#week two: mountain

[warmfuzzyanimal]

made myself a digital homunculus for my streams! plus an alt. costume for the saucier one and a tablet with pen tracking :03

[greenglowinspooks]

Alright, since it’s no longer 2 in the morning and my head’s a bit clearer, I present to you:

Liminal Riddler

So, not everyone in the DC fandom knows about this, and I’d bet that even less people in the Phandom do, but at one point, the Riddler had cancer. Had, past-tense, because he cured it. With the Lazarus pits.

And yeah, not everyone who gets dipped in the pits has to be liminal, but one would assume that the sudden replacement of a large number of malignant cells throughout the body is gonna do something.

The Riddler already acts quite a lot like a DP ghost in some interpretations anyways. He’s got a strict gimmick that he genuinely can’t part ways with, he’s campy and fun, he’s incredibly violent, etc.

Also, the way that he would react to this whole thing would be funny as hell.

Do I think the Riddler would really care if the GiW was after him? No. This is Gotham, the government is constantly going after him anyways.

Do I think he would care if Danny was being hunted down by the same people, and his parents were involved? Somewhat. He probably wouldn’t care about Danny specifically, at least not right away, but a young boy running terrified from his own parents would definitely bring back some bad memories, and he would probably give him a hand (if for no other reason than to get back to plotting crimes instead of dealing with childhood trauma).

Do I think the Riddler, whose entire thing is being smarter than everyone else, would care if the GiW somehow let slip that they thought he didn’t have human intelligence? That they believed him to be nothing but an echo of human life?

It’s not even a question. He would be the most insufferable person in Gotham within the hour. Genuinely nothing could stop him, especially not if Danny was helping jailbreak him from Arkham every time he got caught.

Almost every major road is closed. Every warehouse on the Docks is on fire. Somehow, they managed to color the clouds and smog a bright green.

The natives of Gotham would probably get those anti-ghost laws and acts overturned faster than the Justice League, if only to make the Riddler stop. His traps and games aren’t even lethal at this point (due to Danny’s insistence), but they’re so genuinely annoying that the general population is about to beat the GiW agents to death themselves just to get the Riddler to quit it already.

Also, I think that during this whirl of chaos, the Riddler would become quite fond of Danny.

He’s a bright young boy who’s very fond of wordplay, and inventive enough to keep up with him. Aside from the inevitable crisis of “oh god I’m becoming the bat,” he’d probably be happy to take on Danny as his protégé. Even if the boy won’t let him kill anyone (rude), he’s a terrifying getaway driver and can turn the both of them invisible and intangible, making Arkham escapes a breeze.

Hell, the Riddler would probably be willing to make a false identity for the two of them, just so he could get the boy proper schooling.

(Yes, he thinks that the entire education system is a sham and that he could do much better, but Danny wants to go into aerospace engineering, and the Riddler isn’t one to squander someone’s interest in learning.)

(Also, Echo and Query would find the whole thing hilarious)

[notpercieved]

Since Anaxa is able to doodle dromas in his spare time

High chance it means he has tried to draw other things aswell at some point, perhaps random props around his lab, or even sketches for the blueprints of mechanical things he is working on.

Maybe even a portrait.

Do you think he has tried to draw his sister at least once?

Maybe even looking in the mirror to see any glimpse of her reflection in him?

He would try to draw her, but she never looks right no matter how much he tried to fix her, he cant pin point what it is he is missing, and he doesnt have photos to go off from either.

Maybe then he would realize he had forgotten what she looked like

[3kl4ire]

i brokeback mountain-ed and aged down your old man yaoi. i’m not sorry……

aka British twink x Italian-American bear (they totally fuckin in the Mount Verona woods).

🎼: Glen Campbell - Southern Nights

5 drawings based off of a series of rbs i had w/@punkgrldotmp3 that you can find here :3

Basicallyyy Ennis -> Consort, Jack -> Patrizio, Alma -> Contessa, and Lureen -> Isa 😝 (they’re all in their mid to late 30s).

