#and will do everything in his power to avoid it

[cameronsbabydoll]

CAREFREE COUTURE

pogue boys x bimbo!kook!reader

SUMMARY: the pogue boys walk in on bimbo!kook!reader tanning, naked (this is from an au i made a while back!!)

CW: nudity, male gaze, sexual tension, objectification, unintentional power imbalance

The sun was beating down on your backyard, the perfect weather to tan and soak up some much-needed relaxation. You were stretched out on a lounge chair by your pool, your skin already glistening with tanning oil. Your body, freshly exfoliated and shaved, shimmered in the sunlight. You had no intention of worrying about tan lines today, so you’d stripped down completely—just you, your vintage Dior sunglasses, and the blissful quiet of the afternoon. Vogue magazines were scattered around you as you flipped through, occasionally pausing to admire the latest trends, all while the soft sounds of pop music played through your pink Bluetooth speaker.

Everything was perfect. You were in your own world, basking in the sunshine, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding just beyond the pool.

The Pogues had planned to stop by and hang out, but you didn’t know they were on their way. So, when they rounded the corner to your backyard and caught sight of you, they were all completely caught off guard.

“Holy shit,” JJ muttered, his jaw practically on the floor. His eyes scanned over your glistening body, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration. “She—she’s just... out here, like that?”

John B snickered, nudging JJ. “Man, I’ve seen some stuff in my life, but this? This is next-level,” he said, watching you with a mix of awe and disbelief. His eyes flicked to JJ, who seemed just as stunned, then to Pope, who was already trying to hide behind the patio door.

“Pope, are you seriously gonna hide?” JJ laughed, elbowing him. “Come on, man. We’re all seeing the same thing.”

But Pope, the most modest of the bunch, was still desperately trying to avoid looking. He wasn’t sure how to handle it. “I’m not looking. I can’t,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “This is too much.”

“Come on, Pope,” John B teased, “she’s literally tanning naked right in front of us. It’s like... art, man.”

JJ couldn’t stop staring. “I think she knows what she’s doing,” he said, clearly impressed by how comfortable you were in your own skin. He finally shook his head and muttered, “I don’t even know how to act right now.”

For a while, none of them moved. They just stood there, watching as you soaked up the sun, completely oblivious to their presence. You looked like a goddess, your glistening skin and perfect form the epitome of relaxation. Your long, toned legs stretched out in front of you, and every time you adjusted, your body seemed to glimmer even more.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you let out a small, soft sigh and decided to stretch your arms above your head, catching a glance of the boys standing awkwardly by the pool. You blinked, suddenly realizing they were there. A small pout formed on your lips as you stood up, grabbing your sparkly flip-flops from the ground.

“Oh, you guys finally showed up,” you said, walking toward them with a little sway in your step. You didn’t seem bothered in the least about being completely exposed to them. “What took you so long?” you added with a playful grin, your eyes sparkling behind the Dior shades.

The Pogues were frozen in place, their eyes wide and a little lost for words. JJ was the first to recover, managing a nervous chuckle. “Uh, we—uh, we didn’t know you were... you know... out here like that,” he said, his gaze flickering to you, then away, and then back again. His usual charm was replaced with something a bit more stunned.

You cocked your head to the side, totally unaware of their discomfort, and pouted playfully. “Aww, Pope, you’re not coming to hang out?” you asked, tapping your foot in your flip-flop as you stared at him with big, innocent eyes. “I thought we were friends! You’re being all shy, but there’s no need to be, silly.”

Pope was practically glowing red now. He looked anywhere but at you, his fingers fiddling with his shirt. “I—uh, I’m fine, just gonna—go grab some snacks or something,” he stammered, still refusing to look in your direction. “I’ll be inside.”

You giggled, watching him hurry off. “Silly,” you muttered under your breath, completely oblivious to how flustered you were making him.

Meanwhile, JJ and John B were a little more at ease, though they were still fighting the urge to look. You were so carefree, so open, and it made them feel like awkward teenagers again. “Hey, don’t leave so soon, Pope!” you called after him, but when he didn’t respond, you just shrugged and smiled at the others. “You guys wanna hang by the pool with me? I can turn on the jets if you want a nice massage,” you said, already heading back to the lounge chair, not even giving them time to react.

John B chuckled, shaking his head. “She’s—she’s something else,” he muttered, finally walking over to the pool and jumping in. JJ, on the other hand, was still watching you, trying his best not to gawk.

“I’m not gonna lie,” JJ said, more to himself than anyone else. “She knows exactly what she’s doing.”

John B, already lounging in the pool, laughed. “Yeah, but... I don’t think she cares at all. She’s just vibing.”

Pope, still inside, couldn’t even bring himself to look at you through the window. The image of you lying there, so relaxed and naked under the sun, was something that would stick with him for a long time.

Meanwhile, you were back in your zone, enjoying the sunshine and flipping through another magazine like it was any other day. But then, you noticed the popsicles sitting on the edge of the poolside table. You perked up, slipping your flip-flops off and walking over to grab one. You sucked on it slowly, the cold treat melting in your mouth, before letting it slip from your lips. It was almost as if you were teasing them with the way you languidly licked the popsicle, letting it drip down your body, a trail of cold sweetness running down your naked skin.

Your eyes flicked to the boys, who were standing around, clearly trying to pretend they weren’t watching, but their eyes betrayed them. You flashed them an innocent smile, still sucking on the popsicle with a playful pout. “You guys should really try one,” you said, your voice sugary sweet. “They’re so good. I’ve got a ton more inside!”

They all exchanged glances, clearly more than a little embarrassed, but JJ was the first to laugh it off. “Yeah, sure, why not?” he said, his usual bravado taking over. “But uh... you don’t mind if we... hang out with you here, right?”

You tilted your head, completely unbothered. “Of course not!” you said, your voice breezy as you flopped back onto your lounge chair. “The more, the merrier.”

It was clear that no one could quite handle the situation, but they were all going to try to. As awkward as it was, they couldn’t look away from the confident, carefree way you carried yourself.

The day continued on, the boys trying to enjoy themselves while you remained completely unaware of the effect you had on them. And by the time the sun began to set, you were still the queen of the moment—totally at ease in your own skin, while they were left trying to figure out how to act around you.

[starlinggirll]

YOUR FAVORITE PLAYER PT2 — D. ART

TW — virginity loss, slightly predatory behavior, age gap (you're in your early twenties and he's in his mid thirties). icky behavior, unprotected sex. slightly air head reader, power imbalance.

