#his rubber artifact

[tojipie]

asshole toji who says he’s too big for condoms <3

“i swear it’s still in here,” you huff, leaning halfway off the bed to rummage through your nightstand for the box of rubbers you bought on a whim last month. 

warm, thick hands rub up and down your naked torso, sliding up to play with your breasts from where you sit straddling his lap. you can barely see in front of you with how strong the need in your core burns.

a quick search through another drawer blesses you with your prize, the blue box just out of view underneath a ball of old reciepts.

“here, quick,” you sigh, handing him the item before clambering off the bed to shuck the rest of your clothes off. it had been a long time since you'd hooked up with someone, embarrassing as that was. sex had been the one and only thing on your mind from the moment you’d met this man at the bar. 

the near-stranger shakes his head fondly, turning the box of rubbers over a couple times like some sort of alien artifact.

“i only wear XLs, sugar,” he laughs, tossing back the pathetic box of rubbers. the exasperation in his voice feels like a punch to the chest. like he simply can’t believe you’d ever assume he would fit into anything less than the largest size. 

you disregard the thought, attention snapping back to toji slyly palming himself against your bedframe. scar stretched wide around smiling lips.

“you gonna come over here?”

you’re humiliated at how fast you scurry back into his lap.

˚ ✧ ─────

you almost don’t believe him until he unravels the latex onto his length, seeing it fall about 3 inches short of the base. 

okay.. wow. so he was too big.

toji lazily toys with himself atop your sheets. long, hard, and flushed red from base to tip. 

he’s nearly bursting out of the thin material, stretching it so tight and so thin that the milky latex almost looks like it’s melting into his skin.

the older man shucks the rubber off with a chuckle that says “i told you so.” he pulls you closer to him by the small of your back, fist reaching down to pump his newly freed length.

“i’ll pull out, you think i won’t?” he promises, voice barely a whisper. you don’t have to take in the smirk gracing the corner of his mouth to know he’s lying.

#toji x reader #toji x reader smut #toji smut #jjk toji #toji headcanons #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu toji #toji zenin #toji imagine #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #toji #toji drabbles #toji fluff #fushiguro toji smut #toji x fem reader #toji x fem reader smut

[evandarya]

Inspired by a prompt from @davestridernb in the Discord server.

I Now Pronounce You... Brothers?

Read on Ao3

***

Tim was a self-taught magician. His parents had brought home a book they had gotten on one of their travels. They bought it because it looked old and fit with the other artifacts in the library. Tim found it. It was written in an old language, but it was similar enough to Latin for him to use the Latin-to-English dictionary to read it. When he tried some of the spells in it they worked! So, from the age of six, Tim had been teaching himself magic.

His spells helped keep him hidden and safe as he followed Batman and Robin around Gotham. He was trying to figure out how to slip a charm onto one of the heroes to keep them safe, but never quite managed it before Robin died.

But Tim knew exactly what to do. There was a spell in the book at the very back. The ink was smudged, but he could work it out. Something about a soul transfer to save someone dead or dying. There was more written, but Tim didn't have time to translate it, Robin was already buried!

So that night, Tim snuck out with the book and tools and materials he'd need to perform the ritual and went down to the graveyard.

He drew the circle around the grave, set up the candles and herbs and said the words, and waited... And waited... And waited...

"Aren't you a little young to be performing a soul bond?"

Tim spun around toward the voice and came face to face with a young man sitting crisscross applesauce and hovering four feet off the ground, making himself eye level to Tim. He was young, maybe early twenties, but his hair was already snow white. His clothes were a strange amalgamation of a modern-looking black rubberized suit with white gloves and boots and random pieces of gunmetal grey armor on his left shoulder and forearms. Around his shoulder was a dark blue cape with stars that looked like they were glowing.

"Who are you?" Tim demanded. The man smiled.

"You should know, you summoned me here." Tim scrunched his eyebrows. He was trying to revive Jason, not summon a walking anachronism.

"I didn't summon you, I was trying to do a soul transfer."

The being sighed and shook his head. "You magicians never learn to read the warnings and fine print."

"I read as much as I could! The book said I could give half of my soul to bring someone and it would bring them back from the dead" Tim said, flipping the book around for the man to read. The being leaned in, floating on his stomach now with his legs bent at the knees and swinging back and forth.

"You're using a Latin dictionary, aren't you?"

"So?"

"So" the being drawled in an imitation of Tim's Diamond District accent, "this verb that you translated as 'give' or 'exchange' translates closer to 'merge' or 'trade' and this noun isn't 'soul'. A soul is an immutable object, you can't break it in half or give half away. That word means 'everything.' your heart your mind, your life force. Everything that you are. That's what that word means."

"No, I know this says 'half', like three times."

"That's me, I'm the Half."

Tim could almost feel his brain breaking as none of this made sense. He took a deep breath and when he opened his mouth his mother came out. "What does this say, exactly, then?"

"Uh...direct translation is kind of impossible, but the closest I could get is 'I offer my everything to merge with your everything so I may stand by your side and protect you forever even into death...' and then some summoning for the officiant, that me."

"That sounds like...like..."

"Marriage vows. Wow. You really don't know what you're doing, do you?" The being flipped right side up and gave Tim a look that was equal parts impressed and horrified.

"Am I married right now?"

"No, of course not. A soul bond works both ways."

"Both...ways?"

"You didn't expect to bind your soul to someone else without permission, did you? Ever heard of informed consent? Speaking of, usually, these binds are...well...binding to the binder– that's you –but since it's clear you didn't know what this was when you started, I'm willing to let you out it."

"But then Jason won't– will stay– no. I need to bring Jason back. I don't care what I have to do."

The man frowned. It was the first unhappy expression Tim has seen on his face. "You're willing to bind yourself to someone you don't even know to bring them back? Why him? Why Jason Todd and not --" the being looked to the grave marker to the right of Jason's "Margaret Thompson? Or any of the thousands of people who die every day in this city? You don't know him, you've never even talked to him. "

"Jason--" Tim paused trying to figure out how to explain without giving up Jason's identity to this man. "Jason is very important to a lot of people. People rely on him and with him gone--" Tim thought of how violent Batman had gotten in the last few weeks. "I just need to bring him back."

"You'll be bound to him for as long as you both shall exist. You don't even get out of it when you die. There is no divorce. There is no undoing this later."

"I'm okay with that."

"If he dies again, so do you. You realize that, right? That tying your life forces together means where one of you goes, the other follows."

"I'm okay with that."

"What if you end up not liking him? What if he's a jerk?"

"HE ISN'T!" Tim glared at the man "Jason is kind and good and smart and funny! He helps people and gives them hope. He's a light shining through the darkness, guiding people to safety. And now he's gone and there's no more light and I don't know what to do except I know I have to do something, like an itch under my skin. I have to do this. I have to bring Jason back." Tim didn't know when he had started crying, but he roughly wiped the tears away. "I'm the only one who can."

The man was quiet for a long time, the air itself seemed to be still.

"I didn't know anyone felt that way about me."

Tim gasped. That-that was...

The being sighed and shifted his cape, opening a dark void that Jason-no-Robin stepped out of. He was still in his Robin armor, mask attached.

"You promised you'd stay quiet if I brought you." The man said. Robin turned and grinned at him.

"Come on, Phantom, I had to meet this kid at least once." Robin turned that grin to Tim "You really are something, you know that?" Robin sounded approving, and he was smiling at Tim!

"R-robin?" He stumbled forward a few steps "You're here. You're --" Tim looked Jason up and down. He looked the same as he did, but it was like looking at an image projected onto smoke. His form shimmered and shifted like he wasn't quite there.

"Dead?" Jason said it with a sardonic grin, but Tim flinched. "Yeah. It's an adjustment, but I can do this." Jason's form shifted from the Robin uniform and into blue jeans and a red hoodie that Tim was sure he'd seen Jason wearing in a paparazzi picture. "Much better. So, what were you saying, something about a light in the darkness?"

Tim's fingers twitched. "Jason, you need to come back. Batman is-- he's not the same without you."

Jason's expression cooled at the mention of Batman. "He'll be fine. It's what he does."

"He won't. He's violent, not holding back. He put a man in a coma last week for robbing an ATM. Jason, please. He needs you."

"No, he doesn't!" Jason yelled. "He needs therapy. Like, years and years of therapy. He doesn't need a kid in a cape."

"But he does. He-"

"He fired me!" Jason's form shifted. He looked taller, more angular and it was as if the smoke swirled around him. The man- Jason had called him Phantom- put a hand on Jason's shoulder and his form visibly softened. "He fired me," he continued calmer "and said I was too angry to be Robin. He doesn't need a kid like that."

The air seemed to settle around them. The graveyard was still, the silence pressing in on all sides.

"But I do." Tim broke the silence with a whisper. "I need you because you fight for what's right and you're not afraid to do what needs to be done. I need you because you inspire me to be better. You're such a good person, Jason, you care so much, and it shines through so brightly. And that's what Batman needs, someone to be the light to his shadows."

Jason sighed and his whole form rippled, twisting and curling. "If it means that much to you, then why don't you do it?"

"Me?" Tim physically recoiled at the idea "I can't be Robin. I'm just– Tim– just a kid with a magic book."

"Well, 'Just Tim with a magic book' you managed to pull the Guardian of New Ghosts out of his tower" Jason jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Phantom who had floated a few feet away while they were talking. "If you can do that, I'm sure being Robin would be a piece of cake."

"But I-"

"Nope, no buts. I get to pick who takes up the Robin mantle and I choose you."

"But Batman-"

"Doesn't choose who gets to be Robin. Robin is something you do because it's right. Because no one else can or will. Because the injustice in the world sits under your skin like an itch you can't scratch." Tim recognized his own words coming back to him. "You're Robin, Timmy, whether you realize it or not."

Tim had a thought, a chance to still bring Jason back. "If I'm Robin, then I get to choose who teaches me, right?"

"Dick can teach you," Jason said, eyeing Tim with suspicion.

"But I don't want Dick to teach me. I want you to."

"And I'd be glad to teach you. I'm really interested in seeing what you do but I'm still dead."

"You don't have to be. We can finish the binding and you can come back."

Jason looked torn. "Come back to what, though?" Jason asked "My body is in the ground, it's been what...two, three months? My face has probably been eaten by worms by now."

