#cus that seems like a solid idea

[vanillaberrychills]

THE SICK READER FIC WAS *CHEFS KISS* 🤌🏼🤌🏼

soooooo……maybe college!medical!student!gf who, when Simon comes back from a mission all battered and bloody, she has to fix up his wounds but she can’t stop herself from crying a little cus her Simon is hurt and wincing and hissing whenever she has to clean a cut……

Aww! I'm so glad you liked it <3

One college medical student! gf x simon coming up!

— All your life you've wanted to help people, save them from tortured lives and provide them with whatever it took to ensure that would happen.  So you spent your college years studying to do anything in the medical field, finding you were actually quite good at it.  You liked it, first of all, so you spent a lot of time specifically just learning.  As time went on, it came to the point where you would need your clinical hours in order fo graduate.

Originally, you didn't know where to go, until it was suggested by your professor that you could go on a military base to do some screening, or even help the nurses with soldiers.  You loved the idea, helping people who also helped people.  A lot of your classmates seemed to disagree, mostly worried about all the extra stuff that came with it, or not wanting to live on base to avoid those issues. You were eager, finding that as long as you got to do what you were passionate about there was no problem.

Arriving on base was a breath of fresh air as well, people were good to you.  Nurses were happy there was a fresh set of helping hands around, and soliders happy those hands were soft and feminine.  You were actually really good at what you did, which surprised you and the nurses who trained you; they half expected you to be a little but squeamish to the sight of injured soldiers.  But you weren't.

On more than one occasion you had seen soldiers with bullet wounds and gashes across their body, you would have to be the fresh hand of comfort for them.  On one of those occasions you met a man they called Ghost.  You recall it so vividly, the way the nurses would giggled and roll their eyes as he walked in, his hand covering a gash across his left shoulder.  The way his eyes were the only thing that revealed from his mask.

Immediately the nurses would giggle, approaching him from several directions, "You have to let us touch you if you want us to fix it."

He would grumble and sift past them, "Not a chance. Gon' do it myself"

You would smile a bit and the nurses noticed, they shared an exchanged glance and immediately pushed you toward him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Ghost! We're training the student, you'll let her help you, right?" Their troublemaking laughs increased as you stumbled, stopping yourself from bumping into him, eyes glancing up to meet his.  His eyes, beautifully brown and stern, softened at the glance of a young medical student with a shy expression; you. It was silent as he considered it for a few seconds, lowly grumbling out, "Yeah sure, just this once."

The nurses cheered with playful giggles, your face a few temperatures hotter now, you were sure. You led Ghost to an empty bed and pulled the curtain, a professional smiling meeting him, "Alright, go ahead and take off your jacket and shirt so i can fix up your wounds."

His eyes narrowed a bit, staring at you behind the max but he complied, and you got to work, softly speaking through the steps to him as you did so. The entire time he stared at you, your focused eyes and diligent stitching. You didn't oogle him or sweet talk to get his attention, you want to learn.

"Alright, Ghost, you're all set." You pulled back with a smile, tossing out the sharps in the proper container and wiping everything down as you spoke. "Ghost -"

"Simon." Simon interrupted, staring down at the stitches of his arm, you paused, when he glanced back up his heart throbbed a bit. Your curious eyes and slightly agape jaw, accompanied by your tilted head. You were confused. He smiled a bit under his mask, "Name's Simon, love."

— If it weren't obvious enough, it was love at first sight between the two of you. From that day on, Simon frequented the infirmary, picking you up and walking with you wherever you had to go. And shortly after thay friendship the two of you had begun dating.

You got better in your craft, more comfortable with blood, death. It was a terrible thing really, but you were happy Simon didn't often frequent the infirmary for an injury.

Today was a particularly easy going day for you, a day off you would spend in your room resting. Your eyes locked to the windows as you watched large, angry-looking clouds darken with the sound of raining pitter pattering against the glass. Big flashes of lightning followed by thunderous booms addes to the ambience.

Back in the city you were afraid of storms, the loud bangs, rushing water. You didn't like it. But on base, there was comfort to it. Simon once told you, "Storms are good, safer that way. You go out and try to do a mission, no one can hear ya. The fog too thick to see me, and the water washing away my foot prints."

He said it to comfort you, and it worked instantly, your eyes watching the dramatic thunderstorm with a smile. Simon was safer this way.

You browse your phone while you watch the storm, until eventually you fall fast asleep. A relaxed and peaceful slumber that was interrupted by a strange scent. A metallic one that immediately made your hand twitch with a reflexive action. That scene being blood.

Followed by Simon's soft and gentle croon, "Love.."

You sat up immediately with a sharp gasp, your hands going to your chest as you glanced around, right in front of you stood a weakened Simon. His mask torn off and casted aside on your night stand, his hands clutching a gushing wound on his stomach. A first aid kit laid out next to you.

Your voice croaked pathetically and Simon winced, stumbling back to sit on a chair as he took off his shirt, "M'sorry, love. Please just help me."

In all your months of clinical work, the sight of blood had yet to bother you, the scent never made you feel sick, and the injured person never made your heart ache. Your eyes stinged with water and you choked back a sob. "S..Si..?"

However st this very moment, your world felt spontaneous crushed between a set of clapping hands, the rhythm being your pounding heart that ached relentlessly.

Your heart throbbed at his apology, trembling hands lifted the blank off you, your hands vision blurring as you prepared yourself to treat him. His body winced as you made contact, he bit back his own groans at first. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks as you heard his whimpers slowly come out, his voice a weak rasp that uttered out in small attempts to comfort you. Simon's large hands gripped the chair arms for some comfort as you worked.

The sob you bit back finally slipped out, a small whimper of a noise, he stopped gripping, watching you finish up bandaging his final injury. You sat on your knees before him, whimpering, not even able to find the energy to speak properly. His warm, calloused hands gently reached out to wipe away your steam hot tears, kissing them away gently, "M'sorry, baby."

You hiccuped softly, your trembly hands reaching out to wrap around his hand, kissing his bruised knuckles. He rubbed the top of your head with his other hand. Eyes shifting shut as he leaned back in the chair. Another soft whisper from him, "I'm okay now, I'm okay, you saved me, angel."

Choking out a soft sob you buried your face against his hand, relishing the warmth. "Si..Simon."

"I know love, i know." He cooed and rubbed your brow with his thumb. Your tears slowly settled as your exhaustion returned, your head resting on his lap as he caressed you. A hand readhing out to grab a long strand of your hair and bringing to his lips. Body aching and exhausted he watched the storm.

There was gentle booms of thunder and purring rain droplet sounds, but your soft sniffling was the only audible noise in his mind.

#ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty ghost #simon ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost #cod x you #cod 141 #cod mw2 #mw2 141 #141 x reader #task force 141 #tf 141 #vanillaberrychills fic request #vanillaberrychillsrequests #vanillaberrychills❗

[i-am-mldy]

Back to my nalu brainrot years later so here are my headcanons on how nalu should develop if Mashima actually writes them properly:

Lucy sees Natsu as her best friend but does think there could be potential for more. She just actively pushes the idea away because it doesn't seem possible. She doesn't want to wait around for him and waste time, so she's long accepted how they currently are. It's not so bad anyway, cus their friendship is just as valuable to her. She doesn't need anything different as of now.

Natsu doesn't really think much about romance, relationships, etc. But he's not an idiot (canon you have no power here). All he knows is that Lucy is different than his other friends. Aside from Happy, he likes being around her the most. He doesn't really think about kids, but finds himself daydreaming about having one with Lucy, which he does not do with the other FT girls. He's scared to lose all his friends, but the thought of losing Lucy sticks around the most. She's different to him, he knows that, but struggles to figure it out because it's all new to him

Idgaf what the manga says. Natsu still likes pranking Lucy but has grown considerate of her. Lucy, however, learned from him and pranks him back. It has become a game now of who can tease the other better. Lucy likes playing around with her best friend, while Natsu just loves seeing her smile.

Happy has seen a change in Natsu in his treatment and feelings towards Lucy but doesn't know how to bring it up. He also sees Lucy's lingering looks of longing that she adeptly cuts short whenever someone notices. He'd rather they figure it out for themselves.

Their development would be gradual (but not nonexistent as it is in the damn manga). No dramatic confessions, just a bit of pushing from Lucy and a bit of opening up from Natsu. Lucy finds herself wanting to be closer bit by bit despite her earlier reservations, as Natsu's slowly figuring out how he feels for Lucy. Fortunately, Natsu doesn't need to say much for Lucy to understand what he means.

Their dynamic stays the same, just more mature and emotionally intimate. It comes to a point where they don't really need to verbalize it to know they're both it for each other, their first and last, forever.

At this point, the pda really begins. How Natsu teases Lucy now is outright flirting and dirty jokes, which flusters Lucy every time, especially when they're with the team. Lucy soon discovered that the best way to get back at him was through physical flirting — running her hands across his chest and stomach, playing with his hair, touching his neck. It drives him absolutely crazy and she loves it.

