#shelby trinity

[stanning-one-wing-fanchu]

Otto: Pick a card, any card

Shelby: Okay

Otto: Wait, no that’s my credit card

Shelby: You said any card

#H.I.V.E. #H.I.V.E #Otto Malpense #Shelby Trinity #Lmao this is sort of like the reverse of the maze scene in op #mod alex

[crimmycram]

When in doubt, grab your blorbos, shove them into colorful bottles

#addendum: do not use a jar for this process DO NOT USE A FUCKING JAR FOR THIS PROCESS #h.i.v.e. #h.i.v.e #otto malpense #wing fanchu #laura brand #shelby trinity #this is fun i should do it more often

[dr-nero-is-god]

#hive polls #poll #shelby trinity

[beebrainedstudios]

Long time no art! School’s been running me through the wringer this semester, but here’s a fun little side project I’ve been working on! The T(H)R(IVE) discord server’s been kind enough to send some numbers and occasionally some characters my way, and I use them to make art of said characters based on songs from my Spotify playlists. I don’t know when exactly it became a lineless limited palette thing too, but it’s given me lots of opportunities to experiment and I’m quite fond of these- I’m currently working on the next set. In order and with some context, we have:

Shelby- Bugbear by Chloe Moriondo (I feel like we don’t talk enough about how tough being the only steady member of the Core Four must be- Shelby probably has a lot of unpleasant emotions to handle alongside keeping her friends supported. Poor girl.)

Wulf and Felipe (Two SOOF- a HIVE fan project- OCs, Wulf’s mine and Felipe belongs to @wing-shot-first!)- Kids Again by Artist vs Poet (I don’t want to spoil too much about Sight of Our Future since it’s @wing-shot-first ‘s story, but in essence these two are a delightfully happy GLOVE couple. Felipe’s an engineer who also helps Wulf- who’s essentially Steve Erwin but GLOVE- with his animals on the side. Gay zoologist husbands <3) Nero (Specifically being as... roguish as possible)- Teeth (Live from the Vault) by 5 Seconds of Summer (What can I say, Nero’s super shippable. I tried to represent every common ship I’ve seen thus far besides Nerodoom- we’ve got lightning for Neroone, a metal claw for Nerostasia, a gun for Nerotor (Nero x Pietor), a knife for Cyphnero, and a smooch from a certain someone. Look, everyone who wants to kill Nero has probably been tempted, and honestly he probably wouldn’t mind. He’s a villain- villains are like that.) Wing and Cypher- Knives, Guns, and Bed by Rare Americans (These two are just so messed up. There’s a lot going on with the pose here- hopefully it’s pretty clear about who’s holding on and who’s trying to get free, alongside the consequences of getting drawn into the crossfire. Also selfishly I just wanted to draw my design for Cypher-in-disguise because it’s just a whole look.) Enjoy! Hopefully I’ll get more of my HIVE art on here soon.

#it is... really obvious which order i did these in. oh well #i was specifically instructed to draw manwh*re Nero and I delivered #also yes I give him fancy glasses. Neros a fancy glasses guy #higher institute of villainous education #h.i.v.e #h.i.v.e. #shelby trinity #Soof #wulf wyld #bees ocs #maximilian nero #dr. nero #neroone #nerostasia #nerotor #cyphnero #hive cypher #cypher #wu zhang #wing fanchu #h.i.v.e. spoilers #Another symbolic thing: Look at Wing's ponytail. Look at how scruffy Cypher's making it #That was a deliberate choice

[wing-shot-first]

Cute fic/headcanon idea: Just Wing and Shelby baking together. That's it. That's the entire post. Thanks for coming my TEDtalk

#hive #h.i.v.e #h.i.v.e. #higher institute of villainous education #wing fanchu #shelby trinity

[iasikaijutopia]

Now this team up....this is something else

#james st patrick #ghost #power starz #omari hardwick #don draper #mad men #jon hamm #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #holy trinity #unholy trinity #the big 3 #crossover

[weirdworldofwinnie]

A Darling Distraction

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Wife Reader NSFW 18+ only Oneshot

(Mood board by Selene Shelby @forgottenpeakywriter, this fic is especially for you, so I hope you enjoy! Thanks for the initial idea and support💕)

Summary: Robert's been married to you for a while and now in Los Alamos, after the last few years of hard work and a 'successful' Trinity Test, he desperately needs something he won't admit: his wife in pink satin lingerie and sexual stress relief.

Word Count: ~3,703

Warnings: Smut, unprotected and oral sex both ways, light daddy kink + breeding kink, some angst, mention of infidelity, period stereotypical gender roles, unspecified age gap (less than 10 years)

Disclaimer: Obviously NOT historically accurate to real life and is inspired by Cillian Murphy's portrayal of Oppenheimer in the film. It isn't supposed to be in total support and a complete reflection of the man's character, only my interpretation. Scroll away and DNI if you are uncomfortable or take issue with this; it is primarily for entertainment purposes only and it is just fantasy/fiction!

This is strictly a one shot story, no more will be added to it. If you want to read other Cillian!Oppenheimer fanfiction, check out my Masterlist

Tags: @happysparklingshadows (@forgottenpeakywriter wanted me to tag you), @frozenhuntress67, @immyowndefender, @szde8-blog, @bypurple, @irenethewoman, @noirrose21-blog, @gridmouse86

It had been less than 24 hours since the denotation of the gadget and Dr. Robert Oppenheimer's eyes had been engulfed in fire; the aftermath of a hot white flash as bright as a hundred suns blowing out his pupils, followed by a colorful mushrooming cloud that was somehow simultaneously beautiful and horrific. Between the hours before and after Trinity, he had thought of Jean and her influential poetry, and you of course, but now the bomb had become him and only that one vision filled his mind, haunting him.

