#You know your ADD is a thing when

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[just-null]

I’d like to think that the hantengu clone’s darling would actively try to avoid anything with the colors red,yellow,green,or blue to “not send the wrong message” to the other clones

Them: "Choose whatever color you want. You deserve to have all of them <3"

Also them: "Why that color specifically..........."

[remcadll]

Gen obsessed with how.. *dead* your Jason's color pallete is. Like, that's corpse pale right there. Not a spec of blood left flowing in there (also father Todd's skin being full of color in comparison is a nice touch)

THANK YOU I love making him look a bit ghoulish. Guy who's not supposed to be alive but yes he is. no he isn't <3

[merverelli]

"you just feel yourself let go."

still thinking about this episode. man. 💪💥

[dennisboobs]

standing in front of a firing squad would have been easier than reading this script i need to be shot

[owl-bones]

if i had more time/energy/motivation i would write a fic that's UT Sans/Reader and seemingly very normal and slice of life

but you notice tiny little quirks and oddities around Sans and it's slowly revealed that it's actually Dust and he's taken this Sans' place to get close to you

[insanity6666]

Molten Hearts 3.5

Vulkan keep vigil over you.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, brief talk of confinement/captivity, brief mention of pregnancy. Vulkan letting his dragon tendencies show.

Apologies, this is a short one. Getting through this was a struggle. I had a vague idea for the scene but not much else. Also, I couldn't think of a way to lengthen it without it being weird or janky so... small one for y'all to gnaw on.

Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 3

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Vulkan timed the machines with your breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Your heartbeat, the soft rhythm, accompanied the monotone sound, telling him you were in a deep, restful slumber. A healing sleep. 

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He sat on the chair that had been brought in for him, elbows on his knees and hands clasped at his chin. He hadn’t moved since he had returned from his duties, the meeting with the elders and his officers. He had made sure everything was in order so he wouldn’t be interrupted. He needed to stay with you. He promised to be here when you wake.

The bed was too big for you. It was made for Astartes, of course, but Vulkan demanded you receive the best care, and that meant you would be placed here in the Apothecarium instead of a baseline hospital. His sons, thankfully, had thought ahead and prepared the necessary equipment for you well before your arrival. They had admitted they hoped it would never be needed, they wouldn’t abide risking their Legion Mothers health by being ill-prepared or leaving you in the hands of other baselines who weren’t part of their legion and didn’t understand how valuable you really were.

They forgot about the bed, though.

The thought almost made him smile.

The injuries weren’t serious, really. Vulkan knew that. He had read over the medical report dozens of times. Every update or change he was alerted to, no matter how small. He knew you were alright, all things considered. The worst was the broken pinky finger, and that was only a minor oblique fracture. The rest were mostly bruises, a few stitches from where stone had cut or embedded itself into your flesh, and a general stress from the encounter. You’ve had and walked away from worse on the battlefield. He knows this.

But you were meant to be safe here. This was his homeworld. Where his influence and strength was at its greatest. The seat of his power. Yet here you lay, in a medically induced sleep to aid in your recovery from an encounter with a salamander.

He knows, logically, that it was a complete accident. A one-in-a-million chance. A random happenstance. A prime example of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He couldn’t have known what would happen. It was no one's fault, except whoever hadn’t put up the perimeter defenses properly. That issue had been dealt with.

Vulkan still felt like it was his fault. He failed to protect you. He hadn’t been there. The only reason you were still alive is because Kessok had been with you. 

His hands tightened their grip as he watched you sleep. His mind mulling and gnawing over every injury. As much as it wasn’t productive, it helped him ignore the swirling mess of conflicting instincts and emotions in his head right now.

He hated that he wasn’t there. He was disappointed that it was one of his sons, not him, that was there to save you. He was proud his son had protected you. He was awed by your defense of Kessok. He was terrified when he saw you sitting in front of a dead salamander. He was worried for you while you lay here resting. He was honoured by your offering.

‘By the Great Forge, your offering…’ Vulkan closed his eyes as the memory replayed in his mind again. Both you and Kessok sitting in front of the dead beast, wounded but victorious, smiling in relief and triumph. His focus was on you, however. Your smile, the way you reached for him even as he pulled you into his arms, how you relaxed the moment you were safely in his hold, the pride with which you presented your courting gift.

He shifted slightly in his seat as a slight discomfort began to grow, even as he scolded himself for it.

