#A Trembling of Fear

[notokbutthriving]

Putting Gemini in situations <3<3<3<3<3<3

So this is kinda inspired by @sinclairmaxwellao3 's fic A Trembling of Fear on ao3 cause mannn the fuckin world building is great and we haven't really seen what exactly what the change could do to a character [besides whatever happening with Sun] and combining that with the fact we don't actually know what happens to an astral if they leave their home dimension [closest thiwe have is the star shutting down in other dimensions] and I just like putting Gemini in situations.

I imagine that the star power they're made of would probably protect their mind from the change but their body-

In this design specifically their fused on one side of their torso, separate at their necks, and fused again at the top of their head :}

I can't imagine it's very pleasant and their voices probably suffer for it.

In specifically atof lore I'm not entirely sure how'd they'd actually get there [be it random dimensional hole or a portal malfunction] but it would probably be a time before anyone noticed, Gemini is a scout so them being absent wouldn't be odd for the astrals and even if it was, they'd have the whole universe to search, nobody on earth would miss them because they wouldn't know they should, and neither the horror boys or Kill code would recognize them. I'd imagine what would actually come up would be Sun, Gemini probably able to recognize him though any move they make would be considered hostile by Killcode so they'd have to manage to indicate who they are or you could have a telephone sort of game and have sun ask moon to investigate, have moon ask solar to help, and have solar bring orion to help at which point orion could probably recognize Gemini, at which point they could bring Lunar over who would doubtless recognize them.

Whether or not returning to their home dimension would fix this- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sinclairmaxwellao3]

(image by  W. Staehle / Unusual Co.)

Guess who's getting the Horror Dimension treatment next? ;)

I'm basing Horror Dimension Earth's design loosely off of an Onryo ghost from Japan but Earthified. She won't appear for several more chapters because we already have them written but I'm excited to have her show up. We'll also be getting more Horror Dimension lore!

[yellbug]

having weather sensitive migraines with other local friends who also get migraines does sometimes make a group of people act like we can feel an evil miasma spreading over the land because antichrist has just been born. but like every week. we are texting each other like yeah i feel bad plus all of the homunculi i made have exploded and all my mirrors turned to opaque red glass like upright pools of blood and the other person will text back like wow that's bad! sounds like i should head on over to mcdonald's for fries and a coke

[fiery-rat]

I saw a perfect picture of Dev Patel while looking for inspirations and decided it's

✨ Jon Torture Time ✨

[tortor-sauce]

‼️cw // suggestive

how obm probably would’ve gone if i used a self insert instead of an oc

[s0fter-sin]

alpha!ghost who's always hated the sound of an omega's purr; he’s always found it patronising, manipulative, an attempt to twist his biology - twist him - into submission like he's some animal

until he hears soap purr for the first time and it's about as choppy and comforting as a machine gun. there's nothing smooth about it, nothing seductive or wily; it's broken and guttural and the most honest noise ghost's ever heard outside his own growls

he doesn't use it to coo him into complacency, doesn't try to bend him to his will or smooth over his bristles. he's never tried to distract ghost from his anger, never used his intrinsic control over him to gentle him. hell, he seems to forget he can even do it, ghost hears it so rarely. it's only a touch above his growls, subharmonic and demanding attention instead of the pretty titter of a pampered omega

ghost hears it for the first time when he’s covered in blood not his, after he slits an enemy pinning him down from navel to chin; dark blood instantly soaking him. the body’s practically cool with blood loss already when he tosses it aside and rolls to his feet to find soap stock still, staring at him with a feral gleam in his eyes

he drops his jaw with a deep inhale, rolling the scent of blood and pissed alpha pheromones in his mouth and his chest rumbles with all the subtlety of a chainsaw

it's suddenly all ghost can do to keep himself from dragging the body and dropping it at soap's feet like a courting gift of old; to carve out his heart and rich organs and present them for his approval, to hold them to his mouth and never break eye contact as he takes his first bloody bite

ghost shakes it off, strangling the chuff trying to claw out his throat, and heads for the rv point and feels absolutely nothing when soap falls into step behind him without a word; his purr that more closely mimics an alpha's rumble an echoing memory

soap's far from a meek, compliant omega and he's no conniving prince wrapping alphas around his finger either; he's just as much a protector, an aggressor, as any alpha. he's never been ashamed of his instincts; never shied away from nuzzling into price's throat, purring for his pack alpha with no regard to the uncomfortable crowd surrounding them. never hesitates to wrap gaz up and drop him in his nest when the beta reeks of stress and sickly insomnia

and he never stops himself from baring his fangs with a guttural hiss whenever another omega dares to purr at ghost

it's a threat and a warning in one; something only the most foolish omega would ignore. he knows ghost has a complex relationship with omegas, knows it isn't something so pathetic as biological prejudice. something about omegas makes his lt's scent go flat and steely, as close to distress as he thinks he can manage and it makes something dark and old rise in his chest

territorial rage broils off him, strong enough to make the omega whine and back off with their tail between their legs without even taking a step towards them. the scent is sour and pungent enough to drown out ghost's subtle distressed smell, to hide it, and it makes him snort; shaking his head to try and clear it

soap all but trots up beside him, chirping in greeting. he sneezes playfully, lets him know the rage scent wasn't for him; never for him. he replaces it with happy-friend-pack, replaces it with nitroglycerin and burning sparklers and butts his forehead against his sternum instead of crowding into his throat and purring the way he wants to

he earned his way into ghost's pack, into becoming an omega not just accepted but welcomed and he won't jeopardise his hard won progress by pushing his purr on him