All day he had been at the lab and offices, but mostly at the main mess hall celebrations that flowed with chatter and too many drinks shared amongst the military and scientists alike whom many believed had been witness to a great success, a miracle, but also the worst of humanity had just been born into creation. Oppenheimer had become what he supposed he had been destined to be all along: Prometheus, doomed to bring great power and advancement to humanity at a steep cost. He was the destroyer of worlds, but not technically yet, and that was the worst of it. The early morning test was exactly that; a trial, a preview of what was to manifest, and very soon would the world get to see such power he had helped birth. He desired peace, but the trick was he was only attaining that through warfare like never before. The stress was far from over and he was afraid to become a nervous wreck by the end of the decade with all these dark pervasive thoughts and doubts. Depression was nigh on the back of pressuring anxiety and there was no way anything would ever be the same again. He had changed, the world had changed, seamlessly overnight.

As he clumsily unlocked the front door to his home with slightly shaking fingers and stumbled inside, reaching up to remove his porkpie hat and hang it up on the coatrack, he called out your name hoarsely. After a beat of listening and there was no response, he sighed... Maybe you'd already gone to bed or were tucking in the children, whatever it was he didn't know and didn't care because he was too wrapped up in his own emotions. He felt ecstatic that all the hard work had come to fruition and they cemented history, but he was also at a paradoxical point of great accomplishment and great moral failure; the duality of man. But most importantly: it worked. Now what they would do with it was another matter he couldn't quit thinking about.

He reflexively twitched for a cigarette in his shirt pocket, but he was empty, so he walked to the bedroom single mindedly and fumbled for a box in the side table, yanking out the drawer and shifting through to pick up a pack of Chesterfield's.

"Darling?"

He jumped, spinning around with a huff and hand on his hip to see you standing in the shadows of the entryway and draped in a pink robe snug around your frame and he noticed your feet were bare as if you'd just been dressing.

"Y/N, I thought you were... Are the children in bed?"

"An hour ago, they were fussy and very insistent with missing Daddy, but once I read to them they finally settled down. You've been absent all day because of the test, what made you actually come home?"

He shook his head, finding relief and refuge in taking a long drag on the cigarette and blowing the smoke out, gesturing at you with the butt of it.

"You brought in the sheets like I told you to?"

"Of course, I knew."

"Good."

He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down heavily, rubbing his forehead and you noticed the tiredness he exuded for a man who usually was so attentive with higher energy levels, and how sunken in and sad his wide ocean eyes were. These past few years had taken a tremendous toll on his wellbeing more than ever... His jutting cheekbones and general gauntness were more pronounced with the unhealthy loss of weight and crinkles of wrinkles were all he truly kept gaining in eventual amounts; crow's feet, forehead lines, nasolabial folds, and etches under his eyes. His dark hair, kept meticulously cut short, was greying at the sides. Even his teeth, if inspected closely, were on a fast track to faintly showing signs of aging decay from all the smoking and drinking he did on a daily basis.

Robert was not the picture, nor rarely the temperament, of boyish youth you remembered from Berkeley.

Truthfully, you and him hadn't had proper sex in many months; it just wasn't very desirable or convenient between his never ending work that created distance between him and anyone who wasn't a scientist, the continuing socializing and parties with many other faces in town, and you personally spending days cleaning up and minding after little (often crying) children who did not have a clue of what their parents were doing out in the middle of the New Mexico desert surrounded by barbed wire fencing and uniformed men always patrolling. Life here was anything but boring, but the bedroom sure had become so. More often than not, Robert couldn't sleep soundly while you kept to your designated side of the bed and tried to ignore his tossing and turnings until eventually he doped himself up on sleeping pills to cope. He also hadn't been the same since the news of Jean Tatlock's passing and you highly suspected - no, knew - he had an affair during his trip to California once he had his security clearance approved. Of course it upset you he could be so idiotic and unfaithful, yet it wasn't shocking given his womanizing track record, but what made you more concerned was knowing how psychologically troubled Jean had been and if Robert thought he could offer her some consolation, he may have just made it worse and partly done her in. If he blamed himself for her death, you couldn't imagine carrying around that kind of guilt in addition to what he spent his time creating to end the war.

He stood now, restless, and began to pace an invisible groove into the flooring as he continually smoked and muttered to himself. You drifted away into the bathroom and shut the door, shrugging off your robe to the floor. You were completely nude underneath, coming off of a fresh bath and you had spritzed yourself with the best perfume you owned, hoping to surprise Robert, but something was clearly missing here.

Yes, and you know obviously what it is. It's his happiness, the spontaneousness that he has lost ever since he ran those calculations and went to Albert Einstein about a chain reaction igniting the atmosphere and blowing us all to bits. It was less than 0.1% chance, but it reminded him of the bigger issue... creating such a weapon with the power to destroy oneself was mighty weighty on any half decent man's conscience and even a rotten one's, for he too would be annihilated in the process if ever taken far enough. Everything these days was pure existential dread, no doubt about that, and no wonder Robert wasn't in the mood for love. His heart was being drained of it daily and you wanted to help, to fill him again even if just for once. It was difficult to watch him continually self-destruct and negatively affect those around him.

So you plucked up the ready matching pink folded satin lingerie he'd gifted you for the fifth wedding anniversary off the countertop and slipped into it, banking on the fact that it made you look sexually irresistible... And oh, it certainly did dial the appeal up to ten. You sauntered out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom where Robert was now seated on the bed, nose deep in a book and paperwork, clearly engrossed and a permanent frown was driven into his skin between his sculpted eyebrows.

