#(and panic attack. rip 🙏)

[unfinishedslurs]

a lying problem? that can't be right. i don't have a problem with lying at all.

“Oh, I don’t swear,” was out of Tim’s mouth before he consciously thought about it. 

Jason snorted. “Seriously?”

No, but if Jason believes it he might as well commit. It’s just one lie, what’s the worst that could happen? “I prefer to express myself in other ways.”

“Yeah, sure. Gonna tell me ‘ain’t ain’t a word,’ too?”

“Actually ain’t is a word, according to linguistics and some dictionaries. Teachers at Gotham Academy just have no respect for the rich history of slang and English dialects—“

“Christ, would you shut up? I get it, you’re a good boy who’s never cussed in his life. Can we get this over with?”

“How has he not heard you cuss?” Steph asks later, taking a bite of her mug cake. “Did he not hear you that one time you stubbed your toe in the cave showers? I’m pretty sure Cass could hear you shout the f-word from Hong Kong. You scared the bats off. I didn't even know it was possible to scare them off at this point.”

“‘The f-word,’” he mocks. “What are we, nine?”

“Well according to you, swearing offends your delicate sensibilities.”

“It’s not like I’m lying about anything important.” He rolls his eyes. “Besides, Jason already thinks I’m a goody-two-shoes. Why not have fun with it?”

“Uh, because this could end with you getting shot? Guy’s always been on a hair trigger when it comes to you.”

“He’s not going to shoot me for telling him I don’t swear.” 

“What if he finds out on a bad day?”

“I’ll dodge.”

She throws her spoon at him. “Ugh, whatever. Sorry for caring.”

He catches the spoon easily, and steals a bite out of her mug. “I’ll be fine,” he mumbles through her protests and a mouthful of chocolatey dessert. “Seriously, he’s not going to shoot me for this. Besides, how would he even find out with you backing me?” 

“Oh, I’ll back you alright,” she says, yanking the spoon out of his hand as he goes in for another bite. “I want to be able to say ‘I told you so,’ when this backfires spectacularly.”

“It’s not going to backfire. It’s one lie, and it’s not like I make a habit of it.”

“Did you just say that to me? I know you didn’t just say that to me.”

“I meant swearing.”

She bops him on the nose with her spoon, and he retaliates by sticking his fingers in her mug to scoop out some cake and shove it in his mouth. 

He nearly gets thrown out the window of his own apartment. Worth it. 

“I’m saving myself for marriage.”

“Aren’t you an atheist?”

“I believe in STD’s.” Granted, vigilantism is a bigger risk of transmission than sex will ever be, but there are strict protocols in place when it comes to blood and other bodily fluids. Contact should be minimized, gloves should be on at all times, and if exposure can’t be avoided completely, clean the area thoroughly and return to the cave as soon as possible for risk minimization and testing. Wayne Enterprises is also one of the leading companies working on a cure for HIV and AIDs. 

Between all of this Jason really shouldn’t believe a damn word that comes out of his mouth, but Jason has also always had a lot of preconceived notions on who Tim is as a person. If that leaves a huge, gaping blind spot where his lie detector should be, who is Tim to complain?

“How am I supposed to know? I’ve never embezzled anything.”

“No, I’ve never drank. I’m nineteen.”

“I haven’t tried weed either, Hood.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of wearing dresses.”

“I can’t lie to Batman.”

“I’ll have you know all my space missions were Bat-approved.”

“I actually kind of love press conferences.”

“I graduated high school with a 4.1 GPA.”

“I’m not a stalker.”

Okay, he might have a problem. 

Part of Tim despaired that it was so easy. Someone raised by Batman and trained by the League of Assassins should not be this easy to lie to. Then again, Tim has lied to both Batman and Ra’s al Ghul with varying degrees of success, so maybe it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Still, those lies had effort put into them. He was almost insulted by how easily Jason had accepted everything he’d said so far, even if certain preconceived notions were doing the heavy lifting for him. 

The other, bigger part of Tim was having a blast. 

When he turns around Cass is watching him, clearly repressing a smile. “Having fun?”

“So much fun,” he tells her, returning the hug she gives him enthusiastically. “Steph tell you what I was doing?”

“She thinks you’re going to get shot.”

“What do you think?”

“She’s probably right.”

“Worth it.” He stretches, letting his spine crack. “Feel like helping me out?”

She laughs in his face. “No. Call me when you need first aid.”

“He’s not actually going to shoot me.”

“You’re not nearly as confident about that as you say you are.”

“At least it would be funny.”

“I don’t think you getting shot is funny.”

“Not even about this?”

“Maybe a little funny, if you dodge,” she admits, and then tugs on his hair until he leans down enough for her to smack a kiss on his forehead. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

“I can’t believe the guy you picked after me is such a goddamn square,” Jason complains. “He’s never even embezzled anything? Seriously? That’s like, vigilante 101. He doesn’t steal, he doesn’t swear, he graduated with a fucking 4.1 because if he takes that stick out of his ass for one second-“

Jason’s well and fully into his tangent now, barely even talking to Bruce anymore as he paces back and forth. Bruce frowns and opens his mouth, before shutting it as he catches Tim frantically waving his arms behind Jason. He raises an eyebrow, and Tim points to the phone in his hand. Bruce takes his out and checks it. 

Go with it.

Bruce levels him with an unimpressed look. 

Remember my 16th bday?

He sighs heavily. “Sorry, Lucius is having trouble with some of the latest bat tech designs,” he tells Jason, who has realized that Bruce is ignoring him and is looking twitchier every moment his complaints go unacknowledged. “As for Tim, I don’t know what to tell you, chum. He has…very strong convictions.”

It’s basic psychology, really. 

Boiling frog theory. Put a frog in boiling water, and it jumps right out. But if you raise the temperature slowly enough, the frog won’t notice and will let itself boil alive. Real frogs will still jump out of the pot, because unlike Tim they have self preservation instincts, but human minds aren’t quite so quick to pick up on it. 

Tim vaguely wonders who the frog in this scenario is. Jason, who seemingly hadn’t noticed when the line crossed from “dubiously plausible,” to “absolutely unbelievable for anyone who has spent more than five minutes at a time with him,” or Tim, who has slowly escalated his lies in a way that is definitely going to get him shot at some point when Jason finds out. 

And it is when Jason finds out. Tim needs a three page spreadsheet to keep track of all the shit he’s sold him. He might be able to keep it up, if he tells everyone he’s ever met what he’s doing, convinces them to stay on his side of it, and erases all past, present, and future footage of himself, but that’s a little too much effort for a gig that’s starting to get old. 

“You got B in on it too?”

“I told him if he backed me up I wouldn’t bill him for the extensive therapy bills I’m wracking up because of him.”

“You go to therapy?”

It’s out of his mouth before he even thinks about it. “Yeah, every second Wednesday.”

Jason blinks at him, and then squeezes the bridge of his nose. “Was that a lie?”

“…maybe,” Tim says sheepishly. 

“Are you fucking kidding me? What else have you been lying about?”

“It might be easier to just send you the spreadsheet.”

“The— Replacement.” Jason’s voice has gone flat, and he’s glaring at him, fury so powerful his hand is almost shaking where he’s holding Tim up by the collar. 

