#im NOT tagging every agent lmao

[stars-n-spice]

The Holy Trinity

Gay ass ex-Imperials.

[todayisafridaynight]

Do you not interact with the rgg fandom as much as you did before? I remember back then you’d tweet and reply quite a bit but now you just post art every now and then is there a specific reason?

i interact with the rgg fandom as much as i always have, i just post art less compared to the like. comic-a-day thing i had going on a while ago lol

and there's no decisive reason for that: i just dont have any rgg to post ! whenever people inbox me here though i'm fully prepared to write a 30-tag ramble in response; even if i dont post about a thing i'm always excited to talk about it :]

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Thank you!!!!! @visualheresy :D

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

IM STILL A BABY WRITER FOR THIS FANDOM LOL

Fic with the most hits: The Night Shift

Leon found himself looking forward to each and every shift that she would come in. Knowing that he’d be able to see her again. They went on more “not dates,” which mostly consisted of sitting in the corner of the cafe after his shifts. And occasionally enjoying a stroll in the park that often went on too long into the evening. They spent a few nights on the park benches, staring up at the skies and the few stars that managed to shine. - from chapter 2

Second most kudos: Mornings with you

Still not stirred from her sleep, a soft smile grew on his lips as he admired her sleeping form. So rare to see, he couldn’t help but stare. Like a flower that only blooms once, he cherished these soft moments. Memorizing it and tucking it away. She was much more spared from any scars from the world than him, perhaps it was just her ability to always slip away that kept her more unscathed from the world they lived in. She was perfect to him, despite knowing that she was far from perfect from everyone else’s eyes. Her flaws he always seemed to overlook, found them to be endearing somehow. 

Guess that’s how love works. 

Third most comments: A Midnight with you

“You shouldn’t be playing around when you’re working. Should you, Agent Kennedy?” She asks in sultry honey filled voice.

Leon swallows, unable to stay focused. He’d lose focus whenever he was with her.  Especially from her. The warmth of her hands permeated through his suit to his chest. The feeling of her touch trailed down towards his thigh, getting far too close for comfort. He felt his body twinge suddenly. His dress pants growing uncomfortable in seconds. 

Fourth most bookmarks: A Vacation with you

The morning light fills the entire bedroom in that pleasantly annoying way. The sun is so perfectly bright and beautiful but Leon struggles to keep the light away, shielding his eyes with his arm as he struggles to fall asleep again.

He can’t. His head is still pounding. Albeit more tolerable than last night. But more sleep is exactly what he wanted, he’s on vacation after all. Already regretting his choices yet again, he takes a few seconds to recount his night.

He had dinner by the little restaurant near the hotel, the bar. Drinks. More drinks. Even more drinks. Red cherry. The red drink. Red dress. The woman at the bar.

Ada.

Fifth most words: Longing with you

Ada stirred, a more audible sigh leaving her. “Are you going to sleep or keep staring at me?” She finally opened her eyes to see Leon fairly close to her, just inches apart. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness fairly quickly, seeing the halo of the light from the window shining against his dark blond fringe. Casting an heavenly glow to him. A sight she wished she could see more often, just like this, every night. After everything was said and done, and they only had each other and nothing else.

“I don’t know. Will I see you in the morning?”

Fic with the fewest words: and i'm cheating here but my one post of all my fanarts has the fewest words LMAO some of my leon x ada fanart

my current fave is my newest piece

i have no idea who to tag but whoever wants to do this!!! please do!!!!!!!

[sick-ada]

CICADA AGENTS MASTERPOST

bc i keep forgetting that i havent actually put much abt my agents on my tumblr and i need to expose the max number of people to my blorbos as i can

going under the readmore cause this is gonna get longg

(this has been in my drafts for over a month)

CB-808 (agent 8, she/her) and Bubbles (agent 8 AGAIN, a SECOND TIME, CAN YOU TELL EIGHT IS MY FAV, he/him)

they're "twins", meaning they both woke up without any memories, saw that they were the only two nearby who looked similar (being the only non-sanitized octolings in the metro) and assumed that meant they were twins

they do all of the tests in octo expansion as a duo! this makes some tests easier (like girl power station) and others much harder (like the one with the dualie squelchers and the grindrails, since they have to share the weapon between them)

this kinda fucks with the computer systems and all their mem cakes are blended (lmao) together. they have to work together to figure out whose memories are whose, to varying success levels

very very very codependent. theyll get anxious if you take the other to another room where they cant see each other. proto (cap3) convinced them to do one test separately and CB got so worked up she punched the side of the carriage and permanently dented it

they didnt try a second time

ON THE TOPIC OF CB DENTING THE METAL: shes freakishly strong, in an artificially-modified way rather than a very-strong-but-normal way

after the splatoon 1 campaign, elite soldiers deserted en masse since nearly all of them were at the concert/final-battle, leaving a gaping hole in the octarian military. in an attempt to fill that gap as quickly as possible, volunteers were "purposed" to become enhanced super-soldiers

(ill probably make a dedicated post abt it when i remember but "purposing" is what they do to make octarians (the stubby tentacle guys) into all the different forms you see in-game. debateably ethical to begin with, SUPER unethical to do to actual octolings)

im bad at timelining but she signs up to this when she's like,,, 13. still kinda blobby

functionally, what it did to her was make her freakishly strong (she breaks the handles on doors ridiculously often) and about 50% more resistance to enemy ink. girls a tank. however, she has trouble regulating her strength and therefore cant superjump accurately since she overshoots her target every time

it's also super painful. she permanently lost her voice from screaming too much and cant speak any louder than a whisper, but she knows octarian and inklish sign languages so she gets along fine

her name is CB-808 bc that was the serial number printed on a livestock tag in her ear

BUBBLES ON THE OTHER HAND. not physically fucked up. mentally though................

his parents were some of the elites who deserted after hearing the Inkantation (in my headcanons it's something that can be resisted, but only temporarily). he wanted their approval more than anything so them leaving him was devastating

hes not actually a dude he just think he/him is a cool set of pronouns. heard someone say "him" once and absorbed it into his gender

he lied abt his age to become a scout/reconnaisance (how you spell that??), even if nobody was really gonna check given the situation after splat1

where CB is built like a tank, he's tall and lanky, and also scarily smart. combined with his lack of filter he'll literally just stare at you for 5 seconds before saying some shit like "oh i see. youre scared of us because of our competence and your perception of our alleigances compared to urs"

captain 3 is scared by him more than CB. as they should be.

his name is Bubbles because he has circular markings on his upper arms and CB is not very good at coming up with names (shes an amnesiac teenager give her a break)

theyre both 15 during octo expansion, and 20 by splatoon3

after reaching the surface they move in with flora (4) and his roommate bola (oc) to form the Leftovers Squad, an inksports team and maybe-gang

these two are wonderfully terrible influences and teach the two of them how to defy authority n shit, it's great, ill talk abt it more in their specific sections