In this AU, the Capps are British immigrants *desperately* trying to fit into the Midwest cowboy culture, and the Montys are Italian-Americans that adopted the cowboy lifestyle as their family migrated from the east coast to the Midwest.

may i also bring to the table old woman yuri *serves you these drawings on a silver platter* (not so old since they’re all aged down lol) (i hope to fuck that Alma and Lureen aren’t related… haven’t watched this movie before… and maybe should’ve 😭)

+ just a reminder of plus size Isa and Patrizio supremacy plz n tnx 😤 (my *hc*)

++ I’ve never posted my drawings of Tybalt on here but his and Consort’s character designs I created have nods to each other and I think that’s neat (will def post tybbs in the future). My Merc also has Patrizio’s chin and cheek dimple teehee 🤭.

[sweetcomicval]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 | 𝐉𝐉𝐇

pairing: jeong jaehyun x fem!reader song choice: sleigh ride - ella fitzgerald word count: 1.3 k PEACH & PINE MASTERPOST

The morning was brisk and peaceful, the quiet broken only by a few random tweets of a bird. Jaehyun, feeling the chilly air on his face, stepped out of the house, his spirits high. He had left your car parked in the driveway earlier, opting for the more comfortable SUV for your weekend trip. Opening the trunk, he loaded in your cream-colored suitcase, his duffel bag, and Teo’s backpack, which you had packed the night before.

Jaehyun looked at you, arms loaded with even more bags, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. He glanced at the pile of stuff, a hint of concern crossing his face. The thought of dragging all that luggage through the snow made him question your packing strategy. “Darling,” he said, his tone half teasing, half serious, “are you sure we need all this?”

You paused, a playful glint in your eyes as you surveyed the luggage tetris. “We’re going to the snow, babe. You can leave some stuff here if you want, but I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

“It just feels like we’re moving,” he joked, but your playful smile put him at ease. He laughed, shutting the trunk before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“What time is it?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“11:30. We’ve got an hour before we need to pick up Teo. How about we snuggle for a bit?” He proposed, tempting you with his dimples, knowing you can say no to them. “Maybe make out?”

Your smile grew as you draped your arms around his neck. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a morning just for us,” you said. With a gentle nod, he leaned in, his mouth grazing yours. "Let's go inside.”

After a while of cosying up, you and Jaehyun made your way to Teo’s daycare. As soon as he saw you, his face lit up with pure joy.

“Mom! Dad! I’m ready to go skiing!” Teo rushed out to you both, lifting his arms up for Jaehyun to pick him up.

With smiles all around, you all piled into the car, the anticipation of your adventure making you all giddy. The city streets blurred, leaving behind the skyscrapers for the open highways leading to the mountains. The soft playlist you put together for Jaehyun played in the background, filling the car with a warm, easy rhythm.

Teo was buckled up in his booster seat, his eyes glued to the snow-dusted trees outside. “Look, Mom! It’s like a movie!” he exclaimed, pressing his hands against the window, his face in awe at the beauty outside.

As you pulled up to the resort, the mountains sparkled under their blanket of snow, their peaks glinting in the sunlight, the scenery looking straight out of a Christmas movie. The hotel and villas nestled at the foot of the mountain were decked out with red bows and star-shaped lights.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Teo shouted the moment his legs hit the ground. “Teo, we have to get inside!” Jaehyun replied, guiding him toward the lobby.

Inside, you were greeted by the warm glow of a fireplace and the scent of fresh pine. While you checked in, Teo explored the cozy space, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Let’s go to our cabin and then grab lunch!" you suggested.

After lunch at a restaurant with a view of the mountains, you decided to explore the resort, bundled up in your winter coats and scarves. Teo was eager to see everything. “Dad, can we go to the mountain now?” he asked, looking at him with the brightest, most convincing eyes. “Please, please, please!”

“We can’t, Teo. It will get dark soon,” Jaehyun said gently, but Teo’s smile faded. “But we can go snowboarding later, by the Christmas lights!”

You smiled and added, “How about we check out the dinosaur exhibit now? Tomorrow, we can spend the whole day in the snow.”