AUTHORS NOTE — yes i used the same picture boarder sorry!! >.< this was very poorly made since im still not home!! NOT proofread.

you don't want to go to the party.

actually, you get dragged by your mom.

something about "mr. donaldson seemed to take a liking to you. do it for your dad." accompanied by a condescending pat on your cheek before leaving you to get ready.

you subconsciously listen to him; you wore pink. a pink dress that hugged your body in all the good ways while also being a bit flowwy.

when you got there you clung to your moms side, politely sipping on champagne while your eyes darted everywhere in search of him. more or less to avoid him. but as always he's two steps ahead.

"you all came!" he shouted, his chest is suddenly touching your back. you didnt even realize he was behind you. you swear you almost choke on your drink.

your family wasnt exactly hard to miss. but he didnt want to come up to you right away. he wanted to make you anticipate his arrival.

he chats up with your dad, but his eyes dont leave you. his gaze wanders all over your body; your breasts, your hips, ass, lips. you look so defenseless. you mom beraly glances at you, your dad is too busy talking about work, and your siblings are all gone somewhere around the house.

you're alone.

defenseless.

which makes him rather excited.

he has it too easy.

you're too sweet to speak up, your parents will literally not care if he does anything because in their eyes he's the perfect man for you. that's evident with the way they let him even come that close to you. he's seen firsthand how defensive your father gets when you talk to a guy your age.

he finally manages to get out of the conversation with your dad, allowing him to go up to you. "hey." you flinch at him suddenly talking to you. as if he had said 'boo' instead of 'hey'.

"oh, hi." you says softly, and he grins. "you wore pink. just like i told you." his free hand runs up and down your arm, making you both uncomfortable and hot. he leans in, his lips right by your ear as if he was about to speak. but he doesn't, he simply breathes in your scent.

you tense up, and before you know it his beefy arm is wrapping around your shoulders. "im taking you upstairs. i told i would make you like tennis, didnt i?" he coos, not even bothering to talk to your parents. they beraly glance at you, too deep in their conversations to notice you being dragged away.

and its not like you dont necessarily want to. want him. but everything is so new to you. you're sheltered, very sheltered despite being in a family full of actors. but sheltered in the way were you dont have a social circle out of the kids of your parents other kids. which are also nepo babies.

the most you've done was kiss someone, it was okay. you were in highschool so you dont really count that. and porn, you've seen porn. but the high pitched moans and dominant men turned you off.

that wasnt how real life sex was, right? it wasnt raw, passionate, intense.

right?

well you're starting to think otherwise with the way your cheek is pressed against the muscle of his bicep.

"tadaa." he says dryly, closing the door behind you both once you get in his room. his room is full of trophies and medals. he smirks, resting his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you.

"wow.." you whisper. you knew he was good, but not this good. he has his achievements everywhere. his hands trails down your hips, his chin resting against the top of your head comfortably as if he were used to touching you.

his fingers wrap around your waist, head tilted to the side to catch your gaze. you open your mouth to talk before you stop, realizing just how close he is. "you like?" he whispers, his breath mingling with his.

he knew you were easy to impress. just a look at his achievements and your putty. to be fair, you were already pretty submissive, but now?

he could mold you in any shape he wanted. "yeah." you nod, but to you its more his masculine scent, frame, voice...everything about him screams man.

he gently pushes you into bed, the skirt section of your dress drawing up to your stomach as he settles inbetween your legs. it reveals your thighs, your panties. "wait wait-" you whimper, pressing your hands against his chest.

he ignores you, or more like he's too concerned with hooking your legs around his neck to listen to you.

your heart is racing, everything is going so fast, and you're so unexperienced. it's both overwhelming and terrifying. "stop stop!" you cry out, and he finally stops. his eyebrows furrowing as he looks up you.

"what's wrong?" he asks softly, his hands cupping your hips.

"i havent-" you gulp, looking away in embarrassment. "i never done this before." score. he was right about you, you're a virgin.

even at your grown age you're so shy. he loves that. he's going to be the one to mold you to his shape, to ruin you for everyone else. all to just toss you aside like he does to every girl.

"oh baby, its okay." he purrs, kissing your inner thigh while rubbing your legs. "we'll take it slow, okay?" he whispers against your flesh, calloused hands gripping and squeezing your hips and thighs.

you nod, legs trembling as you bite your lower lip. "yeah, okay." he dipped his head down, gently tugging at your panties before pulling them aside. he gulps.

you're so pretty down there. the prettiest cunt he has ever seen. if anything, he's a little creeped out at how long he's staring at it. he gently nudges the bundle of nerves with the tip of his nose before he leans up, kissing your cheek. "open your mouth," he whispers, and you obey.

he kisses you gently for two seconds before he's making a mess. licking the inside of your mouth, sucking at your tongue. your hand goes to his cheek, and that ignites something in him. "fuck." he whispers, dragging on the kiss while his free hand frees his cock out of his pants.

everything is so different. the touch of a man, the lips of a man. you never thought kissing would feel so intense.

he slaps the tip against your clit before he pulls your dress off. your breasts bounce free, and all you can do is squirm and whimper. "you said we were going to take it slowwww." you whimper, fingers gripping his shoulders.

he sighs, a bit frustrated. usually all of the girls he's been with jump at his cock. but he has to remember you arent like those other girls. you were precious, pure.

he leans up, putting you in a position were your back is against his chest, legs spread open while his chin rests against your neck. you moan quietly at the feeling of the breeze of his room brushing against your exposed pussy.

"art i cant-" you try to close your legs to no avail. his big hands keep you from doing that. you tilt your head back, resting your head against his shoulder to look at him. you plead with him through your gaze, squirming.

"shh shh." he coos, moving one hand to rub your cunt gently. the party is forgotten, the fact that your parents were downstairs is forgotten. you moan, back arching like a cat.

he never felt so powerful before. sure he has been with younger women, but none of them were like you. specially since his divorce, he has never felt so superior. he keeps rubbing you there, enough for you to be trembling, to have you dripping. he squeezes your breasts before letting you go.

"go back to the position we were in before." he says as he takes his shirt and pants off completely. but not before locking the door. he climbs back ontop of you, smirking at the sight of you completely naked too.

his lips press against your stomach, trailing his kisses up to your nipples. suckling on them like a baby would to its mother. your fingers bury in his hair, gently tugging at his strands. the touch gets him off guard. it's gentle, something he doesn't remember feeling for a long time.