CB mains the dynamo but plays it like a splat roller because she's so strong she can swing it with about that speed. Bubbles mains the e-liter and has nutty aim. the kind of duo that makes people realize theyre ex-soldiers

both of them are too obedient to authority, leftover habits from the military even if they don't fully remember their time there. CB is much worse in this regard, since she was more heavily conditioned to follow orders and Bubbles is observant enough to realize when theyre being taken advantage of

FLORA (agent 4, he/she used interchangeably)

part of the Leftovers Squad! a young punk squid that revels in rebellion and violence and showing people what's what

almost entirely deaf. he had pretty bad hearing to begin with, but loud raves without ear protection worsened it significantly. his hero headset functions as hearing aids but he doesnt usually wear them unless he's on NSS missions or patrols or w/e

came to inkopolis when she was 14, but it wasnt intentional. her parents were the kind of awful perfectionists that expected their children to be equally as perfect, so decided to leave flora in inkopolis bc she did awful in school

he was taken under Bola's fin (get it it's a fish pun theyre fish im hilarious) and became enamoured with the adrenaline-fueled, bloody-mouthed rush of fighting, in and out of inksports

the best way i can describe her is "violent for the sake of violence and gleeful about it". she starts a fight with someone twice her size just for the fun of attacking and taking a beating. probably something wrong with her. i love her with every fibre of my being

has absolutely zero respect or trust in authority -- especially adults, which includes Marie since she's 19 in splat2 and he's only 16

still goes along with her whole "hey go save the zapfish" spiel because A) she cant actually hear what marie is saying B) marie gave her some free fancy hearing aids so she GUESSES she has to return the favour somehow C) she wants to fight some octarian soldiers D) she wants to steal her own zapfish (she succeeds, it gets a tank in Leftover Squad's living room) and E) she thinks itll be REALLY funny to fuck with marie

shes right btw. its hilarious

she only follows orders when it's funnier than disobeying them. she puts zapfishes back in levels she wants to complete a second time. she teaches octolings how to play poker (and how to cheat at poker). she lets a squee-g splat her "to see what it feels like"

if callie wasn't missing marie would NOT put up with his bullshit, but alas.

respects agent 3 even less than marie, when they meet, since at least marie has a sense of humour

he's the one who suggests that CB and Bubbles move in with him and Bola after Octo Expansion. less out of his own goodwill and more out of a combination of morbid curiousity and a sense of "bola has a habit of taking weird inkfish under their fin, walking in with two soldiers will be really funny"

gets hypnoshaded 5 years post-splat2 (during the splat3 campaign) and has to be rescued by the leftover Leftovers (lmao) and Off the Hook. octavio doesnt really convince her to put them on, theres no realistic way he could do that, so he physically overpowers her and puts the shades on

he gets rescued tho! so it's all good and absolutely no interpersonal issues come from it i swear (lying)

Bola (they/them, not an agent)

another member of Leftovers Squad and, arguably, its leader

is about as comfortable with violence as flora (read: very comfortable) but, unlike him, doesn't enjoy it for its own sake. when they do a violence, it's for a specific aim and a purpose, even if that purpose seems inane or petty

theyre the leader of the leftovers mostly because theyre the only one with a goal or any sort of purpose. also because theyre by far the most charismatic of the bunch but mostly bc theyre the only one with any direction in life. the other three are happy to just help with that

(calling it a purpose is doing it too much justice, it's a grudge. a massive fucking grudge against Squidforce as a brand and an institution and a company. they want that thing obliterated)

when they first came to inkopolis (they were like 12), they werent a citizen of inkadia so they had no ID and weren't allowed to do official Squidforce battles, so they went to unofficial/illegal/unregulated turf wars to make some cash

this got shut down by squidforce

they decided "no. fuck this. fuck you, im gonna fuck every single one of you over, die." and swore vengeance about as dramatically as a then-13 year old could. luckily, bola was a very dramatic, kinda blobby 13 year old

they met flora when he came to inkopolis and introduced him to the concept of You Can Just Fight These People If You Don't Like Them

would have agreed to housing CB and Bubbles if Flora had just asked but this is fine they guess

theyll be the last to admit they have a compassionate streak, but they have a soft spot for the underbelly of inkopolis and everyone who lives there, most of which are underrepresented or downtrodden by the system that squidforce upholds

theyre an octoling but not an octarian (citizen of octaria, the nation that lost the great turf war and now lives in the domes) like CB and Bubbles are

instead, theyre a weird subspecies of octoling that went back in the water while the "normal" species of inkfish stayed on the surface. they still have most of the same features as an inkfish, like the shapeshifting, but have more aquatic adaptations like gills and razor sharp teeth and being able to swim in water unharmed (ik inkfish dying in water is only dubiously canon but for my headcanons normal inkfish dissolve like ingame if they fall into water)

they also have sepiism! better described in this post this means their ink/tentacle colours are limited to blacks and browns. their subspecies is more prone to this colour mutation than other inkfish since black is a pretty good camoflague colour if youre in the deep ocean. idk i wanted an excuse to make them look cool dont think abt it too hard

they absolutely despise proto (captain 3). aint no world where theyd trust the militaristic authority figure that orders around the two ex-soldiers theyre trying to teach how to be independent

not to mention the grudge they form against the captain after the hypnoshading incident that i will elaborate on i PROMISE its in the next section

aFTER I TALK ABOUT THE LEFTOVERS SQUAD AS A WHOLE. IF I CANT ESCAPE THEM NEITHER CAN YOU

when they meet, post octo expansion, the twins are 15 and the punks are 16, so theyre 20 and 21 respectively by the time splat3 rolls around

flora gets squidnapped just after splat3 campaign (which lasts like a day for reasons that will be evident once i get to neo 3 and "little" buddy), so proto and the squid sisters are in alterna monitoring the situation and doing cleanup while it happens. this will be relevant later. foreshadowing is a technique where--

a couple months after the twins move in, CB discovers inksports and makes the biggest saddest puppy dog eyes at the rest of the squad until they agree to making a league team together. it's also called the leftovers

CB and Flora love it because they enjoy physically fighting people (CB likes that she doesnt have to be permanently hurting people during it, Flora would like it better if there was a lil permanent injury tbh). Bubbles enjoys it because his sister enjoys it and also because he enjoys using his big brain to do sick predicts and snipe people from across the map where he's nice and safe. Bola only joins at first because telling the ex-soldier, who theyve been trying to convince that you dont need peoples permission to do things, "no" would be counterproductive. they hate every moment they have to fight in a squidforce battle. but then once the team gets well-known they realise that squidforce cant get rid of them anymore and uses their platform to absolutely troll the shit out of squidforce

like when they go on interviews and stuff they constantly mention how shitty squidforce is and "yeah i personally prefer [smaller organisation]'s inksports, they have way better maps and modes, squidforce just has a monopoly so..." and squidforce cant do shit bc theyre the charismatic face of this popular new team and itd be bad publicity

CB and Bubbles dont have real IDs cause theyre amnesiac teenagers who made up their own names. flora and bola get them fake IDs that claim CB stands for Courtney Blitz, making bubbles into Bubbles Blitz

CB often gets called Clam Blitz. CB does NOT appreciate this. Bubbles thinks it's hilarious and only answers people who call him "Blam Blitz" for like a week