"I have something for you, love," you announced softly as you leaned in the doorway, letting your body be on full display in such a loose, risqué little number.

"Hmm?" he murmured distractedly, haphazardly fluttering pages.

"Are you even reading any of that?" you asked flatly and he accidentally dropped it to the floor, hands still quivering and he tried to get up, wavering on his feet as you watched him in a strange state of both nerves cracking and drunkenness. You ached to make him better and by golly, tonight you would even if you had to throw yourself at him.

"Robert, don't you want to look at me? I have a surprise on..."

"I should pick this up and go to bed with a pill," he said to only himself, bending over and scooping the paperwork and book into his arms before standing unsteadily and he turned his back, carelessly dumping the materials onto the side table. You quickly strode up behind him and slid an arm around his waist, fingers drumming on his metal belt buckle splashed with a tinge of turquoise design.

He froze as you wound a bare leg around one of his and he reached behind his back, brushing your scantily clad silky bottom, fingers gliding over the fabric and making you moisten.

"The lingerie, you're wearing it," he stated and you couldn't quite tell if he was delighted by this or not.

"So I am, I know it's been a while since you gifted me with it, so tonight I thought I'd finally return the favor after the amount of stress we've been under, especially you."

"You-you're proposing I need... oh no. No, I don't know if I'm, uh, ready-no, I don't know if I-I can, I mean do-handle it-" he stuttered out and you fought a laugh. Oppie the great improviser, the genius, the man always in control of the proverbial cockpit was ironically clearly not thinking all that straight tonight and for once in his life, absolutely tongue-tied. You may not have much power as a housewife (that earned psychology degree had been so far deemed useless once you moved with him and had children) in this godforsaken place, but you had this way of melting your husband to molten lava that no one else was capable of. His mouth utterly agape, you ran your hands around the leather of the belt and snaked another leg around his, squeezing gently into his side as you put your lips close to his ear, murmuring.

"You know that we both need it, so just let me work my magic like a good old fashioned whore..."

He bristled, catching your hand still fondling his belt and pushing away lightly.

"I would never refer to you as that," he said, completely unamused and perhaps with a veil of disgust too that you thought seemed unnecessary.

"What am I, then, just the stoic scientific director's wife who will be at your side when you receive a Nobel for your work in stopping the world from global conflict with explosions and implosions?"

His sharp jaw clenched and in one swift motion, he abruptly fell over sideways onto the bed and you startled, leaning over and gripping at his shoulder, worried.

"Oh, Robert, are you sick? I was just being a bit sarcastic."

He closed his eyes, obviously in some sort of internal turmoil that didn't merit sharing fully.

"No, I just... We don't need to do this, not now, not when I'm having a pretty bad time. I'm fatigued, probably drunk, and I should talk to the General tomorrow about the schedule. I'll be wanting to fly to Washington soon; the President will be expecting a briefing and they need to determine the exact target and then once it's all over we'll need to settle somewhere else and..."

He began to murmur anxiously about all the engagements he was expecting (postwar and not) and you shook your head, pushing down on his chest.

"But don't you want a distraction, a temporary all consuming joy for one night?" you pressed and he finally looked up at you, really gazed at you, and a genuine buttery smile spread across his mouth.

"Come here, my love," he whispered while tugging at the lingerie panty bow unsuccessfully and you clamored onto the bed beside him. He paused, licking his lips, and then spoke too briskly.

"We'll get straight to it and once I finish, it should help me sleep naturally better than those prescriptions."

You sat up, shoving him playfully and scowling.

"That has to be the least sexist statement you've ever said to me in the bedroom. Don't you want a marathon, not a sprint? Enjoy me, Robert. That's what I'm really here for anyhow, your darling distraction."

He took this in, then rolled over on top of you, his hot alcohol and nicotine infused breath on your cheeks as he breathed heavily, and you made a cringing face.

"How many drinks have you had today? You smell of a bar and I'm thinking you should rinse your mouth out before you get the luxury of having me."

"You do, hm? I guess that's a command, Mrs. Oppenheimer," he smirked and sat up, shoving off to the bathroom and you went to go put on a record on the turntable in the living room. The classical music crackled through and you walked back to the bedroom, laying into a seductive position onto the bed, one leg propped up with a bent knee and your arm draped across the headboard.

When he came back, his eyes widened at the sight of you as though it was finally registering and he wet his lips again, unapologetically hungry. He moved to the bed, shrugging his suit jacket off to drop to the floor, taking off his black tie, and mindlessly undoing the buttons on his white shirt. That was quickly discarded as you waited for him to remove his socks and shoes, pretending to be impatient by switching position to cross your legs and checking your manicure.

"Hurry up, Oppie, I have a time limit here."

He shook his head disapprovingly, kicking the shoes under the bed and whipping off his belt, tossing it to the floor with a clunk before wrestling out of his trousers and you stared at his boxer clad skinny frame, the cock not even engaged yet... Looks like he's making you do all the work again. A petulant sigh escaped when you rolled your eyes and he pointed a finger, chastising.

"Patience, my love. Hasn't Daddy taught you anything at this point?"

You bit your lip as he leaned over and his bare chest collided with yours... You pulled him into an antsy kiss, mouths crushing each other needily and he tasted of tobacco and toothpaste, a strange combination, but better than before. You felt the slight sheen of cold water he had splashed on his skin transferring to yours and you gripped his neck, fingers splaying across the back of his head.

His own hands went to fondle your covered breasts and you pulled away from his kiss for a moment.

