#the wasp writes

[imsodishy]

The Harringtons have been separated for years but no one knows. They maintain a polite fiction for the sake of their waspy reputations, but they don't actually live together.

Only one of them is ever in town at a time, excepting times and events where they're obligated to appear together. They've got a schedule for who's in Hawkins with Steve, the other one on a 'business trip' or a 'retreat' whenever the subject comes up, Steve's only seldom left completely on his own, when it actually can't be avoided.

It makes it astoundingly easy for Steve to play a little shell game after he moves Billy into the house, and keep them both fuzzy on the details of just how often his 'friend' is around. Because even though one of them is there, they're never really there.

Which gives Billy the unique opportunity to observe just how different Steve is with each of them.

He's endured completely silent meals with Mr. Harrington. Stiff and cold, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. On the rare occasion either of the Harrington men actually have to ask the other a question they largely get a grunt, vaguely affirmative, or disapproving or whatever (mostly disapproving) in reply.

When Mrs. Harrington is around there’s constant light sounding chater where no one's really saying anything, but also they're both somehow being shockingly passive aggressive at all times. Neither of them ever acknowledge that fact.

There's always a butt load of tension, but never any blow-up, and it leaves Billy in a weird limbo state of stress for weeks until he finally breaks and starts a fight with Steve about it (cuz that's his version of talking about it, they both have problems).

Anyway, Steve ultimately realizes he'd become blind to the background radiation of it but he is also extremely stressed living with his parents and they resolve to get their own place ASAP!

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #the harringtons #category 5 wasp steve my repressed baby boy #it's all very foreign to billy #dishy writes #is this a brand new harringtons scheme? i dunno

[quin-ns]

Inevitable (Kang the Conqueror x Reader)

Word count: 1.8K

Summary: you don’t know kang, but he knows you

Tags: antman and the wasp: quantumania spoilers!!, canon divergent, avenger!reader, one-sided affection, soulmates (kinda), denial

Request: anon: “Ohohoho the DRAMA of a Kang fic okok so how about an avenger who’s super powerful, and loves Scott as a friend and is a good person and has a strong moral compass, somehow they end up in the quantum realm with scott and cassie etc…. And when they meet kang it’s like he knows her… he shows her them in the future being lovers etc… it’s almost like they’re soulmates and she is horrified, she thinks he’s good looking but nuu he’s a bad guy…. How will it all turn out o.O”

A/N: loved this prompt- I did deviate a towards the end but still hope it lives up to expectations. kang was fun and interesting to write for. complex villains are the best ngl lol

cross-posted to ao3 • mcu masterlist • writing masterlist

You didn’t blame Cassie for her invention going haywire and pulling you all into the Quantum Realm. Still, it wasn’t exactly ideal.

When you, Scott, Cassie, Hope, Janet, and Hank all got sucked into the Realm, you all got separated. You, Scott, and Cassie ended up together thankfully. You could only hope that the others were all together as well.

The three of you did your best to stay out of trouble. Except that’s exactly what you got into because, well, who knows? Avengers seem to have bad luck. If you were superstitious you’d say that you and Scott both being there amplified that.

There was an attack by what you thought was a sun—you all quickly found out it wasn’t—and then some big purple… thing. You were saved, but then next thing you knew, you were being captured by what Cassie called quantum people.

Great.

They separated you and brought you to their weird town. It was a marvelous setting, but you didn’t exactly get to admire it all that much. The people surrounded you and chanted loudly, spiking your anxiety. At first you were scared, especially when they poured red ooze into your mouth. You suddenly could understand them.

The leader, Jentorra, warned you that because you were from above, he would be hunting you. The Conqueror. He didn’t sound like someone you wanted to be captured by.

The attack was sudden. Ships shooting blue lasers descended. Robots, or what you thought were robots, began to go after people. It was a mess. Some of them evacuated, some fought. You, Scott, and Cassie ran. You all knew that you were the targets and you couldn’t get captured. Not before finding the others. You saved as many people as you could along the way.

There was a giant floating metal head—MODOK is what it called itself—that stopped you.

Turns out, it was an old acquaintance of Scott (and sort of Cassie). Darren, they called him, showed his—maybe this was mean, but it was true—hilariously ugly giant face. He took you to a tower and divided the three of you into cells. Scott cracked some joke about how he had been in jail four times—one more than Cassie.

Darren revealed that he worked for the Conqueror, who built him into what he was. As it turned out, the Conqueror built a lot of what you were seeing.

You were pacing around your cell, trying to devise a plan, when the sound of heavy footsteps began to echo through the hall. It caught your attention. You watched as a man in a green and purple suit approached Scott. His face was veiled in blue and his eyes shone with the same color.

He walked right up to Scott’s cell and they began to conversate. You were diagonal to Scott and next to Cassie. You weren’t sure if the man even saw you.

You heard Scott tell him he was an Avenger, and the Conqueror casually asked if he’d killed him before. “I’ve killed so many, they start to blur together…” the Conqueror mused.

Scott asked who he was, the Conqueror told him he was the man who had lost time. He began to explain that he had a plan for Scott.

You couldn’t fully hear him, and you decided to speak before you could think to stop yourself. “Hey, if you’re revealing your evil plan, can you clue us all in?”

The Conqueror fell silent. He turned to face you. The moment he laid his eyes on, a chill ran through your spine. The blue mask was gone. You could see him more clearly now. The look on his face… there was recognition in his eyes. Sure, he said he’d killed the Avengers in other universes, but this didn’t seem like that.

“Oh, you…” the Conqueror said, seemingly surprised. Pleasantly surprised. “MODOK said there was one he never met. I didn’t know it was you. I should’ve, though.”

The fact that he was handsome threw you. You were expecting someone… scarier looking? Or more alien. Although you supposed not every villain you dealt with after Thanos would be like him.

“Am I that much of a surprise?” you asked, raising your brows.

“A bit,” he admitted. “You look so… well, like you.” The Conqueror approached your cell, Scott forgotten.

“Okay, what does that even mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he sighed out. There was a longing in his eyes that seemed so out of place given everything you knew about the man. “It’s good to see you.”

“I don’t know you,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Oh, but you do,” he replied smoothly.

The barrier on your cell dissipated suddenly. The Conqueror extended his hand out to you, passing easily through the barrier that had once been.

“If you would come with me, Y/N.”

You hated the way he said your name. There was an unearned sense of familiarity. Despite the allure in his tone and the gesture of his hand, you ignored it. The Conqueror let out a sigh. He turned on his heel and began walking away. Slowly. Waiting for you to follow him like he knew you would.

You looked to Scott’s cell. His eyes found yours. He didn’t speak, but he was trying to warn you silently.

That was Scott, always looking out for you. But if you had a chance to negotiate, maybe get you all home unhurt. You had to try, right?

You stepped out of the cell. The Conqueror hadn’t gone out of sight. The moment he heard your movement, he halted his own. You didn’t know the man, but you could see the victorious smile he wore before he even turned to face you.

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” he said knowingly. You began walking towards him cautiously. “I have something to show you, dear. I think you’ll find it quite enlightening.”

You stopped next to him, jaw clenched. “Who are you?” you questioned. “I want a name.”

“Kang,” he revealed. “You can call me Kang.”

You nodded. Okay, that was something. You waited for him to lead the way, and he did. He didn’t offer his hand again, he realized you had no intention of making contact with him.

You looked over your shoulder one last time. You couldn’t see Cassie from the angle you were at, but you gave Scott an assuring look. The one he returned didn’t quite match your confidence.

“I have to say, I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” Kang revealed once the two of you were alone.

“Yeah, because this is what I had on my schedule today,” you replied sarcastically.

Kang let out a laugh. It was short, but genuine. It was an odd sound to hear from someone who’d sent an army to take out civilians. That reminded you that you in fact should be scared of him.

You arrived in what appeared to be the center of Kang's tower—or whatever the hell he wanted to call it. It didn’t matter what it was, it was where he had been leading you.

