#ask-the-infiltrators

[sweet-chimera]

Serene cocks her head to the side, a look of genuine curiousity on her face, "From... One chimera to another... Whats it like being made up of so many? Do you ever argue with yourself? Its fairly silent up here, so I can scarcely imagine being 'awake' like that... Well, aside from Parry, but they are complicated."

Unfortunately, she is rambling a little bit. The pursuit of knowledge loosening her tongue when she should really be relaxing. But how can she possibly let this opportunity pass her by?

-Serene, @fexrtherexper (Hello friend. Long time no see. Have a curious Wyvern who doesn't exactly understand how others handle being Chimeras, much less Honey... Felt it might be a neat excuse for Honey to talk about her various bits and reintroduce the muses.)

"Ah foind tae answer tae t'is question changes from individual tae individual. Boot fer meh specifically. Ah am me own person, me, as Honey, has me own t'oughts. While Me parts, have t'eir own separate t'oughts. And t'eir toughts, feelings, and personality influence me and my decisions boot ultimately. Ah'm me own creature."

"Ah can hear t'em and t'eir toughts t'at t'ey share, and yes t'ey do indeed argue. its Koinda loike ah'm a van and t'ey're tae passengers. It's loike a whole little party all tae toime up t'ere-- and who ever is loudest or. In tae front seat driving as we call it, affects mer personality, actions, feelings, and reactions tae moost. Ah can explain it more later boot its a ship and we all need tae help tae keep it runnin'. If ye have any mer questions..."

[dipperscavern]

In totally gonna press the issue-Remmick sucking blood off ur knee after u fall (cause he scared the shit out of u at night) and he's looking up at u from between ur legs

I DONT WANT TO TAKK ABOUT IT LALALALA I CANT HEAR YOU okay i’ll speak.

remmick is still adjusting to being around you. it’s ironic, really, being inhuman for so long you forget what it’s like.

rem, i can’t hear your footsteps (..) you’re quiet when you move

he’d just about scared the daylights out of you — being so focused on the thrum of your pulse he forgot to heavy his footsteps for you. he’s so damn used to being unseen it’s taken nights like these to remind him to occupy a space.

so now you find yourself here, sat on the edge of the bed with remmick between your legs. caressing your calf with a touch that’s sickly sweet, especially coming from a soul that’s so rotten. “Sit down,��� he had said. “Let me clean y’up,” he asked.

and just like you said come in all those nights ago, you said okay, rem. he likes when you call him that. if you had fangs of your own, you’d know by the jump of his blood. know by that link.

but not yet, remmick tells himself. eternity wasn’t a choice for him, so it will be a choice for you. it’s better if you choose it, make it taste sweeter when the time comes.

the time isn’t here now, though, so he’s on his knees. steadying your bleeding leg with the very hands that have taken lives —turned them everliving, too.

he kisses his way up to your wound, finding the stray drips of blood on his way, greedy in the way his tongue darts out to lap it up. you resist the urge to squirm. he’d probably like it.

it stings only for a second when his mouth lands on the source of that astray crimson, and you can feel the phantom of the fangs you know he’s using willpower to keep at bay.

it’s hardest when blood is involved, that animalistic part of his brain fighting to be forefront of his actions. but remmick has lived with such a dark passenger for centuries, and waves it back with the very hand his claws dare to poke out of.

it isn’t a lot of blood, only the smallest of offerings — but an offering nonetheless. another presentation of trust, another night of seeing the dark and choosing to let it cradle you.

and it does. he licks and cleans and his breaths are shaky while he does it, but he never falters, even with the effort it clearly takes to pull himself back from you. from your offering.

when he does, he presses a kiss to your knee. you twitch when he does, the area still sensitive.

“Poor darlin’,” he coos, and his hand smoothes over your thigh, causing your skirt to bunch. “Care to let me make it up to you?”

