#which was utterly exhausting as you might imagine

[coquelicoq]

I just want you to know that I so deeply cherish all your untamed and murderbot (and raksura) thoughts that I started reading ORV just so I can get MORE of your fandom thoughts. I wanna be able to understand your new posts!!

this is so sweet 😭 thank you i'm flattered!! there are some really fabulous posts in this fandom, so i'm excited for you to experience them! my own posts are fairly shallow because i haven't done a reread and the story is so long i already can't remember most of it haha, but the fandom seems pretty active on here so it's gonna be a while before i run out of other people's fanart and meta to reblog. standard disclaimer that you read orv at your own risk and i will not be held responsible for any feelings you may or may not experience in the course thereof. godspeed <3

[timeisacephalopod]

On one hand my one sister is Big Stupid and pregnant again, which I wouldn't care as much about if this wasn't the fourth kid with the fourth shitty fucking father who will do nothing but cause even MORE pain and suffering to my sister's life, and on the other hand my other sister keeps sending me apartment ads which is very sweet because she ALSO just had a baby (in August and also her situation is stable, I'm very proud she managed to pull off what she did considering where she's come from. Her boys, especially Older Nephew were SO excited for the baby and I love listening to Older Nephew talk about his sister, it's so heartening to see him so happy and excited. Something tells me my other sisters 3 girls won't be nearly as impressed, especially not Oldest Niece and it's gotten to a point where I feel somewhat compelled to try and mentor this poor kid but I don't know SHIT about kids and don't want to let this poor kid down like everyone else has, she deserves better than that).

Granted my whole life I've preferred Apartment Sister to Making Poor Life Choices sister but also recently Making Dumb Choices has made some serious improvements to her life, very impressive ones too, so it's just disappointing to watch her backslide especially into the same bullshit she's been doing since she was 18 and is now 32. But at least I'm not the only one apartment hunting 😂😂 her efforts are super appreciated given that she just moved herself as well, plus having a fresh baby (very cute baby too). Now with any luck my OTHER sibling will get her shit together hopefully before we're on child number six with father number six with all the same fucking personality flaws and mental health problems not one of these men take even remotely seriously because that's exhausting to me let alone my damn sister.

[etheries1015]

Heheha!!! Could I request about being Lilia Vanrouge's personal "stress ball"? (Aka relieve of stress via sex)

And he just LOVES degrading you and doing stuff to make you cry and beg?

Imagine if he like, makes you go on his cock while he's lying down, and he just orders you to pleasure him because he's too lazy too (what a lie) and he will randomly snap his hips at random times up just to see your reaction. Then it would go to full-blown fucking after a while, but y'know, you get it

Fingering you while you're blindfolded and you have to guess which finger he's using. Get it wrong, and you don't get to cum! But he lies, and makes you beg to cum. Fucks you into tomorrow, ehe!

Etc, etc...

Then imagine that after the war, he realises that he actually likes you! Confession? Fluff? And more smut? Lol my brain is now empty, pls expand.

AHHHHHHHHHH I READ THIS A COUPLE TIMES OVER BECAUSE IT'S SO GOOD??? moister than an oyster over here eheheheheh I wrote something pretty similar about this concept of Lilia taking home a human sex toy, it is very short and not in-depth but you can take a read of it -> HERE hehehe

This might be a little dark, so warning you... 18+ below with some dark themes, a bit of non-con sprinkled in there. Rough fucking, Lilia a little mean :[ but he turns out pretty soft hearted after it all <3 mildly rushed, hopefully you still enjoy <3

But I LOVE to imagine the fact that it starts out as just a fling- a way for him to let out his anger and frustrations through pleasurable means. To see you cry out as he continues to thrust into you- the chains on your hands making your wrists become sore. You kind of liked this, though, being tied up and used as the Generals release. Something about it was enticing to you, despite the toll it sometimes takes upon your body.

He lets you free of course, but he loves the way you tighten around him and how much more warm you feel when you're chained up. There's times when he comes back utterly exhausted from the days endeavors, sitting down with his head tilted back and his hands covering his eyes, legs spreading. His gaze flickers down to your needy body, before he unzips his pants pulling out his cock. Soft at first, before he tells you to entertain him enough to get him hard.

If you weren't able to properly arouse him- you'd be punished for it either later or in that moment. Depends how "tired" he is.

"You understand I've had a long day, don't you, my little bat? You can't even get me hard all by yourself. I guess I have to do all of the work, don't I?" He grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing your head into the pillow before roughly grabbing you by the hips and pulling your ass to meet his pelvis. He grinds into you before tearing your pants, your feeble whines falling upon deaf ears as he pumps his cock a time or two before entering your hole painfully slow. Now you're whining for a different reason- Lilia chuckling at such neediness. All at once he suddenly snaps his hips against your ass, leaving marks upon the back of your neck almost drawing blood. Your punishment, he says.

Over time, you felt as if Lilia was getting "bored" of you. He was coming home later than usual and didn't call upon your services as often. But this was far from the truth. He started to find himself...interested in you. Once he walked in on you indulging in your hobby, simply existing. You were so beautiful in that moment in his eyes- the way you were focusing on your task, now allowing the outside world to interfere with your happiness in that moment. Being so used to seeing hatred and bloodshed, Lilia almost forgot what it was like to be happy. He began to realize that you were indeed more than just a toy to be used at his disposal, and with this slight change of heart, he began to treat you differently.

Coming closer to the end of the war, instead of keeping you up all night to have his way with you, it would be spent asking you questions and talking about what life would be like after the war. Your hopes and dreams, your hobbies, your future plans. He began to bring you heartier food and random trinkets he felt would suite your interests, even bringing you a peony at some point, not without a deep blush and quickly disappearing into thin air almost as if to avoid your reaction. He was becoming gentler, and you weren't sure how to feel about it. Was it a trap? Was he getting your hopes up to take you by surprise? After all, you spent so long thinking you had not much worth besides being used for his sick and twisted pleasure.

Once the war was officially declared as over, you were his first visit. The first on his mind in which he wanted to share this moment, running swiftly to the cottage in which you took shelter in. You were standing in front of the garden with a smile on your face as he came back to you.

During that period in which he began to treat you differently, you had also become much more light hearted and comfortable around the fae. Perhaps a mistake you often wondered about, yet you continued on with reckless abandon nonetheless. "Lilia! It's finally over! I'm so proud-" You were cut off as he ran to you and immediately smashed his lips against yours. He had never kissed you so gently yet so passionately at the same time- his hands snaking around your body and pulling you close, almost like...a hug. Your heart dropped for a moment- thinking perhaps this was the time in which he decided to ravage you. When the war was over and worries were off his mind- he could have his way with you once again. How twisted.

"...Shall I go get my chains?" He was startled at this, pulling away and looking you in the eyes with a hint of sadness and guilt. He shook his head, pressing his forehead against yours with his hands trembling as he cupped your cheeks, peering into your eyes.

"No more chains," He muttered, "I thought I made it clear that you are not worth your body to me anymore. I apologize if I did not make that clear, my little bat." The nickname he had chosen for you sounded much softer, much more kind, and in the most loving tone, unlike the degradation you were subjected to. You bit your bottom lip as if to hide a giddy smile, Lilia taking notice of this and pressing a kiss against your forehead. The war was over, and Lilia had finally confessed his feelings for you.

The first time you two have sex, he asked permission.

"Can we...I..." He was stuttering over his words. Lilia was so used to taking what he wanted from you that it felt almost weird and awkward to ask for permission- but he promised to do it right.

"I would like to make love with you."

This time, he was gentle. Taking his time with you. He gently lay your back against the bed and propped your legs over his shoulders, bending over to pepper kisses around your face and love marks on your chest. He asked you if you were alright, and was certain to prep you before entering. Your fingers interlocked with each other, his thrusts were short and intimate yet reached the deepest parts of you. This time, it was for your pleasure- not just his own for the taking. With every thrust and every whispered "I love you's" came with praise you were unfamiliar with. This wasn't the same general who simply used you to fill to the brim and bark orders at, this was someone who wanted you to feel the love with every stroke of his hips and dulcet words that left his once fiery mouth.

it's truly a wonder how much people can change.

( @mellowwillowy I think you'd enjoy this one, pookie)

[mustainegf]

idk if you did that already but imagine Dave getting a call and answering it while he's fucking you 🤭

Dave would SO do this

𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ¹⁹⁹⁶

I'm lying sprawled on the king sized bed, my body slick with sweat, as Dave pounds into me relentlessly. His fingers dig cruelly into my hips, yanking me onto him with every savage thrust. The headboard pounds against the wall with every impact, the sound reverberating around the luxurious suite.

"Fuck yes, take it," Dave growls. His voice is husky with lust. "Your tight little cunt was made for my cock."

I groan loudly, my back arching high as he hits that perfect spot deep inside me. My nails rake down his back, leaving trails of red in their path. "Harder, please!" I beg shamelessly, wanting more of his dominant passion.

The pleasure builds within me, an unstoppable wave cresting higher with every punishing stroke. My body screams out from every nerve ending for its release. My pussy clenches around Dave's throbbing member, desperate for more friction.

