#old friends and enemies

[echo-stimmingrose]

The thing about Percabeth is, they are not enemies to lovers.

They are two twelve year olds who are annoyed by each other, to trusted allies, to friends who argue, to best friends, to oblivious pining idiots, to lovers.

[yantao-enthusiast]

grown ass men pining. what the fuck is this. how yall have grey hairs and file taxes and still be yearning. blushing and shit. that’s so embarrassing for y’all like ur back is cracking, you’re middle aged. just fuckign. make out already. jesus christ what

[sunydays]

Oh you poor naive child-

Master Post

[hauntedbythenarrative]

I don't even know where you end and I begin

Woman with Dead Child, Käthe Kollwitz//Michael Cunningham//Saudade, John Freeman//Yellowjackets (2021-)

[frownyalfred]

fic idea: Bruce and Clark get hit with a certain type of sex pollen on a JL mission that makes them have to fuck each other every few hours or they’ll die. they’re literally addicted to each other, but before that mission they were only friends by the loosest of definitions.

somehow, they manage to keep this from the League and their respective families. until…

[ratatatastic]

chirpy, chirpy~ like father like son i suppose

2024-25 Media Day | 9.18.24 (x)(x)

and absolutely delightful that colby kept up the inside joke yeah babey nothing like our beat and our cats opening up preseason hockey by being chirpy

[manofthepipis]

hehe giant robot :)

[delawaredetroit]

Look at all these friends.

Once again, Kirishima was not Izuku. He wasn't perceived as the pinnacle of heroism and manliness in the way that he wanted, but he was never ostracized. Izuku had his mom and All Might at this point in his life, and not one of his peers. Even before UA, Kirishima had a whole classroom full of peers who thought well enough of him even if they considered him a bit of an oddball with old-fashioned ideas.

[miatsai]

i keep saying that i'm not really an enemies to lovers fan because oftentimes, the enemies are not true enemies. however, enemies to lovers when done right is exquisite. nicky and joe, for example. actual enemies who killed each other a lot and found one thing binding them together, one single thing in common, which then reframed their perspective on everything. THAT'S enemies to lovers.

[dearfish]

last night i dreamt i still knew you

[incorrect-tmnt2012-quotes]

Bradford: I hate you.

Mikey: Well according to this picture of us holding hands that's not true.

Bradford: You drew that.

Mikey: It doesn't matter.

[iwantofall]

ты погибнешь когда пожалеешь врага

[invalidstories]

Elevator Blackout

Warnings: descriptions of darkness or claustrophobic situations, tension, and uncertain future.

In the dimly lit elevator, Hero and Villain exchanged wary glances as the lights flickered and died, leaving them stranded in darkness. The sudden blackout had caught them off guard, their usual animosity overshadowed by a sense of unease.

"Well, this is unexpected," Hero remarked, their voice tinged with nervous laughter as they fumbled for their phone in the darkness.

Villain nodded in agreement, their usual air of confidence faltering. "Seems like we're stuck here for a while," they replied, their tone more subdued than usual.

As they settled into an awkward silence, Hero couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity about their unlikely companion. Despite their differences, there was something intriguing about Villain that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

"So," Hero began tentatively, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "What do you usually do during a blackout?"

Villain shrugged, their shoulders tense with discomfort. "I suppose I'll have to find out," they replied, their voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

As the minutes stretched into hours, Hero and Villain found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never thought possible. They swapped childhood stories and reminisced about their favorite books, discovering unexpected similarities in their tastes and experiences.

"So, what was your favorite childhood book?" Hero asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Villain hesitated for a moment, their brow furrowing in thought. "I always had a soft spot for adventure novels," they admitted, a hint of nostalgia creeping into their voice. "There was something about getting lost in a story that made the world feel a little less bleak."

Hero nodded in understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I know what you mean," she replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I used to love reading about brave knights and daring quests. It made me feel like anything was possible."

As they continued to share stories and swap book recommendations, Hero and Villain found themselves growing more comfortable in each other's presence. The tension that had once hung between them had melted away, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and understanding.

"So, what about you?" Villain asked, their curiosity piqued. "What's your favorite childhood memory?"

Hero's smile widened, a fond glimmer in her eyes. "I remember spending summers at my grandparents' farm," she replied, her voice soft with nostalgia. "We'd spend hours running through the fields and exploring the woods. It was like our own little slice of paradise."

Villain listened intently, a hint of wistfulness in their gaze. "That sounds wonderful," they murmured, their voice tinged with longing. "I loved staying up late to gaze at the stars, or make some sort of trouble."

Hero laughed, "I never got that sort of freedom."

"Perhaps it's time to try sneaking out then?" suggested the villain with a mischievous glint in their eye.

