#spacial-tears

[merziggy]

Sometimes when I'm doing the Hudson sign quests, I mostly understand the assignment...

.....aaaaand sometimes we use tumbleweed as stabilizer....

[c-herondale]

Obsessed with how Annabeth isn't spacial, she isn't a chosen one, she has no demigod magic powers, she is for all intents and purposes, a fairly normal girl.

But she poured her blood, sweat and tears into becoming the best warrior she could be. She trained hard for years because she knew she had disadvantages and she didn't want to be seen as weak.

She's literally known in Camp and by monsters like Alecto as the most powerful demigod alive and she doesn't have powers. It's almost as of girls don't need to be magical to be a hero!

[julietsbody]

ultraviolence

words : 2,261

tags : gun kink , fucked with a gun , predator / prey , reader has a prey kink , peacekeeper ! snow , light sadism , size difference , size kink , obsessive behavior , power play , creampies , orgasm delay / denial

a/n : idk what came over me whilst writing this im gonna be so honest…. semi inspired by Cherienymphe‘s “everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer” fic!!! its so good

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!!! ( divider by pommecita )

snow barely had any empathy for people, let alone any districts. he was a man who fell into poverty himself, but he got out of it, he was a capitol and he’s friends with those that come from the highest statuses. normally people felt pity for those in the districts, they scavenged for food, or proper clothing. not snow, he thought it was a game to watch them snatch up fresh bread and run like their lives depend on it. because it does, they survive, they live another day and satisfy their hungers, if they get caught, they’ll be dead in seconds— especially if coriolanus catches them. 

he liked the power he had, the fact that he could do almost anything he desired and get away with it because the districts had been committing a crime anyway, he just stopped them from doing it any more. he liked that they would cower underneath him, beg for their lives, he liked that he had the power to give them a simple warning, to let them off the hook, but he never did. 

not until now. 

he found himself chasing yet another bunny, heavy boots padding behind your thin, poorly made shoes. 

something about the adrenaline rushing through your veins had a heat developing in between your legs, like it was a primal reaction, an animalistic urge. he nearly noticed in the way your steps staggered, but that could be lack of spacial awareness, which he noted that you had. you were so busy running in straight lines you didn’t even bother to juke him or to hide. 

easy prey, aren’t you? 

he thought that at first, until your steps suddenly changed, turning to the right. 

and you had disappeared between the greens and tall trees, his wild eyes raced around the all too silent forest. he tuts, a low taunt, “where are you, bunny?” 

his voice came out sing - songy, having your breathing shake from the tree you hid behind, your thighs pressed together. 

how was a hunt so intimate, so sexual? 

“why are you hiding from me, bunny?” his voice is softer, as if he’s pouting. 

you hear his boots snap twigs with ease, crush leaves into fragile pieces, dip through mud. he was getting closer, like a wolf stalking it’s prey, like he knew where you hid. you tried to hold your breath, to keep yourself hidden, but it was no use. he rounded the corner, and you ran into a sprint again, nearly dropping the bread you had taken. 

if you hadn’t dropped it then, you were sure to now. 

his arms took you into a threatening hold, at first pushing you into a tree, then slamming you against the floor when you wriggled at his grasp. his panting breath, your fearful whines, the begging that sat on your tongue silently, it was as if sex had been happening even with your clothes on. your tears well with tears at being slammed on the hard ground, and he feels the fabric of his pants tighten at the sight. 

“please,” here comes the begging, music to his ears, “it’s my first time stealing, i’ve never done this before—“ 

“is that so?” his head cocks to the side, holding down your wriggling hands, “i’m sure i’ve seen you before, doll.” 

“you must be mistaken,” your puffy lips part, breath heaving as you try to pull away from him. 

it doesn’t work, he just simply holds you down, he easily could with one hand if he wanted to, “are you calling me a liar?” 

it was embarrassing, truly, being so turned on by the way his voice deepened with firmness, by the way he held you down with such ease, “of course not, i would never—“ 

“you just did, though,” his tone is biting, typically he doesn’t let conversations last this long, but something about you was different. his eyes catch on to the way your thighs are rubbing together, not in a way to try to free yourself from him, but where you crave friction. “my, my, what do we have here?” 

his hand taps against your thigh, pulling up the hem of your dress, his eyes land on yours, waiting for confirmation. 

you immediately nod, it’s so quick, impatient, he adores it. 

his long fingers lace around both of your wrists whilst the other pries your thighs apart, noticing the way fluids soil your panties. 

“how cute,” he observes out loud, allowing his hunger to show in the way he nearly rips your panties apart whilst harshly tugging the, down, watching how your legs immediately fall apart into a spread, panties hanging off your ankle for dear life. you were so desperate, you were willing to do this in the woods, present yourself to a peacekeeper just because you had gotten horny merely off a chase. 

his hand smoothes against your right inner thigh, feeling goosebumps form in prickles, and the way you shiver underneath each touch. his hand is large against your cunt, a single finger moving through it to feel the wetness, your hips immediately buck, desperate for more. 

his chuckle is soon silenced by his hand raising to his mouth, just so he can taste your slick. 

removing it with a pop, a curt smile tugs at his lips, sweet, like honey. 

his hand smoothes down your inner thigh again, and you realize he’s teasing you, “officer—“

his thumb is threateningly close to your cunt, “hm?” 

“touch me,” you breathe out, “please.” 

how funny is it that the last time you said please to him you were begging for your life? 

“like this?” his eyebrow quirks, pad of his thumb moving to swipe against your clit, your back arches ever so slightly. 

the whine that emits from you is far too loud for his liking, so he hushes you with gentle shhs, thumb rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves. 

“you don’t want people to hear us, hm?” he hums, “to find out you’re letting a peacekeeper touch you in such ways, truly scandalous.” 

he can imagine it being front page of the district newspaper, girl caught fucking peacekeeper in woods! 

your fingers twitch in his grasp, finding his movements far too slow, and he finds your movements and whines far too annoying. 

he moves to plunge a finger into your cunt, making your whines hush to whimpers, unintelligible words. 

“real impatient, aren’t you?” his finger moves slow at first, watching the way your hips move against it in response, “maybe i should just put you in your place.” 

he removes his finger, watching the way you desperately clench around nothing. his hand moves to grab his machine gun, which he had ditched as soon as he threw you to the floor, he finally releases your wrists, you have a chance to run if you wanted to, but you didn’t— because you didn’t want to run, because the fear that filled you when he aimed his gun at you had even more of your fluids escaping the oyster between your legs. 

he moves to cock it, taking it off the safety. 

“fully loaded,” he reminds you, but also seems to be reminding himself. 

he seems to believe you don’t believe him in the way you look up at him through glossy eyes, and he moves to aim his gun at a nearby tree, one to your right, directly behind you. and he shot, birds cawed as they flew away from the loud shots, he noticed how you flinched, immediately moving to the safety of his grasp, and he only smiled, how adorable that you find safety in the man who had enough power to kill you in seconds. 

he hushes your fears, not reassuring anything about your safety as he moves the gun tip your legs back apart, one of his hands leaving it as he wraps it around your wrists once more, holding you back down in a missionary position. the hand on his gun was less steady now, finger tight against the trigger, it had you biting your lip. he traces along your inner thigh with the tip of the gun, “you’re gonna be a good girl, right?” 

he watches you immediately nod, so eager, “yes, yes, officer.” 

his gun passes a trail down to your cunt, pressing against your clit, he could shoot right now, the finger on the trigger was so tight, so unsupported. he could slip once and shoot directly into you, something about that thrilled you more, made your hips buck against the gun, practically riding the weapon. he admires your desperation, the way your face twists with pleasure as you move against the cool material that built the gun. 

he eventually pulls the tip of the gun down, until it’s at your entrance. 

he watches your eyes widen as the metal dips inside of you, spreading you open with ease. 

your hands flail in his tight hold, “it hurts— officer, wait—“ 

“hm?” he pauses for a mere second, “sweet bunny, you can take it.” 

the pain soon subdues to pleasure as he begins moving the gun again, pumping it in and out of you and coating the black of the weapon with your milky slick. whimpers of pain soon become moans of pleasure, the tears that had built a gloss over your eyes dipping down your cheeks as your eyes close, hips bucking against the weapon. 

