#verse: post retirement

[us-smash-archive]

X @musemilitia​

 “Something on your mind young midoriya?” Usually seeing his successor mumbling to himself was nothing new, it was just one of the many things that Midoriya who he was. The way his shoulders were slouching however as he appeared to be lost in thought was enough to clue him in that there might be more going on at the moment, taking a seat beside the young hero in training. 

#ic #musemilitia #muse: toshinori yagi (all might) #verse: post retirement

[compacflt]

wip wednesday: some two-month-old excerpts from the Next Thing

#not really wips cause im not really working on em #finals will be done this time next week #i think posting this extra 50-70k of unnecessary redundant scenes might be my last top gun fandom act #but i have to finish them first #might see if any are complete enough to post on tumblr a la carte #but also every time i do that they break containment & reach ppl who don’t know about my extremely specific closeted-ice-verse #1. since i skipped over the first time they really fucked in the actual ao3 version #2. At ices retirement ceremony. february/late jan 2017. #3. honestly he deserves that. #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #some of these really did actually get cut from the first draft though #lots of fucks in this one. fuck off/fuck him/fuck you #local man encounters real homophobia for the first time

[general-kalani]

{ Thanks for the follow @codenamejudas​! }

Well, he didn’t expect to be approached on Promethea during his ‘retirement’. Hell he had no idea who the hell this could even be, probably a local...

One seeking answers on why Atlas hadn’t come back still.

Bounty hunter was something he could be wary of. Atlas had put a bounty on his head before going down when they’d received word that he’d planned on quitting after the Pandoran fiasco.

Besides those two... What the hell were the chances it was a Lancemen? Next to zero...

An old enemy of Atlas? That was more likely.

He’d better talk to the guy though it seemed they knew he was there and wanted to talk with him on something. So after a drag on his cigar he breathed it out slowly before raising a brow at the other guy. “Can I help you?”

#codenamejudas #muse: alphonso knoxx #verse: who knew retirement could get stale ~ { knoxx post-bl1-bl2 verse } #sorry this took a minute lmfaooo #lmk if you want it changed!

[compo67]

Wincest 34 💜

[Hello, my dear! I hope you don't mind that I delved into the Chicago Verse for this one. <3]

#34. to pretend.

*

It's a tough day in physical therapy.

None of the exercises come easy to Dean, and what's more, he had to be up by 6 AM to make the 7 AM appointment. Sam would ordinarily quip at Dean that if he didn't want to go to PT, then he should keep up with his exercises at home.

But seeing Dean wince and growl in pain during basic exercises and stretches hits Sam square in the chest. He hates seeing Dean in pain, but they both know--from experience--that if Dean doesn't move, the pain will only get worse.

Today's unlucky physical therapist is Devon, a lovely young lady who could probably find easy work being Zendaya's stunt double. Dean hasn't snapped at her... yet. She's been exceptionally patient with him, and has refrained from pushing him too hard. But Sam knows Dean could snap at any moment. This is partially why Sam came with today--to smooth things over if/when Dean needs it.

And to provide support. Though Dean won't ever admit that he needs Sam to be at his PT appointments. That's fine with Sam. They each have their own security blankets of denial.

"Easy," Devon says, keeping her voice as calm as a dinosaur trainer. "Remember to breathe."

Sam watches Dean grit his teeth during each clam exercise. Clams involve lying down on his side and pushing his top leg up. They look like a terrible ordeal, but Sam won't ever admit that.

I hate this so fucking much.

I know, it'll be over soon.

Not soon enough, she's killing me.

Ask for a break.

And extend this torture session? I think not. Fuck!

"Ow!" Dean blurts out. "I'm done, done with these clams--"

Before Dean can launch into a tirade, Devon pats his thigh and nods. "You're done. You did well." She hands him a red stretchy band.

Dean reluctantly sits up. He slips his feet and legs into the band, until the band sits mid-thigh. His job is to open and close his legs using the band--twenty times.

The phone up front rings and the receptionist asks for Devon to come over.

"Call of duty," Devon sighs. She looks at Dean, then at Sam. "Can you count for him? I'll be right back. Here. Sit in the chair of honor." She stands and motions for Sam to sit in front of Dean. "You two just count to twenty."

Puh. 'Just count to twenty,' she says. Like it's so damn easy.

If you do it in little pieces, it's not so bad, Dean.

"I can't take advice from someone who jogs five miles a day," Dean moans, squeezing his eyes shut. He starts with two stretches, then peeks his eyes open. "For pleasure, no less."

Sam sighs. He keeps up his exercise regimen because it makes him happy. The endorphins are worth it. His mood is different when he exercises. He feels a certain sense of satisfaction after a good run. Apparently, not everyone thinks this way.

"Let me help," Sam offers. "Just keep your eyes closed."

"That's easy," Dean grumbles. "Eyes closed. Now what?"

"Now count."

"Duh, Professor, that's what I was doing--mmph!"

Sam leans forward and smacks a kiss on Dean's lips.

One.

Dean whimpers and bites his bottom lip. Two. He successfully completes one whole stretch.

Three. Sam kisses him yet again.

Four. Brow furrowed, Dean struggles, but succeeds.