[mikufunfacts]

if my internet goes out, what happens to miku

miku fun facts #365

if your internet were to go out, miku would still be in everyone else's internet! she will reinfiltrate the moment it comes back online :3

[fastboatsmojito]

Frank castle finding one of your plushies left over at his place and sending u pics like this with it everywhere he goes throughout the day </3

[ragnarockz]

something something "just the tip, baby" x *takes the whole thing anyway* 😌🤌

you pick who this can go for idc i just need you to write it thank u v much

MMMMMHMMMMM ANOTHER ONEEEEEEEEEEEE

🔒💛

You can feel the carpet burn on your bare knees as you shift your weight a little. Your hands are shaking as they hold Maya's hips; fingers digging in to poke and prod at her bones. She doesn't flinch or even move all that much; standing there with full control.

You look up into her eyes and she's looking down into yours; a knowing grin on her face all the while. Her one hand is holding your head; fingers and nails through your hair as she holds you down. Her left hand is holding the ends of her own hair; the long braids that are past her waist.

She almost appears bored; unsatisfied. This is a chore for her but for you, it's more than you could ever ask for. She plays with her hair a little big longer as you feel her nails sink into the tender skin of your scalp. You can't help but to moan; half in pleasure and the other in pain.

You watch as she smiles and lets go of her hair; the ends flicking across your face. You can smell her shampoo for a split second; watermelon faintly hits your nostrils before it's gone and she's pulling you closer by your hair. A moan escapes your lips and Maya finally smiles down at you before she raises her eyebrows in content.

"Just the tip, Baby..."

Her words are quiet; stern. You can tell she's trying very hard to be somewhat pleasant to you. You know how hard that can be for someone like her.

But you can't help yourself and neither can she.

Your eyes travel down from her eyes to her neck; eyeing that heavy gold chain and lock necklace she always wears no matter what. You never had the chance to ask about it or why she wears it but you know it's part of her. Your gaze travels a hair lower and you focus on the swell of her breasts and the very faint, almost invisible stretch marks that spread down.

Her nipples are hard and erect; waiting for you possibly to service them. Hopefully, in time, waiting for you to touch, lick, suck and pinch them. Another moan fills the room and she smirks at you now, knowing exactly where your mind had gone.

Maya moves her chest just ever so slightly that her breasts sway. Her smile grows bigger as she sees you go off kilter. She's loving it; soaking up in your realization of being watched. She knows you were staring so she gave you a show.

You realize the time is slipping away from when she directed you to take her into your mouth. And you want to, oh god, do you want to take her waiting, erect cock into your mouth. The flesh color is just out of your peripheral vision; out of the corner of your eye but you know it's there and waiting for you.

You wish she moved again; wanting to see her breasts move but you know she won't give that to you again because she still wants something from you. And you have yet to give it to her. But your eyes still roam down further to her abdomen and stomach. Once again, you spot very faint stretch marks there and your lips soften before you guide your head forward.

You take just the tip and the only thought in your head is that she had a child. She is a mother. Someone calls her mom.

You think your brain is snapping in half as your tongue swirls around just the head of the silicone cock. You moan against her now; hoping she can feel the vibrations rock all the way up to her clit.

Maya's body language changes to a little bit more relaxed and laid back. She locks one hip and lets her other leg go slack. Her free arm loose at her side, just grazing her outer thigh while the other still clutches your hair.

She's leaning into it now, trying to concentrate on the moans and the sensations of you with your mouth full of her. She can feel those little bursts of energy rock right through her core and pulse at her clit. She bites down on her lip and closes her eyes; trying to keep her moans to a minimum.

Maya doesn't want you to know how much you're turning her on.

You keep it up as you make sure not to extend your lips or tongue any further than the tip. It's a hard challenge because you want to fill your mouth and throat with her. You want her to watch you hollow out your cheeks for her and moan on her cock. You want to give her your all.

But she won't let you; she never does. Not even now; not even when she begged you to do what she said. Not even when you're in the middle of doing it.

She lets go of your scalp; her fingers leave your hair as she pushes you back and you let go of her cock. Your lips lose contact and a string of saliva is the only thing left connecting your mouth to the tip.