Natsu's protectiveness now bleeds beyond their fights against enemies and into simple social encounters with other people who so much as look at Lucy weirdly. This annoys her, but inside, she finds it sweet and attractive. On the other hand, Lucy tries to act nonchalant whenever she's jealous in order to save face, but the team can clearly see through her facade. Natsu, unfortunately, constantly misses all the hints, so Lucy ends up conceding anyway.

If they were attached at the hip before, they're absolutely glued to each other now. Natsu outright refuses to go anywhere without Lucy, and only she can convince him otherwise. The two now always share a bed/sleeping mat. Whenever they walk around, their hands are always intertwined. The most shocking of all, Natsu shares his food with Lucy; lets her take a bite from his plate all the time.

He tried to get into reading for her but quickly got bored of it, so she thought of reading to him instead. This seems to be much more effective, to the point the two often discuss their thoughts on what they're currently reading. This almost always turns into heated debates, with Lucy repeatedly trying to explain her point with solid evidence from the text, and Natsu just not getting it.

In that same vein, Lucy offers to spar against him. What Lucy lacks in physical strength, she makes up for with tact and sheer magical prowess, so they're often evenly matched, with Natsu winning the most by just a small margin mainly due to his stamina. Regardless, what matters most to him is how much fun he has with her. Also, their sparring helps him with his impulsiveness and temper since he has a safe outlet for his pent-up energy now.

It took a while for their teammates to adjust to their evolved dynamic. They're mostly shocked that Natsu had the brains to even make a move, but they can see how the two have matured with each other. Hence, they're truly happy for them.

Years down the line, Lucy moves into his house, which he spent months renovating to accommodate her. The first few months are pure chaos as they adjust to sharing the same space, with Natsu increasing his pranks and Lucy trying to avoid every single one, and Lucy constantly wanting to rearrange furniture and Natsu grumbling as he mostly does the heavy lifting, but both cannot express enough how happy they are to share a home.

The thought of proposing just suddenly comes to Natsu one day. After pondering on it for a few days, he asks her out of the blue as they're idling in the house. Lucy is shocked, stares at him, then laughs out loud when she realizes he's 100% serious. He gets flustered and self-conscious as she's doubling over, but before he can ask what is so funny, she kisses him and says yes. He grins and hugs her tightly as they laugh and kiss.

They have a simple ceremony near the guild, but things quickly turn chaotic as their friends from all over visit to witness the ceremony. Their honeymoon is spent traveling and adventuring. They pull a Sasuke and Sakura by coming home with baby Nasha OR with Lucy heavily pregnant because she wants to give birth in the guild. Either pushes the entire guild into absolute chaos, but the two wouldn't have it any other way.

Will add more soon! Feel free to comment and add your own

#fairy tail #nalu #natsu x lucy #nalu headcanon #fairy tail 100 yq #fairy tail 100 years quest #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #hiro mashima

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy giving you a bubble bath after a long day at work, he sits behind you and rubs your puffy pussy calling you his good girl and ur just his subby girlfriend crying cus hes hands are so thick and perfect 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️❤️

Here you go😇😝

Warning: 18+, sexual content.

Dragging yourself to the kitchen, the full moon's leftovers from a restless night still haunt you. As soon as you got home earlier, you laid down on the couch to get a few minutes of rest. Surprise surprise, that turned into a solid hour nap. You hate leaving the dishes in the sink, so as soon as you see them you start washing them before preparing dinner later.

-Babe?

-In here! – you answer, rubbing your forehead with your arm. A lock of hair falls on your face and you blow it away.

Billy enters the kitchen and puts the house keys in the bowl, his eyes on you. -Hey.

You give him a tired smile, rinse a breakfast bowl under water, and place it on the dish rack. -Sorry, I forgot to wash the breakfast things. When I got home I just had to sit on the couch for a bit but fell asleep. I was exhausted.

Billy comes up to you as you rub a dish with the sponge. -Not a big deal. Leave it here, I’ll do it later.

-I’m almost done.

You sigh as he turns off the tap, resting a hand on your arm. -It's Friday. I’ll do it. Just c’mere.

You grab the towel he holds out to you, drying your hands. You turn towards him, finding yourself trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. His blue eyes roam over your face. He has a spot of motor oil on his cheekbone, which you brush away with your thumb.

-What’s going on? D’you have a bad day? – he asks as his fingers graze the skin of your hip under your shirt.

-No, no. Just...just a long one, that’s all.

Billy hums. He moves closer and kisses the corner of your mouth as his lips linger there, his mustache teasing you deliciously. You can smell the faint scent of cigarettes in his kiss.

-Alright. Let's get you in the bath. Relax a bit', huh? - he asks, his big hand goes up your back and wraps itself around the back of your neck, warm and reassuring.

A bath sounds like a good idea.

A few minutes later, your body sinks in the bathtub as you let the warmth of the hot water envelop you. The bubbles shimmer like iridescent jewels. The rhythmic sound of their bursting orchestrates a gentle melody.

-Aren't you coming? – you ask Billy.

He is sitting to your left, his arms resting against the edge of the tub. He reaches out a hand and brushes your lips with his thumb.

-I thought you wanted to be alone for a while.

You shake your head, kissing his thumb. Billy gets the message and stands up, undressing. When he sits behind you and grabs your hips, drawing you closer to him, you lean your back against his chest with a satisfied hum. His hands rest against your belly. You never cease to be amazed at how your bodies contrast with each other. His golden skin seems even more tanned against your fair one. Your legs trapped between his are small.

Wrapped in the warmth of his body and the warm water, you let out a long sigh trying to ignore the tension in your shoulders. You try to disconnect yourself from thoughts of work. It's no use at the moment.

-You need to stop worrying so much, y'know. - Billy says at one point. His thumbs draw circles on your belly, which relaxes your nerves a little. 

-I know. It's just...there's so much to do. I don't even know if it's gonna work.

You just opened a coffee shop in Hawkins. Things are going well so far, but there's still so much to do. Robin and Max are a great help. Taking care of the marketing and branding part has taken a lot of work, and you all really want this business to work. You are finishing up the recipes and adjusting some aspects of the interior design, but the pressure is a lot.

-Don’t be so negative. The food’s great. Have I tried it or not?

-Yeah...

He nudges your jaw with his nose. -And what did I say? Like the pancakes, what did I say when I ate those pancakes? You know I'm always straight-up with you, especially with this stuff.

You hum in acknowledgment, folding your left leg and resting it against his muscular thigh. -You loved them.

-That's right. I'm not the only one. When you guys gave Eddie one of those blueberry muffins? Man, he cleaned up the whole tray.

You let out a laugh at the memory of that episode.

-You worry too much. S'gonna be great.

-You're right. - you murmur, feeling tingles spread through your belly as his hands creep further up.

-Now you just need to relax. - his breath brushes your ear as his thumbs grazes your nipples, which immediately stiffen under his touch. -Yeah?

You nod, his thumbs sending direct signals between your legs as he rolls your nipples between them.

-Let me take care of ya.

A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his fingers graze the petals of your sex. His hand is big enough to cup it entirely. It is as if an electric shock is going through your body. You can feel the blood rushing down there as all of your nerves wake up from his touch. He knows your body by heart, knows exactly how to touch you, what gets you squirming for him. You had a couple boyfriends before him, but none of them was able to touch you like him. Not even close. And it wasn’t a matter of time either, because Billy got you gushing all over his hand the first time he touched you in that parking lot a year ago. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles, you can feel the wetness build up no matter the water surrounding you. You instinctively arch your back, seeking contact with his hand.

-You're so eager, aren't you? - Billy reprimands you as he bites your ear, slowing down his movements. -Are you gonna be good and stop moving?

-Huh huh. – you bite your lower lip as you strain to relax back against his torso.

You feel his hard length pressing against your lower back, and it only increases the need for release. His fingers are spread to each side of your labia, and he begins to slowly massage you up and down, your throbbing, hardened clit rubbing against the palm of his hand.

-Mh, yes. - you whisper with a gasp at his touch.

The water around his arm has cleared from the foam and you can see his large hand rubbing you, turning you on even more. His other hand is on your left breast, playing with your nipple poking out of the water.

He pants against your ear as he brushes your slit with his middle index finger and you automatically twitch with the need to feel him pushing inside your hole.

-Such a greedy pussy. - he rumbles. Then his words cut through you in his slow, accusing tone. -Can you feel how wet you are?

-Mh, just need it so bad...

-What do you need, baby? - he asks, knowing fully well what you want as he circles your entrance with his finger. Waiting for you to say the word.

-Your fingers. – you breathe out, and it takes all of you not to thrust your hips forward and swallow his finger.

-Where do you need 'em?

You feel your cheeks burning. You have always been shy. Billy is the opposite of you. Has always been. He’s all cheeky and uninhibited and doesn’t care if he falls into the vulgar. And he demands the same from you. You can't escape him.