“Yeah?” Tim asks nonchalantly, as if he’s not dangling from said collar to the point where the toes of his sneakers barely brush the floor. 

“You’ve got five seconds to run before I shoot you.”

He’s ready for it, and when Jason drops him he’s already pushing away, dropping and rolling when two bullets whiz past him right on the five second mark. Both wide, because as much as he hates to admit it Jason’s gone soft. 

“Go to hell, Pretender!” Jason hollers behind him. 

Tim cackles, pausing just one moment to raise both middle fingers and shout, “Fuck you too!” before disappearing into the rafters.

[phaoi]

nevermind now I’m in bed with a back injury 🤡

omw to italy for the annual ski holiday with the fam and I don’t know how to explain to them that I want them to take a photo like this of me bc of a gay british youtuber haha

[airas-story]

https://www.tumblr.com/ironstrangehaven/778671289719242753/stephen-learns-about-tony-going-into-the-wormhole?source=share - this AU continuation please 🙏

Don't know if you knew, but this one actually already had a sequel, but here's another one! Sequel to one and two.

“Christine called me,” Tony said quietly.

Stephen had forced Tony to sit for a thorough check up and Tony had carefully pulled Stephen to bed where they’d curled together. Now Stephen had his head on Tony’s shoulder and his hand wrapped around Tony’s wrist. His fingers pressed against Tony’s pulse point, the steady beat of Tony’s heart keeping him calm, soothing the fear that had followed him from the hospital and back to their home.

“What did she say?” Stephen asked, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know.

Tony didn’t answer immediately. “She said you saw me go through the wormhole.” He shuddered slightly at the words. Stephen could feel the tremble against his skin. “That you had a panic attack.”

Stephen grimaced, but couldn’t deny that was exactly what it had been. “Technically I saw the replay,” Stephen said. He took a deep breath. “You pulled me out of it.” He aimed for lighthearted. “Impressive, really. Miles away and you still managed to bring me out of it.”

“I’m sorry,” Tony said quietly. “That you went through that.”

A laugh ripped from Stephen’s throat, no humor in it. “I’m not the one who… who almost died.”

“No,” Tony said quietly. “But I have no doubt that losing you would be so much worse than dying. Losing you… It’d be worse than having my heart ripped from my chest, and I know a fair bit about damaged hearts.” Tony shifted to kiss Stephen’s temple. “I don’t know if I should apologize, that maybe you feel the same way about me.”

Stephen closed his eyes and focused on Tony’s heart beat against his fingers. “Don’t apologize,” Stephen said. “If I’d lost you, it might have killed me. But god, Tony, loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

[pollka1]

Me again:3 I was wondering if you could do something like Sam helping Josh through a panic attack or something of the sort?

Hi again and ofc I can! I didn't do a panic attack but I did make sam comfort him :) I hope you still like it 😭🙏

My body is a cage that keeps me

Summary — Sam comforts Josh after a breakdown

Genre — Angst

Characters — Sam Giddings, Josh Washington

Warnings — none

Character speech is colour coded:

Blue = Josh

Red = Sam

Just a day ago, the air had been full of music and firelight and teenage voices raised in excitement, teasing, and the warm crackle of a party in full swing. But now the laughter was gone. Now it was quiet, and the silence pressed down on everything like thick, wet snow.

Sam stood in the hallway, hovering outside Josh’s bedroom door. Her knuckles hesitated in midair before finally knocking gently. No answer. Just that oppressive, leaden silence.

She turned the knob.

Josh’s room was dim, curtains half-drawn against the late afternoon light. A few rays of sun slanted through, catching on the dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Josh sat on the edge of his bed, back to the door, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. His usually styled hair was a mess. His shoulders were stiff.

“Josh…?”

He didn’t look at her. Didn’t move. The only sign he’d even heard her was a twitch in his left hand.

“I just…wanted to check on you,” Sam said softly, stepping inside. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how—”

“Don’t,” he said, voice sharp, but quiet. Not a shout. More like a warning shot.

Sam paused mid-step, unsure if she should continue. Her heart ached for him. She knew grief, had seen it before—but not like this. This was fresh and raw and bleeding, and it scared her. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Probably hadn’t eaten either.

“I just want to help,” she tried again.

Josh stood up so suddenly that Sam took a half-step back. He turned to face her, and there it was—anger. Grief disguised as fury, barely held together by the thinnest veneer of control.

“Help?” he laughed, and the sound was hollow. “You want to help? What, are you gonna bring them back?”

Sam flinched. “Josh…”

He shook his head, pacing now. “Everyone says they want to help. Everyone comes in here and talks to me like they know what this feels like. They don’t. None of you do. You didn’t lose your sisters on that goddamn mountain!”

His voice cracked mid-sentence. Sam stayed still, heart thudding. She knew not to interrupt yet. Not when he was unraveling like this.

“They were mine, Sam! I was supposed to look out for them. And now they’re gone! Just...gone!” He was yelling now, voice echoing in the room. “And everyone keeps pretending like it’s just some sad thing that happened—like it’s not ripping me apart!”

Sam’s throat tightened. “Josh, it is horrible. But it’s not your fault—”

“Don’t.” He pointed at her, trembling with rage. “Don’t say that. You don’t get to say that. I left them. I passed out. I wasn’t there.”

His voice cracked again. His whole frame trembled, and then, like a building collapsing in on itself, his fury folded into something more brittle. Something quieter.

“I wasn’t there…” he repeated, this time almost in a whisper.

Sam took a cautious step forward. He didn’t stop her.

“I should’ve gone after them. I should’ve…I don’t know. Done something.”

He sat down heavily on the bed again, as if gravity had returned with cruel intent. Sam sat beside him. For a moment, neither spoke.

Josh ran a hand over his face. “I keep seeing them. Every time I close my eyes, it’s like it’s happening again.”

Sam rested her hand on his. He didn’t pull away.

“You’re allowed to be angry,” she said. “You’re allowed to be devastated. But please…don’t push everyone away. Don’t push me away.”

Josh looked down at their hands. His lip trembled. His voice, when it came, was barely a whisper.

“I don’t know how to do this, Sam. I don’t know how to breathe without them.”

Tears welled up in his eyes, and then overflowed, spilling down his cheeks without resistance. His body shook, his breath hitching in painful gasps as he finally broke down. Sam moved closer, arms wrapping around him, pulling him to her.

He buried his face in her shoulder and sobbed. Ugly, wracking sobs that tore from his chest and left him gasping. She held him tightly, her own tears slipping down her cheeks. Her hand stroked his back slowly, gently, as though soothing a wounded animal.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

They stayed like that for a long time. Hours, maybe. The light outside dimmed, fading into twilight. The snow outside the windows kept falling, soft and quiet, blanketing the world in white. In the stillness of Josh’s room, the silence no longer felt like suffocation. It felt like mourning.

This was in my drafts for a WHILE 😭 pls don't think I ignored your request 🙏🙏🙏

[tickle-headcanons]

Can you do gigi headcannons? Hope you're having a good day/night🙏

(Dandys world)

(of course, again sorry if these are not as good as the male character ones, but I WILL TRY MY BEST!!)