"You are divinely doll like in this, I love such feminine expression," he murmured in a kind of rapture.

"Shame it has to be stripped of me," you whispered with raised eyebrows.

"It's only garments, what really counts is here..." He suddenly squeezed both your breasts and you let out a spurt of high pitched noise, allowing him to remove the top, shimming it off your body in one motion and tossing it over his shoulder where the strap caught on the bedpost.

He thumbed over one nipple and then transferred to the other, teasing you to rock hard nubs. He moved to your panty, slipping it down and off to expose you, and you kicked it to the end of the bed. Then, in turn, you yanked down his underwear and his cock sprung out into your ready grip. You began to pump on it and getting him to a more erect state, rising up. He groaned lightly and you pulled the oozing tip to your mouth, parting lips and flicking your tongue out to carefully lick a strip along the length before taking head, making him grow stiffer and wetter by the minute. Your mouth popped of his length, swallowing, and he gripped your waist as he focused hard on you over his throbbing member.

"What do you want, my love? Do you want me?" he whispered huskily and you shivered in anticipated arousal.

"Yes, darling, I want you... I need you, you own me and I own you."

"Sounds like a fair arrangement," he breathed before crushing into you and began to rub, purely animalistic, all over your smooth body. His head burrowed down into your freshly shaved pussy just like how you and him liked it clean, licking at your folds and massaging your lower abdomen in a desperate frenzy. You dug nails into his hair, curling, and bucked your hips to meet his appetite when he slowly slithered on top. You groaned as you took him, all of him, and let his penis expand and stretch out your core to the fullest extent, clenching instinctively around the shaft as he thrust repeatedly until you were sent easily right over the edge in freefall.

"Mmm, Robert!" you squealed in ecstasy and he muffled you, hand slapping down over your mouth and shushing insistently.

"Shh, don't need to wake the children now. God knows they'll find Mommy and Daddy intimately together one of these days and be scarred for life at the sight." He chuckled as you whined behind his palm and grooved further at a pace you both knew very well. After years of marriage and sensual exploration, he knew all your sweet spots and sensitivities, when was too much, and yet it was taking all his self control not to completely plow you apart right now. His skin smacked against yours as he ground into you, hands everywhere at once and he peppered wet kisses all along your jaw to nape.

When his warm cum finally jetted into you, flooding in your cervix fully, you were unable to constrain a loud moan and he growled primally, his whole small frame shuddered through his own climax as you gripped his back, using his boney spine as placeholders for your fingers as he rocked further at a steady pace, not going to come out right away.

More orgasms came fast and one after the other, especially as you rolled over and he took his place beneath and you rode his cock in a fervor, letting the peak hit all over again and he watched in a dazed nirvana as you pleasured. When he finally pulled out from your used leaking hole, you could tell how satisfied he was having been able to hopefully successfully seed you and that signature smugness was so evident.

You laid panting at his side as he took up another smoke, struggling to keep his eyelids from closing and drifting off to sleep. You interweaved legs, soaking wet with combined fluids dripping onto the sheets, and he flit a free finger down to your soaked pussy, groping and nearly overstimulating you with another orgasm you didn't think could be as strong as the first. He grinned at the effect and cupped your mound with his palm, dominant of it as he spoke softly.

"Groves pointed out that I have no knowledge of birth control, which is true. By this rate, you'll be having yet another baby in nine months and I can only hope we are far from this current landscape and political climate then, never to return. You know, I'm hoping for another boy this time."

You sighed with a smile, rubbing your belly and his hand joined yours, rubbing circles over your navel.

"You make a wonderful mother," he commented in praise and you laughed lightly, bitterly, and glanced at him.

"I'm not perfect, I can barely hold it together these days when they're hungry, tired, and upset for no reason I can physically see at all... Sometimes I wish to wring their necks quite honestly. And you're very hardly the model father yourself when you are always away and hardly take care of them. I know the work is everything, but they need genuine paternal love more than your science to save them."

He shrugged, nonplussed, and then set his wispy cigarette to the ashtray before leaning his head against yours.

"We are probably horrible people, but I wouldn't have it any another way. To create life with you is more than I could selfishly do alone, for obvious reasons untold."

You laughed again at his dry humor and intertwined your body with his own, wishing you could crawl inside his skin and live in his bone structure. He was absolutely everything to you, even on bad days, and maybe his prestige and stability contributed to that, but there was real love underneath his flaws.

"Whatever you face, I'll be here to try to mitigate it," you whispered seriously and he nodded, appreciative.

"I trust you and I love you, Y/N. It won't get easier for me, for us, and I'm afraid the future may be as horrifying as I imagine it."

"That's why we have sex, to stave off the inevitable for a little while," you told him, tears pushing out and slipping down your cheeks. He caught one with his finger and wiped it clean off, staring at the translucent wet spot at the tip of his fingernail sadly. It wasn't unusual for you to weep after sex, but this felt different.

"Kiss me," he murmured and you leaned forward as he grabbed the back of your head and smooshed in, tongues writhing together for a few seconds before you both pulled away, breathing in the same air together.

"Tonight is good enough for me," he decided and you snuggled into his neck, closing your eyes to succumbing exhaustion.

In an uncertain frightening world full of variables, you vowed to be his one constant for life.

Thanks for reading 🖤

#oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy x reader #j robert oppenheimer x reader #oppenheimer 2023 #robert oppenheimer x y/n #j robert oppenheimer x you #cillian murphy #oppie #oppenheimer film #oppenheimer x y/n #kinktober #oneshot #requested fanfiction #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy smut #cillain murphy #cillian murphy imagine #cillian x reader #cillian x y/n #oppenheimer smut #oppenheimer au #don't like don't read #don't like don't interact #my writing #winnie's writing

[sh3riffs]

I wanna see a triple date with Lizzie and Joel, Katherine and Shelby, & Jimmy and one of his many boyfriends™..