"do you like it?" he whispers, his nose brushing against yours. "y-yeah. i like it. alot." you whisper back. the sweet tone of yours makes him break. he presses you against the bed, missionary style. his forehead rests against your head as he teases your entrance

"god you're tight." he whispers, causing you to moan. your arms wrap around his neck in attempt to keep you still. but also because you learned from today that you love being held.

he hesitates to hug you back. its a soft gesture. way too soft. but how can he deny it when you look so soft and scared in his arms. he hooks an arm around your shoulders, pressing a lingering kiss against your forehead. "it will hurt for a second, but it'll feel better okay? ill make it feel better."

he slowly inserts himself, but not before stopping himself. "tell me you want this. i wont go further until i hear that you want this." he cups your cheek, looking deep into your eyes.

"i-i want this." you whisper, your voice trembling as you try to keep from crying. he smiles softly. "i want you." you whisper finally, and with a sigh, he inserts himself inside.

you let out a sob, burying your face into his chest. "i know i know." he stays still for a few seconds to let you adjust. after it seems you loosen your grip on him he starts moving. "fuck baby, you're so fucking tight." he groans, burying his face against the top of your hair.

you moan loudly, legs trembling as you grip his sides. "you feel that?" he presses his hand against your stomach to make you feel him inside of you. "that's all me."

you look down at his hand, letting out a broke laugh. he smiles as he sees you more at ease. so he keeps pounding into you.

it's mere seconds later that he feels you tighten up, your already loud moans turn louder, and your nails dig into his back. "come for me baby." he whispers harshly, trying to keep in his own cum. "come for-" he groans, pressing his lips against your forehead. "come for me." he moans.

your body shakes in pleasure, your vision turns blurry, a sob coming out of your throat as you come. the feeling is overwhelming, like a heavy wave of both pleasure and pain.

he groans, his hips bucking up jerkily, and follows your orgasm seconds later, spilling his cum inside you, hot, deep, thick. his hands go to your cheeks, bringing your face up to kiss you messily. "fuck, this pussy is mine." he growls, biting into your bottom lip.

you keep crying, body heaving as you curl up in his arms. you aren't crying because it hurt, but because you lost your virginity. lost your virginity to someone older, more experienced. someone like him isnt someone who should be trusted with something so treasured like your virginity.

yet you did it, stupidly so.

"stay here, okay?" he whispers, setting you down on the bed. he opens his cabinet to grab you the pill. "next time we wear a condom, okay?" he teases. "next time?" you whisper quietly. so quietly he doesn't hear you.

he gives you water and the pill before kissing your forehead. "stay here. ill bath you later. let me just get everyone out of the house." he says as he puts his clothes on back on. you look at him, almost with fear in your eyes. he sits on the bed, close enough to kiss your cheek. "ill come back. i promise."

you nod, swallowing the pill. he smiles, ruffling your hair before leaving you alone in the room. he shakes his head. trying to shake the smile off. "jesus, art." he whispers to himself while straightening his shirt. "get a hold of yourself."

he shouldn't be getting too attached to you. it was just a hookup. something he'll forget about once he sleeps with another girl. girls.

right?

if so, then why does he feel a pang on his heart while walking away from you. regardless of that, he wont allow himself to feel too much. you'll do good as someone he can go to whenever he needs sex. atleast that's what he hopes will happen. he doesn't want to get too attached to you.

but your sweet tone, sweet voice. the way you clung to him while he fucked you. god, he was fucked. he puts on a charming smile while walking back downstairs to the party.

he doesn't know what the future holds for both of you. but what he knows is that he needs to take care of you tonight. and maybe going forward.

[myomie]

Guess who? 🦈

I’m here for another request for a reader who is always ruffling the first years hair. Passed a test?Hair Ruffle. Carrying their bag for them? Hair ruffle. After kissing? Hair ruffle. It messes the boys hair sure, but at this point it’s a staple in the relationship.

I did this to my ex all the time lol, it’s a very pleasant memory ;)

FIRST YEARS ────────────────────────────────────────────

" First Years with a Reader who praises them through head pats!! " GN! Reader Warnings (∩>؂•)⊃⦆=͟͟͞͞➵ Angst if you squint?? Reader comforts Epel and Sebek. Haii again!!! :D I decided to do each character based on what I think they'd be praised for, instead of doing multiple for each one :) Hope this turns out how you'd like it! I think I had a mini brain explosion writing this. Please ignore any word farts </3 guide :3 "Ace Trappola- A man turned chivalrous (he held your bag.)" "Deuce Spade- Finally passing a class." "Jack Howl- Learning how to achieve supreme fitness without breaking your back." "Epel Felmier- How to not kill your housewarden." "Sebek Zigvolt- How to woo a human (for dummies)."

ACE TRAPPOLA

Ace Trappola is a simple man; he adores you, but he's not all that invested in any romantic aspects he finds to be cheesy. If anything, he does everything in his power to avoid those types of situations.

Yet today, he was lounging against the wall in the courtyard. It was a nice sunny afternoon, the sound of students bustling from class to class making its way to their ears. Ace's attention was completely elsewhere, though. He couldn't help but notice you, his fellow first-year, struggling with a bag that seemed a bit too heavy for you.

He knew you did a lot of work outside of school, being forced to bend to Crowley's every wish and whim, so it was no surprise to him that you might have tweaked your shoulder somehow.

Without thinking much about it, he approached you, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Hey, you look like you could use a hand," He said, feigning indifference as he reached for your bag's strap.

You perked up a bit at the gesture, a smile gracing your face. "Oh! Ace, that'd be awesome," You felt slightly giddy as he put the weight over his shoulders instead. "Thank you..." He wasn't a bad man by any means, but he didn't often do such small things for you.

Ace rolled his eyes, acting casual, though inside... He was extremely pleased by your reaction. "It's just a bag, yknow... No big deal."

A rush of something filled your chest, perhaps flattery, a bit of fluster. You couldn't resist reaching up and ruffling his hair. "You're so sweet, Ace!! Seriously.."

Ace froze at the sudden gesture, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink. He quickly turned away, pretending to cough. "D..don't mention it. I mean, cmon.. I'm just being a decent boyfriend here." He stammered, avoiding your gaze.

Perhaps acting ike a cheesy boyfriend wasn't so bad after all. Especially if it meant being able to share moments like this with you.

DEUCE SPADE

Deuce Spade has always struggled with his classes. Despite trying his hardest to get his "act straight," as he told you, he found it hard to break out of destructive habits. Getting assignments in on time, studying properly... He just couldn't get a grip on whatever material you guys were on!

You were always a little bit confused by what was going on in the classes, considering you learned a completely different method of- well, everything. So, you decided it would be a good idea for you both to study together!!

After a long and focused study session with you, everything started to click... Somewhat. The strategies you used helped him grasp the concepts better, and when the test results finally came in, he got a B. Although not the perfection his housewarden strived for, Deuce was ecstatic.

