#the people need to SEEEEE

[lulladae]

lacking empathy is not the same thing as being evil, bro. you dont gotta have empathy to know whats right.

[lipglossboy]

My mom when Bob was sent down to turn the electricity back on in the lab - "I feel sick. I don't want anything to happen to Bob. This show is sick… I mean if they kill Bob."

She keeps picking the exact right characters to worry about 😭

[harrylights]

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[erzsebetrosztoczy]

For your wounded heart

Pt.1

Pairing: Mizu x reader

Word count: ~2k

Notes: If there will be interest for it, I'll continue the story, because so far there isn't really a Mizu x reader going on lmfaoo but we'll seeeee

Ps.: Mizu's pronounce is he/him in this part

Here's Part 2

The molten gold disc of the sun slowly crept up the horizon, pouring gray onto the world from the darkness. It rose drowsily, languidly among the tall canopies, leaves lighting up as it projected onto them as thousands of thalers appeared next to the shining disk.

The songbirds ruffled their feathers — ready for the challenges of another day, and sang happily to their companions.

A strong draft escaped from under the wooden door, making the embers of the flickering fire dance before running through your covers.

The sudden cold bit into your skin; grabbing you from the realm of dreams, dragging you back to the world of the living with its icy fingers. You opened your eyes with a terrified sigh; waking up from the warm and caressing dream you pulled yourself under the covers.

Another day, another task ahead of you.

Wearly, you dressed up before trying to gather your belongings, which you would need shortly.

A scalpel, a knife, gloves and a deep basket soon graced your side as you set off into the awakening forest.

Three days ago, you were approached by one of the most influential merchants in town. His wife caught the chills-fever, which her priests had not been able to cure with any of their treatments. Realizing that needles, prayers and incense would not help here, the nobleman visited you the day before, when the noises of the market in the main square seemed to dull down, when you started packing your goods to go home.

It had been a long time since you were last offered such a sum - too long for your liking. Short of money - and because you would have faced the wrath of a powerful man if you refused - you accepted his offer to heal his spouse.

Early in the morning, when the rooster hadn't even crowed, you were already ready to go collect the ingredients for the potion.

The sharp autumn air crawled over your skin, penetrated your bones and breathed newfound strength into your heart. Listening to the soothing soft melody of the forest, you set off towards its thickets, hoping that you would find enough ingredients for your tonics today. Everything was ready to take care of the sick wife- all you had to do was get the hojicha flower, of which you had run out of stock a while ago.

Pulling your cloak tight around your shoulders, you stepped on the wet moss carpet, careful not to slip on the rutted ground. Soon the ground would start to freeze- you thought as you tried to remember which tree trunk you marked, where you should turn right or left to reach your usual harvesting location.

"If I want to have everything in the winter, I have to collect them in time..." You sighed, stepping over a taller ditch. "Maybe I should look at the market to buy seeds and-"

"To the best of my knowledge, you have to go the other way to the nearest market." A harsh, sharp voice spoke from your left.

You immediately screamed and if the cold didn't do it until now — the stranger who suddenly stumbled here had certainly frozen your blood. The pounding of your heart only made it worse as you spun backwards, trying to face the source of the sound. Your foot slipped and you fell to your knees, hitting a wet log while you turned your head trying to find the source of the sound.

After a while, three men appeared in front of you; one from the nearby bushes, while two crept out from behind the cover of the trees; like wild dogs lurking in wait for their prey.

"The lady must be lost, people can disappear quickly in the forest..." The other man nodded with a vile grin, rubbing his palms together while approaching you.

"Certainly, it is not recommended to walk alone in such remote places at the crack of dawn." The third man took over, turning his attention to the basket lying on the floor next to you. “It's better if we accompany you… so no one attacks you.”

"I didn't, I just-" You stammered, but your voice got stuck in your throat as the three strangers walked closer and closer. Their ragged and dirty clothes, their darkly glistening dreadful eyes ruled out that they were simple wanderers.

You ran into bandits on the road, alone, in the middle of the forest. Your heart was pounding in your throat and kept yelling for you to move, escape, run — otherwise you will take your last breath here forever.

Your eyes darted to your overturned basket – deep inside your knife was glinting in a cold light. If you could be fast enough to get it out of there...Fight for your life. You fight or you die.

But instincts were stronger than reason; the Gods opened a third way for you at that moment.

You pushed yourself away with your hands, your heels digging into the ground hard, almost scraping it up as you jumped up to run away like a chased deer. You could barely feel your legs, could barely breathe as you ran through the trees with all your might, jumping over bushes, rocks, and pits. With your heart in your throat, with the sound of the bandits' steps and shouts in your ears, you kept going forward, not even daring to look back.

Your ability to navigate had left you, you didn't even know if you were running towards or away from them, there was just the feeling that you still had to go, still run, still fight. If you stopped you were dead, if you fell you were dead, if they caught up you were dead.

A huge thorn bush appeared in front of you, too high and wide it would have been almost impossible to jump over it, to get around it; so for lack of a better option you tensed your muscles, pulled your neck in, closed your eyes and ran into the branches, shielding your face with your arms.

The pain that ignited in the darkness flashed through you as a hundred and a thousand spikes dug into your exposed skin; then you felt the ground open under your feet, suddenly you began to fall.

You didn't even have time to cry out when you hit the hard ground with your side.

