'. "I don't actually know what you can access. Only someone who's been to Amity can find it."

"Hm,"

"Unless, you go through Elmerton." Danny advised. He was taking a chance on this, he decided. Even if he was wrong about trusting this part of his family, Amity's judgement wouldn't be biased and she wouldn't let them see anything they shouldn't. And of course, in Amity, Phantom could get involved if need be.

"Elmerton."

"Yep, the town a few miles to the east. Our only tether back to this plain of existence." Danny said dramaticly, it wasn’t that bad. He could almost hear him thinking, so he didn't expect the next question.

"Do you like it there?"

"I- yeah, I do." It was his haunt, most of its weirdness was subconsciously his fault. "Ever been to a liminal space?"

"I've been to a few other dimensions,"

Danny snorted, "Mood,"

That got him a weird look, it was his own fault really.

"I'm not talking about anything related to my death." Danny warned. "Sorry."

"That's a reasonable boundary," Bio-dad in a bat suit nodded, but also sounded like he was physically restraining himself from asking. It also sounded like something a therapist was attempting to drill into him, Danny could relate, if it were true.

"Liminal spaces are kinda hard to explain if you haven't been in one. Amity has a lot of ghosts... I mean that literally. Our neighbor died of old age, but she still reads the newspaper on her porch every morning."

"That's..." Danny could actually taste the suprise. It was kinda tangy? Danny really hoped the emotions having a taste thing was just because of low ambient ectoplasm; he really did not want this as a new power.

"The most normal thing about Amity," Danny finished the sentence for him. "Don't go into it trying to makes sense of it or you might melt your brain or something."

"Please tell me that's a joke."

Danny shrugged, then decided it was his turn for questions. He pulled Damian's list out of his pocket. "So, can I get you to explain who all of these people are?"

-

Bruce returned to the cave feeling significantly better than when he'd left it. Danny had been open, for the most part, but clear on things he wasn't willing to discuss. Despite his children's earlier interaction, he'd seemed willing, even eager to interact with the rest of the family.

Damian was pacing in the same way he'd been when Bruce had left. He'd said something along the lines of 'I do not wish him to feel pressured by my presence' when Bruce had asked if he'd come with him. He immediately noticed when Bruce stepped into the room and made a beeline for him.

"We're going to show him around the rooftops tomorrow night. I asked, you're invited." Bruce told him.

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Next up! A brief break from the heavy stuff, let’s drop in for some Amity Parker’s vacationing in Gotham! (If you have prompts, I beg you!!!)

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Notes:

If you're wondering: why did he come has Batman? That's because it would be very weird for Bruce Wayne to talk alone with a single seemingly random kid on their senior trip.

Batman talking with a kid sitting on the edge of a multi-story drop? Good! We were feeling worried about that kid!

Also B was just dropping by to check, and lo and behold! His son is chillin on the roof like any self-respecting bird does.

Any future Bruce POV's are gonna be just as short as this one, because I tried writing the interaction from his pov and it caused me pain! Shout out to everyone who does that regularly.

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[farida-mourad]

some people still ignore what's going on in Palestine and the mass atrocities against children saying "we don't know it's complicated"

No child on the earth deserves to suffer ,feel terrified and hungry...

No child on the earth deserves to remain many hours under the rubble in full darkness and doesn't know if his family still alive or not ?

we already saw the photos of children that came out of Gaza and they are shivering,trempling and staring around terrified...

how many dead children does Israel want to end the war ?

please every sound makes a difference.."CALL FOR A CEASE FIRE NOW"

[maestro04yayyy]

Spare antivillain!chloe rage?

This is prerelationship amd prereveal

"The hen ia coming your way chat, be ready, we have hided mr agreste but whatever he did made her very angry" ladybug said over the intercom

"Don't worry milady, i have got this" chat said seriously before looking at tigress, " I will try to talk her out of this but if things go South you are the only one that can overpower her so be ready"

Tigress nodded, swallowing her fears, she had never been able to actually do much agaisnt her, just make her escape with Pound.

That's when they heard the hens voice, it was loud like usual but completely devoid of her usually cherrynes and teasing tone, it was cold, full of hate and it made tigress's skin crawl and her limbs tremple.

