#scurry shit

[klauw22]

ramattra in a dress but im too lazy to finish it press f in chat

[aroaceleovaldez]

Romantic in nature or not, I always just looked at that scene in MoA with the notion: Annabeth is convinced that Nico, a gay man, has a crush on her in this exact scene (or you know, a different scene in MoA, I don't remember), and since we know that Annabeth isn't the best on the emotional front, she read Luke's intentions incorrectly, and Percy did, as well, due to his jealousy of the guy.

(Now, I know that neither of these are the case, especially since I doubt Nico was thought to be gay until HoH, and this is around the time that Annabeth was starting to be characterized as Never Wrong About Anything Ever, but it's always been my go-to regarding the whole Luke-Annabeth debacle. What I mean to say is that I like your interpretation of the scenes, too)

Oh i actually believe Nico was fully intended to be gay starting around MOA at least (though I do believe Rick claiming he had figured that out about Nico earlier than that), because Rick was absolutely acknowledging queer topics in his writing at that time. Jason's arc particularly in the latter half of HoO is extremely bi-coded and there's just straight up a canonical polyamorous relationship in Serpent's Shadow, which came out several months before HoH.

Which does make Annabeth's line about that in MOA funnier, especially considering by that point Nico has held maybe one full conversation with her in the entire franchise thus far, maybe two or three if you wanna push it. I cannot emphasize enough how little they had spoken to each other - and tbh, continued to not speak to each other. Just in general. Like the most notable interactions the two of them have prior to the high-five scene in BoO are literally both in BoTL and it's one line and then one off-screen scene of Nico breaking up a fight between Rachel and Annabeth (where they were fighting over Percy) entirely for the purposes of going to save Percy. They barely interact in HoO. Nico and Annabeth have a chronic case of their plot lines being in different locations because only one of them is allowed to be active at a time due to their narrative roles. Annabeth is kidnapped for most of the TTC Nico scenes and Nico is at camp when they get to Annabeth, and then in TLO Nico's busy with all the Underworld stuff and flirting with Percy so he never interacts with Annabeth. Then Nico is off at Camp Jupiter when Annabeth's at CHB and then busy being kidnapped for the first stretch of the Argo II mission and only shows up when Annabeth is busy on her Arachne quest. And then Annabeth FALLS INTO TARTARUS when Nico gets there (and proceeds to pine at Percy) and then IMMEDIATELY after Annabeth gets out of Tartarus, Nico skips away with Reyna and Coach to drag the Athena Parthenos to camp. And then FINALLY they interact and it's not even Nico speaking directly to Annabeth really, just high-fiving her after insulting Percy to his face. He literally only says one word directly to her.

Like. I cannot overemphasize the absolute comical degree to which these two avoid interacting. They're like magnets repelling each other. And yet Annabeth is like "I think he has a crush on me - he spoke to me once, allegedly." Like ah yes, sure, HoO. Next you're gonna tell me you retconned them into having a FOURTH conversation! Don't get too wild!

[hickorypawsthegriffin]

kinda forgot about rain world tbh

[fatedroses]

--- Words: 2.5k Summary: When Emperor Solus steals a young Zenos away for some time outside the imperial palace, he heads to the one place he so often goes for an escape. Atticus van Simularus, honorary legatus of the Crescents and godfather to the Galvus progeny, welcomes them both with open arms to his manor in the mountains. No matter how much Emet cursed these infernal lives, these glimmers of light and joy allowed him to be in the moment, however fleeting. ---

"By the gods, he's toddling." The phrase snapped him out of the book he had been invested in reading through pure utter confusion. Atticus leaned his weight against the couch behind him and hovered over his shoulder. He glanced over the leather bound pages to see that the youngest prince had been staring back at him, a trait that unfortunately ran in the family but was fortunately very cute on the toddler. He tilted his head, not getting what Atticus had been gasping about as he had sensed the boy just crawling around on the warm carpet. And he opened his mouth until he watched the boy lean forward on his hands, a determined look on his small face as he stood up. And he couldn't help but lower the book, the child having set his sights directly on him.