“easy, bunny, easy,” his voice is strained, like seeing you cry awakens something within him, when your hips stop moving against his gun he continues to pump it, faster this time, “good girl, gonna cum all over my gun?” 

you nod, more tears escaping as the thrill of your possible death and the pleasure from the weapon that may cause it becomes all too much. a deep groan vibrates from his chest at the sight of you crying, lips parting to continue, “that’s it, good, good.” 

it’s as if you crying is enough to have him reaching his climax already, as if seeing you cry felt like jerking off. 

the gun widens the more it goes into you, stretching you until you’ll be nothing but a gaping mess from his gun when he’s done. 

so filthy, to be easily stretched out by something that has killed many, how terribly cruel of you, to be cumming on it. 

and the man who had done it is merely watching, admiring you like this was an art gallery, and you were the center piece. he notices the way you near your orgasm, as your hips can’t help but grind down on the gun, moans escaping past your nearly bitten to bleeding lips. and you start calling out to him, “officer, officer, please— can i cum— please.” 

a mere plead, and if snow was a good man, he would say yes, but he wasn’t one. 

“no, bunny, you ran from me,” his finger slides against the trigger, staring at you with a new tint glossing over his eyes, “do you think you deserve to cum?” 

“yes, i need to, i want—“ your breath quickens, mindlessly grinding down onto the gun. 

“no,” he pulls the gun out, depraving you of every wish. he notices the way you whimper, thighs pressing together and rubbing in desire to form friction. there was none, and soon he was tossing his gun to the side, tugging his pants and boxers down ever so slightly to free his cock, then prying your legs apart once more. 

he carefully moves himself between your legs, his hand around your wrists finally freeing them, admiring the red ring he left from how tight his grip was. the same hand moved to fall against your throat, fingertips dipping in to your delicate skin as he guides his dick to your entrance, carefully pushing into you. he feels you tense underneath him at the feeling of him filling you once more, the length and girth enough to reach your intestines, you were sure of it. 

once he bottoms out, he notices the way a bulge appears at your pelvis, popping up against the skin then falling to a settle with each thrust. his other hand moves to your mouth, his fingers spreading your pillow lips apart, your salty taste pressing against your own tongue. 

“taste yourself, bunny, so sweet, hm?” he grunts with each thrust, practically manhandling you with each snap of his hips, fingers dipping down your throat. he watches your eyes roll back, mumbling pleas for the satisfaction of your orgasm to finally come, your bodily fluids sticking to his pelvis and his dick, your walls pulsed around him, drooling onto his cock. 

he nears his climax almost immediately, nose scrunching slightly, “cum, cum for me, sweet bunny.” 

“officer—“ your back arches off the earthy ground as you finally reach your climax, moans vibrating against his flesh and he continues to thrust, riding out your orgasm, overstimulating you until he’s practically fucking you dumb. eventually, he bottoms out, pumping you nearly full of his cum. he moves his hand from your mouth, sticky from your saliva, and takes your panties off your ankle, pulling out and plugging your hole with your own panties. just so you don’t lose any of his cum. 

“there, now you can walk around with my cum inside of you, how sweet.” he takes his hands off of you, moving to tuck his softening dick away and standing. 

he offers your limp body a wink, swiping up his gun, and following up with a, “don’t let me catch you again, doll.” 

[beah388love]

You have an argument

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist TUA Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and five get in an argument..

Warnings: Arguing,reader nearly dies,reader gets injured,blood,stitches,fighting,guns!!! (please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Your running again you thought to yourself as you ran up the path as fast as you could as three blonde men shot at you with guns. You was using your reality warping power to try and dodge the bullets and people.

On the side above you, on the roofs of the buildings five was spacial jumping, he knew he had to grab you soon but didn't know what time to do it.

But obviously he didn't do it fast enough..

You was exhausted, you both knew how tired you get trying to use your reality warping power to slow down time, it's the hardest thing to do for you but you was trying your hardest as you ran.

And you could feel your body giving out form exhaustion but it was okay because five was going to spacial jump you soon...

You was running as fast as your legs could, until you felt a striking pain In your leg as it gave out, causing you to collapse onto the floor with a hard wack.

"Shit!" Five shouted to himself as he noticed you wasn't running, he couldn't see you anywhere, *maybe she's hiding?* he thought to himself until he thought again.. he knew you wouldn't be hiding..

"Fuck..." he muttered as he saw you laying on the ground holding your leg as the three men were getting closer too you.

He spacial jumped too you as fast as he could and grabbed you teleporting you to a roof somewhere further up the road.

"Ah!" You hissed as he grabbed you

"What happened?! What the fuck were you thinking?!" He yelled at you angrily.

"Now you've lost the briefcase and you've fucked the mission up!" He yelled at you and you couldn't help but get teary as he yelled at you.

"Now what the fuck are we supposed to tell the commission?! You never listen?! Are you fucking stupid?!" He shouted at you

"I told you to go left and use your powers?! But oh what did you do? Nothing I fucking told you to!!" He yelled at you for what felt like hours.

And all you did was just sit there and try to hide your tears.

He didn't even notice, he just carried on yelling at you, he didn't even notice that you couldn't follow the plan because you got shot.

He didn't even notice. You thought to yourself.

As he turned around yelling at you still, you tried to stand up but that's when all the pain hit you at once as the adrenaline died down, you couldn't move your leg let alone stand up.

You hissed in pain and fell to the ground, grabbing fives attention immediately.

"What's wrong?!" He asked you frantically

"I-I got shot.." you hissed in pain and he quickly took a look at your wound and didn't look happy..

"They got me good didnt they?" you huffed in pain as you looked at your wound.

Five quickly ripped off his tie and wrapped it around your leg hoping it would lessen the amount of blood pouring out of your leg.

He without warning grabbed your arm and spacial jumped you to a hotel next door and he quickly carried you onto the bed, going to the bathroom to grab something.

You heard him rummaging through all the cupboards cursing and swearing as he did.

"F-five!" You whimpered in pain and not long later he came out with a pair of tweezers and a towel.

He sat down on the bed next to you and grabbed your leg gently but firmly "wait! Wait! Stop!" You yelled at him wacking his hands away.

"What?! I need to get the bullet out!" He yelled back at you.

"Please be gentle..." you muttered quietly, taken back by him yelling at you.

Five sighed and he looked at you in the eyes but you looked down "y/n look at me." He said gently holding your chin "trust me." he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"O-okay.." you muttered as you held out your leg on top of his lap and he tried to as gently as he could - get the bullet out of your leg, but you did hiss in pain and get teary eyed.

Once he got the bullet out he wrapped his tie around the wound again since you had no bandages.

"T-thank you.." you whispered loud enough for him to hear and went under the covers to lay down, you was so tired from using your power too much and five knew that.

He felt so bad for yelling at you, he only yelled at you because he was worried about you getting hurt or dying-

God he doesn't even want to think about it.

"Y/n..? I- im sorry." He said as he sat in the end of the bed afraid to face you.

You didn't respond, you didn't forgive him yet, he was horrible to you.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you, I'm sorry, I only did because I was afraid you'd hurt yourself, which you did."

"And that was all my fault, I didn't spacial jump in time for you to escape" five ran his hand through his hair out of frustration.

"It's okay five, It's not your fault" you spoke but he didn't believe you.

"Im not forgiving you just get, but I still love you fivey" you joked and gave him a big kiss on the cheek making him crack a smile and give you one in return.

"Now can we sleep, I'm tired..I used like all my power in me today stopping those bullets" you yawned and laid back down with five but five pulled you into his chest and held you close to him.