Dave grunts. His rhythm becomes erratic as he nears his own climax. "Shit...you're gonna make me cum," he pants heavily between pumps. His pace quickens, driving deeper than ever before.

The shrill ring of the hotel room phone suddenly cuts through the air, jolting us both. "Fuck, who could that be?" Dave curses under his breath, not breaking his beat but toward the bedside table where the ringing phone is.

It doesn't faze Dave in the least. He keeps pounding into me, focusing only on our carnal dance. But a thought lingers in my mind as to who could be so insensitive as to interrupt such an intimate moment.

"Answer it," I gasp out between moans, hoping it might get over quickly and we could be back in our world of pleasure.

Dave lets out an irritated grunt and leans over to snatch up the receiver in one smooth motion. "Yeah? What do ya want?" he barks into the phone. I could vaguely hear the voice on the other end. It's Nick.

But he doesn't stop, keeps his consistent rhythm, thick shaft still stretching me open with every strong shove. The juxtaposition of his casual tone into the phone and his movements sends tingles down my back.

"Nah man, just busy breaking in some new gear," Dave chuckles, referring to me in such a crass manner.

His hand shifts from my hip to awkwardly cup one of my breasts and squeeze the soft flesh.

I throw my head back and whimper, feeling every inch of Dave reach and rub into me. "Fuck yeah...don't stop," I plead in a breathless voice into his ear, making sure to be quiet enough not to be picked up by the receiver of the phone.

Dave smirks at my needy pleas, seeming quite satisfied with the degree to which he has worked me up. "L'right, l'right, gotta go, see you tonight," he dismisses into the phone before hanging up abruptly.

He flings the receiver aside and reaches between my legs, pushing them upward and backward toward my shoulders. This angle allows him to sink even deeper, to hit that sweet spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

"Now, where were we?" Dave grins wickedly, picking up his relentless pace once more.

This change in position heightens all those sensations racing through my body. Every thrust now was harder, deeper, sending spikes of pleasure radiating from my warm core.

With Dave pounding into me, I wrap my arms around myself and hold tight onto my breasts, pinching at my nipples to add to the already overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh fuck.yes! Just like that." I moan, loud, despite trying to keep quiet just a while earlier.

Dave suddenly pulls out, his hot seed erupting in thick ropes across my chest and abdomen in sticky white stripes. I whine at the sudden emptiness as my walls clench fruitlessly while he paints me white with his cum.

"Look at you... lookin' so damn sexy covered in my cum," Dave mutters appreciatively, slowing his movements down to relish the sight before him.

I lie there, puffing heavily, utterly exhausted from our frenzied sex. The semen that is cooling on my skin is so lewd and deliciously dirty.

Dave leans down, his lips capturing mine in a burning kiss as he trails his mouth along my jawline and into the hollow of my neck. He nips and sucks at the tender skin, probably leaving his mark.

"You took my cock so well, baby," he praises huskily, his hands roaming possessively over my curves. "Such a good girl for me."

[doumadono]

Hii for sinful sunday, can u make a drabble on shoto's behavior if he sees his s/o with a lingerie!

Warnings: aged-up Shoto

SINFUL SUNDAY

Shoto Todoroki had just returned home after a long day of hero work. He was exhausted, his body aching from the battles he had fought. As he walked into his apartment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. This was his safe haven, a place where he could let his guard down.

He had been in a relationship with his girlfriend for some time now, and they had grown closer with each passing day. Shoto cherished the moments they spent together, the quiet dinners, the laughter, and the unwavering support she gave him.

On this particular evening, however, he was in for a surprise. As he entered the bedroom, he found his girlfriend standing there, wearing nothing but a delicate set of lingerie that left very little to the imagination. Shoto's eyes widened, his usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. "Y/N," he stammered, "you… you look incredible."

The lingerie that Shoto's girl wore was a breathtaking ensemble that seemed to have been chosen with great care to captivate his attention. It consisted of a delicate, barely-there bra and matching panties in a soft, blush-pink color. The fabric was satin, smooth to the touch and with a subtle sheen that caught the light in the most enticing way.

The bra featured intricate lace detailing along the cups, adding a touch of elegance to the sensuality of the ensemble. The lace extended from the underwire to the straps, which were adjustable and designed for a perfect fit. The cups, though sheer, offered just enough coverage to leave something to the imagination while revealing the graceful curves of the girl.

The panties were equally alluring. They had a low-rise cut, accentuating the natural lines of the hips and lower abdomen. Like the bra, they featured delicate lace that adorned the front panel, adding a touch of sophistication to the barely-there design. The back of the panties left Shoto's imagination to run wild, with a teasing thong style that showcased her assets in an irresistibly tempting manner.

The lingerie was completed with a garter belt and thigh-high stockings, both crafted from the same blush-pink satin and lace combination. The garter belt added a hint of vintage allure, hugging the hips and keeping the stockings in place. The stockings themselves were sheer and adorned with a delicate lace band at the top, framing her legs in a way that was nothing short of seductive.

Altogether, the lingerie was a tantalizing masterpiece, carefully selected to leave Shoto in awe and ignite a passion that he couldn't resist. It was the embodiment of elegance and sensuality, designed to make him forget the world and focus solely on the captivating figure before him.

A soft, sultry smile played on her lips as she approached him, her movements graceful and enticing. "I thought you might need a little something to help you relax after today," she purred.

Shoto's heart raced as he watched her, the sight of his girl in such intimate attire making his cheeks flush with desire. He had always been reserved, but in this moment, he couldn't help but be captivated by the person he loved. "You certainly know how to make me forget all my troubles," Shoto admitted, his voice low and husky.

His girlfriend stepped even closer, her fingers tracing a path up his chest. "That's the idea," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

As their lips met, Shoto felt the tension of the day melt away. In the arms of the woman he loved, wearing lingerie that left him utterly entranced, he knew that this was where he truly belonged.

[sjax001]

My (not-so-pleasant)version of the Lion and Guilliman's reunion

This idea emerged during a conversation with a friend, and because of my reluctance to laboriously craft it into a fanfic, I presented it in this form:

Guilliman heard numerous rumors about the Lion's return, but he struggled to believe it. Even before he entered the stasis field, he had already believed that the Lion was dead. Yet, he wanted the rumors to be true because of his overwhelming desperation for a brother's companionship.

So, he once again captured a Tzeentch daemon and interrogated it，seeking truth about the Lion's return.

The Tzeentch daemon affirmed that the Lion had indeed returned, untainted by Chaos. However, before Guilliman could find solace in this revelation, the daemon continued.

"He holds two distinct opinions of you, and you can guess which one is true.

The first: He is immensely relieved to learn that you are still alive and believes he is no longer alone.

The second: He thought he should have dealt with you and asked why could it not have been you who fell."

The daemon pulled a sly maneuver, withholding context about the Lion's words. It also conveniently changed the Lion's true meanings, "why could it not have been you who fell instead of Sanguinius," which Guilliman might have concurred with, and it also omitted that the Lion had also wished he had died in Sanguinius' place.

Guilliman was quick to conclude that only the second statement held truth. Given his understanding of the Lion, he reasoned that the Lion had never held him in high regard and was very likely upset with him.The Lion may believe he should be held accountable for the current state of the Imperium.So it's logical that the Lion wanted him dead.

In theory, Guilliman should have accepted this reality calmly, but he found himself unable to do so.

Imagine you awaken in a nightmarish world, utterly alone, burdened with the responsibility of saving everyone, yet no one could save you in return. Your father appears mad and treats you like a tool, and you lack a confidant to confide in. Amidst the ceaseless toil and isolation, a glimmer of hope emerges when you hear that one of your brothers has returned.You two weren't close before, but you've been alone for too long. You're so exhausted and you want to talk to someone. Despite past misunderstandings and disputes, he could be the sole person who comprehends your solitude and shares your burden.

But this brother, the only person in the world you can rely on and trust,thinks you're better off dead.

Thus Guilliman crumbled.He had a will as unyielding as steel and rock, but he had already pushed himself to the brink. And this was the straw that broke the camel's back.He could have continued to endure all the loneliness and despair, had the Lion not denied the value of all his effort and his life with a single sentence.

Meanwhile, the Lion was making preparations for his impending reunion with Guilliman. During his time with his sons, he felt that he should understand Guilliman's perspective beforehand. He turned to Azrael, inquiring if Guilliman had ever spoken about him. He was told by Azrael that when Indomitus Crusade fleet delivered primaris reinforcements to the Rock,Guilliman admitted to Azrael that he had always admired the Lion. Despite not sharing a particularly close bond, the Lion had always been the one Guilliman looked up to among all their brothers. This left the Lion both moved and reassured.

Therefore, when the Lion and Guilliman finally met again, the Lion tried to express his brotherly feelings of reunion, but Guilliman reacted with extreme indifference and restraint. The Lion was puzzled and annoyed by this and suspected that Guilliman thought he was trying to usurp power. The misunderstanding between them deepened.