🌟 Gigi Tickle Headcanons!! 🌟

🎈 General Tickle Info! 🎈 🎁 Lee or Ler? – GIGI IS. A. LER. 💥 But also a lee-in-denial. She is a smug little gremlin and LOVES tickling others (especially if they’re shy about it), but the second someone flips the script, she’s shrieking and calling it “a betrayal of trust” 😭 🎯 Ticklish Spots – Her underarms (those big floppy sweater sleeves are hiding SENSITIVE SPOTS), her neck, and the back of her knees! Try to poke her belly and she’ll just giggle and wiggle away, but those sneaky spots? She’s DOOMED. 🎤 Her Laugh – It’s bouncy and kinda wheezy when she really gets going, like “pfft–haha–WHEEZE–stahahap!!” She’s loud, dramatic, and full of sass until she hits her limit and turns into a puddle 💞 ⚠️ Tickle Tolerance – Physically? She can take it. Emotionally? SHE’S A MESS. She acts like she’s invincible and then one scribble and she’s squealing like “OKAY OKAY YOU MADE YOUR POINT!!” 💀

🎲 Lee Gigi! 🎲 — “Pssh, I’m not ticklish. I’m way too cool for that—WAIT NONONOHOHO!!” — Wears those oversized sleeves like armor but they are NOT saving her from sneak attacks. If someone just casually boops her side through the fabric she lets out the most startled squeak 😭 — The second you find a good spot she PANICS. Tries to shimmy away, throws fake accusations like “YOU STOLE MY LAUGHTER RIGHTS!!” — Connie 100% knows her worst spots and will poke them casually when Gigi gets too smug 😌 — “YOU LITTLE—I’LL GET YOU BACK FOR THAHAHAHAT!!” — Has been caught mid-laugh and shouted “THIS IS HARASSMENT!!” while absolutely not meaning it 😭 — After a tickle attack she’ll lay there like dramatically sprawled out, giggling into her sleeve like “...I’m suing. Immediately.” 💅

🎁 Ler Gigi! 🎁 — Tease monster. No one is safe. You breathe funny and she’s like “huhuhu~ What’s this? A ticklish Toon~?” — LOVES to wiggle her fingers menacingly with sparkly anime-evil eyes and say “This little gachapon’s got PRIZES~” before POUNCING 😭 — Gets even worse if someone is denying they’re ticklish. “Ohhh? Big strong Rodger can’t handle a little tickle? HMMM??” — Targets weaknesses. If she finds out your knees are ticklish?? She's tapping them with her toe like "boop." — Tickles as revenge, as friendship, as greeting, as boredom cure—tickles are just part of her language 😭💖 — Absolute tag-team menace with Connie. One distracts, one attacks. RIP to whoever’s caught in the middle. — “What? Nooo I wasn’t tickling you. I was liberating your giggles. Duh.”

[hyperactively-me]

Heyyy!!! It’s me again, DogHandler!Graves anon 😁😁 just for the heck of it, what if our dear Princess is riding her trusty steed out in the fields close to the forest’s edge. The whole time, she feels eyes on her as if she’s being watched. Right before she is attacked by a wild creature, Graves and his pack of dogs chase the beast away and now they both have to explain to King!Simon what they were doing with each other…. Out where no one could see what was going on? I love drama 😊😊😊😊😊

i really liked this prompt and the whole doghandler!graves character! i had a bit of a hard time conveying my ideas/thoughts for this prompt, and i've tried rewriting it, but this is the best i can do! hopefully you like it 🙏

king!ghost x reader -- forest's edge

You sit atop your majestic horse, her hooves rhythmically pounding against the soft earth beneath. The golden fields stretch out before you, the tall grass a sea of undulating waves, bathed in the warm hues of the sun. You revel in the freedom of the open air, the wind tousling your hair as you ride close to the forest’s edge.

Simon had been reluctant to let you venture too far, his concerns and protests echoing in your ears. He was not keen on the idea of you going out by yourself, especially since the attack, but you were adamant in your request. You reassured him that a simple ride by yourself posed no danger. Besides, you had his knife with you, and the knights and guards were not too far away. “I just need some alone time,” you had said gently. With a tender smile and a promise to return promptly, you convinced him of your safety.

Despite Simon’s initial reservations, you felt an overwhelming sense of liberation. The scent of blooming wildflowers and the earthy aroma of the field filled the air, permeating you with a deep connection to the land you ruled.

This is just what you needed after being cooped up in the palace for the past month and a half. As you ride closer to the forest, the scent of pine mingled with the fragrant wildflowers, invigorating your senses. You finally approach the edge, a canopy of ancient trees looming overhead, casting dappled shadows on the ground. The air grew slightly cooler, and a subtle sense of unease creeps over you. 

You shake off the feeling, trying to push it away, just thinking that it was residual anxiety from being attacked. Still, you can’t help but glance around, unable to shake the feeling that eyes were watching your every move. Undeterred, you urge your horse forward, the clopping of hooves accompanying the rustle of leaves underfoot. The forest’s edge murmurs with the distant call of woodland creatures.

Then, without warning, a chill runs down your spine. A primal instinct warns you of imminent danger, and your breath catches in your throat. Your horse, sensing your unease, snorts and paws at the ground.

A glance around reveals only the stillness of the woods, yet the sensation persists, an unsettling undercurrent in the air. Your hand instinctively tightens around the knife at your waist. The horse beneath you fidgeted, its ears flicking nervously as it senses the shift in atmosphere. Despite your attempts to dismiss the feeling, a quiet voice within you urged caution. The recent attack had left scars that weren’t quite healed. 

With a frustrated huff, you decide to turn around and head back to the castle, hands shaking slightly with adrenaline and fear. Your horse seems eager to move away, its muscles tense beneath you. 

Then, the air itself seemed to hold its breath. A guttural growl echoed through the ambiance, and your heart skips a beat. Your vision goes slightly blurry from fear, hands pulling at the reins of your horse. The wild creature, or another of its kin, emerges from the shadows, eyes narrowed and taking slow steps towards you. Panic tightens your chest as the beast lunges towards your horse, teeth bared in a predatory snarl. A strangled scream rips from your throat, and time seems to slow as the wild creature closes the distance between you and the safety of the open fields. Your horse rears back, and you lean forward to keep your balance in the saddle. 

Before the beast could lay siege on your horse, a chorus of ferocious barks and snarls erupts. Graves appears with his pack of loyal hounds, galloping on his own horse with full speed in your direction. The dogs, trained for moments like these, leap into action, a blur of fur and teeth tearing into the beast. The wild creature, caught off guard by the unexpected counterattack, recoils under their relentless attack. The snarls and growls of the beast counters the disciplined barks of the royal dogs. The pack, fueled by their loyalty and training, forms a barrier between you and the impending threat. Graves swoops in, steering the skirmish away from you, ensuring your safety. 

You back your horse away from the epicenter of the struggle, leading her away whilst you stroke her mane reassuringly, whispering praises in her ear. The dogs finally drive the wild creature back into the shadows of the forest, and you watch it retreat with a defeated growl, disappearing into the depths of the forest. 