Of course, he rushed to tell you the news, his face lighting up with pride. "I did it! I got a B!" he exclaimed. In response, you gave him a gentle pat on the head, perhaps an instinctual reaction to his wish for praise.

He froze slightly at that, and then began to downright tremble.

His face grew red, and he just lowered his head. He felt accomplished, and the joy of his achievement was even stronger because he got to share it with you.

He would certainly continue to succeed in his classes. Anything for those sweet moments of affection from you.

JACK HOWL

Jack Howl was known for his unwavering determination, and as much as you adored his dedication, his methods worried you at times. Every day, he pushed himself beyond his limits to improve his skills and prove himself. His relentless drive often concerned you. Watching him train carelessly, his muscles straining and his breath heavy, it pained you to see him in such a state.

So eventually, you both had a conversation about it. A compromise. He would continue to train, but he would be more mindful of pushing his limits.

With your encouragement, Jack opted to give it a try. Over the next few weeks, you both worked together to create methods that kept him safe, although at times, he seemed a bit frustrated. The time you took to catch your breath and unwind, advising him to do the same, he just wanted to keep going.

However, as time went on, Jack found himself improving drastically. His hits were sharper, his movements more fluid, and he found a surplus amount of energy to spare at the end of each session.

One afternoon, after his workout, he stood before you. He had managed to beat his record. "I actually did it... with your method," He admitted, although his tail was swaying slightly behind him.

You couldn't hold back the grin that made its way to your face. And in a moment of spontaneous affection, you reached up and gently rubbed his head. His cheeks flushed, but then, his tail wagged even faster.

"Y-yeah, I mean. It's just. I'm just doing what you said, yeah.." He stumbled out, trying to maintain his cool behavior, but his tail was wagging behind him.

You laughed softly, "Well, I'm proud of you either way, Jack. You're doing amazing."

EPEL FELMIER

Epel Felmier had always been the kind of person who wore his emotions on his sleeves, but lately, he found himself stuck with extreme stress. With Vil, his housewarden, constantly pointing out every inconsistency or mistake in his performance, the pressure was overwhelming. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't meet the looming expectations.

Just as he contemplated how he could improve without exploding, you appeared at his side like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Your presence brought a flicker of joy to his otherwise gloomy mood.

"Hey Epel! You.. you look like you could use some cheering up, hm?" You questioned, plopping down beside him in the cafeteria.

He tried to muster a casual response, but it came out much more disgruntled than he meant to. "I'm fine. Just tired, I guess."

You knew him better than that. You could see the way his fingers fidgeted with the eyes of his tray, the way his eyes drifted away. "You've been working hard... I'm sure Vil appreciates it."

Epel just snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah. Well, he has an odd way of showing it."

But before he could finish his complaint, you reached over and gently ruffled his hair. It was a simple gesture, one you’d done countless times before to help him celebrate his small victories, but this time it felt different.

“See? You survived another day without turning Vil into a missing person,” you said with a playful grin. “That’s an accomplishment!”

His face turned beet red, "Well! I didn't do it for him." He leaned away, smacking your hand away. It was still a gentle hit; he didn't mean anything by it. "I just... don't wanna get in trouble!"

"You're so cute when you're flustered..." You teased, laughing softly- The noise making it impossible for Epel to stay annoyed.

"I'm! I'm not cute," He shot back, crossing his arms, though he couldn't help laughing alongside you. His head flopped down, his hair shadowing his face.

"Alright, alright- No more cute for now," You said, but there was still a familiar teasing glint in your eyes. "But seriously, Epel, you did wonderful today. Vil is difficult, sure. But I'm sure you'll prove him wrong..."

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

Sebek Zigvolt has always known his purpose in life: to guard and protect Malleus. He took his role incredibly seriously, standing close to Malleus, ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger. He was oblivious to the indifference he got in response, Malleus at times preferring to run off for some alone time, or maybe to just get away from Sebek's enthusiastic self.

One day, as Sebek stood under the branches of a tree in the courtyard, he noticed you. A new student, one from an odd background. A human, and a magicless one at that. Sebek began to observe you from afar, as you effortlessly engaged with your classmates, laughter following you always. It was a stark contrast to his guarded nature, even he could acknowledge that.

"Sebek, right?" You approached, your voice light and friendly. "Why do you always stand so far off? You know... You can always join in on the fun."

"Fun is... unnecessary," he replied, though his tone was less shark than usual, his curiosity piqued by you.

Over the next few weeks, you made it your mission to help Sebek branch out. Inviting him to group study sessions and casual gatherings, but every time, Sebek seemed hesitant. He stumbled over words, often misinterpreting gestures of jokes. His attempts at socializing were awkward at best, leaving him more frustrated.

Yet you were patient. You would smile encouragingly, offering small bits of feedback that slowly started to resonate with Zebek. With each interaction, he found himself gearing up for the next, adjusting to the alternative customs.

One afternoon, after a particularly heated game of cards with some classmates, Zebek felt a strange tug in his chest as they all laughed, the atmosphere relaxed and carefree. He glanced over to see you beaming, your laughter ringing like music. He wanted to understand this feeling, this warmth flooding through him.

In a moment of courage, Sebek decided to approach you, "I can.. I.. Um, sit by you?" He asked, his voice strangely small for a man who usually shouted every word.

Your face lit up at that, "Of course! I'd love that," Immediately patting the space beside you.

As he sat beside you, he felt that warmth, the feeling he always imagined. Talking for hours, you share stories of your home, and then he discusses his duties and loyalty towards Malleus. His ambitions, his dreams of being a worthy guard.

Feeling bold, he leaned a little closer. "Everyone seems to like you so much..." He remarked, a hint of envy creeping into his tone. "I can't do that. Not with these humans- Not even with my kind. I'm a half fae."

"Why not?" Your question caught him off guard, "I think you just need... to try a bit more. You're sweet, Sebek. You just need to leave the others see that," Your reply was soft, as you stared at him, even as he averted his gaze.

There was something in the way you looked at him, a gentle reassurance that melted away his exterior. A moment passed, and then, as if possessed by a force greater than even Malleus, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. The sudden action took both of you by surprise, his heart racing as he pulled back, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "I..!"

You, in mild disbelief, just sat there blinking. Before breaking into a break smile. "AHH! Adorable!" You explained, moving forward, brushing a hand through Sebek's hair. "You're adorable!!"

Sebeks' embarrassment peaked, but there was an odd comfort in your affection. The laughter and praise felt like he was being held in a warm embrace, and he allowed himself a feeling he had been keeping denied- To be comfortable, to let himself relax.

[fotia00]

Desert Duo as Villains in Third Life

So I've been listening to Devil in Disguise by Marino on repeat all weekend and my imagination has run its course.