Eventually, the Lion could bear it no longer. He used his forestwalk ability to reach the Honor of Macragge and wanted to have a sincere conversation with his brother. However, when Guilliman spotted him, he misconstrued the lion's intentions, believing that the lion had come to assassinate him. He instinctively raised the flaming sword in "self-defense." When the lion attempted to clarify that he had no such intentions, Guilliman questioned him, "Aren't you the one who wished I were dead?" The lion was speechless, as he had indeed uttered those words. A confrontation between the two ensued, but Guilliman eventually abandoned the fight midway due to overwhelming heartbreak.

This is the very first time when Lion witnessed Guilliman shedding tears. Even after the siege of Terra, when all were in mourning, Guilliman had immediately embarked on the task of reorganization and reconstruction.At that time,he was so driven that he seemed almost insensitive and indifferent.So all his brothers, including the lion, thought he's cold or strong enough to never be swayed by emotion.

Now,Lion realized that Guilliman even remained oblivious to his own tears,still convinced that he sounded resolute and intimidating to Lion.Suddenly, the Lion comprehended the relentless battle Guilliman had waged against despair,but he couldn't hold on any longer.And it's because of Lion.

I haven't figured out how this is supposed to end.My hope is for them to reconcile sincerely. However, I'm uncertain about how the Lion could offer solace to Guilliman and gain his trust again.Even he had changed a lot,I still think he is not good at comforting...and Roboute was devastated.

Any ideas ?

[mrslectermoriarty]

Headcanon Series #15

Okay, I need some IceMav!daughter stuff or I'm gonna burst!

I imagine a one-night-stand accident or a deceased mother of the girl and Tom/Pete got custody. (sth like that, the point is they’re a single parent)

Now, when they move in together (after cutting the crap and finally hooking up, developing a relationship) the little girl grows up with at first one, then two fathers.

Mav is Pops and Ice is Papa. East-European Tom Kazansky absolutely gets the ‘Papa’ title.

She learns the cooking from Mav because he had to make his own food pretty early on in his life (rough childhood, you know the drill)

(based on a Bruce Wayne Headcanon I can’t find anymore) Ice can’t cook at all. He can set a kitchen on fire with only a wooden spoon and cold water. The only thing he actually can do is an excellent bbq, which he becomes famous for. Ice teaches his daughter all the tricks and when she gets older, and Ice is maybe too exhausted after a day of work or sth, she’ll fire up the grill and provide amazing food for everyone around.

Also, Ice spent his childhood baking with his mother and her mother whenever they met, so the kid learns baking from him.

Mav teaches her how to fix cars and motorcycles. His hyperfixation kinda catches her too and they spend many weekends in the garage.

I am utterly obsessed with with this fanfiction and needed to implement it into this - Ice reads really weird bedtime stories, but she loves every single one of them.

Of course she grows up with Bradley (they’re around the same age, idc who’s older) and the adults around them like to refer to them as the chaos cousins. When Mav and Ice take Bradley in after Carole dies, they become the chaos siblings.

Bradley loves his sister and is super protective of her when they are in their teens. When she got cruelly dumped by her boyfriend in her first year of high school, Bradley stormed into the guys’ classroom and broke his nose. The principal had to call his parents, so Tom interrupted an important meeting and showed up in uniform at school to get his kid. The principal was kinda intimidated because of course Tom put on his Iceman™ look and stared the guy down, so Bradley ended up being expelled for only the rest of the day. (I think I need to write something separate about this)

Let’s take a closer look at the whole custody situation: Mav made Ice his emergency Contact and vice versa. Obvious. In the eyes of the Navy they are ‘best friends’ and brothers in arms; it’s not an uncommon thing to do so. Concerning the kids; they’re always both listed as emergency contacts for the kids. In a scenario where Tom has a daughter, they always argue “we both have a kid, we’re basically brothers, the kids are grew up together; they’re like cousins - we’re a family in the Navy, we look out for each other.” In a scenario where Mav has a daughter, he answers to that question with “Ice is like a brother to me; we’re best friends. He knows the kid(s). I can’t always respond, so I need another person to watch over the kid(s). He was the first to agree to that.” (I don’t know if this makes sense)

Regarding Bradley being an overprotective sibling; that girl doesn’t actually need any protection - after all, both her fathers are Navy legends and well respected and feared men in the military. She can stand her ground pretty well.

The flyboys often joke around if she actually might be a genetic experiment where they took Pete’s and Ton’s DNA to create the ultimate soldier because she inherits significant parts of both their personalities. She gets Mav’s recklessness and Ice’s strategic thinking, so everything she does, however stupid it might look, she does on purpose. She also got both their stubbornness. They all agree; if she ever starts a career in the Navy, she’s gonna be a nightmare for her superiors.

She starts a career in the Navy. Of course she had the chance to do something else, but she grew up surrounded by people being very passionate about their jobs and they just kinda naturally dragged her into it. Her military education looks something like this, I found it and almost died of laughter because this is kinda exactly how I imagined it, this is a piece of art!

She’s just as protective of her brother as he is over her and that’s why she hates Jake in the beginning. Sure, they’re now adults, but Bradley has such an unhealthy relationship with that guy, on and off and back on; then they’re fucking in a closet, the next minute they shout at each other over training exercises - she doesn’t get why Bradley keeps crawling back to that guy. After the Uranium-Mission (Ice lives, Mav doesn’t have the fight with Bradley) she starts appreciating the guy a little more because for one, he saved her father and brother, second, now that both men are more mature than ever and develope an actual relationship, she can see parallels in them to her fathers and she gets why they can’t keep away from each other. (Also don’t know if this makes sense)

Both her fathers walk her down the aisle on her wedding day, she insists on that.

Please expand if you have additions! <3

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 11

hope u enjoy this :D and please comment and reblog! each and every one of them warms my heart up so much <3

credit to @brekitten for betaing this. Seriously she was lowkey amazing and i exploded from it

and by lowkey amazing i mean just straight up amazing

credit to @adonneniel (at least I think that's them. I'll correct it next chapter if not) for the I Spy joke inspiration :3

MASTAPOST

Jack Fenton’s mad driving had them racing up the mountain path. Bruce couldn’t even enjoy the beautiful scenery as every corner seemed to invite a brush with death. He wasn’t sure if the orange man was insane and lucky or one of the best drivers he’d met in his life. In no time at all, they reached the top of the mountain, a noted campsite for many an adventurous teen or young couple.

Many teens, except for the missing trio at this moment.

Bruce already knew Daniel Fenton wouldn’t be here in all likelihood. And if he wasn’t here, there was little chance his two closest friends would, either. No, it was almost certainly a lie to disguise some other kind of activity, but it didn’t sit right with him that they might be doing something normal for a rebellious teen. Gangs, drugs, petty vandalism, dares. Something about their secretive demeanour and false aloofness pointed to a more fantastical answer. A more dangerous one.

As Bruce and the Fentons hopped off the SAV, they confirmed his suspicions. All he could see was trees, campfire stones, and bits of litter.

From his profile of Sam Manson, she would never tolerate such a thing. Every time he saw her, it was a protest of some kind, or loudly accosting litterers and people wearing leather jackets and carrying crocodile handbags, which practically confirmed his suspicions.

“Let’s spread out, we’ll cover more ground, and then meet back here in ten minutes.”

Ten minutes later, the three parents returned to the SAV, utterly empty-handed. Jack looked distraught, and Madeline was idly squeezing the handle of another gun. He hadn’t noticed that before. How many weapons did these people have?

“No sign. Nothing. Zilch.” Madeline muttered. “Why would they lie to us?”

Why wouldn’t a teenager lie, to be honest?

“Have you ever seen them do anything strange or out of the ordinary?” Bruce asked, the softer voice of a worried father.

Jack gasped. “What, like drugs?! Gangs? We chased those suckers out of town years ago! Danno would never get tangled with them!”

That was a story that Bruce would probably have to look into later.

At the same time, Madeline’s brow furrowed. “He did go missing half a year ago…”

Jack’s expression softened. “Yeah, kid was so shaken he never spoke about it. Can you imagine? Gone for a week, then shows up back home outta nowhere and didn’t even wanna talk about it.”

Bruce nodded, understanding fully what they had felt. Jack punched his open palm. “I oughta find whoever was responsible and tear them apart. Molecule by molecule.” His body slumped, voice losing its vigour again. “But Jazzy told us it was only gonna hurt him, pressing for info, so we haven’t.”

“After that, his grades started dropping. Danny’s a genius I tell you. A Fenton in every way, but after we got him back, he started skipping class, and making vague excuses all the time…” She shook her head and sat down, body seeming to gain days of exhaustion in a second. “It’s like he’s changed, somehow.”

Bruce considered this info… Sixth months ago? The timeline was suspicious. Six months ago, Daniel Fenton had gone missing. A week later, he shows up out of nowhere, refusing to speak of his experience. Soon after, sirens began to terrorise the city, with Phantom playing sometimes hero, sometimes criminal. Daniel Fenton’s behaviour changes drastically. Daniel, his two friends and Damian disappear on the same day. What was the connection?