"No, the spell brings you back to just as you were right before you died."

"Is...is that true?" Jason looked at Phantom for an answer.

Phantom nodded "As long as the binder has enough lifeforce to handle the strain. The spell takes the time you've been dead and subtracts it from the binder's life."

"No. Absolutely not." Jason said, crossing his arms over his chest in a giant X. "You aren't giving up months of your life to bring me back on top of binding your life to mine."

"But I'm okay with it. I want to bring you back, I don't care the cost."

"And what if you're supposed to die in two months? What if that's all the lifeforce you have and croak right when I get brought back?"

"Death doesn't work like that." Tim said "It isn't predetermined. Everything we do either subtracts from or adds to our life force. I'll die when I die, either when my life force runs out or if it is snuffed out."

Jason looked to Phantom.

"He's right."

Jason’s form swirled. "Why do you want this so badly?"

"Because you are so loved, Jason. By me and so many people, and you don't see it. I want you to see it."

Jason closed his eyes then looked to Phantom who regarded him kindly and said "It's your choice."

"Okay," Jason said, then turned back to Tim. "Okay, if we're going to do this, we are going to do it right. I come back and teach you how to be Robin, and we find you a teacher for this magic stuff. You're going to get in trouble, running around raising the dead."

"Okay," Tim said easily.

"I mean it. No more magic until someone, Constantine or Zatara or someone teaches you."

"Okay, okay, I'll get a teacher."

"Okay," Jason said. "You said it was like a marriage." He said, turning to Phantom. "We don't have to kiss or anything, do we?"

"No, a soul bond strengthens the bond between two people, it isn't inherently romantic. Just say the words with honest intent."

"Okay," Tim held out the book and Jason spoke, his voice crackling like a fire, pronouncing the words in a way a human voice never could imitate. Then Tim felt the bond SNAP into place at the same moment a wave of exhaustion crashed over him. Between one second and the next Tim collapsed on the ground and his emotions swirled and his thoughts raced and only half of them were his. And Jason Todd was beside him, funeral suit covered in dirt and grime. Tim reached out a hand and found Jason's wrist, pulse beating, weak but steady. And then the world went black.

***

"--strangest thing--"

"--dug him up?--"

"--found them like this.--"

***

Awareness came slowly. He felt heavy and slow. His mouth tasted like iron and grit and something was tickling his nose. He went to brush it away but his hand hit something hard on the way. Tim peeled open one eye and saw the too-bright florescent lights and shut his eyes again. There was a deep chuckle from his left and the light dimmed. He risked opening his eyes again and looked. Someone was sitting on a little chair next to his hospital bed reading a paperback novel that was folded in half back on itself. They were tall and lithe with black hair that seemed to float.

"Good morning, sleepy head." He said quietly. "I probably should have warned you about the side effects before you went through with it."

"Phantom?" Tim muttered through the oxygen mask. His throat felt like sandpaper. "Where's--"

"He's in surgery. The doctors say he should make a full recovery." Phantom dog-eared the book and set it on the table beside him. "You were found severely dehydrated and covered in dirt. The best guess is you dug him out of his grave. How you knew he was alive in there is beyond me." Phantom gave him a grin. He'd have to come up with a story. Something believable. Later, though.

"What are you doing here? Why do you look like that?"

Before Phantom could answer there was a knock on the door and a nurse walked in carrying a tray.

"How is he--oh, good you're awake." The nurse set the tray down on Tim's rolling table. "I just need to change your fluids. How are you feeling?" She made quick work of the IV bag.

"Tired. Head hurts, throat sore." Tim rasped.

"I'm sure. I'll see about getting you some ibuprofen okay? In the meantime, your uncle can get you as many popsicles as you want. Right, Mr. Nightingale?" The nurse pinned Phantom with a look and he looked sheepish.

"Right. Popsicles are for the kids, not their guardians."

"Alright, I'm all done here. Call if you need anything."

Once she was gone Tim turned back to Phantom. "Uncle Nightingale?"

"They wouldn't let me stay if we weren't related."

"But...but why?"

"It's my job. I'm the Guardian of New Souls and Halfas."

"What's a Halfa?"

"It's what I am, and what Jason will become."

"But..but I. The spell." Tim could feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

"Shh, shh. Rest now." Phantom smoothed his hair and ran his fingers over Tims's scalp. It felt nice. "I'll explain everything when you're better."

Tims's eyes closed of their own accord and he fell back into a dreamless sleep.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc comics #batman #crossover #tim drake #jason todd #evandarya writes #prompt fill

[snowdice]

Tales From Logan’s Office (Part 3) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Virgil, Logan/Patton

Characters: Logan

Summary: Virgil invades Logan’s office. (Multiple times.)

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1 Part 2

Logan couldn’t help but smile slightly to himself at the framed picture he’d just put on his desk. Logan didn’t have too many personal artifacts on his desk in his on-campus office. He had a few photos and exactly one trinket (a little tiny snow globe with a klein bottle, or at least a 3-D representation of one, in it). All of these were courtesy of Patton. The new photo he’d just put up had been courtesy of Patton as well. His husband had forwarded him the picture this morning after finding it on the university’s social media.

It was a photo Logan had never seen of his son before, one that must have been taken by some student group during one of the welcome week activities this past August. He was wearing the T-shirt incoming freshman had gotten as a gift for being one of the first 500 students at one of the welcoming activities this year. (Virgil had been very proud of himself for getting it.) Logan could tell it had just been given to him as the shirt he’d originally been wearing was poking out from under it at the neck. He must have just pulled it on over what he'd been wearing.

Virgil had gone to every one of those welcome week activities, mostly for the “free shit.”

In the photo, Virgil’s hair was soaking wet from a water balloon that had at some point been tossed at him. (Logan had been sure to stay far away from the quad that day). There was still a bit of bright orange rubber in his hair.

He looked happy, like any normal freshman. The people around him in the photo, his classmates, his roommate, his professors would have no idea looking at that photo what he’d gone through in his earlier teenage years. It no longer showed on his face.

Well, at least, it did not show all the time.

The new photo sat next to a photo of the entire wedding party from Logan and Patton’s wedding. Three of the seven people in the wedding photo were dead. Logan had put that photo away for years and hadn’t taken it back out until, well, around when he’d adopted Virgil.

The last photo was one of just Patton and Virgil from only a few months after Virgil had come to live with them. Logan had taken the photo himself. Patton was asleep in an armchair and Virgil was looking at the camera curiously. Patton had framed that photo and brought it to Logan’s office himself. It had been the only one on his desk for a while; Logan had never touched it.

The boy in that picture was very different than the one in the photo Logan had just had printed off and framed that morning. Yet, they were the same. And it would be the same boy who would blast his way into Logan’s office 15 minutes from now. He had a 30-minute break between classes, and he apparently considered Logan’s personal space his own personal space.

He was right.

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Labeled Master Post.

My Masterpost.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #virgil sanders #platonic analogical #labeled universe #sometimes labels shift #adriana writes

[computer-fox]

Hi. :3 Do you have any Splatoon objectum headcanons? I know you ship Callie x Orca, but I’m curious what you think what some splatoon characters would be objectum for, if any! Thanks :)

Auaaa Sheldon absolutely for what i dont know I guess weapons but i Know that guy is objectum/posic

Marina is objectum for her headphones, laptop, piano, keytar, and dj turntable thingy

My own neo 3 is posic and considers orca one of her bestest friends

Iso padre and all his things he collects for sure

Raian abxy objectum for retro tech stuff

Octo samurai and his roller motorcycle thing

Octavio and his octobot kings...

The octoshower is also objectum to me! It's got its little rubber ducky wife, Quackers!

I cant think of any more canon characters but I know in my heart there is a splatoon out there who has a crush on the splatfest fax machine. There's someone out there in love with a plane at the new airport stage, there's someone who wants to be best friends with one of the robo rom-en waiter robots, there's someone who wants to always be with the copy machine in the lobby, there's a deepsea metro passenger who loves the metro, there's someone who thinks crusty sean's food truck was cute (i say was...cause...welll if you look in mincemeat..;-; ), there's a salmonid in love with its weapon (steel eel pilot was the first that came to mind lol), there's someone in love with one of the vending machines, someone in love with the ddr thing in inkopolis square, someone in love with inkopolis tower in inkopolis plaza, someone in love with the train that goes between splatsville and inkopolis, an octarian objectum for a flooder, someone who likes seeing hammerhead bridge, or someone who likes driving down it because they love seeing the nils statue, someone who waves at the mailbox (the one where you draw plaza posts) every time they pass by it, someone who is posic about ancient human artifacts and loves to visit shellendorf, someone who is in love with an entire turf war stage.....

That list is already So long sorry. But do you get my vision. Objectum Everywhere

#And ah. Also not canon but. My own oc chamelo😭is in love with that scooter in splatsville. And my alternan human oc that helped develop #orca and became its friend #ask #obj #objectum

[starsaviour48]

Could you write tfp Bulkhead and Tfp Wheeljack trying out various foods while they are temporarly stuck as humans,?

Of course bestie no problemo.

Also Wheeljack hating tomatos is canon.

"Tell me doc that this is not permanent!" said Wheeljack.

Right now both him and Bulkhead were turned into human by an artifact that the autobots required recently. Smokescreen and Bumblebee were both holding back their laughter/chirips when they saw Arcee carrying the wrecker and the ex wrecker in her servos. Ratchet gave a glare to Wheeljack.

"It will be if you call me doc one more time."

/:Who makes an artifact like this anyways?:/ beeped Bumblebee between two wheezes.

"It's probably an experiment artifact. Or a by product. There were lot of those during the war." chided in Smokescreen who was happy to show off the knowledge he got from being an archivist.

"What ever it is-" started Ratchet but was interrupted by a loud sound that came from Bulkhead's stomach.

"Is it a bomb?" was all that Wheeljack asked.

The kids started laughing at that. The autobots looked confused and worried for their teammates.

"Relax he is just hungry. We should take them to eat something." said Raf.

"Eat? You mean fueling?" asked back Bulk.

"Yep. Mom let's take them to our house and order something." said Jack while looking at his mom.

"I don't think take out would be the best for them. Maybe it would be better if I cook something." hummed the nurse.