I've been thinking about the Desert Duo in Third Life and I practically made an imaginary animatic in my head (because there's no way I would be able to actually make something like that). Then it evolved into a sort of AU and now I need to get it into words before I go crazy.

Grian is scary but the real devil is Scar, hiding behind his charming smile and silver tongue.

So imagine this:

Grian is bound to Scar until he loses his first life. Scar has all the power. But it's Grian who does the most deadly things; it's Grian who kills. It is Scar who takes everyone's things.

Grian is the one to fear at first sight—he's violent, unhinged. But at the same time, he's kind of predictable. You see him; you know he has something dangerous, potentially deadly, to do, so you try to avoid him.

Scar is charming; he has his silver tongue. There's nothing to fear on the surface, but he will take everything. Even worse, he will talk you into giving him everything you have. He knows he does not seem like the biggest threat and he is taking advantage of it.

Now imagine Scar being the mastermind—maybe in cahoots with Grian—but he's the one pulling the strings. He sends Grian out every night to scare everyone else. He gives him TNT and everything he needs just to cause chaos—to blow people and their bases up.

And while Grian is out, Scar looks for the actual victim. Someone alone, someone who needs something. He charms them into a false sense of security, promises help and everything on a silver platter. He tells them they should not be out on their own—don't they know Grian is out looking for people? But not to worry, he can protect them, make sure Grian doesn't go after them. He can provide safety; they just have to give him this and that.

They get home lighter than when they left, all of their things now in Scar's pocket.

There's also the possibility of Scar's victim trying to tell everyone—Scar is the one to fear—and no one believing them. Not until it's too late.

[lustlovehart]

Ah ah ah AHHHHHHHH

HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL. Congratulations Vil for really living up to the title of Incubus.

ALSO THE PINK & BLUE LIGHTING IN THE DARK???? AHHHHHHHHHH OMG goodness gosh golly it puts him in such a seductive light. Yes sir, like okay so I'm dropping everything for you? I unfortunately am not as strong as MH!Reader, I would be cracking everybody.

Cw: Suggestive, Obsession, Touching

Mmmm, Vil seducing Reader under the cover of comfort. Yes, while pleasure is comforting, there's that underlying sense of whether it grows into something beyond that, however, chewing you on the inside. (Or maybe he genuinely is just attempting to soothe your soul after all. You'll never know, though, as his acting has him leave his true feelings shaded in mystery.)

With each inhale you take, his smell seems to be clouding your judgment. Everything is too much yet too little all at the same time. Just what is this beast doing to you?

His nails drag up the middle of your chest before catching your chin. You were already looking at him before, but now your gaze holds deeper. Weirdly enough, despite the sweet scent that flows through your lungs, you still feel as if you have a choice.

"You're hot." The statement has your breath hitch in your throat. Is he calling you hot, as in like the attractive kind, or—"You're burning up. You are okay, yes?" Your shoulders slouch in disappointment. You have a feeling he noticed with the way his eyes have a sense of satisfaction in them. "What is that look for—?" You cut him off when your gloves take hold of his claws, grouping them together in your hands. You pull him closer, and he can't help but be stunned by your direct approach.

A part of him hopes no one else sees the way you so confidently move. But he knows he shouldn't hope. He should do. And he will make sure no one else sees you the way he shall.

"You're beautiful and all, Vil but—"

"So you think I'm beautiful?" He's back to being the one in power despite being bound by your grasp. You haven't even realized you'd been backed into a corner before his knee pins itself next to your thigh. His wings open in a way that leaves his eyes to be your only source of light.

"... I do." A reply he hears most often when humans are in the throes of lust. And yet... coming from your lips... There's a certain genuine admission in it. Something he isn't quite familiar with. Hesitantly, he rests his forehead on yours, an action he tends to avoid in bed, yet here he is doing it with you.

"... but...?"

"I can't." In his throat, the word 'why?' can be found. But it's never found, as he already knows the answer. "I have to kill—"

You tense when you feel his lips ghost over your throat, not touching, hovering, waiting. Waiting for you. His hands find themself on your waist, and he smiles when you make no attempt to stop him.

Though he can't help but feel disappointed, you're immune to such charms. He wishes, for one moment, just for one, that you would full heartedly let him devour you in bliss. He promises he will treat you the way you deserve. The way he must.

"Don't worry, I know." Despite the sensual energy in the way he cages you, there's a certain sincerity in his words. "I just... Hope you'll let me treat you the way you deserve. I will be your dear heaven."

I wish to be your everything.

You whisper something under your breath. He can't hear it, but he assumes it to be a curse.

But it doesn't matter if you wish to have him or not. Because he won't allow anyone else to have you either.

...

but ahh seriously. THANK YOU SMMM!!! I was starved of Vil, we need more of him pronto. Also the little piece of dialogue where he tempts reader??? Mm amazing. I am not immune to Vil either. If he said he would take care of me as long as nobody else did? I would fall for it.

Oh, poor hunter, let me ease your pain It must have been so hard to endure all of this alone, with no one truly hearing you Let me help you, I promise you'll touch the heavens if you allow me Let me care for you, noble hunter; let me reward you as no one ever has When we’re done, I assure you your bliss will be so great you’ll never seek anyone else

Monster!twst by: @lustlovehart

Cw: Suggestive (kinda?) below

So yeah…here we are again I missed Vil (<- her last drawing was of him) At first this was going to involve Neige too, but things happened and here I am and here we are

I LOVE THE IDEA OF THIS MAN'S (HYPNOTIC???) PERFUME OR SCENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I FUCKING LOVE SHAPESHIFTERS I'm fainting

Btw if you look closely at Vil's hands, you'll notice that up to half his arm is dyed purple I liked the idea, I was going to make it black, but then I said naaaah

I share below the first sketch of this

Until the publication of Vil's design it had to stay that way, I'm sharing it because I found it funny

I hope Tumblr doesn't get sensitive about this

Like, is not that bad, right?