When he thought you had fallen asleep, he whispered things into your hair.

"I love you so much, it's indescribable. I'm so so sorry" he muttered into your hair as he inhaled your scent, as it comforted him.

You smirked as you fell asleep to his loving whispers.

[chaostroberry1]

I want to read Ror's newest spin off since it got all over fyp, but I can't find it anywhere -,-

By the way if you don't mind, can I get a smut request of the trio underworld -(Hades, Beelzy, Adamas)- with a subby wife F reader? Perhaps an angryfuck with breeding bcs their wifey keeps demanding things from them while they're busy/tired? (we love hardworking husband) Ngl I love them so much

I hope it's not too much! I'm waiting for ur art too >⁠.⁠<

Hi!! This is one hell of a request anon 😆 haha

Hades, Adamas, Beelzebub (separate) × sub!wife!reader

°•Angry•°

Hades

he was doing paperwork and all, and was completely stressed. The man was completely overworked, and you weren't making things any better.

You were so needy. Like a pet. Always demanding affection, love, and everything else. It was tiring.

So when he finally had enough, he decided to just play into your needs and spread your legs. Since you wanted it so much, he'll give you all the love he's stored up.

----

"haa...haaa~! Hubby..~!!" You moaned, your eyes glazed with lust as his fingers added up into your tight little clit opening. He was good with his fingers, not to mention the speed he had was beyond human.

There you were, on the bed, your legs spread wide and well. The air hitting all your sensitive skin, your pussy throbbing with pleasure. Your shirt was above your tits—making them stand out more.

Your beloved husband was fingerfucking you to tears. Your whines and cries echoing throughout the big spacial room, one that was meant for a king and a queen to have their privacy. The background was full of slimy sticky sounds of your pussy being pleasured by your sweetheart.

"didn't you say you wanted my attention, dearest? Here I am now. What more do you want?" He spoke, before withdrawing his fingers, his hands making its way to his pants. When you looked, there stood an erect cock, waiting to pounce on your vulnerable little holes.

He slid his cock in-between your slit. Rubbing it with renewed vigor. It took a few tries for him to push the tip inside your pretty little clit, before it finally slid in.

"are you happy now, my queen?"

Your sobs and sniffles were a melody to his ears when he pushed more of his length into your clit, his hips moving back and forth, picking up speed and eventually deep breeding you. Pumping your belly full of his future babies.

Don't worry, he can last long enough to make you happy and fulfilled, just like you asked.

Adamas

Adamas was tired. Very tired of your 'whining', or that's how he prefers to call it. He's been finished with all your bullshit. You should have never lit fire to a man with a short fuse. He was not one to let things go so easily.

When he arrived to you, instead of giving you his nut, mf makes you suck him off instead. Then watches you struggle, before putting you in Doggystyle position and immediately going at it.

You really thought there would be like, foreplay or something? Hell no. Straight to the point.

---

"well? How's it feel you fuckin princess? You like that? It what you asked for, yeah?"

He looked down at you, before flipping you again to lay on your back, just so that he could watch your pretty little face all pink and stained with tears.

"you wanted attention, didn't you? Well, hell, here's the attention you've been demanding. Will that shut you up for a while? Such a drama queen."

He'd pound you till your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, looking all pretty for him. A sight he loved to see when he was in the mood.

He's not really one to use his fingers. He prefers to just use his cock, letting it do all the work for him. His hands are busy with your tits. Rolling and pinching them like they aren't sensitive.

If you love it rough, he's the man for you.

Beelzebub

He was completely tired after doing random experiments, and looking through recent papers connected to his new ideas. But you would not stop demanding for his attention.

You need to give this man ana award for putting up with you. Especially knowing how he is. All you do all day is ask for things and be all needy with him, even if he doesn't have much time to spare for you. Which is why he found a good solution for it.

That solution? Fucking your brains out. What a genius.

But think about it. If he fucks you well and good, then not only will he get a rest from all your constant whining, but also give you what you asked for. It's a win-win situation.

---

Now that he had you stroke and pump his cock, he did not waste a second to squeeze his whole length inside. Your moans visible, but clearly ignored.

"beel...beel...there- there! That's the spot!!"

Instead of going faster, he decided to slow down. Pushing deep, slow and sensual. It was pure torture, but luckily for you, the man was an expert with his tongue. He'd lick your clit and suck it slowly, making you cum and throb. Before sucking in a rougher way.

"there, you asked for this. I'll make sure to finish up soon."

He'd whisper, before pushing his cock back in, this time, ready to pump you full. You wanted love? Here it is. Oh, but I'm only talking about Beelzebub here. What about his curse? Well.

You'd moan so much to the point your voice grows hoarse from all the noise you made. Your cheeks would stain and flow with tears. If Beelzebub was bad, you better look at Satan. Once this thing comes out, you'll be coming multiple times too.

Finger fucking your butthole, pounding your clit after, cock slapping in between your pussy lips, and so much more.

Because you asked for it. He's only doing it for you.

[stealingyourbones]

Hey Bones, I saw your thing about a Bat family member becoming a ghost and it reminded me of a very heart breaking au a friend and I came up with a while back that I don't remember if I submitted or not. Either way, be prepared to have your heart broken.

Tim is dead. He's been dead for a while actually. But No one seems to have noticed. He looks and feels just as solid as he did before he died, even if he's got a lower body temperature and doesn't seem to get hurt on patrol beyond bumps and bruises. Never anything that would land him in med Bay, never anything that would make his family check on him.

No one has noticed the way he doesn't eat anymore, or the fact he doesn't sleep. He's extended his patrol hours and cut back on time at Wayne Enterprises. He's pretty sure not even Alfred noticed. He knows the Kryptonians aren't worried about him not having a heart beat and they have no reason to tell anyone. They know he has a special device that can hide him from their senses and tests it on Kon a lot to make him focus on spacial awareness beyond his hearing. He used it a lot before he died. They just think he hasn't turned it off in a while.

Tim remembers how he died. Not fully, but there are pieces. He remembers he was fighting someone on a bridge and he didn't call for back up because he thought he could handle it. He doesn't remember who he thought he could handle. He remembers something stinging his arm. A bug? No a bug couldn't bite through Kevlar, it was a needle. Then everything started going dark and he was stumbling back. His back hit something hard and he tiped over it. He thought he could land on the other side. He remembers wondering why his suit felt so damp and heavy as the world went black around him.

Tim's body is still at the bottom of the bay where it will likely stay forever with so, so many other bodies. It makes Tim wonder, why him? Why not everyone else who ended up down there? Why not everyone who has died in Gothem? Did he come back like Jason did, is it something to do with being a vigilante? Tim checks his own pulse again while he's alone. Yep. Still dead. He continues on his patrol and tries to shove those thoughts away.

So what if Tim's dead? He's still here and he still has work to do. His family is full of detectives. If they can't figure out that something as important as death has happened to one of their own? Well then Tim thinks they need to pay more attention. He ignores the pain that curls in the back of his mind at that thought.

It's been 6 months. Why hasn't anyone noticed? Tim can't help but wonder if they ever will.

Howdy its me @bonebrokebuddy answering. I'm Twone's (twin bones) twin who is helping answer asks because this fucker has like, over 100 of them in her ask box and I help her with making prompt ideas frequently so she trusts me to not horribly fuck up her account.

This is my first answer for her I've written because I had my screen on low brightness and on darkmode, so your profile jump scared the shit out of me when I scrolled past it. Therefore im answering this one first.

Anywho, from my chronic inability to write angst here goes: Tim died, came back and none of the Bats seemed to care. So what? It's not like his best friends hadn't done the same thing. And he was tired and sick of the Bats thinking his entire life revolved around them.

So he packed up his bags and headed to Kansas.

