A new meta with a strange ability has public opinion divided on whether she’s a menace or a miracle-worker. The jury’s still out on the matter when the Snart siblings get caught in her crosshairs.
Or: Leonard and Lisa end up temporarily de-aged. It’ll wear off, but in the meantime, Team Flash has to figure out what the heck to do with them and how to keep them safe. Inviting them to live at the West house seems like a natural, if terrible, solution.
When you live
in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human
villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a
it’s better because your other half is easier to find, but they’re not the one
who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.
Superman ✧ Physical Empathy Link ✧1✧2✧3✧4✧5✧ Flash ✧ Tracker ✧1✧2✧3✧ Red Hood ✧ Timer✧1✧2✧ Batman
Physical empathy link You don’t feel their pain but your body wears your soulmate’s wounds and scars. You heal when your soulmate heals, but your soulmate heals only if you heal.
Emotional empathy link
You feel what they feel.
There’s a countdown for when you’ll meet your soulmate.
Tracker There’s a measurement for how far/close your soulmate is.
Mortality Link When you’re 18 you only continue to age once you meet your soulmate. Some heroes and villains take advantage of this opportunity for immortality.
You and your soulmate share the same dreams lucidly.
Conscious link You and your soulmate have an involuntary telepathic connection.
Double vision Your right eye sees what your soulmate sees. In this special case eye-patches are worn to prevent double vision. Some people cover their left eye and watch the world through their soulmate’s eyes.
Identical birthmark You have the same birthmark.
Memory link Your past memories change to include your soul mate in your happiest moments, as if they’ve always been there, up until the moment you finally meet your soulmate.
Other Half A small memento broken in half is found in the blanket you’re wrapped in as a newborn child, and the other half belongs to your soulmate. Losing this memento will rid your chances of finding your soulmate. There have been rumors that criminals steal mementos and sell them in the black market, altering fate.
Cullen:Your friend Maddox was so loyal, he killed himself. For you. Samson: They were always going to die. I saw what Corypheus was doing, so yes, I fed them hope instead of despair. I made them believe their pain had purpose. Just like the Chantry does. Right, Commander?
So I know that within the Voltron fandom times are high and thriving. Though, there has been plenty of discourse between shipping between minors and adults. I’d like to throw in my 2 sense, not that it means anything.
Here’s a shitty power point on what I think abt this.
- Cultural differences
My biggest argument here. Listen here sonny, lemme tell you a story. There are these things called continents. They are all different, with different people and beliefs. I.e, the legal age isnt 18 everywhere ya dipshits. Everyone I’ve seen complaining abt this has been from the US. In Australia the legal age is 16, Brazil, Peru, Paraguay, Ecuador and Colombia all have it set at 14. And in some countries - such as Chile - the minimum age of consent is 14 but with added restrictions.
- the fuckers are in space my guy
- I agree that some ages are really too young, but once a certain maturity is obtained by a young adult, it should be considered okay to make their own choice. People grow with different maturity rates.
- its a show dear lord, its a telivision show and yall are insulting others for thinking certain people look good together… and also writing explicit sex for them but we dont need to brush that topic.
In conclusion, if you arent supportive of a ship ignore it. Dont insult people over it, or say its bad and unhealthy. Keep your mouth shut abt it and dont be a prick. Also have an open mind to others opinions, and go bother the Boku no Pico fandom if you rlly wanna bully someone because we dont tolerate it here.
I love your hollenstein headcanons and I need more
Aww thanks here have a couple more
The trio (try to) play Cluedo and Carmilla insists that Danny picks Miss Scarlet for her character, just because
(They spend ten minutes trying to convince Carmilla that No, she’s not allowed to be Mr. Black - he’s dead. And no, just because she’s also dead…)
Laura starts on a long rant about how sexist and imperialistic the colour schemes and character designs are
“Of course the men are professors, colonels or religious leaders, and the women get to be young and slutty, old and stuck up, or old and confined to servitude.”