Jack Fenton crouched on the ground beside his wife, frowning. “But that’s surely gotta be some kind of trauma response, right? That’s what Jazzy always says.”

“Maybe…” Bruce muttered.

Jack picked up on this, and looked up to where Bruce was still standing. “Maybe what, Brucie?”

“No, it was just a curiosity I had. I’m so sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering about Phantom. Didn’t he appear six months ago too?”

Instantly, the Fenton parents scowled. Madeline clenched her fist around the gun. “That damned fishboy. He parades himself as a hero but we all know he’s a menace! Just last week he stole one of the prototypes for the Fenton Wrist Ray! How?! He doesn’t even have legs!”

And that right there was the big question, but there were a few hang-ups before he could move forward with his theory.

“I thought some of the previous sirens who attacked had legs.”

Jack shrugged, his hands making a so-so motion. “Well it’s actually kind of interesting. See, sirens’ bodies are based on a-“

Maddie laid a hand on his shoulder. “Honey, maybe we should keep the explanation short this time.”

“Right! The answer is we don’t know!”

Madeline face-palmed. “Some sirens demonstrate the ability to shift between their true form and a human-passing form. That being said, we’ve never seen Phantom’s human form, so we don’t even know if he can’t, or just hasn’t. We know for a fact there are some sirens that straight up can’t shift, but what determines that fact is unclear.”

Bruce hummed. A moment of pause before the next thought. “What if he didn’t need to shift?”

The Fentons’ mouths gaped open. “Are you saying…?”

“The last time I talked to your son before he disappeared, he didn’t seem to share most of your opinions towards the siren race. He seemed… evasive.” More than that. Daniel Fenton looked like he had the world on his shoulders, and he couldn’t share it with anyone. Or rather: couldn’t share it with his parents.

“That’s impossible! Danno would never-” But Madeline interrupted her husband.

“He has been running off a lot. Jack, how else would our inventions get into Phantom’s hands?”

Jack Fenton stared at his wife for a minute, eyes slowly opening in horror. “Floundering fishes. The punk’s brainwashed him!”

Bruce waved his hands back and forth frantically. “Maybe that’s going a bit far, don’t you think? I’m sure there’s-”

Madeline grabbed his arm and yanked him into the SAV with surprising might. “No time! I know where the kids are!”

Bruce startled, even as Jack Fenton jumped into the driver’s seat. How on earth did she make that deduction?

Of course, he didn’t doubt their intelligence, only their sanity. They were smart enough to figure out all of this tech, but detectives they were not (the profile he had done on them was thorough). Perhaps he underestimated them.

Hold on, what was he thinking? His deduction was that the kids were somewhere on the coast, in one of the many coves around Amity Bay, where they likely snuck out often to contact Phantom.

In that case, why on earth was Jack not turning the duckboat around?

“Dr Fenton, what are you doing?!” The high-pitched squeak at the end of his question was regrettably not entirely fake.

“The fastest way to rescue the kids!” Jack said, a manic gleam in his eyes visible via the rear view mirror. The mad scientist slammed the gas. Bruce’s seat slammed into his back. The billionaire braced himself.

The SAV charged through the campsite, weaving in between trees and rocks and debris. Up ahead the woods cleared to reveal the ocean over a cliff.

Jack did not slow down. He sped up. The cliff came closer. And closer. Jack sped up further.

There was no longer any ground beneath the wheels.

We cut to preserve Bruce Wayne’s dignity.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean…

Damian scanned his left. He scanned the right. He glanced up into the clear sky. He peered down at the dark. He took a peek behind his shoulders. With his decision made, he made his declaration with poise and finality.

“I spy with my little eye, something b-”

“IT’S THE WATER!”

Damian’s eye twitched.

Danny nodded eagerly, like a lost puppy begging for attention. Scratch that. Lost puppies were far more lovable. “Come on. It’s the water, right? Right??”

“I spy. With my. Little. Eye. Something beating. You imbecile.”

“Crap. Uhhhmm…” Danny blinked, eyes turning sky high as he searched for answers. “Is it a bird? Because some people call their movements wingbeats.”

Damian’s jaw dropped. “No! It was your heart! Your heart beating!” He punctuated every word with an aggressive tap at Danny’s translucent chest, a still frighteningly visceral display case for his blue heart.

“That’s stupid! I could’ve come up with a better one!”

“The last three you did were the water, the sky and the sun respectively.”

“I said I could, not that I would!”

…

“I do admit. I did not account for birds’ wingbeats.”

“HAH!”

Back to the parents…

Never had Bruce ever feared for his life more than what just happened.

May he never speak of it again.

“See Brucie? Jack Fenton is an ace driver. You’ll never fear for your life in my capable hands!”

Madeline nudged her husband. “Honey, focus.”

“Oh sorry. Where to, sweetie?”

“The cove!”

Bruce shook the adrenaline off. Back to business. Coincidentally, he’d just received a pertinent message from the Cave.

“Hey B.” Tim’s voice filtered through the tiny ear piece Bruce kept at all times, accompanied by rapid clacking, almost fast enough to merge into a continuous clackackckackackack. “Half the footage you sent was corrupted. I saved the other half, but I haven’t been able to look through it. Currently fighting a hacker and trying to get back into Amity’s servers. Just got a breakthrough though. He’s based in Amity, currently location: the cove just underneath the mountain on the main island. RR Out.”

Bingo.

That cove being a hollow space in the mountain carved out by seawater and erosion. There was a small waterfall covering the entrance and obscuring view. As the SAV drove past the barrier, Bruce heard two gasps of shock.

There they were. A black boy in a yellow shirt and red beret, skin caked in sweat, hunched over a desk with a laptop glaring brightly in the otherwise-dimly lit room. Beside him, a pale girl in all black, clutching an old tome and glaring viciously at him.

But where on earth was Daniel Fenton?

And where was Damian?

[rainycloud444]

HEAR ME OUT. SPICYNOODLES STORY IDEA.

‼️Season 5 spoilers btw‼️

For this idea, the two had only established feelings for one another recently and haven’t discussed a relationship (considering they are in the middle of a world ending mission so they decided to have smth to look forward to after all of this mess and wait)

Also Mk was forced to stay with Nüwa for the sake of the plot. OR chose to stay idk you can decide. 🫶🏻

Red is there when Mk has to jump through the portal and stuff to save the world, he is completely heart broken. He isn’t able to reach out to Mk in time to stop him. He is on the ground screaming sobbing Mk’s name, fire is just fuming all around him (I like to personally head cannon that if he is upset enough/in major distress his fire color varies from blue to white as it gets very hot.) out of impulse he decides to open a portal to the celestial realm and leave with no explanation. Just gone.

Red actually GOES TO THE CELESTIAL REALM. AND DRAGS MK BACK TO THE MORTAL REALM. (How boss would that be??)

And I was thinking at the end he just arrives back to Flower Fruit Mountain where everyone met up in ‘memorial’ for Mk and Red just tiredly (incredibly beat up) walks up the mountain with a sleeping Mk in his arms. Everyone is just gobsmacked by this, and of course are in tears and stuff. Red collapses from exhaustion FINALLY (cause he knows Mk will be safe and he can rest *cries profusely*)

Later on Mk wakes up and all of that fun stuff. His friends all greet him and blah blah blah and he is all like “You guys are so amazing for doing this” and they are all like “Um- we did NOT do that, Red did” and he is all like “Pardon 🤠” utterly flabbergasted LMAO. (I was thinking the reason they didn’t try to do the same was because they thought yk, Mk was dead dead as in fully gone disappeared into the earth gone, and Red was just in utter denial and knew it was some sneaky ass celestial realm shit. Sooo that was his motive!) Obviously not because he doesn’t think Redson couldn’t do it but because Red loved Mk so much he ripped through the celestial realm, almost fucking died MULTIPLE times, AND LITERALLY HAD TO GO AGAINST THE CREATOR OF LIFE HERSELF (You can decide on how that would happen. I personally imagine it as a bargain of some sort) just to save him. And bring him back home with no scratches (on Mk)

Of course they see each other Red all bandaged up and Mk is sobbing like “Omg you dumbass why did you do that for me” and Red is all like “Your the dumbass who jumped into the portal to sacrifice yourself. And you are plenty of worth destroying the world and celestial realm for, I wouldn’t want them anyways if you weren’t there.” And Mk is just internally melting and sobbing. And and then Red son makes a stupid joke about not getting a goodbye kiss which makes Mk laugh and then they kiss.