‘This is neither the time nor the place.’ He thought as he opened his eyes, focusing on you again. ‘It is inappropriate.’

Vulkan couldn’t help it, despite his self-admonishment. You didn’t know, not truly, what you had done. You gave him one of their most ferocious creatures, something that would provide food and materials for his people and for his personal use, if he so chose. You removed a threat to the community. You had defended the city and its people. More directly, you had defended one of his sons. 

Kessok’s helmet had been recovered, which had been idly recording despite not being worn, a habit the young Astartes had developed, which allowed them to capture the encounter. The angle and positioning had not been ideal, but it allowed Vulkan to witness most of the fight.

He saw how you had attracted the beast's attention when it focused on the pinned Space Marine. Saw how you used the environment to your advantage. Saw you drop and disappear under the beast's bulk, only appearing again in a mad sprint towards Kessok somewhere off-screen. He saw the stone pierce the salamander's skull as it chased you, tumbling out of frame. 

He felt something primal well up as he recalled the details. You were so clever, so brave, so fierce. You had taken his sons as your own, and protected them as such. You were strong and beautiful. The thought of you protecting your own brood of little ones -that he would give you- made him stifle a groan. That thought immediately followed one of you quickening with his child. Growing round and soft, safe and warm and always within reach.

Slowly, he stood. Mindful of the tubes and machines as he stepped closer. He placed a hand on the wall above you as he leaned over your sleeping form. Peaceful. Bruised, but beautiful. His free hand slowly rose, the back of his knuckles grazing your cheek, careful of the scratches there.

“You do not know what you do to me.” He breathed, voice barely a whisper. The cold prickle of anxiety melting away in the face of the warmth that bloomed in his chest. It spread steadily, like lava pouring in the rivers of his veins. 

“I will not abide any threat to you. I need you safe. To be far away from danger.” He paused as he watched your eyelids flutter as you slept, your face turning slightly towards the warmth of his hand. Even in sleep, you reach for him. “I want to lock you in my chambers, away from anything that could do you harm, never to leave except with me at your side. It is selfish, I know. I cannot stand the thought of losing you, now that I have been confronted with the possibility. I want to keep you close, safe and warm and content. Forever with me.”

He closed his eyes and breathed. Slow. Steady. In. And out.

“But that would kill you. I know it would. You would hate me, and that…” He swallowed, unable to speak as his mind recoiled at the prospect of such a horrible fate, “I can’t. I can’t smother your light for my own selfish wants. I want to, but I love you too much.”

It was a terrible truth, his only mercy is that you were far too deep in your dreams to hear him.

***

@incrediblethirst, @kit-williams, @beckyninja, @bleedingichorhearts, @jaghatai-khock, @pluvio-tea, @moodymisty, @thethronezone, @iluminatka16, @runin64, @vithralith, @mooniequeen

If I have missed anyone in the taglist, please let me know!

Also if the links don't work, I'm always suspicious of them.

[guccigarantine]

“Did it change you?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

Happy Secret Samol @ernestinapickman ❤️

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

okay here's part 6! this literally was not meant to be as long as it is, but i got carried away while doing some archery research... and here we are.

hope you guys enjoy! part 7 will be uploaded tomorrow!

(p.s if you're an archer/know archery and i get stuff wrong please don't yell at me, google can only give me so much info hdshdshdh)

the post/thread that started this whole au

dinner scene: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8

there's a masterlist now!

*athena had left not long after midday, but not before saying she’d see them all later at dinner*

*telemachus, odysseus & penelope are all together in the palace gardens*

*penelope is sitting on a bench, with odysseus also laying on it & his head in her lap as they watch telemachus practice using a bow and arrow* 

telemachus: *trying to aim for the centre of the target in front of him*

telemachus: *struggling but wants to show his parents what his training with athena is doing for him*

telemachus: *lets the bowstring go*

*the arrow flies through the air, but misses the centre of the target completely and hits the edge of the target*

telemachus: *drops the arm holding his bow to his side and sighs in disappointment*

penelope: *looks at her son and then looks down at odysseus*

odysseus: *looks up from his son to meet penelope’s eyes*

*both seem to have a conversation through their eyes*

odysseus: *smiles and nods at penelope*

odysseus: *gets up from penelope’s lap and walks over to telemachus*

penelope: *smiles while watching odysseus head over to their son*

odysseus: don’t be disappointed son, go ahead and nock another arrow

telemachus: *does as his father says*

odysseus: now draw and anchor, as you normally would

telemachus: *again does what odysseus asks*

odysseus: *looks at his son’s pose* ah i see some of the problem

odysseus: *gently takes hold of telemachus’ drawn back elbow* 

odysseus: ok your elbow needs to be a bit higher, and just straighten your back a little…

telemachus: *follows odysseus’ instructions*

odysseus: *stepping back so he’s not in the way* that's perfect! now breathe in as you would, but not to the point it hurts! 