“What’s on your mind?” the Conqueror asked, looking your way. You were put off by sincere curiosity.

“Okay, what is going on?” You couldn’t keep it in any longer. “Why did you bring me here? Huh? Why just me?”

“Nice to know some things never change,” Kang said, mind distant for a moment. Then, his gaze refocused on yours. “You always were a curious one.”

“Stop talking like you know me!” you snapped.

Kang remained eerily calm. “But I do. That’s what I wanted to show you.”

Without further word, Kang turned his attention to—well, you weren’t sure what it was. Your best guess was something similar to a projector. He did something, you couldn’t tell what, but suddenly beams of light shot out of it.

In front of you was a projected image of… you? You weren’t alone, though. At your side was the Conqueror himself. His arm was around your waist and your head was resting against his shoulder. You were both dressed formally. You couldn’t tell where the two of you were or what you were looking at, though.

The way the projection displayed, you were staring into your own eyes. It was unnerving to say the least.

“I liked this universe,” Kang spoke up. You nearly jumped, suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was at your side in reality as well. “We had a lovely wedding.”

Your head snapped to him, unable to believe his words. Kang looked at you and let out a content sigh. “We’re married in a lot of universes. And even in the ones where we aren’t, we’re bonded.”

“You must’ve forced me.” It was the only explanation you could think of. “You say you’ve killed the Avengers—I’d never abandon my friends to love someone who’d do that.”

“There was no force.” He sounded briefly offended before regaining composure. “As for the ‘why’?” Kang allowed a small smirk to cross his face. “I won’t spoil the ending, dear, but I’ve seen it. I’ve seen every ending.”

“Why are you showing me this?” you asked.

“Because, I need your help. Well, you and your friend. Scott, right?” he finally recalled. “I need to get out of here,” Kang explained.

“I saw what you did to those people,” you argued. “Why would I help you?”

“My future directly impacts yours,” he explained simply. “If I get out of here, you could come with me.”

You let out a mocking laugh at that. “No way. I already told you, I’d never be with someone who has done the things you’ve done.”

He looked offended. Hurt, even? But it wasn’t like you lied. There was even a flash of anger but he regained composure.

Kang stepped close to you and you stepped back. Behind him, the holographic image changed. You and Kang. Then it changed again, then again. Picking up speed. You were watching as your future in hundreds of different universes played out. Different paths, different lives, but they all ended up the same way. With Kang.

He was proving a point.

“You and I are inevitable, Y/N. In every universe where we exist,” the Conqueror revealed calmly—calculating—and continued to approach you.

You shook your head. “No,” you stated firmly.

Kang tilted his head slightly, eyeing you curiously. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

It was right in front of your eyes and yet you refused to accept it. “I know it’s not true.”

“You don’t know anything,” he dismissed passively. Like he just knew he was right and didn’t see the need to genuinely argue. “Not yet, at least.”

It wasn’t until Kang’s hand rose to your face, his gloved hand brushing your cheek, that you’d realized you had fallen still in front of him.

“But you will see,” he revealed in a way that you could only label as ominous. “You always do.”

#quin-ns writing #request #kang the conqueror x reader #kang x reader #kang #kang the conqueror #quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania #kang the conqueror fic #jonathan majors #marvel #mcu

[zoe-oneesama]

So what are your thoughts (and salt) on your research re-watch on Queen Wasp?

This episode is annoying because it tries to play both sides - it is very much NOT a redemption arc episode but at the same time tries to make you feel sorry for Chloe after she fucks shit up, which has tricked some into believing this actually WAS part of Chloe's redemption arc.

As @hypexion laid out in a full essay, there never was a Chloe redemption arc because Chloe never thought she did anything wrong and never thought she had to change. In "Queen Wasp", she refuses to return the Miraculous on the grounds "finders keepers, losers weepers", deliberately causes a crisis in order to try and FAIL to save the day just to show off, and when confronted with her deeds only has this to say:

See, I didn't pull Scarlet Lady's complete disregard for human life out of my ass, it was canon all along! 😈

"Who cares"?! "Who CARES"?! Putting aside that "WE" did not save them, Ladybug and Chat Noir saved them from YOU, I'm pretty sure the people's who's LIVES you endangered "cares"!

Thing is, if you just watch this episode and put the entire idea of "redemption" or "hero Chloe" out of your mind, this is 3/4ths of a good episode. Pretty fun, actually, with Chloe just...being Chloe. And getting to hit Chloe in the face with a trash can ❤️.

So what's with all the audience emotional manipulation at the end?

Why is Chat Noir making soft face and using soft voice at Chloe at the end, commiserating that she STOLE a Miraculous (because once she decided not to return it when asked, yes, that's theft at that point), crashed a train, and ran away from the consequences just to ImPrEsS hEr MoThEr? Guess that makes it alright then, right Adrien? 🙃

(If it was just meant to be an Adrien Character Moment, they would've had Ladybug counter him by point out that her motivation doesn't make what she did okay, but instead they have Ladybug ALSO commiserate with Chloe)

As a character beat, I get that Adrien is channeling his daddy issues through Chloe's mommy issues, but I mean for the audience: why are they having Ladybug admit to "making mistakes" and Chat Noir comfort Chloe when SHE MESSED UP THIS BADLY except to manipulate the viewer into feeling sorry for her?! Her mother didn't ASK her to do any of those things, she did them all on her own, so why are the heroes giving her a pass, ie. why are the writers wanting the audience to give Chloe a pass???

No pass! She sucked! And she deserved her classmates ripping on her in "Malediktator", but then the story had the balls to try and make the audience feel bad for Chloe for that too!

Speaking of that, it's really weird that they ended "Queen Wasp" with Ladybug being so soft on Chloe at the end, only for Marinette to turn around at the beginning of "Malediktator" and go back to being really annoyed with her. Especially after she went out of her way to reconcile things between Chloe and Audrey.

Even the way they did it - equating Ladybug accidentally dropping the Miraculous in the middle of the battle and then relying on the Miraculous Cure to return the Miraculous to Fu, (something she'd have no reason to believe shouldn't happen), to Chloe deliberately causing a disaster in order to fail to impress her mom and refusing to return the Miraculous that she Was Not Given? Those are not the same! An honest error that Ladybug fully intended to rectify vs. Chloe disregarding other's safety and the right and wrong of keeping something that never belonged to her are not on equal footing.

Oh and then there's this gem:

Giving back an item that never belonged to you to the rightful owner isn't "exceptional", it's basic human decency. Good Lord Chloe is not "exceptional" for finally adhering to the code of conduct the rest of us learned in Kindergarden.

All this pushing the viewer to feel some type of way and it's all for nothing. Feeling sorry for Chloe just leads Ladybug to giving her another chance in "Malediktator", giving Chloe entitlement to the Bee Miraculous, facing the issues of the enemy knowing her identity in "Miraculer", having to flat out retract Chloe's access to the Bee Miraculous which Chloe responds to with a full on tantrum in "Miracle Queen", leading to Fu giving Guardianship over to Ladybug.

Woooow, real glad we were told over and over again by the narrative to go easy on Chloe, sHe JuSt NeEdS a GoOd InFluEnCe and a SeCoNd ChAnce. That sure ended well for everyone.

Also this is just me being a nitpicky asshole, but if Chloe didn't out herself right in front of everyone (ie. GABRIEL), the Hawkmoth era of the series would've been over. After Style Queen failed, Gabriel had completely given up since his "Masterpiece" failed. If Chloe hadn't revealed herself, Gabriel wouldn't have been inspired to akumatize a Miraculous Holder and might've gone into retirement long enough to return the Miraculous in secret or reveal Emilie to the public in search of other methods before he could've been "inspired" by something else.

The villain defeated by lack of motivation, lmao.

