#ta da?

[sunnidaydreamer]

*peeks out from bush to shove this out*

*returns to bush*

[imashittalkingmushroom]

Will not lie, im not happy with Harvey, but very happy with bruce so

[windsorgirllove]

@noobsomeexagerjunk you wrote a post about Hatchetfield prompts you were never gonna write so uh... :jazz hands: have a drabble

Wilbur tames a bunch of sniggles aka how Uncle Wiley got otherworldly entities to be in a commercial

“No, no, no! Alright, hold on. Let’s try again.”

The Sniggles froze in place, staring at him with eyes wide and glazed, like animals. Their frozen looks of manic joy melted into blankness, an inhuman stillness settling over them.

Wiley sighed, snatching his captain’s hat off of his hand and rubbing his eyes. This was not what he had signed up for when he pledged his devotion to a dark god. He wanted to bring destruction and devastation to the world for Christ’s sake, not play camp counselor to a bunch of anthropomorphic worms on a string. It wasn’t even that they were unintelligent creatures. They were maybe even more intelligent than humans, living so close to Wiggly as they did. It's just that apparently superhuman knowledge didn’t come with a sense of rhythm.

“Okay, you, come here.” Wiley pointed at one of the… males? He guessed? They had humanoid shapes but honestly he couldn’t be sure. He pointed to one of the taller Sniggles and gestured it over. It slinked over, moving as though it were under water. 

Wiley took a reflexive step back, then shook his head.

“You, stand here,” he said, snapping and pointing. The Sniggle stood, looming over him.

“Okay, when you’re standing here, you got to reach your arms out like this,” he demonstrated, “like this, real wide, okay? And put some goddamn effort into it. This is your god we’re selling here, you could at least try to look enthusiastic.”

The Sniggle stared at him for a second, before producing the biggest, most terrifying grin he had ever seen. The others quickly followed suit, grins spreading in a radius out from them, like a current had passed through them.

Wiley stared at them for a second. That… was not something he had seen them do before. He hadn’t been in the Black and White for very long in the grand scheme of things, but still. He thought he’d seen everything those little buggers were capable of. Wonders of the universe, he guessed.

Slowly the Sniggle shuffled it’s way back to its previous place in line. All of them looked at him with that same creepy grin.

Wiley sighed, and then shook his head. He ran his hand through his hair, stuffed his captain’s hat back on, and shook out his shoulders. “Alright, one more time,” he said. “Let’s take it from the top.”

[hongjoonim]

It’s time to face a you that you’ve never known before. come now, the door of truth is opening

[bleusarcelle]

Drunk in love

@coralreefskim you asked for this one <3

excuse my typos i might have missed :c

Keith, Lance comes to find out, is a poker when drunk.

“Boop,” the fearless Black Paladin of the Black Lion, an essential member of the universe’s most powerful weapon, mumbles quietly as he pokes, once again, Lance’s nose with a goofy smile. “Boop!”

Keith’s also cute.

“Okay, alright, enough poking,” Lance chuckles fondly as he tightens his grip on his husband’s waist. He hums as he takes out his house keys and opens the door to their house slowly.

“But you’re squishy,” Keith laughs softly, reaching out to pinch one of his husband’s cheeks as they walk inside. “Squish.”

“You’re so drunk,” Lance mumbles quietly as he gently pushes the hand away and closes the door behind them. He smiles fondly, though, brushing his husband’s hair away from his face before letting his hand rest against Keith’s cheek. “So drunk.”

Keith’s face seems to shine brighter at the words.

“Drunk in love,” Keith throws back happily with a confident grin, leaning forward until his lips ghost over Lance’s. “Drunk on you.”

“Oh boy,” Lance whispers, swallowing dryly as he looks from Keith’s eyes to those lips. “You don’t play fair, baby.”

“But Rey is a good baby,” Keith says softly as he frowns slightly in confusion. “He’s the best baby.”

Lance sound that sounds between a dying whale and a hyena.

“You’re killing me,” Lance whines as he shakes with laughter. “You really are killing me, amor.”

“Sh, baby’s sleeping,” Keith shushes him, glaring at him with no heat as he slaps him on the forearm. “Sleeping baby.”

Lance tries not to snort at that, because never mind that their son is at a sleepover with his parents on the other side of town.

“Oh, right, the baby’s sleeping,” Lance gives in as he raises his free hand in surrender. “Let’s get you to bed too? I can see someone else is sleepy.”