The Bats might not be worried but neither was Kon or Bart. They're actually thrilled after getting over their initial grief that Tim now has also personally experienced death and came back. The funeral was a rather small, breif, and quiet afar. Kon made sure to help locate Tim's corpse and Bart helped with the eulogy (surprisingly heartfelt and moved them all to tears.)

Sure, they're sad that Tim died but he's right in front of them, it's a little more difficult to morn when you've been laughing at said dead guy who got stuck halfway through phasing out of the wall. And now Tim can keep track with them!

Kon is a little pissed that Tim can now go intangible and escape his TTK so he can't take away Tim's coffee anymore. But it's kinda worth it. The first time he took Rob on his favorite flight path, he's never wanted anything else than to hear Tim's breathless laugh and see his frighteningly perfect smile again. They now often go on flights together, high above the clouds with no-one else but them for thousands of miles around. (it almost felt like a date)

Bart knew this would happen one day. He was from the future, of course he knew that Tim Drake, formerly Red Robin, died at age 19 and changed his alias to The Grey Ghost. It doesn't mean that Bart doesn't morn the passing of his friend. Tim means a lot to him and the brief guilt that he did not stop Tim's death also quickly passes. He can finally show Tim that hiding space in the walls that no one else can get to without phasing through the wall! One other thing. Bart is unsure if Kon has noticed yet, which he knows Kon isn't the most observant of the old young justice crew but he has to have noticed it by now. Ever since Tim left Gotham he's developed an insane appetite despite claiming that he didn't need to eat while in Gotham and also being dead so why does he need to eat? (Unknown to Bart, Kansas doesn't have as much ambient ectoplasm as Gotham and Tim is starting to experience the withdraw symptoms. If the trio don't realize how to fix Tim's worsening symptoms soon, Tim might actually die for good this time.)

[spacebaby1]

After you (PART 5)

(Reader!Nanami's widower / Gojo Satoru)

It's been two days since you last talked to Satoru. However, you have been holding it better than the last few days. You were sitting on the couch feeding Yuji while Choso was watching the TV sitting in front of you when you heard the bell rang, followed with a few knocking. Carefully, you placed Yuji on the pillow as he slept and made your way towards the door. Opening the door, you noticed Suguru; who you haven't seen in a while since he was abroad on work trip. Your eyes widened, and you both immediately went for a hug, Suguru and you were childhood friends. "Oh Gosh, I missed you, I'm so so sorry for your loss, beautiful girl." His words made your tears fall like a river, after all you weren't holding on as strongly as you thought, "I'm sorry I wasn’t there for you, I tried to leave as soon as I could. Shhh. " He caressed your hair.

"Suguru" you cried pulling away and whipped your tears with your sleeves as he still held you to his side, "come in, when did you arrive in Tokyo?" You asked letting him and shutting the door.

He turned to look at you, "just few minutes ago, I immediately drove here to see you, I was worried you haven't been replying to anyone, not even satoru." He said as you invited him to the living-room. You shrugged, "I think I was just tired and with the kids." Suguru placed his gentle hand on your head, "it's okay, as long as you are okay and the kid-"

"Sugu!" Choso ran to hug his leg. "Ohh, look at you getting big, oh my you're heavy." Suguru said lifting Choso throwing him in air and catching him earning giggles from the little boy.

"You drove here instead of getting home? The girls probably miss you Suguru." You said as you both sat on the couch and Choso ran to watch his cartoon. "I called the girls and don't worry they are with mom. Besides they're out for the day and I thought I'll check up on you first."

You smiled looking at your hands, "plus is little bear sleeping? I wanna hold him, gimmy gimmy I wanna bite him." You laughed at how Suguru called Yuji ""a little bear"" since he was in his warm bear onesie. You placed half sleepy Yuji in Suguru's arms, "hello, you little bear" Suguru kissed your sons cheek gently rocking him in his arms, you just sat there when Choso decided to jump in your arms, eyes heavy watching Suguru rock Yuji in his arms. In his mind Suguru reminded him of how Nanami would hold Yuji, "hey, baby. You okay?" You kissed his chubby cheeks and choso hugged you nuzzling his fluffy head in your neck, "you miss daddy?" You whispered and Choso nodded hugging your chest. Suguru held back his tears as he watched Choso's lost gaze at his baby brother. Carefully Suguru placed now sleeping baby yuji on the pillow and opend his arms, "come here! Who's my big boy?" Choso smiled a little running into Suguru's arms. You took Yuji from the couch and placed his in his little stroller.

"Look at your hair, we matching, look?" Suguru pointed at his shoulder length hair with a smile that was hiding tears and you looked away afraid that you'll start crying. They all loved your Nanami as much if not more than you; he was spacial to then all and now he wasn't there.

"Let's go out? Take the kids out?" Suguru suggested as he was caressing Choso's hair as he had his head pressed against Suguru's chest. You shrugged, "I don't know, I don't feel like it-"

Suguru held your hand with his empty one, "come on, just for a little bit? To change the atmosphere? What do you say Cho? Should we go to a café that has many many many sweets? Bet Satoru would like to join us. What do you say?"

Your son beamed at the mention of his favourite uncle, "yay! 'Toru's comin?" Choso asked.

You couldn't deny your kids from anything that made them happy even if it was seeing your best friend right now. "What do you say mama? Café? Please please?" Suguru and Choso pouted at you. With a small chuckle you nodded. Suguru pulled out his phone, "I'll text Satoru then, want me to help Choso change?" Suguru asked and you smiled, "sure, I'll go change to." Suguru stood up with Choso in his arms holding his high he spoke, "come on superman, let's get you ready." Choso giggled as Suguru flew him in the air still holding him carefully. And you followed after to your room.

[snailvine]

can you just. Talk about them. Give me some random facts. if you can’t think of any, here’s some of my random questions. i like this shwo a lot

Who in the main cast likes stupid. bad puns??? what are each of their favorite activities??? will there be emotions. i have seen everyone’s emotions in the show but i wanna see more i wanna get a better understanding of them & stuff :3

anyways that’s all i can think of i love your queer lunch show

oh boy anon you gave me a LOT to talk about hehehe >:)

TW: likes bad puns, will scream about it

far-sighted and color blind, has no idea

favorite color is “ooo, i’d have to go with… can i pick the rainbow?? I CANT CHOOOOSE theyre all too good so all of them hehe :)”

enjoys fishing and women (and nonbinary ppl)

i wrote in the original character doc, “She’s so silly silly silly I want to throw her into a microwave”

AJ: likes bad puns, will not admit it

near-sighted, wears contacts most of the time

favorite color is “uhh… i dunno, blue?”

enjoys cooking (duh). does NOT enjoy staying in bed just watching Objecttube videos but does that a lot for some reason….

a chill fella. he’s real. he’s honest. and he’s got a silly center. all around whole package guy. but he’s not one to take initiative most the time. it’s kinda hard to get him to… care.. especially if it’s about himself…

GC: hates bad puns (unless AJ is the one that makes them pft)

20/20 vision, ironically they have bad spacial awareness

favorite color is yellow

enjoys reading, journaling, cooking (duh), grocery shopping. used to draw and do theatre but fell out of it.

they’re very clumsy and a TOTAL loser. and it’s easy to make them nervous. they also don’t often take initiative, but more due to their anxieties than apathy. but, they have a BIG heart. and so much love for everyone important to them.

..crazily enough, when the pair was younger, they were completely swapped. wonder what happened…

TT: likes stupid puns too, of course.

average vision, i mean he’s still a kid so it could get worse

periwinkle…

enjoys drawing and playing and eating and running around and ball games and making commercials literally everything he will be happy doing anything.

personality.. he’s the silly of all time. the funny! the goofy! has million times more energy than grills and aps (combined even). zooms around like a little pubby. i refuse to say any of his issues! haha!

as for your question “will there be emotions?”

….yes. lots of them. lots of good ones, lots of bad ones. enough emotions that if i think too hard about them i start to tear up ouhhhhh…

…

ANYWAYS im happy you like them so much! and thanks for asking questions! i like them too :)

[fiberturkey89]

This time, we take a look at Harumi and Echo Zane in my AU Headcanons!