Breathing heavily, you watch as Graves and his pack secure the perimeter, ensuring that the danger has passed. The royal dogs, panting but triumphant, return to Graves’ side, their loyalty unwavering. Graves approaches you on his steed, concern etched on his face. 

“Your Majesty, are you alright? Are you hurt?” Graves asks, his eyes scanning you for any signs of injury, his voice calm yet carrying an unsettling edge.

You shake your head, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “No, no, I’m fine.” 

You look at him, a surge of exasperation and frustration now washing over you. “I really don’t know how I keep finding myself in these situations,” you laugh humorlessly. 

Graves offers you a reassuring look, his gaze locked onto you. “It’s the unpredictability of the wild, your majesty. A one-off occurrence, I’m sure.” 

You sigh, guiding your horse farther away from the forest. The dogs circle around your feet, as if pushing you back home. 

“I’m going to escort you back to the castle now,” Graves says, leading his horse closer to yours. The royal dogs fall in line, swarming around the feet of Graves. 

“Thank you for chasing the creature away,” you say quietly, eyes fixed on the grass ahead of you. 

Graves leans close over his saddle, as if trying to get a little closer to you. “It’s always my pleasure to serve, especially when it involves ensuring the safety of such a... precious ruler. And besides, it’s what the dogs are trained to do.” 

You can’t help but feel grateful for the distance between you and Graves right now, as the last time you met him he was a bit too friendly with you. Although, he had now just saved your life. Oh god, what was Simon going to think? 

“We don’t have to tell—”

“I must.” 

You’re silent. You roll the thought over in your head once more. 

You sigh, realizing that Graves is right. “You're right. It’s just... Ghost has been worried enough, and I don’t want to add to his concerns.”

“Worried or not, your safety is of utmost importance. The King wouldn’t want his wife to be hurt under the watch of a member of the guard? It’s my duty to report these kinds of ordeals.” 

You glance at him, and his gaze is intense, almost unnerving. You tighten your grip on the reins, just desperately wanting to arrive home quicker, all thoughts of having a little bit of alone time vanishing. You’re grateful he stepped in; after all, he did save your life, but you don’t really want that to be held over your head. 

As you ride alongside Graves and the loyal pack of dogs, the journey back is quieter than before. The golden fields seem less inviting, and the forest holds an air of caution. The sun dips lower on the horizon, casting long shadows that stretch across the landscape.

Simon is going to lose his shit. 

. . .

The moment you both arrive at the castle, some stablehands take care of your horses. Immediately, you and Graves are off to Simon’s study to report what happened in the fields. You walk slowly on purpose, trying to delay the inevitable of Simon potentially blowing a fuse. 

You happen to catch Soap’s eyes as you make your way down the hall. He flashes you a look of confusion, motioning to Graves beside you. You shrug, indicating that you’ll explain later. Soap pauses for a moment as if deciding whether or not to intervene, but he nods in understanding as you flash him a reassuring look and continues on his way.

The study door looms ahead, and you exchange a fleeting glance with Graves. His expression is unreadable, but you can sense a trace of tension. Taking a deep breath, you knock twice on the mahogany doors of Simon’s study, gently, as if already trying to calm his impending anger. Graves adjusts his clothes, tugging at his collar. 

The low timber of his voice rumbles through the door, Come in. 

Simon, in all his regal attire, stands up the moment you both enter. His eyes narrow at the sight of you accompanied by Graves. He sighs, moving from behind his desk to stand in front of you both. 

“What happened?” Simon’s voice is stern, his worry evident beneath the hard surface.

Graves steps forward, his posture rigid yet composed, and begins recounting the encounter in the forest. Simon listens attentively, his face growing darker with each passing moment.

“It was an unexpected threat, but the dogs managed the creature. Her majesty is unharmed. I made sure of it.”

When Graves finishes his report, a heavy silence descends upon the room. Simon’s gaze shifts from Graves to you, his jaw clenched as the concern deepens in his gaze. The air is thick with tension, and you brace yourself for the storm. 

“Is this true? Are you unharmed?” he asks, his voice hard.

You nod, giving him a reassuring look. “Yes, Simon. Graves and the dogs intervened in time. I’m fine.”

He nods, taking a moment to collect himself before speaking. He shifts his attention back to Graves, clearing his throat. 

“I appreciate your, uh quick judgment, Graves. Thank you for ensuring the safety of my wife.”

Graves has a smug expression on his face, knowing that Simon has no other choice than to be grateful that he stepped in. Deep down, you knew Graves was only this giddy because Simon couldn’t be upset with him, and if it were any other situation, Simon would’ve reprimanded him.

You think that’s the end of that, but Simon continues speaking. 

“However, I can’t help but wonder why she was with you alone in the first place, especially after what happened a few months ago.”

Graves clears his throat, seemingly caught off guard by the directness of Simon’s scrutiny. You shift uncomfortably, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet. Simon’s gaze is still dead set on Graves. Graves begins to explain, carefully choosing his words.

“Your majesty, I was merely nearby with the dogs. I just happened to be training them, as the royal dog handler does. I spotted her majesty quite a while away, and alone, so I felt the obligation to ensure her safety. I couldn’t stand by and let harm come to her.”

Simon's eyes narrow, skepticism etched on his face. “Training the dogs, you say? Alone near the forest? Graves, you know the queen's safety is a top priority, but it seems you went beyond your duties. I thought I made myself clear.”

Graves scoffs, and you immediately tense beside him. “Would you rather me watch the queen be attacked and possibly killed?”

Simon’s jaw ticks, and even he knows that he’s being slightly unreasonable. He can’t exactly be mad at Graves. How silly would it be, being mad that he potentially saved the life of the queen? His stern expression deepens, and for a moment, it feels as if the air in the room has thickened. The tension between the king and Graves could be cut by a knife. Simon takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering.

“Okay, um, listen,” you begin, and both men turn to look at you with expectant eyes. Your voice breaks the silence that had settled in the room, and their eyes bore into you. 

“I appreciate Graves’ quick response, Simon, really, I do. Things could’ve gone really bad if he wasn’t there. But, I’m also not sorry for wanting to have alone time. And before you can tell me that it was a bad idea to begin with, I am honestly willing to take that risk again. I understand that there’s always going to be risks of going alone, but at the end of the day, I need those moments for myself. I can’t be confined to the palace all the time because of fear. I trust myself to be cautious. This incident doesn’t change that, and I will not let fear dictate my every move.”

Simon’s gaze softens as he listens to your impassioned plea, but the furrow in his brow remains. Graves remains silent, a tense expression still etched on his face. Simon opens his mouth as if to say something, but he shuts it instead, saving the thought until after Graves leaves. 

“Again, I appreciate your dedication to the safety of the queen, Graves, but there are protocols for a reason,” Simon responds, his tone measured but firm. 

Graves remains composed, though a flicker of irritation shows in his expression. “Your majesty, I understand the concerns. I assure you, it was a matter of coincidence that I was in the vicinity. The safety of the queen is of chief importance to me and the rest of the kingdom.”

“Right. Of course. Thank you. But know, I won't tolerate any deviation that compromises my wife’s well-being,” Simon asserts, his eyes narrowing at Graves.

