#what verse? who knows

[zoklaperzys]

"The   North   welcomes   you   and   harbour   you   as   much   as   you   desire.   It   is   rare   that   someone   finds   solace   in   the   cold."   Only   northern   folk   seem   to   enjoy   the   cold,   Jon   himself   had   never   felt   it   that   much,   and   rebirth   had   offered   him   a   small   fire   that   kept   him   inside.   Be   it   a   literal   one   from   the   red   priestess   or   the   rage   he   felt   at   the   betrayal   of   his   brothers   in   black,   it   was   of   no   mind.   Jon   was   of   the   North   and   of   Winterfell   now.   "I   hope   you   find   no   disrespect   in   being   received   by   a   bastard,   Your   Grace."   His   brother   was   busy   and   Jon   was   respected   enough   in   the   North.   He   keeps   Ghost   by   his   side,   who   looks   at   the   woman's   dragon   with   his   always   curious   red   eyes.   He   can   sense   the   curiousity,   one   he   shares.  

"The   castle   is   built   over   hot   springs   so   you   won't   feel   the   cold   inside.   And   I   believe   your   dragon   is   big   enough   to   find   solance   here   or   in   the   caves   near   Bear   Island,   as   long   as   not   too   much   stock   is   eaten."   Winter   reserves   needed   to   be   kept,   including   animals   and   wools   and   he   doesn't   know   what   dragons   eat   but   he   is   aware   that   sheep   might   be   the   best   bet.   Or   bears.   But   no   Lady   Mormont   would   be   pelased   with   that.   He   offers   a   gloved   hand   for   the   woman   to   dismount   of   the   dragon. ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽𓃦☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ heart this post for a starter from jon. @dreamtfyres

[xxplastic-cubexx]

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[pistashxo]

so are you like.. a cow or a dalmatian?

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[technically-human]

Part two of the reverse verse is here! The reverse boys meet the original boys. They're not really getting along as well as I had hoped...

Again, this was a commission for @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are and they asked for angst/funny vibes... I think it's mostly just angst though. Oh, well...

Part one

[livwritesstuff]

I definitely think that middle-aged Steve with his first iPhone would find out be taught by his twelve-year-old how to change his lockscreen, and promptly changed it to a selfie that Robin took with Steve and Eddie's seven-year-old daughter Hazel (because he likes it and it's a good picture and it makes him smile and who the hell gives a shit about what his lockscreen is, anyways?)

Eddie sees this a few weeks later and, unsurprisingly, he has things to say about it.

Eddie: …….You know, people probably see that and think Robin is your wife.

Eddie: And your kids’ mom.

Steve: *thinking about it*

Steve:

Steve:

Steve: Yeah.

Steve: I’m cool with that.

Eddie: *genuinely offended*

[slavhew]

And I just have to tell you that I

Love you so much these days,

[whaliiwatching]

a rendezvous beyond

and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol

[wretchedbroth]

How it honestly feels to be a Faulkner Thesiltverses fan 😶

[yuwuta]

yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always. 

[thisisnotthenerd]

thinking about riz gukgak and how he feels so alone and yet how his words, his works, are the first thought for his friends when they don’t know what to do

thinking about how love is work, how love is the act of giving and giving and giving until you have nothing left and yet he cannot ever prioritize himself

thinking about how he takes every nickname, every gift, every moment of care with an eagerness that far outstrips the gift in its giving

thinking about how his every stress comes from a moment of devotion and care for his friends, from unraveling the mysteries that permeate their lives

thinking about how he could call them to action with a single warning because they trust in him so much

thinking about how he justifies what he gives to his friends even as his mother asks him to consider himself for once

thinking about riz ‘the ball’ gukgak

[valtsv]

thinking 💭 about the inverted funhouse mirror reflections of david ward's mommy issues in i am in eskew and VAL's in the silt verses. "i used to fantasise about the death of my mother as a way to explain why i feel so alienated from the people around me, but now i am alone in a strange place subjected to daily horrors i dream of the comfort she might have offered me" vs. "i used to dream of earning my mother's love in order to prove her wrong about there being something inherently hateful about me, but now i know that she had already given up on me i long to torture and kill her and act out that fantasy over and over on the people around me who i have been alienated from by my transfiguration into a saint".

[monstrousproductions]

Finally finished @thesiltverses. If anyone needs me, I'll be lying face down on the floor and weeping xoxo

[thatcatangelwriter]

I think after her time at the spider society gwen can be very creepy at times, but like doesn't realize it or register it well.

Like she's gwen stacy. The cursed lover. The doomed girl. She is the face of thousands of corpses. The face of thousands of what ifs. A bittersweet dream. A constant longing.

