**the thing about Curze getting angry about the color green**
Konrad Curze rose out of the bed, naked and irritated. “No—no I will not have you wearing something like THAT in my presence!”
“But Konrad,’ Lyra protested, pulling the robe around her. ‘It was the only color it came in.”
“If it was just about any other color, I would see little issue, but I cannot have you wearing the colors of my brother’s legion.” Curze stormed off, presumably to clear his head.
Sitting in the her walk-in closet, Lyra had hoped the lingerie would encourage him to look past its emerald color, and decide to make love to her anyway.
She had liked it. It’s gauzy bra — if you could call it a bra with only decorative lace and underwire to frame her breasts — she was sure would get him to make an exception. The matching beading draped across and down her body, connecting the decorative lace panties completed the outfit. And sadly, it only came in emerald green. No other colors seemed to have been made for this. But it was different, it teased, it seduced! It was perfect, except for that one minor detail.
Lyra had not know her husband to refuse her advances in the time they had been together. She was certain she could wear almost anything and he would not object. Tonight, she had found his “almost”.
Why did her husband’s petty squabbling with his brother (albeit mostly one-sided) have to permeate everything so much, she thought. She picked this out, with him in mind, only to watch him storm out as it was the wrong color. She was partially upset with herself — she knew he did not like the color, and she knew the reason. Yet she knew of no one else but her husband who would demand people not wear a color for such petty reasons. She couldn’t even wear too much red as it would make him think of Sanguinius.
“You know how that color upsets me, little wife.”
Lyra turned to see her husband standing there, still naked, and still angry.
“Even in lingerie, Konrad? You are so angry about lingerie?” She asked, irritated at his lecture.
“You are the mother of the 8th Legion, wife. You will not be seen wearing the colors of enemies.”
“Just because it’s green doesn’t mean I’m wearing ‘the colors of enemies.’ And since when is your brother an enemy?”
Curze gritted his teeth. “Since always!’ He turned and stormed off. ‘You do not come to bed unless you remove it — Primarch’s orders!” He called from their bed.
She rolled her eyes and sighed, irritated at her “Primarch’s orders”. She could argue, but it was relatively late and she was not interested in having her husband lecture her on the (perceptively-one-sided) feud between the Night Lords and the Salamanders. Instead, she changed out of the outfit and threw on the old tunic she wore to bed often. She then went out to join her husband in bed.
“My lord, I’m—” She stopped as she got closer, noting Curze laying on his side, eyes closed. She could hear the slow sounds of his breathing. The man had fallen asleep.
Foolish man, she thought to herself as she climbed into the bed to join him.
Jason : teeth are the only bones that are socially acceptable to show people. I smile at you and that's being polite but when I unpeel my ribcage that's "horrifying" and I "need to see a doctor"
Dick : NOTHING about that shit is "NORMAL" Jason !
Jason : OH well EXCUSE me then for being such a "FREAK" Dickface !
before we start, yeah I know I shouldn’t be getting involved with drama, but I’m hotheaded, and it was too much to pass up, especially for these screenshots
I censored everything, users and pfps, but used different colors to help it flow
Everything is fine now, don’t harass anyone in these posts.
if you can guess which community this is I’ll give you a gold star
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so I was comment stalking and came across a manager saying this comment. Everything else goes from here
now, after this, I logged off, only to discover that these were posted next morning
I only found out because someone from the community commented on my pf (no pic sorry) and I checked the chat
I found this
And so it went into this, with people going for the lowest hanging fruit and making fun of my typing style
After all this I made peace (don’t have a screenshot sorry) and everything is good now.
nothing came of it but I did find it wildly entertaining so I thought it’d be fun to share.
I took every precaution to protect the people involved so don’t come after me ty
Summary: Despite how badly wounded he is, Tim struggles with letting his teammates treat his injuries. He’s fine, he can sort it out. What they really should be focused on is working out how they’re going to get home from the unknown territory they're currently stuck in.
Enjoy! :D
“Considering you’re the most cautious out of us all, you sure do get injured the most Rob.”
“I swear to god SB if that’s a dig at my humanity I will shove kryptonite so far up-”
“Enough! Robin stop talking. Superboy stop provoking him.”
The two boys shut their mouths with an audible click however the silence doesn’t last long as Tim lets out a hiss of pain when Superboy presses a little too hard on his wound. Not hesitating to do so, Tim reaches out and smacks Superboy in the arm in retaliation.
Superboy reels back and glares hard at him. “Hey! I didn’t mean to. I’m trying to help.”
Tim pushes away the hands that reach out towards him again. “Well you’re not, so stop it. I told you I can do it.”
Opposite him the half-Kryptonian narrows his eyes at him and scowls. “You have to start learning when to accept help Rob. You currently aren’t in a state to perform medical tasks.”