Her and Echo Zane considered each other family, because fate/the Ninja took something from them. (The Ninja took Dr.Julien away from the light house, and the Ninja's lack of spacial awareness/Lloyd's release of the Serpentine took Harumi's parents from her). Echo's also the only one allowed to call her Rumi on occasion.

Note: she let Lloyd use it because it was a way to lower his defences by getting to nickname level)

She was the one who got him a new body thanks to her status as the Jade Princess. (Nobody questioned her, and she asked kindly that nobody mentioned it either). Echo is Mr.E in this AU. (As it should've been in canon TOMMY.)

Harumi actually wanted to be a teacher when she loved a normal life, particularly.. English(?) Ninjargon(?) and a social studies teacher. She did still bother learning more than she should've though, she did like some of the lessons the Jade Palace offered.

Echo Zane would have been a painter of various kinds! But his favourite would have to be water colour or acrylic paint - though he has a fondness for pastel art too. That's also how he enjoys understanding the world around him, capturing it in art.

Echo Zane would remember the Skybound timeline better than others. He has a distinct hatred for Jay and Nya. The order it goes in, however, is Zane, Jay, and Nya. While he does dislike Kai and Cole too, it's indifference in comparison to true hatred.

Harumi and Echo would be split apart, as when Echo was destroyed, Garmadon had his parts hidden away so that Harumi couldn't repair him. She did shed some tears for the Nindroid, hurting as she couldn't do anything.

Echo was rebuilt around the events of Prime Empire-Master of the mountain while Harumi was revived not too long after the events of March of the Oni.

The Departed Realm was cold, and so she developed a resistance - it made her afraid of unsteady floors, shaky ground, and open spaces. After her revival at the hands of the Overlord, she was forced into subjugation.

She attempted to go back to the Departed Realm, but the Overlord would take control and stop her. He allowed her to create Mr. F who (stands for Failure - a reminder that she failed Echo, who is her companion.)

Post Crystallized, Lloyd would actually visit her in Kryptarium alongside the much more hesitant Morro. The two of them understood most that destiny/fate had dealt them the worst hands(even though Morro believes it's a stupid point as it happened to the Ninja a whole) but Lloyd and him did know what it was like to be without parents for the longest time.

Keep in mind, Lloyd didn't forgive her- not by a longshot. And he was afraid of her, but.. she didn't deserve to be alone like he and Morro were. So they kept coming and going (sometimes together or alone), eventually getting through to a different Harumi. She's not good by any means, but she does just want to survive.

Kai also gets it but he hates her for what she did to Lloyd. the same applies with Nya and both constantly threaten to either drown or torch her)

Note: I do love the idea of morally, gray Harumi and Echo Zane- I wish we got to see that Crystallized.

[joelletwo]

apropos of aaaabsolutely nothing happy EST wound fucking wednesday. this post is just for that one reader

[ID: rendered robots franchise fanart of oppie and megs (the recent cartoon for kids iteration of them) stradding each other mid-wrestle. they both show wear and tear. megs, scowling, is punching op's grille-abdomen, warping the metal, other hand gripping his shoulder to pull him down into the hit and falling backwards a bit with the momentum himself. oppie, frowning deepy or grimacing, has one hand gripping megs' thigh and the other on one of his shoulder spikes to keep him from being able to maneuver or escape. he reels back with the punch but still rests stably on splayed-out knees, one slid under megs, adding to megs' unbalance and making him kick out his own leg that oppie straddles.]

pre-canon war stuffs........................ that can at least exist in my mind palace of Not Really Knowing Jack Shit

ONE good turn deserves another i would say...... meaning a big trip thru the lb tab collecting a folder of relevant unconscionable violence vibes i didnt even get to use all of*/push as far as i could have. and then a lot of time doing chain-licking meditations on big blocky 3d shapes. and then a lot of time wrestling with that one csp 3d model pose set. WELL. when i saw what u were sketching the other day i lost my fucking mind trying not to say anything kjsdfg so hopefully good sign this will be received well o7 <22

*my dreams of putting tfs in clothes was not an appropriate venture for first times drawing tfs. YET

+ just the lines bc good lord i drew so many details on Those Things. looking at other ppls art styles. i didnt even have to do that i dont even need to feel bad abt the bits that broke my spacial understanding no one is doing 1:1 replicas. but it was kind of nicely meditative to whittle away at actually i enjoyed it

[ID: same pic, colors and shading removed to show oppies lineart was a bright blue and megs' a bright orange]

things i gained a heightened appreciation for in this venture: the way that megs' pelvis design elements look like he has a jacket tied around his waist. CUTE. his BIIIIIG fucking boots i didnt get to show off. his faaaaaaaace chiseling. oppies 1:1 accuracy little windshield wipers. difference in frame between them (most of the robots seem to have narrow waists but i like that i can accurately draw megs still a little Built there. fun!) the joiiiiinnnnntt articulation logic on these guys is so neat kudos to. franchise full of robot designers that are extra incentivized to make them at least somewhat real-world workable.

+ honorable mention: THEYRE SO WIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE. taking up the entire 4:3 frame space in episodes. throwing out half the oversketch notes i took of the csp models bc they simply did not matter and would not be visible underneath both of these guys blocking each other kjghsdf

anyways. to say. HAPPY TO BLOG AT THE SAME TIME AS YOUUUUUUUUUU and heres to another year of getting to know the most delightful wonderful realm of things and ways to get weird with things thru it vicariously and firsthand. dearly beloved blogging bestie who i hope has a nice day ^_^!!!!

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

I don't remember where I read this small fic about Reader and the BAU team getting in a car crash but I honestly need more lol

Male Reader isn't a driver, he's more into motorcycles because they don't need as much spacial awareness as cars do. But ue does know how to drive since you need a drivers license to get a motorcycle license. Well during a long drive to find an unsub's location out in the woods, the team took turns driving. Derek knows that Reader is uncomfortable being behind a wheel and volunteers to stay up with him, making sure he's okay like the dad friend he is.

What the team doesnt know is that the unsub knows they're being followed and so the unsub decides to cause a wreck by speeding down one of the darkened trails in the woods and hits the BAU car

You can decide how injured everyone is and I hope this is an okay request

Is there a possibility it was this fic ?

Word count: 1152

Warnings: car crash, impaled, injuries, blood

"How far out is this place?" JJ asks. Your current suspect (who you were almost 100% sure was the unsub) lived in a remote cabin in the middle of the woods.

"Four hours,"

"I'm sorry, it's four hours out?!" You exclaimed, head whipping in Hotch's direction. "He's driving four hours to dump a body? That's commitment..."

"What's the driving schedule?" Emily asked.

"Me, Morgan, Rossi and then (Y/N)," Hotch said.

"I don't know if it's a good idea," You say, hesitant. "I don't drive that often..."

"Hey man, I'll stay up, keep you company," Morgan offers with a grin, knowing that being the only one awake would add to your worry.

"Thanks," You give him a grin.

"What is it with you and motorcycles, anyway?" Emily teases.

"I don't need as much spatial awareness with them," You explain with a smirk.

She turned to Hotch, "Are we really letting this guy drive?"

"Just get in the car," Morgan laughed. The first two and a half hours of the journey, you were fine, not too anxious, knowing that you had a while before you actually had to drive. Then during Morgan's shift, he decides to stop for coffee - and naturally, you drink one too. Which was a bad move because now you're anxious as fuck. It starts with your knees bouncing, hands shaking, before you force your eyes closed and picture a variety of different movie scenes - mentally rewriting them so they ended the way they should have.

And, soon enough, it's your turn. Morgan makes sure to sit in the passenger seat, so that when everyone goes to sleep, at least you have him to chat to without worrying so much that you might wake the others.