Bubbles mains the E-liter but likes lots of different anchors, CB exclusively plays her "splat roller" (a dynamo swung really fast), Flora learnt how to play every weapon from the splat2 campaign and can play basically anything (but usually goes for something close-range so his bloodlust gets put to good use. heavy weapons tend to turn into bludgeons in his hands) i dont know what bola would use tbh. i wanna say a splatana but this is set mainly in splat2 so they wouldnt have those. if anyone is still reading this far pls make suggestions in the notes 👍

CB and Bubbles dont have any sense of money (in my hcs, the domes work more on a communal property + bartering system) so they have no reason to object to pearl giving them inordinate amounts of money. bola and flora have to have a conversation where they ask whether pearl is their sugar daddy. this is agonising for everyone involved.

they used the money to buy an unreasonably large bed that they all sleep on together bc theyre my ocs i make the rules

i promised it was proto next. here *throws them like a javelin through the screen

Proto (captain 3, they/them)

i shld probably start at the beginning for them bc their actions through all the games are the catalyst for a Lot of plot

they were raised in calamari county, their parents were friends with callie and maries parents so they hung out a bunch when they were kids. basically the third squid sister, though they get way too bad stage fright to become idols like the other two

hanging out with those two so much also meant a lot of exposure to cap'n cuttlefish. proto idolised him to no end, decided they wanted to be just like him when they grew up

when the squisters went to inkopolis to become idols, proto became their manager. they were also recruited alongside callie and marie into the NSS when craig decided to reform it. ive never actually watched a playthrough of splat1 so i dont actually know how the plot works other than "craig is there and then callie & marie are there" so the next part is probably gonna be more canon parallel than canon adjacent

also because im just making up random shit about splat1. thats probably also a factor

in this version of canon, the octarians dont steal every zapfish you grab at the end of the levels, only the ones used for the boss levels. all the rest are ones owned by the octarians, mostly bred in captivity cause where tf else are you gonna get the power for running the domes

proto isnt an active agent in splat1, it's callie and marie who go in and do the fighting while proto is the one coordinating them and making plans. their plan is to steal all these extra zapfish to strain the domes' resources and then perform the inkantation during the final confrontation to make the maximum number of soldiers (especially elites) desert, all so they become incapable of stealing more zapfish or launching a retaliatory strike

and cap'n cuttlefish approves so surely that means that this is a good plan and any suffering caused is a necessary evil and it's not like this paranoid old man has any biases or grudges that would impede his judgement. surely not

side note: instead of inner agent 3, CB and Bubbles have to fight inner agents 1 & 2. inner-callie targets CB and inner-marie targets Bubbles because i think the roller-charger parallel is cool

the plan works! elites and soldiers desert in droves, neutering the octarian military capability, and octaria has to focus what resources it has on not starving (which it barely achieves, theres a famine regardless) rather than attacking back. it also creates the conditions for bubbles' parents to leave him and for CB to undergo the extremely painful and inhumane procedures to become an enhanced supersoldier but proto doesnt learn this til octo expansion

the squid sister stories proceed basically like canon, but proto dedicates themselves to agent work while marie focuses on the radio and callie focuses on acting. theyre out investigating the metro with craig when callie gets squidnapped so they dont find out until octo expansion finishes (like a few weeks after she gets rescued)

SPEAKING OF OCTO EXPANSION. PROTO IS THERE THE WHOLE TIME

they dont fight CB and Bubbles, theyre a terrible fighter and a bit of a wimp (and those two are kinda terrifying), instead they watch when they get overpowered and captured by a squad of sanitized octolings (those two got sent to investigate since people kept vanishing when they went that way). they still get the same "youre down here because of me" guilt since they chose to watch rather than intervene

they later got into the metro proper and found those same people but like super amnesia'd and a little traumatised already, even if theyre not sure how much of that was already there, and then they get even MORE fucked up because the metro is fucking Like That

also guilt bc they dont actually help with the tests beyond advice thru the comms. can never have too much of that

they get CB and Bubbles out of the blender by removing their special limiter and spamming splashdown on the top til it breaks, getting exhausted and passing out afterwards, letting tartar control them

the hole in the ceiling gets made by CB throwing a bit of broken blender really hard

usually they would get their ass kicked by either CB or Bubbles, let alone both at once, but the two of them are so exhausted and fucked up and a little injured that the fight is closer than anyone would like. the fight ends when CB grabs them by the ankle and slams them into the floor. think that one scene from the avengers with the hulk and loki

unfortunately, since CB is way too scared and full of adrenaline to properly regulate her strength, she completely crushes their ankle and lower leg. since it doesnt splat them, they dont respawn, and everyone is too preoccupied with destroying the NILs statue to get them to a hospital, the leg wasnt salvageable and they had to get it amputated below the knee

theyre an ambulatory wheelchair user, after that. sometimes crutches instead, but they tend to go for the chair in alterna bc crutches and ice do NOT mix trust me on this. i only had crutches for a couple months but i fell on my ass SO much

anyway they reconnect with callie and marie and things are fine and good and theyre totally not avoiding the twins because marina kept updating them on relevant files she found during OE and theyre struggling to reconcile the idea that these are enemies with the undeniable truth that nobody has had a greater negative impact on their lives than them.

probably would be worse if marina told them the twins were 15. good thing she doesnt!

oh yeah i forgot ages. proto is 17 in splat1, 19 in splat2/OE and 24 by splat3

anyway yeah in their efforts to avoid the twins so that they dont have to think about the wide-reaching consequences of their past actions, they dont actually leave them with any way to contact them while they go check out the Crater. itll only be a quick mission, right? no need to worry about it

alterna happens

then they and the squid sisters come back to cuttlefish cabin to find it completely empty, then discover that flora is still in the hospital after having the shit kicked out of him because he was hypnoshaded and they didnt have any low-tide ink because marie wasnt there and they couldnt contact her and they tried and they tried and why didnt anyone answer and

theres a big cool dramatic confrontation where CB and Bubbles reveal they got all their mem cakes and know exactly who proto is and what they did and would have forgiven if they had been honest but now they cant trust their captain and formally quit the NSS

honestly theres more stuff for proto after this but i ahvent actually figured it out yet.

personality-wise, theyre overconfident in their own abilities and underconfident in the abilities of everyone else, they struggle to give control of anything over to someone else. because why would they allow someone else to be in charge when they know that their own plans are automatically so much better?

as they learn about the actual consequences of their splat1 plan via CB and Bubbles' descriptions of their mem cakes, this confidence falters a bit. they spent so long with that plan being one of their greatest achievements that they cant reconcile with the reality that it had devastating consequences for innocent people

this is not at all helped by Flora, who makes no secret of his opinion on proto. at first he's just fucking with them for the sake of fucking with them, the same way he does for marie, but it gets more antagonistic when proto reacts with genuine anger rather than the good humour marie does. flora absolutely does not take kindly to people trying to exert authority over her so she aims to piss off proto at every opportunity

it is very easy for flora to piss proto off

OKAY I HIT THE CHARACTER LIMIT ILL MAKE A SECOND POST FOR THE REST

[eepypigeon]

🐺 and ⚙️!