A little bonus: Redson goes down in history for being a force to reckon with when it came to his lover (insert cool historic sounding love story title) and his parents are super proud of him all that fun stuff 💪💪

I MIGHT TRY TO WRITE A STORY BASED ON IT BUT I FEEL LIKE I WOULD OVERWHELM MYSELF WITH IDEAS AND THEN JUST COMPLETELY LOSE MOTIVATIONAL LOL so I am hoping this falls into the hands of some great people!! 🫶🏻

(This song gives me this story energy 😫)

[joesanrio]

Such a Loser | R.R

Summary: After the MITB match, Joe’s entire demeanor seemed off which wasn’t expected after the weeks worth of planning and working for the match itself.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || established relationship

Warnings: Stubbornness, Pet names, Random attitude, One-sided arguements, Strong language, kissing, fingering, slapping, grabbing face, praise and degrading, p in v, cockwarming, Cuddling, Love bombs

Rating: 18+

A/N: I was panicking the whole time watching it, bcs I was rooting for the Usos but I felt like they might trick me and have Solo and Roman win anyway…

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The car ride silent as Joe sits beside me dozing off, not surprising since today was probably the longest and most anticipated day of his life. His performance was amazing especially the aftermath of the match, even leaving me wondering what’s going to happen next. There was something wrong though, after the match his entire demeanor just shifted into this dull and forceful manner.

“I’m so proud.” I whisper as I play with his wedding band before looking out the window myself, “I’m glad.” He mumbles back with a small smile. The driver enters the hotel parking lot causing me to grab my purse and get ready to exit, with the driver finally parking the car we get out and I help with one of Joe’s bag. “Don’t do that, I got it.” He shakes his head before taking the bag away and throwing it over his shoulder.

Entering the hotel, we head straight towards the elevator as the silence overtakes our surroundings due to it being late at night. “What’s wrong?” I question after his exaggerated sigh, causing him to roll his eyes. “Nothing.” He snaps randomly, at least before he was nicer, my lips form a line as I nod slowly while looking away.

The elevator after taking it’s sweet time, arrives on our floor allowing me to leave that awkward silence. Grabbing the key from my purse as we head down the never-ending hallway, I look back to see Joe clearly struggling with his suitcase wheels. “I’ll help.” I hold back a laugh at his irritated expression, grabbing the suitcase it immediately rolls with ease and so does his eyes. “You know I got you baby.” I try to joke, though at this moment I’m the only one who finds it even a bit funny.

Making it to the room, I scan the card as it lets us in to our suite. Joe immediately heads to the bedroom, “Baby…” I call after him as I enter the room myself and seeing his drained expression. “Not now.” He grunts while tossing his bag into the corner, going silent soon after as I don’t know how to respond. I decide that maybe running us a shower could help, so I go to the bathroom.

“Really Novs? What did you do today that made you so utterly exhausted and sweaty that you need to shower?” He spoke abruptly, I look at the door which he’s standing at shirtless. “It was for both of us, I thought I would be nice.” I smile ignoring his rudeness while turning towards him completely, his face immediately lightening from the distasteful look he was giving. He leaves without saying anything else, I’m assuming to get ready for the shower.

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After the shower, I finally got Joe to open up to me about what was bothering him. What I wasn’t expecting was the fact that he was going to rant for 2 hours straight about it.

“I understand.” I say tiredly as Joe is on his rant about his lost at MITB, as amazing as the guys performed he was more bothered about the crowd. “Baby you’ve seen and heard worse things.” I sigh as he throws himself back down onto the couch, “Don’t break this couch.” I warn as he sat up properly and fixed the pillow on the other side of him.

“Imagine just trying to give the best performance of your life to people who can’t even focus on it because they’re too busy yelling ‘Fuck you’!” Joe stresses as he clenches his teeth together, I go to hug him but he moves away. “Well what would you like me to do?” I force a smile even though I’m sick of his attitude, “Nothing! I just need you to listen.” He exclaims. That sends me in a frenzy because that’s all I’ve been doing for 2 hours!

I roll my eyes at him before leaving the living room, and heading to the bedroom to get away from his shenanigans. “Baby Really? I ask one thing and you walk off.” He says loud enough for me to hear in the room, “I’m sorry.” I shrug knowing he can’t see me. Sliding off my slides, I get into the comfy sheets hoping he’ll get the gist. I can hear his heavy foot steps coming towards the door, “Come lay down, you’re getting red.” I open my arms for him to join me.

Hearing his deep sigh and his movement towards the bed, I smile in a small victory. I watch him as he fixes his shorts, remembering there’s nothing underneath I got a plan. “They probably did it because you’re so hot when you’re angry.” I smile seductively as I roll over onto my stomach while he gets into the bed. “Oh really?” He mumbles before looking at me, I hum as I cuddle up into him with my leg tossed over his hips.

His hands quickly grab onto my waist and ass, rubbing so gently across my skin. “I think you did phenomenal. You looked so tough, sexy, and serious.” I bite my lip unintentionally thinking back at the visuals he was giving during the match. I push myself onto his hips with my hands resting along his bare chest, “But you lost…” I tease as I roll along his slowly hardening cock.

He grunts as his hands reach up to my hips, I smirk at his reaction. “Are you actually mad at the crowd or are you just being a sore loser?” He glares up at me after my comment while his hands grip my hips roughly, a small whimper coming from my throat at the action. I tilt forward as our faces become close and I can feel his harsh breaths, I smile before squishing his cheeks with my hand and placing a kiss onto his pink lips.

Immediately he kissed back only with more passion, I let go of his face as his tongue entered the kiss. “So sweet.” He smiles against my lips, I giggle remembering the vanilla and coconut chapstick I put on. Pulling away from the kiss, I admire his face seeing the small scratch by his chin. “They got you pretty good.” I say pointing to the minuscule mark, he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling me back down onto his lips.

His hands finding their way onto my ass while my hips continues grinding against his, feeling him fully hard underneath me. “Fuck.” He grunts against my lips nicely before throwing his head back, I sit up and remove my top. I moan quietly as one of his hands leave my ass to squeeze my boob, “So pretty.” He smirks at my reaction.

Joe flipping us over to my dismay, sitting back on his heels as he pulls my bottoms off with a surprise of nothing under. “You were planning this huh?” He teases as he throws my bottoms somewhere in the room, I look away from his intense stare as he waits for an answer. “Answer me.” He grabs my face to make eye contact again, I nod but it doesn’t please him. “Words, come on you know better.” His words immediately creating arousal to drip from my entrance. “Yeah, more of hoping.” I wink as he smiles.

His long fingers make their way to my pussy as they slide between my slit, rubbing around my clit and back down to the entrance. “You’re soaked… you got a thing for losers?” He tilts his head teasingly, I nod eagerly as his other hand comes back to my boobs and plays delicately with the nipples. The once silent room was now noisy with the sounds of my moans, and his soft grunts.

His fingers entering my entrance smoothly and filling me up, “Oh my… god!” I squeal as he starts a ruthless pace. He smirks as the wet sounds from my pussy fills the room, going to grab his wrist, his other hand interferes. “What’s wrong? You were hoping for this.” His deep voice enters my ears as he bends down to kiss my neck, though nothing but moans can come from me in response.

“Wait- I’m going to cum.” I gasp as the feeling builds up in my stomach, his fingers going even faster though I didn’t think it was possible. “It’s too much!” My eyes squeeze shut as I cum onto his fingers, “Look at me.” He demands as he removes his fingers gently. Opening my eyes, the sight of him sucking the cum off his fingers made me immediately want to cover my face in embarrassment.

“You think you can cum again?” He questions knowing the answer to that, he pulls out his hard cock causing it to slap against his pelvis. The tip was dripping precum as it was swollen and red, he leans down before rubbing against my drenched lips. “Damn baby.” He groans as his hips falter at the feeling, I hum as I pull him into a quick kiss.

Already breathless, he positions himself at my entrance before entering slowly due to his large size. He throws his head back making his neck come to full display, sitting up a bit I suck a small hickey on the side of his adams apple. “Your pussy is so good.” He chuckles as he starts a slow place, enjoying the feeling of me stretching around his cock. Joe pushes one of my legs up from underneath the knee allowing him to a different angle.

Moans just flowing from my mouth uncontrollably, “I literally love you so much. So so much!” My head falling back onto the pillow as I can no longer take looking at where him and I are connected, he lets out a breathy chuckle as he begins pounding into me. Slapping noises being heard throughout the room as well as the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. “I love you.” He says happily, his other hand holding onto my hip.

“Look at your tits just bouncing, I’m fucking you so good huh?” He smirks while slapping my bouncing boobs creating a shock to flow through my body. “You’re amazing! It’s so good.” I whine out as he lets go of my thigh and brings my hand to hold it instead. Doing the same for my other thigh, he’s practically pounding me into the mattress considering every time he comes down my body jolts from impact. “You just love losers, look at you creaming all over one.” He grabs my face roughly to look at him.

Hair falling over his face, forehead glistening with sweat. “So pathetic, don’t you think?” He degrades me and I love it, a small pout forms on my lips causing him to come down a kiss them. Moaning against his lips, his hand lets go of my face and goes down to my clit to rub fast circles. Unintentionally clenching on his pounding cock, I can feel him twitch inside of me.

“Mm’gonna cum?” I tease after he pulls away from my lips hesitantly, he nods shameless as his hands fall right beside my head to hold himself up. Biceps on full display as I’m caged in by his body, “Cum in me. Please cum.” I beg as his eyes start fluttering closed and mouth falling open. “Shit… oh I’m gonna cum.” He moans while his head drops, I can feel the warm ropes of his cum coat my walls as he breathes hard above me. “Oh yes.” I moan as I cum at the overstimulating feeling of his orgasm.