Teo’s eyes lit up. “There are dinosaurs? This place is lit!”

Jaehyun chuckled, trying to hold back his laughter. “Where did you learn that?”

“Uncle Johnny!” Teo beamed proudly. “Of course it was Johnny,” you said, laughing along.

Teo bounced happily as you headed to the exhibit. After some photos with the dinosaurs, you picked up your snowboarding gear for the night Jaehyun had promised.

Jaehyun led Teo and you away from the crowds gathered near the castle-like lights at the entrance to the small slope. “Just like we practiced—knees bent, weight centered, and most importantly, have fun,” he instructed, adjusting his bindings.

Teo nodded eagerly. “Got it, Dad!” he shouted, flashing his dimples in a wide grin. Jaehyun turned to you, noticing your wobbly stance on the board. “You’ve got this, love. Just lean into the turns and trust the board.”

You smiled nervously. “I’m more worried about crashing into someone.” Teo giggled. “Don’t worry, Mommy! We’ve got you!”

Laughing, Jaehyun gave Teo a gentle push. He glided smoothly down the slope, with you close behind, gaining confidence with each turn. Your laughter echoed in the crisp night air as the glowing lights guided the three of you down the hill.

The next morning, Teo was up early, tugging at your covers. “Mom! Dad! Wake up!” You groaned, burying your face in Jaehyun’s chest as you heard Teo getting closer. “Come snuggle for a bit, baby.”

“We can’t! We have to go to the mountain!” Teo insisted, jumping onto the bed. After some convincing, you finally got up and headed to breakfast, already dressed in your ski gear. Teo, in his neon green jacket, looked adorable as he struggled with his tiny ski boots.

At the lift, you met the ski instructor. “Hi everyone, I’m Park Soomin, and I’ll be your instructor today. Ready to hit the slopes?”

“Yes! I want to go to the top of the mountain!” Teo exclaimed, eyes sparkling.

“Let’s start slow, baby,” you said, taking his hand. “We’ll get there later.”

Soomin was patient and encouraging, helping Teo and you get comfortable while teaching Jaehyun some advanced moves. Though Teo clung to you and Jaehyun at first, each run down the gentle slope made him bolder.

“Look at me, Mom! I’m flying!” Teo shouted, laughing as he swayed from side to side. You and Jaehyun took turns skiing beside him, cheering him on. With each run, Teo gained confidence. “Soomin-ssi! I can do it by myself!” he declared proudly.

“You’re doing amazing, Teo!” Soomin called out, joining in your cheers.

Later, you rode the cable car up to the mountain peak for lunch. On the way up, you teased Jaehyun by singing, “Neo got my back, culture things, tech tech on my mind.” He shot you a playful side-eye.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, laughing. “Baby, look at us, uri bwabwa, you make me so mad!”

“Stop it!” Jaehyun chuckled, turning to Teo. “Teo, let’s go skiing just the two of us.”

You gasped dramatically. “Jeong Yuno! You can’t leave me here alone!”

You had lunch in the restaurant on the top of the mountain, and later you snapped pictures at the lookout and then went back to skiing, this time tackling a longer slope down the mountain. As the sun began to set, you made your way back to the cozy cabin. 

At dinner, Teo mumbled sleepily, “Dad, can we go to the forest tomorrow?”

Jaehyun smiled and kissed the top of his head. “Sure, baby. We’ll go in the morning, then head back home after lunch.”

Later, as Teo slept soundly, you and Jaehyun cuddled on the couch with some snacks and drinks. “This has been perfect—everything is beautiful, and Teo is so happy. I love you, Jay,” you murmured, grateful for the time spent together as a family. 