The holy trinity.. The gayest het. couple, queer aroace women, and Jimmy.

#Empiresshipping #Empires #Empires Smp #Esmp Season 2 #Esmp #Jizzie #Nature Wives #Flower Husbands #Fwhimmy #Whatever the fuck we calling Jimmy x Joey #Empires Lizzie #Empires Joel #Empires Katherine #Empires Shelby #Empires Jimmy

[chrysalizzm]

vine boom. wasteland character expression memes

read the series here.

(more on the characters and also quality details under the cut)

so wasteland, the series currently being updated on ao3, focuses pretty much entirely on the dsmp cast, but behind the scenes the cast of this thing is sprawling, including but not limited to empires, hermitcraft, the life series, mcc participants, smpearth, noxcrew, older guard mcyts like jordan n mitch n jerome n seto n deadlox, speedrunners, tiredtwt, outsiders smp, fable smp, redacted smp, and my personal scrungklies, which are team salad, a korean mcyt group that brings me great joy. this is why there r characters on this expression meme chart that u probably do not recognize if u are a) under the age of 18 b) exclusively know dream smp or c) are not a korean speaker. some fun facts abt the wasteland characters, their powers, or the circumstances in which these expressions take place:

ivory was a sidekick for hermit that was chased into villainy following her coming out as trans. as throne, she is now one of jordan's lieutenants in trinity and has assassinated several government officials.

jimmy, alias firebird, is an empire offices hero. he also happens to be allied with the fates under the alias wildfire. i'm sure this is of no import in the story /lie

i cannot imagine in what circumstance punz would ever make that expression. mans is chill as fuck.

i accidentally anime boyed the hell out of fruit, alias floodbloom under chase co. he has a lot of admirers on tumblr and about two thirst accounts on twitter

shelby's (alias wilder) hero uniform is heavily inspired by princess mononoke. she's signed on under empire offices, like jimmy, and can release poisonous spores from her skin.

tommy's doing the nervous lore laugh in that drawing

velvet is doing the anime lady hohoho pose while covered in blood. if he didn't have painful and complicated emotions about velvet turning to villainy, ant would be swooning

dont worry about why illumina is covered in blood it is absolutely not related to the series whatsoever /suspicious. instead consider how illumina (alias anima) is fruit's hero partner under chase co.

shoutout to @pixelperfunctory for this req. thats the most boomer ass lookin expression in the world

a brooding phil (not to be confused with a broody phil, which is c!phil). techno starts to see this expression more and more as they get older.

not to toot my own horn but foolish came out extraordinarily handsome in this drawing. he has some golden scales and they glimmer brighter when he's happy, which eret is very fond of.

grian, who we know as seraphim from wonderland, is remarkably scrungkly. he has three sets of wings and is a talented flier.

wilbur also came out quite beautiful, blood and tears notwithstanding. the next fic scheduled to be published hopefully either by the end of may or early june might shine some light on his expression here

sapnap, like ivory and shelby, would probably tear someone's throat out with his teeth given the opportunity. in the interim he gets thousands of thirst traps made of him by adoring stans.

i imagine that's the kind of AYO?? expression ponk makes whenever sam short-circuits the entire spark co. headquarters

my boy. he's not lookin too good

mapple (villain name kallisti, also known by other villain orgs as she of the heights) my scrungkly. in wasteland he's the leader of villain org team salad which is not at all what it appears to be. that particular drawing is a rare moment where he's being flustered by his very charming queerplatonic partner parkmo.

oh my love. by the time the silver age ends seto has been dead for six years. in life he was one of chase co.'s senior heroes, alias sigil, and he could control the wind. his friends - mitch and jerome, especially, who are the joint heads of chase co. - loved him very much.

#dream smp #dream smp fic #wasteland #hermitcraft #empires smp #mcsr #tiredtwt #팀샐러드 #ivorycello #setosorcerer #chrys draws

[lya-dustin]

The Ewanverse Family Tree

for shits and giggles and A Comedy of Non-Mathematical Errors

a collaboration by @toms-cherry-trees @elizarbell @huramuna

Family tree

9th and 10th century

(the last kingdom)

Osferth + unknown wife

19th century

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett

(World on Fire)                                                                     

Douglas Bennett + Josie Bennett 

-Tom Bennett                                                            

-Lois Bennett 

Vera Chase

(The Halycon)

Margaret ‘Peggy’ Bennett+ Mr. Taylor

William ‘Billy’ Taylor

unknown sister

(Granchester)

Unknown Bennett sibling

-Abraham

20th century

Bennett Family post wwii

Tom Bennett + Diane Shelby (oc)

-Thomas Bennett Jr(oc)

-Elizabeth Bennett (oc)

Bennett Family

1960s

(Saltburn)

Tom Jr + some rich girl he met in Oxford in the 60s (unclear how he became a peer)

Elspeth Catton

Eadmund Bennett (basis GRRM used for Aemond Targaryn)

Micah Bennett

Lizzie + several unnamed men she hooked up with during the 60s and 70s

Billy Washington’s mom, Val Washington(Trigger Point)

Will from Salad Days’ dad

Jack from Fire’s mom

Bennett Family

1980s-1990s

Tom Jr's kids and grandkids

Elspeth + Sir James Catton

-Michael Cherwell Catton

-Felix River Catton

-Venetia Trinity Catton

Eadmund Bennett + Alice Rivers

-Ettore Rivers

Micah Bennett (via sperm donation)