-In my pussy. - you whisper, and he hums in appreciation, his voice rumbles against his chest.

-Atta girl.

He pushes his finger inside you, filling you to the brim. You gasp, tilting your head back, feeling the metal of his ring against your labia, waiting for him to start moving. And when he does, you let a low moan. You instinctively pull your right leg out of the water so that your calf rests on the edge of the tub to be spread for him and give him more access, water dripping onto the floor from your foot.

-Yeah, just like that. Open wide, baby. - Billy whispers, and almost pulls out his finger to add another one, tearing a high-pitched groan from you.

You lift your head from his chest, watching in rapture as his big fingers move in and out of you in the water, the heel of his hand against your pubis. The air in the bathroom is hot and humid, your body is on fire. A drop of sweat slides down you temple. You never want it to end, but at the same time, you feel the burning need to release.

-More. - you whisper, resting your head back against his shoulder. You move your hips to meet his movements, but as soon as you do Billy pulls out his fingers.

Your sex contracts around nothing. You feel frustration rising in you and you’re about to say something but Billy wraps his hand around your throat.

-What did I say? - he murmurs, his lips against your skin.

His voice is a warning in itself. If you move, he gives you nothing.

-Sorry. It just feels so good. Please, Billy.

You turn your head meeting his blue eyes, begging him with your gaze. You press your lips against his for good measure. Billy grunts, his tongue finding yours as he lightly tightens his hand around your throat. The pleasure and slight adrenaline of the gesture mingle, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His eyes lock into yours as he slowly pushes his three fingers inside you. Your eyes flutter as he fills you again. You feel him increase his pace and you no longer contain the sounds that leave your mouth, your breath mixing with his. Then he curls his fingers and hits the spongy skin inside you, and something uncomfortable mixed with something beyond pleasure makes you close your eyes. Your leg begins to ache from its position against the edge of the tub, but you can't bring yourself to care, desperate as you are for the release. Your hips though, start to move on their own again, meeting his fingers urgently.

-God, yes ... ah ...

And just like that, he pulls out his fingers again.

You turn to look at him, frowning in dismay. Billy shakes his head, his hand slowly rubbing your swollen sex. -You're not listening.

-I’ll listen! I promise. I won't move. Just, please... - you moan, straining not to move against his teasing hand.

His fingers linger on your swollen labia. -What a brat. - then he roughly pushes his fingers inside you, without warning.

You cry out against his mouth and he silences you with his lips. His tongue follows the movement of his fingers and you almost roll your eyes at how erotic and overwhelming all of this is.

-Can you stay put baby? Want me to make you cum? Huh? - he asks, curling his fingers inside you.

You answer with a noncommittal sound, your toes curling every time his fingers apply pressure against that patch of skin. You feel yourself reaching the end quickly, feeling like you’re sliding down towards the edge of a ravine with alarming speed.

Billy tightens his grip around your throat, forcing you to open your eyes. He looks at you under his long dark lashes with a certain hunger. -Want you to watch me when I make this pussy come.

-Huh huh. – you nod eagerly, your nose brushing against his. -Please, yes.

Your legs start shaking as he keeps hitting that sweet spot, the familiar warmth in your belly starts spreading until you can't take it anymore and you cry out, contracting violently around his fingers, your flesh pulsing rhythmically, your eyes nearly crossing from the intense and long pleasure, so good it almost hurts.

-Yeah, such a good girl. - he whispers, his fingers moving gently inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your legs give out as you loll your head to the side against his chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling utterly spent. Billy kisses your forehead, his hand now gentle around your throat, his thumb caressing your jaw.  -You did so well for me.

You just let out a sigh, feeling lulled by the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne surrounding you, feeling at home.

#billy hargove smut #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargove imagine #stranger things smut #dacre montgomery #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x oc #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove x original character #billy hargrove x you

[lunaviathan]

You ever think about the idea that Sonic, Shadow and Silver all might have impressively long quills for hedgehog mobians? Cus I do. Cus they all have reasons to. Sonic’s constantly tearing through solid metal and wires, the more buzzsaw like he can make himself the better and the more layers between him and sparking machinery while spindashing also all the better. Shadow’s a living weapon and part alien and he has the same reasons as Sonic to maintain them, also, his quills must be So Weird to other hedgehogs. Why are they so dark? I’ve never seen that stripe pattern in my life. How are they going up so much?? And so on. Silver. Silver dude guy. Post/mid-apocalypse extraordinaire (had to look up that word. why the hell is it spelled like that) Between his insane quills and the telekinesis, touching him if he doesn’t want you to is guaranteed pain. Someone get him some industrial scissors his quills don’t need to be that long anymore.

Imagine being a normal little hedgehog mobian. You’ve been living your life, having your quills carefully trimmed and blunted for your convenience and others’ safety, trying to find a nice balance between lengths so it looks nice without ruining the couch. the couch probably gets ruined anyway but it takes longer than if you were doing nothing. You kinda wish you could grow them out more cus other mobians with just fur do some pretty cool stuff. And one day your town gets overrun by robots by this human dude and you get saved by this blue mobian who you haven’t been able to get a good look at because he’s going So Fast and when he finally slows down you’re like. oh. neat I’ve been saved by a superspeed porcupine-wait no. why’s he look like. hedge hog??? Quills? Why????????? Are they so long what.

This guy has done the equivalent of growing up in a world of sewing needle hair and decided to grow them out to goddamn knife points. How has he not stabbed himself. what does his monthly spending on couches look like? And then two other guys show up. they also get mistaken for porcupines. they are also hedgehogs. What.

They all look cool as hell. plotting to ask them about their quill care routine is in your future. Maybe you’ll ask the pink one that just showed up. She seems like the most normal (wrong.) She might know how they do that.

#got possessed or smthn #anyway #sth #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #silver the hedgehog #triple s #sonic headcanons #The fact that literally none of the main four hedgehogs except for maybe Amy can be considered reliable sources for what hedgehog mobians #normally look like drives me up the wall (positive) soooo much room for funky hcs #*definitely* none of them if you subscribe to the half echidna amy theory #I love thinking about sonic grooming his quills. he must do it super often to maintain the perfect balance of Shear Through Metal #and Not Debilitating In Every Other Situation #It's the best stim ever he does it each morning even if he doesn't have to #he's half the reason Tails' fur stays in such good shape cus every other day he drags Tails into it too each morning and cleans up his #fur too #there was a lot of trial and error when they were younger for Sonic to figure out how to groom long fur cus all of his is super short and #his quills are too stiff to tangle very easily #but now he'd got it down to a science #Tails can calculate how long it's been since he's seen Sonic on any given day by how unkept his fur is getting #it's not that he can't do it!! Sonic's just so good at it and it feels really nice #ohp got possessed again #gotta hit post before I keep going

[myrfing]

wee bit too lazy to write out a full thing but discussion of how venat percieves and experiences love is always a treat. i think her idea of it is very much colored by being an ancient and also made self-paradoxial by her singular meeting with the wol. but it should be accounted for that:

- her taking on the mantle of hydaelyn and “the will of the star” was not a matter of prestiege or control beyond what was needed for the sundering and the binding of zodiark. like the convocation with zodiark, she saw a utilitarian purpose in a god, but unlike the zodiark faction, she disagreed with the core of their faith that would make manifest the “will of the star” in the first place. being hydaelyn seems to be more of a prison to her and a self-imposed “i will answer to every one of you when you die”

- if it is not hard to imagine that the convocation would sacrifice half of their population twice out of a sort of deep civil love, I don’t think it should be necessarily weird to say venat loves pretty much the same, & the difference lies in her much broader extension of that love (i.e. beyond amaurot) and her refusal to “sort” lives based on utility; she believes in an extreme sense that life in etheirys stands together and needs to evolve together. you are a part of the world; the world is part of you. it’s up to the reader really but her love doesn’t seem insincere or odd to me because the idea of “loving the world” in the first place is a kind of love that is different than the one you would extend to say, your family and just the people you know. given the previous point there is no reason she would take on being a god otherwise

- kind of an aside but she’s implied to be a little alienated from amaurotine society. IN MY PERSONAL INTERPRETATION her connection and relationship with the wol comes off as one of the most personal and genuine she’s had despite how brief it was. herein lies the contradiction where the wol is possibly the first person she felt the more “familliar” sort of love for. whether that was before the sundering or more colored by how much she hinged upon the existence of the wol as hope itself is up to you but this is partially why weird rabbit escape pod incident happened. this is probably the more “relatable” love she expresses: i want just You to escape and survive even if it damns someone else and damns the world

- ee3 does spin it out a tad weird & also fails again to really draw a solid connection between her and meteion & hermes. this can just be cus well it’d be funny if a encyclopedia waxed at length about the most private personal intricacies of some woman they have a singlar source for but well. i’d argue those two are integral to understanding her choice because of her refusal to eliminate or ignore meteion & the question posed by hermes