"C'mon Miss Darby! This is probably the firs and last time that Jackie and Bulk will be human. We should give them the good stuff!" encouraged Miko.

June sighed then signaled for the kids and the two now human autobots to follow her.

"I will leave them in your care than Miss Darby. Bee please accompany them." said Optimus and motioned to the scout to follow the small group.

The ride was spent with chatting and planning on what food they are gonna order. The results are:

- Chicken salad by June

- Curry by Miko

- KO burgers by Jack

- And for dessert Rafael choose chocolate pudding

They also stopped by the mall to buy orange soda and some gummy bears. Bulkhead squashed a white gummy between his fingers.

"Is this really eatable? It's texture is funny." said the wrecker.

"Iss like rubber. But oh well if we survived the decepticons this long some rubber animal ain't gonna kill us." said Wheeljack and popped a green gummy into his mouth. After that he made a face.

"It tastes like when you spice your energon cube with copper."

"It's sour candy. It will pull your mouth together." explained Raf.

Bulkhead wasn't really bothered by the sourness and ate another gummy.

"It's fine."

With that they soon arrived at Jack's house. While they were waiting for the food to arrive Miko showed cat videos to the bots. Bulkhead squiked every time something cute happened but Wheeljack sat through it stoically. In reality he struggled not to say aww when a small kitten was cuddling a teddy bear, but he would never admit it.

"Food review timeeee!" shouted Miko when she saw Jack and Raf bringing the food in.

"Let's start with the salad." said June and unwrapped the said food.

"Is this grass? Humans eat grass?" asked Wheeljack sceptically.

"It's not grass. These are vegetables. And the white chunks are chicken meat." chuckled Jack.

"Be sure to chew them properly." said June while handing the cutlery over to Wheeljack and Bulkhead.

"Mom they are not children. They are just giant alien robots who temporarily become human."

"Same thing." nodded June.

"Anyways dig in!" said Miko with a grin on her face.

The first taste wasn't bad. It wasn't Wheeljack's favourite but it was fine. Bulkhead just shuggered and took a bite out of the chicken.

"This chicken thing is good." said the wrecker and went for another piece.

In the mean time Wheeljack took a bite out of a tomato.

"Uh what is this? Even Ratchet's synthetic energon is better."

"When did you-" started Raf but was quickly interrupted by the ex wrecker.

"Don't ask."

Next up it was curry. Both of them approved it's taste.

"This is really good! Do you think Ratchet could replicate the taste in energon?" asked Bulkhead.

"Only one way to find out." smirked Wheeljack.

"I knew you would love it guys!" smiled Miko victoriously.

Jack's fast food came next. Two burgers and two cheese burger with fries was on the plate before the two friends. Wheeljack picked out the tomatos first while Bulkhead took a bit out of the cheese burger. The ketchup stained his green tank top.

"Oops."

"What's that liquid anyways?" asked Wheeljack who also took a bite out of his burger.

"Ketchup. Basically liquid tomato." said Miko.

Wheeljack looked confused at her.

"There is no way."

"Yes way."

"They don't even taste the same!"

"It's...you know what? Eat your veggies Jackie!" shouted the girl.

"Never!"

"What is this streachy thing? It's awesome."

"That's cheese Bulkhead." said Raf.

And for last it was time for Rafael's dessert. The chocolate pudding. Bulkhead chuckled when he poked the dessert and it jiggled.

"It's so different than what we had before." noted Wheeljack.

"Because it's sweet. Unlike the rest of the food that you tried." explained the small boy.

Both bots had a sweet tooth but Wheeljack would never admit it. He is a serious, snarky and badass swordman and scientist after all.

"Don't forget your whipped cream!" smirked Miko then proceed to dump the whole can of whipped cream onto the pudding.

Or well that was the plan but she stumbled, and she missed her target. Wheeljack's whole face, neck and hair were covered in whipped cream now.

"Miko!" exclaimed Jack.

Everyone laughed while Wheeljack scoffed and tried to get rid of the whipped cream.

"So... that's it?" asked Bulkhead.

"Well you should be thirsty after your meal." started June.

Jack poured 2 glasses of orange soda and put it in front of the wrecker and ex wrecker.

"Yer right my neck cables are dry." nodded Wheeljack.

"I assume you meant throat." said June.

Bulkhead didn't really waste time and downed the whole glass in one go. Wheeljack only blinked at him but soon after a loud sound errupted from the wrecker.

"Did you just blurp?" laughed Miko.

"The body of a human is full of mysteries."

Bonus:

"So you are saying that we need to eat in order to make this weak body function?" said Starscream while looking at him in disgust.

They were in Knockout's office, where they stood on the operating table. Before them there were various vegetables and fruit, scattered across them. Knockout grabbed one of the vegetables and bit it. After that he wheezed and his breathing picked up.

"Wha- What's wrong?" asked Starscream hesitantly.

"IT BURNS!!!!"

#bulkhead #transformers prime #optimus prime #smokescreen #knockout #transformers #wheeljack #jack darby #miko nakadai #bumblebee #arcee #ratchet #starscream #june darby

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

So I know the actual reason is “the author is an idiot who didn’t think through her worldbuilding beyond the surface level,” but there are a lot of little and big lore issues about Harry Potter that bother me to this day, such as:

Three-headed dogs exist in the world, but are not elaborated on in Fantastic Beasts. What’s their deal? Why aren’t they considered magical beasts?

What’s the deal with hags? Are they a separate species or just ugly witches?

Also vampires. How do they fit into the world? They never really appear and are mainly relegated to chocolate frog cards detailing that Dracula. Carmilla, and Varney were all canon (the latter also being Jack the Ripper).

Speaking of, Goliath is confirmed to have existed. How much of the Bible actually happened in-universe? Are angels and demons real? Was Jesus a wizard?

Why are so many historical events totally unchanged? Like there had to be wizards affected by the Crusades, the Inquisition, witch trials, the slave trade, and multiple genocides and ethnic cleansings. Why did they just allow all that to happen?

Along with the above, are wizards okay with elf enslavement because they were complicit in the slave trade? I can’t think of any other logical reason why wizards would otherwise be okay with enslaving sentient beings.

What’s with all the bizarrely strong one-shot artifacts like the Mirror of Erised and time turners? Even the Deathly Hallows. Could they not be replicated since they are apparently of human origin, and if so why aren’t there more floating around?

Why the hell is a dark wizard black market allowed to openly operate?

Why are former wizard Nazis allowed to teach children?

How the hell was Slytherin able to hide a complex underground base containing a massive and deadly snake from his fellow founders? Did he just build it while they were sleeping?

Literally what the fuck is the logic behind almost every wizard being completely ignorant of even the most simple technology? Like hardly any of them have electricity and Nr. Weasley is mystified by something as simple as a rubber duck. Why? Are they stupid?

[rubberizer92]

The air was thick with anticipation as two Indian men, clad only in their finest rubber leggings, approached the famed mirror in the center of the room. Their muscles rippled beneath the supple neoprene, gleaming with a healthy sheen of sweat. One wore blue leggings, the other black, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and arousal as they admired their reflections. The mirror was an artifact of legend, said to have been forged by the gods themselves, its power to reveal the true beauty within each mortal soul. The men knew that The Voice would guide them, would show them how to look even better, how to achieve the ultimate in rubber-clad muscular perfection.

As they stood before the mirror, eyes locked on their own reflections, they felt a stirring within them. The blue-clad man, unable to contain his excitement, reached out and traced a finger down the back of his friend's rubber-clad black muscle ass. "Oh, you're looking so good," he breathed, "I can't help but want to touch you."

The black-clad man turned his head slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You mean like this?" he asked, reaching out and gently massaging the spot between his friend's shoulder blades. The blue-clad man moaned softly, arching his back involuntarily. The tension was palpable, the air heavy with desire. They knew that The Voice was watching, and they knew that they must obey its will. Their bodies, their muscles, their very souls yearned for release, for the ecstasy that only another man's touch could bring.

As they stood there, poised on the brink of surrender, the mirror flickered, its surface shimmering like water in the heat. The Voice spoke, and it was as if the very air around them vibrated with its power. "You are beautiful," it said, "but you can be more. You must be more. Take off your leggings, and let your true selves shine through."

#rubber #ai generated #muscles #jock #sexy #ai

[namorthesubmariner]

I was finally able to watch Wakanda Forever today and Namor might be my favorite new MCU character. In addition to my Marvel Animation duties, Ryan gave me a shot to help out on BP2. The ‘first read’ on this iteration of this costume was based on his Phoenix 5 comic design, the basic iconography of his black, red and gold graphic design . The scale patterning was taken mostly from a Viperfish which has a great black/silver shine and a subtle dash of red. Most of the red scale patterning comes from the Arapaima fish(please google both, they are super cool). When it came to researching I may have spend more time digging for Mayan artifacts and their meaning than I spent actually drawing and painting. The more I dug the more I felt like I was missing out. It was a bizarre feeling to have ‘Research Fomo’. According to the Mayan world model(at least the one I found) there is Itzamnaaj the Bird of Heaven that sits above the World Tree, you can find this on the back of his neck armor. And there are the “Jaws of the Underworld“ which you can find around Nämor’s hips(this isn’t as apparent in this iteration of the design, you’d see it more from the side). The large necklace is VERY close to an actual Mayan artifact with slight adjustments and additions of the pearls and rubber trim. The shrimp and crab detail on the middle of his back is also very close to a decorative Mayan mouth piece that hangs from the nose. Hopefully when the artbook is out I might be able to post the final Head Dress costume design... For the Phoenix 5 inspiration I used @kristaferanka’s drawing. 🔥 I believe the original comic design was by @johnromitajr ? - Joshua James Shaw

#mcu namor #namor #namor the sub mariner #black panther: wakanda forever #art #concept art #costume design #costumes #joshua james shaw #phoenix namor

[merlin-bdsm-fest]

Let's start warming up 🔥

This is the first post (of three) to tickle your creativity and suggest possible uses of our 2024 prompts!

We start off with our most loved theme from last edition:

Part 1: Bondage

Bondage - The practice of being physically restrained as a means of attaining sexual gratification.

As we saw from last year, you probably do not need help in creating amazing works with this prompt ;) But we want to inspire those who might need a nudge and show the ropes to newcomers.