"WHERE IS HE?"

Chat runned to her and stopped a few meters away, even he was scared, juleka realized, he had never been before.

"Hey Hen! Fancy seeing you here i-" he tried to joke but is voice was brittle and his tail was lashing around for the nervousness.

"I am not in the mood chat! Tell me where is gabriel! Now" she cut him off, staring at him so intesely that tigress was sure chat would burn alive.

"I am sorry hen, i know you are angry and what he did was wrong, but-"

Wait chat knew what that man did? Juleka tought but the hen interrupted him again before he finished.

"If you aren't telling me then move aside, I don't won't to hurt you chat" at that something softer enetered her voice, but it quickly disappeared from her next words" but I will, if necessary"

Chat gulped and looked at tigress and they both nodded.

"Pound!" She yelled and charged, a good it would be enought hopefully, to make go away or use her power.

Strangely the hen didn't move to dodge, just stared her down, uninpressed and whispered "berserk".

In an instant her blonde hair and blue eyes turned a deep blood red and so did the feathers of the cape, claws grew where her nails once were.

Then tigress punch connected.

And the hen was still there, standing like nothing happened.

Juleka looked up at her as fear filled her heart and dropped to her knees.

The hen stared angryly at her before harshly grapping her hair and thorwing her against the agreste manor.

"Out of my way, useles piece of trsh" she yelled after her as tigress impacted and completely destroyed the manor, amd all she could feel was pain amd despearation.

Tigress was barelly able to stand when chat found her, she was sure every bone of her body was broken and she doesn't want to think about when the traaformation will drop, hopefully ladybug can fix her of the hen doesn't find her first.

"Where is she?" She asked weakly, hoping the answer was: she is far far away.

"I don't know, she said she would search everywhere until she found gabriel, we can pnly hope her transformation drop before she does".

[jeskaim]

Bloomburrow: No Humans Allowed

Boy has it been a busy season for Magic. We just had Modern Horizons 3 come out with Universes Beyond: Assassin's Creed a week away from release and we're already getting previews for Boomburrow and Duskmourn. Some of these we've had for a while but I think it's time for me to talk about them. When I first found out this would be the first set in Magic history without any humans I didn't know what to expect but now that we have more cards I have to say I'm excited. One of the cards I'm most excited for was one of the first ones we saw with Bria, Riptide Rogue. I've always liked cards that revolve around casting instants and sorceries and Bria fits right in. Almost all of the pages for spellslinger commanders I have on EDHREC have this card as recommended and it's not even out yet. Right now I'm not sure if I'm going to put it in any of my decks but if I do it'll probably go in Adeliz (wizard tribal) because it has the perfect balance of creatures and noncreature spells. Mabel, Heir to Cragflame is also interesting. Mice are an underrated tribe and Mabel is the perfect commander for them. I can also see it being played in decks that revolve around equipment with her ability that creates a Cragflame token that gives the equipped creature +1/+1, vigilance, tremple, and haste.

With the spoilers from Magiccon we got some more information on what to expect from the uncommon lands of the set. With no humans in this set it's not surprising there are a ton of animals with each getting their own color combination. From the looks of it bats are going to be WB, Birds are going to be UW, Mice are going to be WR, Rabbits are going to be GW, Frogs are going to be GU, Otters are going to be UR, Rats are going to be UB (this one is the most surprising since a lot of rats are red), Lizards are going to be BR, Racoons are going to be RG, and Squirrels are going to be BG so one animal type for each color combination. I'm super excited for Mudflat Village as an addition to my new Totentanz, Swarm Piper deck. From the looks of it rats are going to be getting some love in this set.

And last but not least Lumra, Bellow of the Woods. Bears are already a good creature type but I can see this one seeing a lot of play in commander, especially in landfall decks like Omnath. Six is a bit high for a cost but if there's one thing green is good at it's putting out mana dorks.

That's all for Bloomburrow. I know more cards have been spoiled but I'm waiting for them to officially be spoiled before posting about them. My next post will be about Duskmourn because there wasn't enough room on this one.