(Also also obviously this could've been doubly avoided by Ladybug not losing the Bee Miraculous or taking the Bee Miraculous out in the first place, but we could've had Anti-Hero Bee Chloe with an actual secret identity paired with a new antagonist to go into a new era of Miraculous, so I would've considered that a win)

MY main gripe with the three Chloe centric episodes "Style Queen", "Queen Wasp", and "Malediktator" is all the pointless, blatant audience manipulation. They went so far out their way to make the audience side with Chloe against Ladybug and feel bad for her only to turn around and call us stupid for doing so. I want my time back and I never even believed in the Redemption Arc. I can't imagine how much worse it was for someone who actually believed what they were selling.

And obviously it was terrible for the thing that brought Chloe and Audrey together is how they're horrible people who torment the working class, but maybe we should've taken that as a sign as to where this was going. Way to immediately resolve Chloe's mommy issues as soon as they were brought up.

Wait...is that why they made the problem in "Malediktator" Chloe's usefulness?

#damn these episodes and their buzzwords! #'exceptional' 'useless' #try 'menace to society' and defend that! #queen wasp salt #chloe salt #writing salt #adrien salt #just a pinch just a sprinkle #my opinion #just to save myself I am writing Audrey with like 5% of a heart

[vaguely-concerned]

I have always been fascinated by the scene in Harrow the Ninth where all of God’s lies are finally revealed, so here is a post of appreciation for the last part of the book and also trying to pick apart some of what Muir is doing on a writing level, because I want to steal all of it for my own to gain even a tenth of her power lol

- “What? No tongue in your head, you—you mutant, you mistake, you great big calf-eyed fuck-up?!”

mercymorn is the funniest person to ever live probably dfhasjkfas (moira quirk’s delivery of this in the audiobook is out of this world, please experience it for yourself one day.) the metatextual layer that she’s essentially saying this to locked tomb jesus, and that she would 100% still be saying it if she knew just how much she’s talking to locked tomb jesus, because that is the very essence of who mercy is as a person... fucking immaculate

- God said, “Summarize, please. You both do tend to go overboard on the foreplay.”

no actually John Gaius is the funniest person who’s ever lived (and died and lived again etc.). in the middle of his ancient lies finally being exposed and all his death empire and personal life about to come crashing down around him as he gets exploded, he still takes a moment to be completely, comprehensively, needlessly, astoundingly and utterly petty. inspirational, in a way. if you commit the profane act of resurrection you, too, could spend ten thousand years working on becoming your very worst self 

(also a definite indication that God is terrible in the sack, what the fuck)

also, Mercy throws John’s own ‘You’re trying to start a fight with me to get out of the fight I’m trying to have with you, which is a painfully domestic tactic’ from the beginning of the book back in his face here at the end, which shows that even so, John is merely a novitiate in pettiness, she will brook no comparison <3 I love her so much

- Upon seeing God getting exploded, Pyrrha straight up stands there with her cigarette until it burns down to ashes in her hand fhsdkjfhas. god this poor woman she’s been dying for a cigarette all that time and she’s too shocked by everything going on to even get to smoke it!!!

can you imagine what a mindfuck all of this is for her, though. she’s been doing the same thing as Gideon has this whole book from the back of her necromancer’s head for ten thousand years, she lost her necromancer like half an hour ago, max, and is figuring out being in the driver’s seat of his body (his corpse??? technically???) alone for the first time, she just mercy killed her ex, she found out that at least she and her necromancer didn’t kill both their lover and their child twenty years ago (and also it wasn’t their baby, it was baby jesus in a space pod, phew, that makes it... better? no, no not really huh), she finally got a cigarette... and then her siblings in death empire seemingly upend the entire natural order she’s known as long as she’s had consciousness. 

“It was complicated.” she’s saying what we’re all thinking. if she simply wants to settle down on a farm somewhere and live a quiet life, no fucking wonder!

A lot more thoughts behind the cut Because Of Who I Am As A Person

- There was silence in that room. The air had cooled somewhat, but it was still hot and sticky, and it smelled like everyone’s sweat. It smelled like hot perfume and cigarettes and fear.

ever since the first time I read that part I’ve been astounded by how perfectly this captures the feeling of being young and ignored and witnessing adults Feeling deep, tangled things at each other that you don’t understand yet but can sense the outlines of as it settles over you too. ‘hot perfume and cigarettes and fear’. that feeling of peering at adulthood through the keyhole and only half-understanding what you see and that you’re terrified. between that and the way John can literally freeze people in place with a glance until he decides to let them go... it’s the weather front of emotional violence settling in a room, atmospheric and suffocating, as much in the pressure while nothing’s really happening as when the lightning strikes finally hit. hell, Gideon has been through all kinds of abuse in the Ninth House, emotional as well as physical, but this particular form of tension seems to be new to her and to (rightfully) freak her the fuck out. fuckkkkk Tamsyn Muir is just SO GOOD at this -- it’s the perfect set of sensory details to pull forward to get that effect.

(and of course the station is cooling, come to think of it, the Resurrection Beast and the Heralds have begun to flee! Didn’t catch that the first few times around lol)

- Augustine said blankly, “Mercy. Don’t do this.”

“You never loved him as much as I did,” she said, without taking her eyes from John*. “This is the moment. This is the chance for unlovable Mercymorn -- critical Mercymorn -- to show she is the most capable of her name. Every time you have said I did not understand the human heart, that I was unfeeling, that I only knew worship without adoration... Watch me, Augustine: I am the second saint to serve the King Undying. I will teach you a lesson in forgiveness.”

“You don’t even know the meaning of the word,” said Augustine.

John later says he ‘adored them all’, mirroring Mercymorn’s use of ‘adoration’ here. Also I think that she is showing her love, in a very Mercymorn sort of way... just not for John. It’s love for Cristabel, even after all this time, that means she can’t actually forgive John for making her die needlessly. John always assumes people's love for him trumps all other loves in the end, and it just came back to bite him big time. Plus, another case of Augustine knowing Mercymorn much better than John does; he is completely right, she does not intend to forgive anyone for anything lol (and honestly fair enough at that point). 

(God asks Mercymorn what he has to do to earn her forgiveness, in his usual uselessly self-flagellating way)

Thick tears pooled in those bloody, stormy eyes. Augustine looked at her, and then he quite abruptly pressed his back to the wall and slid down until he was sitting, a posture of absolute defeat.

as I talked about in another post, the precise way Augustine catches on to what’s about to happen is actually foreshadowed in his and Mercy’s very first fight!

*interesting that this is one of the very rare times the actual narrative voice -- so Gideon’s POV in this case -- actually calls him ‘John’. It may be the only time? I haven’t been paying attention specifically to this, but it stood out to me really clearly this go around. it emphasises brilliantly the sense that John before Mercymorn in that moment is very much a person. the narrative does a great job at subtly shifting those around, how much he's a real human vs. concept to the people around him at any given point

John also says he will love ‘you three’ forever, which I’m presuming is the three original saints? well, I think that may be a record speedrun from him lying to it being revealed he was lying; instead of a myriad it took like five minutes this time

-Mercy turned around to Augustine. She was not weeping now.

“It is finished,” she said.

(Insert Gideon having an oh-so-valid little breakdown about her own speedrun back into orphanhood :’) I’m so sorry Griddle, if it helps it won’t last...?)

- The saint of Patience stood up and crossed to her. She reached forward and took big clawed fistfuls of his shirt.

“I wanted it to be me,” she said, in this weird, unearthly calm. “I didn’t want it to be you. I didn’t want it to be you, Augustine, after all. The sin needed to be mine.”

“It’s ours,” he said unsteadily.

(They take in the probable devastation that’s happening to the Houses right now; Mercy consistently calls them ‘our people’, which I find strangely moving despite everything)

“We don’t know how long it takes to undo the Resurrection. Millions of people. All those millions of our people. No. I had to do it. I’m not very nice, Augustine, and I was never very good.”

