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[betweenheroesandvillains]

dr. a.v. i swear if i ever find you i will force you to remove all not-current email addresses from the fcking internet

[bccksmarts]

❧ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☙ ⤷ Collection #3

➤ @monmuses asked: (miscellanious sentence prompts) "i think you would make an excellent dance partner." (from Scott)

   Hermione's face instantly began to flush at the words, her eyes shifting left and right to see if there were anyone eavesdropping. Not that she was bothered about that sort of thing—they could gossip all they want.

   ❝Scott,❞ Hermione practically groaned, her brows knitting together, ❝my dancing skills are mediocre at best.❞ She shook her head at that, her hand wiping down her gown to straighten the non-existing crinkles and creases in her dress. Another bloody ball, it'd seem—and McGonagall made it clear that this was of importance... as were the last several.

   ❝I'm surprised, though,❞ She piped up, leaning over to him, her eyes scanning the crowd of people, ❝that you're not dancing, I mean. I've seen a few of the girls take cheeky glances at you. Not interested?❞ Her smirk was visible, but there was something else. Just a hint of it.

[antelopefriendcorner]

‘being bi and wearing novelty graphic tees’ constitutes most of Drew’s personality because that’s all anyone gets him for christmas after he wore one in front of the wrong well-meaning relative 

[adlerthetattler]

"i don't smoke."

(Constanta @ Lacey - a-bloody-dowry)

SALTBURN sentence starters

"No?" Lacey holds the smoke out a little longer, in case she might change her mind, then shrugs. "More for me then."

The cigarette that was once for Constanta settles between her own fingers, lit in a flash. The night is cold for this time of year, but if enduring it means garnering some vital information, she's happy to. She's been on the hunt for a lead for months.

"Do you always linger outside clubs, or do you go inside them some days?"

[tommykinard6]

You know what’s so great about Tommy?

He represents hope. He is living proof that people can not only change, but also turn their lives around.

When he was in the begins episodes, he was scared and spineless and sometimes an asshole, all for the purpose of fitting in with Good Ole Boys club. He was deep in the closet and had been in an unhealthy environment probably all of his life. Lou said that Tommy had a rough life, an unstable home and childhood. Add an undetermined amount of years in the army to however long he was trapped at the old 118, I’m starting to think he never realized another option was for him. Not that there wasn’t another option, but that it wasn’t an option he could have.

But then Chimney comes in. Someone on another post of mine pointed out that it was because Chim was an “other” and Tommy didn’t want to be pinned as an “other” too and I agree. Same with Hen, but sadly worse. She got awful treatment from the 118 and Tommy went along with it. But even back then, we got treated to things like Tommy hugging himself during Hen’s speech to the house, to his face falling when the captain uses the “diversity hire” line.

But then Bobby comes in and he’s not standing for people’s shit. Slowly, the 118 starts to move forward and while Tommy isn’t stuck fitting into a toxic boys club anymore, he’s left behind because he can’t move himself forward anymore without confronting who he is. So he leaves the 118 and moves to Harbor.

Somehow, somewhere along the way to where we are now, Tommy came out to himself and with the way he talks, probably started therapy. When we meet him again, he is so gentle to himself and those around him. This is a Tommy we could see glimpses of before, but now he’s finally safe to be himself in all aspects.

And I think this is so important for all people who find themselves with any parallels to Tommy’s storyline. For so many people that have to live in secret. For people trapped in a horrible environment, one they have to mimic to survive. For people who can’t face themselves until later on in life. For people who look successful on the outside, but are crumbling on the inside. And to the person who fits their gender roles to a T, the macho man or feminine woman, who doesn’t “look queer” or “act queer”. There’s a place for everyone.

You just have to find your place. Look what that did for Tommy.

[truesymphony]

Starter for Joe Goldberg ( @fantasywritten​ )

The redhead scurried into the bookstore with a few bags.  She quickly put everything down at the counter before hurrying over to the shelves.  She was searching for a certain new release.  A short horror novella.  After a moment she plucked the book from the shelf and went to the counter.  Her excitement was palpable.  “Good mornin’, Joe.”  She called knowing he would be just around the corner.  Most likely stocking new books.

“Today is a huge day for me.”  She tapped the book excitedly since it was from a new author.  “have you read this yet?”  She doubted.  She knew it wasn’t exactly his taste.  he likd the classics but still.

[hawkinsbnbg]

hit me baby one more time

prompt: one | word count: 1111 | rated: E | tags: daddy kink, spanking, breeding kink, barebacking, creampie, pet names, one-night stand to fwb to lovers, mutual pining | @steddiemicrofic | ao3

This was getting out of hand.

Because Eddie Munson never did repeat.

And somehow, he kept coming back to Steve Harrington’s doorstep, promising himself ‘This will be the last time’, then repeating the same dance and song until he just—

Stayed.

What had started as a one-night stand—simple and uncomplicated—had become something more, an undetermined relationship where Eddie was allowed to stay overnight instead of stumbling back to his place alone, where he woke up to stale breathed kisses and lazy morning sex, where he took turns making breakfast and eventually dinner with his fling (“man of your dream, muse of your soul, light of your life—” “Shut up, Gareth!”).