It was too familiar, somehow still too fresh. His blond hair and ice blue eyes only served to remind him that this child wasn't Lucius in body or soul.

But... there was still warmth, deep in his chest somewhere no matter how distant it was. Atticus, the godfather of his progeny and their offspring, gasped quietly in anticipation however, which brought a smile to his own face. The sight of being able to witness them grow always brought the reaper such joy, and he was thankful the young prince helped fill a portion of the void in his heart.

Well, for both of them he supposed.

The sense of pride twisted his stomach, as he waited for what was before him to play out. Both elders desperately tried not to startle the toddler out of his progress- no matter how overpowering the excitement was.

One step, and then another, the boy let out a small ha! before he waddled over to tackle his leg, the child affectionately nuzzled his knee while he sat there stunned- the boy was only a little over a year old and had already begun to walk, and by some miracle they both bore witness to his first steps. He practically tossed his novel aside. He bent over to detach him from his leg so he could gather him in his arms, returning the affectionate nuzzling and getting giggles in return.

"Good job Zenos! You're such a bright boy!" He encouraged, the boy's eyes lit up at the praise, babbling his nickname of papa excitedly like he did whenever he was trying to show him something, as if he hadn't seen it. Atticus gently scratched Zenos' chin with his finger, the judge leaned over to press a congratulatory kiss to the boy's temple as he smiled down at him proudly. "You're going to grow up big and strong aren't you? Look at you~"

His cooing earned him the boy's determined attempt to stand atop his thighs, he struggled not to chuckle at the boy's legs wobbling like a fawn or the serious, focused look on his face, until he could step close enough to settle his little hands on his shoulders and just flopped his body weight atop him.

"My, looks like someone wants to cuddle." Atticus laughed softly.

"Is it nap time, Zenos?" The boy nodded against his jaw, yawned softly and rested his temple against his cheek. "Alright. You've had such a long day today, let's go get a bit of rest now."

Atticus leaned over to pick up his book, setting the mark for him as he always did. He began to set off towards his office, but Zenos lifted his head to settle his gaze on him, stopping the lapis-haired man in his tracks.

"Now where do you think you're going Atticus?"

"Sol, you know I can't nap with you guys."

"You're not going to roll over him Atticus." But the judge gave him a stern look. "Then sleep behind me, if you're so distrusting of your own habits."

"Are you going to be alright with that?" He didn't know why the man was surprised, but Zenos reaching for him sleepily seemed to seal the judge's fate regardless.

"Have you forgotten our time out on the front?"

"Of course not, just didn't expect it to hold even when we were old and brittle." He rolled his eyes, the judge sighing with a smile as he offered his arm to him, the two getting into the large bedroom upstairs of Atticus' manor so that he could set Zenos down a moment, making sure to set him in the center so he couldn't crawl away while they dressed down a little.

"Are you sure you don't want to lay on the other side of him?"

"I don't want to hurt him with the prosthetics... but I don't want to scare him either."

Ah. The usual culprit.

"Atticus. We've been over this." He sighed. "Just try? This is the time to start showing him stuff like that so he won't be scared of it later."

There was a moment of hesitation, but Zenos made grabby hands at the blue haired judge that seemed to break his resolve, the man pinching his nose for a moment.

"Will you help me tie my clothes?" He raised a brow, scoffing at the gentle, quiet ask.

"What's happened to you? Need you even ask, my friend?" But the man looked back at him surprised, admist taking his tunic off. "Have I said something to you that I don't remember while drunk or..."

"No! It's just been so long, Solus. I suppose a part of me thought that you would've expected me to get..." He watched the man swallow thickly, his hand hovering over the hidden latch that disconnected his arm after getting his loose shirt on. "Get... over it by now."

He sighed, shaking his head as he approached from behind, leaning into his space to give him a supportive hug, resting his head on his shoulder.

"Atticus. I remember the days you use to lay immobile from the pain these once caused you. I remember the agony on your face the days I needed you by my side despite it and you thought I wasn't looking. And I know they still hurt, my friend." With his arms still around him he tied the excess fabric for him, after holding him through disconnecting it. "I know these will never heal. And I know you've worked hard to be self sufficient. But let me indulge in this moment of being able to take care of you for a change, alright?"