(Later he says: “As you chose to stain your hands so mine could be clean, you’re going to have to put up with the fact that you picked the wrong man to enter a suicide pact with. I hate ‘em.”) honestly I am still incoherent over WHATEVER THE FUCK their relationship is. they do hate each other, but she didn’t want it to be him. she did it, so it wouldn’t have to be him, and to him that is ‘absolute defeat’. like there are so many sibling feelings in my heart over that, when you want so desperately and futilely to shield someone even though it has by all accounts already stained you both indelibly and equally. Mercy has been the scapegoat child among the lyctor 'siblings' for so long so y'know, 'I was never very good anyway, I can take this for you', and Augustine is The Eldest Brother who they seemed to agree on beforehand would be the one to do it... but she did it, for both of them, and he couldn't stop her. the mirror of that in the way Gideon and Harrow wants the other to live, to be whole, even at their own expense, even though they 'hate each other' I have. space shrimp emotions.

- it seems like the population of all the Houses doesn’t reach the billions! interesting factoid, I guess it makes sense the Death Planets aren’t that hospitable to human life or expansion long term lol  

- Gideon likens the look on Augustine’s face to that she found on Jeannemary after Cytherea murdered her. There’s some very deliberate language and framing going on in this part of the scene to compare Mercy and Augustine -- The original immortal evil space vamipires slash war criminals lmao -- as two scared children clinging to each other. Ianthe too, actually:

Ianthe was staring into space, looking like a child, for all her height. Little. Bemused.

Tamsyn Muir is such a good fucking writer. The expert subtextuality in this scene of God as the Father (and the dad joke amen), bitches!!!! Lord and Emperor and God and Dad (and sort of Spouse, for Mercy and Augustine), all in one. And when (it looks like) he dies, despite all his unforgivable crimes both personal and y’know against humanity, they are all still reduced to frightened orphans.

- “You have a job, Joy. If you kill yourself now, you’ll leave everything remarkably untidy. And that’s not like you, is it.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGH remember “Cristabel always said I was tidy”?????? he wasn’t even there for that, so he just knows! he knows that is the exact button to press to make her stay alive!!!!! I am going to throw myself off a cliff!

- “We’re going to go round up the ships, everyone who’s left. Sue for peace, as best we can, get the Edenites on side. And then we’ll find a place to fulfill the old promise. Somewhere out there exists a home not paid for with blood. It won’t be for us, but it will be for those who have been spared. Babies always get born, houses always get built. And flowers will die on necromancy’s grave.”

Her throat was working. “Augustine...”

The lyctor took her silently in his arms. They held each other like children who’d had a nightmare, and had woken in a fright. Just as silently, they detached. 

She said in a low voice: “He was right. There can be no forgiveness.“

“Then let us not seek out forgiveness, but forgetfulness,” he said. “Bury me next to you in that unmarked grave, Joy. We knew that was the only hope we ever had, that we would live to see it through, and pray for our own cessation. Oh, we’ll still hate each other, my dear; we’ve hated each other too long and too passionately to stop. But my bones will rest easy next to your bones.”

kill me. strike me down. this whole part has haunted me from the very first moment I read it and it won’t let me go, I think it did something irreversible to my brain. who let augustine say the most beautiful things while being one of the worst people. it’s so unfair.

And if you think about it… there’s probably no way he could have stopped her, if she really wanted to kill herself right then and there. She could have just triumphantly dropped dead and left him to deal with everything in the aftermath alone, with a message telling him where to find the instructions for her hilarious 24 minute funeral. But she doesn’t. She wants to go out with him, because they have a deal. *sobbing hysterically* all they wanted was two unmarked graves side by side and they couldn’t even get that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- God taking Mercy’s robes immediately upon killing her and ‘coyly pulling it closed’ as he puts it on is such.......... Peak John-ness. objectively hilarious, objectively horrific.

also he says he ‘never likes cleaning house all at once’, which makes for some...... deeply troubling implications around the gradual dying off of the other lyctors, doesn’t it???? um what the fuck, actually?????????

- the scariest thing about John to me is that I think he really means it, when he says he wishes Harrow was his daughter. I think he genuinely feels that, and does not see all the nightmarish shit he does to her as antithetical to it in any real meaningful way. literally having her attempted murder staged over and over and over again, ‘for her own good’, and I believe his affection is still as real as anything he can feel anymore. he is so terrifyingly, insidiously good at reframing the world around parts of himself in such a way that he’s always ultimately justified. he could have sat down with harrow and helped her figure out what was going on with her, even as one scientist to another, never mind everything he should be doing if he intends to be her teacher or her father figure! he’s GOD! even apart from being god, he’s the ur-necromancer! if he took her and her condition seriously for five fucking minutes and actually sat down with her, he probably could have helped her figure it out and relieve at least part of her suffering!! (and thank god he didn’t, I guess, but in principle at the very least)

and like... why on earth doesn’t he? is he just that emotionally lazy and feckless? if he thought getting G1deon to kill her over and over would be more ‘expedient’, then surely that is belied pretty quickly when it doesn’t fucking work. it’s an evil way to go about it in the first place, but even aside from that it’s uh... scientifically indefensible to repeat an experiment that’s clearly not giving results? is he afraid that if he digs too much in Harrow’s Situation (being a 200 soul Frankenstein’s monster and all, I’m so sorry Harrow), people will be able to follow the threads of that back to what he did and how his powers work?

(I will say that this is one of the best portrayals I’ve ever seen of an ineffectual and covertly harmful adult in relation to a mentally ill teenager. It’s almost scary how true to life it feels at times. If you don’t catch yourself you could find yourself defending him like ‘well, what was he supposed to do, how was he supposed to know, how could he have done anything differently, it’s not his fault’, like he isn’t, again, GOD, and also a grown fucking man positioning himself in the role of her father)

- I have said it so many times before, but Augustine asking John to ask him if he forgives him just so he gets to finally tell him ‘no’... fucking amazing.

Augustine murmured: “You said there was no forgiveness.”

“I pardon him, as God shall pardon me.” so smug in his lonely references no one else can get! I hate him! I love him. I wonder if John was religious before the Resurrection or just like... chronically went to Catholic school, if you see what I mean fhaskfa. Now there’s a fascinating mindfuck that’s relevant only to him, he has a conception of ‘God’ no one else in the Houses could have, because they only know what he set up for them. (which I think is also the narrative point being made with the memes in this series, btw, maybe I'll write out my thoughts on it properly at some point)

this I have also observed before, but the last thing Augustine does before turning down John’s ‘forgiveness’ is looking around a room of dead siblings, with the eyes of a dead sibling, and with Mercy’s heart still splattered all over him. Alfred was the first person to die for John’s lie about lyctorhood (narrowly, since it’s implied Augustine and Mercymorn became lyctors pretty close together. well this is true mostly symbolically, I think all the fucked up shit they did to Teacher & co had already happened by that point lol), and Mercy is the last, and Augustine stands there marked by them both and doesn’t forgive it.

- I wonder if Pyrrha actually has any kind of loyalty left for John or if this is just Strategy and playing out the role of Saint of Duty. (Ianthe is 100% only self-serving strategy, which, you know, at least she’s honest about it haha) I’m assuming it’s mostly Strategy. Also interesting that she seems to be trying to avoid him finding out it’s her and not G1deon, while she might be about to tell Augustine before God poofs back onto the stage?

