#[ ooc. ] > but yeah. :)

[bigidiotenergytm]

ok while i focus on other things today take this lil gay thing i did for @aris-not-ares of aris (oc) n zeus uwu

[coasternaut]

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

hey guys can you watch over these critters for me thanks

[number-one-zara-fan]

the blorbos for my desktop wallpaper (i don't have enough energy to actually render it)

[yellowvixen]

week 36: detroit become.. mobian??

[theerurishipper]

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First <- Part 19 <- Part 20 -> Part 21

Masterpost

[tridentkickflipper123]

[chismosaeddiediaz]

Some of you have never experienced the mess of emotions that come from grieving someone so crucial to your lives and it shows.

[sahisan]

fem reader. nsfwish. is this an anaxa version of dirty talk... and he also worships you. man is so down bad.i swear i had like two free hours and a vision.

"you’re glowing," anaxagoras says.

you blink. you are—the soft shimmer under your skin has been going rampant as of late.

he stands.

and when he walks toward you, it’s with the pace of someone approaching an artifact no one else has been permitted to touch.

you don't speak as he kneels before you, still standing against a shelf filled with the scripts you sorted out earlier in the day, purposeful, and places a hand at your hip.

then both hands.

then his mouth.

you exhale like you're being unmade.

and as his tongue traces patterns only he seems to remember, as your fingers twist into his hair, as the sharp edges of your composure begin to peel back ever so slightly, just with this, he speaks.

no, he recites.

"there is no divinity more cruel than that which inspires silence in the hearts of the celestial, for in that silence burns longing—and longing, unspoken, is the birthplace of worship."

you intake a sharp breath, barely holding onto yourself, a hand braced against the shelves behind you. his voice doesn’t falter.

"to approach the sacred is not to touch, but to know. to taste knowledge is to surrender to it. and to surrender to her—she, of moonlight and collapse—is to find within destruction the shape of paradise."

your thighs tighten around his shoulders. you don't remember a single manuscript that said this.

your breath stutters.

his tongue doesn’t stop. neither does his voice.

"the one who descended with no herald, who bore the grief of falling like a crown—she is not to be pitied, but praised. for even undone, she remains... formless divinity. the mind bends not to light, but to her."

it's a soft, broken sound that leaves you next. your hands slide down the shelf, trembling.

he presses further.

"tell me what you feel,” anaxagoras says softly between phrases, lips never straying far from reverence.

you can't answer. your throat constricts around the truth of your feelings, suffocating.

so he takes that, too, and continues.

"the laws of reason fracture where she treads. every theorem collapses under the weight of her. and i—logic-bound, oath-sworn—i kneel not as skeptic but as supplicant, for what else is left before a truth this blinding?”

your knees nearly give.

he holds you up with one arm around you thigh, the other anchored to your hip.

"you are glowing," he murmurs, more breath than voice now.

you sob, soft, stuttering, fingers gripping the back of his neck, glimmering veins shining too brightly.

you know what he’s doing. taking everything from you, peeling back layers you didn’t even know existed.

and you let him.

and when you fall apart on his tongue, you don't have to say anything. he doesn’t need you to. you're lost in him, lost in the rhythm of his devotion, in the prayer that is his voice.

and anaxagoras just keeps reciting, as if the words are a lifeline that he needs to help live past another night.

"she is not the echo of divinity, but its original form, fragmented into flesh. and i will worship her until silence speaks—"

you can’t speak. tears gather faintly at your lashes, remnants flickering just faintly under your skin like the last pulse of a falling star. he sees it. knows it.

he keeps his mouth on you, and doesn’t stop until you're nothing but divinity, undone and cradled in his logic.

he hums against your skin as your trembling calms down , finally looking up into your very soul.

"—and kneel before her until my knees bleed, and call it knowledge."

his hands are steady. your glow is not.

and then he bends again.

to worship.