he lifts his head and grins as ghost cups his nape in a faux-scruff, something offensive and borderline taboo and if he were anyone else, he'd rip his hand off with his teeth. but it's ghost and ghost does strange things, things that reassure him on a deeper level than any purr or chirp could ever hope to, so soap presses into his gentling hand and bares his teeth in the thinnest facsimile of a smile at the retreating omega

all ghost has to do is aim him in the right direction and he'd bring the omega back to him in pieces; would gift him their torn out throat so they could never purr at him again

his chest rumbles subconsciously and soap gnashes his teeth, forcing his purr back down when ghost squeezes his nape

he thumps his temple into his and a puff of air tickles his ear, the closest thing soap's ever heard to a chuff from him and he couldn't stop his purr if he tried; choppy and broken as it is

you inhale enough explosive fumes and it's bound to damage something

ghost huffs again and soap presses up to nibble appeasingly at his clothed jaw, a question and an apology in each bite

ghost just takes the tip of his ear between his teeth, shaking it with a teasing growl and soap laughs as he tackles him just for ghost to bow over his back and wrap his arms around his waist; effortlessly picking him up and tossing him away

soap stays low and growls right back, a wild smile splitting his face. ghost meets him with a sneeze and his grin grows impossibly wider

if he can't hunt for his alpha, can't purr for him with blood on his teeth, he'll happily wrestle with him instead

[spidercoris]

fastpass panels used

name a platonic duo that could lowkey take over the world together

i’ll go first

look at me and tell me they wouldn’t be able to take down that entire facility themselves

[hyunpic]

[foundfamilywhump]

a character who has bottled up something terrible that happened to them. maybe it's something they saw, maybe something done to them, whatever it is it's profoundly traumatized them. they keep going, pushing it down, dismissing concerns, or even having suppressed it long enough nobody even knows to be concerned at all. and then one day they talk. one day, because they finally can't take it anymore, or they were so triggered they can't keep it in, or something messed with their control (fever, drug, etc) that they just spilled it out.

and the entire time they're talking, they're shaking so hard it makes it difficult to speak. their friends/teammates/whoever try to listen and try to help, extremely alarmed with how seriously they're affected, but the shaking just keeps getting harder. they're not crying, they're just. shaking.

[philosophybits]

Faith is not an aesthetic emotion but something far higher, precisely because it has resignation as its presupposition; it is not an immediate instinct of the heart, but is the paradox of life and existence.

Søren Kierkegaard, Fear and Trembling

[kelin-is-writing]

WAKE UP BABIES!!!!!! WE GOT NEW DABI VISUALS TO OBSESS OVER 🛐

[post-it-notes7]

Happy 3rd anniversary to Heart and Soul!

There may not have been much writing this year, but thank you to everyone for your comments, support, and patience as I've been on break from working on the main series! I love these idiots and their stupid idiot actions that have stupid idiot consequences, and though they've sat cozily on the back burner as of late, the plans for them remain. Cheers to another year, and many more unfortunate instances of MK getting clocked out while GK yells about it. It's what they do best.

[lichqueenlibrarian]

I am in agony over this

[mademoiselle-cookie]

TFA Megop sexual tension

Optimus is in a situation where he can talks often to Megatron, alone. Like the Elite Guard is tring to interrogate te Decepticon but Optimus is the only he accepts to talk to.

HUGE sexual tension between the two. They are well aware of it and play on it. It's their only fun

Optimus has no moral dilemma because he doesn't do anything immoral/illegal to the prisoner - they just talk, nothing more - and he has no intention of betraying the Autobots.

Megatron is the only one he can be like that with because he is unreachable (apart from the fact that he is very sexy), nothing can happen between them. Megatron is covered in chains so he can't touch him. They will never sleep each other.

Optimus hates him and Megatron hates the Autobots, so no problem sentimentally and emotionally.

Totally safe!

Until Megatron escapes.

[hunybody]

we must stare the oncoming storm in the face and brace against the waves and stand fast at eddie diaz's side. we shall not abandon him in the face of darkness and will shoulder his burdens alongside him. hark, eddie, for we are no fairweather friends, to abandon you the moment it seems it is 'so over,' for one day, like all the times before, you will be 'so back' in a 'major way'

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had always wanted a brother...but not like this! And not so many either!

It had started when he was fighting Desiree. Everything was normal-well, as normal as fighting an undead genie could get-and then a kid fell out of a portal onto the rooftop next to them.

They both looked over at the kid as he picked himself up. Danny glared at the genie and she held her hands up in a placating gesture, "I swear it wasn't me this time." Judging by how she seemed just as baffled by the situation as him, he believed her.

The kid stared at them through the white outs of his mask. Danny stared down at him and yep. That was a superhero outfit. Complete with mask and cape. He quickly souped Desiree before she could pull anything and floated down to the kid, "Hey buddy-" he yelped and jumped out of the way of the kids sword.

Why does he have a sword?!

The kid didn't seem responsive to anything Danny was saying and Danny spent the next few minutes just dodging sword swipes until he managed to restrain him with one of his parents inventions and brought him home to FentonWorks and changed back into a human (away from the kids line of sight of course)

His friends were a bit shocked that he came home with a living person and he had to explain what happened while Stabby tried to wiggle out of his bonds.

That was when his parents walked in.

Danny had to retell them an altered version of the story from before and they began examining him. The kid was practically feral before his dad exclaimed, "I know!" And ran to the fridge and pulled out some of the Fenton Fudge.

He ran back over and popped it into the kids mouth before anyone could stop him. Everyone just stared as the kid calmed down, looking at them with confusion and wonder as the fudge melted in his mouth.

Aka Danny keeps getting Damian clones via portal delivery and his family keeps taming them with Fenton Fudge and adopting them. The League of Assassins have no idea where all thier clones are disappearing to...