- It feels so good to have Gideon looking with clear eyes at how everyone’s been treating Harrow and affirm that ‘that is fucked up, go to hell’. Like it’s so good just to have Gideon back in general that it gets lost a bit in the cloud of euphoria for me, but having her validation and care in relation to all Harrow’s been struggling with and that it wasn’t all in her mind? She’s had like fifteen life changing revelations the last twenty minutes and her sense of justice and compassion still breaks through it all. I know we all love Gideon very much but I truly love Gideon so very much help

- But it was the girl’s face that sent Harrow’s neurons in a thalergetic spin

+ bonus ‘I don’t know what the people who think Harrow and Gideon’s vibe is primarily sisterly are on, and whatever it is I don’t want it’ lmao, the entire description of Gideon in the coffee shop AU is so deeply unmistakably sweetly horny. Romantic and sexual attraction is only one set of brushstrokes making up the beautiful yet inconceivably fucked up painting that is their relationship, but I think it’s kind of willfully obtuse to say it isn’t there at all or isn’t also important. Harrow didn’t make TWO dream bubble AUs with explicitly romantic elements for you to overlook her bone gremlin horniness like this   

There may be a lot of punctuation and orthography weirdness in this post; this is all transcribed from the audiobook version as best I could figure, I don’t have the books in text format! Only a few days left to go before Nona the Ninth, you guys, I don't know about you but I'm about ready to vibrate right out of my skin

#the locked tomb #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb meta #mercymorn the first #augustine the first #john gaius #pyrrha dve #gideon nav #griddlehark #I've been wanting to write down some of this for ages and finally The Time Has Come #my brain is currently a wasp net on fire being run over by a truck but I hope some of this is readable anyway lol

[copper-wasp]

Warm Offer - Cidolfus Telamon/Fem Reader

⮚ (there's no way y'all didn't see this coming)

✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warning Tags: None, but I did choose a random name for Cid's lady to avoid using y/n ✦ Words: 2465

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Cid groaned as he slowly made his way back inside the Hideaway, many hours past when he should’ve arrived, the night nearly dark as pitch. He knew everyone had gone to sleep already - well, nearly everyone, seeing a familiar figure as he headed towards the solar. 

Wylla was at the mess, a lone candle lighting the page of the book she was reading as she nursed a mug of something in one hand.

“You’re up late,” Cid said by way of greeting, walking over to join her.

“Can’t sleep,” she explained, taking a drink from her cup. “What’s your excuse?”

“Unplanned…detour-“ he began, but noticed her nose start to wrinkle as she sniffed the air, leaning forward in her chair. She covered her mouth with her hand when she realized the awful smell was coming from him .

“Ungh, Cid, you stink like a bog!” she said with a laugh, trying to fan the air away from her with her unoccupied hand. “Did your detour take you through a sewer?”

“Is it really that bad?” he asked, trying to smell himself, the awkward heat of embarrassment flooding his skin.

“Yes! Please go take a bath before the whole hideaway starts to reek of it.”

“Care to join me, Wyl?” he offered with a smirk, knowing she’d roll her eyes in response. He couldn’t help but tease, she was always so receptive, usually having a prepared quip of her own to fire back at him. He tried to ignore the tug of attraction to her that pulled from behind his navel, but it didn’t always work.

“A kind offer but, no thank you, Cid. You’ll just trick me into washing your back for you.”

“Ah, you’ve found me out,” he replied, pulling out one of his cigars to light on the walk back to the solar. He didn’t miss the wistful little smirk on her lips, nor the way her eyes traced down his body, but he kept it to himself. “G’night, Wyl,” he called with a wave, hearing her bid him goodnight in return.

Cid rarely filled the bath all the way, but thought he’d make an exception this time, piling his clothing as far away from him as he could, deciding to deal with any lingering scent in the morning.

He sank into the water, the heat soothing his sore muscles, eyes closing to focus on the heat. He chuckled to himself as he replayed his exchange with Wylla, hoping that she’d manage to get some sleep, regardless if she needed a cask of wine to do so. It was nice seeing her out of her leathers, wearing a soft white nightdress and robe with her feet bare, her normally tightly braided hair gathered in a loose knot at the base of her neck. The two of them were the hideaway’s insomniacs, often meeting in the wee hours of the morning to commiserate about their bodies’ refusal to rest.

Cid heard the door unlatch, his eyes springing open to find the woman haunting his thoughts gently closing it behind her. She turned to face him, and Cid was very aware of how clear the bath water was, trying to quickly cover himself with one hand.

“Wylla? Why..? W-what…are you doing here?” He rarely stumbled over his words, but never in a thousand years did he think she’d actually play into his teasing.

“Joining you in the bath,” she replied nonchalantly, setting the candle she’d brought from the mess down before shrugging her robe from her shoulders to pool on the floor. Cid didn’t reply, he could only stare at her as she walked slowly towards him, trying to moisten his bottom lip with a suddenly very dry tongue. “Unless that was not a serious offer you made to me just now?” 

“It’s serious if you…want it to be,” he said, watching her intently as she re-tied her hair on top of her head to keep it from getting wet.

“I think I do want it to be serious,” she said, barely above a whisper, the promise in her voice hardening his cock.

“H-hurry in then, ‘fore the water gets cold.” His eyes greedily roved over her body, waiting for her nightdress to come off to reveal herself to him.

“Turn around,” she said, twirling her finger at him. He gave her a look, but she only grinned at him, daring him to challenge her. “Turn around so I may take my clothes off, Cid.” With a mighty groan, he did as he was told, shaking his head as he turned his back to her. 

“Bloody tease,” he mumbled, hearing her tut in reply. He focused entirely on the sound of shuffling fabric, having a better time imagining what she might look like than he thought he would. He knew she had a puckered scar above her left hip, he’d been with her when she’d been slashed by the soldier’s blade, but everything else about her was an intriguing surprise. He felt her move into his orbit, her palms soft and warm when she placed them on his shoulders.

“Scoot forward, go on,” Wylla encouraged, giving him a light push.

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to wash your back for you,” she replied, squeezing his shoulders.

“Come on Wyl, you know that wasn’t serious,” Cid sighed, but he couldn’t stop a pleasured groan from slipping out as she dug her thumbs in with just a bit more pressure. 

“Scoot, Cid,” she said once more, and he complied, her tender touch welcome on his tired body. He felt the water ripple when she climbed into the basin behind him, her legs moving on either side of him and her chest against his back. She pressed a kiss to the base of his neck as he placed his hands on her calves, caressing as far down as he could reach without needing to move away from her soft lips. He felt her shift, grabbing the soap from the edge of the tub and dunking it beneath the surface. 

A silent moment passed before Cid felt her hands glide across his skin, the light scent of lavender in the air. He sighed, removing the weight of the world from his shoulders for just a little while. Wylla began to hum, nothing he recognized but beautiful all the same, and soon his eyes shut, allowing her to continue with her delicate work. 

She thoroughly washed his back and shoulders, and he let her guide him to lean back against her so she could run her soapy hands across his chest as well. She kissed his neck, feeling his pulse beat heavy against her lips as she trailed her hands down to his abdomen, feeling raised scars and peaks of muscle, an interesting sculpture for her fingers to trace.

“Wyl?” he murmured, almost completely under her spell.

“Yes, Cid?” she replied, pausing her ministrations. 

“…You are far too good to me,” he admitted, not being able to remember the last time he’d felt this cared for; usually it was him doing the caring, but he couldn’t deny how damned good it felt to be on the receiving end. All the little things she did for him came to the forefront of his mind, insignificant at the time but all signs of her generosity and concern.

“Don’t I know it,” she quipped with another kiss to his jaw. He turned his head to look at her, finding her looking unsurprisingly smug.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he replied, covering her hands with his where they rested on his chest.

“The great Cidolfus Telamon paid me a compliment, of course I’m going to let it go to my head. I’ll make sure Gav never hears the end of it, how I’m your new favorite and how you’ll start sending me on all the good missions-”

“Get over here, you,” Cid interrupted, exasperated. He adjusted their positions until she straddled his lap, and not an insignificant amount of water was on the floor. He tried to come up with another remark, but the look on her face robbed him of speech. She reached a hand up to caress his cheek, a smile playing on her lips. She looked happy, and not just the forced mask that she normally wore, the smile reached her eyes and the chuckle that came afterward was sweet as a bell. Perhaps just for the slightest moment she’d forgotten about the torture she’d endured at the hands of her masters; forgotten the nearly worse pain of removing that damned brand from her cheek.

Cid grasped her chin, his lips meeting hers in a soft kiss. She melted against him, her eyes closing to fully enjoy it, her hands moving to either side of his neck. He was gentle, yet insistent, one hand sliding around her waist to the dip of her spine, flattening his palm there to draw her nearer. She sighed against his lips, feeling him there between her legs, stiff as he tried not to rut against her.