I CENSORED IT

HIS THING 😭

[noemigaldieri]

When darkness fades - Sylus x MC short story - CH2

summary 🌹

A deadly encounter with a powerful Wanderer leaves her wounded-and with no memory of the man who once held her heart. Rescued and brought back from the brink, she wakes up but doesn't remember anything. She was rescued by this tall, dark and intruiguing man but she doesn't remember even his name, their bond, or the heat that once sparked between them. Sylus is haunted by the fear that he's lost her for good. She's alive, but she's not his. Not anymore. As the danger deepens across the stars, he walks the fine line between reigniting her passion-and respecting her boundaries. But love doesn't wait forever, and neither does desire. Can she reclaim the memories of their love, or will Sylus have to make her fall for him all over again? And when the truth finally returns… will she still choose him?

state🌹ongoing

updates🌹1 ch per week (maybe more on Patreon - still thinking about this) wc 🌹5.437 - currently at CH3

tw/context 🌹amnesia, fighting, teasing, consent, penetration, moaning, suck1ng, consensual s3x, big d, f1nger1ng, 0ral s3x(both receiving), cr34mp13, cüm play, praising, domsub, bēggìng, emotional sēx, unprotected s3x consensual, ōvërstímulātiön

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🌹Chapter 2 - Black🌹

I open my eyes, my head pounding as if I had two synchronized drills at my temples. I blink several times, it feels like I've woken from an endless sleep and, as a result, I find myself in one of those moments where – after sleeping deeply – upon waking, you don't know where you are. The problem, however, was that I truly didn't know where I was or rather, my foggy mind couldn't focus on the details. It was dark, I seemed to be immersed in darkness, only the flame of a candle illuminated the room which, apparently, had an entirely black decor: bed, sofa, tables and side tables... Wait, I think I know this place? Or at least that's what my brain believed, because shivers of excitement immediately snapped me out of the post-sleep confusion.

How long had I been sleeping? And why did my head hurt so much? Touching it, I noticed a bandage on my forehead, another on my knee and one on my left forearm.

"But what the hell?" I wasn't realizing anything and I didn't remember anything.

A deep darkness filled my mind, as if to erase everything.

"Did I fight but don't remember it?" I look around, confused.

My pistols were on a side table not far from the bed, but my clothes had disappeared. I sit on the edge of the bed, slowly, trying to avoid movements that could further contribute to the pounding in my temples. I turn, on the nightstand next to the bed, a note:

"Drink me" Behind the note, a glass of water and a greenish liquid, the smell vaguely reminded me of mint.

"I don't drink things I don't know the name of," I think, setting the glass down, while the note falls to the floor, flipping to the other side.

"It's medicine for your wounds and head, you don't need to know the name!"

My eyes go wide in shock! How the hell did that handwritten note read my mind? Was it written by someone I know, but if I know this person, how is it possible I don't recognize the place I'm in? After all, all of my friends had invited me to their homes at some point. I couldn't figure it out and kept flipping the note over in disbelief. I decide to drink the greenish concoction in the glass. A shiver of disgust runs down my back.

The door in front of me, while I was still sitting on the bed's edge, might provide some answers. After all, someone in this house must be able to explain. I decide to get up, in one hand I take the candle, my only source of light, and with the other I take one of the pistols... I realize that as I go to put it into the holster, out of sheer habit, I stop and notice the pajamas I was wearing.

They were black too, but what makes me stop and freeze is that whoever brought me here, if – as I was thinking – I had really escaped a battle, had undressed and redressed me.

I blush, I tremble, "Who the hell did something like that while I was unconscious?"

I hold the pistol in my hand and slowly open the door. I step out and notice that darkness envelops that wing of the house as well. Paintings decorate the hallway, I can't make out the subjects; a fine rug covers the wooden floor, allowing me to move in total silence; there are other closed doors on both sides of the hallway, but no sounds come from them.

At the end of the hallway, I glimpse a staircase on the right. The candle lights up some old creaking wooden stairs, and a small foyer that opens to a door and two other hallways, respectively one to its right and one to its left. The windows along the right side of the staircase overlook a dense, equally dark forest, where the only barely noticeable movement came from the wind swaying the treetops.

A clearing I hadn't passed through on the way here...

Like a lightning bolt, my head starts pounding again and, from the pain, I almost lose my balance on the stairs. A thought had returned to me, but I couldn't place it in time or space. Before my eyes, closed from the pain, I saw vegetation and trees in the distance, the pale moon.

Wobbling on the steps, I then sat down for a moment, almost falling, but I had made a noise: no one heard me.

I finally go down the stairs, I look right and left, this house wasn't a residence, but a maze. From the central door located in the left hallway, a sound comes—barely audible—and floating lights spill from under it.

"So someone is in this house!" I think as I point the pistol and advance toward the hallway.

My steps are swift and sure, inside me the fire of curiosity mixed with anger—anger for having been undressed and dressed by who knows who—rises in my chest. Whoever it was may have saved my life, but they had no right to touch me; they could have simply left my clothes on.

Once I reach the door, I take a breath and suddenly a light murmur rises from the room: I distinguish two voices, quite similar in speed and tone, talking over one another.

«The Wanderer's been eliminated, laundry done, medicine and note ready. Boss, do you think what the doctor said is true?» says the slightly hoarser voice.

«It'd be a real problem again... this time we're worried about her mental health, boss» says the sharper one.

«Tell the chef to prepare her favorite dish and, for all the gods, quit it with your paranoia» a third voice breaks the silence left by the previous two.

A deep voice, hoarse, sensual, with emphasis on every syllable. A shiver runs from my neck, down over my chest and stops under my stomach, I hold my breath.

"Boss? Could he be the one responsible for everything that happened to me?"

I keep listening at the door but only hear footsteps walking away and suddenly a terrible sound shatters the peace.

CRAW!

What kind of horrible sound could that be? It might have seemed like a crow's call, but it was more like a cry from the afterlife. I was genuinely scared, still standing at the door, eavesdropping, occasionally glancing around.

«I think you can come in now, kitten, no one will disturb us for a while» That voice, the third one, with a higher tone, seemed to be calling directly for me.

"It's not possible he knows I'm here, I haven't made a sound, not even the slightest noise" I think while my heart starts racing.

I stay still, not breathing, heart in my throat, pistol aimed at the door, but suddenly something incredible happens: in the span of a nanosecond, a gust of reddish energy brushes against my cheek, runs down my arm—the one holding the candle—extinguishing it; then it flows around the doorknob, opening it slightly and allowing light to spill into the hallway.

"What the he—"

«Sweetheart, do you want me to carry in my arms again? I'll gladly do it, you know» The voice is clearer this time.

«Don't worry, kitten. I'm here for you»

A new flash clouds my mind and my head pounds even harder, I lean against the wall, both hands against it for support, a scent of sandalwood and spices spreads in the air; I open my eyes and just before another flash of light, I see a figure approaching, leaning down toward me now that I'm sitting on the floor.

«You!» I exclaim as with a trembling arm I point the pistol into the void.

My finger slips on the trigger and I fall back into the deepest darkness.

[benevolenterrancy]

Sect Leader Nie and his Deputy trauma-bonding over sect paperwork (i feel in my heart that the nie sect does NOT produce great administrators and everyone suffers for that)

[hellspawnmotel]

even after settling down, theyre pretty cautious.....

