#this is my brain child

[charliesgirlblog]

SVU ABORTION COMIC

[aegondluvrs]

my lover (in my dreams)

Pairing - luztoye

tags - pining, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, angst w a happy ending, so much pining, modern au - australia, modern au - univserity

Joe was never a man of many words, blood spreading across his knuckles and trailing down his face a testament to that fact; always opting to communicate his feelings via his hands over his words, not that he was ever any good at articulating what he wanted to say anyway.

George Luz, however, that man puts plane propellers to shame with how quickly he can run his mouth. He talks so fast Joe has trouble remembering what the topic of conversation George even began with. His talking doesn't end with his words; he talks with his hands and his body, animated and always accompanying his story.

He's loud, he's bright, he's rambunctious, and Joe Toye is completely, wholly in love with him.

He thinks he's been in love with George since primary school. He recalls rounding upon George, brown hair shaggy and long, covered with strawberry milk, tears streaming down his still chubby cheeks and fists clenched by his sides standing next to the bathrooms, looking so small and quiet. Joe doesn't remember much from primary school, but he remembers the deafening quiet coming from George, the taunting from Cobb's shitty friends, but he mostly remembers feeling how Cobb's nose cracked against his fist and how happy he felt. He remembers looking up, seeing George's small face rounded and puffy, the sheer glee so evident and obvious, and 12 year old Joe stood no chance.

(He remembers how angry his Mum had been, remembered the rage of her sharp face and how it dissipated when she saw 11 year old Luz run up to Joe (smelling an awful lot like off milk) and nearly tackling him to the ground in his joy, mouth running a million miles and hour, and Joe remembers the smile across her face, seeing them on the verge of falling, remembers her stalking off to chat with Luz's mum, wrapping his arms around his new friend.)

He's broken out of his daydream, literally and physically, none other than Floyd Talbert knocking into him, knocking his beer and fuck his fucking last smoke- "HEYYYY JOEYYYYYYYYY!" Talbert is all in his face, bright eyed and fuck what has he done now. "Whaddya' want Tab. I was having a somewhat mediocre time, and you ruined it, so it had better be good." He usually wasn't so burly and harsh, but uni was kicking his arse and if he had to watch Gene and Babe make eyes at each other one more time he was throwing himself off a cliff at Bondi. Tab just blinks his massive eyes at him, slow and wow has his right eye always blinked before his left? Joe catches him before he sways himself off the balcony, dancing along to a symphony literally no one else can hear. Joe shakes him once, for a response. He shakes him a second time, harder, because he may throw Tab off a cliff at Bondi before himself.

"It's George, Joe," he slurs the words slightly, but Joe doesn't even hear it, swallowed by concern and a hot flush of worry making its way up his chest and neck, red and splotchy. The music from the house syncs with his heart, pounding and ringing in his ears. He feels off kilter, like something has turned. He sees more than feels his fingers curling into his palm on Tab's shoulders, an instinctual response when one of his friends is in trouble. "He's too hot Joe. Too fine. Too delicious. I'm only a man Joe, how can I resist." He's brought back to earth, Floyd's whining the words, and Joe feels the flush leave his neck, the salty breeze leaving pinpricks on his neck.

He feels Tab shift backwards, watches as he reaches for his phone, realises in sheer horror that Tab is about to show him the messages shared between Tab and his boyfriend. George. George Luz is his boyfriend. Not Joe's, never Joe's. Always Floyd's, since textiles in year 8, he's only ever been Floyd's. Joe is abruptly brought back to the present, shaking off thoughts of a blushing George, glares at Tab as he attempts to unlock his phone, crosses his arms to protect himself. He can only stare blankly when Tab turns his phone, unlocking forgotten as he shows off the picture of George as his home screen, smiling and beautiful and god Joe has to leave now before he says something stupid. "Yeah, nah bud. I dunno'. Maybe you should go back to him. Cause you're pretty fucked mate." He's so fucking jealous he burns, seething as his words fly over his friends head, dopily grinning at his screen and oh fucking jesus he's stroking the screen and Joe is done. He stares at Tab a little longer, jealousy simmering and turning into sadness and Joe is not a good sad drunk.

(Eugene Roe has never seen something so sad in his life, coming home from his human anatomy lab and seeing Toye, small and sniffling, bundled up in Eugene's study blankets and scrolling through George and Floyd's relationship reveal post, bottles of VB strewn across the coffee table. He remembers sitting Joe's head in his lap, muttering soft French lullabies until he feels his friend drift off, his own heart hurting.)