Keith hums, eyelids dropping tiredly as he nods. “Yeah, okay,” he agrees softly as he snuggles closer to his husband’s warmth and sighs contently once his face is completely hidden on the brunet’s neck. “Warm.”

Lance smiles tenderly, turning his head just enough to drop a kiss on his drunk husband’s head. “I love you so much.”

His smile widens at the soft press of lips against his skin that silently tells him what words can’t at the moment.

[headspacedad]

Form - Jaeger?

The Pac-Rim cross-over I am not going to write.  But I saw someone mention a cross-over on their blog and I’ve been listening to ‘Knock Back’ by Jaxson Gamble thanks to @noisypaintersong and yeah, this happened.  Voltron/Pacific Rim crossover starring our favorite twins.

Ryou is one of the designers on the very first jaegers.  There have been two kaiju attacks by this point, enough to let the world know more are coming and everyone’s working desperately against time to try to prepare before the next monster comes out of the ocean.  Nukes work, of course nukes work - but nukes also leave huge a swatch of land radioactive and dead for the next thousand years or so.  California is now mostly a no-man’s land.  And that’s before the horrific loss of life to its own citizens the Pan-America Collation absorbed when they finally did resort to the nuke as the monster left the water and began to head inland.  They can’t afford to do that again.  They can’t stand the horror of doing that again.  But the next monster wiped out a huge section of India and most of the rest of its a radiation zone now too and - the world can’t just hope its not going to happen a third time.  They’ve got to do something.

The jaegers are a crazy science fiction late night b-movie idea.  But its an idea that just might work.  And right now the entire world is desperate enough to try anything.

Ryou heads one of the PAC teams, pushing himself and his team harder and higher than anyone else - but they’re also the first to finally be ready to test it out.  Ryou’s twin brother, Takashi, volunteers and is picked to be the test pilot of the first fully functional jaeger.  He’s the best pilot in the Air Force, he’s passed every test.  Ryou doesn’t like it - they both know the risks, think they do at least - but he also believes in his twin completely. If anyone can pull off piloting the world’s first jaeger and give them all a hope in hell against the kaiju - its Taks.

The first test goes well -

until it doesn’t.

No human brain can handle the strain of piloting a miles long creature made of metal and electric.  Not even Takashi Shirogane.  His brain overloads.  They pull him.  But its too late. 

Everything shuts down.  What good is a giant robot if its unpilotable?  Some teams decide to try to make it remote.  Others try to hook up a different person for every limb and function.  Ryou sits next to his brother’s comatose body in the hospital bed for days without moving, just holding is twin’s unresponsive hand. 

And then he gets up, calls his team, and goes back to work like a mad man.  The funding is still there.  Ethical or not, one lost pilot isn’t enough to end a desperate program.  Ryou gets what he needs and what they won’t give him, he simply finds ways to get all the same.  He starts teaching himself new branches of medical tech, sometimes from questionable sources.  Maybe someone should pull the plug on his program but his team is loyal about keeping his secrets and more -

they believe in what he’s doing.

No one says anything when he has his twin’s medical unit and body transferred to a room in the same facility he’s working on his jaeger in.

The world is desperate.

They’re not wrong to be.

The next kaiju comes before anyone is ready.  Headed for Panama.  If it can cross that land mass, it will have the entire Atlantic ocean exposed.  The world scrambles to respond in time.  There’s going to be a third nuclear wasteland and this time its going to be an entire country and its surrounding neighbors.

Except a jaeger drops.

And the resulting fight is messy and sloppy and amateur but in the end the result is still one dead kaiju and a country left alive and unscarred.

It’s not one pilot that exits the cockpit.  It’s two.

Ryou, and a mentally and physically scarred but very much aware Takashi. 

Because there’s this thing now, an invention called the Drift.  And it will link two complimentary brains together to act as one.  Because Ryou was never going to give up on his hero brother.  Because he knew he was never meant be alone.  And because Takashi has always been, and always will be, a fighter. 

And that’s how the Drift compatible two-man jaeger was born.  And sent into battle from that point forward to fight humanity’s monsters and keep them safe from the things that rise out of the dark ocean in the night.

[emmavakarian-theirin]

some people are up at 3am contemplating life choices. me? oh no, i'm sticking googly eyes on random shit like a sane person, jesus