Genyen/Shawn (Doctors)

Lizzie’s grandkids

Lana and Billy Washington (Trigger Point)

Will(Salad Days)

Jack and his brother (Fire)

Daniel from the veggie addicts video

Every single small role Ewan has ever been on

#ewan mitchell #abraham grantchester #aemond targaryen #ettore #elspeth catton #billy washington #billy taylor #the halcyon #trigger point #saltburn #my ocs #salad days #will salad days #genyen #tom bennett #tom bennett x ofc #world on fire bbc

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

plot bunny rachel zegler in glee, sam AND mike ship

anon I'm so glad that you support my love of Rachel Zegler and my underpromoted Sam x Mike agenda but also I feel like I'm cheating on @cecexwrites' Maite who is my most beloved girl pls go check her out and love her asap

Carlotta "Carla" Vasquez

named Carlotta after the Phantom of the Opera character and Vasquez after Maria in West Side Story. She's an aspiring actress and has spent her entire life in dance and voice lessons and doing community theatre.

She and Rachel have known each other forever because of this, and were in countless dance & voice classes together and competitions against each other, and Rachel has been bullying her since they were little kids.

At 13, after Rachel did something to completely humiliate her at a competition (ripped seams out of her costume so it fell apart onstage, also put gum in her hair so she had to cut a lot of it off), Carla had a severe breakdown. She switched to a new dance studio, where she befriended Mike Chang and Brittany pierce, but her parents also moved to Akron to give her a fresh start. Everything was great, she was happy, no one knew about the worst moment of her life. She starts high school, becomes a cheerleader, gets recruited into Vocal Adrenaline by Jesse St James himself, and he and Shelby start preparing her to be the new female lead. She got a solo at nationals. Everything was perfect.

But then, because of something with one of her parents' jobs, they have to move back to Lima. Thankfully no one seems to remember her, except for Rachel Berry, and Carla is able to protect herself by joining the cheerios – the only club in school safe from Rachel Berry. Everything is fine. Thanks to Mike and Brittany, Carla is adopted into the Unholy Trinity and has the combined protection of the cheerios and titans, and she's finally starting to breathe again

Until Sue Sylvester decides that her four stars are going to prove their loyalty (and stay on the cheerios) by spying on the New Directions. Rachel Berry's ego club. And Carla might be a nationally winning show choir star, but Rachel is no more willing to share the spotlight than she was when they were 13

#ask #answered #anon #carla vasquez brice #about carla #plot bunny

[jknerd]

FOP AU OC: Timothea Turner

Full Name: Timothea Trinity Turner

Gender: Female

Occupation(s): Heiress of Turner’s Farm/Ranch, Owner of Foster Home

Residence: Turner’s Manor, Dimmsdale, California

Interests: Hearing her father’s public pronouncements, fairytales, outdoor gatherings

Family: Ebenezer Turner (father), Gerth Turner (mother; deceased), Unknown husband, Pappy Turner (Grandson), Gertrude (graddaughter), Darrick Turner (great grandson), Susannah Turner (great granddaughter-in-law), Timantha “Timmy” Turner (great-great-granddaughter)

Other relationships: Orville Buxaplenty (suitor), Valerian Star (friend, suitor), Charlie McBadbat (friend, suitor), Shelby Dinkleberg (suitor), Hank OxHorn (suitor), Taran V. D’Vil (friend, suitor), Alden Bitterroot (enemy), Dale Dimm (suitor, friend)

Character

Timothea Trinity Turner was a daughter of Ebenezer Turner, one of the founding members of Dimmsdale, bellman and a rich farmer. She is also Timmy’s ancestress. Unlike her occasionally unintelligent father, Timothea is fully aware of her position as rich farmer’s daughter and her beauty, she used her charm into good use; receiving money, jewels, and other valuables to use them on her Foster home for orphans, disabled, and former slaves as well as giving paycheck to her father’s workers. Her portrait has been kept in prime residence of Turner Ranch where Pappy Turner lives. Timothea bears a striking resemblance with her descendant.

Background

Timothea was a little girl when she and her father moved to California. With the dairy and farming business prospering, her father became a rich farmer. When she came of age, her father Ebenezer became one of founding members of Dimmsdale and was given a choice of what occupation he can have. When he chose to be a town crier, Orville Buxaplenty—the youngest member of founders—gained more wealth by becoming a railroad tycoon. She was seen comforting her father who regretted his choice by saying she enjoys his pronouncements, quickly cheering him up. She made official debutante, gaining mass population of suitors in Dimmsdale. Aware of what her charm and beauty can do, she decided to use them well to gain economical support from her suitors to feed the orphans, disabled and former slaves living in her recently built foster home.

It is further revealed that when she was a child, her father hired the Bitterroot family who are family of witch/wizards from Salem, Massachusetts. Their son, Alden—being same age as her—were her only companion and a friend as she knew he was a warlock, but kept a secret to protect their friendship. However, she felt concern witnessing his ambition for social power and his immense hatred for fairies. When she found a magic wand, she decided to use its magic to prosper Dimmsdale but Alden wanted it either destroyed or use it to eradicate all fairies. When he started to accuse god-children as witches, she confronts him with a help of Dale Dimm and had him sealed away as she can’t bear to see him burned alive. She then made a wish that the town doesn’t know about fairies and their existence to keep the fairies safe from Alden’s wrath. According to history, she married a man who came from poor background as he received her family name “Turner” and was known for having a buckteeth.