Most of the time when people look at her they don't see her they see someone else. Her simply existing turns the entire society into a haunted house. She's a ghost, she's better off invisible and while I don't think it's intentional she gets pushed to the side a lot by most people I think Miguel, Jess and Peter might be the exception in this concept but even then its gets complicated due to her connection with Miles and eventually this kinda starts rubbing off in an unsettling way.

Gwen is implied to be very high ranking in the society. Jess calls her "her star pupil" and Lyla warned Gwen about the spot before Hobie and Pavitr. And Miguel's "You knew better, Gwen !" She justs seems to be a part of Miguel's gang of higher ups with Peter B and Jess and all that and considering the fact that she's been there for just a few months that's saying something.

I think Gwen took a lot of training and missions to prove herself, and maybe Miguel sent her on more missions to distract her from Miles and stuff. Hell he might have trained her along with Jessica at times which considering how stern they can be I wouldn't be suprised if this rubbed off on gwen who didn't really have anyone else besides Peter and Hobie. Like she has been Spider Woman more than gwen stacy at this point.

Speaking of Spider Woman, I think it's a good time to bring up how gwen's mental state gets fucked up around her identity as a superhero and how it plays into my idea of her being creepy thing. Because like Spider Woman is litteraly considered a murderer in her dimension and isn't very liked. And while yes its true that in most universes Spider Man has its haters. It's way worse in Gwen's dimension like in the comics she gets shocked when people thank her kinda bad. She has supporters but sadly the people who call her a monster are the most vocal. Like even her dad saw Spider Woman that way and even after finding out who she was still pulled a gun at her face so yeah.

Gwen already blames herself for Peter's death and general public opinion doesn't really help with leaving that guilt behind. She internalizes those things. So I think that do her deep internal feelings Gwen might be at times more ruthless and violent than your typical spider hero which can already be shocking especially in contrast to how graceful she can be as spider woman . I don't think she wants to be. But i think its just the internal intrusive thought "No matter what I do I am a monster why pull back ?" And with her whole canon event I think she might be prone to being reckless and throwing herself at danger and being the one to make the biggest sacrifice because hey she is already fated to die.

So yeah I think that at times when the stakes are high Gwen is one of the scariest spiders when she snaps. Like the treatment she received and internalized kinda jumps out and its not pretty at all. And even just in context of her not being in a mission i still think she can be cryptid looking because she kinda acts like she's invisible and just avoids being noticed due to all the peters around.

Like just imagine her beat up with a broken mask and all you see are her cold eyes and its weird because its almost like you have a dead person staring at you and in some ways that's exactly what it is. Or her accidentally scaring people because she's so quiet that they don't see her coming.

Just her looking like a dead girl walking and yeah maybe in a way she is but...it just looks to real and unsettling.

One last thing about this, Miles notices and hates every second of it. In fact I think all of her close friends hate it.

[technically-human]

Can you draw something with Doom Patrol!Edwin and Netflix!Edwin?

Maybe something about Dp!Edwin talking about his feelings for Charles with N!Edwin?

It's just something I've been thinking of, make it a little angsty?<3

Glad you asked

ko-fi

[livwritesstuff]

Steve’s oldest daughter Moe is unusually quiet on the drive home from her college apartment in New York City.

She was supposed to be doing this drive with her younger sister Robbie (who had bullied Steve and Eddie into letting her bring a car with her to college), but then Robbie and her friends had actually managed to squirrel away enough money for an impromptu trip to D.C. for their spring break, and Moe had still wanted to visit home even without a ride.

Steve had made a whole show acting all put out over having to make the four hour drive between her school in NYC and their house in the Massachusetts suburbs (twice, he’ll add — he’s been on the road for six hours so far with a couple more to go) but, truthfully, there isn’t much he wouldn’t do to spend time with his kids, especially since the older two have firmly graduated to young-adult status, and he easily could have put her on a train.

“So what’s goin’ on with you, Moe?” he finally asks when the quiet stretches a little to far.

Moe shrugs, and then she says, “I was wondering something.”

“Go for it.”

“You and Dad, like…you were older when you started dating, right?”

Steve pauses for a moment, allowing himself to consider what might qualify as older to his twenty-one-year-old daughter. 

“I guess it depends on what you mean by older,” he settles on telling her.

“I mean, you weren’t in high school anymore, even though you knew each other in high school.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, “I was halfway through grad school, so twenty-six, I think, and you know Dad’s not even a year older than me.”

Moe nods in return, and  then she asks, “And you were friends before anything else happened? Like, for a while?”

“Uh-huh,” Steve replies, “Dad, and Aunt Nancy, and Aunt Robin were my best friends. Still are, obviously, just…different over time.”

