#I don’t know how it got here

[rist-ix]

Hi Rist!!

Okay, so I’m pretty sure I already know the answer, but on a scale of “someone’s going to die” to “everyone’s going to die” how angry would Sparked!Valtor be if, after an argument, Bloom slept with someone to get back at him?

Like, this is during one of VERY rare times he isn’t watching her and it’s a one night stand with a random guy whose name she doesn’t know that she met at a bar/party. Someone she’s never going to meet again.

AND, as a “fun” little bonus, she flaunts the marks he left while she’s transformed and fighting Valtor.

No idea where this idea came from but I want the chaos and possible murder, so yeah. Also hope you’re doing well and life and school are being nice to you! 💙

Eden you are a menace and I love u

And as always the answer is: IT DEPENDS! my law course prof would be so proud of me rn

Mainly, it depends on the timing. If it’s in the first few chapters, he'd be his usual “someone's gonna die” kinda mad, and that someone is the poor unfortunate soul Bloom deemed sexy enough for a one night stand. RIP bozo u really didn’t do anything wrong but alas

On the other hand!!! Valtor LOVES to be the cause for her actions. He THRIVES knowing that Bloom does anything because of him, that he has any kind of direct influence on her. It's entirely possible his reaction would sum up to “she's a little confused, but she's got the spirit!” Additionally, he's never really jealous per se, in Sparked. He thinks Sky is boring and is insulted that Bloom — HIS equal and nemesis! — would waste time on her boyfriend when she could be hunting him instead. And later it’s more that he hates how much Bloom genuinely cares for him, not that he would really acknowledge that. Since I think he's somewhat casual about sex I don’t even think he would be that mad about a one night stand if he can tell himself that really, she was thinking of him all along. The thing that would really set him off is if Bloom entered a serious relationship with someone he deems actually competent and potentially worthy of her, like Stella, because THAT would be a threat. THAT would actually require him to commit copious amounts of crimes, right the fuck now before this gets any worse. Fuck.

If we're talking post Eraklyon tho, that man is unhinged and repressed and entirely too ready for violence, u give him any reason at all to feel slighted and he will start stabbing people. If Bloom looks at any attractive individual for a second too long he will have a breakdown. What does a man have to DO to become his enemy's center of the world and sole raison d'être? Srsly Bloom, he's asking.

[spade-12]

An attempt was made..

[smatterbrained]

Soundwave depreciation post

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Fun fact: the previous doodle i did i intended for him to be holding a sword but then it got in the way of like the rest of the drawing so i decided to go without one which makes it looks like he’s reaching for something that isn’t there and that lead to these visuals

[cowardlykrow]

“Not my circus, not my monkeys”… Except those are his monkeys and they are the circus

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[puckinghischier]

What do I have to do to get some filthy Nico thoughts this morning? Xoxo

not much, honestly

was thinking about how absolutely rabid he’d be after that canes game, all high on winning. but unfortunately for him, you’d be out of service for a few more days, mother nature having paid you a visit a couple of days ago. of course you’d help him out, giving him a nice, long, treat on your knees to reward him for the victory, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he could have all of you.

he’d be such a little menace about it too. snaking his arms around you while you’re in front of the mirror, doing your hair, letting them rest dangerously low on your waist. little smacks to your ass anytime you pass by him. waking you up in the morning by rutting his morning semi against your ass.

and when the two of you are out in public? god, he’s almost worse than when you’re at home. drinks with the guys turned into you being trapped in the booth, nico’s hand resting high on your thigh, fingers brushing you over your underwear. you knew wearing this dress was risky, especially with how he’s been the last couple days, but you figured since you would be out with the guys he’d be on his best behavior. but of course you were wrong. his long pinky makes long, drawn out circles on your barely covered clit, working you up continuously just to casually slide his hand away. only to do it all over again every ten minutes.

then, when you came to visit him at the rink for lunch, he was dragging you into a random corner, kissing you like he was trying to take all of the oxygen from your body. his heavy frame pinning you against the smooth wall of whatever deserted hallway you were in. he knew you were close to being his again, having his own tracker app on his phone for your cycle. which also means he knew you were in the stage where you were becoming increasingly more desperate and horny as the hours ticked by.