He moved his mouth to her neck, drawing every tiny noise she held within her to the surface, his palms rounding over her arse while his teeth nipped at her skin.

She whispered his name, maneuvering his face back up to meet hers for a kiss hotter than the bath. She grasped his wrist, dunking his hand beneath the water to rest between her legs. 

“The cheek on you,” Cid teased, gently tracing her slit.

“Oh, you think your constant teasing had nothing to do with this?” 

“Of course it did,” Cid chuckled, circling her entrance. “Took you long enough to realize it.” He slid his thick middle finger inside her, her head falling forward to rest on his shoulder. He waited patiently for her to adjust to the intrusion, adding a second when she began to rock her hips, his thumb rubbing her sensitive nub in tandem.

Her breathing quickened, on the precipice embarrassingly fast, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She was so close, but she didn’t want this here, no, she needed to feel him, feel his weight atop her. 

“Cid, w-wait-“ she stuttered, finding his eyes. He stopped moving his hand, beginning to withdraw at her request.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, just-“ she paused, searching the room for where he slept. “Would you…take me to bed?” He gave her a gentle nod, kissing her again before standing so abruptly that even more water splashed to the floor.

Cid helped her out of the bath, pulling her into an embrace as they stumbled to his bed, a trail of water in their wake. Helping her onto her back, Cid guided his hand back between her legs, watching her expression change as he slid inside her once again, two to the hilt. His lips wrapped around her nipple, and he felt her fingers weave into his hair, a quick scratch at his scalp making him groan. He fucked her open on his hand, so warm and wet she was that his cock was leaking in anticipation.

“Please, Cid-“ she begged, spreading her legs wide enough to accommodate him. 

“Aye… patience , love,” he replied with a sweet kiss, spreading her slick over his length. Cid hooked one hand beneath her thigh, guiding her leg over his hip and supporting it as he pressed himself inside her. 

She moaned softly, her chest heaving to try to quell her increasing heartbeat, her eyes foggy with lust; the most beautiful thing he’d seen in many moons. He caressed her cheek, letting her wrap her arms around him to keep him close when he began to move, ramping up in intensity when she dug her heel into his lower back.

They were being far too loud, the solar filling with the sounds of their coupling, but they didn’t care, feeling relaxed and cared for and loved after so many years without. Cid kissed and nipped at her neck, one of her hands fiercely trying to find his; he chuckled, grasping it and weaving his fingers with hers.

“Oh, Cid- I… I’m… fuck ,” she cursed, biting her lip. He grinned, mumbling filthy things in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and biting hard, a moan of absolute pleasure erupting from her throat. Wylla dug her fingernails into his shoulders in reply, her body stilling for just a moment before he felt her clench around him, choking on her cry. He slowed his pace, taking a moment to lightly trail a line of kisses up her jaw.

He didn’t want to pull out of her, but her cunt was about to make the choice for him, so he withdrew, but not before holding out as long as he could. He fell to his side facing her, wrapping his hand around his cock, nearly upon his own climax.

“Let me,” Wylla offered, still catching her breath. Her hand slid down his abdomen, fingers taking the place of his around his girth. He wasn’t expecting her to be quite this willing, and the surprise of it had him cursing. It was her turn to lavish him with attention, turning to face him so she could lick his lips, coming in for a kiss before he felt her teeth nip him gently. She moaned his name, laying it on thick to usher him over the peak, the groan he made something she burned into her memory to revisit.

“Fuck me, Wyl,” he said, thrusting into her hand until he finished on her stomach, her fingers insistently stroking him until he was fully spent. 

The both of them gratefully fucked, they locked eyes, grins spreading across their lips. Cid leaned in to kiss her forehead, softly stroking her hair before rolling to the edge of the bed. 

“Hold on, I’ll clean you up,” he said, gesturing with his head towards her abdomen. She turned onto her back again, Cid returning quickly with a cloth that he used to wipe her stomach clean. He fell back onto the bed with her, drawing her in for a deep kiss, her palms resting on his chest. 

“Well,” Cid began, “Not how I was expecting my night to end, considering how it began.”

“If only we had done this sooner,” Wylla replied, tracing circles on his bicep. 

“No, the timing was…perfect, Wyl,” he assured with a caress down her side. “Think you’ll be able to get some sleep now?”

“Oh, yes, I’m going to sleep like a baby.” Her eyelids were already heavy, Cid’s warm chest a perfect place to lay her head.

“Don’t feel like you need to go back to yours,” he teased, Wylla already snuggled up tightly to his side, one arm draped over his stomach. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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#ffxvi #ffxvi fanfic #cidolfus telamon x reader #cid #cidolfus telamon #no spoilers #copper wasp writes

[galactic-cumslut]

gimme brains

my rick obsession has become a monster i fear…so enjoy this piece of a fic i started but can’t finish

the usual rick warning, wasp!rick, monster fucking, idk anything about wasps so here ya go

“h-how is going to fit”?

he cackled. “that should be the last of your worries sweetie”. his monster sized cock was positioned before your entrance and he was getting impatient. “you’re going to make it fucking fit so don’t go bein a baby about it”.

six legs caged you in preventing your escape. it was too late now for you to turn back.

you could hear his giant wings start to buzz with excitement as he shoved the leaking tip of his dick inside you, earning a pathetic cry from your quivering form.

“holy shit you’re tight” he groaned- not even the full tip of his massive length had entered you and yet you felt the most full you’ve ever been. maybe being a wasp wasn’t as bad as he originally thought. “i’m going to ruin this pussy”.

you wanted to answer-give him a rude remark of some sort. submission is usually forced with you not given - but seeing the bulge of his dick in your lower stomach was enough to leave you speechless.

rick didn’t hesitate to push his cock deeper inside your gummy walls. the sensation was driving him into a frenzy. “fuck fuck fuck”. he groaned through clenched teeth. “you’re the perfect toy”

#this is so short #idk how to keep going #like #it’s been rewritten like four times #being a writer is hard #HAHA JK #i don’t do real writing #i respect all the actual authors #y’all are awesome #rick and morty #rick sanchez #rick sanchez smut #wasp rick #wasp rick x reader #wasp rick smut #rick sanchez x reader #esha writes

[todaysbug]

February 3rd, 2024

Sirex Woodwasp (Sirex noctilio)

Distribution: Native to temperate parts of the Palearctic realm, from northwestern Africa to the Russian far-east. Introduced to North and South America, South Africa, Australia and New Zealand, where it is invasive.

Habitat: Typically inhabits wooded areas, especially where there are many pine trees.

Diet: Larvae feed off fungal tissue up to the second instar, then feed on wood interspersed with fungal mycelium; they only feed on the species Amylostereum areolatum. Adults feed on the xylem of pine trees.

Description: The sirex woodwasp has a mutualistic symbiotic relationship with A. areolatum, a pathogenic crust fungus. When the female is ready to lay her eggs, she drills holes through the wood of pine trees, all the way to the xylem, and deposits eggs, A. areolatum spores and a phytotoxin. The mycelium of the fungus creates an ideal environment for the egg to hatch, and inversely, the phytotoxins secreted by the female, along with the holes she creates, weakens the tree and allows the fungus to more easily infect it.

While the sirex woodwasp is considered a pest because of its adverse effects on pine tree plantations, its presence has also brought positive contributions to the medical field. A probe imitating the structure of a female woodwasp's ovipositor is in development, that would facilitate certain medical treatments such as surgeries, biopsies and medicine injections, as well as making it easier to access tumours or place devices inside the body.

Images by Brett Hurley (female) and Andrew Green (male).

#fun fact: wasps are my favourite bugs to write about :) #today's bug #biology #bugs #ecology #entomology #nature #wildlife #wasps #hymenoptera

[ivyblossom]

Another of my favourite Monty Python bits: novel-writing as a spectator sport. With commentators.

"It looks like Tess of the d'Ubervilles all over again."

#Monty Python #Novel Writing #welcome to Wasp Club #Youtube

[jtl-fics]

"New Kings" this week?