🐺 - Favorite character(s)? As many as you want to list

⚙️ - How did you discover the Taleblr community?

yeesss ok ok sO

favourite character forever and always will be Johnny Toast hes just so silly and goofy like that. He's a ghosthunter, he's bisexual, he has an addiction problem, he's british, Hes a cutie patootie, his mother was the queen of england, (rest in peace Toasts grandmother) THE BOYS NAME IS TOAST. what isnt there to love.

honourable mentions; Billie Acachalla, Cardboard Friend, Amie (soso strong emily from corpse bride vibes in my brain), Ghost (it felt mean not to include him), And Gertrude :> though i could have kept going for a while fr.

Now as far as how i discovered this community, my younger sibling actually introduces me to VT's videos way back when (probably in like 2015 or something). She's always good at recommending stuff i'd like- it's always a joke between us that she just hands me her hyperfixations cus she'll show me something and soon stop caring about the thing lmao

anyway i think i can actually remember the first video i watched, im pretty sure it was the FNAF SCHOOL ROLEPLAY! - Gmod Five Nights At Freddy's Animatronics Mod (Garry's Mod) - YouTube video (which is 8 years old now ooughjhh)- did i have any clue what the hell was happening? No not in the slightest! but i was FASCINATED.

So yeah, naturally i have a tumblr and look through the tags occasionally and mayhaps even indulge in some fanart time to time. the VT hyperfixation sits at the back of my brain ready to randomly resurface every 2 years like a sleeper agent. so thats cool.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Confusing My FBI Agent

thanks for the tag @spookymoonie :))))

rules: list whats in your open tabs / the things you googled the last time you wrote a fic

here are all my open tabs on my laptop cause it's more clear than my phone - lmao, there are a lot :)

Disney + Daisy Jones & The Six

Gmail

Google Doc of my Resume :)

Google Doc of my reading log - all the fics ive read this and last year + the word count and everything

Google Doc of my Marauders mini fics

Google Doc of my Stranger Things mini fics

Google Doc of a new Marauders wip - (Heaven Is Not Fit To House A Love Like You And I)

Google Doc of a Stranger Things rewrite wip - (Superache)

My Ao3 dash :)

My Instagram account that no one knows about

Wattpad open to a fic im midway through uploading lmao

March 1986 calendar

Stranger Things Wiki Fandom: Steve Harrington

A copy of my RSA certificate

DaFont fancy themed fonts

20 NSFW French curse words

Full moon calendar 1983

1983 January calendar

Tumblr Mass Post Editor

Industrations Tumblr Post

Insuranced Tumblr Post

Glitterslag Tumblr Post

My Own Tumblr Post fanart search

Alexsays-no Tumblr Post

Industrations Tumblr Post

September 1985 calendar

John Travolta

yay!

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[antimonyandthyme]

Okay um👉👈 ive been thinking about tenet au. a lot. And apparently since tian vette's time travel fic sebchal time travel in my head == rbr seb?? So i was SORTA thinking charles seeing seb for the first time again, and its this bright-eyed prodigy that looks even younger than he is, a cheeky little bastard that is somehow still painfully endearing, or maybe its just charles's memories talking, and charles thinks: oh. is this how you felt when you saw me that first time in the library? You looked so sure then, how do i look sure now, with you? You didn't have the time to teach me that.

And how he doesn't know how this ends but he know that it does, because of course what's happened happened and they don't talk about it, but you can't share one skin every night and not hear the endless i lost you i lost you i lost you welcome back beating in another's heart

And how when he was younger he was so furious with seb for keeping his distance, for pushing him away for so long, and still on a bad day desperation and longing and tenderness pressed down so tightly its edges turn sharp make him curl his hands into fists, seb-shaped wound in his chest aching with why why why you knew we didnt have much time as is why did you have to but he gets it, now. Because stronger than the urge to grab this sunshine personified, still a little bit lanky where his seb was softer, shamelessly honest where his seb learned to tease and needle, grab him and hold him and breathe him in with his whole chest--stronger is only the terror of losing him again

So he teeters on the edge of too close-not close enough until seb has enough of this and walks him backwards into the wall of his hotel room somewhere in greece, all hot mouth and fiery eyes, surprising amount of skill, even more of sheer eagerness, and every touch throbs in charles' entire body so forcefully it's only later, with his forehead pressed to seb's back which looks broader when you get him out of those god-awful clothes, that he thinks: ah. so this is how you knew what i liked, you bastard

How when charles cant hide his knowledge of the temporal war from him anymore, when it's simply too dangerous to, the look of betrayal on his face hurts infinitely worse than he's ever imagined

How he lies awake at night before the operation, fiddling with his blue team tag, and flips through all the memories of all the mornings they've had, hoarded in his head because there is no safer way to store them, all those images of seb, yawning or laughing or flinging a pillow at him, sunlight playing on his golden lashes, and waits for dawn to add a new one to the collection. How he refuses to wander if its the last one he'll ever have.

How this was supposed to be a long goodbye, and how it feels barely long enough to take a breath.

How he leaves the tag be and slots his body against seb's unfamiliarly familiar sleeping frame, nosing at the soft line of his shoulder so that he can kiss him for just that little bit longer, his heart thumping, i lost you i lost you i lost you. welcome back.

lmao sorry im completely knackered is this anything

anon. knackered tenet anon. i'm. is this anything are you kidding me i'm. w h a t. i'm about to. what??? i'm about to hop off something. this. is the best thing ever? oh my god. oh my god.

i didn't even think about charles coming back to a much younger seb. like brilliant agent seb who's feisty and a genius and so eager to do the work and charles being older and who understands the mission and what he needs to do and oh. you! did! not! have! time! to teach me to be sure! oh. this is why seb tried to keep his distance. this is why his seb (his!) looked at him with grief locked behind his tongue. this is why seb held himself back like touching charles would destroy him.

because it would. how is he supposed to be able to survive having seb again and losing him once more? he wouldn't survive. he wouldn't. (he wouldn't need to.)

So he teeters on the edge of too close-not close enough until seb has enough of this and walks him backwards into the wall of his hotel room somewhere in greece, all hot mouth and fiery eyes, surprising amount of skill, even more of sheer eagerness, and every touch throbs in charles' entire body so forcefully it's only later, with his forehead pressed to seb's back which looks broader when you get him out of those god-awful clothes, that he thinks: ah. so this is how you knew what i liked, you bastard

knackered tenet anon i can't even speak. this is how you knew what i liked, you bastard. thought with so much resignation and so much fondness. he's thinking of his own seb from his own time. the older seb who had to deal with a younger, un-tempered charles. a stubborn charles. a charles who wouldn't take no for an answer. such that his seb finally gave in, as charles pressed his lips fiercely against his. how his seb handled him reverently as if charles were the most precious thing in the world.

they're a bunch of broken mirror shards endlessly reflecting the cycle.

how charles knows every moment with this younger seb is meant to prepare him for a goodbye. and yet he finds himself lingering under the covers, wrapped around seb's back. how he strokes the hairs at the back of seb's nape as the sunlight filters in. how he laughs as seb yawns sleepily and nestles back against him.

oh my god. how am i supposed to get on my with day? how am i supposed to continue? knackered tenet anon i hope you're happy with yourself you've destroyed me with the most amazing concept i'm charging you with emotional damages the length of a novel i’m about to

i'm about to!!!