The ropes pun was intended, as ropes are probably the most known form of bondage (alongside handcuffs).

Ropes can be used in many ways and span all cultures from Japanese shibari to Celtic knots, so what about an Age of Sails AU where they make good use of these nautical knots? Or are Merlin and Arthur going to explore suspension bondage after the net trap incident (s05e01)?

With rope the artistic possibilities are endless, we shared some places to get visual reference in our previous visual resources post.

Writers can have some fun with ropes too, by having Merlin use magic to move ropes (as he does in s02e08), he can even have some fun alone – perks of being a warlock.

Magic itself can be the force to bond someone, magical constraints can be any size, element, shape or form, warm or cold or wet. Is a magic user conjuring these bonds or did a non-magic character stumble upon some interesting artifact?

Did your character simply get in the wrong (magical) place at the wrong time? They could end up trapped by a tentacled creature or bound by vines, from a magical wood. Or could Morgana's hair be enchanted (like the video game Bayonetta) and bound her lover? Is Merlin a tentacled Eldritch God in your AU?

The ties could be harsh, prickly or soft and velvety.

If you don't like rope, what about cloth? They could be using some of their discarded clothes, improvising, or they could have purchased some of the finest silk especially for the occasion. Are they going shopping for their bondagegear together?

If you prefer it rougher, we already know Merlin looks really pretty in chains (s03e01), so chains, shackles (Gwaine looks good in these - s04e13), modern days handcuffs, spreader bars... or maybe Gwen's father had his own bag of special iron items?

Metals can be a good material to use, but – especially if you plan a modern day AU – you can explore different materials, plastic toys, zip-ties, duct tape, maybe explore mummification kink, plastic wrap, rubber, cables...

Anything long enough can be used to tie up your character.

There's so much to explore, in addition to the means of bondage there's a world of possibile scenarios and mindspaces for your characters to get into, we hope you will share your ideas and what they might bring out.

Did this post rope you into starting your Merlin BDSM work? If not, do not fear, two more posts are coming along to further inspire you.

#resources #mod post #merlinbdsmfest2024 #merlinbdsmfest #bbc merlin

[1800titz]

Chapter 6 of TDIAG will be up tomorrow TODAY (Thursday, 6/15) at 7:15 PM EST

READ TDIAG HERE

And the thing is, it’s not like Isla had assumed he’d be this chains-and-buckles-man in an out-of-club context, straddling a Harley in skimpy dishabille like a debauched porno ad. Or that he’d be this stoic business tycoon who had an assistant that would bring him his coffee every morning Secretary-Circa-2002-style — Dan Sever certainly wasn’t either of those. Dan Sever liked books and walking through abstract art galas, and he had a golden retriever named Lucky. He’d go for morning runs in battered Nikes and listen to Depeche Mode, and his favorite movie was Casino. Dan sold insurance and worked from home. He had a handsome smile that could light up a room, and he was the same man who’d cradle his palm over Isla’s pulse and press as he rocked his hips against her, that same smile crooked and obscene as he told her she would only breathe if he was feeling particularly nice.

Isla anticipated, when she’d ponder over and imagine what her mysterious Eros was like, who he was behind the mask, that the dominant would be a seemingly wholesome man in a normal setting. Because that was the thing — the scariest were always, for some reason or another, the nicest. The ones who would smirk down at your pleas of mercy and laugh were the same ones who’d spend weekends volunteering in homeless shelters, or something equally virtuous and good-natured. Isla’s not totally sure if it has to do with a Purge sort of inner turmoil, like the kind where someone is so nice that eventually they just have to snap — she has her sneaking suspicions, but whatever. For some reason, it always seemed to work out like that. Like a maidenly adult that was forced into attending a Christian college. How’s that saying go? Lady in the Streets, Freak in the Sheets? Nice is to streets as sadistically vile is to sheets. 

Isla knew he’d be attractive — she knew based off his build, the pillowy plush of his mouth and the vibrant jade of his eyes, the length of his eyelashes through the slits of unzipped rubber, alone. She knew that he had taste based off the stretches of his skin with artistic character she’d managed to lay her eyes upon in flitting increments of episodes, personality based off his sarcasm and quip. Isla could piece together artifacts like no other — seamless details sewn by her imagination like a bird harvesting trinkets in the process of building a nest. She had her analysis. 

But musing and daydreaming was vastly different from the real deal. And Harry to Eros? That was like whiplash. And Isla wants to see Eros ambidextrous — his devil on one shoulder and the angel on the opposite, two sides of the same coin. She doesn’t want to ask him to spank her. She wants Harry to punish her, because she wants to bask in the reversal of the poles. She wants to know that only a short hour ago he’d walked her through the shell of a house, made jokes on her cherry infatuation, and pushed her on a rope swing. Now, she wants to see the devil. 

#dom harry styles #harry styles #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles dirty one shot #harry styles edit #harry styles edits #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles smut #harry styles wattpad #tdiag teaser #1800titz #1-800-TITS #harry styles writing #harry styles x oc

[angrybatart]

Re: Fun video games that (probably) won't fry your laptop. These are all on Steam.

-Factorio - Strategy/puzzle game about automating an enormous factory while siphoning natural resources from an infinite alien landscape. Highly moddable. Still receives occasional updates. Includes in-game tutorial, and peaceful mode if you don't want to fight the planet's giant cockroaches. Allegedly indirectly teaches you about software engineering.

-Killing Floor - Co-op first-person shooter survival horror. Work alone or with friends (difficulty scales with player count) to fend off waves of increasingly deadly mutants in locations ranging from West London to secret underground labs to Santa's workshop, before squaring off against their mad scientist creator. Already sequeled twice and receives no further updates (don't expect a huge player base), and many weapons (and cosmetic skins) are locked in DLCs.

-DEFCON - Real-time strategy about global thermonuclear war, inspired by the 1980s movie Wargames. Take control of one or more territories and try to eradicate as much of the population of up to fixe enemy territories while minimizing your own losses. Highly moddable, and often goes on sale for really cheap. Includes in-game tutorial. Was once the focus of an actual for real scientific study.

-DUSK - First-person episodic Boomer Shooter. Take on the role of Dusk Dude as he runs and guns his way through more than 30 levels of Pennsylvania backwoods, corrupted cityscapes, and places beyond the understanding of men. Fight your way through legions of cultists and nameless terrors, and finally, the cult's leader, Jakob. Somewhat moddable, and offers an arena-style multiplayer. Features a kickass thrash/industrial metal soundtrack by Andrew Hulshult. HD version also recently released (as a free add-on to the original game).

-Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory - The third (and arguably best) iteration of the classic tactical stealth game, though almost totally separate from the stories of the first two. Play as Sam Fisher, a spy for the NSA as you use gadgets, cunning, and state-sponsored gymnastic skills to unravel the latest plot to push the world toward all-out war. Includes in-game video tutorials. Features co-op and versus modes (though I've never tried them).

-Hotline Miami and Hotline Miami 2: Wrong Number - Top-down arcade-style mass murder simulator drenched in blood, neon colors, and '80s aesthetics. Play as a nameless protagonist (fan named "Jacket") receiving orders from mysterious phone calls, and bludgeon, slash, and shoot your way through buildings crawling with Russian Mafia, wearing rubber animal masks that give you different abilities. In the second game, the story expands as you play as several other characters in the aftermath of Jacket's actions, each with their own motivations, yet inexorably bound together. Features many synth-pop tracks from various artists, available on a neon magenta vinyl record. Go for the high score and show off to your friends how amazing and handsome you are at a critically-acclaimed indie game. Second game also comes with a short virtual comic book!

-FAItH: The Unholy Trinity - 8-bit style religious horror game with rotoscoped cutscenes, developed b Airdorf Games. Play as Fr. John Ward in 1987 Connecticut as your quest to right your wrongs and complete an interrupted exorcism spiral into madness and the true depths of the Satanic Panic of the 1980s. Features multiple endings, game modes, an arcade mode, and an in-game tutorial.

-Bloodrayne: Terminal Cut - A PC port of the cult-favorite third-person hack-and-slash. Play as Rayne, a dhampir hired by the mysterious Brimstone Society to handle situations too otherworldly or dangerous for mere humans; Which mostly involves slaughtering thousands of Nazis before they can get their hands on otherworldly artifacts. Includes a bunch of special codes that can be inputted to make the game easier, harder, or to activate "Juggy Mode." Game doesn't have any actual nudity but definitely enjoys its jiggle physics. One sequel (not as good IMO but also on Steam), a spinoff game, and also spawned at least 1 movie and some comic books IRL.

-CARRION - Metroidvania-style reverse horror game. Play as an unfathomable lump of runaway teeth, tentacles, and God-knows-what as you tear your way through Relith Labs, on a mission to escape and consume anyone who gets in your way. Evolve as the game progresses, growing larger and acquiring new abilities. Includes a small Christmas-themed free DLC that is essentially more of the same.

-Gone Home - Short, narrative-driven game about returning from Europe to your parents' new home, and discovering your sister is gone. Explore the house, discovering notes, clues, and secrets as a story of growing up and self-discovery unfolds. I don't want to spoil any of it, just take my word for it that it's a good game, and not violent or anything like other games on this list.

-Omen Exitio: Plague - Visual novel RPG where you take on the role of a doctor during an outbreak of a mysterious, deadly disease. Unravel the mystery bit by bit as you are hounded by madness and mysterious figures with ill intention, and make decisions that may alter the course of history.

-Hacknet - DOS-style programming game apparently inspired by hacking scenes in various movies. Delve into the world of professional hackers, complete jobs for clients, bypass security to break into servers, and discover the fate of your late benefactor, as his/her automated failsafe leads you toward the truth. "Labyrinths" DLC also available, and can be accessed and completed at any time before, during, or after the main game. In-game tutorial provided. Features an amazing techno soundtrack by various artists. Should not be confused with real-world cybersecurity activities - Those are much more difficult.

I have more, but this alone has taken me an hour to write. Let me know your thoughts.

Definitely been meaning to check out FAItH, and I've heard of Gone Home. If I remember what I saw in the trailer correctly, it sorta reminds me of that Edith Finch game.

As for that Plague game....do I get to actually be a plague doctor??????