You pick at your fingernails absentmindedly, trying to ignore the way they’re talking about you as  if you weren’t standing right there. 

Graves nods stiffly, a curt acknowledgment of the king’s directive. “Understood, your majesty. My only concern was with the queen’s safety.” 

With a final, scrutinizing look, Simon dismisses Graves from the study. 

“Thank you again for your timely response. We’ll discuss this further later. I need a moment alone with my wife.”

Graves bows slightly and leaves, flashing you a look, the tension lingering in the air even after the door closes behind him.

Simon turns his attention back to you, his expression softening as he crosses the room to stand in front of you. There’s a mixture of relief and worry in his eyes.

“Are you really alright?” he asks, his voice gentle now.

You nod, grateful for the chance to speak with Simon alone. “Yes, Simon, I’m fine, I swear. Graves got there in time, and besides, it was really the dogs that handled the situation. I’m completely unharmed.”

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “I worry about you,” he admits, his voice softer now. “I can't help but worry, especially after what happened before. With Graves, and with the attack.” 

You approach him, running your hand up and down his arm soothingly. 

“And it was just you and Graves?”

You wince at that, registering his pointed look. “Yes, it was. But he didn’t do anything. I would’ve told you the moment I saw you if he did.” 

He grumbles quietly, pacing back and forth a few times before stopping and turning to you. 

“It’s time you should have a personal knight. I should’ve done this months ago.”  

You raise an eyebrow at Simon’s suggestion. “A personal knight? Really? I appreciate the concern, but isn’t that a bit excessive?”

Simon looks at you with a stern expression. “After what just happened, I think it’s necessary. I can’t have you wandering off alone, especially after the attack and now this. We need to take extra precautions.” 

You sigh, realizing that arguing with Simon on this matter might be futile. “Fine, if it makes you feel better, but I don’t want a knight glued to my side every moment. Only when deemed absolutely necessary, from the both of us. And only when I’m outside the castle walls. Is that alright with you?” You question, standing your ground whilst stating your boundaries. 

Simon nods in agreement with your boundaries. “It will only be necessary when you’re outside of the castle walls, alone. Of course, they’ll keep a respectful distance according to your desires, but they will still be there.”

“Okay, but, I don't want to feel like I’m under constant surveillance. I feel like it could get stifling real fast, Si.” 

Simon sighs, understanding that finding the right balance is crucial. He comes closer and takes your hands in his.

“I understand, love. We’ll find a way to make this work without making you feel suffocated. I don’t want you to feel like you’re losing your freedom, but I also want you to see this situation from my perspective,” Simon reassures you.

You give him a small smile, appreciating his willingness to compromise, being the stubborn man he usually is. “Thank you, Simon. I know you’re just worried, and I appreciate that. We can figure this out together.” 

Simon looks down at you, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. He takes a breath. 

“I know you’re strong, and I respect that. It’s just that... time and time again, there’s always something happening that involves your wellbeing, and it’s… it’s difficult to deal with.” 

You nod, knowing full well that he’s trying not to relive his past. He lost his whole family, blaming himself for their untimely deaths. He wouldn’t make that same mistake again. 

You lean in, pressing up onto your toes to place a gentle kiss on Simon’s cheek. “I completely understand, Simon. We’re a team. I promise to be cautious, but I also need moments to myself. It doesn’t mean I’m not grateful for you thoughtfulness and protection; it’s just about finding a balance and trust.” 

Simon looks at you with gratitude, his eyes reflecting a mixture of love and concern. “I trust you with every fiber of my being. I just want you safe, and sometimes my worries get the best of me. Just… promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” you assure him, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

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(masterlist)

[brandwhorestarscream]

more tf1 cybermorphs? yes please 🙏 pax got got by one of the snake morphlings cuz for some reason no one in an alien movie can resist poking at the eggs... what next?

are the baby morphs based on the hammerpedes of covenant? they give me that vibe

Aksjskaka ok you're not gonna believe me, but no, the morphlings aren't actually based on the hammerpedes. I actually had the idea of them hatching in larva form to differentiate them from the drones several weeks before I actually watched Covenant or Prometheus for the first time. I was so sad when I finally watched it and found out it's already been done XD like I thought I was being sooo creative and original, but no :') rip. On the plus side it just makes the parallels between the species more apparent, so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not too mad

AS FOR OUR RESIDENT DUMBASS. Yeah aksjskaka you'd think he'd know better, but like. Come on. It's Orion. We all know that's exactly what he would do

Orion goes down screaming and by the time Elita and Bee run over, the morphling has already slithered fully inside and disappeared into his fuel tank. Even Elita's lightning fast reflexes aren't enough to stop the larva that comes darting at her, and B-127's stream of terrified babble is cut off immediately after as the third one swiftly follows suit.

Orion is the one who wakes up first, as you can expect. Suddenly he's blasted with consciousness and he flies into an upright position, servos slapping and scrabbling at his face, spark pulsing in panic. What was that, what was that, oh Primus-

Then, his optics fall on the prone form of D-16. He's bigger now, much bigger, and so different. He's lying there in what Orion can only assume is his alt mode, and it's unlike any mode he's ever seen before. His- His legs have changed so now his knees bend backwards. Digitigrade, that's the word, his disguntled processor distantly supplies. There's these things jutting out of his back, long, tubelike structures, and there's an extra, tiny pair of arms sprouting out from his chassis. His helm has changed drastically, and lying on his side Orion can see there's a long, strange crest now framing and protecting him. His face remains, peaking out from the guards, frightfully still. When he hesitantly grabs Dee's servo, it's got six fingers, and is cold. Too cold.

"Dee?" Orion carefully shakes him. He doesn't move. Doesn't so much as twitch. Orion stared at his chassis, and realizes he's not moving. At all. He can't hear the hum of his systems, can't hear his ventillation system. "Dee...? Dee?! Hey, c-come on, wake up! Answer me... Dee! Dee please, wake up, y-you have to wake up! Dee! DEE!"

Desperate, he shakes the other mech's shoulders, but there's still no response. Tears burn at Orion's optics and he drops his audial onto D-16's chassis. Optics closed tight, he gulps and listens as closely as he can, trying to calm the frightened wheezing of his own vents. Please, please, please let his spark still be there...! "Please," he begs, curling over him. "Please, Primus... don't take him away! Not like this! I- I wasn't even here for him!"

Behind him, B-127 suddenly jerks online with yowling and full body flailing, "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GETITOFF-!" he rolls twice in the dirt and comes up on his knees, servos pressing into his chassis and patting at his face. "What was that oh my Primes what was that thing ohmyPrimus Orion you're ok what happened what attacked us wha-"

"SHHHHH!" Orion doesn't mean to snap, but he's trying not to panic. He presses his fingers to D-16's neck, to his wrist, anywhere he thinks he might be able to find evidence of a sparkpulse. "Shhh, Bee please! I- I gotta-"

Bee covers his mouth with both hands, optics wide and horrified as he sees D-16's state. "Is..." he whispers. "Is he...?!"

"I dunno, I- I don't know! Dee, please, don't do this to me! I need you, don't you know how much I need you?! Dee, come on-"

B-127 hesitantly crawls over, shuffling on his knees, tears already glossing over his optics. For once he's speechless, looking over their friend horrific, comatose form. He digs out another tiny block of energon and holds ot out to Orion, hoping that... that maybe...?