Tim couldn’t help but scoff. He looks away from his teammate who is crouched in front of him to the wound on his side which Superboy had been trying to patch up. While it isn’t deep, it is wide and is bleeding heavily. It’s been that way for a while because Tim couldn’t tend to it as soon as it happened, that also isn’t including the other three or four wounds Tim could feel on his body probably in a similar state to the one on his side.
Tim’s attention is drawn back up when Cassie steps forward sending both of them an unimpressed look. “Knock it off, I mean it. This isn’t the time or place to get into the petty rivalry you both have going on. Robin if you aren’t going to accept SB’s help then wait for Imp, he’s knows more than what I do about treating injuries.”
Superboy lets out a long breath before looking over his shoulder at the blonde looming over them. “That would be fine but have you seen the amount of blood coming out of him. We can’t wait. There’s also the fact that we’ve pretty much gone through all the bandaging Rob’s got.”
Cassie rolls her eyes. “Then get creative.”
Tim blinks and frowns, he hates they’re talking about him like he’s not even there.
“How long is Imp gonna be?” Superboy asks the question openly although Tim could tell he’s aiming it at Cassie anyway.
In response she shrugs, “I have no idea, depends on what he can find out about where we are and what’s currently around us.”
Tim takes a deep breath and tries to focus back on his task. He really does need to patch this up. He’s beginning to feel groggy and that’s not a good sign.
The four of them are on a mission, they had been chasing some magical dude through the forest to obtain him when suddenly they got magically transported to another world. The guy they had used interdimensional magic to put them elsewhere and now they’re stuck trying to work their way back home.
That would be all well and good however upon arriving in this new world they were immediately attacked. It had been hard to see what was attacking them to begin with but eventually they got a good look at them and the creatures appearances could be compared to monkeys, only a lot larger and more vicious.
There weren’t a lot of the monkey creatures but they were difficult to take down, and that was before they got attacked again by more human looking figures. They weren’t human exactly, their skin was dark green to begin with, and they certainly didn’t take too kindly to random strangers on their land. Instead of fighting the four of them chose a strategic retreat but they didn’t get away unscraped.
They found somewhere hidden away between some rocks and bushes, an enclave type area, which was out of sight and the four of them ducked in there praying they wouldn’t be found. It took an hour or so but eventually they seemed to be in the clear as those chasing them had ran by and haven’t been back since. Once they figured it was clear they set a plan in place, they’ve sent Bart to go and do some recon, to go and get a feel for the place they’re currently trapped in while the rest of them wait behind and also so Tim can tend to his wounds.
With shaky hands Tim peels away the bandage Superboy had used and replaces it with the last bandage of his stock. His hands are covered in blood and he feel the other wounds on him still bleeding, he could feel the blood running down his back and seeping into his clothes. Tim knows there’s one on his shoulder, another on his thigh and he’s pretty sure there’s a wound on his lower back, all that plus the one on his side.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath Tim tilts his head back and leans against the rock, using it as support to keep him balanced while sat on the floor. His mind is starting to become foggy and thinking is getting more difficult. He knows that it’s the blood loss and the exhaustion creeping in now.
Tim must’ve had his eyes closed for a lot longer than expected because when he opens them again it’s because someone is shaking him to get his attention and in front of him Impulse is back and Tim has no idea when he returned.
Cassie is kneeling next to him with a hand on his shoulder and a frown on her face. “He’s not doing good. Robin you with us?”
Tim groans and nods. Looking down at his side Tim finds the bandage he placed there drenched in blood. “Shit…” he grumbles. When he looks back up he immediately clenches his eyes shut because the world suddenly tilts and he feels so off balance. He would have fallen to the side if it weren’t for Cassie’s hands on his shoulders steadying him.
“Robin, can you focus on me?” There’s fingers snapping in front of his face and Tim blinks his eyes open again to try and focus on them. He finds Cassie still there next to him seeking his attention. When he gives a nod she continues talking.
“Okay so Imp’s come back with a report of where we are and what we can expect. He found a tribe on the edge of his forest we’re in and they apparently can help us, at the very least they can provide us cover and medical attention. That’s our best shot. The ones who chased us, apparently they call themselves protectors of the land or some shit like that. They hunt and kill anything and anyone that isn’t part of their tribe. Our best bet is getting to that tribe on the edge of the forest and going from there.”
Tim blinks at her as she talks but he's not really taking in what she’s saying. He feels so dizzy and tired. He doesn’t want to be doing any thinking, thinking hurts too much and takes too much effort.
A hand lightly slapping his cheek interrupts his thoughts, he frowns and turns to Impulse who is bent over him with a raised eyebrow. “Man he is so out of it. What are we going to do?”
