#we love her

[chaotic-starlight24]

All of the soc lore is just immaculate I love it

Whatever you do, don't think about Beverly Jitney-Bush who is the third girl in the soc trio, because there is always a duo in a trio, and she met Marcia and Cherry too late to be a part of it. Don’t think about Bev who knows that her place in the group is dependent on her relationship with Brill because she isn’t THAT close with the girls and as much as they all love her, none of the boys would ever take her side over Brill’s, bro code, is what they call it. She’s not really worried, because she knows Brill and her are getting married someday, she would just like to have something like that for herself. Don’t think about how she longs for sleepovers and doing each other's makeups and hair and talking about boys with the other girls, but ends up spending most of her time with Paul, Bob and the rest of the boys. It’s not like Cherry and Marcia are trying to exclude her, they all hangout and gossip and all that, it’s just glaringly obvious that Bev doesn’t quite fit in the tight-knit sister-like bond the two of them share. And there’s always something inside of her that feels like she’s intruding when the three of them hangout on their own. Don’t think about how when Bob dies she is grief-ridden and out for blood and she needs a culprit, someone to blame, someone to make pay for what’s happened and she got mean and ruthless and so, so angry. Don’t think about how all the resentment she didn’t know she had been harboring for Cherry finally bubbles over because it’s her fault, isn’t it? If she hadn’t talked to that greaser kid, Bob wouldn’t have been so angry and seeking revenge and he would still be here. Don’t think about how a small, terrible part of her hopes that maybe, if Cherry is out of the picture, her and Marcia will have a chance to become the sister-like power duo instead.

[lethalhades]

The sins of one were the sins of all

(Honestly I wrote this because my girl just needs a fucking hug and IM TIRED😭🙏🏾)

Themes: jinx x fem reader, hurt and comfort, we braiding her hair twin.

Didn’t proof read this or nothing I just cooked.

Navigating the dim, twisting pathways of the underground wasn’t how you planned to spend your day, but finding Jinx was all that mattered now. As you searched, a place suddenly came to mind. a spot she’d likely retreat to, a familiar hideaway.

Without hesitation, you picked up the pace, heading straight for the Last Drop and slipping in through the back door.

Your footsteps reverberated off the walls as you climbed the narrow staircase toward Silco’s office. In the past, just approaching this door would have made your skin crawl, the weight of his presence heavy and unsettling. But now… that feeling was gone, vanished with him the night he was killed.

All that remained was an empty silence behind the door, where his shadow used to linger.

Your fingertips lightly grazed the door before you pushed it open, the creak echoing in the empty room, confirming what you already suspected…Silco’s office was vacant.

You’d hoped to find Jinx here, but a part of you knew it was a long shot. Still, as you stepped inside, your eyes fell on the desk, where a map lay scattered with Jinx’s chaotic scribbles, a sign she’d been here recently.

Almost on instinct, you reached for the map, lifting it carefully with both hands, including the hexcore-tainted one. You usually kept it hidden beneath your cloak, the sight of it stirring a mix of frustration and shame. Someday, you knew, you’d have to accept it. but for now, it stayed mostly in shadow, a reminder of what you’d become.

“This is the first time I’ve seen your hand in years.” The voice jolted you, and before you knew it, you’d hurled a dagger in her direction, missing the blue-haired woman by barely an inch.

Catching your breath, you glared. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you, and now you decide to show up?” Annoyance laced your words. She slid smoothly off the beam, landing on the desk. That’s when you noticed her long hair was loose, spilling over her shoulders and onto the desk—no braids, just a cascade of untamed blue.

She caught you staring and raised an eyebrow. “I was trying to braid it back, but… Silco always did that for me.” Her raspy voice betrayed no hint of vulnerability; it was like a wall she always kept up around you.

You hesitated, almost tempted to ask why she kept her walls up in the first place, but you knew better than to press her boundaries.

Jinx stared at the ground, her eyes shadowed and distant, tracking your movements as you stepped behind the desk and eased into the old, creaking chair. When your fingers brushed her hair, she flinched, jerking back just slightly. You couldn’t help but wonder if, beneath that tough exterior, she was still afraid.

You’d known each other since she went by “Powder,” before the undercity had forced both of you to grow hard and cold.