WIP Wednesday Game 8/9/23 (Closed) | New Kings AU

Kevin comes to with a start.

He hisses in pain and finds that his hand hurts the way it only did in his nightmares anymore. Pain is fine. Pain means he's alive. Alive means he can recover. Recovery means that he can play Exy again.

"Kevin, are you okay?" he hears his dad ask and feels a warm familiar hand on his shoulder.

"Hand." he grits out.

"I know, it's going to be okay." His dad promises him and Wymack had never-

Kevin's eyes open and his gaze shoots up to see Coach David Wymack, his father, standing to his full height looking two decades younger than he had in his hospital bed.

"Is everyone okay?" Wymack calls out to the bus, hand still on Kevin's shoulder to steady him.

There may have been answers but Kevin couldn't hear them. Every ounce of his attention is on his living and breathing father.

"Dad?" he asks and watches as Wymack stiffens.

#New Kings AU #AFTG #AFTG AU #David Wymack #Coach Wymack #Kevin Day #Andreil #New Kings - Waking Up - Part 01 #WIP Wednesday Ask Game #WIP Wednesday Catch-up #I'm writing this to distract myself from the fact that there is a wasp in my apartment #and I am terrified of wasps #but I have lost sight of the enemy #1/15

[scatterpatter]

I cannot get enough of these fucking guys

#my art #doodles #maccadam #tfa #traditional doodles #i love doodling on planes bc its THE best natural lighting i swears #custody battle au #tfa starscream #tfa bumblebee #jettwins #tfa jetfire #tfa jettwins #tfa jetstorm #i am incredibly normal about this found family of fliers (Give Bee Wings 2023) #i also have so many queer hcs about them because theres nothing cishet abt them i said so #i just. love them. theyre fam. starscream has adopted all of thems. #i was gonna add megatron but i didnt have a good pic of him on my phone to reference so RIP #also mot pictured: wasp; the kids' weird ass cringe cousin #i wanna write for thems but like. i cant get to the good shit right away cuz its the familial equiv of a slow burn :(

[iknowwhereyousnoozeatnight]

if ur still doing requests pls rem if not das all g

she’s chrysanthemum-coded to me <3

close-ups ig

#ask #death note #rem #very messy i apologize #was extra messy here because i was playing with a new brush and by that i mean a default brush that i've never touched before #i actually quite like it very fun i typically like brushes that are 100% or close to 100% opaque but this was fun i like how it layered #i think i'm gonna finalize my idea and perhaps render something fully for once because i feel up to it if flowers are involved #but i promise nothing #drew these left to right btw. there were also like 2 more but they were small and i gave up on them so wjatever #i like the last one the best i think i needed a bit to figure out how i wanted the petals to lay and i like that one the best #the silhouette feels good i like the shape the back i did start trying smth asymmetrical but rem is very symmetrical and i find the symmetr #paired with the wings feels very regal and powerful and almost cape-like as a silhouette which i am a fan of #if i did finish something i might add misa in which case i need to think of what flower she most resembles roses are too easy i need smth #else but i will decide that later bc i am writing this very late at night and now i'm gonna queue it up for tomorrow bc i am going somewher #so goodbye goodnight good day idk what time it is for you. so #WAIT I SHOULD DO RYUK TOO WAIT WAIT soon. soon. he will be a bug yes yessss wait wait if he's a bug i want misa to be butterfly themed #like maybe a beetle of some kind? no no no wasp? ant? i'll think abt it #light would prob be some sort of poisonous plant? idk if u have thoughts idk tell me i'm getting into this bc i'm deprived of springtime at #and it is making me silly :3 teehee anyway i will Think about this and get back to it soon enough #gooddbye bye bye sayonara you weeaboo shits idk. bye

[mantisgodsart]

so very small Worm (Wildbow), Bug Fables Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Skitter | Weaver | Taylor Hebert, Post-GM, Transmigration, Spiders, Bugs & Insects, Canon-Typical Violence

Taylor Hebert wakes up in the middle of a grassy field with an aching head, a massive blank in her memory, and approximately four more limbs than she remembers having. Approximately, of course, because one of her original four limbs appeared to be gone, and she wasn't sure how to qualify an entire abdomen suddenly spawning off of her backside. Something ingrained deeply into her skull told her she should be blaming someone, but she couldn't quite remember who.

Author's Note: Bugtober, Day 19 - Mimic. We think that Taylor would be a mimic spider if we swapped her over to BF. We have no major justification for this, but we are open to suggestions if anyone has a better idea, seeing as it's been nearly three years (we think) since we've read Worm and there are likely people on this website who are not operating on three years of character drift.

#our art #bug fables #worm #parahumans #taylor hebert #watercolor #bugtober #finished #what canon is the violence typical for? good question. #losing access to swarm tactics doesnt defang taylor but it Does mean she would have to put in more effort for gore #this is not a real fic and will not be a real fic at any point in the forseeable future btw #in order for us to write a fic we have to have read the source media within at least six months of writing #and we have been procrastinating on rereading worm #this is just a vague idea that came about from discussing what bugs the undersiders would be #generally we agreed she would be a social insect of some description but this is more Fun for the setting #she is a perfectly normal ant. who is normal. and standard. #we have previously drawn taylor approximately Never and we have not figured out mimic spider anatomy with their weirdass two segments #ehh. her disguise is perfectly passable. ants will not bat an eye at her because she smells right and ant eyesight sucks ass #for those wondering on other placements rachel is a weevil lisa is an orchid mantis brian is a ladybug and alec is a parasitoid wasp #we also decided that squealer would be a bombadier beetle. we feel no desire to clarify this decision. take it as you will #we will now fail to post anything even vaguely worm related for approximately five trillion more years

[staghunters]

It's starting to look like something! I doubt I can fulfill the promise for an end of the month test release of chapter 1 (life has been busy), but yall can have this preview of the inventory page for now!

#wasps v wolves #i got all the character portraits done #now it's down to writing and making other image inserts

[corpsecoded]

have been very obsessed with parasites and parasitism lately.. it loves you it’s killing you it’s a sickness tearing you apart from within that you can’t get out.. the great devourer

#also. parasitic wasps <3 #writing on the wall #creator and creature

[thirdeyeblue]

Today’s edition of “I have an unhealthy relationship with Ten’s brainy specs”, featuring my favorite companion- his tongue 

(And also Donna Noble)

S04E07 - The Unicorn and the Wasp

#brOTP #DoctorDonna #ten in glasses #can't wait for these two to return #the unicorn and the wasp #Tenth Doctor #Donna Noble #David Tennant's Tongue #David Tennant's hair #doctor who #dwgifs #DWEdit #David Tennant #david ten-inch #russell t davies #brainy specs #catherine tate #I'm literally supposed to be writing smut right now #what am I doing

[copper-wasp]

Distractions - Cidolfus Telamon/Fem Reader

✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warning Tags: Light Dom/Sub (including choking and hair-pulling) ✦ Words: 1918

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It felt like Cid had been gone for weeks, though in reality it had been just two days, and he was due back just after sunset today. Wylla had been pent up from the moment he left, barely able to concentrate on her duties at the Hideaway. Her thoughts kept slipping to how his hands felt on her body, soft and strong at the same time, losing focus so much that she didn’t even realize Tarja was calling her name and wondering why she had been sweeping the same corner of the infirmary for the past ten minutes.

“Forgive me,” she said with a wilting smile, “I am horribly distracted today.”

“Quite all right, I know you’re happy that Cid will be back soon,” Tarja replied knowingly, having provided certain droughts to her a few times previously.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t let my… personal feelings affect my duties,” she continued, “Imagine how he’d rip into me if he found out I’ve been daydreaming since he left….”

“I imagine he’ll be ripping into you regardless,” Tarja mumbled, making Wylla bark out a laugh. 

“Listen to you with the witty retort, I must be rubbing off on you,” she teased, glad that she didn’t have to speak properly around her.