As the hours passed, Hero and Villain found themselves lost in conversation, their laughter echoing through the empty elevator shaft. They talked about their hopes and dreams, their fears and regrets, and in doing so, they discovered a shared humanity that transcended the boundaries of hero and villain.

When help finally arrived and the elevator doors slid open, Hero and Villain exchanged reluctant smiles, knowing that they would never forget the unexpected bond they had forged in the darkness of the elevator.

As they went their separate ways, Hero couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret at the thought of leaving Villain behind. Despite their differences, she had come to see them in a new light.

But as she stepped out into the sunlight, Hero knew that their paths would cross again, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. After all, if she could find common ground with Villain in the darkness of an elevator, then anything was possible.

"In the depths of darkness, unexpected connections can illuminate the way forward."

Masterlist

[sunydays]

Decided to do a redraw… (left old) (right new) :/ idk…

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The full new art piece!

[hrodvitnon]

SIGNALIS Big Teef Fic Preview!

Did anybody want a fic with the Big Teef? No? Well, too bad, you're getting one anyway. Have a taste!

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"Hey, when were you going to tell me you have fangs?"

Elster pauses, having just gotten engrossed in a scene of tense questioning.  "Excuse me?"

Ariane sits beside her at the table, lays down the Replika overview, leans her elbows on it and rests her chin on folded hands, giving the Replika a look that to any Gestalt would be similar to a parent wanting to know why their kids didn't do what was asked of them – or rather, like she's taken on the role of detective in the midst of questioning.  Elster lifts her eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

Ariane elaborates as if telling an anecdote from her Rotfront years.  "I looked through the Replika overview again to see if there was anything I could pick up to help you out, or do something for you, when... in the corner of my little eye, I spy... a schematic.  A schematic, El Bell.  Of retractable canine teeth.  Which you are in possession of, and neglected to inform me."

Elster closes her eyes, knowing where this is going.

"Ariane."

"Now, I don't ask the time of day from a clock..."

"Liebchen."

"But I'm not shy about how hot I am for nibbles and love bites..."

"Light of my life."

"And you didn't think to tell me?  When were you going to tell me?"

"Settle down, dramatic.  They're for self-defense, not for sexy time.  Besides, it's not even unique to LSTRs – all Replikas have them."

Ariane blinks in surprise.  "Wait, seriously?  Even Eules?"  Having such teeth makes sense for a Storch or Star, but an Eule?

"Absolutely.  I once heard that a secretary unit back at headquarters almost bit the fingers off an untrained Storch who got too ugly with her.  Not sure how it ended, but I like to think Frau Beißer got off with a warning and the Storch never lived it down.  Self-defense, like I said.  With combat units it's a last resort in case one runs out of ammunition or doesn't have a melee weapon ready."

Ariane's eyes widen.  Eules always looked so delicate to her with how lightly they carried themselves, but it seems even those domestic units are made of sterner stuff than expected.  Her eyes lower to Elster's mouth.  Elster gives her a knowing look.

"No."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You have that 'in the interest of science' look on your face."

"I just want to see them for myself!  There's nothing wrong with that!  Show me, please?  It's not like I'll ever see them in a combat situation, unless we get picked up by aliens or something."

Elster stares.  Ariane stares back, pleading and doe-eyed, just seconds away from deploying the dreaded pouty bottom lip.  Elster gives in, of course.  She can never really refuse humoring her love, so she teasingly grouses like it's such a chore.

"Ach, fine."

Ariane tries not to drum her fingers happily while Elster pops the mandibles in her jaw, mouth opening.  Nothing out of the ordinary, just 28 white teeth – go figure Replikas aren't manufactured with wisdom teeth – and then Elster curls her lips back wolfishly, her canines extending with an audible click.

There is, of course, the knee-jerk flicker of saucy fascination since Ariane does so love when Elster bites her, but in the moment it's also tempered by actual scientific curiosity.  Elster's lengthened teeth are only sharp at the very tips, as Ariane knows from experience, so while they probably can pierce through flesh or biomechanical components they must be intended for crushing and tearing, clamping down and keeping a steady grip thanks to powerful jaws.

A rather specific detail from the Replika overview comes to mind: the LSTR unit has a bite force of 1250 PSI at minimum.  Ariane's heard of certain Vinetan animals having a comparable bite, capable of piercing through the skulls of their prey.  The knowledge of this results in a revelatory daydream of hostile alien forces intercepting their little ship and abducting Ariane, causing Elster to crush an extraterrestrial skull or spine between her teeth as she goes in a rampaging rescue...

"Ari," Elster drawls.  The extended fangs seem to mess with her speech, an added lisp causing her accent to border on nonsensical.  "Ye hab dat look."

Ariane shakes her head.  "I wasn't thinking of anything sexy this time, honest!"

"Uh-huh.  Cad I pud dese away now?  Iz hahd to talk."

[astrobei]

they see right through me/can you see right through me/i see right through me