odysseus: and then as you go to let the string go breathe out but not all the way, about only half way

telemachus: *breathes in as he aims for the centre of the target again*

telemachus: *steadily breathes out and releases the string*

*the arrow flies through the air again… and hits just slightly off the centre of of the target*

telemachus: *looks at the target in disbelief but in also joy*

odysseus: *cheers in happiness for his son* you did it!

penelope: *clapping and calling out to her son* well done telemachus! 

telemachus: *drops his bow and turns to his father*

telemachus: *gives odysseus a hug* thank you father!

odysseus: *hugging his son back* no need to thank me, i’m happy to be able to help teach you!

telemachus: *lets odysseus go while smiling*

odysseus: *looks down at telemachus’ bow then picks up it up and grabs an arrow*

odysseus: *nocks it with ease and shoots it in the blink of an eye*

*the arrow hits the dead centre of the target* 

odysseus: *turns and hands the bow back to telemachus*

odysseus: now, how about you keep practising? once you have this completely down i’ll teach you other things you can do with a bow

odysseus: *hand under his chin in thought* i’ll have to get an archer’s ring commissioned for you

telemachus: *stares at his father in shock at how easy he made that look* i didn't know you knew so much about archery- i mean…

telemachus: *thinks back to when odysseus shot an arrow through 12 axe heads*

penelope: *giggles to herself as she realises even their son doesn’t know about his father’s mastery & skill with a bow*

odysseus: *looks over at penelope, and then he understands just why she's giggling*

odysseus: *now looks at telemachus with an amused expression*

telemachus: *sees his father’s expression*

telemachus: *holds his hands (with the bow still in one of them) up hoping he hasn’t offended his father*

telemachus: not saying you didn’t know how to use one! 

telemachus: i thought you just knew the basics and that ‘trick’ you did to prove yourself, was originally just to impress mother?

telemachus: *puts his arms down and then looks down towards his father’s hands* besides, that ring you wear on your thumb is just a normal one like the other’s you wear isn’t it? 

telemachus: it certainly doesn’t look like any archer ring i've seen before at the markets…

odysseus: *laughs to himself and holds up his hand* oh this? you’re right it doesn’t look like an archer ring.

odysseus: *rubs his thumb along his index finger* that's because it isn’t a normal one

telemachus: *looks again at his father’s ring to see it now has a point to it like any standard archer ring*

telemachus: *looks up at odysseus’ face, then back down to his hand and then back up to his face again* 

telemachus: but- you- it- hOW?

odysseus: *rubs his thumb against his index finger again and the ring is back to looking like any standard ring* 

odysseus: *looks from telemachus to penelope* ask your mother, it was a gift from her

telemachus: *immediately swivels to face her*

penelope: well, as you’ve now found out…your father isn't one to let people know he’s a skilled archer, so i ‘commissioned’ an archer ring to be made for him that could hide as a normal ring when not needed. 

telemachus: wow! the jeweller who made this certainly is skilled then

penelope: *thinks back to asking athena if she could try to get hephaestus to make one*

penelope: yeah skilled indeed 

telemachus: *turns back to odysseus* so why didn’t you want people to know? about your skills as an archer i mean.

odysseus: sometimes it's best to not reveal all your strengths

odysseus: *grins while shrugging* keeping people guessing is also fun

odysseus: *walks to telemachus and ruffles his hair* anyway, back to practising! i’m going to head back over to your mother, but call me if you want me to assist with anything ok?

telemachus: ok!