The small, shy smile he remembered all these years drew another rare grin from him.

"You're so sappy, you know that- ah!" With muted glee he watched the warrior of renown wiggle away from him, his hands still poised to continue pinching his hips. "That's not fair, I'm down a hand!"

"Shut up and let me get your leg off, before Zenos starts whining that we're taking too long." Atticus sighed defeated, sitting down before he flopped back, his eyes snapping open as he realized he had worked in the wrong order. He smirked, letting the man beckon Zenos over so the boy wouldn't watch him help him undress. Not that he had to beckon much as the baby flopped atop Atticus's face, the judge struggling to not laugh as Zenos tried to bite and nibble his nose- clearing having intended to cuddle before he got distracted. He worked swiftly, helping Atticus into his pajama pants, before rolling the cloth on the left leg up so he could reach the latch. "Have you ever had anyone else do this for you after all these years?"

"I-" Atticus' wince at his leg disconnecting was muffled by Zenos' attempt to smother the poor man, and he moved to set the leg and arm on the stand Atticus used to attach them come morning, before setting his walking aid against the nightstand. "Rust does on the days it hurts too much for me to. But that's a given." Zenos finally gave him a moment to breathe, his head tilting as he glanced over to him tying his pants. "But any occasion I've had to share a bed with anyone else, I rarely deign to show them long, let alone take them off."

"My heart...! All my hard work to make them look nice... wasted..." He said dramatically, Atticus let out a soft laugh, a wonderful little noise that always made Zenos giggle by default. He gently smacked his hip, urging him to scoot up the bed. "Well. Do you need anything else, princess?"

The man covered his face at the tease trying to withhold more of his laughter, turning onto his side before gently resting his arm protectively over Zenos as he finally relaxed.

"Just a certain former legatus to come by and warm the bed with me... tis a shame he's taking so long." He taunted back, prompting him into using his ancient vigor, he got dressed in record time, joining them on the bed and pulling the covers over them. Though Zenos this time was already asleep, already safely nestled by the protective aura Atticus always seemed to give off, especially having his arm resting over him. "There he is."

"I'm always so jealous the boys love sleeping against you more than me."

"You and your hands are always so cold, can you blame them?"

"Are they?" He lifted his hand to his own neck, pausing at the chill radiating from his skin. He swallowed down his own panic. "I see."

"Mhm. It's why I always ask if your hands especially are ever numb or in pain." When his hand settled back down Atticus rested his hand atop his, trying to encourage warmth back into his chilled skin. "But I suppose you've always just had poor circulation. A part of me always wondered if that's why you always wore gloves..."

"Hm. Subconsciously I suppose." He sighed, trying to stay in the moment and ignore the reality of why. "But really Atticus, especially at our age, you need to take off your prosthetics. Your leg especially. It's going to do a number on your hip, that is if it hasn't already."

"..." The man curled protectively around Zenos, a flash of a thought across his face. "I know, Solus. But my answers remains. Especially when it is my duty to protect you and yours... I hate feeling defenseless like this."

"I understand my friend." He whispered, scooting closer so he could rest his forehead against his own. "Just rest... allow me to relieve you of your duty, even if just for a little while."

He lulled the man asleep with a touch of magic, knowing how often the man struggled to fall asleep, let alone stay it, and that he would be none the wiser. He instead turned his attention to the babe safely held in his arms, and consciously warming his own hands he brought them up, gently brushing strands of hair out of his face. It saddened him, even as just a young boy, how much his features reminded him of Carosa. His eyes and hair the same radiant shades, the shape of his nose and his ears. Even his little 'ha!' whenever he felt pride mirrored the woman brave enough to fight behind Varis despite her stature, especially as she innovated on the magitek core she used. How ironic it was that a woman so well versed in healing and medicine would pass so suddenly. Even if it served to remind him how weak and ill prepared those of this star had become, he could only curse the loss of someone he actually enjoyed conversing with despite his qualms. Instead he was left with Varis. His strategic acumen, and perhaps Carosa's support, were the only reason that man could do anything of surprising value. And he was bitter to think that the child he found himself cherishing was Varis' at all. And angrier, remembering how he abandoned Zenos against all odds, no doubt a decision supported by that witch.