#FOP #FOP AU #Fairly OddParents #Fairly OddParents AU #FOP OC #Timothea Turner

[killed-by-choice]

“Tracy Roe” 26 (USA ~1979)

An article was published in the American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecology in 1979 detailing multiple cases of sudden collapse and maternal death after legal abortion with the use of Prostaglandin F2A. “Tracy Roe” was one of the women killed with this method. Tracy’s exact year of death was not given in the article, so the year the study was published is used here.

Tracy was 26 years old and perfectly healthy when she underwent a prostaglandin abortion at a teaching hospital. She seemed to be tolerating the first injection of prostaglandin F2A well, so the abortionist injected a second instillation into Tracy’s uterus only five minutes later.

Shortly after the second instillation, Tracy developed head pain, chest pain and difficulty breathing. Five minutes after that, she had a seizure and her heart stopped. She was resuscitated and admitted to the ICU.

Tracy eventually delivered her dead baby but did not improve. During the last weeks of her life, she was in poor condition and was never able to be discharged from the hospital. She died a month after the abortion.

A few others killed by prostaglandin instillation abortion include Shelby Moran, Allegra Roseberry, “Gracie Roe,” “Trinity Roe,” “Pamela Roe,” “Brenda Roe,” “Teresa Roe” and “Gloria Roe.”

Tracy was 26 and healthy before the abortion. There is no reason that she and her baby had to die.

Sudden Collapse and Death of Women Obtaining Abortions Induced with Prostaglandin F2A, American Journal of Obstetrics and Gynecology 2/15/79

https://repository.library.georgetown.edu/handle/10822/783135?show=full

#tw abortion #pro life #unsafe yet legal #victims of roe #unidentified victim #tw murder #tw ab*rtion #abortion #abortion debate #death from legal abortion

[dr-nero-is-god]

This post possibly has no audience outside of myself but I have to tell you guys that Shelby Trinity and Jadzia Dax have SO much in common and they both make me a little bit crazy

#shelby trinity #star trek

[beebrainedstudios]

Cypher Survives AU:

Because let’s be honest, it’d be kinda fun.

(Bloodline spoilers for the last two sections!)

- Wing still shoots Cypher in Rogue, but instead of going for the chest like he did in canon, he shoots his leg, distracting him long enough for the pair to wrestle and for Wing to get the gun away from him. Otto still wakes up possessed by Overlord, but between the two of them they are able to hold him off until Laura gets the neural-blaster-amulet device to work, and Overlord is knocked out of Otto. Everyone regroups in the wreckage, and Raven goes right for Cypher’s throat, but Wing gets in the way and demands everyone leave him alone until he and Wing get the chance to talk. 

Later, Nero discusses killing him with Wing and finds that, while Wing understands why that might be a good idea, he is also deeply upset by the idea of being completely orphaned by G.L.O.V.E. and still working for it, alongside the fact that he would be losing his last connection to his mother. There’s also the fact that Cypher was still technically right that Overlord would have taken possession of Otto anyway. Nero also talks with Cypher and comes to the conclusion that, while largely remorseless for any of his actions, he was only doing it in the interest of protecting Wing and has no specific intent to harm the school besides the man’s self-admitted hatred for Nero. He is strictly focused on Wing’s protection; nothing else. Nero decides that there’s an alternative and forcefully enrolls Cypher into H.I.V.E.’s staff, specifically the Technology Department, which both Wing and Cypher are uncomfortable with but are willing to try.

Chaos ensues.

- Cypher largely works in the cybersecurity area of things at first, specifically in regard to A.I. programming and defense, but he also spends some time as a general technician who’s responsible for helping with repairs. He has a significantly higher level of oversight than anyone else since Nero is worried that Cypher will try to pull some sort of hacker stunt. Over time, however, everyone comes to the conclusion that Cypher has no plans to cause any large scale problems on account of the fact that it would inevitably hurt Wing one way or another, including if he gets himself killed. Cypher is also incredibly nervous around H.I.V.E.mind and is unwilling to interact with him much outside of what’s needed, including trying to mess with his servers.

- Cypher essentially spends some time as a distant and mildly-uncomfortable presence in the school that most of the students are somewhat scared by, and Cypher (who also goes by Wu at this point; he’s let the Mao Fanchu name die out since Wing is still unsure how much he still sees him as a father, which Cypher is trying to respect) is also cool with this since both the students and the staff aggravate him with what he considers to be stupid questions and ideas, and he’d rather be left alone. As far as he’s concerned, it’s very similar to his time working on the Overlord Project, except Nero is breathing harder down his neck about everything and is somehow even more smug. He puts up with it though for Wing’s sake (and also to avoid getting locked back up in his very-boring prison).

- Familiarity eventually breeds a bit more comfort though, and at the Professor’s request since he’s struggling a bit with his own workload, Cypher is allowed to teach a few courses on A.I. programming and robotics to the Technical stream. Cypher does it begrudgingly and- irritated to find that rumors of Nero’s unintentional stream favoritism are true and ever eager to insult Nero’s leadership- immediately demands better funding, deadlines, and general organization for the Technical stream and Technology Department. Though he does it without any particular care for the students/staff at all (he’s neutral to them), his willingness to stand up to Nero for them + his overwhelming tech knowledge earn him some popularity, and he starts to be seen as more of a regular staffer. 

- Meanwhile, Cypher is still trying to work on his relationship with Wing. Wing is extremely upset with him and refuses to forgive him for his actions, which Cypher’s perfectly content with; he’s okay with Wing not seeing him as less of his dad, though he’s honest in maintaining that he still sees Wing as his son. Cypher has also given up on trying to knock Wing off of the supervillain path, instead resolving to make sure that Wing doesn’t end up getting killed on the way. While it takes a long time, the two do open up to each other a bit more and start to relax a bit, as Cypher is trying to make up for hurting people and Wing knows that pretty much everyone else in the school, Nero and Raven especially, have also killed people. 