Laura splutters when Carmilla chimes in with a question about whether Laura’s slut shaming, because she actually thinks Miss Scarlet is totally hot tbh would bang 100%
Danny agrees with Laura on the problematic stereotyping but points out that the pieces they’re using are all generic tiles with no specific characters and they could probably just come up with their own names and backstories
Carmilla hands Laura ‘Lady Sunshine, previously known as Colonel Mustard’
And is handed the red figure, renamed ‘Merida Or Whatever That Girl Who Turns Her Family Into Bears Name Is She’s Pretty Cute And She Likes Archery’
Danny hands Carmilla the candlestick instead of a character because: you’re a broody philosopher major and annoyingly predictable and you’ll need it for your black candles
Carmilla stoically takes the candlestick and uses it for the rest of the game and they don’t get to guess it at all unless Carmilla happens to be in the room
Which she refuses to ever be because she doesn’t feel like it
“Hallways are more my thing.”
Carmilla keeps pointing out the flaws in murder theories and they don’t come close to getting through the game
Especially not when she keeps slyly glancing at Laura and Danny mumbling “I’d definitely do it in the kitchen; Laura could probably do it against the counter, it’s not that high” and “the dining room would be a good place - solid mahogany tables” and “billiard tables are set at really good heights, Red, you could totally bend over that and uh, kill a dude. Or whatever.”
She’s talking about murder techniques, ofc, get your mind out of the gutter.
I FINALLY got her proportions the way I wanted them, so I added some details.
Francis Woods (age 23, gender female) is an elf with an attitude, and a love of music. She can be frequently found enjoying various types of music - usually old 80s-90s songs. Commonly found at your local bar.
I also added links to some other blogs, and some contact info if anyone wants it. I’ll also put it on here just so one doesn’t have to peruse the about if they don’t want to. Also so more people can see if I messed up and need to fix it, since I’m honestly still a noob to Discord/Twitter. uvu;;
Skype: candycorn crow fetus Discord: Crow Mod #3311 Twitter: @Crowbuttlet
Warnings: smut, above mentioned kinks, nearly almost sub!dean if you squint (Kari’s surprised!) and kind of in charge reader (I am a little surprised myself), unprotected sex (wrap up kids, this is a fantasy).
You pulled him into the room after you, the two of you a whirlwind of his cologne and your floral scented shampoo. You had no time to lose getting that suit off his body. He wore it so well, nothing against the suit, but you imagined he’d wear his birthday suit even better. He was older than you, passed 35 if you weren’t completely mistaken. But hey, what was college about if not experiencing new things with new people? And what an experience fucking an on duty FBI agent in your dorm room would be.
based on an anon smut prompt I got (and can I ever say no?): Emma is blindfold and wears earplugs, so she won’t know how and where Killian will touch her. Now, I had to change that - sorry, nonnie - because depriving her (and us) of hearing Killian’s voice? I think not. So, here we go.
Henry deftly avoids a hug and waves nonchalantly at Emma when he shoulders his backpack and leaves his mother’s loft. “Bye, mom. Don’t call me, I’ll be fine.”
Emma sighs. “Is that really a good idea?” she mutters under her breath to Regina who’s been patiently waiting outside with Roland, the latter impatiently hopping from one foot on the other. The small boy is dashing after Henry now. “I mean, it’s October. Camping in the woods doesn’t seem particularly appealing to me…”
Regina raises her hands in a don’t-ask-me gesture. “Oh, I’d prefer a glass of wine and a cackling fire any time. Inside the house.”
“Look who’s agreeing, again,” Killian comments in an amused voice while passing by.
Emma suppresses a grin, and Regina just throws him a deadly look but ignores him otherwise. “For Robin and Roland, it’s normal,” she shrugs, “and for Henry it’s an adventure. We don’t need to worry.”
“You coming, mom?” comes Henry’s impatient voice from outside.
“You coming, Regina?” echoes Roland’s voice.
“Get in the car,” Regina replies over her shoulder with an indulgent smile reserved only for the boys. Before leaving, she gives Emma a conspiratorial nod. “I did cast a little protection spell on the tent. Robin doesn’t know… and he doesn’t need to,” she adds pointedly.
“My lips are sealed,” Emma grins and closes the door after Regina when she turns around to join the boys and waves her short goodbye. Without even throwing a glance over her shoulder, she calls out to Killian: “And you keep your greedy fingers off my pie!”
“You haven’t even seen where my fingers were,” he protests, but when she turns around she catches him sucking his index finger clean of what clearly looks like pie dough. She ignores the little flutter in her stomach.
“Really?” She smirks in triumph. “Buddy, I don’t have to actually see you to know when you’re up to no good.”