If anyone was to be blamed, Eddie would point at himself, albeit begrudgingly.

As much as Eddie hated to admit it, he was the one approaching the other man that night when he realized the former King Steve was sitting there in a BDSM club, wearing a crop top and snug jeans, lipgloss and eyeliners, so pretty that the bartender would be swept off by that infamous Harrington Charm soon if no one intervened.

So Eddie did. Walked up to his target of the night and cast his spell, wanting to take the guy down a peg or two, an overdue payback for his horrendous high school experience.

What he didn't expect was to be completely enchanted by Steve who turned out to be a sweetheart, who had gone under so beautifully, looked at him with so much trust and vulnerability, made him want to care, to cherish for the first time in his chaotic life.

Then one morning, when he blinked his eyes open and gazed at the pretty thing still snoring softly in his arms, it suddenly occurred to him that he couldn't walk away anymore.

And thus, the rest was history.

Steve seemed nonchalant most of the time, acting like they were just real close buddies whenever Eddie turned up, as if he hadn't been fucked stupid on every surface of his own apartment.

It thrilled Eddie how easily that indifferent façade would break under his command without resistance.

Eddie brought his hand down in another loud smack, eliciting a muffled sob.

“T– Thank you,” Steve mumbled, sounding soft and sweet in a way that made Eddie's heart clench. “Thank you, Daddy.”

For a moment, he took in the vision draped across his lap. Burgundy sweater bunched around the slim waist, white cotton yanked down to mid thighs, an anklet that matched one of Eddie's bracelets, pale skin and red hand shapes, Venus dimples and lean muscles, moles and freckles that dotted the smooth canvas like constellations.

A masterpiece.

He stroked those cheeks like kneading dough, enjoying the goods before giving it three reverberating smacks.

“How many do you need, baby?” He cooed as Steve started trembling minutely.

“Gimme ten,” Steve whined.

Eddie huffed fondly. What a spoiled brat. It was always ‘I want’ or ‘gimme’ and never ‘can I…?’ or ‘please’ , so needy and demanding all the time. But Eddie was at fault for being a pushover.

At least, Steve never forgot to say sorry and thank you. Would do everything to get praised. Always a good boy even when he tried to be a brat.

“Alright, we can do ten,” he tapped Steve's cheeks lightly. “Count for me, sweetheart.”

Then gave them ten swats in succession that were followed by Steve's strangled counting.

Steve was crying in earnest, face blotchy and lips bit red, when Eddie carefully flipped him over. But his eyes, god, his doe eyes were brimmed with tears, big and wet and drooped pitifully.

“Still good, little prince?” Eddie combed his fingers through the silky lock gently.

“Mhm,” Steve sniffled. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Eddie’s erection twitched and dribbled in the confines of his jeans. Cursing himself for being weak, he leaned down to capture those lush lips, swallowing every breathless noise that tried to escape between the tiny cracks of their mouths.

As wanton legs parted to welcome him and shaky arms wrapped around his neck, Eddie grew greedy, hungry, insatiable. He wanted to devour Steve, to ruin him for anyone else, to keep this beguiling creature away from the prying world.

Because Steve Harrington was a sunshine incarnation, apple pies and vanilla ice cream, honey buns and warm milk, maraschino cherries and chocolate cakes, divine and perfect everything.

Was it so surprising that Eddie wanted to hoard such a treasure even when he would be burnt to a crisp?

“Do you trust Daddy, baby?” He whispered, pecking the pretty face that blossomed in flush pink beneath him.

“Always,” Steve smiled, sweet and precious.

Utterly gone, he dropped soft kisses on Steve's eyelids, making those long lashes flutter like the butterflies in his stomach.

Then, he took care of Steve the way they were both familiar with. Drawing out those pretty moans and taking everything that Steve was willing to give him.

“Daddy,” Steve mewled, neck stretching to give hot lips and sharp teeth more access, quivering and drooling as his prostate was nailed precisely.

“My gorgeous baby,” Eddie groaned, tongue heavy and heart stuttering in his chest. “So good for Daddy, aren't you?”

“Yours,” Steve whimpered, hanging on him like a ragdoll as the pace turned brutal. “Make me yours, Daddy.”

And so Eddie tried his best. Worshiped his beautiful angel until he could taste those nectarine droplets, running down the apple of rosy cheeks and soaking pouty petals.

Eddie pumped him full over and over again, possessive and obsessed, unable to resist the temptation of knocking him up however impossible it was.

Once they were done for the night, he carried Steve into the bathroom for their joint shower, put Steve in a threadbare sweater and cute panties then threw on himself an old tee and boxers after they were dried up.

When they returned to the bed, he gathered Steve in his arms and ran his hand on Steve's back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings until Steve let out a quiet yawn.

“Sleep, baby,” he kissed Steve's forehead. “You have a morning shift tomorrow.”

“G’night, Eds,” Steve said drowsily.

“Sweet dream, my darlin’,” he kissed Steve's forehead again just because he could, just because he wanted to see that sweet smile.

Eddie watched the other man fall asleep against his chest, always unguarded and so trusting around him. It made him feel things he never entertained before. Made him want to listen to ABBA. Made him want to do chores and prepare meals with Steve for the rest of his life.