You’d come to Zaun after being cast out of Piltover, your family’s sins leaving you no choice. You weren’t like them, but in Piltover, the sins of one were the sins of all. Survival in the undercity was brutal, especially for a kid, and you still remembered how close you’d come to losing your life again and again.

But then, like a spark in the dark, she had come barreling into your life. small but fierce, her blue hair a shock of color in the dim streets. Powder, a kid with more guts than anyone you’d ever known. And on that night, she’d been your savior. A little bomb in her hand, tossed without hesitation, scattering the men who meant to hurt you.

That tiny blast had done more than drive them off. it had bound you and Powder together, two lost souls in the chaos of Zaun.

Back then, she was just another lost kid who had found purpose under Silco’s wing. The pain in her eyes had been unmistakable, a pain you recognized all too well. It was the same haunted look your mother had worn the day she brought ruin upon your family.

If you were being honest with yourself, you’d only decided to toughen up that day because you couldn’t stand the idea of being outdone by someone younger, someone with less to lose. She was three years your junior, but her boldness had sparked something in you, forcing you to swallow your fear and find strength you didn’t know you had. Unlike her, though, you’d never bent the knee to some ruthless leader. You carved your own path, becoming a gun for hire, bound to nothing and no one.

Over the years, you’d killed without hesitation, Piltover elites and undercity rogues alike. Survival demanded sacrifice, and you were willing to make it.

Every now and then, your paths would cross, and you’d catch glimpses of the girl who once called herself “Powder,” now transformed into Silco’s weapon. Meanwhile, you had grown too, honing your skills and eventually joining the Firelights, giving your life a new sense of direction.

Now, with the undercity on the brink, chaos breaking loose at every turn, you looked up from your thoughts to find jinx’s back facing you, her head slightly turned seeing her violet eyes sharp and curious. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice carrying an edge of suspicion.

“Braiding your hair, if you’d just sit still,” you replied, fingers deftly weaving through her loose blue strands. Her hair, soft but tangled, For a moment, she held still. watching you work with an expression you couldn’t quite read, letting you bring order to just one small piece of her wildness. You were lucky you still had some skill in this, after all the times you’d braided the younger kids’ hair back in the Firelights’ hideout. Your hands knew how to be gentle, even if the rest of you had learned to be anything but.

As you worked, Jinx’s voice broke the silence. “Every day, he had me making something for him. Or doing that stupid eye thing of his, even though he could’ve done it himself,” she muttered, bitterness edging her words as she thought about all the things she’d done for Silco.

You could see the weight of his lies on her, the way they’d sunk deep. She’d believed him completely—why wouldn’t she?

“My mother expected perfection from me,” you said softly, finding a rare thread of common ground. “One slip, one failure, and I was nothing but a disappointment to her.” For a moment, it felt like you and Jinx were standing on the same edge, each of you marked by different scars but both shaped by people who’d held you to impossible standards.

Both of you had been praised for your minds, raised to rise above, only to lose it all. And when you needed someone most, they had all turned away.

“You were just some Piltover rat. You don’t know a damn thing about what it takes to survive down here.”

You met her gaze, the old anger simmering beneath your words. “I know more than you think,” you replied, voice steady and unyielding. “I lost everything before I even got the chance to hold it,” you added, memories of that day, of watching your family fall apart, still as raw as ever.

Jinx scoffed, crossing her arms. “Why are you telling me this? You think I care?”

“No,” you said, fingers deftly weaving the last of her braids. “But I thought you’d understand.” You secured her signature pigtails, then took a step back, crossing your arms as you faced her. “You followed him because you had nowhere else to turn, no one else to show you the way. But he’s gone now, Jinx. And yet, you’re still clinging to his ghost, acting like he’s still here.”

She bristled, eyes flashing. “I’m not mourning him! That’s the last thing I’d ever do for him.”

“Then prove it,” you challenged, voice calm but firm. “Find something real to fight for. Not for a man who only wanted control and used your loyalty to his advantage.”

Jinx took a step forward, her violet eyes sharp and angry as she glared up at you, defiance sparking between you like a fuse ready to ignite. You held her gaze, searching for the truth hidden beneath her rage. In those eyes, you saw things she would never say aloud.

confusion, anger, the scars of betrayal.