Orion snatches it, desperate, and when he goes to open D-16's mouth he finds... Primus, he doesn't even know what it is. His glossa is thicker, longer, more rectangular, and appears to have teeth on the end! There's no time to ponder though, he just squishes the energon between his fingers and carefully slips it into his mouth, lifting his helm so it'll get down his throat to his fuel siphon, and then-

D-16's body jerks and he suddenly gives a low, torturous groan of pain, tears emerging from beneath his optic lids before he's even fully online. "Ow-!" He yelps, hoarse snd throat. "Ow ow ow-"

"DEE!" Orion throws his arms around him and D-16 all but wails in pain. "Oh Dee, thank goodness, you're ok-"

"I am NOT ok!" He whimpers. "It hurts, it hurts, g-get off me, pleeeaaase!"

"Oh-! I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

Orion relinquishes his hold and D-16 goes limp on the cave floor. He's panting shallowly, and the tubes on his back expand and contract with every breath. He clenches his teeth, jaw visibly trembling as he sobs in sheer, torturous exhaustion. "Wh..." he coughs and winces. "What happened? I feel like... I'm d- d-dying!"

"You're not dying, y-you're gonna be just fine!" Orion promises, hesitating only a moment before grabbing his hand. "We- Alpha Trion, he- it doesn't matter, I'm here now, we're all here, we're gonna help you-"

Suddenly, Orion coughs. His expression turns pinched. His free hand drifts up to touch his chassis, and he coughs. A droplet of glowing blue energon spatters at the corner of his mouth, and his optics widen. "I... don't feel- HGK-!"

The emergence has begun.

[kayla-kloudz]

Travis x Katelyn please 🙏🙏🙏

Pair: Travlyn (travis x katelyn)

Genre: light angst, comfort, fantasy AU

Tw: implied descriptions of a panic attack

Katelyn didn’t know how far she had run. She just knew it wasn’t far enough. She never felt like she was far enough away from the ache in her chest as it tightened down around her. The trees blurred in streaks of green as she ran, branches scratched at her arms, and the wind brought the tears she tried so hard to keep hidden to her eyes. Her breath came in short bursts, sharp and uneven, her ribs aching from the pressure she had held in for far too long.

When she finally broke through the treeline and stumbled into a clearing of grass, her legs gave out beneath her. She dropped to her knees without grace or hesitation, hands sinking into the cold, damp earth. Her blue hair a mess of tangles and knots, she was sure she had leaves and twigs tangled into it. The sky hung heavy overhead, the clouds were thick and unmoving, casting a grey haze over her already looming mood. The only sound was her raspy breathing... until it wasn’t.

The tremors, tremors she grew accustomed to, started beneath her palms.

She barely noticed at first, too wrapped in the storm rising inside her to realize that the earth beneath her started to shake and tremble. The ground seemed to sense her pain as it responded with cracks that split through the soil like veins. Stones shuddered and tore free from the earth, rising in jagged spirals around her. Vines snapped awake beneath the surface and clawed their way into the open, twisting like venomous serpents through the grass. Everything she had worked so hard to suppress surged outward in an instant, and the clearing became a mirror of the chaos she had tried to hide.

Her shoulders trembled as she folded forward, her elbows pressed to the dirt, her hands clenching into fists in her hair. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. She had spent so long pretending she had it under control, convincing herself she could carry it, that she didn’t need to tell anyone, that it wasn’t as bad as it felt. Now, with the forest shuddering around her and her powers rising against her, all of her carefully constructed lies started to tear apart at their seams. The worst part was how familiar it felt to break apart for her. Her mind spiraled with memories of when she was younger, when her anger had made rocks tumble and burst.

The earth shook harder, caverns splitting apart in large gouges. The rocks popped in loud explosions, the grass, once a shade of light green, now brown and dry under her hands. The trees shook with an unspeakable force, similar to that of her shoulders. Their roots ripping from the ground in ear-splitting crackles.

It was so loud around her that she didn’t hear the footsteps that trailed behind her. The earth was too loud, her heartbeat too fierce. It wasn’t until she heard her name, nearly inaudible over the deafening roar of the earth around her. The voice was low, yet familiar. Katelyn's eyes shot up towards the voice. Travis stood at the edge of the clearing, frozen and wide-eyed. His usual boyish grin was nowhere to be seen, replaced by something more serious. Worry was evident in his emerald eyes. The wind ruffled his white hair as he scanned the destruction, taking in the floating stones, the cracks and cannons that tore across the ground, the way the trees bent toward the chaos as if being pulled by an invisible current. Then his eyes found her, and something in his expression shifted.

She flinched as his eyes landed on her, shame filling up her chest. “Travis, don’t. Please. You have to get away from me.” Her voice was strained and rough.

Despite her warnings, Travis refused to move.

“I mean it,” she snapped, her voice rising with panic. “I can’t stop it. I don’t know what I’ll do.”

His eyes scanned through the damage, then took a cautious step forward. He shifted his weight slightly as he carefully stepped over the large cracks.

Then the earth... shifted.

Where his foot touched the cracked earth, the tremors stopped. The dry brown grass started to turn green under his foot and spread calmly around him; it was brought back to life, vibrant and green, beneath him. The rocks began to drift back down, settling softly into the soil as if they had never risen at all. The vines that had wrapped tightly around her ankles calmed, curling loosely and slowly receding. With every step he took, the clearing seemed to breathe again. The destruction faded like it had only been waiting for him to appear.

Katelyn watched him approach, stunned. He didn’t look fearful like the people in her past had. There was no hesitation in his stride, no judgment in his face. When he reached her, he knelt slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted. But she didn't, she stayed there, knelt in the dirt, watching her white haired lover in awe.

He reached out carefully, his fingers brushing against her cheek, softly wiping away the tears she hadn’t realized were still falling. His hands were warm against her cold skin.

“I was looking for you,” he said quietly. “I didn’t know where you went. But I knew something was wrong.”

She tried to look away, but he gently turned her face back toward him. His expression was serious. His face was no longer adorned with the overconfident, cocky grin he always wore like armor. His green eyes held a genuine concern, small creases appearing between his eyebrows.

“You didn’t hurt me,” he whispered, like it was the simplest truth in the world. Her voice trembled as she spoke, “You should’ve been scared.” “I was,” he admitted. “But not because of you. I was scared that you thought you had to go through this alone.”

Her shoulders tensed again, the overwhelming weight of everything pressing down on her. She had been alone for so long in this. She hadn’t meant to be. She had just… assumed. Assumed no one could understand her. Assumed her strength would always turn dangerous if she let anyone close enough to see the cracks. She had worked so hard to be composed, to stay in control. And even now, she wasn’t sure what frightened her more: that he had seen the full force of what she could do… or that he hadn’t run from it.

Travis looked around the clearing. The vines had gone still, and there was the quiet chirp of birds at the edge of the clearing. The forest was peaceful again, the flowers near her blooming in soft blues and violets, their petals turned toward him like they recognized something in him that she hadn’t.