Morgan, as promised, stays awake and you both find yourself debating the alternative movie endings you came up with earlier. Apparently, Morgan doesn't believe that Tony should have lived at the end of Endgame (and honestly, he's wrong - and you make sure to tell him that).

You pause the current conversation, squinting into the darkness, trying to figure out what it was exactly you could see just past the light of the headlights. "What the-?"

Morgan joins you in your confusion. You get slightly closer, slowing down just in case. And you can see the number plate, "Is that the unsub's vehicle?" Morgan asks, you're about to answer when the lights flick on and the car's speeding towards you with no sign of swerving.

"Shit!" You yell, swerving until a tree seemingly appears from nowhere and you slam the breaks, but it's too late and the car collides with the tree and then unsub's vehicle collides with the SUV. Your grip on the wheel is tight, even as the car crumbles, even as the metal dents around your legs and sides, even as the air bag activates and winds you, even as a sharp pain hits your torso. And then your grip loosens as you lose consciousness.

When you come to, the first thing you register is the pain, every part of your body hurts. "Is- Is everyone okay?" You ignore the tears that are starting to build, both from the smoke and the pain.

"We're all okay back here," Hotch answered with a small groan, moving his hand over his face.

"Is everyone awake?" You asked, various voices chimed in, confirming that they were all awake and okay. "Morgan?" You turned your head, panic gnawing at your stomach when you saw that he was still unconscious. You reach out, biting back a yelp when pain spread through your arm - you ignore it and lightly tap his face. "Morgan? Derek?"

"I think he's out for the count," Hotch mumbles and you nod, anxiety gnawing at your stomach. And pain. You let your eyes flicker down to your stomach, just to make sure you're okay. You know it's probably a few bruised ribs, maybe a few broken, but nothing major. But then you see the metal rod and your stomach drops.

"H'tch-" It comes out as a whisper, "Hotch-"

"(Y/N)? (Y/N), what's wrong?"

"I-" You have no clue how to even describe it. There was fumbling and the sound of a low groan, Hotch. You shut your eyes, trying to get rid of the mental image of a metal rod sticking out of your abdomen. You open your eyes when a hand gently taps your cheek, Hotch gives you a small but reassuring smile. "Hotch,"

"I know," He replies, eyes not leaving yours, "I know, but you're going to be just fine, alright?"

When you nod, he turns behind him, "Can you check on Morgan?"

Then there's movement to your right, "Morgan?" JJ. Okay, someone was looking after Morgan, that's good.

"Hey," You look back at Hotch. "The ambulance is on its way, okay? You're going to be okay,"

"There's a whole ass metal rod in my stomach right now Hotch-"

"Let's not think about that right now,"

"Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good idea." You nod. "Is Morgan okay?"

"He looks okay," JJ reassures, "I think he's just unconscious,"

You nod and sirens fill your ears and you let your eyes close for just a moment.

As it turns out, it was not for 'just a moment' but rather several moments. Many hours worth. In fact, since closing your eyes, you've had surgery, nurses have monitored your other injuries, set your arm in a cast, and bandaged you up. Derek had also woken up as the ambulance arrived, confused and dazed to say the least, but otherwise okay. He's not happy with the idea of staying overnight in the hospital, but a firm look from Hotch has him sighing and nodding.

You wake up, three hours after the surgery with a groan, you felt a dull ache, despite the numbing effect of the drugs. "(Y/N)?"

"H'tch," You give a small smile, despite the ache. "Morgan okay?"

"He's okay, everyone - including you - is okay,"

"That's good," You hum before you wince slightly, throat hurting. With a small roll of the eyes, Hotch hands you a small glass of water.

"Small sips," He reminds you, studying your face for a moment before turning back to his newspaper ('since when did Hotch reads newspapers?'). "They didn't have any good books to buy in the shop," Hotch answers.

"You're such a dad," You snort.

"Yep, now get some sleep or I'll ground you and that includes visitors," He answers. When you stare at him in confusion, trying to figure out if he's joking, he looks up and you and you quickly screw your eyes shut - just in case.

Turns out, it's a rather affective way to get to sleep and soon enough, you're waking up. This time, Morgan's there and you immediately grin. "Morgan!" You cheer and Morgan laughs.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty," He teases.

"Whatever," You scoff, "I didn't have the chance to tell you, but how dare you say Tony Stark shouldn't have survived after defeating Thanos."

[trainer-sean]

MARVEL X TRANSFORMERS

Reincarnation of Tony Stark.

So here's the idea, after his death, Tony reincarnated as a Seeker on Cybertron, some time before the war.

But he ain't the only one, Natasha is too, but she, similar to her old life, is made to be an assassin, but she's actually given an inhibitor chip that forces her to follow orders.

During his life with his Trinemates, Ironjet would strive to help his Trinemates look to brighter pastures, all while trying to help them move up in life from being mere Seekers, Ironjet even desiring to be a scientist like he was in his past life, even having the idea of creating the Arc-reactor again for the purpose of replacing energon as the fuel source of machines, possibly even for helping Cybertronians as a secondary fuel source. He would even build himself a "matrix" built with an Arc-reactor and even implementing the coding for the time machine, giving him minor Temporal Manipulation(speeding up), and implementing his tech to himself. His Trinemates are Skydive(Femme, shorter then her Trinemates, meek but friendly, becomes the medic) and Nightflight(Mech, strong silent type, a nack for Science like Ironjet, but is more CNA sciences).

Natasha would be reborn as Shadowburn, a 1.1 presenter with Spacial jumping, entering the Shadow zone at will, and can forcefully pull things with her through the Shadow zone, for silent take downs. Shes actually a member of the Rescue-bot Caste. She was made an assassin for the Counsel, being trained to take down those the counsel want offline, those they want to stay in line, like Ironjet. When she's ordered to Assassinate him, as soon as he's pulled into the Shadow Zone, he immediately recognizes her body language, and deactivates her Inhibitor chip(you know he'd upgrade his Transwarp net thing so he can hack devices), and they have a tearful reunion. They and Ironjets Trinemates would then sneak off Cybertron as the war starts, stealing a Larger research vessel, which Ironjet would upgrade.

On there travels, I think Ironjet should find a Arachnicon Sparkling and take it in.

I should note that Ironjet Cold Constructed a couple of Minicons, one of which is a Spider Cassetticon called Web//tech. Cyber, a Minicon that turns into a Datadrive to interface with machines and computer systems(she would be Ironjets new JARVIS/FRIDAY). The other 2 would be similar Weaponizers. Wolfshot, a canid minicon that becomes a Sniper rifle. System-crash, a Gorilla shaped Minicon that turns into a hammer, that emits a short range emp on contact. Along with new versions of his old life robots, U and Dum-E.

They later go to earth. And eventually meet team Prime, when Nightflight meets Cliffjumper during an Energon mine raid(the one where Starscream was gonna kill Cliffjumper, but Nightflight saves him. Or they meet one of the Terrans(depending on which Continuitys you choose)

[lucywritesagain]

Sunflowers

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Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: Loki couldn’t understand what was so spacial about sunflowers. Why you found them so beautiful and magestic. After all it was just a plant, wasn't it?

Word count: 990

According to the scientific information there are more than 400 000 types of flowers. Each of them, either it is an ornamental or a wild plant, is in its own way beautiful and unusual. It brings a part of the pleasure in our life in order to make it happier. Yet there was something very special about sunflowers.

At first Loki couldn’t understand your fascination with that plant but it made you happy so the trickster kept buying them for you every once in a while. The first time Loki called you his sunflower he meant it as a joke. It was his way to tease you a little bit. He became curious as to why it’s so special to you. Why would such a simple plant give you so much joy? Later in your relationship he realised that you and the flower had much in common.

One of the first things he learned about it was that sunflowers are known for evoking a feeling of positivity because of their large, yellow blooms.

The colour yellow always reminded Loki of his mother. The only person he loved with his whole heart. Before he met you, of course. The psychology of colours is very complex but the god will always associate that one with warmth and happiness. Every time he saw sunflowers in a vase on your table he smiled softly and gently touched the petals. He didn’t realise he was doing it but he certainly didn’t mind.