He let out a helpless sigh.

This was getting out of hand.

Because Eddie Munson had fallen in love.

[moyokeansimblr]

Patreon requests for Priscilla 🥳 Yeah, I know I said these wouldn't be out until Monday but I had some family stuff today and didn't get a chance to play so I finished these up.

First up, Basegame Cardigan Belted for TF-EF. I decided to use Paluding's tattooer for it because it was 90% painted on the ts4 body anyways, so there's the slightest little gaps where the texture didn't line up. Has appropriate morphs, compressorized, original 7 colors swatch included, and you can choose whether you want to repo or not.

EP13 Blouse Lace for TF & AF because I personally didn't feel it suited EF. Has appropriate morphs, compressorized, original 12 colors swatch included, and you can choose whether you want to repo or not.

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GP07 Cardigan Knit for AF & EF because I thought it was too old for TF. Has appropriate morphs, compressorized, original 9 colors swatch included, and you can choose whether you want to repo or not.

And lastly, EP10 Skirt Long paired with Lace Up Boots converted by JulieJ for TF-EF. Has appropriate morphs (but the EF is a little wonky), compressorized, original 12 colors swatch included, and you can choose whether you want to repo or not.

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[foolsocracy]

Hi, hello, I’m new to your blog. I’ve made myself at home. Lovely carpet.

Can I please know more about your spider Robbie pie? Can’t seem to find the silverware.

but of course, kind anon

Spider Robbie is an au in which Robbie Robertson takes up the spider mantle after the death of the one before him. He is the third, following Ben Urich and, most notably, Peter Parker.

This au is very much canon divergence from Eyes Without a Face, where Peter makes it in time to save Robbie from his original fate but dies in the process. Peter is shot while rushing Robbie and the others out. In his panic and elation at finding Robbie physically unharmed, Peter outs himself as the Spider Man to his best friend. Robbie stays with him as he bleeds out and resolves to continue to hide Peter's identity.

Peter is buried and remains that way for... an undetermined amount of time.

Robbie is left with a mask, a jacket, and the question of just who was this other half of his friend. As he learns more of who this... Spider Man was, he gets more and more involved in the spider's cases and conflicts. Robbie gets more sure of his own abilities and makes a bit of a name for the Spider Man within his own community, though the people of Harlem are largely unaware that the appearances of a masked vigilante match the interests of one Robbie Robertson.

It is to be noted that none of these aforementioned abilities are spider-god-induced powers like Peter's. Robbie, especially at the beginning of his spidering career, leans more into Urich's role than Parker's. To me, Robbie has been passionate about the press and journalism in a way that Peter never was. For Pete, his job as a photographer and reporter was a job he took until he could get into college and study science. Robbie has a way with words and communication that Peter frankly lacks. Of course, that isn't to say that Robbie won't be kicking ass, because he will. It will just take him a bit of time to get some of those skills as he's, well, a normal guy. Not everyone can get their biology scrambled like Pete.

And just because Robbie hasn't been scrambled doesn't mean he's completely separate from all things supernatural either!

I think the marvel noir universe is at its best when there's a magical, supernatural undercurrent. This concept isn't super prevalent in the actual comics, but HoplesslyLost on ao3 has done some really cool world building with it.

I think in Robbie's case, where he would be the narrator, "magical realism" would be an interesting avenue to take it. I use this term in particular because I most closely relate it to Toni Morrison in my head, when I first learned about it through her work in high school. For Morrison, the concept was inseparable to blackness and I think for Robbie, where his blackness is so central to his character and his motivations, drawing on that could be more of a service to his character. It feels better to do that than ignore how incredibly racialized his society and story is. It will make his relationship with the spider god, Peter (who I will get to very very shortly), his community, and his own mythos as The Spider Man really interesting and complex.

So it's been established that Robbie doesn't have spider powers. And we all know that Peter did-- or should I say does. One of the spider god's abilities is to bring Peter back to life. She does this in the comics, but not in any of the runs from 2008-2010 (the runs that make up this au). When Peter dies on Ellis Island, he does not think he is coming back from that. Waking up again is a surprise.

Here's where I think the au really takes a left turn. Do I think the Spider God is purely evil and spiteful and has it out for Pete? No, not really. Will I be ramping said traits up to 11 for the au? Yeah, I guess I might. This is because I love a little bit of horror and the came back wrong trope. I will hopefully be fleshing the spider god out in the near future, but I really haven't given her the many hours of thought I have the other characters. For that I'm sorry spider god </3

Peter digs himself out of his grave, more spider than he ever has been. For much of his new, waking life he is more animalistic than not. There is clearly something wrong with him; his joints are too flexible and loose, he's got some eye-shine going on, his skin is pale and his veins are starkly dark beneath it. He's possessed. Someone is puppeteering him, someone who knows a lot-- almost everything about him, but it's clear that the someone isn't him.

And Peter--- the body, it can't be Peter. At least, that's what Robbie thinks when the figure catches his eye the first time. Because Peter is dead and buried, and he has been dead and buried for weeks.