“nico…not here. please. you know we can’t. just another day or so,” you’d pant out, so close to just letting him have his way with you anyways. his response would be a hand coming up to cup over your sex, digging the palm of his hand into your clothed clit. “just think of everything you could’ve had already. all the fun you’ve missed out on, caused me to miss out on” he whispers gruffly in your ear, biting the sensitive skin there. “don’t you think i finally deserve my reward for having such a good game the other night?”

you let out a harsh gasp, the sight of your open mouth and perfect tongue poking out combined with your wild eyes nearly enough to make him start ripping clothes off right here, not a care in the world if anyone would see the two of you or not. he brings a hand up to pinch your bottom lip between his fingers, pulling the skin out. he has the urge to do something he never has before, which is letting a dribble of spit drop directly from his mouth into the small pocket created by your outstretched bottom lip.

he watches your pupils dilate in surprise, releasing your skin so it snaps back into place. he looks down at your throat, watching you swallow the saliva he just transferred to you. he smirks, knowing by the look on your face, and clench of your thighs, he’s almost got you.

you hear footsteps approaching the two of you, straightening up and pushing nico away from you only slightly, not wanting to get caught in a compromising position in his workplace. an equipment manager rounds the corner, looking up when he notices the two of you and waves.

“hey cap! got that new stick in you were wanting! on my way to go pick it up now, actually. meet me out on the ice?” he waves in greeting, cheery attitude showing he’s excited about the delivery.

“sure thing! see you out there in a few!” nico responds just as enthusiastically, a stark contrast from his demeanor mere seconds ago. you both watch the man retreat down the hallway, having given you a small wave of goodbye, which you returned.

“okay well…i’ll…uh…see you at home, yeah?” you clear your throat, hardly able to concentrate on the words you’re speaking.

“mhmm. see you in a bit,” he places a kiss to your forehead, backing away from your still stunned figure. “oh! and stop by the kitchen on your way out. grab a water, you seem a little…thirsty,” he smirks at you as he walks backwards, teasing you for just how quick you were to accept and swallow his spittle moments ago.

that night when he returned home, he couldn’t find you anywhere. you weren’t in the living room on the couch, in the small kitchen, in the bedroom. when he called out your name you emerged from the shared walk in closet, clad in his favorite lingerie set of yours.

“good news, neeks,” is all you managed to get out before he was stomping towards you, backing you against the floor-to-ceiling shelving of the closet. a few shoes dropped off the shelf at the force of his actions, but that was the least of your worries right now. you could fix them in the morning, considering the two of you never managed to leave the space the whole night, waking up on the carpeted floor to his soft snores, one of his suit jackets draped over your naked body as a makeshift blanket.

[orchaic]

but if i have the right to unsheathe this “legendary sword,” then i shall gratefully accept.

[oobbbear]

loop kill loop

[diavalkitty]

this is how I see their height difference in the 1972 adaptation))

[gabbrofan27]

spinel fishing along a river one day, gabbro just floats on by on their back, face up, splayed out like a star. their meet eyes but don’t say a word. spinel stares at them float as they pass over the curve of the planet, disappearing from view. spinel goes back to fishing

[thewizardbean]

One of my fav things in Dead Boy Detectives with Edwin & Charles is how they pass things back and forth, like Edwin just always hands things to Charles instead of putting them down himself and it’s so cute I’ll never get over them

[mikhailoism]

“I just want you to know that I see you… I know you’re hurting, and I’m here for you, and I love you.”

maybobby moment based on one of my favorite fics, all I love so dearly by @blossom--of--snow !!

[seagreenstardust]

Izuku being oblivious to all the ways he deserves love and therefore oblivious to the love the people around him show him is so real though

And Katsuki being the only one to finally get him to understand that he is loved is THE hill I will die on

Just like Kats was the only one who could make Izuku stop running from Class 1A, he gets Izu in a way no one else ever will and that is canon

[buttered-toasty]

This image is endlessly delightful to me. The first instinct is to say, as my friend put it, he has handfuls. But waist is lower down. Tits are a smidge higher up. Celebrimbor you have handfuls mostly of ribcage. Also he is yapping as if this is a normal part of conversation. Annatar looks like the colony rats in his lab just developed new, never before seen behaviors. If I walked into a room and saw this I would audibly say “that’s enough of this room for today” and turn around and walk back out. Clearly I am interrupting something, though what that something is is anyone’s guess.

Also there is obviously something queer going on here but it doesn’t even matter. We have transcended the use of queer in reference to sexuality and gone back to its original meaning. They are so fucking strange.

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Goes without saying this image has boundless template potential and I WILL be doing this to my OCs