Do you dare look back up at her after that? Can you look Maya in the face while that string of spit finally breaks from you both?

You hear a loud exhale that sounds more impatient than bored. Like she's upset at herself for pushing you off of her. Maya wants the friction back; needs it. Can she beg for it? Will you ever get to hear that come out from her mouth?

She goes back to grabbing the ends of her hair one more; playing with them as she gives you a look of distaste. It's like you were the one in the wrong; you were the one who pushes your own head back and broke contact.

You watch in silence out of the corner of your eye as she walks past you without another word. You're about to get up off of your aching knees until you hear her footsteps stop and you hold your breath.

"Make sure you clean up all that fucking spit you've left on my floors before you clean yourself up..."

[atelieronthemoon]

Since Oliver likes rabbits... how would he react if he found out MC kept rabbits of their own? 🥺

He demands bunny tax aka pictures!

[the-meme-monarch]

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL7nKFrtqBip3WqGsKbtx69XhyITLtkS4j&si=CTMZcFHY1rlvQoDy

youtube wanted to hide one of dippers guide to the unexplained and most all of mabel’s guides to Other Things from me, AND THEN after saving this playlist it tried to hide It from me so I’m sharing them here for also anyone who might like to see them all. i didn’t even KNOW abt the gideon letters or the puppet ones. thank you to this person for the playlist

[sayookami]

Can we talk about how Emhyr gave Geralt a DIPLOMATIC GIFT From another country for his mission..

Is that a insult to the country that offered this gift!?😆

Like Yennefer just ask " additional ressources " and he decide that will be this, a complet set from his collection , a DIPLOMATIC GIFT and Geralt can just keep it after the quest...

Real question.!

Imagine you are a ruler who offers a diplomatic gift, well crafted, everything...

Then the ruler to whom you offered just gave to some regular guy like this was nothing important or precious, not to a blood related to the royal familly, not a related to the court, not noble, just...a some guy whom yes hunt monster but.....

[hotvintagepoll]

Not to be controversial but I feel like some of the Peter Falk scrungle love is coming from columbo love not his old Hollywood times like I love columbo and he is a scrungly detective but that is not what is being asked here

please remember to vote for the scrungles for their scrungliness in films from the era of 1910-1970, since this blog is a) movie based and b) only looks at the classic hollywood era

[shih-coulda-had-it]

 👤 and Toshinori ?

he's such a polite boy...

[conclaveyaoi]

”Writing about Goffredo Tedesco is an addiction”

I think I finally understood why your posts are always so accurate. YOU ARE Aldo Bellini himself.

[rawliverandgoronspice]

I just really really admire how Echoes of Wisdom both understand the Zelda races archetypes but also gracefully plays just outside of their usual range, like a mere breath away, to try and minimize some of their usual shortcomings --but without making it obvious either. ;;

[cosmicourple]

Ok but Odysseus as the god of Puppeteering & Mind of Shadows would completely flip the story on its head. I imagine that in order to topple the gods, he’d want to do it without arousing suspicion because what kind of puppeteer would he be if he was discovered right away? So he played it sneakily. When he catches Athena’s connection, he already has her snared in his trap, a connection made that he can pull back on when the time is right. I’m not sure if he’ll still be connected to Hermes or the lost deity’s powers had overwhelm and erased it but he and Hermes will eventually meet. He does love Penelope and hates how he can’t tell her who he really is otherwise someone might catch him and ruin everything but he does put protective blessings on her and his son who might have inherited his powers, he’s gonna seal that up real quick until the time is right.