[not34624]

DAZAI X READER – THE ONLY ONE

heavy dead dove, failed su1c1de attempt, NOT BETA READ HEAVY, gender neutral reader, smut, angst and smut, fluff?, OLD FIC, CRINGE OLD FIC + OOC

REQUESTS: OPEN - CLOSED note: this is old…like hellishly old, I found it while working on a request! enjoy… (it’s cringe)

Dazai could remember every detail of that night, the way the air smelt of metal and blood. Everything went flat in that moment of realization of what was happening around him, you laid half-way in the bathtub, the once clear and clean water was now a crimson red like the color of a torn up pomegranate.

Dazai felt his face go a pale like a white ghost , everything went numb for him at that moment of realization, he snapped out of it and jumped into action. The steamy hot tears blurred his vision as he pulled your naked body out of the body, he held you close to his chest. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket

as he dialed ‘911’, the ambulance would be here soon. your once soft skin was tinted by gushes of cuts, he rushed and grabbed bandages from the bathroom cupboard and bandaged your wrists up. was he going to lose you? his beloved boyfriend, the man he’s loved since the dawn of time. He held your face in his hand and stared into your dull eyes.

The next things you could remember was bright lights as your eyes cracked open and your brows frowned, Your eyes darted around be landing on Dazai. nausea filled your stomach as you looked at his tired face, you could only hear the air from the vent and the sound breathing coming from you and your possible still lover? ‘I’m sorry’ is all you could repeat in your head being to tired to even open your mouth.

you sighed softly as you wiggled your finger on your hand. ‘still alive’ and your wrists in white cleaned bandages with a a IV tube connected into your arm. You shifted around on the hospital, causing the brown haired man to wake up. His eyes slowly opened as he let out a low yawn. Your eyes locked before he stood up so quickly he knocked over the chair.

“(Name)” your name softly left his chapped lips as he reached his hand out to touch your face, as if fearing that if he were to touch you, you would disappear into thin air. “Dazai..” you spoke in whisper, you didn’t notice the hot tears coming down from your eyes like fireworks.

He held your face in his hand, and leaned in placing a kiss onto your long ago soft lips, the kiss was gentle as if he were touching a dying rose a afraid that if one wrong move it would crumble in his gentle hands.

Dazai called the nurse in, things were talked such as health and mental-health. The talk of hospitalizing came up but Dazai declined it, weeks past and soon you were allowed to go back home with your Dazai.

“(Name), look, I’m not mad okay? but..” he sighed before continuing as he looked at you will the saddest look you probably have seen in his eyes, “Why?” those words sent a shiver up your spine. you gulped, “Darling, you don’t have to answer. I wont make you” you shook your head, “I wasn’t feeling the best, I felt like.. I wasn’t worthy of everything you were giving me...” Tear pricked your eyes “I love you, so much. More than you could possibly ever undetermined. I felt like I was worth your time,love,touch”

hot tears ran down your, “oh..my love” you heard your eyes sight blurred, but quickly you felt a warm embrace by your beloved. “You’re so fucking dumb, you know that?” he whispered as he held you close and tight just like the night he found you ruined and bloodied, you bawled your eyes out at that moment.

Three days went by after the accident, you and Dazai laid together on the bed as you cuddled, The TV played some cheesy-trash romance movie. your wrists were still bandages and needed to be changed daily, since you (and Dazai) didn’t want the cuts to get infected since they were so deep, Dazai pulled you into a kiss.

The kiss started off slow with passion before Dazai gently bit into your bottom lip causing you to gasp softly allowing his tongue into your warm mouth, what started as a gentle kiss quickly turned heated. his hands roamed your body as he pulled away leaving gentle bite and hickeys on your neck and collar.

You gasped as his teeth sank into your sensitive skin, “Dazai..!” you whined “quit teasin’..” you pouted. Dazai looked into your eyes placing a gentle kiss on your lips , “Okayokay, don’t give me that look, baby” he slowly pulled down your pj pants, “turn around for me,pretty” he asked in tooth rotting tone “imma be gentle..”

as you turned around he kissed the back of your neck and head. he was truthful to his words, he prepped you with such gentleness’s it made you crazy. “p-pleaseee…” you whined as your hole clenched around nothing after he pulled his slick covered fingers out of you. “Be patient” his husk tone whispered into your ear.

He pulled down his kitty covered pj pants that were just like yours,his cock. sprained out and hit your winking hole causing a whine out of your throat, “poor baby, is so needy” he slowly pushed into your small hole, stretching your hole out as he wrapped an arm around your waist slowly going down to your smaller dick.

He gently jerked your member as he began to thrust into your cute hole, “dazi’mfgh…!” you moaned out as you clenched around him. “shit..calm honey..” he groaned as he rolled his palm around your flushed tip. his thrusts were gentle “fasterf-fasterfaster!” a croaked moan escaped your mouth as you begged for Dazai to speed up.

He gentle yanked your head back and gave you a small spank on your plump bottom, “what did I say,hm?” his gentle poundings still making you see stars and drool dripping from your chin onto the bedsheets, his hips snapped his girthy cock hitting your prostate, “mghuh’fuckkk…dazaiii” you felt your cock squirt cum.

he held your hips, he rolled his organ into your puffy hole, tears began to role down yours face from the overwhelming feelings after your high. “sorry baby..shh almost,shit..” he threw his head back as he jerked your tiny cock, teasing the tip. Your flushed face covered in tear and drool. “made such a mess..” he pouted.