Lying there injured and exhausted, with a bursting heart, you realized that it was all over.

You just sealed your faith.

Panting and choking from crying, you heard the rustling of the bushes behind you, then the trampling of feet.

"Here's the little slut" One of the men chuckled, but the cheering stopped almost immediately.

You did not dare to look up from the ground, did not dare to move; you were left lying on the ground trembling, awaiting death...

But nothing happened.

Another second, but there was only silence, no more footsteps, no giggles, no shouts.

Blinking away the dirt and blood, you looked from behind your lashes and then realized why you were still breathing.

The attention of the three thugs no longer plagued you. They turned almost motionless, to the left, watching ahead of them.

You followed their gaze and saw that you had fallen on a road. On a road where a fourth stranger was now standing in front of you.

A tall, lanky stranger in blue traveling clothes, the bamboo hat he wore pulled low over his face, obscuring his features.

A stranger with a sword in his hand.

Suddenly everything around you seemed to be silent; the chirping of the birds died away, the trees and twigs no longer creaked and cracked, as if the wind itself had stopped to watch the unfolding scene.

Not wanting to break the silence, you stared at the fourth stranger, holding your breath, wondering what would happen now.

Was that your savior ahead of you? Or was he just a wanderer who didn’t care what troubled others, who would only solve his own problems, regardless of if he made others ill-fated? Maybe you got out of the frying pan into the fire?

"There's nothing to see here." The nimblest bandit growled, a rusty knife in hand. "Everybody's minding their own business, right?"

"This matter belongs only to us and this woman, there is no need to cause difficulties for anyone." The largest one with a long mustache spoke slyly, the one closest to you clutched a heavy cudgel in his fist, his knuckles white from the force with which he gripped it.

The blue-clad stranger didn't answer immediately, instead tilting his head to the side, he peeked out from behind the brim of his hat, flashing his yellow-tinted glasses in the light.

"Looking at you, I suspect you are road thugs." The sword bearer spoke, his voice softer than you would have expected. "You rob those who come here." His words didn't seem like a question.

At this, the third man - the fox with a smile, who had a katana, spat down his side stepping forward in front of his companions.

"If you want good for yourself, you turn back or walk past us without another word." He snapped in his raspy voice, grabbing the hilt of his sword as the other two tensed with their weapons as well.

Barely able to handle the shaking and the hitching of your breath, you lifted your torso off the ground with challenge, turning to the blue-cloaked stranger desperately.

"Please…" Your voice trailed off as sobs broke from you. "Don't let me die, please!" Your voice cracked; hot tears washing away the mud and blood from your face. "Help me, please!"

The lanky stranger moved his arm back, revealing the hilt of his sword as he reached towards it with his right hand.

You inhaled through your teeth when you heard the deep clang of metal and clattering footsteps as the bandits charged towards him.

You dropped back down, pulling your knees to your chest as the battle began. Only daring to watch the scene from the cover of your arm.

The swordsman reached first the blue-clad savior, swinging an upward blow from the left, but his sword met another steel.

The man in the hat drew his sword from the sheath with the speed of a viper, breaking the first attack with almost no effort. Before the thug could react to it, the man was already flying to the ground, his legs entangled as the blue clothed one pushed him away to answer the next blow.

The rusty knife reached him second, and while his companion seized the stranger with his blade, he thrusted his knife towards your helper's neck. The cloaked man shoved the katana wielder away with his foot as he turned his torso to the side, the knife still flying towards him mid air.

Taking advantage of the movement, he turned to the right, placing one raised foot in front of the other, cutting across with his blade in front of him.

In a blink of an eye, red rain shot from the arm of the knife-wielding bandit - the sword almost cut his arm off. He staggered with a sharp wail, then fell to the ground, where he continued to shriek.

The one with a cudgel on the other hand did not attack yet, instead he stopped from a decent distance so the sword of the man in blue could not reach him, seemingly considering his next moves.

But this proved to be only a distraction when the first attacker reappeared, this time springing into action behind your savior's back.

The one in blue could hear this, as he turned to the side keeping an eye on both of his attackers, but then the largest started to move suddenly in order to attack at the same time with his other partner.

Seeing the impossible situation, you already had the mental image of the swordsman slashing your savior while the other beat him to death with the heavy club — you whimpered in terror, burying your face in your arms to shield yourself from the sight.

You heard a shout and the clang of steel meeting again, something heavy falling to the ground. A dull, more watery pounding - the cudgel! Bubbling, frothy snoring- a moan of agony and then silence.

You were next, you were sure of that.

Sharp cuts, bone-crushing blows and then slow, lingering death awaits you.

But there was no movement, not even a single grunt from the fight.

Panting, you raised your head to shorten your wait, but you did not find yourself facing the person you were waiting for.

You caught the gaze of the blue-cloaked stranger. You watched with a dry throat and roaring head as he stood over the three bloodied, dying bandits, his sword still clutched in his right hand.

The bamboo hat was no longer on his head, it probably fell off sometime during the fight when you weren't looking, and now was lying at his feet, waiting to be dusted off and put on again.

But instead, the stranger staggered, his knees buckling as he took two steps forward, finally slumping forward onto the ground, leaving you alone in the field of vigilance.

[raven--bones]

Now conversely, how are the Fae Boys with a partner going through heat?