- Eventually, Wing leaves the island for a mission and gets put in danger once it goes awry. Upon hearing this, Cypher pulls the exact same stunt that he pulled in Rogue. Grab some students, steal a Shroud, go get Wing. Then, it happens again, and Cypher manages to escape once more. He’s incredibly competent, both in terms of getting out of H.I.V.E. and running a one-man-plus-a-few-students rescue mission, and Nero finds to his frustration that Cypher, once out there, usually ends up helping on the missions rather than making them worse, including saving other students in the process of trying to protect Wing. Again, he’s not trying to help them, but the problems are usually mission-wide and rescuing Wing often saves others by proxy. As this keeps happening, Wing even picks up on this and will purposely put others in the way so Cypher has to help them too, weaponizing his father’s protective overdrive to improve the missions’ success. It becomes an expected pattern; Wing’s in trouble, Cypher goes after him, and due the fact Shelby, Otto, or Laura are often eager to do the same, if they aren’t on the same mission Cypher will usually “kidnap” them first and they’ll tag along willingly, as he can at least ensure that they are halfway-competent and will help out if needed. They, in turn, try to keep the casualty numbers and recklessness down, and Nero gradually puts less and less effort into stopping the rescues because it never works, Cypher usually only escapes when the mission goes wrong, and he always comes back with everyone else. 

- Cypher also forms a budding friendship with Professor Pike, as both of them are intellectuals who enjoy technology and are unafraid to call others out on their foolishness. Pike enjoys having someone who takes him seriously despite his age and eccentricity, and Cypher likes having someone he can talk to that can keep up with him and doesn’t treat him like he’s completely insane. Outside of Wing, the Professor is the only one who gets a genuine apology from Cypher on account of getting choked unconscious, which Pike agrees was terrible but he also admits to being slightly happy to have been included in a bit of the action for once, though he still wished he hadn’t been knocked out so rudely.

- H.I.V.E.mind takes a little longer for him to warm up to, but the AI is quickly able to pick up on Cypher’s discomfort with him, and he does his best to give Cypher outlets for his fear and slowly acclimate him to Big Blue so that he can do his job better. Through said process, a lot of other psychological trauma gets rooted out (PTSD over the Overlord Incident, especially paranoia, nightmares, etc.) and addressed, which makes Cypher a lot healthier and helps in getting him to thaw out towards the rest of H.I.V.E.

- Pretty much the rest of the AU is just canon. The series events still happen, but things are slightly easier for the H.I.V.E. crew most of the time since Cypher is there to- usually- help out. He’s combat-proficient, technologically skilled, way less timid about morals and consequences (sometimes helpful, sometimes not), and immune to the Sinistre Voice, so he’s an extremely useful ally to have around, and while he still complains relentlessly about helping Nero, he eventually gets to the point where he develops a bit of a protective streak for the school itself too; it’s the home of his son and his son’s friends, and if taking down threats to H.I.V.E. is what it takes to keep Wing happy and keep his own life then he’ll happily demolish anything that stands in the way of the school. H.I.V.E.mind would probably end up surviving in this AU too; Cypher has some sort of secret backed-up seed copy of him stored away somewhere- when asked why, he just explains that he never wants to help make a new AI in his life, so it seemed more convenient to have a backup H.I.V.E.mind in case they needed an AI for a new school.

- Post-Bloodline, Cypher would continue to work at the new school as before, helping Pike get H.I.V.E.mind back up and running and streamlining the new Technology Department. He’d probably also start a production line for a few of his robots to help with construction since they’re waterproof and can work far more efficiently than humans in the sea trench. At some point, Nero- at H.I.V.E.mind and the Professor’s insistence- would officially recognize Cypher as a full teacher at H.I.V.E. and suggest getting a new villain name to start over with; I’m not entirely set on what I think that would be, but it would probably be something like Golem or Automaton, since those imply the ability to function on one’s own which the definition of Cipher (an insignificant person who does other’s bidding- a nobody or zero if you will; it’s got more layers than just code stuff apparently) does not. Regardless of the name, Cypher’s basically the “combat-oriented” Technical head; he gets a dramatic new outfit and is usually escorted by some of his assassin droids, which he can use alongside his students’ creations in the school’s defense to great effect. 

So yeah, that’s what I’ve got so far! I just thought it’d be neat if one of H.I.V.E.’s best and most emotionally complex antagonists was given the chance for a longer arc. Enjoy!

#look i had at least four different concepts for an AU like this when i was younger #if anyone was gonna get some sort of 'not-redemption-but-sort-of' arc #it should have been cypher #just saying #h.i.v.e. #h.i.v.e #higher institute of villainous education #mark walden #cypher #wu zhang #mao fanchu #h.i.v.e cypher #dr. nero #maximilian nero #wing fanchu #H.I.V.E.mind #professor pike #otto malpense #shelby trinity #laura brand #h.i.v.e raven #hive au #cypher survives au #the overlord protocol #rogue #bloodline spoilers

[wing-shot-first]

Hive cats hive cats! This was a big project I've been working on and I still have more characters to do, but I figured I'd go ahead and post the Core Four + Nero and Raven. Next is Franz and Nigel then some antagonists!

#h.i.v.e. #h.i.v.e #higher institute of villainous education #hive #otto malpense #wing fanchu #laura brand #shelby trinity #maximilian nero #raven #cooper draws