*time passes as telemachus keeps on practising, odysseus is back to laying in penelope’s lap while she caresses his hair*

*odysseus wants to keep watching his son but is struggling to not fall asleep from penelope's motions*

*telemachus notices so decides to discuss some final dinner plans with his mother*

telemachus: so the cooks have everything they need for tonight, right? are you sure you don’t need me to quickly run down to the market for anything? 

penelope: *smiles reassuringly at telemachus* they do, and if on the off chance they don’t i'm sure one of them will go to the market themselves. no need to worry yourself my son.

telemachus: *nods while getting another arrow ready* 

telemachus: *starts pulling the string back when he has another thought*

telemachus: oh what about the seating plan? i should probably tell fathe-

penelope: *who knows about athena’s seating plan, and also knows that odysseus doesn’t (hey she wants to have some fun too ok?)*

penelope: *forgetting about her husband peacefully half-asleep in her lap*

penelope: *jumping up from the bench* NO-

telemachus: *not expecting his mother’s outburst*

telemachus: *lets the string go accidentally and also having lost his aim*

odysseus: *falls off penelope’s lap and the bench with a startled yelp*

*meanwhile the loose arrow now wizzes straight past the target, through the garden trees and over the palace cliffs, heading into what looks to be its final destination of…. the sea*

telemachus: *turns to face his parents* mother, are you ok? why did you yell no?

penelope: oh um… i’m sorry for shouting telemachus 

penelope: what i meant to say was, there's no need to spoil anything. we’ll keep it as a surprise!

telemachus: uh ok…

odysseus: *face down on the ground and groaning from the sudden series of events*

odysseus: *pushes himself up and looks at his wife*

odysseus: penelope why?

penelope: *laughs a little at odysseus’ rumpled state* 

penelope: *helps him up* 

penelope: i’m sorry my love *kisses him on the cheek*

odysseus: *smiles at the kiss and then brushes his clothing free of dust*

odysseus: what were you two talking about anyway?

telemachus: uhh-

penelope: -the final bits for dinner! speaking of which, we should all go and start getting ready!

penelope: *points at the sun starting to set* helios is not long from being done for the day, and i'm sure when selene takes to the skies, our dinner guests won't be long!

penelope: *starts to head inside* come along you two!

telemachus: *to odysseus* what about the archery equipment?

odysseus: *shrugs* we’ll deal with it later

*telemachus & odysseus follow penelope back into the palace*

[princescar]

Oh my god I got it wrong. Yasuke doesn’t die in Izuru's room (Well, it could be his room, but given they never call it that. They just refer to it as a hide out).

“I think you already got the gist of it, but the Tragedy of Hope’s Peak occurred somewhere in this Old School Building. That’s right: everything. started. right. here.”

This is the building THH takes place in, given we see this room in the first game.

'Accompanied by the sound of rumbling, the wall slid open like an automated door.

Past that entrance was simply a straight, long and narrow passageway. An imposing double door could be seen standing at its end.'

'Kamishiro was pointing toward the corner of the room. There stood a simple elevator like one might see in a factory of some sort.'

This is the Elevator you take for every damn class trial.

'As I staggered out clumsily, I found myself in a massively tall circular chamber, almost like a miniature theater.'

This is the Trial Room.

Yasuke dies in the fucking Trial Room.

The room he tried to kill her in is the same one she gets sentenced to die.

This is probably not news to anyone and people have definitely realized this before, Im definitely the last one to connect the dots. But fuuuuuuuuck. Slow clap for kodaka, he sure knows how bring this shit full circle.

(FANTASTIC prompt for the Matsuda Ghost AU though...)

[ahalliance]

antoine + étoiles insane moments, p.2. aka the ass saga. p1 here

transcript + context for some of the clips below

[Video Transcript:

[First clip plays.]

Rivenzi: You want to see Etoiles’ ass, of course…

Antoine: Yeah, I’m gonna stare at your ass, Etoiles…

Etoiles: Fuck, what dread, during Popcorn [a talkshow Etoiles had been invited on the previous week], when I went up to the map and you said that, and I thought ‘whoa—‘

Antoine: Sorry

[Second clip plays: the moment during Popcorn]

PA/Domingo: Antoine Daniel has posted a tweet for us: ‘I wanted to look at this map of Africa, but Etoiles’ ass in the shape of a standing bell is driving me crazy. Smiley face with eyes in the shape of hearts.’

[Third clip plays: a continuation of the first clip.]

Antoine: Sorry, bro…

Ponce: Oh but that tweet, besides

Rivenzi: A standing bell…

Antoine: What’s more is that I never tweet and when I do it’s to tweet this sort of shit

Ponce: That’s exactly what I told myself. When PA read the tweet, I thought to myself, ‘but he never tweets!’ And he tweets to talk about Etoiles’ ass

Antoine: There needs to be a good reason, you see

[Fourth clip plays: a clip from the Team du Lundi’s minecraft server.]