Sunflowers are the symbol of faith, loyalty and adoration. Before meeting you Loki would have never thought about being in love. When he was younger he dreamed of a family of his own. The life wasn’t kind to him and it took him a lot of time to be able to truly feel again. You were the only one who believed he could be good and when Loki started to feel something more than friendship for you, the god was determined to prove he was worthy to be called yours. You made him believe in love and kindness again. It took some time for him to understand it but you were always patient with him. Sunflowers can remove toxins.

When Loki found out about his heritage his entire world shattered into pieces. All his life he was taught that Jotuns were heartless monsters, mindless beasts. After everything Odin told him, Loki realised he was never loved by him. Why would he even try to be kind if it wasn’t in his nature? The moment the trickster realised his feelings for you he shut you out completely. You were too precious and he would never forgive himself if he hurt you. You weren’t stupid and you quickly figured out why your friend distanced himself from you. You came to his room to talk to him the same night. The furniture was scattered across the floor and every mirror was broken. Loki’s face was covered in tears and his hands were bleeding. You didn’t ask any questions. He wouldn’t give you any answers. That was the same night you told him you loved him. Loki’s heart has ached to hear those words for so long. No matter how much he wanted you he couldn’t be with you. He was toxic. He would infect you in no time. Wanting to push you away he showed you his true self. His cold, demonic features. He hoped you would realise he wasn’t any good for you but you stayed. You made him feel loved and appreciated. He thought maybe he wasn’t the monster in this story after all.

The French word for sunflower is tournesol, which translates literally to "turned sun," referring to the plant's ability to turn itself to face the sun.

While Loki could only see the dark side, you tried your best to cheer him up. At first he thought your optimism was stupid and didn’t make any sense. You always managed to find something good in a situation. But then he understood. One time as Loki’s insecurities showed up again he asked you if his coldness bothered you. You then explained to him that with a Frost Giant as your partner cuddling during summer will be so much more pleasurable. After a truly bad fight with his brother Loki took his anger out on your couch and the small coffee table beside it. When you came back home and noticed the chaos, Loki was sure you were going to kick him out and leave him for good. Instead you explained how you wanted to buy new furniture before but didn't have a reason to. Until now. That’s when he realised you were doing it for him. He’s mind was clouded with darkness and your attempts to make him feel good were a little rays of sunshine that somehow managed to cut through them.

Sunflowers follow the sun…but did you know when it is cloudy and grey they face each other and share their energy?

Even the happiest of people have their bad days sometimes. Loki hated them.He has sworn to make you feel wanted and adored by him. But he couldn’t always do that. Sometimes your mind would feed you lies, telling you were not worthy of his love. On those days he wouldn’t leave you alone. He was around all the time. You went to the kitchen? He helped you make dinner. You were sitting on the couch looking at the TV with dead eyes? He sat next to you and read the poems he has written for you. You never pulled away from his touch. You needed him as much as he needed you. After one particularly bad day the two of you were cuddling in your bed. You were looking deep into his eyes and Loki wondered what if he’s your sunflower, too.

There are over 70 different types of sunflowers and Loki is one of them as well.

[asktheisle]

Rue: "Wh-what in the world?!" She jolted with shock at not only the sound of reality tearing, but the appearance of the portal itself. Spotting the duo, she warily look at them; particularly at the human accompanying the Haxorus. "How are you doing that...? What is that?"

Normally, my dear Lamassu's Dragon Claw is simply more powerful than the average. But now... it's as if her ancestry was 'awoken', so to speak. It gave way to act as a Spacial Rend.

In simple terms...

[The light of the distortion illuminates behind the human, an eye accustomed to the dark surroundings could pick out what looks to be a tapestry. Several spots seem to sparkle as if painted over with a shining coat.]

[somer-writes]

here’s a question for you about your pestilence au! So I saw your character sheets about twilight and had a question. If some of his gloom burns go down to the bone, does that impair his movement with the damaged/torn muscles or does the healing magic somehow allow him to circumvent the consequences (or perhaps heal the muscles?)? Or perhaps it’s a consequence of the gloom itself? Given how mangled the phantoms seem to be, perhaps the gloom is allowing them to move when the damage to the body should make it impossible? I mean the gloom hands are basically just gloom with form and they can move without muscles (I’m assuming)

perhaps this question is too early on (lol don’t want to make you spoil anything), so no pressure to give an answer.

that's a good question :D

CW for gore/violence, body horror beneath the cut

so the gloom has some Weird Effects. the gloom itself causes deformity/disfiguration as it rots its host but also the host acts in extreme manners which often result in some variety of self-inflicted injury. the end stage of gloom results in a living corpse more or less and as the body breaks down, it loses natural inhibitors which result in the body becoming capable of high performance strength/speed at the cost of injury. the gloom also causes convulsions which are severe enough to result in broken bones/joints, muscle tears etc

phantoms continue to be dangerous and move after brain death as gloom uses the host for as long as it physically can

the gloom doesnt particularly care about the longevity of its host (the goal is to kill after all) but does act in ways to circumvent the destructive process in order to spread the infection

gloom can pool and stretch to act as a sort of faux muscle if needed

gloom will work a muscle until entirely disintegrated

phantoms will still move as long as they're able despite broken bones/torn muscles. they only stop when they are literally physically incapable. pain is not a limit for phantoms

gloom causes intense survival in its hosts which push them over the edge of typical human activity. if the body is technically capable of it (biting through bone, endurance, etc) the gloom will make it possible

ofc this sort of bodily destruction has its cost

broken bones

sloughing/decay/loss of limbs

torn/failing muscle

gloom also has severe effects on the brain and progresses very similarly to dementia

convulsions

delirium

fight response/extreme aggression

loss of fine motor skills

memory loss (primarily short term)

confusion

trouble speaking/comprehending speech

inability to complete tasks (mostly loss of long term focus)

poor spacial awareness

loss of logic/reasoning (including symbology)

increased hearing/smell, decreased sight

sensitivity to light

pyrophobia

so! Twi gets infected, goes through stage 1 (fever, nausea, fatigue, etc) and is cured in ordon spring during stage 2 (brain infection pre brain death)

Ordona is able to stop the gloom from spreading further which while they can't heal whats already there all the way, twi's infection stops getting worse and eventually the bleeding stops as well. twi does somewhat gain control over the gloom in his body since its *mostly* blanched by light magic and is able to use it better and better as he adapts to it

as a result:

bonus strength! when tapping into his gloom strength, twi's body naturally uses the gloom as a faux muscle but he can't do this during the day if his arm is exposed bc gloom cannot survive sunlight

is prone to damaging his own body as a result of putting too much stress on it

bleeds slower but also heals slower and has a high pain tolerance

poor fine motor skills--he needs patience in order to do things like pinch but he can grab with all five fingers

forgetfulness/struggle maintaining focus for long periods of time

struggles with spacial reasoning (distance primarily)

increased scent/hearing, decreased vision (especially in the light)

sensitivity to light. hes *fine* in the light like it wont kill him but he does get sluggish and has a hard time using the gloom in daylight

pyrophobia

phantoms and gloomhands leave him alone! hes also immune to further infection. monsters in the depths also will generally leave him be

he can sense the presence of gloom/blood moons

when twilight glooms (read becomes more phantomlike in the presence of strong gloom) he's prone to confusion, delirium, aggression, and comprehension issues. early warning signs of lots of phantoms or a blood moon include confusion, forgetfulness, and comprehension issues

he is in fact still infectious to others but only when acting as a phantom. his gloom will regain its red glow when he's contagious

this is probably a lot more info than you were asking for XD theres a lot of trade offs for the perks he gets from the gloom. most of the time they can be worked around

[goodlucktai]

If you're okay with another fic prompt, maybe Mikey hiding his tears in the rain? And one or all of his brothers (or friends) figuring it out and comforting him.