[sparatus]

wip wednesday

tagged by @korblez !! ive been working on three wips at a time and on the one hand im excited to show off tiirtias but also this bit from rabbit is just. peak so here we go

tagging uhhhhh whoever wants to fuckin korb tags everyone already :lmao:

Fic: To Catch A Rabbit, Ch2: You All Meet in an Inn

Pairing: Saren Arterius/Nihlus Kryik

Current WC: 1,313

Blackwatch was waiting for them at Elysium.

If it was supposed to be intimidating, it didn’t work. Nihlus had been met at spaceports by every police force, spec ops team, private security company, and merc gang that existed in the galaxy at one point or another by now, and at this point, he was more concerned if there wasn’t an armed goon squad putting on their unwelcoming committee hat when he arrived somewhere new. At least Blackwatch soldiers were usually easy on the eyes.

This particular squad, or at least the lieutenant in charge, had the courtesy to wait until after they’d gotten through customs. They just watched instead, their eyes raking over Nihlus’s plates and setting his teeth on end. He sidestepped over to lean on the desk and pretend to be listening, putting his bulk between Blackwatch and Saren. If he was uncomfortable, Saren would be about to crawl out of his skin, and the last thing they needed was Saren going nuclear in the middle of a spaceport. Too much paperwork, and then what kind of vacation would he have?

It took a few minutes for Saren to finish explaining to the nice customs officer exactly why Spectres got to keep their weapons, in probably a bit too much detail. Nihlus was pretty sure humans weren’t supposed to be any shade of green, but his Phaeston was still on his back and he didn’t have to placate Saren over his Brawler being taken away, so oh well. As long as nobody called the Council to fact-check, it would be fine.

Nevermind that the hen nearly vibrating out of her plates as they walked away from customs looked like exactly the type who would delight in calling up the old man to tattle on them. Vacation, vacation, Nihlus chanted in his head like his life depended on it. "I think we have company," he muttered to Saren, flicking one mandible towards the squad. "Think that's the welcoming committee?"

Saren's eyes slid sideways, and he puffed out an exhale through his nasal plates. "Either that, or a hit squad," he grumbled, shrugging his duffel bag up higher on his shoulder and switching course to lead them towards the squad. "And that's nowhere near enough people to take down two Spectres, so it must be the first."

Nihlus chuffed to himself as he followed, letting Saren take the lead. Some of the soldiers were shifting restlessly as they approached, but the lieutenant was stiff as a board, mandibles tight against her face. "Agents Arterius and Kryik?" she asked, voice clipped and sharp.

Saren's head twitched towards his shoulder, not very much, just enough to let Nihlus catch the barest glimpse of his side-eye. Here we go. Nihlus shifted back onto one leg and folded his arms across his keel. Where Nihlus had grown up picking fights and begging his parents to take him out on mercenary jobs with them, Saren had split time tagging along behind his grandmother and bouncing around from army base to army base with his brother. He would have been the perfect soldier, raised right in the thick of things like the Hierarchy preferred, if his biotics hadn't already set him on a different, much more explosive path – and, of course, if Desolas's volatility following the deaths of their parents and whatever he saw when he found them hadn't infected his little brother. Combine that with a general disdain for anything getting in his way, and watching Saren deal with soldiers was Nihlus's favorite show.

He opened with a sniff and a slight drop of his jaw to show his front teeth, a muted beginning. "I prefer Agent Saren, Lieutenant..."

The lieutenant dipped her head, but not too far, not enough to give anything away. She was pretty, in the way hens in authority usually were – silver plates with a darker gray colorpoint splotch in the middle of her face, stormcloud-gray eyes, and the air of a woman who expected to be obeyed whether you were happy about it or not. She'd definitely earned the stack of ribbons on her chest. "Ursirinus, sir. First Lieutenant Tulretia Ursirinus, Thirteenth Legion, Blackwatch Third Company, assigned to the personal guard of Primarch Fedorian in ene-" She stumbled, the realization of what she was about to say flashing through her eyes, but recovered quickly. "Alien territory. Sir. The primarchs have gone on ahead, we were told to wait for you and escort you to the resort upon arrival."

Saren's eyes flashed. "We've only just arrived, Lieutenant Ursirinus, there's no need for such tension," he mused. "Agent Kryik and I are under orders from Councilor Sparatus to provide additional security. We're allies, in this instance."

Ursirinus flicked her mandibles once. "With all due respect, sir, your presence is unnecessary. The Council isn't involved in this summit. Sending Spectres implies every other soldier here can't do our jobs. It's disrespectful, and I'm only here to get you because my captain chose me for the job."

Nihlus raised one brow plate. That was... forward, but then, Blackwatch soldiers tended to think highly of themselves, and Spectres being legally outside the Hierarchy tended to make turians feel a little more at ease speaking their minds. No need to worry about an outcast causing trouble in retaliation. He'd run into plenty of old enemies from his days in the military who suddenly found their tongues a lot looser than before.

He'd set them straight with a good, solid knockdown hit right beneath the keel (thanks, Dad), but Saren had always preferred a wilier approach.

Sure enough, his eyes glinted with the same light as a shatha about to strike. "Then by all means, let us depart, and Agent Kryik and I will enjoy our vacation and stay out of your claws," he purred, gesturing vaguely towards the spaceport exit. "Though, remind me again, please, Ierian asks we include these things in our reports – you said your company is in the Thirteenth?"

Ursirinus gave a short, terse nod, and Saren's mandibles lifted in a snide sneer. "If your assessment of your men's skill is correct, I'll be sure to commend you to the Major General when I see him at my niece's next birthday."

[purrvaire]

First, thank you for the tag and sorry for the delay🙈 I’m gonna post mine soon!

For the wip tag, I don’t know if you’ve been asked about it already but… Any snippet/info on obi wan is clearly galahad in this one? 🌚

Hello <3 OF COURSE so basically it's the kingsman au i've been writing since march!! idk if you're familiar with the movies but basically Kingsman is a spy agency whose agents have the knights of the round table’s namees as codenames; Obi-Wan is Galahad (Colin Firth in the movie) and Anakin is his protegé (Taron Egerton in the movie)👀 I've already written around 17k words, which is a lot for my standard, but you know * waves hand * life, so it's still a work in progress sigh

Anyway, a snippet for you <3 it’s set while Anakin is training, featuring Ahsoka (his baby sister bc im very soft for that trope), briefly Mace Windu/Merlin, already 100% done with the gays AND a lot of flirting bc I can’t help myself lmao

“She’s a charmer, innit?” he praises. “Hey, I’ve just picked my puppy, actually. Wanna meet him?”

It turns out that the pup is a pug. 

“Interesting choice”, Obi-Wan offers tactfully, watching the tiny thing yapping excitedly at Ahsoka and wagging its tail. 