JDG: Someone (in chat) said, ‘I can’t tell whether the atmosphere is good tonight or—‘

Antoine: It sucks, it sucks

Florence: You don’t need to ask every time, it always sucks

Baghera: Always sucks. Especially when Etoiles talks about ass [which had been a previous topic of discussion for him that night]

Antoine: Stooop, I enjoy it

Mynthos: You enjoy it?

JDG: It’s true tonight that it’s more weird than bad

Antoine: I like it when Etoiles talks about ass….

[Fifth clip plays: a second and different clip from Popcorn.]

Etoiles: —you’re not allowed to tell me that [Xari claimed to not know much about cinema]. I know you, I studied, because you’re my rival [in pop culture]. I really enjoy what you do in life, Xari, and you’re really knowledgeable about cinema

Antoine: What do you mean he’s your rival? And I’m just shit?

Etoiles: You, you’re my lover

Antoine: Oh yeah, sorry, my bad

PA/Domingo: One of the three is gonna die soon. There’s a whole situation, there’s a whole lore

[Sixth clip plays: a clip from the QSMP.]

Antoine: Don’t you want to get married, dude?

Etoiles: Well, I don’t have the time to fuck

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: I don’t have time to fuck, dude. I just need to kill everyone

Antoine: No but just a marriage, you see. You’ve watched Game of Thrones— you haven’t watched Game of Thrones, you can’t know how marriages work in that series

Etoiles: I’ve watched it, but I’m married to the street, dude. I can’t give out my heart that quickly

Antoine: Yeah but you can give out your ass quickly, no?

Etoiles: No, frankly, my ass—

Antoine: What the fuck?!

Etoiles: Giving out your ass takes time, dude

Antoine: What the fuck…

Etoiles: Then again, I need to think about it. I’ll give you my answer. I need to discuss, and everything

Antoine: I’m tired of getting betrayed. You get married with someone else—

Etoiles: Never in a million years!

Antoine: —it’s like yesterday. Apparently Maximus got the mic from his ass removed while I wasn’t there. I was supposed to be the one to do it

Etoiles: Oh okay, so I’m your second choice?

[Overlapping]

Antoine: No! It was just to help him—

Etoiles: No, but, okay

Antoine: He got— listen—

Etoiles: There’s no problem!

Antoine: Fuck, nevermind

Etoiles: There’s no issue! Oh, so you’re opening my chest and stealing?

Antoine: I was just looking! Out of curiosity

Etoiles: Yeah, that’s it

Antoine: I don’t even understand what’s in it

Etoiles: Yeah, out of curiosity. Dude, your opinion on my cave?

Antoine: Well frankly it’s big

end Video Transcript.]

[turtleblogatlast]

Imagine the boys getting cursed to bear witness to “some of the most negatively impactful things in their lives” and they’re terrified, thinking it’ll be stuff like the invasion or Shredder or something-

Only to be met with multiple scenarios of their family. Saying offhand, but hurtful things. Doing hurtful things. Lots of scenarios that were inconsequential to everyone but the one most affected.

And they’re all scrambling, desperate to make sure the others don’t look too deep into it haha it doesn’t really bother them- but they all know the truth. Because they’re all in the same position here. It wasn’t on purpose, and they all know it wasn’t on purpose, but it still hurts.

It’s almost a relief, that they’re going through it all together. That they can apologize for mistakes, and accept that they’ve held onto hurt too long when they could have dealt with it sooner.

And that’s how they break the curse, reversing it into something different, as they’re told that before it leaves them for good they’ll bear witness to the most positively impactful things in their lives. And now they think they’ll see some of their best victories, some of their grandest adventures-

The scenes they see then are of the same cloth as their negative ones. Simple scenes, ones that most wouldn’t remember. Times where someone managed to make someone else smile, times where they were just so content to exist by the other’s side, times where they were just happy being there with their brothers, their family.

It’s the little things that go the farthest, because that’s what you experience the most in life. And they’ll mess up again, of course. Things happen, and they’ll never really know how their actions and words will be taken. But through the good and the bad, they’re family.

Besides - turns out, there’s a lot more good.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[sorrelpaws]

GOTTA KEEP THOSE RECEIPTS, DAWG

[sleepyvib-es]

rick bringing percy and annabeth back in cameos just to consistently shit on their characters is enough to ruin my mood for at least a week

[nemurian]

@bigboobyhalo Your sacrifices have been accepted by the great Dapper. I'm so sorry but I don't think you'll be getting them back anytime soon. Or ever.