Especially a newly turned fae who heretofore has never encountered anything like it?

ohhhhh i seeeee hehehe

well, there should be some kind of education system in place for new fae so that they're not completely in over their heads for their new biology. but experiencing it is a completely different matter than hearing about it!

another long postttt

Nightmare-- very patient and understanding. he'll explain everything as it's happening, and try and keep things slow. he'll constantly asking "Is this okay?" and "Are you alright?" and making sure that you're in a good headspace. he'll do whatever you need and be there as much as he can

Dream-- Dream's had a few partners over the years so he's experienced with helping people when they ask it of him. he's a very good person to have with you when you're going through a heat for the first time. he's good at soothing you and making sure you're calm, and he'll make sure things go at your pace so you're not overwhelmed.

Killer-- he's... not the greatest to ease you through it. he'll more just go along with whatever demands you make of him and enjoy the ride. he'll try and help you if he sees you're getting uncomfortable, but for the most part he's focused on showing you a good time. it's fun seeing you all desperate, why not just let him take care of you?

Blue-- Blue is also great to have around. he's very used to helping sort out symptoms like this since he has over productive magic, so he can help you burn off the onset with some training so it doesn't hit you as hard for your first time. he'll make sure you're eased through it, and try to explain why your body reacts the way it does as it happens so you fully understand it.

Dust-- similar to Killer, he's not the best for a first heat. he can very quickly get invested in you being desperate, needy, noisy, etc, so he might overlook your physical/emotional needs a bit in favour of fulfilling your sexual needs. he'll realise his mistake pretty quick, though, and force you to have water or a snack if you're looking a bit too limp or dizzy.

Ink-- he's not the best at explaining things but he'll do his best to help. he might forget that it's your first time and get too invested in how much fun you're having, and then only remember later that he should've checked in with how you're feeling and whether or not you need water or a snack. but he's got the spirit!

Horror-- he'll give you whatever you ask for, but very carefully and with lots of checking to make sure you're okay through the whole thing. he doesn't want you to get hurt because you're feeling greedy and take more than you can handle. he'll be very sweet and make sure you're hydrated and fed, even if that means forcing you to take a break

Cross-- he'll do similarly to Blue and have you burn off some of the heat with training so that it's not as strong. he'll feel a little overwhelmed, but he'll do his best to provide for you and make sure you don't hurt yourself. he's very easy to fluster, so expect him to be blushing and a bit nervous the whole time, but he'll do his best to make sure you have a nice time

[kukurykunapatyku]

[I.D.: Drawing of Sabo, Koala and Vinsmoke Ichiji from One Piece inside a wooden shack, framed like a photo. Also a random guy I made up just for this: he has short hair, is tied with rope to the ceiling and has wide-open eyes. He's not important. Koala is in the front, she's grinning with closed eyes and posing her right hand in victory sign. Her left hand and legs are out of frame, she's the one making the photo. She's wearing pink shirt with white frills and her bordo hat with goggles. Yonji is behind her, crouched down with his face in his hands. He,s wearing white t-shirt and brown trousers. Sabo is on the left, making thumbs up in front of the tied guy, part of his right leg is out of frame. He has wide smile, left side of his face is covered in scar tissue. He's wearing grey boots, blue shirt with white cravat, light blue pants and black coat. On the floor next to him lays empty bucket, water spilling out of it. /End I.D.]

Vinsmoke shipping week day 2: First date / Detective x Criminal

Say cheese!

Does going on a mission and waterboarding a guy for informations count as first date? I say yes. Turns out being an evil mercenary for most of your life doesn't necesssery prepare you to the kind of stuff revolutionaries do. Well, people learn all their life!

🔽Fic under readmore🔽 also on Ao3

"Everyone, say cheese!"

Koala, unconcerned that only Sabo followed her instruction, lifted the camera higher and put her hand in victory sign, smiling widely. Careful not to drop it, she pushed the button and a few seconds later the polaroid came out. She took it to fully appreciate the mess before her, forever immortalized on film.

Sabo was smiling from ear to ear and putting both his thumbs up, not caring that spilled water was pulling under his boots. In contrast, Yonji crouched down, put his head in hands and looked like he would prefer to be anywhere else.

The captured guard dangling from the ceiling looked mostly confused, if a little less fearful for his life. Well, that'll need to be corrected.

"Let me seeeee," Sabo whined next to her ear. Still smiling, she pushed his head away without any remorse.

"It's mine now, get your own."

"Oh came on, it's not fair! I lost my camera at the base, you know that!"

"I found it and put it on your desk."

His head snapped. "What? Where?!"

"Next to the paperwork from last week." At his blank stare she added: "You know, the one you were supposed to look over and check if everything's alright before we left two days ago?"

Too late to avoid the trap, Sabo did the only smart thing and changed the subject.

"Man, who's the real red one in your family, your brother or you? Maybe we should call you tomato instead of onion." He left her side and picked up now-empty bucket. "It's been a while since I've seen someone fumble interrogation this badly. Isn't a member of the 'legendary mercenary army' supposed be professional in this things?"

Yonji raised his head, his cheeks blooming red.

"I thought when you're waterboarding someone you lift the water up, not pull the guy down. That's why I used stronger knot here." He pointed at the hook the rope was connected to. "How was I supposed to know it's the other way around!"

"Oh, I was wondering about that," Koala interjected. "Weird way to tie it."