He drops his body gently onto mine as he stays inside, “You’re going to be pregnant after this.” He mumbles. My hands leave my thighs as they hold him close to me, resting on his back and tracing little shapes. “That’s totally fine.” I smile as I kiss his shoulder happily.

[kleftiko]

❦ HOUSE OF SILVER

cw: mature themes (paid sexual favours), implied historical violence, historical ideologies regarding sex, fem!reader

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The Edo period—the final era of feudal Japan. daimyos, samurais, and the common class, all with a purpose to help society. After her father lost his money and status when she was a child, y/n works as a maid in a teashop, following courtesans and cleaning up after their jobs. When the head of the Gojo clan comes in one night, she doesn’t expect to see him again, much less have him call on her.

The winter season is slowly creeping up. Morning air has a slight bite to it, though you don't experience it much; by morning, you're always exhausted, having cleaned rooms all night. Some were better than others; it always depends on what the customer is into.

The entertainment district always had a certain uncertainty about it. Anything was possible—anyone was possible—and people showed their true colours in the night, behind the veil of the brightly coloured lights and behind the doors of tea shops.

but that never concerns you. With winter coming up, the only thought you have is which drunk customer would drag slush onto the clean floors.

"I hope he comes again." The dreamy sigh that escaped her painted lips could only be reserved for one customer. the daimyo and head of the Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru.

Not only was it an honour to be called upon by the most powerful man around, but it also helped that he was utterly gorgeous. His beauty was spoken of like a welcomed curse—courtesans would leave his presence with a smile on their face, a haze in their eyes, and pride in their step. Though you can't imagine he's that enchanting. Women leave his presence and don't whisper a word of his doings, instead letting a sigh escape and saying something along the lines of

"you would have to be there to know."

"You really like Lord Gojo." You look over at Miwa, who brushes her hair with a gleam in her eyes.

She just hums and says, "I do."

"What's he like?" You ask your fellow maid. You had never laid eyes on him or known what his apparent beauty consisted of.

Your friend stretches out on the futon next to you. "His hair is like snow; his eyes are like the sky; he's tall; and his presence commands attention wherever he goes," Miwa continues, her voice filled with admiration. "He carries himself with grace and confidence, as if he were born to rule.”

The description she gave honestly sounded like a yokai to you, with unnatural features like a shikigami; you wouldn't be surprised if a demon were roaming around the district.

"One day, I hope he calls for me." Miwa looks toward you.

"Why?" you ask honestly.

"If I can please him, he might make me his wife," she grins.

"You, and what experience?" You almost laughed. "You really think either of us could match the expertise of the ladies here?"

Miwa scrunches up her nose, slipping under the sheets of her futon, and says,

"I definitely couldn't, but some men like the inexperience, especially if they're looking for a wife."

You join her under the covers, looking towards the closed shutters and the dawn light seeping through the cracks.

“I don't think men look for wives in a place like this." You whisper, but are only met with the even breaths of Miwa’s sleep.

An abnormal shadow crosses the shutters—a mass of something that looks like legs creeping along. You can hear the shallow tapping of the thin feet every time they touch the wooden curtain. As the figure stops, you can just barely make out the edges of the thing, which are barely expanding, as if it were a breathing being. Though you know of no such creature that takes this shape.

But you decide you have no interest in it and instead turn your back on it and close your eyes for some sleep.

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[walmartbrandwhatever]

okay, so I was yapping with my bestie(@inthepeachtree ), and now I'm sharing my yap session about the curtis brothers like post book. this is like super angst and does mention like struggles with food and mental health and stuff similar, so keep that in mind! this is also my opinion, so if things are ooc character, etc, I apologize :) I know you all are loved mwah<3

imagine the utter anxiety darry and probably soda have after the events.

I feel like darry wouldn't be able to sleep even though pony was back home and safe. like he would try his hardest to sleep but is tossi.g and turning until late Into the night. he's *exhausted* but his mind is screaming that pony is gone, having run away and no whwre to be found( worse if his mind was screaming pony was the one who died in the fire not Johnny and that it was all his fault) and that anxiety goes to soda who he think joined pony in running away and that now he was utterly alone which was his *worst* fear because what is he ment to do now that the two people he was living for left him? so eventually he gets up and paces around his room or makes his way out of his room and starts cleaning etc because he doesn't

a) want to worry his brothers because he's the oldest, and they don't need to have the burden of what he think he is. and b) his brothers needed all the rest they could get, especially if Pony's nightmares got *so* much worse. so he does anything to keep his mind from thinking the absolute worst. he eventually either gives up and checks on his brothers who were in their bed each hugging eachother ( he feels a ping of hurt knowing that he would never have the relationship soda and pony have but he's learned to accept it.) after checking they were in fact safe ans okay he eventually falls asleep but that shit wears him down. NOT TO MENTION the guilt he feels much about dally and Johnny. like musical him probably constantly thinks about him and days fight and he agrees with every dally says and he feels utterly guilty bc if it weren't for him they would be alive ans same goes for his parents. like that man is *struggling, but he keeps working. he also is so afraid of hurting his brothers again and is fighting with himself everytime he gets angry but on a happy note after a while his relationship with pony does get better, slowly but day by day they start to build a better relationship. bonus points if the curtia brothers find darry one night stress cleaning and end up like taking about everything and their emotions then having a cuddle session bc I stand for it. relationship

now onto soda and pony

with soda he probably is somewhat similar with needing to check that pony is safe and okay. I'm still like analysisimg soda so his might not be as detailed yk

but like, he's the type of person to like feel others' emotions, which is utterly exhausting, especially with Pony having these horrible nightmares, and he *feels* everything pony is feeling. he has had so many nights where Pony would be asleep, and he just breaks down sobbing because he can't stand to see his little brother like this. (DONT GET ME STARTED WHEN PONY WAS SICK AND IM THAT DELIOUS STATE BC DARRY AND AODA WERE GOING THROUGHT IT AND I WILL YAP ABT IT ) but soda is similar to darry about not wanting pony to worry about him because his brother had already been through so much and needs to focus on healing. he allows himself to open up to darry because he knows that his brother feels the same way, and he knows darry would rather die before ever admitting that he isn't okay. soda has found darry practically in tears in the middle of the night, trying not to wake his brothers. soda has always been better with emotions, but he's struggling with the deaths of everyone on top of Pony's horrible mental state. he feels guilty about the small part of him that still feels some anger towards darry for hurting pony but he also feels the utter pain darry feels about hurtimg pony(soda had run after pony but couldn't catch him and darry had felt so sick of himself he threw up whatever dinner he had. he also then proceeded to try to scrub his hand clean ~~no matter what he did his actions could never be undone~~) anyways like a said group cuddle session after the three of them all talk about how they feel bc God knows they need that.

now with ponyboy everything u said(this was a lot, and they can reply with what they said if they want!). It definitely is true in my mind. like he feels like everything was/is his fault and probably is near a mental breakdown/has one because they can't be gone. *they just can't* because that means death is following him and that means his brothers or two bit, ace(she is part of the gang bc I say so and I love her), he'll even steve are next ans he's not sure if he could live knowing they cpuld/will die. he struggles with food and basic needs for a while because windxcile had fuxked with him so badly. his brother worked with him a lot about trying to get him back to a healthy place both mentally and physically. it took a while but he was finally able to eat a full meal without feeling sick after a few months and darry and soda were *so proud* like soda was close to tears and so was darry. darry also struggled with food because he a)thought all the food should go to his brothers and not him bc he could live without it and b) during the time pony was going he thought why should he eat when pony couldn't? with every mistake him(darry) and pony constantly like punish themselves for the smallest things and soda tries his best to teach them that it's okay to make mistakes and tat they don't need to punish themselves.

also, I can yap about the week. Pony was gone with soda and darry bc darry was low-key, giving me not doing well vibes to me, but I can definitely go I to that.

again I'm still working on understanding ever character in the book but these are just my thoughts. if you have any comments or things to add on definitely lmk because I love to talk! love you all and lmk if you want to yap some more!!

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Hi hello yes more thoughts about this hgduo pre-canon, hunger games/wars au(??) because my brain is rotating them at incredible speeds. (Obligatory cannibalism tw because yeah the lore do be like that.)

Bad originally finds Cellbit while the kid is trying to use a dagger to carve up a body to eat---key word trying. Bad stands back and watches him struggle for about thirty seconds before speaking up: "You're holding that wrong." (The kid jumps about two feet in the air. "WhhUH---") "Also you're not supposed to carve with a dagger, silly. You should really be using a knife. Here." And Bad passes him one of his hunting knives.

Bad mentally dubs Cellbit "Dagger-Kid" because he doesn't know Cellbit's name. When Cellbit later admits he doesn't know his name either, Bad officially dubs him "Dagger-Kid" or "Dagger" for short. ((For the rest of this I'll be calling Cellbit "Dagger")) ((Also I'm not 100% on this name yet but we'll see.))