.......it doesnt last long

[lalalunascope]

I totally get what you mean. Sentry is probably one of the best deconstructions of Superman period. Making an evil Superman or one that is corrupted by power is kind of the most obvious exercise in deconstructing him. An important one, definitely. Homelander is insanely prescient especially now. But Sentry is taking Superman but making him a Marvel character.

Literally no disrespect to Clark Kent, but he's almost always a little too perfect. I really, deeply love that about him. He's such a good person. He's a reflection of what we humans can be at our very best. It makes him a compelling character, an inspiring one, one that means so much to us. But that doesn't fit with Marvel well. Ever since the Fantastic Four, Marvel has always been overall a little more human than DC, for better and for worse. So he's a Marvel equivalent that isn't just a pastiche the way Hyperion is (ngl, I love Hyperion. He's such an asshole, I can't help it). Sentry is someone who wants to do good, to be a hero, to help people. But he has to fight his own demons to do that, and a good amount of the time, he loses. Because he is human. And because he's having to struggle with his trauma, his addictions, and his mental illness, all while harnessing an insane amount of power. (Also the Void in the comics is straight up a terrifying eldritch god-like entity capable of destroying the fabric of the universe, so...yeah. Difficult to win against those odds.)

Unfortunately, a character like that is difficult to maintain in the continuity of an entire expanded universe. He's so powerful that he either has to be held back to avoid power creep, or he becomes the problem the heroes have to fight. Until Thunderbolts, I didn't care too much about Sentry the way I didn't care much about Wanda until Wandavision. In the comics, they are forces of nature who I've mostly only seen used as a plot device. I've heard it described as "Oh no, things have gotten too calm. Let's have Wanda/Sentry have a mental breakdown and fuck everything up for an event!" Hell, Sentry is so powerful that the only way they were able to actually kill him off in the comics was because the writer of the King in Black event just didn't know anything about him and had Knull rip him in half. Which is absolutely insane. But they kept it canon, so 🤷‍♀️

Don't know where I'm going with this ramble but...I'm very happy that the MCU convinced me to care about Bob, the same way they convinced me to care about Wanda. Without all the trappings of the entire 616 comics universe, they are such complex, interesting characters with so much to explore about them as people. I'm just hoping Disney doesn't fuck us over with Bob the same way they did with Wanda. A lot of people connected so hard with him in Thunderbolts (myself included), and I hope they don't squander that. ...Needless to say, I am also absolutely terrified of what's going to happen to him in Doomsday. Never thought there'd be a universe where I'd be rooting against Dr. Doom, but...here we are.

ok so now i can't stop thinking about how Bob Reynolds is the "secret third thing" option in a "neither Superman (actual Superman) nor Homelander (the subversion of Superman)" style meme. you know what i'm talking about? i'm having a lot of thoughts about flavors of superman-type characters in media but i'm bad at expressing myself.

i enjoy all three characters, but something about Bob just makes me go YES, that one! maybe it's the "sad wet cat man" of it all, or maybe it's the mental illness solidarity...? i dunno

[ririblogsss]

Damian and the strays

ok look we all know the de aged dani (Danny and Dan). But what if we have siblings/ triplets, and I mean what if we take them all the same age (15/16) and make them into the most powerful trio in school . I mean you have 3 good looking individuals all siblings and in the same way, they all excel in different things (Dan-world history, Dani/Ellie- science Sports, Danny physics), but they are all so easy going and charming plus they are all jacked af.

Like tell me if i'm wrong but they would be beloved maybe popular on the downlow until they do something only fentons would risk doing. For example, orchestrating that every monday at 12:30 am the fire alarms would start and lunch would be extended for an hour more. No one can prove it, but none of them have doubts either. The triplets have their own groups but they mainly hang out with each other if you see one the other 2 are close by. 

Anyways i'm thinking that one day they will actually see why the Fenton siblings are observed closely by the teacher and try to make sure they don't cause mayhem.  One guy, a chad of sorts, decided he wanted to pick a fight with Dante, the more violent of the siblings. Chad didn't even finish his first insult before he was slammed through the door by Danny, who was arguably the pacifist of the 3. But the student body kind of got it. The thing is no one expected Dani (preferred name Ellie) to freaking pummel the guy.

No one saw them at school again. 

It went on like this: the trio would move to one school.Would play pranks on the administration and have fun. Then someone would try something on one of them and the other 2 would pummel the person into the ground. The next day they would be gone never to return. They became an urban legend in some of the schools. 

Until they came to Gotham Academy when they tried their pranks a kid would come and stop them. It was getting on their nerves. All their freaking plans down the drain all because of a snobby brat that didn't know how to mind his own.  Eventually they start pranking the kid instead of the school as a revenge for ruining their fun. This leads to an all out prank war between all 4 of them (Dan backstabbed Danny and Ellie first they just followed the lead). 

Soon enough the 3 of them became friends with Damian (they learned his name 4 weeks after the prank war started). The school body was half convinced that Damian and the triplets were actually long lost siblings. I mean they all have black hair, anger issues and green bluish eyes. Damian knew for a fact that he wasn't related to the Fentons; a DNA test concluded this. But that didn't mean that Damian didn't perceive the triplets as family. 

Damian concludes that even if they aren't adopted into the family the Fentons belong. So that's why one day Damian brings Ellie, Danny and Dante to the family reunion. Where every relative and not so relative is there. Damian is showing them around, pointing at things around the house as a mini tour, and people are starting to notice that there are 3 new faces that they have never seen before. 

there are whispers like: ‘really?! AGAIN?!?’ or “WOW im gone for 5 days and he got 3 more”  and even  ‘Damn so black hair, teen and probably sad backstory is the type’

The triplets looked at eachother looked at Damian and smiled like starved piranhas that have just been served a pound of meat and are ready to devore. Damian reflects it with his own devilish smile.

 So all four of them start saying things out of context such as: 

“I'm so glad to be here now” 

“Yeah same we wouldn't have survived that hell of a chamber without you Dames”

“As long as we're no longer hunted for merely existing I don't mind staying for a while”

“Good things there weren't any actual bazookas that could have gone worse”

All four knew that out of context it seemed like the 3 siblings had been hunted and captured by some unknown person and Damian had rescued them and brought them home, but in reality they were just talking about the past paintball match they had earlier that morning. 

So Bruce wanted to know some more but the rhetorical bullet, and asked “Damian… who, who are these kids” Damian proceeded to scoff and say “Why our new family members, truly father, are you incompetent. This is a family reunion hence only family or perceived family is invited” Damian tried to channel his inner 10 year old self whilst trying not to laugh. Danny and Ellie were on the same boat except they made their faces look devastated with tears in their eyes and everything looked pitiful, but on the inside they were laughing their asses off. Dante feigned indifference but he had teary eyes, from trying to stop himself from hitting the floor laughing at the devastated faces around. 