"Floyd?" George steps through the sliding door, his outfit and the lights from Nixon's house making him look like an angel. He shuts the door behind him softly, and descends the stairs to where Joe and Tab are. Joe waves dumbly, rewarded by a soft laugh from George and a confused tilt of his head. He can feel himself staring, at George's lashes, his freckles laying across his cheeks, his big, soft honey eyes, stopping in front of Joe and looking him up and down and fuck if that doesn't send a thrill through Joe. "Hiya Georgie," he wills his voice not to quiver, not to slur, make George see he looks put together, "How are you?" He's slurring, he can tell and George's eyes crinkle at the nickname, smile lines prominent and his mouth isn't even moving and wow, Joe loves Georges mouth.

"Hi Joey, I'm good. Just here to take Floyd home. I haven't been drinking so I've unilaterally voted desso for the night. What about you, Joey?" He loves how his lips curl around his name, all soft and shiny and all for him. For Talbert. Not Him. Never Him. Joe takes a deep breath, wills his drunk self to not do anything stupid.

[just-french-me-up]

this is a PSA for fic writers who haven't updated in a while :

there are fics out there I'm subscribed to that have gone double digit months without updating.

rest assured the moment those babies catapult an AO3 email my way i'm dropping from the face of the earth to sink my teeth into them

i'll wait, and so will your readers

[lazylittledragon]

you know what fuck it we’re doing dadstarion

[watmalik]

I connected the dots, chat.

[5iyoomi]

just the tip....

Thinking about genshin men with big dicks who promise you they'll only put the tip in once you see the sheer size of them, your eyes widening and lips parting to tell them that they wouldn't fit. That even though they spent hours with their head between your legs, prepping you, you still weren't ready for the whole thing just yet.

Men who know they're a lot to handle. They pride themselves on it, in fact, and seeing you so scared and whiny just makes them want to ruin you until the whole world knows their name. They know you can take it, know you want more than you say you do, and it drives them crazy as they grind the fat head up and down your slit.

Men who bruise you with the grip they have on your waist as they slide into your cunt. Just the tip, like you asked, letting out stunted groans when they feel how tight and hot you are around their cock. You're so wet they could easily fuck themselves the rest of the way in. Say it was an accident. It's pure torture, how you think either of you can get off like this, especially since they aren't touching that pretty clit of yours.

Men who bottom out in one quick thrust because that look on your face is going to be the death of them. They hold you down so you can't squirm, getting off on your mewls and cries of pain that make tears run down your flushed cheeks. You whine about how full you are, pressing down on the bulge in your tummy and telling them you can feel them nudging your cervix with every slow grind of their hips. They know it hurts, but they can't help it, so they lean down to whisper sugar and honey right into your ear.

"Mmm, sorry sweetheart, you just felt too good. So take it all like a good girl, okay? I know you can." While they slowly pull out just to slam all the way back in, your choked out whimpers and unconscious clenching and unclenching going straight to their dick >>>>

KAEYA, zhongli, ITTO, cyno, AYATO, baizhu, dainsleif, CHILDE, heizou, SCARAMOUCHE

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[lieu-rey]

uhm uh. rdr jovier.

[samipekoe]

this cat is fucked up

[astearisms]

may you find peace 🌾

[laurents-secret-diary]

the quirked up white boy Of Vere

[crustyfloor]

A new pop-up store dropped for ALIEN STAGE's 2nd anniversary and wow. It's so sick.

It's Interesting what exactly these experiments are focusing on and monitoring.

Instrument practice

I found it interesting earlier that Till was so tame, more so than he usually is when he's going through experiments, but music, and making music is what he loves doing, So he was fully in his element here. This was probably the only thing he was made to do by the aliens that he at least tolerated.

(Additionally, judging by his collar (orange), he was at least calm. maybe he just isn't fazed anymore.)

//Side note, that head contraption looks familiar BUT this most likely isn't related at least i hope

(It puts me at ease, at least..)

Dance practice

This surprised me, but I suppose Mizi needed more skills.

She looks very startled here, and nervous(?) +It looks like she's doing this while singing. And with that face covering I assume this was a test monitoring her dance balance, precision, etc. At first, I did think it was odd, "Why would Shine put her through that" But alas I was reminded that even though Mizi is the flower of the group she was never untouchable, to Shine, this was the equivalent of teaching your dog to sit and stay.

(seeing this it reminded me of those scenes in movies where the people are dancing, and the music gets faster and faster until they fall. I wonder if she was doing through something similar to that)

Singing practice (?)

Similar to Till she also looks quite calm outwardly, if the machine around her neck is an iteration of the collars they have, then this process wasn't something she liked, or given how intense this experiment looks, this was a test of high-pressure to ensure she always stayed calm during performances (?). Then again this could also be a posture practice given all the structure focused on maintaining her position.