#venat wall 55

[trashworldblog]

hey guys im gonna write about lore now because im a little drunk and i have Big Feelings and Ideas about the puppet show. LETS GOO!!

ok so some background: we know the substitute [the hologram professor] was defenestrated by ryan at the end of last season. we also know that defenestration doesnt ALWAYS mean that the person dies. (also can a hologram die? sources say probably not. i mean he can kick and bite but just because he can manipulate matter doesnt mean he can die per say. he can probably recharge.)

we ALSO know that the power box and victory algorithm are outside of watcher hq in the dumpster. this was revealed in 6x01 and DEFINITELY not a mistake. im like 95% sure this plays into what happens next.

so whats my theory???

i do think this season is gonna be pretty chill lore wise. i think after 4 and 5 we deserve this little victory lap and shane is gonna give it to us. im almost positive there wont be any post show lore bits (except for MAYBE the season finale) there might be more breadcrumbs along the way though! and i will be looking out for them

when we DO get into lore times, i think the most likely things to happen is something that threatens both the professor and beef boy or one of them. i think we explored alot of the internal struggles with their friendship and i think their friendship is solid and earned now. (and it feels repetitive to make them not be friends again). ive kinda been waiting for a team up, and im very excited for this to happen!!

so, my #1 theory is its probably gonna be the substitute coming back to get his revenge. probably with a little help to. top suspects are 1) genie, 2) the devil, 3) asmodeus? and 4) secret fourth thing (a character we dont know about yet) i am curious about what the substitute is gonna do with the victory algorithm. in the lore scene where hes watching the machine count, it really does seem to just be a machine that counts points like jokes and puns along with correct answers, and all it does is award a ticket for the winner. i dont see how that can be manipulated into being helpful for him.

we also gotta get those little puppets out of the wondreum arena!!! and the professor doesnt seem to know that they're stuck in there!!!! i think that is also gonna play a role at some point, but i can't quite place where it falls yet. maybe the substitute will mention it and the professor will be like ??? WHAT??? maybe that's first on the professor's priority list??? maybe they'll get them back before the substitute comes back? idk yet. but its definitely a factor and something to keep in mind. i remember the substitute saying that god said that they could send one representative to earth to figure the whole mess out anf they sent the substitute, im just curious how any puppet was supposed to do anything about that??? are they supposed to bring their now unanimated objects to the wondrium arena for the puppet souls to inhabit??? idk but im excited to see how this part gets resolved cus i wanna see the little guys get outta there.

#beth's lore dumps #puppet history #watcher

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

This happening very recently, but I was replaying to another fan about the whole thing with the fandom being mad at Marinette about not telling Adrien about his father and about him being a senti monster and how it was dumb that the fandom was (going into a lot of the fandom making fanfic of Adrien leaving Marinette because of her lying and then turn around to complain.)

I, at first, said that I understand the fandom’s criticism because that moment seems OOC for Marinette to keep Gabriel’s secret and that if Marinette loved Adrien, she’d tell him the truth, regardless on him leaving or not.

They responded (to sum it up) that Marinette hates lies yes, but she keeps lies to protect the ones she loves. She does it all of the time. And her keeping a secret has nothing to do with the fear of loosing Adrien, but everything with his safety.

They then responded some more but I can’t get into cus…they blocked me…after I basically said they had Vaild points but I wouldn’t blame Adrien for leaving Marinette if he found out. I see both of their POV’s

My over all thoughts on this is that…I do understand why Marinette did the things she did, but it doesn’t erase the fact that it feels…icky that Adrien has little to no knowledge or anatomy over himself. The knowledge and anatomy lies with his partner…

So….thoughts?

So I disagree that this lie protects Adrien. It might keep him emotionally safe, but it risks his physical safety since he has two magical remote controls that aren't exactly well kept secrets. Marinette has no idea who all knows about them and she should be assuming that the new butterfly is in the know since the butterfly clearly knew about Emilie's hidden chamber.

If Marinette had kept the rings, then you could make the argument that she's keeping him safe in the best way that she can while still protecting the rest of the world since there is a solid argument to be made for not exposing her secrets while there's still an ongoing threat, but that argument's out the window since she gave the rings to Adrien! She made him the unknowing guardian of his own freedom in a world where jewelry theft is a common teenage past time. That's really, really, really bad and you cannot logically justify that choice.

With that being said, I can actually buy Marinette not telling Adrien right away. He just lost his father and, as previously said, telling Adrien probably means exposing her secret identity, which is a huge deal when the butterfly is still at large. I do think that she'd cave pretty quickly, though, because the guilt would eat her alive. I think that she'd quickly start having nightmares about him losing the rings and other such stuff that would quickly poison their relationship.

However, I also feel like this is yet another case of Marinette getting an unfair amount of blame for a thing that isn't all on her. Yes, she needs to tell him, but she's a late comer to this party who only knows the details second hand. Heck, I've said before that I'm not even totally sure that she knows that Adrien is a sentimonster because Felix's play was rather vague about Adrien and Kagami's status.

But you know who is fully in the know about everything? Felix! And Kagami! And Nathalie! And probably Amelie, too. People who are also supposed to love Adrien and want what's best for him. People who have also told him diddly squat even though they knew long before Marinette did, yet I don't see anyone complaining about them.

Kagami in particular really grinds my gears because I especially don't buy her keeping this from Adrien. She's the queen of confrontation who literally called him up to yell at him for being such a push over after seeing a freaking marketing photo! Does anyone actually buy her keeping the senti stuff from Adrien for literal months? In a lot of ways, I actually think Kagami and Felix should be the ones to tell Adrien because they know so much more than Marinette and because they share his status so he won't feel so alone.

Basically, the fact that Adrien doesn't know isn't the result of good writing, it's the hand of the author taking corporal form and sewing everyone's mouths shut because the writers either don't want to deal with this issue or they want to milk it out for drama in the coming seasons. Do I like that Marinette is keeping this a secret? No, but she's not doing it because she wants to. She's doing it because she's a fictional character whose writers are really bad at handling both serious topics and satisfying reveals. I haven't read any post season five fics but I'm sure that they'd annoy me just as much as the fics that deal with the season four conflict by heaping all the blame at Marinette's feet and holding no one else accountable for their actions or lack there of.

#ml writing salt #ml writing critical #ml season 5 salt #senti salt #adrien deserves better #marinette deserves better #ml fandom critical #ml fandom salt

[undersero]

Afternoon naps in your home are essential. At least, that’s what Jiraiya says when you tease him as he stretches out on the couch each day.

“Mid-day maintenance,” he tells you; he argues that it’s vital he “catches a few winks”. He’s busy, even when he’s retired, you know. Creative genius doesn’t adhere to retirement, so the ideas keep flowing, and he keeps writing as inspiration strikes.

He loves your teasing, and you love how he gets rosy cheeked and feisty. The lighthearted banter between you is so comforting that imagining life without it seems empty.

You find him in his usual napping spot- hulking frame sprawled out on his back on the couch. Snoring slightly, one of his arms tossed over the arm of the couch, the other on his belly. His white mane is slightly messy. He’s so peaceful, chest rising and falling slowly with sleep. There’s no furrow in his brow, no lines on his face. You love seeing him so comfortable.

Comfortable or not, it’s time to bother him.

With practiced movements, you slide up into his lap, straddling his waist. Jiraiya grunts in his sleep, but otherwise doesn’t stir. You slide your hands up along his sides, admiring the solid muscles under his shirt twitching to life from your touch, a sleepy smile playing across his lips.

He’s so strong. It’s easy to admire him. He keeps you safe, teaches young shinobi how to play to their strengths. He’s so gentle, you think as you readjust yourself, nudging his stiffening cock with your thigh. Once more, Jiraiya grunts softly, but otherwise doesn’t move.

With arms this big, you think as you rub them, admiring the definition, he keeps you safe and warm and loved. It’s almost enough to make you emotional, and you lean forward to press your cheek against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent.

While you’re enjoying him, he’s stirring awake from your attention, and though you feel his cock stiffening, you’re mostly unaware. Jiraiya is a trained Sanin- of course he is never really fully asleep. There’s always a part of him that’s semi aware of his surroundings. You suppose you know this, but it isn’t something you feel the need to track often.

You hug yourself to his chest, nudging his cock once more, and it’s this movement that finally tugs him out of the depths of his nap. Jiraiya slowly blinks his eyes open as a breathy sigh leaves him.

Well well well. He looks down at you fondly, hand sliding out from under your body to pat your bottom. It makes you gasp in surprise, realizing you’re no longer alone. Sitting up, your cheeks are hot as his kind chuckle reaches your ears.

“What’s all this?” He chuckles sleepily. The sound is warm and comforting, but is cut off abruptly as you press your cunt down against his erection. “Quite the way to wake a guy up.”

“Do you have complaints?” You ask, tilting your head to the side innocently, though your eyes dare him to say he doesn’t like what you’re doing.

“None at all,” he says with a coy grin, blush rising on his cheeks as his hands begin groping your body. They’re so large, dwarfing you as they slide over your skin.