#ask #goddammitbio

[dark-elf-writes]

Okay but imagine after the Battle of Hogwarts and some time for healing Harry gets handed a toddler and is basically told to become a godfather.

So he does.

He has the full toddler sling around his chest as he helps with repairs. He and Kreature baby proof all of one room of Grimmauld before it is mutually decided that maybe getting a flat less coated in dark magic and cursed artifacts is a better idea at least until the baby is less likely to try to eat a poisoned dagger and Merlin why is that even in here? He learns how to love cooking because now he has someone who actually enjoys it, and sure Teddy got banana purée in both of their hair but he’s also laughing and babbling away and his hair is a happy blue so Harry knows it was appreciated.

The problem is is that Harry… doesn’t know what reasonable expectations of a child should be? He just knows what he’s not going to do because of his own childhood and some anecdotes from Siri and Kreature from how the Black family raised their kids and just kinda wings it like he’s done everything else in his life. I mean he stole a dragon and ended a war so parenting can’t be that hard right?

So Teddy ends up like six and fully fluent in ancient runes because Hermione and Bill keep buying him coloring books with them. He’s trilingual before he’s four because Fleur and Viktor adore him and they didn’t get to help their littlest champion/pseudo brother before but they sure can now that Harry’s nineteen with a whole ass toddler. Teddy memorizes the recipe for poly juice potion at the same time he masters pancakes even though Harry won’t let him near a cauldron or a stove top. He can name every magical creature in the Forbidden Forest or at least the ones willing to come to the edges because Harry refuses to go back among those trees, but that’s okay because Hagrid and Fang are good babysitters as long as they have some direction. Teddy is flying before he figures out how to get his limbs that never feel quite right —like hes made of rubber bands stretched a bit too far — to cooperate enough to not fall constantly and is the most terrifying beater imaginable for a three year old.

All this to say by the time Hogwarts rolls around and their (because it’s their now and while their limbs still feel stretchy and weird they at least have the piece of knowing that Harry will love them even if they’re his child instead of his son) core is stable enough to actually cast magic they are eleven casting a patronus charm that is (unsurprisingly) a wolf cub and could take like half of their owls from jump except for the boring ones that Harry knew wouldn’t help them if things went wrong.

And Teddy grows up being an incredibly loved terror of a powerhouse and Minerva swears up and down but the time the first Weasley is old enough to join them in Hogwarts she is going to retire.

#the elf talks #harry potter #who saves the savior au #(kinda. the parenting style is still definitely Harry’s but Teddy is probably not going to ever step foot into Hogwarts in that verse) #hp #Teddy Lupin #Harry should have been allowed to be a good dad okay #let this man have a happily ever after raising his nonbinary child #also nonbinary Teddy Lupin is great okay i adore them

[minivantiny]

Growing Tomatoes "The Muggle Way"

Summary:

Inspired by Yunho's wish to taste a freshly grown tomato, Mingi embarks on a gardening adventure.

Professor Flock's Muggle Studies classroom has a cozy and welcoming atmosphere. The desks and chairs are arranged in a semi-circle, creating a space that encourages lively discussions. The walls are decorated with colourful posters depicting various Muggle inventions, which contrasts with the magical tapestries typically found in Hogwarts classrooms. The shelves are lined with an assortment of quirky Muggle gadgets, including typewriters and rubber ducks, adding to the room's unique charm.

As Professor Flock posed his intriguing question, the classroom seemed to come alive with a mixture of curiosity and disinterest. Some students slumped in their chairs, fighting off drowsiness, while others feverishly scribbled notes or exchanged amused glances. The Hufflepuff student at the back, known for his outspoken nature, couldn't resist throwing in a cheeky question:

"Can't we just Accio food from some Muggle shop?"

Professor Flock answered with a grin, "And you think you wouldn't get tired of doing that every day?" The Hufflepuff, acknowledging the wisdom in the professor's words, nodded in amused agreement.

"Well, actually," Professor Flock continued, his animated gestures capturing the class's attention, "some local grocers buy food from the Muggle world and sell it to other wizards. That way, only a small number of wizards would have intimate knowledge of the Muggle world, while the rest would buy it with wizard money from magical stores."

The information hung in the air, prompting a mixture of contemplative nods and raised eyebrows. Amidst the sea of students, Yunho sat in a desk, absorbing every word with genuine interest. The intimate setting of the class, with only 12 seats, allowed for a more personal connection between the professor and the students.

As Professor Flock continued his lecture, he encouraged discussions between students. Students began to share stories about encounters with Muggle artifacts, debating the usefulness of certain inventions. Laughter echoed through the room as one student recalled a particularly baffling experience with a Muggle "bicycle."

The classroom, despite its modest size, became a vibrant space where the boundaries between magical and Muggle worlds blurred. Professor Flock's engaging teaching style and the students' varied reactions created an atmosphere of learning and excitement, proving that even the smallest classrooms could hold the magic of discovery.

Yunho lingered after class, eager to delve deeper into the details of growing non-magical plants with Professor Flock. With a smile, he approached the knowledgeable wizard.

"Professor Flock, I was wondering if you could tell me more about growing Muggle plants like tomatoes and onions without using magic," Yunho inquired, his curiosity evident.

Professor Flock, delighted by Yunho's enthusiasm, gestured for him to join him at his desk. "Ah, the classic Muggle way! It's a fascinating process, my dear Yunho. Let me give you a brief overview."

Yunho leaned in, absorbing every word as Professor Flock began to explain. "Firstly, you'll need the right soil. Muggles often use a mixture of sand and loam for their gardens. It provides good drainage and aeration for the plants. Now, for tomatoes and onions, they thrive in slightly acidic soil, so keep that in mind."

Yunho nodded, his mind absorbing the details. "And what about planting the seeds?"

"Ah, excellent question! Muggles typically start by planting seeds indoors in pots, especially in colder climates. This gives the plants a head start before transplanting them outdoors. Make sure to follow the guidelines on the seed packets for the proper depth and spacing."

Yunho, scribbling notes on a spare piece of parchment, continued to inquire. "And watering? How do Muggles manage that without magic?"

Professor Flock chuckled, appreciating Yunho's eagerness. "Muggles water their plants manually, usually with a watering can. They gauge the moisture levels by feeling the soil; if it's dry an inch below the surface, it's time to water. Remember, it's a bit of trial and error, but you'll get the hang of it."

As their conversation continued, Professor Flock shared more insights on the complexity of Muggle gardening, from dealing with pests to the benefits of companion planting. Yunho absorbed the information like a sponge, grateful for the chance to expand his magical knowledge into the realm of the mundane, yet fascinating, Muggle practices.

Yunho couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within him as he practically skipped down the Hogwarts halls, eager to share his newfound knowledge with Mingi.

Finding Mingi at the Hufflepuff dinner table, his plate already half-empty, Yunho approached with a grin, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "Mingi, you won't believe what I learned in Muggle Studies today!" Yunho exclaimed, excitement glimmering in his eyes.

Mingi looked up from his meal, his eyes lighting up at the sight of Yunho's excitement. "What is it, Yunho? Something interesting?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Seating himself next to Mingi, Yunho dove into a descriptive recap of Professor Flock's class. He vividly described the quirky Muggle gadgets and the insights into how wizards obtained non-magical products. Mingi listened attentively, occasionally nodding or chuckling at Yunho's enthusiasm about such simple things.

As Yunho reached the topic of growing Muggle plants, he couldn't help but let slip his personal desire. "You know Mingi, I'd love to taste a freshly grown tomato someday, like the ones Muggles grow in their gardens, the proper 'Muggle Way'."

Mingi, ever attentive to Yunho's interests, leaned in with genuine interest. "The proper 'Muggle Way', you say?"

Yunho's eyes sparkled with excitement as he grinned. "I can't help but wonder how different they might taste compared to the magical ones we're used to."

As the conversation flowed, Mingi secretly hatched a plan to fulfill Yunho's wish. His small gardening haven behind the Beasts classroom would be the perfect spot to grow tomatoes without arousing suspicion. The mischievous gleam in Mingi's eyes went unnoticed as Yunho continued sharing his enthusiasm for Muggle studies.

Intrigued by Yunho's passion, Mingi made a mental note to surprise him with a taste of freshly grown tomatoes, grown with care and dedication, a secret gift from one Hufflepuff to another.

So he got to work.

The very same day.

Mingi, armed with a bag of seeds from "The Magic Neep" in Hogsmeade, embarked on his ambitious tomato-growing venture behind the Beasts classroom. The plot was set, the seeds were planted, and the pots were filled, but little did Mingi know, his gardening journey was about to take an unexprected turn.

Unbeknownst to him, Mingi had chosen clay soil, believing it to be a magical boon for his tomatoes. The pots were generously filled with magical fertilizer, expecting it to work wonders. As the days passed, Mingi's tomatoes weren't thriving; they were practically begging for mercy.

In the midst of his gardening disaster, Mingi scratched his head, wondering why his plants seemed more interested in protesting against their magical confinement than growing into lush tomatoes. It was then that he stumbled upon a gardening guide tucked away in the corner of the greenhouse, its title reading, "Gardening for Muggles: The Unseen Magic of Soil."

Wide-eyed, Mingi realized his mistake. He needed loam or a mixture of sand and loam, not the clay soil and magical fertilizer concoction he had been using. With a sigh, he resigned himself to the fact that gardening, even 'The Muggle Way', required a bit more attention to detail than he had initially thought.

Weeks later, as the first raindrops fell from the darkened sky, Yunho hurriedly exited the Beasts classroom, his footsteps echoing through the deserted courtyard. The heavy rain quickly escalated, prompting him to dash towards the castle to seek shelter from the downpour.

In his haste, Yunho caught a glimpse of a determined figure behind the Beasts classroom. Through the misty rain, he spotted Mingi, wearing a vibrant yellow raincoat and matching rubber boots, battling the unexpcted weather to tend to his struggling tomatoes.

Yunho's footsteps slowed as he observed Mingi's dedication. Dirtied with mud, hair sticking to his forehead, Mingi reflected loyalty to his words. He saw Mingi frantically attempting to move a gardening pot under a hastily constructed wooden shelter, struggling without a hint of magic.