His soft fucks made your head feel fuzzy, “mmghahh..comeingcomeing!!” You came once again into your tummy and Dazais hand, “close..just lil more” he kissed the back of your neck before he slowly speed up, his soft thrust quickly thrusted brutal. “Inside or out?” His body sweaty and hands sticky with his baby’s semen.

“inside..insideinside pleaseee..!!” You begged and whined as you shoved your face into the pillow moaning, the bed shook and creaked from his rough thrust, his seed stuffed up your puffy swore hole, “gughhha dazaiii…mm” you felt full and warm, his semen dripping down your thigh. He quickly let go and fell onto you not wanting to pull out form your warmth.

“Sorry, I’ll be gentle next around” your turned your head to side to look at him “next round?!” he gave you a foxy smile, “cmon you can take it right? who’s my good boy,again?” you whined before letting your head fall onto your pillow. “I am..” he kissed your shoulder “yes,you are” he bummed happily before carefully flipping you onto your back “I love you” he whispered into your ear

you quickly tugged his head back, quickly “I love you too,Osamu” pulling him into a passionate kiss

[olenvasynyt]

Eris Week Day 5: Adventure

The Trees Have Eyes

1/3 chapters, 6,499 words

Warnings:

Rated T. Descriptions of hunting and animal death, brief mentions of abuse

Summary:

When a trading meeting doesn’t go Beron’s way, the Lady of Autumn asks Eris to take Lucien on a hunting trip for an undetermined amount of time to avoid Beron’s wrath.

Read on AO3

First chapter will be posted today and the other two will be posted on later dates!

Thank you @erisweekofficial for this awesome week!

[moriaarts]

Lieutenant Deets and Medic Duo

And finally the aloof lt and dr chaos. Completing the char sheets for the 343rd. As always, text is below c: 👇

Lieutenant Deets

CT-3335 - Previously known to her batchmates as Koor or Koor 33. Koor which is Mando'a for Deal, was the name that she and her batchmates gave each other to distinguish themselves as a unit and as a promise to one another to stay alive. Unfortunately, that promise would be broken as each member of Koor squad died. So she changed her name to be that which everyone else called her. Three-Three and then later DT when she made a self deprecating joke about how she was a defective clone, (a to be decommissioning clone, DT-3335) It stuck, and later evolved into Deets when she joined the 343rd and her ability to relay a wide variety of detail for missions and about drama about the base.

Krells ship isn't a place that nurtured kindness or kept those that didn’t pay attention to the little things. It’s not that any clone was complacent but it’s a different kind of twist on the mind when you’re made to feel observed, to constantly think that little bit further than the terror in front of you. Deets initially as she worked for intelligence and supplied crucial intel while she worked under Pong Krell. She would specialise in field work, setting up temporary HQs and intel points on hostile planets. That is until she fell victim to a clanker airdrop, where a battalion of B2s found the camp and laid waste. Severely injuring them all and killing two. She claims that’s the day 33 died. Half a b2 was still active and shot her in the groin for starters, would have killed her if back up hadn't shown up and she'd had a blood transfusion in the LA-AT.

She finds though that, she doesn't mind so much. Okay, so her testosterone plumates to zero and its bad for a time being, she loses a lot of weight and muscle mass as the medics try to solve one problem after the other. It’s after an undetermined amount of time she's lucid enough to wake up. Sometimes though, she wishes she hadn’t. It turns out she wasn't saved by back up. They were bate. And the clones that survived? abandoned to die, bar from two. Deets was saved because she discovered further information on the whereabouts of a drone factory and they were attacked before she could disclose what she learnt. The other clone rescued was used to keep her alive.

It’s almost out of her control, she gives the information without even fighting, choked by guilt and shame to have been the one spared for noticing a small detail. The medic onboard takes pity on her and gets her back in one piece, or whats left of her. What follows are as a result of the worst cycle of her short and sad life. The drop in T is noticeable, and she's not mad about it, she keeps up with the standard fitness expected by all clones once her levels are fixed. Starts looking more feminine. Its nice in her opinion, she like the way she looks. Leans into it. Until what few forces left under Krells command after his wickedness had been revealed are cleaned up. Quietly existing in surveillance, the medics of their battalion have been covering for her, clearing her for action but not putting her on the field. She doesn’t know who did it, but when she’s alerted that she will be decommissioned, she finds herself not back on Kamino but on Naboo.

Bonus: Deets is Ace, low testosterone will do that to you. She's not really titillated by anything anymore. But she does like Kiss, more than she’s like anyone since her batchmates. Her and kiss grow close and have a fledgling relationship where Deets is only soft and herself with Kiss. And Kiss is tender and heartfelt with her. They are, in their own ways, the moms of their company.

Bonus 2: DT is a sheltered character, quiet and observant, tending towards the depressive disastrasiation, morbid assumptions and dry humour to pad her sharp edges. It’s why she gets on best with Jaig who is also depressed and bitter. Her armour seeks to embrace her shape. The shoulder pads were originally equipped to make her shoulders seem broader than they were. But now its a sign of her experience and expertise. She has a b2 on hr left thigh as a joke, but also as a reminder that if it hadn’t hit her other leg she wouldn’t be who she is today.