As the Trojan war comes, Odysseus played it cool but secretly made connections to the gods that appear whenever they made themselves known like Ares, Aphrodite, Apollo and Artemis. The only exception was Zeus due to him being more powerful than the rest and while he did have to drop the baby, he did save him and leave him to his minions who I imagine are puppets he made. Every death during the odyssey, Odysseus secretly saves them and puts them in his pocket dimension because of his attachment to them. When Athena leaves, he’s saddened but disappointed; I feel like a part of him wanted to give the gods a chance but after Athena left, he no longer saw any good in them and what’s going to be a divine invasion would be considered justified. He thought Athena could change, but he supposed that he was wrong…

From there, it becomes much more easier to manipulate now that Athena isn’t watching him. He knew that by revealing his name, he’ll draw Poseidon’s attention where he can make a connection using their hatred towards each other as the basis so that it can click. He’s not someone who can see prophecies like Apollo, rather he knows what to do to make things play out how he wants. He does want to go home, but the deities were getting impatient so off to Scylla he goes where he lets her eat sirens instead. Mutiny happened and while it did hurt, he never blamed his crew because he understood them and finally… He encountered Zeus. Helios was actually his target but he’ll take the top god and other ways of persuasion him to form a connection using lust. He even learns some unexpected things from the king of gods which he files away for another time due to how they made his chest feel weird.

And with that, everything is in place and soon, he’ll no longer be Odysseus. It’s like the song ‘The main character’ but in a more tragic light; as much as Odysseus loved living as a mortal, he can’t be seen as human. He’s the vessel of the forgotten deities’ anger and it’s either he fails, gets taken/hurt by the Olympian gods never to see his family again, or finally put his plan into action. He thinks himself as a puppet ironically, after all he was created to bring ruin to the gods, much like how Pandora was made to give a punishing gift to humanity.

So, he pulls the strings, ignoring the squeeze in his heart as he turns away from Zeus and wonders if Penelope could forgive him for what he’s doing.

*snorts this world building like dwugs :3*

On a less weird note: NHHDWGYHHHFHHGGFFF— YAS!1!!!1!! OMG ODYSSEUS W/ ALL HIS BEHIND THE SCENES GLORY AHFDDEWWSSSS EEEEEEEE THIS LOOKS SO FUN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

If I’m gonna dissect some things,,,, :

#1: auhhhh u put the Last Minute Titles I made 4 Ody’ to good use 🤩🙏 him analysing his situation so to not cause suspicion is very him, AWBGAS him establishing ‘connections’ to The Gods, probably to manipulate them by info access but also maybe these Connections r like invisible Magic Strings that Odysseus can use to weaken them when, as u put it, the time is right AKA Dimension Invasion Time omg ouggggg— either way, very kool <33.

I still think he’d have some DNA-related connections to Hermes, it mostly being there too give him a base 4 when he accesses his Godly Form :) (in my mind, Ody’ was sent into This World as a Little Shadow Blob, the first form he took was when he incarnated as Ithaca’s Newborn Prince :33)

Cries, he loves his wife & son no matter what, makes it even more of a shame about wha he’s suppose to do hehe hmmm *pockets Telemachus w/ Otherworldly Deity Genes 4 later*…

#2: ohohoho— The Trojan War spat got no idea who it’s actually helped :),,,

Awwwgffdddfes— Ody’ saving lil’ Astyanax n spiriting him away 😭😭😭 (along w/ everyone he’s attached to :() oh how he couldn’t resist to raise that kid :’) + omg mindless puppet looking shadows as Ody’s’ minions / ‘Eikon’ (I think that’s how u use the word when referring to a false being created by a God??? Idk??-) is *chefs kiss* those sound like such badass things to wield ngl-

*wince* ouwwwww, My Goodbye sounds so awkward but also funny in a kinda sick way in this scenario bc- Athena is arrogantly yelling at Ody’ to do some shit & then there’s Odysseus of Ithaca over here existing as The Nuclear Weapon Mastermind of some spiteful dying Universe LMAO—- 😭

Ouch, Ody’ wanting to be at least somewhat fair, give The Gods a chance thru observation but then Athena lets her pride get in the way & now their fate of getting fucked over is permanently sealed ooooooo— just one less argument Athena, just one less argument is probably all it coulda’ taken 😙,,,

#3: everything falling into place as the story goes on, The Gods none the wiser to what is on the horizon…