It reminded you of that night at the Last Drop, the night you’d tried to pull her away from Silco’s grip and convince her to join the Firelights. She’d laughed it off, but you’d seen the hesitation, the crack in her armor. That night, things nearly went south between you. one wrong word, and a bullet could’ve ended it all. Now, standing here again, that same tension lingered in the air, fragile and sharp, like the calm before a storm.

“Why do you keep acting like you know me?” Jinx’s voice was sharp, bitter, violet blue eyes wild with frustration as she shoved you. “Like you have any clue what I’ve been through!” She pushed you again, harder this time, her finger jabbing into your chest. “You don’t know anything!”

Her anger flared, and she kept pushing, shoving you back again and again until you finally reached out and caught her wrist.

She tried to pull away, struggling against your hold, but you pulled her closer, wrapping your arms around her, holding her tightly. Her fists came down hard on your back, each punch sharp with anger and pain. It hurt, but you didn’t let go, not even as her punches weakened, not even as her shoulders slumped against you.

The room grew quiet, save for the small, choked sobs that broke free as she stopped fighting and finally gave in. Her fingers gripped the back of your cloak, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Her cries were raw, almost hollow, filled with a pain you knew she rarely allowed herself to show.

You just held her, steady and silent, giving her the space to release what she’d been holding back. You didn’t hate her, not for her choices, not for her mistakes. Somehow, despite everything, all you’d ever wanted was to help her find her way back from the darkness.

As her breathing slowed, she didn’t say a word, but her quiet acceptance in your arms told you everything. In that fragile silence, you knew that, at least for this moment.

you were exactly where you needed to be.

[livwritesstuff]

Middle-aged Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy definitely have a group chat once Apple introduces it. They actually love it because it makes it way easier to stay in touch while Robin and Nancy travel.

Steve and Eddie's three daughters are usually the main topic of conversation.

As is the case one morning in October 2013:

Steve: Which one of you got my children to call froot loops gay cheerios

His text is accompanied by a video taken in their kitchen that starts with Steve, behind the camera, asking, “Wait - what did you guys want for breakfast?”. Robbie and Hazel giggle from their seats at the counter as they respond, “Gay cheerios, please,“ and “yeah, gay cheerios.”

Steve's long sigh is cut off when the video ends.

Nancy: Not me.

Steve: I know

Eddie: definitely not me

Eddie: Apple Jacks are way gayer than froot loops

Robin: ???

Robin: in what world are Apple Jacks gayer than Froot Loops?

Steve: Okay so it was Robin

Steve: Great work team

[ultravioletbrit]

“negative” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 411 words

Regulus is in a bad mood. He’s trying to study with Pandora but all he’s been doing is staring at the same page without reading a single word. He can’t seem to focus on anything because he’s in a bad mood and he doesn’t know why.

Pandora hums for the third time and Regulus looks up to see her staring at him with intense curiosity.

“What?” Regulus sighs.

“What’s wrong?” She wonders.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He tells her.

“Something’s wrong. There’s a very negative energy around us, and it’s not coming from me. Your aura is a murky grey color, and I don’t like it.” Pandora says and Regulus crosses his arms and slumps back in his chair.

“My aura is not grey, Dora. I don’t even know–”

“Hi Reggie!” A familiar voice cuts him off. “And Pandora!” He adds.

James casually sits down beside Regulus and starts taking out his books like he’s just supposed to be there. He is not.

“What are you doing?” Regulus sits up straight and tries to ignore the somersault his stomach does when his leg accidentally brushed against James’.

“Needed someone to study with.” James shrugs.

“But why are you–”

“Interesting.” Pandora cuts him off, dramatically elongating the word.

“What?” Regulus narrows his eyes at her.

“Your aura just did a little flip-flop.”

“I don’t think auras can do flip-flops, Dora.”

“Well, yours just did.”

“What are you talking about?” James interrupts them.

“Nothing.” Regulus and Pandora say at the same time.

“Well, I think I have somewhere to be.” Pandora says after a beat of silence and starts gathering her things.

“Dora.” Regulus says in a warning tone.