Medic Duo

aka Dr Do-over, dudu one time Ro was sky high on painkillers. The twins were in stitches literally and figuratively.

Duo is the 343rd CMO, or just their medic as the 343rd are such a small unit his only other medical support is Pax. Who they call Nurse, affectionately. They're a soft touch under cover of a mad scientist telling her vode all the details of how badly they kriffed up. Saying things like:

I had a twin in the tube and i ate them / I had tea with the Chancellor after my heroic efforts on Geonosis / i'm the closest clone to Prime

mainly things that cant be proven or disproven but they are normally saved for shinies and younger clones that won't question the validity of these claims. And more importantly to distract from whatever they are going through. But it's more an example of how hairbrained they are in regard to their methods of getting the troops what they need. And he will get them whatever they need so long as it keeps them sane and healthy.

Despite gratuitous explanations on what happens to a liver with extended access to engineerings supernova moonshine, thats all she cares about, seeing them all through to the end. Duo, Kiss and Ro have known each other the longest. Duo is the reason why Kiss was able to keep Mooch as her service dog. The reason Ro has all her limbs, and why Jaig is able to get replacement optics when the cheap cybernetics they send give out.

Most important Duo is the reason why most of the trans clones were able to transition. Starting with Kiss. Kiss plays it down, but Duo will tell anyone trying to hide their pain how miserable she had been before, how all she talked about was ancient Nabooen culture. Duo doesn't tell them how reluctant she would be to attend physicals, or the little ways that went unnoticed by untrained eyes that she would neglect her health. Similar to Ro when she joined them. Choosing self flagellation over the admittance of unseen pain. So they took it upon themselves to provide Kiss with options. Then Ro and by the time Deets came alone toward the end of the war he was already equipped to deal with her baggage with tall tails and prescription should the patient require further medical support.

bonus: Duo, Lash and Leki were delighted to meet one another. They are the powerhouse of the trans collection they have going on at the 343rd, Lash is their researcher, Leki the supplier and Duo the mastermind and manipulator of GAR funds.

bonus2: Duo is gender fluid. A fact that only became apparent after Kiss transitioned. Their gender fluxuates, and Duo like the check in it allows with oneself when assessing where they are at on a given day. Duo also particularly like making strangers squirm when they says today it's she/them and what them puzzle over what today means.

For the rest of Kiss & company: Kiss // Jaig // Leki // Ro // Pax // Lash // Deets // Duo

[bccksmarts]

❧ hogwarts au sentences ☙ ⤷ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ⤶

➤ @gentlepuff asked: “ i’m tired, and i want to go to bed, and i’ve been sitting here, trying to figure it out for like an hour, save me: what has a head but no body, but does have a tail? ”

  ❝This sounds like something Fred and George Weasley would tell to you.❞ Hermione huffed lightly, rolling her eyes as she looked at the Hufflepuff girl, ❝Who even told you that? I swear I've heard that one before...❞ She couldn't really blame the other girl for staying up and thinking on it. Riddles are difficult for that reason alone, but spending hours just pondering the answer? Absurd, if she was honest.

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

i'll see us through the thick and thin

buck/tommy | rated: T | chapter eight | work in progress | ao3

Buck

It took a few hours to figure out how to protect and store what was staying at the loft and to decide what he’d need to bring for the next…however long at Tommy’s.

They took his soaked bed out to the dumpster where Buck said a few words of remembrance. Tommy clearly trying to hide a grin the whole time, but as Buck pointed out, there’d been some good memories made on that mattress, okay?

Worth taking a moment for.

Buck managed to scrounge up buckets to catch the rest of the dripping water while Tommy mopped the floor. Finally, his landlord showed up—refusing to give a timeline on how long it would take to fix the shitshow that was his ceiling. ‘Could be a week, could be more. We’ll see.’ Cool. Thanks.

After wrangling a promise of continual updates, Buck and Tommy hauled the stuff he’d need out to the Jeep, filling every nook and cranny, and headed over to Tommy’s place. The drive was quiet and the whole process of bringing his bags inside was over in minutes.

Then Buck found himself standing in Tommy’s kitchen. In Tommy’s house. Where Buck was going to stay for an undetermined amount of time.

He let out a shaky breath.

(continue reading on ao3)

A sequel to you carried me with you which is an AU that explores Tommy's backstory and his developing relationship with Buck while also giving him some family in the form of a twin sister named Mel.

[nivalingreenhow]

Here is my unnecessarily long deep dive into the Claymore timeline, which is just a way to try and figure out how old they all are.

first, is the tl;dr bullet points (more explanation under the cut)

Male era lasts for maybe a few years, but maybe less, as Riful is a warrior before Isley, Dauf, or Rigaldo awaken.

There is an undetermined amount of time before Teresa’s era, but it is likely a long time, given how many Number ones happened during that time (four of them during this time were stronger than the Abyssal ones, implying the existence of many others who were not as powerful)

Cassandra and Roxanne happened before Luciela, but we can’t know how long before

Luciela and Hysteria were likely back to back since Teresa was a trainee when Luciela awakened and a new warrior when Hysteria goes out.