"Why didn't you say anything?" he groaned.

She shrugged. "I thought it was some weird Germa way. People learn all their life."

"Well, I just thought it was funny," said Sabo, before focusing on Yonji again. "Wait, with all the war crimes* under your belt, you never waterboarded anyone before?"

Yonji cringed and sunk his head.

"We weren't tasked with capturing people that often, much less interrogate them. Our employers usually wanted to do that themselves. Confident information and all that," he mumbled from behind his hands. He curled further, which was honestly impressive considering his size. Like a mastiff trying to fit inside the cat basket. She reached her hand to pat his hair.

"There there, it wasn't that bad for the first time."

"We won't tell a soul, promise," Sabo lied. "But I can't talk for this one." He gripped the rope and grinned at their guest. "Are you a talker, sir?"

The prisoner gulped at being in the spotlight again and furiously shook his head.

"No? Oh my, that's so unlucky! If you were a talker, this could go a lot faster," Sabo pouted. "As you can see, my friend over there spilled all the water for you. Which means one of two things; either you'll make it easier for all of us and answer a few questions, or-" He sighed dramatically. "We will have to improvise with what we got. And it's going to be bloody shame if you don't last to the end of it." He flashed him a wide smile with way too much teeth.

Fascinating, Koala thought. I didn't know you can lose all the blood in your face while hanging upside down.

-

Koala plopped on the bench between her boys, handing each an ice-cream cone.

Yonji took his and stared at it for a while before turning to smile at them.

"Is this what you guys usually do on missions? I could get used to it."

Koala scratched her neck. "Well, not exactly usually, but sometimes it goes like that. It's a lot less threatening and a lot more running and sneaking around on most days. With occasional explosion or two." She side-eyed Sabo, who looked annoyingly unrepentant.

"Since it's the first time you were going with us, we picked something more up your line." Sabo licked his ice-cream. "Of course, if we knew how much you'll screw it up, we would have given you something different to fuck."

Koala whacked him in the back of the head.

"We agreed not to talk about this anymore! You made fun of him enough already!" She looked back at Yonji. "And why are you blushing!"

"You really are a tomato!"

"Argh, I swear..." Koala huffed and went back to her food. "Why do I even bother."

This just get her twin snickers from the sides. She rolled her eyes but smiled. It went well all things considered. Their captive's tongue seemed to loosen a lot once he realized that everyone in the room was clinically insane, which she was more than happy to contribute to, so the mission went smoothly afterwards.

"One thing i don't understand," she broke the silence. "Why did that guy want your autograph? You don't even have a wanted poster."

"Oh, it's probably because my family is technically main villains of a surprisingly popular vintage comic strip from North Blue. I'm the green one."

Koala nodded.

"Yeah, that makes- You're WHAT?!"

*I apologize for insinuating One Piece world has anything like Geneva convention. It does not.

[awesomefringey]

I've followed you, Gina and Allie for a really long time and you have brought me so much happiness. I always love seeing you guys on my feed, just wanted you to know how important you are 🤍

@twopoppies and @skepticalarrie SEEEEE?! People love & miss you! 💋💋💋

And thank you, sweetheart. We’re all in need of a bit of love, kindness and comfort at the moment for so many different reasons. It is wonderful to see that someone would take the time to tell someone else online that they’re appreciated. It means so much. 🩵

[krisseratops]

Okay, I got challenged, so here's the most cursed I could come up with on the spot; what are the sexiest colors for saliva and what are the least sexy ones. Have fun. Heck, you can even make a tier list. (Look, you're me Vanom mutual. It leans itself toward a certain brand of inspirations)

Lmao thats a good one! I read the first sentence, immediately pictured Venom with his classic green slobber, mentally shifting it through the colour wheel before reading the rest and being hit like a ton of bricks by that callout 😭. Me? Predictable? Neverrrrr...

Okay, so! Sexy saliva colours! Lets seeeee (disclaimer: you are asking an aspec monsterfucker what I think is sexy, the results probs wont be very generalizable lol (...I remembered what site I'm on, so maybe it is generalizable after all...)):

Alright, I would say that sexy looking saliva should have some fun, funky colour. Something unusual, a little shocking. Which is most colours in this case really, but maybe like a bright blue or green or purple or red. Or hot pink. OR multicoloured! That kinda thing should make people go "Damn! 👀👀". Or black. Black is hot too. Black drool feels really otherwordly, almost symbiote-like, so yeah, lets go with that.

As for least sexy ones... that would be those with less savoury connotations. Like yellow, brown, any greenish yellow. Orange is kinda meh. Maybe red here too depending what school of colour theory you subscribe to (and how sexy you think blood is).

However, what will make saliva real sexy is if its glowing. Everything gets sexier when its glowing, trust me. Im talking neon, glow in the dark, looking like you just chewed a bunch of glowsticks. Now thats the stuff! 👌👌 Hella funky. Its not really colour, but I felt the need to include it in the sexy saliva rant. An honorary mention, if you will.

Aight, this turned rather long but I hope it sated you curiosity!

TLDR: Sexy colours: funky ones. Primary colours and bi colours (of course). And black. Also glowing neon colours! Less sexy colours: yellow and brown.