“You boys have fun.” She sing-songs, completely ignoring Regulus as she walks away.

There’s a minute of silence before James turns to look at Regulus.

“Do you want me to go?” He asks softly.

Regulus turns to look at James and they stare at each other for a moment before Regulus turns back to his book.

“No.” He says quietly. “You can stay.” And he can’t help it when his lips tick up in a small smile.

Regulus can see James is also smiling– although much larger he is– out of the corner of his eye. James turns back to his own books and Regulus doesn’t think it’s an accident when James’ leg brushes against his again.

Regulus continues to stare down at his book, still not reading a single word, but he’s completely forgotten all about his bad mood.

[ryoukio]

and it went decently. For once.

[lunarthecorvus]

I would die to see Inej kill / torture Heleen to death

(Yes, I know Pekka isn't dead, but she sure left a scar ;)

[dr-spectre]

I know she's not ur skrunkly but she's mine- can you gush abt frye for a bit? I like frye yaayy ,XD just talk abt her idk free pass

If Callie and or Marina didn't exist, then I know which character in this franchise I would become obsessed with.

I think what makes Frye so lovable is that she has range! At one moment she's a silly little girl, a badass with style, or just a plain ol' hot woman.

I want you to look at this and tell me "nah that ain't hot." If you do then i know you're a massive liar and you should not be trusted, EVER!

I mean just... LOOK AT HER!!!! She's gorgeous!!! "Oh but her forehead-" IDC!!! IT'S GETTING SMOTHERED IN KISSES!!!

God i love her, i love her voice, her singing, her personality, her dynamic with Shiver and Big Man. It's all some good shittttt!!! When she's in songs, she's usually the part that gives a song that extra energy and flavor. She's VITAL to some tracks, if Three Wishes didn't have her then that song would be way worse.

Frye is also an underdog and i think everyone loves to root for an underdog. Seeing the love and cheering when she won another Splatfest in over a year was a fucking magical moment in the fandom and i won't forget the joy and happiness i felt seeing her FINALLY win!!

I'm also interested in the potential she has for future stories, especially relating to her family for which she has a lot of love for and we still have a lot to learn about. I think exploring themes relating to families and seeing Frye's siblings and grandfather would be really really cool for Splatoon 4!!! Maybe they could explore Frye's parents who weren't there for her as often when she was growing up, which left Frye feeling lonely and she helped form Deep Cut as a result due to her loneliness and longing to make friends. I think it would be really sweet and amazing to see that for our baby girl Frye.

Providing that Nintendo doesn't drop the ball and decide to do push all of that character exploration aside for a a certain arc for a 3rd time.... You know what I'm talking about...

I will have hope, because it's good for my mental health.

[samicarabarbaru2137]

A lot of people liked my human pomni And that people like concept of her being a mama...so here is both of those!

Irl pomni as mama pom!

[bearotonin-international]

Marmite is pleased to be this week's Fat Bear Friday Ambearssador

[accio-sriracha]

James: *holding a hand up to shield his eyes* Man the sun is really bright today.

Effie: *not missing a beat, staring at James* I wish my son was bright.

Sirius: *cackles loudly*

[doodles4dee]

Was listening to Neverafter on Dimension 20. Very good. Highly recommend.

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

silhouette papa! and again, hes always doing smth with his legs.

(screenie taken from here)

[bludinkdragonz]

quick little doodle of our lovely lizard lady! 💕

[charm-quark]

You know I'm glad the zillo beast also got a happy ending. LOL run free baby godzilla, you did great!

[ultravioletbrit]

“heels” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 147 words

 

Regulus is sitting on the couch trying to keep his knee from bouncing up and down. His palms are sweaty, there’s a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat. He tries to take a deep breath and his shoulders slump forward slightly, until he hears the sound of heels approaching and his back snaps up straight.

She enters the room and takes a seat in the chair across from him.

“So…?” She asks.

He takes another deep breath and looks her right in the eye.

“I want to marry your son.” He tells her.

Effie is on her feet in less than a second pulling him into a tight hug.

“Monty, get in here!” She yells excitedly without loosening her grip on him. She turns her head and kisses his cheek, and all the nerves leave his body as he melts into her hug.