Danny played his act up clearing his throat “we- we can leave if I mean we didn't know, yeah Dami said it was fine but we understand” he purposely made his voice crack to show how ‘hurt’ he was. 

Ellie made herself look small so she could seem self conscious and uncomfortable with the situation. 

Dante solidified them with the small sniffles he let out every few seconds. 

Damian was looking to the ground to avoid being read, because right now he was shaking from laughter, and it would be clear in his face but if he angled himself right (which he did) it looked like he was silently sobbing. Danny put his arm around his shoulder, also looking towards the ground, also shaking from laughter. Dante and Ellie joined in. From an outside perspective it looked like they were extremely upset not being able to be family. 

Bruce panicked seeing his younger child and 3 other kids the same age all begin to cry he just blurted out “NO no that not what i meant Damian I ment their names what are their names, and does Babs have to get involved so we can have documentation”

Damian cleared his tears and looked up at his father trying not to smirk “He is Dante, that one is Dani with an I but she prefers Ellie and that lanky one is Danny” Bruce nodded and went out the room to see if he could get started on the documents. 

Once Bruce was out of the room all 4 of them burst out laughing, falling into a pile some were heard wheezing, others having maniacal laughter. 

Once they finally stopped and looked at the rest of the family all four of them eerily said “he won't ever believe you” And everyone in the room shuddered. This quartet was going to bring wayyyy too much mischief into the family. 

(if you're wondering where jazz is. She's in college living her best life. I mean she is a highly independent person she thrives of off living alone with a clear schedule set)

—

Also i didn't put any specific names for the previous schools or the family members bc I thought it would be better for u guys to decide who witnessed the beginning of the end. 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 168

So. Apparently halfas are like phoenixes or something, which Danny would’ve really liked to know. 

See, usually with ghosts if they’re forced to retreat to their cores they reform as was, but apparently, since they’re still partially living, schrodinger's people and all that, halfas have to regrow their body from scratch. At least that’s what he’s understanding from Frostbite. 

But how come he has to deal with it? It’s Dan’s fault for trying to pull such a stunt! Oh, it’s either him or Vlad? Well fuck, he might have calmed down and is going to therapy in both the living realm and the Zone, but he’s waaay not equipped to raise a child except for like, monetarily wise. 

Well dammit, how long will this core incubation thing last, he has his new job in… let him check which offer he accepted again… He has his new job in Coast City that he needs to finish packing for and then all the rest of the stuff to do. 

What do you mean it’ll take months?! He doesn’t have months?! Urgh, fine. At least being a mortician isn’t that exciting, nor dangerous. Just hand him Dan’s core and he’ll figure things out for the living side of things. He’s sure Tucker and Sam wouldn’t be against helping, if only to try and claim favorite aunt or uncle spots. 

[charlieconwayy]

OTP Meme [1/10 Scenes]: Stolen Kisses

"I mean just that. I can't keep kissing you. Alright? I've done it twice now."

[ii-meeple-confessions]

i wont lie the fact mephone didn't know the true extent of his powers before the finale is Actually Insane to me. That's gotta be a terrifying existential threat in its own right holy FUCK. Imagine waking up one day and in THE SPAN OF THAT SINGLE DAY learning that you CREATED everyone you've ever loved (barring some exceptions) and your own life is a hell YOU made. Literally everything ever can be blamed on you because suddenly YOU are the root cause of everything wrong with everyone. IN THE SPAN OF A DAY this guy went from being an admittedly traumatized Reality T.V show host to JESUS CHRIST to extremely traumatized and wounded (and also out of a job) average robot guy. I THINK ITS SO AMUSING AND ALSO VERY INSANE.

Something something him having nightmares of being a god again, of having all that power, being in a position of such authority and KNOWING IT, and all the things he could do with it. How he'd kill and disrespect and hurt others without a single care in the world because he was untouchable. In another world, maybe he IS just like that, but in this one, the idea now TERRIFIES him. I love (and have talked about before) the idea of mephone specifically avoiding leadership positions and not trying to take on more power then he thinks he's 'worthy' of because he's nervous at the idea of controlling others. And I think it holds really valid when you look at canon. Power imbalance has been the root of all his pain, be it cobs or himself. And that. Agh. Ough. Ouch. This guy. This GUY... -2G anon (I missed this blog, it's nice to be back!!!!)

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[serpentface]

Does Janeys know that Brakul has a wife and son? How would he react if he learned?

He actually does know and has known pretty much from the beginning.

Early on in his stint as a POW turned mercenary, Brakul would repeatedly invoke his wife and son as reasons he could or could not do certain things + to insult Janeys like 'okay but some of us have actual, tangible responsibilities in this world and people who depend on them. Like my wife and son, who I will be returning to immediately when my contract is over. You're never going to see me again. On account of my wife and son.'

When he started actually Liking Janeys and wanting to be with him, and seeing a chance to Avoid All Consequences And Never Go Back Home, he gradually reversed course (and attempted to rationalize it to himself) like "Ahhh they'll be fine. I mean everyone probably thinks I'm dead and/or an oathbreaker anyway so Sirudan's gotta be remarried by now. My brother probably got in on that, and he really has his shit together so they're in good hands. Honestly it will be worse for them if I go back. They're better off without me. They're fine. It's not a big deal. I'm soooooo single and unattached btw" And Janeys was like "Okay. Yay."

13 years down the line Janeys almost never thinks about it and when he occasionally remembers it's like

He does not give a shitttt about the wife/child abandonment angle whatsoever, but he's aware that Brakul still has some attachment to them and regrets over skipping out, and he's kind of insecure about it. The concept of Brakul having a child out there completely independent of their whole Thing also makes him uncomfortable in ways he can't really put his finger on. He's not actually scared that Brakul will return to his ex-wife though, like even with all his profound insecurities and abandonment issues he knows there's not a chance in hell that he's gonna actually attempt to make amends. Bottom line is he doesn't like to think about it, and mostly doesn't have to.

[moeblob]

OC again gomen ... (her name is Yuma)

[the-acid-pear]

Honestly the best part about True Neutral Jack to me is the fact he... doesn't even really care for the money. Sure he cares about the business growing and expanding but like, in his personal life? He's not doing shit with it for what we see. Like he's not this capitalist sigma grinder type with big dreams or goals like owning a mansion or some shit. Like im sure even if he was a millonaire he'd still be wearing the same suit and living in the same house and likely using the same cheap paint. He just needed a hobbie to run from the skeletons in his closet.