Five. Sam licks into Dean.

Six. Dean is anywhere but here.

Seven. Encouragement comes in the form of a deeper, longer kiss. Sam even nips at Dean's bottom lip--daring him to continue.

Eight. Dean opens his mouth a little more and tosses the reigns to Sam.

Nine. Sam takes control over every kiss.

Ten. Dean shudders.

Eleven. Sam tosses a picture out there--the front seat of the Impala--and works to shift their attention. They're sitting on the Impala's leather seats, side by side, with the radio on. There's Springsteen in the background and the windows start to fog up.

They can play pretend--they're anywhere but here.

By number fifteen, they're basically making out, with Sam's hands over Dean's hands on the edge of the table.

By twenty, Sam needs a breather in order to... collect himself. He bumps their noses together and opens his eyes. No more Impala. But Dean's eyes are still shut, which means he's still in pain, but dealing with it, and working on coming back to reality.

Sam sends over a wave of calm and relaxation.

Little by little, Dean opens his eyes. He looks at Sam with a vulnerability in his eyes Sam both hates and loves to see. Sam runs his right hand through Dean's hair. He tugs on Dean's left ear.

Two steps away from their station, Devon clears her throat.

"Little unorthodox," she comments, sneaking a smile towards Sam. "But I think y'all counted to twenty."

"Twenty-five," Dean says, loosening his grip on the table.

Sam nods. "Twenty-five."

Devon charts this. She wonders out loud if maybe Sam could accompany Dean next week. Just to see if a certain technique will work again.

When Sam brings up concerns over her coworkers and other patients bearing witness to this new 'technique,' Devon merely smiles.

"That's what these curtains are for," she says, drawing one over her shoulder. "Privacy."

Later on, Dean decides he likes Devon.

Sam decides he likes her, too.

#compo67 #cal answers #wincest #the chicago verse #sam/dean #the epic love story of sam and dean #curtain fic #retired winchesters #long post

[voidandradiance]

jordan, looking at andor no longer trying to sink into the floor at all times: i think. i forgot. how tall you are.

andor, looking at jordan be so perpetually tense that he's retracted into himself like a pillbug: you make a worse armrest now. i think you got shorter. How.

#retirement home posting #no country verse my beloved i rotate it in my brain.

[rosenfey]

I know they moved the pc release like a month earlier but I still can't wait until bg3 drops. I wanna put my og story / homebrew characters in there so much I can't wait

#ambie.txt #I will make faereneeee! you could see her in my pwotr posts #I'm retiring fawn because tbh she and faerene were very similar in the first place and fae is just so much better fleshed out #on account of her being in my og story and also pwotr before that #and then I wanna make odetta too!! she is also from my og verse and my tyranny character :3 elegant evil mommy?? pls #and then another oc from there as well that I haven't introduced yet because she is a homebrew race so I will have to figure things out. #anyway im so obsessed I need the game like now I can't wait!!! #to me it's just dos2 but dnd and dos2 is my fave game so!!!

[tricksheart]

When your somewhat friend is jealous of your current lifestyle and somewhat adopts a rebellious teenager with false documents that looks somewhat like him. Also is an informant like your somewhat friend but you secretly wish that you had adopted him instead since he's also somewhat of a spy. Failed plan Loid/Twilight, the saga.

@spydcddy and any of my S x F moots.

#spydcddy #okay to reblog from me #[ the kaneki ken of persona. crack ] #long post cw #[ the retired thief. SPY X FAMILY verse ] #help asdfghjkl #i need to be stopped

[athinakori]

You know something that i’ve been wondering lately: why camp half blood does not have a city where demigods can live, form families and study and just grow up in peace ? I found a link from the p.jo fanon wiki where there’s this whole idea for the city of New Athens and that is guarded by the camp. Totally inspired by camp jupiter and i also think the whole idea appeared in a fanfic ? I’m not sure, but it is one hell of a good idea that i might include in my p.jo world building.

#( like seriously why move all the way to do college #when your camp could have a whole city too? #seriously rick i love the world you created #but a big part of the stuffs there just doesn’t make sense #also i might include the new world building into my annabeth main verse #i still see her retiring at some point #but i don’t think it would happen so soon #i think i already said this here but i will say it again #annabeth and probably percy too wouldn’t just leave camp half blood all of a sudden #also why go to new rome when their camp can have new athens????? ) #ooc / post. #world building tag pending. #headcanons / intelligence is lethal.

[moulinetrouge]

"Arismont, have you made sure to eat something today?"

Arismont wiped his brow, sweat pooling onto the unfortunate victim of a towel. His sleeves were barely holding onto his elbows having been pushed up far too high for far too long.

"Ah, thank you, balım." He rested his sword against the wall of the makeshift training space in their basement (he was still working on adding better training dummies) and leaned forward to give his beloved honey a sweet kiss. "I lose track of time so easily down here. Did ya make anything?"

#ic; carry the torch {ic post} #verse; please let me retire {post ew} #nossumusmanus

[nailamoonsi]

Blue Horizon, the actual name of "Another Sky" verse, will be a solo venture!