[ohmeadows]

what are some of your favorite and/or most unhinged kafhime thoughts?

oh boy let's seeeee. and also caveat of course these are my own headcanons but i'm not going to fight to the death for them and eventually i'm sure they too will change. it's just fun!

so kafka is into fragile things right. but the real thrill of something being fragile and ephemeral is the fear we have to contend with at losing it, at watching it be destroyed and crumble. take the fear away and it's not the same. and that's kafka in a nutshell, right, she lacks the fear component. having fear again would make her truly appreciate the fragility of everything withering around her. the fragility of love.

i think kafka is very empathic just not in the regular degular sense. again, lack of fear, so she feels empathy but without the fear that tinges our social conventions compelling her to extend it beyond those she considers near her. and it expresses itself in ways others would find gross, i guess, like how she quarantines blade's mind and senses to keep his mara contained. you can be empathic without being soft-hearted or overly friendly.

both kafka and himeko are very sure of who they are as people and aren't seeking validation of themselves in the other. it makes slowburn extra great in my opinion. himeko doesn't need kafka, strictly speaking, and vice versa. that calm self-confidence and self-assurance is why i see them as being more middle-aged, like they've been around, they have tested themselves, they have done the work and resolved a lot of issues. well, at least himeko has. and so them being together becomes a choice, a curiosity, a kind of... dance towards something.

i think kafka falls in love first, and himeko way later. himeko keeps a lot to herself, she's travelled for a while and has said a lot of goodbyes. it's not that she is an ice queen but she is reserved in letting others close.

i think a lot about her casualness on jarilo-vi. she worried very little about the trailblazers on the ground. she seems a bit more blasé about dangers than i initially assumed and the way she shrugs off kafka's repeated interferences in the keeping up with star rail was so funny. she's got this sense of direction heading forward and kafka loves the chase to keep up with her. himeko comes out on top a lot and it has kafka coming back for more.

also, corny maybe but their dates would 1. be mostly arranged by kafka, 2. extremely over the top romantic. think candlelit dinners in a gazebo with soft rain outside. think orchestral concerts with box seats. think invitation-only masked balls. (especially the bigger functions are all about slipping away for quiet moments just the two of them. the contrast.) do these dates impress himeko? nope. she finds something to critique and kafka finds that so endearing.

[safetycar-restart]

I CAMNTTTTTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭

LOOK AT HIM YOU CAN SEEEEE THE HAPPINESS RADIATING FROM HIM

i found it absolutely adorable how he literally just forgot how to speak english and started stuttering and giggling it's so ☹️☹️☹️ he loves ferrari so much it's concerning 🙁

but he's so so happy and he has every reason to be and i'm really happy to see him like this especially considering the weekend he had in zandvoort like what the fuck was that shitstorm

but after this he definitely deserves all the kisses!!! all the kisses and hugs he can get, he needs them nd he deserves them all!!!

i can totally just imagine meeting him halfway when he's on his way back to the garage with arms wide open and a big smile and he just runs into them, almost knocking you both over with the force of his hug, and it makes you wonder how happy he'd be if he got pole today.

and then literally while you're hugging him, you manage to put his collar on and he's just the happiest little boy ever right now, he's with his mommy and he has a sea of tifosi cheering him on and it's making him so happy and flustered and shy!!! he honestly just feels like the luckiest boy in the universe

and then the kisses ensue!!! you kiss all over his face, just attacking him and peppering his entire face with kisses – his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips, his jaw, his dimples, absolutely everywhere, and he's just. he's so happy. soso happy like do not tell him anything bad like don't touch him don't ruin his strategy or forget his tires let him stay happy pls.

Listen I know he didn’t win but I don’t care I love this ask and I’m gonna answer it anyway. I’m also gonna do this in the D/S au because it makes sense to put a collar on Charles then, I’m assuming this is supposed to be that AU :))

Firstly, I think your sweet sub would have been so scared to actually go to Monza? He knows they aren’t performing well, and he knows there will be so much more pressure at their home race. He just…. He’s so tired. He’s so fucking tired.

So you’re very worried about him that weekend, and you try to stay as close as you can, maybe even recruiting all of Charles’s support people? You decide a giant cuddle pile with Andrea and Joris and arthur is required every night of the Monza race weekend.

However, you needn’t have worried.

Because the moment charles arrives and sees the sea of red, instantly his mood is lifted. It’s not pressure, it’s support and he needed it so so bad.

He absolutely thrives, stopping for everyone and taking pictures and listening to everyone say they support him because he needs to hear it so badly. He wears his formal red collar the entire weekend, getting support from you and from the fans and it’s truly incredible.

It’s revitalising. Like he can finally see a way he can finish the season.

And then he qualifies third!! And Carlos is on pole!! Ferrari on pole!! He doesn’t care if it isn’t him, not when it’s in front of the Tifosi.

He’s truly so so happy. And it only gets better when he spots you!! You’ve got his red collar in your hand and your smiling so wide and you’re his mommy!!!

He sprints into your arms, holding you extra tight. He nearly knocks you over and you can feel him pressing kisses to your neck. He’s so so happy!! His mommy and his tifosi!!

Maybe this happens in the pitlane? And so the crowd can actually see the two of you? Obviously they cheer even louder when they see you and Charles hug and Charles genuinely can’t remember a time where he’s ever felt so supported and loved.

You put his collar on for him then, and then you just HAVE to give him all the kisses in the world. You pepper kisses all over his face, making him smile so wide his cheeks hurt. He doesn’t even know what to do with himself.