A small blush crept onto Yunho's face as he realized Mingi was enduring this for him, inspired by Yunho's simple desire to taste a freshly grown tomato. Mesmerized by Mingi's unwavering commitment, Yunho decided to respect his friend's privacy and retreated, leaving Mingi to wrestle with the unpredictable forces of nature.

Three months had flown by since that day. On a lazy Saturday morning, Yunho stirred in his dormitory bed, basking in the luxury of a day free from classes.

Deciding to savor the rare opportunity to sleep in, Yunho stretched and turned his head towards Mingi's bed, only to find it suspiciously empty. The Hufflepuff dormitory room, usually filled with the soft snores of its occupants, felt unusually quiet. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, Yunho sat up and scanned the room, wondering where his roommate had vanished to so early on a weekend morning.

His eyes landed on a parchment paper neatly placed on his nightstand. Intrigued, Yunho picked it up and unfolded the note, revealing a message that stirred his curiosity. "Meet me behind the Beasts classroom, I have a surprise for you - S.M." Yunho's eyebrow raised in confusion. He had momentarily forgotten about the discreet encounter with Mingi and his gardening incident.

Yunho, now fully dressed and ready for the day, ventured out of his dormitory, the mystery note from Mingi still clutched in his hand. The Hogwarts corridors were a mosaic of magical portraits and enchanted tapestries, and Yunho's footsteps echoed through the ancient stone halls as he made his way toward the Beasts classroom.

As he strolled towards the Bell Tower Courtyard, the unexpected sight of Yeosang and Jongho sitting on a couch near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom caught Yunho's attention. Both engrossed in their Advanced Potions textbooks, their focused expressions hinted at the challenges of their studies.

However, it wasn't the textbooks that drew Yunho's gaze; it was the unusual intimacy between Yeosang and Jongho. Jongho occupied the left corner of the couch, while Yeosang sprawled across the remaining space, his head nestled comfortably in Jongho's lap. The scene seemed so oddly familiar yet foreign to Yunho, as if he had stumbled upon a private moment between the two students. Yunho was taken aback at the carefree ease with which Jongho and Yeosang embraced their closeness.

Uncertain whether this was a regular occurrence for the two friends, Yunho hesitated to intervene. Instead, he opted for a simple wave, receiving warm greetings in return. A small smile adorned Yunho's face as he continued down the stairs.

"Well, that was interesting," Yunho murmured to himself. With a gentle smile, he continued his way towards the Beasts classroom, eager to uncover the surprise Mingi had in store for him.

When Yunho arrived, there were no signs of Mingi. He curiously scanned the surroundings, the anticipation building with each passing moment. Just as a hint of uncertainty crossed his face, a familiar voice sliced through the air.

"Yunho! Over here!"

Yunho's eyes lit up at the sound, and he turned around to spot Mingi waving enthusiastically from a few meters away. A wide grin spread across Yunho's face as he made his way towards his best friend.

"Hey, Mingi!" Yunho asked, his curiosity bubbling over.

Mingi, with an air of excitement, motioned for Yunho to follow. Leading him to a spot behind the Beasts classroom, they reached a breathtaking sight. A massive tree stood proudly a few meters away, its branches reaching towards the sky, offering a comforting shade. The small river nearby added a soothing melody to the surroundings, creating an atmosphere of tranquillity.

As they approached the tree, the Hogwarts Castle came into view. Perched on its majestic hill, the castle stood as a testament to centuries of magic and history. The sun, casting a warm glow over the turrets and towers, painted the scene with an enchanting radiance.

Mingi gestured towards the impressive view, a proud smile on his face. "Surprise! I thought this would be the perfect place for what I had in mind."

Yunho's eyes widened in awe as he took in the breathtaking scenery. The sprawling Hogwarts grounds, the river gently winding its way, and the castle looming in the background created a memorable scene. It was a scene that resonated with the magic of the wizarding world, and Yunho couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected beauty that Mingi had unveiled.

Mingi's hand pointed towards the meticulously arranged picnic blanket on the ground, a colorful spread that hinted at the result of Mingi's secret gardening adventure. "The tomatoes grew so much faster than I thought they would, and I had no idea what to do with all of them," Mingi confessed bashfully, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and hesitation. "So I asked the castle house-elf staff if they could do something with them. I also helped! Given that they prepare our meals every day and that my request was probably additional work, I felt horrible watching them handle everything."

The blanket, adorned with an array of vibrant tomato dishes and salads, gleaming with the essence of Mingi's dedication. Yunho, initially struck speechless by the unexpected feast, finally managed to find his voice.

"You did all of this.. for me?" Yunho's words carried a hint of shock, his eyes reflecting both gratitude and amazement.

Mingi, with a humble grin, responded, "Well, don't get me wrong, despite the hard work, I actually enjoyed growing plants like this. You get a nice feeling of accomplishment."

As Mingi picked up a plate filled with freshly picked tomatoes, he extended it towards Yunho. "You said you wanted to try a fresh tomato, so.. here's your chance. I might've already eaten about half of this plate.. They're delicious!" Mingi's smile widened, showcasing his satisfaction with the final result.

Yunho, unable to resist the allure of the freshly picked tomatoes, accepted the plate gratefully. The first bite was indescribable, a burst of a tart and tangy flavor that surpassed all expectations. The tomatoes, nurtured with care and dedication, left a sweet after teaste in Yunho's mouth, almost as if he could taste the love Mingi has put into growing them.

The duo settled onto the comfortable picnic blanket, surrounded by an array of tasty-looking dishes, each infused with the magic of Mingi's efforts.

As they delved into their meal, Mingi regaled Yunho with tales of the misadventures that had peppered his gardening journey. Amidst the laughter and shared stories, Yunho couldn't help but find humor in Mingi's gardening mishaps. "How could you put them in clay soil? I told you Muggles use sandy loam!" Yunho teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Mingi simply shrugged his shoulders with a grin, taking another spoonful of the delectable tomato salad. "Instructions unclear," he noted.

Yunho found himself captivated by the enchanting scenery surrounding them. The Hogwarts Castle, with its towering spires, stood proudly against the azure sky. The river nearby whispered tales of secrets shared only with those who sought its solace.

Amid the tranquil moment, a comfortable silence enveloped them, the special bond between Yunho and Mingi flourishing without the need for words. Yunho sighed, a contented smile playing on his lips as he gazed at Mingi, grateful for the genuine connection they shared.

After a few heartwarming seconds, Yunho finally broke the silence. "Thank you, Mingi."

Mingi turned his head towards Yunho, his eyes reflecting the warmth of their friendship, and he smiled sincerely. "You're welcome, Yunho," Mingi replied, the words carrying a depth that transcended the simple act of growing tomatoes. In that moment, gratitude and appreciation hung in the air, reinforcing the bond between the two of them.

Later, standing in front of Mingi's flourishing gardening haven. The tomato bushes stood proudly, their branches laden with plump, vibrant fruits that seemed to display the joy of their caretaker's dedication.

"What should we do with them? We can't eat all of this by ourselves!" Mingi exclaimed, his eyes scanning the multitude of tomatoes.

After a brief pause, Yunho's eyes gleamed with an idea. "What if we gather the tomatoes and offer them to the headmistress? She can ask the kitchen elves to include them on the menu for dinner today." Yunho's suggestion hung in the air, an opportunity to share the fruits of their unexpected harvest with the entire Hogwarts community.

Yunho and Mingi exchanged a knowing glance, their unspoken agreement sealing their decision.

Later at dinner, Headmistress Weasley took center stage, her poised and authoritative presence commanding the attention of the entire Great Hall. The hum of conversations gradually subsided as students turned their focus to the headmistress, a sense of anticipation filling the air.

"I would like to announce that tonight's dinner is indeed very special," Headmistress Weasley began, her words flowing with the effortless grace and eloquence that characterized her speech. The students, initially confused, now listened attentively. "One of our students has generously offered fresh ingredients for tonight's dishes, cultivated with dedication and care. I would like to express my sincere appreciation to Song Mingi, a fifth-year Hufflepuff, who has spent the last three months cultivating his own tomatoes. He selflessly contributed these homegrown treasures to our school's kitchen, expressing his desire to share the fruits of his labor with his fellow students."

A gentle smile graced Headmistress Weasley's lips as she continued, "In recognition of his outstanding efforts, I am pleased to award Song Mingi with 50 house points for his remarkable contribution to our Hogwarts community. Now, without further ado, let us all relish in this extraordinary feast. Bon appétit."

As she concluded her speech, the Great Hall erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause. The tables, adorned with a variety of dishes, showcased Mingi's tomatoes in all their glory – in vibrant tomato salads, rich marinara sauce paired with pasta, and even as delectable snacks in the form of cut-up tomatoes. The Hufflepuff table, especially, erupted in jubilation, celebrating Mingi's altruism.

Amidst the cheers and applause, Yunho couldn't help but gaze at his best friend with admiration, recognizing the purity of Mingi's heart reflected in this special moment.

#ateez #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #harry potter universe #yungi #ateez yungi #hufflepuff mingi #hufflepuff yunho #matilda weasley #song mingi #jeong yunho

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you could say it was pretty shocking

Whumptober day 4 prompts “cattle prod” and “shock”

Warnings: Electrocution, vomiting, torture and hostage situations(??), inaccurate depictions of how cattle prods work 😔.

Summary: After locating an artifact, Illinois gets electrocuted by hired thugs who were sent to collect what he found. All you can do is watch.

AO3

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Crackles of high voltage electricity are nearly drowned out by the sound of Illinois’ ear splitting screams.

You had arrived in the country only that morning, immediately springing into a hunt for a very rare artifact that few others had caught wind of and you had had the privilege of been sent to find by a close curator friend of Illinois’. It had gone well, very well, in fact, that you were almost suspicious, almost took your attention away from the beautiful scenery and the endearing boasts and rambles of your companion to see it should have been more difficult.

Almost.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. Both of you should have. But you didn’t, and you couldn’t do anything about the men suddenly appearing and rushing you. There’s too many and no room to escape, your jeep mockingly out of reach and engine turned off. It’s easy to guess who your attackers are, fighting with the brutality and gracelessness of cheap black market hired help gives clues you in on them not just being muggers. You couldn’t figure out how someone figured out so quickly that you were on the artifacts trail, the plans were made quietly and kept within your circle.