[mobolanz]

22. What is your character most afraid of?

Oh!! I'm liking asks that give me an excuse to dwell into the darker parts of their narratives ( & projection™ ), I'm also mentioning "side effects" that are basically more common forms of "simpler" fear that upset them deeply, but the layers behind it explains what's so bad about it for them)

Evelyn: 's someone with rooted attachment and abandonment issues. Especially considering it causes her to have a messed up sense of graditude for what she still has so long as it's not snatched from her out of nowhere (believing the first time she lost everything was karma for 'taking it for granted and having the nerve to ask for more'.) So she works really hard to earn having the presence of whatever or whoever she loves, but with that in a way ig intensifies the fear that the world would just tremple all over it (pun unintended) & say "fuck your hard work to improve, whoops you just CAN'T have what you want. Accept that. :)" in a way it's feeling like 'oh she was kinda rude and spoiled and also stupid when she was in her early-mid teen years it's very evil so that means punishment for lifetime, she needs to be taught a lesson except never actually giving her a room to learn anything because she's just acting out with fear that it's gonna haunt her because it does, she should dwell on it for the rest of the life that's probably not gonna be long anyway. For a side effect: being yelled at is the worst for her , even if it's "for her good / call her out" 🤧

Man that's fucked up what I just typed down 🤧

For Mia/Amethyst: having zero agency over what she wishes to do with her life, never living the way she always wished to make out of herself. Basically wasting away everything great she has to offer just by who she is and having to hide it in favour of what others need of her and plainly/as normal as possible even though the same specialties they want her to ditch are why she was approached as reliable to begin with. Like, she naturally loves offering of herself when needed but the idea that this is all that's good of her is upsetting. And the idea that even had she tried to stick with what's greatest about her, no one would value it still and appreciate it. A good example to something that gave her this mindset was that she had received praise for something about her appearance she choose to try out, only to have someone that had a lot of control over it comment "you know they don't actually think it's great, they all only say it to be polite. " for side effect; ...heights(being like ghe pedestal she's held to, and if she dares to go anywhere else- would fall and have no one to catch her, because so long as she isn't beneficial, what good would that do?)

Cecille: I didn't ponder into that one as much as with the first two, but for her it's being chased after and even stalked, which sadly for her happens frequently enough due to being wanted; and that only really wears her out more than alerting her. And time doesn't really make that one easier, not so long as she doesn't get a real cease out of it. Crowded places and dead ends as a result side effects too.

Oc questions

[witchblade]

now that i finally decide to play elden ring before i leave my hands are trempling 😟

[antipl3asure]

trempling from the evil emotions on my compouter

[trans-xianxian]

shaking and trempling and whimpering why does my pretty star patterned fabric have suspiciously larvae shaped imprints all over it

[doodlepede]

shoutout to chihuahuas. if a bug was a dog. a heem heem tremple

[whalien-lii]

I wish I was my own person , as much as I'm grateful for my parents for everything they have done for me , I wish I could just be.

I'm 27 years old, and I still can not do as I please, and Lord knows my wishes are only simple things , such as traveling alone or hanging out with my friends with repercussions. I'm trying to find a job that is abroad so I can gain my independence, tho I'm very shelter and are provided for . I feel like a bird in a cage.

The thing is , I could find someone to marry me but heaven I do not want to get married, I cannot see myself doing that or having children, it will also be giving up a piece of myself for a small if it could be considered a victory.

Whenever I sleep , my dreams are full of rage and sadness. More often than not, it's just me screaming at someone, but no words are coming out, and my throat is clogged. If I'm not fighting someone , I'm running or drowning, but my body just doesn't cooperate, and I stay in place as my heart tremples.

I am very grateful for them , and I will never be able to repay what they have done for me. But I just wish to be a person of my own.

I tried speaking to them but it's just so hard because of the guilt .

I quite don't know what to do.

[elliot-amy]

[you enter your backyard at 11:43 pm]

me: oh no you have caught me trempling on your fertile soil, would you like to join in?

[you roll a 3 and fall into the earth into a pit full of spikes]

me: let me help you out

[i extend my hand but you roll another 3 and my hand turns into lava filling the pit]

[you drop all your loot]