#convo : mark

[toshiko-has-braces]

some of the ftes in this game are actually straight up painful to watch because damon is just. so bad at communicating normally. some times its in a pathetic funny way like in desmond or diana’s ftes but then there’s eloise’s fte where ur just sitting there going “dude please stop.” i physically cringed everytime he started taking eva’s analogy way too literally. “im allergic to dogs” bro who gaf thats not her problem

[shakespearestolemyurl]

oh, and also!!

severance text posts: part 4

[nocterax]

"Keepin' me on leash, babes?"

I wanted to do proper art of Quincy (even tho I still made some mistakes.).

Enjoy!

[acidiccherry]

brother, you trying to alienate yourself from helly is like trying to cross a minefield in one piece

[girldriveroscar]

cumplay *nods nods nods* so like sometimes carlos finishes on oscar's back and asks him not to move so he can just like. commit the image to memory for a while. except oscar really needs to scratch his shoulder one time and then oh no a bit of jizz dribbles off his lower back and onto the sheets. and he's like embarassed 'cus somebody is gonna have to clean that up and he almost wants to take the hotel sheets off and do it himself. but also carlos's hands are so firm on his hips right then, and this is just way too intimate, and the situationship is getting situated and--

the enemies to situationship getting too comfy delicious trope to me mhm yum. nods Nods Nods something like. carcar facial w oscar complaining Loudly and Brusquely about getting cum in his eye an instead of throwing him a towel n disappearing for a shower like Usual. carlos pulls Oscar into his lap n wipes it off himself, taking care to soak his eyelashes n comb it out his hair, while oscar Blue screens to complete silence. like O. this is ... nice.... (suspicious)

[mochi-kitty]

Bart Allen you relatable motherfucker

[hellyrossum]

re: season finale predictions: i can't see a world where innie mark learns what cold harbor will do to gemma and then decides to go through with finishing the file purely out of spite for his outie (/the outies at large). he has def been allowing himself to be more selfish this season, yes, but, a) he still sees gemma/ms. casey as a person, not a disposable thing; actively choosing to harm her is a big step up from just pushing off finding her, one i don't think he could stomach and b) if cold harbor's completion is going to let lumon take a huge leap in further conquering the world, then i don't think he'd (continue to) be complicit in that. if for no other reason than because helly wouldn't approve, lol

...speaking of helly, though. you know under what conditions i could see mark going through with it? if a certain someone else's life was put on the other end of the scale. :)

[casualfruit]

The only reason I can think of that Devon would want to call Ms Cobel is that she knew the ins and outs of Lumon AND got fired, therefore she might be interested in corporate sabotage

Seriously, think about it—to Devon, Reghabi is a complete stranger who suddenly appeared out of her brother’s basement and claims to be a doctor helping him reintegrate. All this while Mark is convulsing on the floor and then goes into a coma. He can’t corroborate what Reghabi is saying, so Devon just has to take her at her word. Why the fuck would she trust her?

Better the devil you know (even if most of what you knew about her was a lie) than the devil you don’t. I’m guessing that was Devon’s mindset here.

[gemmafuckingscout]

i think the hardest thing for me to wrap my head around after watching the finale is that even after starting the reintegration process, reliving memories from your severed life, having a literal conversation with his innie…omark still doesn’t see his innie as a real person. i remember watching the scene with helena’s unforgettable line, “i am a person. you are not.” and thinking to myself “what kind of cruel person would think that about a conscious part of themself?”

the answer is omark. i understand the tunnel vision that comes with the deep, pervasive grief that omark experienced after losing gemma. of course omark will do anything to get her back. but if mark could’ve just zoomed out a smidge, if he could’ve looked outside of his singular perspective, he would’ve seen that he and his outie share the same goal: to save the women they love.

[sleepyminty]

Casual things that had happened between the two paranormal cops

[fenglianist]

Fenglian crumbs in Ch 152 of the revised novel

in honour of the fenglian crumbs from the audio drama, i've translated a fenglian crumb from the same scene in the revised novel

this takes place right after MQ leaves in ch 191 of the original novel. original version for comparison (tl credit to suika):

revised version:

Feng Xin was so furious that the rims of his eyes had reddened. "No! Things like this, you can tell him he doesn't have to remember, but he can't actually really forget it all!!!" Xie Lian looked at Feng Xin, who was even angrier than Xie Lian himself. He then put his arm around Feng Xin's shoulder. "Don't be upset, I'm alright." Feng Xin said, "Don't you worry, Your Highness, I will never leave you!" Xie Lian forced a small smile. He wanted to be alone in silence for a while. With some difficulty, he finally managed to push away the Feng Xin who wouldn't stop worrying no matter what.