[justaz]

merlin who uses his magic everyday in ways that he doesn’t realize isn’t normal. magic helping him see in the dark so he can find his way in the woods or dark rooms with no problem. connecting with the woods around him so he always knows where he is and whats in the general vicinity which allows him to sense bandits just before they attack. using magic to keep warm in the cold or to cool down in the heat. confident and willing to go toe to toe with anyone bc he knows that regardless of what they throw at him, he could always win bc he could just use magic.

then somehow someway (post magic reveal) a sorcerer takes away merlin’s magic. or well just locks it away ig. but anyways merlin doesn’t have this part of him anymore and is left feeling empty, exposed, and vulnerable. arthur, the knights, and merlin going on a quest for answers to their problem and a way to get merlins magic back. but. but. but merlin is all jumpy and he’s rambling more than ever and is often reaching out to grab onto someone (usually arthur) and everyone’s confused and then they get ambushed and merlin freezes in the middle of the path like a deer. he’s watching everything go down around him with wide eyes until he’s targeted and one of the knights have to rush in to save him. afterward merlin is constantly holding someone and his grip is rather tight. he keeps looking around, his eyes scanning the trees around them over and over. when they try and settle down for the night, merlin wont leave the camp without an escort or two and when they’re trying to go to sleep, merlin is flinching at every noise in the woods around them and ends up shuffling over toward the person closest to him and laying pressed up against them.

arthur opening his mouth to tease and call him a coward when the word registers in his mind and he realizes that that’s what he’s actually seeing, merlin scared and defenseless. he ofc doesn’t realize the true depth of it all, i mean he knows merlin is missing his magic but he doesn't know that magic has always been a part of merlin, it makes him him. he’s had magic since he was born, he’s never known life without it. as he is now, he feels bare and exposed and blind and deaf and terrified. the knights are his defense rn and for the past few years, merlins been their protector so its a complete reversal of everything he’s ever known. he’s scared. arthur bites his tongue and lets merlin hold onto his arm and snuggle up close at night for some form of comfort and security. he doesn’t tease or mock and responds to his ramblings of fear with a level of gentleness the knights weren’t aware he even possessed. merlin slowly relaxing as arthur subtly comforts him without addressing it

[prostocupoftea]

Besties, amiright 🥰🥰🥰🤗🤗🤗

alternative name - who tf put anti-villain and anti-hero in a room together???

[sweetmapple]

Jon should have been allowed to punch him at the panopticon [158] 🙂‍↕️

[ask-the-pioneer]

Why weren’t you and your sibling born into a colony?

"I… don't know… I never asked. I was young and just accepted everything at face value. Hell, I didn't know slugcats live in colonies until much later in my life".

"Why did mom decide to raise me and my sibling outside of one... I will probably never know, even if I wanted to".

With a defeated look on her face, Marbles' eyes drop to the floor. A big part of her still misses her mother and sibling, but secretly she dreads to find out the family's true fate. If they really are gone for good... the pain of knowing would be too much to bear.

[burb-ie]

The cold hard truth...

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takes place in the human error episodes of TFA

tfp OP was put under the illusion that he was back home with everyone he cares about

which is something he always wanted ever since he woke up in the tfa verse, he has been missing his family for so long it was taking a toll on his mental health that he managed to hide just fine

however once soundwave was defeated and the illusion broke, OP broke with it as that was his final straw, he really thought he was back home, he wanted to be back home, but the cold hard truth hit him right then and there that hes most definetly NEVER seeing home again

and the result

was a mental breakdown that was long since coming

[artilite]

what the freak... sibligns.......

[regonold]

Danny accidentally starts beef with batman over kids

So I'm a sucker for dani and dan being Danny's kids (bonus points if danny gets called mum) and both of them are chaotic

The bat kids (family all of them batman and alfred included) are chaotic as well danny learns this after freshly joining the league as the semi immortal possibly from the start of time phantom and the league are introducing him to everyone and bonding and mentioning some of the wacky how the fuck shit that batman and his kids have done

So danny mentions some of the stuff his kids have done whilst batman is passing by, batman who hasn't had a nap in the past 72 hours and the day before as bruce was dealing with margie on the pta

And he makes a comment just a tiny one about how his kids saved a group from a hostage situation

And thus the rivalry began danny and batman keep bragging to each other about their kids sometimes it's vigilante stuff sometimes it mundane danny brags about how dani is so good with animals batman brags about how his youngest volunteers at the animal shelter

Just give me batman and danny bragging about their children to each other