Anakin groans. “Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want.” He nudges him with his shoulder. “Look, I didn’t know he would stay this small forever, okay? ‘Sides, I think he’s alright.”

“Can we call him Artoo?” demands Ahsoka. “Mr. Threepio likes it.” 

As she speaks, the newly named Artoo gives an experimental lick to the plushie. 

“Well, it seems they made friends already.” Anakin shakes his head. “This girl, bruv,” he says fondly. “So, I thought big spies like you don’t have time to stop by.”

“I said I would see you around, didn’t I?” Obi-Wan replies immediately with a smirk. “I like to keep my promises.”

Anakin ducks his head a little, a hint of a smile on his face. 

“I do have a mission, actually. I reckon I won’t be long, but I wanted to see you first, see how it’s going.”

Anakin smiles. “You don’t have to worry ‘bout me, Obi-Wan. Yesterday was mental, but it’s part of the job, innit?” He shrugs. “Better get used to it.”

Obi-Wan nods. “Still, it’s a big adjustment.”

“Been through worse”, Anakin quips. “Anyway, you better come back in one piece from your mission, hear me?” The boy steps further in his personal space, patting him on the chest. 

From up close, their height difference is even more evident; Obi-Wan doesn’t mind it. It makes it easier to spot every single change in Anakin’s expression. 

“Is that an order?” Obi-Wan smirks playfully. “May I remind you who’s in charge here?” 

Anakin blushes prettily. Obi-Wan shouldn’t enjoy it so much, but he can’t help it. It’s too easy to fluster him. 

“I know that”, he replies, his voice just a tad higher than usual. Anakin darts his eyes to the side, almost coy. “Would be a real bummer if you didn’t come around anymore.”

“Cheeky”, Obi-Wan murmurs, glancing up at him. 

Anakin, still a bit red on his face, holds his gaze. 

“If you’re quite finished flirting,” suddenly Mace’s voice crackles in his earpieces. Obi-Wan does not startle, thank you very much, but he leans back a little from where he was basically plastered to Anakin. 

"Merlin", he says out loud for the other's benefit. "What is it?"

Obi-Wan can't see Mace but he can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. "May I remind you that you're on the clock?"

"Yes, thank you." Obi-Wan looks at Anakin who's more than a little perplexed. "Duty calls."

Anakin nods. “Good luck, Obi-Wan.” 

He retreats toward his sister, who waves at him with a toothy smile. 

“And you with your training. I’ll see you when I’m back.”

[morgunaa-stark]

Continued from here:

@freckledboss answered:

“ a queen is never late – everyone else is simply early. ” pepper appears from the landing donning a well tailored gown resembling that of the renaissance era. “ besides, if there’s anyone in this house who will make us be tardy it’s your father. ” she says in mild tease, reaching the main floor, and proceeding to grab her purse. “ alright, lets see, ” the redhead is anxious to discover what morgan has decided for a costume.

Morgan just sighs as she waits for her aging parents to pick up the pace. Losing patience for a moment, she calls out to her father. “DAD, WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Then sighing again. “I swear, if I miss a second of this party I’m getting my high school degree and moving to MIT early. Maybe when I’m 16 and only home for Christmas you two will realize the error of your ways.” She glances at a nearby wall mirror and apparently sees something wrong with her costume, begins to fuss with it.

“-One minute actually..” It had taken her days to decide, but eventually she chose to go as a fairy. She had the silky dress with self-attached wings, glittery highlighter and a delicate flower crown. A far cry from the Wednesday Addams costume of last year. She had practically begged her parents to be Gomez and Morticia with her. They were always macking on each other anyways, this time all they had to do was dress up! There was also the year before that where she was a “cereal killer” and her parents were a “bread winner” and “iron chef”, and she bribed Peter into going as a spider. That was a fun year. Possibly her favorite though was her first Halloween after...everything that had happened. She was little and wanted nothing more than to wear a suit like Mommy and Daddy did, and the resulting cuteness was very much needed by everyone still adjusting to the events of earlier that year. Whether she knew it or not, Morgan had a healing influence on those around her.  Despite the recently-emerged teenage dramatics, she was in general a loving and cheerful child and often brought smiles where she went. In fact, it was hard to think of times she was truly unhappy..

[wexhappyxfew]

Landslide | Chapter 84 | I Am No Hero

"I'm not their hero, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't brave. I never walked the party line, but that doesn't mean that I was never afraid. I'm not your hero, but that doesn't mean we're not one and the same."

― Sara Quin

The silent agent walked a few yards behind Bachrach, watching his every move, every person he talked to, every time he seemed to turn his eyes from the path the stretched in front of him and off towards another direction.

How could he act so casual?

Walk around with proud strides, as if nothing had happened at the airport in Romania?

He couldn't remove his name from the world, and he figured if fateful Agent Mortem couldn't, Fidel, back in the car, could be the one to. Agent Mortem felt his lip curl as Bachrach gave a smile towards a few gentlemen moving down the street. Those men would continue on down the road without having known they had just walked past a madman and his accomplice by his side. And Agent Mortem would stay quiet, unable to say much without having Bachrach breathing down his neck.

[read the rest on AO3 + Wattpad!]

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AND WE’RE BACK! after 3 weeks of school being chaotic af (and alas my chem exam today was just absolutely wild, no avoiding that) i FINALLY have time to update landslide! this chapter has been sitting in the drafts for ages i stg, but with the school the way it was, there was just straight up no time. but today, i am forcefully making that time work into my schedule bc i am exhausted from school lmao. SO, enjoy this landslide chapter! and if you can’t tell from the snippet, we have some more mortem backstory coming our way!! happy reading! <3

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-> if you would like to be added/removed from the taglist, just shoot me an ask/message! :D

[zahroreadsthings]

I posted 2,161 times in 2021

1306 posts created (60%)

855 posts reblogged (40%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.7 posts.

I added 1,166 tags in 2021

#emily rodda - 200 posts

#deltora quest - 158 posts

#zahro reads dq3.2 - 120 posts

#tamsyn muir - 116 posts

#the locked tomb - 111 posts

#s&b lb - 102 posts

#zahro reads dq3.3 - 99 posts

#zahro reads dq2.3 - 93 posts

#bad book club - 88 posts

#zahro reads splintered 1 - 79 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i refuse to read autobiographies and memoirs! i know there are good ones out there that i might even like! im not out here saying theyre all

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Zahro do you have any recs for books that have come out in the past couple years that are must reads, I'm in a reading slump and I need inspiration!!

hannah we are FINALLY replying 6 weeks later!! i'm going for published after 2018

first off read the abyss surrounds us already

Girl, Serpent, Thorn - Melissa Bashardoust (2020). I think the author said it was a retelling of sleeping beauty but it felt more like rapunzel to me (also fun fact the oldest version of a rapunzel story is set in persia). But anyway set in historic Persia, a princess who's poisonous to the touch is hidden away in the palace until she finds a way to break her curse, but she accidentally puts her entire family in danger doing so. Bonus romance with a nice demon lady.