Jaehyun smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you even more. I’d do anything to see you and Teo happy.” He whispered, his words carrying the depth of his affection.

a/n: the family went to the snow! on top of the cold, i think i have a stomach bug, so bear with me 🫶🏼 reblogs and comments are appreciated 💌 the divider is from @saradika

[myokk]

This is what my mornings look like lately♥️♥️♥️

[percki]

i think that a lot of people don’t understand or weren’t conscious of the steddie apocalypse that occurred immediately after st4 aired. it was insane

[castadnova]

[shu-box-puns]

Ok, but when Spidy was a baby, and he and Tsu'Tey were starting to bond, he would sometimes just start screaming in the middle of the night with no prompt at all and none of the people at Hells Gates would be able to soothe him until they went and called Tsu'Tey to "Get his pretty blue ass down here" who, unsurprisingly, would be the only one who could put Spider back to sleep. Long story short, Tsu would find himself more often then not sleeping at the Hells Gates next to Spiders make shift crib than at Hometree. *Cue a lot of fluffy scenes*

Man didn't choose the Dad life, the Dad life chose him :D

[p1nkcanoe]

LET MOUNT FUCK RORY!!!!!

okay FINE

a little continuation of this post as a treat

“Let me in,” Mountain pleads. His teeth scrape against the side of Aurora’s neck, over the muscle that flexes taut and pretty when she tilts her head back against the mattress and sighs with the feeling of him deep, deep inside of her. He breathes hot and sticky against her skin, licking up the salty taste of her sweat that gathers on his tongue and moaning low and growl-like when he drinks up her rich scent, straight from the source. She feels so small when he fucks her like this. When he covers her body completely with his own and makes her feel like a doll. It makes her head spin and her brain go a little fuzzy. Aurora pants with every nip and bite at her skin with sharp, uneven fangs. She’s covered in red from her thighs to her neck, blushed in red hot heat, flush and red from his hands grabbing and clawing at her skin like he wants to crawl inside and stay there. Lines from blunt claws mark her skin like stripes. He’s more than a little out of his mind. 

“Open up for me,” he whines, his brow furrowing together tight and pained where it almost meets in the middle. “Just a little more. You’ve gotta…” 

Aurora opens her mouth to tell him she’s trying–she wants him to go deeper, to hit those spots inside that nobody’s been able to reach before–but the only noise that slides off her tongue is choked, more of a guttural shout when he punches his hips forward and steals the air from her lungs until they’re squeezed, burning, and empty. He’s so deep she can feel him in her throat. Somehow, it’s still not enough. 

If she were to look down she’d see him carving out a space for himself in her tummy. It bulges with every slide inside, makes a pretty little bump just under her belly button, but she can’t possibly look. Not with his mouth attached to the underside of her jaw, licking and sucking and nipping at her skin, but also the sight of his dick, flushed nearly purple and covered in her juices would probably make her core coil impossibly tight and burn hot until she was forced to cum on his cock. 

“You have to let me in,” he says again and pants open mouthed against the corner of her lips. His tongue darts out to lick at her teeth. Her arms wrap around his back, one of her hands threading up into the hair at the back of his head and pulling tight when he grinds forward, her much smaller body sliding up the bed with every push, relying on the weight of his own body to keep her rooted to one place. “I can’t get it in if you don’t open up for me. It’s ready, you just have to let me in–let me in.” 

She doesn’t want to be the one to break it to him that she’s as open as she can possibly be. The tip of his dick kisses her most sensitive parts and makes her nerves scream and her eyes line with tears. She wants him just as badly as he wants her, but it won’t be possible. She’s just too small for how large he is–it’ll never fit far enough in for him to pop his knot inside of her. No matter how many times he comes to her in the middle of the night or with the rise of the golden sun, asking, begging, pleading to let him knot her until he’s on the verge of tears, it will never fit. She can’t even feel the bulge of it when he buries himself as deep as he possibly can, and will never be able to hear the smack of his balls against her ass like he can with Cumulus or Cirrus or anyone else. It will never fit the way he needs it to, and he knows it. No matter how many times he tries–wills it to go further, deeper–it won’t. He’ll just keep trying until he’s overstimulated by his own lust, drowning in a flood of pheromones, and pushed to sobs, eventually thrown over the edge into the most unsatisfying orgasm. Just like he’s done so many times before… Again, and again, and again.