“Didn’t think so,” you say with satisfaction, breathier tone than before. “Now why don’t you tell me what you were dreaming about? Looked like you were having some fun.”

Jiraiya smiles, but his eyes are sharp. They’re darker than before, and his cock presses against you harder- enough to feel it pulse.

“Oh, you know,” he hums nonchalantly. “I was dreaming of spending some time with this intriguing little thing- a real cutie, I’ll tell ya. Matter of fact, you look like them…” he finishes with a wicked smirk. Your cheeks warm.

“Spending some time? Sounds innocent enough.”

“I can assure you, it wasn’t.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest, your pussy throbbing in time with it.

“Wanna tell-“

But you don’t get to finish. Jiraiya, in a moment of surprising speed and swiftness, has you laying on your back on the sofa. He’s between your legs, pulling your bottoms off and leaving you bare. A large hand cups your cunt almost too roughly, but while you whine, all you hear is the wet, needy suction your cunt makes against his palm.

He looks like he’s going to devour you. And he likely is.

“I think I’d rather show you.”

#Jiraiya #jiraiya smut #Jiraiya thirst #Jiraiya x reader

[always-andromeda]

Okay so for the 500 follower event (congrats btw, you deserve it!) how about La Belle Fluer Sauvage with Louis? They deserve the world and I wish there were more fics about them.

Author’s Note | thank you thank you thank you, lovely, for your overall support, the kind words, and for being patient with me getting this request out! you have no idea how much I was hoping I'd get this one requested for them. I’ve seen a handful of smuts about Louis where they’re more submissive…and like I love that for them!! But I need them to kiss me the way they kiss that makeup artist in the movie… 👀

Warnings | smut (MDNI), unprotected sex, fluff, nothing else I can think of!

Flicking the brush one last time, you perfect the small wing lining Louis' closed eye.

"Can you open your eyes for me slowly now, honey?" Louis follows the direction, pupils fixating on your focused expression as they spot the mascara tube in your other hand. Being careful not to stab them in the eye, you watched Louis tense up slightly. Simple muscle memory from the last time you'd done this. Louis had said something that made you laugh and the way your shoulders shook had made the mascara wand poke them. That hadn't been the most fun experience.

But this time it's shaping up to be pleasant. Quiet. Careful as you precisely comb through their lashes, coating each tiny hair with the waterproof black tar and separating out the clumps with one more run through of the wand.

Tightening the top back closed on the mascara tube, you observe Louis' face. Each wing of eyeliner seems somewhat symmetrical.

"All done?" Louis stares back, eyes wide like a doe. But even then, those sharp wings make them look sultry; shadows their already hooded eyes in a way that makes you need to take a deep breath.

You clear your throat and reposition yourself on Louis’ lap, "Yeah. You gonna do me now?" Handing over the brush you'd used to apply the red lipstick to Louis, you wait for them to begin outlining your lips the way you'd showed them how to. Instead, Louis stares at the tool for a solid few seconds before answering.

"I've never been good at this part." That much is true; Louis' hands shake every time they attempt to do your makeup. "How about I put it on like this?" 

Red lips connecting with yours, you let the velvety grooves of their lips melt into yours. And considering how cheap that lipstick was, you knew that it was smudging everywhere. You feel the rich, waxy hue settle in the corners of your mouth as Louis' tongue brushes across the divide between your lips. Hands cupping your cheeks, you were taken aback. But soon your eyes closed as you melted into their touch. You love when Louis gets like this.

It’s so rare for them to feel bold enough to jump your bones. You smile slightly as your mouth opens, letting the slick, warm muscle invade your senses. You feel comforted knowing that Louis is comfortable. As their palm travels down your arm and presses onto your hip, Louis is eager to give.

Louis always looks so pretty in their dresses. But that's not the only reason why you're happy they're wearing one. It makes it so much easier for you to reach down and caress them through the lacy underwear. Moaning into their mouth at the feeling of the already hard length, you let Louis flip you back onto the comforter.

They shed the delicate undergarment swiftly. And you watch with a deep inhale trapped in your chest as Louis uses a steady hand to pump themselves before nudging your own panties to the side. Lining the swelling head of their cock up to your entrance, Louis looks at you in anticipation.

Lipstick smears their lips as they say, "Is this okay?"

And you imagine you have to look similar, breathless when you reply, "Yes. Please-- I need you, Louis." The gentle, toothy smile that forms on their flushed face is infectious. It makes you gasp through your own small grin as they push in slowly, giving you a few seconds for you to adjust to the stretch; though you're aroused enough that your cunt welcomes them with an addictive passage of warm slick.

Louis can hardly handle it, waiting for you to give them some sort of confirmation that they can move. Thighs quivering, they tried to hold back the urge to cry, to thrust forward, to bury their head in your shoulder, to do something that could possibly relieve the twisting ball of tension in their belly. Louis almost sobs when you finally whisper that you're ready for them.

Of course they're tender and demure; offering you a few inches of themselves at a time and getting you used to every pulse and twitch of their cock. Hips sharply jutting a few times, the skirt of Louis' dress tickles your abdomen and makes you shiver. Louis' lips latch onto your neck this time, leaving wet, scarlett puckered marks littered over your collar. They carefully untangle the arousal inside you and straighten each strand until you're riding the smooth waves of pleasure all the way down to the bottom of the cavern.

Soon after they feel your walls flutter, Louis pulls out and quickly jerks themselves over the edge. Ropes of thick cum spurt from their slit, splattering almost like paint on the rumpled fabric of their dress. Louis breathes hard and collapses beside you.

Coming down from your own high, you notice Louis look down over themself and grimace at the mess that had spilled over the garment.

You giggle airily, take their hand in yours, and bring it to your lipstick stained mouth to kiss their reddened knuckles.

In a honeyed tone, you say, "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."

#strange trails milestone✨ #paul dano #danonation #danocel #the extra man #louis ives #louis ives x reader #louis ives x you #louis ives x y/n #louis ives smut #˚ʚ meda writes ɞ˚

[bonesandthebees]

Okay so I don’t have much time, cus that chapter took me like 1, 5 h to read (a combination of my dyslexia being a bitch, me watching Phil’s qsmp kitchen building stream in the background, and me constantly having to take a moment (TM) to process, scream and or squeal because you writing is giving me many emotions tonight. Anyway, have some delayed ‘live’ reactions.

So the chapter summary in combination with the chapter starting before they are back at the temple instantly shot my anxiety through the roof. My adrenaline was pumping (for most of the chapter actually).

Also, it’s good that you reminded us Wilbur hit his head cuz I had legitimately forgotten that bit. And the fact that he hit his head is important because my mans is bleeding. BEE, this is head wound number TWO! BEE, aren’t you put him through enough? Doesn’t he have enough trauma? Does he need the physical injuries too?

Anyway, I’m sure Wilbur walking in Injured was good for Phil’s heart rate. Not as bad as finding out both of them are missing though. But the realisation that Wilbur is bleeding reframes that entire scene because Phil was looking at Wilbur for an entirely different reason than he thought it was. I have yet to reread it, but I look forward to doing that tomorrow.

I gotta love Tommy getting grounded. Welcome to the average teenage experience. [Without thinking, the Pythia huffed out a, “Or what, you’ll ground me too?”

Phil gave him a flat stare. “Yes.”] let me tell you, I cackled. I have to pause for a solid minute to laugh. Congratulations, Wilbur, making up for teenage experience you’ve never had.

And the rest of this chapter is basically just sand duo. There is so much sand duo. I am living my best life. I am being fed. I have so much to analyse. But the summary the chapter summary should have been Wilbur speed-running getting adopted by Phil or Phil speed-running adopting Wilbur. Listen it’s some good father-son bonding with the regular dose of trauma dumping form Wilbur. And an equally expected dose of Phil hearing how shit Wilbur has been treated and adopting him on the stop. And I’m starting to think Kristin has been trying to pspspsps him so she can adopt him since the moment he stepped into the temple (and let me tell you I SCREAMED at that chapter end).

(also, rip Tommy, also, also, Techno burned the Aardvark, I’m sure he’s having a fun time with Tommy bored out of his mind, also, also, also, Wilbur still complimenting Niki’s bread even if he probably hasn’t talked to her in a week).

Anyway, I gotta go now! I’ll be back to scream more later! Thanks for the content! Thanks for the sand duo! I’m going to pray my room has cooled down cuz I will not be able to fall asleep when it’s 30 degree Celsius.