I'll announce it early here since Tumblr is smaller, but I'm going to embark on a self-publishing path for "Another Sky"/Blue Rize, which were and are the nickname for Blue Horizon.

I'll be retiring "Another Sky" from now on! The series will officially be called "Blue Horizon." My personal nickname for it thus-far has been "Blue Rize." That isn't the name of the first book, which I will wait to reveal when I can drop a cover reveal.

I have Webtoon and Tapas parked for the webcomic I have planned.

Here's the summary for the webcomic:

Shifting topics!

[The triplet brothers, Raj + Antonio + Fernando. Their friends Alia + Layla + Alejandro below.]

The epic science fantasy first novel of Blue Horizon is complete, but although I have it pretty ship-shape, I'm going to make certain I have more revisions done, so it might take a while longer to drop, but not the likes of 2 or 3 years.

[Layla, Alia, Antonio and Alejandro!]

[Khaleel and Leo! The six of them make up the "Main 6."]

I'll try to get the light novel ship-shape as well so that I can drop them both around the same time!

It'll still take time, but I parked the names for Blue Horizon on Webtoons and Tapas! I put many of the early artwork as "Chapter 1" on there, as I've seen some people do.

Here it is on Webtoon if anyone wants to follow very early.

And here it is on Tapas if anyone wants to follow there very early.

#myart #mywrites #webtoon #webcomic #tapas #my ocs #my ocs art #my comic #Blue Horizon #first time using that tag #Blue Horizon verse #despite retiring Another Sky verse i'll keep that tag on older posts for the memories

[barbsie]

i am back and slight changes are happening on this blog! barbie in her main verse shall be based off of barbie as eden starling of ' barbie in a christmas carol ' instead of ' barbie and the fashion fairytale '! the primary canon will go through quite drastic changes, and the blog will largely adopt a historical, holiday/winter-inspired theme, but i am nonetheless very interested in maintaining all of my plots and dynamics!

#furthermore ... the primary verse is now set in the victorian era london and barbie is a stage actress! instead of a retired-movie-actress- #turned-fashion-designer! #i am also keeping her name as barbie starling instead of eden starling! #this is a temporary pinned post.

[us-smash-archive]

"All Might, you picked a dumbass to be your successor."

  “Ok what insane way did young midoriya break his bones this time or is this something unrelated to that?”

#ic #muse: toshinori yagi (all might) #verse: post retirement #explodcor

[watchingxover]

//Verses tag dump

#Overwatch is Back (Main Verse) #The Mad Doctor's Wrath (Junkenstein's Revenge) #I Play to Win (Pro-Gamer Verse) #Passing the Torch (D.Va II) #The Glory Days (Pre-Game) #Retirement (Mondatta Lives AU) #Betrayed (Talon Tracer AU) #Ballet Dancer (Pre-Talon Verse) #Broken (Post-Talon) #It's Poker Night (The Inventory Verse) #The Ultimate Fight (Super Smash Bros Verse)

[general-kalani]

{ @codenamejudas​ sent in; When you get sick, so does your soulmate (well now I HAVE to!)

Mun note; MY AGENDA BEGINS YEAHHHHH

Prompt from; here! }

Damn it all, he’d been convinced to leave Promethea. Just to one other planet.

Just one.

And of course it had been a planet that was in the cold climate at the moment. But he could handle it, he’d been on so many other planets this one cold-climate planet wouldn’t do anything to him!..

If only he hadn’t of gotten a damn cold from this.

A curse, really. And the fact Judas was here wasn’t exactly helping the embarrassment he was feeling.

But he wouldn’t sneeze in front of him! That would be so weak of him!..

Of course he couldn’t have such a basic thing. And when he sneezed, well he made a point to not look at the other man. Because his sneeze could be considered... Cute. “Don’t you say god damn anything about that.” With a sniffle.

What a damn curse...

#muse: alphonso knoxx #codenamejudas #so this is where you've been hiding { soulmates au } #verse: who knew retirement could get stale ~ { knoxx post-bl1-bl2 verse } #if you want it changed lmk hehe

[17goiingunder]

@wihlted​ sent: “no, i don’t hate you.”

“Well, you should. It seems to be quite the fashionable thing at the moment.” It’s amazing, how the same media that once sang Dave’s praises from the rooftops has now turned on him so viciously. He’s the butt of every late night comedian’s joke, every satirical cartoon in the papers, and every person who sees him in the street tries not to laugh. It’s a fate worse than death— it’s execution by public opinion. “I think you should know, Serena. I am the father. I was stupid enough to do it. Now I’m divorced and washed-up. What’s not to hate about me?”

#wihlted #* verse / don't look back in anger. #hi u get post retirement dave who knocked up some woman in a broom closet... opps moment

[voidandradiance]

tucker's house looks cluttered but everything has a very specific exacting spot where it belongs. sonja's workshop seems incredibly well-organized and mostly is, except for the part where she keeps putting shit down and running to stop something else from exploding. wag is genuinely organized. andor is sometimes literally throwing stuff at the wall to see what'll stick, and has a bit of a hoarding problem. tom is tom.

jordan.

#retirement home posting #no country verse my beloved i rotate it in my brain.