[kiwibirdlafayette]

"what, or who exists in the darkness of the cave below the iron mine?"

little theory post/story behind this paintin i did! If ya haven't seen it yet feel free to look first and drop a cheeky rb i'd a appreciate it a ton <3

I'm convinced mumbo is doing a Lore (tm) with his magic mountain row and I'm also a really big fan of the planets/realms that make up the seasons having a pre-existing history to them (along the same lines as like Doc uncovering the prophecies in mural form in the Perimeter last season)

It kinda starts with Big Ron. I'm a really big enjoyer of the fan theory that Big Ron owns the predecessor/perhaps original Grumbot (that features in the promo for the merch store) The guy Mumbo plays in that ad spot to me isn't cMumbo himself, but is Ron, someone's who's lived on the mountain prior to the arrival of the hermits in-universe. I'm gonna come back to this

Then there's the lab. The poster Mumbo designed and showed at around 5:00 in this video was another sort of thing that spurred the idea around Jimmy, specifically the parts about human trials, preservation and the bit at the end about "soon we will be living forever." The emphasis he puts on the build about the lab spilling toxic waste onto the farmland below already tells me that these dudes are into some shady business practice, like vibes alone. I doubt they're following any sort of scientific moral code.

Then Jimmy. I'm still sort of waffling about on how he exists in the history of this universe but ultimately, him and Lizzie were both already here, maybe deities, maybe just well respected people (side note: I have a concept about Lizzie being goddess who raised Magic Mountain from the sea, hence why she's revered in the city where Joel lives but that's a whole nother post I'm not near knowledgeable enough to elaborate on just yet). Seablings? Seablings. Most important part is that Jimmy lived on Magic Mountain Row or somewhere on/in the mountain, canary already somewhat apart of him

Back to Big Ron. Like, for a guy who- focuses so much on outdated tech I find it super interesting that he has artificial intelligence, which. ok either he worked for the lab or invented proto-grumbot himself, and maybe shared that tech with the lab people. (next side note: I've seen the namemc spoilers from this morning I'm gonna assume that's lab guy Mumbo has made a skin for but for the sake of its not existent in videos yet I won't be commenting on it ok i digress back to Jimmy)

Let's say the these shady scientists are at a standstill in their process. They've got the archival tech down, but this immortality thing is hard to crack. So what do they turn to? Probably the magical being living in the town. Under the cover of night, the canary is captured. He's forced into some test tubes, feathers plucked, experimented on for who knows how long and they break him. But they get closer, and the end justifies the means. There could be others as well, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if others get looped into the mix

And then, at some point the authorities find out and these experiments are condemned. The Lab is condemned and the scientists are ordered to release the test subjects, and most of them are, but not Jimmy. He's too important. They need him kept somewhere safe to come back to. Working with Ron, and proto-Grumbot, they trap him inside a soul lantern, and in a "say anything and you're dead" kind of deal with the Boulder Bros (maybe the owners of the iron and gold mines) Jimmy's immortal soul is bound to be stuck forever in the iron mine, silenced from singing for his sister's help.

Years later, cMumbo arrives. I like playin around with the idea of it being like a Stardew-esque thing where Mumbo is either returning to a town and Ron is related to him somehow, and while living at that little house at the top, is working for Ron and running errands for the other shops, including stocking the iron shops at the mines that the shopping district developed around. But Ron gives him one clear instruction- stay in the light. Don't go past the stationary minecart at the edge of the darkness.

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Mumbo for all that he is, heeds Ron's warning for the longest time. But like anyone curiosity starts to get the better of him. He can never tell if he's hearing things, but once in a while between the sounds of conveyor belts, and iron drills he starts to hear whispering. A faint whistle coming from the darkness beckoning him closer, to peek into what lies beyond. Talking to Jill and Bob at the oddities shop, he's able to sneak and convince a little story out of them, and after some hesitation sell him a magic soul torch, with the warning not to let anyone else see it.