-🌲

I have no idea how you were watching phil's stream while reading the chapter I cannot watch streams while reading fics (tbh I can't do much of anything when reading I have to put my full focus in it to process the words) so kudos to you for that even if it took a bit longer to read

oh yeah I knew everyone was going to brush over wilbur hitting his head at the end of the last chapter. it was such a 'blink and you'll miss it' moment bc I didn't even include it 'onscreen' and just described it happening from afar. it was meant to be very subtle so that when it gets pulled into focus in the next chapter the readers are just as surprised as wilbur is about it

also it was a MINOR wound i swear he did not get head trauma from this one he just cut his eyebrow he's okay 😭

phil was lucky he didn't have a damn heart attack that night. the man went through so much stress and then his son and the pythia they kidnapped stroll back in all casually, and the pythia is BLEEDING and neither one of them even seems to notice

wilbur's gotta get the average teen experience at one point in his life right?? I was very proud of that line lol it was so funny to me

this chapter was especially fun for me to write bc of all the sand duo. god as much as I love crimeboys I had so much fun writing sand in stars, that I was SO happy getting to dive back into their dynamic in this chapter. sandduo just hits different fr. they did so much bonding.

techno felt a headache coming on the second he heard tommy call his rag 'clementine' he is suffering so much to make sure that kid does his damn chores

glad you saw the subtle nod to complimenting niki's baking even if they're still in a very uncertain place with each other :)

can't wait to hear the rest of your thoughts!! also oh god 30 degrees that's really not fun. I hope you get a cool breeze through your windows tonight o7

#ask #spruce anon #through a glass divine

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

A definitive age on Saturn’s rings A new study led by physicist Sascha Kempf at the University of Colorado Boulder has delivered the strongest evidence yet that Saturn’s rings are remarkably young—potentially answering a question that has boggled scientists for well over a century. The research, to be published May 12 in the journal Science Advances, pegs the age of Saturn’s rings at no more than 400 million years old. That makes the rings much younger than Saturn itself, which is about 4.5 billion years old. “In a way, we’ve gotten closure on a question that started with James Clerk Maxwell,” said Kempf, associate professor in the Laboratory for Atmospheric and Space Physics (LASP) at CU Boulder. The researchers arrived at that closure by studying what might seem like an unusual subject: dust. Kempf explained that tiny grains of rocky material wash through Earth’s solar system on an almost constant basis. In some cases, this flux can leave behind a thin layer of dust on planetary bodies, including on the ice that makes up Saturn’s rings. In the new study, he and his colleagues set out to put a date on Saturn’s rings by studying how rapidly this layer of dust builds up—a bit like telling how old a house is by running your finger along its surfaces. “Think about the rings like the carpet in your house,” Kempf said. “If you have a clean carpet laid out, you just have to wait. Dust will settle on your carpet. The same is true for the rings.” It was an arduous process: From 2004 to 2017, the team used an instrument called the Cosmic Dust Analyzer aboard NASA’s late Cassini spacecraft to analyze specks of dust flying around Saturn. Over those 13 years, the researchers collected just 163 grains that had originated from beyond the planet’s close neighborhood. But it was enough. Based on their calculations, Saturn’s rings have likely been gathering dust for only a few hundred million years. The planet’s rings, in other words, are new phenomena, arising (and potentially even disappearing) in what amounts to a blink of an eye in cosmic terms. “We know approximately how old the rings are, but it doesn’t solve any of our other problems,” Kempf said. “We still don’t know how these rings formed in the first place.” From Galileo to Cassini Researchers have been captivated by these seemingly-translucent rings for more than 400 years. In 1610, Italian astronomer Galileo Galilei first observed the features through a telescope, although he didn’t know what they were. (Galileo’s original drawings make the rings look a bit like the handles on a water jug). In the 1800s, Maxwell, a scientist from Scotland, concluded that Saturn’s rings couldn’t be solid but were, instead, made up of many individual pieces. Today, scientists know that Saturn hosts seven rings comprised of countless chunks of ice, most no bigger than a boulder on Earth. Altogether, this ice weighs about half as much as Saturn’s moon Mimas and stretches nearly 175,000 miles from the planet’s surface. Kempf added that for most of the 20th Century, scientists assumed that the rings likely formed at the same time as Saturn. But that idea raised a few issues—namely, Saturn’s rings are sparkling clean. Observations suggest that these features are made up of roughly 98% pure water ice by volume, with only a tiny amount of rocky matter. “It’s almost impossible to end up with something so clean,” Kempf said. Cassini offered an opportunity to put a definitive age on Saturn’s rings. The spacecraft first arrived at Saturn in 2004 and collected data until it purposefully crashed into the planet's atmosphere in 2017. The Cosmic Dust Analyzer, which was shaped a bit like a bucket, scooped up small particles as they whizzed by. Engineers and scientists at LASP designed and built a much more sophisticated dust analyzer for NASA’s upcoming Europa Clipper mission, which is scheduled to launch in 2024. The team estimated that this interplanetary grime would contribute far less than a gram of dust to each square foot of Saturn’s rings every year—a light sprinkle, but enough to add up over time. Previous studies had also suggested that the rings could be young but didn’t include definitive measures of dust accumulation. Stroke of luck The rings might already be vanishing. In a previous study, NASA scientists reported that the ice is slowly raining down onto the planet and could disappear entirely in another 100 million years. That these ephemeral features existed at a time when Galileo and the Cassini spacecraft could observe them seems almost too good to be true, Kempf said—and it begs an explanation for how the rings formed in the first place. Some scientists, for example, have posited that Saturn’s rings may have formed when the planet’s gravity tore apart one of its moons. “If the rings are short lived and dynamical, why are we seeing them now?” he said. “It’s too much luck.”

#space #science #Astronomy #physics #news #saturn

[kononon0818]

【CU Dream AU Part2】

Part1↓

"......" Mr. Krupp sat in the middle of the room, thinking about today. Last night, he had planned to blame George and Harold for turning himself into Captain Underpants in his dream. And then he despaired of Captain Underpants. But what about reality? When he woke up, he had forgotten all about his dream. What's more, Captain Underpants looks happy. "......you look awfully happy, don't you?" "Yeah, I know last night I had a lot on my mind, didn't I? But I was relieved to see them today. The boys seem to love me with all their hearts. And I...I love the boys with all my heart. I didn't need to doubt them. Besides, I'll forget about it when I wake up, so all the time I spent worrying about it was for nothing." Captain Underpants put his hand on his chest and smiled. "Ohhh, that's really good......I just exposed my perversion! Damn it!" Mr. Krupp kicked the wall with all his might. But the wall was solid and would not budge. "I punched it, too, but it wouldn't budge." Captain Underpants said as he ate a piece of chocolate. "I'm going crazy being alone with an idiot like you, even if it's just in a dream. ...... What's that?" "This? I was thinking that I wanted to eat chocolate and then it appeared. It's amazing, isn't it?" "You thought of that, and then it came up. ......? Oh yeah!" Mr. Krupp raised his voice as he said this. 'George! Harold! Come out!" ...... but nothing happened. 'What.....? Harold! George! Hey! Harold Hutchins! George Beard!!!" He call the two abominable names several times, but still nothing happens in the room. "...... Edith! Mener! Ribble!" Calling the names of other humans, he finally understood that "Can't make humans appear". "......haaaaaaaaaa......." He lay down after a series of unpleasantries. "Well...They're teachers, right? I was so happy to think I could throw a party, but I guess we can't." "I envy ...... you're optimistic ......" Mr. Krupp muttered as he looked at Captain Underpants, whose mouth was covered in chocolate. "Do you want some chocolate?" "No thanks......"

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Today, again, he couldn't remember. Mr. Krupp stared at the wall, not feeling like doing anything. Then Captain Underpants tapped him on the shoulder. When Mr. Krupp turned around, he had a bowl full of guacamole. "...... guacamole! Why ......?" "Cause you ate a lot of it today. You like it, right?" "...... Oh." I see. So you can understand this kind of thing because the memory is shared. But I don't know what we were thinking and acting at that time. Mr. Krupp took a spoonful of it into his mouth with mixed feelings. "...Delicious." Captain Underpants looked at Mr. Krupp with a smile. Then he opened his mouth. "Hey, come talk to me." "I talk with you?" "We forget what happened here when we wake up, so let's make it a pleasant dream. A pleasant dream...... Mr. Krupp pondered. When was the last time you had such a dream? "I think you're not good for the boys and the other kids... but I can tell, somehow, that you're really a good guy." "...... you're a softy." It's not a bad idea to spend some time with this freak. Mr. Krupp snapped his fingers and two chairs appeared in the principal's office. "Let's sit here and talk. It's a very comfortable seat. You already know that." "Oh, yeah! I like this chair too, it's so comfortable!" Thus began their strange relationship in a dream.

#captain underpants #cu dream au #cu au #kononon0818 #novel

[pen-observing]

Ahh I'm the request anon and I missed your pinned post, I'm a bit slow sometimes hehe😴

If it inspires you, a fic where dottore and reader's relationship is like Morticia and Gomez'.

He treats reader like a total queen, never says a bad word, says some corny but romantic shit and he's not scared to do that even in front of others, his reputation is solid enough to do whatever he wants.

Somebody asks him a question? He turns his lovestruck gaze from reader towards the person, with 100% irritation and coldness. And after that he comes back, lovestruck as before, kissing reader's knuckles and whispering some concerning things that only they find exciting.