Can I also request it be in the 2003 verse?

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Usually it’s Raph who puts his foot in his mouth in a major way, but this time it’s Leo. 

It doesn’t happen often. Donnie thinks he could probably count on both hands the number of times Leo has said something intentionally hurtful to one of his brothers and still have some fingers leftover. Since returning from Japan, that frightening temper that turned their warm-hearted leader into a brooding stranger has been discarded for good, but it left a few scars. And Leo is as much a teenager as the rest of them are, even if he wasn’t always free to act like it. It’s not fair to expect him to regulate his emotions all the time. It wouldn’t be fair to expect that of a non-traumatized seventeen year old, let alone a kid with PTSD and anxiety and god only knows what else.

So really it shouldn’t be as surprising as it is when the words come bulleting out of Leo’s mouth, sharp and seething, “Some ninja you are.”

It shouldn’t be, but Raph whips around like someone struck him upside the head, and Donnie’s hands on Mikey’s shoulders clench tight involuntarily. He’s still kneeling in front of Mikey, still mopping up the blood on his head with a shirt Raph unapologetically ripped off a clothes line, still halfway through mentally cataloging the fatalistic difference another inch to the left would have made, so he has a front-row seat to the hurt that parades across the smallest turtle’s expression. 

That hurt hadn’t even existed when the Purple Dragon threw the knife at Mikey’s head in the first place. He’d been laughing a second ago, shaking off the jitters from the very close-call. Leo’s bitter condemnation stole that away in an instant. Their eldest brother is special and important to each of them, but he’s Mikey’s hero. 

Rain is drumming all around them, cascading off the boarded-up storefront overhang they’ve sheltered under. It’s early May and the recent days have gotten warmer, but abruptly Donnie feels very cold. 

“He don’t got eyes in the back of his head, Fearless,” Raph snaps back, like clockwork. His hackles are up, because as far as he’s concerned, only one person on this planet is allowed to give Mikey any semblance of a hard time, and that person is decidedly not Leonardo. 

“Then how about a little spacial awareness?” Leo bites out, squaring his shoulders when Raph faces him, as if they’ve never managed to mature past thirteen years old. “We’re running drills in the dojo starting tomorrow.”

It’s on the tip of Donnie’s tongue to say the hell we are, but he doesn’t bother. Raph and Leo are starting their unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object routine and they’ll be at it for a good five minutes at least. Instead he reminds himself that his big brothers are keyed up and agitated out of worry and care, that the fighting only started after Donnie gave the all-clear, because it really won’t do anyone any good if all three of them lose their tempers. 

A second later Mikey is leaning out of Donnie’s hands and pushing himself to his feet. He’s looking right at Leo with all that hurt packed away into a neat little box, impossible to find. His orange mask is stained a stomach-turning rust color. The balled-up shirt is still in Donnie’s hand and Mikey is just letting himself bleed. 

“Mike,” Donnie says helplessly. 

“I’ll text you later,” he replies and ducks away quickly, out from under the overhang into the alley. Donnie sometimes wonders at the things his family has normalized over the years. His only little brother, the only person Donatello has always been directly responsible for, is all plastered with rain and walking off with a head wound, and it’s not even in the top ten worst things that’s happened so far this year. And it’s May. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Leo says suddenly. He storms after Mikey, reaching out like he’s going to grab him by the arm, and Donnie has just a second to think yeah that’s not good before Mikey whirls around. 

“Back off!” 

It stops Leo in his tracks so completely that it probably would have been funny in another time and place. He blinks dumbly, like the computer in his brain is rebooting. Donnie knows that this sudden temper of his was triggered by fear—that the sight of a knife flying towards his littlest brother’s head woke up something ugly in his brain that sprang to the defense in the quickest, easiest manner it could, clouding rational thought—but that doesn’t mean his words hurt any less. 

Mikey wipes roughly at his face with the heel of his hand. It’s impossible to tell through the rain, but he might be crying. Then, with an economy of motion that all his brothers have envied since they were clumsy little toddlers, the orange-banded turtle scales the side of the adjacent building and disappears over the roof into the dark. 

“Well done, asshole,” Raph says, but it’s half-hearted at best. “At this rate, I’ll be out of a job.”

Leo’s brow is furrowed beneath his mask. His hand is still slightly raised, like Mikey is still right there within reach. He’s never been here before, Donnie knows. Even when Leo was at his most hateful, those painful weeks after the showdown with the Shredder, Raph and Donnie—and even April, Casey and Splinter—were careful to keep him the fuck away from Mikey on his darker days. There are some things that can’t be walked back. 

This isn’t that. To be frank, they’ve said much worse to each other over much smaller fish. But sometimes hurt can spring up where it’s least expected. And sometimes when you get a knife thrown at your head, you want sympathy from the person you’ve spent your whole life idolizing, not scorn. 

“Why did I say that,” Leo mutters. It doesn’t sound like a question. 

Donnie answers anyway. “Because you’ve refused every single one of my attempts to get you into therapy. Telehealth exists, Nardo. We’re on a very good insurance plan.”

“Since when do we have insurance?” Raph says. He’s peering out from under the overhang into the rain, like maybe Mikey’s going to make a surprise reappearance. “Are you frauding some sleezy millionaire again?”

“Just doing my part,” Donnie says mildly. He touches Leo’s shoulder and says, “You owe him an apology. But he’ll be okay.”

It’ll be a cold day in hell when just that would be enough to make Leo stop worrying, especially in this case, but Donnie still had to try. Sure enough, Leo nods once, mechanically, and then says, “Can you track his phone?”

“Slow down, Mamanardo,” Raph says. “Let the kid have a minute to himself.”

“He’s hurt,” Leo replies like it’s making him sick to think about. Donnie has a comment locked and loaded that sounds something along the lines of “how convenient of you to remember that now and not when you and Raph were ripping each other’s heads off” but he chooses to be the bigger turtle. 

“He’ll be okay,” Donnie reiterates. He tosses the ruined shirt into a nearby bin and then sticks his hands out into the rain, washing the sticky, tacky red away. “Besides, tracking his phone is unnecessary. There’s only one place he would have gone.”

Even Raph raises an eyeridge at that, and Leo is equally clueless, but that’s okay. Donnie has been Mikey’s co-conspirator and secret-keeper since before they could talk in full sentences, and it’s only fair, because Mikey has been all of those things for him, too. Being on the B Team doesn’t have a lot of perks, but this is one of them. 

A couple of hours later, Donnie successfully shakes his brothers off at the lair. Splinter caught Donnie’s eye and helpfully ushered the elder two turtles into the dojo for a convenient meditation session, so Donnie didn’t have to worry about a pair of red and blue mother hens trailing after him. 

He crawls up the side of an apartment building in East Village and sits on the railing of the fire escape to peer into a warmly-lit window on the seventh floor. Inside his little brother and his little brother’s best friend, a human with piles and piles of curly blond hair and dimples when he smiles, are probably minutes away from getting a noise complaint, dancing around a cramped shoebox living room and singing at the top of their lungs. 

“Girl, put your records on,” they bellow, sharing the TV remote as if it’s a microphone. “Tell me your favorite song! You go ahead, let your hair down!”

There’s a big pink bandaid plastered to the side of Mikey’s head, and evidence of Thai takeout on the coffee table that’s been shoved to the side of the room, and he’s in a sunflower yellow hoodie that’s at least two sizes too big. Any trace of the hurt from earlier is long-gone. 

They’ll need to get home eventually. It isn’t safe to stay out in the early morning hours, as the city that never sleeps begins to pick up speed. And Leo is almost certainly going to be waiting up for them, restless until he sees for himself that his baby brother hasn’t been driven away by him completely. They really do need to get that boy some therapy. Donnie makes a mental note to get April on his team for that. 

For now, there’s still some time. Until the end of this song, at least. It’s catchy.