Tim zones out again unable to keep track of the conversation. The next thing he knows is that he’s being picked up by broad hands and strong arms and lifted into a bridal carry. He pulls a face when he realises that Superboy is literally carrying him like a damsel in distress. As much as he wants to protest he knows he can’t, he silently accepts his fate and leans his head on his teammate’s shoulder as they start their trek in the mission to go get help.
“Don’t worry Rob, we’ll get you help. We got this.” Superboy mutters lowly to him. Tim simply hums in response and closes his eyes, trying to ignore how much his body is hurting and how dizzy he’s feeling. “Maybe after this you’ll start to trust us more…”
Tim only hums again at Superboy’s comment, despite his blurry mind he makes a mental note to address that comment once he’s fully capable of doing so.
Hello! For absolutely no reason whatsoever, please accept this headcanon I have...
If Rose were to travel with Seven, there would be a lot of arguing. Like, a lot. Seven can be very broody at times but not in a way where you can pull him out of it. Their personalities would clash. To maintain the peace, different levels of response would fall into pattern to deal with different types of arguments. Sometimes this involves shouting, other times it involves petty spite.
Now, Sylvester McCoy is 5’6” and is the shortest out of all the Doctors (Jodie is 5’6” but that puts her on the tall aspect of average for females while McCoy is short for Males and thus she does not count). The next-shortest height is 5’8,” at which William Hartnell, Patrick Troughton, and Paul McGann all stand. With that in mind, Billie Piper is 5’5.”
My headcanon is that, when the response to an argument warrants pettiness, Rose goes and puts on a pair of 2” heels to become exactly one inch taller than Seven. It drives him absolutely bonkers.
BakuKami week day four (Part three) : Argument/Fight @officialbakukamiweek
Summary: Bakugo didn’t talk through his feelings. He never had. He punched and he kicked and he fought. Why can’t the rest of his stupid friend group understand?
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"Fuck off!" Bakugo yelled his mug in hand with 'have a nice day' written in black characters, though a middle finger was drawn on the bottom of it.
"No, I've got as much right to be in here as you do," Kaminari rolled his eyes, pouring the boiling water from the kettle into the cup.
"You're getting tea for Deku, fuck off."
"So?"
"If you have to fucking get him a drink, get him coffee. Tea's some fucking shit."
"Oh, that again." Kaminari sighed, grabbing a green tea bag. He'd been in a dual studying session with Midoriya--Turns out he needs desperate help in English and Language Arts, and Kaminari needed help in every subject except those--since his boyfriend had been reserved by Kirishima and Ashido for the day and 'he could only deal with tutoring two idiots per day'. So the least he could do was get him a drink.
"It's just leaves and hot water, Denki." Bakugo gave him one of those looks. The look Kaminari knew meant that something as stupid as the preference of drink in his presence would cause the silent treatment for hours.
Was it worth it?
Yeah.
"Tea has been a part of the world's culture for thousands of years, coffee has only been around for the last few hundred. Coffee is literally just beans steeped in water versus leaves."
"Kami," Bakugo glared, "It's. Fucking. Coffee."
"And tea is just as good."
Bakugo left with a middle finger in the air, and Kaminari knew that meant he wouldn't hear from him for the rest of the day.
This wasn't the first time they'd had this little skirmish, nor would it be the last. Tea or Coffee. Tea to help anxiety or coffee to energize.
Kaminari preferred hot chocolate with sprinkles.
One of the many small things in their life they could never agree on.
Hard bed or soft?
Hot or cold room?
Who would win in a fight?
Right, they were sparring tomorrow. That'd be fun. Bakugo had a tendency to pin him down and make him admit he was wrong, but he didn't particularly mind admitting it. He remembered the first big fight they'd had, shortly after they got together.
Kaminari had told him that if he wanted to be a hero, he should start acting like it. Bakugo hadn't taken to the insult well, responding by yelling. Like always.
"If you can ever quit being a pansy, maybe you could fucking be useful! Cause at the fucking moment, you're just a damn battery! If you didn't have your fucking quirk, there's no possible way you could've gotten into UA! You'd be better off going stupid and never coming back; at least then you can't talk!"
Kaminari still wanted to cry thinking about it. He'd confided in Bakugo about his anxieties, that his biggest fear was going into his drained mode without a way out. It hurt. It was scary.
He could barely control his body, everything was fuzzy, and he couldn't think. Could hardly see. The best he could manage was a thumbs up after so much electricity had gone through his head, frying not only his brain but his nerves. He'd run away from his boyfriend, locking himself in his room and crying his eyes out. Jirou had taunted him in the same way, but then he'd known she was joking as best she could.
It was so much worse, coming from someone he loved.
They didn't talk the next day, no matter how much Kirishima and the others tried. Kaminari didn't smile, either. He'd sat there with a blank face, answering in another language he knew Bakugo didn't understand if he had to talk since he had the know-how to do so. A favorite of his was eloquent English.