“But, like, how–” Moe stops, and Steve can tell without needing to look away from the road to check the way her eyebrows are furrowed, the way they’re crinkled in the middle just like they always are on the rare occasions Moe can’t find the words she needs. She lets out a short exhale, “How did you know that it changed?” Before Steve can answer, Moe shakes her head, “How did you know that what you were feeling wasn’t, like, friend things anymore? Or, like, that it was more than just friend things.”

“Uh,” Steve pauses, running a hand through his hair, “Honestly, Nancy kind of told me.”

Moe’s head turns in his direction.

“Aunt Nancy told you?” she asks, “Pop…that’s so lame.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what happened.”

“Why?”

Steve thinks about it for a second. It’s funny, he doesn’t actually put too much thought into that time in his life – the seven years that had lapsed between becoming friends with Eddie in the aftermath of everything with the Upside Down and when they’d finally gotten together. That was nearly thirty years ago, after all, and Steve hasn’t ever really been the type to dwell on the past. He takes a moment to dwell on it now and remembers how long it had taken him to notice the dull ache behind his ribs and the anxious somersault his stomach had done every time Eddie so much as looked his way.

“I mean – yeah, you’re right. It’s…it’s not easy when you’re close with someone for a long time and then the way you feel about them changes, because, you know, it’s not – I mean, it’s not like it changes overnight. It’s gradual, so…yeah, it’s not easy.”

“Yeah,” she quietly agrees.

“Nance, just – well, you know Nance. She just clocked it before I did, and I guess she didn’t have the patience to wait it out. Once I knew though, it was, like, super fucking obvious. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t known before.”

Moe’s laugh is nervous in a way Steve isn’t sure he’s ever heard before, and if there’s a friend of Moe’s she might be feeling differently for, he thinks he might have an idea which one. Moe is a hell of a lot smarter than him though, and this conversation is telling enough that she won’t need things spelled out for her in the way he had with Eddie thirty years ago.

“It was hard,” he continues, because he has a feeling Moe might need to hear more even if she isn’t asking for anything specific, “I – I mean, I actually liked dating when I was your age, believe it or not. I thought it was fun, or whatever, and it wasn’t really a thing that made me nervous, you know? With your dad, though…shit, I was terrified, because it’s a different kind of risk than just shooting your shot with someone you run into and hit it off with.”

Moe nods.

“I think the reason it’s so freaky is because falling for someone you’re friends with is never just a crush. I knew there was something big there. I know you guys hate when Dad and I are all sappy, but he was never just some guy I was dating. He was it for me from the very beginning.”

Moe mumbles something under her breath that Steve doesn’t quite catch.

“What was that?”

“I don’t hate it,” she says, her voice still pretty low, and Steve knows that must have been difficult for her to admit so he doesn’t comment on it (though he will be telling Eddie as soon as he possibly can – obviously).

“Well, I’m just saying,” he replies, “I wasn’t feeling that way for nothing, and things turned out pretty good in the end. If someone was in a similar situation, I’d tell them…” he pauses, and then laughs as he says, “I’d tell them to not wait seven years to get a good thing started.”

“Alright,” she replies, “I’ll…yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

[emilykaldwen]

👀 + jace/helaena + new baby?

Send me Eyes, a pairing, and a word/words for a short drabble!

Baelon's cries were so tiny, a mewling of a kitten, the cry of a kitling, warbling and helpless as he fussed in his cradle. The moon was half full, the light of it cutting through the softly fluttering curtains.

"I've got him," Jace muttered into Helaena's hair, his wife stirring with the cries. She murmured some reply as he rolled away, spitting out her silver hair from his mouth, a large hand palming his sleep filled eyes as he shuffled to the end of the bed where the carved cradle stood. His mother had tried to insist on letting the babe sleep with the maid at night, but the suggestion had agitated Helaena to near hysterics, murmurs of blood and whatever dreams clung to her cutting the conversation short.

His son had not yet gone to full blown sobs just yet, as if he knew his insistent fussing would be enough to rouse his parents of a week. Jace lifted the boy carefully, nosing against the soft down of his dark curls and settling him into his arms. Helaena was already settling up against the pillows to feed him, but Jace took the moment to look down into Baelon's face, his screwed up little features that were gently easing at the feel of his father's warm skin.

The cradle egg, a beautiful thing of blues and greens and bronze swirls, was warm at the foot of the bed, not yet hatched, but occasionally it shifted, a scraping sound from inside before settling.

Soon, he knew, pressing another kiss to his son's forehead. Soon, he knew, passing the boy into his mother's waiting arms, and the sleepy smile on her face as she began to croon at him.