That’s not on your mind right now, however. It’s a tunnel vision, the world around you fuzzy but sharpening out every time their leader brings the buzzing cattle prod back down on Illinois’ back. the air is thick with the smell of ozone and a burning something that you refuse to think about.

“STOP!” you scream, struggling in vain against the two people holding you in place “LET HIM GO! LET HIM GO!”

The man with the cattle prod laughs uglily as men lift Illinois’ gasping form by his arms

“I will!” He assures. It feels mocking “Give me the necklace and pretty boy goes free.”

Your heart races as he grips the side of Illinois’ face harshly, wrenching it up. Illinois looks at you with pleading eyes, shaking his head as best he can.

You swallow, voice cracking as you answer.

“No.”

The leader sighs, his voice almost chastising as he says “See this? Everything that happens now is your fault.”

He swings the prod into illinois stomach, his men’s rubber gloves keeping themselves from being electrocuted while they hold up your companion.

Hearing Illinois scream and being told to do nothing about it is agony, tears well up in your eyes as your mind races to figure out how to get you both out. Illinois gasps painfully, mouth dropped open as convulsions rip through his body. The prod is removed suddenly when he wretches, the sound of him vomiting has you lurching forward, forgetting about being held back.

“ILLINOIS!”

He can barely catch himself when he’s dropped, arms shaking from the small exertion. His hat falls in front of him, it had impressively stayed on his head the whole time and surprisingly misses the puddle of vomit. Illinois’ wide, frantic eyes flick from it to you, his body heaving with every pant.

It’s too close. Everything is falling apart before your eyes and you can only watch as the leader gets ready to shock Illinois again. Panic crawls up your spine when a whimper involuntarily  leaves Illinois. If you could just give them the necklace—

An idea blinks into your mind and your thoughts grind to a halt. Your tongue darts out to wet your split lip, not tasting the blood by how preoccupied you are by quickly rolling the idea over in your mind.

It could work. You consider grimly. Or you’ll both die.

You hope your friend understands when he finds out.

“Wait, stop!” You cry out. The leader pauses, the cattle prod raised high to strike Illinois “I’ll give it to you, please, just let him go!”

Illinois’ eyes widen, your name whispered hoarsely.

The leader grins.

“Finally! Some cooperation! Remember,” He shoves the end of the prod into the back of Illinois neck making him slump forward, arms nearly giving out. Your stomach drops at the sight. “Try something, he’s dead.”

You’re released from the other mens hold, your shaky fingers reach into the hidden pocket in the inside waistband of your pants. There’s silence, aside from Illinois’ shuddering breaths, where they wait for you to grasp it, the chain falling out between your fingers. They shouldn’t know what the artifact looks like, just that its an old necklace. Afterall, that’s all you two knew.

“Here,” you toss him the medallion. A keepsake stolen for you from your heist partner back when you were still a thief. Under better circumstances it’d be sad to see it go, but you’d rather have Illinois.

Illinois keeps his eyes on you while the leader examines it. You hold your breath, skin buzzing.

Please work, please work, you internally beg

A grin stretches across the leader's face. He stuffs your medallion into his pocket. “Alright, we’ve got what we came for.”

You’re shoved, hard. Pain blooms in your knees at the force they hit the ground. There’s a grunt and a softer thump ahead of you while boots thud in the dirt

“You’re lucky,” the man calls “We were told to keep you alive. But if you try to get up before we’re gone,” there’s a click of a gun “You lose your legs. Got it, sweetheart?”

You grit your teeth, exhaustion washing over you in waves as they leave. You finally look up after you can’t hear them anymore, eyes locking with Illinois’. He’s laying on his side now, bits of dried spit and vomit on his chin. His hat is grasped in one hand, the other tucked against his chest.

He rasps your name, breaths coming in unevenly “Good thin-thinkin’.”

You’re scrambling forward before you can think, dust kicking up around you. Your knees ache as you tumble back down, hands flitting anxiously just out of reach of touching him.

“Illy—” you gasp, letting him weakly take your hand. “Oh my gosh, Illy, I’m so sorry, I should have thought of something sooner—”

He cuts you off with a squeeze of your hand “Did—did fine, partner.” He licks his cracked lips, grimaces “We need to get—…out of here.”

He sounds breathless, lungs rattling. Your heart breaks for him.

“Still have it?” you ask quietly.

He nods tiredly, tapping at the inside band of his hat where the necklace was hidden away earlier. You’re not the only one with little hidden pockets.

You sigh in relief, wanting to sink down in the dirt. But it’s not safe to stay here, Illinois is still injured and your attackers orders could be changed from ‘keep them alive’ to ‘leave no evidence’ at any moment, so you heave yourself up and shake off the aches and pains that you are starting to become aware of.

It’s a chore getting Illinois upright and to the jeep, but you manage, mumbling “I got you”’s as he stumbles, arm slung over your shoulder. As soon as he’s in the car you’re tearing off to the other side, hip slamming into the grill hard enough that you know you’ll be sore there later. Well. More sore than you’ll already be.

Illinois groans quietly in his seat. Your stomach flips.

Not as sore as he’ll be.

The door slams shuts harder than you mean and it takes you a few shaky tries to get the keys in the ignition as the adrenaline continues to fade, but soon you’re speeding off, switching to a different road at Illinois’ instruction.

“We need to get out of the country,” he says hoarsely “Only one other person knew where—” his eyes squeeze shut, a soft grunt leaving him when he shifts stiffly. The pressure of the seat against his back and shirt against his burned skin can’t be comfortable. “Where we were going… What our plan was, the airport we flew in from.”

“Where we’re staying.” You white knuckle the steering wheel “I need to get into our hotel room, we can’t leave all our supplies. Even if they’ve already been there, I doubt they took the med kit.”

Illinois huffs, it almost sounds like an attempt to laugh despite the pain “‘m fine, partner. Takes more than a little shock to get rid of me.”

You blink back tears, trying for a weak smile. You chose not to push, he doesn’t need that right now, but you’re sure you both know you’ll be talking about it later. “Nobody stops the great Illinois Jack, huh?”

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” He smirks, failing to hide a wince. He keeps his hat clutched in his lap in a tight grip. “This is nothin’, darlin’.”

You let go of the wheel with one hand, wordlessly reaching over his lap to take his trembling hand. Illinois is shaken, which is unsurprising. Aside from the injuries, he’s just put together that a dear friend of his was not so dear afterall. You know Illinois gives his loyalty freely, shining like the sun at the prospect of friendship and community. He thrives on it. 

You briefly wonder how well he knows the term ‘honor among thieves’, if he knows what thieves do to the people who betray them. You wonder how many favors you’re about to cash in.

Oh, well. You’ll find out soon enough.

“I know, Illy.”

#ahwm #a heist with markiplier #ahwm illinois #illinois ahwm #ahwm y/n #writing #fanfic #whumptober 2023 #my writing

[dem0nguy]

RAMBLETIME 4 (I somehow have more)

We’re rambling about Brutux fellas!

This man needed so much goddamn explanation for his backstory that we just never got…

First off, he’s like, a fuckin gang leader. And that’s just completely glossed over.

HE RUNS A FUCKING GANG FOR BOOKS!!!

And he very clearly has a HUGE influence in the post-apocalyptic world. Like he created a whole monetary system based on credits and bartering. Where you can turn in treasures to him or others affiliated with the gang in turn for credits or goods.

Such as the bartender in the first episode. He mentions Sheriff not having enough credits to pay for food, so Sheriff gives him a rubber duck to pay for it. The bartender then tells him “But this doesn’t settle your debt with Brutux.” Then throws the duck into a vault.

When that vault is destroyed, and the bartender goes to Brutux to tell him that, Brutux sends him to the dungeons to be tortured. When Joe questions him about his decision he says, “I’m the biggest smuggler on this cheek. I can’t let anyone make a fool of me.”

So my guy is REALLY important in this world, and he knows it too. So why tf did he drop everything to join a ragtag team of people trying to make the impossible happen??

Honestly I headcannon that he’s actually still part of the gang, he’s still leading it while also being part of La Résistance.

It would be interesting to have seen a concept like this explored in the show, and to see Brutux reach out to his gang for help every now and then. Or for the others to question his true intentions, because everyone in this world likely knows of Brutux at the very least.

I also think he stuck around because of Dr. White. Cause that’s like his idol, and hanging out with him has probably been Brutux’s dream since he started reading.

When Brutux was a kid we know he was in a gang, I think his parents were also in a gang and that’s how he got affiliated with them in the first place. His parents probably died at some point and left him on his own, so he joined a ragtag kid gang. Then we know he created his own gang sometime after that when he fell in love with books. He kept growing that gang until the Big Fart, and then modified it to center more around finding artifacts than books. He gradually gained influence over the post-apocalyptic world, and that leaves us to the present day.

Now ima just move on to some basic headcannons that I don’t feel like writing paragraphs about:

- he tall fella (~6’2)

- has had several identity crises (both about his sexuality and his general existence)

- loves using big vocab words just bc he can

- taught himself French, Latin, Italian, and a little Greek

- has French heritage

- Has survived three assassination attempts, one of them left him without an eye.

- Always wanted to open a school, but the apocalypse crushed that dream

- writes in a diary (he starts every page with “dear diary”)

- is a homosexual

- he wears makeup, not a lot but enough

- loves listening to Dr. White talk about his hyperfixations

- might have a crush on Dr. White (he would never admit it)

Overall Brutux is a really interesting character. I just love the concept of him being a gang leader for the soul sake of getting books. I haven’t seen anything like that anywhere else, we usually get “tough guy but softie” or something like that. But Brutux isn’t a softie, he’s a tough guy, he just likes books.

He isn’t judged for it either, except by Sheriff, but I don’t think Sheriff can even read in the first place…

He’s also a theatre kid, and like, I love that. He’s a big guy who loves dancing around a stage essentially playing pretend and that just fits him so well. <3

Unrelated but in the episode “Grandma’s Cookbook” Brutux pretends to be a french girl while shirtless?? And like, Ms. Paper just goes with it?? I mean, ally Ig slay

Ok I think that’s all I got :D

( @spinningbagel I GOTCHU HOMIE TAKE SOME HEADCANNONS!!)