And then… then you turn him to face the crowd and motion towards him, making the crowd cheer even louder and Charles is just giggling and crying and he can’t believe he’s so lucky.

Yes he’s struggled so much and felt so hopeless and lost but this… this makes it all worth it.

[suzukiblu]

Omegaverse anon

That's such a kind offer, thank you so much

I'm into DC stuff right now, Clark pining for Kon to be his pup Gave Me Life, I love found family dynamics and H/C so much a lot of your work is right up my alley already 😀

Let me seeeee, then, I don't have any fully-finished DC omegaverse of my own, I'm pretty sure, BUT here's some goodies I think you might dig! Your mileage may vary, obviously, so mind the tags, but I think all of these fics are interesting and I enjoyed them myself.

. . . also gonna be honest, there's a lot more nursing fic in here than I expected, haha.

You and me and them. Let's be pack. Let's show the world we chose each other, by Ace_of_Hearts4444. This is, like, the literal first fic I thought of for DC omegaverse recs, especially for your listed likes. Pack dynamics-heavy AU WIP where being stray is dangerous and unhealthy, especially for presented people, and Kon just so happens to present while stray. So Young Justice immediately makes a pack for him, naturally, with a side of alpha!Tim/omega!Kon. And uh, then Clark gets in trouble for obliviously letting his clonebrother/clonekid/clone?? run around stray, haha. Also just about literally everyone in here is my fave dynamic for them, haha, I think this author is in my HEAD.

This Isn't How Things Are Supposed to Go, But We've Always Been Unorthodox, by RenkonNairu. This is an AU Tim/Kon WIP with alpha!Tim accidentally marking omega!Conner Luthor and the subsequent fallout, and also omega!Clark's PTSD from Lex being a bastard and angst about the pup he couldn't stand to keep while alpha!Bruce very patiently attempts to court him. Warning for past rape/noncon with Lex/Clark.

Soft as a petal, sharp as a knife, by BearlyWriting. This is kinda angsty but def has found family and hurt/comfort elements to it; pre-death Jason presents as an omega and makes some understandable misassumptions about the situation, and Dick helps him through it. Warning for past rape/noncon prior to Jason coming to the manor and Jason being afraid of it having happened again.

punishment verse, by dexdefyingstunts. This one is honestly, like, very porny but also is pack dynamics/found family and hurt/comfort. Long story short, alpha!Jason gets gangbanged back into the Batpack by Bruce and his brothers and it's, like, surprisingly sweet but also kinda dubcon. Warning for dubious consent, past underage, and implied incest, but it's mostly incest between adopted family members and isn't intended to be either any kind of romantic relationships or abusive, it's a hierarchy thing in the AU. Just mind the tags, basically.

Sweet Like Honey, by Nightwang. This is literally just "no one gave Kon decent sex ed and surprise, he's an omega!!" Tim/Kon porn. Basically, Tim helps Kon through his presentation heat and they're both cute about it.

Baby mine, by PrincessKinny. Dick has been hiding his secondary gender but that stops working when Damian happens and his inner omega decides that is His Pup and he needs to goddamn PROVIDE for him.

Omega Milk, by Ellegrine. Series about omega!Jason slowly starting to let various pack members nurse from him and strengthening familial bonds in the process; goes from Damian to Tim to Dick to Bruce. Definitely covers hurt/comfort and absolutely thriiiiives on miscommunication and Bruce being unnecessarily stoic and fucking himself up emotionally in the process.

Baby Birds, by iselsis. One of Dick's pups tries to steal Batman's tires and Dick lets the alpha take them, assuming he's going to be the trade-off for Jason and Tim getting a safe home living with Bruce Wayne. Warning for Dick spending basically the whole fic assuming he's about to be sexually assaulted, though said assumptions are unfounded and it's actually just all sweet and domestic and a little bit heartbreaking.

a kind of faith prevails, by julodinae_sunsets. WIP where newly-rezzed Jason presents as an omega and Talia decides that means he should be pupsitting for her. Canon proceeds very differently from there, and Damian will NOT tolerate anyone trying to take him away from his new umm'i.

Wet Nurse, by Cheesy_Potatoes. Bruce is an omega and everyone keeps bringing him their traumatized pups to nurse. WIP.

Omegaverse Jewels, by Zinc10. Jason presents belatedly as an omega and takes the inconvenience about as well as can be expected. Tim/Jason and a lot of Batpack fussing as everyone takes their turn trying to get Jason home.

I Have Worn a Coat of Scars, by Ellegrine. Omega!Jason has self-esteem issues and alpha!Dick fucks them better; that's it, that's the fic.

the pillow fortress of solitude, by feelingwhimsy. YJ cartoon fic, season one era. Everybody finds out Superboy is half-human by finding out he's an omega, and Robin and Wally bro-cuddle him through it. Ending this rec list on a cute note, haha.

[skylarinfinity]

*clint and kate sitting in front m/n*

clint: *deep sigh* m/n how the hell you going from out for ice cream to out to commit set people house on fire?

m/n: well i do want buy my neapolitan but that woman tell me to give it to her kids because only one left.

kate: then?

m/n: i said no but she insists that i need to give her because i need to think about children.

clint: then...

m/n: i still said no, then she take the ice cream from my basket so i follow her home and burn her house.... i get my ice cream tho *give kate ice cream tub*

clint: *look at kate with desperate in his eyes* please tell your boyfriend to behave.

kate: i um- i thought she deserves it, you don't take somebody else ice cream tub.

m/n: *make weird hands gesture and pointing at kate* seeeee she understand me!