On a restock run, he takes it with him secretly. And once his job is done, he makes his way deeper into the mine until he happens upon a soul lantern- a slight blue glow coming from within- sitting on a stone pedestal. Everything is telling him to turn back, that this is an awful idea. But, stupid ideas have always been his thing, and he opens the lantern, and lights it with the torch from Jill.

Pants.

The fire inside spurs to life in a roar, and he panics, dropping the soul torch at his feet, still burning a bright cyan. As he turns to run out, the canary song he hears bits of rings with a power he's never heard before and a flurry of yellow feathers fills the cavern. He makes it back into the light, frantically picking up the shulkers and stumbles into the mine elevator. He slams at the buttons as the bird calls reverb and howls through the mine, now more desperate than ever to get out. No amount of force on the carriage work, as every component of the mine machinery has hissed to a halt, acting as if possessed by something that doesn't want him to escape.

Something that needs him to understand what he's just released.

As he begins to falter dropping his head to his chest, the canary song fades into the already eerie silence, and soon all Mumbo can hear is the weight of his breathing, and the sound of his heart pounding through his ribcage. Biting at his thoughts, he shakily uses his free hand to shuffle himself back around to face the mine entrance.

The door of the lantern at the front creaks open, releasing a small bit of smoke out towards the minecart. From the darkness, a wisp of blue smoke pierces through the veil to meet the other trail of smoke. Mumbo sees a faint golden glow appear, only to realize its wings. As they come more into view, Mumbo's redstone stained eyes are met by deep brown ones that reflect the gold of their wings as a face appears in the shadows, followed by the rest of them, dressed in tattered and coal dust stained clothes. He holds out the soul lantern in his calloused right hand. The fear in the person's eyes look him down almost as if he recognizes him.

Mumbo doesn't dare speak.

And neither does the canary.

[yusuke-of-valla]

"I couldn’t even name a city from Scarlet & Violet, they were that bland and generic."

One day. There will be mainstream Pokemon criticism that doesn't suck. Like what does this mean and what counts as "not generic"? Why are the identifying features of cities in Scarlet and Violet not as good as the old ones?

The author doesn't have to say you just publish 700 words bemoaning Pokemon wasn't as good as it was with no concrete details or actual points to support your argument and you're fine!

[runawaymun]

just ascended Baizhu to the 4th tier and I'm ...... ;-;

"My energy is on the rise... I suppose it is due to the recent improvements in my condition. I don't feel so weary, even after a full day of seeing patients. This is all thanks to your efforts."

[amarveloustune]

this is very weird but like...I think I'm not depressed anymore? I have been pretty much my entire life and this last six weeks or so I just feel so much better. which makes no sense because the world is falling apart and I'm stressed as hell about everything! and yet I'm constantly planning out fun things to do and enjoying my alone time and can't drive anywhere without thinking about how pretty the world is and how much of it there is I want to see. how bizarre

[charles-leclerc-official]

will u write race analyses this year queen?

Yes!

I have been working out a new format that I think will be more manageable for me.

Summer might be tricky because I am gonna be out of service for multiple days at a time, but aside from that yes.

I think I have decided to stay far more Ferrari focused, so we'll be looking in depth at Charles' and Lewis' races each weekend and also where the SF-25 is at.

And then if there is something else important for other drivers probably post separately about that if it bears discussion (ie Max vs Lando on track battles etc)

Staying focused on the team and taking glances at other drivers/teams when relevant.

Bare minimum we must talk about Charles' race. Also super super interested to see where the car lands this year, this car is critical to Ferrari's immediate future.

But yes I am very excited to do more technical talk this season with you all!

[therentyoupay]

#24 JUST SAY IT JELLSAAAAAA ARTGHHHAHAHNSNNEMWMEMWJAJHAJAHAHHAHA

On July 1st, the lonely house at the top of the mountain was finally sold.

— In which Jack(son) Overland tries his best to befriend his neighbor, one woodworking project at a time. { neighbors-to-lovers!fic, modern-mountain-living!au }

Prompt from @aicosu: Three-word sentences: "Just say it."

ao3 ❆