Lmao, Odysseus wanting to go after Helios makes me think of that meme where it’s a guy pointing a shotgun at the sun GTHHAAGL😭😭😭

Ohohohohook— there we go >:]]] glad 2 see that the Manwhore thoughts r sprinkled into every one of my A.U’s :3

But now, along w/ the Blender Timeloop A.U, with angst!1!!!1!11

Idk if I’m reading dis wrong, but those ‘unexpected things’ from Zeus sound like The Godking catchin’ feeeeelss~~ hehe oh the dramaest drama *rubs hand together evilly*

Also yep- Odysseus already got a lot on his plate, so that is def something he’s want to deal with,,,,later.

#4: ah Character Feeling Way 2 Attached To Their False Identity But Very Much Needing 2 Let It Go, one of my fav tropes 😏

Speaking of character tropes: THE MAIN CHARACTER BY WILL WOOD LET’S GOOOO— ouuuuu- yes, that’s such a good song 4 Ody’ here <D✨ (mostly bc I just luv the song) & OUUUUUHHHHH—- in general, the pain of having to fulfil his purpose as a infiltrator / virus- 🥲🥲🥲 love that angst 😋.

Yeah,,,, The Lore I’ve made in my mind paints Odysseus’s whole- thing, existence very tragic, but that’s what The Greeks were all about so, still fits nicely w/ the usual cruelty in their stories !!

Bringing up The Other Deities as I’ll now call them, while their objective of reviving their Universe thru the equivalent of sneeking a rat into a land owners papers is gonna be very, very disruptive to Greece’s current economy, I never rlly thought of them as. Bad. Morally grey, absolutely if not as well a bit sympathetic, but never rlly. Bad. A few of them even learn to care 4 Ody’ as they observe him growing up <), still pushing their goal onto him n guiding him to fulfil his purpose, but they also make sure to treat him as a person. A young person that needs to be nurtured. (mostly 4 the plan to work out smoothly but there’s some care 4 their infiltrators wellbeing,,,)

Despite all of this, Ody’ is still not having a great time dealing w/ everything,,,, obviously. It’s a pretty morbid way to live.

#5: plan getting set into motion ohohohehe- here comes The Drama + unnecessary All Powerful Odysseus lmao :’)

Haha I will never let this man be happy with his family :))))).

[formerheroeswhoquittoolate]

headcanon that jason reads to cass. well, it started as him reading to cass -- she got to work on her literacy, and he got to share his favorite books with someone -- but it kind of isn't just cass anymore.

tim was the first to join them. he'd sit at the end of the couch and listen. jason's got a good voice for reading, very calm and measured, and having that sort of steady, relaxed sound in the background made tim feel comfortable enough to fall asleep to the sound of his brother reading.

damian, oddly enough, was next. he walked into the library one day, fully prepared to dye tim's hair purple or something while he was asleep, but he came across jason reading aloud and short-circuted a bit. he didn't get read to growing up in the league of assassins, so the concept was pretty foreign to him. but he kind of liked it. so he sat down in one of the chairs and listened.

dick's Sibling Bonding Radar just went off one afternoon and led him to the couch in the library. tim was already asleep and damian was settled into the armchair, entranced, so it was cass that made eye contact with him and put a finger to her lips, telling him not to interrupt. not that dick was going to -- he was already stretching out on the floor, careful to be absolutely silent so as not to disturb the peace.

steph, kate, duke, and barbara don't live at the manor, but every time they're in the house during this self-imposed quiet time, they'll find a spot on the couch or the floor to listen. in the kind of life they have (the one where you dress in kevlar and spandex and go out at night to punch people) (or during the day to punch people) (or you run an enormous computer to help the people in the kevlar and spandex... okay you get it) it's nice to have some quiet time with their family.