*clint walk away and start screaming*

m/n: umm *open ice cream tub and offer it to kate* ice cream?

kate:

tags: @sonicqaulan

[mrchaosman]

**HOW-DEE.

*MY NAME IS CACTUSY.

*HEE HEE HEE HAA HAA.

*WHY I FEEL LIKE YOU ALREADY HEARD THAT.

*IN THIS WORLD IS GET IMPALED OR CHEAT DEATH, KRIS.

*THESE ARE LITTLE RED FRIENDLINESS SPIKES OF ENDING YOU, ALRIGHT?.

*MHHHH, THAT'S AN AMAZING SCENE.

* DO I SYMBOLISES SOMEONE MISSING IN YOUR LIFE.

*A TRANSPORTER?.

*A FRIEND?.

*NO ONE IS LOOKING, NO ONE IS LOOKING.

*AHHHH, PARTNER.

THE VERY ESSENCE OF YOUR VERY EXISTENCE......YOUR SOUL...... IT'S REALLY WEAK.

But It can grow Stronger if you got a lot of EXP.

what EXP stands for?.

Well that's EASY.

Your Exterminated Pain.

Don't Worry.

I'll share some of em with You, It'll be very nice ALRIGHT?, ALRIGHT?.

Ahhhh, IF SOMEONE COULD HELP US, KRIS.

YOU AND YOUR GREAT FRIEND, CACTUSY.

THEY NEVER LET ME REST.

YOU MIGHT BE DIFFERENT.

WE BOTH HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON.

WE BOTH ARE EMPTY.

A REFLECTIONS OF WHAT WE USED TO BE.

BUT WITHOUT THIS REFLECTIONS.

What are You?.

ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE WITH THIS POWER?.

THE POWER TO GET REMOTE CONTROL.

WHAT'D I DO.

I BET YOU FEEL TRULY AWSAOME.

YOU DIDN'T BECAME STRONGER THIS TIME.

BUT WHAT YOU'LL DO IF YOU MEET A RUTHLESS POWER.

There is Friend Inside You, isn't it, KRIS.

I NEED TO BACK ON THAT STAGE.

I WANT TO BACK TO THE SPOTLIGHT.

I NEED LV.

YOU'LL GIVE ME LV.

Yes.

YOU LOVE ME, YOU JEALOUS FROM ME, YOU DO.

YOU SUPPOSED TO TASTE MY SUFFERING WHILE YOU WATCH IT ON TV!!!!!.

YOU ARE A SANKE, KRIS.

THAT'S HOW COWBOY SHOWS GOES I GUESS.

CANCELLED.

With a Sanke in My Boots.

Ohhh, YOU are a Star too, I can Seeeee it.

The Way you throwing yourself, it's just like me.

YOU from All people, must know the freedom of an ACT.

Ahhhh.

We are Better from anyone else.

The People who want to be Entertained.

Sat Back at the comfort of their sets.

Too much of a cowreds to make themselves.

They are IDIOTS, Kris.

We both deserved better.

I bet someone watching right now.

Aren't they.

Well, let me meet em.

Your "producer".

Maybe they can get Your favourite Deputy Cactusy back on light.

I could use some Light Time.

I sometimes miss how to breathe....

Alright?.

I'M ALONE.

I'M ALL THROWN.

It's A Friendliness Rope which make you Purple which mean no more Running away, ALRIGHT?.

IDIOT, oh I'm sorry.

Tenna, Rock, is that you guys?.

It's me, Your great Star.

CACACGSVSHSBDJENDJE DJENSJSNS.

[brilliantfantasticgeronimo]

the giggle - thoughts and reactions (part 1/2)

fourteen breaking up from the dance- w/ the toymaker-> "do you see why i broke with him?"

kate going to hug fourteen feels very appropriate sdlkfj kate is like 14 aka barerly holding it together lol distincly not Having Had A Good time for a while. Esp avoiding any serpents...she’s just 1 scandal away from a malcolm tucker "this job has fucked me in every hole of my fucking body" meltdown")

"no change then, there" rtd making all his rtd1 era political subtext into text lol

oh…. so kate is just 1 mind-funker away from becoming an immigrant-hating, disabled-hater, bravermanish AnCapp ........................ interesting to know (put a pin on that tbh. I feel we may finally get the antagonist!kate of our dreams (my dreams) in this era)

shirley being so "is it offensive? Well, borderline..." and "absolutely no need" and "don't make me the problem" feels kinda like... "oh we can have a have a badass disabled character but she can't actually impose herself or be an inconvinience in any way" ://

like damn in that exchange with kate, just have a "we'll talk about it later" line. From a non-political / strictly narrative-pov, that would give us a bit of a flavor for their relationship as well.