#mutant busters #brutux #brutux mutant busters #he so silly #I love this one too #AH #<3 #ramble time #demonguy rambles

[hoodievixen]

The Voice of God [Steven Grant/Mark Spector x Priestess!OC] Part 1

Summary: Steven and Godeleve thought they finally found some normalcy with each other. Little did they know they would drag each other further into the mysteries ands secrets in their lives. (Godeleve can see and talk to Gods - mainly the Greek kind)

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Fluff, establish relationship, bad use of English slang (maybe), author has forgotten what a normal conversation is after the end of the world, no beta we die like men

A/N: If you’ve seen the posts pertaining to this OC, know that those are sorta sperate from the story. Also this is the fist fic I’m posting on tumblr, so wish me luck.

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 ,Master List

Steven wasn't sure how he got into this situation. Not only was he being brought back into the archives of the museum, somewhere he always wanted to go, but didn't have the ability to. But his hand was being held by the most beautiful woman he's ever known. It was but a few months ago that she accidentally ran into him. Over that time they became friends and were now dating. Steven wanted to be official to be able to call Godeleve his girlfriend, but he was scared he'd be moving too fast.

He glanced over at Godeleve. Her eyes shine in the darkness. His gaze slipped down to her lips, where they were moving as if she was speaking under her breath, but no words came out. Something he's noticed she does a lot.

"You don't need to do this," Steven told her as they passed through the third staff-only door, the first that needed a passcode.

Godeleve pouted and gave him a glare. "But I want to," she told him, already approaching the fourth door. "There is so much stuff back here that is probably never going to be shown. And if anyone is ever going to appreciate them, I know it's going to be you."

There was a small buzz before Godeleve pushed open the door. She held it open for Steven to pass through. He could already see some of the larger artifacts, which were items he never thought he'd see. "Remember, don't touch anything, if you want to see something closer, just tell me and I'll get it," she reminded him as she handed him the PPE of rubber gloves and a mask. One shouldn't get too close to many of the artifacts without such equipment.

With the protection and rules in place, Steven was set free to the Egyptian Artifact archives. Godeleve followed behind him, at a much slower pace than his frantic hopping from place to place. He would start telling her about one artifact before getting distracted and moving to another.

Godeleve just watch him, a smirk on her face, though it was hidden by her mask.

"I don't get it," the figure floating over Godeleve's shoulder commented. "What do you see in him? He's sort of weird..."

Godeleve sighed. While many people would have worshiped these things she could see, but after a whole life with them around, she found them similar to family. Specifically, the annoying kind. "Yeah, he's not like the guys you would go after," Godeleve commented under her breath. It was loud enough for a God to hear though. "I can thank you for that, can't I Aphrodite?"

With her power of being able to see God and other entities comes another power. The downside of it. God can abandon memories onto her. Never are they good ones. So many assaults and rapes and fears of immortals were dumped into her head. No one could blame her for being frightened of the average man, even if she was just stereotyping them out of fear. With a too harsh glare and a stern voice, she'd never want to be around them again.

But Steven wasn't like that. He was warm and soft.

"I think at least all who were ever female-presenting have abandoned a memory like that on you, it's not just me," the Goddess of love pointed out. "And I've been trying to branch out recently."

"I'm just saying you can't judge me, I've finally found someone I'm not frightened of," Godeleve pointed out, "And that effort is not working well. Maybe actually be loyal to your husband instead of confusing humans by dating your son."

"Dele?" Steven called out to her, seeing how she stopped following him. "Everything alright?"

"Of course," she answered, her smile returning to her voice. "Just seeing you this happy makes me happy."

"But does he do anything for you?" Aphrodite whispered in her ear.

"Come look at this," Steve told her, grabbing into her hand and pulling her into the maze of artifacts.

Godeleve let out a little laugh. "I've seen everything in here," she reminded him. She had been transferred to help the other conservator as they went through the entirety of the Egyptian collection. Godeleve actually worked in the Greek collection.

"How long has it been now?" Aphrodite continued to edge her on "You initiated friendship, asked him out on the first date, and you've been hinting at coming over to his place. Yet what has he done? Accepted your gifts and affection. Anything in return?"

Godeleve just ignored her staring at their connected hands. Aphrodite may be the Goddess of love, but she was ignorant. Steven was shy and timid. He wasn't one for grand gestures. Yes, Godeleve did a lot for him, but that's who she was. Steven was hand holding and loving looks. Quality time, and shared laughs. She didn't need grand gestures or acts of devotion. Godeleve just needed this, him by her side.

He came up to one of the papyri that needed to be resealed. Luckily there had been minimal damage to it from the poor preservation. "This papyrus tells of the creation of the universe," Steven explained, hand hovering over the document.

Steven went on to explain the myth. Of how the good Khepera used magic, or Maat to create the world, and how his eye became the sun. Godeleve just stayed quiet and continued on. She would have felt bad stopping him.

He was almost done before looking up to Godeleve, just seeing her watching him. He's learned how to tell if he's talking about something she knows but doesn't want to interrupt him. She would stand their eyes gently, and with a soft smile on her face. Though her smile was currently covered, her eyes held the look. "Sorry," he apologized, stepping back from the table. "You know all that already."

"I like being refreshed," she assured him, "So many myths in my head, hard to keep them all straight."

Steven wasn't sure what to do when she does that. Her little white lies she tells to make him happy. They did at the beginning, but now that he's figured out her lies, they made him uncomfortable. "You can just tell me to stop, no need to lie," he reminded her, clenching his hands behind his back.

Godeleve softly shook her head. Some of her bangs fell out from being tucked behind her ear. "But I love it when you're talking about something you love," she told him, "You're so passionate when you do."

"After so long, it must be annoying," Steven pointed out.

Godeleve softly laughed, "I've yet to reach that point. But I assure you, once I do, I will let you know. Now, would you like to see the rest of this document?" She was already stepping over to the stack of drawers to retrieve it. She returned with another papyrus sheet. Steven stepped away letting her set it down on the table.

Steven, excited to see the other docent was quick to look over Godeleve's shoulder. He even started reading it to her, explaining the language as he went. What was once a step away, had become practically pushed up agonist her as he was enraptured with the artifact. His face was now hovering near her own and his arms wear leaning on the table, effectively blocking her in.

The two turned their heads to look at one another. Neither moved or flinched away. There they stood, noses just about touching, staring into each other's eyes.  "Do you..." Steven started, his gaze slipped down to where her lips were, but there was the medical mask instead. Steven stepped back, pulling his arms to his chest. "Sorry."

"Those damn masks," Aphrodite complained.

"It's fine," Godeleve was quick to answer, gaze turning to the floor. She bashfully looked at Steven. "But what were you going to ask?"

"I..." Steven tried not to show he was freaking out. "What I wanted to ask was? I wanted to see if you... Wanted to.... go out for dinner. Yeah, dinner. There this falafel place, just a few blocks."

"I..." Godeleve started, not wanting to leave him waiting. "I'd love to, but shouldn't you go home to sleep? Hasn't it been hard for you recently?"

"I would go a hundred nights without sleep if it meant I got to spend one evening with you," Steven boldly commented.

"Alright lover boy," Godeleve laughed. "But please, try to get some sleep tonight."

Steven smiled and nodded. A lie. And both of them knew it.

Godeleve softly shook her head. "If we're getting dinner, we should head out soon, it was already late, to begin with."

Steven looked up at all the artifacts, barely getting to see them all. "If you would prefer we can still stay," Godeleve told him, "I just don't know how much later restaurants would stay open."

He looked back at Godeleve, the most captivating thing in the room. All the artifacts were there and safe, ready to be studied. He need not disturb it any longer. "Let's pop off then," Steven said, slipping his hand around hers.

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It was always strange seeing the different sides to Godeleve. Around Steven, she was sweet and kind. A bit of a worrywart and scatterbrained, but in a good way. With everyone else, she was rather frightening, at least in Steven's opinion. It was like she was flaring down a blade at them. As if they weren't deserving of her time or attention. Always intimidating others and moldy threatening, but never disrespectful. Of course, if they lost her respect. Donna had it weeks ago. And Godeleve could be quite creative with words.

It was when no one was looking that a new side of her would come out. She was quiet, deep in thought. Her gaze filtered back and forth. She would keep her spine straight, and often times her hands would clench. Godeleve would walk with a purpose, even if there was none. It was in her eyes and the expression she tried to hide that gave her away. She was frightened. Her gaze would latch onto the closest person, watching their every movement. Like a stray cat, or guard dog.

Most often she would get like this in public. Steven always feels bad asking her out somewhere because she was clearly uncomfortable. But he wasn't ready to have her over to his place, nor was she ready to have him over. And talking on the phone wasn't the same.

The two of them stood in line next to each other. Steven could hear the faint clicking sound of her nervous habit. Godeleve's nails were grown out, and she'd flick them together. As well as pick and bite at them if the moment occurred. He noticed her gaze glued on an older man standing near the counter.

Steven took a step closer to her and slipped his hand into hers, to get her to stop it with her nails. "Do you know what you want?" he asked her quietly, tho loud enough to hear over the crowd. It was always best to send Godeleve's mind on another quest instead of lingering in its thoughts.

Steven softly laughed at how noticeable her gaze moved to look at the menu. There were only two more groups ahead of them, so it wasn't likely she was going to make a decision in time. We'll even if she had more time it wasn't like she would be able to make a decision. Godeleve's indecisiveness and love of food make restaurants rather hard for her. "Like a living hell," she commented on their first true date.

Quicker than expected the two were standing before the ordering counter. "What can I get ya?" the worker too cheery for working the closing shift answered.

Steven noticed Godeleve tense up as she realized she needed to make a decision at that moment. Her hands went up to grip tightly onto her satchel strap, their normal location. "Can we get a Bataka Pita and  Chika Pita?" Steven said as he had rehearsed in his head.

With the order placed the two waited in the back of the smaller restaurant for their food. "Thanks," Godeleve told him quietly and leaned into his shoulder.

The physical intimacy beyond holding hands still made Steven flustered, tinting his face with a heavy pink. Still, he leaned into her presence. "Of course, Darling."

#moon knight #moon knight oc #steven grant #marc spector #steven grant x oc #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x oc #marc spector x reader #marc spector x oc #fanfiction #moon knight fanfiction #the voice of god series