I should note that I also think it would be funny that every time Dagger does something notable or reveals a new quality about himself, Bad tries to give him a new name. Like, they scavenge a piece of chocolate off one of their victims and Dagger loves it, so Bad tries to suggest, "Oh oh! What if we called you 'Sweets'! Or 'Chocolate'? 'Coco,' maybe?" all of which Dagger (playfully) rolls his eyes at. Bad rotates through nicknames regularly, but Dagger personally sticks with the first name Bad gave him.

Dagger was on his own for two months before he met Bad. He is injured and half-starved and utterly exhausted. The first time they make camp together, Dagger promises he'll take the first watch, but he nods off before even Bad can fall asleep. It's the first time Dagger has felt safe enough to truly relax, so his body just crashes. He sleeps for twelve hours.

This one's honestly more of a general qsmp headcanon I have but it goes here too: Bad teaches Dagger how to throw knives (for combat) and how to do knife tricks (for fun). Current-day Cellbit still remembers how to do the tricks, and he'll often use them as a way of fidgeting when he's thinking---with a pen or pencil instead, though.

One of Dagger's natural talents is stealth. He's not as quiet as Bad, but he's definitely good at it; his cat-hybrid traits definitely lend him a hand here, too. It's the main way Dagger survived before meeting Bad, stealing supplies out of camps while people were sleeping.

Bad, being a demon, doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep as much as mortals do, and certainly not as much as a teenage boy. To him, it only seems practical that he gives himself smaller portions of their rations, or takes longer nightwatch shifts. But Dagger (who can scarcely imagine ever being not hungry or not tired, much less at the same time) is still grateful and feels somewhat indebted to Bad, even after Bad explains.

Dagger (a cat hybrid and a little more than a bit messed up) bites to show affection. Usually Bad's arm. Any normal guy would be injured by the force of Dagger's bite---Dagger doesn't really seem to understand that not-biting-hard is an option---but Bad doesn't really mind it.

(The truth is that deep down Dagger really wants to hug Bad, but he knows Bad isn't a very cuddly person, and yeah Bad might give him a hug if he asked but he's too afraid to ask so all that affection stays bottled up until it rises rises rises and he just doesn't know what to do with it anymore and it needs OUT---)

Bad thwacks Dagger upside the head with his tail whenever Dagger is being a "little rapscallion" and eventually Dagger starts retaliating. His tail isn't as long or flexible as Bad's but he definitely does try.

Bad has a lot of stories to tell. Some true, some made up on the fly. He's always liked telling stories, and Dagger is a captive audience. He learns Dagger loves mysteries, and suddenly, all of his campfire stories are about spies, and detectives, and red-string cork boards and espionage.

The thing Dagger fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and Bad won't be there because Bad decided Dagger slowed him down and thus abandoned him. He thinks about this near-constantly. (The thing Bad fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and look at Dagger and start caring like he used to a long, long time ago. He does not think about this at all.)

[avocado-writing]

Kinktober 27

27. Wax Play, Glory Hole, Group Sex

The three of you weren’t initially sure about the orgy.

You’re a little possessive of each other. After all, it’s not often that three immortals manage to fall into a functional polycule. You don’t want anything, or anyone, to encroach on that; what you have is perfectly wonderful between just the three of you.

But, time went on, and though you didn’t exactly loosen your grip on each other, there were certain… things that you all came to agree on. Like it might be interesting to watch each other get fucked by different people, if only for the smug confirmation that your partners can do it better.

Besides, you're an adventurous lot. It’s nice to try anything once.

So, one evening in 1856, the three of you finally accept the invitation laid out to you by a friend at the museum - a secretly kinky lot, archaeologists - and find yourselves welcomed into a cosy parlour lit by candles.

You were met by writhing, sweaty bodies and eager, welcoming hands. Hands wishing to explore and caress. So the three of you melted into their embrace.

The thing is, the three of you are very good at sex. You’ve all had enough time to practise. So no wonder people come flocking to you.

You’re laid out on a chaise lounge. On your back you can mostly catch sight of the ceiling, but turn your head to locate your lovers as a man with an impressive girth slides his cock into your mouth. You gasp and choke him down, tears pricking your eyes as you skim the crowd.

“You are a beauty,” mutters the stranger, reaching forward to feel himself fuck your throat from the outside. A beautiful, large woman settles between your legs and slings one of them up over her shoulder before beginning to press her mouth to your sex. You’re already dripping from being fucked by several other people but keen into her touch anyway. She is magnificent with her tongue.

You can see the others, and they’re looking back at you. Crowley’s being taken over the arm of a large velvet chair, cock trapped between the fabric and his own stomach, a woman fucking him with a large faux-penis strapped to her cunt. Her hands are digging in so ferociously to poor Crowley’s hips you’re certain that she’ll leave a mark.

Well, actually, she won’t. Because Crowley’s body doesn’t allow marks to be left unless it’s by you or Aziraphale, in which case he takes great pride in displaying them.

The angel is not too far off from him. A woman is riding his face, moaning loudly as he drags his tongue up and down the soft lips of her pussy, and a pair of men are sharing his thick cock between their mouths.

You’re all enjoying it. It’s nice. But it’s not perfect. You know that you’d be making Aziraphale groan in delight, have Crowley begging to let him come. And they’d take you to ecstasy and back in return.

So the three of you end up coming back together. Your lovers sink into your already stretched and fucked-out hole but you can find one more orgasm in your boneless body to give them. You’re all covered in sweat and come and utterly exhausted, but you all find your climax one more time in each other’s arms: the way it’s meant to be.

You all clean up and leave as the evening’s festivities wind down and the opium is produced. You’re quite exhausted and are sure you can sleep for the next twenty hours if undisturbed.

“Well, that’s ticked that one off the list,” Crowley remarks, and you and Aziraphale nod in agreement.

No need to repeat it, you think. The three of you are happiest together.

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[nowritingonthewall]

Dear Nonnie, it’s been ten thousand years, and if you are ever going to read this, I hope that you’re having the loveliest day imaginable 🥰 Thank you once again for being so incredibly lovely 💜

!Content warning for pregnancy and parenthood!

Please be aware that I am not an expert on DID.

Mostly soft and fluffy because Jake deserves it.

I am sorry to say that I have no idea who first came up with the beautiful idea that Jake LOVES cats, but I would like to thank all the amazing artists for spreading the love for cat dad Jake in the fandom 💖

👶 Family headcanons with Jake Lockley (x female reader)

- One of the most important things that you need to understand about Jake Lockley is that he cares. He cares so fricking much. He cares about Marc. He cares about Steven. He cares about you. And he cares so much about your little son and your little daughter, he is always going to put them first, no matter what. His role as protector will always come before his own emotional needs and feelings.

- The first mission, which he goes on the minute that he learns that you are pregnant and that never really ends, is to make your flat as save for your son (and later your daughter) as possible. One day you come home and are briefly convinced that your flat has been burgled. Not only are all of Steven’s books stacked neatly on the shelves, but the floor has been completely cleared of every single tripping hazard as well. Of course, convincing Steven to tidy up his own personal library and doubly securing all the shelves was the easy part. For every potential danger eliminated, it seems like Jake finds five more potential death traps for your little ones. During one particularly extensive shopping trip to B&Q, the shop assistant briefly considers asking him what he would need 20 fire extinguishers and all those smoke detectors for, but immediately changes his mind upon one raising of the eyebrow™.

It is terribly hard for Jake to face the reality that he won’t be able to keep your little ones away from harm forever. And it certainly won’t stop him from trying.

- A few weeks into your pregnancy, you are woken by a soft voice talking to your baby bump:

“Don’t worry, mi bebito. No matter what happens, tío Jake is going to keep you and your mamá and your two papás safe.”  

“Aren’t you forgetting someone, mi cariño?”

“Oh, you mean Khonshu? Don’t worry, if that silly bird is going to try…”

“Jake, sweetie, I am talking about you! Our little one will have three papás!”  

It doesn’t happen often that you see Jake cry. In fact, this is the very first time that he allows you to actually see the tears filling his eyes, before he pulls you into a long and warm and heart-felt hug.

The second time is the birth of your son.

- Jake is the one who fronts for most of the time, from the moment you go into labour to the moment you are both holding your son in your arms for the first time. Even if he knows how much Marc and Steven would want to be there for you, he simply wouldn’t be able to deal with their feelings of helplessness and pain on top of everything that you have to go through. He doesn’t complain when you squeeze his hand so hard that he fears his bones might break, he calmly accepts all the swear words that you keep screaming at him, he doesn’t even flinch when you start to curse him and the day that you met him.

He wouldn’t have complained about you not realizing that it is actually Marc holding you a while later, as you bury your face into his shoulder, utterly exhausted and quietly sobbing that you didn’t hate him at all and how sorry you are for everything that you threw at him earlier. But Marc nudges him gently back to the front. And so Jake gets to hold you and whisper softly how he didn’t mind at all and how he is certain that you were actually a superhero. His beautiful and amazing superhero.

He is convinced that he’ll never get used to the wonder of being allowed to hold your son in his hands. His hands that are so used to violence and death. He simply can’t believe how -  amidst all the pain and destruction that played such a major part in his life - he helped to create something so perfect and beautiful.