Mexican Gothic - Silvia Moreno-Garcia (2020). A socialite receives a letter from her cousin saying her husband's trying to poison her and there are voices in the mansion's walls, so she packs up and heads over to a probably-haunted mansion full of people who actively dislike her.

Thorn - Anna Burke (2019). Sapphic retelling of beauty and the beast, with elements from both grimm's and disney which I thought was neat. That's really all you need to know about it lmao

Compass Rose - Anna Burke (2018). 26th century swashbuckler. Compass Rose's uncannily accurate sense of direction lands her a spot on a mercenary crew deep in pirate territory.

Fire Country - Victor Steffensen (2020). This is a departure from everything else on this list but SUCH a fascinating read. Part memoir and part Indigenous land management. Delves into the role of fire in Australia's history as a means of both cultural connection to land and the country's health.

The Poppy War - R. F. Kuang (2018). If you see someone mark this YA just hit them. Inspired by 20th century China. Protagonist gets herself into an elite military school on a scholarship and life sucks. She discovers she has an aptitude as a shaman right about the time war breaks out.

The Midnight Lie - Maria Rutkoski (2020). Nirrim keeps her head down to stay safe in a part of the city that enforces sumptuary laws but begins exploring life outside her caste with a mysterious, sly traveller named Sid who asks to not be trusted.

Cemetery Boys - Aiden Thomas (2020). Yadriel performs a ritual to prove himself as a brujo and find the ghost of his missing cousin when his family has trouble accepting his gender. He ends up accidentally summoning the ghost of Julian Diaz, who won't go away until Yadriel finds out what happened to him.

You Should See Me In a Crown - Leah Johnson (2020). Liz Lighty always believed she was too poor, too black, and too awkward to participate in the prom scene but takes a shot at the prom queen scholarship when the financial aid she was counting on for college falls through.

This Is How You Lose the Time War - Amal el-Mohtar, Max Gladstone (2019). Two rival agents in a sci-fi time travel war try to one-up each other but eventually fall in love. It's my everything.

69 notes • Posted 2021-05-30 09:48:24 GMT

#4

Harrow’s mouth briefly ruckled. “A necromancer alone can’t bring that down, Griddle. That’s regenerating bone.”

“I’m not running, Harrow!”

“Of course we’re not running,” said Harrowhark disdainfully. “I said a necromancer alone. I have you. We bring hell.”

“Harrow—Harrow, Dulcinea’s a Lyctor, a real one—”

“Then we’re all dead, Nav, but let’s bring hell first,” said Harrow.

you know.

69 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 10:46:04 GMT

#3

Gonna post my 'deltora is australia turned 90 degrees' conspiracy soon

98 notes • Posted 2021-10-21 09:57:05 GMT

#2

If lief has million number of fans i am one of them . if lief has ten fans i am one of them. if lief have only one fan and that is me . if lief has no fans, that means i am no more on the earth . if world against lief, i am against the world. i love #lief till my last breath.. .. Die Hard fan of lief . Hit Like If you Think lief Best boy & Smart In the world

126 notes • Posted 2021-08-03 10:27:05 GMT

#1

thanks muir

338 notes • Posted 2021-02-06 23:40:59 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

[kashimos-hajime]

so funny story. last year i was also opening the year with a celebration and for me to celebrating ANOTHER milestone a year later, thank you so much. last year was,,, a curveball and i hope you are all staying healthy as we get through this together. but thank you all for following, interacting, talking to me even through my rapid fandom switches. i appreciate all of y’all :)

this time, i’ll be doing a little drabble kinda thing because it sounds fun and im hoping it doesnt flop so haha 😀✌️ below are how it works, the rules, characters i write for and the prompt lists. 

all prompts answered will be linked to my masterlist when im finished. thank you all again!

how it works: just gonna have a few prompt lists and y’all can pick from the lists along with a character! make sure you specify the prompt, it’s number (if it has one), and from what list, and that it’s a character i’ll write for (i’ll put a list below). if you’re not sure, ask :) that’s it! nothing more needed. requests are open until monday, january 11th!

rules: -i prefer that you be following me but i’m too lazy to check -mentioned before, but please pick a character i write for. again, not sure, ask! -anons can participate :) -request as many as you want LMAO but if you want separate stories for prompts send them as multiple asks -tagging every post with #hayleys4kcelebration so if you wanna ignore those posts, that’s the tag to block. -reblog this post 

characters i write for: -star wars: din djarin, obi-wan kenobi, poe dameron, plus anakin skywalker, boba fett, cassian andor, ben solo, han solo -pedro pascal’s characters: agent whiskey, maxwell lord, and javier peña  -cyberpunk 2077: johnny silverhand, goro takemura -marvel: anyone on my master list, plus frank castle and matt murdock -hp: draco malfoy, harry potter, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, open to pretty much anyone tbh but just check first ✌️ BONUS: horacio carrillo from narcos ❤️

prompt lists: star wars dialogue prompts (not all star wars specific) 

fluff/angst/misc. prompts 

misc. dialogue prompts

tagging some mutuals hopefully they dont mind ahsnslsndjk: @pumpkin-goob @the-darklings @wxntersoldiers @achillese @venusbarnes​ @sera-wonderland @stainedpomegranatelips @xxlovingfandomsxx @into-the-stratosphere @evansweaters

[las-lus]

Tagged by @kalutyka whom i adore - thank you very much, dear <3

1. why did you choose your url?

Laslus has been my username since I was like 8 and named my blue Uni Laslus bc I thought it was a cute name. Then it slowly became my username in every platform and now Las is my nickname with mutuals <3

2. any sideblogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

Yeah! i have a study blog called @study-physics that i dont use half as much as i should. it motivates me to study and dear lord do i need motivation

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

This blog is 10 years old (so, 2011), but I previously had a harry potter blog that I created around 2009-2010 but deleted for some reason? i think maybe the kids from my middle school found about it? i cant remember sorry.

4. do you have a queue tag?

nope, i dont queue except for a few posts about specific dates. you get my insane posting schedule live :)

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was deep into harry potter and i wanted to find memes and art, but i was also depressed and quirky and in the early 2010s if you were quirky and depressed you came to tumblr

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I love Loki from Loki Agent of Asgard/Young Avengers. its not that deep, sadly. When i was 16 i decided my icons would all be members of the Young Avenges (my pfp in Nyah! - a brazilian fanfic website is america chavez and my pfp at ao3 is also Loki but was Kate Bishop before) and i just never changed.

7. why did you choose your header?

I'm a scientist and sometimes i'm insane about it. I also love BDG

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

I actually ran my blog through this thing to find out. its this one about math, and its also the post im most proud of so :) this jatp shitpost is a close second tho

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I have no idea. i've been here for too long, sorry, but i have like 20-30 mutuals that i interact frequently with!

10. how many followers do you have?

2131 ! I gained a lot since I came back to the supernatural fandom (hi babes!!) but a bunch are deactivated/haven't posted in years (again, this blog is 10 years old)

11. how many people do you follow?