"can't you give everyone a mask?" "imagine trying that" the thing is. russel.......... they did very much give everyone a mask, DSFKLJ like *some* made a big noise and sure it's alarming for "what that means" but like... most ppl did in fact mask up sldfkj that was a very significant thing that happened, in fact.........)

the old archengel network~~

CANON WEST END MELANIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

rtd taking "but no one watches television anymore!" people and giving them the middle finger <3 iconic

nah we were already mad dr. you're not that important

"that's righteusness! that's human!" but let us seeeee the effect. same problem as the first special. we're too much in the doctor's pov. let me see the *outside world* pov. rtd1 used to be so good with this :/

"you have my permission" autocracy? in MY dr. who? is more likely than u think

(what separates 14 from 10 is that like.... 11-12-13... they could all be quite ruthless, but those post-10 doctors didnt waste time with bs. they just Get On with the autocracy w/ no pretenses lol) (it's growth (tm) but at the same time........... oh, yeah, we're on a waters of marsy / ghost light-y path lol)

"hello" "hi" T.T so cute!!! i love them

"good old sabolom glitz" what an oxymoron lol

"I've got nothing. My family are all gone" oof. timeless child parallelsssss

also melanie if u want a family u just need to adopt a bunch of orphaned, supernaturally-enhanced teenagers. it worked for SJ!!!

kate WILL hire all your ex-girlfriends doctor and there's nothing u can do to stop her

"all this time and you didn't mentioned her" i mean tbf. i love melanie but .not mentioning sj *is* more alarming than not mentioning melanie sdlkfjsdklfjsd

"you're wearing yourself out" YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING

companions marathoning doctor who thru the doctor's head is always so clara coded

we can't have 10.000 …….. but we can have this “the first man picked up a rock” monologue.

(tbh actually......... i always thought it was very fitting for The Story of dr. who that the very first serial and is a historical about "the day friendship was invented" , so them invoking that rn feels very fitting. The toymaker, as a the Doctor’s Fun House Mirror Of The Day reframes that day (that story) as the day *murder* was invented. )

thie flashbacks make the toymaker serial look so much better than it is lol the land of stories serial >>> toymaker serial

"you never tell me to do that" he does actually jjkjkkklk all the time.......

"that's what unravels me, all the laws I cling to, gone" for The Theme…. → overcoming trauma is about accepting the irationality and injustice of it happening. It’s necessitates accepting that life can be fundamentally Unbalanced and not Karmic.

this ep is fun but is like.... idk some of 14's speeches here. Him being so clear-headed… it feels bit gratuitous? Unearned? this "im always so certain" as well... which *shouldnt feel like that* since we've had 13 seasons (40+ seasons*) of development before this. but idk it still feels like... too much too sudden?

"take away the toys... what am i? what am i now?" the kids aren't all right.mp3

maybe i'll save u!!! aaaaa TOT

(for all the talk about "i say things like that now" the doctor doesn't actually says she loves donna *to* her face here...)

“games don’t have a memory, every game starts from scratch” tbh that’s what watching the show is like sometimes lol even for us ~reconcile everything~folks… at some point u do gotta take each week as its own thing.

the giggle in my head………… // the drumming…?

lol the "i thought i was clever" puppetry imaginery and the twisting of the ten-era"help me" motif.. c'mon toymaker is just ur avarage fan fiction writer. u are valid my dude!! join AO3!!!

[short-and-ugly]

maybe i need to cut back on some of the things that are revealed????? but idk where else i would put it... FUCK. the ending. awww but thats so long. its not gonna have as much of an impact. hmmm. well. zim revealing the PAK thing HAS to happen sooner. because it affects how people react to the things preceding the end.

zim has to allude to having attempted this same thing multiple times before.

ahhhh i found a part that im not really that satisfied with.... feels very un-zim...... hmmmmm...

just tried fixing it... still on the fence about it but it leads into other things so i cant very well just get rid of it.

zim deflecting/escaping <3 of course. keeps that in. important to his character.

skoodge blaming himself... important. this is unfamiliar territory to him. hes never seen zim behave like this before. and hes the only one around to witness it. so the only thing he can think to put the blame on is himself.

zim redirecting. also important. wonder if i should... no wait this is PAK stuff. gotta keep it the same.

the friends thing is VERY significant. cannot be lost.

never remembering... hmmm... not very satisfied with the way that flows. could afford to fix that. it was one of the first things i wrote for this specific installment so of course its a little outdated. miiiight be the only thing i scrap???? we'll seeeee

fuck wait but i really wanna REFERECNE IT LATTERE RYETETYETTHFRRRUGHR. ITS GONNA BE IMPORTANT LATER. ITS GONNA BE SO IMPORTATN. HAAHAHAH. fuck i cant get rid of it. my only option is to fix the dialogue so it flows better.

last bit is just to give a break away from the serious talk and also bring attention to the arm injury. cant get rid of.

damn. this whole thing really HAS to be 3k. maybe 5k. people are gonna get so bored. this is a brick wall of text. i might have to break it up so theyre doing activities in the midst of it. but also because of the nature of the conversation they cant really DO things. they have to sit and simmer in it. maybe then its best that the words flow the way they do? all dialogue with little to no breaks in between? if zim and skoo are uncomfortable talking to each other maybe readers can be uncomfortable/bored reading them talking??????

[joyerisjoy]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ó ꒳ ò✿) <3

lets seeeee

1.) drawing (duh)

2.) whatever hyperfixation I have at any given moment (currently Lute Hazbin)

3.) the friends I've made online and IRL (shoutout to my mutuals and lutuals!)

4.) travel (would love to do it again sometime)

5.) sleeping 12 hours (i need it)