(What I believe was another form of this test was shown before so I think so)

(With her hands in a praying stance I wonder if she was praying to herself or singing a religious song (sweet dream?) It's also interesting that the machinery around her looks like a halo, and she looks so...angelic? holy?)

Image making practice

By image making, I think they made Ivan replicate expressions with his face. Whether this process was painful for him or not...I'm not sure. But it looked visibly uncomfortable, maybe that was the point. (His expression, even in this circumstance is so dubious..)

Ivan, among other things, needed to have a spotless appearance to be successful, his image was a priority given his skills were certainly guaranteed.

I assume the aliens eventually took note of his lack of expression, in the real world this can be a detriment to one's career, so the Aliens had to ensure quality was perfect. (To a more...dedicated level)

Superiority test

'Superiority test' Is very vague.

HyunA is very calm here too, likely sedated in that water with all the tablets on her. I guess this was a test to get an idea of a pet human's strengths and weaknesses, endurance, and temperament to compare and contrast them with others, testing who is more viable for Alien stage?

Another interesting, and sad part about this is that HyunWoo was there, watching his sister through her experiments.

(Also, it looks like both of her legs are normal, no alien leg yet.)

Heart rate variability

And finally, the most visceral of them all. The wording 'variability' makes this all the more sickening, the Aliens were testing his heart hours, testing it at different rates, speeds, and states. And he was in agony the entire time. Even the way he's clutching his chest, it gives me chills. This would've been a completely harmless test in a normal setting, as something quite similar to this can be performed efficiently in real life. But he's being tortured in the process.

This is one of the first times we've ever seen Luka's face so truly clear and unprotected, (understandably so.) He's even crying.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Maybe it's because I grew up without much money but every time I go grocery shopping (I do this online) I feel so fucking wealthy. I'm all like "you know I can save myself so much labour... and buy the apple pie THAT'S ALREADY MADE, haha, such an indulgence!" and "with the click of a button, THEY WILL BRING THE FOOD TO MY HOUSE! So luxurious!"

Last week I bought the kind of instant noodles that come in their own disposeable cups instead of the cheaper kind that you have to provide a bowl for and I'm still riding that high.

[constantlyfalling]

creature 5 (1, 2, 3, 4)

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 10

Danny groaned, blearily raising his head from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made in his apartment. He had smelled something strange.

Something strong enough to wake him from his sleep. Danny got up and stumbled to the front door, cursing his luck for getting a fever so soon into his interdimentional road trip.

Peering out of his open doorway he saw a little kid shivering in the cold, badly hidden behind two trash cans in the mouth of an alley. Danny didn't think twice. In fact he didn't think at all. It wasn't uncommon for an Omega to smell a child who didn't have the scent of another Omega on them and immediately claim that child as thier own, and seeing as his home dimension had exclusively Omegas...let's just say there's a lot of drama in family court and a lot of laws pertaining to this.

So of course the next thing Danny knows is that the kid was bundled up inside his very soft and comfy makeshift nest before Danny passed out.

For the next week Danny had this mysterious fever and he acted like a parent on autopilot, barely conscious as he instinctually cared for the little boy. He made them food and cut them up into tiny bits to feed his baby and if it was handfoods like pizza rolls or sandwich triangles, Danny would hold him in his arms and rock his back and forth, humming softly as his child ate.

Eventually his heat ended (note that omegas from his world don't have heats, they don't have alphas and so they don't even know what a heat is) and Danny was very surprised he has a child in his house. But he and the baby are very emotionally attached to one another. When Danny asked what the little kids name was (and man this kid was little) the kid stared at him in the way little kids do before muttering the world "Clone" followed by what sounded suspiciously like a serial number.

Danny decided, nah. His kid now. Sucks to be the bioparent cause Danny doesn't wanna share.

Somewhere in the city, the bats were freaking out. They had raided a lab and discovered not only had one of them been cloned, but the clone had escaped and no one knew where it was. Cue panicked parental frenzy.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 296

Through a series of miscommunication, the League is now under the impression that Batman, strange cryptid that he is, may or may not have given birth to the other vigilantes running around in Gotham. This was not helped by Bruce referring to all of his children, no matter how big they get, as his babies. Nor was it helped by Red Robin, in the middle of a narcolepsy-fueled imminent crash, mentioned how he had no mother. 

It also doesn’t help that no one is aware that they are in fact completely normal people, and not aspects of Gotham itself brought to life. Though really that’s on the bats themselves, because at this point they should at least count as undead.