- For a while, he actually contemplates giving up the business of protecting the travellers of the night. On the one hand, he can no longer put himself in danger without regard for possible consequences. On the other hand, his ability to heal from fatal wounds isn’t exactly something that he would like to give up, especially since he has a family to protect now.

So whenever he refuses to take on a mission now because it’s too dangerous, even for his liking, and Khonshu won’t budge, he’ll just send Steven to negotiate with the pigeon until Khonshu starts to cry.

- Your little ones love to fall asleep curled up on Jake’s chest. And somehow he manages to never ever fall asleep himself, knowing (and fearing) how dangerous that can be. Though he doesn’t mind at all watching over you, whenever you drift off with one of your children snuggles up against you. No matter where they fall asleep, somehow he always manages to move them to their crib without waking them up. Sometimes they can’t be persuaded to let go of his hand, though. Not having the heart to let go, he’ll hold their little hands for hours, as they lie in their crib right next to your bed and you gently spoon him, resting your head against his shoulder, whispering softly that you can’t believe how lucky you are.

- Jake is not the kind of father to become lost in his phone or other activities while his kids are yearning for his attention (though he tries not to judge other people for it). In fact, he gets so lost in looking after your kids, fully committing to taking part in whatever games they come up with, and making sure that they are safe on their daily adventures, that he has no trouble ignoring his notifications for hours. Unless he’s waiting for a message or a call from you.

- In those nights when your little ones refuse to go to sleep, and all your usual strategies won’t work, Jake will take them into his cab and drive them around the city for a while, as you watch over them. They are usually out within seconds. If the nights aren’t too chilly, he loves to take one of the routes that end up on Parliament Hill. Sometimes he surprises you with a beautifully prepared romantic picnic with the lights of the city sparkling around you. And sometimes you just love to cuddle together under the stars. He always keeps an extra set of snuggly blankets for you and your children in his cab. When you tease him about how he always forgets to bring one for himself, he’ll whisper that you provide him with all the warmth that he needs before pulling you in for a long and loving kiss. Snuggled up against Jake with your children peacefully snoring between you, you really don’t mind those nights when they refuse to go to sleep at all.  

- Driving around in the cab with their papá Jake never ceases to be an exciting past time for your kids. They are able to name different brands of cars before they are able to walk, quickly surpassing the knowledge of both you and the boys, regularly shocking your friends and strangers with their expertise. And, of course, Jake secretly hopes that getting them familiar with the city might reduce the chances of them ever getting lost.

He lets them wear The Cap™. No one else is allowed to touch The Cap™, not even mommy. (Actually, if you asked him, he most likely wouldn’t be able to say no to you, but you love for him to have something that he shares exclusively with your little ones.)

Once a week, he takes your kids to a restaurant that they are allowed to choose for some quality bonding time. He deeply savours those moments, even in those weeks when they just seem to end up at McDonalds over and over again.

- Your flat used to have a strict no-cat-policy. As much as Marc would have loved to fulfil Jake’s dream of a fluffy little flat mate, there were just too many possible nightmare scenarios involving a cat and the Gus Gang and the inevitable tears of Steven that would follow after. That is, until your kids bring home a little abandoned kitten from the street after searching for its mother in vain for hours. Jake stays up for three days and nights, carefully nursing it back to health. When you wake up on the third morning after having fallen asleep in his lap (with Jake’s sweater thoughtfully wrapped around you), you find the little kitten all trusty and content and snuggled up right next to you, as Jake keeps on gently petting and caressing you both.

In the end, the combined power of those puppy dog eyes of you and your kids and Jake are just too much for Marc to bear and so Little Mau is adopted into your family. Not without Jake and Marc spending nearly a day turning your fish tank into Fort Knox, of course. Your flat turns into something of a home for stray kitties soon after that. And you soon get used to coming home and finding Jake under a huge cuddle pile of your cats and kids.

(The fact that birds are afraid of cats doesn’t enter into Jake’s or your love for them at all, of course.)

- The first “nonpractical” item that Jake has ever owned was a fluffy little cat plushie, which Marc and Steven gave to him on their first Hanukkah spent together. Cuddling with Little Gato warms his heart so much, that it may have inspired him to shower your kids with a number of plushies that may be considered to be slightly above average. He loves to pick out those fluffy little friends with you (and Marc and Steven always let him front in those moments), and it is practically impossible for him to say no, whenever your children find one that they would like to take home. It almost feels a little like making up for all the things that he had missed out as a child himself. And he is going to fight everyone who claims that plushies aren’t appropriate for little (and not so little) boys. 

- One day Jake comes home to find your daughter crying in your arms, deeply upset because a gang of straight hair girls won’t stop making fun of the glorious curls she inherited from her father. His initial instinct to make them shut up in a very undiplomatic way is quickly shut down, of course. The other two boys aren’t exactly helpful in this department, either. Because even though Steven takes care of his curls, he pretty much lets them do their own thing, whereas Marc puts so much product into his hair that his strands would put even the most elitist soldiers to shame.

Feeling a little helpless, he begins to observe and mentally take note of all the steps that you do when taking care of your daughter’s hair. He spends days in front of the laptop, trying to learn everything there is to learn about the curly hair method. There is an uncharacteristical shyness in his voice when he asks whether he could help you during wash day. After a few slightly insecure attempts, he becomes so good at it that your daughter keeps asking whether Jake could help her to take care of her curls. And he never forgets to tell her how beautiful she and her curls are.

And somehow Jake’s interest and care and the time that he spends bonding with your daughter does make everything better in the end. It may not stop the girls’ hurtful remarks but it certainly makes them easier to deal with.

- Jake starts to give your children lessons in self-defense as soon as they are able to walk. Just because he won’t be able to protect them wherever they go doesn’t mean that he can’t at least try to help them learn how to protect themselves, right?

It’s not like he condones violence in general, no, for real, he doesn’t. Yet he can’t stop himself from being a little proud when his kids come home after successfully defending themselves against a gang of bullies for the first time. And after properly taking care of them, underneath all the worry there’s a little proud moment of “Those are my kids!” before he pulls them into a hug and kisses them gently on their forehead.  

- Jake is excellent at stone skipping. As a young boy, it was the ideal hobby since it didn’t require any props to hide away and after getting involved with Khonshu, it was a perfect activity to train his hand-eye coordination without raising suspicion by the people around him.

He has never considered it to be something special until he sees the pure glee in your son’s eyes when watching him for the first time. He can delight your kids and you for hours with his skills. Sitting in St. James’s Park, he teaches them how to skip stones as you teach him how to just let loose for a little while. Making up theories about the secret agents feeding the ducks in the park. Or reading stories into the clouds that are passing above your heads, as he lies in your lap, soaking up the soothing feeling of you playing with his hair with your kids cuddled up to him on both sides.

The wonderful feeling of just being. No mission, no duty, no sense, just being and enjoying life for a while. And most of all, the endless love of his beautiful little family.

[littjara-mirrorlake]

If Blood Magic exists, Do you think Phyrexians can cast Oil Magic? What would that even look like? I know we have at least a card that references oil divination but is that it?

Ichor magic is a huge part of Phyrexian arcana and culture! That tends to be what Phyrexian mana represents—drawing on your own life force to power spells. This could be related to the deeply magical properties of Phyrexian oil and the fact that it apparently contains millions of tiny powerstones, not to mention millennia of ancestral memory and experience.

It really fits with the Phyrexian idea that everything is a resource up to and including your own blood, which also powers megastructures and industrial machinery. Phyrexian empire literally runs on the blood of its people. From a less oppressive standpoint, ichor magic could also be seen as pouring the essence of yourself into your magical work, literally the stuff of memory and heredity.

We don't have a whole lot of detail about what ichor magic is actually done, however. What we do know that ichor scrying can be done actively while awake, but that Phyrexians also tend to receive dreams about the past or future, probably less voluntarily. Ichor divination is an introspective process, as all the information to be sought is already contained and hidden in one's own body. Notably, Phyrexians tend to send flying bloodsuckers after their enemies, and the extracted oil from targets might be used to scry on them. Divination definitely seems like the primary focus, but other disciplines could include necromancy, combat magic, and even healing of other Phyrexians.

Headcanon: I think that though every compleat Phyrexian has the potential to harness basic ichor magic, it's also a deeply specialized discipline that a small number of mages spend their entire lives unraveling. Ichormages are extremely valuable but unsettle even other Phyrexians with the way they seem to see straight through people into their veins, and also tend to burn out their lives channeling spells after too short a time.

Kraynox, the Deep Thane, is likely the most powerful of these mages on New Phyrexia.

As for what it looks like? Again, very few canonical references, but I imagine a mage crackling with power as their eyes and open wounds seep with ichor, which swirls into a maelstrom around their increasingly broken form as they chant loudly in Phyrexian.

Weirdly enough, Silverquill has been my best reference when I do art of ichormages at work.

That's how I imagine ichor magic at its peak. An utterly breathtaking aerial display of glistening oil, with a trembling, exhausted mage draining their own life force at the center of it all, spending all of themself for a moment of epic power.