He looked back at her, his voice quieter now. “Whatever this is… I think the earth knows I’m not here to hurt you.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what to say to that. There were so many things she had planned to keep buried, so many pieces of herself she had never wanted anyone to see. But somehow, he had found her in the middle of all of it, and the world had let him through.

She didn’t reply right away. Instead, she reached up and took hold of his hand as she stood, grounding herself in something solid. As their fingers intertwined together, the vines stirred awake from around her ankles. They swooped around the two carefully, like soft ocean waves. Her powers, once wild and sharp-edged, had quieted in his presence. They were not erased, no, they can never be, but they were no longer raging. For the first time in what felt like days, maybe even weeks, the ache in her chest had softened enough for her to breathe.

Travis didn’t pull away. He just stood there with her, in the heart of the forest, his thumb brushing slow circles over the back of her hand.

The forest had fallen quiet again, and for now, that was enough.

[leahsflwer]

Would it be a pain in your behind to write a Aro X reader (Gender Neutral)? Can be whatever topic your nasty little heart desires ;-}

Yes deary~~ it isn’t very long 🙏 but it is worth it I hope 😭❣️ ARO IS SUCH A FANTASTIC CHARACTER even with his bazaar laugh haha would smas- 🤍

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Aro Imagine “The Throne Room breakdown” (Angst-Fluff-Mild smut content)

Warnings: Angst, slight panic attack (not too bad), vamp murder, fluff and mild smut (very mild), being interrupted (cause it’s a bother 🥲)

Aro Volturi x reader (Gender fluid)

I entered the throne room checking that it was empty and closed the two large doors behind me, walking over to the steps. Looking upon the three thrones in thought. My mind was flashing through a hundred thoughts at once and I felt overwhelmed.

My feelings were changing so quickly and it wasn’t usual. I was usually peaceful and calm, but at this current moment it was different, I was upset and angry all at once.

Their faces flashed through my mind it was sickening and I wanted to throw up.

One of the doors opened and closed as a familiar figure entered the room. I wanted to ignore them until I caught onto the smell. It was Aro Volturi. He was not someone you could just ignore. But I remained on the steps as he walked over to me.

“What is on your mind darling?” He spoke up with his posh voice

“S-Sorry Aro I’m just.. in thought..” I stuttered out.

He seemed to understand my body language and put his hand out for me. I hesitated to move, but eventually gave in and took his hand, standing up and looking at him as he seen my mind.

“You’re unsettled by the food I see?” He sighed

“I don’t ever want to go against you my lord. But.. there was children amongst them. They had lives to live and memories to create, you can’t take kill them.. it’s not right” I yelled, which I shouldn’t have but I did, it needed to be said.

He nodded in return and returned to his throne, sitting down and making me nervous. He could instantly have my head ripped off and my body burned but he smiled at me and used his hand to motion for me to come over. I shyly walked up the stairs some more and stood in front of him.

“I never liked the idea either. I tell them not to gather the kids, but it is hard to separate children from their parents. Perhaps it is time that we made a slight change and make sure that the children are one hundred percent gone and not to be harmed. I hate to see their cute faces mutilated by blood sucking monsters.” He nodded

It was shocking to me, that he actually cared about my thoughts, he cared for the children and agreed to it all. I was happy and smiled at him, taking his hand.

“Thank you Aro. That means a lot, to not just me but a lot” I spoke up.

He was visibly taken back that I touched him without consent, but then a smile appeared on his lips. He gently guided me to sit on his lap. I got flustered at his confidence but adjusted so I was comfortable and looked him in the eyes.

“I’d do anything to see you happy my sweet Angel” he smiled.

He moved some of my hair from my face and looked at me from head, down to my body on his thighs. His hand on my waist grew tighter as he lifted up my chin, so I was looking straight at him.

I got a sudden rush over my body making me cup his face in return and press a soft kiss to his lips. He looked at me when I pulled back and raised a brow with a grin.

Aro gave no thought behind his eyes as he kissed me again, this time it was longer, passionate and left me hot. I oddly felt safe in his arms, sitting upon the kings throne with him.

Until the doors opened with a hugged thud and Demetri alongside Felix came in.

“Sorry to disturb you both” Demetri cleared his throat

“But we have some important news” Felix continued with an awkward nod.

Aro didn’t want to break from the kiss however, he continued for a moment before pulling away with a smile, he noticed how flustered I got and just chuckled, picking me up and playing me in Marcus’s thrown, walking over to the two and speaking with them.

Leaving me on the other thrown shy and flustered from his utter confidence.

[melissathettpdmember]

Hellooo! Me again lmao (my friend told me I send so many asks I'm basically a roblox bee swarm simulator npc giving you quests and I'm never unseeing that 😭🙏

Now this one is primarily Daphne and sirenix based:

What is Daphne relationship with her sirenix powers? Obviously she was cursed by sirenix so it must be traumatic to use but how does she respond to her powers when mentioned or used?

Me personally I headcanon she avoids it like the plague, she actually ripped pages from the sirenix book and wrote swears in it. And she despises omnia (her guardian of sirenix in ym AU) with a burning passion, omnia is very much like shadygonda, using teens as personal swat teams. She has deep gut hatred for omnia. Also sirenix goes as the unspoken topic at the dinner table on general. When she hears about it she just spirals.

I'm curious to see what your Daphne reacts with sirenix after the curse. Bonus if you mention how others react to her reaction!

That's all, thanks for reading!

*insert bee swarm sim quest menu audio*

THE BEE SWARM THING IS SO FUNNY I'M CRYING 😭😭😭

I actually pretty much support the fact that even though Omnia isn't necessarily evil (I mean come on you can't expect much from a nymph) but she LOVES annoying every other nymph around.

In my headcanon, Daphne still avoids speaking about sirenix (because the government doesn't want any more information leaking) and she uses her Enchantix for fighting, she doesn't have a panic attack about it's mentioning unlike her every other trauma. During the sirenix quest, when she was 21-22 ish, both her and Politea couldn't solve riddles for shit. Daphne would get mad and swear at Omnia in language used by the book (the Sirenix book uses an ancient language that no one can really translate and that's why Omnia reads them out loud in English) and they would argue back and forth while Politea would frantically apologize on behalf of Daphne and it's pretty funny to think about.

When they finally got into the infinite ocean, Daphne had pretty much gone insane and was saying "I'm gonna kill her and then kill myself" every 10 seconds.

Reactions from other people (just the ones she considers her friend):

Politea: goes (or would go, still haven't decided if I wanna keep her alive and give her a redemption arc or kill her off) "you have 10 seconds to change the topic." to the person mentioning it. She means it both for Daphne and herself though she doesn't react that much.

Tetis: silent, she goes 😧😬 then says "change the topic will ya"

Thoren: just goes "oh." to whoever said it and glares at them to make them change the topic. if they don't change it he does.

Nex: just says "what does this have to do with the previous topic" and immediately changes it. he literally doesn't care for shit about her trauma, he just wants a topic he can speak on.