“I imagine Cid will also be rubbing-“

“Stop that!” she replied with a laugh, fully abandoning the broom to take her flushed face elsewhere, hearing the healer laughing in her wake.

Wylla made herself scarce until she heard some of the others welcoming Cid back to the Hideaway. She met him near the bottom of the stairs, caressing her hand down his arm to get his attention. 

“Ah, there you are,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Did you miss me?”

“A little,” Wylla replied, looking him over. 

“Only a little?” he replied with mock hurt, covering his heart with his hand.

She brushed some dirt off his coat, using that as an excuse to drop her hand lower to caress between his legs, hoping that would telegraph just how much she had missed him.

“Just the tiniest bit,” she said, pressing her lips to his. Cid chuckled, tugging her into an embrace so he could slide his leg between hers.

“Come up to the solar with me?” he offered, his trousers getting tighter by the moment. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Wylla teased, stepping away from him to start up the stairs. Cid waited a moment, watching her arse in her tight leathers as she ascended before following, ready to rip them off of her.

He had already started unbuckling his sword belt before the solar door closed behind him, propping them up against the wall before she met him for a fiery kiss, both of them wound up from being apart. His gloves came off next, tossed to the ground as well, his hand moving to the side of her neck, her skin warm and soft. His other hand grabbed at her rear while she unbuckled the clasps on his coat. He shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, her hands already tugging his undershirt out of his waistband. 

Cid grasped her chin, her hands pausing in their task when he swiped his thumb across her bottom lip with a torturous slowness. He foolishly thought he was in control until he felt her tongue against it, a quick warning before she sucked the digit into her mouth, holding his gaze. 

Wylla backed away from him, releasing his thumb with a soft pop, her hands now working at the ties of her blouse. He tried to follow, but she held out her hand, seemingly wishing to give him a striptease. He was already hard, unconsciously adjusting himself to try to relieve some pressure. 

Her shirt and camisole came up over her head, Cid wanting so badly to reach out to touch those gorgeous tits, but he managed to resist, watching her push down her leggings and smalls in one go. She turned to show him her arse, gently shifting her weight to grab his attention. 

“Take off your clothes,” she requested, walking slowly over to his bed. His jacket hit the floor in record time, balancing precariously on one foot to tug off each boot. He paused briefly when she crawled onto the mattress, damn near presenting her cunt to him before she moved onto her back, beckoning him over. Quickly removing his remaining garments, he strode purposefully over to her, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss.

“Touch me, Cid,” she directed, reaching down to stroke his forearm. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to relieve even the slightest bit of pressure built up between her legs.

“I’ll do one better,” he promised, sliding his hands between her knees to pry them apart. He stuck his shoulders between them before she could clap them shut, his lips beginning a tantalizing trail of sloppy kisses up her inner thigh. 

“Cid, d-don’t!” she frantically whispered, fruitlessly hoping everyone else was gathered as far away from the solar as possible. A show was all but guaranteed when he used his mouth on her, Wylla never able to control herself. He paid her no mind, his breath warm on her sex as he spread her open. He licked her from her entrance to her bud, groaning at just how good she tasted.

“You…you… bastard -oh, fuck, ” she mumbled, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to muffle a loud moan. He hummed against her, his tongue tracing her cunt, looking up to catch her gaze, half-lidded but entirely focused on him. 

“As if you weren’t thinking about me doing this to you all day,” he teased, glad when she groaned annoyedly in reply. He propped her legs up on his forearms for a better angle, sliding his tongue inside her, only to spread her slick up to her swollen, sensitive bead. He sucked and licked at her, wringing noise after delicious noise out of her until he felt her fingers weave harshly into his hair and tug, her body quivering with her climax. She had managed to muffle the loudest of her moans, but a series of additional ones still echoed to the rafters.

“Tell me, Wyl, do you like seeing my head between your legs?” Cid asked between gentle licks to lap up all of her delicious slick, seeing a smirk creep across her lips. 

“Yes, Cid…very much,” she replied, focusing on slow, steady breaths, her body feeling light and warm, skin tingling just a little. Wylla felt his weight above her, but she placed her hands on his chest to begin pushing him away. Since he’d been so kind as to bring her to climax with his mouth, she thought she’d do the work for him.

“On your back, please,” she requested, Cid not giving any resistance, her fingertips painting arabesques down his chest. Her lips followed, painting a trail of kisses over his skin. She straddled him, rolling her hips just a bit so his cock would rub against her belly.

“I was thinking about you today,” she admitted, leaning down to kiss his lips. “And yesterday. And the day before. You are quite distracting.”

“Do tell, love,” Cid said, tilting his head to allow her easier access to his neck. 

“All I could think about were those warm lips and strong arms of yours,” she continued, laying it on thick, feeling him start to squirm beneath her. “The scratch of your beard and that sweet smell of smoke that just clings to your skin.” She nipped at him, just below his ear, feeling him shiver. “Imagining your hands on me, always knowing exactly where to touch.”

“Mhm…what else?” he asked, eyes closing, his cock weeping and ready to be buried within her warmth.

“Your cock’s not bad either,” Wylla whispered, trying not to giggle.

“Ah, fuck, Wylla,” Cid moaned, ready to be annoyed until he heard her erupt in laughter, her lips meeting his again in apology. She licked into his mouth, feeling him give her a light slap on her cheek before he grasped a handful of that supple skin. She lifted her hips, Cid’s hands helpfully keeping her steady while sinking down onto that not-bad-at-all cock, her cunt so wet and welcoming. 

“Oh, Cid,” she sighed, sitting up straight to grind her hips down on him, her palms planted firmly on his chest. He had planned to help her, guide her hips with his hands, but he was completely mesmerized, only able to watch as she took her pleasure and gave him his, biting her lip with her eyes squeezed shut. 

Cid felt his own eyes start to roll back when she clenched around him, her thighs tight against his sides. He fumbled for her hand, drawing it to his mouth to kiss her palm, her deep, pointed rutting bringing him to the brink far faster than he anticipated. “Mmph… Wyl- ” he mumbled against her hand, nearly about to climax. She was relentless, daring him to pull out with her thighs a vice around his hips. Cid cursed, unable to hold back any longer, spending himself deep inside her. “Fuck… fuck, Wylla…. ”

She ignored his protests, her fingers sliding down her belly to inch herself over, sucking in a heaving breath as she crested. She looked down at him with a look of utter amusement, Cid’s own mouth curving into a grin before he grasped her hips to quickly maneuver her onto her back.

“You,” he began, sucking a bruise on her neck, “You… made me finish inside you.”  He nipped at her skin, shallowly thrusting inside her still.. 

“I’ll see Tarja in the morning,” Wylla assured, tugging his head up to kiss him. She felt him grin, his palm caressing down her side.

“Though, on the other hand, it would be entertaining to watch you try to scout with a round belly,” he replied, resting his hand over her navel. 

“Maybe someday, Cid,” she said with a nod and a sweet smile. It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about children with him; he had already proven a loving father to Mid, and Wylla had no doubts that he would be the same with their baby.

“Aye, someday,” he agreed, though the fear of condemning a child to a life of a bearer was never far off. 

He gazed sweetly at her, coming in for a soft kiss to lull her into a false sense of security, thinking that this was all, that she had won. Wrapping one hand around her neck, he pressed his thumb against her pulse, biting at her bottom lip when her lips parted to gasp.

“But for now, I simply have to punish you for that little stunt, ” he replied, thrusting back into her hard before withdrawing completely.

“Punish me? After I made you feel so good? Truly? ” she pondered, a devilish look in her eyes. She yelped in surprise when he wrestled her onto her stomach lightning-fast, the slap of his hand on her arse making her jump. 

He pressed himself against her back, biting at the shell of her ear. “You’ll be begging me to stop.”

“I accept your challenge, Sir,” she haughtily replied, already having an idea of exactly what Cid would try. He wove his fingers into her hair and twisted it enough to lift her shoulders off the bed, an excited moan reaching his ears. He licked a long, wet stripe up her neck, nipping at her jaw. 

“Let’s begin.”

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