(props if reader is a kind sweetheart but in private also has a thing for unethical experiments)

Been sitting in my brain for weeks.. Lots of love btw!! My favorite blog💋

Would you believe me if I told you I thought about this before?? I have a soft spot for the whole 'omg evil man who only does good for his beloved' !! I have been putting it off until we learn more about dottore tho hehe

Because at this point I am not sure if it lines up with his personality? The part I struggle with is picturing Dottore actually fall in love with someone and what their personality would be in a lot of my thoughts like,,,on one hand I don't want the reader to be a carbon copy of the man but on the other hand I don't want them to be so different Dottore cannot feel anything for them ??? HE IS SO HARD TO WRITE FOR AND ITS ANNOYING!! And yes, I could make up a reason and a story but I prefer for them to be in character as much as possible.

This idea is so CUTE tho like Dottore saying something corny and romantic in public just to annoy the reader?? And then busts out actual romantic lines that would make anyone swoon in private? And the whole 'why is the boss so happy today? WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOMEONE LOVES HIM??? is he,,,is he carrying flowers and is that a flower language book on his desk??? QUICKLY SLAP ME RN THIS MUST BE A DREAM !!" and don't you try to ask Dottore anything when he is talking to the person he loves??? Do you wish to become part tomato? But your idea is even better than cus from what I have read: Morticia and Gomez's relationship was written in such a way that it started with a question "They're such an odd family so they must do everything differently from regular humans. Regular humans HATE their WIVES SO!! to make it all creepy what can we do? Make this man obsessed with her!! That will show just how different they are!!" and honestly it seems like a great paradox of trying to make Dottore even more evil but ending up with a loving, stable and devoted lover??? I do think that after all this time only love can redeem Dottore if and when they do his character arc. Nothing else comes to mind honestly. It isn't like they HAVE to redeem him but if they don't I am afraid he won't be playable.....

As in regards to your question the answer is: as soon as I see the possibility of writing Dottore as such - I am going to take it and run because I am obsessed with that man !!

#ask aqua #thank you for your kind words!! #sorry if my answer is disappointing...but I need time to flesh it out hehe when i read it at 3am i was like OMG YES but when #i woke up i was like ha ha wait a second how would I do this gmmm #dottore ideas #not om #not rook's bow

[heroeslostintranslation]

A Desert Encounter

[Ao3]

The stranger was still following him.

Attacker, he reminded himself. This had to be an enemy. Even in this golden, sun-baked wasteland, he still wasn’t free.

His back, chest, and arms were riddled with sunburns, blistering and peeling. He’d passed out once already, woken to this stranger trying to capture him, trying to bind him with some strange orb of light. He’d fought his way free, and felt fine for a while—it must be the adrenaline—but his strength was waning again. He glanced back over his shoulder. Stopped. 

The stranger stopped too. 

The stranger was a middle-aged man, maybe younger, small and wiry, dressed in loose-fitting pants and far too much metal. He wondered how his pursuer managed to avoid being sunburned with how much skin he had exposed. Surely the metal was too hot to touch by now, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind. 

The stranger held his hands up. Supposedly a gesture of peace, but the youth knew better. He had no strength left to put one foot in front of the other, otherwise he would. He couldn’t go back there. He’d die first. 

Something like curiosity whispered to him, a faint voice on the wind, telling him to look, to trust. 

He was too weak to refuse. 

“Zoc’k ufwem,” said the stranger in a soothing voice. “Zoc’k wefwezovlc. Zo’y huc vuzohv cu lawec mua. Weff zo nwehc cu ju zok lifj.” 

He blinked at the stranger. What was he saying? 

“Liwei.” Holding eye contact, the stranger pulled something out of his bag. It was green, perhaps a bundle of fabric? He opened it, produced a piece of something pinkish-red, and ate it. “Zoc’ff lifj kcwezoi uss cli liwec.” The stranger closed the green wrapping and gently tossed it towards the youth. 

The youth had just enough of his faculties intact to catch the green bundle. He could see now that it wasn’t fabric, but leaves. Cool purple flowers—maybe lavender?—speckled the woven package. Some of the plants’ natural oils rubbed off on his hands, leaving a delightful cool on his skin. 

He looked up at the stranger. Was this… Was he helping him? But he’d attacked this man. He thought this person was trying to take him back or kill him. So, why…? 

“Iwec,” said the stranger, looking worried. “Gisuwei mua puffwejki wevwezoh. Mua pweh lwezoi cli nlufi gahjfi.” He waved his hand. “Zo’zoi vuc jfihcm yuwei.” 

He had no idea what this man was saying, but it seemed like the man wanted him to eat the red substance inside. The youth hesitated. This stranger had even gone so far as to eat some himself, to show it was safe. 

Why was this man helping him? 

Half-dazed, he opened the package. The red pieces were porous, solid yet sponge-like, dripping with—water! He pulled out a piece, looked at it for a second, then bit off an even smaller piece. He shivered, sweet relief tingling down his spine as the fruit—this was fruit, right? It was too sweet for a starch, not the right texture for meat—was crushed in his mouth, releasing the sweet, cooling water from its soft, crystalline casing. The cooling oil from the purple flowers had somehow seeped into the bright flesh, into the sweet, mild juice, cooling the inside of his mouth and down his throat as far as he could feel. 

Caution be d—ned. He devoured the rest. 

“Cliwei mua vu,” the man cooed. Carefully, he approached. 

The youth watched him. His throat, no longer too dry to speak, still hesitated to open up to this stranger. But something needed to be known. “I don’t speak your language,” he said clearly. 

The man stopped. His eyebrows pinched together, like he couldn’t understand. Then he sighed, pinched his nose, and shook his head. “Niff clwec’k vuuj cu fhun,” he muttered. He smiled tightly at the young man. There was still kindness in his eyes as he reached out his hand. 

The youth guessed he wanted the package back. Reluctantly, he handed it over. 

The man nimbly pulled the flowers from the weave, then scraped the buds from the leaves and smelled them. He considered the smell, then motioned for the young man to cup his hands. 

With no objections cropping up in his mind, the young man did so. 

The stranger dumped the purple buds into his cupped hands. Tucking the woven stems under his arm, the man plucked a few buds from the pile, rubbed them between his hands, and smelled them. He smiled, then gestured for the young man to do the same. 

He did. The smell astonished him: it was lovely. Fragrant and cool, it smelled the way he imagined a lullaby might sound. Like being snuggled in a soft blanket on a cold night—not a ragged, thread-bare one with holes in it, like he was used to. 

By the time he looked at the man again, he had pulled some kind of circlet from his bag. The youth tilted his head. How could such a large item fit in such a small belt pouch? The man put the circlet on, then took it off and handed it to the youth. “Liwei.” 

The youth reached for it. 

The man pulled it away, making eye contact. “Clzok,” he said, pointing to the circlet, “zok yzohi,” he said, pointing to himself. He placed the circlet in the youth’s hand, but didn’t let go. “Zo nwehc zoc gwepf.” 

The youth nodded. The message was clear enough: the man was lending him the circlet, not giving it to him. The man returned the nod, then let go. 

The circlet was silver, made of delicate swirls of metal with a rich blue stone set in the center. It hummed with… something. He’d felt this before. It was a kind of power, but… what? Skeptical, he looked at the man. The stranger had put it on without issue, and had made it clear that he wanted it back. So… this wasn’t a trap, then, right? This power wouldn’t… do bad things to him, right? 

Something tingled cool, ice in this headpiece. The fruit may have helped—he still felt its cooling effect—but the sun still beat down, still reflected off the sand, and his burns were getting worse. At this rate, he’d collapse as soon as the cooling fruit wore off. 

Which meant he had no choice, really, but to trust this man. 

He slipped the circlet on. Ice throbbed through him, across his skin, surrounding and penetrating his limbs and torso. It wasn’t painful freezing ice, but soothing, cooling ice. He sighed at the relief. 

The man pulled something else out of his bag. It was bottle of red liquid, labeled with a little paper tag. Making sure he was watching, the man pretended to drink it, then made an ick face. He pointed to the youth’s sunburned arm, then back to his own, smiling. 

So, this liquid wasn’t going to taste good, but it would… what, help his sunburns heal faster? The young man was concerned that the stranger didn’t try some of the drink himself, until he saw how little there was in the bottle. Warily, he took the bottle. The cork came out easily enough. He carefully sniffed the bottle opening and scrunched his nose. That didn’t smell appetizing at all. But… there was that hum again. He felt… he wasn’t sure what he felt, only in traces from the scent of this strange liquid. Hoping he wasn’t going to regret this, he tipped the bottle into his mouth. 

A sparkle of light shown around him. At first he balked—wasn’t this the same as the light of that strange orb, when this man first found him? He thought that orb had been some spell to bind him. If this was the same thing then—He began to panic, but remembered his arm. He looked at it. 

The sunburns were completely gone. 