His hand moved to gently rest on Atticus's cheek, before moving to rest over his throat. The knight barely reacted. Just breathing in longer before he settled once more, but the memory of Varis choking him for a perceived slight still haunted him. The man who was once soft spoken and shy everywhere except in battle, choking the man who cared for him and tried to comfort him. The judge was more of a grandfather to Varis than he was, but the bastard was only brave enough to lay hands on the man who wouldn't fight back.

It angered him to no end. But he paused in his thoughts hearing the boy get fussy, looking down to see him steadily wiggling towards him, and he didn't know how long he was watching as the boy had gravitated to him instead, like he had sensed his unrest. His big eyes blinked open, yawning cutely before his hands reached for him.

"Papa!" He called, and he could not deny him. Instead he lowered himself closer, pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead as he clung to him. And he couldn't help but snort quietly as Atticus rolled until he felt something, filling in the space by laying on his stomach, and he only knew by the time he awoke he'd be sprawled across the bed. "Papa."

"What is it boy, I thought you needed a nap?"

"Papa!" He sighed, coming to realize the boy was making noise just because he enjoyed doing so, and that it in turn got his attention. He brought his hand up, gently poking his nose, getting a giggle in return. His small hands rested on his face, and he had to bite his cheek to not laugh as he tilted his face closer, and then tried to nibble on his nose- not quite understanding what a kiss was yet, it seemed. "Adah!"

"Adah? That's not papa." The boy's babbling was incomprehensible for a moment. Well. Moreso that usual, before repeating the aforementioned babble and curling down to nibble on the hand Atticus was resting over the child. "Zenos-" He reprimanded gently, curling a finger under his jaw to keep him from continuing to try. "No biting."

"No!" He repeated back to him with fervor. "Adah!"

He couldn't fathom what the child was trying to ask, even as he whimpered softly at not being listened to despite his efforts. But his fatherly experience just couldn't parse it this time. The noise however woke Atticus for a brief moment, who flopped over onto his back without a word, taking a deep breath as he in turn pulled Zenos with him so that the boy was laying on his chest, and his arm widened in a gesture for him to lay closer.

He followed his lead, resting his head on his shoulder, which encouraged Atticus to rest a hand on Zenos' lower back.

And like Atticus himself had cast a spell, the boy fell back asleep as they both held close to him, now content in their arrangement.

He was about to speak to him until he lifted his head a little, only to realize Atticus was just as out as Zenos now was.

He supposed it couldn't hurt for him to sleep for a while, either.

[blae-kitta]

As @zhraek said in the tags of the sketch version of this post: tapi tapi tapi tapi tap tap

[ysaefinn]

going on anon because I’m just a shy mutual (pls don’t play guess who) but what do we think about cult Geto, spankings and corner time (but he’s just teasing tf outta u)?

Infantilization, mommy kink, punishment, spankings, mdni

IAHSMBSJDVDJVDJDBDJDBDN FINE I WON'T INVESTIGATE YOU MOOTNON 🫵🫵🫵 You're lucky i have respect for the residents of tumblrville

Typically I have no trouble yapping away about mommy suguru spankings (good shit) BUT WITH CULT SUGURU ITS ACTUALLY A REALLY INTERESTING DYNAMIC!!!!! bcuz the way i see him is..goofier more devoted, incredibly lovesick and doesn't really try to infantilize you as much as he mothers you yk???? Its so hard ro explain, he does think "my baby my baby my baby" when you come to mind but out of all the sugurus he sees u as an independent adult the most (also its very easy for him to fall into submission and subservience since he quite literally worships you) its really hard to explain honestly we can get to that on a separate post later on,,, but what im trying to say is that this image of him clashing with how...pregnant he looks in canon (TATATATATTATATAT) is nice its a nice contrast he just can't help but be mother HUH