Bloom (and pretty much the rest of the Winx): immediately goes

Faragonda: says "not the time or place." and moves on

That's pretty much it :D

[heliosphan]

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i don't 🚫 wanna hit 🥊 you this hard 💎 on the intro 🎼 bring that bounce 🏀 like 6-4

find 🕵️‍♀️ me in tokyo🗼🌸⛩️ rappin 😎 in a skirt🥻 are you catchin🥍 my 🍃🌾 drift, though? 🤔

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳 so 🚫 don't ❌ get under ⬇️ my skin 💅

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳 so 🚫 don't ❌ get under ⬇️ my skin 💅

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳

light flex💪 go easy ✅ tag it up 🖍️graffiti 🎨

drop a pin 📍📲 or addy 🏡 that's where i'll go 🏃🏻‍♀️‍➡️ rip 🌬️ the show 🏟️🎪🎬 and that's all i know 🧠👩🏻‍🏫

i'm 👓 supervision 💂‍♀️ y'all 🤠 just built 🚧🛠️🧰 on superstitions 🔮🧿📿

watch 👀 me do everything ☮️ everywhere 🗺️ all at once ⏱️ all the time⌛️⏳ all around 🔁 the world 🌎🌍🌏

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳 so 🚫 don't ❌ get under ⬇️ my skin 💅 (don't)

X-G-A-L-X 🙅🏻‍♀️ and that's📚 the name 📝 of this ship 🛸 (and that's it)

den 🛖 mother 🤱mother wolf🐺 so 🚫 don't ❌ make fun 🤭 of my kids 👶🏻👧🏻👦🏻

we all fam 🧑‍🧑‍🧒‍🧒 and stand🧍🏻‍♀️tall 📏 now so 🚫 don't ❌ talk 🗣️ down ⤵️ to my kin 👯‍♀️ ayy

welcome 🎟️ to the party 🎉🪅🎊 floatin🕴️like it's 🎭 mardi gras 💜💛💚 yeah

you 🫵 can call me 💁🏻‍♀️ Harvey 💅 but i'm 💢 not ❌ your 🛍️ barbie doll🪆yeah

hardy 💪 hardy 💪 ha 😆 laughin 😂🤣 at em 🤭 while we blast 💥 away 🚀

black 🖤 on black 🖤 on black 🖤 outfits 👔👗👘 all packed 🧳👜💼 away (packed away) 🎒👛👝

C to the O-C 🅾️ that's me 👸🏻 lord 🙏 have mercy 🙇🏻‍♀️

young 👧🏻 queen👸🏻👑 but i act 🎬 like an unnie 👱‍♀️ young blood🩸💉 but i'm🪛 built 🧱 like an OG 😎

gotta🏋🏻‍♀️lift weight🏋🏻‍♀️ for the👜 bags 👛 lookin🪞real fit 💃🏻 for the mags 🗞️📰

and i'm a 🐺 wolf 🌕 in a 🦁 pack 👯‍♀️ so I just 🗣️woof 🗣️ and attack 🗡️🪓🔪

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳 so 🚫 don't ❌ get under ⬇️ my skin 💅

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳 so 🚫 don't ❌ get under ⬇️ my skin 💅

woke 🛌 up 🆙 lookin like this 😳

[the-acid-pear]

I like this. Panic attack. OH WOW SHE'S ACTUALLY DEAD THAT'S FUCKED UP. RIP V I GUESS. This shit hooked me again. Man. Hooo weee

Alright actually quitting for now 🙏

Prison Break season 2 here we go Mahone better have that dick ready for sucking because all I remember about you is that I cannot be trusted around old men

[v3nusxsky]

Hey! Can I please request a hurt/comfort Clarissa Dovey fic where reader has a bad panic attack and dissociates maybe because of sensory overload please??

As always, your work is wonderful! 💜🙏

Dying inside| h&c

*authors note~ Mars failing her drivers exam means h&c fluff and Agere to come*

Trigger warnings~panic attacks, sensory overload mentions of thinking r will die

The first thing you knew was it was too loud, the lights the sounds and smells overwhelming you, the ball being crowded only aiding the feeling of suffocation. You really tried to attend this, fighting off all the anxious thoughts as you got ready, really you were doing it for your mother, she’d never seen you attend a ball and considering you’d be graduating in a month this was her last chance, so with all the begging and pleading you agreed to attend.

Present you was now cursing past you. Really you knew this would happen that’s why you picked the comfiest clothing will still being ball worthy, you stashed some fidget toys in your clutch. You spritzed your mothers perfume in an attempt to calm yourself and yet none of it worked.

Your chest squeezed together painfully as you felt your throat close up restricting air to your lungs, tears prickling at your eyes as you felt yourself dying inside your own body. Your skin feeling like fire had you running from the bustling hall and attempting to rip the clothing off your body. Your brain telling you it was the problem, but of course it wasn’t . No you couldn’t breathe now and you were sure you’d die now, there was no other explanation or expectation.

Clarissa was informed by Tedros that you had ran off in a state truly, his words weren’t very Ever like but considering his infatuation with Sophie that was to be expected these days. Immediately, she set off in a hurry to find you and that’s what broke her heart. You were bent over in a ball as your body was wracked with breathless sobs and your hand gripped at your heart.

“Oh my love, I’m so sorry baby, I shouldn’t have made you come, it was selfish of me my darling. Can I touch you baby?” She whispered knowing you’d be sensitive to noise right now. “Can’t breathe mama” you struggled to get out. “Oh my baby, it is okay, mama is here baby” she whispered to you before gently guiding you to have your back pressed to her front, “can you try and copy mama baby?” It took a few attempts but you slowly managed to get your breathing somewhat at a normal level as you slumped back against your mother. “Come baby, let’s go lay in mamas bed, that always help you feel better.”

[mickgaydolenz]

What if Gwen ends up making friends with the angriest looking animal possible. Like a dog that was used for fighting and was going to be put down or a pissed off stray cat? She deserves an animal friend of some kind. Maybe something that terrorizes Ludlow.

what a genius. big brain. incredible idea 💖🙏😔

okay, okay so the doppel-gang end up raiding another gang’s base and while they are there doing their thing (pilfering through and taking whatever valuables they want etc) gwen stumbles upon a room where a giant dog is being kept in the smallest crate imaginable. the dog starts to growl as soon as she spots her but gwen’s too busy flipping shit about how horrible the dog looks to even notice.

she immediately goes to let her out, and the dog starts to flip -like full lunging at the bars with the little space it has, snapping through the gaps- but again gwen does not care she is just set on getting this poor animal free. the dog seems to sense this, and starts to calm down, but remains weary. when she finally manages to pick the lock gwen rips the door open and sticks her hands in to get. that. dog. out!!!! but the dog takes it as an attack and bites down on her hand hard!!!! but gwen doesn’t panic, doesn’t even try to take her hand away, she just calmly looks at this petrified animal and says “you must have been so scared.” and by some miracle the dog seems to get it, she understand that this human doesn’t want to hurt her, so slowly her jaw relaxes and she releases gwen’s hand licking the pretty stellar bite left behind in apology.

when gwen reunites with the rest of the gang she’s holding this massive doberman pinscher like a baby with a very much so still bleeding hand looking for all the world like nothing happened, meanwhile the rest of the gang is just looking at her like 👀👀👀

and that’s how gwen gets her dog 💖✌️😌