They'd continued on this way for two days, even to the point that Aizawa pulled him aside and asked if everything was alright. He'd told him what happened with Bakugo, and Aizawa sighed.
"Okay," He'd said with a smile, "We're gonna fix this."
At training on the fourth day of their silence, Aizawa paired the two up together for sparring. They'd been forced to fight out their emotions, no quirks allowed. Kaminari had no hope of winning, his skills paling in comparison to Bakugo's. Time after time he was thrown onto the mat, hands pinned over his head. They'd been sent off to a corner of the room, blocked by concrete dividers courtesy of Cementoss, saying they didn't want anyone to get distracted by other sparring partners.
"Fuck!" Bakugo had exclaimed, rather softly, after a particularly hard throw down.
"Why won't you fight back!?"
From where he lay on the mat, his back, shoulder, hip and head throbbing, Kaminari sighed.
"I just don't see the point. I'm going to lose anyway, what's the point in prolonging my suffering?"
"What the fuck are- Aw, hell," Bakugo sat down next to Kaminari's head, staring down the idiot blonde he was dating. "Is this about that. Fucking thing?"
"You're right, though. I'm just-" His words had been cut off by an explosion, which made him twitch.
"Every fucking time you say something negative about yourself, I'm going to get closer."
"Why? You've gotta be right, all the time. You said I'm only good for charging things, so I am."
The hand currently crackling with explosions got closer to his face.
"What the heck are you doing?" Kaminari glanced at Bakugo's amused face.
"I don't have a fucking dart gun on me, this'll have to fucking do."
"Are you trying to make me feel better by forcefully making me say good things about myself to keep my face from being blown off?"
"It's working, dunce face. You're learning."
Kaminari couldn't help but crack a smile, chuckling which soon turned into a proper laugh.
"Where the heck did you figure out how to do this?"
"Hound Dog will growl at you if you say self-demeaning things," Bakugo didn't move his hand away from Kaminari's face, the heat radiating off of it in low amounts mostly comfortable, "Figured it was worth a damn shot."
"So if I say good things about myself, you'll move your hand away?"
Bakugo's silence was all he needed, smiling as his chest shook slightly in laughter.
"Fine. I'm going to be a great hero, one who's going to help people. I'll get through school just fine."
Bakugo pulled his hand away, the firecrackers stopping and Kaminari sat up with a wince.
"I'm sorry for what I said, babe. I was mad and I know your heart is in the right place, even if your attitude can suck sometimes." He shakily smiled, his boyfriend reaching over and pulling him in for a kiss, rough and fast which left his head reeling.
"That enough of an apology for ya?" He grumbled, Kaminari nodding. They both stood, Bakugo stretching lightly. "Now, let's get back to sparring. I'm looking forward to kicking your ass."
Now, tea in hand, Kaminari couldn't help but chuckle. Bakugo wasn't good at having normal arguments, ever, but they always made up, and made out, in the end. Even if it was something small like having other preferences, or something as big as their first fight. He preferred to throw down, beat the living crap out of it if he could. If he couldn't fight it, he yelled and screamed.
The best way to combat it, as he'd learned, was to ignore him. He never took that well. It's how his mom dealt with temper tantrums when he was a kid.
So, he ignored the insults about the drinks, walking out and heading back up to his dorm room where Midoriya was waiting. No way he could study with all those All Might's staring him down, so everyone studied in rooms other than the green haired boy's.
Toeing the door open, he smiled and set the drinks down on his little table.
"What took so long?" Midoriya asked, glancing at the clock by his laptop.
"Oh, just an argument with Kacchan." Kaminari shrugged, sitting down and reopening the textbook.
"What about this time?"
"Tea or Coffee." He searched through for where they'd left off, vocabulary words Midoriya was having issues reading and pronouncing.
"How do you manage to have small arguments with him, without Kacchan getting really mad at you?" Midoriya had already translated the sentence that Kaminari had given him, a simple paragraph about All Might.
"He's kinda like a little kid on the verge of an angry temper tantrum, think of it like that; You ignore him and he just deflates." Kaminari grinned, "How've you not noticed?"
"I was a bit busy trying not to get bullied." Midoriya chuckled,
"Next time he starts yelling, just don't respond. He'll get mad for a bit, but he'll eventually leave it be. If he wants to talk to you, he can do it calmly."
"That's... Devious?"
"He conditioned me not to say self deprecating things, I'm conditioning him to not get as angry." Ah, there it was. "Here, translate these into English, and write a short paragraph with them."
"Okay, but you have to get your math homework done! Let me know if you need any help!"
Kaminari took a sip of his drink, and grinned. Bakugo could scream and rant all he pleased, they were equally devious to one another.