[stellar-collective]

tumblr sent the ask to the void (probs to do with the other account issues that they’ve been having) but @wyvchard asked “does your Phoenix know any other languages? if so, what was everyone’s reactions to them speaking it?” (paraphrased since i don’t have the original lol)

i’d imagine that one of the prerequisites for being a globe trotting secret agent is to have at least passing knowledge of most major languages, so Phoenix knows a bit of everything. they grew up in New York City and had a lot of early exposure to Spanish and Russian alongside their native English, and understanding language has always come naturally to them. they’re not half as confident when it comes to speaking them (unless it’s ordering food) but as other languages are expected, whipping them out won’t get much of a reaction. you know what WOULD get a reaction, though? mimicking different dialects/accents.

Reginald was caught ENORMOUSLY off guard the first time that they imitated his accent. (well; they definitely leaned more Cockney than him, but it was close enough to still be a shock.)

[paramountinplace]

Hi can you expand more about how younger toddler Van and older Lottie are? Or how toddler Van is in general? I loved your most recent Lottie HCs! 🐨

So happy you enjoyed! The dynamic of these two has totally taken over my brain.

Van's got a sort of unwavering loyalty to Lottie and will do anything Lottie asks of her, which she generally tries not to take advantage of. She'll sometimes ask Van to clean up her toys for her or something, which gets her a disapproving look from Laura Lee, but most of the time, she just uses Van's obedience to help make sure she's not misbehaving or causing trouble. The one thing Lottie can't get Van to do is stop chewing on things. She'll tell Van to get her thumb out of her mouth and look back to see Van's just replaced it with a plastic dinosaur toy instead. Tai's always reminding Lottie than she can make sure Van's following the rules, but Lottie still watches Van like a hawk.

In return, Van makes Lottie all kinds of little offerings. She tries to give Lottie the last bits of her snacks and will run to get her teddy to hand over Lottie when she's getting teary about something. Tai will sometimes find Van curled up at the end of Lottie's bed like a puppy after they put them both down for naps because Lottie got fussy about being alone.

Van doesn't talk much when she's younger, which they haven't quite figured out the reason for yet, but Lottie will pretty consistently speak up on her behalf. She'll tell Mel that Van wants her dinosaur teddy back right now or that Mari took the spot on the couch that Van wanted when Lottie would never really do that for herself.

Laura Lee ends up getting really good with toddler Van because of how much the redhead will hang around little Lottie. If Tai's not around, Van will sometimes choose to go to Laura Lee over Nat, which was surprising for them both the first time it happened. Van came running inside crying after tripping in the yard and collapsed into Laura Lee's arms without a second thought, perfectly content to stay there even after Nat hurried in and offered to take her.

Lottie, who generally doesn't like movies because they make her feel too many big emotions, will sit through an entire movie with younger Van because in her mind, if Van can manage be quiet and sit still long enough to watch Lottie lure a squirrel to come eat a peanut out of her hand, Lottie can sit through a movie to show Van that she cares about her interests too. She'll pretend to go to the bathroom if the movie's getting too intense or fast forward under the pretense that it would be too much for Van.

Lottie getting upset gets Van a little panicked and she doesn't really get the concept of "just give Lottie a little bit of time and she'll calm down." Laura Lee tries very gently to explain that Lottie just needs a minute and she'll be okay once she cries it out and has a break, but Van keeps trying to bring Laura Lee things to "fix it." She'll get a band-aid or her best teddy or even drag Tai over because Tai makes her feel better, so maybe she can help Lottie?

Sometimes, if Van's not feeling quite so shy, she'll get Lottie to do a prank with her. Pranks with Lottie always end up being very harmless because she doesn't want anyone to actually get scared or be hurt or anything, so their "pranks" involve things like swapping the pillows on Mari and Akilah's beds or switching Tai's water bottle out for a sippy cup when she's not looking.

Younger Van can get sort of skittish in the way that she was after the wolf attack, but she finds the way Lottie moves very unthreatening. Mari and Mel and them are sort of erratic and jump around lots, which Van likes to do also, but it spooks her a bit if someone's suddenly bolting past her and screaming. Lottie's very calm and doesn't move very quickly, which is soothing to her.