He stared at his arm for a long time. It was healed. This was the same hum as that orb of light, that same sense… He looked at the man, understanding dawning. 

This man was never an attacker. Quite the opposite: this man had just saved his life. 

Saved his life. 

Confusion and shame settled into his chest. Why? Why? Why had this man followed him after being fought off and fled from? Why was he so intent on saving his life? They didn’t know each other. The youth had pitted him as an enemy from the start. There was no reason for this man to help him, and every reason for him to abandon the youth to his grave. 

He felt something wet on his face. He wiped it, realized they were tears, and shoved them back down. He couldn’t afford to lose the water right now, anyway. 

The man’s eyes, his smile, his entire expression was so soft. He held out his hand for the empty bottle and tucked in back in his pouch (which was still very much a mystery). Then he reached out to the young man, moving slowly, watching his eyes. What was he doing? The young man watched as he came closer, finally making contact with his shoulder. He gently rubbed the youth’s shoulder, gave it a little pat, and started walking. 

What was that all about? The youth, confused but indebted, followed him.

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[the-widow-sisters]

“It looks like you’re in trouble there.. Can I help?”

Carol and Kamala!!!!!!

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   When Carol walked into the gym at the compound for a workout, everything had been going relatively normally that day. Everything had seemed relatively in place at the gym as well.

   That is, unless she counted the teenager that was hanging from the ceiling at the moment tied up in battle ropes.

   Carol looked at her blankly for a solid moment, not sure what to even think about this.

   Kamala was currently wound up in the battle ropes, squinting at her from where she was stuck upside down. She was suspended above the ground and her arms as well as her bangle were tied up in the ropes with how they had weaved her in.

   “It looks like you’re in trouble there… Can I help?” Carol questioned, turning to the side as she moved her head so that it was almost upside down. She met Kamala’s eyes, and the younger girl grinned awkwardly, laughing nervously.

   “Umm… See, there’s a perfectly logical explanation for this,” Kamala tried to explain without telling the fuller story.

   “Wanna fill me on it?” Carol asked curiously, and Kamala shook her head quickly.

   “Oh, no, no, trust me, it’s a long story. I’d just bore you with the details,” Kamala attempted to dismiss, and Carol smirked a bit, turning her head back upright so that she could nod in reply.

   “Nah, I like long stories. Especially when they have outcomes like this,” Carol admitted, getting thorough enjoyment out of it.

   “Yeah, ummm… Maybe help me down first?” Kamala questioned, grinning as she attempted to focus her eyes more fully on Carol. Carol huffed, raising an eyebrow.

   “Sure your story wouldn’t be funnier upside down?” Carol offered, wanting to mess with the kid just a little more. Kamala shook her head, looking a little dizzy and lightheaded by now.

   “I’m pretty sure it’d be the same rightside up,” Kamala assured her, and Carol chuckled heartily, enjoying the kid’s antics as she effortlessly levitating upward and untying the battle ropes from the support beam above. She kept a firm hold on them, slowly lowering the kid down so that she softly slid onto the floor.

   She then dropped down to the floor, helping Kamala untangle herself from the ropes. Once she was free, she offered Carol a sheepish, somewhat starstruck grin.

   “Thanks,” she expressed, and Carol smirked as she crossed her arms, looking down at Kamala where she was sitting on the floor still.

   “Okay, kid, spill the beans,” Carol told her, and Kamala instantly lost a bit of her smile, embarrassment evident in her gaze as she took in a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

   After the sigh had gone on for just a bit too long, Carol tilted her head.

   “Y’know, that sigh isn’t going to save you. Might as well bite the bullet,” Carol cued, nodding to her, and Kamala let her sigh taper off.

   “Well… I came in here to do a little workout and get my Avenger thing on,” Kamala started, and Carol patiently waited for the part where Kamala got tangled in the battle ropes.

   “And I decided to come over here to the battle ropes and give them a little wave. I’d always seen people use them, and they just look so cool, and when I saw you use them the other day, I was just like, ‘Wow! Maybe I could do that, too!’” Kamala rambled just a little, and Carol chuckled softly, enjoying Kamala’s retelling.

   Kamala shrugged.

   “Anyways, I came over here and I got in position and everything, and when I tried to lift them up and wave them around, I realized that wasn’t working so well. I didn’t have enough strength to really get them going like they should,” Kamala confessed, shifting her eyes downward for just a moment as she relived the embarrassment that doubtlessly came with that moment.

   “Plus, I think they’re set for like people with super strength or something,” Kamala added on quickly, and Carol nodded slowly, taking in this story as she got a mental picture of Kamala trying to use battle ropes and failing. It was a rather funny image.

   “So then I thought… Maybe I could just cheat a tiny bit,” Kamala held up her fingers to further emphasize.

   “I kind of used my bangle and used the strength to move the ropes. And then I may or may not have moved the ropes too fast and they got caught up in the rafters and when I tried to get them down, I got tangled up,” Kamala trailed off, wincing a little at the end of her story as she finished.

   Carol was dead silent for a long moment before finally laughing. Kamala groaned, covering her face, and Carol shook her head, reaching down as she squeezed the kid’s shoulder.

   “Don’t be too embarrassed, kid. It happens to the best of us,” Carol tried to offer some amount of comfort to her. Kamala let her hands move down her face just enough to show her eyes so she could look at Carol skeptically.

   “So you’ve gotten caught in battle ropes in the middle of trying to cheat at them?” Kamala asked, and Carol shrugged, moving her head in a noncommittal gesture as she straightened.

   “Well… Not really, but I’ve had some pretty crappy, humiliating things happen to me in my lifetime,” Carol assured her, extending her hand to help her up and off of the floor.

   “Really?” Kamala questioned in disbelief as she took her hand.

   “Yeah,” Carol answered breezily, helping her up. Kamala was watching her carefully at this point, all eyes on her, and Carol could not help the warmth in her chest at Kamala’s interest, despite the fact that it was currently centered on Carol’s potential screw-ups.

   Kamala was always obsessed with everything about Carol, and it reminded Carol of Monica when she was a kid. Being with Kamala was almost like having a chance at redoing things over again with Monica. Granted, she cared about Kamala in her own right, but sometimes she saw so much of her niece as a kid within the girl that it physically hurt.

   “What did you do? I can’t imagine you embarrassing yourself ever,” Kamala expressed, and Carol smiled gently at her, patting her shoulder as she guided her out of the gym. She thought for a moment but then one story in particular came to her.

   “Well… Y’know, I do remember a time when I embarrassed myself with ropes. Not battle ropes, but some ropes that were like hanging down and that we were supposed to swing across,” Carol recalled.

   “What happened?” Kamala questioned eagerly, and Carol sighed, remembering the story as she prepared to tell it over again.

   “It was one of the hottest days of the summer…”

   And so Carol launched into her tale, Kamala adorably soaking in every word and every part of it, and Carol marveling at how lucky she was to have an amazing kid like this in her life again.

   Even if the girl did have a tendency to get a little tied up in things sometimes.

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[soullikethesea]

Finally saw T today and it started out super awkward. I was nervous and hyperventilating, but really quiet at the same time.

T tried to start a conversation about the last talk we had, about EMDR and such. But I had kind of dissociated that away, so I had zero thoughts about that. :/ Eventually I stammered that I felt stuck, that I wanted to share more, but felt stuck.

T got out some peg dolls and I cried just looking at them. It felt waaaaay too scary to deal with any parts stuff. But then T asked me about how the crying felt in my body and I switched to R. R talked about how the crying was kind of a result of having the urge to run away, but staying put. She cried a lot (T called it a waterfall, lol). Eventually T asked if I was in freeze, and R asked what that means. That cued T into knowing there was a different part. R talked about how she should stay still, because otherwise her daddy would get angry (and that she was scared of her daddy). T explained that he wasn't there and that it's okay to cry now. She said that she can see that Scholar (the one who keeps this blog ;) ) can talk about what happened, but that she (R) knows more about what it was like and that she is very very scared... cue more crying. Then T got up and offered us some tissues, repeating that daddy wasn't here now.

I could feel R calm down more, but I was too far to intervene or do anything. Mae and Lucas were both much closer and we debated a little bit about which one of them would be least likely to get into an argument with the T if they would front. Mae ended up fronting.

Of course she bragged about how she never cries and is therefore super safe. She shared about the young attachment-focused part that made us sick last week. She also discussed some frustrations she has with me, like how I generally don't want her to be there (front) in therapy. The T asked multiple times if she could please know her name and eventually Mae shared it. T also emphasized that she likes talking to her and that all parts are welcome in therapy. She also said that she likes Mae. (Ironically, I think that is the truth... Old T could not stand Mae, but she was fine with Lucas. This T doesn't seem to match well with Lucas instead).

T also said a bunch about how we should work together more.

All in all, pretty shocking that having other parts front seemed so much easier for the T than my usual struggle to contain myself and be as stable and solid as possible. T seemed to hint that she thinks it would be a great idea to have more switching in therapy.