(btw, the revised novel changed the fenglian breakup scene so that it's obvious that FX left bc he was kicked out, not bc he wanted to abandon XL)

[pbaintthetb]

"You can't blame yourself for being a good person, Mark"

~ Invincible S3E7 "What Have I Done?"

[tls12lessthan3]

yoohankim soulmate au where the first words your soulmate ever speak to you are somewhere on your body, but because they've all been split into multiple parts with their soulmarks being split accordingly they don't realise they're soulmates until the epilogue........

[turtlecleric]

More rise!leo x fem reader, nsfw

This is a targeted attack. cw: choking? Uhh... Edging... losing control?

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Leo is shining with sweat. Squirming. Pulling against the ropes until they creak. Trying to lift his hips, to push his length further into your mouth. You can tell he's getting close again by the way his breath hitches, but the way his markings start to flicker.

Not yet, though. Not yet.

When you pull off of him, his hips try to chase you. Restrained as he is, he can't manage more than a pathetic rut into open air. His entire body shudders as his head falls back in frustration.

"Please," he begs with a groan. You can tell he's starting to get really, really frustrated. "Please, please."

You sit back on your calves, admiring the way the ropes criss-cross over his arms, his plastron, his legs. The way he's splayed open for you, his swollen cock leaking and twitching as he strains against his bindings. You tilt your head, pretending to think about your answer. Then you reach into the bedside drawer and pull out a ball gag before strapping it onto his face.

The glare Leo sends you makes you shiver, but you just smile and keep your eyes on his as you dip your head back down to take him in your mouth once more. Almost immediately, the anger on his face turns into something else, something wounded and pleading. You know exactly how to swirl your tongue, exactly how to suck on the head of his cock, to have him on the edge in less than a minute. When you pull away, again, his growl, even muffled like it is by the gag, makes the air thrum around you.

The dark glare returns, and you see sparks running up and down his arms as his eyes flash. Something about his severe expression makes you want to push a little further, even if you might regret it later.

"If you really want it," you coo up at him, "come and take it."

His eyes go completely white. Before you can fully process the spike of fear that strikes through your chest, he's flexing hard against the ropes. The snap of them breaking rings sharply in your ears, and suddenly you're on your back with one large hand around your throat. Leo uses his free hand to rip the gag from his mouth and toss it to the side. He leans down, his face hovering inches from your own, and tightens his grip on your throat until you choke, until you instinctively hold onto his wrist with both hands.

Your head pounds in time with your heartbeat, and his steady, rumbling growls mix with the rushing of blood in your ears. You claw weakly at his arm, and the longer he chokes you the more your eyes start to flutter, the more your thoughts grow hazy and slow. Finally, he eases his grip, and you suck in a desperate breath. His face stays inches from your own, his eyes still white as he watches you shake beneath him.

"Stay still," he seethes. When you nod, wide eyed and still wheezing, the hand on your neck disappears. In the next second, he yanks your shorts and underwear down in one rough motion. His hands grip the underside of your thighs and push your legs up and apart, and when his dick spears into you with no warning, a loud, broken moan punches out of you.

His markings light up again as he starts to move. You were already soaked from edging him for so long, but the wild look in his eyes as he watches himself pump in and out of you has you growing slicker around him. You can feel the vibrations of his constant growling in your core.

God. Fuck.

He moves both hands from your thighs to your breasts and pinches your nipples hard. When you arch up and cry out, his mouth comes down to sink his teeth into your still-tender neck.

It's all you can do to stay still as he wrecks your fucking world. Somehow, despite how many times you've brought him to the edge tonight, he makes you come twice before he finally does with a growl that makes your entire body vibrate.

His teeth release your neck, and there's a long moment where he just lays on top of you and breathes hard into your skin. When he pushes himself up and stares down at you, his eyes are no longer white and the glow of his markings has faded.

“You actually made me lose it, hermosa,” he croaks with a smirk. “Damn.”

You can't really find it in you to respond. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth.

“Don't worry.” The smirk turns sharp, and your pulse quickens again at the mischievous look in his eyes. “I'm not done with you yet.”

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Hours later you'll be able to appreciate the irony of your punishment being overstimulation. You can't find it in yourself to regret a single thing.

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[nexility-sims]

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