Rosemary is only Number 1 for a short time, quicky overtaken by Teresa.

Teresa is Number 1 for a long time, maybe even a decade. She is well known among other warriors, even after her time. She is very familiar with Irene, suggesting they were trainees together. Both seem ‘older’ than other warriors in terms of maturity and introspection

The time between Teresa’s death and the start of the manga is about 5-6 years, based on Clare’s physical appearance.

This means Irene is a milf by the end of the manga

The era a male claymore probably didn’t last very long, given their limitations with awakening too soon. We see that Riful comes along before Isley, Rigaldo, and Dauf have awakened. There is not necessarily anything to actually support this, but I feel like she awakened rather quickly, too. She just seems to be the type to not ever hold back.

After this, we have a handful of number ones that have somewhat of a history in canon, however, we are not given their exact order unless we go in the order they’re introduced by the Organization. We have the names Licht, Chloe, Sistina, and Lutecia. We know there are more Number ones than this, as these are mentioned as specifically being more powerful than the three Abyssal Ones. We can assume these four came before the next set, which we do have some sort of timeline we can follow.

We know Cassandra comes before Roxanne, and we know they both come before Hysteria because Hysteria and Teresa overlap. We can also assume that Luciela came before Hysteria since Luciela awakened when Teresa was still a trainee, but Hysteria was killed when Teresa was a full warrior. What we can infer from this is that Hysteria was No. 1 for several years. Teresa appears to be about 11 or so when she encounters Rafaela after Luciela awakens, though we do not know how long this is after Luciela awakened. Teresa is a fully fledged warrior once she encounters Hysteria, implying several years have passed. Time in the manga is…blurred, but it is mentioned (if not necessarily shown) that training takes years and years before warriors are actually let out on their own.

I also have the personal HC that Irene was a trainee at the same time as Teresa, but did not immediately get a single digit rank. I like to think she actually had difficulty with control at first, which led to her signature technique. She over compensated, and as such, was able to keep the tightest control over her yoki. It’s made very clear that Teresa does NOT have relationships with other warriors, that she does not socialize with them or get to know them. However, she is very familiar with Irene, suggesting they have some sort of history, however you want to read it. Irene also knows so much about her which could be because of two reasons. One: Irene is obsessed with/in love with Teresa or two: Irene makes it a point to know everything she possibly can about her opponents and her teammates so she can assess their strengths and weaknesses and formulate the best plan possible. I personally think it’s a combination of both. When she speaks with Clare, she has clearly thought a LOT about Teresa’s emotional wellbeing outside of just her tactical abilities. In turn, when Teresa awakens through Clare, she recognizes Irene’s arm immediately. Regardless of what their relationship was, I would argue that after Clare, Irene may have been the person who knew Teresa the best. If Priscilla had followed directions, Irene’s plan to kill Teresa would have worked. (Sorry, that became a tangent lol, but it is meant to explain my reasoning for thinking Irene and Teresa were in training together).

Rosemary is only number one for a hot second before Teresa surpasses her. This could have even been just a matter of weeks or months. We can assume she awakened and sent her black card to Teresa soon after.

Now, translations have Teresa listed as the 182nd Claymore of the 77th generation in the Organization, however, I’ve seen some argument that this translation is not entirely accurate and could just be a date or time stamp. It does seem unlikely that there have been 77 generations of Claymore. Despite this, I believe Teresa was Number 1 for a long time. Maybe a decade. It seems that at her time, the top warriors are rather stable, with Irene being well known in her position, and Noel and Sophia being very familiar with each other, as well. Sophia states it’s been a while since she’s seen Irene. They’re all shocked when Priscilla comes along and shakes up the ranking, implying that those ranks have stood for some time. Teresa gives off the vibe of someone who has been stuck or a while, who is going through the motions, who is very comfortable (in a bad way) in what she’s doing. Irene, as well. Both their techniques allow them to keep on when other warriors may have awakened. Teresa doesn’t use her yoki at all outside of fighting Rosemary and Priscilla. This means she is more than likely never going to reach her limit. Irene has become exceptional at controlling her yoki, arguably better than any other warrior. The two of them could have been warriors indefinitely. Teresa also remarks it’s been a while since she’s seen Irene. She doesn’t give an indication that she has any such recognition of the others.

We all know what happens next and we DON’T need to talk about it.

Anyway, the next Number One is likely Alicia. I doubt there was anyone else who would be promoted above them. With the loss of the top five warriors all at once, the Organization would have been forced to take drastic measures. As a Number 5, Elda would not have been suited for Number 1, but it seems she was likely promoted as Rafaela takes the Number 5 spot. At this time, Clare is also around 11 or 12, and as a warrior, she looks to be more in her late teens. The time between Teresa’s death and the start of the Manga is likely 5 or 6 years. Claymore don’t age, but it does seem like they continue to mature until they are adults, as both Teresa and Clare are shown as children even after going through the operation but are also shown as mature adults later.  