2518, but again a bunch are deactivated/haven't posted in years

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

yeah lmao

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

More than i should have, i check the app a lot. i would say I'm sorry for the constant influx of reblogs, but I'm not

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

I dont think so? I've been a master at avoiding discourse in this hellsite.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

i dont reblog them. I think they are awful.

16. do you like tag games?

Yes!!! I love them so much!! pls tag me on them

17. do you like ask games?

Same, i adore them and if you send me an ask game I'll love you forever.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

Oh, i dont know? in my head @ravingliberal and@previouslysaltyfandombrat are quite popular, maybe i just think they are cool. @driverpicksthemooseic is twitter famous, does that count? @realrollypratt is fandom famous but only in the small niche that is LWD fandom (i do think she is too cool to be my mutual tho)

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

I mean. yes. ofc i do.

20. tags?

ohh idk which one of you were already tagged but @queergoblin @fantastic-artemis @bygodstillam @the-sea-queen00 @previouslysaltyfandombrat @driverpicksthemooseic and @realrollypratt (but please feel free to answer it and tag me in it even if i didn't tag you, i love you, my memory just sucks)

[wntersfire]

GET TO KNOW ME TAG GAME

Before I start I would just like to say (tw alcohol for now and question 19) sorry for any spelling mistakes or if I ramble a little. To cut a long fuckin story short I mis read the measurements of my shot glasses and so instead of having two cocktails I’ve had the equivalent of four in the space of an hour and a half. Being british, im not gonna let a good drink go to waste either so im onto my third/sixth now.

Tagged by @clints-lucky-arrow (an actual goddess among us mortals)

1. Why did you choose your URL?

So this reason is two-fold. One, I didn’t watch star wars growing up because I was dumb and didn’t understand the politics (it wasn’t until my boyfriend sat me down and explained it literally in January of this year that I actually got it) but I loved Sci-fi and space so the next best thing was Treasure Planet (2003 film, Available on didney+) My favourite scene is the ending when Long John Silver (spoilers) is about leave before he can be arrested and Jim confronts him. Seeing how much his character has grown, Silver says to Jim, “Look at you, glowing like a silver fire. You’re something special, Jim. You’re gonna rattle the stars, you are.” It literally makes me tear up every single time I watch it and its one of my favourite lines of all time. Second, this was actually quoted in one of my favourite book series ‘Throne of glass’ by Sarah J Maas. I adore the character of Celeana and again one of my favourite quotes from TOG is when Queen Elena says to Celeana“ You could rattle the stars. You could do anything, if only you dared.” Every time I read that line I literally get chills and I actually have plans to get this tattooed on me lmao

2. Any side blogs?

Yes my fanfic blog @second-stars-totheright (I like puns and I used to love peter pan)

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I joined when I was 13 for the fanfiction and lurked for a very long time, just reblogging and liking things until I deleted it when I was 17. Re downloaded the app and got my account back back around February of this year (when I was 19, now 20) and since then I’ve found it much friendlier and actually interacted with people this time around, and actually started posting my work on here!

4. Do you have a queueue tag?

No. This is my general postings blog so I just kind of stick anything funny or worth keeping here, but I probably should make one!

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

As I said to read fanfiction (anyone wondering it was 5 seconds of summer fanfiction. Anyone who judges me in the comments its fair game 🥺) but I re-downloaded it this year because I noticed with my work on Wattpad, while I had some do really well (one has gotten 130k+ views) its very difficult to actually interact with readers and get feedback. I’ve only accumulated that high of a number after 5 years of it being on there, and so tumblr is just so much more personal!

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I did it this morning as I was getting tagged in this lmao. I wanted a cartoon girl who looked like me but because I had a specific colouring (ie my hair is black with a blonde streak at the front & my eyes have both blue and green segments because I have heterochromia) I couldn’t find any that looked like me so I recoloured a cartoon girl I found on pinterest.

7. Why did you choose you header?

The white clouds fit the stars theme and it looks pretty with the purple. ✨💜

8. Whats your post with the most notes?

“That girl is a problem | Javier Pena x Agent!Reader part 1” with 105 notes on my fanfic blog.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I am still a little tumblr idiot when it comes to this so if someone could tell me how to find out I'll edit this

10. How many followers do you have?

72 on here, 107 on my fanfic blog (AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU ACROSS BOTH OF THEM MWAH, MWAH KISSES FOR YOU ALL 💜💜💜)

11. How many people do you follow?

165 (it was 700+ but the other day I unfollowed a bunch of accounts that haven’t been active since I followed them when I was 13. There were LOTS)

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

I mean all you have to do is look at the Nomad memes I make (UNAPOLOGETICALLY I might add 😤) for @clints-lucky-arrow to know I absolutely have. That series has a hold over me im telling you. I black out when I start reading and I awake with a bunch of meme editing apps open and my feelings tugged at from her amazing writing.

13. How often do you use Tumblr each day?

If I’m with my boyfriend which is like two days a week, rarely, but now I’ve finished uni, I’m on here all the god damn time. I feel so comfy and safe interacting with you all, not to mention some of you guys are funny as hell.

14. Did you have a fight with a blog once?

Not really on here, I haven’t received any hate luckily but I prefer not to spoil how comfy I am here with arguing.

15. How do you feel about ‘you need to re-blog this’ posts?

I’m a little confused by this I dunno whether I’ve just never come across any like this or if Stars is being a bimbo on the tl again. However, I only reblog things I’d like to keep for future reference or if something deserves to be shared to everyone else like a fic rec or a piece of art. (As Mack said, I’ve re-blogged so many in the past promising me money or luck and I am still broke as shit so what does that tell you).

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes!! I love reading everyone elses and getting to know my mutals better!

17. Do you like ask games?

Again yesss because it means I get to send love to my mutuals and get to know them better! I tend to not participate though just read their responses because I sometimes feel like I’m bugging people clogging their inboxes even though I know that’s the point idk I’m a hell of an over thinker sometimes 🥳

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

It’s been said before but @clints-lucky-arrow (wow you rlly owning this post bby girl) but I just remember lurking on Nomad early February and liking and reblogging her chapters so I could keep them to re-read cause that’s how much I instantly loved it and when she followed me I realised who she was and lowkey had a starstruck moment bcus id been ciaght up in her work for weeks and too nervous to make contact. Also @arduadastra, I saw her work all over the pedro tags for so long and now I’ve gotten to know her she is the sweetest girl!! We usually fan over Javier Pena gifs together, she’s solely responsible for ‘That girl is a problem’ bcus of her gif sending at 1am giving me Javi thots and now it’s my most successful one on my blog. And most recently @pedrosgirlx followed me this morning and her work is genuinely some of the best I've seen on here, as I said this morning it is the Sistine Chapel ceiling of Mando art it is actually jaw dropping!! I cant believe all these creators are rlly giving us this content for free and yet being so talented AND the nicest people I’ve ever met!!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

No, although I hold a lot of them dearly as friends. 15/10 would treat you lovelies to a drink of your choice if we ever met (any of you from the uk who drink I’d get you a pitcher from Whetherspoons)

20. Absolutely no pressure tags:

anyone who wants to join! a lot of people I would have tagged have already posted theirs so go for it if you like the look of it!