ANYWAY!!!!!!!!!!!! All this to say that actually....this is some heat LMFAOOO this is banger, there's this element of a power imbalance that heavily depends on your standing and whatnot, but in any case he's very dominating and charismatic (cult leader starter pack). For some reason i can't imagine cult mommy suguru without a little but of dollification and feminization, i think he's a huge fan of thigh high stockings and cute little nightgowns some bows and frills here and there, its very lowkey tho,,

STAYING LOYAL TO THE ORIGINAL CULT GETOU CONCEPT!!!! i still think he'd never let his cultists see you, and if anything i think he's much more stricter about it now, we all know how he feels about non sorcerers, so he's definitely not budging about that, and while he does spoil and treat you really really well, he will actually fucking flip if he caught you trying to initiate contact with any of the cult members, this is NOT a game he will genuinely spank your ass raw AND SEND YOU to the corner don't play with him 😭😭 will 100% make you count each time his palm comes down on your tender flesh and you have to thank mommy for correcting you afterwards too (he's evil but he's just trying to protect you 😭) but again for the millionth time this is just care taking to him, tough love yk? Its nurturing in a way, making sure you stay in line no matter how hard it is for him to excute the punishments is a huge display of love, giving you what you really need.

He's not heartless or cold tho, Suguru does feel guilty afterwards and invites you to curl up in his lap and suckle on his nipples or fingers while he gently massages your sore ass and coos little apologies (does slide in some scolding tho 😭😭) "mommy's so sorry baby but you were misbehaving so much today, and its my job to make sure you stay good right?"

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Isat fixation we are so back

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

CHARRI NATION !!!!! AHHHHH !!! WE'RE WINNING !!!

[sir-walton-goggins]

That chicken is a paid actor

[strawberrystepmom]

earlier I was thinking about western au and pictured Dante leaning over me very ominously when the drunk guys we gamble with finally convince me to play five finger fillet with them their hands are shaking and they’re going very slow bc he’s got both hands on either side of me and is fully giving everyone death stares

[sc52]

it's funny seeing all these ... popular accounts, all these conventionally attractive people, all these fit people come back to tumblr again in the last week or so

[inzombniia]

they just cant go a day without having something in their mouth can they

[notadotjpeg]

hey gusy

[shimp-the-not-understanding]

Hay I just wanted to say that you have almost the same art style as triocat and I like it I love their art style and I think you are amazing so keep up the good work

I had to look it up who it is and no way!! I look up to them!!

I had no idea that my art style are the same as theirs. That's cool!

[a-can-of-soup]

Jonathan click baited into starting the apocalypse sims.....

That's all I wanted to say :3

Anyway.... I uhh wrote something I might use for something. fuck knows honestly if I'll ever do anything with it so here you go.

Flesh

The mass of blundering flesh, guts and congealed blood pool at what could be called it's feet. If not for the fact this was nothing human. This bastardasation of life. It's body ungalting, all the parts are their in a confused muddle of limbs. What can only be ashumed as a meek attempt at mimicking humanity in an almost comedic twist. The ever present dripping sound a constant ringing in the ears. It's eyes dart, a malicious look in the many sets of beady eyes it's body possesses. It's bones a starchy white that crumbles like chalk whilst being as sturdy as titanium, poking out at odd angles like a twisted fleshy cactus. It's limbs or what could be seen as such stretch and contort unnaturaly, it's bones grate and creak against each other. It's body painted in the deep red almost black grotesque clumps of congealed blood. The air thick with a muddle of nasuating smells. Humid stench seeps from it, like a rotting carcass left in a greenhouse at the peak of summer. Maggots squirm through its flesh leaving squeamish gaping holes in a disturbing variety of sizes, but it shows no sign of pain. The damp dark air hangs thick over it. If it was smaller it would almost be easy to convince someone it was just a tumor, a teratoma. A massive living pile of flesh, that thinks and visible breaths but feels no pain. The sound of its breath echos, an ear splitting sound, like nails on a chalkboard but a thousand times worse, the damn squelchy scratching sound like a twisted windchime.

[enswbl]

the fact that fabiano caruana owns a yoshitomo nara i'm sorry 2007 shirt is crazy