After this point, we have a much more definitive timeline, so there isn’t much need to go into it. I mainly wanted to do this exercise so I could think about how old Teresa and Irene are during the events of the Manga. I always headcanon that Teresa is around thirty, Irene a little bit younger perhaps, when Priscilla awakens. This would make Irene around 35 more than likely when she encounters Clare again and over forty by the end of the manga. She and Teresa just exude more maturity than a lot of the other warriors, suggesting they are older than the typical late teens/early twenties of most of the other warriors. Others who reach a more mature age would be Rafaela (obviously), who is likely forty or so when she merges with her sister. Galatea probably is around 30 as Sister Latea. She and Miria come off as older than the other Ghosts. I’d say Miria is a similar age. Clare would be around 23/24 after the time skip, with Helen and Deneve being a few years older, but still younger than Miria. Just going off rank and personality, I’d say Cynthia is around the same age as Deneve, while Yuma and Tabitha are closer to Clare’s age, though maybe a bit older. Alicia and Beth are also probably pretty old for warriors. If we assume they were full adults when Priscilla wakens, say 20, then they’d be over 30 after the time skip.

It is very heavily implied that most warriors do not last long, that especially lower ranks get cycled out very quickly as they either reach their limits or are killed in battle. The higher ranks are logically more likely to have greater control of their yoki and greater chances of surviving their assignments. These ranks are likely more stable, leading to single digit warriors being older and wiser. Reading through the manga, it does become clear that Norihiro Yagi plays fast and loose with the canon timeline, so I have tried to go through this in a logical way that makes sense with what we know in canon and what would be the most realistic timeline, ignoring plot holes or inconsistencies. It makes sense that training takes years. Being strong and fast does not mean you are skilled with a sword. Warriors are generally weaker than full yoma, but they have exceptional sword skills that give them the advantage. For context, in medieval times, it took over 7 years of training for someone to become a knight. In Japan, samurai trained for even longer. Yoma blood could have sped up this timeline, but if we combine this knowledge with Clare and Teresa’s physical differences from trainees to warriors, it looks to be at least 5 years, if not longer. Sometimes, there is this feeling in the manga that number one warriors turn over quickly, but logically, they must last for a while typically. I think Yagi got caught up in the story, which is easy to do when writing such a long story over so many years, and lost sight of what a logical progression of warriors would look like. So, I think from Teresa’s rise to number one to the end of the manga was roughly 20-25 years.

Anyway, this was a long unnecessary justification for me to draw Irene as a milf.

Please let me know if you have thoughts, if you agree with my assessment, if you disagree. More than anything, I love looking at this manga and discussing all the missing pieces, trying to make it all fit together.

[spideyhexx]

sam woodbridge fact sheet

a long overdo list of random facts for sam (an OC), enjoy <3

Samuel Alexis Woodbridge (s.a.w., yes those are his initials)

age range 26-29 ish??? Never discussed, but this is what I have been envisioning.

Pitcher for the Yankees (undetermined on the team, but that's what we last talked about)(his number is 47)

Has four sisters, two younger, two older.

Originally from a small town in Maine, but now permanently lives in NYC

Has one earring and a nose ring (both silver)

one time got a tongue piercing on his off season and loved it

His teammates gave him the nickname, "Woody," yes because of his name, but also because he got a boner in the middle of practice when he was a rookie and he hasn't lived it down since

Went to college, played baseball there, but also majored in sports journalism and minored in fine arts

Was usually deemed a class clown in school, was a theater kid in high school just for fun

Deep sleeper

Loves taking pictures with a digital camera

Super talkative. Sam is outgoing and friendly, just loves conversation and new people

Love languages are physical touch and quality time

Will be a full on slut for you

Any and all photoshoots of him have a silly vibe

JUST A SILLY GUY!!! He doesn't take himself too seriously, and sometimes he's okay with knowing when to tone it down and be serious, but once in a while, misses the cue on when to stop and actually be serious

Absolutely loves Sabrina Carpenter's music, but otherwise, most of his music is all from the 90s in a variety of different genres

Dresses casually, lot of jeans, t shirts, sweaters, crewnecks, henleys, etc. A good baseball cap, sneakers or work type boots.

Sends voice notes and middle of the day selfies no matter what he's doing

Shuts down during arguments and has a little trouble communicating in those high emotion moments, which leads to ignoring the situation for a little bit

Which also leads to him brushing off some emotions he's feeling and using humor instead

He is online and a fan favorite of the team

Was always an athletic guy

Is an Eagle Scout

Did a manscaped ad once

His family has iconic christmas parties

Penguins are his favorite animal

Only into baseball, he doesn't care for any other sport (besides maybe mini-golf and bowling)

Loves tender love-biting (reciprocating and receiving)

An overdramatic man when he has a minuscule cold

Got his nose ring piercing because his sister was scared to get his ear pierced and he made the deal he'd get a piercing with her

His favorite snack is three oreos

has texted "prepare your panties," on multiple occasions

Huge hsm2 fan

looks like a fuckboy sometimes, but he's nowhere near that, he really is just a sweet guy

muttering tiktok audios 7 times out of 10

More dominant than submissive in bed, but only focused on both him and his partner having a good time

One time shaved his hair into a buzzcut and bleached it like his other teammates, but never again after his family's (and you's) reaction

Curses a lot (favorites are; fuck, motherfucker, dickhole)

Will make a tiktok with his friends and partner

definition of gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets